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A Sailboy's Story
by Julian (ba9ba9goodman@yahoo.com)

***

My time at the naval academy for boys remembered 
fondly. (mm-teens, Mm, ped, oral, anal) 

***

My dick grew semi-hard even before we got out of the 
car.

I knew I wanted to attend the Newport Naval Academy for 
Boys even before my father set the DeSoto's parking 
brake. Beyond the car window, about twenty feet away, 
three good-looking boys stood talking. Their tight 
white uniforms hugged their lithe teenage bodies rather 
provocatively. My parents insisted on a military type 
school. I was on my way to becoming a little punk and 
strict school discipline would "straighten" me out. 
Well, the "out" part was right. If they only knew how 
un-straight that school would make me! 

I was fourteen. It was 1959. Just before the storm. It 
was the year of the Barbi doll, but my dolls were named 
Bobby and Peter and Billy. The DeSoto had a front grill 
dripping with chrome and rear fins soaring like a jet-
plane. The car was ugly as hell. Nineteen fifty-nine 
was before the pill, before the war, before you could 
pick rubbers off the shelf. Sex was supposed to be 
locked up inside marriage. Sanitary napkins were hidden 
behind the counter. AIDS? Unknown. Sex toys? What do 
you mean? The sluggish, silent 50s—people didn't talk 
about sex openly, casually. It was embarrassing. 

Anal sex, lesbians, the kinkier stuff was only 
whispered of, almost as if such things were a fatal 
disease. Many people had no clue. If they did they 
thought such things were far far away and practiced by 
"perverts." And just because of that it was a great 
time to be a teenager. Children and teens were supposed 
innocent by their parents and under that hypocritical 
cover we youngsters had a great time. Since we were 
supposed to be ignorant we could enjoy ourselves in our 
own space without much suspicion. 

It was the uniform that got me. Could it be that some 
old queen with a hard thing for chicken designed it? 
The boy closest to me had the nicest ass on any kid I'd 
seen in the last year. And the other two—well, let me 
tell you, there wasn't any other place a boy could put 
his stuff in those slim naval bell bottoms except down 
one leg or the other. They chose the left. 

I loved ships and sailing and I loved boys. Everywhere 
I looked on that sunny spring day I saw trim, tanned, 
healthy, attractive, physically desirable boys my age. 
I was certain no other school we had visited contained 
so many gorgeous boys. I wanted one of those white 
uniforms immediately so I could walk around with my 
package on display, or else show off in the gym shorts 
or the jeans I saw, which were just as revealing. 

The campus was spacious, with wide lawns around 
classical buildings set on a gentle slope down toward 
the sparkling bay. It was a magical day with the smell 
of spring flowers in the salt air, the warm gentle sea 
breeze increasing the erotic charge in me. If only my 
parents knew how happy they were about to make me!

The boy who was our guide was seventeen, a junior with 
a handsome face, black hair and blue eyes, about 5'9" 
and 150 lean beautiful pounds.

"Hello, Glen," he said to me in a firm voice and steady 
gaze, "my name is William McBain. William Franklin 
McBain. For today you can call me Billy." 

"Oh, yes Billy, I will, I most certainly will!"

Every time he took a step his butt cheeks would roll in 
a provocative manner. I think he knew immediately I was 
interested in what he had between his legs since he 
caught me glancing there a few times, and smiled. He 
took us in hand and showed us around. Once or twice 
when my parents weren't looking he smoothed out the 
front of his uniform, lightly passing his palm over his 
crotch and strong thighs. 

His teenage sexuality was blatant and I think made my 
parents a little uneasy. And as we toured further I 
couldn't keep my eyes off so many firm, rounded tight 
asses and bulging cocks stuffed snugly into the 
regulation attire. I was overjoyed, not as my parents 
thought, by the prospect of a military style education, 
but by the prospect of spending so many cold nights 
between the warm thighs of the friends I was sure to 
make. 

Nelson was the one who got me interested in the school. 
He had graduated from the place a year before and was 
the older brother of my suck-buddy Steve. Steve and I 
had been jerking and sucking each other since fifth 
grade. When we were both twelve Nelson would 
occasionally join us.

He was seventeen then and to us a very impressive older 
dude. He lay back on the couch and spread his legs and 
let me and his brother suck him off as long as we 
wanted. He had a way of holding back his come until we 
were almost exhausted working that big dick of his, 
then he'd let go long spurts of sperm into each of our 
mouths. 

So when my parents demanded a stricter school I 
naturally thought of Nelson's. He was pretty frank 
about what he did there but I was a little skeptical; 
maybe he was just bragging.

He was right. I got fucked the first night. The Cadet 
Junior who had shown me and my parents around in the 
spring knocked on my door about a half hour before 
lights out. Billy. How could I forget him? He was 
beginning his senior year and I was glad to see a 
familiar face, especially one so handsome. My assigned 
roommate wasn't scheduled to arrive until late the next 
day. Billy greeted me warmly and said things to put me 
at ease. 

I wasn't exactly scared but I was feeling small and 
lonely and he seemed so confident and swaggering to me. 
He looked like a teenage movie star with blue eyes and 
a beautifully proportioned body. That night he was in a 
pair of jeans that were if anything tighter than the 
uniform, and when his back was to me I could see the 
inseam tucked up sharply into his tight round ass. He 
might as well have been naked and the effect was almost 
obscene. 

I started to get turned on and I think he sensed this. 
I noticed his cock looked as if it had gotten half-hard 
as well. When I lifted my duffel bag to stow it on the 
high closet shelf he came up close behind me to "lend a 
hand." The hand he lent went low on my right hip and he 
was so close I could feel his warm breath on my neck. I 
froze at his touch... Froze everywhere but my cock, 
which grew rigid in seconds. A few moments passed when 
neither of us moved. Then he said very quietly into my 
ear, "You're a pretty cool looking dude."

I mumbled something that sounded like a thanks. I 
wanted to turn and kiss him but I stayed rooted to the 
spot. His next move was to put both hands on me, one on 
each side of my waist. And knew then that something was 
going to happen. I thought of Nelson and what he'd said 
about the school and couldn't believe it was coming 
true so quickly, on the first fucking night!

"You know," Billy continued, "I know my way around this 
place and I know how to make it easier for you...You 
won't have to sweat it, you won't have to sweat a 
thing." He moved an inch closer and I felt his cock 
press on my ass. 

"It's a piece of cake here, not at all as military as 
it seems. If you want it to be." 

He let this sink in for a minute, his hands still on my 
hips, then whispered into my ear "You have a cute ass." 
As this was spoken his arms encircled my waist and he 
clasped his hands at my crotch. I could feel his dick 
press more firmly between my ass cheeks. I started to 
get warm and a little apprehensive. 

Billy's handsome body had me enthralled. I wanted to 
blow him from the moment I saw him and if he wanted to 
blow me too, that would be super cool. But I was 
fourteen at that point and had never been fucked in the 
ass, that made me hold back. Would it hurt? Although I 
felt sophisticated about sex at that age I was still 
unsophisticated in many ways. I pictured myself spread 
eagle under him being brutally fucked by his massive 
cock, unable to escape the pain. 

Whatever misgivings I experienced began to leave when 
his hand gently wrapped around my cock and balls and 
began a slow gentle message.

"I wanted your body from that first day I saw you, on 
the tour with your parents," he whispered, "You are so 
fucking cute. You're hot. I love your face. I love your 
ass. You know how sexy you are? You know how juicy you 
ass looks?" 

In reply I relaxed into his body and pushed back with 
my butt the better to feel his now stiff cock.

"That's nice," Billy said in response, and began to 
breath harder. Presently he gave out a little snicker 
and declared, "You done this before, I can tell." He 
started to jerk me through my jeans. "Yea man, this is 
easier than I thought it'd be. You're hot all over. You 
sure do want it!" I began to moan and undid my belt and 
unbuttoned my jeans. "When did you first take it in the 
ass?" he asked, and went on to volunteer that he was 
eleven when an army buddy of his father's fucked him.

"No, I've never done it. I... my buddy and I... suck... 
each other, though." 

"You little slut," he said in the softest, sexiest 
whisper, "half of this school fucks the other half, and 
everybody sucks—even some teachers. You're going to fit 
right in."

"I don't know," I replied like the shy virgin I was. "I 
never had it in the ass."

"Shit! You're joking?" 

He turned me around and looked into my eyes. He was 
about three inches taller. I don't know if he believed 
me. We kissed and he tasted so good. I wondered how 
safe we were from discovery since the dorm was quiet 
but there were still about six or so newly arrived 
freshman on the floor. But Billy didn't seem concerned 
and I let him guide me. He had my ass cheeks firmly in 
his grip and massaged them provocatively as we 
continued to kiss. I hadn't done much kissing with boys 
and I discovered I liked it.

I slowly sank to my knees in front of him. The fact 
that he was so very handsome made me more than normally 
aggressive and I right away nuzzled my nose between his 
legs and savored his clean smell in the snug denim, 
enjoying the warmth there. I didn't want him to think I 
was a complete novice at boy sex and a good blow job 
would surely lead to quick acceptance. Billy had a 
beautiful clean hard six inch cock that was made for 
sucking. The head gleamed in the light as if polished. 
It was the most natural thing to take it into my young 
mouth.

He put his hands on the back of my head and pushed 
against me. "That's good sailor. That's very good." 
Nelson used to hold my head too and I liked the slight 
feeling of being trapped. 

The boy I had now moaned and whimpered, occasionally 
whispering four letter words as I nuzzled between his 
legs. He told me that last spring he borrowed my 
picture from the admission's office and had jerked off 
a lot with it. I admitted that though I had no picture 
I had jerked off the night I got home from the tour, 
picturing us having sex.

Presently I worked on him seriously. Billy had a 
beautiful six inch tool, shiny clean and straight as an 
arrow, with tight balls that tasted as good as they 
looked. He had only a patch of public hair and 
otherwise his skin was smooth. I was just getting used 
to licking his balls when he pushed me away. The room 
was small and everything was close. He reached over and 
quietly flipped the lock. 

"That's the way sailor boy... that's just the way to do 
it," he said hotly. "Get your jeans off... leave the t-
shirt!" he commanded. I complied quickly. "Put your 
sneakers back on" was the next instruction.

I wanted to act all casual about it, but I complied in 
an instant and I was a little annoyed that I looked so 
obedient in front of him. 

"Now kneel on the bed and get your ass in the air," I 
cautioned him to be easy with me. 

"Baby," he said reassuringly, "I fucked a bunch virgin 
cadets and know just what to do. Cadet McBain is going 
to make you feel real good. If its not good tell me and 
I'll stop. But I bet you won't, guaranteed!" His eyes 
sparkled with lustful anticipation and I got on the 
bed.

I got unto the position he wanted, my knees spread, my 
head down onto my folded arms. I felt strange. More 
vulnerable than I wanted to be. Billy knelt on the 
floor behind me and I figured his face was just a few 
inches from my ass. "Beautiful" I heard him say. He 
massaged me again, this time his thumbs worked to open 
me each time they circled closer and closer to my 
little asshole. 

"Cadet Virgin," he whispered. "That's what you are: 
Little virgin cadet," I heard him call me that a half 
dozen times, and realized he was getting himself worked 
into a hot passionate state. It had the same effect on 
me. I started to get dreamy myself and felt a little 
dizzy. The strange feeling in me grew and started to 
become definite. 

Then it happened. I hadn't really expected he'd use his 
mouth on me, but that's exactly what he did. It was 
like an electric jolt to my system. Here was this upper 
classman, a senior, with his handsome face pressed hard 
up against my ass. Wild! I had heard about this but 
never tried it with Nelson or Steve. It was a 
revelation. 

A jumble of thoughts went through my mind: my parents 
should see this; this is what dogs do; clean, dirty, 
he's going to fuck me, and many more. Since I showered 
at least once everyday and washed myself there as often 
as necessary, the issue of cleanliness came and went 
quickly. I thought I could bring myself to do to him 
what he was doing to me if his habits were as good. 

His tongue was marvelous! Warm, wet, strong. He had to 
hold me still because I wiggled and shook so much 
keeping his mouth against me was difficult. My 
gyrations made him laugh and it made me laugh too, 
though we had to be careful not to get too loud.

"You like it, buddy? You like getting your ass licked? 
You're clean and sweet. Stay that way."

Dampness formed all over my body. "Please," I begged. 
"Do more. Do more!" I whispered. I could hardly get the 
words out.

"Say what you want, freshman! Don't be shy!" Say it" he 
insisted, say, 'Lick my asshole!'"

I did. I begged him. I would beg for it in front of the 
whole school if he wanted me to.

"Not like that," he hissed. Don't say it that way: you 
sound like a Mary. Say it like a command!"

I tried again, several times, until I said it with an 
attitude that satisfied him. It felt strange and 
exhilarating to speak this way to an older dude, 
someone I really didn't know, but it was very sexy to 
do so.

He went back to his fantastic assault on my ass and 
worked on me for a long time. I knew now I would let 
him put his dick in me. Any resistance I had melted 
into nothing as I anticipated what was going to happen. 

Gradually, as the tip of his dick touched my ass I felt 
myself go through a change of my basic identity and 
instinct. Without ever fully surrendering myself as a 
boy, I felt also like a girl. Spread open wide as I was 
I felt vulnerable and seductive at the same time. I saw 
my ass was like a pussy and liked it. I would use it as 
another way to attract good-looking boys to my side. My 
mind swam in these thoughts. He applied vaseline and it 
went in pretty easily. I was so hot, and he was smooth 
and gentle. He kept whispering dirty thoughts into my 
ear, biting my neck and nibbling my shoulders. 

What seemed like a short time later I felt him shoot 
his load. I felt his dick pulse in me three, four 
times. 

He lay above me panting, hot, exhausted. We stayed 
joined for a long time, not moving a inch, tightly 
wedged. Gradually, his cock softened and slipped out of 
its own accord.

"You have a sweet pussy," he whispered between gasps 
breath. "You are one hot fuck, sailor boy."

I felt so open and filled and vulnerable—and fulfilled.


Part 2
------

After that first evening I didn't see Billy—excuse me! 
... Cadet Mc Bain—for awhile. The rush of getting 
settled and the start of classes kept us both pretty 
occupied. We caught sight of each other around the 
campus always at some distance. Yet even from a hundred 
feet he noticed me and we acknowledged each other. My 
roommate George arrived, got settled, and was pleasant 
enough in body and personality but with so many other 
truly gorgeous boys to choose from he didn't arouse me 
sexually. On our floor there was a sexy Italian kid who 
seemed available and I put him on my list for future 
action.

Not a student, but a teacher turned out to be my next 
partner. 

Lieutenant Charles was young, perhaps thirty, but he 
seemed old to me. He was always attired in a crisp, 
neat, and snug uniform. Good looking with brown hair 
and hazel eyes, his slight Southern accent was sexy to 
me. So was his trim and athletic a body. He told us he 
was an avid tennis player and swimmer, two activities 
that kept his muscles lean and tight. 

In class he was all business and very strict but I did 
once or twice I let my thoughts go to wondering what 
his abs must be like, and how long a dick hung between 
his strong legs. He was about 5'10" or so, with a 
sensuous mouth, strong looking hands, and thighs that 
swelled the legs his white trousers provocatively. It 
was easy to picture him undressed. He taught the 
navigation class. During lectures used an old fashioned 
wooden a pointer to emphasize things, which added to 
his authority.

The day of our first encounter was a beautiful autumn 
afternoon. During that class he returned the first test 
he'd given us, but he skipped me. He went from Roberts 
to Singleton to Wilson, skipping over Sussman. Was that 
a mistake? Should I interrupt to ask why? I sat there 
without moving a muscle, silent and too intimidated to 
make an inquiry. The test was harder than expected, but 
I didn't think I'd done so badly he'd have to single me 
out. I couldn't concentrate all through the rest of the 
class and at the end when the rest filed out he called 
me to stay.

I stood at attention at his desk for whatever was to 
come. The sound of the departing students faded and the 
room became quiet and his body attitude relaxed and 
become more casual when he looked at me. He slid his 
lower body a bit forward and opened his legs some, an 
arrogant pose. I grew a little scared, but my groin 
tingled and a lascivious thought raced across my brain.

"So, Sussman..." he started, regarding me up and down 
with a sweep of his eyes, "Cadet McBain, tells me you 
are very talented." He let the words hang in the air 
for a moment. Lowering his voice he repeated, slowly, 
"very talented." His eyes dropped and fastened on to my 
crotch. Despite myself I could feel my dick start to 
respond. I knew then this had nothing to do with the 
test; this was going to lead to sex, and I relaxed 
some.

In a business-like voice, sternly, he continued "You 
know, Sussman, we don't let many Jews in here. But that 
doesn't matter with your talent and abilities. I've 
been watching you... You're going to go far... A little 
help here and there along the way... Cooperation on 
your part... There's no telling..." And all the while 
his eyes watched my dick grow. Maybe he didn't like 
Jews but I was too naďve and excited and intimidated to 
dwell on it. I was only fourteen then and would get 
instant hard-ons on the slightest pretext. 

He placed the tip of the pointer at the bottom of my 
sternum and slowly moved it downward. 

"What do you say, Cadet? You understand me?"

Understand him? My cock sure did. It was coming up to 
full hard quickly. The pointer kept moving downward, 
over my stomach, arriving at the fork in my legs. My 
cock and balls were tucked snug down my left leg and he 
rested the wooden stick against them. I liked what he 
was doing.

"Tell me you understand Cadet...say so", he almost 
whispered. Gently he moved the stick a little forward 
and back, massaging me with it wonderfully

"Yes sir, I do."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes...sir"

"You know you're away from home now, Glen. There are 
lots of things to learn... Lots of things. Some things 
your parents may not like...Glen. You know?"

"Yes."

"You play with your dick much, Sussman? Tell me the 
truth. McBain says you really have a nice one." The 
directness of the question made me blush and smile.

"Yes"

"Yes? Yes, what? ... Tell me." And for emphasis he 
raised the stick and put pressure on my balls.

"I play with it. I masturbate... I jerk off at about 
once a day."

"I'll bet. It keeps it in shape. And your roommate? Do 
you suck each other?

"No."

"Good. I'm going to suck your cock for you. Did you 
jerk off yet today?"

"No sir."

"Ok, good. But you're going first. I want my cock in 
your pretty mouth first. You ready?"

"Yes." I told the truth. There was no point in being 
coy.

"This is one of the little extra benefits they don't 
mention in the catalog." He lowered the pointer and 
used his hand. It felt strong and wonderful. "Kept your 
mouth shut about this." His tone was now intimate and 
conspiratorial. "Like I said, you're going to learn 
what your mother and father may not like. Do you like 
what I'm doing?"

"Yes." 

I looked toward the door. He reassured me that at this 
period the building was empty and would be so for 
forty-five minutes. His dick pressed against his 
uniform and looked impressive and delicious. I did 
exactly as he said. I went down on one knee and knelt 
between his spread legs. Just like with Billy I nuzzled 
my nose into his warm crotch and felt him up with my 
whole face as he sat. His dick was rock hard in a 
minute and I promised to be a large one.

"That's it Glen," he said, "you do this for me and I'll 
make you very happy." I undid his belt and zipper and 
he slid his pants down. I was smug about what I was 
doing. This grown man was hot for me. I had never 
really had an adult cock to play with and this first 
one was exciting. Longer than Billy's and thicker too 
it stretched my mouth to its limit. I did the best I 
could, licking the head, jerking him with my hands, 
liking his balls and shaft. He smelled like a man, but 
clean too. I must have been good because it didn't take 
him long to come and in doing so he held my head 
against him. I choked it down.

After his orgasm, the strength of which started me, he 
sat still for a few minutes, then issued an order.

"Get on the desk."

He helped me undo the buttons of my pants and skinned 
them down my legs. The light from the window was 
golden.

"Fuck! You're beautiful," was all he said as my teenage 
cock disappeared into his mouth. He worked fast and 
skillfully and I knew I would shoot quickly, especially 
when he pressed a finger up a little ways into my hot 
asshole. I marveled at what was happening: just a few 
minutes ago I was sitting in my seat along with the 
rest of the class and now I was fucking my teacher's 
mouth! And he was stimulating my ass as if he knew 
exactly how much I liked it played with. Wild! It was 
over way too fast. He said I tasted good, my come was 
sweet. He told me he wanted a lot more. I felt like a 
million dollars. 

He wrote me a late pass for my next class and gave me 
back my test. On the way out I glanced at it. I had 
made "a perfect score." I walked down the hall rubbery 
loose in the legs and sweet in my groin as I realized 
the double meaning of the thought, and smiled.


Part 3
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I went to my next class but had no idea what the lesson 
was about. The smug feeling that came over me was 
distracting: I'm more attractive that I thought if a 
grown man like Lt. Charles was so hot for me he'd take 
that kind of risk. My little asshole, pressed against 
the wooden seat, tingled in anticipation as I thought 
of the upperclassmen and a few teachers that had caught 
my eye. I kept my mouth shut just like Lieutenant 
Charles said, but I soon noticed I was getting more 
attention than normal by some older cadets, and even 
some teachers. I secretly felt more powerful, and 
definitely more sexy.

Remember the Italian boy I mentioned? 

Following closely after my first blow job with Lt. 
Charles the Italian boy and I had sex. Peter was his 
name. We had most classes together, lived in the same 
dorm, same floor, and so saw each other many times each 
day. He was beautiful.

Peter looked gorgeous in the shower room and noticed me 
looking. I caught him looking too. If you want to get 
an idea of his body look at Donatello's bronze statue 
of David. How could I not look? He was slender and so 
perfectly proportioned; his body glowed a golden bronze 
color, just like the statue. In the water 
safety/survival class we got partnered together and 
that's when things got interesting. Learning how to 
survive overboard, we were obliged to hold each other, 
our arms and legs intertwined in rescue practice. 

I could go overboard just to have Peter's beautiful 
body wrapped around me, his smiling eyes fixed on me, 
those white teeth and sensuous lips pressed against 
mine would save me for sure! In the pool we needed to 
take hold of various parts of our bodies and I know I 
made the most I of it. So did he. A few times I was 
able to reach under his groin to lift him, getting a 
good feel for what he had there, and was excited. He 
smiled. I knew we were on to a very good thing.

At our first long weekend holiday he invited me to his 
house. His father picked us up and we made the two hour 
drive through the beautiful autumn country side. The 
house was large comfortable—Mr. DeLeo was a building 
contractor—and it was set back amid old trees and 
shrubs. Like my house in many ways. My father was a 
lawyer; Mr. DeLeo didn't have a college education but 
had obviously done pretty well.

We had a great dinner that night of course. His mom was 
a great cook. Mr. and Mrs. DeLeo were a happy and 
satisfied couple and it showed. I met Peter's younger 
brother, Anthony, age 12. The boy was as beautiful as 
his brother in a more delicate sort of way. The whole 
family was very attractive.

It was during dinner that something happen to me that I 
never have forgotten. As the meal progressed with warm 
good food and laughter I secretly kept glancing at 
Peter. His physical beauty was like a magnet that kept 
me enthralled and I couldn't help myself. A sort of 
wakeful trance came over me. 

Minutely I noticed his hands, his cheek bones and eyes, 
his long lashes, his jaw line and full brown hair, his 
sensuous lips—but most of all, his glowing and honest 
soul. It was that— his soul I realized, that animated 
his beauty. I was too young then to say my feelings in 
exactly these terms, but now I know his inner beauty 
was the final factor. That evening around the dinner 
table I fell in love for the first time in my life. 

Of course my love was completely expressed by sex. 
After all, we were young teenagers so horny and anxious 
to come. Following dinner we went up to Peter's 
bedroom. We explored his model ship collection and 
books about sailing, his collections of coins and 
stamps that featured ships. His comics and drawings and 
clothes. Then we settled on the floor and played 
monopoly, joined by his brother Anthony. 

It was a nice warm room made cozy with rugs and pillows 
trophies and family pictures. My attention to the game 
was divided between it and thoughts of how I could get 
between Peter's legs. His brother keep looking at me in 
a sort of abstracted dreamy way and though he was as 
cute and desirable as his brother I kept focused on 
that cock I had felt pressed against me in the pool at 
school. When bedtime finally arrived, Anthony left but 
only after giving Peter a few silly grins, and a grab-
ass or two. 

It was a mild night and we agreed pajamas weren't 
necessary. That's when things took the course I always 
knew they would. Both of us grew hard as soon as we 
were out of our clothes. He stood there looking at 
mine, all rigid gleaming proud six inches of it. His 
was as large, and not shy to display itself. Then we 
slipped under the covers.

"Do you jerk-off?" he asked quietly before shutting the 
light. "I do it every night." Our hips touched on the 
narrow bed. 

"Sure," I said. No exaggeration.

"Let's to do it now!" he happily exclaimed. 

We started, and in the silence all that could be heard 
was rubbing, deep breathing, and whimpers of pleasure. 

After a minute he spoke again: "Let's do it to each 
other. That ok with you?" 

Ok with me? Oh, you beautiful boy! How can I put this 
delicately? I'd eat your shit if you wanted me to! 

What I said was, "Yes." 

Yes! yes, yes, yes!

We were soon jerking on each other's cock, our heads 
close, breath hot and mingling, his slim smooth body 
slipping against mine. This was more than buddies 
helping each other out. I could feel real passion in 
his effort, and in mine too. My love for him was 
confirmed.

The night was long a full of sex. After that first 
quick come we examined each other from head to toe in 
the glow of the night light. Kissing tasting rubbing 
squeezing gazing. His adolescent balls were amazing 
round objects, so smooth to the touch and tasty on my 
tongue. The clef between the cheeks of his hard ass was 
deep and mysterious and warm on the ends of my fingers. 
He begged for my tongue there. Yes, Peter. I'll do it. 
First time. This is my deep love for you: my boy's 
tongue forcing into your hot asshole. In the morning he 
kissed me awake.

Saturday it rained most of the day which was fine with 
me because we spent it in the attic. Up there it was 
the boys' world, the brother's sacred territory, secure 
from prying adult eyes. It was where the models were 
built, where games were played and where there was a 
couch and lamps, and a mattress and seat cushions and 
blankets for the other sort of games. Peter showed me 
more of his stuff but soon it was obvious we were 
interested most of all in each other. Just as we 
started fondling each other his brother Anthony popped 
in. As desirable as his older brother he was ok with 
me. 

Anticipation made me squirm with delight when Peter 
closed us into that space by lifting the retractable 
ladder. The rain made a soft patter overhead and the 
light was hazy from the small windows. 

Peter flopped across the mattress followed by Anthony, 
then me. We talked about the usual things that interest 
boys that age, at that time and that place. But as you 
might expect the topic that gains boys' interest no 
matter when or where eventually came up. So did our 
dicks come up, pushing our pajamas up and out.

"You guys jerked off last night, didn't you?" asked 
Anthony bluntly, looking between my legs. 

"So?" his brother challenged.

"I did" said the younger one as he wrapped his hand 
around his stiff dick still in the flannel cloth.

"You want to do it again?" Peter asked.

Anthony's face broke into a huge cute smile as he 
opened his fly and started doing it. For twelve it was 
impressive. Not much smaller than his brother's, which 
was now also uncovered and getting careful caresses in 
his palm. I followed their lead. Three boys on a 
Saturday morning taking care of themselves in the 
attic. The picture is so clear in my head.

The next move was Peter's. He was nearest to coming of 
us and rose to his knees in front of his brother who, 
without any hesitation, moved closer and took it into 
his mouth. It was a hot scene to witness and made me 
long for a brother. It was obvious they had been doing 
this stuff for a long time. 

I imagined how it would be to play with a little 
brother, to awake every morning with a blow job, or to 
give one; to share ever minute of puberty's 
excitements. Brotherly love. I joined in. When Peter 
started to hold Anthony's head on his cock I nuzzled in 
for some myself. The pearly drops seeped from the boy's 
lips onto my tongue and none was wasted.

We giggled and rested and before long fell into more 
sex play. 

Anthony was instructed by his brother to lie face down 
on the mattress. Then Peter leaned over his brother and 
kissed each cheek of his round ass and spread the boy 
open with his thumbs to give me a view of his small 
tight hole. "I'll get it ready for you," he said to me, 
"Anthony is one little hot fucker." With that 
announcement he dipped his face into the kid's crack 
and licked him wet. Peter located a small bottle under 
the couch filled with mineral oil. The little kid was 
used to getting it in the ass you could tell. 

He lay face down on the mattress, rested his right 
cheek onto his folded arms, and spread his legs frog-
like. He looked like a little angel. With the slickness 
of the oil I slid into the younger boy's ass as if it 
was butter. He took it without resistance, making 
whimpers of pleasure each time I pushed forward, each 
of my thrusts accompanied by my own grunts of lust. His 
delight added to mine and we stayed joined as Peter 
encouraged us, feeling us, tasting us, nibbling me, 
then his brother. 
It was wild.

Then I felt something warm and blunt against my own 
asshole. I knew Peter was going to fuck me there. My 
first time with him and I was happy it was his gorgeous 
cock entering me so smoothly. More mineral oil. I had 
to remember get some to use back at school.

Peter was an excellent lover. His rhythm was slow and 
deep and long. He was a natural. When he finally came 
his whole body was engaged, and it was powerful. Then 
he rested across my back. I could feel the beat of his 
heart and an echoing throb along a vein in his cock, 
which softened only slightly. We let Anthony crawl out 
from under so he could breath. I felt so secure and 
protected under Peter like that, and we stayed that way 
for a long time.

Finally, he withdrew, still almost hard, each slow inch 
by inch, and rolled next to me. I felt cold air 
envelope my body and lick at my asshole which pulsated 
and radiated in the aftermath. I felt incredibly elated 
and my spirit soared: I knew a milestone had been 
passed in my education. And I knew now I was his 
boypussy and I liked it! 

We fucked all afternoon in that attic. I know I came 
three or four times. The kid got it in the ass three 
times, and gave me and his brother terrific blow jobs 
too. 

When my roommate didn't return for the second semester 
Peter and I arranged to share my room. My parents were 
pleased I was advancing so quickly, making friends and 
fitting in. If they only knew. I was fitting in to 
Peter's ass almost every night, or his cock was in my 
butt or my mouth. 

Cadet McBain would drop by once in a while to see how I 
was, and to join in our sexual delights. A few times we 
went to Lt. Charles' apartment. A few times Anthony 
took the train to visit us and we kept him well 
lubricated. Much, much later I learned that all the 
males in that family enjoyed sex together. 

I remember it so well. It was such a long time ago.

-O-

Thanks to those of you who told me how you liked this 
story. Unless someone has an interesting suggestion I 
think I'll stop here. 

Julian, ba9ba9goodman@yahoo.com

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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting
out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to
many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a 
fellow convict in their local prison.
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