JUNE - THE INCEST YEARS


                               by John P

                            Copyright© 2011



Chapter 4

At school today, we had P.E. after maths and although I'm not
keen on P.E., I don't mind the changing room and the showers.
It's the only time I get to see 19 boys naked, all at the same
time. Jeff's was there, of course, and I watched him undress. He
has a lovely body and I admire it often, but I only get the
chance when we do P.E. I've caught him watching me too in the
showers and I've blushed but it hasn't stopped me getting a
hard-on while he's watched me.

When the school bus rumbles towards home, I leave June and the
the band of 13-year-old harpies who surround us and go to sit
with Jeff again. We talk, laugh and tell jokes but there's
something between us and I can't quite put my finger on what it
might be. Anyway, he accepts my invitation to visit tonight
because June's going to a friend's house and Dad's going to be
out until midnight. The plan is to do our homework together and
then mess about on my computer, trying out the games I downloaded
last week.

He arrives after June and Dad have left, and I take him straight
upstairs to my bedroom. We both have to use my little desk for
the homework and it's cramped so our legs are touching each
other's. His hand occasionally brushes my leg and although I'm
sure it's purely accidental, I do get a buzz from it. I find that
I'm touching his leg too, on purpose, and he doesn't seem to
notice. Ten minutes later, he asks where the toilet is and I tell
him. As he stands, I see the tent in his shorts and I'm excited.
Did I do that? I'm not gay, I can't be. I fucked my sister, came
hard inside her and told her I loved her so how can I possibly be
gay? Still.....

When he comes back to my room, I check out his crotch straight
away, and when he remains standing, I see that, although the
tenting is somewhat reduced, it hasn't gone away. The fact that
he watches me do it makes me blush and I feel that I have to
explain my behaviour.

"Jeff, I'm sorry, it's just that..."

"It's OK, John. I do it too," he says to comfort me and he lays
his hand on my shoulder, leaving it there. "Have you got a
hard-on too?" he asks quietly and I have to admit it. He reaches
down with his free hand and feels my erection. For a shy boy,
he's certainly coming out of his shell. "So you have," he says
but his voice seems a bit wobbly now. He continues to feel it
through my shorts and I'm blushing; my face is hot and must be
terribly red.

He's bending beside me while he's groping me and I have to admit
that his groping feels wonderful. I ignore the thought that it's
wrong for a boy to do this to another boy because my hormones are
dictating that I spunk up real soon. I'm dreadfully disappointed
when he takes his hand away and stands up again. As I turn my
head, I'm looking at his crotch and it's six inches from my face.
His shorts are tented out and I want touch but I can't, can I? It
would be gay, wouldn't it? My mind flashes back to my dick in my
lovely sister but I can see that it's not helping much just now.

When he pulls my face to his crotch and I feel his erection
against my lips and nose, I'm lost to my desires. My lips trace
his shaft through his shorts and I'm aroused by it, excited at
the firmness of his 12-year-old dick. My hand comes up to fondle
his balls through the fabric of his shorts and I can feel their
fullness; his sex excites me, makes me want more.

"Pull my shorts down, John," he whispers and my hands tremble as
I reach for the waistband. I lick my dry lips and look up to see
those lovely eyes, those lips I always found so attractive, but I
have to look at his crotch as I draw the shorts down his slim
hips. His pubic hair is sparse but he has more than me and as I
pull his shorts further down, the base of his shaft appears,
thick and desirable. Then his dick is free and it springs up,
hitting his abdomen. Finally I see his ball-sac, hanging low,
just waiting for my touch. I go to my knees to bring his shorts
to his ankles and he raises each foot so that I can take them off
and throw them to the floor. From my kneeling position, I can see
everything and my hunger is rising for it.

There's so much I want to do with him, so many experiences I want
to enjoy with this good-looking boy, this friend who attracts me
so strongly. He has taken the lead throughout what's happened and
I'm glad because I may not have had the courage to start things
myself between us. The question I've had about my gayness has not
risen again and my hormones have no wish that it should be
resurrected.

I'm watching his knob, his red shiny dome, and I see the clear
liquid that leaks from it, from the pee-slit that I watch so
closely. I can wait no longer and my hand comes up so that my
fingers can spread it around his knob and he sighs at my touch.
I'm feeling his shaft, the real bare skin, feeling the firmness,
the thickness of his masculinity. My other hand feels his
ball-sac and I rub gently, then move his balls around inside the
sac with my fingers. His sharp intake of breath shows me how much
he wants my touch and I want to touch him more, much more. I'm
waiting, hoping that he'll want me to put his dick in my mouth. I
pull his foreskin back and it catches behind his knob, staying
there as I continue to explore the wondrous sex of my friend.

He takes his dick in his hand and offers it to me, placing it
against my lips. It's wet with pre-cum and I can smell the odour
but I open my mouth and he pushes the knob inside, sighing at the
feeling I'm giving him. I taste his salty pre-cum, the faint
taste and smell of urine, but I'm so aroused by the act I'm
performing on my best friend that the taste doesn't matter. His
hands are behind my head and he's pulling it forward, forcing
more of his dick into me, forcing his knob to the back of my
throat. When I gag, he pulls back slightly but holds my head so
that I can't escape.

My instinct is to suck and I remember how wonderful it felt when
June did it to me so I try to do what she did. I run my tongue
under his knob, touching the tip to that sensitive place just
underneath the head, and he moans, "Yes, yes!" as I please him. I
lick over and over the skin that covers his hard dick, and I find
I'm wanting more, much more. He moves my head now, pulling and
pushing so that my mouth is now his cunt, and I love it. He's
fucking my mouth, fucking me and making me love it.

'Please, Jeff, please keep doing it!' I think as the length of
his strokes increase and I'm gagging as he closes off my airway
with every inward thrust. He's taken me over, he's having his way
with me and there's nothing I want to do to stop him. I need
this, I realise, and even though I never sucked dick before
today, I can't foresee a time when I would want to refuse to take
any dick offered to me. The question of my gayness is now
irrelevant; sucking cock is going to become my life.

He stops and I look up to see what I've done wrong, but he takes
his dick from my mouth and holds it up as he forces my head so
that my lips are against his ball-sac. I lick the ball-sac,
taking in the aroma of his sweat and his boy-smell from his
crotch. His balls are moving as I do this and I take one into my
mouth, the tip of my tongue feeling the texture of his sac as I
roll that ball around in my mouth as I'm licking it. He's moaning
again and lets his dick go so that it rests, throbbing, on my
forehead. I take his other ball into my mouth and lave it and I
feel that my saliva is increasing so that I'm slobbering now down
my chin. It's running down and wetting my T-shirt but I don't
care about it, it's not important.

Jeff raises me to my feet and says, "I want to see you, John.
Take your clothes off." He begins to strip too as he watches me
and soon we are both naked. He's not muscular any more than I am,
but his body excites me and my stiff dick is all the evidence he
needs to prove that I want him, need him, badly. He moves to my
bed, grasping my hand and leading me there with him. We climb on
my bed together and I'm lying on my back, waiting to see what he
wants me to do. I wonder who taught him all this? This is my
first time, yet he knows exactly what to do.

He's beside me on the bed and he leans over, bringing those sweet
lips of his to mine, and he thrusts his tongue between my willing
lips, forcing himself inside me. My arms go around his neck and I
respond readily to the invader, sucking on it, swallowing his
saliva as he fucks me with it. His hand moves down over my belly
and he takes my erection in his warm hand, and his touch makes me
moan into his mouth. I'm kissing him passionately now as he
begins to wank me slowly but it doesn't last long; he must know
that I'm about to shoot so he stops. I look into his eyes and I'm
pleading silently.

He sits up and throws a leg over my chest and suddenly he's
astride me, his cock just inches from my lips. My head is on the
pillow and I can see his erection is leaking pre-cum again, so I
lick it off, tasting the saltiness. Then he moves forward and
pushes his dick into my mouth, and I reach around him to feel his
buttocks and to pull him further forward so that he fills my
mouth completely. His knob makes me gag and when he seals off my
airway, he adjusts so that I don't choke.

He rides me, looking into my eyes to watch my expression, and I'm
sure he sees my willingness written there as he fucks my mouth
back and forth. My hands grip his bum and I encourage him to fuck
me deeper by pulling him towards me, and he obliges, gagging me
and making my eyes water. I'm feeling his bum muscles, running my
fingers around the smooth buttocks, and he's exciting me more as
he rides me.

He leans far to his left, nearly pulling out his dick, and he
gets the jar of Vaseline that has magically appeared on my
nightstand. The cheeky sod must have taken it from the bathroom
when he went for a pee. What's he want that...? Oh God, he wants
to bum me! I know what homos use Vaseline for and I'm scared.
I've never had anything up there before and I'm sure Jeff is
going to... No! I can't do that. I'd be a homo if I let him do...
that.

He waits, looking at me with those gorgeous eyes, but he says
nothing. I look up at him, my mouth still filled with his dick,
and I'm silently pleading with him not to make me a homo.
'Please, Jeff, please don't make me do this,' I'm thinking,
hoping he can read my thoughts. He dismounts and I lie there, my
dick so stiff, so needing to spunk up. The Vaseline is still in
his hand, the lid off, and he's waiting for me to capitulate. I
want him, I really want him, but I'm not sure I can handle
anything pushed up my bum. He won't hurt me, will he? He seems to
know what to do and he's not forcing me, just waiting. He's
kneeling next to me, his dick pulsing with his heartbeat, and I
can't ignore it. I want his dick, I want him so badly, and he
knows it.

"I won't hurt you. I promise I won't hurt you," and his
expression says it all. There's no malice, no cruelty there, just
a look of benevolence.

I open my legs so he can do what he wants to. He takes a spare
pillow and places it under my buttocks, raising my bum. He places
my feet flat on the bed and feels my bum-hole. Wow! What a
feeling goes through me! I watch as his fingers scoop out the
jelly from the jar and he gently inserts one into my anus,
working it in and out an inch. What a strange feeling I get and
I'm ready to admit that it's not unpleasant, in fact it's very
erotic and my dick begins to jump each time he pokes inside me.
'This is fantastic!' I think and I wonder why I never tried
putting something in myself before. When he inserts two fingers,
I'm beside myself with arousal.

It's getting better and better! I'm really loving what he's doing
to me. What was I worrying about? He's thrusting far into me now,
fucking me with his fingers, sliding in and out and making me
feel fantastic. I'm disappointed when he takes his fingers out of
me but when he offers me the Vaseline, I know what to do. I apply
a generous amount to Jeff's dick, sliding it around, spreading it
over his shaft and the knob. His face tells me that he's enjoying
what my hand is doing and I'm now looking forward to what he's
going to do to me. Being bummed is going to be the treat I've
denied myself for too long.

He shuffles between my open legs, grasps his dick and presents it
to my bum-hole, pressing slightly. I brace myself, waiting for my
virginity to be taken by this boy I find so attractive, this boy
who makes me so hot. He pushes forward against my sphincter with
his knob but it slips away, hitting my balls. He tries again and
I'm willing him to penetrate me but it slides away again. I want,
I want it! Softly he says, "Push out like you're taking a shit,"
and I do it.

When the knob enters me, I feel my hole stretching, and I feel so
weird. He stops, pauses, waits for something but I can't think
what it might be. Should I be doing something? This is my first
time and I don't know what to do. I look up into his eyes,
waiting for a clue. Then he pushes again and I feel his shaft go
in a couple of inches, making me breathe in sharply. He pauses
again, waiting, and then pulls back until he's almost pulling
out.

'Oh no, Jeff, not now. Don't stop now!' I think, but it's only
momentary because he pushes in again all the way. He's in me! His
dick is all the way inside me! I feel full and it's the
strangest, weirdest, most wonderful sensation.

He begins to fuck me slowly, holding himself up with his hands on
the bed, and I'm looking at his face, seeing his eyes sparkle as
he thrusts into me. I want to kiss him, to hug him him to me; I
want to show him that I love what he's doing to me. My hands
reach up to his hips and I caress his skin, and I run my hands up
his sides and over his back as far as I can reach. I can feel his
muscles moving, working as they do to give me my first experience
of love with another male.

"Wrap your legs around my waist," he whispers and when I do, I
feel that extra closeness between us. I find out then that it
allows him to penetrate me even further in that position and he
thrusts hard, taking my breath away as I feel him tight against
me, his pubic bone banging against my balls on every inward
thrust. He's fucking me hard and I expect as least discomfort but
I'm experiencing the most exciting feelings inside. My arms go
round his neck and I'm trying to pull him down to me because I
want to kiss his soft lips so much.

He lowers himself onto me and I feel his chest against mine, his
full weight on me, but it doesn't register. I go for his lips and
his tongue thrusts inside my mouth and I suck on it, suck on it
like my life depends on it. He's becoming more aggressive with
his fucking now and my insides feel like they're turning to
jelly. My ardour's increasing and I want him, I want him so much.

As his tongue leaves my mouth briefly, I say,"I love you, Jeff,"
and as I'm watching his face, it changes from lust to what looks
like love. His tongue is immediately thrust back into my mouth
and I hold him tight, really tight, while he fucks me with both
tongue and dick. His aggression is stimulating me, making me more
passionate too, and I'm fucking my hips back at him, wanting him
deeper inside me.

'He's bumming me! He's bumming me and I love it!' I think through
my delirium. We're both panting into each other's mouth and my
hands grasp his buttocks, pulling him to me, pulling him so that
I can get more of his dick inside me. My legs are tight around
his waist and I'm using these too to pull him into me. He begins
to moan into my mouth and I'm moaning too as he pushes hard into
my bum and holds still. Then I feel it.

His dick jerks and he's groaning, flexing his buttocks as he
starts to shoot his spunk into me. The sensations he gives me are
incredible. His dick is pulsing and his hot spunk is spurting up
inside my bum-hole, spraying the walls of my rectum with his
sperm. He's breeding me and I'm clamping his buttocks in my hand
so he'll keep spurting in me. I feel the pulses as each shot is
pumped into me and I'm delirious with happiness because it's
feeling better than I ever imagined it would. My nails are
scratching his back and he's wincing but I'm totally unaware that
I'm doing it.

When the jerking and pumping stops, we collapse in a heap,
drained. His head lies next to mine and I'm still trying to draw
breath after that fantastic bout of love-making. He's panting
hard and I can feel his heart hammering against my chest as he
comes down from the heights we just reached. I'm weak now and I
can't keep my legs around his waist any longer and they fall,
splaying out to each side. Sweat is between our chests and I'm
just becoming conscious of it. I'm feeling his weight on me too
for the first time and I try to move him but he's realised the
problem already and he rolls off me to lie by my side.

"Wow!" he says and I have to agree. 'Wow indeed!' I think and I
turn to face him.

"That was absolutely wonderful, Jeff. It was so..." but I don't
have the words to describe how good he's made me feel. He kisses
my lips gently and moves the strands of hair that have stuck to
my forehead with sweat. I snuggle down into his chest as his arm
goes round my shoulder and I'm feeling... warm, complete,
satisfied, fulfilled? I don't know, maybe all of them. He kisses
my head as I play with the dick that has taken my virginity and
my gayness question has been answered, and how! I'm a homo now; I
must be homo after the ecstacy I've felt with Jeff's love-making.
Strangely, I don't feel like I need to spunk up any more. What's
happened to me?

We're calm now, breathing back to normal, but I want to stay
there, want to stay with him on my bed. He smiles and says, "I
need the bathroom. I need to pee," and when I say, "I thought you
went a few minutes ago," he grins sheepishly and replies, "I
really went looking for Vaseline, not to have a pee." I hit his
arm playfully and he smiles again as he gets up to go to the
bathroom.

"Do you want a drink?" I ask as he's leaving my bedroom and when
he says yes, I tell him I'll go and get something from the
kitchen. I don't need to bother with clothes because nobody's
home so I start to go downstairs but when I feel something
between my legs, I feel for what it might be and the slimy stuff
is Jeff's spunk running out of my bum-hole and down the insides
of my thighs. I hold my hand under my bum-hole, intending to use
some kitchen roll paper when I get to the kitchen to clean myself
up or at least to stem the flow.

Once I get to the kitchen, I look around for the kitchen roll and
a voice says, "Looking for this?"

I spin around and June's standing there, kitchen paper in her
hand. She looks ashen and her jaw is set, her beautiful mouth now
in a firm line.