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Subject: {ASSM} Behind Locked Doors (mm/mmm, size, reluc, seduction, mast, oral)
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Behind Locked Doors by petelargo@hotmail.com

   1.

   "Tell me when you want to come", Paul said breathlessly as we both
intently watched him working on the rim of my erection.  He had formed his
thumb and forefinger into a loose circle which he was steadily moving up
and down just over the swollen rim of my cock-head, His fingers gliding in
the thick film of cream which his intense teasing was milking from my
hardon; his other hand was engaged in lightly tickling my balls.  It was a
hot afternoon in the small woods behind my house, and my ballsack was
hanging low and full.

   Paul had been doing me for almost three-quarters of an hour, and my cock
was swollen intensely, rock-hard, darkened to an angry reddish purple from
the pressure of the blood swelling it.  My balls were aching from the
pressure of the semen building in them.  Over the last several months since
we had become jack-off buddies, he had become expert at keeping me on the
edge of orgasm, not making me come until I told him to; and this rim-job
technique was one of his most intense methods.  I finally told him that I
was ready to come, and he shifted his grip and grasped my erection with his
other hand also to jack my whole shaft; as I felt the trance of another
huge orgasm slowly engulf my awareness, I reflected back on the events that
had led to this incredible sexual release becoming a daily part of my
life...

   It started in the spring of that year.  My best friend was a slightly
older guy who lived a few blocks from me.  We had started jerking off with
each other occasionally when we were younger, but it had never amounted to
much; we were both reserved and self-conscious about it; but we would
occasionally do it together when we slept over at each other's houses.

   On this particular night I was sleeping over at his house.  We watched a
late-night horror movie, the two of us and his younger brother Paul.  Paul
had usually been excluded from our hanging out together, but he had just
turned eighteen, and the friction and competition between them had seemed
to be lessening in recent months.

   After the movie we had hot chocolates, and at one point the talk turned
to a new girlie magazine my friend had come by.  He got it out, and we all
ogled over the foldout and other suggestive pictures.  We all had bulges in
our pants, and my friend suggested he and I turn in, excluding Paul.

   Paul got mad at this exclusion, blurting, "I know what you guys are
going to do.  I'll tell mom unless you let me in your room too, then I'll
keep your secret." After a little more wrangling over the status of various
prior obligations and counter-obligations between the brothers, it was
agreed that Paul could join us.

   We retired to the bedroom, took off our pants and sat on the bed,
resuming our studying of the nasty magazine.  All our underwear were tented
with our arousal at the pictures, and when we couldn't contain ourselves
any longer my friend and I pulled down our briefs and started rubbing our
hard cocks.  Paul hesitated, then followed suit.

   We sat side by side stroking our hardons, checking each other out as
boys will do.  My friend and I had seen each other's erections many times,
but Paul displayed an especial interest, particularly in my cock, although
he tried to conceal it.

   His cock was on the small side, maybe about five inches long, and thin,
like one of my fingers.  My friends was nice sized, maybe five-and-a-half
inches long, and well formed, a prominent head perched over a substantial
shaft.

   My hardon was longer, at a bit more than seven inches; but it was
unusually thick.  A normal to largish good-sized head perched upon an
unusually thick shaft, as big around as my wrist, which tapered slightly
near its tip to meet the rim of my more normal-sized head.  The impression
was as if someone had attached a dick head to a slightly tapering soda can,
and somehow attached it to my groin.

   Paul was obviously amazed by my cock, commenting how thick it was; I
held it sticking straight out by its base for him to admire.  He looked
awed; and, comparing our three cocks, I could see why he might think so. 
Although I wasn't enormously larger than my friend's, I couldn't fit my
hand all the way around mine; next to his, mine looked really abnormal.

   We continued jacking off, looking at the centerfold on the bed between
us.  Paul came first, a few drops of come trickling out of his little cock
as it twitched.  My friend was next, a good several shots arcing over the
magazine.  They both watched me once they were done, and I put on a good
show with the extra attention, sticking it out as far as I could, holding
it with both hands on either side wrapped around it as it spewed a
larger-than-usual load under the added excitement of the audience.  The
hole at the tip of my cock was as proportionately wide as my shaft, so when
I come, it's in thick, rope-like streams.  Paul was clearly awed by the
spectacle, and was quiet as he retired to his own room for the night.

   I didn't think much about that night's events until several days later,
when in the afternoon after school the phone rang.  It was Paul, and he
timidly asked if he could come over for a little while.  I paused, then
told him "ok", wondering what this was about.  Being his older brother's
friend, I didn't have much to do with him ordinarily.

   A few minutes later he showed up, and I offered him a soda and asked him
what's up.  We chatted a bit, while I waited for him to come to the point.
He seemed nervous about something, so I let him take his time.

   We chatted a while; he relaxed a bit, and we even started joking around.
He was maturing nicely, turning into a much more interesting guy than the
little kid I had been aware of over the years.  He was developing a
sophisticated sense of humor, and had a quirky, interesting view of things.

   After a while he suddenly said, with a disquieting intensity; "I really
enjoyed the other night, you know, when you slept over.  That was hot!  And
man, your hardon is so huge!  It was awesome seeing it shoot off like that,
with both your hands around it!" I felt a twinge of embarrassment to hear
him acknowledging our taboo activities of that night, but also a surge of
pride at his obviously heartfelt admiration of my endowment.

   He went on, telling me about how he and one of his friends from the
neighborhood that I knew would get together and jack off together every
chance they got.  He spoke about it feverishly, telling me all about their
activities; obviously he was a real aficionado of masturbation, and didn't
seem to be burdened like I and his brother were with a sense of shame and
taboo about it, and a real fear of others finding out about our activities.
I let him go on; I was quite embarrassed to be hearing him talk about all
this stuff.

   He told me about how they had tried jacking each other off, and
discovered that it felt so much better; getting to lie back, not having to
do anything while your cock gets harder and harder until it explodes all by
itself.  He glanced up at me as he described it, gauging my reaction; then
he sprung his bombshell on me.  Looking up at me with a funny longing, and
with a strange tightness in his voice, he admitted that he came over this
afternoon because he hoped I would let him jack me off.

   I was horrified by his admission, and felt an urge to throw him out
angrily; I had never done such a "perverted" thing before; but I was
surprised at feeling strangely excited by the nastiness of what he was
suggesting, and by his eagerness.  He was obviously fearful of my
rejection; but, also sensing my excitement, he went on urgently, "You won't
have to worry, it'll be our secret, I swear!  I won't breath a word to my
brother or anyone.  You won't have to do anything, I'll only do whatever
you want me to, we can pretend like I'm your slave.  You won't believe how
good it feels!  It'll only take a few minutes, and then we can pretend it
never happened if you want to, I'll never tell anybody...  "

   Hearing his words, I felt my cock swelling in my pants, and I realized I
was going to let him do it to me.  I didn't say a word, but he noticed my
mood shifting toward acceptance, and continued to utter reassurances as he
got up and locked my bedroom door.

   2.

   He turned back around after locking the door and came partways toward
me, hesitantly, waiting expectantly.  The locked door sealed my commitment
to what was coming, and was strangely reassuring; I felt safely cut off
from the prying eyes and standards of society, and freer to indulge in the
forbidden pleasures that Paul was offering.

   I hesitantly reached and undid my belt and waistbutton, then grasped the
zipper to pull it down.  I felt a sudden swoon of lust at the nastiness of
what we were doing; the younger boy watched intently in anticipation as I
slid my zipper down, exposing the growing bulge in my underwear that my
swelling erection was causing.  It continued to grow under his eager gaze
as I slid my pants all the way down and stepped out of them.

   My now rock-hard cock was making a huge tent in the front of my briefs,
which he stared at with a funny hungry fascination.  The anticipation of
what we were about to do was incredibly arousing, and I had never felt my
rod so stiff.  I felt overloaded, in shock at what I was letting myself do;
the mixture of lust, anticipation, and fear making me dizzy almost to the
point of fainting.  I felt like I was possessed, the lust in my groin
controlling my actions against my will, the fear in my head silently
yelling STOP, even as my hands reached for the waistband of my briefs, and
slowly pulled them down to allow my stretched-shiny erection to spring
free; then, I lay back propped up by the pillows on my bed, my hands behind
my head, my thick erection pointed straight up waiting for his
ministrations.

   As I was lying back Paul knelt at the side of the bed, my hardon inches
from his face, which was suffused with a glow of eager anticipation. 
Neither of us said a word as he reached his right hand out and softly took
the shaft between his fingertips, feeling its texture.  At the first touch
of his hand on the stretched skin of my erection, it was as if a bolt of
lightning went off in my body; the sensation was like being plugged into an
electric outlet!  I could tell he wasn't exaggerating, this was going to be
incredible.

   He softly felt up the shaft of my hardon and up over the rim of its head
as we both watched his actions, and felt the silky red skin there, now
shiny from being stretched so full at my arousal.  It felt incredible where
he was touching me, intensely tingling and itching, sending fiery
sensations shooting through my groin.  He softly felt back down the shaft
to its base, then gingerly tried to encircle it with his hand; he could
only reached two-thirds of the way around it.  He squoze it gently, then
resumed his soft touching feel-job.

   As he worked his way back up my virgin hardon he commented about how
amazing it felt to hold such a big one.  I could barely focus on his words,
I was so sunken in the most intense erotic sensations I had ever felt.  My
cock felt painfully swollen, its skin stretched farther than it had ever
been before; I felt intense yearning in my balls and prostate, as the
fluids accumulated in my groin.

   He asked me if what he was doing felt ok as he let his hand drift down
to my ballsack.  I moaned assent as he gently explored it with his
fingertips, then weighed my balls cupped in his palm.  At that moment a big
drop of fluid oozed from the tip of my cockhead, remaining perched on top
of my thick erection.

   He asked me if he should jack me off now, and after hesitating for a
moment to allow me to protest he reached over with his other hand and
grasped the base of my shaft as best he could and started to slowly slide
its skin up and down, continuing to softly tickle my balls with his other
hand.

   The feeling of someone else's hands on my genitals was the most
incredible sensation I had ever felt.  I was completely transported into
sensual ecstasy; my throbbing erection was the center of the universe, and
nothing else mattered.

   He had only gone about a dozen strokes on my cock when I felt myself
starting to come.  My arms and legs grew rigid as a wave of intense,
tingling energy swept from my extremities towards my midsection, as my head
started to feel faint.  I had never experienced not having to work to make
myself come before, and lying back passively as the sensation washed over
me was the most delicious experience I had ever had.

   I felt the fluids surging in my balls as my hardon swelled even further;
Paul felt this and picked up his pace, watching his handiwork with a
focussed hunger, as a flash of light went off in my head and I started to
come.  I moaned; my erection started pulsing spasmodically, giving a little
jump on each pulse; the first two pulses were dry, then on the third pulse
a thick rope of come spurted out from my cock, straight up in the air two
feet, followed by another and another, falling back all over Paul's hand
and my groin and belly.  He watched the semen jetting from my throbbing
cock transfixed, staring intently, his eyes glazed over in lust.

   The spurts of come gradually diminished into a rivulet flowing down the
front of my cockhead and over Paul's hand into the building pool of come on
my belly.  He kept working me gently until the pulsing had completely
subsided, then gave it several long, squeezing pulls to get the last of the
come out of my shaft before softly releasing it.

   I had never come so hard before in my life, or experienced such
exquisite sexual sensations.  He asked me if he should get one of the
towels from my bathroom for me, and as he got up to do it I noticed with
amazement how comfortable I felt at what we had just done; somehow the
complete privacy of our situation, together with Paul's obvious attitude of
wholehearted eager commitment to purposefully making me come, enabled me to
feel comfortable with what was in itself a gross transgression of my usual
moral values.

   As he returned from the bathroom carrying my towel I noticed that his
pants were tented from his own arousal at what we had been doing. 
Pointedly looking at it, I told him he better take care of that.  He looked
up at me gratefully, and unzipped his fly, releasing his little, but
obviously rock-hard, erection.

   He knelt back down by the side of the bed where he had done me and
started to jack his little cock.  After only about twenty strokes he
started to come, and I could tell he was coming hard; his eyes were closed,
his face was all tightened up and turning red, as several small jets of
semen squirted from his hardon.

   After a minute , we cleaned ourselves up, and I got dressed.  As I
dressed I told him that I had never come so hard before, and that he could
do me whenever he wanted to.  He smiled awkwardly, looking down.  "I could
tell you liked it", he said, and added, "I loved feeling your huge dick
coming- I can't believe how much you come!  I'll do it as often as you'll
let me." He looked away with a sudden shyness, as I answered with a forced
aloofness that we could do it again tomorrow after school if he wanted; he
said that would be great, and, unlocking the door, he left.

   3.

   The next day I arrived home from school restless with anticipation of
what was to come.  All day I had kept replaying the events of yesterday
over and over in my imagination, tremendously excited to be having such an
incredible indulgence in such a decadent, nasty act available to me, and
yet have no apparent repercussions in my life.  It was like having a secret
life where anything goes, and also my normal life completely untouched by
my licentiousness.  I felt a dizzying sense of freedom and liberation at
exploring this virgin territory of experience.

   I had been home maybe twenty minutes when there was a knock on my
window, and, looking, I saw it was Paul.  He went around to the back door
where I let him in.  After offering him a soda we went to my room, and as
soon as we had entered he turned and locked the door.

   As he turned back around I had already undone my belt, and was slipping
my pants down.  I freed them from my feet and stood there facing him in my
underwear, my briefs stretched to their limit by my already-swollen dick.
He stared at it with his funny mix of longing and fixation, and, without
looking up from it, asked me meekly how I would like him to do me today.

   I hadn't previously thought of the freedom to indulge in my fantasies
that this situation could afford, but freedom and Paul's submissiveness
were a quick teacher; and getting the idea right away, I pointed at the
chair in front of my desk, and suggested he sit in it, while I stood in
front of him.

   He followed my suggestion eagerly with no hint of willfulness, walked to
the chair, and was sitting down as I slid my underwear down my legs and
off. I turned to face him, my erection pointing at his face; assessing the
situation, he looked up at me and asked matter-of-factly, "Is it ok if I
take my clothes off?  I wouldn't want to get any on them, it'd show." I
told him sure, and as he disrobed, I reflected on the power he seemed eager
to give me to direct our activities.  It felt exhilarating, and especially
with the wild liberation that our secret pact was making me feel, I felt an
extra thrill to be in charge.

   He had taken his shirt off, then his pants and underwear in one
movement; his little erection was sticking up stiffly.  I looked at us
together, the contrast between my large hardon and his finger of a cock
emphasizing the disparity between them, making mine seem even bigger by
comparison.

   He sat back down, his little hardon poking up above his closed thighs. I
turned again to face him, and, giddy at my own brazenness, told him to
start by tickling my cockhead.

   He seemed to completely accept my assuming the role of director of our
activities, and compliantly reached his right hand up and began lightly
dancing his fingertips over the skin of my cockhead and around its rim. 
Wanting to see how completely he was surrendering to my lead, I didn't say
anything for several minutes, but he kept right on caressing my cockhead,
obviously content to wait for further directions; I was on fire with the
intense stimulation he was giving my prick, combined with the exhilaration
that being in the position to command my own nasty gratification brought
with it.

   Feeling my balls tightening under his intense stimulation, I told him to
shift to very slowly jacking the base of my shaft with his thumb and
fingertips; he complied immediately.  As I let him build up a rhythm, the
slow, deep jacking allowed my urge to come to subside and blend into the
groundswell of arousal that was powerfully building in my groin.

   We watched his movements together as he jacked me off in silence, he
watching with his usual funny focussed intentness, as if there was some
secret satisfaction that getting to make my big dick come afforded him that
I didn't understand.  But I didn't complain!  If he had his reasons for
wanting to do this with me, so did I, and the steady building of pressure
in my balls constantly reminded me what it was.

   A bead of pre-come had been building on the tip of my cock, and I
directed him to do a few long milking strokes with his thumb digging into
the bottom of my shaft to milk out some more.  He complied immediately; the
shiny drop doubled its size with his first pull, and with the second slowly
dripped down onto his lap, trailing a long sticky wet string behind it.  As
I followed it down with my eyes I noticed a similar bead of cream building
on the tip of Paul's cock.

   Feeling my balls tightening again, I had him just squeeze the base a few
times until the urge passed; but even though his hand wasn't moving on my
cock I felt the pressure continue to build steadily: my knees grew weak, as
that burning paralysis swept over my body, converging in my groin, and I
started to come.

   I had tried to hold out, but it was so nasty and erotic to be standing
in front of this intent boy who so eagerly and worshipfully jacked me off,
that I had no choice but to be pulled down into another huge orgasm.  The
touch of his hands on my genitals and the burning of his focussed attention
on my erection was so hot, the sexiest experience I had ever had before.

   Paul stared with a burning intensity at my genitals, swelling even more
as the impending orgasm swept over me, and held the base of my erection
motionlessly as he had been instructed as it started bouncing spastically
up and down with the throbs of orgasm.

   I was coming; my hardon started pulsing, stretching to its fullest
possible size on the upthrust of each pulse, growing totally rigid, purple
with the blood engorging it as I came, then relaxing slightly before being
slammed with the next throb of orgasm.  On the second bounce a thick
continuous stream of come jetted out and caught him squarely in the face.
He blinked and shifted his head, but quickly restored his intent gaze at
the awesome exhibition of my immense rod exploding.

   Jet after jet of semen spurted from my cock, arcing down over his chest
and thighs.  I had never come so hard before; it was difficult to remain
standing as the dizzying sensations swept through my body, a tingling fire
centered on the incessant spastic pulsing of my painfully-stretched
erection; so much come was surging through my urethra that it felt as if I
was pissing, as each crushing contraction gripped my groin.  His hand
hadn't moved on my shaft since before I had started coming, and somehow
that made the orgasm even more intense, sustained by its own inevitable
pressure.

   Paul was obviously enormously turned on by this display; he had let his
free hand move to his own erection, and was jacking it between his thumb
and two fingers; and as the spurting of my rod slowly subsided into a
pulsing flow dripping from its tip down onto his lap, I noticed several
small spurts of semen arc from his little hardon to merge with the erratic
pools of my come that were splattered all over his thighs.

   The last few pulses of orgasm dwindled, and my erection started drooping
in his hand.  I was dizzy and my legs felt weak; I backed away from him and
sat down on the edge of the bed.  Looking over at Paul and the extent to
which he was covered with the result of our activities, I said, "Looks like
you'll need the towel today!" He looked down at himself, holding both hands
up for inspection also, and smiled a private smile, obviously satisfied in
some way by what he was seeing.

   I saw he couldn't get up without dripping all over the floor and making
a further mess, so I got up and got him a towel from my bathroom, and
started dressing as he cleaned himself up.  We didn't speak while we got
dressed, until, as he went to unlock the door, he turned back to me and
said, "I can't come over tomorrow afternoon, I have guitar; but I think I
can sneak over tomorrow night after my folks think I'm in bed...  if you
wanted me to...".  I was surprised how strong the surge of disappointment
that welled up at his first words was, but it was short-lived, quickly
replaced by anticipation as he finished his statement.  I answered him,
"Yeah, I guess that would be ok, you can climb in through my window, just
come tap on it."

   4.

   The rest of that day I reflected on this strange arrangement I had
gotten myself into.  On the one hand I felt like I should be shocked by the
perversion of blatantly having outright sex with another boy; this was
ordinarily unthinkable to me, and I should be horrified at having allowed
myself to become involved in anything like that; but somehow the fact that
I could totally trust the secrecy of our situation and Paul's obvious
commitment to it, doing anything it would take to get me to acquiesce in
his obsessions, freed me from needing to think of it as perverted.  It
seemed that I was actually only concerned about what other people would
think of me; and freed from that concern, my values seemed to actually be
total hedonism, pure amoral pleasure-seeking.

   But the clincher was the sensation!  I came so hard when he did me, I'd
never experienced anything like it in my life!  The sensation of someone
else's touch on my cock, magnified by their eagerness and the background
sense of the nastiness of violating a taboo, sent my body into such
incredible explosions of release!  It was so powerful a sensation that I
was totally addicted from the start; it felt so good that I would have done
anything to repeat it.  Even though it was Paul who was being my "slave",
in actuality it was I who was enslaved, by the attraction of my own intense
lust for the incredible release that the huge orgasms he wrung from me
brought.

   The following day I again felt free and happy, ecstatic that the
normalcy of my life could coexist with such secret indulgences with no
repercussions.  After school and into the evening I found myself growing
more and more aroused in anticipation of Paul's visit later on.  As my
normal bedtime approached, I said goodnight to my parents and went into my
room like I usually did; but tonight as I entered my room, I locked the
door.

   I had a hardon as soon as I entered the room; I took off my pajama
bottoms and lay back on the bed, gripping and squeezing my cock.  It was
burning with eagerness, rock-hard already.  I didn't do anything more than
squeeze it; I wanted to be able to last as long as possible with Paul, to
have the biggest come I could; but cream was already flowing down my
cockhead in anticipation.

   Before too long there was a tap at my window, and I got up and went over
to open it.  Paul clambered in without too much commotion; and when he
noticed my condition, that eager glazed look that I was coming to recognize
came over his eyes, as he stared hungrily at my huge erection.

   I went and lay down on the bed and he knelt at its side, as he had the
first time he did me.  Seeing how wet I was already, without instructions
he reached over and cupped the tip of my cock's large head, smearing the
cream that had built up there around it and down its thick shaft.  He then
continued to glide his hand up and down my shaft extremely slowly, letting
his hand slide in the fluids that were shinily coating it, producing a wet,
sticky sound with each slow stroke.

   "Is that ok?", he asked quietly.  I told him to go really slow, or I'd
come right away; I was really hot tonight.  "Yeah, me too!  I was thinking
about this all day...I bet I'll come just from seeing you shoot off!" Then
he added, "Let me try this- my friend and I discovered it and we really
liked it- it makes you really hot, but won't make you come."

   As he spoke, he moved his hand down my shaft to its bottom, so he was
loosely encircling the base of my erection, his fingertips in my pubic
hair, and he carefully started to work his thumb down along the shaft
behind my balls.  It felt a little weird at first, but it was ok.  I was
surprised how far down behind my balls he was able to get his thumb; then
he started feeling it around, until he found a swelling bulge at the base
of the shaft, and started to push on it, slowly massaging it with a bit of
pressure.

   It felt delicious!  Not quite like being jacked off, but the pressure
was hitting some very sexual part of my anatomy; I felt more cream starting
to ooze up my urethra, as if the pressure he was exerting was milking it
out, and it made my erection swell even harder.  "Is that ok?" he asked;
and as I felt the cream flowing thickly up through my erection from my
balls under his milking, all I could do was groan, which Paul understood.

   He did me like that for maybe ten or fifteen minutes; he had me creaming
steadily, but sure enough I didn't feel like coming- or rather, I felt like
I was coming the whole time, without the urge to shoot off.  He didn't
touch my shaft the whole time, which was rock hard, sticking straight out
swollen, shiny with the cream that was flowing in a steady stream from its
tip, waving slightly as he wiggled his thumb.  It was incredible, being so
close to coming for so long; pure paradise!

   "Oh man, that's really incredible!  I feel like I've been coming this
whole time!  Why don't you go back and jack it really slow for a while for
a change of pace?"

   Obliging, he slowly withdrew his thumb, and slid his hand up my thick
shaft.  It was so wet with the cream he had been milking from my balls that
there was almost no friction at all, and his hand moved wetly up to and
over my cockhead, then back down.  It felt incredible; he really had the
knack, if he had done me any faster I would have come, but he did it just
slow enough to keep me on the edge.

   He kept it up.  Several times I had to make him pause for a minute while
the urge to come subsided, then he would start in again, working me to the
edge.  The last time we had to wait almost two minutes, I was so hot!  My
prick throbbed over and over, giving a little jump with each pulse, but I
didn't come.

   Then he started in again, moving so slowly his hand almost didn't seem
to be moving; but even so, I felt my erection swelling even more, as the
now inevitable grip of impending orgasm seized my body.

   We were both watching my soaked shaft intently, and he noticed the
additional swelling at the same time I felt it.  "You're going to come?" he
asked intently; I gasped "Yeah".  He slid his hand down to the bottom of my
shaft and just held it firmly, pointing it straight up.

   I felt the pre-orgasmic paralysis wash over my body, more slowly and
inevitably than I had ever felt it.  Then my vision receded as if I was
watching from a long ways away, dizziness welling up in my head, as the
fiery tingling started to build in my hands and feet, slowly building in to
the center of my body and my groin.

   Paul hadn't moved his hand as my orgasm continued to build, which even
added to its intensity.  I felt as if a volcano was building in my body,
the sensation getting stronger and stronger, way past what I had ever felt
before.

   Then, I felt as if a flash of lightning went off in my head, and I came.

   I had never come so hard before: the first jet of semen shot like a
cannon three feet straight up into the air, followed by another and
another, raining down on my cock and belly and Paul's hand and arm.

   He started jacking me furiously as I shot off.  More and more come
surged through my throbbing erection, more than I had ever seen before in
all my life.  It was splattering on everything, raining down all over us.
My erection leaped with each contraction, bouncing back and forth comically
as I continued to come.

   Gradually the jets started subsiding into a thick, pulsing flow of
semen, running down my cockhead and shaft and over Paul's hand as I
continued to come, pooling on my belly, swelling the puddles already
splattered there.  Paul sensitively was slowing his jacking as my orgasm
started to lessen, and as the last few spasms gripped my groin, he slowed
to a stop, then gave my well-worked cock several long, milking strokes to
get the last of the fluid out.

   I collapsed back, completely drained.  I'd never experienced anything
close to this before; I'd had many great orgasms of course, but nothing
this total.  I felt completely fulfilled, entirely drained of any tension
whatsoever, afloat in a sea of ecstasy.  I lay back and breathed, enjoying
my newfound completeness, as the room slowly came back to my awareness.

   Looking up, I noticed Paul, still holding my cock, as it was slowly
losing its erection.  He also looked totally happy; and as he saw me
looking at him, he pointedly looked down at his lap, which was wet too,
and, smiling, said, "I came too."

   As we used the towels I had layed out earlier to mop ourselves up, we
agreed how awesome that had been.  He told me how he couldn't believe how
much come I had shot off, and how I just seemed to keep coming and coming,
and how he had come just from seeing the thick ropes of semen arcing up
into the air again and again from my hardon; and I told him how incredible
it had felt, how I had never come like that before.  He told me how when he
had first seen me come with his brother, he had been amazed, and had vowed
right then that he would make me come even harder; and now he had.

   He got dressed as I put on my pajamas, and after I helped him out the
window, I unlocked the door and went back to bed.

   5.

   We had agreed to take the next day off, to recover a bit, but to meet
again the following day after school.  All that first day I felt light and
relaxed; it was so fulfilling to have such an incredible sexual outlet in
my life, and I felt so lucky to have it in such an uninvasive way.  My life
didn't need to change in the slightest; then, once we got behind locked
doors, the best sex I'd ever experienced was mine, no strings attached.

   By the second day I could feel my sex urges building; I was becoming
used to an incredible orgasm every day, and a day off felt like an
interruption.  All during school I was distracted, replaying our recent
escapades, and fantasizing about what I would get Paul to do next.

   By the time I got home I was in a state of steady arousal; my partially
swollen cock was barely contained by my pants, and I had to keep shifting
it around to try and get it to be held in and concealed.  Coincidentally,
my mother told me she noticed I'd been seeing Paul several times; I told
her that I'd been helping him with his math.  She seemed satisfied with
that, then she was going out shopping.

   She hadn't been gone very long when there was a knock on the back door,
and Paul was there.  I opened the door for him, and as he came in, I told
him, "Man, I'm glad to see you .  I've been swollen all day looking forward
to getting together with you..." He got that glassy look in his eyes, which
told me he was as eager as I was.  We went to my room, and I locked the
door.

   He asked me diffidently, "How would you like me to do you today?" My
cock, which was already swelling rapidly in anticipation since I locked the
door, surged to full erection with those words, as I undid my pants
revealing the huge bulge in my briefs.  As I pulled down my underwear,
allowing my hardon to spring free, I told him to sit over here.

   I had put a chair in the middle of the room, with a footstool close in
front of it.  I sat down on the chair, my legs spread, and I directed him
to sit on the stool.  His eyes had lit up as soon as my hardon was revealed
to his gaze, and his eyes stayed glued to it as he eagerly sat, right
between my legs, facing me, my upright erection pointing at the roof a foot
from his face.  I slumped down in the chair and straightened my legs,
making my hardon stick out rigidly.

   I was overcome with lust; my erection was stretched out to its fullest
degree, its skin stretched shiny purple, its head swollen shiny red, a drop
of cream already building on its tip.  I was ready to get jacked off.  I
lay back and tightened my butt, causing my rod to tighten even harder, as
Paul reached out his right hand for it, obviously entranced at its size and
state of arousal.  He softly slid his hand up and down its skin along its
full length, while he reached to tickle my ballsack with his other hand.

   The feeling of his hands on my swollen genitals was electric; the softer
he touched them, the more intense it felt.  Suddenly I could feel myself
starting to come, and I warned him to stop a minute.  His eyes widened and
he said, "Wow, already?", as he realized how aroused I was, and he
complied, stopping his movements for a while.  My erection throbbed as I
coasted past the edge, narrowly missing a huge orgasm.  We watched it
bounce repeatedly, as the throbbing seized it, then gradually diminished
without the ejaculation we hoped to avoid for as long as possible.

   As soon as I felt safely over the danger zone I told him ok, and he
started back in doing me.  He was holding the base of my shaft, jacking it
off very slowly by pulling the skin halfway up it, and back down, staying
away from the head, while he slowly rubbed and pulled on my ballsack.  He
asked me if the way he was doing me was ok, and I moaned my approval,
adding that I should be able to hold out a while this way.  He said, "Man,
you're really hot today!  It feels great to be doing you when you need it
so bad- Look how hard it is!"

   We watched him jacking off my huge erection.  Cream was starting to
trickle down its head under his expert treatment, and he paused from time
to time to smear it around the head, giving it a few quick strokes on the
rim before moving back down my shaft to resume his slow masturbation.  Each
time his fingers touched its head an explosion of fire surged through my
groin, but he was quick enough to avoid pushing me over the edge.

   Several times over the next twenty minutes or so I warned him to stop,
as I neared the edge of orgasm; each time he stopped and waited as the urge
passed, each time taking longer than the last.  We watched my hardon throb
with each close approach- It was so hot to see my huge, thick erection
straining so close to orgasm, now shiny with its own pre-come.  Paul had
his pants down, and even though both his hands were busy, his little hardon
was straining up, also wet with juice.  Every few minutes he let go of my
balls and felt his own hardon for a few seconds before returning to doing
my big sack.

   The arousal was building powerfully between us as he did me.  We were
both panting now unconsciously, both our eyes glazed over in a film of
lust, as we watched my large cock oozing and twitching involuntarily under
his fantastic handjob.

   Then I felt the orgasm building again, and warned paul; He stopped right
away to let it pass, but it was almost too late.  My hardon swelled even
more, and I strained with all my might to hold off from coming; I felt it
building and building, and just as I was about to come, I felt myself turn
the corner away from total release, and just barely avoid coming.  I came
so close that my hardon started bouncing in a faux-come, and several thick
spurts of white semen oozed out of its tip; but it subsided without going
into its full explosion.  After letting it pass for several minutes, Paul
smeared the semen back up over my cock, and resumed jacking it off.

   It was dripping wet by now, and he was letting his hand slide up and
back down its full length, sliding in the thick film of shiny fluid that
was coating it.  This was a dangerous technique sure to push me over the
edge, but he held it at bay by moving his hand excruciatingly slowly, which
kept relief of the intense erotic tension he had been provoking in me at
arms length.  His hand was making a slurping, sticky sound with each stroke
as it slid through the wet film coating my hardon.

   I was on fire; panting, moaning, hopelessly enflamed by the tormenting
inevitability of his hand stimulating my swollen cock.  It had started to
twitch involuntarily, jumping spastically in his hand every few seconds;
but he kept up his inexorable jacking, slowing down even more to increase
the torment he was inflicting on my burning dick.

   The twitches started coming closer and closer together, and Paul stopped
moving his hand; but it was too late, and I finally started coming.  I
involuntarily yelled "Oh!", as my erection started pulsing intensely, on
the second throb sending a thick rope of semen shooting two feet into the
air, followed by another and another, falling back down over my groin and
paul's arm.  He started jacking my involuntarily jerking rod furiously as I
came, holding me in the grip of ejaculation.

   I shot stream after thick stream of come through my cock as he jacked me
off furiously.  It seemed like it lasted forever; but eventually the
intensity of the squirts lessened, until finally they subsided to a white
rivulet of fluid flowing down my cockhead and shaft, surging slightly with
each remaining throb of my groin.  He slowed his jacking to long, squeezing
motions, milking the last of the semen through my cock as the orgasm
subsided.

   It was one of the biggest orgasms I had ever had.  "Man, you come so
hard!  Did you see how high your first shot went?  Halfway to the ceiling!
I came as soon as I saw how hard you were coming, and it made me come real
hard, too." I looked, and sure enough, his groin and hand were wet, a big
one for him.  And as for me, my belly and thighs were pooled with semen,
some dripping down the sides of my thighs to the floor.  I usually come a
lot, but this time it was Niagara falls!

   We toweled ourselves off and put our pants back on.  While we dressed,
we talked, and he seemed to be working up to something.  Finally, he shyly
told me, "I've been thinking about something...  There's something I'd like
to try tomorrow, something a little different, if it'd be ok..." Then,
looking at the floor, he said softly,"I'd like to try making you come in my
mouth." Then quickly,"That is, if that would be ok with you."

   6.

   All the rest of that evening I wrestled with the bombshell Paul had
dropped on me as we had finished up our session that afternoon.  I had
controlled my reaction to his revelation, letting him out noncommittally,
but I was seething inside.

   I was completely split at his suggestion.  I was horrified at the image
of my dick in his mouth; it was so homosexual- somehow that crossed some
line in my mind that the handjobs he had been giving me didn't.  It seemed
so queer, and I was horrified at the thought of being queer.  I had been
able to accept the handjobs we had been doing since for some reason I could
pretend they were impersonal, at arms length so to speak, but his mouth...

   Then, on the other hand, I was incredibly aroused by the thought.  I
knew I would come harder than I ever had from what I imagined the feeling
of being blown would be like, and I was carried away on the wave of
hedonism that our sexual activities were unleashing- I knew I would do
anything for a good orgasm.  I had become a slave to my hardon, and I knew
in my heart that if he would be willing to blow me, I would certainly allow
it, even beg for it.  The nastiness of that thought was a huge turn-on, and
all that night and the following day was the obsessive beacon for my
thoughts, in spite of my false moralistic pretense of being "good".

   The following afternoon finally arrived, and I waited nervously for Paul
to arrive.  My mother was home, but I had told Paul about the math
pretense, and so when he arrived with a math book under his arm she told
us, "Don't work too hard, boys".  I thought, if only she knew how "hard"
things were going to get!

   We went to my room, and I locked the door.  I was a little nervous due
to all my obsessing about what I thought was in store, and as I slipped my
pants down, I wasn't hard.  I took down my underwear, and my dick was
hanging softly down over my balls.  Paul sat me down on the edge of the
bed, urged me to spread my legs, and then knelt down between them, facing
me.  Then, looking up at me as if to give me a chance to disapprove, he
slowly leaned forward and took my soft dick into his mouth.

   I could not believe the sensations I felt; I'd never had anything like
this done to me before.  The warm, wet feeling of his mouth on my sensitive
cock was delicious, and then he started sucking on it.  My god!  That was
incredible- it started to harden immediately, and I watched as it seemingly
grew out of his mouth; he could only fit so much of it in his mouth, and as
it swelled its girth expanded out beyond his lips, until only its head was
still inside.

   He grasped my shaft with his hand, then took it from his mouth with a
slight popping sound, looked up at me, and asked tentatively if it was ok.
I told him God, it was incredible; at that reassurance he put its head back
in his mouth and started sucking on it and licking it while he sucked,
jacking off the shaft while he blew me.

   I had never felt such an intense barrage of sexual sensations before. 
My erection was now rock-hard and swelling even more, and a
burning-tingling was radiating out from my cock, filling my groin and
midsection.  I was starting to feel dizzy and weak in the knees, and my
vision was receding into tunnel vision; I couldn't believe it, but I knew I
was about to come.  I had gone from soft to almost coming in about a minute
and a half!

   It was so nasty to see my huge erection sticking into Paul's mouth. 
Between the incredibly delicious sensations I was feeling on my dick and
the forbidden eroticism of having this boy, another male, so eager to make
me come in his mouth, it was the biggest turn-on I had ever experienced,
and my body was reacting accordingly.

   I tried to warn Paul about what was happening, but before I could get
more than a moan out I felt my balls rise, my hardon swell, and come start
to shoot through my cock as it started bouncing with each pulse of intense
orgasm.

   He had tried to suck a bit more of my very thick shaft into his mouth
just before I started coming, and so the first jet of semen hit him in the
back of the throat, hard.  I guess he wasn't expecting me to come so soon,
and he was clearly caught by surprise.  As that first spurt shot into his
mouth he gagged, tried to swallow it, and then gagged again as the second
jet of come shot into his mouth full force.  He started coughing, releasing
my cock with his lips and pulling back his head, and continued to sputter
trying to get himself under control as jet after jet of come squirted
across his cheeks and chin.  He had the presence of mind to keep jacking me
off as I came, and did I ever come!

   My cock practically exploded from the intense sensations of his wet
mouth and tongue on it, and it was a huge come, even for me- I must've
practically drowned him with my first two spurts straight into his mouth. I
kept coming and coming as he jacked me off, shooting thick spurt after
thick spurt of semen, which landed on his cheeks, his chin, over his
shoulders and down his back, as he coughed trying to recover.  It was
particularly strong since I had gone from soft to coming in only two
minutes- it was that intense!

   As the orgasm subsided to a stringy pulsing trickle dripping from my
cockhead to the floor, propelled by the last few orgasmic throbs gripping
my groin, he stopped jacking me, and we surveyed the results of our sex. 
He was drenched with semen, his shirt soaked around the shoulders and along
the back, and there were several large gobs of come dripping from his chin
and right forearm, and a puddle of come on the floor under my now-sagging
dick.  "Man, you were quick!  You surprised me!", he exclaimed, adding "You
come so hard, it really choked me!  I do this with a friend of mine, and
when he comes, it's a mouthful, but with you!  There's no way I can handle
all that!  I almost drowned!".  Then he said, thinking, "Maybe next time we
try this you tell me before you come, and I'll aim you elsewhere, and just
do you with my hands to finish you."

   Next time!  As I heard him say that, I felt a surge of excitement.  I
was sold!  If that meant I was queer, I couldn't have cared less.  The
incredible turn-on of getting blown by him was worth anything, any
degradation, if only I could have it again, and he had said next time!  I
couldn't wait...

   We cleaned ourselves up and wiped the floor.  His shirt was a disaster,
so I gave him one of mine to borrow; there's no way he could've been seen
with his shirt soaked and smelling like come.  As we cleaned up, we made
plans to try again tomorrow; he said he'd try to make me last longer, and
to keep himself from drowning!

   7.

   The following afternoon found us in my room again; I eagerly started
getting undressed, while Paul closed the door.  As I pulled my pants down
today I was hard as a rock, now that I knew what to expect; as my pants
cleared my crotch the huge bulge of my erection tenting my underwear came
into view, a wet patch of pre-come already building on the cloth.  Paul
eyed my condition with that glazed-over look he would get in his eyes; he
seemed to really be magnetically drawn to my erection.  I had no complaints
about that; I was starting to live for our sessions together.

   He had me lie down on my bed, and he sat down on the edge by my knees
facing me.  He had taken off his shirt, to make cleanup easier, remembering
yesterday, and his pants were opened, his erection sticking up from them.
Taking my now-raging hardon in his hand, he started sliding its skin up and
down slowly while he said, "Let's see if we can't get you to last a little
longer today.  But this time, tell me when you're going to come so I don't
drown."

   He then leaned forward, and took the head of my cock in his mouth.  It
was heaven!  Like yesterday, I felt a surge of sexual pleasure as I felt
his warm, wet lips and tongue envelope my cockhead.  But today, he swirled
his tongue around the head a few times while he sucked it, and slowly
pulled his mouth away, releasing in with a wet, kissing sound.  All the
while he continued to jack me slowly; and then every few minutes he would
suck my head again for a few seconds, and withdraw.

   This became the rhythm he maintained for the next half hour, with
several pauses when I got too close to coming.  It was an exquisite
hand/blow job; he had a thick, steady flow of cream streaming down my cock,
mingled with the saliva from his mouth, lubricating my thick shaft, that he
slid his hands up and down in a wet, slow-motion jack off.

   My whole body was on fire; each time he leaned forward and took my cock
into his mouth I surged to near coming, but held off by an extreme effort
of will as best I could, having him pause when I couldn't hold it any
longer.  I was panting, sighing, and moaning involuntarily, my erection
painfully stiff and burning, and finally I felt the building of a wave I
knew I would never be able to hold off.  "I'm gonna come", I told him; he
leaned back and started jacking it fast.

   I felt the familiar surging of fluids in my balls and the dizzying rush
of pleasure, as the first throb of orgasm gripped my cock.  It jumped, and
a thick stream of come squirted high into the air.  At that very moment,
the door to my room suddenly opened, and there stood my mom!

   Horrified, but completely powerless to do anything, I watched the scene
unfold, as if in slow motion.  She stood in the door, motionless, staring
blankly, taking in what she was seeing, trying to make sense of it; Paul,
unaware that she was there since he was facing away from the door,
continued to pump my huge erection, that was spewing load after load of
semen in the air, falling back all over Paul's hand and my belly.  Of
course I couldn't stop coming, and it was a big one, so she stood there
watching as stream after stream of semen squirted through my cock, under
paul's avid masturbation.  He was jacking himself off, too, and had just
started coming himself; so she was seeing both our erections shooting off.
It was like a frozen tableau; nothing moved but Paul's hand for what seemed
like thirty seconds, until my orgasm finally subsided; then my mother
turned, a shocked look on her face, and left, closing the door.

   Paul jerked up suddenly at the noise of the door closing, and said,
"What was that?" I told him that my mother had seen the whole thing, him
jacking me off and both of us coming.  He went white as my words
penetrated, then said "Oh my god!", and started to quickly clean up.  I
followed suit, saying, "I thought you locked the door!" "I thought you
had", he countered, and we continued with gloomy speculation about what was
going to come of it.

   As we left my room, she was waiting in the kitchen.  We walked
sheepishly to the door and I let Paul out, without a word.  I turned
around, still looking down, mortified at having been caught in such an
embarrassing position, hoping to sneak out of the room without any
discussion, but she started ranting; "My god, you could lock your door- I
know that boys do these things, but my god!  And with that young boy!  No,
no, I guess it's natural, but it was shocking to walk in on- and you were
so...  big!" she suddenly blurted.  "Your father wasn't like that, and so
much stuff!  That boy Paul, I don't ever want...  I guess I can't stop you,
you're going to do what you want, if not here then someplace else...". 
Then shaking her head, she went on, as if to herself, "Look, you're a big
boy now, obviously, and it's your life, you do what you want- But you
should be careful not to get caught doing things like that!  Some people
would...  Look, I just don't want to know!".  At that, flustered, she
turned and fled from the room.

   8.

   Paul called me that night, and I told him what she had said.  Even
though she had basically given us her ok, we decided to lay low for a
while. He wondered where else it might be safe to do it; and we agreed to
think about it, and I'd call him tomorrow after school.

   The next afternoon I called him, and he had a proposal.  "Look- I talked
to my friend, you know, the one I do stuff with, and he said we could meet
at his house and do it- it would be cool, he doesn't have any brothers or
sisters and his parents work...  but, he would want to watch." I was
horrified to have our secret out, but he reassured me, "Don't worry, I
didn't tell him your name, but he's completely cool- we do this stuff too,
he wants to keep it a secret too.  The only reason he'd go along is I told
him how big you are, and he'd love to see you getting done." We talked
more, him reassuring me and me protesting, but eventually the burning in my
groin won out, and his reassurances seemed sufficient to me.  I didn't know
this guy, but he lived in the neighborhood, and Paul told me how to get
there.

   He lived just a few blocks away, so it was an easy walk over there.  I
found myself reflecting on how I had gotten into this twisted sexual
arrangement with Paul as I walked along; I was horrified that I found
myself so eagerly acquiescing in this blatantly homosexual relationship. 
But in spite of my acknowledged sensibility, I lived for the intense sex
that ocurred when we got together.  As I approached the door, my anxiety
built, and I was gripped with trepidation; now we were going to bring a
stranger in on my "secret" activities, and it felt very threatening; what
if others found out about what I was doing, and now with two boys?  But
finally, I was propelled the last few steps by my lust, and I reached for
the door.

   Paul answered the door, and introduced me to the other boy standing
there, who's name he said was Terry.  He was about Paul's age, a little
taller than Paul, and he greeted me with a grin.  "Hi, great to meet you...
Paul's told me a LOT about you!  Come on in!".  He had a twinkle in his
eye, and kept giving Paul a knowing grin; evidently he was pleased to be in
on our session.

   They were talking together as they led me farther in to the house. 
"Let's do it in the living room", Paul said; "You know, in the chair." Both
boys smiled, their eyes sparkling, as we entered what must have been the
living room.  Paul turned to me, and indicated an unusual chair over in the
corner of the room, saying,"They have this really cool chair...  We use it
all the time; wait'll you see!" He led me over to the chair; it was a chair
from a barber's office, with a headrest, footrest, and arms, all very
adjustable.

   Terry started adjusting it as Paul turned to me, and said expectantly,
"Ok?", as if to say, the ball's in my court, was I ok with this?  I was
seized with a very strange mixture of embarrassment and excitement; now
that the reality of the event was here, the prospect of being on exhibition
to this new kid was both terrifying and very exciting.  I had never felt
like this before; my heart was racing, but I could feel my dick growing in
my pants.  Paul noticed the growing bulge pushing out my pants front, and
smiled at my bodies acquiescence to what was about to happen.  Terry was
done fiddling with the chair, and had turned, and both boys watched
intently as I reached for my belt.

   I felt helpless, powerless; in the grip of lust, and following along
into a situation that terrified me; but my raging hardon, and the
shockingly taboo nature of this blatantly homosexual performance, both
guaranteed a spectacular orgasm at the hands of these boys, and I had
become a hopeless sex addict, seduced by Paul's expert masturbation.  I
didn't know any other way to find the intense orgasms that he wrung from me
daily.  I felt totally passive and surrendered to the inevitability of
whatever these boys wanted with me- I knew I was their sex slave, and my
thick erection was their plaything.

   I undid my belt and slid my pants down very slowly, putting on a show in
spite of myself.  It felt very exciting to be watched by the two boys as I
was about to violate the most basic taboo, revealing my fully hard erection
to a stranger.  As my pants moved down, the huge bulge of my hardon tenting
out the front of my underwear came into view.  Both boys' eyes were
gleaming, as they watched in silence.

   I stepped out of my pants, and reached for the band of my briefs. 
Sliding them down slowly, first the tuft of my pubic hair came into view,
then the base of my thick shaft.  I was holding the band tightly as I slid
it down, so that it would ride along my cock, holding the head down 'til
the last minute, when it would spring free.  I had no will of my own, but
found myself doing it like this because that is what I imagined they wanted
to see.  As the shaft slowly came more and more into view, Terry's eyes
widened; and when the waistband cleared the head and it was suddenly
released, my erection slapped into my belly as it sprung up.

   Both boys ogled my now full-hard erection bobbing there in front of my
belly.  "Wow!", Terry said, "You weren't exaggerating!  It's HUGE!" I
noticed bulges in both boys pants.

   Resigned to this bizarre situation and propelled by the lust I felt
surging through my groin, I turned to get into the chair, and noticed how
Terry had adjusted it.  He had the back lying way back, the seat up, and
the footrest raised a bit, so that whoever sat in it would have their
midsection raised up slightly above any other part of their body.  I
clambered into it and lay back; my hardon was thrusting straight up towards
the ceiling, sticking way out due to the posture the chair put me in; it
really did look huge thrust out like that.  Terry reached and pumped at a
big lever coming up from the base of the chair, and the entire seat rose up
into the air until the seat was at the height of their waists, putting my
erection at the height of their chests; both boys then came and stood close
by the side of the chair, next to each other.

   The younger boy's eyes bulged as my full erection rose up to the height
of their shoulders.  Paul reached out his hand and grasped my shaft gently
just below the head with his thumb and forefingers, eager to begin doing
me. The sensation of his touch on my erection was electric, and sent a
shock through my body as I involuntarily shivered.  He started lightly
feeling my dick up and down the shaft and over its head, as Terry watched.
The boys started discussing the details of what they were watching between
themselves, as I basked in the exquisite sensations that his motions sent
flooding through my genitals.

   He encircled the base of my shaft and squeezed it, causing my cockhead
to swell magnificently; Terry blurted "Wow!", and unconsciously reached out
his hand to feel it with his fingertips; an electric sensation flashed
through my groin at his touch.  Paul kept on his pressure, and let his
friend explore the contours of my erection, forcefully swollen from his
squeezing.  It did look huge, stretched out by the pressure of Paul's
squeezing, and Terry's eyes feasted on the sight as he felt me up.  The
sensations, and the sight, of both boy's hands on my swollen cock was
intensely erotic, and I repressed the urge to come right then.

   A thick drop of cream was building on the tip of its head, and Paul
reached out and smeared it around my cockhead, starting to jack my shaft
very slowly.  Terry let his hand drift down to my ballsack, and was lightly
tickling its edges while Paul started to do me.

   As they began jacking me off, they continued to admire the size and
fullness of my more mature hardon, commenting on its particular aspects as
they noticed them; Paul was pointing them out to Terry like the proud owner
of a flashy car might display its special features to a friend.  Terry kept
saying, "Wow!  I've never seen such a big one being done before- it's so
hot!".  "God, look how much it's creaming!"

   A steady stream of cream had started oozing down my cock now from Paul's
insistent jacking; he was doing me very slowly and steadily.  I was on
fire; the intense eroticism of the scene, having my huge cock worshipped by
two ardent admirers, being elevated to optimum view and exposed so
explicitly while being so thoroughly and slowly done, had me on the edge of
orgasm almost immediately; but I held on, the intensity of my arousal being
betrayed by how rock-hard swollen my erection was, and the thick rivulet of
fluid that was steadily flowing from my cock.  I had never been so hard; my
prick was completely rigid like a piece of steel, bright reddish-purple
from the intense pressure of the blood engorging it, as their hands slid
over it.

   I saw Terry reach over and unzip his friend's fly, and guide the hardon
trapped inside it out to hang in the air, and he started to jack it off
slowly.  Paul sighed as he felt his friend's hand on his erection, and we
stood there silently, masturbating each other.  both boys hands were
sliding slickly up and down my shaft and balls, producing a wet, sticky
sound as they slid through the cream which was by now thoroughly coating my
genitals.  That was the only sound in the room, except for the ocasional
kissincg sound given off by Paul's hardon produced by Terry's masturbation
.

   I warned them that I was almost about to come, and they stopped jacking
me off and just watched as my erection jumped several times in
near-orgasmic pulses, then we continued waiting a few more minutes, until
the intense swelling of my cock let up a bit, indicating that my urge to
come had passed for now.

   While we waited Terry kept doing Paul, who said to him, "Do my balls
now...  I'm getting pretty hot...  try and keep me there." He was creaming
nicely too, a ribbon of cream trailing from the tip of his dick to the
floor, which swayed rhythmically as Terry jiggled his cock by stroking his
shaft.  The boys had put several towels out in anticipation of our
activities, and Paul took one now and spread it on the floor underneath
where he was standing, situated so it would catch the dripping cream as
well as the jets of semen that would soon be shooting from his hardon. 
Terry kept doing him steadily all the while.

   Paul reached out with both his hands to resume doing me.  He started
lightly and rapidly jacking my shaft with the fingertips of his right hand
an inch below my cockhead, while tickling my balls with the fingertips of
his left.  An electric shock flashed through my body as the sensations of
sex resumed, and I felt my erection surge as its internal pressure
increased under his ministrations.

   After only a minute or so, he leaned forward so his elbows were resting
on the arm of the barberchair to support himself, and groaned as he started
coming.  Several jets of come spurted out from his hardon and arced out,
draping themselves along the towel beneath him.  Terry kept pumping on his
erection while he came, which he continued to do for longer than I had ever
seen him do.

   His cock kept throbbing in orgasm, and even though no more jets shot
out, a pulsing flow of semen trickled from his dickhead to a building
puddle on the towel, added to by each contraction of his groin.  Finally
his orgasm subsided, and Terry stopped jacking his cock, letting it hang
there as it deflated, and the last of his come dripped to the floor.  Terry
blurted excitedly, "Aahhh...  that was a good one!"

   Paul had kept doing me steadily while he came, without missing a beat.
He really was a dedicated masturbator.  I was extremely hot by now; my
pubic hair was soaked by the cream that had been steadily flooding from my
cock, which was again at a state of supermaximum erection.  It felt almost
painful it was so hard.

   I was panting, and, sensing the inevitable, Terry said, "Can he come in
my mouth?", as without waiting for an answer he shifted his position around
to the other side of the chair from where Paul was pumping me, and leaned
over to try to position his mouth over my erection.  He couldn't quite
reach it as the chair was to high, so he adjusted the lever, lowering the
chair down enough and tried again.  This time he easily could put his open
mouth right over my cockhead.  He stood back up and said to me, "Tell me
when you're going to come- It'd be so hot if you come in my mouth!  I hear
you really come hard!"

   I could feel my body growing paralyzed as my orgasm approached under
Paul's insistent jacking.  My vision dimmed, and that delicious tingling
feeling started to build in my feet and fingertips, building in towards my
groin as I fell over the point of no return.  I think I was moaning on each
panting outbreath; I couldn't talk, but Terry leaned forward just in time
as a lightning bolt went off in my head and I started to come.

   I watched it as if from a great distance; my rigid erection bounced
violently as each contraction possessed it, and thick ropes of semen jetted
out from the pouting hole in its head as I came.  Terry's mouth was an inch
above my cockhead, and the first comeblast shot right into it.  Terry
splutterred as the semen hit the back of his throat, unprepared for the
strength of my ejaculation, and started coughing, so that the second and
third jet splatterred across his mouth as he coughed.  He made an effort to
pull himself together, and managed to catch the next three jets as they
spurted from my erection.

   I was coming very hard; it felt as if a quart of come was shooting
through my shaft with each pulsing contraction of orgasm.  I could feel my
groin draining, as if a huge reservoir was flooding through a dam which had
finally burst, as jet after jet of semen shot from my cockhead.  Paul was
pumping my erection furiously, watching with wide, glazed eyes as my cock
exploded.  Terry's open mouth received each spurt as it leapt up; but there
was so much it was running back out of his mouth, dripping in messy clumps
back down into my pubic hair.

   Eventually the force with which the semen was being ejected weakened,
and each diminishing contraction of my erection sent a pulsing flow of come
oozing down over my cock.  As Terry noticed my shooting subside, he clamped
his mouth on the tip of my cock and sucked it like a straw, drinking the
remainder of the flow like a thick milkshake, swallowing every few sucks.

   Finally the throbbing in my groin subsided to random throbs as my orgasm
ended.  I sighed as Paul milked the last few drops of semen from my slowly
softening erection into Terry's waiting mouth.  Terry then stood up, a grin
on his face, and wiped at the mess on his chin, saying "God, that was so
hot!  You're incredible!  I've never seen someone come so hard in my whole
life!".

   We surveyed the aftermath of our adventure.  Paul was standing over a
towel with several good-sized puddles of come soaking into it, and I was
soaked from my navel to below my balls.  Terry handed me a towel as he took
one for himself, and wiped off his chin.  I wiped myself up as Paul put his
dick away, and lowered the chair for me, so that I could get up.

   I felt totally satisfied, as only a huge orgasm leaves you feeling.  As
I put on my pants I noticed the bulge still pressing out on Terry's pants,
and I asked Paul, "What about Terry?  Isn't he going to come?" He explained
that they took turns doing each other on different days, because it was
much nastier that way, and today was his turn.  Terry would get his
tomorrow.

   I felt awkward as we talked a bit before I left.  They were treating me
like a hero or something.  Their worship made me feel good on the one hand,
but it felt weird to be with guys so into doing each other- and weirdest of
all I was so into it, too!  Terry was saying "Damn, watching that huge,
thick dick getting getting bigger and harder, and creaming a flood, was so
hot!  And MAN, what a comer!  I've never SEEN anything like that!  God, I
wish I could do that cock all day every day!" Paul answered, " Yeah it's
pretty amazingI feel so lucky that I've been getting to do him like I have
been.  But Jesus, you should have seen when his mother walked in on us.  He
was right in the middle of coming, and she saw the whole thing!  Me jacking
him off and all!  I didn't know what was going to happen!"

   They both cajoled me into letting them do me again tomorrow, and it
didn't take much cajoling, notwithstanding how ambiguous I felt about it
all.  I had surrendered, I was a sex slut now; I'm sure I would do anything
at all that they wanted to do with me if it would make me come like I just
had.

   9.

   As I walked home, I replayed the afternoon's events over and over in my
mind.  I had been on fire, the lust burning in my groin had been
indescribably delicious; and it had been fed by how nasty the scene was. 
Getting flagrantly jacked off by two boys at once, my crotch thrust forward
almost at the level of their faces, forcing my straining, harder-than-rock
erection farther out than I had ever seen it, until I finally came,
exploding in what felt like buckets of come...  and right into one of their
mouths!  God, I couldn't imagine anything nastier, and it felt so
incredibly good!

   I realized I had turned a corner.  Up until then, I had pretended that
my activities with Paul were all his doing, and I was just letting him do
it, barely going along with it.  I knew I was completely straight, and
wouldn't ever have sex with boys; HE was having the sex, I was just letting
him.  But now I realized how incredibly satisfying it was for me when he
did me, and that I would do anything to get that incredible sensation.  But
even so, somehow the passive role felt natural to me, and I realized I
would let Paul and his friend do whatever they wanted to with me, and I
would eagerly go along with it.

   The next afternoon I was more eager as I walked over to Terry's house,
in anticipation of another huge orgasm.  I knocked on the door and Paul
opened it, and led me into the house.  We chatted as we walked into the
living room, and I could tell that he sensed the change in my acceptance of
our relationship.  He said almost apologetically, "I owe Terry from
yesterday, so if it's ok I'll do him first, and then we can start in on
you."

   Terry entered the room and said hi.  I could tell he had been waiting
impatiently for me to arrive so we could start; he was hard already, a
sizeable bulge pressing out of his pants.  While Paul started setting up
the chair, Terry took his pants off, then slid down his underwear, and I
got my first look at his erection.

   He was pretty good sized, not like me, but bigger than Paul, and very
nicely formed; his dick had a large, well-shaped head, sitting prominently
on an even, very pale-colored shaft, with large blue veins curling up it.

   He climbed into the chair and layed back, thrusting his erection out, as
Paul raised the chair up to chest height as he had for me.I stood next to
Paul as he reached out his right hand and started feeling up Terry's shaft
and balls tantalyzingly.  It was exciting to see someone else getting done,
and this perspective of having them so close to our faces added to the
erotic energy of the scene.  Terry directed Paul in exactly what he wanted
him to do, as if he was a voice-controlled masturbation machine.  They were
obviously very experienced with each other, and Paul had him creaming in
only a couple of minutes.

   It was mesmerising watching Paul's hand sliding slowly up and down the
shaft of this hard cock right in front of us.  Suddenly, without any
conscious choice I found my hand reaching out and feeling his balls.

   It was the first time I had ever felt another boy's balls.  I was
surprised how different it felt; I mean, the texture was the same, but to
touch them and not feel it internally like I did with myself was weird.  I
let myself feel them up thoroughly, touching, tickling, and gently pulling
on them, exploring this new experience.  Terry obviously enjoyed the
addition of my touch to Paul's handjob, and moaned approval.  It was much
more exciting than I had anticipated to be on the giving side of a handjob,
and I felt the pleasure that my touch was giving him surge vicariously
through my body.  I could understand what Paul so obviously loved about
doing it to other guys.

   I was hard as a rock in my pants, and could feel my underwear growing
wet as I creamed in them from the excitement of helping Paul jack Terry
off. I moved my hand up to his shaft, and as Paul saw what I was doing, he
switched with me and moved down to do his balls, leaving the length of his
shaft to me.

   It was very strange feeling another hardon than my own in my hand.  I
noticed right away how much smaller than mine it felt, and also noticed its
hard, rubbery texture in my hand, that I didn't usually notice so much on
myself, since I was distracted by my inner sensations when I did myself.

   I experimentally stroked his shaft, sliding the skin up to touch the rim
of its head and back down again.  I started jacking him slowly, as if I was
doing myself.  He seemed to like my inexperienced touch on his erection,
sighing his approval.  I did him for several minutes, my hand becoming
quite wet from the rivulet of cream that my jacking was milking out of his
erection.

   Then Paul walked around to the other side of the chair, and guided my
hand down to Terry's balls; he then leaned forward, and took his cockhead
in his mouth, and started bobbing his head up and down, making a sloppy
slurping sound as the head popped in and out from between his sucking lips.

   Terry moaned loudly.  He had been breathing heavily, but now started
panting and moaning loudly as Paul and I did him.  Paul kept it up steadily
while I continued to rub his balls for several minutes; then I could feel
his sack tightening under my fingers, and I knew he was about to come.

   I reached my thumb and forefinger to encircle the base of his shaft, to
feel his dick pulsing when he came better; and just as soon as I had, I
felt the first throb of his shaft as he started to come.  Paul slowed his
bobbing and sucked hard, as if he was drinking from a straw, while Terry
filled his mouth with come.  I counted seven strong contractions of his
erection in my hand, and then maybe five or six decreasing ones as his
orgasm spent itself.  Paul managed to handle most of his semen, only a few
trickles escaping his mouth to drip down his chin.

   I couldn't believe how hot it felt to help make someone else come.  I
watched myself do it as if from a distance, as if I was seeing someone
else's actions; but the throbbing in my hard cock held tightly within my
pants and the sloppy wetness in my underwear betrayed how excited I was.  I
could begin to appreciate how these boys must feel from doing my huge
erection, and from how hard they made me come- no wonder they liked it so
much!  Vicariously it was like getting done yourself, but with an added
thrill from the nastieness of feeling someone else's cock in you hands, and
the tantalyzing tease of not coming yourself.

   While Terry recovered Paul wiped off his chin and lowered the chair.  I
waited until Terry had gotten out of it before taking my own pants off, so
that they both could watch.  I pulled down my jeans, revealing my
fully-hard erection pointing down, pulling my briefs upwards at a
forty-five degree angle, a large, dark wet spot around the area of its
head. The rim of its head was well-defined through my wet underwear, and
both boys watched me undress intently with the focussed stare of lust.

   I pulled down my briefs, revealing my naked hardon.  It was a dark red
from all the mental stimulation of watching Terry get done, shiny with
cream.  Paul reached out and gently squeezed its shaft near the base,
making its head swell even more.  He gave it a few easy jacks; I fell into
the trance of sensuality as the feeling of his hand on my hardon washed
over me.

   He released my erection, and I eagerly got in the chair and adjusted
myself while he raised it up.  He said, looking at Terry, "I think today we
should do "torture time" on him...  What do you think?" Terry smiled
easily, since he had just come, but Paul's and my face were in the grip of
the focussed expression of lust, and his humor was more in his eyes than
his face.

   He reached out his hand and started jacking me off pretty briskly, and
terry reached for my balls.  I could feel the tension start to build
rapidly in my crotch under his vigorous masturbation, and I knew I wouldn't
last a minute at this rate.

   He kept it up, while he said "This is how torture time works; we do you
fast until you're near the edge, then we stop altogether until you cool off
a bit, then we do it again, over and over.  After a while we'll only be
able to do you for a few seconds before you're almost coming, and have to
wait for minutes between; then finally you'll come, and there'll be a
surprise I'm not going to tell you about."

   They did me for another two minutes or so, when Terry said "I think he's
close", and they both took their hands completely away from my hardon.  We
watched it bouncing slightly from my pulse, as the delicious sensations of
impending orgasm subsided.  They waited until they saw my cockhead shrink
slightly, then resumed the same steady, brisk masturbation.  When their
hands grasped my genitals again, the electrical shock was heavenly.

   They did me relentlessly, over and over, for what seemed like forever.
For the first few times I kept hoping that they would go too far and make
me come; but, no such luck- they were very vigilant and caught it every
time.  Then after a while the insistent roller-coaster of arousal and
approaching orgasm put me into a trance of sexual ecstacy; I felt like I
was coming constantly whether they were jacking me or not.  I lost all
track of time and my surroundings.  My reality shrunk to the unbelievably
erotic sensations in my erection and my body.

   We must've made quite a tableau, me lying back with my incredibly
swollen, dripping erection projecting up near their faces, and the two boys
intently concentrated on making it even harder and wetter for as long as
they could.

   Then Paul, who was jacking me then, started extremely slow-motion
strokes from the very base of my shaft up to the tip of its head and back
down, relentlessly, without stopping.  His hand glided up and down my shaft
with a sticky sound, sliding in the thick film of cream which coated my
erection, and was being steadily renewed by the rivulet that they were
milking from my cockhead.

   I was on fire; my hardon was painful, it was so swollen, and I would
have come right then if his hand was moving any faster- but it was just
slow enough to keep me on the edge.  But the relentlessness of his jacking
kept me building steadily toward a huge orgasm, that I felt overtaking me
even though he wasn't allowing me to be pushed over the edge.

   Then, in spite of his torturous jacking, I felt myself hitting the point
of no return; I could feel a massive amount of fluids pooling in my crotch
as my erection transformed into a burning laser of energy; and, almost
blacking out as the final wave of orgasm washed over me, I moaned loudly as
my hardon started jumping with the first jet of semen rushing through it.

   As soon as Paul felt my shaft tighten, he took his hand completely off
of it, and both boys watched intently as my huge erection jumped, over and
over, spraying out a thick jet of come with each contraction.  Since he
wasn't holding it, its spasms sent it bouncing wildly as each one gripped
it, spraying ropes of semen that arced high above my belly, to rain down on
my thighs, genitals, and abdomen.  Terry sighed spontaneously "Oh, man!" as
he watched the spectacle.

   Eventually its bouncing lessened, and the jets of semen subsided to a
pulsing flow that ran down my shaft to pool in my already-soaked pubic
hair. Then even that subsided, and I sighed loudly as as my hardon slowly
sagged down into the puddle of semen, lying along my belly, as it relaxed
from its over-extended hyper-arousal.

   Both boys had that dazed look of intense sexual immersion as they
lowered the chair and helped me out of it, handing me a towel.  Somehow I
felt really at ease with them now, having just shared such an intensly
intimate and sexually satisfying experience.  It felt kind of powerful,
being the object of their desire and almost worship; I felt they would do
anything to give me pleasure, in return for allowing them the excitement of
participating in it, getting to do my big dick that they were so obviously
fascinated with.  I could intuitively forsee much more intense sexual
enjoyment to come in future days, and felt a contented anticipation at the
thought.

   10.

   When I got home, my mother was waiting for me in the kitchen.  "You
know, honey, I want to talk to you...  Do you have a minute?  About the
other day...  you know, when I walked in on you and your friend.  I've been
thinking about it, quite a lot.  I realized I overreacted.  I guess I was
just so startled when I walked in and saw you boys...  It's my own fault;
you're a big boy now, obviously, practically a man: I should have knocked,
and tried to respect your privacy.  You have a right to that, everybody
does." "And what you boys were doing..." She paused a moment.  "I want to
tell you that I know that's really perfectly alright, and it's quite normal
for boys your age to experiment.  I don't want to make you feel like you
have to hide what you do, or think badly about yourself or anything about
it; God knows people in our society are confused enough about sex already."
"So I want to apologize for walking in on you.  It was my fault, and it
won't happen again.  You can have your friends over and live your own life
as you see fit, I won't interfere.  And I'll be sure to ALWAYS knock if I
want to come in your room from now on; all I ask is that you at least close
your door if you want to do things like that...  your bedroom IS the best
place for that sort of thing after all; but making sure you have privacy is
a good idea, since many people have very complicated ideas about all this.
And I guess from my reaction the other day, I have to admit that even I
have more complicated ideas about it than I'd like to admit."

   I felt very embarrassed to be hearing her talk about all this.  It was
hard enough to acknowledge to myself how much I wanted to be involved with
Paul's "activities", much less admit it to my mother!  I managed to mumble,
"Thanks, Mom, I'll be careful...", and I added lamely "That was just
something that I tried that once..."

   She reassured me, clearly not crediting my excuse, "Well, whatever,
dear, your life is your own, and you have a right to live it according to
your own values, and I for one won't be interfering anymore, at least in
this area.  As far as I'm concerned the matter's closed."

   I was relieved when she turned back to her cooking.  I quickly left the
kitchen and went to my room.

   That evening I called Paul, and told him what my mother had said.  He
said excitedly "Cool!  We can do some more stuff over at your place!  It's
been great with Terry, but I really like just doing it with you alone, too.
God, but that was hot this afternoon!  I couldn't believe it, watching your
big dick coming and coming like that...  "

   I agreed that it had been really good, and he added, "Maybe I could come
over tomorrow after school...  I'd really love to try, you know, blowing
you again, without all the choking like last time; I think I could handle
it better now that I know what to expect...  that is, if that'd be ok with
you..."

   Needless to say it was more than just ok.  Even though I'd come so hard
the previous two days, I guess I was getting used to the daily sex I had
become used to receiving, so as the end of the schoolday approached I had a
hard time keeping my hardon from showing through my pants each time I stood
up, in anticipation of our after school session.  I tried thinking about
other things, and leaning my elbow into my crotch when I was sitting down,
which seemed to do the trick adequately.

   Finally school was over, and I hurried home.  I went to my room, threw
my books on the desk, and straightened it up a bit, making some room on my
bed and chair in anticipation that they might be used for my session with
Paul.  I got out a few towels and stacked them within reach, and was
surveying my handiwork, when I heard the kitchen door slam, and heard my
mother greeting Paul.  I heard her tell him, "He's in his room, go right on
in." Then I cringed as I heard her add, "You boys have fun!"

   I heard footsteps in the hall, then Paul entered the room.  "Wow, it's
kinda cool having your mom be ok with this...  I got the feeling that she
seemed to know what we were up to, I think she even winked at me!  I
couldn't believe it!"

   I reluctantly agreed.  It was weird having her know about it, but I
guess it was better her accepting it than hassling me about it.  But I just
wish she'd just ignore it in denial, then things would be back the way they
always were before.  I didn't like the feeling of her knowing about this
kind of stuff in my life, it felt like I had no privacy, and was very
embarrassing.

   But I WAS very excited to see Paul; I had a rock-hard erection
stretching my pant leg that I couldn't have hidden if I wanted too, and I
didn't, knowing that seeing it would turn him on and get things started;
and I could see a good bulge in his pants, too.  His eyes eagerly went to
my crotch, and he turned and closed the door and locked it, then turned
back to face me.

   "I can see you're ready...  damn, you're big!  Look at the size of
that!" I glanced down, following his open stare, and could see that it
looked like my rod reached halfway to my knee, the way it was pulling my
pantleg out.  He said with a smirk, "I guess I better set it free, so we
can take care of it.  As you can see, I'm in the mood, too..." he added,
pointedly looking down.

   We both started to undo our belts in silence.  I undid my pants and
slowly lowered my zipper, and let my pants slide down my legs, and stepped
out of them.  Paul was undoing his pants, and I stood in my underwear
waiting for him to finish.  He got them off, and we were both standing with
our briefs tented by our erections.  He came over to me and felt my rod,
grabbing it through my underpants, and feeling its swollen head.  God, the
touch of his fingers on my hardon through the fabric was heavenly!  And I
knew it was going to be much better in a minute...  Then he steered me
towards my deskchair, and, as I stood in front of it, he slipped his
fingers under the waistband of my briefs and pulled them down to my ankles.
My erection sprang free, and as I stepped out of my underwear he pulled
down his own, and while I sat he reached and grabbed a towel, which he
spread on the ground between my spread legs.

   He knelt between my legs facing me over the towel.  We both gazed at my
hardon, now bouncing inches from his face; its thick shaft strained eagerly
towards the ceiling, dark red from the blood congesting it, its head
stretched to a shiny purple under the intense arousal of anticipation that
I was swimming in.  It was as swollen as I'd ever seen it; I was really
hot, burning with lust, on fire with the anticipation of another huge
orgasm at the hands of my eager friend.

   He reached out and very slowly, with a light touch, stroked his fingers
along the shaft from my balls to its head, sending shivers of excitement
through my groin.  He tickle-stroked it a few more times, then let his hand
drift to my balls, leaned forward, and took the head of my erection into
his wet mouth.

   Intense, exquisite pleasure flooded my being.  I felt totally fulfilled;
I couldn't imagine anything better attainable in life than the sensation of
my rock-hard erection in his mouth.  I hoped I would never come, and those
sensations could just continue on and on, purest pleasure forever; but I
also knew that a huge orgasm was absolutely inevitable, the way he was
making my body feel.  I could already feel the fluids starting to pool in
my balls in preparation for their inevitable explosion through my shaft
when I came.

   My cockhead was completely in his mouth, and he swirled his tongue
around it several times, then slowly squeezed it out between his lips. 
When it still had the slightest contact with his lips in a tiny kiss, he
slowly sucked it back in again up to the shaft, and repeated his tongueing.

   He kept this pattern up for several minutes; it felt heavenly!  "Oh,
man...  That's so hot, I don't think I'm going to last very long...  I'm
getting close already..."

   He pulled his head back, squeezing my cockhead from his lips.  A sticky
string of pre-come trailed from the tip of my erection to his lips, then
sagged down and fell to his chin.  He sat up, and moved his hand up from my
balls to the base of my shaft, and started giving it a slow jacking. 
"Let's try and make it last...  tell me when you're getting close and I'll
take a break, then when the urge is past I'll start in again.  I'd love to
keep you on the edge far a long time...  I really want to drink a mouthful
when you come..."

   I silently agreed wholeheartedly, and sat back and let him work the base
of my shaft while I calmed down a bit.  I could see he was jacking himself
off while he did me; a string of clear fluid was dripping down from his
cock to the towel on the floor.  Noticing me watching him, he said, "I'm
going to try to come at the same time you do, if I can..." After a minute I
told him that the urge was past, and he aimed my shaft down a bit with his
hand, and again sucked it into his mouth.

   This time he tried to take more of it in.  He got his lips halfway down
my shaft; but couldn't seem to get any more in, and twisted his head a few
times and slowly drew it all the way back out, letting my cockhead pull
from his lips with a popping sound.  He repeated this move over and over.

   It felt unreal to have my shaft entering deeply into his mouth; I was on
the edge again in a few minutes, and warned him.  Again he pulled out,
holding the base of my shaft tightly in his hand, studying the object of
his fascination while we waited for my urge to come to die down a bit.  The
entire shaft was shiny with his saliva and my fluids, and it was fully
stretched out to its rock-hard maximum.  We could see my pulse in the veins
that curled along its sides, and gradually, as my excitement subsided to a
manageable level, we noticed its head shrink slightly from its
fully-orgasmic distension.

   At my signal he gave it several slow jacks, then holding it by the base,
again he leaned forward and slipped it into his mouth.  Again he took as
much of it as he could, then pulled back slowly and repeated this over an
over, as if I was fucking his throat, riding his hand up my shaft each time
he pulled back.  Every time I was fully down his throat it felt so intense,
having my big hardon embedded in his wet, tight mouth, and then the smooth,
wet caress of his tongue and lips as he pulled his mouth back.  I could
feel the back of his throat on my cockhead on each thrust, banging against
its tip, and the sensation of his teeth occasionally sliding along my shaft
and hitting the rim of my cockhead was fantastic.  I was creaming so
heavily that I could actually feel the stream of semen-fluid slowly flowing
through my urethra into his sucking mouth, mixing with his saliva,
lubricating his intensly erotic blowjob.

   I began to feel that tingling in my extremities that signals the onset
of orgasm; but before I could tear myself out of the sexual stupor that the
sensations of his mouth on my erection had put me in and warn Paul, I could
feel it building fast, and knew that this one would be unstoppable.  I felt
the familiar tingling paralysis sweep over my body as the fluids started to
flow, pooling intensly in my groin, as a bright light began to build in my
head.  I finally managed to groan in warning, but then I felt the first jet
of semen shooting through my erection like a firehose, flooding powerfully
into Paul's mouth.

   He had apparently felt my erection swelling in his mouth which warned
him of my impending orgasm.  He responded in time by pulling my hardon out
of his throat until his lips were just locked around the rim of my
cockhead, so he would feel his mouth filling with my semen as I came; which
I started to do just then, my erection jumping in his mouth as the first
jet of come was pumped into it.

   It was a big one: my body was locked in that ecstatic, electrical
paralysis, as my groin was powerfully gripped by one spastic orgasmic
contraction after another, sending jet after jet of thick fluid streaming
through my shaft and into his waiting mouth.  Paul was ready for it this
time, and as the first two ejaculations of come filled his mouth he
swallowed, and continued to swallow repeatedly as I kept coming and coming.
The feeling of each full jet of semen spurting through my urethra was
heavenly; that divine burning/tingling sensation as my hardon jerked to its
maximum tightness with each sudden pulse, and the satisfying rush of fluids
through it spurting out its tip into Paul's mouth was indescribably
fulfilling.

   I came maybe seven hard full-force jets of semen in his mouth before the
intensity started to subside at all, then kept coming in a gradually
diminishing flow for about another ten seconds, until only a few random
throbs gripped my erection sporadically.  God, it felt so incredibly good
to be coming so hard!  As I came I realized I would let him do anything at
all that he wanted, and would even do anything myself, if it meant I could
keep having these mind-blowing orgasms that Paul was able to wring from me.

   He kept sucking on it, drawing every drop of fluid out of it that it
could produce, until it was softening in his mouth.  He swallowed all of it
this time, only a small white dribble at the corner of his mouth escaping
his thirst.

   Finally he released my cock from his mouth and sat back.  It had
softened considerably, but was still a swollen, substantial piece of meat
as it softly flopped down over my ballsack.  I lay back, completely drained
and relaxed, in a state of total satisfaction.  As I surveyed the damage I
could see that Paul had come too, from the condition of his towel.

   "Oh, man!" he started, wiping at the semen on his chin and at the corner
of his mouth, "I just love making you come...  you come so big, it's so hot
to feel you...  That was really good- I came just when you did; feeling you
come in my mouth and coming myself at the same time was so cool!" "That was
REALLY good.  We can do ANYTHING you want to if it makes me come THAT
hard...  Whew!" I admitted.

   I felt totally satisfied and comfortable.  I reflected how much my
attitude had changed in such a short time: at first, I used to feel guilty
and confused when Paul did me, and I only went along with him reluctantly;
and now, I had become his wholehearted slave, eagerly aquiescing in any
sexual act he wanted to inflict on me.  Even though he made a show of being
subservient to me, in reality it was me who was following the lead of this
younger boy, no matter how deferentially he put it.

   We both wiped ourselves up with the towels, and put our pants back on.
"Can I come over tomorrow afternoon again? ...If you're into it..." he
asked with his usual mild manner.  "Oh, Yeah!" I reassured him, "I guess
you could tell, I'm into it bigtime!"

   We went out to the kitchen, where my mother was putzing, and as I let
Paul out the back door, she said "Goodbye Paul..." Then to my horror, she
added in a playful voice "I hope you boys had a good time!", and she WINKED
at me!  My jaw dropped; as she saw the expression on my face, she said to
me in a stage whisper, "Well, I don't know exactly what you boys were up
to, but if it's what I suspect, then I expect you did!", and turned back to
her cooking.  "Dinner's in half an hour" she added, dismissing the subject.

   11.

   All that night I wrestled with the dilemma of having my mother know
about what we were doing.  It really bothered me; even though she seemed to
accept it, even in some strange way to be enjoying it, I felt really weird
about it.  Doing this stuff was one thing; worrying what people thought
about it was entirely another.  Especially since I knew I wasn't queer.  I
new there wasn't any discrepancy between that fact and having all these
sexual acts with another boy; but it was hard for me to explain, or imagine
that anybody else would be able to understand, since I imagined from the
outside it LOOKED pretty queer.

   The next morning after breakfast, I screwed up my nerve and blurted out
to my mother, "You know, Mom, I wanted to talk to you...  You know that
stuff, with me and Paul, like we were doing...  this is kinda difficult...
Anyway, we were just messing around, I'm not queer or anything."

   My mother looked at me thoughtfully, evidently appreciating how hard all
this was for me to talk about.  "Oh, honey, of course not!  I understand.
You know, sex is a complicated thing, and when young people are figuring
out about it they try all different things with each other, to learn about
it.  Everybody does.  I mean different things for different people, but
people do all kinds of things that aren't necessarily going to be what they
do all their lives.  It's quite normal, and nothing to worry about, and
anyone with their head screwed on right knows this, and accepts it without
a lot of fuss.  I'm sorry if my fooling around with you about it made you
uncomfortable.  Don't worry, I won't mention it again; it's really none of
my business, and perfectly all right to boot.  So we won't say another word
about it."

   She smiled at me and patted my shoulder, then went about clearing the
dishes from breakfast, as I readied myself for school, considerably
relieved by her speech.  As I went through my day I found myself reflecting
that in a way having somebody else know about my sexual behavior was both
mildly disturbing, and at the same time kind of exciting.  I felt kind of
like I was being watched doing forbidden things, and that in itself was
hot, in a funny way.  But I definitely felt a bit better after my talk with
her this morning.

   That afternoon Paul came over again, and "came" over is the right way to
put it.  He did me very much like he did yesterday, with a bit more jacking
and a bit less blowing.  We managed to draw it out a little longer, and
when I came in his mouth it was a pretty big one.  My rock-hard erection
jumped as each spurt of come surged through it into his sucking mouth; he
gagged a bit more as my semen flooded his mouth than yesterday, but managed
to swallow it all again, but this time he came a bit before me.

   At one point in the middle of our session, he was slowly jacking me off,
taking a break from sucking on it, when he blurted suddenly, "I wanted to
ask you, I don't know if you'd want to...  tomorrow night, saturday,
Terry's going to have a few friends over to his house for a sleep-over.  He
really wants you to come over too.  His parents will be gone for the
weekend, and I'm sure that there'll be a lot of fooling around and stuff.
If you wanted to come over it'd be really cool; you'd be the star for sure,
being so big and coming like you do...  If you wanted too..."

   He went on to tell me that there would be four or five other guys there,
friends of theirs who had done this a few times before, had sleepovers
where jacking each other off was the major activity.  He said they were
mostly younger guys like him and Terry; he said one of the guys was pretty
big, but not like me.  He added that they were always very cool about it
all, and had never talked about it except among themselves; and as they
were all friends of Terry's from his school, they wouldn't talk about it
with anyone who knew us anyway.

   While he continued to do me, in the back of my mind I was considering
his invitation.  My first reaction was caution, a reluctance to reveal
myself to strangers in this way; but as deliscious fantasies of what it
might be like played themselves out in my mind, made more concrete by the
orgasm building in my groin as his lips slid up and down on my erection,
eventually my lust won out; and after we came and were cleaning up I told
Paul that I thought it might be fun to go to Terry's sleepover.  He got a
grin on his face and said "Great!  It'll be really hot!  You'll see...  By
the way; wear baggy underwear...  You'll need them, you're gonna be hard in
them for a while..."

   I showed up at the appointed hour at Terry's, and was greeted by him and
Paul and two other boys I didn't know.  The tv was on, and Terry had his
electric racing track set up on the living room floor, so in no time
everyone was happily occupied.  Within half an hour two other boys arrived,
and settled in to the chaos.  After a while some pizza was sent for, which
arrived eventually and was eaten on the living room floor.

   After dinner and a lot more excited chatter, one of the boys I'd just
met, apparently one of the older guys there (next to me) whose name I'd
learned was Jimmy, pointedly asked, "So...  Who's first?"

   The mood changed in the room immediately, as apparently all the other
boys knew what he was referring to, and so of course I figured it out
pretty fast.  Terry answered him, "Well, I thought we'd do the youngest to
the oldest; and there's a special surprise for last," he added grinning,
"our guest of honor!", and be nodded his head towards me.  Several of the
other boys' eyes lit up knowingly, and I gathered from what Paul had told
me that Terry had told a few of these guys about my endowment and
performance, and it must've been those boys he talked to.

   The mess from dinner and an afternoon of frolicking was quickly cleared
up from the livingroom floor.  Then Terry got several of the bigger guys
and me to help him move the barbers' chair into the center of the room. 
Meanwhile everyone was discussing their ages, determining the order of the
coming events.

   A smaller boy with red hair was apparently the youngest, so he got to go
first.  It was decided that the next older would do whose ever turn it was,
everyone else watching, until the oldest (me) who would be done by
everybody.  "And wait'll you see, he's got enough for everyone to be doing
it at once, for sure!" Terry smirked.

   The redhead excitedly took off his pants and underwear, revealing a very
small hard cock.  He clambered up into the chair, while Terry adjusted and
raised it so that his midsection was forced into the air, causing his
erection to be the highest part of his body, at the level of our waists. 
The boy who was apparently the next oldest began to feel him up lavishly,
enjoying putting on a show for the assembled audience.  He fondled his
little ballsack, and ran his fingers up and down his erection, pausing to
tickle its head with his fingertips while he fondled his balls with his
other hand, and so on.

   All the other boys who weren't involved in the action were crowded
around closely, ogling the show and making comments.  I could see
good-sized bulges in the front of most of their pants, and a couple of the
boys were feeling each other's erections through their pants, their arms
crossed over each other's, as they watched.

   Probably because of the audience, the handjob was done with the flair of
a performance.  He did one move then another, moving from rapidly jacking
his hard little shaft with two fingers, to doing its head with the fingers
of one hand and his balls with the other, then jacking it off with his
whole palm, then spitting in his hand and using it as a lube for a
full-crotch feel, and so on.

   Several of the other boys started to undo their pants and the rest of us
followed suit, until we were all standing there in our underwear.  We were
all hard; and the variety of sizes and shapes of our erections was
tantalyzingly apparent through our tented underwear.  It was clear at a
glance that I was far and away the biggest present, but a couple of the
other boys were also good-sized.  Terry, apparently the uncontested master
of ceremonies, announced "Ok, everyone feel whoever's standing to your
right...  But no taking them out or coming, until it's your turn!"

   On my left was one of the smaller boys (at least in height; he was one
of the larger boys judging by the tent in his underwear), and I felt his
hand settle on the end of my erection through my underwear and start to
work its way down my shaft, while I reached over and did the same to the
guy on my right, who happened to be Terry.  I had felt his cock before of
course, his and Paul's being the only ones I ever had.  Mark, the boy
feeling me, had reached the bottom of my shaft, and pushed it downwards, so
that its length was revealed in the height of the tent it was making in my
briefs.

   "Wow!" he exclaimed, staring at the size of my bulge, and moving it
around provocatively.  Several of the other boys noticed and were watching
the shape in my pants in appreciation also; Terry told them, "Pete's last,
he's the surprise, as you can see...  Wait'll you see it in action!"

   We were all now feeling each other up while we watched the handjob show,
which was progressing rapidly; his hardon was getting wet, a thick pearl of
fluid perched right on its tip, and the boy doing him was jacking him off
fast now, with two fingers on the bottom of his erection just below the
head and his thumb on top, and softly feeling his balls with his other
hand. Suddenly the redhead groaned and his hardon started bouncing, on the
second bounce releasing a little spurt of come.  Two more little spurts
followed, but his cock kept bouncing three or four more times drily as his
immature orgasm wound down.

   Mark was running his fingertips up and down my shaft with little
tickling motions, and I was doing the same to Terry.  He leaned forward,
forcing me to stop doing him, and lowered the chair while the youngest boy
got off it, and the guy that was doing him took off his underwear and got
in, and was cranked up.  Paul was the next oldest apparently, so I got to
watch him start in on this boy, and see all of the moves he had been using
on me being employed on someone else.

   He had a fairly good-sized erection for his age, bigger than Paul's, and
Paul started doing him with a similar flair for showmanship that he in turn
had used on the youngest boy.  His cock had a particularly big head,
looking like a mushroom perched on its shaft, and Paul spent a lot of his
effort stimulating it.  it was quite wet already, a big bubble of clear
fluid perched over it's slit.

   It was a dizzying situation; the sensations of a hand tickling my
erection, watching someone else getting jacked off, and a gang of other
boys feeling each other up, was incredibly erotic.  I couldn't focus on any
one thing; the fantastic tickling sensations in my crotch and the many
erotic displays all around me were like a kaliedoscope of sex.  I was
rock-hard, the feeling of my pulsing erection straining against my briefs
burning like a laser beam.  It was much more arousing having sex with so
many other eager boys, it was as if our individual arousals were adding to
each other's.

   The guy getting done was mature enough to be producing more fluids that
the younger boy had, and he was creaming nicely now as Paul did him.  He
kept coming back to rubbing the cream around his big cockhead in a slow
circular motion with his fingertips, which apparently the other boy loved.
I was getting wet too, a nice-sized dark spot steadily growing on my
underwear over my cockhead.

   The young redhead was standing next to Jim, the older boy who had first
suggested our orgy, and he suddenly put his hand inside Jims pants and
started jacking off his sizeable hardon in earnest.  "No hands in pants! 
Do it from the outside only...", Terry directed, and the younger boy pulled
his hand out of Jim's pants and resumed feeling his shaft through his
briefs.

   Paul's expertise was working its magic, and we could see that the other
boy was close.  His dick was swollen an angry red, its shaft shiny,
completely covered in a film of cream, and Paul was jacking the rim of its
head rapidly, his thumb and forefinger encircling it like an "o", rapidly
and lightly jerking up and down just over the rim, while he stabilized the
shaft with his other hand holding its base.  The rapid movements of his
fingers was whipping the cream on his cockhead into a froth, a white foam
building around his hand, producing a wet sound on each quick stroke.

   Suddenly the other boy started panting and closed his eyes, his cockhead
swelled visibly, and a jet of semen shot out of it six inches up over his
belly, followed by another and another.  The come rained down over Paul's
hands, and after the first few ejaculations it subsided to a pulsing flow
that ran down the front of his cockhead and over Paul's jacking hand, to
pool in his pubic hair.

   Terry gently pushed my hand away from his erection, I guess he was
getting too close himself.  I was very hot also; the front of my underwear
were soaked now, but I felt like I could keep going a lot longer like this.
Having Paul doing me every day like he had been had apparently worked my
sexual stamina up.

   The boy's orgasm finally died down, and Terry again lowered the chair,
while Paul pulled his underwear down and got in, ready to be done himself.
Mark, the boy who had been feeling me up, was next older, so he released my
dick and positioned himself to do Paul.  The boy who had just been done
came over and stood to my left, and reached his hand out and started
feeling my hardon.  The different touch and technique he used than Mark had
been doing added a new level to the stimulation, and I could feel my
erection grow as hard as it had ever been.

   Terry looked at me then pointedly down, so I assumed he was ready for
more, and I started slowly jacking the outside of his shaft off through his
briefs, running the flat of my hand up and down the bottom of his shaft,
pausing occasionally to feel its head.  I was feeling very hot under the
new boy's touch, and I indicated to him that I needed a short break, and he
pulled his hand back.

   Mark meanwhile was doing an excellent job on Paul.  He had a very
effective technique, moving his hands slowly but very smoothly, never
letting up in the stimulation.  Paul's shaft had already been wet when he
took his pants off, but it was dripping now.  Suddenly, with no warning, he
started coming, several good jets of semen squirting into the air over
Mark's jacking hands.  It was the fastest one yet; he had only been done
for a few minutes; but all the arousal from watching the other boy getting
done, then jacking the second guy off himself, obviously had their effect.
I expected that as we went along it wouldn't be surprising to see it taking
less and less time before we each came.

   Paul's orgasm wound down, then the chair was lowered, and Mark took his
pants off and got in.  As I had guessed from the bulge in his pants, he was
good sized, but not quite as long as me, and of course nowhere near as
thick.  Terry was the next older, so he shifted over changing places with
Jim to position himself, which put Jim in position to be done by me.  As
Terry started in on Mark, I reached out and felt Jims erection through his
underwear, and Jim started in doing Terry while he worked on the current
center of attention.

   Jim's hardon was nice sized, and the front of his pants were as wet as
mine, far wetter that any of the other boy's pants seemed to be.  I
anticipated from that that he would be a big comer; and since he was the
next younger than me, I would be doing him, and would get to experience it
first hand.

   Paul had cleaned himself up by now, and he came over and stood slightly
behind me, joining in with the boy feeling me up.  He pushed my hardon down
from the bottom so it was sticking straight out, and squeezed its base
repeatedly , swelling it even further with each squeeze, while the other
guy felt up and down the shaft and over the head through my soaking briefs.
It felt so hot to have both of their hands on my hardon; I knew I'd come in
a few minutes if they kept it up.

   Meanwhile, Terry was doing Mark's erection very nicely.  He was
alternating tickling it all over with long, slow strokes along the full
length of his shaft while he tickled his balls.  It was hot seeing a bigger
one being done; I could imagine how it would look to these guys when it was
finally my turn.

   Suddenly the movements of Terry's hands on Marks cock slowed and
fumbled, and Terry sighed and closed his eyes, as he started coming in his
pants from Jim's caressing.  Jim quickly pulled his underwear down a
stroked Terry's erection rapidly as he continued coming, several nice jets
of semen arcing out from his cockhead to the floor, following the few that
had filled his pants.  The action centered on Jim finishing Terry for a
moment; then when his orgasm had fully died down, Terry backed off to
recover, and Jim, as next in line, took over doing Mark.

   I could see why Terry had come early; Jim was clearly a masturbation
addict like Paul was.  He worked Mark's erection like a concert pianist
playing a concerto, massaging, tickling, applying pressure to it in a
constantly varying pattern.  His hardon was soaked with precome, and with
each upward pull of Jim's hands on his long shaft a fresh ooze flowed out
of its tip.  Paul and the other boy were working a similar magic on my
erection; I was creaming hard, my erection throbbing rock-hard in their
hands.  I warned them to slow down, and they did, but continued their
deliscous stimulation of my member.

   Mark was panting, and he suddenly groaned "Ohhhh!", and his dick lept in
Jim's hands and a rope of come spurted out, arcing high over his belly,
followed by another and another.  His eyes were closed, his mouth open in a
silent sigh, face blushing, his back arched as he came.  His erection,
swollen and dark, shiny with fluids, spurted several more jets of come out
over his belly and Jim's hands until the flow of semen gradually subsided,
but his hardon twitched several more times as he continued to come drily.

   Finally he relaxed back into the chair as the grip of orgasm released
him.  Again the chair was lowered, and Jim got in it.  I eagerly watched as
he pulled his pants down.  and my expectation was confirmed; he had a big
one, as long as mine, but of course not as thick.  I was coming to realize
how exceptional my girth was.

   Terry raised the chair up, and I positioned myself to work on Jim's
cock. My admirers shifted around so that they could continue doing me, but
I warned them to hold off, so I didn't come early like Terry had, and they
complied.  I was rock-hard, my underwear barely able to contain my
erection, their entire front dark with wetness from being soaked through
with the fluids my arousal had wrung from my balls.  Paul asked, "Can I
pull your pants down and give everyone a preview of what's next while you
do him?", and not seeing any sign of refusal he reached out and slipped the
waistband of my briefs down so they were hanging on my thighs, revealing my
swollen erection.  A ribbon of sticky fluid trailed from its tip to my
soaked underwear.

   Several of the boys commented as it came into view.  Seeing it a few
feet from Jim's more normally big one showed off how truly large it was;
almost grotesquely thick, compared to all the other boys', as thick as a
soda can projecting from my belly.  It was swollen tightly, rigid, an angry
dark red from all the stimulation it had been receiving, which emphasized
its size.

   I was very aroused; I had been close to coming since long before Terry
came, it was so hot having my hardon and balls felt up so thoroughly while
watching each of these boys getting done until they came.

   In a trance of lust, I reached out and slid my hands down Jim's shaft,
from its swollen head to his balls, slowly, stretching the skin as I
reached the bottom of his big shaft, then squeezing it, causing his big
cockhead to swell even further.  I held it that way, as he moaned in
pleasure from being stretched out so big.

   Then I started jacking him off, excrutiatingly slowly, my hand barely
moving, sliding the full length up and down his shaft.  I took care to
slide it well up over the rim of his cockhead on each upward pass, and to
softly slide my circled thumb and forefinger over the stretched, sensitive
skin of his cockhead.  His shaft was already coated with a thick film of
cream from all the prior attention it had received, and a fresh flow was
adding to it as a result of my coaxing, getting smeared around and his
cockhead and down his shaft as I slid my hand down it to his balls, when I
stretched the skin on his big erection and pushed the shaft down to extend
it to its maximum length on each downstroke.

   Before long I could feel his body tensing up in preperation for his
orgasm, so I allowed my hand movements to come to a stop and just held my
hand around the bottom of his shaft, squeezing it, forcing it to swell even
bigger.  I held this for a minute or two until I could sense his urge to
come subside a bit, then I resumed jacking him off slowly and thoroughly.

   Meanwhile, several of the boys led by Paul stated exploring my erection,
lightly tickling it, pushing it down to make it stick out farther,
squeezing it, tickling my balls, just generally teasing it.  It felt so
good to have the intensely light stimulation on my genitals while I worked
on Jim's big rod; I wasn't very far from coming myself.

   We kept this up for another ten minutes or so, me pausing whenever I
felt him tensing up, and asking the other boys to hold off doing me when I
felt myself starting to get close.  My underwear was around my ankles, my
thick rod continuously dripping cream as the did me, which from time to
time trailed down in a ribbon to the floor, where quite a puddle was
building on the carpet.

   After the fourth or fifth near-orgasm, Jim gasped breathily, "Oooh, I
need to come!"; so I speeded up my jacking just a bit, and made the rhythm
rock-steady, sliding my hand up and down the full length of his shaft
without letup, while I started lightly tickling his balls.  I had to ask
the other guys to hold off on my rod, as I could feel myself getting too
near the edge again- it felt heavenly to be so aroused and hard in the
midst of all this sex!

   Suddenly, without warning, Jim gasped as his hardon jumped in my hand,
and a jet of semen shot straight up into the air and rained back down on my
hand and his erection, followed by another and another.  It felt so hot to
feel his big erection pulsing spastically in my hands as he kept coming,
spurt after spurt of semen, that now flowed in a thick rivulet over my hand
and down his shaft, to pool in his pubic hair.

   Eventually his orgasm subsided, and one of the boys handed us each a
towel from the stack we had in readyness.  Jim sighed, saying "Oh, man,
that was GREAT!", as Terry moved to lower the chair for him to get up.

   Finally, the chair was empty, and I knew my turn had finally arrived.  I
felt a tingling in my spine as I stepped into it, in anticipation of what
was to surely follow.  My hardon bounced as I moved, and I was aware that
everyone's attention was on it fully.  As I sat in the chair I pushed my
hips forward slightly so that it stuck out as far as possible for their
admiration.

   I settled back, and Terry raised the chair while simultaneously rocking
it back, lowering my head and raising my pelvis, until my erection was by
far the highest part of my body.  I could feel it tingling and throbbing
under everyone's staring.

   "Well, for the finale, EVERYONE is going to get to do Pete- as you can
see, there's plenty there for everyone!" Terry announced, and all the boys
reached out and started fondling my rod.

   The head support was tilted up enough so that I could watch the
proceedings as they did me.  Hands were moving all around my hardon,
feeling and stroking its head, circling the shaft, bouncing and tickling my
balls; it was heavenly!  Paul wasn't letting anyone actually jack it off so
I wouldn't come too soon, and as a result I was immersed in the exquisite
slow ecstacy of a drawn-out sex torture, six pairs of hands fluttering over
my erection.

   I was creaming heavily, and strings of the sticky pre-come trailed from
their fingers from time to time as they lifted them to move to another area
to do me.

   After a while of this Terry directed, " Now everyone on this side of the
table do his cockhead with your fingertips, and everyone on that side do
his balls very lightly." They complied, and after a moment the focussed
burning in the head of my erection and balls was excruciating.  I had never
seen my rod so swollen, and the steady stream of cream that was oozing from
its tip flowed down after lubricating their fingertips to coat its shaft in
a heavy, shiny film of slick stickiness.

   I was right on the edge, my rock-hard hardon beginning its pre-orgasmic
twitching, when Terry said, "Quickly, all hands away from it, he's about to
come!" They pulled away fast enough that I was left on the edge, my cock
twitching and oozing, but without quite enough momentum to send it over the
top.

   The other boys watched my near-explosion with the intense fascination of
focussed lust.  Most of them had resumed feeling each other up, and several
of them had their underwear pulled down and were being jacked off by their
partners.

   Seeing that my need to come had passed, as they watched my vertical
erection bouncing with my heartbeat Terry announced, "Since Paul introduced
us to Pete, let's let him finish him off while we watch, and Jim can do his
balls, in payback for the great job Pete did on him."

   Paul gently slid both hands around my dripping shaft, and with exquisite
slowness started to slide them up and down it, just catching the swollen
edge of my cockhead on each upstroke, while Jim softly grabbed one of my
balls with each of his hands, and started very lightly feeling them up,
slowly manipulating them through their ballsack.

   It was heaven!  They were doing me so slowly that I couldn't come, but
just kept getting hotter and hotter, more aroused than I ever imagined I
could be.  The sticky sounds of Paul's hands slowly sliding on my shaft,
along with my panting and the other boy's heavy breathing were the only
sounds that could be heard in the room for the next six minutes, as the
slowly did me.

   After about two minutes of watching me getting done one of the boys who
was getting jacked off came with a groan, followed by another after a
minute, then another.  All the boys had been doing each other as they
watched the action, each using both their hands to work on the boys on
either side of them.

   Then, finally, I felt the intense tingling arousal that had been
building in my body concentrate itself into that familiar fiery burning
pins-and-needles sensation in my palms and the soles of my feet, then build
with exquisite, unrelenting slowness towards my crotch.  My whole body was
on fire and I felt myself falling into a deep swoon as an unbearable knot
of fullness built in my groin, balls and cock.  My balls tightened into a
hard mass as my erection swelled bigger and harder than it had ever been,
and as an involuntary groan escaped my lips, I started to come.

   Paul kept up his ultra-slow masturbation of my shaft as I came.  Again
and again my erection leaped in his hands, each contraction sending a rope
of semen spurting high in the air, to rain down on my belly.  I kept coming
and coming; I had never come so hard or so long before.  My abdomen was
soaked in hot semen, and still it kept spurting out.  Two of the watching
boys came in sympathy as they saw the violence of my orgasm.

   Eventually the jets subsided into a pulsing flow that ran down over
Paul's hands, adding to the puddle that soaked my belly.  The violent
spasms that gripped my shaft gradually died down to lazy throbs, and
finally to sporadic twitches.

   I lay back limply, completely spent in total satisfaction.  As I came
back to myself, I watched the other boys wiping their come up from the
carpet, as Terry and Paul mopped at the mess that covered my lower body. 
We were all dazed, glowing with the total satisfaction that only perfect,
intense sex can give.

   Eventually the chair was lowered and I staggered out and put on my
clothes.  Conversation resumed as several of the boys excitedly rehashed
the evening's events, but there was a contented air that pervaded us all as
the sex party wound down, and we all found places to sleep on the sofas and
in his spare bedrooms; I'm sure that an excited anticipation lingered in
most of our minds about what the morning's activities might bring...  

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