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A Very Young Man's Summer Job, 1962
by Raj Pepper (backinthehayloftagain@yahoo.com)
***
1962. Unobserved, the new kid at the hardware store sees
his co-workers sucking cock, intensely, and wonders...
This is a coming of age story where cock play is the
rule of the day. (MMm, 1st-gay-expr, mast, oral, anal,
orgy)
***
Author's Note: If you are under 18, do not read this
story. If erotic fiction is illegal where you are, leave
this site. See author's notes at the end, if you like.
***
Chapter 1
Everyone has that moment when sex becomes real, that
week, that month where what had been abstract pictures
in old magazines tucked away and stories overheard in
the locker room become sweat, pounding hearts and
rasping breath, wide eyed with wild smiles and full of
passions that one didn't even realized existed until
that moment.
These were the first weeks of that journey for me, and I
couldn't see it coming...
***
Miller's Hardware Store was at the end of Main Street,
and was one of those great places that define a town.
Built in the late 1880s, Miller's was laid out as a
lumber yard on the side, a feed store alongside the
loading docks around back, and the hardware store
anchoring the whole complex in the middle. Miller's had
a scent that has since gone from the public
consciousness; the smells of lumber, fresh and cured on
racks, and the smells of various feeds and bagged
fertilizers stacked up on pallets.
Those pleasant odors permeated the whole compound, and
as you entered the hardware store proper you got a
relaxed, comforting noseful that let you know you were
in a familiar place. A place where life was good, life
went on, there was continuity to the world.
Cheshire wasn't so much a railroad town, though we had
commercial and passenger trains coming through, as it
was a town whose industry and manufacturing served the
railroad industry. My father had been a vice president
of a firm that made interiors for passenger cars before
he passed away two years before. I was a strong young
man of 13 and a good student, athletically as well as
academically, at Allen Academy, the only upscale private
school in the area.
A neighbor and long time friend of the family made a
suggestion to my mother that I apply to be one of the
'summer boys' at Miller's. Part time employment at the
hardware store had been a rite of passage for many
youths around town for generations, and I did need
something to lift me out of my melancholy.
Miller's became much busier in the spring and summer,
and typically one kid would start around Easter break
and another would begin when school let out, both
leaving in the fall when classes resumed. The numbers
had been higher before the big Sears opened outside of
town in '58, and some of those boys back then had stayed
working weekends through Halloween.
We had a week off for Easter break, and I was hired on
as that summer boy.
Mr. Miller was a strong, stocky character who was born
to the hardware store and would pass with the hardware
store. Cheerful and pleasant to be around, he didn't
talk too much, but boomed when he did. He liked
listening to the radio, and his world was the front of
the store, where he had a great view of the street.
Strong as an ox and built like a tank, I watched him
lift the corner of a hay wagon once, a superhuman feat
that he no more acknowledged than brushing the hair out
of his face.
His wife was happy and sensible in a churchy sort of
way, and his kids were young and rambunctious. They
lived in the better part of town, as did my mother and
me, and his family usually made a weekly appearance at
the store.
Cale and Edward were the regular employees, Cale 19 and
working his way through college, Ed a 20 something
perpetual teenager. They had me work the full week of
Easter vacation, then I was to only come in on Saturdays
until summer. Friday early evenings on standby as
needed. Ed made it his duty to show me the place on the
first day, and his general goofiness mixed with a strong
center of responsible 'how to' set the right tone for
the job.
He took me up and down every aisle of the store and
explained things as we went, then showed me the lumber
yard and how the feed section worked. Kooky as he was,
it didn't seem the least bit out of character when he
paused at one end of the back loading dock and told me
to bend down and take a peek. We were looking through a
crack in the wooden wall, so small that only an employee
would know such a crazy thing existed, but the view
looked right into the ladies' room.
"Pretty rare we get anyone worth looking at," he said,
grinning, "But if I tell you to get me a sack of
Kilmer's, I might really need the Kilmer's, or I might
be giving you the signal to have a look." There was a
mountain of sacks of Kilmer's feed blocking anyone's
view of a peeping tom, and we both laughed.
At the other end of the loading dock, after explaining
everything else in the feed area, Edward had another
place to look behind another mountain of sacks, and I
dutifully followed his lead. This crack looked right
onto the trough urinal in the men's room, at the other
corner of the hardware store from the ladies' room, and
there was a cock just a foot from my face taking a leak!
"Jeezus christ!" I hissed at Ed as I jumped back,
"Somebody's in there pissin' right now! Damn you!" I was
red faced and embarrassed, and angry. but Ed thought
that was hilarious, and his genuine humor cracked me up,
too, and the laughs calmed me right down.
"Probably Cale," he said, laughter still in his voice.
"Good thing it wasn't Miller with his elephant dick, or
you'd have nightmares after seein' it!" he added with a
laugh as we continued our tour. I laughed, too, but I
was amazed that anybody could talk so casually about
something as private as your dick. It was just something
no one ever spoke about out loud, at least not to my
ears they hadn't.
It was a great place to work, and there were lots of
men, young and old, some neighbors I knew, some
strangers, who said hello and asked if I was the new
summer boy, then told me with genuine fondness how
they'd been that summer boy 5, 10, 20 years before. Even
middle aged housewives and little old ladies had had
husbands or sons who'd been summer boys, years before,
and they nodded approvingly with nostalgia.
There were lots of steady tasks to do as crates and
pallets arrived on big trucks and displays were
rearranged and set up. There wasn't a lot of sit around
time, and my tasks included all sorts of spring cleaning
that needed doing. All the duties needed to be done in
the manner that Miller's had always done it, and there
were rules as well.
If we went up the street to the luncheonette for a soda
or coffee, we were to let Mr. Miller or one of the guys
know, and the same held true if we were going to the
bathroom. That would save us from hollerin' for
assistance from someone who wasn't there at the moment.
If we had to take a dump, we were requested to try to do
that when the place wasn't really busy, if possible.
Day one was a Friday and day two a busy Saturday, and
they were spent learning the routine and stocking,
unpacking, receiving and cleaning. My third day there,
Monday, I could hear Cale tell Mr. Miller he was heading
for the john, and in a moment of sort of wickedly silly
curiosity, I slipped out the rear door to the loading
dock and took my place, out of sight, on the edges of a
pile of grain sacks and leaned forward to have a peek. I
just was a little curious to have a better, less
panicked view this time, to see if his cock was the one
I'd seen before, and if it looked like mine. Nothing
more than that, really, just curious about seeing it.
Cale's dick did look like mine, only more grown up, and
seeing a real cock close up, really seeing it, just a
foot from my face, was a first for me. I thought it was
cool, and I pulled at my dick a little through my pants
and enjoyed the feeling. I didn't feel guilty, just felt
a rush of excitement the way I felt when I jerked off.
Full of energy. Cale didn't stay long, but while he was
there I got a good look before he shook it and
unknowingly stretched it right towards me.
That night, after a long day's work, I pulled up my
nightshirt and played with my dick and stretched my ball
sack. I closed my eyes and thought about peepin' at
Cale, and it was funny as well as a little wicked. I'd
seen photos of cocks and pussies and sucking and fucking
in my father's well hidden stash of mostly old European
porn, all things he'd gotten during the war, but
actually seeing a dick, close up, that was something. I
thought about Ed's description of Mr. Miller's dick, and
wondered if it really was unusually big, and wondered
how Ed had gotten a look at it.
Had he looked through the same hole I'd watched Cale
through? Had he stood next to him at the trough,
pretending not to notice the way I pretended not to look
when I sidled up next to somebody in the john? In truth
I loved looking at other guy's dicks in public toilets,
but I never got a really good look, because I was always
afraid to actually LOOK. I liked seeing Cale's dick, and
I looked down at mine as I stretched it. I imagined
Cale's cock getting bigger, then bigger, then attached
to Mr. Miller.
I pulled my shirt all the way off and shot a jizz load
much further than usual. Right up to under my chin and
across my shoulder, the last ooze dribbling onto my
stomach where it usually landed. I slowly wiped it up a
finger full at a time and tongued it off my fingers
while thinking about the day, then drifted to a solid
sleep. I was tired, and had worked plenty hard.
The next day, Tuesday, late morning after I stocked a
lot of shelves, I told Mr. Miller that I had to use the
bathroom and that I'd probably be a few minutes. I
thought that was a good way to say I had to do more than
pee, and the store was in that late morning weekday lull
at that point anyway. I had never sat down in the toilet
in the store before, and the walls and door were the
same sort of comfortable, well worn old wood as the rest
of the building. The toilet paper holder had clearly
been replaced with a more modern unit that didn't fit
the space exactly. As I pulled paper from it I could
feel it was a little loose, and there was a quarter inch
gap between the holder and the rear edge of the square
hole for the old unit.
As I sat, someone came in, and I leaned back to see what
I could see, just out of curiosity. I could tell right
away from the clothes that it was Miller, though from my
vantage point I could only see him mid stomach to mid
thigh. Remembering Ed's description and suddenly really
excited to see if it was such a big deal, I tingled with
a funny feeling while waiting to see his cock. I had
never seen a fully grown man's dick, considering Cale as
just a slightly more grown up version of me, except for
stolen glances in the library or the park toilets while
standing next to a stranger.
The showers at school didn't count, because everybody
was very fast about keeping covered until the last
second, and facing away from each other while drying and
dressing was how it was always done. Straight cock
staring just wasn't ever done, and besides, those were
kid cocks like mine. I was more than a little jazzed to
see an actual man dick, and this was my moment.
Miller didn't just unzip and pull out. He slipped his
suspenders down, spread his stance a little and lowered
his pants and underwear, then flipped his left hand up
under his balls and cock to flop it all forward. He
grabbed his dick with his right paw, pulled the skin
back and let go a stream. The head had skin stretched
around it about halfway up towards the tip, really tight
it seemed, but if he had a foreskin, I thought that
would be baggy skin hanging off the front. My face was
glued to the opening watching all this, less than three
feet away. I was wide eyed and grinning, and found
myself stroking my cock like crazy.
All this was new to me, but I liked what I was seeing,
and I liked what I was feeling. Miller's cock was big,
but not like an elephant, just big and full and meaty,
and his balls and ballsack looked like they had real
weight to them. My dick, which I really liked just the
way it was, seemed thin in comparison, and my balls
looked more like nuts. His balls looked like actual
balls.
Then he shook it and stroked out the last drop, then
turned towards the stall where I was and stroked it
again! Three long strokes, really slow and deliberate.
Then he flopped his whole dick and balls upwards a few
strokes with his hand up underneath, not a foot from my
face. Did he know I could see him? I was shivering and
shaking while he put it all away and returned to the
shop.
I wasn't expecting anything like this, and my jizz shot
all over my pumping hand, some shooting past the hand
and onto the floor. I quickly cleaned it up and got back
to work, still shaking a little, but definitely smiling
while I worked. When I asked what had to be done next,
Mr. Miller gave no indication that... that what? That
I'd seen him pee and stretch his thick dick?
He couldn't have known that I could see him. Didn't I
pull and stretch my dick a little sometimes after I
peed? Wouldn't it have been natural to turn towards the
corner and the wall next to the urinal if you wanted to
stretch it a little, just for a little privacy?
I lay in bed that night and really worked my cock with
my mother's lotion, my eyes closed, thinking over and
over about Mr. Miller's cock. It's girth and how the
skin moved on it as his finger and thumb squeezed up and
down the length of it. It filled up my whole view like
sitting in the front row at the movies, and my eyes
squeezed shut tighter as I shot a power shot of jizz and
my body bucked on the bed like little convulsions.
The next day, Wednesday already, I scrubbed both
bathrooms and Cale showed me what to do. Mr. Miller
insisted that the bathrooms be spotless, something that
businesses think little of anymore. A little later, Ed
announced quietly that he had to hit the john, and I
could hear Miller say "OK." I didn't know where Cale
was, but I said I was going to sweep up the loading
dock, one of my duties during 'spring cleaning,' and
another pleasant "OK,' came from the front of the store.
I heard the bell over the front door as I went around
back. The one customer in the shop was just heading out.
I took my place behind the pile of feed sacks and leaned
in for a look. Ed's cock was pointing right towards my
face like Cale's had the other day, and he had a
foreskin! A real one like a few I'd seen at school, but
those I'd only seen for a split second and never pointed
right at my face pissing. He pulled the skin back a
little and a stream came shooting out of the loose
cluster of skin. My hand pulled on my suddenly hardening
dick through my pants, again amazed at the spectacle of
someone else's cock so close to my face.
The bathroom door opened again and somebody entered the
toilet and let the door slam. I couldn't see who.
Utterly to my amazement, Ed's dick started to grow, and
he started to stroke it in a slow, sort of strong way,
sort of squishing it as his thumb and forefinger
squeezed up and down its length. Then I heard a sort of
muffled clanking sound just out of visual range. Ed
turned to the side and dropped to his knees. I could
just see him from the edge of his ear to the back of his
head and from his shoulders to the top of his head.
What was going on? His head and shoulders were moving in
a steady rhythm towards the wall, and then it hit me!
Someone was in the stall and had unscrewed the loose
paper holder, stuck their dick through, and Ed was
sucking it! That was it! I knew it even though I'd never
heard of such a thing, had never actually seen anything
like that, and couldn't fully see what was going on. I
KNEW what was happening!
Ed let out a mumbled, mouth filled groan, which seemed
out of character for the nutty guy I knew, and I thought
I could hear another more muffled groan coming from the
stall. I started pumping my dick like crazy, then the
bell over the front door of the store rang out clear,
and there was a mad dash for everybody to get back to
work.
As I buckled up and trotted back into the shop from out
back, I could see Ed and Cale moving away from the
bathroom. It was Cale who was getting his dick sucked by
Ed! I was thinking that it must have felt great, and
immediately tried to fathom how they ever got involved
in such a crazy pastime together. I mean, how the hell
do you even approach the subject? I was just amazed, but
I was also boiling with a totally crazy heat. Stocking
shelves, my hands shook a little, and my head just
swirled and swirled with this new knowledge of something
so... so what? Wicked? Cool?
I didn't know words for what I was feeling, but it
totally distracted me until Mr. Miller's telling me a
second time to do something snapped me out of it. A
little later I went around back again and jerked off
like a tornado, shooting like a lightning bolt across
the old wooden wall in the back. I couldn't help it. I
was full of this totally crazy feeling. Crazy, but I was
smiling from ear to ear.
I knew I wanted my cock sucked. In all the old photos
showing close ups of German women sucking German men, I
always imagined those lips were around my meat while
jerking off. Could I get Ed to suck my dick? How? How
could I get Ed to actually suck my dick? Did Cale suck
Ed's cock too? Would Cale suck my dick? How did it feel?
Probably even better than when I jerked off with lotion,
and that felt amazing.
I'd heard older boys at school talking about women
sucking your cock, and how it felt even better than
fucking a wet, juicy pussy. Maybe at SOME point one of
these guys would give me a blowjob, but how do you ask
someone to suck your dick? There just is no way I could
think of.
That night I rolled my legs up and over my head in my
bed and slowly pulled myself into position to get the
tip of my cock into my mouth. I could really only push
my lips around the head and tongue the slit. I jerked
off towards my mouth like I'd done dozens of times
before, but this time I wasn't thinking about my stash
of old porn. I was thinking about two guys I work with,
and the possibilities.
I had never thought such things before, never considered
all the variables. What if I had to suck them, too?
Would I do it? Would I like it? What would their dicks
feel like in my mouth? As I thought about it, I pushed
my lips out more and strained my body just a little more
to get my whole dick head into my mouth. At this angle
the pressure made my cock head seem even bigger and I
more consciously gave myself a little blowjob, and
imagined it was their dick head I was sucking, then I
backed off to a more comfortable distance and started to
jerk faster.
I shot a jizm stream straight down into my mouth, a real
strong squirt then a slower one. I imagined it was Ed's
cock shooting, then I puckered my lips again up to the
head and licked the tip clean and thought about Cale and
his dick. Maybe I could suck them. Maybe I could suck
them both. I unrolled my body and lay there, tired from
the day but still stroking my cock.
I think I could actually suck their cocks. It had to be
just like now, me licking my own dick and slurping up my
own come, only more fun. They had figured out how to
have fun cocksucking, and I wanted a part of it. Really
wanted a part of it. But how to make it happen?
Thursday was a tough day of work with lots of trucks in
and out, and there was no slipping off to look at
anything in the morning, but my mind was never far from
what I'd seen the day before, and what that meant to my
new goal of getting my dick sucked, and maybe sucking
them too.
It took up my thoughts throughout the day and I stayed
in a pretty excited state of mind, but whenever I was
working with or talking to or just passing either guy,
there was no indication that they knew I'd seen
anything. I stole discreet glances at their crotches,
but no boners, while I had to hide mine and try to think
it down from rock hard.
That afternoon, I made my quiet bathroom announcement to
Mr. Miller and headed to the stall. As I sat on the
toilet, I could see the round headed nuts that held the
newer paper holder in place were loose on the bolts, all
but one almost all the way out.
Just out of curiosity, I unscrewed three of them and
left the little rounded nuts in a row along the wooden
stall shelf. The fourth was just a turn away, and I
undid it, again just out of curiosity. The paper holder
dropped neatly into my hand, and I was looking through a
very old, very smooth square opening in the wood. This
was how Cale got his dick sucked!
For fun, I stood up and moved forward, putting my cock
through the wall. The hole was big, probably 6 inches by
8. Big. I imagined Ed on his knees, sucking my dick,
then I sat down again and jerked my now hard johnson.
The door to the bathroom opened and I snatched up the
roll holder and put it back in place in a panic, faster
that I could have imagined, getting one top screw back
in place with just enough twist to keep it from falling
and terrified that whoever came in heard the slight
sound it made as it went into place. Holding my dick
with one hand, I snuck a look around the back of it and
there was Mr. Miller, pants down as before, pissing with
what looked to be half a boner.
It really was big now, at least compared to how it had
hung before, and I really was amazed. As I stared at it
and pulled at my own cock, I was starting to shake,
physically, and I couldn't seem to stop myself, when
Miller gave his cock a wiggle and a stretch, and turned
to face the wooden stall. This time though, as he
stretched and then stroked his cock, it grew into a real
man's dick.
I suddenly realized, almost in terror, that he could
probably see me looking at him, especially if he knew
where I would be looking from. Fear shot through me as I
realized my boss could see me looking at his dick.
Panic, and shaking, yet I still had a hold of my cock,
and my face was still right up to the wall, staring with
the widest eyes I've ever had.
He moved closer, and the tip of his cock was just beyond
the slit I was looking through. His strokes were slow,
long and deliberate. My left hand had settled on my ball
sack, and my right hand was now really stroking my cock
as I kept my face close to the wall and stared in
amazement. I was breathing through my open mouth, and I
could hear my breathing. Not loud, but it had a shake to
it, just like my limbs were shaking. Shaking almost
violently. I never felt anything like this combination
of excitement and fear.
His cock touched the opening. Actually touched it. The
meaty head filled part of the space then pulled back,
then pressed gently in again. His cock was now quietly
pressing, almost slapping against it, over and over and
over. I don't know what I was thinking, but I took my
hand off my cock and in an instant my fingertips were
caressing the big head of his dick through the narrow
space in the wall.
It was an insane thing to do, but this was an insane
moment. His cock head was smooth and meaty and very warm
to the touch. Soft and hard. I heard an almost inaudible
breathy but very deep and manly moan from his side of
the wall, then my left hand suddenly just leapt to the
paper roll holder and unscrewed the last hanging nut
from the wall. In an instant I had the whole fleshy tube
in my hand, squeezing it, stroking up, pulling it.
I had never touched another man's dick before, and in a
quick moment it seemed to fill the whole opening as I
pulled his ball sack through with my left hand. He was
leaning in, holding the top of the stall, me gently
pulling and kneading his balls and sack with my left
hand and stroking his now fully hard dick with my right.
My hands were still shaking, though I wasn't afraid, I
just couldn't seem to help it. I pulled it fully through
and turned my whole body towards the wall, then started
to rock back and forth with my upper body as I stroked
Miller's now hard cock.
It was probably 8 inches long, but it was fat like a
ring baloney, and my hand didn't go all the way around
it. I rocked while I stroked because my arm seemed
almost frozen at the elbow and was clenched tight to my
side, but my body took over the motion that stroked his
beautiful, handsome cock. I stared at it, wide eyed,
really drinking in how it looked, as my motions brought
my face closer and away, closer and away. Without even
understanding what I was doing, my mouth opened as I
rocked, pulling myself towards it as I pointed it up
towards my mouth, all the while rocking, rocking.
Without thinking, my mouth opened wider as I rocked.
My hot breath was pouring over it in gaspy exhales.
Then, for only a split second, it grazed my lips and
tongue, a cock actually touched my tongue and upper lip,
and only then I realized my tongue was filling the lower
part of my open mouth. I said the word "Ohhhhh" as a
long breathy exhale, totally surprised by the sound of
my own voice. My mouth opened even wider, and my tongue
lolled out even further.
I rocked and rocked my head. my shoulders, my upper
body, squeezing it, pulling it, staring at it, breathing
hard through my mouth and it bumped again on my tongue
and my lips as I played with his balls with my left
hand. Now the tip was actually going into and back out
of my mouth as I rocked and squeezed and stroked and
pulled on his big fleshy monster cock, the edges of my
lips and tongue touching it as it slipped into my now
gaping mouth, then back out.
I was rocking and stroking and shaking like a leaf and
breathing in quivering, almost convulsive breaths. My
tongue fell further out and tasted more of the underside
of his cock as I slowed almost to a stop. His dick head
was resting on my tongue as the tip of my tongue pulsed
just below the meaty head of his cock, but the whole
thing was so big that my lips barely circled his cock
head as I licked up.
I moved my head forward and down again, slowly, and the
heavy head rolled right up my tongue into my mouth as my
lips circled it and my head pushed forward and down. I
was shaking with excitement, a real man cock stretching
my mouth and me actually sucking it like a real man. A
real man. This was my man moment, and I was now a man
with a man's hot fleshy cock in my mouth.
I started rocking again, the tip, the head and part of
the shaft pushing in and out. In. In my mouth and out.
My right hand had a real grip on it, and the skin was
moving back and forth on it differently than it did on
my dick, the skin gathering a little as my hand came up
and tightening as my hand stroked down. My left hand was
mostly just holding his balls now as I swayed, as my
head bobbed up and down.
It was big, but not too big to fit right into my eager,
incredibly eager mouth as I took my hand off his balls
and held his meat with both hands and let it finally
just plow right in as I rocked forward again. My hands
were still shaking as I swayed back and forth and my
mouth went down and over and then up and off this
amazing dick. I let out a mouth filled moan, another
sound I'd never heard before coming from me until this
moment.
This was just incredible. Here I was, rocking and
sucking a cock, a big, amazingly handsome cock,
something I'd never even considered before, and yet here
I was, squeezing that dick, moving my head around as I
went up and down, at least as much as the size of the
thing allowed. Nobody taught me any of this, it just
came to me in a moment of crazy excitement and passion.
I was overwhelmed with a rush of feeling like I was
swooning and about to faint, now grunting for air. I
could hear my slurping sounds slapping and sucking as I
moved my face and my whole upper body down and up and
down again.
"Ssssssssssssuck that cock, boy" I could hear Miller
say, but it wasn't bossy or mean, just a quietly intense
hot steam coming out as words. His hips rolled, but it
was entirely me in control as I went up and down on his
dick, sucking, slurping, pushing my lips and mouth down
only as far as I was comfortable swallowing, slurping up
again to the tip. "Don't stop, boy!" I heard him hiss
and I knew what was coming, though I'd only ever tasted
or seen my own come before this moment.
His hips convulsed and my lips stuck way out and clamped
around the pulsing tip, but I never stopped moving,
pushing my slurping lips down just past the head and
back out to the tip, and back down, my tongue wiggling
uncontrollably against his piss slit on the upswing. His
whole being twitched and I was not expecting the force
or velocity of the first few squirts.
"Ooooomph!" he groaned, lurching his body against the
wall and slamming another inch into my mouth while the
whole thing exploded. I swallowed one mouthful
instantly, gulping instinctively, then a second mouthful
of jizm rushed in, not as forceful as the first, but
fast. I was able to taste it better as it swirled
through my mouth, over and around my tongue and down my
throat.
My left hand flew to my own dick as I swallowed, still
rocking and sucking and breathing in grunts, and my cock
shot off in just a few strokes, my come flying
everywhere, and the excess from his first big squirt of
come leaking just a little from the corner of my mouth.
I let out a long, long MMMMmm, sound, just feeling his
pulsing meat in my mouth, feeling little increases still
in the juices filling my mouth since my second big
swallow.
Miller had been absolutely rigid, then was suddenly
still and quiet, and I could feel his johnson soften a
little from the extra engorged it had become as he'd
jizzed and jizzed. He pulled back a little and my hand
tightened around it. I leaned back and looked at it, at
how manly and handsome it was. I stroked up another big
dollop of cream and put my whole mouth back on it to
suck off the last of it.
I heard another breathy moan from his side as my head
moved down on it again, deeper than before because it
wasn't so hugely hard, then it pulled back and popped
out of my still sucking mouth with a quiet wet pop
noise. I watched, still breathing in big breaths, as his
cock and balls slid back out through the opening like
some retreating monster. I was still shaking, but not as
violently as before, panting, my hand and my cock
covered in jizz.
As I watched Mr. Miller put his pants in order through
the squared off suck hole, I licked the line of come and
spit drooling down the right side of my mouth, swallowed
again, and smiled, still breathing hard. This was the
coolest, most intense, most amazing thing that I had
ever done, and I needed a minute to just come back to
some sense of normalcy.
This was new. Really, really new, and I liked everything
about it. I loved sucking that cock. I loved how it made
me feel. I loved the taste of it, the look of it, the
soapy clean smell of it. I loved the jizm. His jizz. My
jizz. All of it. That was strong, man work, and I'd
sucked that man's cock like a real man. I felt like I
had graduated into some unknown man fraternity, but I
had come through the initiation suddenly a champion.
I could hear Mr. Miller washing up at the sink. "That
was the best, boy. The best, and I've been around a long
time." There was a really fun yet exhausted lilt to his
strong voice, as someone who is very, very pleased with
himself and with the world.
He headed out of the bathroom and back to work. A minute
later I heard the ring of the front door bell, and I
quickly started to clean up myself and the jizz I'd
somehow gotten all over.
As I hit the floor, Mr. Miller barked several tasks to
be done in his friendly but forceful way, and I jumped
right back to work, my head completely swooning, but the
tasks at hand serving to focus me back to Earth. I had
hoped to have my cock sucked at some point, maybe even
some point soon, and I'd already decided that I could
and would suck them back if that was how everything
worked.
I was excited about trying it, but I hadn't expected the
fury of the experience of my being so overwhelmed with
this crazed feeling and sucking Mr. Miller's magnificent
tool. My cock was rock hard again in my khakis, and it
went from half hard to rock hard repeatedly, all the
rest of the day, precome drip forming a small wet spot
that forced me to carry things in front of me as I made
my way around the shop. When I was given a loading dock
task, I jerked off again in my regular spot, thankful
for the chance to just let off some steam. Man, I was
full of crazy energy!
That night I jerked off two more times with lotion, the
sight of all three guy's cocks in my mind, but mostly
Mr. Miller's, reliving that incredible suck fest over
and over until I fell asleep, hard.
INTERMISSION
Chapter 2
Friday night was card night, at least once every three
or four weeks, where the employees and the boss, and
sometimes other former employees, got together for
various games of poker. No real gambling was allowed,
though I heard that Mr. Miller made the occasional side
bet with old friends. Miller would pay for a sack of
burgers from the corner lunch counter, and though ice
cold beers were enjoyed by the older guys, the summer
help was NEVER allowed to drink, an iron clad rule. It
was always a short evening, but one of those Miller's
Hardware traditions that everybody treasured.
My mom had said OK even before my first week started,
and so after work we headed next door to Ed's apartment
above Tulane's sewing shop. It was a surprisingly
spacious apartment, built when business owners lived
above their establishments. Cale headed towards the
bathroom to take a shower, which I thought sounded
unusual, but Ed said it was a tradition. That after
working hard all week, we all had a shower before we
settled in to play cards.
As I watched, wide eyed, a naked Cale came out of the
bathroom, drying off, and got dressed. No one else
seemed to notice, and I figured this is all part of what
grown men do in the company of other grown men. He took
our orders and went for burgers and cokes, and Mr.
Miller lit a big fire in the fireplace that someone had
prepared beforehand. The heat seemed way up already, but
the fire seemed really nice.
I was filled with an excitement that is hard to
describe, knowing that all these guys either suck cocks
or like to have their cocks sucked, and it was no
mystery to figure out that this was where they really
let loose. No one made any indication that this was the
plan, but here we all were, and I knew there was going
to be some amazing man play.
As Cale left, Miller rose quickly, smiled at me and went
towards the shower. "C'mon, I'll show you where
everything is." and I followed like a grinning puppy.
The bathroom was also roomy, with 1930s tile two thirds
of the way up the walls. The radiator was blasting, and
Mr. Miller laughed as he unbuttoned his shirt.
"Don't just stand there, get those clothes off!" This
seemed like the most natural conversation and action,
and yet we both knew I'd just sucked my first dick, HIS
dick, and we were about to be naked in front of each
other.
I flew out of my clothes, pulling pants off in a flash
and keeping half an eye on Miller. His body was like a
tank, not a cartoon body builder, just a solid block of
man. My body was handsome, and I thought it was pretty
grown up, but I really looked like a very young
teenager, still a promise what I might become. There was
no denying how exciting all this grown up man play was
to me, and my cock sprung out fully at attention right
in front of him. There was no hiding it.
He looked down at it and smiled a bigger smile then, as
he stepped out of his underwear, I could see once again
the first dick I'd ever put in my mouth. It seemed about
three quarters hard, and swung out ahead of him like...
like an elephant's trunk! I reached out and felt its
weight in my hand as he leaned forward, turned on the
shower, felt the water, then put a gentle muscular hand
on my shoulder and led me in.
He stepped right in after me, and there was just enough
room for us to move around while being in constant
contact with each other, our dicks bumping and sliding
across each other's bodies, me grinning from ear to ear,
him taking the soap and soaping me quickly, both his
hands washing my cock and balls, then my ass cheeks and
deep, surprisingly deep into the crack of my ass, almost
roughly, then he handed me the soap. I rubbed it all
over him, quickly, just amazed at the muscular bulk,
then my hands were all over his cock and balls, soaping,
lathering.
"That's enough for now," he said in his laughing yet
stern way, then spun me and rinsed me thoroughly with
his big hands in a flurry of motion that made me laugh,
and shoved me gently out onto the bathmat. He was
standing next to me drying us both with a big towel a
few seconds later.
Cale and Ed were at the big square coffee table,
arranging drinks and burgers to leave room for card
playing. There were two big comfy chairs with broad flat
arms and a sofa to match forming a bigger square around
the table. "Anyone else coming tonight?" Ed asked, and
Mr. Miller smiled and shook his head no.
The game was poker, and I wasn't the least bit fazed
when it became clear right away that it was to be strip
poker, but we played all sorts of variations of poker
hands to get undressed. Everyone took a turn dealing,
even me, and everyone lost their clothes while just
talking about the most regular things. That part still
cracks me up after all these years.
I KNEW that I was going to probably suck the cock of at
least one and maybe both of my coworkers, and I KNEW
that tonight was absolutely going to be the night I
first got my dick sucked by SOMEBODY, and yet we were
talking about the upcoming baseball season and what was
on Ed Sullivan! I was shaking again, even though I was
trying not to, and Cale asked if I was cold. It was that
noticeable. "No, just excited I think." I said, then
couldn't believe I'd said something acknowledging what
we were doing, after all the normal guy chit chat..
I was naked now in one of the big, broad armed stuffed
chairs, and lost another hand. "You don't have anything
else to take off." said Ed, grinning in the low light of
the room, the fireplace lighting his big smile from the
side. "So what do I do?" I asked. You have to answer a
question, any question we can dream up, or you have to
do something we tell you to do. "I guess I'll do
something, if you want," I said through a grin so wide
my face muscles hurt.
"Lean back and let us see you stretch your cock." I did
as I was told and Ed and Cale leaned in for a better
look. Miller leaned back and just smiled. "Nice" said
Cale, and I puffed up with young mannish pride that he
liked my cock. It was hot in my hand, and I stroked
faster, but there was a chorus of "Slow down!"
As each of them lost the rest of their clothes, I stared
at their cocks as they finally appeared, popping out of
briefs and boxers, hard. Ed went to the kitchen and I
loved seeing his dick swing as he walked back to the
table. I looked up at his face from his long dick, and
he was smiling from ear to ear as he sat back down, Mr.
Miller leaned back and pulled his big ball sack forward,
then let it flop on the cushion. I lost another hand and
he asked me right out loud "So, when was the first time
you sucked a dick?"
Cale and Ed were both stroking their meat and smiling as
I said "Never... before yesterday!" and they all
laughed. A real, full, loud laugh, but good natured, as
if I was fully a part of the merriment and not the brunt
of the joke. I was red faced but smiling, and said "Ask
me when I first got my cock sucked?" Cale asked, and I
told them all, somewhat loudly, "Never!" They all
laughed, a little incredulous this time, but friendly.
"Tonight, that will change'" laughed Miller, "but first,
I want you to show both boys what a natural you are. Can
you show them both at the same time?"
"Sure!" was all I said. They were sitting next to each
other on the sofa, and I quickly moved the table away to
make some room and got on my knees in front of them.
"Show me your dicks!" I commanded quietly, a breathy
sound in my voice that surprised me. Both of them leaned
back, spread their legs and stretched their cocks
towards me. My eyes were wide, and Miller moved over and
sat on the arm of the sofa to watch. "Go ahead boy, show
them what you showed me."
I practically pounced on Cale's cock, slipping my
fingers and then my whole hand around it, moving my hand
up and down the length of his dick, feeling everything
about it, staring at it as I stroked, leaning closer and
closer. I was, without any sort of plan or technique,
just naturally pulling it towards my mouth as I leaned
over it, but instead of slurping it right in, I started
to lick the head and the tip, and looked around.
Everyone was watching, all smiling and intensely
watching, all full of this man energy that I'd fully
tapped into.
I lowered my head as his hips slid forward more to
accommodate me. It pushed right in and fit in my mouth
so much better than Mr. Miller's, and it was so much
easier to suck. I bobbed my head up and down and swirled
sideways as I raised and lowered my head. Opening my
eyes, I could see Miller's face close by, and his voice
was quiet but intense and sharp as he whispered "That's
right, just like that."
I was more excited now with this approval from Mr.
Miller, and moaned without meaning to, it just came out.
Cale moaned, too. Then I took my mouth off and leaned
back, stroking the spit covered shaft while I looked. I
was just like mine, only bigger with lots more hair. I
caressed his balls with my left hand, then grabbed his
cock again with both hands and really started sucking
like a boy possessed with this new power of being a
great cocksucker. I liked the taste of it, the look of
it, the feel of it in my mouth. I liked the fresh soapy
smell of it as my nose landed in his freshly showered
cock hair. My left hand reached over and sought out Ed's
dick, and I stroked it while I sucked and sucked and
sucked on Cale.
I don't think it was back in my mouth for more than two
minutes when he started to buck and grabbed my head. His
jizz popped off in my mouth, a nice mouthful like my own
jizm at home, and I let out a moan at the same time he
did. I didn't stop, and he was really shaking and
tensing and squirming on the sofa as I swirled his come
around inside my mouth with my tongue while continuing
to give his dick head a workover at the same time, then
I raised my lips up and off his pulsing cock and looked
up. Everybody was grinning huge grins, me included.
"Good?" "Great!" he answered, and I could feel Ed
sliding more forward. I looked at Mr. Miller and he
nodded his approval as I shifted over and took Ed's cock
into my mouth. It was almost as thick and a clearly a
little longer than Cale's. The skin was a little looser.
The foreskin that I'd seen in the bathroom at work had
completely disappeared.
"Boy," Mr. Miller said, "You watch Cale suck my big dick
while you suck on Eddie's long cock." Cale stood up and
Miller sat next to Ed, then Cale was on the floor on his
knees next to me. He leaned in for a few seconds and
lifted Ed's leg a little, then licked the side of Ed's
dick and his balls while I sucked on just the tip. Then
he leaned back over and started to work on Mr. Miller's
organ.
I paused for a moment and watched, then leaned over and
Cale pointed Miller's cock towards me. I knew what to do
in an instant and slipped my mouth over the tip, then
slid my open mouth over the whole head, then it popped
back out and I worked Ed's dick even more intensely,
bobbing up and down, high up on my knees, leaning way
over, my hands now on the top of his thighs, just using
my rocking body and my furiously sucking mouth to
control the action.
I felt Ed's hands run up and through my hair, then hold
my head. It wasn't a tough hold, just a hold. His hips
pushed up more and more intensely as he held my head. I
was thinking he probably wants to make sure I stay
sucking while he comes, and I pushed my head down and
down further as I bobbed, clearly ready for a load of
hot jizm. He pumped and I bobbed. He held my head, and
then he pushed down just a little as my eyes teared up
with a long, slender cock at the back of my mouth and at
the top of my throat.
I didn't let it slow me down and sucked and sucked as I
felt spurts of jizz hit the back of my throat. His hands
clenched on my head as he pumped his hips and shot off
into my slurping mouth, but he didn't push down any
further. His twitching slowed and eventually his now
crazy grip on my head relaxed. His cock slipped out of
my mouth as I looked over at Cale and Mr. Miller. Cale
was sucking Miller's big meaty tube, but both of them
were staring at me. I smiled a huge smile, and so did
they.
Cale was gliding his mouth up and down Miller's cock,
and Mr. Miller had a hand resting on his head. Then he
stopped everybody and everything and said we all had to
move to the bed. There was a full size bed set up in the
corner as another sofa, with bolsters and other pillows,
the kind of thing you use as a guest bed when company
stays over. Ed and Cale practically jumped up. It was
funny, and we all headed to the bed, with Ed draping his
arm over my shoulder as we moved along.
You boys both watch as I give our summer help his first
blow job.
I fell back on the bed, and Miller pushed me up until my
head was on the pillows Cale and Ed placed right in the
middle. "You watch," he said and then got on his knees
between my legs and lowered his head. He ran his tongue
from the bottom of my balls to the tip of my cock head,
then wrapped his fingers around it and squeezed his big
mitt of a hand around it.
Ed stuffed two more pillows and a bolster behind my head
so I was practically sitting all the way up and could
really see, then Miller lowered his head, the tip of his
big tongue licking the tip of my cock where it popped
out of his fist. Then I looked at Ed and Cale who'd
moved up on either side of me, both of them on their
knees, jerking their cocks close to my face.
Then I felt it, finally, a mouth on my dick. He'd let
his hand slip away and was all mouth and lips and
tongue. It was so amazing I could have screamed, but
instead I made some sort of high pitched sighing moan as
my hands dug into the bedspread on either side of me.
Miller slurped up and down as Ed and Cale got even
closer on their knees of either side of me and leaned
forward.
I looked at Cale's dick jerking off an inch from my face
and it looked almost exactly like my cock when I sucked
myself, just bigger, the head a real crown like mine
sloping back to a mushroom back. I rolled my hips with
my cock in Miller's mouth again and again, and stuck out
my tongue to touch Cale's meat. He hunched forward just
as I strained my neck towards it and it was in my mouth
again, his knuckles slapping at my one check as he
jerked it.
Mr. Miller's expert mouth felt so good and I was so
overwhelmed with cock that I let out such a strong
moaning sound, broken up by my quivering breath and
mouthful of dick, that the sound was like a completely
different person. I turned my head to suck the other
flapping cock, which went right in as we both strained
to make it happen.
My hips were rolling almost violently and my sucking and
thrusting were almost out of control. I wanted and
needed these cocks to keep pushing and slamming and
poking and thrusting as I furiously shook and sucked at
the same time. My grunts were like an animal, and the
pace was like a bucking bronco.
Suddenly I lost focus on sucking as my eyes rolled back
up into my head and my hands ran up across the back of
Miller's head, my fingers going up through his short,
course hair. My breath was all over the place as I shook
in full convulsions of a total explosion of pleasure,
pulling Miller's head down on my cock as I finally shot
off my first load into someone else's mouth besides my
own! I bucked and twitched and shot and clenched his
head and gasped and grunted and moaned, feet digging in
and hips slamming on the bed, shoulders and head raising
up and whamming back onto the pillows.
As I came back to some sort of consciousness from the
mountain top plateau of ecstasy where I'd rocketed to at
full throttle, I saw the furiously pumping cock of Cale
still bumping against my lips as he shot a second load
at my face, some missing and splashing my lips and chin
as he tried to get the head into my mouth again. I tried
to open up wide to get it all, but it happened so fast,
most of it after the first splashes making it into my
mouth.
Cale stretched a big dollop and smeared it across my
lower lip. I half swallowed, still shaking, still
clutching Miller's head and convulsing in post come
waves, and turned without even thinking about it as Ed
got the end of his long cock into my mouth. I stretched
my neck to reach it. I wasn't done yet and I wanted as
much as Ed was going to give, right now. His hand was
pumping furiously and he shot off again almost
instantly, me reaching and stretching to get more than
half of his beautiful dick into my mouth. His come flew
across my tongue and into my mouth as I held on with my
lips and swirled the come around inside my mouth before
swallowing.
I was gasping, my whole body still lurching in a big
rolling rhythm, never for a second anything less than
crazy enthusiastic for that dick. For all of them. All
of them together. The pushing and slamming and sucking
and slurping. The come. My come. Their come. The tastes.
The sweat. I was drenched in sweat.
Miller moved up the bed, tilted my head back in a
strong, manly way. Not rough, not frightening. Just
strongly and manly, and he licked Cale's jizz off my
sweating neck as my chest still heaved from the workout.
I was like a rag doll in his beefy arms, and it was all
just right. Then he swung his bulk around until his
giant cock has hanging over my face, kicking the pillows
away as he arranged himself.
Still shaking, still panting, still convulsing, I opened
my mouth and the end of his big flesh tube just fell
into my mouth. I could hear Ed and Cale saying something
quiet yet excited about what was happening, but I
couldn't really hear what they were saying as I groaned
and slurped, my neck moving my head further up as Mr.
Miller's organ filled my mouth, then my head relaxing
against the bed as he just let more of it lower into my
mouth. Only part of it would fit in, but I sucked like
crazy, his ball sack tickling my nose.
Then I felt Miller's lips close on my dick again. If it
was possible, it felt even better than before, the angle
being perfect for my cock to his mouth. I hadn't
realized until his lips closed around it that my cock
was still hard, even though I'd just come like a wild
beast.
It was clear I was starting to choke on his sausage, so
he flipped us over with me on top, as easy as if I was a
toy. I was in awe of his amazing strength. He buried my
dick to its hilt in his mouth and grabbed my ass cheeks
in his strong hands. I was surprised, but it felt great
as my cheeks parted in the hot room. I slurped his dick
now in a way that I instantly knew was better than
before, as I had better control and could really see and
feel and taste and smell as I pleased, pausing to look,
then shutting my eyes and plunging down again.
I felt Miller's big fingers on my ass cheeks, kneading
them and stretching them apart, his big muscled stubby
fingers deep in the spread crack, touching my asshole
and the area all around it, tough, strong motions, yet
gentle, yet very firm and strong. I moved my hips
towards his probing fingers without even realizing what
I was doing, and his middle finger pushed around right
at the entrance to my ass. I moved my asshole against
his big finger as he continued to roughly knead my
cheeks, pulling them apart, stretching them, not
uncomfortable at all, it just added to this whirlwind of
excitement as I sucked his big cock.
I knew Cale and Ed were watching, and I wanted this to
be a real show of how good I was at eating this big
baloney dick. My body was still shivering and shaking,
and I couldn't seem to stop it, but I didn't care.
Shaking or not, I was sucking this dick which had been
my first dick, which I loved as my first dick, sucking
in a way that was much better than the first time. Not
more exciting, though it was just as exciting as the
first time, but better that I could do it the way I
really wanted to. Better because I was part of a roughly
playing circle of real men, and I was just as good as
they were.
I was in control of the action in a much more complete
way. I had my left hand on the bed holding me up, and my
right hand holding his fleshy tube as my whole upper
body raised and lowered as I sucked. His whole
midsection was rhythmically rolling, slowly, and I could
feel he was close to coming as suddenly I felt his now
grease covered finger enter my ass, not just straight in
and out but pulling from the sides as it went in and
out, stretching my asshole. I wasn't expecting that but
it felt so good while I was both getting my knob
polished and had the cock of my dreams in my mouth that
I started to come, my cock as far into Mr. Miller's
mouth as it could go.
As his fingers moved and my hips and asshole moved to
meet them, and my cock shot a stream into the back of
his throat, his hips started to buck and my mouth on his
dick was out of control. All the ecstasy I felt in my
cock and balls and ass moved to my mouth as I bucked
uncontrollably and met his hip movement with my head and
mouth and lips. He went rigid as a stone, but a stone
that was in a violent earthquake as his come blasted
into my mouth.
Like before, it was one full blast that I swallowed
quickly, a second big shot rushing in even as I
swallowed the first. His one hand left my cheeks and
grabbed the back of my head, not pushing me further
down, just sort of holding me in place as he bucked.
There were sounds coming out of both of us. Sweat was
rolling off of me and rolling off of him in the hot room
as I slid over his bulky, muscle bound body, drenched,
my leg still entwined with his solid arm, my hand still
on his oozing cock.
After what only seemed like a minute or two, Miller
announced quietly that there is one more thing to try. A
real man's workout. I sat up, leaning on one arm,
smiling, bright as a light bulb, and looked at the three
of them. Let's do it, I said, not knowing in the least
what it would be, but sure it was something else to do
with their dicks and this new man play I was now a part
of...
Get on your hands and knees here, Mr. Miller and the
boys got me situated right in the center of the bed,
then Cale got on his knees in front of me, his half hard
cock pointed at my face. Should I suck Cale again I
asked, and all three laughed a good natured yes. Miller
moved up into a relaxed position next to Cale to watch
and I could see that Ed was on his knees behind me, and
sure enough, I felt his hands settle onto my hips. Cale
slid down on the bed, and I lowered my upper body, my
open mouth zeroing right in on his cock.
Ed's hands held my hips up in back, then he lowered his
upper body and I got another total surprise. He pulled
my ass cheeks apart and stuck his face in my crack, then
his tongue right up my ass. I wasn't expecting it, and
more than that, I wouldn't have dreamed it would feel as
good as it did. It did. I let out another sort of high
pitched Oh sound and after a minute, without thinking,
pressed my ass back to meet his tongue. My ass was up
and my face was down with Cale's cock deep in my mouth,
all the way in, and could feel it getting harder as my
mouth held it tightly.
Take a hold of Cale's cock, Miller said softly,
practically in my ear. I pulled my mouth off and grabbed
it with one hand. Take a look at it, and I did as I
stroked it towards me. Suck it some more, and I did, Now
look at it again, and I leaned off of it and looked as I
stroked.
Miller was grinning and stroking his cock, and Cale's
tongue working my ass was making me feel a little crazy.
Do you like Cale's dick? Yes, I do. Do you like the feel
of it? Yes, I do. Do you like to suck on it? Yes, yes I
do, and I leaned forward and sucked it some more. If
Cale's cock was in your ass, it would feel so good you
can't even imagine. Do you want Cale's cock in your ass?
My ass was gyrating already with Ed's tongue in it while
I played and sucked Cale's now cast iron tool. I was
going crazy with cock lust and I knew it, and I liked
it. Yes, I said quietly. Yes what? Yes I want him to, I
said as Ed spread my cheeks and kneaded them and tongued
my ass furiously. Yes, you want him to what, Miller said
quietly, smiling and stroking his cock.
I looked right at him, a cock drunk smile on my face
mixed with obvious overwhelming passion for even more
dick, sweat beading all over my brow in the hot
apartment, my hand around Cale's dick, stroking it. I
stared at Miller's face, and then just stared at his
hand stroking that big dick, my breath starting to heave
as my ass gyrated and my mouth lay open on Cale's dick,
my wet forehead on his stomach muscles, head turned to
face Miller and his cock.
I lowered my face onto Cale's cock and said, breathily,
through a mouthful of young man dick, Yes, I want him to
put his cock in my ass. As I said it I almost collapsed
forward, sucking the dick I knew was about the plow my
ass, pushing my asshole further onto Ed's tongue. I'll
get you ready said Miller and he was around back of me
probing and stretching with thickly greased fingers.
My hips rolled with his touch and as his fingers, first
one and then two greased manly muscle fingers stretched
the edges of my hole and moved in and out, my asshole
totally relaxed. Ed was now next to me and Cale,
slathering some sort of ointment onto Cale's cock right
in front of my face. My whole body was moving as my
breath came in pants and spurts, Miller's fingers really
working my asshole and Cale's dick being jerked by Ed so
the tip was actually touching my lower lip. I was like a
sweating animal and said Put Cale's cock in. Put it in.
Right now. In. In my ass.
Cale jumped out of the way and went around behind me as
Ed pulled my arms forward. I collapsed with my face on
his belly as he leaned back. I could feel Mr. Miller's
fingers back out of my ass as they spread my cheeks,
then finally, I could feel the tip of Cale's cock at my
hole. He moved his greased cock around my greased hole,
sliding it up and down the crack, then back to the hole
where it probed.
I stumbled further forward onto Ed and spread my knees
wider on the bed, cheeks up and pointing at his meat.
In. Put it in. Cale slipped the head in and there was no
resistance, my hole had already been well prepared. He
pulled out a little and then slid in more, then out a
little and then in even more. My ass felt filled with
dick, a brand new feeling, and I was in love with it.
His hips moved in a swirl and then I could feel him
slide in, totally greased, to the hilt.
Pushing back with my hands on the bed, my ass was
totally full of cock for the first time, and I felt
pressure and a full feeling, but it didn't hurt at all,
just filled me up as I pressed back to get every bit of
it in as far as it would go. I exhaled a long sweaty
moan, and then he started to move in and out of me. Ed
moved back further so that my face was on his cock, but
I was too distracted to suck it.
Cale pulled out and pushed in and my hips moved back
hard to get him as far in as his cock would go on every
forward stroke. Again. Again deep. All the way in I gave
my ass a wiggle and a grind as I pushed back and Cale
and I both moaned. Ed was holding my shoulders and I
started to let my mouth open for his cock. Cale picked
up his pace and I matched him stroke for stroke.
I moved my knees together a little which raised my hips
even higher and the whole thing took on a feel like we
were playing bucking broncos or some other cowboy game.
I was grunting now, I could hear me, with each slam in
of his dick, grunting again and again at the end of each
stroke, as he buried deep and I met each one pushing up.
He was grinding and slamming now, and I was grinding
back.
His cock was in my ass, but he wasn't fucking me. WE
were fucking each other. Both of us were making guttural
man sounds, grunts, groans, and then he tensed up and
pushed in hard. I pushed back and clenched and held on
and swirled my ass as he drove deep and held it, then
seemed to lift himself up and forward, with me impaled
on his cock as we both slid forward and Ed scrambled to
get out of the way. He held that position for what
seemed like a minute, us almost frozen in a total fuck
tension, then he collapsed on top of me. As I turned my
head, my breath and Cale's breath met just inches away
from each other.
Is everybody done in, or do you want to try one more
thing? I heard Miller say quietly after a minute or two.
My eyes opened and I was looking right into his face. I
was smiling, and he was smiling. There was nothing,
nothing about me that was too tired to keep going. Would
you like to have Ed up your ass? Yes. I said while still
breathing hard. Yes, I would like Ed up my ass with his
dick. Mr. Miller smiled and said This time you'll lay on
your back. It will, I swear, feel even better. Even if
you can't imagine that it could or would feel better,
I'm letting you know it will.
I rolled over and three sets of hands positioned me on
the bed. Miller was on his knees below me and rolled my
legs up over my head, then wiped my backside with a
steaming hot towel that appeared from nowhere. Ed now
had his dick near my face and I opened my mouth to start
to suck it again. Then Miller started to tongue my hole
while my legs were up in the air, but it was like he was
eating it for dinner. Cale greased Ed's cock in front of
my face just as Ed had greased Cale's earlier.
Cale stretched the greased cock down towards my face and
my tongue pushed in and played with his piss slit. My
hips were moving with Mr. Miller' mouth, and it did feel
better than I would have ever imagined. Then Miller's
face rose up and he said Do you like Ed's long cock? I
said yes, and turned again and tongued Ed's slit. Where
do you want his cock? In my ass. Filling up my ass. OK
laughed Miller and everyone switched positions again.
My legs stayed up and Ed's greasy cock head was at my
hole in a second. He pushed in a little, then pulled
out, then pushed further. My hole was so greased by
Cale's come and all the cream or ointment, and
everything was so loose from Miller's tongue that it
just started to slide in deeper with each stroke. He
didn't have to push, just slide in, out a little, slide
in further, out a little, in way further.
It felt different than when Cale fucked me from the
back. It felt different in a way that went right to my
cock like electricity. Each stroke in made my dick jump
and tingle and pulse. Each time his dick slammed into my
asshole, a rush ran up my cock from the base of my cock
inside my ass to the tip, and I was crazy with
excitement from it. I moved my hips to maximize the
feeling and Cale started a steady movement, in and out.
I wrapped my legs around his slender frame and he
started to really thrust his long slender cock up my
ass, then threw my legs back up in the air and started
to screw my ass like crazy. Miller lay down next to me
at an angle that gave me a way to play with and lick his
beautiful meat while Cale fucked me like a greased
piston, and I did suck it and stroke it as part of my
total cock immersion, but it didn't get my full
concentration. I was enjoying this cock plowing my ass
too much and the movement was really shaking the whole
bed too much to be as good a cocksucker as I now knew I
was.
Ed changed his rhythm to a slow steady roll that I could
still feel all the way up my dick with every stroke, but
now it was like slow motion rolls of pure pleasure. It
felt like I was coming a little with every stroke, and I
took my face off of Mr. Miller's dick to look down at
the action. Cale's greased dick was flying in and out of
my ass as my feet were up over his shoulders, and I
could see it disappearing into me, over and over. My
cock was drooling a steady ooze of come, and the vision
of all that was almost too much for me.
I couldn't help myself, I just grabbed my cock and
started to slide both hands up and down it. He sped up
his grinding motion and I a yelled out an Oh noise and
started to shoot more jizz onto my stomach. As Ed saw
this he let my legs down to either side of him and
slammed up violently into my asshole a few more strokes
and tensed up. His strokes slowed but continued as he
went rigid and my hand pumped my come covered dick. Oh.
Oh. I was almost barking and my head flipped back and
forth from side to side. I had completely forgotten
about Mr. Miller's dick or anything else. I was all come
and all cock. I was a giant come, panting and breathing
in crazy staccato sounds.
I rolled over and crawled up a few feet and lay there
panting on my stomach. Muffled, breathy words were
coming out of my mouth. Mr. Miller's cock. I want
Miller's cock up my ass. No, it's too big, I heard
Miller say and then I heard Ed and Cale say the same
thing. Put it in me. In my ass, now. More grease on it,
then in my hole. My face was talking down into the bed,
and my ass was grinding up into the air.
I felt movement on the bed, and Miller was now in front
of me, with Ed and Cale greasing up his dick. Put it in
my ass I said, and I clutched the bedspread as I looked
at it. They were really greasing it up like crazy, to
the point it was making sloppy sliding noises in their
hands. I stared at it and said again Put it in. Put it
in my asshole right now.
My face turned back down onto the bed and I felt hands
on my ass cheeks. Cale's hands and Ed's, spreading my
cheeks. I felt Mr. Miller's greasy cock slide up and
down my crack, and my ass rose to meet it with each
stroke. Then I felt Miller's totally muscled body on top
of mine, crushing me but in a way that felt so good, and
I heard his voice in my ear saying Let your asshole
relax. I'll put in just the head and then we'll see. I
felt the tip at my asshole and I pushed back at him as
he pushed cautiously forward.
I grunted into the bedspread as the head cleared the
tight ring of my hole. It completely filled my ass, but
if it hurt, I couldn't tell. My hips moved towards him
to get more in, but he stayed still for a minute. I
calmed down, then I rolled my hips, and rolled them
again. I was making it slip in further. He was just
staying still. I rolled and pushed back, then pulled
away, and rolled and pushed back again. It was going in.
I was full, but not in any pain, just really, really
full of cock in my young man ass.
Finally, I felt him move forward just a little as I
rocked towards him and away. I rolled my hips in a
circle, feeling the giant meat filling my whole
backside, then I pushed back more and he moved in more.
Then I stopped and he stopped. I just wanted to feel it
all in that moment, and let everything stretch, then I
started to roll again and he started to slide in and
out. With every movement he made forward, it was like I
was impaled. He lifted most but not all of his weighty
body off of me and just concentrated on fucking me.
Gently. Steadily. Very greasy, and I was so thankful for
all the grease.
Now he was increasing the motion, and my whole body
moved forward a few inches and then back a few inches
with every stroke. I was groaning into the bed, face
down, but every groan was a pleasure groan. His pace
increased, not wild but like a muscle bound machine. My
ass met every stroke with a subtle but clearly delivered
push. I could hear his breath, mixed with very low,
almost inaudible grunting moans. My moans had grown
louder, and I kept my face down to keep quiet.
His cock was now impaling my whole backside with every
thrust and I slipped my one hand under my belly and let
it wrap around my cock. My moving body, my fucking body
with this giant meat up my ass, was moving in a way that
jerked my cock in my hand without me doing anything but
holding it.
Miller's sounds and breath were right in my ear as his
body lowered more onto mine. I couldn't really push back
as I was so pinned to the bed but I made sure my whole
body was still fighting back as I was getting plowed, so
it really was us both fucking instead of just me being
fucked. I was a sweat and come and grease covered
ancient Greek wrestler who was outmatched but too feisty
to give up. The exertion was exhilarating as WHOMP,
WHOMP, Miller's cock and muscled stomach and torso and
hips and thighs nailed my whole lower body again and
again.
I could hear his breath and feel his pace speed up as I
was now getting the full length strokes of his greasy
cock in my ass. In, then out three quarters then in all
the way. His left arm crossed under my arm and held my
right shoulder in a big strong bear hug as he ground my
ass suddenly in rounder strokes than before. I was on
another planet, beyond the moon somewhere in outer
space, wrestling with a monster that was injecting my
whole body with pleasure.
My voice took on a higher pitched, crushed moan, the
rhythm of the sounds tied in to the pounding my ass was
taking, and Mr. Miller arched his back and bucked and
really just impaled me on his cock, plowing us both
forward on the bed until my face was against the pillows
against the wall. His body shuddered and went still with
his hips frozen in a final forward thrust, my ass as
pressed up against him as tight as two humans could be.
I lay still, breathing hard, swooning, dizzy with
fucking and grease and juices and cocks, exhausted with
my own jizz and the smeared come of three real men on my
face, on my neck, on my hands, on my ass, on my legs. I
had never been so utterly spent and so completely
overwhelmed with such an amazing feeling in my life. I
was in a swoon, like a very, very drunk teenager, but
drunk on cock. After easily two minutes of just laying
there, I could feel Mr. Miller raise himself up a little
on his right arm, his left still embracing my whole
upper body in a strong, manly hold. As his body shifted,
his half hard cock, still filling me to the hilt, slid
out just a touch.
No, I heard my voice say in a strange breathy quiet way
that didn't sound like me or anyone I'd ever heard
before. My face was turned to the left, the top of my
head still crushing a pile of pillows to the wall.
Miller's face was leaning against the side of my face,
and his breath was cascading over me, gently. I pushed
my hips up and back slightly but decisively, then I
clenched my young asshole and ass cheeks for all they
were worth and clamped on his dick. I leaned my head
back a little and looked at him, and he ran his right
hand through my hair, holding the top of my head and
tilted my head back.
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I felt his face press against me and his mouth nibble at
my ear lobe as I repeated my clutching of his dick,
squeezing it, letting loose and pressing back, then
clutching and stretching it again. I was gently, very
gently rolling my hips as I used my hole to pull his
manly tube, over and over, back into my ass. I finally
felt his cock twitch back to life, responding to my
intuitive fuck method.
First, just the thickness of it increased and I could
feel the difference as it filled my ass more, then a few
more strokes and I could feel Mr. Miller's arm hold me
tighter, his chewing on my ear more masculine now mixed
with a growl that came from deep inside his chest, and
his hips pushed to meet me, just a little at first, then
more pronounced as I clenched again and rolled my hips.
I can't believe I'm getting hard again, he said as I
could feel him grow and grow. My hips rolled more, and I
alternately clenched and let go the pressure from my ass
on his man meat. This was me in control of that amazing
dick, and I was making it do what I wanted, and what I
wanted was to fuck again before we called it a night.
It was hard enough now for me to move away and towards
it, starting a slow stroke. I could feel it grow more,
and the feeling was driving me wild. Mr. Miller started
to pick up the pace and now it was sliding in and out in
short strokes, everything covered in grease and come.
Lots of come. I thought about the come and started to
buck backwards and his cock filled my ass. I pulled away
and pushed back, and when it was hard enough, I forced
my way up onto my knees.
Miller was still leaning over me, and we fucked like
that for what seemed like forever. I was in a dream
state, and moving in that dream. Cale and Ed sat back
against the pillows and stroked their cocks, both of
them staring at me as I lurched towards them again and
again while getting fucked the old fashioned way.
My cock and balls felt longer and looser than they'd
ever been before, and I could feel my whole package
swinging while getting slapped from Mr. Miller's balls
behind me. I was firmly planted on my hands and knees,
smashing my ass backwards in a steady pound, and though
Miller was fucking me, it was really me who was fucking
him, and that was clear to all of us.
I looked again at Ed and Cale in the swirling fire light
and candle light, covered in sweat and grease and come,
legs spread and cocks stretched and stroking, and felt
the heat of the room and of all four of us as I was
getting slammed, and loved the man feeling I now totally
felt, from head to toe, from cock to balls, from mouth
and throat to ass cheeks and ass hole. I was every bit
as much a man as they were. Not only had I passed their
test, I'd won the whole contest. I was fully an equal in
their world. I was a man.
INTERMISSION
Chapter 3
After my full initiation into the man fraternity of cock
on Friday night, Ed had given me a couple of aspirins
and asked if I had more at home. Sure, I told him, a
little curious, and he said to take two more before I
came in to work in the morning. You've worked muscles
that haven't been used before, he said through a smile.
I smiled back as I took them, and the thought of the new
workout I'd just experienced caused my dick to puff up,
getting ready for more. Enough was enough though for
those guys, and even though I knew I could do it all
over again right then, I had to get home.
Everybody had a fast, hot shower, and as I half stumbled
to the bathroom to wait for Cale to finish I ran my
hands over my body before I stepped into the shower
stall. I just wanted to feel all the grease and sweat
and all the come that had escaped being swallowed or was
dribbling out of my ass. I worked two fingers in and
around my asshole and swirled everything around with my
right hand, smearing it all over my cheeks, while my
eyes closed dreamily and my left hand swam across the
slippery, gooey mess around my cock and balls. My left
hand ran up my tummy and my chest, smearing more
drippings along my neck, my chin, my lips.
I closed my eyes and tasted the tastes and smelled the
smells of all that fuck and suck mix, then opened them
to realize Ed was staring at me on the way into the
shower, and Cale was staring at me having just stepped
out. They had wide eyed and open mouthed expressions,
and I smiled a very happy, very satisfied smile and
stepped into the stall with Ed. So you liked the card
game? Ed asked, and we both laughed deep, manly laughs
which echoed and boomed in the bathroom.
I lay in bed that night with both hands stroking my dick
and stretching my balls. They seemed bigger, fuller
somehow. I didn't jerk off, just squeezed and stretched
and stroked and mashed, then passed out smiling. It had
been a long day.
In the morning I was sore, but it was a very interesting
sore. My asshole wasn't sore, though taking my morning
poop felt different in what I knew was a temporary
slippery aftermath to all that action, which I found
really funny as I remembered again what had all gone in
there, but there was a deep muscular soreness all around
my ass, between my cheeks, at the tops of my thighs,
outside and around my whole backside. Ed was right, I'd
worked muscles that hadn't been worked before, and as I
clenched my ass muscles together, the sore feeling mixed
with the fresh memory made my cock leap to attention
again.
I got some lotion from the bathroom, shut my door, laid
a towel across the top of my low dresser, then watched
myself jerk off in the big mirror that ran across the
back of the dresser. My dick wasn't really bigger, was
it? My balls weren't hanging a little looser, were they?
I squeezed and stretched my balls down hard with my left
hand held backwards, then stroked furiously with my
right while watching it all in the mirror.
I expected my jizz to shoot across the towel, as I'd
done lots of times before, but most of it shot all
across the mirror. That was as powerful a jizz as I had
ever shot, ever, and just might have been the most power
and most distance, ever, and I felt strong. Dick strong.
I squeezed the last of it up my lotion covered dick, the
head looking maroon and hard as I squeezed. I liked how
it looked as I looked down at it, and again as I looked
at it in the mirror, like it was someone else's. I wiped
the come and lotion off with the towel, then leaned way
over and licked the dripping lines of jism off the
mirror. I had never done that before, and smiled at the
funny wicked feeling I had while doing it.
I had now tasted, drunk, slurped and swallowed Ed's
come, Cale's jizz and Mr. Miller's cock cream. It had
all happened very fast, and I was still a little come
drunk. My own spurts would do for now, I thought, as my
tongue followed the line of translucent white up and
across where it had landed. I opened my eyes and watched
myself, and let the goo linger as I watched my young man
face lick come off my young man lips...
This was all still so new, and I was so excited by every
bit of it. The steaming physicality. The almost comical
wickedness that still seemed natural and wholesome,
just... wicked. The camaraderie. The sense of being in
the club, in the know.
Saturday was a busy work day at the hardware store.
There were knowing grins from the guys, and a rough yet
friendly bark from Miller that last night was all fun
and games but today was work. Work! And that was it.
There was no heading to the bathroom except to piss, no
sneaking around the back to peep at anyone. It really
was business and the work of the hardware store, hub of
the town.
The difference was that we were all now part of a secret
society in the best tradition of secret societies, and I
had not only been initiated, I had triumphed and was
welcomed in as a full equal to all. Every time I
clenched my sore butt muscles over the weekend, the
energy shot right to my cock and balls, and I had a
smile that just wouldn't quit.
Wipe the grin off your face and stock those shelves
Miller barked at one point, but the smiles stayed on.
There was a moment on Saturday that threw me a little,
when Jerry and Jack Moulton, my neighbors whose parents
had suggested I apply at Miller's, stopped in to pick up
some miscellaneous materials for a back yard project.
Jerry went to my school and was two years older and two
grades ahead of me, and Jack was a senior at Cheshire
High, having switched over there because the sports
teams were better at Cheshire, and he was a natural
athlete.
How's it going? Jack asked through his regularly beaming
smile and I told them it was going very well, and
clearly meant it. Jerry piped in that he was going to be
a summer boy at Miller's as soon as school let out and
that we'd be working together. Jack said he'd been a
summer boy a few years earlier, and I told him how great
that was, and that it was like we were all in the
Miller's Club. Jerry and Jack were both good friends as
well as neighbors, and I was genuinely pleased that
Jerry would be working with me, as opposed to any number
of unknowns.
That night I lay in bed and thought about Jerry and
Jack, and all the other grown up former summer boys who
had been saying hello all week. Did any of them have the
same experiences as I'd already had as a summer boy? Did
most of them? Did ALL of them?
I jerked my dick in long steady strokes and then threw
my legs over my head to shoot down into my mouth. I
didn't strain to get my cock into my mouth, just pushed
far enough to be able to tongue the tip and cock slit. I
wondered if all my guy classmates jerked off. I was sure
that most and probably all of them did. They had to.
I wondered how many of them liked to shoot come in their
own mouths and push further to try and suck their own
dicks. I bet every single one of them had at least tried
it once, and I bet most of them did it regularly, like
me. I opened my mouth further and stuck my tongue out
low as a stream of hot jizz popped out of my dick head
and flew into my mouth, then uncurled slowly, licked the
shot that missed off my lips and chin, and fell fast
asleep.
Monday during gym class I decided I wasn't going to work
so hard to hide my nakedness while I changed into my gym
suit, while I entered and exited the showers, while I
washed the sweat from myself, and while I dried off. I
knew I wasn't going to make any sort of spectacle of
myself, but I wasn't a kid any more, and I wasn't
ashamed of my cock or my balls.
My sparse hair seemed a little fuller since before the
break. My cock and balls felt more manly, even if
everything was in reality almost exactly the same. I
knew it was different. I had become a man since the last
time I'd been in this locker room.
Sure enough I changed out of my clothes facing towards
the bolted down bench in the center of our row of
lockers, and pulled my jock and my shorts on without
turning away. I even reached into my jock after I pulled
it up and adjusted my dick. It wasn't a great slow
motion show. It was just natural and unafraid.
After class I undressed partly turned away, but held my
towel only half modestly in front of me while walking
confidently into the showers, instead of having it
tightly wrapped and rushing in and out. I let the water
run hot and ran my hands all over me to really get the
sweat off, and dared to rub soap around my cock and
balls while I stood with my head back to the shower,
letting the water run through my hair and letting anyone
who wanted get a quick eyeful.
Again, this wasn't a slow motion show, or lewd, just me
being a man. As I dried off in front of my locker, I
could see Theo Denton staring at my cock while I dried
my hair. I admit it was half hard now, but only he could
see that it was at all puffed up. We were at our regular
assigned lockers at the far end of the row, and I was
smiling as I got dressed. He was, too, and dressed
facing me. I dared to look right at it for a moment.
Either his dick was a little bigger than mine or he was
getting a little cock rush in there like I was.
At the end of school I walked to the library to get
started on a major project given to us that day, and
pulled a pile of books to begin my research. The library
was one of those places where I'd stolen glances at all
sorts of dicks over the years, straining my eyes
sideways, not daring to turn my head even a millimeter
while I pissed and they pissed, then hurrying out. Today
when I have to piss, I thought, I'll take my time. I'm a
man.
I was sorting through a mountain of information and
making notes in my notebook when I finally admitted I
had to pee, which I'd had to for awhile, and I headed to
the bathroom right after a well dressed gentleman with a
briefcase entered just ahead of me. Fellows that well
dressed were usually associated in some way with the
university, and his presence didn't seem unusual. He had
just set his case against the back wall and was starting
to face the urinals as I entered and almost sauntered up
to the next one.
My dick plopped right out and I stretched it once and
let a stream go. He unzipped his slacks and pulled out a
normal, handsome grown up cock, stretched it forward two
long pulls, and a stream shot out. We were both holding
our cocks in exactly the same way and both stretched
them again and shot out a last few squirts. I was
straining my eyes to really see it and turned my head a
little, finally, to look at it more clearly. That simple
act felt like a cock revolution.
I actually dared to turn my head, just a little, nothing
too obvious, and look at another dick without just
straining my eyes sideways. We both stretched again and
shook them a little, but neither of us put our cocks
away. My heart was pounding and I started to shake a
little like I had with Mr. Miller.
My cock instantly started to bulge, and the gentleman's
dick was growing as well as both of us started to stroke
and stretch them. I'd turned my head to look right at
his cock, which was growing and growing, and looked up
at his face. He was smiling, a handsome smile on a
handsome face. Friendly. Warm. I smiled back and I
watched his eyes go right back to my cock, now fully
hard and getting pumped between my finger and thumb.
He turned more towards me, put both hands on his hips
and leaned back a little which pushed his man cock out a
little more in my direction. My left hand just
instinctively reached out and gently grasped his meat,
holding it, cradling it, then squeezing it and pulling
it towards me in firm strokes. It was soft and plenty
hard, and very warm to the touch. My hand was holding it
underneath with my thumb hooked over the top and
stroking it towards me as he reached into his pants with
his left hand and pulled his balls out for me to play
with at the same time. His cock hairs were black and
gray and white, all mixed together.
I looked at him and went to bend down to get a closer
look, or maybe even lick the tip, and he said, quietly,
No, step in here. He walked calmly into the stall and
took his case with him. I followed and sat on the toilet
staring at his cock as it pointed at my face. I noticed
he placed his satchel so that no one coming in could see
his feet, which made me smile, and I took hold of his
man sized cock with my right hand again, fingers across
the top and thumb underneath, and started to slowly jerk
it off. My left hand cupped and played and oh so gently
stretched his balls and ballsack.
They were real hangers, and I was fascinated by them.
Just like my first cock, Mr. Miller, I rocked and
jerked, my mouth just naturally opening wide then wider
as I moved, my tongue leaning further and further out. I
looked up at this man with the pleasant demeanor and
beautiful dick and smiled, jerking his meat towards my
mouth as we looked into each other's eyes for a moment,
his smile as wide as mine.
Then I leaned forward a little and his hips rolled
forward at the same time, and his dick head made solid
contact with my lolling tongue and extended lips. I
broke eye contact and leaned back to look at his
handsome cock again while I continued to pull and jerk
it, then I just swept down on it, mouth wide and tongue
furiously busy.
This was brand new to me, even though I'd sucked off Mr.
Miller through the stall wall at work. This was much,
much freer... me, and another man, together with his
cock in my mouth, and me working on it like a hungry
animal. At first he just leaned back with hands on hips
and let his midsection roll with my motions.
Then I felt his right hand run through the hair above
and behind my right ear, gently pulling me as he pumped
a little. As he seemed to be speeding up, I pulled off
him a little and looked up again, my lips stuck way out
around his cock head while jerking his beautiful dick
off into and against my mouth. I wanted to feel the come
shoot right into my mouth the way I liked to drink my
own jizz at home. I wanted to feel the actual shot as he
came. He seemed to get it and went back to leaning back,
cock thrust forward, hands on hips.
I jerked furiously and felt him almost shudder from head
to toe as I was rewarded with a jet of come right to the
roof of my mouth and back of my tongue. I followed with
some furious long sucking strokes, and it felt like my
new friend was about to collapse as he grabbed my
shoulders for support.
His knees were jelly but I kept sucking, knowing how
great the moment feels right after you come, and wanting
to suck this meat tube dry of all the juices it had to
give.
I slowed down, but was still little reluctant to let it
fall out of my mouth. I could feel it shrink,
dramatically, and I stretched my head back while sucking
a super strong suck, then let it out with a pop. We
smiled at each other, huge toothy grins, and he
whispered Thank you as he zipped up and stepped out of
the stall and back into the library.
I stayed long enough to jerk myself off, another
powerful come, then checked in the mirror as I stepped
out to make sure there wasn't any jizz on my face. I had
a smile that was so wide I almost laughed out loud, and
suddenly had the wickedly funny thought that I could
probably do all that again a dozen times, right here,
right now.
Wednesday gym class was a new problem, one that I should
have seen coming. With the thought of all the guys
having had a discreet, quick look, and how at least one
friend had responded subtly in a similar way, I was half
hard going into the locker room and was afraid I would
show a full boner as I pulled off my pants and
underwear. I turned more towards the wall again as I
changed, and sure enough it was all I could do to get my
jock on before I was fully hard.
As my dick disappeared in the top of the jock, I glanced
quickly towards Theo. I wasn't that ready to put all my
cards on the table, and I didn't want to get teased as
'boner guy' or anything like that. Theo was standing in
a way that only I could see, and he was pulling his jock
up and over a fully hard dick! He wasn't too slow, and
he wasn't too fast about it.
I looked right at his cock filled jock, and he stuck his
hips forward to make it look bigger, then we both pulled
our shorts on. As I tied my sneakers I thought about how
it looked and decided it looked just about like mine.
Same length, same thickness, same good, well defined
head, same color pinky purple tan.
Afterwards, in the shower, I kept my towel around me and
set the water at barely warm under the further shower
head, knowing that cold water makes a hard cock shrink.
Theo took the shower head next to mine. We were both
facing away from the other kids, who were mostly running
in and out so fast and making so much noise that we
didn't raise an eyebrow. I looked at Theo's cock and it
was easily three quarters hard. He was looking at me and
smiling a goofy sort of boyish grin, and I looked at him
very alarmed and said, quietly but unmistakably, Make
the water colder. Now!
He did, and I stepped out to get dressed. We didn't say
a word, and this time I was looking right at his cock as
he dried and got dressed. He could see that I was
watching, and took just a second or two to work it with
his towel. I finished and smiled and hurried out. This
was dangerous play, and I wanted things to be more in
control from this point on.
I headed back to the library for the first time since
Monday, and was shaking a little with anticipation,
thinking I might see my gentleman friend. Maybe this
time he would suck me dry. I hoped so. When I finally
went to the bathroom, I was followed in by a teenager
about my age, certainly almost exactly my height and
build, except his hair was bright red. Like I had on
Monday, I pulled out and pissed at the same time he did,
and when we both hesitated about putting our cocks away
just for a moment, I dared to turn my head a little and
look. His forearms were covered in red freckles, and his
cock was much paler and whiter than mine, more of a
pinky red at the tip and definitely thicker.
We were both as still as statues, except I was shaking
again just a little. Statues or not, both our cocks were
growing in our hands. I dared to make the first move and
stretched and shook mine again, like I had just finished
peeing again, except this time I was clearly three
quarters hard. He did exactly the same thing, and in an
instant both of us were completely hard.
This time, after it was clear we were both basically
jerking off together slowly, I turned towards him and
put my hands on my hips. Sure enough, his smile got even
wider and he reached out and took my dick in his hand. I
wanted to feel his and I reached for it. He turned more
towards me to accommodate.
There we were, two regular guys, me 13 and him maybe 14.
pulling gently but firmly on each other's cocks and
grinning from ear to ear. I motioned towards the stall
and started to move in that direction and he said,
quietly, I have a better place. Follow me. His eyes were
alive with a sort of electrified glee, and I imagined I
probably looked just as excited. I followed him down the
hall to the big reference area, always much grayer and
quieter than the rest of the library.
The stairway in the corner led up to a big mezzanine
where no one ever went. Nobody on the first floor could
see anyone in the stairwell, I could tell that in an
instant, so we went to the top where we could see but
not be seen, and could hear if anyone approached well
before they got to us. I'm Robby he beamed through a
frothing sea of bright red freckles as we sat down on
the top step, his hand going right to my bone and
squeezing it through my pants.
I'm Barry I said, smiling and did the same with his. He
looked very familiar, but I wasn't sure where from. We
live in the same neighborhood, he said. I've seen you at
the ball park, and riding bikes. I live in Oak Hill, on
the uphill. I grinned and told him I lived in Oak Hill ,
too, on the downhill.
We got quiet, both of us mashing each other's dicks
through our pants, then Robby leaned closer to me and
asked in a quiet but excited whisper, Did anyone ever
suck your dick? I couldn't believe he would come right
out and ask that kind of question. Yeah, sure, I said
through my grin, Did anyone ever, y'know, suck you? I
was really working his cock through his pants, and both
of our eyes were as wide as saucers.
Sure, he said, then even quieter, he asked, Did you ever
suck anybody's dick? and I hesitated for a second. I was
so excited and all this seemed so natural and so right,
and we were both leaning in so tightly to each other and
our voices were so quiet, and we were both squeezing
each other's dicks so intensely, yet I chickened out for
a moment and said, in an excited whisper, Have you? Yes,
he whispered as he squeezed me extra hard. Want me to
try it on you? Want me to give you a suck job?
A 'blow job' I whisper-laughed. It's called a 'blow job'
as I let go of his dick and leaned back on the top
stair. Robby unbuckled and unzipped my pants, and as I
wriggled just a little he got them down enough to pull
my glorious dick out, hard as it’s ever been. Are you
ready? he said as he got himself in position on his
knees a step below. I nodded and pushed my cock up just
an inch towards his face.
He wasted no time as his mouth opened and he practically
fell forward on it and just started to suck it, and he
was good at it. I was already so worked up and excited
that it was barely a minute and my breath started to
pant and quicken. My hips bucked just a little and I
shot a load into his pile driving mouth. He froze for a
second, and his thumbs dug into my thighs just a little
as a quick succession of spurts flew into his mouth,
then he resumed more slowly and I was in come heaven,
practically swooning with the physical ecstasy of it.
The whole scenario was a thrill in its crazy, funny sex
wickedness, and was also just the most amazing game we
were suddenly playing. A new game, a new sport, and I
was good at it! As Robby lifted his head and looked up
at me, even redder than he was before. I smiled and he
smiled back, both of us very happy, and a little giddy
with the moment. He sat up next to me again on the top
stair and I reached over and squeezed his dick again. He
leaned back on his elbows and I whispered, quiet as
could be through my smile while I looked in his eyes and
kneaded his cock.
Would you... ah, ummmm... could I... uh... would you
like me to... ahhhhh, you know... suck yours?
The last words came out so quietly, little more than
breath, that you'd think I'd never done any of this
before. Still, it all felt brand new and was as exciting
as if it was my first time. Did you ever suck a dick
before? he whispered, eyes still bulging with
excitement. Yes, I whispered, just last week was the
first time, but lots of times since then! He undid his
pants and slid them down enough for me to get to work.
I looked at his cock and it was definitely fatter than
mine, the pinkish red head was a little bigger and had
more of a ski jump slope to it. There was come dampness
at the slit, and I pushed my thumb hard up the whole
length of it, then leaned in to lick the ball of precome
that formed. What should I do when it's time to come? he
asked. I looked at him not understanding the question
and said, Just come, I guess!
I was smiling as I lowered my face down onto his cock,
on my hands and knees on the first step below the top as
he sat, leaning back flat on the landing. It was just
pressing against the front of my face, then I rose up,
opened my mouth and leaned way over so the head would
slip right into my waiting lips and across my extended
tongue, and then just went to town. His breathing was
already harsh as I went up and down. I loved gauging the
width and the length and the mass of it in my mouth. I
loved pausing and swirling my tongue and lips around the
head to really get a feel for the shape and density of
it. It was a great dick and this was a wickedly cool
place to suck it.
His hands were suddenly on the top of my head, then more
on the back of my head as I kept the pace and even sped
it up. His dick, especially the head, swelled up, and he
went stiff laying there on the marble landing,
convulsing slightly, as a stream of come shot in with a
surprisingly powerful pop. I pushed my face down further
and the second shot was in the back of my throat even as
I was swallowing the first. Immediately I started going
up and down again, and he made it clear that he was
feeling every bit of it as his hands tightened on my
scalp, his body rigid.
As he relaxed a little I pulled the last of the jizz up
his shrinking dick and licked it off the tip of his
cock, and looked at his face while I did it. He was
smiling through a swoon, his chest heaving. That was the
best blow job I've ever had, he said, beaming. When can
we do it again?
INTERMISSION
Chapter 4
Thursday Jerry ran into me in the hallway at school and
asked if I wanted to come over and hang out on Friday
night. His folks were going out and there was a great
movie on TV at 8, and I told him that sounded great.
He said we should meet at the end of school and walk
over to Cheshire High. Jack had a crazy workout routine
and he would drive us home from there. Sounds cool I
said and continued on with my day. I thought again about
the idea that maybe some of the summer boys of the past
were members of the same club I was now a full member
of.
I wondered about Jack, and drifted into a daydream about
Jack cramming Mr. Miller's big baloney cock into his
mouth while I watched and jerked my dick on the bed next
to them. I found myself smiling again, and saw in my
mind Jack point it towards my mouth, and in an instant I
had it in, slurping and moving my head up and down. I
squeezed my hard on through my pants, then snapped back
to attention before anyone in class caught on.
Friday gym class was moved to last class because of an
assembly, and I was now a little more used to getting
undressed with my new cock awareness pulsing like a
thing alive. Sure, I was half hard getting into my jock,
and so was Theo, and neither of us were shy about
staring at each other's swinging rods, but we moved
quickly, and neither of us had the trouble of going full
hard that we'd had before.
As we came back in, all sweat and laughs, I said,
quietly but crisply through my teeth, Don't get a bone
in the shower, and Theo smiled and nodded. I made a
'slow down' motion with my hands, and we entered the
showers just as the other kids were running back out,
none of them having had a real thorough rinse, as usual.
We faced away from the yelling, hurrying kids in the
lockers behind us, and I said Keep the water at least
cool, but both of us were three quarters hard. I soaped
my dick and balls and watched Theo watching me. He did
the same, and I was hard as a rock, no matter what the
temperature of the water was. Here was a friend I'd
known nearly my whole life, and suddenly we were showing
off our dicks in a way that I knew was going to lead
right to another suck fest. I'm sure he knew it too.
You could hear the doors slamming and the sounds dying
down as the kids ran out to catch buses or walk home,
and Theo and I faced each other more blatantly as we
rinsed off. His eyes and his grin were alive, as I'm
sure mine were. We both grabbed our towels and held them
in front of ourselves, this time to hide boners as we
crossed from the showers to the lockers, in case anyone
was still there.
Back at our end of the row, we stood facing each other
with hard dicks pointing up and at each other. I grabbed
mine and squeezed it, and started to stroke it. Theo
grabbed his the same way, then stepped towards me,
pushed his pelvis forward and sort of slowly slapped his
dick across mine. Next thing you know it was like we
were sword fighting with our dicks, while jerking them
at the same time. I loved the feeling of his cock's skin
and the head as it dragged along mine, and then did the
same on the other side.
Do you jerk off, I asked, and he said Damn right I do!
and we both laughed quietly and pumped furiously. Let me
see it closer while you jerk it, I said and sat down on
the bench. He was jerking it more slowly now, very close
to my face, and I was shaking a little again with
anticipation, and breathing hard.
I reached up and slipped my hand around it and he
immediately let go so I had more room to work it. I was
sliding my hand up and down its length, then squeezing
and pumping it close and closer to my mouth, rocking as
I always seemed to do when I found myself in this
position and this nervous. I'm sure he could feel my
breath rolling over it. His hips were pushing forward,
and he was probably pretty sure I was going to wrap my
lips around it.
It was moving into and out of the entrance of my mouth,
but my lips were open so wide it hadn't touched anything
yet when I suddenly said, Do you want to see mine up
close? Sure, he said through almost a gulp of air, and
he sat down as I stood up. He leaned in close and jerked
my meat in a steady, pulling rhythm.
I could see mostly the top of his head, but he kept
getting closer in tiny increments, and I could feel his
breath on my cock, hotter and more intense as he got it
practically in his mouth. I rolled my hips forward and
the tip of my dick immediately landed right on his
tongue and lips. I couldn't see it, but I sure could
feel it!
He froze, completely, stock still as a rock, but he
didn't pull his face or lips or tongue away. My cock lay
on his tongue, his lips encircling the front half of the
head, but we both stood still as statues. I thought to
reassure him by offering to suck him, right then and
there, and said quietly, Should we switch again for
awhile? At that he let his lips open more and moved his
face forward, my cock slipping in, in a beautiful moment
of pure cocksucker bliss.
After a few long, swirly sucking strokes where his hand
and mouth were working in amazing harmony, he let it
slide all the way back out and said OK, let's switch. He
stood up and I sat down in a flash, his dick back in
front of my mouth. Without a moment's hesitation I stuck
my tongue out and started a slow licking under the head
and all around the tip. As I slowly tongued the slit, I
looked up and there was an old friend beaming. I liked
all this cocksucking. I really, really liked it!
BARRY! someone yelled from the outside door at the end
of the locker room, Are you god damned in there? It was
Jerry, and I'd forgotten about walking with him to
Cheshire High. I'll be right out, I yelled while Theo
and I were already scrambling to get into our clothes,
half crazy with the fear of being caught and the
laughter that it was someone I knew, and everything was
alright.
Neither Theo or I had to say a thing to each other as we
bolted through the door, sloppily dressed but dressed
enough. We headed in different directions, me with
Jerry, him towards home, running. We knew that we could
pick this up again at any time, and I thought to myself
that that moment would definitely be soon. Real soon.
At Cheshire High, Jack was just coming off the field
with his overstuffed backpack. He'd been told that he
should work to improve his stamina, so he'd come up with
a rigorous routine of running laps with a heavy pack.
I'd never been in the C.H.S. locker room, and it smelled
more like a locker room than ours.
Jerry and I sat on the long bench between two rows of
lockers, and I laughed to myself how similar all this
seemed to where I'd been just 40 minutes before. We
talked and laughed while I pretended to not watch Jack
in the shower, but if my little show at school had been
modest, Jack's was blatantly obvious, soaping and
rubbing his cock and balls not 15 feet from us.
I looked at Jerry, we were still talking, while looking
at Jack, and wondered that Jerry didn't seem to notice
the show. Jack bounded out of the shower and dried off
in front of us, his half hard on become three quarters
hard as he toweled his hair. He was standing not two
feet from us, then nonchalantly moved closer so that his
now hard cock was swinging back and forth between me and
Jerry, not a foot from us.
I was smiling and my eyebrows were way up on my
forehead, not really sure what to make of this display,
and not sure what I was expected to do. Had Ed or Cale
told Jack I was now a cocksucker? Had he told Jerry? Did
they think I would suck their cocks just because they
waved them in front of me? Well, I would, but that all
seemed a little presumptuous.
Jack now just had his wet towel on top of his head, with
both his hands on top of that, his hard dick and pelvis
pointing forward. He looked at Jerry, and Jerry looked
up at him, and both seemed a little confused, but
neither of them seemed like they had any sort of bad
intent. I just didn't know how this game worked.
Show him then, Jack said and Jerry reached up and
started to stroke Jack's surprisingly manly cock. Jerry
then pointed it towards me, but I was frozen. Smiling,
almost laughing, but frozen. Show him the rest, Jack
said and Jerry got right on his knees and slurped Jack's
cock into his mouth, right in front of my face. I'd
known these guys for years, ridden bikes with them, gone
to the movies, had them over for family barbeque, and
here they were sucking dick in front of me as if that
was the most regular thing ever.
I burst out laughing, and said Jeesus, couldn't we just
do all this in your rec room? Both of them laughed and I
stood up, walked the one half step over to Jack, bent
over, and sucked his bone into my mouth. Sure, said
Jack, still with a laugh in his voice, we could do that.
INTERMISSION
Chapter 5
I only sucked Jack's cock for a minute, as much as
anything to make it clear we were all in the same club
and put them at ease after I failed to follow their
strange, but funny, locker room set up. Then I sat back
down next to Jerry and we went back to being neighbors
and old friends while Jack got dressed.
On the drive back over to our street there was no talk
about anything to do with any kind of sex, just sports
and TV and music and everything else teens talk about.
When we got there Jerry got sodas and we all headed
upstairs to Jack's 'den'. Jack had a bedroom that had
once been the library of the house, a handsome room with
lots of windows and old style wood paneling above the
garage, but entered into from the second floor hallway.
He suggested cards and I somehow wasn't the least
surprised. Jerry just grinned.
There were two armchairs and two big flat hassocks
surrounding a low square table. Jerry and I took the
hassocks, and Jack looked regal in his armchair. We went
through the ritual of strip poker, which was funny
because we just said 'poker' but all of us automatically
started taking off our clothes as we lost, because we
all knew that was what we were going to do and saying
the word 'strip' just wasn't necessary. When Jerry ended
up naked first and lost another hand, he blurted out
that he wanted to see my dick, and he wanted to see it
hard.
I laughed and said he didn't get to choose what happened
next, and that we got to tell him what to do. He was the
one with no clothes left to take off, and he was the one
who lost another round. They both cracked up and agreed,
then looked at me expectantly. I took that as my cue and
said, quietly but firmly, through a smile, Pull my dick
out and jerk it, slow. That was the end of the cards.
I leaned back and lifted my butt a little as Jerry
pulled my underwear down and off, my cock hard and
snapping out as the band pulled past the head. Jerry
looked at me with a funny, slightly wild expression,
then took a hold and stretched my cock a few times while
Jack got in real close to watch.
Suck on it, Jack said and sure enough, Jerry was
instantly sucking my cock in a really slow and very wet
style. I watched Jack watching Jerry suck my cock, a
wild look in his eyes and a wild half smile on his face,
lips parted, then I saw his tongue dart across his lips.
My dick pulsed in Jerry's mouth just from seeing the
excitement in his brother's eyes as he watched, and my
hips started to roll a little to meet Jerry's mouth
rhythm.
I leaned over to Jack and whispered, Let me see your
dick again. In an instant Jack's t shirt and underwear
were off and he was standing next to me, and I was
gently running my fingers up and down his shaft and
feeling his bush of hair. It was good looking cock,
manly and full sized, even though I wasn't sure if Jack
had hit his eighteenth birthday.
Over to the bed! was the sudden suggestion from Jack and
Jerry pulled his lips off my cock and said Yeah! We lay
next to each other on top of the bedspread, with me in
the middle and all three of us watching each other jerk
off. I asked, with a little bit of nervous laugh in my
voice, about how it was they knew I would suck their
cocks in the locker room. Jack laughed and said that no
summer boy at Miller's ever went to the card game unless
they had already sucked SOMEBODY'S cock!
That was one of the most iron clad rules. Have you
sucked Mr. Miller's cock, I asked, and Jack laughed and
said it was the biggest and best dick he'd ever seen!
Sure, he'd sucked it, lots! That was a big part of being
a summer boy!
All three of us were shoulder to shoulder, laughing and
pulling and pumping vigorously on our cocks.
Conversation about cocksucking, even more than the
actual sucking, seemed to add to the danger, to the
feeling of being in an exclusive club. It just wasn't
done. People didn't talk about sucking dicks, yet here
we were, pulling our peckers and talking about how much
fun it was to now be a cocksucker!
Have you, I asked Jerry. No, he said, but I'm sure I
will this summer from all I've heard from Jack. All
three of us were stroking and stretching our cocks
faster and grinning, and I asked when they first sucked
each other. Just the thought of it was making me crazy,
ever since the locker room when it all suddenly became
so clear to me.
When I was in sixth grade, Jerry said, I would watch
Jack and Will Davis suck each other off all the time. I
thought I was being sneaky and they couldn't tell I was
there, but they knew. One day, at the pool club changing
rooms, after me and Jack and Will showered and all three
of us had hard-ons the whole time, I walked right up to
Jack, right in front of Will, and just got down on my
knees and started to suck his dick. It was so funny.
Jack was sure we would get caught so all three of us
came back here and all of us jerked and sucked like
crazy. We've been doing it all the time ever since!
Jack reached over and held my dick, and I wrapped my
left hand around his. I liked the weight of it in my
hand as I stroked it. Then he moved around and
repositioned himself up on his knees on the bed right
between and a little below me and Jerry. Nice dick, he
said through a smile and leaned down and slurped it into
his mouth. I reached over and stroked Jerry and smiled
at him while he smiled back. I couldn't believe there
was this much cocksucking going on around me, and I just
never imagined it. I had been tonguing my own cock and
drinking my own come for ages, all by myself, and here
just a few doors away were family friends who could have
been my suck buddies all along!
I shut my eyes for a minute while Jack blew me with real
skill, and imagined Will Davis sucking Jack, sucking
Jerry, sucking me, sucking Miller and the guys at the
hardware store. Both Jack and Will were big men on
campus at Cheshire, both had girlfriends and I'm sure
both had regular sex with their girls. Does that mean
I'll suck dicks and fuck girls, too? I hoped that was
what it meant. I liked to jack off to the tits and
pussies as well as the cocks and balls in my father's
stash of old European porn...
Jack suddenly rearranged me and Jerry so that we were
69ing, with me on top. He got behind me and started to
massage my ass cheeks, pulling them apart as he did,
then running his fingers and hands up and down the crack
of my ass, fingers pausing to press into and around my
asshole just a little with each stroke. That drove me
suddenly to suck Jerry with more vigor, more energy,
more power, while I rolled my hips back to meet Jack's
fingers and rolled them forward, pushing my dick further
and deeper into Jerry's mouth with each roll of my
pelvis.
I could feel Jerry's movements speed up to match my
rhythm, and as I pushed back with each swirl, Jack's
finger probed my ass further, wider, deeper. Suddenly
his fingers had lotion on them and first one then a
second finger were moving further into my ass. I started
to come, my hips bucking forward, choking Jerry just a
little and back to grind Jack's fingers further in.
Forward, come, backward, digging deep.
Jerry's hips had been pushing up and up into my mouth,
and I loved the feeling of the flesh and the head and
the motion, and as I came I could feel his cock pulse
and twitch. I was sucking my buddy's cock and now was
about to get his jizz load. It was amazing!!! I pushed
my face further down on Jerry's dick, half choking as
the tip hit the back of my throat but carried so much by
the moment that I didn't care. He shot all the way in,
at the back of my throat, deeper than I'd let anyone
before, but the 69 angle was perfect and the super
charged electric energy coming from my asshole drove me
on.
I locked my lips around the base, and then slid my tight
lips up the length of it and back down. I was moaning
deep pleasure sounds that were drowned by so much boy
man cock in my mouth, and I could hear Jerry's loud
Ooooomph Ooooomph noises as he swallowed and came at the
same time. I could feel Jack's face filling my whole ass
crack as he slurped and licked my balls from the back,
over and over, sloppy wet while I ground my ass
backwards to meet his tongue, ass way up in the air.
The fact that these were my friends and my neighbors,
that the surroundings were all so familiar and safe and
welcoming, and that what I was doing was just as good as
what they were doing rocketed my newfound cocksucker
passions to another fresh level of excitement, mixed
with an all over, satisfied happiness. I rolled off
Jerry and laid there, starry eyed and grinning, and Jack
pulled himself up alongside my with his rock hard cock
near my mouth. Both Jerry and Jack's dicks looked almost
identical, with Jack's just being bigger and having more
hair and lower hanging balls.
I licked the tip, then completely repositioned myself
for a 69 on my side. I wanted to suck him from this
angle for better control and lots better pleasure for
me. I looked down and could see him playing with my
cock, stretching it. He licked the last come off of the
tip that he'd just stroked up the length, and slipped my
half hard dick into his mouth. Nice dick, I heard him
say again as he gave it a hard squeeze, and I felt proud
of my mannish teen cock, happy that one of my peers
liked it enough to say so.
I ran my fingers through his pubes, and felt all around
his balls, moving them, pushing them, then took hold of
his hard cock again and started to suck and slurp. I
loved it. I loved the feel of it in my mouth, and the
way it felt as I moved up and down on it, helped a
little by his hip motions. Jerry was watching, slowly
stroking his cock and smiling.
Jack let out a loud but genuinely hot mouth filled moan
as I slid my head back and forth in a sort of sideways
twist, and I knew I was doing something right. He
started kneading my ass again with one hand, then
probing a little as he spread my cheek, all the while
sucking steadily. I had my one arm under him, so I could
actually grab both his ass cheeks while I sucked, and
realized this was something I hadn't done before.
I kneaded and stretched his cheeks like he and all the
guys at the hardware store had done to me, and let my
fingers start a rhythm of moving closer and pushing in
around the edges of his asshole. I let out an unexpected
moan as my fingers started to touch the actual puckered
flesh of his hole for the first time, the newness of it
mixed with a 'no turning back now' excitement, all the
while slurping his full size man stick. His moan was
almost at the same instant, and both of us were moving
our hips now, not just sucking each other, but really
feeding cock to each other while working our asses
towards each other's groping, probing hands.
I suddenly felt chilly goo on my hands and looked up to
see that Jerry had shot some lotion onto my fingers. I
was so worked up I don't think I smiled an
acknowledgment, with my heaving breath and half shut
eyes, but I slipped his brother's hard on right back
into my mouth and immediately started to slide
fingertips from both hands into Jack's gyrating hole. He
increased his motions and I felt the lotion hit my ass
finally, followed by his fingers really moving in and
stretching my hole wider as I pushed back to meet his
probing fingers.
He shot his wad into my mouth with no warning but plenty
of power, followed by crazy shaking and bucking. His ass
clenched and my fingers popped out, but I held on to his
cheeks and moved my mouth up and down wildly. I
swallowed twice and didn't really spend any time moving
come around in my mouth this time, just swallowed and
kept sucking. Jack was a real athlete, and I felt like I
had a tiger by the tail as he bucked, real man moves,
really strong.
I wasn't near coming yet, just holding steady at a
dizzying height of cock pleasure, and Jack swung around
and lay on his back, threw his legs over his head and
said Fuck my ass. Do it. Stick you cock up my ass. This
was a command, almost hissed between rough breaths from
coming, and I got on my knees in an instant on the bed
and put the head of my cock at his lotion covered
asshole. Jerry appeared out of nowhere with the lotion
and squeezed more all along my dick, and more on his
brother's asshole as Jack held his legs all the way back
over his head.
I've never fucked anybody before, I said as the head of
my dick swam around his hole, pushing through the
lotion, probing the hole, pushing in just a little. Just
do it, you'll be fine, he said and I felt his hips push
just a tiny bit against my probing cock. I grabbed
around the base of my dick and held tightly, which
swelled and engorged the shaft and the head, and holding
it, aiming it, I pushed the lotion covered head into his
ass, while staring down at my almost angry looking
purple cock, amazed at all of this remarkable fuck
moment.
Jerry was behind me now pushing my hips with his hands
on my waist, and the head of my dick went further in,
came back out all the way with a wet sound, then pushed
in and stayed in. I scootched forward a little and
pushed more, then slid back some, then pushed again. It
was sliding in as I leaned forward and put my hands on
the underside of his thighs and really started to plow
his ass. I remembered Cale fucking me from this angle
and I remembered how amazing it felt hitting my cock
from inside on each stroke. My cock seemed to stay big
from the excitement of watching it disappear over and
over as I slammed up into his ass.
Me, I was the fucker, fucking a guy lots stronger than
me, really smashing up and into that hole with every
stroke, trying to make it as physically strong and rough
as I could. I was younger and smaller than Jack. He'd
always been bigger and more grown up than me, and here I
was his sweaty equal, slamming his ass. My cock felt
great, the slippery tightness enveloping and squeezing
and stroking the length of my rod and cockhead, the
rough physicality mixed with the sensations along my
cock driving me wild as I thrust my hips up and back.
Jack's eyes closed and he was sweating and grunting
little quiet grunts each time I went in to the hilt.
I looked at his cock as I buried my dick up into his
hole and it pulsed and jumped each time I hit bottom,
each time at the very deepest I tried to grind in just a
little extra. I could see a little trail of jizz oozing
out as I fucked him for all I was worth, doing my best
to show him I could be as tough and as hard and as
physical as anybody, though my crazed, sweating, wild
eyed smile showed I was having the time of my life.
Now I could feel my second come coming on like a freight
train as I fucked and fucked and fucked his ass. I
slammed my bone home for all I was worth and sent a load
of jizm as far into his hole as I could shoot, and saw a
puddle of come oozing uncontrollably out of his cock as
I held my cock all the way in and unloaded, welded to
his ass like an iron statue.
I felt as powerful as a gorilla. I felt like roaring
like a lion. A week and a half ago I had been a kid, and
now I was like Attila the Hun of fuck and suck. Not
really, but at that very moment, with Jack's legs over
his head and my come covered cock planted firmly up his
ass, I felt like it!
I fell over to the side and lay next to Jack. Jerry
looked almost frightened. Jack had said to keep the
lotion close by, and said he might shove his dick up
your ass, Jerry said quietly but excitedly, almost
apologetically. He said you probably learned how to fuck
at the card game with the hardware store guys, and he
seemed really excited about it. I've never seen him fuck
a boy before, and I wasn't expecting to see him get
fucked by a boy, just seen him fuck Andrea a bunch of
times.
There was quiet for a minute, Jack and I still panting,
Jack's forearm laying across his forehead, a shit eating
grin on his face, jizm all over his stomach. I was
letting the words 'fucked by a boy' swim through my head
as I looked at a very satisfied Jack. Will I try that at
the card game, Jerry asked? Maybe, I said, and we smiled
at each other, more mellow smiles this time. You should
clean up that jizz off your brother, I said, and Jerry
pressed his lips down on the pool of come and slurped it
in, followed with a quick lick. All clean, he said, a
bigger smile back on his face.
I lay back and just enjoyed how I felt. My cock was
still almost completely hard, the occasional pulse
leaping through it and making it dance for a second. I
had used another set of muscles I didn't know I had, the
muscle group that only really gets a workout when
someone lays on their back with their legs over their
head and you fuck the daylights out of their puckered
asshole. I'd now had that workout for the first time,
and felt even more of a man than I'd felt before.
End of part 1...
AUTHOR'S NOTES:
Like all my stories, this one is a combination of real
experiences and situations and people from my life used
as the jumping off point for storytelling. I freely
change places and dates and sometimes combine several
people into one character to make for a better tale.
Though this one does not, I love stories that take place
in the tack room of the barn, whether straight, bi or
gay, because that was central to my sexual experiences
growing up.
Though this story takes place before I was 18, I do not
wish to relive my comically promiscuous youth. If you
are under 18, or like to pretend you are, go away. If
you are over 18 and think you'd like to talk about
something you've done or wish to do that is in any way
questionable, legally, go away. Period. I write my
stories for fun, because I enjoy the feeling I get from
writing them. My character is always freely making
choices, in control of his own destiny and passions, and
having fun. Man or woman, if you have a great sense of
humor, find my stories amusing, and have some sort of
comment, feel free to write.
backinthehayloftagain@yahoo.com
Otherwise, just enjoy!
Raj Pepper
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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