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 pre-
cum. 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.










Reversal of Fortune
Chapter 6:  It’s a Guy Thing
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