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Sexual Perversions - 1
by Strangesub (Strangesub@yahoo.com)

***

A coming of gae story. (MFbg, extreme-ped, nc, rp, bi, 
inc, oral, anal)

***

PART 1

I was 11 years old in 1965.

I was a chubby kid; roughly 5 1/2 feet tall and I 
weighed about 150 pounds. I had a smooth, round ass and 
my hairless cock and balls were less than 5 inches, 
hard. I had red hair, and glasses with lots of 
freckles. I smiled a lot and was a cute kid. I was told 
that I looked like Tommy Norden, who played Bud on the 
TV show, Flipper (but I had a brush cut). I was the 
kind of pre-pubescent boy that older men and boys would 
have found eminently fuckable. And, being adventurous 
and knowing nothing about sex at all, I would have 
simply gone along with whatever sucking and fucking 
anyone wanted to do to me...

However, when I was 11, I didn't think about fucking or 
sucking as sex - I really didn't know anything about 
sex.

My brothers and I used to camp out in a tent in my 
parents' huge backyard during the summer. We would camp 
out alone or with my friends or with my brother and his 
friends.

In that summer of '65, I was out in the tent by myself 
one night.  It was a hot, humid summer night and I was 
lying on top of my sleeping bag. My pajamas were 
drenched with my sweat, so I finally took them off and 
lay there naked, fondling my hairless, sweat-slicked 
penis and tight, little ball sack and running my hands 
over my wet, naked flesh, enjoying the sensations that 
I was inducing. Our next door neighbor had a swimming 
pool and I finally decided that my sweaty, wet, pre-
pubescent, little body was going skinny dipping.

So, I snuck out of the tent, still nude, slipped across 
our yards, climbed over the fence and went swimming. It 
was a great feeling of exhilaration. The water was 
fantastic on that hot night and the fact that I was 
getting away with doing something indecent or naughty 
was exciting. As the water enveloped my young body, a 
memory came into my mind that I had not thought about 
since it happened. The sensuous caress of the water 
made my little dick get hard and I had a this amazing 
flashback to another swimming pool years earlier...

***

My father belonged to Club Thirty Three Fillmore, a 
prominent Men's Club in the City. They had formal 
dinners and lounges where men ate and smoked, plus the 
squash courts and tennis courts and a huge indoor 
swimming pool. When I was about seven years old, my 
father took me swimming on a "Father and Son night" at 
the Club.  We got undressed in the locker room and my 
father told me that because this was a Men's Club, 
nobody had to wear bathing suits.  This was fairly 
normal - boys and men often went swimming nude in 
together in those days. In my innocence, I stared at 
all of the adult and boy cocks that were visible. 

Most of the boys were pre-adolescent, like myself, and 
had tiny hairless penises, but the men all had huge (to 
me at the time anyway) fat, hairy cocks with heavy ball 
sacks that swayed underneath. I had only briefly ever 
glimpsed my father or my brother's cocks. I didn't 
think anything of it at the time, but the men seemed in 
all stages of erection, from fully hard and throbbing 
to soft and flaccid as I walked by... Nobody, including 
my father, seemed to think it was strange that my eyes 
were riveted on their cocks...

I had been swimming since I was a baby so, as soon as 
we got to the pool, I dove into the water to go off and 
frolic with all the other men and boys. I didn't see my 
father again until the end of the night.

In retrospect, there were probably only about 10 or 15 
boys there and maybe about 30 or more men altogether, 
many of them older than my father and the other fathers 
of the boys. But it seemed to me at the time that the 
pool was filled with hundreds of naked bodies as we 
played and splashed each other.

As I was playing in the shallow end, one of the men 
asked me and another boy my age if we were good 
swimmers and could hold our breaths. When we both told 
him we could, he told us that we were going to play a 
game where he and a bunch of other men would stand in a 
circle with their legs open. We were supposed to escape 
the circle by swimming between their legs without 
getting caught. It sounded like fun...

The other boy got caught the first time and man that 
caught him pulled him up and sat the boy's little naked 
ass on his hard, throbbing cock so it stuck out between 
the boy's legs.I managed to evade capture until I swam 
between the legs of a third man. His hair was Grey and 
his pubic hair felt hard and scratchy against my ass as 
he sat me on his hard, fat cock. His knees buckled 
slightly and I heard him groan as I wiggled on his 
stiff rod to get more comfortable. I tried to turn to 
him, concerned, and I asked "Are you okay?"

"Oh, yes, son... I'm am better than okay," he said as 
his hands came around the front of our bodies, holding 
his large throbbing manhood against my tiny cock and 
balls, squeezing us both...

I felt a tingle in my little dick at his caresses and I 
got a stiffy, just like I did when I had to go pee. 

"Uhh..." I muttered, embarrassed now, "I think I have 
to go pee."

I wouldn't have minded going pee in the water; I did it 
all the time underwater when I had a bathing suit on. 
But his cock and mine were both right above the 
waterline and everyone could see if I started pissing. 
Besides, I figured he would have felt my hot piss 
anyway, the way his hard cock was rubbing against mine. 

"It's all right," said the old man, "since nobody has 
any swim suits on, the Club doesn't mind if you pee in 
the pool. Go ahead."

That was fine by me and I let my little bladder loose 
and started peeing on the old man's cock, my piss 
shooting past as I let go.

Another man in the circle jumped over to me and put his 
face to our crotches, getting his lips right on my 
little wiener as I pissed forth and he began to drink 
my piss, engulfing my small cock with his mouth. 

"Ewwww," I thought, startled. 

How could an adult do such a disgusting thing? But his 
lips excited me and I was proud to be the center of 
attention just for peeing, something that I would 
normally have to do in secret. 

So, I continued to piss my hot waste into his mouth. 

By this time, all the men around us had erections 
sticking out just above the water. The other little boy 
was laughing as the man holding him was squeezing the 
boys legs together around his cock and pistoning his 
hard, adult manhood in and out between the boy's legs, 
bouncing the lad up and down as he panted and watched 
my little peter get the pee sucked out of it. Then the 
man groaned and I saw a white spurt of cum shoot out of 
his cock as he lifted the little boy up and slid his 
hard meat along the boy's ass crack, catching the 
spurting top of his dick on the boy's tiny asshole.

"Owww," the boy instantly complained as the man's 
bulbous cock head pressed against his anal ring, 
coating his ass crack and anus with his cum.

The man that was sucking my little dick helped lift me 
as the old man on whose cock I was riding put his hands 
on my waist, sliding me up his cock, until my tiny 
asshole too was resting on top of his cock head. The 
younger man held me in place and continued sucking me, 
as the old man slid his hand's down to my smooth, boy 
butt. I could feel the younger man's hands wrapped 
around the old man's hard cock, pumping it up and down 
under the water. 

The old man groaned with excitement as he placed his 
hands on either globe of my pure, sweet ass, and 
stretched my ass cheeks out, placing the tip of his 
hard man flesh right at the tiny boyish opening to my 
ass.

Now it was my turn to say "Owwwww!" as I felt his cock 
head painfully stretch my small anus.

"Noo! Oww that hurts!" I cried out as the weight of my 
body and the man sucking on my dick began to force my 
virgin ass bud open to the old man's ravening dick.

"AAAAAEEEEEEEEEEEEIIIII" I screamed as I felt the fat, 
hot flesh burn into my little boy hole.

The water and the old man's pre-cum lubricated my 
asshole slightly, but it didn't matter. I was being 
held by both men, with the older one stretching me 
open, while the one sucking my boy cock and balls 
applied pressure, forcing me to stay in place as the 
old man's cock penetrated me. 

"NNnnnOOOoo, AAiiieeee" I wailed, crying as his fat 
cock head skewered my small asshole.

I tried to get loose, but the man in front wouldn't let 
me and and had captured my entire cock and balls in his 
mouth. I screamed as the tortuous fat flesh ripped into 
my virgin boy pussy. The more I struggled, the wider 
the old man's cock stretched my asshole. 

"AAAaahhhh," the old man groaned and then, as suddenly 
as it began, I could feel his hot sperm let loose right 
inside my asshole, the man whose face was on my cock 
furiously pumping the old man's meat, his hands 
slamming against my ass underwater. The pulsing cum 
lubricated my deflowered virgin ass bud and his cock 
slid in a little deeper... 

"Noo Noo Nooo Noo AAEEEeeeiiiii!!" I cried out as the 
head of his fat cock lodged in my asshole; his hot cum 
squirting in my ass and then out the sides of his thick 
dick. 

I sobbing now at the incredible pain, bawling to be let 
loose, impaled, unable to get free of his fat cock head 
until finally, spent, he pulled his dick painfully from 
my blazing asshole and the man that had been sucking my 
penis gathered me into his arms.  I put my head on his 
shoulder, grasping him around the neck and wrapped my 
legs around his naked waist, straddling his rock hard 
dick as he caressed me.

"Shhhhh...." he said, his hands soothing my naked back 
and caressing my ass, my boy ass crack slick with the 
old man's cum sliding to the base of his hard, 
throbbing cock. 

"It feels much better after the first time," he said 
gently, his hard cock throbbing on my hot asshole.

"N-n-noooo" I whimpered. "It hurts. I don't like it..."

I was dimly aware of other little boys screaming in 
pain as they got their young asses fucked, but I was 
trying to hide myself in my cock sucker's protective 
arms and didn't care about anything else.

"Shhhh..." my cocksucker repeated as my tears dripped 
onto his naked chest, "why don't we try another game... 
Why don't you lick and suck one of these nice men while 
I make your pretty little hole feel better... Okay?"

"Uhh.. uh... I... uhhh...," I moaned in assent, just 
wanting the tearing pain in my ass to go away.

"Okay, then" said my captor, walking me over to the 
side of the pool where one of the men sat, his legs 
spread open, his large hairy cock sticking straight up.

"Grab this man's prick and start licking it while I 
make your sweet little boy hole feel better," said the 
man holding me as he turned me around between the legs.

I reached out to the angry, hard rod of flesh in front 
me as the man behind me slid down, holding up my legs 
in the water and put his face to my ass.

"Ooooo" I said in wonder as I felt him spread my ass 
cheeks and he began to lick my ravaged hole.

The man in front of me moved my hands to his naked 
thighs, grabbed his own cock and began rubbing it 
across my face. I turned my head away in surprise, but 
he coaxed me back and rubbed the purple crown across my 
lips, leaving a trail of slime on them.

"Ohhhh..." I breathed out, my mouth open, as the other 
man tongued my asshole, worming his way inside my young 
anal bud.

It felt so good. It felt great! I stopped crying in 
amazement at how good it felt after the old man had 
just raped me.

The man sitting by the poolside forced his big cock 
past my lips, opening them further and forcing his 
mushroom cockhead into my open mouth. 

He stretched my mouth wide as he slid in a few inches. 
He just kept it like that for a minute, while I writhed 
in pleasure at the man soothing and stimulating my 
asshole, the guy in front enjoying the feeling of 
having his dick jammed in my 7 year old mouth. Then he 
began slowly pumping it in and out, stopping so the 
head was just at my lips before pushing it back down. 
He moaned with perverse pleasure.

Then, each stroke seemed to go deeper and deeper and I 
began to gag, his fat cock stretching my mouth harder 
and harder. 

"Nnnnnn.." I tried to protest, but again both men held 
me in place, the one fucking my young mouth holding 
onto my head.

He began to push my young face up and down on his hard 
meat, force fucking my mouth, driving his manhood in 
and out between my lips while the man behind me fucked 
my asshole with his tongue. 

"Nnnn - nnnn- nnn..." I tried to gasp, struggling again 
as the man now raped my mouth, painfully slamming his 
fat penis into my throat, choking me, bruising my soft 
inner palate.

Tears began running down my face again and snot was 
coming out of my nose; I could hardly breathe, but he 
just kept up his rape of my mouth, forcing my face up 
and down on his hard flesh. He sped up his pumping, 
battering my throat and choking me until he moaned out 
"Ohhhhh fuck! Eat me boy... Ahhhhhhhhh!" 

The next thing I knew his hot cum was shooting into my 
throat. 

Blast after blast of his salty spunk kept spurting into 
my mouth.  I choked and gagged as I tried to swallow 
and breath. I made mewling sounds as I felt his hot jiz 
forced from my throat into my nasal passage and 
exploding from my nose. I felt like I was blacking 
out... 

Again, I felt horrible and hurt. I didn't understand 
anything that was happening... 

When the man finished cumming, he let me go and I 
gasped for air, the cum still choking me; my nose 
dripping with cum as I gagged and tried to breath. The 
man who had made my asshole feel so good again took me 
into his arms, kissing me now, using his tongue to lick 
up his friends cum and my tears and snot cum from my 
nostrils and everything. I began to space out on the 
total sensual overload... My mind shut down.... 
Everything became indistinct...  I seemed disassociated 
from my body... 

There was another bout of terrific pain as my protector 
now lubed up my asshole, shoving his fingers inside as 
he still caressed me and told me to relax, kissing my 
face and hair. Then, he finally lifted me up on his 
hard meat and fucked his stiff cock into my ass. I 
feebly struggled and tried to protest again as he sunk 
the entire length of his hot pole into my newly opened 
asshole. It still hurt, but not nearly as bad until I 
felt his man flesh pushing into my intestines, cramping 
my stomach...

"NNNooooooooo" I cried again, moaning in insensate pain 
as his fuck rod jammed inside of my boy body, squeezing 
my internal organs, forcing itself deep into my bowels.

I was in a dazed nightmare and I just moaned and 
whimpered as he fucked me. All the while he kept 
kissing me, shoving his tongue into my mouth while 
tearing my entire rectum open to his marauding flesh as 
I haplessly bobbed up and down on his hot raping cock. 
I swooned as he came, pumping my guts full of his man 
jiz... 

I felt men's hands caressing my naked boy flesh... I 
groaned as he pulled me off of his raping tool and I 
felt a new tongue in my asshole, drinking his cum, 
again soothing my abused shit hole. 

I lost track of time and space as hands and lips 
tweaked and teased my little boy nipples; mouths sucked 
my cock and balls; men licked my face; thrusting their 
tongues into my mouth.

Delerious, I sucked more cocks that night, feeling 
their hot cum bubble into my throat and drip from my 
lips... More men raped and fucked my feverishly hot boy 
hole as I spaced out in an orgy of degradation and boy 
loving...

I saw a fat older boy, maybe 10 or so, sandwiched 
between two men.  He was yelling too, but his face was 
in ecstasy. It looked like both men had both of their 
cocks inside his ass...

There was a younger boy, maybe 5 years old, sitting on 
a man's lap who had his cock shoved up the boy's 
asshole. They were sitting on the shallow end steps and 
the boy was crying as the man held his head by his hair 
and directed the boy's open mouth to catch the hot piss 
of other men who surrounded the couple, peeing on the 
boy's face and naked body.

On a low table on the pool deck, I saw a boy lying on 
his back, his legs held up in the air, his head lying 
backwards over the table edge, as an extremely hairy 
man fucked his open ass while another fucked his long 
cock into the boy's throat.

Everywhere, young boys were getting fucked and sucked, 
some squealing with glee; others semi-comatose like me; 
and still others shrieking and crying in pain...

***

At some point, I came back to reality when my father 
took my hand and led me back to the shower room. His 
semi-hard cock looked red and used.He gently washed me 
as we showered and I began to come out of my daze. We 
got out of the shower and he laid me on a bench and he 
knelt down, spreading and lifting my legs as inspected 
my asshole. It felt hot and torn and mushy, but it also 
felt okay as my father rubbed something on it, gently 
coating the inside of my anus with his finger.

"You're fine," said my father and he gently kissed me, 
raising me up off the bench and began helping me get 
dressed in my confused and spaced out state of mind.

After we finally got dressed and were in the car, my 
father said to me: "Greg, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have 
brought you to the Club.  Don't tell anyone about this. 
Pretend as if it never happened. You don't have to 
worry, it won't happen again... You must forget about 
it... I'm sorry..."

My asshole was radiating heat from multiple rapes and 
my throat was sore with the taste of cum still strong 
and present. But, through the pain and bewilderment I 
felt, I was amazed that my father was actually talking 
to me and apologizing...

My father was a very private, very stern, and very low 
key emotional individual. He never, ever apologized for 
anything. We never, ever talked about sex or any kind 
of emotional issue. He was never, ever emotionally 
contrite with me. I had never him seen him like this 
and I never would again.

I really had no clue as to what had just happened at 
the Club and since my father said forget about it, I 
did. We never talked about sex at all and I had no idea 
at 7 years old what "sex" was. None.  To this day, I 
cannot be sure exactly what happened at the Club, but I 
remember my father apologizing to me with crystal 
clarity.  And, I totally forgot what happened at the 
Club until that night in the pool, almost 5 years 
later. And, what I remembered was cocks and sperm and 
fucking and sucking all mixed together in one 
kaleidescope that made my little dick hard. 

Many, many years later, I found out that my oldest 
brother Jeff had been to the Club and been fucked in 
the same kind of way and that my father had also fucked 
him when he was my age. As far as I knew, my other 
brother, Mark, or my sister who was way older than all 
of us, had never been abused in that way at all. But, 
we never went to the Club again and after that last 
conversation, my father never mentioned it again, 
apparently driving it out of both of our minds. My 
father never again touched me sexually and I eventually 
just forgot about the whole experience as too weird and 
too disconnected to remember.

But this was the first time ever skinny dipping naked 
in the hot night... These memories suddenly flooded my 
mind... I had completely forgotten about it... And the 
memories coming back to me were not entirely real... It 
was as if it happened to someone else, but... my little 
cock ached with excitement. Remembering, I opened my 
legs and reached around behind me to my asshole and 
started to gently worm one of my fingers inside myself. 
I groaned at the unexpected pleasurable sensations. 

I played for awhile in the pool, softly finger fucking 
my asshole and squeezing my hard little prick and 
balls. 

However... I was still totally clueless about sex. I 
literally didn't know what had happened at the Club or 
what I was doing to myself right now. It was just 
sensations.

After playing with myself for awhile, I finally got out 
of the pool. Then, for the sheer perverse danger of it, 
I spent another half hour or so creeping as close as I 
could get to my neighbor's house. At the end, I just 
laid there, stark naked, on my neighbor's back doorstep 
at 3 AM or so, my hands running over my wet flesh, 
caressing my tiny erection and fingering my asshole, 
while my heart beat rapidly at the danger of being 
found out. This was the beginning of my love affair 
with perverse nudity and danger.

***

Later on that same summer I camped out again, with my 
best friend, Eddie. It was another hot, sweaty night. 
We were still up and very much still wet and perspiring 
at midnight.

I told Eddie, "Nobody's awake anywhere, let's go 
swimming next door."

Eddie was a little hesitant, but when I quickly shucked 
off my underwear and stepped outside the tent naked, he 
did the same. 

I stared at his cock with fascination. Although he was 
the same age as I was, eleven, his muscular body was 
already well into puberty. His skin was soft and 
smooth, but there were tiny wisps of curls between his 
two pink, boyish nipples. He was thinner than I was and 
his flat stomach sported an innie belly button. Below 
that his cock looked huge compared to mine. It was 
nestled in black, curly pubic hairs than ran down over 
his large balls. I was awe struck that he should have a 
man's penis and balls on his little boy body. I looked 
down at myself to see if there was something wrong with 
me. But no, I was the same, it was Eddie that was odd.

"How come you're so big?" I asked in all innocence.

"I dunno," he said looking at my little penis, "I just 
am."

"Can I touch you?" I asked, embarrassed, but mesmerized 
as I continued to stare at him, my own little cock 
feeling "twitchy" and starting to rise.

Eddie shrugged as I reached out my hand and touched his 
man sized cock. As I gently rubbed it, he began to get 
hard...

I didn't know what I was doing. I still hadn't a clue 
as to anything about sex and erections or anything and 
I didn't even know why I found it fascinating to touch 
his stiffening oock. But, I did.

As he grew, my hand jumped back to my own little, now 
stiff and throbbing, penis and I squeezed it, amazed at 
my friend's huge six inches of pulsing meat.

We both stare until we finally just got embarrassed and 
we ran off to jump in the pool. 

It was weird, but I didn't think about it much as we 
just enjoyed the two of us skinny dipping in my 
neighbor's pool. 

We swam around for awhile, rubbing against each other 
as we tried to grab one another or dunk the other guy. 
We wrestled in the water, rubbing our hard cocks 
against each other, our wet, naked bodies embracing.

We were hyped up and I suggested that we run around 
naked and go skinny dipping in as many neighborhood 
pools as we could. Eddie agreed and we jumped out of 
the pool and ran to the street. He put his back against 
a tree to shield him from the street and the 
streetlights. I ran right up to him and pressed my 
naked body against his.

Our crotches touched, my naked, hairless cock pressing 
into his dark haired pubic mound, our cockflesh 
mingling together. I pressed even tighter against him, 
our wet, naked flesh joining, as a car drove by, 
briefly lighting up my backside with its headlights. We 
froze there for a moment, our pricks throbbing against 
each other, his larger hard on poking into me and my 
smaller one rubbing against him as we hugged tightly. 
Then I laughed and ran across the street to crouch 
behind some bushes.  Eddie ran across too, right into 
me and knocked me forward so that he was stretched out 
on top of me with his big, hard dick in the crack of my 
ass.

We lay there for a second and I could feel his 
quivering rod rubbing against my asshole, pulsing 
against my anal ring. 

"Uhhhhhhhnnmmm," an involuntary moan escaped my lips as 
I tried to grip his thick cock with my ass cheeks. 

His hard meat felt good against my asshole as my cock 
throbbed against the grass. 

We both started moving; Eddie sliding his boy cock 
between the sweat slick globes of my ass and me rubbing 
my wet asshole against his pulsing meat. Again, 
remembering the Club, I wanted him to stick it in my 
ass. I groaned with the memory, Eddie's hot meat 
sliding up and down my ass crack and then I also 
remembered the incredible pain... More car lights 
flashed over us, but this car's brake lights went on 
and it started immediately slowing down... 

"Shit," I said throwing Eddie off of me, "He saw us! We 
gotta run."

We ran through a backyard, through the bushes and into 
another block before the car even stopped fully.

We didn't care. We kept on sneaking around like 
maniacs, giggling and bumping into each other, our wet, 
sweaty flesh sliding against each other, as we crawled 
through the grass or leapt from bush to bush and ran 
past the streetlights. We kept on rubbing up against 
each other, touching each other's ass or cock or balls, 
even while we were sneaking into the neighborhood 
pools.

We clasped each other in the pools, our wet bodies 
drinking each other in as the debris from our sneaking 
washed off of our hot flesh. The excitement of 
slithering our stiff dicks around on each other's naked 
body was incredible. Our hands just naturally caressed 
the other boy's prick and ass. We humped each other's 
naked flesh. Every time we paused, we would press 
against each other, not really knowing what we were 
doing, but knowing that it felt great. 

Our rods stayed hard all the way around the 
neighborhood, until finally, we made it back to our own 
tent. 

We dove in and zipped up the mosquito netting and 
hugged each other on our sleeping bags - just for the 
sheer joy of it all.  Then Eddie finally started 
rubbing his hard on as I gripped it between my sweaty 
thighs. Almost immediately he groaned and grabbed my 
naked body, thrusting his cock under my balls, jerking 
and quivering as his boy cum spurted out at the base of 
my ass crack onto our sleeping bag and between my hot, 
sweaty thighs. I remembered the groans and moans of the 
men at the Club and I just squeezed my thighs tighter 
around his cock until he was spent. 

We fell asleep that way, me just gently rubbing up 
against him with my still hard boner, because - in 
spite of everything, I still knew absolutely nothing 
about sex.

I knew we were had a great time. I knew that it felt 
fantastic to touch each other like this and that, but I 
still hadn't a clue as to what was happening. I was 
still totally innocent.

It was a wonderful night.

After that night, Eddie never wanted to run around 
naked again, but I started going as often as I could - 
sometimes skinny dipping, sometimes running around bare 
ass naked for the sheer dangerous thrill of it. It 
always made my little dick hard.

Another hot night during the summer, I camped out with 
Jimmy, my neighbor across the street. He was a skinny 
kid who was in one of my older brother's class, but 
since he was kind of immature, we used to play together 
a lot. When I again suggested we go swimming, he 
stripped down before I did. When we both stepped 
outside the tent, I could see that his cock was a 
little large than mine, although he had hair. We both 
had erections and his hard on made his cock look really 
skinny. He reached out and fondled my cock without any 
preliminary and said "Go ahead, you can touch mine."

I did, but this sort of brazen fondling seemed too 
weird for me, so I just took off and we went swimming 
next door. When we got back to the tent and he asked me 
to play with his prick some more, I was a little 
scared. It just wasn't the same. I found out later that 
he jerked himself off when we got into our sleeping 
bags and went to sleep. It just seemed odd. 

Another time that summer, when my parents weren't home, 
I took a shower with soap, naked in our backyard, while 
it was pouring rain. I felt the most incredible 
sensations in my cock as I soaped it clean.

But, I continued to be ignorant about sex. The thrills 
I felt was not only because of the great sensations, 
but because I was doing "dangerous" things and not 
getting caught.

Sex began to hedge into my awareness the next time I 
talked yet another friend into running around naked. 
Mike was also more developed than I was, but not as 
hairy as Eddie or as old as Jimmy. When I reached out 
to caress his cock, he shied away, protesting that only 
homos touched each other. I didn't know what a homo 
was, but I remember being mildly saddened that he 
didn't want to rub his body against mine. We still both 
got hard running around, but it wasn't the same as it 
had been before....

But, I still got naked on my own whenever I could get 
away with it.

*** 

I was 12 years old that winter and I was over at my 
next door neighbor's house. Park and I were watching TV 
in his basement, sitting on a couch with a blanket over 
us to keep us warm. He was a year older than I was, 
with about the same build and chubbiness and brush cut 
hair. We started wrestling around a little bit under 
the blanket and then things escalated and we started 
grabbing each other's crotches. He grabbed me first. I 
grabbed his hands and tried to pull him off my 
hardening little penis. 

When I finally pulled him off me, I grabbed his crotch, 
trying to hold onto his dick through his pants. Then he 
tried to get my hands away. As soon as he overpowered 
me, he grabbed me again, I pried him off, I grabbed him 
and we continued to wrestle under the blanket. We were 
both sporting hard boners by this time and getting very 
excited when Park managed to trap both by arms and yank 
my pants and underwear down all at once. Then he 
quickly grabbed my stiff prick tightly and wouldn't let 
go. The incredible sensations that I was feeling in my 
prick were more than I had ever felt before and there 
was a tightness in my chest that was causing me to 
pant. I didn't know what was happening. Park started to 
breathe heavily also and his eyes glistened with erotic 
excitement.

I moaned as Park continued to squeeze my cock. We were 
both excited, but I was incredibly embarrassed too. 
Remembering the Club, I was afraid that something bad 
was going to happen... Then, without letting go of my 
small cock, Park pulled off his pants and underwear, 
struggling out of it. He grabbed my hand on put it on 
his naked prick. We weren't wrestling anymore. We were 
just holding onto each other's cocks and balls, moving 
our fists up and down, gently jerking each other off...

As Park started breathing faster and faster, I couldn't 
take it anymore. I got flustered and I sort of just got 
up, put my pants back on and left. It was too bizarre 
and I didn't understand the incredible itchy weirdness 
that I was feeling in my cock.

This episode played itself over many times in my mind 
for several weeks.

Then one day, during the winter, Park was playing over 
at my house, in my basement. We were playing a board 
game this time and he made a bet with me.

"Whoever loses has to do whatever the other guy wants," 
he said.

"Like what?" I replied. "I don't want to spend any 
money."

"Nah," he assured me. "Like a blow job."

"What's a blow job?" I asked, in all sincerity (Even 
though I detailed it here, the Club was still just an 
unreal memory).

"You'll see," he said. "Deal?"

What the heck. I didn't figure on losing and besides, 
even if I did, I didn't know what a blow job was, so 
how could I do one?

"Deal." I said.

Well, we played the game and I did lose.

"Okay," Park said. "Loser pays up."

"What? How can I do a blow job? I don't even know what 
it is."

"Remember when we were playing around a while ago?" he 
questioned me slyly.

His hand moved down to his crotch and he rubbed 
himself. I could see the bulge in his pants begin to 
grow. I immediately felt that weird, exciting sensation 
again in my stomach as I watched Park rub himself. 

"Watch," he said and proceeded to take off his pants 
and underwear. His youthful dick was already swollen 
and now that we weren't under the blanket, I could see 
that he had some pubic hair, unlike me and his hard 
dick was about than 5 inches long.  However, unlike 
mine, his prick had a foreskin, now stretched around 
his cock head with his piss hole exposed and sticking 
out .

"This is called my boner," he said. "Go ahead and touch 
it."

I shook my head no, as he continued to stroke his hard 
boy meat.

"C'mon, you were touching it before. Go ahead, just 
touch it, you'll like it," he told me and, when I 
didn't respond again, he grabbed my hand and pulled it 
to his rigid cock. 

In spite of the grabby game of a few weeks ago, this 
was something new. His stiff member jerked in my hand 
as I felt him. 

"What's that thing around the top of your... pee-pee?" 
I asked, feeling embarrassed at my baby words, but not 
ready to say "cock" or "prick."

"That's part of my dick, stupid. Everybody's is shaped 
like that."

"Not mine," I said, still feeling very strange.

"Let's see," said Park and he came to me and started 
undoing my belt.

I was both excited and curious by this time, so I 
helped him take off my pants, then I suddenly became 
shy again, standing there in my underwear, my hard 
little dick sticking out, with Park looking on, his 
cock pulsing at me. I felt queasy.

"C'mon," said Park, "Pull them down."

I felt I had no choice. I lowered my underwear and the 
queer sensations intensified, traveling once more from 
my stomach to my hairless, jutting penis. Park looked 
at my circumcised prick and said, "Wow, something 
happened to you. I've seen my brother's and my father's 
cocks and they both look like mine. I wonder if yours 
works the same way?"

He reached out to touch it and said, "Look, you do this 
thing called jerking off. Lie down and let me show 
you." 

I let go of his cock and laid back on the basement 
couch. Then Park grabbed my boy tool and started 
rubbing it up and down in his fist. This touch was the 
same bizarre feeling that I had had in his basement, 
and it was beginning to scare me again "If you're old 
enough," said Park, showing off his worldly knowledge, 
still stroking my naked flesh, squeezing my hard shaft 
with his hand, "when it feels really, really good, this 
white stuff comes out of your prick called jiz.

I was utterly fascinated... I remembered the men 
cumming in my mouth...

I started panting again... And then I started shaking 
and I remember that it was really, really scary, so I 
pulled his hand away and said, "I don't want to."

"OK," said Park, "but you have to give me my blow job."

"How do I do that," I asked.

"Sit up," he said as he stood up.

I did and his hard, throbbing peter was right in front 
of my face.

"Now, You should just put your mouth on it for a 
second."

When he said this, I jerked and moved back; would it 
hurt? 

"C'mon," he wheedled. "You promised."

With that, he put his hands on either side of my head 
and started pulling me toward him. I reluctantly let 
him until his pulsing dick was right in front of my 
lips. It was so much smaller than my dim memories. 

"Now, open your mouth and take it in," he said as he 
began rubbing his cock head across my lips.

I moved my head back and forth, not sure I wanted to do 
this, especially since his dick head was stranger than 
mine, but he held my head in place with his hand saying 
"C'mon, you promised."

I opened my mouth a little and he slid his cock past my 
lips, forcing them apart. The glans half covering his 
head rolled back as his cock expanded into my mouth and 
I felt repelled by this strange texture.

"Oh yeah,' he said, "this is great," even as I opened 
my mouth wider to try and avoid touching any part of 
his greasy feeling cock.

But then he moved and because of the fact that I was 
not touching his dick at all, he rammed all the way 
back and into my throat. I gagged and yanked my mouth 
off him.

"This is no fun," I complained. "I don' wanna."

"Wait," he demanded. "You promised. Look, if you do it 
right, it won't choke you. You just gotta put your lips 
around it. Now come on!"

With that he grabbed my head again and forced his 
excited dick into my mouth once more. I was scared but, 
I had promised.

"Now clamp down with just your lips and I'll slide it 
in and out."I wrapped my lips around his hard member as 
he began to move his hips a little, wiggling while I 
was still trying to keep him from touching any part of 
my mouth except my lips. 

"Boy," he said, stopping for a few seconds, enjoying 
the feel of my mouth, "This is nice." 

The fluttery sensations were wreaking havoc with my 
groin area and I still didn't know what to make of all 
this. I didn't know if I was feeling sick, or excited, 
or just weird. The only thing I did recognize was that 
my heart was beating faster and faster; Park's cock was 
"safe" and non-threatening compared to my lost 
memories; and I had that same kind of rush as I did 
when I was running around outside naked.

Then Park began pumping his cock in and out of my mouth 
in earnest. 

"This feels so good Greg," he moaned.

Each stroke seemed to go a little deeper until he was 
hitting up against the back of my mouth again. But he 
wasn't jamming into my throat, so I just tried to apply 
more pressure with my lips and squeezed his stiff 
member harder to hold him back. I found that if I 
sucked on him, like a lollipop, I could control it 
better. But then I had to use my tongue too, and I 
could feel his weird foreskin sliding back and forth in 
my mouth as he pulled out to the edge of my lips and 
back in again.

Then he cried, "Oh, oh , oh," and his pumping got 
faster. 

I was afraid he was going to slam it down my throat 
again, so I grabbed the base of his prick with both 
hands and squeezed. 

Then he moaned louder, "Ahhhh, ahhhhhhh, I'm cumming, 
I'm going to cum in your mouth."

The next thing I knew, he stopped and held my head as 
his prick began spasming in my mouth.

"Ahhhhhhhhhh," he cried and his whole body shuddered.

I sat there paralyzed, not knowing what to do as he 
seemed to go into mild convulsions. I stared up at him, 
his cock still in my mouth, as he looked down at me and 
closed his eyes as his body spasmed again.I realized 
that I had unconsciously grabbed my prick and was 
squeezing it hard, trying to stop the crazy sensations 
that were scaring me. I was breathing as hard as I 
felt, when Park finally let go of my head.. He pulled 
his wet penis out between my unresisting lips and 
stepped back. 

I looked at his glistening, dripping cock and I panted, 
"Is that jiz?"

"No, you retard, that's your spit. I don't get jiz 
yet."

Seeing my hand still clutching my still hard tool, he 
asked, "You want me to finish you off?"

"No," I said as I quickly let go of my member and stood 
up. "It feels funny. I wanna stop now." 

"OK," said Park amiably as he put on his underwear. "We 
can do it some other time." 

"I don't know," I temporized pulling up my underwear 
over my still throbbing hard on, "It feels funny," I 
repeated.

My hard on seemed to last for hours after that. It 
actually hurt a little bit and I was worried that I had 
damaged myself somehow.  But after I had finally become 
interested in something else, I noticed that it was 
gone.

Park wanted to play bets again about a week later, but 
I told him I didn't like it and he never brought it up 
again.

***

All of that winter, through 1966, I would occasionally 
squeeze my little hard on in the morning and wonder 
what had happened there with Park or Jimmy or even 
Eddie. I would sometimes try and associate my erection 
with the Club and all of the men, but it was a big 
jumble that I couldn't quite comprehend.

Then, one night, my mother told me to go downstairs to 
the basement to tell my brother, Jeff and his 
girlfriend, Delia, that it was time for Delia to go 
home.

When I went downstairs, it was pretty dark and there 
was no one in the main room, so I snuck through the 
darkened room and went around the corner to another 
room in the back. It sounded like someone was moaning, 
but I didn't know why. 

Jeff had low level funky colored lighting in the little 
back room, but I didn't need much light because, 
through the open doorway, not more than five feet away, 
Jeff and Delia were lying on the carpeting, clutching 
each other in a lustful embrace.

They were so engrossed with each other that they never 
noticed me at all in the dim light. I could see that 
she was naked from the waist up, even though Jeff was 
on top of her, passionately kissing her and I couldn't 
really see her breasts. But what I could really see was 
her wide open thighs and Jeff's hand rubbing her wet 
sex.  Her skirt was bunched up around her waist and 
Jeff's legs were next to hers with his crotch rubbing 
against her naked thigh as he fingered her hot cunt. 
Her wet, fleshy lips were open to my gaze and though I 
really didn't know what I was seeing, the smell of her 
fuck juices was a pungent odor that was like nothing I 
had ever smelt before.

She seemed to be protesting his assault on her wet sex; 
her hands were on his hand, trying to dislodge and 
moans of protest were coming from her mouth covered by 
his, but she was also practically naked and my senses 
were overwhelmed by what I saw and smelled. 

Literally, without thinking, I opened my pajama top and 
took it off, trying to assuage a weird tight feeling in 
my chest, running my hands over my body down to my 
naked stomach. I was panting and my dick was hard as I 
pushed down my pajama bottoms, sliding them to the 
floor. My mind was a blank as I stood there naked in 
front of Delia's fragrant wet, cunt, watching them 
writhe against each other; watching her crotch push 
against his hand, even as she tried to remove it. 

I put both hands on my cock and started squeezing it, 
rubbing it up and down. I leaned forward, smelling her 
cunt juices, masturbating furiously, squeezing my cock 
and balls, jerking my prick.

"AAAHHHHHHHHH" I cried out, suddenly, doubling over, 
clutching my organ as my world exploded with ecstasy as 
I went into my first orgasm!

"UNNnnn, uhh, uhh," I grunted as my whole body spasmed 
in orgiastic bliss.

My naked body convulsed as my boy cock rippled in hot 
fire and pleasure.

Both Jeff and Delia finally noticed me.

"JEsus Jeff! It's your brother!" Delia cried out 
pulling his hands away from her body, trying to cover 
herself; trying to get up, freaking out at the sight of 
this naked boy masturbating in front of her cunt... as 
I came...

"Damn it!" Jeff cried in frustration, watching me jerk 
as the pleasure rolled from my cock to the rest of my 
body.

Finally, the danger outweighed my orgasm and my head 
snapped up, looking at their angry faces. Even as my 
cock was still throbbing in orgasm, I jumped up as fast 
as I had ever done anything in my short life, grabbed 
my top, pulled up my pajamas, and ran for the door.

"Mom says its time to go!" I panted over my shoulder as 
I darted up the stairs.

I ran to my room, turned off the lights, went to bed 
and, trembling in the dark, I gently squeezed my still 
hard dick. I lay there in a stupor, almost asleep, 
until some time later, Jeff came to my room and knocked 
on the door. I tried to ignore him, but he whispered 
through the door, "If you don't open this, I am going 
to beat the shit out of you."

I got up and opened the door.

Jeff walked in and turned on the light and glared at 
me. 

"First of all, if you ever tell anybody about anything, 
I am going to beat the shit out of you. Is that 
understood?"

I nodded mutely. Jeff seemed really pissed.

"You are such a fucking pervert. I can't believe what 
you just fucking did. Take your fucking pajamas off."

My eyes popped wide open and my jaw dropped. But again, 
I mutely obeyed him, unbuttoning my pajama shirt and 
slipping my bottoms off until I was stark naked in 
front of my older brother. I was shaking in fear that 
he was going to do something bad to me, but my dick was 
still hard, in spite of the first orgasm of my life 
just about fifteen minutes ago.

Jeff stared at my naked body, my hard little peter 
bobbing under his gaze as I waited until I couldn't 
stand it anymore and I started to apologize, "I'm sorry 
Jeff," I whined, "I didn't..." 

"I was going to fuck her," he said interupting me, his 
voice low with menace, "I would have been fucking her 
in five minutes if you hadn't walked in. She probably 
won't even fucking go out with me again. It could be a 
fucking year before I get laid, you fuck dick. And 
you're fucking getting your rocks off, while I'm high 
and dry!" 

He was really angry and he grabbed my penis, squeezing 
and twisting it so that I groaned in pain.

"UUUooohhh," I moaned. "I'm sorry. Please. I'm sorry."

"Yeah, I'll bet you are. You will be too. You're a 
fucking faggot pervert, aren't you little brother? You 
need to see a real dick?  Here."

Jeff unbuckled his pants and pulled them down, exposing 
eight inches of hard meat. His cock looked enormous. 
His balls hung heavily from his veined meat.

This was the first hard adult cock I had seen since the 
Club. I had thought Eddie's meat was big, but he was 
tiny compared to my brother's hard rod. I stared at 
Jeff's penis, like a deer caught in the headlights, 
amazed at how thick it was and looking at its large, 
bulbous head. 

Again, my chest was tight and I was having trouble 
breathing at the sight of his protruding fuck meat. I 
was ashamed at my reaction and felt utter embarrassment 
that my brother should see me fascinated by his cock as 
I stood there naked, my hard on twitching and bobbing.

"Get on your knees" demanded my brother, pushing my 
naked body to the floor and drawing my face towards his 
huge cock.

My mouth was hanging open in stupor as he brought his 
cockhead to my lips.

"Lick it," said my brother.

Again, lost in sexual mesmerization, my entire naked 
body pulsing with lustful heat, I parted my lips and 
licked the underside of his cockhead. I could smell his 
sweat sex pheramones and Delia's musky cunt smell still 
lingered as the tight pressure coursed through my 
crotch. I kept licking at it, again flashbacking to the 
Club, not really knowing what I was supposed to do, but 
still tonguing his piss slit and then swirling around 
his hard shaft. I ran my tongue down almost to the base 
of my brother's rock hard meat and then back up. A 
clear viscous fluid was leaking from his cockhead. 

My brother then grabbed my head and pulled my still 
frightened face onto the fat tool of his man meat. His 
hard manhood thrust between my lips as my mouth 
stretched to accomidate him. He kept on pushing into 
his little brother's face until he reached the back of 
my throat. 

"GGHHHHHHghghhh" I gurgled, gagging.

He was choking me with his cock, but he didn't care as 
he held my head and shook his hips, forcing his thick, 
8 inch member into my throat, until his balls were 
smashing my chin. I felt like I had to puke. I couldn't 
breath. A line of drool ran from the corner of my 
mouth, dripping onto my chin and chest. I began to 
choke and gag as Jeff impaled me on his throbbing tool. 
I coughed and gasped when he finally withdrew his cock 
halfway, but he wouldn't let me spit it out. He left 
the glans resting on my quivering tongue.

"I said lick it," my brother demanded menacingly.

I swirled my tongue around the head, almost retching, 
trying to keep him from killing me by choking me to 
death with his turgid member. I sucked on Jeff's 
swelling cockead, grateful to be able to breath, hoping 
that he wasn't really going to kill me. 

Jeff let me ease my sore throat, by letting me grab his 
cock, like I had done with Park, trying to work it in 
and out of my mouth without letting it hit the back of 
my throat repeatedly.

I shuddered and gasped as he pulled his hard shaft out 
and then slammed it in again, pushing deep into my 
throat again, cutting off my air, stretching my boyish 
lips. Again, he pulled all the way out and again he 
thrust it all the way in bruising my tender throat. He 
held me there as I struggled to breath. 

"Yeah, fucking little brother, you really like cock, 
don't you?" Jeff stated savagely as he cut off my air, 
my face beginning to turn red from the lack of oxygen, 
as I tried to breath through my nose.

"Ughghhhhhhhh" I gasped as he withdrew his massive tool 
again, pulling it free of my mouth.

He started slapping my face, wet with sweat and saliva, 
with his heavy cock, the thick precum smearing my 
cheeks. My own rigid little cock pulsed with newfound 
lust.

Then Jeff thrust his meat into my mouth again, and 
started fucking my face hard, using my boy cunt mouth. 
I gagged repeatedly as he fucked my throat, his full 
length disappearing between my boyish lips to the hilt. 
His balls slapped hard against my chin, his pubic hair 
smashing into my nose. I struggled for breath, trying 
to catch small gasps of air as his thick dick popped in 
and out of my throat. 

The feelings in my naked boy body became a raging 
torrent and I began to shake, my gasping pants barely 
enought to keep me going.  I tried to suck the man cock 
in my mouth, my cheeks hollowing and filling with every 
thrust of Jeff's hips. He began to fuck faster and 
faster into me, battering my lips and throat with his 
hard driving hips. My mouth overflowed with saliva, 
dripping onto my chest and cock. Suddenly, I could feel 
Jeff's cock growing and expanding as he buried it deep 
with my constricting throat, skewering me without 
mercy. I fought to breathe as my brother erupted into 
the warm wet cavern of my sucking mouth, his thick, hot 
liquid flooding my throat.

My cheeks expanded like a balloon to keep from choking 
on the great gushes of sperm that spurted from his 
ejaculating penis. I started retching, overloaded, 
feeling like I was going to black out from lack of air 
as he pumped his fiery load into me. I felt his cum 
bubbling in the back of my throat, being forced up into 
my nasal passages again, and into my nose as he held me 
fast. It squirted out the corners of my mouth around 
his pulsating cannon, adding to the fluids dripping 
onto my chin and naked chest. 

"Uggggggnnnnnn" I gagged as his overloaded balls 
emptied their hot juices into my abused little boy 
body. 

I felt like I was blacking out when he finally pulled 
his meat from my cum filled throat and I collapsed onto 
all fours, gasping for breath, coughing up his cum, 
feeling it drip out my nose. I was thoroughly fucked. 

I was sobbing and coughing, the hot tears mixing with 
sperm and spit as I continued to cough up sperm, scared 
and unsure of everything.

Then, Jeff told me, "Come here and clean off my dick." 

Too scared to resist, still gasping and coughing, I got 
back on my knees again and let him rub his half hard 
penis all over my face, smearing his cum and mixing it 
with my tears. Even though I was still crying, it 
somehow felt good. I could breath again and I liked the 
feel of his cock on my cheeks. I started rubbing my 
face on his prick and crotch until he slid it once more 
between my lips, coating them with cum again. This time 
I stuck out my tongue and started licking his meat 
before he could shove it down my throat again. Jeff 
seemed to like that and let me lick and suck him clean 
without forcing more of his thick meat into my mouth.  
When I finished cleaning the cum off of his dick, he 
pulled away.

"Good night Greg," he said, walking towards the door. 
"Remember, not a word to anyone."

"Oh... no... I promise," I stuttered, as I sat there 
naked, soaked with tears and cum, "G-good night."

After he left, I sat there in a daze, naked, my dick 
throbbing painfully, my throat raw, sore and clogged 
with cum.

I didn't know what just happened.

I knew that I had sucked my brother off like Park said 
guys do. I knew my throat hurt and my nose was clogged 
with snot and jiz, like Park had said. But I still had 
no clue as to what had just happened. Jeff had punished 
me for spying on him and exposing myself to his 
girlfriend. That seemed logical. 

But right at that moment, I still didn't know that I 
had had an orgasm earlier. All I knew is that Jeff had 
punished me by pissing jiz into my throat. All I knew 
that I was incredibly hot and tight and my crotch ached 
and my throat hurt and suddenly all of the buried 
memories from the Club totally intermingled with the 
present and I knew I wanted to suck Jeff's cock 
again....

I fell asleep still naked, clutching my hard cock, 
covered with Jeff's cum.

Jeff went back to college a few days later and I didn't 
see him again for awhile. Before he left, he warned me 
again not to tell anyone what had happened. I didn't 
tell him I got hard thinking about it... 

By the end of that winter, my cock and balls had grown 
bigger and I had developed wisps of pubic hair. I was 
still too young to have "jiz," but I loved jerking off. 
It was incredible. I started masturbating as often as I 
could, marveling that nobody had ever told me about 
this and actually wondering if other people knew they 
could do this....

Then, I found Jeff's porn novels.

I had two older brothers and an older sister. My sister 
is nine years older than I was, and she was already 
married by this time.  One brother is a year and a half 
older than I am - Mark. And Jeff, my other brother was 
6 years older than I. Jeff was off at college and I 
didn't see him much any more. But he and his buddies 
had built a sort of recreation room /party room in the 
basement they called the "Dun," sort of a combination 
of dungeon and den. There were all sorts of couches and 
pillows and posters and colored lights. Over the years 
we painted the walls weird (this was the sixties) and 
just freaked it up in general. There was a little back 
room in the Dun - that was where Park and I had played 
"bets" and where Jeff had been making out with Delia.

One of the things that Mark and I would do a lot is 
search each other's rooms and anyplace else we felt 
like in the big, six bedroom house that we grew up in. 

We were always thinking up secret hiding places that 
nobody (so we thought) else could find. Jeff was away 
at college, so all the boxes that he had piled up in 
the Dun were fair game for searching. I really hadn't 
found anything of interest, but then again, I had never 
searched to the bottom of the pile. I guess Jeff had 
been counting on that, because that's where I found his 
collection of pornographic novels.

I spent the next several years, all of my adolescent 
and teenage life, getting a very hot education on sex - 
Sex with women; sex with girls; sex with boys and girls 
and dogs; Dads and Moms with their pre-pubescent sons 
and daughters; adults with children and animals; women 
tied up and whipped in dungeons; women getting fucked 
in the cunt; getting fucked in the mouth; and getting 
fucked in the ass; kids fucking kids; sons getting it 
in the ass from their Dads; brothers fucking sisters; 
brothers fucking sisters and Dads and Moms and Aunts 
and Uncles and horses and bananas and whatever.....

I began jerking off to the golden age of the 
pornographic novel industry. Now, I was 12 years old by 
then, but I still wasn't very savvy on what the rest of 
the world was doing. I never thought much about why 
Jeff had gotten all of these dirty books. I just knew 
they were mine now (As long as he didn't find out and 
beat the shit out of me).

I learned about everything that had happened to me 
sexually so far from the pornographic novel. Even 
though I knew these stories were fiction - based on my 
experiences I figured that there was a whole wide world 
of perversion out there. It was all forbidden. It just 
"happened" if you were in the right place at the right 
time. And, Nobody ever talked about it. I mean, my own 
father was a pervert and he was the straightest, most 
normal father that I knew of. As far as I knew, he and 
my mother didn't even fuck. My older brother was 
pervert. Therefore, my enjoyment of these perversions 
was okay, based on the porn novels I was reading. 

This was my outlook on life for many years to come. 
Forbidden. 

Wrong. Perversion. And Total Secrecy. 

I loved my brother's porn collection. To this day, I 
have never seen such a variety of sensual degradation. 
He must have had a hundred different novels.

I fantasized and fantasized....

* young twins, my age, a boy and a girl, camping on an 
island, both getting fucked in the ass by their father 
and their uncle... 

* a beach bum, fucking a very young girl on the beach, 
after first having inserted a banana into her cunt and 
then licking and eating it out...

* a woman, naked, hanging in chains in a dungeon, being 
whipped and tortured by her captor, shoving barbed 
dildoes up her ass and cunt... 

* an older sister coming in naked to her young brother 
and waking him up from sleep by sucking him off and 
then fucking him....(I really liked that one :)

* an older brother raping his young sister while his 
cousin waited his turn, both of them fucking her in her 
ass, her cunt and mouth.... 

* a young woman in a special harness so that she could 
get fucked by a horse, the description of his huge cock 
opening her up in massive detail....

* my favorite story that I read again and again of a 
girl, naked, getting fucked by the family dog in a 
garage while her brother and all of his friends 
watched, until they too fucked her over and over and 
over again.... 

* and on and on and on. These books shaped my sexuality 
for all time. Porn was my master and for the rest of my 
life, nothing was too bizarre, too kinky, or too 
dangerous - as long as it made me hard. Which, at those 
teenaged pubescent years, everything made me hard....

***

It was over a year later until I had any more real 
sexual experiences, but my fantasies were endless along 
with my orgasms.

In the autumn of 1967, my brother Mark (who was then 15 
years old) and I were having an argument about me 
supposedly stealing his comic books.Mark was about 6 
feet tall at this point (he eventually reached 6'4" ) 
and weighed about 240 pounds. He could have been a 
linebacker. He had dark hair, no glasses and was pretty 
good looking for a big fat guy. He had begun to grow 
his hair longer (it almost touched his ears). Hey, it 
was 1967.

The subject went to ridiculing each other's secret 
hiding places and how easy they were to find. Mark 
finally said, "All right, I'll make you a bet. I'll bet 
that I can hide this piece of paper in my room and you 
can't find it in fifteen minutes."

"That's a stupid bet," I said. "I'll win. And if I do, 
I get to keep the comic books."

"Yeah," said Mark. "Well, if I win, you have to blow 
me!"

"Sure," I said. "It's a bet."

The odd thing was, was that I really didn't think about 
it. We were both pissed at each other and I never 
figured that I'd have to pay up anyway. In spite of 
everything I'd already done and all of my pornographic 
reading fantasies, it simply never crossed my mind that 
my brother wasn't just making a ridiculous bet.

To make a long story short, especially the last few 
minutes when I begged him for clues like "hot" and 
"cold," I didn't find the paper. (He had hidden it 
inside his telephone.)

Mark promptly pulled off his pants, lay down on the bed 
and told me to pay up. 

His 6 inch cock was hard but only about 3 or 4 inches 
around.  However, it was curved almost like a 
boomerang. I stared at it without moving. It looked 
really odd to me. He had a few dark, fine curly pubic 
hairs, but even though he was older, he was almost at 
the exact same developmental stage as I was. But my 
cock wasn't shaped like that. The curve was strange. My 
dick was straight when it got hard. 

My brother interrupted my thoughts.

"Do it now," he demanded. "We made a bet. You want to 
be a welsher?"

I didn't want him to tattle on me for not paying up on 
my bet (Hey, I already told you that I was a fairly 
stupid adolescent.  "Like who was he gonna tell," never 
occurred to me.) so, I tentatively bent down and put my 
mouth over the head of his hard dick.

"Go ahead," he said, "blow me."

I some idea of what to do, so I started moving my mouth 
up and down, my lips lightly touching the sides of his 
cock, literally blowing hot air on his dick. I don't 
know what this would have achieved, but he began 
jerking the bottom of his prick as I blew on the top. 
After about ten seconds of this, he yelled, "Yeah!, 
Ahhhhhh!" and lifted up his hips to thrust his dick 
farther into my mouth. At the same time I clamped down 
with my lips to keep him from gagging me. 

His hips shuddered and his cock started pulsing and I 
felt a hot salty goo splash up against the back of my 
throat. I didn't know if I should swallow or spit it 
out in disgust, like they did sometimes in the porn 
novels. My other brother's mouth rape was over a year 
ago.. I backed off, but at the same time, Mark kept on 
cumming, filling up my mouth even as I pulled off of 
him. I wanted to see him cum so I pulled my head off 
his cock to look, gagging and swallowing all at once, a 
glob of semen dripping out of my mouth as another shot 
of cum hit me on my upper lip.I was absolutely 
fascinated. Mark continued to fist his dick, shuddering 
and pumping until his orgasm stopped.

I wiped the semen off my nose and face and looked at it 
while I swallowed the last of salty residue, rubbing my 
tongue around my teeth to get out the taste. This was 
his cum!

As in: "I'M CUMMMMING, AS HIS HOT WAD SPLASHED ALL OVER 
HER TITS AND FACE!" This was jiz, spunk, sperm. And now 
I actually knew what it was.

I had been reading these fuck books for so long now and 
masturbating, but I hadn't been producing any sperm. 
So, now I was totally enthralled by the idea of his 
sperm. I wondered if Mark's sperm tasted different from 
Jeff's sperm. I was lost in the perverse pleasure of 
eating my brother's cum... But, by this time, my 
brother was embarrassed and his dick was starting to 
get soft, so he looked at me and said, " You faggot. 
You're disgusting. Go clean up."

I quickly got up and went to the bathroom where I 
rinsed my mouth out and cleaned my hands and face.

As I noted, sex and deeply personal issues were never 
discussed in our family, so therefore neither my 
brother nor I ever talked about this incident. The next 
time we discussed it, it was more or less, 
accidental...

Continued in part 2...

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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