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WARNING:  If you are offended by sex between males or any 
combination thereof--where some of them may be related by blood, 
marriage or just plain lust-- you definitely should not be reading this 
story.  If this type of sex is illegal or immoral in your particular state, 
province or country, stop reading now and go away.  If, according to 
your local laws, you're under age, no fair peeking below.  

Some of the following events may contain graphic descriptions of 
sexual acts between men and MINOR boys  Any resemblance to any 
particular boy, man, teenager, penis or other anatomical part is just 
your over-active imagination.  

This is the one of series of many personal experiences I wrote 
originally for personal therapy and now share for everyone to read.  
These stories are based upon real events that took place in my life.   
I have changed the names of the people and the places where they 
took place to protect the 'guilty'.  If you like what I have written, 
please send me an e-mail.  If any of the people involved in the 
encounters are reading this, please contact me.  I would love to hear 
from you. 

Some of the following stories may depict unprotected sex.  You are 
reality.  Practice safe sex.  I do not condone either incest or child 
abuse, however boy-love-sex as described in the following 
experiences are a  matter of fact and I make no excuse for what 
happened to me in the past.
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[Parts of my humble beginning are NOT meant to be erotic in content 
but help to set an understanding for later experiences.  If you choice 
to skip those portions you might not understand the reasons for later 
events.  I share my writings for your enjoyment.    If you wish to 
share your thoughts and emotions, please feel free to email me.   I 
welcome and appreciate suggestions, constructive comments or 
corrects to my writings.  Enjoy!]
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NOVEMBER 1954
AGE FOURTEEN
BIRTHDAY TRIP WITH RALPH
GIL AND HIS BOYS TOGETHER
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Each year about the time of my birthday my stepfather, Ralph, took a 
business trip.  Throughout the years we had visited his friends or 
clients.   As I got older he liked me to go with him and at my 
fourteenth year it was no exception.  But there were variations.

We packed our belongs for the trip into the old wagon and shoved off 
about nine in the morning to avoid most of the traffic.  We rode for 
about an hour before Ralph asked if I would mind visiting Gil and his 
sons, Gil Jr. and Wil.  With the thought of seeing those hot guys again, 
I was not about to object.  I instantly replied with an excited, "Yes."

It was not long before we arrived in the small city area where the 
black gentleman, Gil, operated a business.  It had seemed much 
longer with my waiting to see them.  We met Gil at his business 
office, in an old factory building.  Gil and Ralph discussed business in 
his small office, while I sat out in the waiting room with an elderly 
lady secretary.  She kept looking in my direction and smiling.  That 
tended to make me feel a little uneasy.

It was not long before, Gil came out with Ralph and told us we were 
to join him and his boys for dinner at his place.  Ralph and I drove 
off following Gil to a large old country farm house not far from his 
business.  At the door we were greeted by Gil, Jr. and his younger 
brother, Wil.  They had grown some since our last visit.  Gil, Jr. was 
then fully grown at eighteen while Wil was nearly grown at sixteen.

Gil, Jr. was still a slim guy but a bit taller then before.  I could see 
that he was trying to grow some hair under his nose.  Wil had not 
grown much taller and was not much thinner then he was before.

After a wholesome family style dinner and the clean up, the boys 
invited me to their family room to play games and talk, while Ralph 
and Gil visited in the living room.

We enjoyed each others company for over an hour before we were 
invited to join the men in the living room for a cup of hot cocoa.  
After awhile, Gil, Jr. and Wil were asked to direct me to their large 
bed room on that floor for the night while Ralph and Gil went up 
stairs for the night.

I undressed for bed as I would normally at home, down to my 
underwear, and used the bath room off the bed room before sliding 
into bed.  Wil used the bath room and came to bed in his underwear.  
We talked and visited for a time before Gil, Jr. returned nude from 
the bath room and got into a bed next to ours.
	
I knew what to expect and entertained wonderful thoughts of 
another adventure with those boys.  Wil turned out the light and 
returned to the bed to settle in for the night.  It was natural that I 
was disappointed that there was no adventure at that time, as I had 
warmly expected.
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Late that night, Wil got up and stood next to the edge of his brother's 
bed pulled down his undershorts to the floor and moved across the 
bed on his knees until he was over Gil, Jr.'s face.   Wil held his penis 
in his hand and saying nothing, looked down at his older brother.  Gil, 
Jr. responded by reaching out for the crotch above him and tenderly 
rubbed around the testicles.

Wil's hard shaft must have been at least nine inches long.  The 
foreskin was naturally drawn back above the head as it hardened.  
The head was a dark red and the shaft was a shining dark brown.  
His pubic bush covered his crotch and worked its way up toward his 
lower abdomen.  Firm testicles pressed themselves firmly under his 
penis, loaded for action.

Wil lowered himself so as to let his penis enter Gil, Jr.'s mouth, who 
willingly took the shaft into his mouth and sucked it vigorously.  As 
my eyes had adjusted the dim light of the room I could see the 
dreamy expression on Wil's face as his brother sucked his hot rod.  
He moved his eyes around and closed them for a time.

I laid there motionless watching the action until their dad came into 
the room and turned on the light.  I thought his entry might stop the 
action, but it continued on uninterrupted.  Gil, Sr. stood watching the 
scene for a few seconds and smiled over at me.

As the older Gil walked over to me he asked me, "What do you think 
of that?  Do you feel left out?"

I replied, "I don't mind watching.  I don't feel left out."

He continued to approach the bed where I was sitting partly covered 
with the sheet.  When he got to the bed he sat down next to me and 
placed his hand upon my bare neck and upper back.  His hand 
seemed very large for the tall slim man that he was.  Within a few 
seconds he moved his hand down to the waist band of my 
undershorts and let his hand slip under it.  As his fingers covered the 
top of my butt he used a finger to explore the crack and locate my 
opening.

When his finger located at my rear opening, he pressed into it just 
enough to let me know that he had found it.  The sensation of his 
touch drove my emotions into high gear.

I noticed that Wil kept up the motion as he was sucked until 
suddenly he stopped his action and pulled his penis out of his 
brother's mouth.  He quickly moved back below Gil, Jr.'s crotch and 
tugged at the penis below him.  
	
Wil took each of Gil, Jr.'s legs and prompted their movement to his 
shoulders.  That allowed Gil, Jr.'s butt hole available for use.  Gil, Jr. 
spread his cheeks while his brother probed around with the head of 
his penis.  Presently, Gil, Jr. gave out a slight moan as I could make 
out his anus muscles being penetrated by his brother's wet shaft.
	
The younger boy pushed further and further into his older brother 
until finally stopping with nearly all the shaft embedded into the 
anus canal.  He slowly slid his shaft out to just before the bottom of 
the head.
	
Gradually Wil pressed forward again until he sank deep into the butt 
cheeks.  By then Gil, Jr. was looking like he was enjoying the 
treatment he was getting from his younger brother.
	
Slowly the pace picked up until there was a steady humping in and 
out of his anal canal.  About the time the motion picked up, Wil took 
hold of the older penis and pulled up and down on it with very slow 
strokes.
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By then, Daddy Gil was rubbing my crotch through my undershorts.  
He found no problem getting my six inches or more up and ready.  
He whispered loudly to me, "I really love to suck the juices out of 
white boys like you.  I am sure that you won't mind either after 
what I feel.  You are most ready for the thrill of my tongue all round 
your penis head and beyond.  Right?"

I was too excited to disagree so I managed to shake my head in 
agreement to his very appealing offer.  With that invitation, Gil, Sr. 
asked me to stand as he slide my undies down to the floor.  He 
pressed against me and I sat back upon the bed for a few seconds 
until I was pressed down on my back.

This gentleman, let his tongue do the talking from then on.  Each 
nipple of my chest was attended to before he walked his tongue 
down my abdomen, making side trips back to those pointed little 
nipples of mine.  At one point he sucked one so hard it hurt.  He 
could not mistake my feelings and let it go with a plopping sound.

He skipped immediately to my upper crotch or lower belly.  The 
sucking and slurping of my pubic brush was most amusing.  It was 
like he was eating the hair from me.  I do know that it became wet.  
He continued that activity all around my upright penis and then 
around my testicles as well.

In the process he was careful not to touch my equipment until he 
was through eating all my hair with his tongue and lips.  Soon he was 
bumping into and letting his tongue travel all over my testicles.  
WOW!  That was a thrill.  

I thought I was going to let my juices shoot before he got done with 
them.  He would let each one of my plums into his mouth and roll 
them around in that heat with his licker.  WOW! again.  The heat was 
building so much that my young shaft was dripping clear fluid all the 
way down to the bottom of the head.  Oh, what a waste.  I wanted to 
get that fluid for myself, if he did not soon.

It was not a long wait before he began licking at the base of my shaft 
and slowly, teasingly getting closer to the head and the juices flowing 
from it.  I had to literally forced myself to think away my 
involvement to relieve the desire to shoot my load.

Finally the teasing was over and he slipped his mouth over the wet 
head of my throbbing young penis.  It felt like it would not take the 
pressure much longer.  My testicles were hard and very tight at that 
point.  (As I recall those moments, I feel wet and hot again.  Sorry 
about the interruption.)

While Gil, Sr. licked and tongued the head and shaft of my penis he 
held my testicles in one hand and very firmly, almost enough to be 
painful.  I did not realize it then, but he must have been holding back 
my flow of semen until the exact moment that he was ready for it.

It was not but a second or less after he released his hold on my 
testicles, that my penis was shooting a tremendous load of newly 
manufactured man fluid.  WOW!  many times.  That is still one of the 
hottest moments of my young life.  That black gentleman knew 
exactly what he was doing with my body every second of the way 
and I did not mind in the least.

I let my young man juice go into his mouth and as I did he rubbed 
his tongue around and around my penis head, sucking out every 
drop of moisture available.  After that he spit me out and rubbed his 
large hands up and down my small white body.  The sensation was 
very relaxing.
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After shooting his load and holding himself into his brother's hot 
anus for a few glorious seconds, Wil pulled out, sat back and bent 
down to his brother's crotch and immediately sucked upon him until 
Gil, Jr. gave out an indication that he had released his man juice.

Wil bobbed his head up and down on a shaft nearly an inch longer 
than his own.  In the sex organ department, young Wil was large for 
his age.  He easily put me to shame.
	
When Wil had finished his slurping and sucking of Gil, Jr., he lifted 
up his head and winked at me.  By then his dad was finishing up 
with me and making his way out of the room.
	
Gil, Jr. got up from the bed and went to the bath room.  While he was 
gone, Wil asked me to sleep nude with him for the rest of the night.  
I did not hesitate to accommodate him.  Being near his age, I felt 
comfortable with him.
	
It was not long before Gil, Jr. returned from the bath room, and stood 
there silently for a few seconds and asked if we where done with the 
light.  We indicated that we were.  He shut off the light and got into 
his bed.  It was not long before we were all fast asleep.  
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Some time before sun rise, I was awoken by the feel of a hand on my 
lower body.  To my pleasure, it was Wil fondling my body to get me 
excited.
	
Quickly, he slid himself down the bed until his face was in line with 
my nude crotch.   In the early morning dim light, he used his hungry 
lips to find my penis.  Once he found it, he eagerly sucked it into his 
hot wet mouth.
	
He sucked until he forced another load of juices from me.  It really 
did not take as long as I thought it would.  He finished and slowly 
released my penis from his mouth.  The head popped out wet, 
smooth and soft.  
	
Slowly Wil moved up the bed until his head rested on the pillow next 
to me.  He whispered to me, "That was nice.  Did you like it?"  

I said, "A very nice way to wake up."
	
He embraced me and we went off to sleep until a knock on the door 
interrupted our restfulness.  I realized my nudeness and fumbled 
around to find my underwear.  The boys and I took our turn in the 
bath room before we got dressed and went to the kitchen breakfast.  

At breakfast, Ralph was asked by Gil, Sr. if he thought I would mind 
staying for a few days while he was out and about on business.  
Ralph turned to me and asked if that would be something I would 
like to do rather than put up with the rest of his business trip.  He 
said if I liked he could pick me up on his way back home in about 
two days hence.

Before I could say anything, Wil piped in with his excited, "YES!  Do 
it."

With little thought, I said that I would not mind, but would need to 
get things from the car first.  Ralph said he would unlock the car 
after breakfast and us boys could lug in my few belongings.

Soon after breakfast, Ralph left.  The boys were home from school for 
the Thanksgiving holiday.  Gil, Sr. left Gil, Jr. in charge of things for 
the day as he was going to work for a short time and then return 
early for lunch.

After an uneventful morning of resting and napping I managed to be 
awake for lunch.  The trip and activities had tired me out and I 
wanted to rest up for another great night, I hoped.  The boys kept 
themselves busy doing assigned chores and did not mind me resting 
without them.

Gil, Sr. had picked up some food from a local sea food restaurant and 
treated us to great flavors of the sea.  As we ate and chatted, Gil, Sr. 
mentioned that his secretary was invited for dinner with them that 
evening.  I was surprised that the boys were looking forward to 
seeing the elderly lady.

For the afternoon, the boys and Gil spent time cleaning up around the 
house but not at a hurried pace.  They would work some and then 
rest and talk about the coming holidays or family stories.  It was 
interesting for me to hear their family adventures.
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NOVEMBER 1954
AGE FOURTEEN
GIL'S SECRETARY VISITS
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Not much later than five that evening Gil's secretary arrived.  She 
was a small older lady with a very nice smile on her wrinkled black 
face.  Back then people looked older to me, but I would guess that 
she must have been near her retirement age.

Gil, Sr. had spent time getting dinner ready and was nearly done 
when his secretary got there.  The boys seemed very pleased to see 
her and she was very pleasant to them.  I sat in the living room with 
them as they chatted about school and mutual friends and family.

I felt a little out of place and I think she noticed because she made 
an attempt to include me in the conversation.  There was not much I 
could offer, except to answer her questions.  She asked about my 
family and class mates among other things.  

One thing that seemed important to her was to know if I had a 
girlfriend.  I indicated that I had a few girls who were friends, but 
not any one in particular at that time.  I did not want her to know 
that I was into guys instead of girls.  Thankfully Gil, Jr. and Wil did 
not let on about anything.

Soon dinner was set on the table and we continued our conversation 
over the plates of food.  The boys let the adults dominate the 
conversation and I tried to keep my mouth shut.  The meal and the 
cleaning up lasted until late evening.

We all seemed to be tired from the busy day and evening, so it was 
natural to go to the respective bed rooms to get ready for bed.  Gil, 
Sr. had invited Millie, his secretary, to stay for the night to keep him 
company.  The boys said to me, in the privacy of their room, that she 
would stay over once in awhile to keep the 'old man' happy.  And 
that in turn made them happy.

As we were all ready for bed and still not terribly sleepy the boys 
told more stories.  While Gil, Jr. was sharing an interesting story 
about some family history, Wil left the room to get a late snack for 
us.  Almost immediately, he returned without snacks and whispered 
something to his brother.  He giggled a bit and said that his dad was 
at it with Millie.

Gil, Jr. said it would be a neat idea for us to peek in on them.  I was 
not sure that I wanted to participate in their peeking game, but they 
insisted that it would be okay.  They said they had seen them times 
before and never had a problem with it.

I was not sure I was convinced completely.  But I was excited about 
seeing what the boys reactions might be.  The idea of seeing an old 
couple get it on was not a thrill to me.

Before I knew what I was into, we were up the stairs and at a partly 
opened bed room door.  I might have wondered some as to why this 
old couple would have not closed the door completely.

The boys excitedly peeked into the room and as they did one of them 
pushed the door open so I could see Millie riding Gil, Sr.  They were 
both nude and she was bouncing up and down on his erection.  The 
thing I noticed first was her hanging breasts going up and down with 
the rhythm of her movements.

For a moment, I was shocked that the door was opened like that.  
Surely, the couple knew we were there as Millie turned toward the 
door slightly and Gil, Sr. motioned to enter.  I thought we were really 
in for a bad time.  But the boys went to him and sat on the bed as if 
they were meant to be there.  I stood in the door way in dazed from 
the whole scene.

Millie stopped and got off Gil, Sr. and his monster tool that she was 
propelling herself on.  When she turned I could see the gap in her 
crotch and the moisture dripping from it.

She got off the bed, went over and gave each boy a long hard kiss.  
When she kissed them she rubbed their bodies including their butts 
and crotch.  It was looking like a really hot scene.  I was still 
expecting a bad response to the entrance to the bed room, but none 
came.

I was feeling out of place standing at the door, when the boys came 
over and literally dragged me into the room.  Still in a daze, I had 
little resistance for them.

Millie gave me a kiss on the cheek and hugged me hard.  While she 
hugged me she groped my body with her hands.  I was most 
stimulated and shakened when she ran her hand up my crotch as she 
released her hold on me.  The boys sat there on the bed and giggled 
at the affair.

All that while, Gil, Sr. laid on the bed holding his large penis upright, 
like he was waiting for his rider to continue.  Gil, Jr. laid down next to 
his dad and put his arm around him in an embrace.

Millie said to me, and the others heard, that she would not mind 
having a white boy take her.  Except for blushing, I did not respond 
to her statement.  She turned back to the bed and got back on it.  
Carefully she straddled Gil, Jr., reached down and tugged at his 
undershorts until he lifted to allow her to pull them down.  He 
finished removing them and tossed them onto the floor.

I expected she was going to ride Gil, Jr. like she had done his father.  
She took hold of his eighteen year old muscle and rubbed it in her 
moist slit.  After a few times up and down her slit, she sat full down 
upon his crotch until she had taken in all he had.

After no more than a minute she got up and off the younger Gil.  I 
could see her his wet shaft and the head of it plop up against his 
belly.  She slipped down his body until she bent her head down to 
his wet rod.  Millie grabbed it up and put her mouth full on it until 
her lips touched the base at his pubic hair.  Slowly she drew back 
and up his hard muscle.

That little old lady called Wil over to her and asked him to drop his 
shorts.  When he had done as she asked, she bent down and raised 
her butt in the air.  Wil got up on the bed behind her and mounted 
her.  He pumped into her a few passes before she put her head down 
and engulfed Gil, Jr. again.

I was still somewhat dazed and planted next to the bed where my 
assailant left me.  Gil, Jr. reached his hand out for me.  As motionless 
as I was, he needed to pull me to him.  I was waking up when he told 
me to straddle him with my crotch over his face.

He and his dad guided me into place over his face until my penis slid 
down to his mouth and my testicles rested on the bridge of his nose.  
That way I was facing Millie sucking him and getting mounted by 
Wil.

I learned that those boys had a very active sex life along with their 
dad.  Dad Gil made sure that he was involved.  He used his hands and 
lips to generate sensations for the whole group.  He kissed and 
rubbed each one of us while I could see his member and attachments 
wiggle around as he moved.

It was not long for young Wil to spill his seed into Millie.  He groaned 
and moaned and shouted his climax to everyone before he slipped 
out of Millie's open slit, dripping wet.  There was some leaking of 
semen from behind her.

No sooner was Gil out of Millie's slit than Gil, Sr. got to her rear.  He 
pushed his monster log into her and made her mumble with Gil, Jr.'s 
shaft in her mouth.  The 'old man' held her tight and steady as he 
began to pump her.

I was alert to the sounds of slurping and slopping.  Gil, Jr.'s face was 
not visible to me but I could tell he was about ready to give up his 
man juice to Millie.  He stopped sucking me and moaned on my shaft.  
It felt good to feel the vibrations.  He humped a few times and then 
slumped down on the bed.

The older Gil kept his slow rhythm from behind Millie.  She slurped 
Gil, Jr.'s man juice from him.  Rather than stop her slurping, she 
continued and continued well after the tube in her mouth was 
empty.

Gil, Jr. continued to suck on my muscle.  I was excited but yet a bit 
dazed about the whole event.  I was lasting longer than usual and 
slowly began to lose control of my feelings.  My breathing got more 
rapid, my stomach muscles tensed and I knew it would not be long 
before I was spent.

The pressure was there.  I could not hold back anymore.  I said, "Oh, 
no!  I can't stop it."  

There was a mumbling vibration felt on my penis and off it went.  
Hot fluid could be felt in and around my sensitive penis head.  Then 
came the soft tongue rubbing its way around the head and into the 
oozing slit.

The thing I felt most other then the sensitive penis head was the 
very hot air hitting my testicles and spraying up at the base of my 
shaft.  As I wilted Gil, Jr. sucked me into his mouth.  I expected to be 
freed of his mouth, but he held onto me, like Millie was holding onto 
him.

In the meantime, Daddy Gil was slowly pumping Millie from behind 
and she was still sucking on Junior.  Wil was standing at the foot of 
the bed using his hands on his father's crotch.  He was handling a 
large pair of testicles as the butt holding them moved back and forth.

Suddenly, the senior Gil tightened up and I knew he was about to 
release some tension.  Will said, "Let me feel you shoot, Daddy."  The 
boy was holding his hand deep into his dad's crotch to feel the semen 
tubes fill and expel.

Daddy Gil closed his eyes, lifted his head high and gave out a loud 
and long groan.  His tight muscles loosened and it was over for him.  
Wil smiled and held his dad around his waist.

He stayed inside Millie for a few minutes more and very slowly 
moved in and out of her.  Millie released the object from her mouth 
and braced herself on her arms.  She said, "Daddy, wiggle it some 
more.  I am ready."  With that Gil, Sr. pumped faster and shorter.  
Millie heaved her chest and wiggled her butt back against her sex 
partner.

There were some explanations like 'Oh!' and 'My!' coming from the 
woman until I could see she was leaking much from her slit.  She 
rested down on her elbows for the moment while Gil, Sr. stayed in 
place.

Gil, Jr. let me go about that time and viewed the action from his 
position under her.  I carefully rolled off to the side and stood naked 
watching.  Wil was still holding his dad.

Millie slumped down on the bed as Daddy Gil slipped from her.  Wil 
released his dad and stood back as his dad got off the bed with a 
large limp and wet penis.

The 'old lady' was slumped down onto Gil, Jr. for a few seconds until 
she rolled to her side on the bed.  She kept rolling until she was flat 
on her back.  She sprawled out on the bed and began to relax her 
breathing.

Gil, Jr. was erect again and holding himself.  His father said that it 
was his turn to ride Millie.  (I panicked a bit thinking I might be 
asked to take a turn with her.)  Millie slid to the foot of the bed 
where she held her knees.  Her slit was very wet and open.  There 
was semen and other fluid leaking out of her.

The younger Gil raised up off the bed, went around to the foot and 
aimed his penis head toward her opening.  He rammed it into her 
with force and began a mighty pumping action in her slit.

Gil, Jr. did his best to ram himself into Millie until she yelled out, "Oh, 
my.  That is wonderful.  Give me more."

The boy pumped more and she yelled more.  Until he tensed up and 
sank deep into her for the last time.  There was a momentary pause 
before he slumped on top of her.  She embraced him and gave him a 
long deep kiss.

Wil picked up our undershorts and handed me mine.  I could sense 
that the party was over and I was really beat.  Gil, Sr. gave Wil a hug 
good night and Wil and I left the room.  (I was very relieved that I 
would not be there to be asked to take any part with the old 
secretary.)

When we got back to his room he said, "Didn't we tell you it would be 
okay?"

I said, "That was more than okay.  All that action has made me tired."

Wil said, "Hey you still want that snack?"

I begged off for sleep instead.  We both went to the bath room to 
clean up as Gil, Jr. entered the bed room sporting a limp penis and 
his underwear in hand.

He fell on his bed while we took turns on the toilet and cleaned up 
for bed.  When we finished we got our nude bodies into bed.  Junior 
went to the bath room, returned shortly, shut the light off and got 
into his bed nude.  Gil and I rubbed each other to sleep with no 
further conversation.
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DECEMBER 1954
AGE FOURTEEN
FAMILY HOLIDAY GATHERING
COUSIN RONNIE AND COUSIN STANLEY
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In December 1954, one of my cousins came early from out of state.  
His mother was sick in the hospital and cousin Stanley's dad hoped 
we would not mind if we would put him up for the school holiday 
vacation.  Stanley was a year older than me, making him fifteen that 
year.  He was put up in the room next to mine on the third floor.

I did not associate with him much.  I did not like his attitude.  He 
always had something to say about everything.  He was an expert at 
anything and a know-it-all.  I was not the only one who felt that 
way.  Most of the other family members would admit to the same.  
We felt bad for his parents and agreed to take him in for winter 
vacation.

It was a cold and windy day when the first of our guests arrived for 
the 1954 annual family Thanksgiving/Christmas holiday celebration.  
Cousin Ronnie always enjoyed coming over to visit and encouraged 
his folks to come early to drop him off.  His parents often brought a 
load of things for the feast and went back home until early the day 
of the feast, leaving cousin Ronnie with us.  

Cousin Stanley was not very favorable with cousin Ronnie.  When 
Ronnie found out Stanley was in his favorite private bed room, he 
created a scheme to get him and have fun doing it.  One thing Ronnie 
seemed to enjoy most was bed room activities.  I may not have been 
Ronnie's favorite cousin, but for a younger cousin, I got along with 
him very well.

Ronnie must have made up parts of his scheme as it went along.  I 
was not aware of any scheme or part I would play in the it until it 
was well on its way.  To me, older cousin Ronnie, knew a lot and was 
sure of himself, but he never needed to boast about himself or show 
off.  He did not appreciate cousin Stanley's 'better than thou' attitude 
and knowing everything there was to know.  

Some of the adults used alcohol in their drinks, but most did not 
prefer it.  The ones who did drink did it in moderation.  I never 
remember anyone getting intoxicated.  

Cousin Ronnie thought he could loosen up cousin Stanley a bit with 
some mixed drinks.  The scheme was to slip drinks to Stanley with a 
little alcohol in each one.  It took some of planning for Ronnie to be 
there each time Stanley wanted a drink and do it with no one 
noticing.  Each time Ronnie would slip a dose of alcohol into his drink.  
Fifteen year old Stanley probably never had alcohol in his life before 
that night.

I understood, that after the third drink, Ronnie knew it was time to 
get Stanley out of the crowd.  Being a nice guy, he invited Stanley 
upstairs to the bed room on the third floor to see some girlie 
magazines.  He got him up there before he got noticeably intoxicated, 
and no one really missed cousin Stanley.

Ronnie arranged to have more drink in the room for Stanley.  Stanley 
did not notice any difference in the drinks.  He continued to accept 
the drinks as they got stronger with alcohol.  

The scheme was to make Stanley sleepy and not get him sick.  Ronnie 
missed only by a little.  Stanley felt sick for a while.  That part of the 
plan had to be corrected.  

When Stanley got sick Ronnie helped him to the bathroom to relieve 
himself.  He was instructed to throw up if he could, so he would feel 
better.  I understand he vomited some and felt better.  Ronnie got 
him to eat something to settle his stomach and make him feel better 
as he gave him more drinks.  

Not long after that, Ronnie needed to share the experience with 
someone.  He left Stanley resting and looking at the magazines while 
he quickly located me to tell me I should come up stairs to see poor 
sick Stanley.  I was not to say anything to anyone.  On the way 
Ronnie suggested that Stanley might have had alcohol poisoning.  
When we got to the bed room Stanley was still enjoying the 
magazines.  He looked a little dazed and he spoke differently.  

Ronnie's scheme was beginning to work.  Stanley was getting drunk 
slowly but surely.  I thought I might enjoy seeing the show.  Ronnie 
indicated he was not sure what was going to happen next.  He said 
most of the fun was not knowing what to expect.  We both laughed 
and had a good time at Stanley's expense.  Stanley laughed along 
with us as he got drunk.

Stanley got tired and wanted to lay down.  Ronnie see that he got to 
the bathroom first.  Ronnie told me he thought we should keep him 
awake a little while longer for another short drink.  Stanley needed 
some help getting back to the room.  Ronnie offered him another 
drink for a good night and Stanley drank it.  We volunteered to help 
Stanley get ready for bed, but he insisted he was okay and could 
take care of himself.   As part of the scheme, we pretended to get 
undressed for bed.

Soon Stanley was partly undressed and falling asleep.  We waited 
about fifteen minutes before Ronnie put the next phase of his 
unplanned scheme into operation.  We removed his undershirt and 
moved him comfortably to the middle of the bed.  Then to my 
surprise Ronnie came up with the idea to tie his arms down.  I 
wondered about it, but went along for the fun.

After that, Ronnie said Stanley looked uncomfortable with his pants 
partly removed.  He asked me to help remove them and at the same 
time decided he would be more comfortable if we took everything 
off.  We took it all off.  There laid cousin Stanley tied to the bed and 
in his birthday suit.  I thought it was a great embarrassing joke on 
dear, know it all, Stanley.

Ronnie was not about to quite there.  He wanted to see if a drunk 
person could get an erection.  It seemed a little silly to me at first, 
but Ronnie was a fun guy and I did not want to miss the fun.  Ronnie 
began to rub from Stanley's belly, down to his genitals and between 
his legs.  Stanley moved about too much for Ronnie, so he tied down 
his legs.  Now Stanley looked like he was staked to an ant hill.

Ronnie went back to rubbing and stroking Stanley's genitals.  Sure 
enough, after awhile it looked like Stanley's penis was coming to life.  
I could not help feeling the excitement.  Ronnie suggested I do the 
rubbing up and down his body while he concentrated on Stanley's 
genitals.  

Ronnie knew he could get Stanley up if he sucked on him long 
enough.  How embarrassing that would have been if Stanley knew 
what was going on.  Stanley was so out of it by then that most 
anything would not wake him.  Ronnie sucked Stanley's partly erect 
five inches of penis until it came alive.  Stanley expanded to about 
six inches before Ronnie stopped sucking and let Stanley's semen go 
all over his genitals and pubic hair.  When Stanley let go he licked his 
lips and murmured and smiled loudly.

That was enough for Ronnie.  He untied Stanley and left him in the 
same position.  He said there was something else he needed to do.  He 
needed to come up with something to let Stanley know he was 
compromised and embarrassed.  

Ronnie excused himself for a few minutes and returned with lipstick 
to mark the letters 'HI' upside down on Stanley's chest so he could 
read them when he woke up.  Then after a little thought he painted 
the head of Stanley's penis with the bright red lipstick.  We left the 
room laughing, leaving the room light on.

That night Ronnie and I experienced our own adventure in my room 
by masturbating each other.  It seemed a bit of a let down after 
Stanley's adventure.  Before we went to sleep I opened my closet 
door to listen in next door.  I felt a little sad for cousin Stanley, but it 
was too late to change things.  

It was about three hours later when we were awoken by mad 
screaming next door.  I thought Stanley was going to come through 
the wall.  He slammed the door and went in the direction of the 
bathroom.  I think he realized how embarrassing he must have 
looked with the lipstick and semen on his body and parts.  He quietly 
came back to the room and that was the last we heard from him until 
morning.

Stanley could not prove who did the deed to him, but we were the 
last ones he saw before he went to sleep.  I think it must have been a 
humbling experience for him.  He toned down somewhat after that.  
Ronnie and I still chuckle about cousin Stanley and his lipstick dick.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
APRIL 1955
AGE FOURTEEN
RALPH'S SPRING BUSINESS TRIP
SPRING CAMP
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~14.2
In April 1955, my stepfather, Ralph had business near Neal and 
Gail's year round camp.  It was a good excuse to visit with old friends 
there.  I was sure the boys would be glad to see me again, since we 
had such good times together before.  Ralph called from town to let 
Neal and Gail know that we were coming and to meet us at the gate.  
It was a cool day when we arrived at the camp gate.  Neal met us 
with a happy face and a big hand shake for the both of us.  Except for 
a family dog, he was alone.	

In a few minutes we were sitting in the camp dining room enjoying 
good company and refreshments.  Gail was sure to find fresh fruits or 
vegetables and breads with fresh juice or milk.  Neal and Gail shared 
the newest events at their camp and Gail told me how excited the 
younger boys would be to see me.  And I was pleased to be there as 
well.

That was the second day of our trip from home and was the late 
morning, so the refreshments became our lunch.  Ralph and I 
followed Neal around the grounds as he did a few chores and showed 
us some improvements there.  I paid little attention, since I was 
thinking mostly of the boys arrival home from school.

There were some guests at the camp who were doing various 
activities.  Some rode horses while others were walking the trails or 
fishing either off the dock or from boats.

It seems as if it was a long wait for the boys to get home from school.  
We were resting in the dining lodge when I heard the dog bark in 
the background.  Gail smiled at me and said the boys had arrived 
from school.

I guessed that they did not notice another car so they were not 
aware that I was there.  Gail suggested that I might like to go out to 
meet them.  I was out of there like a shot out of a cannon.

The boys were on their way to their rooms to put away school things 
and change clothes for chores.  When I see Abe I hollered out, "Hey, 
Able!  Where you going?"

Abe turned and came running back to where I was walking toward 
him.  He was fifteen then and had grown considerably since we first 
met..  He was no longer a boy and neither was I.  We were happy to 
see each other and gave each other a quick boyish hug.  The 
youngest boys, Isaac and Jacob, then about twelve, ran over to say 
their hellos to me.  Ted, thirteen, was too far ahead to notice me, so 
he kept going toward his room.

The family dog was there to get his attention from whomever would 
give him any.  He was a yellowish gray collie mixed breed and very 
friendly.  It was no doubt he loved having the boys home.

Abe just needed to have me follow him to his room to see his newest 
collections of stuff.  The biggest collection, I recall, was comic books.  
In those days it was a big deal to have and share comics with other 
guys.  I usually brought a few along to entertain myself and bought 
some along the way.

I was shown a few new comics to view while Abe wasted no time 
getting out of his school duds and into works clothes.  I could not 
help noticing his bulging crotch from the corner of my eye.  I was 
sure that he had grown since we last met.

Soon we were out feeding ducks, chickens and native birds.  The 
other boys were doing other things like shaking hay for the horses.  
While we were near the horses, I spotted one whose dong was 
hanging down about a foot and a half.  That was my first experience 
to see a large animal in that condition.  I stood there sort of amazed 
for a few minutes.  Abe noticed my interest and told me that the 
male horses do that once in awhile.  He said they all got use to seeing 
it.

Once the chores were completed Abe was expected to do his school 
home work.  He said that it could wait, so we could talk or share 
comics before dinner.  As when I was there before, Abe went for a 
quick nude swim on our way to dinner.  There were others at the 
pool so I went on to the dining lodge alone.  There I sat, listened, 
watched and waited for Abe.

In about twenty minutes Abe came in and sat next to me.  He had 
assumed that I was going to stay with him for the night, but Ralph 
and I had planned to continue on to our Hotel for the night.  I told 
him I was sorry that I would not be able to stay over with him.

We ate and talked about school and friends from school.  We finished 
eating and it was still early.  Abe invited me to go out around the 
camp with him.  He said we could talk and maybe walk one of the 
camp trails.  It sounded much more interesting than sitting and 
waiting to leave.   I checked with Ralph and he told me when I 
needed to return for us to leave.

Outside the dining lodge at the foot of the steps their dusty haired 
dog rested, just waiting for some company.  Abe told him to stay but 
the dog stood there for only a minute at the most until we walked 
away some distance.  Then the dog was at our heels.  There was no 
need to send him back so the dog followed us out into one of the 
trails.

It was about ten minutes later that we stopped and rested on a fallen 
log off the side of the trail.  The dog was still with us.  It liked the 
break from the walk and enjoyed the attention that we gave it.  Abe 
and I sat, chatted and patted the dog for a few minutes before he 
(the dog) got frisky with my leg.  It was a bit annoying for me until I 
noticed the long red fleshy dong sticking our from under him.  I felt 
funny noticing him like that and having my leg humped.

The dog had a pair of low hanging knockers, as we called them back 
then, that swayed back and forth as he made love to my leg.  I made 
some comment to Abe how friendly he was and Abe said, "Heck no.  
He's just horny."

I asked what I should do about it and he informed me that the best 
thing to do to get him to stop was to get him off.  At first I thought 
he meant to just get him off my leg.  But he said he could jack the 
dog off and then he would leave me alone.  I thought Abe was joking 
with me before he got behind the dog.  And the large family dog 
stood up on his hind legs, snout quivering.   The shiny red cock-knob 
came squeezing out from the hairy sheath.  The fat prick began to 
throb.  His cock was like a heated crowbar.  His balls expanded.  

Abe reached under the dog and took his hanging testicles in one 
hand and his dong in the other.  It seemed a shame to waste that 
lovely hard-on, I was thinking.  Abe said he had not jerked the dog 
off in months, and he hated to see the dog suffer with a load of cum 
that could have just as well been spilled for him.  There soon became 
a reason for his madness.

He began running his closed fist up and down on the dog's dong.  He 
tried, at first, to act disinterested, as if he were simply performing a 
necessary task, without taking any pleasure in it.  But it was hard to 
conceal his excitement when he felt that huge slab of dog dong meat 
pulsate in his hand.   Nor could I hide my own fascination, as I 
watched Abe's fist skim up and down and saw the dog's cock head 
begin to flare out and the cleft begin to bubble with cum.  I almost 
wished that I was jacking off the dog.  

I expect it felt exciting for Abe.  And the dog didn't mind.  Humans 
were lucky to have hands with opposing thumbs.  If he'd had a 
thumb, he might have jacked himself off daily.  It may have seemed 
a bit perverse to the dog, to get a hand-job from a member of 
another species, very pleasantly perverse.

"This won't take long," Abe whispered.    He was no longer 
attempting to conceal his pleasure.    I leaned forward on the log, 
gazing at the dog's dong in open wonderment.  My thighs had parted 
and my visible crotch equipment was sweating under my shorts. 

Abe glanced sideways, smiling dreamily.  I realized that Abe was 
looking at my exposed crotch.  But I couldn't close my legs with the 
dog hanging onto my leg and his nose between my legs.  Besides, I 
was getting far too hot.  It felt nice to have another guy staring at my 
private parts that way and, anyhow, I didn't think I had to be 
embarrassed - not with a guy who jerked off dogs.   What other 
naughty things did Abe do?

Then the dog began to tremble violently.  "He's going to shoot!" Abe 
rasped.   

"Oooooh," I purred eagerly.  

Suddenly the dog's haunches bucked and a huge jet of quicksilvery 
jism hosed from the head of his dong.  Cum flew out between his 
front legs and skimmed up the inside my thigh and splashed right 
into my crotch.  I wailed with the thrill.   It was the first time he had 
ever had hot dog cum up my crotch.   Abe kept pumping away and 
the dog kept shooting out jets of jism, and the dog-cum kept 
splashing up my crotch. Then I had thrown my legs wide apart, 
welcoming that hot hosing.

A last trickle of cum dripped out.  The dog's testies were emptied.  
Abe took a napkin and carefully mopped the head of the dog's dong.  
He looked at me.   

"Oh, I'm so sorry - I aimed it at you, I'm afraid." 

"It-it's all right," I whispered.    

"Let me clean you up," said Abe as he smiled up at me. 

The dog has gone off to lick himself and Abe moved over to me, on 
his knees.  I leaned back, my legs wide apart, the dog-jizz foaming in 
my crotch.  Abe began to wipe the sticky, slippery stuff up with the 
napkin.  His hands moved onto my crotch.  I sighed.  Abe seemed to 
be polishing my firm knob more than necessary.  

I looked down and saw that all the dog-cum had already been 
mopped up, but that Abe's hands were still moving on my crotch.  
The napkin dropped out of Abe's grip.  He didn't seem to notice.  His 
hands massaged and kneaded my crotch contents.   Abe looked up 
through lowered lashes.  By then, we were both too very hot to do 
anything to stop any further activity.  

Abe stood up and motioned me to follow him.  He directed me off 
into the woods a distance from the trail to where we would not be 
seen or heard by any passers by.  I stopped as Abe turned and 
dropped his trousers to the ground.  That was enough of a hint for 
me.  My shorts and undies were down before Abe had his down 
completely.

We stood there and beat off each other.  First, he I shot my load into 
the leaves and under growth.  Then I beat Abe to a finish.  It was a 
very nice feeling to have someone else's hand on my shaft for a 
change.  That strange hand made it worth the afternoon walk in the 
woods.

There was just enough time to walk quickly back to the dining lodge 
to meet Ralph.  He was saying his good bye as I entered the building.  
Off I went regretfully with Ralph.  I would much rather have stayed 
for the night and sleep in the nude with Abe and I embracing each 
other.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
SUMMER 1955
AGE FOURTEEN
PAUL AND MATT SWIM
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~14.3
Often in the summer of 1955, Paul, a boyhood neighbor and I would 
swim nude in the sun warmed waters  of the old gravel bank near 
our home.  On one occasion Paul invited his visiting cousin, eight year 
old Matt, to swim with us.  When we left our favorite swimming spot, 
Paul told Matt, "We did not bring swimming gear so we will be 
swimming nude."  Seeing us swim nude seemed okay to Matt.  Paul 
told Matt, "You have to swim nude with us."  

He gave it a little thought before saying, "Why not.  I don't mind."

When we got to our swim spot we all disrobed, placed our clothing on 
the gravel shore and walked into the warm water.  Matt was a tough 
little guy with bulging testicles, a small, short, stubby, cut penis and 
no body or pubic hair.  He had a short, solid  build with no fat.  He 
did not hesitate being nude or getting into the water with us.  

We all played in the water without Paul or I doing our usual fondling 
of each other.  After some time Paul expressed his desire to get out 
of the water for a rest.  He laid down face up on a old blanket and 
watched me swim and Matt play in the water.  

Paul asked Matt, "Hey, Matt, do you think anyone would hear you if 
you screamed as loud as you could?"

Matt replied, "I don't think so.  Why you ask?."  

Paul asked him, "Try screaming as loud as you can and see how it 
sounds out here."  

Matt screamed and Paul said, "Come on, open you mouth wide.  You 
do it louder than that."   Matt screamed again louder and longer.  
Paul said, "Very good Matt," and asked him, "Come over here, next to 
me."

When Matt got out of the water and went near to the blanket where 
Paul was laying.  Paul mentioned, "You did well screaming," and 
explained, "It took a big mouth to get all that sound out of you."  Matt 
understood.  Paul asked, "How big do you think your mouth is?  
Could you fill it with a dozen marbles or grapes?"  

Matt said, "I think so, easy."  

Paul asked, "Could you fit a whole banana into your mouth?"  

Matt again agreed, "I think I could fit most of a banana in my 
mouth."

The next question Paul asked was very bold.  

He asked, "Do you think my pee pee would fit in that mouth of 
yours?"  

Matt did not know what to say at Paul's bold question.  He stood 
there rather dumfounded until he asked, "Why you ask?"  

Paul backed off some and said, "I just wondered if it would, that's 
all."  And then asked, "Do you think I can put your pee pee in my 
mouth?"  

Matt said, "I guess so.  Why?  You want to do it?"  

Paul boldly took advantage of Matt's answer and asked him to, 
"Stand over my head and sit down over my mouth and we will see."  

Matt seemed a little bewildered at first, but giggled and said, "Okay, 
lets see."  

That was all Paul needed.  He had Matt under his spell.  He knew 
Matt would like it and want to continue.  Paul mentioned, "Matt, you 
best not say anything to anyone, because this is too crazy to believe 
and everyone will make fun of you."  

Matt agreed as he sat down with his penis above Paul's open mouth.  
Matt said, "It tickles", when Paul licked his testicles before sucking in 
his penis.

Paul suckled  the head of Matt's penis a few minutes before he 
opened his mouth and took in Matt's whole shaft and testicles too.  
At that point, Matt did not seem to mind being sucked.  Paul stopped 
long enough to ask Matt, "Does that feel good?"  

Matt said, "Yes.  It sure does."  Paul continued to suck him.  A few 
minutes later Matt pulled out of Paul's mouth and said, "It tickles an 
awful lot."  

Paul asked, "Are you okay?"  

Matt replied with a smile, "Okay."

Paul took the challenge to ask Matt, "Would you do the same for 
me?"  

Matt said, "I think I can.  I'll try it anyway."  Paul motioned for Matt 
to lay down in his place.  Matt laid down, Paul stood over him, 
rubbed his genitals and slowly lowered his hard penis toward Matt's 
face.  Matt just laid there looking up at Paul's fuzzy testicles and 
throbbing penis.  

Paul sat down and draped his testicles on Matt's mouth.  Matt sucked 
one into his mouth and Paul rolled his eyes around in delight.  Matt 
opened his mouth wider and sucked on both of Paul's testicles one at 
a time.  Paul asked Matt, "Blink your eyes, if you have room enough 
to move your tongue around."  Matt blinked several times indicating 
he could move his tongue around in his mouth while containing 
Paul's testicles.  Paul asked Matt, "Rub your tongue around my testies 
and keep going until I tell you to stop."

I could see Matt's tongue was moving around inside his mouth and 
sometimes slipped around the outside of his lips while sucking Paul's 
testicles in his mouth.  It was so exciting for me, I wanted to 
masturbate there and then.  

I thought best to control myself to see what Paul would be up to 
next.  As Matt sucked, Paul pumped his hard, throbbing penis gently 
so not to interrupt Matt.  It was not long before Paul shot forth his 
semen as Matt laid there looking up in amazement.  Paul's penis 
extended over Matt's forehead allowing most of his semen to spurt 
beyond his head.  Some of it landed on Matt's forehead and hair.  

Paul said faintly, "Okay," as he got up and stroked himself some more 
before he went back into the water.  He invited Matt into the water 
so he could clean him off.  

While they cleaned up, I started to jack myself until Paul insisted I 
wait for Matt to help me.  Paul whispered in Matt's ear and next I 
knew the boy was on his knees in front of me.  I was not about to 
refuse whatever he was asked to do to help me.  

Matt grabbed my six inches or so of hard sex muscle and aimed it at 
his mouth.  He leaned his head into my crotch and suckled my penis 
head much like he had done for Paul.  The kid was not trained much 
to provide tongue action, but his hot wet mouth was about all I 
needed to set me off.  

Paul came out of the water and told Matt to hold on and not stop no 
matter what happened.  And it was not much longer before it 
happened.  I tried to hold back to enjoy the boy's ministrations, but 
my young teen body would not hold off long.  My load erupted up 
through the tube and out of the pee hole before I could give much of 
a warning.  

Again Paul was telling Matt to hold on and keep me in his mouth 
while I involuntarily humped and spasmed with my climax.  In 
seconds it was over and my sensitive member needed to be free of 
the attached mouth.  But there was no letting up from this kid's 
sucking and swallowing.  I thought for awhile I was going to choke 
him, but he keep holding on as he was ordered by his older cousin.

It was good that there was no tongue active, because it would have 
driven me crazy with the sensitiveness I usually had after 
ejaculation.  I could only stand there and catch my breath until Paul 
told him it was enough.

I popped out of that hot mouth and immediately felt the cool air.  
Before the boy got to his feet I held onto his shoulders for support.  
With my semen load went much of my energy.  I turned him around 
and walked with him to the water until I was able to function on my 
own.

Laying in the water for a few minutes revived me some.  

Paul returned to the water with Matt and I.  I floated about while 
Paul continued what he has started the whole affair with.  He sucked 
on his younger cousin until the kid spasmed his dry climax and 
moaned loudly.

We soon all got out of the water, dried off, dressed and walked home.  

Matt asked, "Can I come back again?" indicating he must have 
enjoyed the experience with Paul and me.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
SUMMER 1955
AGE FOURTEEN
PAUL PLUGGED ME
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~14.4
In the late summer of 1955, Paul, my neighborhood swimming hole 
companion, invited me over to his home to visit one afternoon while 
his parents were both away for the day.  I had only been to his home 
a few times over the years that we had known each other.  Most of 
the times we met either at my home or at the semi-private 
swimming hole where we swam nude and played around with each 
other.

Over those years since I was about eight, Paul and I have been 
swimming and fooling around.  I had learned and enjoyed much with 
my neighbor, but had never really gotten into much more than 
masturbation or sucking together.  As we all know, things change as 
we grow older and it seemed like time for more sexual activity.

When I arrived at Paul's home, it was just after lunch.  He 
immediately invited me to his bedroom.  It was only once before that 
I recall seeing Paul's room, so it was still new and exciting for me.  

Since we had been nude together for years, it did not surprise me 
much when he asked me to get rid of the rags, as he referred to my 
clothes.  After getting down to our bare skin we laid together on the 
bed and fondled each other until we were both as hot at teenage 
boys could get.

Back then I was of light skin and dark blonde, having sparse, much 
lighter pubic hair (fuzz) as well.  My body was of average size, as you 
could see from pictures of me at the age of fifteen.

Paul, at eighteen, was a bit bigger and heavier than me.  He was what 
we called dirty blonde as was I.  His pubic bush was much more 
visible than mine was.

Often times in the last year or so, Paul would put fingers into my 
butt hole when he jacked me or sucked me off.  I kind of got use to 
or expected fingers in my butt hole when we had our times together.

So when he played with my butt hole that day it was not at all 
unusual for me.  And as before he fondled my testicles and penis 
head while pocking fingers into my butt hole.  Once he was up to 
three fingers he as if I would like to try having him inside me.  I told 
him I would not mind him doing it to me, but he said it might be 
better if I did it to him first.

I was not at all sure about putting my penis up someone's dirty butt 
hole so I hesitated.  Paul said it would be okay if I did not want to 
this time.  So I was off the hook for then at least.

Paul rolled over onto he back and held his hard leaking member 
straight up from his crotch.  He lubed the head with the precum and  
invited me to sit down on top of it.  I did enjoy his playing with my 
hole and thought that it would not be much different so I did as he 
asked and moved to locate my butt hole over him as he guided me 
into the docking position.  In the meanwhile, Paul had wet his stiff 
muscle with his spit.  

I was moving really slow, too slow for Paul.  He pulled at me and 
nearly lost my balance, but held me from falling over.  When he 
steadied he had me in contact with his penis head.  It was pressed up 
into my butt crack and forced part way into my hole.  He told me to 
relax and pretend I was pushing out for a crap.  I did that and next 
thing I knew he was wedged into me past my opening muscles so the 
his penis head was completely inside me.  It started to pain like I 
was being ripped.  I groaned in pain and Paul held me in place.

He told me to lift up and I gladly got up.  Before I got away from him 
he held me about six inches above where I sat down on him.  I was 
told to bend forward where I was so that he could make me 'feel 
better.'

The finger that entered my hot sore hole felt welcome yet unwanted.  
It was strangely cool and slippery.  Paul had put some kind of lotion 
on his finger and was press it into me.  In less than a minute, I did 
feel much better.  The burning pain had lessened to almost nil and I 
was relaxing more.

Then Paul had me resume the original position over his hard sex 
muscle.  I move cautiously until I felt my body being guided into 
docking again.  Again I expected that burning painful feeling.  The 
sensations were still the same except different too.  

For some reason I felt the penis head past the same as it had been 
and was not feeling much pain or burning for that matter.  It was 
rather uncomfortable, but Paul told me to do the grunting thing to 
push outward slightly and relax like I was having an easy crap.

We stopped the action for only seconds and Paul asked if it was 
much better and I moaned something like it was better.  With that 
he pulled me down more and more the pressure got greater and I 
was not able to relax like I wanted to but still he kept going into me 
like he was getting hotter inside me.  

The feelings were getting stranger as I was getting filled with about 
five inches of Paul up inside me.  All of a sudden I slipped and down 
I went.  I gasped for air as I was pressed deep onto the full seven 
inches of man meat.  Still panting for air, we stayed still for more 
than a minute, before Paul asked how I was doing.  

I smiled sickly down at him and said that I was 'Okay'.  I believe that 
in my state of mind, I did not really know how I was feeling.  The 
sensation of being filled and the pressure against my prostate were 
such conflicting feelings.

After a few minutes of being completely docked onto Paul, he asked 
me to move up a bit.  In doing so, I over did it and lost my butt plug.  
For that moment I felt so empty.  

Paul guided me back into our docking position.  I felt no pain as he 
re-entered me.  The sensation was so different from anything that I 
had previously experienced.  I slid my anal canal over the fullness 
until my butt cheeks was touching the soft pubic hair.

Again Paul asked me to move up and this time slower and not all the 
way.  When I again, lowered myself onto that tube of hard flesh, I 
felt more awesome sensations within my body concentrated in or 
around my prostrate gland.

We began a motion together.  Paul would hump up as I would sit 
down and I would get up as he would rest.  The agitation to my 
prostate was beginning to drive me wild.  The feelings with emotions 
were going up and up.  I had never felt such emotion or sensation in 
my born days and to put them both together was putting me over 
the edge.

My moaning and carrying on was indication that I was truly getting 
off on this new pleasure and Paul moved himself into a position to 
take full advantage of my excited condition.  He held onto me to 
prevent me from falling off from his sex stem and in the same he 
bent down, somehow to where he could reach the head of my penis 
with his mouth.  

Any one of those sensations was enough for my teenage body, but to 
put the prostrate rubbing and the sucking of Paul's mouth over my 
sex organ  was more that I could take.  Paul must have known to 
time each climax together.  

When I was at the point of no return and my juices were about flow 
up to my pee slit, I sensed a warmness deep in my rectum.  Paul 
humped up and held me to him as I felt the warm semen eject from 
him.  Like the example he was setting, I unloaded all my teen juice 
into his sucking mouth.  I had never spent so much fluid in my life as 
I did then.  

All the sensations were beyond my control.  I spasmed for what 
seemed a long while.  The high of getting sucked and pumped at the 
same time was something that I could not resist doing again and 
again.  

I literally slumped over on top of Paul while he still held my 
weakening penis in his mouth.  He had known over the many times 
he had sucked me or I had sucked him that if we did no more than 
hold onto each other after ejaculation, it would be possible to get all 
the last drops of semen without inflicting pain upon our over 
sensitive penis heads.

Once we came down from our climax highs, I sat up a bit so that Paul 
could lay down flat on his bed.  He drew me to him and we hugged 
each other for many minutes and drifted off into a shared dreamy 
sleep.  

Soon I was getting to be a pain on Paul.  He wiggled me until I was 
awake.  

Paul whispered that he was getting thirsty and asked if I wanted to 
get a drink too.  And yes I did.  My mouth was a bit dry also.

We slipped on undershorts only and went down to the kitchen to get 
a cold drink from the fridge.  They hit the dry spot.

Paul had known where to get various publications in those days that 
contained pictures of women and guys and some with guys with 
guys.  He suggested that we take our cold sodas up to his room and 
look at some of his latest magazines.

It was not terribly long that we were both hardened UP again.  Off 
came the undershorts as were fondled ourselves and each other 
while seeing the many pictures.

Then Paul said it was his turn for me to penetrate him and I was UP 
to doing it.  Instead of him sitting on me, he wanted me to ream him 
from behind.  With his slick fingers from the jar of lotion he smeared 
my sex tube and put some extra up his own butt hole.

He bent over the bed after placing his pillows at the edge.  Then he 
had me aim my probing muscle in the close direction of his anus 
entry.  He grabbed my shaft rather uncomfortably, at first while 
guiding it into his puckered hairy hole.  

The head was in place.  Paul could feel the heat of me and told me to 
press into him and not stop until I hit bottom.  Boy, was that a great 
feel.  His butt hole wrapped around my penis head like it was a 
warm glove.  It seemed to be sucking me into a hot tunnel.  

When I had reach to full extent of my six inches or so inside the hot 
moist canal, Paul told me to ream him hard and fast.  I took him at 
his word and back off just enough to start a motion that keep me 
pumping my sex meat deep into him.  Each time I hit bottom just 
right, he would moan with ecstasy.

Just as I was getting into the swing of things, Paul halted me and had 
me pull out of him.  I was not sure of what was happening, until he 
turned over motioned me forward, lifted his legs over my shoulders 
and told me to nail him with all I had.

And that was exactly what I did.  I humped and pumped until I was 
about to burst.  Without warning and without the aid of his hands, 
Paul shot his load for the second time that afternoon.  It was 
awesome to see this guy do this thing without touching himself.  He 
told me to keep going until I had finished unloading.

Soon enough, with great stimulation, I shot off inside my neighbor.  
As soon as the head got sensitive I pulled out.

From there we took a hot shower together.  Then I dressed and 
walked back home.  

Thanks Paul, wherever you may be!!
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Submitted by Chucketal, Keene, NH 03431   © Copyright 2001 .  All 
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