“Easy does it, don’t choke, you can have some more later.’

“Where are we?’ I asked, vaguely remembering what seemed like hours of
rumbling travel.

“Italy,’ Pete answered. “I drove all night and most of today in case
anybody decided to pick us up for bashing that customs man in Germany. They
won’t bother us now we’re out of the country, though. Those men at that
customs post are real bastards — I used to have a lot of trouble there
until I made … friends with one of them.’

He paused, looking sideways at me, obviously wondering if he should
explain, but decided against it. In any case I was still too dazed to sense
his hesitation.

“I’ve made some tea. Do you want a cup?’

“Yes, please. Boiling water from the engine?’

“No, you twerp, I always bring a spirit stove and things like tea with me.
They make disgusting tea over here.’ He grimaced.

I had always been well-known for doing the wrong thing, and I did it now.
I hit him in the solar plexus, expecting him to double up so that I could
get away. German border guards are tougher than that, as I soon found out
when he snatched his gun from its holster and hit me on the side of the head
with the butt. Dazed, I collapsed on to the bed. As he came to stand over me
I remember thinking, “This is it, you’ve had your chips, Tony.’ Then I must
have lost consciousness for a while.

As we drove along the Belgian motorway, he began to tell me a little about
himself; his upbringing in an orphanage until he was fostered and then
adopted by an elderly couple, his short spell in prison for an idiotic smash
and grab raid which went wrong; his good fortune in getting his present job.
He had a beautiful speaking voice, and sounded better educated than most of
the other drivers. I caught myself fancying him, as I had sometimes in the
past when I saw him stride past the office window.

“Don’t be ridiculous, he’s not interested in you,’ I thought to myself,
and thrust from my mind the sudden image of him lying naked on the bed in
his flat. I’d never been there, of course, but people said it was a small,
comfortably furnished place overlooking the park. Hurriedly I hunted for
another topic of conversation to put the disturbing visions from my mind.

The tea and hot sun sent me drifting off into a deep sleep. When I woke up
we were at the docks. Pete was nowhere to be seen. After a while he came
back and muttered something about “seeing to the paperwork’. We drove into
the bowels of the boat, one of the last lorries in, and the boat sailed
almost immediately.

Pete disappeared again, so I had some breakfast and began to wake up a
bit. I went to the upper deck for some fresh air, watching the English
coastline slip away into the mist. Suddenly I caught sight of Pete,
apparently having an argument with a young sailor. I didn’t want to get
involved, and I thought Pete could probably take care of himself. As it
happened, the argument soon came to an end, and the sailor smiled and waved
to Pete as he set off down the steps.

I reached through the curtained area behind the seats and found his
jumper. With great agility he managed to put it on without driving off the
road.

“That’s better, I don’t like having the heater on, it sends me to sleep.
Let’s see if there’s anything good on the radio.’ Loud rock music
forestalled further conversation.

The sun was fully up now, driving the mist from the fields and hedges as
we hurtled along. We stopped once for a cup of tea at a service area.
Several good-looking lorry drivers greeted Pete, glancing curiously at me. I
felt nervous and out of place. They all seemed at ease with each other, but
treated me as an outsider.

Jack was a legend at the depot. He had worked there longer than anyone
could remember, becoming dirtier and dirtier each year, rarely sober, and
with a vicious temper. Most of the lads were terrified of him.

“Don’t get me wrong,’ Pete continued thoughtfully, “Jack’s all right when
you get to know him. He’s had a difficult life. But I certainly wouldn’t
want him on a trip like this. Have you been to Italy before?’

“No, I’ve never been abroad,’ I answered, “I’m looking forward to it.’

“A factory in Italy is just the same as one in England, but it’s good to
be out here away from the cities. Get my jumper for me, Tony, it’s in the
back.’

His tattoos swirled from the sleeves of his white teeshirt down his brown
muscular arms. He looked tired and drawn as he leaned against the wall,
listening to the foreman describing the next job. I knew he was an experienced and reliable
driver. I had never been on a trip with him — he usually worked alone –
and it wasn’t going to be easy, judging by the surly way in which he had
greeted the announcement that from now on he was to have an assistant.

Without speaking Pete nodded curtly to the foreman and swung himself up
into the cab. I walked round the front of the huge gleaming lorry and
climbed into the passenger seat. The lights around the yard glinted in oily
puddles, but the sun was beginning to break through the early morning mist.
He pressed the starter; the engine roared into life, and the lorry slowly
moved out of the yard into the dreary length of Commercial Road.

This young taker has been aiming at my cock for a long time already and I finally gave him a chance to showcase his sucking skills. He didn’t disappoint giving me his best effort and sliding his lips up and down my 13-inch pole like a good white slut. We were both craving for more and I slammed my dick down his ass with great pleasure.

Handsome brawny cocksucker
I do love guys who work out to keep themselves in good shape and this white fella I met near a local gym had a body worth praise. His tight ass and strong muscles though were not his only merits as he happened to be a great cocksucker too and showed much love for my black cock sucking it gently and passionately.

Body and throat massage
This sleeping young fella looked so sweet and seductive that I couldn’t resist the temptation to give him a gentle massage. When he woke up and turned his head towards my stiffening cock I knew he wanted it deep in his mouth and the massage continued with me working my horny pole down his throat and stretching his lips.

This twinkie I met in a park the other day first seemed to be some cherry ass boy with no prior gay sex experience, but he proved me wrong the moment his lips locked on my cock. His sucking was great and his real passion made it even better, so I guess he did deserve that load of cum when he made me ejaculate right into his mouth.

Hard anal test
This cute white catcher had never been with a black man before and I had to make sure his first experience with a real playa would truly be an unforgettable one. I put his tight ass to test ramming my dark bat balls deep into his magic love tunnel and a grateful guy took a powerful cumshot in his mouth with great pleasure.

“Ok boys, time for bed” said the S.M. finally.
All the boys were tired out and so they made no complaints. For the
first time in two weeks, though, they all slept alone in their own tent;
except for Steve and Will who were going to miss being together terribly
and couldn’t bear to waste this last opportunity to sleep together; and the
Scout Master, who wanted one more chance to chew Ricky’s delicious meat
(and Ricky was happy to turn himself over to so gentle and satisfying a man
as the Scout Master); and Luiz and JR, who had decided the last few days they
wanted to get to know each other a little better, and anyway, JR had something
very important to tell Luiz.

When
Rick was through, Will quickly pulled him away and rammed his own cock into
the Scout Master’s face. (The Scout Master could tell it was Will because of
the beautiful red bush gleaming just inches from his eyes.) The Scout Master
gobbled Will up just as eagerly as he had Ricky. JR, the first to cum, was by
now feeling a little left out of the action. He looked around to see how he
could make himself useful. Luiz was still working on the Scout Master’s
dick, so JR moved around to give Luiz a little relief. Up to now Luiz had
been trying to jerk himself off while keeping the Scout Master cumming. JR
shoved his face into Luiz’s sweating crotch, chewed his balls, then took the
shaft deep in his mouth. (JR prefered Luiz’s cream to Ricky’s, perhaps because
it was more exotic, but he hadn’t yet confided this to Luiz.) Luiz must
have been close to satisfying himself because JR felt the delicious, warm
liquid flood his mouth on the first suck. He reached around and plunged his
finger into Luiz’s hole and was rewarded with a tidal wave of thick semen.
Luiz eagerly forced the Scout Master’s cum slick dick as far back in his
throat as he could when he felt his own balls shoot their stuff. Even before
he was done though, bodies were collapsing all around, empty and exhausted.
After Luiz finished JR wanted to continue to chew on his flacid cock. Luiz
had to pry him away. He and JR collapsed on top of each other. A quick
inspection revealed that everyone’s cock was totally soft, even the Scout
Master’s and JR’s.
After a few minutes more of slopping around in the mess they’d generated
there was a general exodus to the lake to wash and take a moonlight swim. It
was getting late though and they had a four mile hike out to the van in the
morning.

Ricky, knowing he was the
favorite in the blow job department, straddled the Scout Master’s neck and
pushed his taut little cock into the S.M’s face. The Scout Master gobbled it
up, shiny little balls and all. Ricky knew the Scout Master liked to have his
face fucked hard so he started bucking in and out, his smooth, red butt
bumping up and down on the Scout Master’s chest as he rammed himself in and
out, tip to balls. Steve and Will contented themselves by sliding around all
over the rest of the group. They watched anxiously though so as to immediately
take the place of the first boy who lost his load. They soon heard the
unmistakable rhythmic grunts and whispered obscenities as JR shot his stuff
deep into the Scout Master’s ass. “Fuck it! fuck it off! shiiit, fuck the
bastard!”, JR was hissing with each wad he ejaculated, his arms and legs
flailing in rhythm. (JR was the most entertaining to watch while having an
orgasm they had voted last Thursday.) As soon as JR’s cock slid out, Steve was
there ready to take his place. Jiz was already leaking in anticipation from
his throbbing prick. Jiz was oozing as well from the Scout Master’s cum soaked
crack. Steve eagerly thrust himself in and started pumping. Next to reach
orgasm was the Scout Master who couldn’t take much of Luiz’s technique.
(Saturday Luiz had won the badge for giving the best blow job, though Will
had come a very close second.) Since the Scout Master hadn’t had an orgasm in
several hours he shot huge thick wads down Luiz’s throat. Luiz almost
choked on it but eagerly swallowed as much as he could, squeezing out more and
more with his hand. In the meantime Ricky had timed himself perfectly as
usual. (Monday it was determined he had the best control over his erections
and orgasms and could use them to best advantage with his partner (or
partners.)) When he felt the Scout Master sucking on him for all he was worth
and turned his head and saw the muscles in the S.M.’s body hard and straining,
he let himself go. The sweet, concentrated, pearly white jiz his sixteen year
old balls produced squirted into the Scout Master’s throat. He let himself
escape the Scout Master’s mouth for one shot so he could smear some of it
around on the S.M.’s face, but he plunged his dick back in to finish off.

Steve and Luiz approached him. “Really, tonight it’s you boys turn
to have fun. I’m just going to supervise.” Each one took an arm. They pulled
him off the table and he made a feeble attempt to free himself, laughing and
protesting. They dragged him towards the other boys who, distracted from their
play, made a space for him on the shiny, slick mat.
Luiz and Steve held the S.M.’s hands behind his back while JR and Rick
held his feet so he couldn’t get away. Will ran to get the pan of oil, still
warming near the fire, and poured what was left over the S.M.’s shoulders and
down his back and chest. They they pushed him on to the mat and the boys
piled on to him, greasing him up and covering him with the oil and cum they
themselves were coated with. The Scout Master could hardly breathe, he was
almost suffocated by these hard young bodies slipping and rubbing and grinding
against him on all sides and all over him.
“Let’s show the S.M. our appreciation guys!”, shouted JR.
“Yeah!.. Yeah!” they all called enthusiastically.
One by one they attached themselves to the Scout Master. JR slid around
and worked his perpetually stiff meat into the Scout Master’s hairy ass. JR
had fond memories of those days last week when he and the Scout Master had
done this over and over again. What a great feeling it was. (JR had won the
fucking contest that they had the very first night in camp.) Luiz leaned
over and took the Scout Master’s huge cock into his mouth, sucking off the
pre-cum and at the same time jerking the slick shaft up and down violently
with his hand. (As best he could anyway, his hand wouldn’t go all the way
around it.) Ricky’s jiz tasted the best, there was no argument there, but
Luiz liked the Scout Master’s dick the best with it’s big fleshy head and
3/4 inch cumslit and never ending fountain of cream.

Luiz, when he came back to his senses, decided his idea was a success.
The real test would be JR’s cock. He’d never seen it totally flacid. One night
he and Rick had tried to suck JR soft. JR had a couple of orgasms right off,
but they had to give up on him after an hour or two. His meat stayed stiff
no matter what they did. Luiz slid around through the heap, tickling whoever
he happened to encounter until he found a familiar hairy leg, the hairs all
plastered down by the oil. He followed the leg up until he encountered a
large, sumptuous, pair of balls and an extended but definitely soft dick.
The remaining bush was light brown and thin so it must be JR’s. In fact, the
shaved balls proved it was (Luiz had helped Will shave them one night.) So
his idea WAS a success. He was exhausted anyway and slid back down into the
pile. Come to think of it though, he hadn’t seen the Scout Master anywhere. In
fact, he didn’t remember seeing, feeling, or tasting the Scout Master at all
tonight. He tried to raise up to find the picnic table where he’d last seen
him sitting, but Will was feeling him out and massaging his meat and someone
else (Steve?) was running his leg over his chest. He moved the leg away
and succeeded in getting up on his knees. Before someone pulled him back into
the heap, he caught a glimpse of the Scout Master, his rock hard cock
towering up past his navel from between his strong, hairy thighs. But he
was just sitting back and enjoying the show.
Luiz lay back down and whispered into the nearest ear (it turned out
to be Steve’s). “Hey, we gotta get the S.M. in on this!”
“Yeah, where’s his moby dick been?”
“Let’s go get’im!”
Luiz and Steve extracted themselves from the tangle of greased flesh
and walked over towards the Scout Master. “I’m just going to watch tonight,”
he said smiling. All the boys loved the Scout Master. He was one in a million
to them. He was a hard, muscular guy with a smooth upper body and a military
style hair cut. (All the boys agreed he looked a lot like Marky Mark.) He had
only a little thin patch of hair between his well defined pectorals. Below the
waste he possessed an enormous cock, more than nine inches when fully hard.
(Last Tuesday night everybody had to get measured, soft and stiff both.) The
Scout Master was an avid nudist and so his body was a uniform brown. He was
good at just about all sports, knew all about nature and the environment, knew
how to carve things out of wood, in short, a real man’s man and the perfect
Scout Master. This troop thought he was anyway.

“Let’s go!” he said. They all rushed together and collapsed on the mat,
five slick naked boys, grinding and rubbing against each other. In a few
minutes they had desolved into a mountain of heaving and grunting bodies. Some
of them were already ejaculating thick, wads of cum from slipping and slidding
their pricks against whatever they could find. Some made it feel good for
those grunting and groaning with pleasure while protecting their own cocks.
Then those that had lost their first load rubbed themselves against whatever
they could find that was still hard until warm stuff spurted out. They
continued oozing around against each other. Some boys stayed stiff after
cumming and were soon ready to shoot again. Others had to wait to harden back
up after ten or fifteen minutes, but were soon enjoying it once more. All of
the pleasure was given and received by the mutual slipping and sliding
together of their slick bodies. (Steve, however, succeeding in finding Will in
the mound of flesh, slid himself into his boyfriend and enjoyed himself for
awhile. A little later Will got the opportunity to return the fuck.) After
about an hour and a half and several pints of cream, they were reduced to a
heap of tired but satisfied boys, all tangled together and piled against one
another; shiny, slick, and slimy with oil and semen. Little white flecks of jiz
clung to their skin and hair. The mat was so slick they couldn’t have stood on
two legs if they tried.

After the dinner things were cleared up and washed all the boys gathered
around the fire to hear what tonight’s treat was. Everyone was sporting an
iron-like erection in anticipation. They were chatting and giggling and
playing around with each other; not too seriously though lest they waste some
of their juice (though they all had plenty to spare). The Scout Master
went to his tent to get the gymnastics mat they had brought for their
evening’s entertainments. Steve helped him spread it out, then the Scout
Master sat on the picnic table to get everyone quiet and start the
proceedings.

The boys struggled up out of the water, their bodies dripping and their
feet leaving wet prints all over the greyish brown wooden pier. They rubbed
their eyes and waited for the results to be announced.
“And the winner is…”. Being in the race, none of them knew who had
won. “Luiz Marcado! Congratulations Luiz!”. The other boys applauded, then
patted him on the back or smacked his butt.
“Ok boys. Free time until dinner.”
The Scout Master darted over to Luiz before he could follow the other
boys who were quickly dispersing into the woods or down the beach.
“So you get to choose the recreation for our last night. What’s your
pleasure?”
“I have some ideas but I’m not sure who might go along with it.” Luiz
looked down. He had beautiful, dark brown eyes and could sometimes be very
shy. He stared at the Scout Master’s bare feet.
“Well let’s hear your ideas. I’m sure no matter what it is I’ve heard
worse.”

“Ok boys, in the water and on your mark.”
Five naked boys of various heights and hair colors, ranging in age from
18 to 21 dove off the pier and into the brown lake for the swimming match.
Their bodies varied in shade from red to brown from two weeks of camping
without clothes, two weeks totally bare out of doors. They had been laughing
and punching and wrestling while waiting for the whistle to blow for the
start. Now, in the water, they were quiet and intent, each thinking only of
winning this last important race. Their heads bobbed in the water.
“On your mark…”. Each stood back flat against the pier.
“Set..” They put out their arms.
“Go!” They all lurched out of the water and dove forward, their arms
and legs flapping with all the strength and energy their hard bodies could
muster. Their heads turned side to side and their compact little asses bobbed
up and down out of the water as they energetically swam the distance, kicked
off the wall twenty five yards away, and headed back the way they came. It was
a close race, but a darkly tanned Cuban boy named Luiz touched the rope in
his lane barely a second before the one favored to win, Steve, a tall, blonde,
muscular boy (and at 21, the oldest of the five). Third place was tied between
Will, the small, wiry, red head; and brown haired JR, the hairiest and
toughest of the bunch. (He had probably been hampered by his poor eye sight
since he had to wear glasses. It was well known that Will and Steve were
boyfriends and it was assumed that THEY would tie.) In fifth came Rick, the
most popular boy at camp. Rick was the smallest and youngest, but he had a
compact muscular body and an extremely sweet little dick nestled in a cute,
brown bush. Everyone agreed he had the best tasting gism.

It’s been a long day. I’ve been at work since 8am, and here it’s the
middle of the afternoon and I still haven’t gotten the damn program
working yet. As I sit here staring at the screen, my attention is
suddenly diverted by someone walking around outside the window. Ah,
that’s right, it’s Wednesday, time for the weekly visit of the
gardening service.

I glance outside at the truck. Hm, it’s a different truck than usual.
There must be a new service this week. Then I get a look at the guy
unloading the lawnmower. Whoa! There must be something about working
outside all day that causes guy to look like that!

He’s a little taller than average height, and well built. Not the
muscled look, but certainly not a weakling either. The kind of muscles
that look like they came from working day by day. He’s wearing a polo
shirt and jeans, and they look tailored for him. He fills them
perfectly. He has wonderful bright hair, a beautiful jaw line, and a
wonderful cleft chin. I can’t see his eyes through the dark glasses
he’s wearing. It’s gonna be difficult to concentrate while he’s
working out there.

I try to get back to work while he starts the lawnmower. After all, it
wouldn’t really be prudent to be staring at the gardener while I’m
supposed to be finishing up this program. I start back looking for
that bug in the program when I see him pushing the lawnmower right by
the window.

I look up. He’s even better looking up close. His forearms are
lightly dusted with slightly darker hair than what is on his head.
He’s freshly shaved, but has that dark stubble look that adds
definition to his face. He looks like he has nice strong hands. My
gaze wanders down the rest of his body, and I’m enjoying what I’m
seeing. Then he’s past the window.

I wait for him to come back and watch him again. On his third pass, I
suddenly realize that he’s watching me as he mows past. Oh, god, has
he caught me watching him? Damn, that’s probably the last I’ll see of
him. The straight guys always seem to run away when they’ve noticed
that you’ve noticed them. No, there he is again. As he gets to the
point on his lawnmowing circuit closest to my window, he stops for a
moment, takes off his sunglasses and wipes his brow, managing to fix me
with a piercing gaze. Ohmigod, his eyes! Toffee brown. I’m gonna
melt. By now, he’s got to have figured out that I find him attractive.
He’s certainly teasing me.

Now that he’s certain he has my attention, he goes back to work and
finishes up the lawn. Now he’s pushing the lawnmower to the back lot
to work out there. His partner comes by with the edge trimmer and
finishes up the lawn. I guess I’ve had my thrill for the day, and now
it’s time for ME to get back to work. About half an hour later, I see
him load the lawnmower back into the truck. He jumps into the
passenger side, but before the truck drives away, he looks back at my
window. He’s still wearing those sunglasses, so I don’t know if he’s
actually looking at me, but I certainly hope so…

It’s Wednesday again. I’m really looking forward to the lawnmower’s
visit. I’m in the middle of a major editing session when I hear the
truck pull up. I make sure to save the files, in case I get, um,
interrupted while he’s here.

This time, he’s wearing some kind of baseball jersey/t-shirt. Looks
like it has a team name on the front, for some kind of softball team.
Well, that’s certainly a good way to keep in shape. He turns to set
the mower on the lawn, and I see that there’s something written across
the back as well. It says “Andy”. Hm, well, since I know no better,
I’ll assume that’s his name.

This time, I’m not so coy about watching him. The office is pretty
much deserted; the only other person around is working on the other
side of the room with his headphones on. He’s too wrapped up in what
he’s working on to even notice that I’m in the room, much less zoning
on some guy.

Andy seems to appreciate my watching him. He’s taking his time to make
sure the job is done thuroughly. He’s making sure to mow the entire
lawn very carefully, especially the parts outside of my window. Every
now and again, he stops to stretch his back or his arms or his legs.
He’s showing off outrageously, and one look at his face shows that he
knows it. What a flirt.

He’s done too soon, and again he must leave. I sigh, but thinking
about what might be in store for next week keeps me feeling good for
the next few days…

It’s sweltering outside. It’s the kind of day that makes you want to
leave your car windows open just so that you won’t bake when you drive
back home. Fortunately, the tempermental air conditioning for the
building has decided to work today. It’s going to be a long day again
for me, as I have the extreme pleasure of trying to get my programs to
integrate with a bunch of other people’s programs. We’re supposed to
ship the product next week, so there’s a major deadline crunch. I
really need a break. And I’m not all that interested in coffee.

Right on schedule, there’s the truck. He jumps out of the cab and
walks back to the rear of the truck. He’s being very cocky today, but
I can’t help but catch that infectious grin of his. The guy at the
desk next to mine is noticing me staring, but today I don’t care.

As “Andy” starts the mower going, I see that he’s wearing a white
t-shirt today. He turns the corner, and I see what’s written on the
back. It says “For a good time…” followed by a phone number. Is
this for real? Is he actually giving me his phone number? I’m in
shock. Staring at him through the office window is one thing, but
actually calling him and talking is something I hadn’t even thought of
except in my wildest of fantasies. But then, he stops and looks right
at me, challenging me. Do I take the risk?

I grab a piece of paper and quickly write the number down. Apparently,
he sees me, as he starts back to his mowing. I think, I must be crazy,
actually thinking of calling a complete stranger.

About half of the way through his circuit, he stops. He must be
awfully hot out there, cause I can see the sweat dripping off of his
chin. He’s thinking the same thing. Then he pulls his shirt over his
head. Wow, he should be modelling. A light dusting of hair covers his
chest and trails down his belly. His firm pecs pull as he stretches
his arms overhead. To hell with work, I’d better be concerned about
keeping the proverbial drool out of my keyboard!

Again, it’s he’s done too soon. As the gardening service is packing up
to leave, he carefully hangs his shirt from the truck’s mirror. He
made sure to leave the number and the message easily readable. He
grabs his shirt and he and his partner climb back into the truck and
take off, leaving me with a major dilema. Do I dare call?

Well, I’ve decided. Tomorrow is Saturday, and my front yard could use
some work. I’ll call “Andy” up and ask if he does house calls. It
takes me an hour or so, but I finally get the nerve up to call.

“Hello, Handy Andy’s Gardening, can I help you?”

Hm, it’s a young voice; it could be him.

“Um, yeah, I hear you do really good work, and I was wondering if you
do private houses as well as corporate gardening. You see, my front
yard is really bad, and I don’t have the tools to take care of it.” I
shut up since I realize that I’m babbling.

“Yeah, but only on weekends.”

“Great! How about tomorrow?”

“Well, it’s kinda busy, but I guess I could at least stop by and see
how much work it’s going to be.”

We agree to a time to meet and I give him my address and phone number.
I thank him, and then hang up. It was all I could do to keep my voice
under control.

It’s Saturday morning now, and I hear a truck pulling up in front of my
house. I live in a small house, but it has a huge yard, both front and
back. The front is arranged well, but I’ve let it grow a bit wild,
since I really have no luck with plants. The back yard is a total
jungle. I don’t entertain much, so I don’t bother worrying about it.

I look out the front windows. It’s his truck, and he’s alone. I guess
on weekends he works by himself. He gets out of the truck and walks up
to the front door. Before he has a chance to ring the bell, I open the
door. He stands there, slightly surprised at having the door opened so
suddenly, but he recovers quickly. Then he recognizes me, and he
starts to smile, and his eyes get that twinkly look. Wow, just like
from the comics.

“Handy Andy, at your service,” he says with a grin.

“Hi, Andy, I’m Jim. Glad to meet you…” I say.

He’s wearing short shorts today with a large T-shirt with some mountain
climbing gear logo along with a pair of nylon hiking shoes. He looks
around the front yard, and I can see him summing up the amount of work
it needs. “Looks like it’s run wild for a few months, eh? Well, it’s
lucky for you that I don’t really have that heavy of a schedule today.”

“Why don’t you come on in, and we can discuss what needs to be done
first?”

“Well, if you don’t mind, I’d like to kinda take a free hand at it. I
guarentee you won’t be disappointed.”

I decide to follow his lead. “Sure, go ahead.” We shake on it.

He starts to unload his truck. I offer to help, but he nicely says
that I’m paying him to do his work (I’d forgotten I was supposed to pay
him) and that I should just sit back and relax while he gets to it. He
points to the chair on the porch and suggests that I sit back and read
the paper or something. As if I’ll be able to concentrate on the paper
with him working so nearby. Reluctantly, I comply with his wishes.

He starts working on the yard. It’s wonderful to be able to sit on my
porch and watch a sexy man work while he’s aware that I’m watching him.
He begins with the hedges, trimming them neatly along the walk. The he
attacks the flower bed, clearing out the dead growth and encouraging
the plants to flower more. The day is a warm one, and before too long,
his shirt is damp from sweat.

“Would you like something cool to drink, Andy? I have a couple of cold
beers, if you’d like. Also, some fruit juices and soda.”

“That would be great. You got any lemonaide? That would really be
great right now.”

Just my luck, I had made some the day before. I went inside and poured
out a couple of glasses worth and brought them back out, handing one to
him. He takes a few quick gulps. “Thanks, Jim, that REALLY hit the
spot. It is a bit warm out here, isn’t it? Would you mind if I take
this off?” He pulls at his shirt.

“No, not at all, go ahead…” I stammer.

He winks at me, and pulls the shirt over his head slowly. I am really
turned on by his sensuousness, and I think he’s quite aware of it.
“Hold on to this for me?” he asks, handing me his shirt.

I take it, and let him get back to work. I return to my chair, holding
his shirt in my lap. He has a very masculine smell to him, and his
odor clings to his sodden shirt.

After a couple of hours, he finally fishes up the front yard. It
hasn’t looked this good since well before I moved in. He’s done an
excellent job, worth a great deal more than we had agreed upon. He
joins me on the porch.

“Well, what do you think?” he asks.

“It’s incredible! I’m going to be the envy of all of my neighbors with
the job you’ve done!”

“Thanks, I enjoyed it. It’s a very interesting yard. I’m trained as a
landscape architect, but I’m not done with my degree. It’s not often I
have a chance to do much more than simple gardening.”

“You really have a good eye for it; it shows. Now come on inside.
It’s a lot cooler indoors, and you look as thought you could use a
rest.” I hold the door open for him. He thanks me and enters the
house.

I’m right behind him, but as I cross from the outside glare to the
relative darkness of the interior, he grabs me and presses his body up
against mine. His body odor engulfs me as he locks his lips to mine.
We kiss, but it’s more intense t han any other kiss I’ve ever had. The
door’s wide open, but I don’t care. My entire world is now just him
and myself and the kiss we’re sharing.

Ten minutes and a subjective eternity later, we part. “I’ve been
wanting to do that since the first time I saw you,” I tell him.

“You too, eh? I was so afraid that you’d never call me. I’ve never
done anything that crazy before. Imagine getting a t-shirt made with
my phone number…”

“I’m glad you did,” I say as I kiss him again. “Let’s get you into a
shower,” I tell him. He grins mischieviously as I lead him to the
bathroom.

Once there, I peel his short off his body. He has a beautiful body,
better than my fantasies of him. He helps me to undress and we get
into the shower. One of the nicest features, in my mind, about the
house I’m renting is the huge shower that it has. We made ample use of
it, draining my hot water tank. My hands explore every inch of his
body and he explores my body just as thuroughly. He starts to kiss me
on my face and my neck. He chews on my ear and whispers “I think I see
a way that you can pay me for my services…”

“Which services?” I ask. “Your gardening, or…” He laughs and kisses
me again.

Once the water starts to get too chilly we quickly towel each other
dry. I lead him to my bed and we both climb under the covers. For the
next four hours, we make very passionate love. When evening comes, I
ask him, “Do you have anywhere else you needed to be today?”

“Well, when I told you that my schedule was busy, I kinda stretched the
truth. About all I had planned was a bad porno and an evening of
frustration.”

“That’s just what I wanted to hear,” I tell him and I attack his body
again.

It’s Sunday morning. I have gotten up early and decided to make
breakfast for both of us. I put the coffee on, cut up some fruit, and
am making breakfast when Andy walks into the kitchen. He puts his arms
around my waist and pulls me into another kiss.

“Morning,” I try to say, but it comes out more like “mrglflng”. He
laughs.

“Breakfast, what a great idea!” he says.

“It’ll just be a minute.” I tell him.

He grabs a slice of canteloupe and munches on it while he takes a tour
of the kitchen. “I love your place,” he tells me. “Can I take a look
out back?”

“Sure,” I say, “but be careful. It’s kind of a jungle out there.”

He comes back inside after a few minutes and says “Yes, it’s really
overgrown. Looks like I’ll have lots of work ahead.”

I start to tell him that I didn’t expect him to do that as well, but he
silences me with a finger on my lips.

“Hey, I have to tell my boss something when I keep coming over here…”
he says with a devilish grin…

The cosy space under our blanket reeked of our sexual couplings:
we blotted ourselves with tissues which Lars produced. He wriggled
back into his jeans, I wriggled back into my clothes, while he went to
the loo to tidy himself up. he re-emerged looking immaculate (and
stunning). Breakfast was served, and there was little to say after
this amazing night of passion. Soon the aircraft landed, and we went
our separate ways – he had a connecting flight to catch to Sweden. A
quick handshake and a coy smile as we parted; “till next time!” I went
through immigration and customs in a post-coital daze. Sadly our paths
have not yet crossed again, and if they do, I wonder whether we would
ever achieve such ecstatic feelings as those of two strangers coming
together in such total uninhibited and lustful intimacy in such an im-
possible place?

We woke up pantless and trouserless still under our blanket. The
movie had finished, the aircraft was in darkness, we only took a few
minutes to arouse each other to another insatiable frenzy and I soon
had pumped yet another generous load of cum into his willing and
inviting hole. Not being satisfied with basic membership of the “Six
Mile high Club” we had even found time for a second helping.

He sighed and shuddered and his hips moved gently and rhythmi-
cally. The need to copulate quietly to avoid attracting attention was
not forgotten, despite our extreme passion. This need forced us to
perform using hard pressure and firm small movements; he thrust hard
against my equal and opposite series of nudges. My instincts desper-
ately wanted me to pump every last drop of my spunk into him as
quickly and violently as possible, but my intellect made me want to
prolong this ecstasy. The discipline of doing it slowly and quietly,
so as not to attract attention, made it easier to prolong the excruci-
ating pleasure without climaxing. Curiously I have always found that
the longer and steamier the foreplay the better I can hold on until
the crucial moment of a mutual climax. I was able to relax and savour
the exquisite pleasure of being coupled with my beautiful fellow trav-
eller. I forced my left hand between his waist and the seat until my
it could reach past his bush and grip his throbbing cock jutting out
like a red hot poker which I correctly guessed would fire his climax.
We were now locked together and so overcome with desperate excitement
that at that moment neither of us would have cared if all the passen-
gers and crew were watching, although we kept straining against each
other and moving slowly with great force to avoid attracting unwelcome
attention. I could feel his muscles pulling and rippling at my strain-
ing hunk of meat that I cruelly rammed into him with as much force as
I could manage. He had superb muscular co-ordination and was able to
achieve what few boys I have coupled with can do, to give a feeling of
sucking me into him with muscular ripples of his anal ring.

Lars unzipped his jeans and wriggled out of them, still under the
blankets. “Please..” he moaned – “please..” – I felt the same way. he
turned to face away from me, and firmly pressed his shapely bum
against my left thigh. Making sure the blanket was covering us well, I
twisted around until my throbbing tool was pressed up against the val-
ley between his buns; it was a similar position as if he was sitting
on my lap. I could probe his arse with my dick. He arched his back and
raised his right thigh and firmly holding the end of my pulsing penis,
he guided it into the mouth of his soft hole. I pushed hard so my cock
slid smoothly into his firm warm tunnel. I cupped both his breasts
with my hands and pulled him hard against me to penetrate as deep as
possible.

But it is one thing to snog, even as naughtily as this, in an air-
plane full of people but quite another to remove the garments neces-
sary to couple us in the way we were both obviously craving for and to
release our wild passion in the sexual frenzy we both felt. How could
we satisfy our enormous lusts? What with cabin crew wondering back-
wards and forwards behind us to and from the galley, we could not eas-
ily strip off and start humping without the risk of creating a sensa-
tion on board. I had visions of us being arrested for grossly indecent
behaviour in a Jumbo Jet! Could I somehow get my cock out and force
down his tight panties? But what position could we use? Nothing else
in the world now mattered except an overpowering urge to stuff my
straining rod into the depths of his warm, eager arse. But trivial
problems like tight jeans, trouser zips, stretched Y fronts and un-
yielding aircraft seats made this ambition hard to realise.

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On a whim I called an all gay 976 number. The ads excitted me and
made my fantasies flow. I called several times before I found an
ad that sounded good. I called his number and he answered. I’ll
call him M. M. and I talked for over an hour about what I wanted
and what I expected. We didn’t get together until after the third
time we spoke on the phone. I finally agreed to meet him.

I went over to his place in the evening and we sat and talked for
about an hour. Then he put on a “bi” video while we watched and
talked. It wasn’t long before we were both naked and stroking our
now hard dicks. He started playing with my dick while I layback
and enjoyed. Then he wrapped his mouth around my hardon and I was
in heaven. We moved to the floor where he sucked me some more.
He asked me if I wanted to suck him and I said yes.

Slowly at first then with more eagerness I took his manhood in my
mouth and licked and sucked. I tried to take it all but I kept gaging.
We moved into a sixtynine position and I lost all track of time.
I lay on my back with M.’s dick slowly sliding in and out of my mouth,
his balls would come to a rest on my nose before his dick would begin
sliding back out. All the while he sucked my hard cock.

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(The names and places have been changed to protect the hardly
innocent).
….
My sophomore year at Univ of Illinois I found myself spending
an inordinate amount of time on one of the school-sponsored
bulletin board systems. Through a “computer glitch” (hardly a
glitch, given I was a Computer Engineering major…but I
digress), I ended up in “chat” mode with a guy whose postings I
had repeatedly found interesting. I tracked down where this
boy was signed on, walked up to his terminal, and shocked the
hell out of him when I introduced myself.
….
I saw Mike around campus from time to time that summer and we
occaisionally got together to hit the bars. I can say with
complete honesty that I was oblivious to my own sexuality at
that time, and any interest which Mike may have shown early on
would have flown right past me. The following fall I convinced
Mike to rush and pledge my fraternity. In the four months Mike
was a pledge Mike and I grew to be very close friends.
(Humourously, Mike told me later the reason he pledged was
because he wanted me).
….
That spring a group of 12 of us went to Fort Lauderdale for
spring break. Most of us had visions of spending the week
drunk and picking up women. Since we had 12 people jammed into
a suite with only 6 beds, we always ended up sleeping two to a
bed–not a big deal, though I noticed that Mike and I always
seemed to arrange to be in the same bed. One night after we
had each had a few drinks and the rest of our fraternity
brothers had hit the bars, Mike and I decided we were going to
go to sleep early because we were tired. Mike and I sat up in
bed talking, as we usually did.
….
I was getting really horny and managed to masturbate myself
without Mike catching on to what was going on. Then Mike said
something about feeling very close to me. I told him that I
had never had a closer friend in my life. Mike said that he
was not just emotionally attracted to me, but physically
attracted also. I paused, not knowing quite what to say…he
said so what do you think of that?
….
I said, “you don’t see me getting out of bed, do you?” Mike
and I immediately locked in an embrace, aware that at any
moment the outside hotel room door might open to reveal 10
fraternity brothers…and maybe 3 seconds to get out of a
vulnerable position. Mike hands started roaming down my chest
to my hard problem, and started jacking me off, saying he
wanted to make my problem go away. We worked each others tools
with our hands until we brought each other off (my second time
that night) and had to settle for falling asleep on opposite
sides of the bed..
….
The following night when Mike and I were in bed, I confessed
that I had always wanted to both give and receive a blowjob.
Mike was under the sheets and had my tight whites at my ankles
in a moment. Even though it was his first time, he was
definitely doing OK by instinct. In just a few minutes I could
hold back no longer and really blew a load. Coughing a little,
he said “that wasn’t so bad…it will take a while before I can
swallow it though.” Being the curious one that I was I worked
my way down Mike’s chest, to his hard spot and proceeded to
give my first blow job. It was difficult to not choke on it,
but I loved the flavor and knew I would enjoy doing this again
and again.
….
Mike and I continued seeing each other for another 4 months,
and experienced a variety of firsts in my single room at the
chapter house. I had allegedly gotten a single to take
conquered babes to after parties…though Mike was a babe
definitely worth conquering There were a few occaisions
that he and I basically got caught with our pants down! There
would be an unplanned knock on the door, and we would either
have to pretend there was nobody in the room (a difficult task,
given that there was moaning coming out of the room just
seconds earlier), or hope that we could get our pants on fast
enough to make things seem kosher.
….
Despite a lot of great firsts, after Mike and I broke up it
took me over 2 years for me to accept the fact that I was gay.
I know where he is now though…he’s a great friend, and I’ll
never forget him and my first time.

–

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Babysitting Discovery
Part 1

A cold November wind blew up from the north, catching me against
the right side as I left my house. I stuck my hands in the pockets of my
warm heavy coat and began walking through the thin carpet of white snow.
It was the first snowfall of the year, and, living in the Midwest, I knew
it would be the first of many.
I bowed my head against the unusually strong gusts of wind as I
walked across the street and down the sidewalk a few houses to the
Wallace’s house. The Wallace’s were friends of my parents, and I had been
babysitting for the Wallace’s son, Nick, for a couple of years now.
I enjoyed babysitting for Nick. The kid was really good, and it
earned me some spending money. At 15, I wasn’t old enough to drive or get
a regular job, so babysitting was an acceptable option to me.
Mr. Wallace answered the door when I rang the bell.
“Hi, there, Alex, come on in,” he greeted me warmly.
“Hi,” I answered as I stepped into the warm house.
“Let me hang up your coat for you,” Mr. Wallace offered, shutting
the door.
I shrugged out of the coat. “Pretty cold out there,” Mr. Wallace
commented.
“Yeah,” I said.
“Hi, Alex,” Nick said as he preceeded his mother into the entryway.
“Hey, Nick,” I returned, smiling at the boy.
Nick was a cute little boy of eleven years with short black hair
and sparkling brown eyes. He was an only child who was spoiled by his
parents, but luckily this treatment hadn’t gone to his head and turned him
into a brat.
“Hi, Alex. We’re going to probably be out until 1 or 2. I’ve
left the numbers on the counter if you need to get a hold of us,” Mrs.
Wallace informed me.
“Okay,” I acknowledged.
Mr. Wallace helped his wife into her coat and then put on his own.
Mrs. Wallace kissed her son good-bye and Mr. Wallace said good-bye. Then
the couple left.
Nick and I went to into the front room and watched TV. After a
couple hours of this it was his bedtime. He went obediently upstairs and
got ready for bed. A few minutes later I went and checked on him and
found him snuggled under the covers.
“Goodnight, Nick,” I said and turned off the light.
“Goodnight,” he said.
I went back downstairs and found a bag of chips in the kitchen. I
went back to the front room munching on these and feeling pretty horny.
Lately it seemed like I needed to masturbate at least once a day in order
to get rid of the incredible sexual tension I felt.
I wondered whether Mr. Wallace might have some porno videos I
could watch. I hadn’t masturbated yet that day, and I looked forward to
doing it in the Wallace’s house; it kind of gave it an added thrill doing
it in the house of my parents’ best friends.
There were cupboards on either side of the big screen TV, and I
started going through these. I found some video tapes but all of them
were labelled with the titles to tame children’s movies.
When I reached the top shelf on the left side, I found a shoe box
tucked away in the corner. I brought this out and opened it. There was
on videotape in it. It was marked “Tami’s Birthday Surprise. Love,
Steve.” Tami was Mrs. Wallace and Steve was her husband’s first name.
Disappointed but curious, I took out the tape and stuck it in the
VCR. I couldn’t understand why this tape wasn’t with the others. First I
would solve that little mystery and then maybe I would go upstairs and
look for some porn magazines in their bedroom.
I pushed play and then grabbed the remote. I sat down on the
couch and watched as the video unfolded.
Steve sat on the bed in the master bedroom smiling into the
camcorder as it recorded his image and voice.
“Hi, honey. Happy 35th Birthday. I’ve made a little video for
you. I hope you enjoy it.”
Steve smiled into the camera and then got up and left the camera’s
field of vision. The lights in the room dimmed a little, and then I could
hear some mellow saxophone music begin to play.
Mr. Wallace returned to stand in front of the camera. He slowly
began to grind his hips in time with the music. I felt a distinct
stirring my groin as I realized what was about to happen. The butterflies
in my stomach woke up to flutter slightly as I became excited.
My eyes were locked to the TV screen as I watched Steve peel of
his shirt and toss it off camera. For the first time I noticed how
good-looking he was. He had the same black hair as his son and those
seductive brown eyes also. He was in his mid-thirties so he was still
young-looking, and he had a slim athletic body. His chest was
well-defined without being bulky, and it was smooth and tanned.
Up to this point my fantasies when I masturbated had been vaguely
about a couple of cute guys I’d seen in the shower. A few times I’d
thought about touching their cocks or jacking off with them. Recently I’d
fantasized about sucking on their cocks, but this video made it all more
real. I was getting really hot and worked up.
As Steve slid down his pants, I quickly stood up and frantically
tore off my clothes. I wanted to be naked now! I wanted my body
completely bare with my raging, pulsing dick exposed. It was just me and
Steve in the room and he was doing a sexy striptease for me.
As his pants slid down, his firm white ass was exposed. He was
wearing a red G-string that allowed me to see his full butt. Tiny black
hairs peeked out around the strip of fabric running in the crack of his ass.
I lay down naked on the couch while he stopped out of his pants.
Then he turned slowly to show off the prominent bulge in his underwear. I
couldn’t stand it any longer.
My hand slid slowly down my smooth hairless chest to my abdomen
and then to lightly brush the thick bush of curly brown pubic hair at the
base of my penis. Then, in one swift motion, I lightly grabbed my
throbbing erection. A soft sigh escaped my lips as my hand came in
contact with my highly sensitive member.
I watched as Steve hooked his fingers in either side of the
G-string. My hand went up and down slowly on my erection, sliding the
loose skin and bringing pleasure to my body.
He slowly dragged them down, first revealing his black pubic hair,
and then the base of his penis, and then all of his big cock. It wasn’t
erect which disappointed me. I had hoped I would get to see him erect,
but I was glad to see this anyway.
His pubic hair seemed sparser than mine. It looked as if he’d
trimmed it because there was only a small, short patch at the base of his
penis. I had more hair. His balls were bigger than mind though, and they
hung loose in the hairless sac.
Once he kicked off the underwear, he smiled seductively at the
camera. I felt like he was smiling right at me. Then he approached the
camera. He disappeared then, and I watched as the focus was adjusted to
center on the middle of the bed. He came back into the camera’s view as he
crawled onto the bed. He held a bottle of a clear liquid in his hand.
Sitting down on the bed, he opened the bottle and poured some on
his hand. He began rubbing this onto his chest. I realized the show
wasn’t over yet, and I began to pick up the rhythm of my stroking.
He spread what must have been baby oil all over his chest until it
glistened. Then the next handful ended up on his cock. Putting away the
oil, Steve began to stroke his flaccid member with two slick hands.
I picked up the pace on my stroking as I became more excited by
the solo action on the screen. Soon it was standing proud and shiny
between his legs. It looked huge. It was at least a couple inches longer
than my six inches, and it was also thicker.
As Steve continued his two handed stroking, I realized he intended
to come for the camera. This thought would have driven me over the edge
if I hadn’t jerked my hand away from my erection at that point. I
couldn’t come here and make a mess of the room. I would go in the
bathroom or somewhere where it would be easier to clean up, but right now
I had to finish this video.
My whole body was trembling slightly in excitement and
frustration. My penis begged me to finish it off, but through a
tremendous act of willpower, I kept my hand away.
On the TV, Steve’s pace was picking up. His head began to snap
forward and back as his whole body got into his whacking off. His
slippery hand moved quickly up and down his thick, hard cock.
Soon all his body movements froze except for his hand. His legs
and chest tensed and his head snapped back. He let out a loud, audible
groan as a thick jet of white semen exploded from his purple cock head.
This first thick glob landed on his tan, glistening chest. Then spurt
after spurt erupted from his dick. They rained down on his chest and legs
and on the bed.
He lay there breathing heavily for a few seconds as his erection
slowly wilted. Then he looked directly into the camera and smiled. He
ran a finger through one of the white globs on his chest and brought this
to his mouth. He licked the cum from his finger.
“I bet you wish you were eating this,” he said, smiling.
“Tonight, honey.”
Then the tape ended. I pressed stop on the remote.
“You have a big dick,” a familiar voice said from the shadows at
the doorway.
“Nick!” I exclaimed, scrambling up from the couch while trying to
hide my erection with my hands.
‘Oh, shit!’ I thought. ‘What did he see? And what’s he going to
tell his parents about seeing me like this?’

Part 2

“What are you doing up?” I asked, my fear turning to anger.
“I couldn’t get to sleep. I was cold,” Nick complained.
I buttoned the top my pants and walked over to him. It was a
little chilly in the house I now noticed. The air was cool against my
naked torso. I just didn’t notice it before when I was getting so heated
up.
“What were you watching?” Nick asked. I glanced at him and noticed
his pajama pants were sticking out in the crotch. I wondered if seeing me
on the couch like that had excited him or if his erection was for another
reason.
“You mean you didn’t see?” I asked, feeling one of my concerns
dissolve away.
“No. You turned it off before I could look. I was…I was looking
at you,” Nick answered.
‘Did he blush?’ I wondered. The lighting was dim in the hall we
were talking through, but I could have sworn I saw faint coloration in his
cheeks as he made his admission.
“I was watching something that little kids shouldn’t watch,” I told
him. We were on the stairs now.
“I’m not a little kid,” Nick protested. “I want to watch it.”
“You can’t,” I argued once we were in his room. “Look, let me see
if I can find an extra blanket. Get back in bed.”
Nick crawled slowly under the covers while I went into the hall
closet. I found a thick quilt and brought this back. I threw it on the
bed and carefully tucked it in around Nick.
“There, are you warmer now?” I asked.
“Yeah.”
“Okay, now go back to sleep,” I said. I started to leave.
“Can I see you dick again?” Nick asked.
“Huh?”
“I don’t get to see hairy ones. Please?” Nick pleaded. “I’ll show
you mine.”
Nick pushed off the blankets and quickly pulled down his loose
pants to expose his cute little boy penis to my eyes. It had gone limp
which I was disappointed with, but it was an interesting change from the
large hairy ones I always saw in the showers at school.
“Okay, now ya gotta show me yours,” Nick said, sliding his pants up
after giving me that quick peek.
I decided to go along with it. I guess it had something to do
with playing fair, and I was also excited by the idea of intentionally
showing him my penis.
I undid my pants and pulled them down to midthigh. My penis was
semihard so it looked fairly impressive.
“I can’t wait ’til my dick gets that big and has hair,” Nick
commented wistfully.
I pulled up my pants and buttoned them. “Not too long now.”
“Really?” Nick asked hopefully, his eyes returning to my face now
that the show was over.
“Yeah. I started growing hair when I was twelve,” I answered.
“I can get a hardon, but I can’t shoot. You can shoot, right?”
Nick asked.
“Yes.”
“If I show you my hardon, will you show me yours?” Nick asked.
This was getting a little out of hand, I began to realize. I
didn’t want to stop it thought because all of this talk was exciting me
again, and I was still horny. I began to wonder how far he would go. I
hoped he would take it to a point where I could get off.
“Yeah, I’ll show mine,” I answered.
Nick got up out of bed and went to his dresser.
“What are you doing?” I asked.
He opened a drawer and pulled out a sock.
“This feels good. I gives me a hardon,” he explained.
Nick pulled off his pajama shirt and pants. I could see he
already was a little stiff. He jumped back in bed and laid down. I
slipped out of my pants and went to the other side and sat down next to
him.
He slowly rubbed the sock against his penis. Watching him do this
made me completely hard again. Nick looked over at me and stopped his
rubbing. He pulled the sock away to reveal about four inches of slim
eleven-year-old cock. His size surprised me, but then I remembered his
father’s impressive erection, and I realized Nick was just following in
his father’s footsteps.
“Can I touch it?” Nick asked, sitting up.
“Sure.”
He reached out and lightly touched the head of my cock with his
soft hand. Then he ran it down the front of my shaft without lifting it.
I shivered at the pleasure this gave me.
“It’s so big,” he said as he tried to wrap his small hand around
the shaft.
I just chuckled. If he thought mine was big, he should have seen
his dad’s.
“Touch mine,” Nick suggested.
My index finger lightly touched the slit and then circled around
the top. I ran it down the back of his penis and then took the small,
loose scrotal sac into my hand. I stroked along the inner sides of the
sac with my thumb and index finger.
‘So smooth!’ I thought.
Then I began to slide the loose skin around his penis up and down
with my thumb and first two fingers. His own hand began imitating my
motions. As I stroked his cock, I realized the opportunity to fulfill one
of my fantasies was here in my hand.
“Can I suck on your dick?” I asked.
This request seemed to leave him speechless, but after his shocked
look passed, he nodded.
I knelt between his legs and slowly lowered my mouth onto his
small cock. I was exciting, but I couldn’t say it was doing anything for
me. I sucked on it a little bit, but still couldn’t figure out why I’d
fantasized about this.
Not willing to give up, I took first one and then the other
testicle into my mouth. They weren’t any bigger than jellybeans, and the
skin felt so smooth.
A new idea came to mind: I wondered if I could make him come. I
ran my tongue around the head of his cock.
“How does that feel?” I asked.
“Good.”
Then I took his cock into my mouth, taking it all the way to the
hilt. I clamped my mouth firmly around his erection and quickly drew back
2to the head. Then I plunged down again. I slowly picked up speed. Nick
seemed to like it because soon his hips started bucking to meet my mouth.
Suddenly his body tensed and his penis twitched in my mouth. I
removed my mouth and looked at him.
“Did that feel good?” I asked.

“Yeah! That felt really great. I want to see you shoot,” Nick
said.
Truthfully, I wanted to come really bad at that point too.
Pre-cum had dribbled out my dick and was running down the shaft.
“Okay, but let’s go in the bathroom,” I answered. I didn’t want to
make a mess in his bed.
Nick got up, and we went to the bathroom.
“Wait here,” I told him.
I left and hurried into the master bedroom. On one of the shelves
in their bathroom I found the baby oil Steve must have used in the video.
I ran back to the bathroom with this in hand, my near-bursting erection
slapping against my stomach as I ran.
Nick sat on the toilet seat waiting. He still had an erection. I
stepped into the tub and unscrewed the bottle.
After pouring a generous amount of oil into my hand, I slathered
it on my eager cock. I screwed back on the cap and then began stroking my
erection.
I slid my hand over the purple engorged head and felt a tremor of
pleasure in response. Then I began jerking off in earnest with my
slippery hand gliding easily over my well-oiled shaft.
The pressure in my groin built and my balls contracted against my
body. Soon my whole body was envelopped in the stimulating, mind-numbing
ecstasy.
I gasped as the orgasm sent a shudder through my body. The first
spurt splattered against the far wall of the shower. The following ones
landed in the tub itself.
“Wow!” Nick exclaimed.
He got up and collected some of the cum in his hand. I rested
against the wall of the shower, exhausted after that sensational orgasm.
“You better get to bed,” I said, without much conviction.
“Okay. Will you sleep with me?” he asked.
“Sure, just let me clean this up,” I answered.
He washed his hands and scurried off to bed. I cleaned up the
mess in the tub and returned the oil. The I climbed into bed with Nick.
He snuggled up against my naked body.
I ended up falling asleep. When I woke I got an adrenaline rush
as I realized the Wallace’s would be home soon. I got out of bed, careful
not to disturb Nick. I grabbed my pants and raced downstairs.
Throwing on my clothes, I scrambled over to the VCR and ejected
the tape. I put it back in the box and returned it to its hiding spot.
Then I sat down in front of the TV and found something suitable to watch.
It turned out I rushed for no reason; they arrived a half hour later.
“How was Nick?” Mrs. Wallace asked.
“Great,” I answered. “No problems.”
“Good.”
“That’s good to hear,” Mr. Wallace (or Steve, as I now thought of
him) said as he entered the house. “Here you go.”
He handed me a twenty dollar bill. I tried to avoid looking at
his crotch, but with my new knowledge it was difficult. I noticed it did
bulge slightly. I wanted to rip off his pants and feast my eyes on that
huge piece of meant.
“Are you available to babysit next weekend?” Mrs. Wallace asked.
“Sure.”
“Good. I’m going to be out of town and, although Steve denies it,
I think he’ll need to get away from Nick for a few hours.”
I nodded.
“I’ll give you a call,” Steve said, smiling.
I left their house and headed back to my own. I hoped he would
call me again. I couldn’t wait until I saw that tape again.

Part 3

Steve did end up calling me on Thursday. Apparently he had made
some plans for Saturday night, so he wanted me to come over and sit for a
few hours. He planned on making it an early night.
The weather had cleared up a little by Saturday. Most of the snow
had melted away and the sun had just set as I walked over to the Wallace’s.
“Hi, Alex,” Steve greeted me.
“Hi,” I answered, mentally adding ‘Steve.’
My eyes surreptitiously found his crotch while he took my coat
from me. He was wearing very tight pants and I could almost make out
every curve of his cock.
When he turned to hang up my coat, I stared unabashedly at his
ass. I could see the lines of his jockey shorts through his tight pants.
In a brief flash, my mind’s eye conjured up the image of his firm, white,
naked butt cheeks as he had shown them off in the video. I flushed bright
red.
“Is something wrong? Are you sick?” Steve asked, turning around
and noticing my condition.
“No, I’m okay.”
“All right. Nick is in the kitchen with a friend. I told them he
could sleep over, but make sure they’re in bed by 10:30. I don’t care if
they don’t go to sleep right away, but get them in bed. If you have any
problems, just give me a call.”
We had moved into the kitchen where Nick and his friend were
contentedly munching on popcorn at the table. I recognized his friend,
he’d been over before when I had babysat. His name was Chris, and he was
a year or two older than Nick.
“Hi, Alex,” Nick said, waving.
“Hi,” I answered with a smile.
“The number where you can reach me is right here,” Steve showed me.
I nodded.
“Okay, you guys, be good for Alex. I’ll see you guys tomorrow
morning for breakfast. I’ll make some jumbo pancakes,” Steve promised.
The boys cheered.
“I should be back by midnight,” Steve told me before he left.
The boys kept to themselves while I was there. They went up to
Nick’s room after finishing their popcorn, and when I went up to check on
them later I found the door closed. Nick explained that they were getting
changed for bed. I glanced at my watch and saw that it was only a quarter
to ten.
I checked back a half hour later, and they let me in. They were
both in bed. I said goodnight, shut off the light, and left, closing the
door behind me.
I went downstairs and watched a little TV. I was eager to watch
the tape, but I wanted to make sure the boys were up there to stay for the
night. Having Nick catch me had turned out okay, but I didn’t know if I
would be so lucky with his friend Chris.
After I’d decided a suitable amount of time had passed, I went to
the tape’s hiding place. I got down the shoebox and opened it. Inside
there was a white piece of paper with the tape. Curious, since the paper
hadn’t been there the last time, I opened it.
I nearly dropped the box when I read it.

Alex,
Wait until I get back tonight, and I’ll give
you your own private show.
Steve

My trembling hand crumpled up the note.
‘How did he find out?’ I wondered.
I returned the tape to its spot and sat down. I was in a very
nervous state. I didn’t know what to think. I just couldn’t believe that
he had found out.
My nervousness was also tinged with a bit of excitement and sexual
tension. I considered the offer described in the note, and my dick
stiffened immediately. I wanted to know now what was going on.
I didn’t have to wait very long. I heard the garage door open
about a half hour later. I waited on the couch, trying to keep my knees
from shaking. I shut off the TV and turned to watch as Steve entered the
house. In the background, the garage door was automatically closing.
“Hi, Alex. Did you get my note?” Steve asked, with a big grin.
I nodded. In my highly excited and nervous state, I was worried
that my voice might crack and betray me, so I didn’t answer his question
verbally.
“So, are you interested?” he asked, coming into the room.
“How did you find out?” I got up the courage to ask. Luckily my
voice came out strong and normal sounding.
“You forgot to rewind the tape,” Steve answered, smiling again.
‘Stupid, stupid! Of course, that was it!’ I realized. I had been
in such a rush the last time I hadn’t even bothered to think about that.
“Do you want to go up to my room?” Steve asked.
“What are you going to do?” I asked, wanting to race right up
those stairs right now, but holding back because of doubts in my mind.
“Nothing you don’t want to do. I thought we could pleasure each
other. I promise you, if you come upstairs with me, you will have the
best time of your life. Don’t worry, I won’t hurt you,” Steve responded
soothingly, his deep masculine voice massaging away my worries.
“Okay,” I answered, getting up.
I followed him up the stairs and into his bedroom. He closed and
locked the door behind him. He dimmed the lights.
“How are you feeling?” he asked.
“Fine,” I answered.
“Would you like to take off my clothes?” he asked.
I swallowed and nodded.
“Go ahead,” he said, moving in closer.
I took off his coat first. In our rush, he still hadn’t removed that.
“What should I do with it?” I asked.
“Just throw it on the floor,” Steve replied.
I let it drop and then I began unbuttoning his shirt. I did this
slowly so as to enjoy each part of his chest that was revealed. Since the
video, he had lost much of his tan, but he was still darker than I was.
With his black hair and brown eyes, he had a slightly darker complexion
than I.
The final button came undone once I pulled his shirt out of his
pants. I slid it off his shoulders, and then tried to pull it off, but it
got caught on his wrists.
“You have to undo those buttons too,” Steve told me.
Going to his right hand, I undid the button at that wrist first.
I pulled the shirt off his right hand and ran my hand over the black hairs
that curled on his arm. Then I undid the left and pulled the shirt
completely off and let it fall to the floor.
I went to his pants and undid the button and slowly unzipped him.
I pulled the tight pants down over his ass and then they fell to his
ankles on their own. He wore white jockeys which I had glimpsed earlier
in the night through his tight pants. The head of his large erection
poked out the top of the waistband of his underwear.
Steve took off his shoes and socks and then stepped out of his
pants. I pulled down his underwear and gazed on the erection that I had
engraved in my memory. It excited me even more in person. My erection
throbbed painfully within the confines of my pants.
Now completely naked, Steve wrapped his arms around me and pressed
himself against my body. He dipped his head to mine and gave me a long
gentle kiss. I tasted willingly of his open mouth. I felt his strong
hands lightly grip my buttocks.
Then he ran his hands up under my shirt along the smooth flesh of my
chest. He pulled the shirt off over my head and then darted forward and
took my right nipple in his mouth. He bit it lightly.
“Oh!” I exclaimed lightly, partly in surprise and partly because I
enjoyed the feeling that came with it.
He smiled and bit the left one. I ran my hands along his back and
down to his ass. I felt the smooth flesh there and then ran a finger
along his crack, feeling the short hairs that grew there as he pulled down
my pants.
We went over to the bed where I sat down. He knelt before me and
pulled off my socks and then he buried his head in my crotch. He lightly
bit my erection through the thin cotton of my jockey shorts. Then his
hands were gripping the waistband of my underwear.
He looked deep into my eyes as he slowly tugged at them. I lifted
my hips to allow him to slowly slip them off. I could see his concern and
lust for me within those deep brown eyes of his. Impulsively I leaned
forward and kissed him.
“Lay back on the pillow,” he urged.
I lay down on the bed with my head on the pillow. He crawled onto
the bed and knelt between my legs. He spread them apart a little further
so he had enough room. Then his head came down, and he lightly kissed the
head of my erection.
Steve’s tongue flicked out and swirled around the head of my
penis. It felt incredible. This was so much better than using my hand.
I now understood the mystery behind oral sex.
His tongue traveled down the length of my erection and then he
licked at my balls. There was a place on my left nut where the hair was
worn away, and he slowly stroked this with his tongue. It felt great!
Then he started licking the skin behind my balls and working his
way back. When his tongue touched my anus, at first I thought I’d been
mistaken, but then he licked it again. As his tongue shallowly probed my
hole, I realized this was no mistake. I began to squirm as he drove his
tongue deeper, driving me wild. I pushed my bottom into his face, losing
myself in the experience and the feelings.
His finger replaced his tongue in my well-lubed anus. It didn’t
feel as good, but it was still welcome. He kept it just at the opening,
with only about a half inch inserted. This changed as his mouth engulfed
my erection to the base. As he bobbed up and down on my cock, his finger
echoed his head motions, going in and out of my hole.
As he pushed deeper into me, it began to hurt a little, but the
sensations his mouth was giving me counteracted the minor discomfort. I
clutched at the material of the comforter as my entire body began to
tense. My hands froze in this position as my climax built within me.
His movements sped up as I reached the brink. I felt myself reach
the point of orgasm, but I didn’t come. This climax continued to build,
surpassing any I’d ever had before.
I felt Steve’s finger thrust forward quickly as his head came down
on my dick. The head of my penis scraped against the back of his throat,
and all of this sent me over the edge. My entire body became rigid and I
came in his mouth. It seemed like this went on forever as I shot spurt
after spurt of my semen into his mouth, but I finally came down from this
new height of ecstasy, and my body went limp.
I ached all over from the prolonged tensing of my muscles; my
knuckles cracked as I released the comforter from my grip. A deep calm
descended over me, soothing away the soreness in my muscles.
“Judging from your reaction, I’d guess you liked that,” Steve
said, grinning.
“I did,” I replied softly.
He laid down beside me, putting his arm around me. I laid my head
on his chest.
“I’m glad.”
I ran my hand down his abdomen to his small patch of pubic hair.
“Did you cut this?” I asked.
Steve chuckled. “Yes. It’s something Tami likes. She usually
trims it every once in a while. Do you like it?”
“Yes,” I answered. His black pubic hair seemed so neat and
controlled in its trimmed state. Much different from my unruly thick
pubic hair.
I began running my hand over his penis. It slowly began to
inflate as I touched it.
“Are you gay?” I asked.
“Maybe. Sort of. I enjoy sex with my wife, but there’s just some
things she can’t do for me that I need a guy for,” he answered.
“Like what?” I asked.
Steve shook his head. “That’s for later. Right now I’d like you
to suck my dick.”
I stared at his large member at that point. It was fully erect
and stood at attention impressively between his legs.
“I don’t think I can take it all–” I protested.
“I know you can’t. That’s okay. Just suck on the end. That’s
all that matters,” Steve explained.
I nodded, realizing this was true. I moved out of his embrace and
got down between his legs.
“You don’t have to eat my cum if you don’t want to,” Steve said.
“No. I want to,” I realized.
“Okay.”
He spread his legs further apart, and I went to work.
I opened my mouth wide and took in as much of his cock as I could.
I filled my mouth with his dick. I held it steady with my hand while I
went down on it. My hand couldn’t reach all the way around. My other
hand tickled his huge hairless balls.
He put his hands on my shoulders and squeezed when he started to
reach orgasm. I increased my rhythm at this signal and used my hand to
provide more friction lower on his cock.
He came after a minute tensing in his legs. His cum spilled into
my mouth. I swallowed as fast as I could because there was so much, and I
wanted to make sure I got it all. What I did taste as it rushed past my
tongue was salty and delicious. Even with all my efforts to not let it
escape, some of his cum slid from my mouth onto his erection. I licked
this up after he finished.
“Was that the first blowjob you’ve ever given?” he asked.
“Yes,” I lied. I didn’t want to tell him about his son and I.
“That wasn’t too bad. Next time I’ll teach you some things that
will make it even better,” Steve promised.
I realized that there would be other times, and I looked forward
to them. Before I left that night, Steve gave me a picture of himself
completely naked with his juicy exciting cock fully erect. His body was
very tan and oily in the picture. I didn’t bother to ask how the picture
had been taken, or who had taken it, I was just happy to have this secret
momento.
The picture found a hiding spot in one of my Isaac Asimov books on
my book shelves. I took it out to look at often.

Part 4

A couple of weeks went by before I got a call from the Wallace’s
to babysit. I was going crazy waiting for them to call again. I couldn’t
get my encounter with Steve out of my mind. Every time I would masturbate
I would think about him and what we had done together. Of course I would
have his picture out to look at to fuel my fantasy.
Sometimes when I masturbated now I would stick a finger up my ass
to stimulate myself that way. I was so glad that Steve had shown me that
new delight. It didn’t hurt any more, and I pushed my finger as far in as
it would go while I masturbated. I had some pretty amazing orgasms doing
this, but none of them matched the one Steve had given me.
In the showers at school I would still look at the others boys,
but none of them could really measure up to the object of my desire. They
all had that thick patch of pubic hair. None of them were daring enough
to trim it. Their cocks just didn’t measure up to Steve’s either. He
stood alone compared to these boys.
Often though I would find myself staring at certain boys in the
shower with black or dark hair and build their proportions into Steve’s,
but this became a dangerous use of my imagination. This would always lead
to a stiffening of my cock which would have been embarrassing in those
surroundings, so I would quickly turn away from whatever guy I was looking at.
Toward the end of my second week without Steve, my fantasies
took a turn to the outrageous. I was staring at Steve’s picture and
heartily stroking myself with a finger buried deep in my anus when my
encounter with Nick sprang to mind. This led to my picturing Nick, Steve,
and I together in the master bedroom.
I pictured all three of us on the bed naked and sucking on each
other. I saw myself sticking my pinky up Nick’s asshole–he was the one I
was sucking–and watching Nick suck on his father’s large erection. I
came, excited and worried about this image. My cum spurted up onto my
chest and onto my hand. So involved had I become with the fantasy, I
hadn’t grabbed a tissue in time to catch the semen.
As I was cleaning up, I thought about the direction this latest
fantasy had taken me. I wondered whether it was wrong for me to get
excited about seeing a father and son have sex. The phone rang and
interrupted these thoughts.
I put away the picture and began to get dressed when my mom
knocked on the door.
“What?” I called.
“It’s Mrs. Wallace on the phone,” my mother called through the
door. “She wants to know if you can babysit Saturday night.”
The word ‘yes’ flew out of my mouth almost before she even
finished the sentence. Yes, I had to return to that house for some more
excitement. Two weeks was far too long for me to wait to see Steve.
The two days I had to wait were almost unbearable, but I kept on
telling myself that I had waited two weeks already, I could wait a little
longer. During those two days I abstained from any masturbating, but it
was difficult. I wanted to wait until I was back in that house because
there was that chance that I would have sex. I knew that with Mrs.
Wallace around, there was only a slim chance of getting together with
Steve, but there was always that tape that I could masturbate to, and
there was also Nick. He was a poor substitute for his father, but he was
still better than doing it by myself.
Saturday night finally arrived, and I hurried over to their house.
Steve greeted me at the door. Mrs. Wallace entered the entryway right
after I got there.
“Hello, Alex,” she said as Steve took my coat.
“Hi,” I answered. I kept in check the surprising amount of
dislike I suddenly felt for her. If it wasn’t for her, Steve and I
wouldn’t have had any problem having sex that night. As it stood right
now, I didn’t see any possible way that we could, but I still hoped that
maybe Steve had some plan.
“We’ll be back around 1 or 2, like usual,” Mrs. Wallace began to
explain. “Nick’s friend Chris is here, and he can sleep over, but if they
misbehave, just send him home.”
I nodded. I wished Steve were explaining this. I loved to hear
his deep, husky voice.
They left after the regular string of instructions. I joined the
boys as they watched TV. After the first show got over, they both got up.
“We’re going to go play upstairs,” Nick explained to me.
“Okay,” I said.
They left the room and trotted upstairs. I decided to watch the
next sitcom, but I got up and went into the kitchen for a soda. While I
was out there, I heard the sound of water being run upstairs. I wondered
what they could possibly being doing.
Concerned that they might be up to something that I could get in
trouble for, I went upstairs to investigate.
The sounds were coming from behind the bathroom door. It sounded
like someone was drawing water for a bath. I put my ear up against the
door to see if I could hear what was going on.
“Can you shoot?” I heard Nick ask.
“Yeah,” Chris answered.
“You don’t have any hair though,” Nick observed.
“No, but I can still shoot. I’ll show you. I just rub my dick
when I’m taking a bath and it comes out. It’s kinda sticky,” Chris said.
“Yeah, I know,” Nick said.
“How do you know? You can’t do it yet.”
“No, but–”
At this point I tried the knob on the door, and finding it
unlocked, I opened the door.
“What are you guys doing in here?” I asked, feigning surprise.
Both boys tried to cover up their erections, and started blushing
at the embarrassment at having been caught. I got a good look at Chris
though, and I noticed that he was really cute. He had blond hair and
light blue eyes. He had a very trim, husky build. I think that he was
twelve or thirteen. I decided on twelve since he didn’t have any pubic
hair, but I could have been wrong. He had a shorter penis than Nick’s.
It was only about three inches long, and very thin.
“Nothin’,” Nick answered in that way kids have of denying
everything even when it’s obvious what was going on.
“Can I do nothin’ with you?” I asked, smiling. I felt my erection
penis began to stiffen in my pants.
Nick brightened. “Yeah.” He turned to Chris and said, “It’s
okay. Alex is really cool. He showed me something neat.”
I calmly started to undress, feeling very confident that this
situation wouldn’t lead to any problems for me. Chris seemed as
interested in watching me take off my clothes as Nick was.
Once I was naked, I wasn’t quite sure what to do. Before it had
been either Steve or Nick who had really guided the sexual encounter for
the most part. It seemed as if I had put myself in the dominant role in
this situation. Now I had to figure out where I was going to take this.
“You have cum?” I asked Chris.
He nodded.
“Let’s get in the tub together and then I’ll show you something
that feels really good,” I suggested.
Nick hopped in immediately, and then Chris and I followed. I sat
down in the warm water against the end of the tub. I had Chris stand
before me and Nick sat on the edge of the tub watching us. Chris’ stature
was perfect for me to reach his penis while I sat.
I took the thin three-incher in my mouth. It fit quite
comfortably. I felt his balls and noticed that these were bigger than
Nick’s even if his cock wasn’t. I pulled back slowly on his erection
keeping my lips firmly clamped on the smooth flesh of his penis.
Bringing my lips to the tip of his erection, I slid my tongue
around the top of his penis a few times like Steve had done to me.
“Doesn’t it feel good?” Nick asked his friend.
“Yeah,” Chris mumbled, caught up in the new, delightful sensations.
“Alex did that to me before,” Nick bragged.
I ignored their idle chatter as I concentrated on making the boy
come. I slid my mouth slowly down the length of his cock once again, and
then came back up. I began to pick up the pace of the blowjob, and Chris
got into it, bringing his hips forward to meet my mouth as I slid to the
base of his erection.
He leaned forward a little bit just as I felt his body begin to
tense up with the onslaught of his climax. He put his hands on my
shoulders and rested his weight against me as the first spurt of semen
shot into my mouth.
“Ahhhh,” he groaned in release.
After a couple more spurts, he slumped against me. I drew him
into my lap and he rested his head against my shoulder.
“You ate his stuff?” Nick asked, his face screwed up in disgust.
“Yeah,” I answered.
“Did it taste good?” he asked.
“It tasted very good,” I answered.
“What does it taste like?”
I just chuckled. “I can’t really describe it. You have to try it
for yourself to find out.”
“I want to eat yours,” Nick said.
“Okay,” I answered.
Chris got up and took Nick’s place on the edge of the tub. I
stood up and Nick knelt before me in the water. He opened his mouth and
fed the glans of my limp penis into it. At the first touch of his lips
and the inside of his hot little mouth, I became erect.
I had to admire the kid. He did his best to take as much of my
erection as he could, but he was too small. He just couldn’t take it all.
His mouth felt really great on my dick though. He began to imitate the
motion of the blowjob, bobbing up and down the length of my dick. It felt
good, but not good enough to get me off.
I suggested he increase the tempo, but even that didn’t really
work. He just didn’t have the experience and knowledge of his father. I
gently lifted his head from my cock after a few minutes of the blowjob.
“It’s just not going to work. Here, I’ll jerk off and then you
can eat what comes out,” I said.
“I’ll stand right here and catch it,” Nick said.
“I want to catch some too,” Chris said. “I want to taste it.”
He got up and stood by Nick’s side in the water. The idea of
shooting my cum all over these two boys was really getting me excited.
This was going to turn out better than if I had come in Nick’s mouth.
I lathered my cock up with the soap and then steadily began to
stroke myself. Jacking off for my enraputred audience brought out the
showman in me. I started off slow so as to build the sense of
anticipation. I ran my hand around the head of my erection and then
brought it slowly down the shaft.
Grabbing it in my first, I began to slide the loose skin up and
down the length of the shaft. With my other hand, I poked a finger slowly
up my anus and thrust this in and out. Both hands began to pick up speed
so that my stroking grew faster as my finger went in faster and deeper.
The pressure in my groin began to build until finally I passed the
breaking point. As I came, shooting a huge load built up over two days, I
took aim. I tried to spray equal globs of my sticky white semen over both
boys.
Once I finished, I collapsed into the tub, sitting down in the
water to flush away the soap suds. I watched as Nick eagerly wiped off a
thick glob of cum from his chest and brought it to his mouth to taste.
Chris took a more tentative approach. He watched as his friend ate it,
before he cautiously tried it himself.
“It’s good,” Nick told me, wiping some more off his body and
bringing it to his mouth.
“Okay, you guys, get cleaned up. I’m going to go back
downstairs,” I said.
I had gotten my rocks off so most of the excitement with being
with the two kids had left me. I got out of the tub and dried off while
they began to wash. I got dressed and left them.
Watching TV kept me entertained for the next couple of hours. I
went upstairs once to check and make sure the boys were in bed before I
came back downstairs. I was starting to feel horny again, so I decided I
would take out the tape and watch that and then maybe masturbate again.
When I opened the box I found another note on top of the tape.

Alex,
Sorry, tonight just won’t work out. (The wife and
all you know) Don’t worry, we’ll get back together
again soon if you want to. Here’s another picture
for you to keep. Watch the video again if you want.
I look forward to our next time,
Steve

The picture was of him. It must have been taken about the same
time as the last one. His tan body was all oiled up, but in this one he
was rubbing newly expelled semen from his cock all over his chest. I
could see a drop of cum hanging from his thick cock and cum on his hands
and chest as he rubbed it in.
‘Next time,’ I told myself.
I watched the tape and did end up masturbating as I fantasized
about what the next time would be like.

Part 5

Christmas was fast approaching, and I was looking forward to it
this time of the year for different reasons than I usually did. Sure the
presents and the good cheer that came with the holiday were nice, but this
year I was really looking forward to it because of all the parties that
the Wallace’s would be going to. This would get me over to their house a
lot in the next few weeks, and hopefully Steve would make good on his
promise and we would get together again soon, so he could show me
everything he had hinted about.
At first I thought my dreams of this season were crushed when my
mother started talking at dinner one night about the Wallace’s.
“I talked to Tami today,” my mom was saying to my dad, “and you’ll
never guess what they’re doing for Christmas.”
“What?” he asked.
“They’re going to Florida for the week that Nick has off of
school,” my mom answered.
‘Oh no!’ I thought.
“Doesn’t that sound like fun?” she asked.
“Yes it does. I’m sure it will be a nice change for them to be
some place warm for Christmas.”
“She also asked me something that you and I will have to talk
about,” my mom continued.
“What’s that?” he asked.
“She asked if Alex could go along and watch Nick for the week,”
she answered.
‘Florida? With Steve? For a week?’
“Oh, mom, can I?” I pleaded. “Please let me go.”
“No fair,” my little sister protested. “Why does he get to go to
Florida? I want to go too.”
“That would be nice,” my dad commented.
“Can I go, Dad? Please,” I asked.
“We have been invited to go along. They’re staying in a house some
friends of theirs own. Their friends are going to be out of town for
that week visiting relatives.” my mom added.
“Really? Hmm…why don’t we all go then?” he suggested.
“Yah!” my sister cheered. “Disneyworld!”
I breathed an internal sigh of relief. Christmas was going to
turn out even better than I had thought.
The week before we left seemed to go quickly since we were
involved in preparations for the trip. I also found that being able to
spend a whole week with Steve was much better than just one night, and I
could wait for something like that.
We all loaded into our van on the day of our flight and headed for
the airport. The airplane ride was kind of fun since I’d only been on an
airplane once before when I was very young.
When we landed in Florida we were all quite glad we had come to
this state of warmth and sunshine. Our families picked up our rental
cars, packed them up, and drove out to the house.
It was a beautiful, large house on the beach. We unpacked and
then went out to the beach to relax. That night we went out to eat.
The next morning I slept in. When I woke up I went into Nick’s
room which was connected to mine by a bathroom. His bed was empty. I
looked out his window and could see that they were all out on the beach.
I returned to our bathroom, slipped out of my boxer shorts, and
stepped into the shower. As I was washing my crotch, I started to tease
myself. I had worked my cock into an erection when Steve suddenly stuck
his head in, nearly scaring the shit out of me.
“Hurry up and meet me in your room,” he said. Then he pulled the
curtain closed.
Like I was going to keep him waiting!
I shut off the water and quickly dried off, my excitement
distracting me from drying off very well. Water droplets still spotted my
body, but I wrapped the towel around my waist, not caring.
In my room, Steve lay on the bed completely naked with his swollen
erection in his hand. To my eyes it seemed shiny. On the nightstand was
an open jar of Vaseline.
‘Did he put that on it?’ I wondered.
Dropping the towel, I crawled into bed with him.
“I want you to fuck me,” he whispered in my ear.
“Huh?” I asked.
“This is something only a guy can do for me,” Steve said. “Bring
that nice dick of yours over here.”
I scooted up closer to the head of the bed. He dipped his fingers
into the Vaseline and spread this over my dick. The butterflies started
up in my stomach as I wondered what he was up to.
Once my penis was fully covered in it, Steve turned over onto his
hands and knees. He dipped his fingers into the jar again and spread it
generously over his anus. I watched as he slid one and then two fingers
into his hole.
“You’re going to stick this,” he said, stroking my cock, “into
here.” He pushed a finger into his hole again.
“Put it in there?” I asked, shocked.
“Yes.”
“Won’t it hurt?” I asked. I’d gotten used to a finger, but
something like a cock would surely hurt.
“No, it’ll feel really good. Especially one your size. Trust
me,” Steve soothed.
“Okay.”
I knelt behind him, putting my hands on his waist and lining up my
cock with his hole.
“Go slow. I’ll tell you what to do,” he said.
I pressed the head of my erection against the outside of his anus.
I pushed forward gently, but my penis slipped down between his legs in
front. His hand grabbed my dick and guided it back to his anus. He put
the head just inside him.
“Now push forward slowly,” he ordered, removing his hand.
I followed this instruction, inserting my erection bit by bit into
him. It was so tight and hot inside. It felt great against my erection.
Once I was completely in, his muscles squeezed me a couple times in greeting.
“Okay, just hold it there. How does it feel?”
“Oh, it’s great,” I answered.
“It feels good from this end too. Now, slowly pull out, but not
all the way. Then push in again. Keep doing this slowly, but then go
faster when it feels right.”
I withdrew until just the head rested inside him. Then I plunged
back in him. I realized as I continued this pumping action that this
might be what it feels like to fuck a girl.
When my orgasm began to build, I pumped him harder and faster.
The pressure in my groin grew as I continued. I slipped out at one point
when I became a little too eager, but I quickly pushed back in without any
trouble and regained my momentum.
Beneath me Steve was grunting and moaning at each of my thrusts.
He even started shoving his butt back into my pelvis to meet my thrusts.
This physical exertion caused me to sweat and I started breathing
heavily as I thrust faster and faster. Just as I was about to come
anyway, I felt tiny muscle contractions within his anus. These caused me
to climax.
I let out a loud groan and fell forward onto his back as I spurted
forcefully in his ass. I lay there for a while unable to move, my slick
chest against his sweaty back, and my cock still buried inside him.
When I regained some strength, I pulled out and wondered where all
that cum had gone. I wondered if it would just stay inside or if it fell out.
“I better get going,” Steve said, getting up off the bed.
“Aren’t you going to do that to me?” I asked.
Steve smiled. “No, I think I’m just a little too big for someone
your size. It would probably hurt if I stuck this thing in you.”
“Oh. But you didn’t come. Don’t–”
“Yes I did,” Steve said, pointing to the bed. Thick white tiny
pools of semen covered the sheets. Those muscle contractions I felt in
his anus must have been his climax. “It felt really good, Alex. We’ll
definitely have to do that again.”
“Okay.”
“They’re probably missing me. Can you clean that up?” he asked.
“Sure,” I answered.
“Thanks.” He pulled on his swim trunks. He gave me a quick, but
passionate, kiss before he left.
I jumped on the bed in sheer joy and rolled around in his semen.
I got up and went to take another shower.

Part 6

Christmas day came and went in a fairly typical manner. The only
differences were that we were in a warm climate, and my family was
spending this special holiday with the Wallaces.
I received lots of great presents. The Wallaces gave me a
babysitting bonus which they’d done for me last year also. That was nice,
but the only real bonus I wanted was another night alone with Steve.
It was decided that we would go to Disneyworld the next day. My
little sister had been bugging my parents to go there ever since we’d
arrived. I looked forward to going there also, but I knew I would miss
the day spent in the house or no the beach since that was when Steve and I
had last had the opportunity to get together.
The sound of the shower, coming from the bathroom Nick and I
shared, woke me that morning. I got up and entered the bathroom. It was
fairly warm in there and a light mist was forming on the mirror.
Pulling my half-hard cock from my jockeys, I relieved my bladder.
Once I was finished, I went to the shower curtain and pulled it aside a
bit to stick my head in (reminiscent of what Steve had done to me.) Nick
was facing that end of the shower with his back to the water. His crotch
was a soapy mass with only his engorged cock head peeking through as his
hands worked away on his erection.
“Hey, Nick. Looks like you’re havin’ fun,” I said.
“I am. Come in,” he said.
My cock slowly stiffened within my shorts at this suggestion. I
was feeling really horny after having just woken up, so I was only too
happy to jump in the shower with him.
After slipping out of my jockeys, I hopped in and closed the
curtain behind me. My hand reached out and replaced his on his slippery
erection. I stroked him for a while until he started playing with my cock.
“Hold on, let me get wet,” I said.
I walked under the nozzle and let the water coat my body. Then I
soaped up my crotch as Nick had done and we got into some pretty intense
jerking off. Nick came a few times during this, but it wasn’t working for me.
As I continued to stroke his cock and slide the loose skin up and
down, I wondered what it would feel like to have Nick’s erection up my
butt. Steve said he couldn’t do it to me, but I wondered how Nick’s would
feel. He was much smaller, so maybe his would be okay. I also remembered
that Steve had come while I was in his ass, so maybe I could come that way
too.
“Nick, I want you to try something,” I said.
“What?” he asked.
I grabbed the soap and rubbed a good lather into my crack as I
explained what I wanted. Nick was fairly agreeable.
Once it felt slippery enough, I turned around and bent over, my
ass directly in front of Nick. I spread my cheeks for his little hard
cock and waited in this position as his cock lined up.
His first thrust was good. I had made a good target. The head of
his cock slid in easily but then got caught in the unyielding muscle band.
“Push a little,” I urged as I tried to get some control over those
muscles in my anus.
Through a combination of both our efforts, he slid his erection
all the way in. I could feel his hairless pubis against my butt. It felt
good having his dick in me, even better than my finger.
“Okay, now push in and out,” I told him. “Be careful not to slip out.”
He followed these instructions perfectly. I grabbed my cock and
began pumping on it fast and furious. The whole experience felt so good.
I went wild as I felt my orgasm approach. I shoved my ass against
Nick to hurry his thrusting and my hand moved in a blur on my soapy
erection. With a low moan I came, spurting semen straight down the drain
to be quickly washed away by the water.
“Thanks,” I told Nick as he slipped out. I turned and hugged him.
We finished the shower and then got out and dressed for our trip
to Disneyworld. The day was a lot of fun. We all really enjoyed ourselves.
Sometime during the day it was decided that the Wallaces and my
parents would go out to the bar that night. The Wallaces asked me to
babysit and my parents asked me too, but I wouldn’t be earning any money
from my parents.
That night Nick, my sister, and I were playing a board game after
our parents left when someone knocked at the front door. I answered it
and found out that it was Aaron, the boy from next door.
Aaron and Nick had met on the first day and had gotten along well
since they were fairly close in age. Aaron was thirteen with red hair and
cute freckles dotting his face. He didn’t have the fair complexion most
red heads have which allowed him to tan, and his skin was fairly dark from
being out in the sun.
Nick asked Aaron to join us which he did. After playing for a
while, I had to take my sister up to bed. As I was waiting for her to get
ready for bed, Nick and Aaron came upstairs. They went to Nick’s room.
Once my sister was asleep, I went back downstairs and watched TV.
I hadn’t gotten very far into the program when Nick came down, his face a
little flushed.
“Hey, Alex, do you want to fool around?” he asked.
“Huh?” I asked although I had a pretty good idea what he meant.
“Like this morning. You know,” Nick insisted.
“But Aaron’s here.”
“That’s okay. He said he fools around with his cousin sometimes.
He wants to see your dick.”
‘Cool!’ I thought. I wouldn’t mind seeing his either. I knew he
was older than Nick, so I hoped he had some hair around his cock. I was
really curious as to what color his pubic hair would be if he had any.
Nick and I ran upstairs, both of us eager to begin the show. When
we entered the room, I saw Aaron laying on the bed with his shirt off.
Only the bedside lamp was on, casting light over his sleek, defined chest.
I went to the bed and ran my hand over his chest, pausing to tweak
a nipple. I put my hand on his crotch and could feel a distinct bulge there.
“Can I take off your clothes?” Aaron asked in a low voice. I
heard his tongue click audibly in his mouth as he spoke. He was nervous.
This excited me even more. My cock was pushing at the confines of my
clothing.
“Sure,” I answered.
He removed my shirt and then pulled down my shorts. He paused at
my briefs, looking up at me.
“Go ahead,” I urged.
Eagerly he pulled them down, catching my erection in the process.
It snapped free, slapping my abdomen on the rebound. I was really hard.
I wanted to see this kid’s cock.
Nick and Aaron both started playing with my erection in the light
from the lamp as I stood naked before them. While they pleasured my penis
with their feather touches, I pulled off Aaron’s socks.
“Okay, it’s Nick’s turn now,” I announced. I really wanted to see
Aaron’s cock, hoping he had hair, but I also wanted to postpone the
inevitable, so I could relish the anticipation.
Aaron and I both stripped Nick who began playing with his four
inch hard on once he was naked. I knelt before Nick and swirled my tongue
around the head of his cock before I got up again to concentrate on Aaron.
At my urging, he laid down on the bed. I slowly undid his shorts
and pulled these down his tan legs which were lightly coated with reddish
blond hairs. Then I put my nose in his crotch, taking in the odor of
laundry detergent, coconut oil, and his own scent: a sweet, milky odor.
I put a hand on either side of his waist and slowly drew down his
undershorts, careful not to catch his erection in the elastic. My eyes
were fixed on the flesh that I slowly revealed.
The white flesh, that he obviously covered when in the sun, was
soon broken by a small collection of rust hairs at the base of his penis.
I pulled off his undershorts and then quickly returned to these.
There were only a few of them, but I loved them all. They weren’t
very long, and they were straight and silky to the touch. I ran my hand
over these silky pubic hairs and then ran my fingers over the length of
his erection which was only a little smaller than mine.
“I put my dick in his butt,” Nick told Aaron then, grinning.
“Yeah, me and my cousin did that once,” Aaron answered.
“Do you want to do it now?” I asked.
“No, it kinda hurt.”
I nodded and brought my mouth down on the head of his cock. I
sucked at just the tip before moving down his length. I removed my mouth
and sucked in each of his hairless balls.
“Hey, Nick, help me out here,” I said. “Lick his nuts.”
Nick joined us on the bed and went to work, lightly flicking
Aaron’s ball sack with his little tongue. I went to work on giving Aaron
a great blow job.
As we licked and sucked, I continued to stroke his silky rust
pubic hair. As Aaron was about to come, I removed my mouth and finished
him off by hand. His come splattered across his belly and chest. I
licked off the semen that dribbled onto my hand. Nick quickly lapped off
the semen on Aaron’s body.
“My turn,” I announced.
We repositioned ourselves with me in Aaron’s spot. The two boys
eagerly started in on their task. I watched as Aaron’s red head bobbed up
and down on my cock. Nick licked at my balls. Aaron had a number of
tricks including slipping his tongue into the slit at the end of my penis.
With all this activity I felt myself begin to come.
“Nick, stick your finger in my hole,” I gasped.
His little finger immediately wormed its way into my anus. With
this I came, shooting into Aaron’s willing mouth. He swallowed it all
without any problems.
“Wow, you were really good,” I told him.
“Thanks. My cousin taught me,” Aaron answered.
“How old’s your cousin?”
“Fifteen.”
‘I wouldn’t mind meeting his cousin,’ I thought.

Part 7

The next day was another one spent at the beach. I got a lot of
sun that day playing out on the sand with Aaron and Nick. Later in the
day my mom and Tami took my sister and they went out. I guess they went
shopping, but I wasn’t sure.
When they returned, we all went out for dinner. Then we went out
to a movie theater together. My sister, mom, and Tami went to a Disney
picture at my sister’s insistence while us guys went to an action flick.
It was an okay movie. I got to sit next to Steve so that was really the
best part of it.
After getting back, I went to my room and read for a while. I
ended up falling asleep, but woke up a little later feeling very thirsty.
I undressed, put on boxer shorts, and creeped quietly downstairs
to get something to drink. As I passed the family room, I saw my dad
drinking with Steve. I crept quietly past this room and went to the kitchen.
Beer cans were piled up in the recycling bin. I realized they must
have been drinking for quite a while. I got my water and then crept back
to the family room. I was curious as to what they were talking about.
Kneeling in the dark recesses of the doorway, I had a clear view
of them as they continued to drink.
“Yeah, those were some fun times,” my dad said.
“We sure were a couple of studs,” Steve commented.
“I had my share, but you–you had more than enough women,” my dad said.
“Aw, c’mon, Dan. Not that many,” Steve chuckled.
Their words were slightly slurred as they spoke, and I could see
they were really drunk, but it was a mellow drunk.
“Oh, yeah, too many. And what about guys?” my dad asked with a grin.
“Guys?” Steve asked. “What are ya talkin’ ’bout?”
“I heard you fucked some guys too,” he answered.
I was shocked to hear my dad swear. He never swore in my
presence, not even when he got hurt.
“Well…”
“Did ya?” my dad asked, smiling broadly and leaning forward.
“Yeah, I did,” Steve admitted.
“Really?” my dad asked, a little skeptical as he sat back. “What
was it like?” He took a swig of beer.
“It was good.”
“Ya liked it?”
“Yeah.”
“Have you done it since you were married?” my dad asked.
“No,” Steve lied. At least he wasn’t so drunk to reveal what he
and I had done.
“Do you want to?” he asked so softly I barely caught what he said.
“I think about it sometimes,” Steve admitted.
“What about right now?”
“You mean you and me?” Steve asked.
My dad thought for a while and answered. “Yeah.”
My cock immediately sprang to life. Would they do it together,
right here, right now? My erection poked through the loose fly of my
boxer shorts and my fingers began to tease the head.
Steve reached across the back of the couch and stroked my dad’s
neck. My dad put his hand on Steve’s thigh and tentatively began
caressing his thigh. Then Steve’s hand moved to my dad’s shirt front
where he began to unbutton the shirt.
Surprisingly enough for me, I was becoming excited by the idea of
seeing my dad naked. I’d only seen him nude when I was a kid and those
memories were really fuzzy as I looked back. I felt weird about getting
excited about my dad’s naked body, so I tried to tell myself I was excited
about seeing Steve naked again and having sex with my dad.
My dad’s shirt came off and I could see his broad chest. It was
lightly tanned from the days out in the sun. His pectorals were covered
in curly brown hair, and I could see his pink nipples poking up from this
hair. He also had a line of hair running down between his pecs over his
abdomen and then disappearing under his shorts.
Steve was already at work revealing this hidden hair to my eyes.
Steve had undone his shorts and was unzipping them. My dad stood up to
let Steve finish undressing him.
My dad’s cock began to thicken and elongate once exposed to the
air. His penis looked a lot like mine and seemed t be about the same
size. Steve was kneeling before him, having just removed my dad’s
clothes. He brought his mouth to my dad’s crotch and began to blow him.
“Oh, Steve, that feels so good,” my dad groaned. His hands were
running through Steve’s thick, black hair, ruffling it as Steve sucked on
my dad’s erection.
My hand began to work a little faster on my erection as Steve
continued the blowjob. I saw him reach under my dad’s hairy balls and
figured he was going to slip a finger up my dad’s ass. I really liked
that; I wondered how my dad would feel about it.
“Oh yeah,” he sighed. He spread his legs a little to allow Steve
easier access.
I sat down then. Kneeling on the hardwood floor for that long was
tough on my knees. I could still see just fine and continue my private
stroking while the show continued.
“Hold on,” my dad said, pushing Steve’s head away.
“What?” Steve asked.
“I really want you to fuck me. You better do it now, too, before
I change my mind,” my dad explained.
Steve smiled. “Okay.”
He quickly undressed. The two men stood naked before each other:
my dad with his cock hard and glistening from Steve’s saliva, and Steve
with his impressive prick at half mast.
“You’re really hung,” my dad complimented. He touched Steve’s
cock.
“Thanks.”
“Will it hurt? You’re so big…”
“Don’t worry. I know what I’m doing,” Steve answered with a smile
of reassurance. “Now get on all fours with your ass in the air.”
My dad went doggie style before Steve, and Steve knelt behind him.
“Shouldn’t we have some kinda lube or somethin’?” my dad asked,
trying to look back at Steve.
“I’ll take care of that,” Steve answered.
He spread my dad’s ass cheeks and put his mouth to the crack. I
didn’t have a very good view since this was mostly profile, but I figured
he was tonguing my dad’s anus.
“Oh yeah. That feels great,” my dad told him, pushing his ass
into Steve’s face for more.
Then Steve spit on his hands and rubbed these over his erection.
It was not stiff and at full size. He lined it up and began inserting it
inch by inch into my dad.
“How’s that?” he asked when it was half way in.
“Okay.”
Steve went ahead and pushed it all the way home. Then he started
thrusting slowly in and out of my dad’s ass. I could hear my dad grunt at
each thrust. I couldn’t tell if he was enjoying it or not. I hope he was
even though I was a little jealous that he got to have sex with Steve
instead of me getting Steve to myself. Still, it was fun to watch.
The sight of Steve’s thick cock driving in and out of my dad’s
butt really excited me. I increased the pumping action on my cock as I
watched Steve’s firm, smooth buttocks clench as he thrust.
Steve spit on his hand and reached under my dad to grab his
erection. He began stroking as he thrust.
“Fuck me, Steve. Oh, that feels so good,” my dad said, his body
moving in tandem with Steve. I couldn’t believe my dad was talking so
dirty.
“You’re so tight, Dan. I love fucking your ass,” Steve answered.
I began pumping faster on my erection, my hips thrusting in time
as I watched this intense fucking. Steve thrust faster and faster, a
sweat coming to his brow. His hand on my dad’s cock picked up speed too.
Suddenly he thrust forward hard and let out a loud moan as his entire body
tensed.
Then he collapsed on my dad for a few moments. I stopped jacking
off and watched as Steve removed his cock and bent to lick at my dad’s
anus.
“We need to finish you off,” Steve told him. “Go sit on the
couch.”
My dad got up and went to the couch. Steve knelt between his legs
and began sucking him off again. It was all I could do to keep from
running in there and joining them. I picked up the speed on my cock once
again while I watched.
Steve’s hair was being ruffled once again by my dad as he was
being blown. My dad sat with his head thrown back, eyes closed in
ecstasy, and legs spread wide. I could see the back of Steve’s head as it
went up and down my dad’s shaft.
“Suck my cock! Suck that big fucker,” my dad ordered.
Steve picked up the pace, and I worked my cock in time to his head
motions. I imagined I was in my dad’s spot.
Soon my dad’s legs tensed, and he let out a low groan. Steve
stopped his head motions to catch my dad’s semen as it pumped into his
mouth. As my dad came, I realized I was about to come also. I removed my
hand as soon as I felt it, but it was too late. Semen shot out from my
penis and splattered all over my chest. I heard glob hit the floor next to
me.
‘Shit!’
I quickly slipped out of my boxers and cleaned up the floor with
them and then ran it over my chest to catch most of the semen there. My
hand was still sticky with semen, but I would take care of that once I got
back to my room. I couldn’t let them catch me watching. I quickly ran
upstairs and into my room where I was safe.
Once I had cleaned up, and was laying in bed, I knew that I now
had some new material to replay in my mind when I was masturbating.

Part 8

Our vacation was coming to an end. I woke up the morning of our
last day in Florida and felt a tremendous sense of loss. Looking back on
the past week, I realized that there had been some really good times, many
of which included sexual encounters. I met a boy who knew some great
tongue tricks, explored a new sexual avenue with Steve, and seen my dad
and Steve fuck. I really couldn’t ask for much more except for the week
to never end so that I could have these adventures forever. Unfortunately
all good things come to an end.
The morning started out beautiful, warm, and sunny just as every
other morning that week had been. I went out and played with Aaron and
Nick for a while on the beach. I asked Aaron about his cousin and found
out that his cousin lived in Illinois, near Chicago. That two state
distance wasn’t very encouraging to me. I had hoped that I could meet him
some day. Aaron had shown me a picture, and the guy was really cute.
Plus he seemed to know a lot about sex, and he was my own age. I
desperately wanted to have sex with him, but right now I didn’t see a way
to do it.
After finding this out, I felt a little depressed about the
situation until lunch. Steve pulled me aside and said that he would meet
me tonight in my room. He wanted to celebrate our last night there with a
special surprise for me. That really perked up my spirits. I wondered
what he could have in mind.
That night I ended up going to bed early, hoping that it would
speed Steve’s arrival. It didn’t really work; it made the time go slower
as I constantly looked up from my book to check the clock. I wore only a
pair of boxer shorts so Steve could undress me faster.
Finally a soft knock came at the door, and Steve entered. He was
fully dressed and looked as sexy as ever. I couldn’t wait to strip off
his clothes and feast my eyes on that cock of his.
“Hi, Alex,” he said, coming to the bed.
“Hi,” I whispered back.
He leaned over and kissed me passionately on the lips.
“Are you ready for your surprise?” he asked as we broke.
“Yeah.”
Steve smiled and took a pair of scissors from his pocket.
“I think it’s time we trimmed that pubic hair of yours,” he stated.
My heart beat picked up speed at the thought of him trimming me.
I would look just like him, so every time I was naked I would be reminded
of him.
“Yes,” I answered.
He tugged at my boxer shorts, and I lifted my hips to allow him to
slip them off.
“I’ll get the waste basket,” he explained as he moved away and
over to the corner where it was.
“Take off your clothes,” I whispered. I needed to see his naked
body now!
He grinned. As he walked over to the wastebasket he slowly pulled
up his shirt and tossed it off. Then he sat down on the chair and took
off his socks. He picked up the can and returned to my side with it. At
my bedside, he slowly peeled off his shorts and his underwear. His cock
was hardening slowly as it became exposed.
I slowly stroked his cock and it became hard, extending and
thickening to its full size. I kissed its head before lying back to let
him trim my crotch.
He brought the scissors down and snipped away at my pubic hair.
He took away a lot of the length and then trimmed it into a neat little
mound at the base of my cock. Then he carefully clipped off the hair on
my balls until they were smooth. I stroked them after he was done. I
liked the new look.
“Let’s go look in the mirror,” I suggested.
He willingly followed me into the bathroom. We stood side by side
with our arms around each other looking into the mirror. Our hair was
almost a perfect match. I wished I had a camera at that moment to record
this scene, but I realized as I thought that that I would never forget
this image.
We left the bathroom and I went and laid down on the bed at
Steve’s suggestion. He crawled between my legs and brought his mouth down
slowly on my cock. He took it all the way in once and then removed his
lips. He then began licking at my now hairless ball sac.
“Dad,” a new, but familiar voice whispered from the foot of the bed.
Steve spun around and came face to face with his son. Nick stood
at the foot of the bed in the dimly lit room wearing only his white jockey
undershorts. I could see he had an erection and knew he was excited by
what was happening before him, but I wasn’t sure what Steve was going to
do now. Here his own son had caught him sucking on my dick. What would
he say?
“Nick, son, what–” Steve began, at a loss for words.
“You have a really big dick,” Nick observed, staring at his dad’s
erection which was starting to go down.
“Uh…Nick, why don’t you and I go back into your room and I’ll
explain what’s going–”
“I know what you’re doing. I didn’t think you did this though. I
thought just us kids did this stuff,” Nick said.
“Well, no, not just kids. Adults do it too,” Steve answered.
“Can I do it with you?” Nick asked.
“No, Nick, I don’t think that would be a good idea…”
“Can I do it with Alex?” he asked.
Steve just looked at me. I didn’t want to give away the fact that
Nick and I had already had sex since I wasn’t sure how he would react. I
hoped that Nick would have enough sense to keep quiet about it too. I
just nodded and shrugged my shoulders in response.
“I guess that it’s okay with Alex, but there’s something you have
to understand, Nick,” Steve said.
“What?”
“You can’t tell anybody about what happens in this room tonight.
Do you understand. Nobody. Not even your mom,” Steve said.
Nick nodded. “I won’t tell anyone. It’s a secret.”
Steve nodded. Then he turned back to me and as he looked at me, I
could see a light twinkle in his eye.
“I have an idea,” Steve said.
“What?” I asked.
“Would you like him to do your ass?” Steve asked.
“Sure,” I answered, pretending that this would be the first time,
since I knew that was what Steve would expect.
Steve turned to Nick. “How does this sound? Some boys like it
when another boy sticks their dick into his butt hole. Would you like to
do that to Alex?”
“Yeah,” Nick nodded.
Steve got off the bed and I immediately rolled over onto my
stomach. I didn’t want to chance having Nick see my clipped new look and
saying something about that.
“Okay, Nick, take off your underwear,” Steve said.
His son eagerly tore them off and climbed onto the bed. Steve
brought out the Vaseline and began lubing up my anus with it.
“Okay, Nick, now what you’re going to do is stick your dick into there
and push it in and out. Do you understand?” Steve asked.
“Yeah,” Nick answered.
Steve put some Vaseline on Nick’s erection and really noticed its
size for the first time.
“Yep, you’re my son all right. Your dick is going to be just as
big as mine when you grow up,” he said.
“I hope so, Dad.”
Steve guided Nick’s erection into my anus.
“We’re going to do this real slow at first. Let me know if it
starts to hurt, Alex,” Steve told me.
“Okay.”
Steve slipped Nick’s erection into me very easily. I was already
accustomed to its small size, relatively speaking, so I didn’t have any
problems. Then Nick was given free reign as Steve moved back and let Nick
thrust in and out of my ass.
“How does that feel, Nick?” Steve asked.
“It’s all slippery and my dick feels tingly,” Nick answered.
I could see that Steve was excited by the display. He stood just
off the side of the bed with his huge erection in hand, slowly stroking it
and watching us intently.
Matching Nick’s rhythm, I began to push back as he came forward,
trying to push him even deeper into me. I felt an orgasm begin to build
within me and let myself go. Nick’s rhythm began to speed up and soon I
felt his cock twitch a little inside of me; I knew he had cum, but he kept
on pumping into me like a little trooper. From experience, I knew that he
could come many times without losing his erection because he wasn’t
producing semen yet. I guess an orgasm changed once semen was involved.
Steve couldn’t stand being apart from the action and soon joined
us on the bed. He put his head under me as I crouched on all fours with
Nick pounding into me. His mouth found my erection and he began giving me
a blowjob. I couldn’t believe the sensations I was feeling.
With this treatment on both ends, my orgasm came quickly. I
erupted into Steve’s mouth, pouring out the semen from my fantastic orgasm.
Steve swallowed it all up and then removed his mouth.
“Okay, Nick, you can stop now,” he told him. I was happy he said
something because Nick’s movements in my ass weren’t doing as much for me
any more, and I just wanted to lay down for a little while and get back my
breath.
Nick joined us on the bed. We laid down with Steve between us.
He put his arms around us both and hugged us to him.
“Can I suck your dick, Dad?” Nick asked.
Although Steve had gotten over some of his inhibitions about his
son and sex, I could see he wasn’t going to go that far.
“No, Nick, but you can watch Alex do it,” Steve answered.
“Okay,” Nick sighed. His little hand lightly touched his dad’s
penis before we got up and moved into position.
Nick got off the bed and stood next to it watching while Steve lay
back with me between his legs. I brought my mouth down on his limp penis
and worked at it bringing it to an erection quickly using some of the new
tricks that Aaron had taught me.
“Unh, Alex, that feels really good. You’ve learned…” Steve noticed.
I continued to work on his erection, attacking it with all my
energy. I was determined to give him a great climax. I slipped a finger
into his anus and felt him loosen the muscles there to allow it. I wormed
this deep into him and continued to probe as I sucked.
He came, his muscles contracting around my finger, and his semen
shooting in large jets into my mouth. This time I swallowed it all. I
was quite proud of myself.
“That was great,” Steve gasped right after. He sat up and kissed
me with his mouth open. I returned it. I could feel his tongue inside my
mouth, tasting his own semen.
“Nick, go back to your room. I’ll come in there in a little bit
and tuck you in,” Steve said.
Nick nodded and then left.
“You know that tape of me that you found?” Steve asked.
‘How could I forget it?’ I wondered.
“Yeah.”
“I had always hoped that you would find it,” Steve said.
“You did?”
“Yeah. I put it there just for you. I used to check it every
night after you babysat. You can’t imagine how excited I was when I saw
that you had finally found it.”
“I’m glad I did.”
“Me too.”
He kissed me again and then got up and got dressed. He said
good night and then went into Nick’s room.
I lay there for quite a while after he left thinking about
everything that I had done since I’d found that tape. I was very happy
about it all, but I knew that my time with Steve would have to come to an
end some time. I needed to find someone my own age to fool around with.
My time with Steve had been great, but it could become a problem if anyone
else found out about it, and the same went for what Nick and I had done.
I needed someone like Aaron’s cousin.
Once I came to this conclusion, I knew that the journey for a sex
partner my own age would be a fun one. I looked forward to it.

The End
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