Boy Blow

Joe, Kevin, Andy, Alan, Bobby, Jeremy, Charlie, Phil, Richie, Gary
& Five Boys

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Joe

I did write three parts to this but cannot seem to find them anywhere, so this is all there is.

Adapted from true events.

1. A Night at the Movies

I was 13, but I'd known a few of them, the two older ones, for several years. Dave was in my class in school, and he was a bully; though not big and not especially aggressive, he liked to pick on me now and again.

Joe was a year younger, and I was fortunate that 7th and 8th graders didn't mix at all in my school, they had slightly different schedules and were never together. I say lucky because Joe was a much bigger boy and a much bigger bully than Dave and absolutely loved to target me. By bigger, I mean he had three or four inches [9-10 cm] and at least twenty pounds [10 kg] of muscle on me. He was only 12 but he was one of those boys who matures early. He was about 5-8 [1.73 m] and must have weighed 120 or 130 lbs [55-60 kg]. He had grey eyes with a little light blue in them and curly, light brown hair,

It wouldn't have been such a problem had I not lived so close – three blocks. And the only park, movie theater, and most of the stores I frequented were all within a block of their home.

After several incidents I learned never to go to the park. I was punched, spit on, my clothes torn. Joe had several boys, mostly younger who followed him around as toadies; he was much bigger than me and knew it wouldn't be a fair fight, so he made me fight the toadies. One at a time. After I won the first, which he didn't expect me to do, he said, "Now you fight me."

But that didn't matter, because if I did, and if by some miracle I held my own, he'd have the others attack me from behind. So I learned – avoid the park, avoid Joe.

Tom I'd never met, nor Mark. Danny was almost six years younger than I, and he taught me how to suck cock. That's really a story for another time, but I'll sum it up – I was 11 and met him one day at the park, not knowing his last name. We actually liked each other quite a bit though. He was about 6 then, and within a few hours we'd discovered a mutual interest and had our pants around our ankles in the bushes in a nearby alley. That's when he sucked me, telling me his brother had taught him to do it (I never found out which brother, and suspected it was more than one). Within another day I'd tried it myself, but also found out Danny's last name and added him to my trouble list, though he never really was a problem.

So that's how it was when I was 13. Oh, I was also a very horny youngster, about 100 lbs. [45 kg] or so and 5-4 [1.65 m]. And actually, looking at the photos, I was cute, too. I had lightly wavy brown hair, and nice dep and wide brown eyes, a real nice smile, though I didn't smile much when I was a child. But, and this is the point, small, kind of a loner, nerdy, and horny as hell.

One Friday evening I went to the movies. I usually went to the movies alone, and when I went with someone, it's was my practice to see if I could get a little sex into the event – I'd often persuade one or another of my friends to jack off with me in the theater. And if I could, I'd cop a feel and let them feel me, too. I wanted to do more, and had run into Danny here once and we sucked each other in the bathroom a little, in fact. But for the most part the theater was too risky for that, and I was at the age where I couldn't suggest sucking to most boys. But just barely realizing the danger of that, you know?

It's hard to explain how this happened, but it did. I was waiting in line to go in the theater, and there was Joe, with one toady. Instead of starting something – well there were adults all around – he actually was friendly and asked me if I wanted to sit with them for the movie. And I don't know why, maybe I was hoping it would change the relationship, but I agreed.

I don't think we realized how long the movie was, it was over three hours, and the toady left early because he was only 10 and would get in trouble for being out so late.

And Joe and I got to talking, and I don't know how it happened, but we agreed to show cocks. Now, I know that's my M.O., so it probably was me, but I'm really surprised I'd 'expose' myself in any way to Joe. Well, we did, and I reached for his but he wouldn't let me touch it, and didn't want to touch me. He was hairless, but puberty was in progress, by the way. But he did tell me to jack off. So while he watched in the dim theater, I did it, spraying a nice orgasm on my tummy and tucking the wet mess into my shorts.

Now at that age, as soon as I had an orgasm, I'd lose interest in sex.

That's to help explain to you why, as soon as I was done, I responded as I did.

Joe said, "How about a BJ?"

Now I assumed at this point that Joe was a 'player' to some degree, and I was a little shocked. I mean, I could understand he wanted to blow me, but I had just cum and it was all wet and sticky! And I hadn't a concept of someone WANTING to take cum in their mouth. (But, and this too is important, I started thinking about what that would be like.)

Well, Joe set me straight, of course. "No, I mean I thought YOU wanted to blow ME," he whispered.

I might have saved myself forever had I left it the way I did. I told you I lost interest in sex right after orgasm, so I said, "Oh, no, I don't want to." By that I meant, right now I don't want to. And maybe I was a little not wanting to let my guard down with Joe.

2. The Sleepover Weekend

Dumb me, I figured he really was trying to be a friend, but I didn't feel comfortable about a sleepover with Dave there, until he told me Dave was on a scouting event that weekend. And it was past bedtime for the others. So we went to his place, and their mom said it was OK, I called my mom – she knew Mrs. Caravallo from church, so she said it was OK too.

Boys that age either did or didn't wear pajamas, and since I didn't have any (and didn't wear them at home) I was apprehensive but it turns out the Caravallo boys slept in their underwear.

Well, we both slept on the floor and of course the playing came up again, and Joe wanted me to jack off again. I was doing it a little and I told him to join in, and he did a bit, and I asked him to let me touch him.

After a little prodding he said, OK, and I was fondling him and feeling pretty relaxed and safe, seeing he was not a threat to me. So I was off guard when he said, "C'mon, Phil, suck it a little."

"I dunno…"

"C'mon, do it, I won't tell."

Well, at that point I was hard and halfway there and as I said, always horny, so against my better judgment I licked him a little and put it in my mouth. He urged me to suck up and down, and I did. He dick was nice, a little thicker than I expected, about three and a half [9 cm] or so. Not yet a shooter dick, but as I said, puberty was on the way.

So, much quicker than I expected, he had an orgasm. I actually didn't know you could do that before you got old enough to shoot, my first had only been a year earlier.

So he wrapped himself in his blanket and said, "I'm goin' to sleep now." And I jacked off alone and a little worried, I didn't know just why.

In the predawn, he woke me up and flipped his covers down to show me he was nude, and asked me to blow him again. I was sleepy but declined, "Naw, I don't wanna." I think I was just not in the mood but also a little worried about how one-sided this relationship was.

"C'mon, if you do I'll jack you off."

Well, that was more like it, so there I was, down on his dick, and he really got into it, putting his hands behind his head and all. And when he was done, he did play with me, but he refused to complete the deed, just rubbing me a bit then saying, "That's enough, I wanna go back to sleep."

In the morning we had breakfast and then he wanted us to spend the day together, so we took our bikes and went riding. It was an OK day, but he was a jock type and I was never into that stuff, and he made fun of me and called me a wimp, but wasn't violent or anything.

Late that afternoon, I was getting ready to ride home and he told me that I should come over to his place after school on Monday. But I didn't want to – I thought David would be there and I didn't really think Joe was the guy to hang out with.

So I made some excuses, and finally he got mad at me. And he said, "You're gonna come over after school. If you don't, I'm gonna tell everybody all about how you blew me!"

I just froze with fear. I had not a doubt in my mind that he would do it, and that he'd be believed. And my life was already pretty precarious with my peers. It would be horrible if he did that.

"No, I don't want to come, and you wouldn't tell," I said lamely.

"Yes I will, so you better be there." And he rode off without a backward glance.

3. After School Games

7th graders got out 20 minutes before the 8th grade, so Joe was waiting in his front yard when I rode by, and I had no choice but to pull in and drop my bike by the side door. We went inside and I found to my relief that Dave was not there, nor was anyone but Mark who was only 7. Their parents both worked, and I hadn't known it but the other boys almost never were home after school; in fact, it was a long time before I ever ran into one of them. Mark was off in the room he shared with Danny. We went into Joe and Dave's room.

Joe was all smirking, "Told you you'd come." I didn't say anything. He tried a little friendly talk, and told me we'd play Monopoly, which I like and I was beating him, which got him mad. And besides, it wasn't what he wanted anyway.

So it shouldn't have been a surprise when he suddenly said, "Let's stop Monopoly." I was about to protest when he looked at me with the funniest look – now I recognize it as lust and power – and said, "Blow me again." It wasn't a full out demand, it was a questioning thing at the end. But when I tried to decline he got more forceful. "Come on, do it," and I knew what was coming then "or I'll tell."

Well, at that point it was not all that hard a choice. I didn't want to blow him, and I knew I was just getting in deeper, but on the other hand, a precedent had been set. I had with a sinking feeling in my stomach, and I hung my head.

"Oh, OK," I said softly, turning red, "I'll do it."

Actually, I was also afraid he'd just hit me if I refused.

Well, in a flash he had his jeans and jockeys around his ankles, his hard thing sticking up between his thighs, and he sat on the edge of the bed and spread his legs. So I had to kneel down and, feeling miserable, I stuck it in my mouth.

Joe really enjoyed this, he was in control and he knew it. So he had me suck a little then he demanded that I lick his nuts. I knew that if I did this I'd be really making myself into his suck slave. I protested, saying I'd suck but "I'm not gonna lick your balls!"

Joe knew his position better than that, and he just said, "I'm gonna tell everybody that you did anyway, and tell 'em all about jacking off in the theater and blowing me."

"Well, I'll tell them you jacked me off!" Which wasn't true, but who cares?

"Go ahead," he smirked, "I don't care, you sucked my dick twice and you're doing it again, and YOU'RE GONNA LICK MY BALLS, so do it, or I'll punch you out!" And he made a fist and shook it in my face, grinning as he did. I knew he'd do it. I lowered my head and began to lick his slick scrotum.

And after a bit he ordered me to suck him off and I spent the next couple minutes, well it was probably two minutes but it felt like a lot more, blowing him until he had his orgasm again and pushed me away.

"Can I go now?"

"Yeah, come back again tomorrow."

I didn't argue.

Oh, by the way, at my class reunion I spoke to a classmate who is in law enforcement, I asked him if any of our classmates ended up in Jail. I suggested Joe's older brother, and he said no one from our class, but Joe and one of his toadies did.

I also became friends with Joe's little brother when he was a teenager and we had some nice sex, then again years later I met him and he was married but a nice guy, the only one in that family.

Andy and Kevin were casual friends at Carson Junior High; they met early in September of their 8th grade year. They hit it off pretty well. Both were good-looking, Andy being a very light blonde, blue-eyed kid, about 5 feet [1.50 m] tall and weighing 90 pounds [40 kg]; his buddy was a little taller but the same weight, with dark brown hair and hazel eyes. Both boys were slim and active.

One day after school, Andy ran into Kevin outside the gym.

"Hey, what's the matter, dude?"

"Ah. I didn't make the basketball team, I got cut," replied Kevin, downcast.

"Gee, man, that's too bad. Let's walk it off, ok?"

"Sure."

The boys headed off campus and walked to the arcade, and played a game or two, but Kevin's heart just wasn't in it. Finally, Andy said, "Hey, you need to cheer up. What do you want to do?"

"I dunno. I just feel so disappointed."

"Well, we gotta get you happy again, let's look around the mall."

So the thirteen year olds walked around the mall, and a little bit later Andy said, "Hey, I know what will cheer you up!"

"What?"

"Well, ummm, I got this idea, and I think it will work, but –"

"But what?"

"But I gotta be sure you are cool about it first. I can't just pop it on you."

"What do you mean, what do I have to be cool about?"

"Well – hey, first you gotta promise me you won't tell anyone about it. I mean it, it's a for real promise, you gotta be tight about this, I could get in a lot of trouble for letting you in on it."

"Man, what is it? I won't tell nobody, but I mean, it's not like drugs or anything is it?"

"Nah, not drugs! Shit, promise me."

"Well, OK, I promise, no one hears about it, just between us."

"OK, man that's cool. Well, let's go outside, we gotta walk over there and I'll tell you on the way. See, a few months ago, I was here at the mall, and I met this dude…"

I had been home about ten minutes when the doorbell rang. I figured it was Andy, if he came over it was usually around this time – 4 pm. Not earlier because I wouldn't be there. Not much later or he'd have to leave too soon.

So I checked the peek hole and what did I see? Andy of course, he's a gorgeous little blonde. But next to him, a stunning little brunette, upturned nose, hazel eyes, long lashes, and a slim figure. Hmmm, I hoped Andy had been discreet, but I was feeling a little thrill as I opened the door. This was sort of a fantasy of mine.

"Hi, Andy, how you doing?"

"Hey, fine, Mark. This here is Kevin."

"Pleased to meet you, Kevin" I said, reaching out my hand. The boy tentatively took my hand and shook it. "Come on in, guys." I stood aside and let the boys go in, noting as I did that both had really cute little butts, well rounded, high and tight. Kevin's was pretty much of a 'bubble butt' in that it stuck out quite a bit more than Andy's.

I had the boys sit down and offered them cokes, which they accepted. Kevin seemed quite ill at ease, so as I was getting the cokes, I called Andy in to 'help' out.

"Hey, what's the story?" I asked him softly as he entered the kitchen.

"Nothing, man, it's cool."

"He knows the score?"

"Yeah, I told him on the way over. He isn't sure if he believes me or not, but he won't tell."

"Well, are you sure? It's our asses if he talks!"

"Ha, no I'm sure, Mark, he won't say anything, and it's you thinking about our asses!", he smirked!

"Little shit!" I laughed. "Let's take the cokes in the living room."

Kevin wasn't sure how this was going to work out. This dude Mark seemed OK, even if he was old. At least twenty, maybe thirty even. But this was definitely kinda weird. He didn't know if he believed Andy about what they were gonna do here. He sipped his coke nervously.

"Well, Kevin, Andy tells me you know about our little games here?"

"Uhh…"

"Oh, it's ok, no problem, don't feel awkward, I just want to make sure it's cool with you, I don't want you to feel uncomfortable about anything."

"Uhh…"

"Relax, ok?" Mark said, as he sat on the big couch right next to Kevin. "You don't need to do anything, just relax and I'll take care of everything."

"Uhh, yeah… OK…"

"Tell you what, you can watch Andy and me, and if it looks OK, we'll go ahead with you. I'm sure you'll enjoy it."

"Yeah, OK."

At that Mark turned to Andy and said, "You in the mood?"

"YEAH, man, I can't wait!" and the boy jumped up and peeled off his muscle shirt, exposing a well-defined little set of pecs, tight small nipples, and a smooth and muscular tummy. Then he popped the button on his pants as he kicked off his shoes, then unzipped his pants and dropped them to the floor.

I reached out and touched Andy's smooth thigh, sliding my hand up and down; as I did, Andy sat down on the couch next to me, dressed only in socks and underpants. He knew that's how I liked to start these twice-weekly sessions. I ran my hand around the top of his thigh, and felt his inner thigh, soft and silky smooth, it was a touch of heaven. My hand worked its way up, and I slipped my fingers around his cloth-encased testicles, they nestled so nicely in there! I rolled them and squeezed them a little, then the boy suddenly spread his legs wider, allowing me better access.

I ran my hands gently over his body, exploring every inch of his satiny skin with my fingers and lips. I slowly worked my way back down his tummy to the waistband of his underwear, and then, after looking at his face to assure myself that he was still enjoying it, pulled his shorts down and let his stiff 13 year-old cock pop into the open. His cock was, as always, gorgeous! It was almost 4 inches [10 cm], with a thin little bush of light brown pubic hair – you couldn't have seen it from across the room.

I bent down slowly, savoring the rich, sweet odor of his crotch, and gently took his hardness into my mouth. I cupped his small and completely hairless balls in my hand like the most precious jewels and began sucking his cock. He sighed and folded his arms behind his head.

Carefully, I pulled his shorts down his legs and tossed them to the floor. He drew his legs up slightly, allowing me an even better view of his velvet-soft balls and smooth inner thighs. I leaned down and took his beautiful young balls in my mouth, rolling them on my tongue like candy. Then I began licking his crotch and thighs, and tickling his balls. I slid my tongue across the skin behind his balls, and then down to the barely visible crack of his ass. I glanced up at him and he shifted forward on the couch, then lifted and spread his legs to allow me better access to the secret, untouched area between his lovely round buns. He was hairless in the crack.

I ran my tongue up and down his crack before finally settling on his puckered pink hole. I gently washed the area with my tongue and then began carefully probing his hole with my fingers and tongue. He sighed with contentment, and swung his legs over my back so the thighs rested partially on my shoulders.

I again took his beautiful small cock in my mouth and began sucking and licking it, all the while keeping a finger or two up his ass. After a while he began bucking his hips and moaning. I felt the muscles of his asshole begin to clamp down on my finger and squeeze, the pulse of all his groin muscles began as his swollen, tortured rod began to spasm, and a few drops of sweet boy-cum shot out onto my tongue! I savored his sweet young cum, rolling it in my mouth, and licking and sucking his spent cock to be sure I got it all.

Man, I couldn't believe what I was seeing. When Andy told me this guy would give us blow-jobs I didn't really believe it, and even if he was, I never, ever, imagined anything like what he did to Andy!

I saw him feel Andy up, then pull his underpants off and chow down on Andy's cock! Then he starting slobbering all over his balls, and shit! He even licked his asshole! Like it was candy! Then he sucked him off and swallowed it!

Man, it was really weird, it was so sick! But it got me real hard too, I didn't know what to do!

After Mark blew me off, I was real sleepy, like I usually am. But today was more interesting than most other times, because instead of just relaxing and waiting for the next blow job – we usually get three done when I visit – I had something to watch this time. I was really interested in seeing what went with Kevin.

Well, Kevin was not being real cool. He was horny, I could see just looking at him, but he wasn't taking his clothes off for Mark, and wouldn't let Mark touch him.

"Hey, Kevin, it's cool. He does it really good. Just relax and let him go at it!"

But Kevin wasn't buying, and Mark was telling him it was OK he didn't have to if he didn't want to. "I'll do you another time if you want, but you don't have to let me at all if you don't."

I guess that made Kevin feel better. He relaxed a little and Mark went to get more cokes. I figured I knew how to break the ice though.

"Man, just relax and let him do it, I promise it feels great and it's not fag if you just let him do you," I said, "you don't have to pay him back or anything."

"I know. I just – it's weird that's all."

"Hey, I know what, let me get you started a little then Mark can do the rest." I reached over and rubbed at his crotch. His cock was real hard and he jumped a little. But he didn't pull away, so I reached up and tugged at the buttons and his 501's popped open, his boner was hard it was just sticking up, the head trapped in the cloth fold of the fly, the shaft showing, with a little bit of soft, glossy black pubic hair visible,

I started playing with his dick, feeling it through his jockeys, it was jumping, man! It was like it was alive all by itself! I haven't touched very many dicks, but it was pretty nice doing it. Then Mark walked in with the cokes, and set them down and just came over and sat on the other side on the couch, and started playing with his legs and reaching up to his balls, so I backed off and let him go after Kevin.

I leaned over and nuzzled against his hard cock, then stuck my tongue into the partly open fly against the smooth boner; the boy gasped and I began to lave the exposed portions of his cock, curling my tongue around the shaft and licking partially up the underside. As I did so, the cock took on a life of its own, leaping to a higher, harder level of erection as my soft wet tongue caressed the hairless flesh.

Nudging the boy, I got him to raise his hips and slipped the levis down to his ankles, then pulled up on his t-shirt until his tight little nipples were exposed. Oh, he was gorgeous, with that big expanse of hairless chest and stomach; the taught muscles and high, arching pecs of this sturdy lad really turned me on.

I began to fondle the cloth covered portions of his cock, occasionally running my hand up over his erect little brown nipples, feeling him slightly arch his back and chest to meet my touch. He was breathing very heavily, his eyes were closed; I kissed his eyelids and brushed my lips across his upturned, freckled nose, and I lightly brushed his full, sweet red lips.

Then I was kneeling on the floor between his hairless thighs, and now Andy had his face down in the crotch, as close as he get so he could watch the action, as he rubbed his own, once again swollen rod. I continued kissing down the boy's throat, licking at the hollow spot where it met his chest, then licked across his chest, sucking on each of the knotted nipples – he reared up a tad to shove each one a bit more into my mouth as I did.

Next I licked the ridge of young stomach muscle down to his belly button and tongued it, slipping my hands up to his crotch, one rubbing the cloth-encased head, feeling it jump and swell at my touch, the other gently cupping his taught balls through the jockeys. I slipped two fingers through the fly and stroked his spit-slick shaft a little; he was fairly out of control now, moaning and gasping lightly, responding to my every touch as if I held an electrode against his skin!

I finally slip my fingers to his waistband, and I give the elastic a tug. His hips raise as I drag the white shorts down over his brown legs, past the knees, and to his ankles. He is totally exposed to me, but I am not satisfied. I pull off his Reeboks and socks, fondling his toes as I continue to lick at the head of his four inch [10 cm] cock, then pull his shorts and jeans over his bare feet. I bend forward again and lick all around the head of his swollen little cock, then curl once again around the shaft, licking and taunting up and down.

He leans back, every naked inch of him glistening with sweat, the sharp muskiness of him stronger now as he spreads his thighs.

"God , this feels so great!" My stomach stirs as I stare at the glossy black hair curled soft beneath his belly.

Kneeling now in front of him, resting my hands on his thighs… a tightening of young flesh… lean cords of muscle flexing visibly beneath skin. His breath catches.

"Come on… do it now… I'm gonna bust!"

I engulf him ever so slowly, feeling the incredibly sensitive flesh of his newly pubescent cock, examining the fine blue veins under his translucent boyish skin, feeling the rod swell, feeling each vein and muscle in the wonderful shaft, my cheeks and tongue clinging to the swollen little head, feeling it pulse with excitement as I take him fully into my mouth. The swollen ridge of the head rides into me, a little plum breaking trail for the rest of him.

His hips lift with a slow upward squirm as the salt taste cuts sharp on the top of my tongue, the rich sweatiness of him inhaled through damp, sparse, tangled hairs… then hands coming back to my neck, nervous, strong.

A shaft of sunlight through the skylight across his smooth belly as he whimpers, jerks half-upright with a gasp and trembles there until his eyes droop shut and he collapses slowly against Andy, smiling as if drifting through a dream, thanking me with the last warm spurts against the back of my throat.

After Mark did Kevin, I was real hot! It was great watching Kevin get off and see Mark swallow his stuff; even though he's done it to me a lot of times, it looked really like fun to do… I've sort of thought about doing that to Kevin myself, not for fag, just to see what's it like, you know?

Anyway, I pulled Mark over to me and said, "Do me again, OK?"

And he did! But before I came, he pulled his own pants down and brought out his big dick, all hairy (I like that!) and hard (well, yeah, that too!) and he shoved it up against mine!

My man-cock rubbed Andy's smaller one. After only a few minutes, I came with such force that I nearly passed out – the combination of his smooth warm body against mine and those big innocent blue eyes looking up at me was more than I could stand. My cum sprayed over his smooth chest and tummy, and ran down over his hairless balls. I bent down, after a moment's rest, and took his cum covered balls into my mouth, licking them clean, then continued up his shaft and licked him clean, then went down on his marvelous rod, relishing in the slight pubic bush pushed into my nose, until he jerked upward and sprayed his hot, sticky, sweet little load onto my tongue, the spurts shooting up against the roof of my mouth.

"Well, don't be strangers, guys. Why not come over Saturday – we can have more time and maybe go to the movies too…"

Both boys smiled, Kevin rather shyly, Andy with a devilish (Lusty?) grin.

"And the Saturday after that, and the one after that…" He hollered over his shoulder as the boys jaunted off.

Yeah.

Alan is now 14, almost 15, and quite a sturdy and attractive boy. He's a skate-boarder and wears low, baggy pants with lot of chains and such; but also has a somewhat athletic build. I'd say he's 5-8 [1.73 m], 155 pounds [70 kg], with his dark eyes and hair testifying to his Venezuelan heritage.

Alan has known me almost all his life, and has spent the night at my home many times since he was a little boy. He has known for some time that I am gay, and we have joked a bit about it on occasion. Recently, things took a different turn, however. A few weeks ago he was talking to another boy and mentioned his smoking. I interjected that I thought smoking was a really bad habit and was really bad for his health. His reply: "This from a guy who sucks dicks?"

I thought that was pretty interesting; I said, "Yes, I suck dicks, but that isn't necessarily bad for your health."

A few days later he was on the phone with another boy and we had a similar exchange in which he said, "Mark's gay," and I, having this relayed said, "And I suck dicks, too." He laughed.

But all along I was thinking, "Well, this boy is sort of interested in my cock sucking. Maybe he's interested in trying it out."

So one recent weekend he slept over with a friend of his, and I had some of my friends over for a quiet party – but some of them are pretty obviously gay. After they went home I cleaned up while the boys played video games and such. Then Alan came into the living room and sat on the couch, and I sat next to him, very close. The other boy came in and asked if we could go in the hot tub, and I said sure, go see if it's hot and turn on the heater if it isn't.

We sat a moment, looking out the window, and I was really not paying much attention and suddenly Alan said, "FUCK you!" to me, in his rather loud voice.

Now, that's not really unusual, he says things like that to get me to engage in some horseplay with him, and this could have fit that pattern real well. But I was too tired for that anyway, so I just turned to him and made a half-joke: "Would you like to?" and smiled.

Normally he'd have said something to reflect disgust, but instead he said, "Suck my dick!"

Well, that might have been more baiting, but I was pretty sure it wasn't, and I looked right at him and said, "OK." He nodded a bit excitedly, leaning back a little, and I reached down to his pants button. He made no move to stop me so I popped the button and pushed the zipper down a little. I couldn't get it very far down right away because they were so low on his hips, but I did stick my hand inside and felt a real nice bone through his boxers. I tried to lower the zipper some more and he said, "No, I don't want Terry to see!" meaning the other boy.

"No problem, " I replied, "just come into my room when he falls asleep. But I want a taste right now!" and I dug his boner out through the fly. It was gorgeous, smooth, white skin, nicely rounded head (cut), and a significant swelling below the head. There was no hair on the shaft, but it was wide enough to give me a little trouble as I slipped my mouth down on it. I wanted him to be really hot and not change his mind. I sucked for a few seconds then put it away and closed him up, but played with his cock through the material of his Levi's, and felt it throb in response to my every touch. He made me quit as soon as we heard Terry come back inside.

Terry told us the tub was too cool to use – it would take about an hour to heat up – so we decided to go to bed. But Alan couldn't really wait, he whispered to me "Let's go in the bathroom," but I vetoed the idea, it would not really keep Terry from figuring out what was going on. When I urged him to wait until Terry was asleep, he said, "I really wanna get my dick sucked!" That really made me hot.

After a bit Terry wandered off to the kitchen to get something to eat, and Alan popped into my bedroom, shut the door and asked if he could turn off the light. This was because he was nervous about Terry catching us.

He laid back on the edge of the bed with his feet on the floor, and pulled his pants down and his boxers down in front. I knelt in front of him and grabbed his fairly smooth balls. There was a small amount of pubic hair around them and above his cock, but not really much. I went down on him for a second, then pulled up and told him I wanted to pull his pants down more. I did pull them to his knees, but it was difficult because, though baggy, they were tight enough at spots to prevent ease of movement.

I began to suck up and down his rather large rod – at the time, I thought it might be 5+ inches [13 cm], but more on that later– the wind occasionally rattled a window or door, and each time that happened, he would jerk up in surprise, afraid it was Terry. He pulled his pants up and let only his bone stick out the waistband, presumably so he could cover up quickly if Terry knocked on my door.

So I laid on the bed next to him, put my head on his tummy, and began to suck him again.

I slipped my wet mouth along his straining boner, up and down, feeling the veins, the ridge of the head slipping along my cheeks and my tongue. I licked around the head sometimes when I was at the top of my stroke. This went on a lot longer than I expected it to! He must have taken over five minutes, and my jaw was really aching after a bit. As I sucked, he jerked and thrust upward, then would lay back and be passive, then start thrusting again. After a while I asked him if he was close, and he just said, "Keep going, not yet." After several more minutes, though, his jerking became erratic, his legs stiffened out, and finally he began to pump his sweet young cream into my mouth in a big rush. It came, not in distinct spurts, but in a copious, almost continuous flow! The taste was mild and sweet, as it so often is in a youngster like this!

I swallowed it all and licked him clean, then got a towel and he wiped the excess saliva off. As he did, I told him quietly, "I'll do that any time you want!" He didn't say anything, just left the room. The rest of the evening I kept hoping he'd come to me for another blowjob, but apparently he was sated.

A few days later, I suggested to him that I come visit after school, and he said, "no, I don't want to." So I told him again I'd be happy to blow him whenever, but that I didn't want to press him or make him do anything he didn't like.

So we left it at that. He continued to visit me over the next few weeks, but gave no indications of wanting anything other than a little bit of wrestling and roughhousing. In fact, rather a lot, and one day I told him, "You know, I like this, but I also liked sucking your cock a lot – and I have to say that if you don't want me to do that, we probably should cut back on the physical contact – it's a bit difficult for me."

After that, for a while, he did stop initiating that stuff so often.

Then last weekend…

He came over for the weekend with Terry again. On Friday nite I was admiring his growing young body, noting that his shoulders were getting quite broad. He roughhoused with Terry and kept finding ways to egg me on so I would roughhouse with him too. In the course of our roughhousing, I gave him a wet Willie in his left ear, and eventually pinned him down and stuck my tongue in the ear too, which I expected to make him angry but, although he resisted and complained, he mostly laughed and giggled. Indeed, as we did much more of this kind of horseplay it happened that at one point he got my left nipple in his teeth and gently but firmly held it there. I got loose, but have to say I didn't mind. And later, he tried making farting noises at me while I had him pinned down and I just stuck my tongue between his lips, which didn't bother him as much as I expected either. In retrospect, these things take on significance for me, but at the time I didn't think so much of them.

After a while we were all watching TV in the living room and he laid down on the rug, and watched; and I had a feeling –

So I went into my room and laid on the bed, and sure enough, within a few minutes he came into the room and laid down next to me and asked me to rub his back. I did so, for quite a while, gently stroking his smooth skin and feeling the boyishly taught muscle underneath. He had roughhoused to the point that his pants were riding even lower than usual. And usual means his butt was sticking out, covered by his boxers. In this case, they were just as low in the front, though I could not see that very directly, I noted it as I stroked along the sides of his torso.

I'm not real sure how it happened, I think he said to rub his legs, and I reached up his pants legs to do it, until I was way up his thighs, and set one leg down and took the other up, doing the same. At any rate, I sensed he wouldn't resist me if I were to rub the spot between his balls and his asshole through the material of his shorts, and sure enough, he didn't.

So I grew bolder but practically speaking couldn't keep my hands all the way up those long, sturdy legs, with just a little hair on the calves, so I had to work through the denim of his jeans, and began to squeeze his balls. Eventually, I ran my hand up under him and felt his strong, amazingly big boner. I turned him on his side a little – he didn't really resist and he didn't really help – and I soon had the big cock sticking out the fly. I slipped my mouth on it, laving the large, blunt, smooth head with my tongue, and swooping down as far as I could to engulf his rod completely. He moaned a little, then finally rolled to a better position as I began to suck him. I moved until I was directly in front of his cock, and he curled his leg over my head a little, than began thrusting as I urged him on by gripping his buns, and tried to feel his balls through the thin cloth of his boxers.

I sucked for a very long time once again, and my jaw was very sore, to the point I had to pause several times, and each time I had rested for a minute, jacking his hard, wet dick , he'd look at me and say "Go!", and I'd begin sucking again. It must have taken almost ten minutes but he finally lurched upward, burying as much of that dick as possible in my mouth and orgasmed, spurting a much smaller load into my warm wet mouth than in our prior encounter. But it was just as tasty, and he seemed to enjoy my elaborate swallowing and milking of the spent rod to be sure I got it all. He insisted on drying himself off, then went off to see what Terry was up to.

It happens that Terry was watching TV in the spare room, and normally both boys would sleep on the big waterbed there. I went back into the living room and watched TV a while, and Alan then went to play on the computer in my den. After a while I went in to see what he was doing (I think he called me in, but truly that nite is a blur to me, so I am not really sure) and sat next to him and gave him some suggestions. At this point, he had dressed for bed, which meant a t-shirt and some really raggedy cut-off sweat pants. He had wrapped himself in an old comforter, but had dropped the side closest to me. After a bit I laid my hand on his leg, and began to rub, and he opened the leg a little, so within a minute or two I was feeling his big hard dick again – well, semihard – and he let me do this for a few minutes, then brushed my hand away. We continued to play on the computer a while, and then I told him I was tired and was going to bed. He said, "OK" and I headed off to my room.

I was laying in bed, under the covers, watching TV with my cat next to me, when he walked in the room and opened the comforter to see if he could 'trap' the cat with it. That means he laid down on the bed next to me, and the cat ran off.

Alan continued to lay next to me and we talked a little and then he again asked me to rub his back, and I began to do so, but when I tried to pull down his sweat pants in the rear he said, "unh-unh", and I respected that. I continued to rub him, and then he asked, once again that I rub his legs, and I did again, and once again, ended up with my hand in his pants, feeling from behind his hairless balls and big cock. Only this time I was reaching in from his waistband, and it was pretty awkward sincce he wouldn't let me pull the sweats down, so I had half my arm stuck into his pants! He humped his ass up to allow me a better access, but he would not allow me to lower his pants nor would he turn over. His legs were spread wide, his knees apart and his feet cocked inwardly, his butt stuck up pretty far into the air; and I read his posture as receptive to anal penetration!

But he wasn't cooperating with anything further, and after a bit he had me take my hand away and so I did, I resigned myself to no more sex with him, and concentrated on just enjoying his presence and warmth, and I rubbed his back and scratched it for quite a while, rubbing his neck and his head and even gently and delicately tracing his features by touch only as he lay facing away from me. I ran my finger across his eyes and nose, lips, all very gently.

After a long time, maybe twenty or thirty minutes, I said to him, "You know, I wouldn't suck just anybody's dick."

"Huh?"

I repeated myself, and added, "I do it only to people to I really like."

He said, "Oh, OK" and just relaxed more. So I continued to rub his back and lightly scratch him. Then, after another five minutes or so, he asked me to turn off the light, leaving us in the semidark, and glow of the TV. I figured he was planning to drift off and sleep the night there, and I hugged him and caressed him a little and finally I said, "Alan, don't take this the wrong way, but I love you."

He nodded a little and after a few more minutes he was asleep.

Being quite tired myself, I turned off the TV, went to the bathroom, then got back in bed, feeling the warmth emanating from his youthful form. My cat got up on the bed and cuddled, purring, between us for a bit, then shifted to the chair across the room. I drowsed and then fell asleep for what was about twenty minutes before I woke again.

At that point, I rolled over to face him, and by this time he was facing toward me, I assumed asleep, curled a bit into fetal position. His knees were up about where my crotch was, so I did not try to get any closer to him, but I knew from his childhood, when he used to sometimes crawl into my bed to sleep, that he liked to cuddle a lot and so I thought by facing him in this way he might, in his sleep, do the same.

After a minute or so, I reached over to him, and lightly rested my hand on his shoulder, planning to drop into final sleep this way. However, he began to stir, and moved himself a little closer to me, and finally shifted his leg over mine a little. Thinking he was mostly asleep and wanted to cuddle a bit, I shifted closer, then found he was, to my surprise, reaching out for me!

And then he was running his hand along my side and across my hip, stroking up and down.

Now, I am forty, bald, a bit overweight. I don't expect a boy like this to find me sexually attractive; I figured the blow jobs were his interest, as they might be for any horny youngster. I was unsure what he was up to. He was sure, though.

He reached up to grip the covers, and gently pulled them from my own grasp, then slid them down below my waist; and resumed stroking my side through the cloth of my old-fashioned nightshirt (I wear them because they are comfortable and warm, and – well, they lift up pretty easily). To my continuing surprise, he began reaching down to mid thigh on me, and was clearly seeking the hem of my nightshirt! And more, he slipped his soft, large young man's hand under the cloth, and began to stroke my thigh and across my butt!

I didn't know quite what to do, but I moved to offer him better access to whatever he wished to access, and he began to feel around my front, gently touching my thighs, and finally, he slipped his hand around my balls, and began to caress them! A moment later, his questing hand found my steel-hard dick and began to caress it, too, then he slipped down and pushed his hand between my thighs, and I lifted up my leg, pulled up at the knee awkwardly, to give him access. In a moment he was caressing the cleft of my ass, and I just was amazed, passively allowing him to explore as he wished, still not knowing WHAT to make of all this!

I thought he might want to lay against me and rub cocks, so I decided to reach into his sweat pants and I found his sweet, rock hard dick sticking up as ever. He then used his other hand to pull his pants down below his balls in front, and we stroked each other sweetly for a minute, until he decided to regain the initiative.

Finally, he gave a little push and I passively rolled onto my back, and to my amazement, this hunky youngster positioned himself between my legs and I felt his soft, wet tongue on my hairy ballsac, then sliding up my rod and finally he took my cock expertly into his sweet, soft mouth, and sucked up and down a dozen times, as I lay back in totally unexpected ecstasy, gently caressing his head and shoulders as he labored. It was evident to me that this boy had sucked cocks of an adult scale on some occasions, he was just too expert at this!

At that point I didn't think there were any possible surprises left in this lad, but he pulled off and said quietly to me in the dark "Mark."

"Yeah, Alan?"

"Bend over." He tickled my buns.

"Huh?" I asked, unsure he meant what I thought he meant.

"Bend over." he repeated.

"You want to fuck me?" I asked in some amazement.

"Yeah."

Well, I couldn't deny him, even though it had probably been five years since I took a cock up my ass, and I was realizing his was in fact larger than mine.

"Do you want to use a condom?" I like to teach safe sex, I like to practice it though I'm sure I'm not passing anything myself, I would hate to find out I was wrong, and then, even though he is 14, it occurred to me that Alan had some experiences I didn't really know about.

"OK."

So I reached into the headboard and got a condom and some lube, and he laid back at the edge of the bed while I got on my knees and gently licked his balls, then took his cock into my mouth, realizing for the first time just how big that thing had gotten – it was a minimum six inches [15 cm], probably half an inch or so larger, and on its way, before he'd be fully grown, to seven [18 cm] or even more. It was fabulous. I got my first opportunity to really examine his pubic hair, and found he had a nice little bush above his cock, but his balls were completely smooth to the touch. The dick itself had a gorgeous flare below the head, and stuck nearly straight up for all its adult size. I wrapped my lips around it and slid up and down, swirling my tongue and rotating my mouth as I did, and he moaned in pleasure.

When he was really ready, I slipped the condom over his cock, covered it with lubricant, and then got on my knees on the bed.

He had quite a bit of difficulty getting into me. For one thing, I don't get fucked often, and I needed to work at opening for him, and for another, he didn't have a lot of expertise in finding the hole and didn't use his hands to guide it. Well, hell, it was so stiff it didn't take a lot of guiding.

As he tried to get in, he did cause me to give a little yelp of pain and was quite considerate in backing out as soon as I did. Eventually he had about half his cock in and he reached around in front of me, and grabbed my cock, stroking it to keep me hot. I was once again impressed with either the level of thought involved, or the level of experience. He released my cock and grabbed my hips and I laid down all the way so he could get in, and he began to thrust a little. After a few strokes his cock popped out, and he didn't seem to care, I couldn't really get him back in, and he slipped down between my thighs, and I felt his hard shaft and the head rubbing against my balls as he pumped against me, his smooth abdomen against my butt. It felt great, though having it inside would have been even better. He laid his full weight on top of me, his hot breath on the back of my neck, and thrust again and again.

He pumped for quite a while, moaning and breathing hard, and eventually, after many minutes, I felt his body lurch out of control and then I could feel the cockhead flaring and throbbing against my scrotum as he pumped cum into the condom.

In a moment he rolled off me, and I quickly turned over, and said, "let me take the condom off you."

He stood beside the bed and I slipped the rubber off his semi-hard dick, which was still big but not as stiff, sticking out in front of him instead of upward. I knelt down in front of him and slipped my mouth down on his cum covered rod, and sucked the sweet cum off it, savoring that taste, knowing I might get more some day and knowing also this might be the last time he'd contribute that pleasure to me.

Once he was clean, he dried himself off, pulled his sweats up, and went out into the living room, although I invited him to sleep with me.

That was two days ago, and I am still awhirl. I don't know why he decided to do this with and for me, I don't know what he will do in the future, I just have no idea what's going on in his head, and – well, I meant it when I said I loved him, I'm just hanging in here, trying not to really fall in love with him!

Oh, yeah. Of course, you don't believe me. Why would you? I wouldn't believe such a thing. Forget it, I made it all up, middle aged fag fantasy right?

Or is it?

Epilogue

I stayed in the family room with Alan, but I was reading the paper, not paying much attention, and he starting watching the porno again. After a bit he kept running it back and forth on one section, but I wasn't really watching and didn't quite notice it.

Suddenly he said, in a low voice, "That looks pretty good."

I looked up at the screen and there was a woman giving a blow-job, a good close up shot. Oh, I thought. I had been slow in picking up the hint since he had drawn a boundary for such a long time that excluded this. But I said to him, "Well, you know what to do…" meaning he could come into my room later.

"Yeah." He paused a minute. "Maybe in the hot tub?" He couldn't wait.

And, to make a long story short, we did, he got naked in the tub and sat on the edge periodically to let me blow him, then would get into the water and have me fondle his big teen cock. Finally, he pushed my head down and unloaded into my mouth.

After, we talked while we waited for Terry to show, and I told him he could come to my room tonite if he wanted more.

So it wasn't a big surprise about ten minutes after I went to bed that he opened the door to my darkened room, slipped in and shut the door behind him.

He stood next to the bed, lowered his sweatshorts and boxers, and I laid on the bed and sucked him, licked his balls, and once again swallowed his teenage cum.

"Thanks." And he was gone.

It's been three years, and we're still friends, but no repeats. There have been times, I know, when he wanted to do it again, but didn't quite go far enough with the signals, and I won't act without a clear mandate from him. He is 18, he's out of school, and he shook my hand heartily and hugged me when I went to his graduation. I know he appreciates all the things I've done for him, with him.

To him.

I. Allergies

One night Bobby, his ten-year-old brother George, and another boy, eight year old Gary were spending the night at my house. They had become regulars at my place, and often slept over. We had engaged in a lot of pantsing and dirty talk, and once we took turns showing our boners to each other. Bobby's made me drool. He was on the verge of puberty despite his young looks, and he had exactly five hairs on his pubis, all on one side, to the left just above his 3 inch [7½ cm] dick, with its smooth ruddy complexion, a reddish purple line running around the head to outline it.

On this particular night, he and the other boys had jumped me and held me down on the couch while they pulled my sweat pants off. I wear the sweatpants always, but never wear underwear when the boys are over, and they know it. (One time when Bobby and the boys came for a visit he said, "Why don't you go put your sweatpants on?" with a child-like, innocent smile. But I knew it wasn't innocence; he got charged up seeing the outline of my cock, and seeing me get half-hard.)

I let them take my pants and get an eyeful, then Gary brought them back to me. But Bobby had been the ringleader in this, and in retrospect I can see that he was really interested in my dick that particular night. A little later Bobby came out of the bathroom with his pants around his ankles. I though he had his jockeys on, but couldn't see because his shirt hung down. All three of us were looking at him and laughing, and he was smiling and suddenly he pulled the hem of his shirt up and there he was, sticking straight up! No jockeys (they must have been tangled in his pants). As we watched and laughed, he did a little dance and showed us his fine dick and BOY! did that stir me up!

As the evening progressed, the three boys were in their shirts and their jockeys, playing in the house, watching TV. It was a cold, rainy, winter night. After a bit, George and Gary were in the spare room playing with the computer, and I was laying on the couch, a big L-Shaped sectional, watching TV.

Bobby came in and asked if he could watch with me, and I said yes. He laid down on my section alongside me, which is a little unusual; usually I would lay on the long section and the boy who wanted to (they vied for this) would sit in the seat immediately next to me on the other section. I had the right instincts here, my cock started to get hard as Bobby chose this somewhat unusual position.

As we watched TV and my cock stiffened, I lifted my left knee up to hide it a bit, and then Bobby lifted his right knee next to it. I couldn't resist, so I put my hand on his smooth knee and started lightly rubbing the inside of the knee. Bobby did not resist this intimacy, and I didn't expect him to, as 'stroking' the nonsexual parts of the boys is something I accustomed them to as much as possible. But I let my hand wander slowly up his inner thigh, taking my time, not sensing any resistance or real surprise from the boy.

After a few minutes, I was stroking his thigh almost into his crotch and he had slightly angled his leg toward me, giving me better access.

As this happened, George came into the room and talked to me for a moment. I slipped my hand up toward the knee as soon as I heard him, and didn't worry, since the couch and my body blocked his view of what I had been doing anyway. After a discussion, George went back to playing computer games with Gary. And I went back to playing thigh games with Bobby.

As my hand again approached his smooth crotch, I again observed his receptivity. After stroking into the meeting place of thigh and torso for a few minutes, I decided to do what my instincts told me this was all about. I simply laid my palm directly on the crotch of his jockey shorts. I was not surprised, nor disappointed, he was hard, and he made no reaction at all.

So of course I began to rub up and down a bit, and ran my fingers along his thigh while still covering his cloth-encased rod. After a bit my finger wandered under the legband, and stroked the side of his corrugated scrotum, and over a few minutes, I grew bolder, finally slipping my finger in further and stroking his scrotum, feeling his young balls roll within the tightening bag.

Within a few minutes, I had decided to pull his straining cock out through the legband, and began to stroke it directly, now masturbating him between my fingers, and allowing my fingers to roam over all his delightful genitals.

At this point, George came back in the room to ask me another question about the computer. I slipped my hand up the leg to the knee again, but didn't cover Bobby's cock up. George left in just a minute and I returned to my fun. Bobby had left himself uncovered, which I took as consent for what I was doing. After a bit I shifted my position and bent down, intending to take the sweet cock in my mouth, but now Bobby did react, putting his hands on my head and holding it away from his cock. I tried this several times, always with the same result, and returned to stroking.

Suddenly, George and Gary both came into the living room, and I slipped my hand up again, talking to the boys to distract them. I knew Bobby well, he was expert at deception and misbehavior, and he covered himself up before they could see. The boys were done playing with the computer, and wanted to watch a tape on the VCR, so I figured our fun was done for the evening.

Sure enough, within a few minutes, Bobby got up and left the room. The two smaller boys were sitting in front of the TV and so I turned the lights off so we could all concentrate on the movie. A few minutes later, Bobby came back into the living room with a sleeping bag, and I figured he'd join the other boys on the floor. But to my surprise he didn't. Instead he laid the sleeping bag out along the length of the other section of the couch, the head of the bag next to me, then he slipped into the bag, now wearing only his jockey shorts, laid on his right side and put his head on my chest!

After only a minute, I decided to check it out, and slipped my hand down inside the bag. No opposition. I stroked his back, savoring the smooth skin, smelling the sweet hair and stroking it with my other hand. I worked my way down, again with no opposition and encountered the band of his jockey shorts. After tracing my fingers along the band a bit, I slipped my finger tips under it; no reaction from the boy. I slipped my whole hand inside his shorts, and slid my palm across his sweet, smooth, asscheeks.

Again encountering no hint of opposition, I slid the shorts down in back as far as I could reach, so the band was hooked at the base of his butt, then slid my hand around the top of his thigh and hooked my thumb under the band in front, sliding the underwear down in front as well. It hung up a bit under the leg he was laying on, but I worked it down awkwardly until the shorts were stalled at the top of his thighs. Since he didn't aid me any in this, I couldn't get them down to his knees or further, but it was enough. I began to slide my hand around his silky smooth abdomen, and began to stroke and tickle his lovely cock and testicles.

This continued for a very long time, I wasn't really masturbating him but slipping a finger or two all around, stroking him in all the accessible areas of his front. After a long time, maybe half an hour, I thought I could feel the slightest bit of moisture at his cockhead and began slipping my finger along it and across the top, playing with the little slit. In a few more minutes, Bobby began to move, slowly, slowly, sliding over on his side so that he began to lay on his back, his head still on my chest, all three boys apparently watching the movie intently.

As he slid into this position on his back, I was able to push his jockeys down further, giving me access to his whole crotch, and I began to stroke his inner thighs again, and slid my palm repeatedly over his excited penis. He spread his thighs more and I slipped my whole hand across his genitals, slipping my fingers to the delightful, secret, satin skin behind his balls. He was responding erotically to this manipulation for the first time! He began to shove up against my hand, and after one or two shoves I could feel his orgasm, he bucked hard and held his pulsing little boner against my hand, then, slowly let himself down!

After a minute he got up and moved as far away on the couch as he could. I figured his post orgasmic letdown had him feeling guilty, but wasn't especially concerned. Bobby was not the sort of boy to let his conscience get in the way of his fun, I figured he'd say nothing and come back for more at some later time. I didn't realize how soon that would be.

Bobby complained about his allergies and asthma, saying my kitty's hair (which, I admit, is everywhere, on everything) was making it hard to breathe. I suggested he take a shower to get the hair off, and wrap himself up in a clean sheet to keep cat hairs off him. He did this, and came back, laid on the couch all clean and dry and wrapped in the sheet.

After a bit, I told the boys it was past midnight and time for bed. To my surprise, Bobby announced his intention to sleep on the couch rather than with the other boys in the spare room.

Well, I have never permitted this, and said no, but he said there was too much cat hair in the spare room. I didn't believe that had anything to do with it. I thought, instead, that Bobby wanted to be someplace where the other boys were not… some place where I could get access to him, or so I surmised! So I made an exception, and George and Gary complained bitterly that Bobby was given this privilege, but I made them all go to bed, and told them not to worry about Bobby, that I was going to take care of him, and that they should just follow the rules as always.

About ten minutes later the boys were in bed, the lights out, and I was standing in the living room, to 'check on' Bobby, who was laying on his stomach wrapped in the sheet, not speaking in the darkness. I knelt down at the side of the couch, slipped my hand under his 63-pound [28½ kg] body and felt his cock was hard. That was about all I needed as a 'go' signal. I slipped my hands under the sheet at the back of his hairless legs, and pushed the sheet up to mid-thigh, then let my hands run up the soft skin to his butt. In a minute I had his shorts in my grasp, and began to pull them down, thinking I'd get them down in back then turn him over to finish the job. There was no need, he gave me no opposition and the shorts slid down all the way to his ankles without any effort. I pulled them off his feet, leaving the boy naked under the sheet.

All this time, Bobby was feigning sleep and the other boys were talking in bed. I tried to roll Bobby over on his back but there was no room and while he wasn't resisting he wasn't cooperating, so I got him rolled onto his side, and slipped my hands up to his sweet goodies, pulling the sheet up as I did. In a moment, I had a hand cupped under his balls, another cupped behind his straining young cock, his swollen genitals lewdly exposed in my palms. Bobby was still pretending oblivion, but I knew it for a pretense, and I bent my head down to nuzzle his silky little rod; in a moment I decided to take the plunge and I slipped my mouth down on the straining erection. To my surprise, it jumped up in my mouth at the first contact, which excited me enormously! I hadn't thought he could get any harder!

I began sucking up and down on the sweet boycock, took my mouth off for a moment to lick his hairless balls and take his whole sack in my mouth. As I returned to his cock, Gary called from the bedroom, demanding to know how Bobby was. Pretty damn sweet, I thought to myself, but told him loudly "Gary, you go to sleep, and let me take care of Bobby!" And, I silently added, I'm really taking care of him alright!

Gary, on the other hand was insistent, and fearing he'd come into the living room, I instead went to the bedroom, leaving Bobby on the couch, and talked to Gary. When I finally got the younger boy calmed down and well on the road to sleep, I again emerged into the dark living room, and found Bobby laying once again on his stomach; but he had not pulled his sheet down, so his bare buns were sticking out.

Thinking he really wasn't ready to be sucked or he'd have been on his back, I began to rub his lovely rear, then thought to myself, 'in for a penny, in for a pound'. I spread his sweet cheeks and toyed with his tight little knot (and it was so tight I couldn't get a finger started into it). Spreading the cheeks even further, I suddenly shoved my head into his crack, my own cheeks pressed tightly against the smooth twelve year old's. No opposition, so I began to lick at the lovely pucker, then opened my mouth wide and sealed my lips against him, sucking in a little to create a vacuum. I then licked the clean little hole, pushing my tongue in and out, savoring the taste. It was literally the slickest, sweetest skin I'd ever tasted. The little hole began to loosen under my insistent assault, and the boy spread his legs just a little, giving me a little better access.

After sucking for several minutes, I slipped the fingers of one hand under to toy with his sack and roll his lovely smooth balls, and used a finger of the other hand to probe gently at the wet hole, now feeling the asslips yield to my gentle prodding.

Still, I didn't want to force this situation, I wanted to be sure the boy was willing. So I spoke to him and asked him if he wanted me to go ahead; his reply was unintelligible, though later I realized he was asking what I was going to do… unsure that he wanted me to go on, I finally said, " I can't tell if you're enjoying this or not… if you want me to keep this up, come into my bedroom and close the door." Then I got up and left the room, laying in my bed, and pulling my sweatpants off, freeing my dripping cock.

After ten or fifteen minutes, during which I shot off a load to calm myself down, I began drift off to sleep, sure Bobby would not be coming. But then, just as I was about to fall into slumber, I heard him calling my name.

"Yeah, Bobby?" He was at the door.

"Do you know where my inhaler is?" He was standing there, naked but for his shorts, which he had retrieved. I was almost fooled, and got up (saw him staring at my hard cock) to find the flashlight to see if we could find it. Then I realized. He wanted to come into the room, didn't want the inhaler, but wasn't quite willing to make his horny desires explicit.

So I told him, "It's ok, lay down here on the bed and I'll help you out." With that, I walked over to him, closed the door gently, put my hand on his shoulder, and guided him to the side of my big waterbed. Before he could do or say anything, but with a casual movement, I slipped his shorts down to his ankles. He was engorged, and didn't say anything, but just stepped out of his shorts and laid down on the bed on his back!

I slipped into the bed next to him, both of us naked, and with a single reading light on, began to stroke his sweet body. He closed his eyes; and my hands roamed fully for the first time. After a bit, I spread his legs and started stroking his thighs, crotch, scrotum, and swollen soldier. I toyed with his little clump of fines. soft, straight pubic hairs.

Finally, I swallowed his straining cock, and began to lave it with my tongue, then sucked up and down. As I did, I prodded again at his private hole, and my fingertip went in, to the first joint. He didn't react, but I felt the lips of his sweet jewel clinging to my finger and could actually feel the beat of his pulse in the tender channel. As I continued to suck, his anus slowly accustomed to my intrusion, and my finger sank deeper and deeper into his sweet hole. I used other fingers to fondle his balls and feel the deep muscles of his crotch.

Finally, I could feel his impending orgasm as his ass muscles began to squeeze my finger; then at last he bucked his hips, shoving his lower abdomen against my face, and I felt his cock pulse and his rectum clench and squeeze my finger, the pulsing of the muscles beneath the satin soft skin from anus to balls, the taught muscles contracting in his sweet smooth crotch! It was glorious.

Bobby slept with me all night, watched me shoot off half a dozen times under this intense stimulation, and even stroked my penis and balls. I explored his rectum at length with my finger and tongue, I licked almost every inch of his smooth body, and found many ways to excite him, keeping him so constantly stimulated he couldn't stop me from coaxing him to orgasm after orgasm.

We had many more encounters thereafter, but none was as exciting to me as that first night. Still, you may find those stories interesting; many are yet to come. As was Bobby…

II. "We want to know if you're going to tell our parents."

Early that morning he got up and went back out on the couch so his brother and Gary wouldn't know what had happened that night.

When I got up in the morning, it was all as if it had been a dream. Neither of us showed anything to indicate our wild night of sexual depravity.

For several weeks, Bobby only came over with other kids, but that was not unusual; and there were no sleepovers in that interval, which also was not remarkable. Then one afternoon, George and Gary came in after school and were very upset.

When I finally coaxed it out of them, they said, "Bobby said you tried to suck his dick!"

I wasn't too worried at that point. I figured he hadn't said it to any adults, and he hadn't told the truth anyway… Bobby was not a kid who was good at telling the truth, in fact, I don't ever remember him telling the truth. He lied so much sometimes he'd even lie to people about his name, for no reason.

So I said to them, "Well, why would you ever believe Bobby? All he is doing is trying to get you upset, like when he talks about Gary's mom and makes fun of Freddy," and made light of it. In fact, Bobby often told nasty truths or destructive lies to the boys to get them mad.

He usually would say things like, "Gary, Freddie said your mom was a whore."

That, he knew, would get Gary ready to punch out Freddie. Bobby enjoyed these power games.

But I also figured I'd better squelch the rumor, and teach Bobby a lesson.

So I went over to Bobby's house and got him to walk with me and I confronted him with it, telling him he was looking for more trouble than he could handle. I told him he could be my friend, or he could be my enemy, or if he didn't want anything to do with me, that was OK too. But if he wanted to be my enemy, well, he'd better be prepared, because I could make him pretty unhappy.

Bobby decided he wanted to be my friend, or so he said, but I didn't trust him now, and resolved that I wouldn't give him a chance to prove his allegations.

(If this sounds ominous or scary, it wasn't really… it's hard to communicate the exact tone. I was serious with Bobby, in that I wanted him to know he couldn't push me around like he sometimes did the kids. I wasn't really afraid it would go further, though, I was just heading off trouble.)

Well, given all this, Bobby was treated with cordiality but he wasn't really 'invited' over a lot, and for a while there was no consideration on my part that we could repeat our encounter. I couldn't give him ammunition.

Until…

It was Martin Luther King Day, and school was out. But I went off to run some errands and didn't come home until about noon. When I pulled up into the driveway, I saw the wind blowing some trash in the back yard, and so instead of going in the house directly, I went to the back yard to pick it up.

When I was walking the trash to the trashcans, I saw something in the side yard by my bedroom window.

There was a small fence there, separating the side yard from the back yard. At some point, the kids has put a large piece of old plywood up against the fence, making sort of a lean-to shelter they used as a play fort. What I saw was the back of Gary's head in the fort. So I walked over, intending to say hi to him.

But when I got closer, I saw more. First, I saw that Gary had his jeans popped open and spread, and second I saw Bobby was in there too.

Not what you think, but almost.

In addition to Gary and Bobby, there was Sara.

Sara was eight or nine, and she was known to all the boys to be available for sex play. She slept over at Bobby and George's once and their mom caught her and George naked in the bedroom. Some other boys told me about having five of them line up on one side of a fence with Sara on the other side. Each boy then stuck his penis through a hole in the fence for her to play with.

Well, I couldn't tell precisely what was going on, and didn't want to get closer yet, but I realized that if I went in the house quietly, I could see right into the lean to from my bedroom window. So I did.

As I stood in my bedroom, I observed that Gary had now buttoned his pants up but he was blocking my view of Bobby and Sara. Watching a while, I realized I couldn't really see what I wanted to see. Then Gary pulled out a cigarette lighter and started trying to set leaves on fire. Well, I decided that wasn't safe, and it gave me an excuse to bust in and find out what was happening. So I did.

They didn't realize I was there until I was on top of the situation.

I told Gary, "give me that lighter!" He just stared at me, and held it.

"Give it to me, now! You know better than to play with fire!"

He remained immobile, but now I could see into the lean-to. Bobby's bare butt was showing, his pants around his thighs and he on all fours. Sara was barely visible on the floor of the hut with her panties around her ankles.

Finally, Bobby yelled "Give it to him!" and Gary tossed me the lighter.

Without saying another word, I walked into the house, feigning anger, but inside saying to myself "Now you've got something on Bobby…"

About ten minutes later, Bobby and Gary rang bell.

"We want to know if you're going to tell our parents."

"Well, why don't you come in and we'll talk about it."

To make this long introduction short, I told them that I wasn't going to bust them for playing with fire, but that I should. On the other hand I said, "About the other thing, well, I think when people are playing private games like that it's nobody else's business as long as no one is getting hurt."

I looked Bobby right in the eye. "So I won't tell your parents about it unless for some reason I find myself in a situation where I have to say something."

I knew now that it would be safe for us to follow up on what had happened; Bobby understood that we both had dirt on each other, and that mine was more believable. He also understood that we'd both held back in further encounters until the power situation between us became clear.

He showed up the next day, alone.

Bobby and I were chatting about this and that, and I went into the kitchen to get something to eat. When I came back to the living room, he wasn't there.

I checked the bathroom, nothing. Then the spare room, figuring he was on the computer, but no. Finally, I saw him laying on my waterbed, eyes closed, feigning sleep. And he had on only his shirt and jockeys.

Walking up to the bed, I looked at his luscious, available body, then walked to the windows and checked to be sure he wasn't setting me up with the other kids. I checked every window in the house, we were truly alone.

Back into the bedroom. I walked up to him again, this time I shook him and he didn't respond. Then again. Finally he opened his eyes, feigning sleepiness. I said, "You want to take a nap for a while, Bobby?" and he nodded, then closed his eyes. Of course, this was merely to set up the pretext for the encounter. So I said, "I think I will, too" and pulled off all my clothes, tossed them to the floor and laid down next to him. I pulled a comforter up from the foot of the bed over both of us, and slipped my hand over his chest under the covers, snuggling up against his smooth body. He let me snuggle into him, and my hard cock was poking into his leg.

After just laying there with him a minute or two, I began to stroke his chest, and slipped my other arm under his shoulders, pulling him closer, into an embrace. He was unresisting, his eyes still closed, but his heart beating fast. I began to nuzzle his neck, and slipped my hand down lower, to his belly. I planted a soft kiss on his neck, and heard his breath take suddenly.

I began to stroke his side and belly, slipping my hand up under his shirt. Then I slipped it up further to toy with his nipples and pinched them just a little bit. I pushed his shirt up until it was bunched under his armpits, and slipped my head under the covers.

I slipped my tongue out and began to lave his right nipple, feeling him stiffen a little with the stimulation, one hand was stroking his neck lightly the other was wandering on his lower belly, toward his shorts. I pushed my cock up against his hairless leg and began rubbing against him a little.

Now my hand wanders lower, rubbing against his hipbones, and across his abdomen, teasing him. Now I'm on to his thighs, still licking his smooth chest, and finally I cup his cloth-covered scrotum and squeeze gently, feeling his whole body jump with the horny stimulation.

Freeing my other hand, I crouch under the covers, and start to slip his shorts down, seeing him lift his hips ever so slightly to make it easier for me, and now Bobby has them down to mid-thigh, his lovely thumb-sized boyrod sticking lewdly up out of his smooth belly. I continue to slide them on down, to his knees, his ankles, then off. He has only a ring of shirt at his armpits and I boldly explore his groin with both hands, and wander up and down his nude torso.

I put my head close to his cock, and I see that, in the month or so since we last met, he's grown some more hair. Not a lot, but now there is a string of hairs clinging right to the crease where his penis meets his abdomen. If you were 2 or 3 feet away you probably couldn't see them. They are soft, light brown, and straight. I toy with them, fascinated with their tender nature and totally excited by his pubescence (that word literally means 'soft hairs', you know). I hold his rod down a little and stroke it while I play with these lovely little markers.

Now I am slipping my hands down on his thighs and working in toward his round little butt, and I move his legs to a 'frog-legged' position so his crotch is fully exposed, then lift them a bit to examine his crack.

I'm really hot now, so I put my face up to his penis and begin to rub its silken hardness against my face, cheeks, nose, lips, eyes, forehead – everywhere. Now I shove his boner into my hair and put my lips to his sac, and kiss is gently, first the right ball, then the left. Now I take the whole taut bag into my mouth and slide my tongue round and round. Bobby likes this, he is pushing up a little as if to put more of his crotch into my warm, wet mouth. My hands roam his near hairless belly, and up to his chest and neck again.

I stick my tongue out of my mouth, around his scrotum, and let the tip wander along the seam where scrotum, torso, and thigh join. The skin is warm and slick, and there is a slightly pungent odor, the smell of a boy in pubescence.

Now I move my mouth up, my tongue laving the underside of his straining young boner, following the swollen tube on the underside up to the glans, and licking around the head, swirling along the top, and I slide my head down, my tongue curled around his boner to lick the back side until I reach his soft, sparse pubic patch and I lick it too, savoring the silky little hairs, each perhaps a half-inch [1 cm] long.

Back around his balls, I start lick along the soft skin in that private place behind them, leading to his sweet little hole. There is a ridge here, and I lave up and down. As I do, Bobby's knees lay down more, spreading his crotch a little to give me better access. Finally, I slip my hands down his torso and up the backs of his thighs, stroking the hairless legs as I do, until I have the back of each knee in one hand.

Gently, I lift the legs, turning the boy bottom up to view. His little anus, which I did not see the last time but which he had flashed at me on a number of 'mooning' occasions, is a flower ready to bloom. It's reddish and set in the whitest, smoothest skin you could imagine. His crack is smooth and flawless, the folds of his anal tissues feel my tongue. I lick along the periphery and feel again a slight muscle movement as if to stick the sweet butthole into my mouth. I lave around and around and then pass across the center ever so lightly. I can see as I do the involuntary flexing of the little sphincter as it tries to open for me!

After a few minutes of savoring this treasure, I get to serious tonguing, once again opening wide to take as large a mouthful of his sweet hairless flesh as I can, sealing my lips with a little suction so my mouth is flush to his most private places, and slide the tongue around and around and probe gently, insistently at the center. As I do, I feel it yielding, hear Bobby give an involuntary sigh, and know he is ready for my fingers.

And so it goes, in a few minute I have buried a finger into his sweet velvet channel, I can again feel his rapid pulse against my knuckle. I slip the finger in and out, not merely probing, but now stroking into him, he is being finger-fucked for the first time.

My fingertip seeks his prostate (though I've never been able to be sure when I had my finger on one, the response heretofore has been pretty good) and I change fingers to let him feel the sensual penetration again and again. At intervals I return with the tongue. Now I try a two-finger insertion, and find the channel very tight, but still willing. After three to five minutes of attention his flower is completely opened to me, and when I finally withdraw my face, I leave my middle finger to hold it open, reaching upward with my other fingers to cup and stroke his smooth balls.

I figure it's time, and I let his legs fall back to the lewdly spread position, cocked at the knee like a frog, but spread wide like a butterfly, and slip my mouth down on his swollen erection. It swells up once again, surprising me that it can get any harder, and I can feel the veins and cords of the boyish cock, the head swollen and clearly defined, and the body narrowing behind it then swelling wider about an inch from the top, and then narrowing again to a small circle as my lips reach his base.

I believe I stroked my mouth on it four times before he started to come, the pulsing of the boner buried deep in my mouth drove me near wild with lust as the asshole once again milked my finger and the boys crotch spasmed against my face and hands. I cannot be sure but I think I taste a slightly sweet – something. If so, it cannot be more than a small drop worth, but it tastes like precum to me.

I let the boy, exhausted and in his post-orgasmic disorientation slip from me, then straightened his slim body out on the bed, laying down beside him again.

I reach for his hand, and it's unresisting, I guide it to my swollen, leaking rod, and slide it up and along the underside. The sleepy boy is too involved to protest, to pretend disinterest, he is content to let me ravish his body and now his hand, he begins to cup it around my erection, his eyes closed, but with little energy.

After a few minutes I am near shooting, and I slip his hand down to my testicles, which he willingly cups, and he slightly, absently rolls the balls while I masturbate. My come shoots out with tremendous force across his abdomen as I lay my thigh across his body and spray my come on the boy.

Quickly, I get up, go to the bathroom, and get a towel to clean him, he is still pretending sleep. Pulling on my pants, I slip his shorts back on, pull his shirt down, and then gently shake him, calling "Bobby?" His eyes flutter and he 'awakes' with a stir.

"Did you have a nice nap?"

"Uh, uh, it was OK."

But it was more than OK, and Bobby began to come over several times a week for naps in the next month..

III. You Got Me

But in my ongoing battle of wills with Bobby, I knew he would be getting older and would again try to find a way to control or manipulate me. I couldn't let that happen, and I knew that the only way to prevent it would be for me to compromise him so thoroughly that he never dare try to expose me.

Fortunately, I think a part of Bobby knew this too. And while Bobby's immediate instincts were to try to control me, in reality he was looking for a man who could keep him in line. His father wasn't able to fulfill that role, and Bobby was looking to me to do it. That didn't mean it would be easy, but it did mean that he would make the opportunities for me if only I would seize them.

One night we had a sleepover again.

I don't really believe in providing alcohol or drugs to boys, but it was an essential element of the plan that Bobby be quite free from normal inhibitions. So I spiked the boys' drinks with a little muscle relaxant, and Bobby with a higher body weight, got less effect, but enough.

In good time, they were all quite drowsy; it was very late, and they all went into the spare room and were talking and nodding off. When all was quiet, I went in and picked up Bobby's warm and limp form, and carried him in my arms to my room, setting him on the bed. He stirred, awoke enough to know where he was, grinned and shoved his pants down to his thighs, revealing his boyish erection, and no doubt expecting me to service him.

I told him to wait a minute and shook off my own clothes, then reached down to stroke him. By this time he really had a nice little bush forming. But he was really sleepy, not just horny. I had counted on that.

I slipped on to the bed with him, and ran my hands up and down his body, slipping his shirt up and then over his head, leaving it tangled in his wrists. Then I pulled his pants down, off his ankles, taking his socks with them.

As I gently stroked the slick skin of his supple chest I told him to turn over for a massage. Sleepily, he complied and I began to stroke and roll the muscles of his boyish back, sliding my hands down to his buns and up to his shoulders again and again. I noted as I did that he slowly relaxed his legs and spread them slightly apart. I rubbed along his buns and tickled the inside of his thighs, and massaged up and across the Vee of his legs, running my fingertips over his smooth ballsac as I did. He moaned a little and spread further.

I did this for about five minutes and observed he had slipped off to sleep. Gently, so as not to arouse him to the point of full wakefulness, I spread his legs further apart and slipped my mouth into his sweet crack, licking lightly up and down, now touching the back of his balls, now nibbling lightly at the base of his spine where the crack began. He responded in a semi-awake state, spreading further still and clearly was turned on by this combination of relaxing and stimulating actions.

Licking carefully into his tight hole, I felt him relax there too. Shortly I licked my finger and prodded it against his flower, and felt him spread yet further as it began to sink into him. He'd become used to a finger fucking as I blew him, and had no opposition or concern.

As I proceeded to work a second finger in, he began to realize this was a little out of the usual for us. But I had him quite relaxed and was still rubbing his back and neck muscles. I reached to the headboard of the bed and he mumbled "what's that?" as I got the lotion.

I told him it was just to help this feel better, a little massage lotion. I spread a little on my hand and returned to his back, but I also put some on the other hand, and greased the fingers well… and slipped them back into the tight, hot, damp hole. Bobby was getting very stimulated by this fingering, I could feel his ass muscles contract, and when I thought the time right, I slipped my hand out and down to my cock, smearing lotion on it too.

I've no doubt Bobby knew what I intended… nor that his curiosity and the high level of excitement he was experiencing made him ambivalent about stopping me.

Without his noticing, I reached behind the headboard of the bed and flipped the little line cord switch there.

I shifted myself up onto my knees and said, "I'm going to massage you better now, Bobby, OK?" He didn't reply, so I said, "Do you want to try a new kind of massage, Bobby? Is it OK?"

Bobby slightly nodded his head, exhaled slowly and closed his half-opened eyes, shifting slightly to spread his legs even more. This was the assent I needed, and I quickly slipped a pillow under his midsection, elevating his butt.

Then I spread both small cheeks wider, staring down into his tight hole, and put my dick up against the hairless opening. Bobby held very still.

I put a slight pressure with my hips and watched the rounded, swollen head start to part his sweet asslips. He didn't tense up at all, and a slow steady pressure forced the head a little further in; finally, the ring was ready to slip in. I was shaking with excitement myself as I watched, my hands still holding his cheeks open and the shadow of my rod across his white, round buttocks.

I pressed on, not forcing, just enough pressure so that, as he slowly relaxed the muscle, more and more of my rod was engulfed by the clinging flesh of his tight sphincter. The asslips surrounded it like a mouth, clinging to the sides as I pulled ever so slightly back before I resumed my onslaught. The sensations were incredible, I hadn't felt anything so tight in memory, and the channel was silky, slippery, warm and smooth; his rectum engulfed and surrounded my cock like a hot meaty glove.

In time I was half way or more into him and he began to feel it. Not painfully but some discomfort mixed with horny stimulation made him start a little and I paused, holding still until I felt a very slight, surreptitious push BACKWARDS from him, forcing perhaps a quarter inch more of my thick rod into him!

He was practically begging me to fuck him!

I pushed a little harder then and he did likewise, and finally I slipped all the way in, my balls up against his flawlessly smooth butt, the tight anal ring clinging to the base of my cock, I reveled in the sensation and grew even more heated at the sight of my wiry pubic hair crushed against his white skin.

Now he was anxious as I just held still (it took all the control I had to do it!); finally he began to pull himself up the shaft, only a little, less than an inch; then forced it back down. I wasn't fucking Bobby, he was fucking me. This was what I had wanted.

"Do you want me to do it more, Bobby?"

"Unh!"

"Tell me if you want me to put it all the way in."

"Ok, Ok"

I smiled to myself and pushed it back in then pulled out, slowly s-l-o-w-l-y fucking him in and out. Finally, I pulled all the way out, and held the head against his now relaxed and opened hole.

"Put it back in!" his voice held urgency.

"Are you sure, Bobby? You really want me to keep fucking you?"

"Yeah, do it!"

I had all I needed, so I turned to fucking this smooth boy with all my passion. I lowered myself over him, and he felt my hot breath on his neck, then I stuck out my tongue and began to lick lightly around the back of his neck and his ears. I rested more and more of weight on him, and finally slipped one hand down under him and grasped his swollen young penis in my hand, stroking him.

As I did this I fucked in and out, trying to get deeper and deeper into his body, as I was getting deeper and deeper into his mind and heart.

Now I slipped my other hand to his face, stroking the soft cheek and then turning his head toward me, as I lowered my full weight on him. He was flushed with excitement, and I turned his face to me. I slid my mouth down to his sweet little lips and nibbled a little. After a moment of tension, he relaxed and I slipped my tongue into his sweet mouth, fucking for all I was worth now, but still holding back as much as I could, my orgasm. I probed deeply into his mouth and knew he was mine, he had completely surrendered his body to me. I felt his orgasm begin to grow, then his rectum convulsed and squeezed my swollen rod rhythmically. A moment latter he sagged into the bed, spent; I fucked a little more but within thirty seconds I was spraying my cum into his hot rectal channel!

With both of us in the afterglow, I left my cock in his tight ass; then it began to harden again with the excitement of the smell and feel of this young boy under me and I began to fuck him again. He was getting sore, I could tell but still enjoying the experience.

After a few minutes of this, I pulled my cock out and rimmed him, cleaning up the semen that had leaked out, reached into the headboard again and got a towel and wiped him up as best I could. Then I wiped my again-erect cock with the towel.

I turned the unresisting adolescent over on his back and then did the last thing I needed to own him completely. I shifted around into sixty-nine position, and quickly swallowed his semi-erect cock. As I did, he began to harden fully and I pushed my cock up against his soft lips, waiting, just as I had with his asshole.

For a moment he resisted, started to move his head away, but I reached down and gently put his head back, the rounded knob of my swollen organ against his lips, not forcing it in, merely pressing against his lips a little.

I pulled my mouth off his cock.

"Don't stop!" he said, his voice husky with urgency.

"Sure, Bobby, but you do me too," I said. "Come on, try it, it doesn't taste bad."

And yielding once more, he let the cock slip into his mouth a little at a time, just as had happened with his butt hole!

In no time at all he was moving his soft wet mouth and slippery tongue on my cock! I couldn't believe I was able to get so far, I had expected to be able to fuck him, with the drug, his natural curiosity, and our history of anal stimulation, but I hadn't thought I'd get so far with his mouth.

Well, in no time at all he was lurching his hips up, forcing his young cock deep into my mouth, and I could feel a little pulsing under the skin as he did.

I began to come and Bobby quickly backed off my cock, my come spurting all across his smooth, choirboy face. After a moment's relaxation, I handed him the towel and he wiped the dripping cum off his face, his eyes averted. I turned around and put my arms around him and we both drifted off into sleep.

A few hours later, near dawn, I shook Bobby awake. I told him that I needed to talk to him before the other boys woke up.

Then I opened the drawer in the dresser where the tape recorder was hidden, and played back the sounds of our night. Bobby heard himself assent that he wanted me to keep fucking him, and no one who heard the tape would walk away doubting that he had sucked my cock as well.

I told him that the tape would be put where no one could hear it, but if he was ever tempted to tell his buddies any stories, I'd be glad to let them assess the truth for themselves.

At first Bobby seemed mad, then puzzled, then suddenly he got a big grin on his face and said, "you got me!"

For the next few months then, Bobby continued to come over for his naps, and we added some of our new repertoire of activities to those visits. Not often, but with some regularity Bobby would suck me; much more often I would plumb the tight confines of his sweet tight rectum, kissing him deeply, giving him the occasional hickey; and every time I would take his swollen cock into my mouth and suck out his essence. Within a few weeks I tasted his first real wet orgasm.

That summer Bobby moved across town, but he kept in touch, and about once every month or so his brother and he would come for a sleepover. For a long time, almost a year, nothing would happen on these sleepovers. I thought perhaps Bobby was no longer interested.

Eventually, though, Bobby would make excuses to stay in the living room when his brother went to bed, mostly saying he wanted to watch TV with me. So, just a month before he turned 14, I began having sex with him again, fucking his ass, sucking his cock. And eventually Bobby not only sucked me, but tasted my cum too. The next year he moved out of town, and I have not heard from him since.

He's 16 now, and no doubt he hasn't given up the pleasures I introduced him to. Somebody out there is lucky… if they are also careful and crafty.

Or maybe they were careless, and this dangerous boy owns them, instead.

It was 1974 and an easier time – I was 22 and on my own for the first time in my life; I had my own apartment in Los Angeles.

It was mid morning of a Saturday when the phone rang.

"Hello."

"Uh, Hi (giggle)… is this uh (giggling noises and laughter in the background) the fag?" It was a young girl's voice.

"Oh, hi honey. Yes, this is me, but remember I like to be called gay, not fag."

This girl was about twelve or thirteen, the first time she had called me it was a wrong number. They were trying to call The Queen Mary, a drag bar, so they could harass whoever answered the phone. When she got me by mistake we talked a little and she told me what was up, and I told her I was gay. Since then we'd talked a few more times, mostly answering her curious but fairly friendly questions.

"Oh yeah, well I got some friends here, you want to talk to us?"

Usually I'd have said no, because this sounded like a real crowd, but the sound was also indefinably MALE… so I said, "sure" instead.

The conversation progressed to the point that I discovered the group totaled seven – the girl and a friend, and five boys.

All the boys were thirteen.

And as 13-year-old boys will be, they had a lot of nasty things to say to a 'fag' – most of which I could quickly repartee. They tried very hard to get me to tell them my address, but I figured that would end up in vandalism at best.

Finally I tired of the game, and decided to end it with a really solid put down. I was going to say: "Well, do you guys want blow jobs?" expecting a yes answer, to which I would reply "Well bend down and suck it yourself, assholes!" and then I'd hang up.

But that's not what happened. What happened is, I said:

"Well, do you guys want blowjobs?"

And on the other end of the line was sudden and total silence.

"Aha!" I thought to myself, "They DO want blow jobs!"

The silence began to stretch and suddenly one of the boys picked up the conversations with "Uh, my dad just came in…" and then pretended (very unconvincingly) to be his dad.

"Did you just say something to my son?" he demanded.

"Yes, I did, I asked him if he wanted a blow job. He hasn't answered me yet."

This really flustered the kid – all the kids in fact – and there was a prolonged silence with a lot of whispering in the background. It was all I could do to keep from laughing. They might make fun of me for being a 'faggot', but these boys were ready for it.

Finally I said, "Well, I need to be going now, but be sure you have my number – " I rattled it off twice – "in case you want to answer the question later."

I knew, you see, these boys couldn't say anything in front of the two girls, and maybe not in front of each other, but I made a little bet that I'd get a phone call or two in the next week!

To my surprise it took less than an hour. And it was all five of the boys, calling from one of their houses. The conversation was pretty awkward from their end at first, but after a little I just took charge of it.

"So, I can tell you guys want to get your cocks sucked, why don't you just say so? It's no big deal, you know, every guy wants his cock sucked."

Finally one of them hollered, "Yeah, suck our dicks!" and the rest chimed in, laughing uncertainly.

Well, until that point I didn't know if I would really do it, or if I'd just string them along, but the thought of sucking off five young boys was too much to resist, I got hard instantly when they said it!

"Well, I could do that. We'd have to do it carefully though, wouldn't want to get caught, you know. Where are you guys now?"

They wouldn't tell me, but I finally got the cross-streets nearby so I could figure out the general area.

"Ok, here's what we'll do. I'll meet you guys in one hour at the corner of…" and named an intersection that was about a twenty-minute walk from their area, and which had some other qualifications that would help me out. "… and I need you all to be on the corner then, and no bikes, please, because there'll be no place to leave them."

There was some hesitation and hemming and hawing but they agreed. I wanted no bikes so they couldn't get there ahead of me, and so there wouldn't be an awkward question of where to leave them.

Exactly forty-five minutes later I was at the intersection, the key to a room in a nearby motel in my pocket. A room rented under a false name, at a motel that wouldn't care too much as long as the bill was paid, and it was, in advance. I sat on a bus bench and read a paper and waited for them to arrive. They were a few minutes early and hung out uncertainly about twenty feet [6 m] away, looking around for me. I watched them to be sure they hadn't brought any adults with them, and I wasn't being set-up. Their goofy yet restrained behavior, punctuated by bursts of sudden energy and horseplay convinced me that they were on their own.

At the appointed moment I stood up, walked past them, and suddenly turned around and said, "Hi guys, good to meet you." They turned their astonished faces to me and said in unison, "Uh…"

Maybe I wasn't what they expected, but they were what I expected, what I had hoped for, in all respects. Let me describe them to you, including the names I learned as our meeting progressed:

Alex, was the biggest, looked like a mature 14, almost 15 year old, except for his posture. He was 5-6 [1.68 m], 110 pounds [50 kg] perhaps with dark blonde very longish hair (this was 1974, remember) and brown eyes. Like all the boys, he was in great physical condition, slim and muscular. I later learned all these boys were on the same Little League team the summer before, when they were all 12. It must have been some season.

Hector was smaller, 5-2 [1.57 m] and about 95 lbs.[43 kg], with a real cute, rounded butt, and a dark, Hispanic look.

Leo was my absolute favorite. He was 5 foot even [1.52 m], had very long light blonde hair with bangs across his green eyes. His face was very boyishly cute, with (like most of the others) upturned nose and long lashed eyes. He was very slim and yet clearly muscular. He was wearing a tank-top shirt, which I think were just becoming popular in those days.

David was like a bookend to Leo, same in all proportions but dark eyed, dark-haired, a sultry little beauty with bright, pouting eyes and mouth.

Mark was bit of a puzzle, as he was much less physically matured than his friends, maybe 15 or 20 pounds [7-9 kg] lighter, but quite cute and had a very devilish grin once he relaxed.

The boys crowded around me and I said, "Ok, first thing, everybody has to tell me that it's cool with them to be here, and nobody is here that doesn't want to be." Each boy affirmed it, nervously. I was nervous too being on that street corner in public, but there were few pedestrians and I acted really casual.

"All right then, there's a few rules, we'll talk about them as we go along. No yelling or getting radical is the first one, do just exactly what I say is the next one. That's so things go smooth and nobody gets in trouble, understand?" They all started to relax a little and nodded.

I turned to Alex, and said, "You're the biggest, you're in charge, what's your name?" After being introduced to him, I pointed to the motel, which was a half block down. "See that motel? Here's a key to room 118 on the first floor. I need you guys to go to that room one at a time, so no one notices a whole bunch of kids going in at once, OK? Alex goes first and he'll open the door for each of you. Once you're in the room, just turn on the TV – not too loud(!) and sit down real quietly and wait for me."

Once I was sure they understood, Alex went off and I told the others to wait two minutes apart and then go to the room. I moved off, crossed the street and stood opposite the motel so I could watch for problems. Everything went slick as could be, and once the last boy entered the room, I crossed the street, moseyed up, knocked on the door quietly, and was admitted to a room crowded with very nervous, horny boys.

"Hey, that was great guys, you did it really well. Now let's get to what we came here for. Here's how we'll do this. We're all going to take off our clothes – all of our clothes, and you guys will take quick showers, OK? Cause I don't want to suck any dirty dicks!" I grinned, and they smiled uncertainly. "When you take off your clothes, fold them up into a neat pile, and set it over there" – I pointed to the floor between the bed and one wall –"and get in line for the shower, two in the shower at once."

"Now, here's some important rules. First, nobody gets dressed until everybody is ready. Nobody leaves until we're all done here. Nobody gets a second blow job until everybody gets a first one. OK?" Well, they hardly knew what to say, they were so excited by the last part – not one blowjob, but seconds! A couple of the boys were excitedly rubbing their crotches and I could see hard young bulges on all of them.

Knowing it would take a little to get the ball rolling, I quickly stripped off my shirt, and kicked off my shoes, pretending not to notice that they were all standing still, staring at me, then pretended to notice. "Well, what are you waiting for? You got to take your clothes off to get your dick sucked you know!" and I proceeded to pull my jeans off, showing my hard cock as I had no underwear. Two of the boys quickly began to shed their clothes, one hesitantly, while Leo and David stared open-mouthed at my mancock!

But quickly the other boys were naked and Leo and David awoke enough to begin to strip while I heard the first two boys, Alex and Hector, in the shower. "Just a quick rinse, guys, make sure you're clean all over but do it fast."

Within five minutes all the boys had showered and were trying to dry themselves off with the two threadbare towels, two hand-towels, and two washcloths.

Finally, all were standing in the room, naked and hard. "Who's first?" I inquired.

Suddenly, Alex flopped down on the bed, and excitedly stated "Me!"

"OK! Lay down closer to the foot of the bed, so your legs dangle off… now spread them apart real good…" and I knelt down, my cock so hard and dripping I thought it'd burst. As I spread his thighs a little further, the other boys crowded around several of them putting their heads close to mine – and Alex' cock.

Quickly, I leaned forward, and licked his tight scrotum, my tongue circling around the base of his balls, savoring the smooth skin and aroma, then licking wide swipes across the corrugated sac, then up the length of his rather well-developed cock, almost five inches [12½ cm] long but not very thick. I circled my tongue around the head a few times and felt the boy experience a frisson of pleasure, then I slipped the round, silky head into my mouth, swirling my tongue as I did. The other boys were incredibly excited by this, and three moved even closer to watch the cock-to-mouth action while another jumped on the bed near Alex's chest and looked from above the circle of heads. All the boys were solidly hard, with their young dicks pointing straight up.

I slid my mouth slowly down on Alex, swirling my tongue again as I went, feeling it swell to an even harder state of erection. Almost immediately I could taste the leaking of precum from this boy-man's cock. Moving down, I finally shoved my nose into his light brown pubic hair, all of it above his cock, and slipped my hands up to his tight abdomen and belly, both with athletic development, and stroked lightly up his tummy until I encountered his tight little nipples then slid my hands down his sides as I sucked slowly up and down his rigid cock, feeling it swell and pulse with excitement.

I cupped his taught-sacked testicles and caressed the smooth balls gently as I sucked. The other boys were overcome with excitement as I worked my mouth up and down on the five incher [12½ cm], my lips clinging wetly to the hard flesh of his lovely rod. In no time at all he lurched upward twice, I heard his excited breath and felt the muscles in his crotch turn to stone. He pressed a third time and I tasted his sweet hot cream as it spurted against the roof of my mouth. I didn't swallow it at first, just held it in my mouth and let it coat his whole hard cock as the spurts spread his warm cum into me.

I felt him sag down a little, relaxing, and I began to slowly suck up the shaft, letting a little of the cum coat his rod as I pulled up, then made a show of licking it all off and cleaning his head and balls with my tongue as the boys watched in amazement.

By this time the others were so excited they could not contain themselves! Alex sat up then moved away on the bed.

"Ok, who's next?" Three of the four jumped up and shouted "Me!" but Leo, the lovely little green-eyed blonde literally hopped and landed his butt right in front of me, his legs already spread and pulled up at the knee, his not-quite-four-inches [10 cm] straining up toward his hairless navel!

So I began to lick his slightly slimmer, notably shorter young rod, reveling in the smell of his pubescent crotch, toying lightly with his very light brown bush, so thin, so soft. I went to his balls and took his whole hairless scrotum in my mouth and he moaned. After a few seconds of this, he slipped his hands behind his head and looked at me. "Just SUCK!" he ordered. So that's what I did, of course.

Running my hands across the stomach and feeling the crotch of this golden-haired angel was incomparable! And in less than a minute his young, excited penis was beating out a tattoo in my mouth, his sweet little load mixing with what was left of big Alex's in a taste treat that defies description. When I was done, he pushed my head down on him again though, and had me suck for a while longer before relinquishing his place to sultry Hector.

Hector, being macho and dark, acted a bit aloof until I just sat back on my haunches looking at him. He couldn't stare me down, but he did keep staring, an unsmiling but solid stare, then he said, "Suck my DICK!" and I couldn't resist doing this thirteen year old's bidding. Hector was a bit dark-skinned and his balls were decidedly more chocolate than the previous two boys. His cock was the same size as Leo's though, and had a lovely ridge to the head, which got very large as I sucked. In all too brief a time, though, he too was spending his sweetness in my wet, sucking mouth, holding my head down, demanding "swallow it, swallow that stuff!" I had no choice, so I complied.

Then David, dark and bright-eyed, mischievous twinkle in his eye replaced with a glazed horniness, but his body and rod as delightful in their darker-haired but fair complected way as Leo's. Less than twenty seconds of sucking had him ready, but I had slipped a finger down to his tight little anus and found he readily admitted the tip, so I could feel the muscles there contracting and clamping down as he joyously sprayed his seed into my mouth.

Finally it was little Mark's turn, and I saw his penis too was less developed than his bigger buddies; about three inches [7½ cm] with just the lightest sprinkling of hair you can imagine, and uncut to boot. Well, I licked all of his hairless little crotch, then tongued his cock and swallowed it. He shot in no time, a little load but a tasty one. His hole was so tight I could only set a finger up against it, never getting it to spread at all.

Having sucked each of the boys off once, I took a few sips from a coke I'd left in the room, as the boys waited to recover. The whole thing had taken less than ten minutes for the five of them! Alex was already hard and ready again, as was Leo, but this time I knew I could take a little longer, and I did. Still, it wasn't more than twenty or twenty-five minutes before all the boys had had a second helping and were a bit tired and sleepy, though still, I knew they could be quite horny with a little imagination on my part.

"OK, that's twice guys, anybody ready for thirds?" They all smiled but no one was quite "up" to it yet, so I said, "Well, who wants their assholes licked while they wait?"

There was stunned silence in the room, but Leo was stretched out on the bed half turned over, so I simply slid over and took his young thighs in my hands, reveling in the smoothness, and turned him further.

So I began to massage the naked 13 year old, and did a thorough job, but eventually massaged up the back of his legs, then took each leg fully into my hands and stretched it as I massaged, moving my hands farther up and in until his taught ballsac was against the back of one hand. Then I switched to the other leg and did the same, and began doing long strokes on his back and that gorgeous little butt. As I released each leg, I set it fairly wide apart from the other, so that his cheeks were spread, and I fairly gasped as I looked down between his cheeks, seeing his hairless, red little anus, the smooth curve of his cheeks, the hairless ridge of skin running from the bottom of his crack to the base of his smooth-looking and very tight balls.

In short order, I was stroking the inner thighs, starting at one knee, going up to his crotch, and down the other to the opposite knee. My hands slipped lower at the apex of their travel and I squeezed the hard muscle under that silky skin ridge, detecting thereby that he was hard once again. Then, after a few trips, I was boldly fingering his sweet balls and rubbing his crotch directly. In response, he pushed his butt back to meet my touch and lifted to give me better access to his balls.

So I slipped my head down and licked the top of his crack, seeing him jerk a little in response and the other boys were once again amazed and startled. I spread his legs a bit and licked deeper and farther.

Then I figured it was time, so I spread the legs a little more, fingered those smooth balls as they were exposed, and then slipped my tongue right into his clean and pink little hole!

This time I did it right, licking long strokes the full length of his butt, probing the hole with tongue and fingers (all the way in, and boy did it feel nice in there!) and finally just sealing my mouth over the hole, sucking the flesh into my mouth and tonguing for all I was worth. As I did he flexed his butt upward, into my mouth! He was surely enjoying this!

I continued for quite a while, licking up and down, going all the way down to his sweet balls, reaching under him (he lifted to allow easy access) and pulled his stiff penis out between his legs and then licked it, especially the tip. There was not a single inch of his crotch that went untouched!

I rolled him over and began mouthing his balls, but he was too horny to wait any longer; "Suck!" he said, and suck is what I did. And again it took almost no time, maybe fifteen to thirty seconds, and he was pulsing and squirming and I could taste his sweet something as he arched his back and shoved his lovely young cock deep into my mouth!

I looked up and saw him, exhausted, eyes glazed, gave him a last few licks and then pulled off.

Well, as you can imagine, it was only a few seconds before another boy presented himself, and in the next half hour I did all but one boy, that being Hector, who seemed fascinated yet unwilling to bare his butt to my tongue. He did get excited enough to allow me to blow him once again, though.

Especially exciting was licking little Mark, whose more immature body was reflected in his utterly hairless crack and little reddish flower, his butt was so sweetly rounded, and I had to spread him very wide to be able to get my head in there; I nearly shot off.

At this point the boys horniness was flagging, but I knew how to arouse them yet again.

"Hey, guys, I'm really horny, do you mind if I take a minute or two to jack off before we do anything more?" Of course, my mandick was hard as steel and had been dripping and throbbing for the last hour as I did boy after boy, acting out my deepest fantasies. And that had not escaped their notice, I had seen a number of close glances and examinations of my crotch, ass and body in general by various boys. One or two I was sure would have liked to touch me, and would have done it had the others not been present.

There was no objection, so I laid down on the bed and the boys circled me, at first a little way back, but quickly moving forward to get a ring-side seat. They were interested in my hairy balls and my big dick, and I masturbated a little, then lost control, and quickly shot spurt after spurt of jism, it literally fountained out of me, several shots hitting the wall behind the bed. They were astonished, couldn't take their eyes away!

After wiping up with a towel (and noticing several of the boys staring curiously at my cum as I did), I got another drink and relaxed a minute. The boys were chattering, Hector especially, saying "did you see that!" and such things.

"Well, guys, I've done the things I wanted to do – now you guys should tell me to do whatever you want that I haven't done… anything with my mouth goes."

They weren't as inventive as you'd think, but the best idea they came up with was sucking two of them at a time, then they made a rule that every boy had to participate, and set an order biggest to smallest. So I started with Alex and Hector, then did Hector and Leo, then Leo and David, then David and Mark, then Mark and Alex… sucking each for a minute or so (they were very excited by the action, but a little worn out from their previous orgasms), as one lay on the bed and the other crouched between his legs, leaning back on his haunches, pressing the young cocks together. Actually, I am sure they were getting off, not just on the sexual slavery they subjected me to, not merely on my sucking mouth, but on the contact between them too!

This would continue in rotation until one boy or another felt ready to shoot, which he would then do. First Alex dropped out, then little Mark. I was doing Leo and David, my favorite combination, when David went off, and Leo shot only a second later, excited by his little friend's orgasm. So I took Hector in my mouth solo, but turned his legs up and licked from hole to tip and back many times, mouthing his balls then finally going down on his delicious young rod until he spasmed yet again.

Somewhere in there I licked some nipples and navels, finger fucked most of the boys (Hector, again, held out, but you know these macho boys, had I ever fucked him he'd never stop getting it in the ass…) and did a few armpits.

Under orders from Alex, little Mark had to french with me at one point, which both he and I thought was pretty hot.

Finally, each boy had had at least four orgasms, some as many as six, and it was late afternoon. I slipped a piece of paper in each boys pocket with my phone number on it, dressed myself, and left the room to the five naked kids – I wouldn't let them get dressed until I was gone – telling them to watch TV or do whatever they liked. Then I reached between the mattresses and retrieved my watch and wallet (I hadn't really trusted them, you know) and was out the door.

It took two days before I got any calls. I never did get all five together at once, but once we started butt fucking, I got… Well, a story for another time, huh? Let's just say, the boys all got into more individually or two at a time than five-on-one.

previously published as "You Bet!"

It all started because of the Loma Prieta earthquake, I figure. I mean, that's what lead to the Giants losing, which is why Greg Landowski had to kiss Javier Quiros's butt behind the gym, which is how I ended up doing… well, what I did.

The thing is, Greg figured the Giants to win, but Javier was all for the A's, and he bet they'd sweep the series. Now, really that was a dumb bet, I figured the A's too but never a sweep. Anyhow, they bet on it and the daring kinda got out of hand, and they agreed the loser would kiss the winner's butt with almost the whole 8th grade boys gym class watching. So along comes the earthquake, the series gets all screwed up, the Giants can't even play a home game because Candlestick is wrecked, and everybody's rhythm is all screwed up. So the A's end up winning the series 4 games to zip, and there's Greg, on his knees, looking at Javier's brown cheeks and planting a big smacker on each one, while we all stood around and cheered. Man, I don't think Greg is ever going to live that one down!

Me, I made $18 on that series, which is why I was dumb enough that winter to make the bet I did.

It was pretty near the end of season, when my best friend Charlie Oliver got into an argument with me about the 49ers. Now, I personally hate those damn fags, but I had no intention of betting against them, I was just jerking Charlie's chain. It's the kind of thing I have to do to keep even with him, because he was 14 already and in the ninth grade at our Junior High, and I was only 13. He must have liked me a lot to hang out with me, actually we had lots of fun, riding our bikes in the woods, playing in an old log fort we put together, and we did a lot of stuff at my house on my computer. But ninth graders usually don't hang out with 8th graders and when they do it's so they can be on top. But Charlie wasn't too bad that way – until I lost the bet, of course. Usually he'd try to push me around a little and I'd push back one way or another and it pretty much evened out, maybe I took the down side a little more, but he was fourteen so I didn't expect to win that much.

Oh, yeah, I'm Jeremy, Jeremy Squires, but I got the nickname 'Squirm' outta that. Mostly my name, but also partly because I'm a small kid, only 4-7 [1.40 m] and 80 pounds [36 kg] last year, and for as long as I can remember when the other kids needed a kid to go through a window – like when we got into the Nickerson's house after they moved – they had me do it. So I was Squirm, cause I could squirm in where no one else can.

Anyway, we were in his room and he was ragging on how good the 'Niners were, and I was sick of it, and I told him half the AFC could beat their butts, which got him mad and he started making fun of me for saying it (well, it was stupid, they were a great team and there wasn't much chance for the AFC) and he finally said he'd bet me they'd win the Super Bowl. Well hell, I already figured they were going to win the Super Bowl, they had just won the year before, so I said maybe I'd bet him, but he'd have to give me something.

Looking back of course it's easy to see a bad bet, but the 'Niners had only beaten Cincinnati the year before by coming from behind in the last two minutes to scrape out a 20-16 win. So I figured odds weren't gonna do it, but I would probably have a good chance if he'd give me some points.

"You're so sure they're so good, how about some points, Olive Oyl?"

He hates when I call him that. I knew he'd say something stupid.

"You want points, OK, I don't even care who they play, I'll give you twenty points!"

Wow, I figured I had him with that one, because they might not even make it TO the Super Bowl.

"Done!" and we shook, but then we both realized we hadn't made an actual amount on the bet. Charlie was such a big fan of those assholes – but he began to think maybe he'd given too many points, so he just wanted to make it a fiver bet. I was trying for a lot more of course, because I thought I was way likely to win, but neither of us would give any odds.

So we went almost a week arguing about the bet we really didn't have and got into one fistfight about it, well not a bad one, really, just we started wrestling and I ended up with a stone in my side and got mad and hit him in the face so he hit me back. But anyway, I can't even remember how things escalated in our negotiations until we were positioned a little differently. By this time Charlie was demanding either odds or a scaled payout depending on the actual score.

Then I remembered the bet that Greg Landowski had made, and I told him he could kiss my butt if I won, and he laughed and then he was quiet for a while, then he said he had a better idea.

"Huh?"

"If the 'Niners don't make it to the Super Bowl, I owe you thirty bucks, and I'll do a Landowski," he said, "If they lose the bowl, I lose. If they win by more than twenty points, you are the loser. Anything in between, no bet."

"Fifty bucks and kiss my butt in front of all the ninth graders."

He had this funny look on his face, like he wasn't sure he wanted to say what he was going to say. "No, it's more. The twenty point deal is blowjobs." he said.

"What do you mean?"

"The loser has to give the winner blowjobs. Like, for a month."

I was stunned into silence, I didn't know how far I was I willing to go, but my young hormones were raging enough to make me pretty competitive in this macho match. Still, I remembered Greg Landowski and how he couldn't even get a burger in the lunch line without somebody talking about him eating buns, so I thought a minute and I said, "Maybe, but it has to be a secret, nobody else knows. Ever." and as the silence dragged out, while we both considered what we were committing to, I blurted out "and I want thirty points, Ollie!"

To my surprise, he said, "OK, thirty points or more, you lose; if the 'Niners lose, I lose. Loser gives the winner blowjobs, after school, Saturday, Sunday, as many as the winner wants, one day for every point he loses by, so long as nobody else knows!"

Well, I was getting confused, but I figured, no way the 'Niners were gonna win the Super Bowl by 30 points. In fact, the more I thought about it, the more I was convinced we had a mutual face-saver here, a no-lose/no-win solution, because even I knew the 'Niners probably wouldn't lose. Plus, it would be so cool if they did lose! Of course, I didn't really think Charlie would suck my dick more than once or twice, but… we had jacked off together a bunch of times, and stroked each other off a few times too. Always in the dark, though.

"Deal, shake on it!" and before either of us could think much more we did. Then we agreed that the loser would go to the winner's house right after the game to start paying up.

Well, the 'Niners did make it to the bowl, and Charlie started razzing me but I saw Elway and the Broncos were going, and I figured Elway was as good a quarterback as there was and the Broncos had won a lot of tough games to get there, so worst case I figured a no-bet, and with the Cincinnati near-miss the year before, best case, I figured I might get a couple blowjobs, maybe two days worth, until Charlie rebelled.

Still, when that Sunday rolled around, I was pretty nervous, but I had laid a lot of side bets, and made a bundle on the playoffs – Junior High kids are such jerks, they always bet on the teams they like and can't figure the odds at all – so I wasn't really worried. I watched the game with my dad.

But by the time the phone rang at halftime I was feeling pretty sick to my stomach. It was Charlie, he was in high form.

"Hey Squirm, why not head over here now, you can get a head start!" he giggled at his own pun, which took me a minute to catch.

"You're dreaming," I said, "No way the lead is gonna be 30 points, Denver will start scoring in the second half. But I agree, you won't lose, so why not just call it off now?"

Well, he wasn't buying that.

So I was actually sitting on the bed in Charlie's room when the game ended, but of course it had ended a long time before.

I couldn't believe it, I was almost in total shock. 55-10, forty-five points, less my thirty-point margin meant I was supposed to blow Charlie every time he wanted for fifteen days.

Charlie was on the bed too, and had been trying to talk me into blowing him for the last twenty minutes before the final gun, but I wouldn't say anything or do anything. But when the game ended and they started to interview people on the sidelines, Charlie said, "Well, Squirm, one thing's sure – you ain't going to Disneyland! In fact, you're going to Charlie-Land!" and he grabbed his crotch.

I didn't say anything, but Charlie was hard as hell in his sweatpants, and he pulled the drawstring and lowered the waistband. His smooth cock was sticking up out of the fly of his boxers and it was all red and he was really excited. But Charlie's a smart guy and I think he knew he had to play it right – or I'd back out, which I was thinking pretty much I'd do. Maybe I'd just give him the fifty bucks instead or just tell him he was crazy.

But Charlie sat there with his hot rod sticking up and I was looking at it and starting thinking it didn't look all that bad, and then he was saying real quietly "C'mon Squirm, you made the bet, you gotta pay up ya know. I'd have done you if I lost."

Well, I dunno really how it happened, but after a while I sort of nodded and said, "Oh, OK, I said I'd do it."

Well, that got Charlie really excited and he jumped up and pulled off his pants and boxers all at once, then layed back against his pillow and spread his legs wide. So's he could get a good view. Now I could see his cock was about 5 inches [12½ cm] or so and he had a little spread of hair above it. His balls were tight and he didn't have any hair otherwise except down on his lower legs. He pulled up his 'Niner's tee shirt until his nipples were showing, then said kinda squeaky, "well, go ahead, man, do it!"

So I closed my eyes and stuck my head down there, and in a minute I could feel the heat from his dick on my face, and without thinking, cause I'd probably have backed out if I did think, I opened my mouth and felt his silky smooth hard rod slip into my mouth. It felt warm and actually kind of nice, and there was smell there that wasn't bad, though it made me feel a little queasy. I started to suck a little and he got real excited and I could actually feel the veins and stuff, like the rim of the head, on my cheeks and tongue. The taste wasn't bad really, actually at first I didn't really taste anything, but there was suddenly something a little sweet and salty and I pulled back and said, "what was that, did you come?" Now I know it was his precum, but I didn't realize it then, because he didn't make much when we jacked off and it was dark, and I didn't think about it anyway.

He said, "Nuh, uh, no – keep on sucking, man, please!"

So I did suck it back in and then I went up and down a few more times and all of a sudden I could just feel it jerk and expand and get bigger and now it was so hard in my mouth I was sort of fascinated, mesmerized I guess. It really started to get me feeling pretty jazzed in a funny way, I was hard in my jeans, and the whole thing was distracting and sort of unreal and that's probably why I didn't react when I felt the strong pulses as they rolled across my tongue and cheeks. The boner felt really good because of them, and it was really, really hard now as they traveled along it, and I sort of sucked harder, to get more of the feeling, as it was buried pretty deep in my mouth. So I was not realizing at first that was actually Charlie coming, until a few seconds later when the taste hit me and I realized my mouth was full of fluid.

Without thinking really I just gulped and then the taste was even stronger, though Charlie was done shooting by this time, as the sperm flowed all over my mouth and hit my taste buds in a major way and I was just detached and excited. It really, to be honest with you, tasted sort of nice.

And the best part of it all was, I suddenly realized that, even though I was doing the cocksucking, I was controlling things and Charlie was sort of, well, it was kind of like he was doing what I wanted him to, even though I was the one who had to suck. Does that make any sense? I mean, I know this is fucked up, but that's how it felt.

Which is hard to understand, but you got to or you won't figure why I did it twice more that evening before I had to go home. Or twice the next day, Monday, after school. And then it was once on Tuesday but three times Wednesday. Each time, Charlie would just say "Ok, let's go do the bet." And I would go, hang my head sort of, but really I was starting to enjoy it, especially when Charlie had me get naked too and would jack me off sometimes. I think he knew he had to keep things more even or I'd back out and he was really getting into the blowjobs after the first couple of days. Anyway, he'd usually just take off his clothes and lay down and spread and look at me kinda eagerly, and I'd do it.

On Thursday we couldn't do anything, my mom said I had to come home early to go shopping with her. We had been doing it in his room since his folks both work and aren't home after school. But after school got out Friday, we headed to the log fort.

When we got there, Charlie decided to act differently, maybe because we weren't in the house. We were checking the fort out to see if anybody else had used it in the past week or so – sometimes kids do and leave stuff there, or bums come in, we found a half pint of really awful wine in there once and thought we were drunk on it. When I turned around, Charlie had his pants down to his thighs, his boner sticking right up and he looked really excited.

"Come suck me, Squirm, I want a blowjob." He said it like he was high, or like this was the last day of school before summer vacation or something. He was a little power drunk I reckon. Anyway, the other times it was just eagerness, but this time he was – commanding.

I coulda backed out right then. I mean, what I had done for him was in the bet, but he had been doing something too, and –well, I dunno how to explain it, up to that point I was on more or less even terms with him, I was just the unlucky guy who lost the bet, and we were really just good buds, you know? And there was that control thing, where I was in control of his pleasure, I could make him 'squirm'.

But there was something else this time, and I coulda backed out like I said. I didn't think about it much, I just sort of let him order me. As I was sucking him he was really excited, and I think it was about ordering me around. This time he told me to do some other things, he didn't just lie back – well, duh, he was standing up – but he started telling me to use my tongue on his head, and things like that. And he had me lick his balls, which actually I didn't mind, but the last thing – he made me get naked and he kept all his clothes on, then he told me he was gonna tie my hands behind my back, then did it with some old rope we had in the fort.

I wasn't so sure about that, but actually it seemed like fun, and then he held my head in his hands and pulled my head up and down his cock and suddenly I had this sinking feeling that I was like a slave and then we both sort of shivered and he popped off, his dick squirmed (!) and he started saying "Swallow it, swallow it cocksucker!"

Well, hell, I'd been swallowing it all week long, nine times so far, so there wasn't really anything different but the rope, still… it sort of felt different, you know?

And when he was done he didn't untie me, in fact he tied me to one of the posts, which I told him he shouldn't but I didn't really yell or raise a ruckus, I didn't figure I had to, I wasn't really like afraid or anything. Well, maybe a little, cause when you are 13 you never know when a bigger kid might get mean, only with Charlie we were matched enough and even enough that until I had my hands tied I never felt that way. But with being naked in the woods and tied up, I wasn't so sure.

But Charlie just went out and peed in the bushes and then came in and looked at me and laughed. Then he came over, and acted real cocky, but I didn't think he'd hurt me, and then he reached his hand down to my balls and started playing with them just a little, it felt real nice, and he was stroking them with his fingertips real real light, then I was totally boned and he played the same way with that.

"I got you at my mercy, cocksucker, I can make you squirm!" he said, which was pun of course, too. I didn't say anything, I wasn't real scared but just a little and he could tell. "I can make you do what I want to."

"Well, you can make me suck your dick, that was the bet… what else do you want me to do, anyway?" I shrugged.

"Nothing." Then I was totally surprised, because of all of a sudden Charlie got down on his knees in front of me and was staring my dick right in the eye, and then he slipped his mouth down on me!

"Whuuuf" the wind went right outta me I was so surprised.

He sucked up and down real good a couple times, and then backed off and said, "I can do anything I want to you! I can even make you come!"

And then he sucked me again and it took NO time at all and then I was coming! He pulled off as soon as I started to shoot, but he let me squirt on his face then looked at the tip of my dick , which is smaller than his about four inches [10 cm] hard, and kinda slim, and rubbed it across his cheeks, spreading the sperm all over them and his nose.

I was kinda sagging back, a little tired from a most excellent sling, when he put his face up to me, my little bit of cum streaked all over it.

"Lick it off."

Wow, did that turn me on. It was like a switch flipped inside me, and I was trembling and so excited when I stuck out my tongue that it was shaking like mad, and I was shivering from the cold and the orgasm and the excitement, which got me hard again instantly.

And I licked across his face, which is, by the way, kinda easy on the eyes, and got all my sperm and it was no big deal swallowing it all but he had me french him too, and I was like so excited I didn't know what to do, I felt like I was somehow leaking all over, from every pore, I felt like I had been filled with high pressure water, yeah, and it was just leaking out all over the place. I never felt like that before in my life.

And Charlie, wow he was hot again too, he started rubbing against my front, both of hard as hell as we kissed and he licked the inside of my mouth and made me do it to him too. Then he ordered me to blow him.

"Suck my cock, Squirm. Do it real good."

"Ok, Charlie"

"Ok, master," he said, "You're my slave until the bet's done!"

"OK, Master" And I felt like, wow, that was such a powerful thing to say. I wasn't sure I was ever gonna get to be even with Charlie again.

And then he untied me from the post and ordered me to blow him again, and he came such a wopper! I almost strangled from all the cum!

Then he laid me down, and took me real gentle and blew me off and I think he swallowed too, but I was like delirious from all this so I don't really recollect exactly.

Well, after that I blew him about three or four times a day and whenever we could do the slave thing we did, but he always sucked me off once or twice and kissed me. The only thing I wouldn't do was lick his butt hole, but then after he licked mine I said I would think about it sometime.

He made me do it for sixteen days, because of that Thursday I missed. Then he made a sucker bet on the Bulls, and I knew and he knew he would lose, but there it was, he offered "Blowjobs for a month" and we both knew why.

He likes to make me Squirm.

It was a Friday night, and Richard and Gary's dad was out of town on business, when we first played the suck slave game.

I was sleeping over, because Richard and I are friends; we go to school together. We were 14 then. Gary is Richard's brother of course – he was 16.

The thing you need to know is that one day near the start of our freshman year I met Richard in the cafeteria at lunch. We were kidding around and joking, though we didn't know each other much. I'd noticed him in PE class, in the locker room; he had a real red dick and I was attracted to it. Also, I liked his real short cropped brown hair.

I don't remember what I said but it was a joking kind of put down. He laughed and then he said, "You shouldn't cut me down like that – you might have to blow me back up!" and he laughed real loud. To him it was just a joke, but to me it was exciting, because, though I had only sucked one or two times before and was ony thirteen just then, I knew it was something I sort of wanted to do to him.

So as we walked out of the cafeteria, I said, "Well, do you have a quarter?" I figured that was half a joke and I was right. He laughed and then a little bit later he said, "Hey, were you serious about that?" I didn't say anything for a long time, which I'm sure was a giveaway, before I said, "Nah, I was just kidding."

Well, we still got to be friends and after a while I did suck him, behind the curtains on the stage at one end of the gym. We were back there one day, sort of ditching class because it was dodge ball, which bored him and scared me because I was small and other boys liked to pick on me. So we went behind the curtains and we were dressed out for PE in our gym shorts and jockeys and we started talking and talked about jacking off and got kind of horny, then we showed our boners to each other. Richard could tell I was real interested and kept his out a long time, then told me to look at it real close up. When I got real close, I put it in my mouth and sucked him for a minute or two, then pulled off, and then we both jacked off back there.

After that, he was hot and cold to me. Sometimes we were buddies, sometimes he made fun of me in front of other guys, but never told what I had done. One night he slept over at my place and I did it again, this time a long time until he came, and I spit it out, but later that night he jacked me off and even put my dick in his mouth a little bit. But then he looked sick and disgusted and wouldn't do it again that night.

After a while though we both sucked each other, I loved his nice sleek red cock, it was so satiny soft, and I played with his soft small bush and got to where I would taste his come and swallow a little bit of it, though I didn't let him know I was doing that, I pretended to spit it all out. His balls were almost hairless and he was kind of cute.

One night I stayed over at his house, and we were getting to be pretty good friends by this time. He didn't seem to really love sucking me like I did him, but we did it now and then and he had stopped making fun of me. We were sleeping in his room, which he shared with his brother, on the floor and late in the night we jacked each other off and his brother saw and joined us, then watched while we 69'd. He was real turned on and got me to suck him a little bit, but I wouldn't let him go all the way.

So that's how it was the night I slept over when their dad was gone. Their mom had died a long time before, and he thought it would be okay for Rich and Gary to be alone since Gary was 16 and they had an aunt and uncle across town if they needed an adult. So Rich invited me to sleep over and I did, though I don't think it was allowed or their dad knew I was going to be there or anything.

I don't remember who suggested it first, I think it was Gary, but one of said let's play some cards, so we did, sitting on Gary's big waterbed, and as might happen with any young teenage boys we started to play strip poker. Now, I gotta say we didn't think in terms of fags or anything like that; even though I sort of thought I liked sucking too much, we all three of us thought of these things as just messing around and having fun. Oh, also, we had all been drinking beer and were kind of drunk already.

As we played it, you took off one piece of clothes each hand you lost. About half way through, Gary said, "hey, I know, the loser has to suck the winners. When you're naked you get one more hand to play and have to blow if you lose it."

We all sort of grinned and dared each other and bragged about how we'd make the other do it. That's really how it escalated. By the time we were done, it was that the loser had to blow the other two "all night long, as much as they want, whenever they want." I wasn't sure I wanted to agree but I was real surprised when Richard said, "Yah, ok! I'll do it if I lose, how about you, Phil?" And I found myself agreeing, reluctantly and yet was thrilled underneath. Gary was winning at that point and it was his idea, so he agreed too.

Well, I didn't know if I wanted to lose or win, but in the end I did lose. I was naked and hard, and at that time I was pretty cute kid; this wasn't long after my fourteenth birthday.

Well as soon as I lost the deciding hand, Gary was pulling his sweat pants off and his jockeys down so he only had his t-shirt on (he hadn't lost many hands) and his big teenage cock sprang up. It was really great looking, and I couldn't take my eyes off it. He was, like Richard, very fair skinned and his hair was light brown but he had a great tan and was very athletic. Richard was just like that too. Richard had only his shorts and t-shirt on and he pulled the shorts off right away too. They both were real excited and Gary said, "come on, do it", but I shrugged and must have looked real doubtful about it. I took a big drink of my third beer, then I said real low and shaky "Oh, OK" and I looked down at my feet.

"Yeah!" said Gary, "Me first!" and he laid back on the bed and spread his legs wide apart, his six incher [15 cm] sticking up towards his belly button. It helped that he wasn't too hairy down there, he hardly had any more hair than Richard did, and his dick was just as red even though it was thicker and longer. So with a little more verbal prodding ["Come on, its fair, you lost… we'd do it if we lost… just for fun, OK?"] from them both, I positioned between Gary's smooth, almost hairless and muscular thighs, and took his cock into my mouth, working my tongue over the silky head.

Gary got real excited and thrust his hips up while I worked my young mouth on his swollen young manhood; I don't think I sucked more than a minute when he said, "Richie go get some towels" and as Rich got off the bed, he suddenly pushed my head down on his cock and started to shoot in my mouth. I let him shoot, his hot cream spurting against the roof of my mouth and tasting it with my tongue, but determined not to swallow it. As he finished, he began to relax and lay back, and I pulled off, grabbed a towel from Richard and spit the cream into it, then used it to wipe my mouth and lips.

Then Gary ordered me to wipe his cock and abdomen clean and I did it, feeling a little bit queasy and disgusted and yet – I have to say I was burning red with embarrassment at the same time I was burning with secret satisfaction and excitement.

Before I could adjust much, Rich laid down next to his relaxed big brother, spread his legs, stuck his hands behind his head and said, "Ok, now blow me!" When I didn't respond right away, Gary got up and said, "Come on, boy, you're our suck slave tonite, remember? As many times as we want, all night long!" and he grinned and I just lowered my eyes and went down on Richard's four inch [10 cm] boycock. His hairless thighs were tight on my face, his tight smooth balls bumping into my chin as I worked my mouth on him. It took him a lot less time than Gary to come and then they were both grinning and we were all popping another beer, and they had me chug mine, so by the time they were finished with theirs I was feeling pretty drunk and they were pretty happy, and they had me service them again, sucking each one and this time licking their balls and thighs too. Each came in my mouth again, and then I looked at the clock and it was after one, and we played some cards and drank some more beer and then there I was, laying between Richard's legs and licking and sucking avidly up and down on his silken young boy rod, tonguing the head and licking and sucking and taunting it until he shot again, and this time, though they didn't know it, I swallowed just a little tiny bit of his stuff.

Somewhere in there they took off their tee shirts and when I sucked one the other one would put his face right next to mine to watch the dick going in and out of my mouth. Sometimes one would play with the other's nipples while I was sucking. And by this time, my inhibitions about it were gone, but I was pretty tired even though I had to do Gary again. While I was blowing him off, Rich fell asleep and it was after two am when Gary came in my mouth for the third time and I wiped him clean. We were both pretty sleepy but he ordered me to lick and suck on his balls and I did that for a while then he was swollen hard again and he said, "Suck time!" and I blew him once more, for the fourth time, and he ordered me to lick his brother, but Rich complained he wanted to sleep, and so I fell asleep between the two of them, my head on Rich's stomach.

When I woke up it was just past dawn and Gary was shaking me awake.

"Time for another blowjob, Phil!"

But I said, "No, it was all night long, and its not night anymore."

"Aww, come on, its not time to get up yet, so its still the night; still peener time!" he argued.

"Uh Uh, its light out its not night anymore."

"Come on, just one more time, OK?" he pleaded, but I again refused. Richie woke up and heard all this and then he said, "Tell you what, you do it once more for each of us then that's all, and I'll suck you once."

Well, I was very horny since I hadn't come at all, so I said, "OK, but this is the last time!" Once again, Gary lay back and I engulfed his hot teenager's cock in my mouth, slowly licking up and down on it, working my tongue on it as I did. After a minute or two, he said, "Hey, I'll make you a deal, Phil. You suck it all the way and Rich too, but this time, you swallow it," his voice was husky with excitement, "and if you do that, we'll play again next week and guarantee you'll be a winner, and one of us will suck you all night long." I hesitated, but Richard chimed in excitedly, "Yah, that's a good deal for you, Phil." And so I nodded, not taking the big dick from my mouth, and continued my sensual working on it.

My acquiescence and the thought of having me drink his sperm excited Gary so that he shot quickly despite the fact that it was his – what, 5th? load. There wasn't too much but I dutifully gulped it, and then he made me lick him clean this time, then had me service his little brother yet again and I loved it when I swallowed his sweet stuff, it was much nicer feeling his tight crotch convulse and his cock pulse as it pumped the cum into mouth. I guess I'd sort of wanted to swallow all of his load for a while.

So Rich went down on me and pulled off as I shot my load, it was a whopping big one since I hadn't shot all night, and it sprayed all over his face and his hair and there were strings of cum attaching him to the tip of my dick, and I reached down and rubbed it in his face and hair and Gary laughed and did the same, and we were all laughing and then went and took showers.

Well, the next weekend we did it again only this time Richie lost and had to do us all night long, and we evolved a bargain where he wouldn't have to do it the next weekend and that left only Gary – so two or three weeks later it was his turn, and in a month or two we just stopped playing the cardgame and just took turns being the mouth slave. Of course, we couldn't do it quite like that first time since their dad was home the other times, but that just meant we had to be quiet and usually couldn't get drunk.

I kind of like this, but Richie and Gary want to invite one of Gary's friends to be a 'guest of honor' next time when its my turn and he won't be taking a turn later. I don't know if I should do that…