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 With my new distraction, I didn't feel it was worth confronting Jean about
her intrigue.  I was more than happy with things the way they were.  I was
tapping the hottest little girl in the world and wouldn't have had the
energy to replace the sex she was getting from Phil.  I occasionally
entertained Mary but didn't feel that she was slighted in the least since
she was getting it from two different guys and I am sure from Jean once and
awhile too.  As far as I could tell, Katie is getting it only from me.  I
may have an exclusive on this one for a few more years if I'm lucky; I'm
sure that she will eventually want a stiff one from a young guy sooner or
later and I can already see those guys sniffing around her.  What is really
cool is to watch her with these young bucks knowing that she is already
doing it and they are still trying to figure out just what it is.  She
looks so smug that it is cute.  I remember girls acting like that when I
was young.  I thought they were stuck-up but now I know something was
actually being stuck up them and probably by their fathers.  I remember one
sexy girl, a little bit older than Katie at about 15, who acted just like
her.  She wouldn't give me the time of day but she liked to show herself
off to all of us guys by spreading her legs and unfastening an extra button
on her blouse to give us a good look at her tits.  We always got a free
show of her thighs, panties, and tits.  I can remember seeing a couple of
hickeys on the inside of her thigh up near her crotch and beating off
thinking about it that night in the bathroom.  When her dad was around, she
did the exact same kind of things to her dad as Katie does to me.  She had
that dreamy-eye look on her face every time she was with him.  She hung on
his arm and squeezed it along the front of her body and sometimes clamping
his hand between her legs when they were sitting down.  I thought she was
just very close with him but now I know better.  He was fucking her. 
Looking back, he seemed ancient to us and was not particularly good looking
so I wonder why she would have been attracted to him.  I wonder if Katie's
friends are or will in the future think that about me.
   I finally did get into Katie's ass.  In fact, it was that first week on
the night before her parents came home.  We do it that way a lot now
because neither of us likes condoms and we started getting worried after we
had a pregnancy scare when she missed the next monthly cycle after our
first fuck.  I thought I was going to have to leave the country.  How could
I ever explain getting a child pregnant?  Fortunately, she got her period
about two weeks late and ended our panic.  Amazingly, that didn't stop us
from fucking.  We did it every chance we got.  We were doing it in my car
and just about everywhere in each of our houses.  We sometimes did it with
the others in adjoining rooms.  Once we did it in the pool with Jean
sunbathing near us on the deck.  I just got behind her, she leaning on her
elbows on the side of the pool and I slid the crotch of her swimsuit aside
and shoved my cock into her cunt.  I fucked her extremely slowly so as not
to draw attention to us.  This slow screw proved to be too much for Katie
causing to burst into violent but silent convulsions but she couldn't keep
her orgasm quiet for long and broke into a shrill scream.  I had to launch
her up and over my shoulder, in the middle of her scream, back into the
pool where she hit the water with a tremendous splash while I spilled most
of my seed into the crystal clear chlorinated water.  The scream got Jean's
immediate attention and she sat up to see what all of the commotion was. 
Looking back over my shoulder, the last thing I saw of Katie before she
submerged was her exposed cunt with a large dollop of my cum leaking out of
it and I wandered if Jean was quick enough to catch the same view. 
Apparently not since all she said was, "Stop it Gary, she's too old for you
to be horsing around with like that."
   The excitement of nearly getting caught sent a surge of blood to my cock
and caused it to stick straight out from the leg opening of my rather tight
bathing suit which I had used to access Katie's hot cunt a few minutes
before.  Now, I was so hard, I could not get it back into my trunks and,
with Jean looking at me; I didn't want to be obviously fidgeting with it.
So, I rested my forearms on the edge of the pool and crushed my dick
against the smooth gunnite wall trying to knock out the stiffness but to no
avail.  The wall was very slippery and had the opposite effect I was hoping
for.  Instinctively, I pushed against it several times and realized from
Jean's quizzical expression, she thought I was humping the side of the
pool. She disapprovingly said, "What the hell are you doing?"
   Embarrassed, I said, "Nothing!  Why?"
   Seeing that Katie was swimming under water and wouldn't be able to hear
her, she scolded in a low but snarling voice, "Is that the pool filter
you're fucking?"
   "No!  Why are you asking that?" I shouted.
   About that time, Katie swam up beside me and immediately noticed my
problem.  She put one hand on the edge of the pool, and reached over with
the other and grabbed my stiff cock.  I jumped at the unexpected invasion.
I was afraid that my reaction made it kind of obvious to Jean that
something was going on.  Just then, Katie's hand slipped off the pool deck
and she went under with a splash and came back up after a few seconds to
grab the edge this time with both hands.  I was hoping that Jean missed
what really happened thinking she was just trying to gain her balance and
must had surprised me with an innocent grab or contact somewhere sensitive
but not necessarily sexual.
   Jean did appear to be losing patience with me and stared at us both with
what I thought was a look of suspicion.  She demanded, "Get up here and put
some lotion on my back."
   There was no way I was going to get up in front of both girls with one
of the hardest erections I had ever had sticking brazenly outside of my
trunks for all to see.
   I was tongue-tied but fortunately for me, Katie realizing my dilemma,
pulled herself up and out of the pool and said to Jean, "Here, I'll do it.
He can't..." looking over her shoulder with an evil smile, "get out of the
pool without a ladder," she continued after an uncomfortable pause.
   The summer continued like this, we both got a thrill playing on the
razor's edge in the game of chance.  The largest risk we were taking was
pregnancy.  Neither of us used birth control but continued to have sex
almost on a daily basis and when she got me really worked up, several times
in one day.  She wanted it any way she could get it.
   We frequently indulged in anal sex, especially when we thought she might
be in the fertile period of her cycle.  We also enjoyed a lot of oral sex
but that was often followed up with a thorough drubbing of her cunt with a
throbbing fuck.  She loved to swallow my cum, believing that it would make
her breasts grow.  I did nothing to dispel that belief and being the chief
beneficiary, encouraged it.  That was a win-win for me.  Amazingly, she may
have been right because, her breasts were growing rapidly that summer and
dark hair started to sprout around her gorgeous cunt.
   I was happier than a pig in slop with my little three girl harem.  I was
getting it whenever I wanted it and even when I didn't want it since even
when I was tired, I sometimes had to hold up my end of the bargain when one
of them got particularly horny.  I was getting a bit tired and scheduled
some time to work on my cabin up at the lake as a get away.  I couldn't
very well invite Katie to spend a couple of weeks with me alone and she
wouldn't be able to help me with the heavy work I needed to get done.  So,
I asked Gat for help.  He had always helped me up at the cabin and we spent
at least some time together up there every summer since he was just a
little boy.  I didn't think he would like to take time away from his
buddies to be in a place with no one around for miles but me.  The cabin
was in a very secluded location on a small lake in the middle of what now
is a federally owned reservation.  The land was purchased or better said,
stolen by the federal government from the owners during WW2 and our 12 acre
plot was the last to be settled when the war ended and the government
halted the acquisition.  There we were with a beautiful tract of land that
we could not access for 60 years.  I sued the government and in a
settlement, they granted us access to the property and actually carved out
and paved a three mile road so we could get to it.  That should give a
picture of its remoteness and why a 14 year old boy might be reluctant to
be trapped there for a couple of weeks.
   Surprisingly, Gat jumped at the chance to go.  He seemed pretty excited
about it to.  It turned out that most of his friends were going away on
their vacations and he had nothing to do anyway.  I told him that he could
bring a friend if the kid agreed to help us but no one could go.  Jean,
Mary and Phil all had work obligations and couldn't join us which left
Katie on her own all day long.  The night before Gat and I left, Katie and
I made up a big lie for an excuse to be together and ended up screwing in
the back of my car for over three hours at the railroad station parking
lot. It was just like when I was 16 screwing a young girl in the back of my
father's car.
   The first day up at the cabin was spent moving in all of the materials
for the job and picking up new appliances in Orresberg 15 miles to the
south.  By the end of the day, Gat and I were exhausted and collapsed on
some old recliners in the middle of all of the crates and boxes we move in
there all day long.  As we always did, we were going to share a double bed
in the only bedroom that wasn't full of boxes.  I said to Gat, "You stink.
You're going to have to get a shower if you think you are going to sleep in
that bed with me."
   He laughed and said, "You're going to have to carry me in there.  I
can't move."
   "Sorry, kid, but your on your own with that." I said while getting up.
"Come on, let's go," and tapped him on the head with a rolled up magazine.
He groaned and complained but got out of the chair and followed me to the
bedroom where we both slipped out of our clothes and grabbing towels,
headed for the shower which was outside right off of the side porch.  The
first job we planned for this week was to connect the plumbing to the two
new bathrooms we built last season; one for the new master bedroom and the
other for general use.  The new addition will have four bedrooms each with
its own bath once it is finished but with this trip, we will only work on
two of them; the master with bath for Jean and the second master for Phil
and Mary.  Their bath will be done later when Phil can get up hear.  The
other bath we will work on is in the main part of the cabin available to
service the two bedrooms in the original section of the cabin.  Fitting out
that one will be a bit more trouble because that section has only a
crawl-space under it but the much larger new section has a full basement
under it with direct access to the outside.
   There we were, two naked guys walking in the moonlight heading for the
shower.  Gat was in front of me by a few paces and I could smell his strong
body odor as it wafted by.  I said, "You really stink.  Haven't you heard
of deodorant?"
   Embarrassed, he just laughed and said, "That's because you worked me too
hard.  My deodorant failed." I doubted that he even used any and said,
"Hurry up and get in there.  Wash your pits first so I don't have to smell
you."
   Gat flipped on the light in the shower that was open to the sky
immediately attracting every flying insect within a hundred yards.  The
light revealed just how mature his body had gotten since the last time we
showered together the year earlier.  His penis swung between his legs as he
moved about.  His upper body was surprisingly well developed.  Neither of
these two features was apparent last year.  He is developing a body just
like his father's.  I was pleased to see that his developing penis was
clearly circumcised unlike his dad's.  His skin was heavily tanned
everywhere but where the small Speedo he wore in the pool covered his
bottom.  As much as I was enjoying the view, I switched off the light
leaving us in temporary darkness until our eyes adjusted to the moonlight.
Surprised, Gat yelped, "Why did you do that?"
   I said, "The light is attracting too many insects and they will eat us
alive before we can get the stink off of you."
   He just laughed but I could sense that he was getting irritated by my
jibes.  He turned the water on and we had to endure the freezing water
until the hot water reached us.  I was glad the light was off because in
the cold, my penis retracted to the point where it looked like it went
inside me in response.  We both squawked out in shock at the changing
temperature of the water and I had to chuckle hearing his voice crackling
between soprano and baritone in a single squeal.  He was a couple of years
older than his sister but not quite as sexually mature.  Where his sister
was built proportionally like an adult woman, he was not a proportional
adult male.  He was as tall as a man at about 5'9 or 10 but he was ungainly
and awkward in his appearance.  He didn't have the body mass through his
trunk or his legs, although covered in dark hair, were still a bit spindly.
He was, however, just as handsome as a male as Katie was beautiful as a
female.  He had large deep-set light blue feminine eyes with long dark
lashes.  His eyes were actually beautiful.  They were deep-set and capped
by thick well shaped black brows making his features un-mistakenly male. 
These eyes were on a chiseled face with a strong jaw-line with high
cheekbones.  He had a dimple in one cheek and the makings of a cleft
forming in his chin.  Only time will tell how this will come out as h
matures but at this point, he was prettier than any male model I ever saw.
   We had to muscle each other to get under the warm water of the single
showerhead to escape the chill of the evening on our wet bodies.  This made
for some interesting maneuvers and body presses but he really couldn't move
my muscular mass even giving him two inches in height.  I did let him think
he could so that he wouldn't get too frustrated but I have to admit that I
did like the feel of his wet body slipping against mine.  Every time I felt
a purge, I let him push me out into the cold until it went away and then I
would just press my full body against his and move him out of the warm
spray.  We finally came to peace terms so that we could actually wash
ourselves and get out of there but after he thought he was finished, I
grabbed him by the arm and scrubbed his arm pits briskly and telling him
that he still smelled.  Of course, he didn't but that's the kind of things
older guys do to younger ones.  It is their initiation into manhood; 24/7
harassment.
   We dried off while running back into the cabin and found it just as
chilly inside.  I said, "We won't have any heat for a couple of days so we
better jump in bed and get under the covers.  He sprung down the short
hallway and dove through the air onto the bed, leaving me to turn out all
of the lights.  When I got to the bed, I could see his wet hair resting on
the pillow and went and got us a couple of dry towels to lay over the
pillows to keep them dry.  I slipped in next to him and could easily feel
the heat coming from his side of the bed compared to the icy cold sheet
laying on me.  I slid over and moved him just like I did in the shower in
an attempt to get warm.  At one point, he was pushing on my back with his
foot trying to dump me on the floor.  I did a reversal by rolling back over
his leg and pinning him to the bed.  Laying on top him like that I could
feel that his penis was thickening under the pressure of my thigh.  Mine
was getting there too being trapped between us against his abdomen.  I held
him like that long enough to feel him get to a full hard-on.  I was about
halfway there myself but rolled off of him before achieving it.  Neither of
us said anything about it but I know that I was getting pretty horny.
   Warm from our battle, we settled in for a good night's sleep.  I was so
exhausted that I went out almost immediately but was soon stirred from my
sleep by Gat's tossing and turning.  I lay there listening to him and
feeling his ass bump into me as he moved around.  I realized that he was
struggling with his boner.  It was demanding his attention but I'm sure he
didn't want to take care of it with me there in bed next to him.  I thought
about what he would be doing if he were in his own bed and my own boner
popped back.  There we were, two guys needing to jerk off but each afraid
to be the first to go at it.  I just rolled on my side facing away from him
pretending to sleep and let him deal with his problem.  I could tell that
he was occasionally stroking it but was resisting taking it to completion
probably not knowing what to do with the evidence with me laying there.  I
didn't tough mine since I knew just what would happen.  I just lay there
until I fell asleep.
   I awoke again during the night to find the two of us lying ass to ass.
He seemed to be sleeping soundly so I rocked my hips a little to see what
it felt like.  The sensation was quite enjoyable and even in sleep he
seemed to agree because he returned the ass play.  I wondered if he had
jerked off while I was sleeping and what he may have done with the cum.  I
fell back to sleep with our asses still connected.
   I awoke early the next morning and as I got out of bed, I noticed Gat's
morning wood.  He had kicked off the covers and was lying sound asleep on
his back with a handsome boner.  He clearly inherited his dad's cock gene.
It was very large for his age and sticking up and away from his stomach
pointing right at his chin.  I marveled at it for a long time.  My
considered opinion was that it was nicer than his father's.  It wasn't over
done not too thick and not too long but just right for a big cock.  It was
perfectly shaped.  The color was lighter than his tanned belly except for
the head which was a couple of shades darker but still not a dark as his
tanned skin.  What made it really beautiful in my eyes was that it was
circumcised and what a fantastic job the surgeon did.  It was perfect.  I
guess Mary had something to do with that since I doubt Phil would have
agreed to have it done if he was asked.  I just let him sleep while I went
out to the kitchen to make us breakfast.
   We were living out of coolers since we didn't have electricity yet. 
Getting the power turned on was the big job for the day.  The government
took down our old power lines years before stating that we could not have
above ground wires running through government land.  Fortunately for
stimulus money, they paid to burry an oversized utility conduit buried
before installed a fully paved private road for us few months back.  The
power company has already run the feeds and connected them to the cabin. 
All we have to do now is have them hook us up to the transformer across
from entrance to our road.
   As for now, our only energy source is natural gas that was installed a
few weeks ago.  At least we can cook so I made us bacon and eggs and burnt
toast since I had to improvise lacking an electric toaster.
   The smell of the food must have awakened Gat because he came out of the
bedroom rubbing his hair wearing only a pair of boxers.  Obviously, his
hard-on was gone.  Looking only half awake he said, "Boy that smells good.
I'm starving."
   I said, "Sit down, I made plenty.  Let's eat!"
   He must have been really hungry because he ate four eggs and dozen
pieces of bacon and asked for more.  I made more for him and treated myself
to a nice hot cup of coffee.  I offered some to him but he refused saying,
"I'm too young for coffee,"
   I said, "Who told you that, you're mom?"
   "Yea, she won't let me have any" he replied.
   "Well, after all of the work you did yesterday, you're not too young to
me." I said, "Anyway, we're guys and we do guy things.  When you're with
me, you're a guy.  Here, have some."
   He smiled ear to ear with that.  It must have made him feel grown up. 
His parents really treated him like a baby and I knew he wanted to get out
from under that.
   He picked up the cup of coffee and brought it to his lips and I said,
"Be careful, it hot!" But it was too late; he had taken a mouthful of the
hot coffee.  His eyes got large and he had a look of panic on his face but
he swallowed the hot liquid which probably burned him all the way down but
he didn't let it show.  I let on like nothing happened and carefully sipped
some coffee from my cup after lightly blowing across its surface hoping he
would pick up on the proper procedure.  I gave him a lot of credit because
I am sure that he was in a lot of pain but did not once complain or even
mention it.  He has a lot to learn.
   I had to drive to town to arrange for someone to turn on the power but
Gat decided to stay behind to get some things cleaned up and try to get a
jump on some of the jobs we had facing us.  It took me the better part of
the day to get this done but we had power.
   It was nearly 6 pm when I returned to the cabin and I was impressed as I
drove up to see the huge pile of boxes and cardboard neatly piled in the
back of my pickup.  Gat must have busted his ass while I was gone.  I
walked in the door expecting to find him but he was nowhere in sight.  The
place was neater and cleaner than I had ever seen.  Everything was put away
and the place looked swept and dusted.  It was clean.  I didn't bother
calling him because I figured he may be taking a nap since he had a very
restless night and worked so hard all day.  I walked softly into the
bedroom and there he was sitting on the bed with his pants around his
ankles, looking at a Playboy that he must have found while cleaning, and
jerking his handsome hard cock.  He looked up in horror to find me face to
face with him being in this awkward position.  My eyes left his and went
right down to stare at his cock that was even more impressive in its
current state.  His hand was frozen in place at its base as it stuck out
like a living light-saber.
   I said in a matter-of-fact tone, "I'm sorry, I'll give you some privacy
so you can take care of that." I turned around and walked out closing the
door behind me.  I proceeded to make us cheeseburgers and baked beans.  The
aroma alone should draw him out but Gat never came.  I knew that he must
have been hungry so I assumed that it must be his embarrassment that was
making him stay in there.
   I knocked on the bedroom door and slowly opened it asking, "Is
everything all right?"
   My heart sank when I saw that he was in the bed with the covers pulled
up over his head.
   I tried to ignore his obvious problem by yelling, "Hey Gat, dinner
time."
   He yelled back from under the covers, "Leave me alone."
   I knew that he felt mortified with me catching him masturbating and at
his age, he probably thought that I would judge him and hate him for it.  I
couldn't bear to let him feel that way so I sat on the bed next to him and
put my hand on his blanket covered shoulder.  He jerked away but I grabbed
him and pulled him back saying, "Hey Gat, Didn't is say that we were guys
and we were doing guy things?"
   "Yes," He whispered,.  "Well," I said, "that was a guy thing you were
doing and there is nothing t be ashamed of in front of me.  I do that all
the time.  What do you think I do with that stash of porn you found; I
certainly don't read the articles."
   He rolled around, still under the covers so that he was facing me and
said, "Really?"
   I grabbed the top of the blanket and pulled it down to reveal his tear
stained face and said, "Yes, I would never lie to you about something like
this.  You are too important to me.  I would never do or say anything to
hurt you."
   He tried to smile but his face muscles were still contorted in sorrow
giving him a pitiful expression.  With watery eyes he said, "Do you think
I'm disgusting?"
   With as much sincerity as I could muster, I looked him straight in the
yet and said, "No, how could I consider you disgusting for doing something
that I do all the time myself.  You know, I remember what it was like to be
14 and finding out that my cock could be so much fun.  It's amazing I still
have skin on it.  I almost had it smoking a couple of times but it's still
there and it's still fun."
   With that, he sat up and I couldn't resist throwing my arms around him
and giving him a big hug.  I almost forgot about the guy thing and that I
wasn't hugging his sister.  I ended it with a couple of firm slaps on his
back and pushed off.  I got to my feet and said, "Come on, the hamburgers
are getting cold and I'm hungry.  What about you?"
   He crawled out of the bed and followed me into the kitchen where we ate
our fill and sat talking for a long time.  Now that we had electricity, we
didn't feel like we had to go right to bed as soon as it got dark.  On
thing we didn't have though was a television so we had to find something to
do.  I suggested that we play a board game but Gat wasn't too keen on that.
I said, "I'm running out of ideas, maybe we should just go to bed.  Gat
said, "I'm not that tired.  If you want, I'll play a game."
   I got a bright idea since we were having a guy's night and offered to
teach him how to play poker.  He said, "Poker?  I already know how and I'm
pretty good at it."
   We played quite a few hands of enjoyable poker and I found him true to
his word.  He was good at it.  I thought him a few tricks and he showed me
a few.  We talked about everything under the sun but always came back to
the same thing; girls.  He was very interested in them but hasn't even been
close to one other than his sister and he thought she was only a kid.  I
just acted like I didn't hear that.
   He asked, "What's it like?"
   "What's what like?"
   "Sex" he said after getting up the courage to ask.
   I said, "If you think jerking off is fun, wait until you get fucked."
   His ears perked up with that and he got a devilish look in his eye.  "I
can't wait." He said.
   "I'm sure you can't but there is a lot you must learn before that
happens.  Do you know what to do?" I told him.  "What do you know?"
   He was a bit tongue-tied at that.  I assured him with, "Don't worry
mate. I can tell you all you need to know.  That's what bud's are for."
   He had a strange look on his face and sat there for awhile before he
said, "I don't even know where to start." I said, "Just wait until I show
you my secret stash of porn.  That will open your eyes.  I will certainly
give you a good idea what sex is."
   He really perked up with that and said, "Where is it.  Can you show me
now?"
   "It's awful late but I guess that wouldn't slow you down, especially
with a boner like that," I teased
   "Can you see it?" he said.
   He was sitting so close to the table I couldn't really see that he had a
hard-on but just the subject matter alone would guarantee a boner for a 14
year old boy.
   I cut him a break by saying, "No, but I have one so I figured you would
too."
   He laughed but I could see by his mood that I was going to have to get
my stash out so I took him to the hall closet (and he did have a boner) and
slid some coats aside to reveal the trap door entrance to my treasure.  I
removed it, reached in and pulled out a large box containing a number of
books and magazines and some old super8 films.  He was so excited that he
grabbed the box from my hand and started going through the contents before
we could get out of the closet.  I said, "Let's go to the bedroom where we
can be more comfortable.  He was in there before I could close the closet
door.  I hurried to get in there with him because I wanted this t be a sex
education session and not JO session.  I'm sure that he just wanted to get
right down to the porn.  I grabbed the box from him before he had a chance
to pull anything out of it and sat on the bed next to him with the box on
my lap.  I said, "I know how exciting this stuff is but I want you to learn
something so that you know what to do when you get an opportunity to get
your wick wet.
   He said, "Gary, you're taking the fun out of this."
   I just smiled and routed around in the box for an old sex education
manual I have from the 70's that is more porn than text.  This one has
pictures rather than the drawings most books like this have.  I don't
remember where I got it but it is a lot better than the one my dad gave me.
   I found it and pulled it out of the box and put the box on the floor. 
It looked well used from all of the times I used it for a refresher course
when I was here in the cabin by myself.  I opened up to the first picture
since we certainly weren't going to read any of the words.  It was of a man
and a woman standing side by side in the nude and both were very fit, trim,
and attractive.  Gat just stared at the picture taking it all in.  I
watched his eyes as they scanned their bodies.  It was clear that he was
examining both of them and not just the woman.  I couldn't be certain but I
think he was concentration on the guy.  I knew he had seen bare ass women
since I caught him with the Playboy and he seemed pretty familiar with his
own equipment but I guess I was curious at his interest in the guy since
the two of us have been with each other in the nude many times.  We are
even sleeping in the same bed in the nude.
   Gat was a very soft-spoken polite young boy.  He was somewhat
emotionally sensitive since he cries rather easily and is a bit shy.  On
the other hand, he is very athletic and very aggressive in sports on the
field and on the sidelines.  He doesn't take any shit from the other boys
but is very submissive with adults.  He doesn't have any close
relationships with individual boys but is very popular and travels among
several large groups of boys.  I know the girls like him because I see them
staring at him to his oblivion.  It is hard to tell with young boys which
way they will choose for their sexual identification.  They often appear
effeminate due to hormone changes and lack of experience but usually evolve
to machismo rather than femininity.  Of course, the outward appearance has
nothing to do with the kind of sex they enjoy or indulge.  I wanted to
harden him up but I think the picture beat me to it.
   I reached over his lap and turned the page.  The next few pages were of
the man showing him from all angles but the last few pictures were close up
views of him with his legs spread and him getting an erection with several
angles on his hard cock.  Gat took his time studying them and stopped at a
close up of the guy holding his balls up to give a good look at his ass
hole.  Gat asked, "Why are they showing his hole?"
   I said, "There are a lot of nerves in there and around there and it is
often involved when a guy has sex.  Didn't you ever touch yours or stick
your finger up it when you were jerking off?"
   "No!" he said with shock, "That's disgusting."
   "That's ok, you don't have to do it but keep it squeaky clean back there
because you never know when you are going to start using it."
   He made a face and turned his eyes back to the picture and stayed with
it contemplating what I had said.  I finally turned the page to the
pictures of the guy getting an erection.  Each picture had a brief caption
below it but the pictures spoke for themselves.  The last picture on that
page was of the guy jerking off and a silvery strand leaking out of the
tip. He said, "What is that stuff that comes out when you're jerking off?"
   I was pleased that he trusted me totally by admitting that he has
experience with his cock.  This really was an educational experience for
him and not just a porn review.  I explained how it was produced and that
it served as a lubricant during sex and he seemed satisfied with my answer.
He turned the page and the next several pictures were of the guy shooting
his wad.  He was amazed at how much cum the guy was shooting and said,
"Cool, look how much came out."
   I said your time will come.  You'll be shooting that much before you
know it.  I didn't want him to know that I knew that from seeing how much
his father shoots.  It was clear that Katie never talked to him about what
she saw which gave me more confidence in her keeping our affair a secret.
   We moved on to the woman's pictures and here he asked lots of questions.
He had never seen what was between those cunt lips he liked to jerk off to.
He was curious about how girls peed with all of that flesh in the way.  He
also asked about all of that jagged flesh at the mouth of the woman's
vagina.  I told him everything I know before we moved on to the actual sex
acts.  The book did a god job on foreplay with all of the touching,
rubbing, and kissing.  The kissing led us right into oral sex.  The first
pictures were of cunnilingus and he was a little taken back by it.  He had
this thing in his mind about genitals being very dirty.  I did my best to
convince him that if people are careful of their personal hygiene and
washed those areas before engaging in these practices, it was perfectly
safe provided the person didn't have any diseases.  I explained what STD's
are but didn't belabor the topic so as not to scare him.  He wasn't yet
having sex with anyone so he had the luxury of learning the fun side of sex
before the bad side.
   The next set of pictures was of fellatio.  This shocked him but clearly
intrigued him.  He poured over the pictures asking lots of questions.  I
thought his most interesting question was when he asked, "Why?"
   I said, "The only reason for that is to give pleasure and that pleasure
often leads to sexual intercourse but doesn't have to."
   He said, "doesn't have to?'
   "No, it doesn't have to lead to actual intercourse.  Blow jobs feel so
good you can just enjoy them and cum from that alone.  You can get pleasure
giving a blow job as well as getting them." I said.
   This really confused him.  I could see him thinking.  He then said, "You
mean a girl giving and a guy getting?"
   I knew he would be shocked by my answer but I had to tell him.  "Not
necessarily, a guy can give a blow job too.  Guys have the same good
feelings giving them as women do and as far as getting a blow job; well, a
blow job is a blow job regardless of who is giving it."
   "Did you ever blow a guy?" he asked.
   I got silent for awhile thinking about what I should say.  After all, I
did suck on his dad's big cock for a bit but not a full out blow job.  I
decided that I couldn't lye to him since I just promised him I wouldn't.  I
toughened my resolve and said, "Yes," And didn't give him any more
information.
   He sat strait up with that with a look of shock.  "You did?  When? 
Who?" He said in rapid succession.
   "That information is none of your business.  I did it and that is all
you need to know.  But, you are the only person on the face of the earth
that I told that to and I need you to keep it our secret.  You see, in our
society, what ever you do for sexual enjoyment should remain a private
issue.  People have a way of using these things against you.  Do you
understand?" I said.
   He got a very serious look on his face and said, "Yea, you can trust me.
I would die before I would ever tell anyone."
   I was thinking that all of this was going to be too much for him so I
suggested that we pick this up another time.
   "No, Please!  I want to go on, Please." He begged.
   I didn't say anything; I just reached over and turned the page.  There
were a few pictures of various options, if you will, for ending a blow job.
The first picture showed cum squirting around the shaft of the guy's cock
escaping the seal of her lips.  "Oh my God!" he said.  "He's coming in her
mouth!"
   You can imagine what the other pictures showed.  There was a facial; one
of the guy squirting directly into her open mouth; one squirting on her
tits; and a few more variations of splooging.
   He said, "What did she do with the cum?  Did she swallow any of it?"
   I said, "I guess she did.  Some people swallow it and some spit it out.
It's a matter of personal preference and desire.  Some people feel that
swallowing it shows how much you love the person and some people just love
the taste and feeling of it going down their throat."
   "Do guys swallow it?" he asked.
   I said, "I think more guys swallow that women do... I think it's time
for bed."
   He protested again but I insisted and he gave in.  I put the book back
into the box and said, "We can pick this up where we left off tomorrow
night." And I put the box in the corner of the bedroom on my side of the
bed.
   We stripped off our clothes and stood on opposite sides of the bed
facing each other.  We were both sporting solid erections.
   His was as hard as a rock and aligned against his stomach and it stayed
solidly in that position as he bent over and moved around.  Mine was
pointing straight out from my crotch and swayed back and forth with my
every move.  He kept looking at my cock and I at his.  I said, "We should
probably do something about these boners." And he replied, "Yea."
   I told him to grab the Playboy he was using earlier.  The giddy look he
had on his face turned to one of disbelief when I lay on the bed and
started stroking my cock.  He got on the bed next to me but kind of rolled
to one side away from me.  I said, "Get over here so we can share that
magazine." I could have grabbed some hard porn from the box but wanted to
expose Gat a little more slowly into the harder stuff.  He rolled on his
back next to me and opened to the centerfold.  I scooched over a bit to get
closer and ended up with our bodies against each other from thigh to
shoulder.  I was working up some speed on my cock and he hadn't touched his
yet.  I said, "Don't be shy, choke you're chicken.  I'm doing mine." He
looked down at my busy hand and stared but when he reached for his cock,
the magazine drooped so we couldn't see the pictures.  I said, "Can you use
your left hand?" He didn't say anything and just switched hands.  I then
reached over with my left hand and held up one side of the magazine.  I
said, "See what team work can accomplish." And we both busied ourselves
with the job in hand.  We were each lost in our own thoughts and all you
could hear was the slapping of our cocks as we pumped them.  I wasn't
really looking at the centerfold.  I was looking at his leaking cock.  He
was struggling with using his left hand and I wanted to do it for him but
was afraid to mention it.  I then thought, Why not, if he would lay against
me naked and jerk his cock, why would he object to me giving him a hand.
   I said, "Having trouble with that?" To which he said, "Yea, I'm
definitely not left handed," Working up as much courage as I possessed, I
said, "Here, let me help.  You hold the magazine and I'll take care of the
stroking."
   He just laid there very still for a long while and finally brought his
left hand up and picked up the playboy in both hands.  He didn't say
anything, he just lay there.
   I took my hand off of my cock and reached over and grabbed his.  He
reacted immediately with a groan of sorts and a slight thrust of his hips.
His was much harder than mine and harder, I think, than any other cock I
ever felt.  Since that was only two, mine and his dad's, I really didn't
have much to compare.  I had thought that his dad's cock was the hardest
but that was now superseded by this worthy young and stiff staff.  I
started to slide the skin up and down and slid my palm up over the head to
pick up some of his leaking lubricant.  He was really starting to get into
the feeling I was giving him and the magazine slowly drooped to his chest.
His eyes were closed and he was slightly rocking his head back and forth on
the pillow.  I was shocked that he let me do this to him but he sure seemed
to be enjoying it.  I sat up and leaned across his legs to get a more
comfortable position to perform my work.  He opened his eyes and looked
confused about what I was doing but laid back to enjoy my handiwork.  I
really wanted to put my mouth on it and maybe that is what he thought I was
going to do but I controlled my urges and put all the skill I had into
giving him the greatest hand job of his life.  That , however, didn't last
long since as soon as he closed his eyes, I could feel his hard cock swell
even more and then burst forth with a healthy load of white boy-cum.  God,
I wanted to capture it in my mouth but again restrained myself and just
watched the spurts as I counted them: two...three...four.  He actually
produced eleven spurts but the last four were only minor pulses that
mounded above his piss slit until they spilled down the underside of his
cock and onto my hand.  The spurts were nowhere near as voluminous as his
father's but they were enjoyable to watch.  I milked out the last of his
sperm by sliding and squeezing my grip up his shaft producing another mound
of cum that we was unable to expel on his own.  While h still had his eyes
closed, I quickly brought my cum soaked hand to my mouth and licked the
residue of sperm from the back of my hand.  I looked up to see him watching
me doing this and felt a bit embarrassed.  He asked me, "Why are you doing
that?"
   I said, "Because I want to show you how much I love you." He broke out
in an enormous smile and said, "Do you?"
   I said, "Yes, and it tastes good too."
   He said, "What does it taste like?"
   "It tastes like sex.  Nothing else can compare to it." I replied.
   He didn't ask to taste it so I didn't offer it to him but I wanted to.
He took that whole thing so willingly; I should have tried giving him a
blow job.  At least I know he wouldn't reject it the next time we do this
and, there will be a next time.
   I got a towel and wiped up his boy-cum and threw it in a lump at the
bottom of the bed.  I pulled the covers back and started to get under them
when he said, "You didn't cum."
   I said, "That's alright, I got my pleasure from you cumming."
   "I wanted to see you squirt," he said.
   I lay back down and started to stroke my now semi-soft cock for him. 
Just having him sitting there watching me jerk off was enough to get me
hard again.  I was really getting into it when he asked me, "Can I do it?"
   I knew it took a lot of courage for him to ask me and I was hoping all
along that he would so I took my hand off of my cock and thrust my cock in
his direction as a sign that it was alright.  He reached out and grabbed my
cock and slowly masturbated me.  He would occasionally stop long enough for
him to take a closer look at it from different angles.  My cock was thicker
than his and the skin much darker; probably from over-use.  He looked at my
balls as they were pulled with each stroke.  I could see that he wanted to
feel them but was to shy to just do it.  I let that go knowing that there
will be plenty of opportunity for him to feel them from now on.  He finally
hit on a rhythm that sent me to climax and I shot my first wad high into
the air and it came straight down and hit his wrist with a loud splat.  I
only had six more shots but they were nothing to be ashamed of.  The cum
was pooled at the base of my cock and on my lower abdomen.  He Squeezed the
last of the cum from my cock just like I did for him.  He squeezed a large
dollop of white jizz from the tip of my dick by slipping his tightly
clenched fingers over the tip and collected it between his thumb and the
edge of his index finger.  He brought it to his nose and sniffed it before
licking it off of his hand.  He was moving his tongue around in his mouth
sampling the delicate flavor and unfamiliar texture of my sperm.  He
swallowed it all in a single gulp.  He reached down as slid his hand along
my deflating dick and through the pools of cum and rubbed it into the skin
of my stomach and all over my cock and balls a very surprising move.  He
lingered for some time on my balls hefting them and slowly massaging them.
I'm not sure why he did that.  Did he do it out of experience or curiosity?
If it was just curiosity, he has become pretty bold awfully fast.  I waited
for him to finish his exploration of me before getting under the covers and
settling in for sleep.  We didn't talk before falling off but I thought I
could hear his heart beating in the silence; maybe it was my own.
   The next day, was extremely busy for us and we found ourselves exhausted
by the time we stopped for a very late night dinner.  We were almost too
tired to eat.  One of the things we accomplished was finishing the plumbing
to the two new bathrooms.  Tonight, we could each have separate hot showers
indoors before hitting the sack.  We decided to do that right after eating,
leaving the dirty dishes for the next day for cleanup.  We each got a nice
long shower to relax our muscles as much as to clean us.  I got into be
while Gat was still showering.  I figured that he was probably playing with
himself in taking so long in there.  I thought I would be knocked out as my
head hit the pillow but I was wrong.  I couldn't have been more awake if I
had drunk several cups of coffee.  I just laid there staring at the
ceiling.
   Gat came in apparently just as awake.  He was singing and kind of half
dancing as he put his towel in the hamper.  He walked over to my side of
the bed and reached into the box and pulled out his lessons book and said,
"Shall we continue?"
   I wasn't feeling very horny like I was the previous night but I was game
to give him a lesson or two so I said, "Where did we leave off?"
   Without hesitation he said, "Page 12, blow jobs."
   "And what did you learn last night?" I asked him.
   He said, "I learned how it feels to get a hand job from someone else.  I
learned how to give a hand job...." And he hesitated.
   "Is that all?" I queried.
   "Well... I did learn what cum tastes like." He said kind of reluctantly.
   "Did you like it?" Was my next question but I didn't really expect an
answer.
   "I loved it!" He said with proud confidence.
   I knew then that he was game for anything and everything.  We would be
fucking each other before the week was out but I was going to blow him
tonight and we will both learn something in the experience.  The only
experience I had until then was a brief lick and suck on his dad's cock. 
Gat's was significantly smaller and more manageable.  I was sure I could do
it.  I was also hoping that Gat might return the favor like he did with the
hand job last night.  But if he didn't, I would understand.
   We opened the book to his next lesson and there was the couple with the
woman on her back and the man in the process of mounting her.  There were a
couple of pictures showing him sliding his cock up ad down her slit and
close-ups of all of their juices making everything shinny.  Her vagina was
just starting to relax and you could see the dark tunnel beginning to open
to receive his thick cock.  One series of pictures showed the tip of his
cock rubbing and clearly applying pressure to her asshole.  Gat looked at
those for a long time and asked me if the guy was going to stick it in
there.
   I said, "Eventually, anal sex is often better than vaginal sex and
sometimes couples do that when the woman is on her period.  And, that's how
men do it all of the time."
   His ears perked up with that and he asked, "Isn't there poop in there."
   "Sometimes," I said "but when you're really horny, it doesn't matter and
there are ways to clean the poop out if you know in advance that you are
going to do it that way."
   How do you clean it out?" he asked, "Do you just take a poop?"
   "Yes, that's one way but you can squirt some worm water up there with
just a little bit of mild soap like Ivory and hold it in for a few minutes
and then empty it out in the toilet.  That leaves you squeaky clean." I
explained.
   Still in thought, he turned back to the book and turned the page.  It
showed the guy's cock sliding into her vagina and inch at a time.  The next
page showed him working it in and out and going deeper with each down
thrust until his cock was all the way in and his balls were resting on her
asshole.  The next few pages showed them connected in a dozen or so
different positions but ending up back in the classic missionary style. 
The last few showed his ass clenched tight with his hips thrust tightly
into her.  That was followed with shots between there legs showing the
leaking sperm dripping down across her asshole and frothing around the base
of his cock.  The next shots were of him pulling out of her leaving her
open vagina with a large collection of sperm pouring out of the void.  The
woman was spreading her lips with her fingers and the camera was pointed
directly into her wide open hole showing her cervix at the bottom bathed in
sperm.
   I had to explain the cervix to him and its function all the way through
berthing and was worried that I had turned him off to heterosexual contact
with it.  He was eager to learn and absorbed everything like a sponge.
   The next section covered anal sex and was organized just like the last
section on fucking.  He looked closely at all of the pictures and turned to
me and said, "Can we jerk off now?"
   "Sure.  Since we are both sitting her with big boners, it seems like a
good tome to do it." I said and slipped back up the bed resting my head on
the pillow.  He crawled up next to me bringing the book with him.  He said,
"Do you want to help me hold it?"
   I said, "Your dick or the book?"
   He laughed and said, "The book... for now."
   I was impressed with his wit and said, "No, you can look at the book; I
want to look at you."
   He seemed pleased that I said that and held the book in his left hand
and began to stroke himself with the other.  I just watched his hand going
up and down his beautiful cock while I stroked my own.  He started leaking
his clear fluid almost immediately and it added to the visual as it slicked
up the shaft and introduced sound to his pumping as I could now hear the
skin slapping as it encountered and briefly covered the head of his cock on
the up-stroke and making a crackling-like sound on the down stroke.  I was
jetting close to cumming so I stopped my stroking and sat up to get a
better look at Gat's progress.  H put the book down and looked at me and
I'm sure he was getting his hopes up that I was going to do something
special.  I couldn't disappoint him so I reached out and grabbed the
slippery shaft away from him which he more than willingly surrendered.  I
stroked him awkwardly as I tried to get to my knees.  Once I was in
position leaning over his crotch, I wasted no time in lowering my head and
taking his cock head into my mouth, this was greeted by a loud groan from
Gat and a sudden reflexive upward thrust of his hips shoving his long cock
nearly down my throat.  I gagged and coughed and pulled my head up so as
not to be skewered on his pointy pole.  I realized that my lack of
experience was showing and I would have to take this thing slowly.  I
decreased the tongue action on his cock in an attempt to slow things down
and I slid my hand from stroking his shaft to cup his balls.  His scrotum
was still relaxed and his big balls rolled around with my manipulation.  I
loved the feel of them.  They were more oval than round and they seemed
much larger than I thought a 14 year old would have.  After a few minutes
of this action, I grabbed his shaft with my other hand and began to slowly
jerk it while I again increased my tongue action on the underside of his
knob on the frenum and occasionally pressed my tongue hard into the slit
that was feeding me his delicious precum.  That tasty syrup was increasing
in volume as I got better at blowing.  I don't know what made me do it but
I slopped my fingers from his balls, after they were pulled up tight as his
scrotum contracted, and slipped my middle finger down his perineum and
directly into his anus with one swift move.  My saliva and pre-cum soaked
finger easily penetrated his rectum that was apparently overheated and
relaxed from my ministrations.  It went in to the hilt and I quickly moved
it about to massage his prostate and give him a good finger fuck.  Within
seconds of that invasion, he launched his first volley of sperm into my
mouth.  I was surprised at its force which almost got through my closed
gullet.  The second one, much more powerful and apparently larger, did
burst through and forced its way into my throat.  I don't know if it was my
level of excitement or that I was learning how to do this but I didn't
choke; I just kept swirling my tongue around of his knob and intercepted
his third squirt and I felt the sensation of its power on the tip and
underside of my tongue.  My mouth was filling with his emissions and my
taste buds were learning from this new experience.  The taste was much
different than that of my own sperm or his father's.  I wondered if it was
that everyone's sperm had a different taste or that the taste of sperm
captured immediately after it was produced deep in the male testis made the
difference.  At that point, I didn't care.  I was enjoying the fresh taste
when, all of a sudden, it was gone.  I found the taste was either so
powerful that it sort of numbed my taste buds or that it was so delicate as
to sublime.  I found that I wanted the taste to come back I didn't want to
lose it but it was gone.  I still had the texture to enjoy.  His ejaculate
was very thick yet I could feel it becoming less viscous as I swirled it in
my mouth.  I wanted to keep it there and I wanted also to consume it.  I
couldn't do both so I reluctantly swallowed all that was in my mouth in one
big gulp that Gat both heard and saw what must have been quite a show of me
trying to get all of that syrupy fluid down.  Actually, there was so much
sperm that clung to all areas of my mouth, I felt like I had to continue
swallowing to get it all down.  Try as I may, that didn't work and I
eventually gave up and just enjoyed having the residue as a reminder of my
sexual peak.  It was a peak for me.  It was a big change to my sex-life. 
That was the first time in my life that I was overwhelmed by sexual
pleasure without cumming myself.  This wasn't the same as bringing your
wife to climax; that was sometimes a lot of work.  I may have gotten some
kind of satisfaction from that but not sexual pleasure.  This was an all
new experience for me and I wasn't sure if it actually better than cumming.
I knew that I had to feel that sensation again.
   Gat was losing his hardness but I was sill working him off.  I noticed
that the skin on his shaft was now moving further up and down his shaft. 
It hardly moved at all from being stretched so tight when he was at his
hardest.  I could now get it up over the crown and onto his cockhead.  His
scrotum began to relax and his balls were moving around on their own
within. I stopped stroking him and looked up to his beautiful face.  He
locked eyes with me in a way that told me without words that he loved me. I
couldn't resist saying it out loud.  I said through my cum coated teeth, "I
love you."
   He smiled and said, "I love you too."
   I settled back down by his side and was amazed that I didn't have a
hard-on from the sexual peak I was still reveling.  But, as my head hit the
pillow, Gat's hand was on my deflated cock and attempting to raise it to
glory.  He scooted to his knees and took it into his mouth which maid my
cock immediately spring to action.  He was a little more energetic than I
was and I had to slow him down.  I said in a very soft voice, "Slow down,
Gat, and enjoy it."
   He did just that.  His approach became much more tender and purposeful.
I could feel and enjoy his every movement which mimicked mine identically.
He must have been so impressed with what happened to him that it became
patterned in his brain.  I could feel his tongue rubbing against my frenum
and the unusual sensation of his tongue trying to enter my piss slit.  His
hand lightly rolled my balls and I anticipated his plunge down and into my
asshole.  I had some anxiety about that since no one had ever done that to
me before.  I wasn't sure if I was going to like it.  I worried so much
about that I started to lose the firmness of my erection causing Gat to
pull off long enough to say, "Am I doing something wrong?"
   I said, "No, just keep doing what you are doing."
   He immediately went back to work on me and my erection bounced right
back.  I had been so tied up in the sensation and my thoughts that I hadn't
been watching him in action.  When I looked down at him, I thought my heart
would burst.  He was just beautiful and he was doing this just for me. 
Unlike his sister who knew all the motivations for what she was doing, Gat
hadn't known anything about physical sex until I showed him.  He hadn't the
time to personalize the sex act.  His actions were pure.  He was driven by
love for me and me alone.  I didn't want this night to ever end.  I wanted
to dedicate myself to this boy.  I wanted more than anything else in life
to make him happy.  I wanted to make him mine.
   When he felt the time right, he did the predictable and slid his finger
into my rectum.  Even though I knew it was coming, I was shocked and
thrilled at the effect it had on me.  It didn't feel like an invasion.  It
felt like I was receiving him.  I relaxed my sphincter and welcomed his
entry as well as I could.  Unfamiliar with all of the sensations, it
reflexively grabbed at his finger and I would have to concentrate to relax
it again and allow further penetration.  Fortunately, we were both so
sweaty and wet, that entry was not too difficult and certainly not painful
like I thought it would be.  I was just getting accustomed to the feel of
his finger fully inserted when he started the massage and finger fuck
motions.  It had an identical effect on me as it had him and my cock burst
forth with me ejaculation directly into his mouth.  I watched his cheeks
bloat from the volume and begin to escape from the seal of his lips around
my shaft when he forced himself to swallow my load while he was still on my
knob.  He swallowed repeatedly just as I had and continued to man his post.
After my surges waned and the oozing stopped, he slid hid thumb along the
bottom of my shaft to capture every last drop of my sperm that he could. 
This was an act of his devotion that I had not done for him.  He showed me
just how much he loved me with that act and how much he actually enjoyed
performing male oral sex.
   As he took his mouth off of my cock and sat up, I could see tears
pouring down his cheeks.  I panicked, thinking that I was wrong about his
apparent acceptance of what we were doing, and asked, "What's wrong?  Do
you feel that I forced you to do this?" I was thinking only of myself in
that moment.
   With great difficulty in trying to contain his emotions, he said, "No, I
love you and I want to be with you forever.  Does that make me gay?"
   I pulled him down to me and embraced his causing him to sob and cry
bitter tiers against my neck.
   I said, "Gat!  I love you too.  I don't know if we are gay or not but we
both love each other.  I can tell you this: I will always love you and I
will always be there for you as long as I live.  I'm not sure what all of
this means but we will work it out."
   With that, I had to forcefully pull his head away from my shoulder and I
looked into his eyes but he kept diverting his gaze.  I said, "Look at me!
Did you hear what I said?"
   "Yes," He whispered through a choked up voice.
   "I meant every word of it... I love you." I pressed my mouth to his and
kissed him passionately.  I laid him back on the bed and slid over him and
continued to make love to his beautiful mouth with mine.  I slid my tongue
passed his cum soaked teeth and we exchanged and returned the remnants of
our own ejaculate.  We kissed and kissed and our lips swelled yet we
continued.  We both became erect and rubbed our cocks against each other. I
moved directly over him spreading his legs with mine.  I pressed my cock
against his and we enjoyed the unique feeling of cock to cock entanglement.
We rocked our hips and thrust against each other to get the maximum
titillation from that special male exchange.  I could feel the heat of his
cock against mine as well as every bump and curve along its length.  My
cockhead, usually without tactile sensitivity, was like a gentile fingertip
exploring his penis and if it were in my hand.  I could feel the pre-cum
emission making our cocks slippery.  When our cocks were side to side, I
could feel the tension of the muscles of his abdomen and the heat of his
cock against mine.  I wanted him.  I wanted to be in him and him in me.  I
clumsily grabbed at his legs until I could bring them up along the sides of
my body and I rocked my hips to free my cock from between us and it slid
down along his sweaty ass crack.  I bumped my cockhead against his ass in
several places before I could bet it to slide up and down along his crack.
I began to slide it all over while I renewed the vigor of our kiss.  I
could hear and feel him suck in a deep breath when my cock his vulnerably
exposed ass.  I am sure that these sensations were all new to him and I
could just imagine what it must have felt like with the cool air hitting
his normally confined and closed ass crack and then have a strange cock
sliding along it.
   After a brief warm up period, I focused the movements of my cock around
his hole.  I applied a slight inward pressure to it but let it slip down
his crack and pulling open his bung a little more with each try. 
Eventually, I concentrated on the inward pressure and could feel my knob
start to enter his rectum.  I lightly humped him like that working my cock
in a little at a time.  He was moaning and rolling his head back and forth
with his eyes closed when I just pushed it in as hard as I could.  His eyes
popped open and his face contorted in pain.  He screamed out, "That hurts!
Take it out."
   I released the pressure and his rectum ejected me without any effort
from me.  I said, "It will only hurt for a little while.  Just relax and
let it happen."
   He did just that and I renewed my attack on his ass.  I got it in easier
this time but he had the same reaction.
   "I can't do this." He said.
   "Yes you can.  Wait a minute and I will get something to lube you up."
And, I got up frantically searching for something to use, hoping not to
lose my window of opportunity with him.  All I could find was a can of Bag
Balm that I had on the top of the refrigerator.  I went flew back to him
opening the can on the run and scooping up a large glop of the slippery
jell and swabbed it around my penis.  Retaking my position between his
legs, I applied what was still on my fingers to his asshole and slid a
finger inside to lube his passage.  I scrapped some of the excess from my
cock and worked it directly into his hole.  He was enjoying the finger
fucking he was getting in the process and I could feel his sphincter relax
under my fingers.  I moved over him, took my cock in hand and renewed my
effort to fuck him.  This time, it went in much more easily.  He didn't
complain so I let it soak for awhile so that he could get use to the
feeling before I dove deeply into his bowel.  Only the head of my cock was
in him at this point and his ass was squeezing me harder than I had ever
experienced.  This was so much different than fucking a girl.  The only
real tightness you feel is upon taking a maidenhead.  Once you're in a
cunt, they are all about the same.  They expand to accommodate any size
cock as I have witnessed in person.  Vaginas relax so fast that the
pressure sensation leaves almost immediately.  The door to this boy's ass
has a muscle around it that can maintain the pressure and he can squeeze me
at will with it.  This is all new to me and maybe I am over excited but I
am enjoying this seduction more than any other of my limited sexual
history.
   I felt that he was ready to go on with this so I leaned down and began a
passionate kiss as I pressed inward with my cock.  It went in some more but
not very far.  I broke our kiss and leaned over to his ear and whispered.
"Push out like you are trying to go to the bathroom when I am pushing into
you."
   I resumed the kiss and applied pressure to enter his bowel with a slow
pumping motion.  I could feel him pressing down and straining to accept my
invasion.  We mad quick progress and I was all the way in after a half
dozen or so thrusts.  I pushed my cock into him as hard as I could and held
it there like that until he could adjust to my invasion.  When I thought he
was ready, I began a slow pumping motion but he said.  "Wait!  It still
hurts.  Just wait a moment."
   We lay joined like that for several minutes before he started to move
his hips to test the level of pain.  It apparently subsided because he
started to rotate and rock his hips to in obvious enjoyment.  He started to
moan and groan and work his hips harder and harder.  I took that as my
queue and began my own pumping.  We were fucking together.  His hips never
stopped all the way through to our climax.  It was as one.  We
simultaneously rose to the peak of sexual euphoria.  I exploded in his
bowel at the exact same time he screamed out in orgasm and spilled his
sperm between our bodies.  I felt each pulse of my ejaculation and could
feel the sperm surround my over sensitive cockhead.  He screamed in harmony
to my pulses so he was feeling what I was.  It felt like I dumped a gallon
of cum into him.  Gat's orgasm lasted long past mine so I kept moving my
cock in him.  I was amazed how long it lasted; much longer that my ladies.
Eventually, his legs and arms fell to the bed in total exhaustion.  His
breathing remained hard but his eyes were closed and he appeared to be
asleep.  It wasn't sleep but exhaustion.
   I didn't want to pull my cock out of him.  I was wishing I could stay in
him like this forever.  But, as my cock softened, his bowel slowly ejected
me.  My cock slid out of him and dropped down along his ass and immediately
felt cold in the chilled air of the evening.  I tried to alleviate some of
the pressure of my body on Gat by rising on my elbows and then to my
extended arms but our crotches remained together.  I could feel his sperm
on my abdomen as my skin pealed away from his.  The wet sperm immediately
chilled my belly as the air hit it.  Wasting no time, I got off of his body
and began to slurp up the come on him and scrapped his residue from my
belly and greedily consumed it.  I ended my forage by licking the last bits
of his cum from his soft cock.  The feel of his spent cock in my mouth was
at this moment as exciting to me as when it is at its hardest.  I was
wishing that I could swallow him and take him inside of me.
   Gat had fallen off to sleep so I got up and grabbed a towel and dried
him as best I could.  I covered him up as he rolled onto his side and I
crawled up against his back under the covers.  I wrapped my arm around him
and pulled myself tight to his naked back.  His skin was damp and warm and
oh so comforting.  We lay like that for most of the night.  He fell into a
deep sleep and I just spooned him and held him tight to feel his every
breath as his chest expanded and contracted.  At some point during the
night, I too fell into the most sound and restful sleep of my life.
   I awoke from a delightful dream with a realization that the nibbling
against my neck was not a dream at all but Gat making love to my neck.  He
was nipping me lightly and sucking so hard on me that I knew he would leave
a hickey.  I didn't care at that point; I was like a teenager who would be
proud to show off his love-bite for the world to know he was having
intimate relations with the person with the matching tattoo.  I was loving
the feel of his mouth on the side of my neck and the sound of his breath
close to my ear when I felt his hard cock slide along my ass.  I had enough
morning sweat that he easily slid without much resistance but when he hit
my bung, he ground to an instant halt and I reacted with a yelp.  He rolled
away and I held my position on my side.  I could hear him with the can of
bag balm and knew exactly what was going to happen next.  I could feel my
anxiety rising.  I remembered back to the night in the adult theater when a
guy shoved his dick into me when I was in climax.  I didn't remember any
pain and I don't remember enjoying it either.  This will be different.  I
was giving myself to the person I love.  I was going to receive him and
capture his essence inside of me.  I would have his DNA inside my body and
I wanted to absorb it into my own DNA.  I wanted to be one with him in
every possible way.
   When he returned, he slid up against me and placed his dick directly
onto my asshole.  He pressed a bit too firmly but I followed my own advice
and relaxed my sphincter and pushed down like I was trying to take a shit.
In he popped up to the hilt in one swift motion.  I grabbed back to hold
his hips still while I got use to his cock being in me.  It took longer
than I expected because every time I moved it hurt.  I asked him to hold me
and kiss my neck again and after a few minutes of that sensuous
stimulation, I was able to rock my hips back against him without feeling
any pain.  Following his lead, I countered his acceleration thrusts and was
overwhelmed with passion and pleasure.  I could feel his hard cock moving
in me.  My cock became extremely hard from his movement against my prostate
and the tip of my cock riding along the bed sheet from his thrusts against
me.  I was experiencing a kind of pleasure I never felt before and, until
then, did not even know existed.  My entire body became involved it this
sex act.  The sensations felt in my bowels were traveling up my spine and
to all my extremities.  My brain was cataloging these new sensations as
they happened and storing them for a lifelong memory.  How could organs
intended to expel human filth and dross also be a portal of such intense
pleasure.  I was hoping that this fuck would never stop.  I wanted to ride
the ecstasy to last for ever.
   I could tell though that things were about to come to and end as the
shaft in my ass became noticeably thicker and harder.  The flex in his cock
was gone and it was as if a hard slick stick was plunging my ass.  His
breathing was becoming labored and erratic as was his thrusting.  At times,
he lost his coordination and had to regroup and start anew.  He sounded
like an animal growling when he started to slam into me.  I immediately
grabbed my cock and jerked it in an attempt to reach my climax with him but
I was too late.  With one final hard thrust, he burst into me with his
first shot of hot cum.  I didn't realize how hot it would feel.  And feel
it, I did.  I felt every contraction of his penis and every explosive pulse
of sperm expelled into my body.  In my overheated state I imagined that I
could feel the texture of his sperm as it shot deep into me and flowed back
to envelop his prick.  Although he was already fully inserted in my bowel,
he thrust even harder a couple of times signaling the end of his
ejaculations.  I was now in complete possession of his sperm in a much more
intimate and personal way than the oral extraction method.  He inserted his
sperm in me rather than me extracting it with my mouth from him.  It was a
direct insemination and not a cumbersome process of capture and swallow. 
He was placing his seed directly into the core of my body with the ultimate
demonstration of male love.
   As we lay there connected, he didn't lose his erection in the least.  I
was still high on the passion of our love and slid off of his cock and
rolled to that I was laying on top of him face to face.  I could feel his
boner against my cock and I looked directly into his eyes and said, "I love
you."
   I reached down and gathered as much slickness from his cock as I could
and transferred it to mine.  I tapped his thighs and he obediently brought
his legs up and I inserted my cock into his asshole with little resistance.
I made passionate love to him for the next half hour or so and for the
second time we reached our climax at the same time.  I could feel the
pulsing of his cock and the heat of his sperm as it drenched our skin
between our bellies.  St the same time, I was pouring my love seed into
him.
   We didn't get much done around the cabin that day but we sure exchanged
our love in every conceivable way.  That evening we went into town for
dinner and for me to proudly exhibit the object of my love to the world. 
Knowing the risk, which made it all the more exciting; we brazenly
displayed our love bites in public in slight chance that someone could
detect our secret love affair.  I am pretty sure the waitress saw the
hickeys all over our necks but she didn't show it.  I do know for sure that
the obviously gay man in the ticket booth at the theater was on to us
because he gave me a knowing smile while handing me the tickets and turned
his head to watch us as we entered the theater.  We sat in the back where
we were pretty much alone and held hands through the entire movie.  This
was the absolute happiest time of my entire life.
   As things turned out, I was the one person of the group that got it all.
I have had sex with everyone in our little family circle and I found true
love but not where I expected it.  Because of my love's tender age, I had
to keep our tribe together at all costs if were to continue our intimacy. I
still loved Jean but, since she was getting her fill, so to speak, from
Phil, I didn't have to tend to her sexual needs much; just an occasional
cream pie eating session now and again.  After awhile, I was able to guess
what Phil ate for dinner just from the taste of his sperm in her cunt. 
Jean was also nice arm candy that I could pretend to the world was my
exclusive catch.  We kept our marriage, admittedly an empty shell, together
for convenience and for mutual support.  It wasn't that bad really, we
showed each other respect in every aspect of our lives save sex.  I turned
my head to her infidelity and she pretended not to suspect I was a
pedophilic opportunist who was ravishing our young neighbors.  Mary, the
most innocent of all of us just continued on as if none of this was
happening.  II was pretty sure that she knew what was going on between me
and her children but she also pretended everything was just peachy.  She
had me sympathy and compassion.  She and I had shared an emotional intimacy
when we were both cuckolds.  I had a reversal of fortune in that matter but
she was now triply cuckold by her husband, her daughter, and by her son. 
It turns out that Philip was the most naive of all of us believing that he
was getting away with his infidelity with Jean and oblivious to what the
rest of us were doing.  I worked hard at becoming his closest friend and
deceiving him.  As for me, I managed to keep all the plates spinning and
everyone happy but most importantly, I was able to continue my love affair
with young Philip; a relationship that will last for the rest of our lives.

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Chapter 6 - It's a Guy Thing