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A Very Young Man's Summer Job, 1962
by Raj Pepper (backinthehayloftagain@yahoo.com)

***

1962. Unobserved, the new kid at the hardware store sees 
his co-workers sucking cock, intensely, and wonders... 
This is a coming of age story where cock play is the 
rule of the day. (MMm, 1st-gay-expr, mast, oral, anal, 
orgy)

***

Author's Note: If you are under 18, do not read this 
story. If erotic fiction is illegal where you are, leave 
this site. See author's notes at the end, if you like.

***

Chapter 1

Everyone has that moment when sex becomes real, that 
week, that month where what had been abstract pictures 
in old magazines tucked away and stories overheard in 
the locker room become sweat, pounding hearts and 
rasping breath, wide eyed with wild smiles and full of 
passions that one didn't even realized existed until 
that moment.
These were the first weeks of that journey for me, and I 
couldn't see it coming...

***

Miller's Hardware Store was at the end of Main Street, 
and was one of those great places that define a town. 
Built in the late 1880s, Miller's was laid out as a 
lumber yard on the side, a feed store alongside the 
loading docks around back, and the hardware store 
anchoring the whole complex in the middle. Miller's had 
a scent that has since gone from the public 
consciousness; the smells of lumber, fresh and cured on 
racks, and the smells of various feeds and bagged 
fertilizers stacked up on pallets. 

Those pleasant odors permeated the whole compound, and 
as you entered the hardware store proper you got a 
relaxed, comforting noseful that let you know you were 
in a familiar place. A place where life was good, life 
went on, there was continuity to the world.

Cheshire wasn't so much a railroad town, though we had 
commercial and passenger trains coming through, as it 
was a town whose industry and manufacturing served the 
railroad industry. My father had been a vice president 
of a firm that made interiors for passenger cars before 
he passed away two years before. I was a strong young 
man of 13 and a good student, athletically as well as 
academically, at Allen Academy, the only upscale private 
school in the area. 

A neighbor and long time friend of the family made a 
suggestion to my mother that I apply to be one of the 
'summer boys' at Miller's. Part time employment at the 
hardware store had been a rite of passage for many 
youths around town for generations, and I did need 
something to lift me out of my melancholy. 

Miller's became much busier in the spring and summer, 
and typically one kid would start around Easter break 
and another would begin when school let out, both 
leaving in the fall when classes resumed. The numbers 
had been higher before the big Sears opened outside of 
town in '58, and some of those boys back then had stayed 
working weekends through Halloween.

We had a week off for Easter break, and I was hired on 
as that summer boy.

Mr. Miller was a strong, stocky character who was born 
to the hardware store and would pass with the hardware 
store. Cheerful and pleasant to be around, he didn't 
talk too much, but boomed when he did. He liked 
listening to the radio, and his world was the front of 
the store, where he had a great view of the street. 
Strong as an ox and built like a tank, I watched him 
lift the corner of a hay wagon once, a superhuman feat 
that he no more acknowledged than brushing the hair out 
of his face. 

His wife was happy and sensible in a churchy sort of 
way, and his kids were young and rambunctious. They 
lived in the better part of town, as did my mother and 
me, and his family usually made a weekly appearance at 
the store.

Cale and Edward were the regular employees, Cale 19 and 
working his way through college, Ed a 20 something 
perpetual teenager. They had me work the full week of 
Easter vacation, then I was to only come in on Saturdays 
until summer. Friday early evenings on standby as 
needed. Ed made it his duty to show me the place on the 
first day, and his general goofiness mixed with a strong 
center of responsible 'how to' set the right tone for 
the job. 

He took me up and down every aisle of the store and 
explained things as we went, then showed me the lumber 
yard and how the feed section worked. Kooky as he was, 
it didn't seem the least bit out of character when he 
paused at one end of the back loading dock and told me 
to bend down and take a peek. We were looking through a 
crack in the wooden wall, so small that only an employee 
would know such a crazy thing existed, but the view 
looked right into the ladies' room. 

"Pretty rare we get anyone worth looking at," he said, 
grinning, "But if I tell you to get me a sack of 
Kilmer's, I might really need the Kilmer's, or I might 
be giving you the signal to have a look." There was a 
mountain of sacks of Kilmer's feed blocking anyone's 
view of a peeping tom, and we both laughed.

At the other end of the loading dock, after explaining 
everything else in the feed area, Edward had another 
place to look behind another mountain of sacks, and I 
dutifully followed his lead. This crack looked right 
onto the trough urinal in the men's room, at the other 
corner of the hardware store from the ladies' room, and 
there was a cock just a foot from my face taking a leak! 

"Jeezus christ!" I hissed at Ed as I jumped back, 
"Somebody's in there pissin' right now! Damn you!" I was 
red faced and embarrassed, and angry. but Ed thought 
that was hilarious, and his genuine humor cracked me up, 
too, and the laughs calmed me right down. 

"Probably Cale," he said, laughter still in his voice. 
"Good thing it wasn't Miller with his elephant dick, or 
you'd have nightmares after seein' it!" he added with a 
laugh as we continued our tour. I laughed, too, but I 
was amazed that anybody could talk so casually about 
something as private as your dick. It was just something 
no one ever spoke about out loud, at least not to my 
ears they hadn't.

It was a great place to work, and there were lots of 
men, young and old, some neighbors I knew, some 
strangers, who said hello and asked if I was the new 
summer boy, then told me with genuine fondness how 
they'd been that summer boy 5, 10, 20 years before. Even 
middle aged housewives and little old ladies had had 
husbands or sons who'd been summer boys, years before, 
and they nodded approvingly with nostalgia.

There were lots of steady tasks to do as crates and 
pallets arrived on big trucks and displays were 
rearranged and set up. There wasn't a lot of sit around 
time, and my tasks included all sorts of spring cleaning 
that needed doing. All the duties needed to be done in 
the manner that Miller's had always done it, and there 
were rules as well. 

If we went up the street to the luncheonette for a soda 
or coffee, we were to let Mr. Miller or one of the guys 
know, and the same held true if we were going to the 
bathroom. That would save us from hollerin' for 
assistance from someone who wasn't there at the moment. 
If we had to take a dump, we were requested to try to do 
that when the place wasn't really busy, if possible. 

Day one was a Friday and day two a busy Saturday, and 
they were spent learning the routine and stocking, 
unpacking, receiving and cleaning. My third day there, 
Monday, I could hear Cale tell Mr. Miller he was heading 
for the john, and in a moment of sort of wickedly silly 
curiosity, I slipped out the rear door to the loading 
dock and took my place, out of sight, on the edges of a 
pile of grain sacks and leaned forward to have a peek. I 
just was a little curious to have a better, less 
panicked view this time, to see if his cock was the one 
I'd seen before, and if it looked like mine. Nothing 
more than that, really, just curious about seeing it.

Cale's dick did look like mine, only more grown up, and 
seeing a real cock close up, really seeing it, just a 
foot from my face, was a first for me. I thought it was 
cool, and I pulled at my dick a little through my pants 
and enjoyed the feeling. I didn't feel guilty, just felt 
a rush of excitement the way I felt when I jerked off. 
Full of energy. Cale didn't stay long, but while he was 
there I got a good look before he shook it and 
unknowingly stretched it right towards me.

That night, after a long day's work, I pulled up my 
nightshirt and played with my dick and stretched my ball 
sack. I closed my eyes and thought about peepin' at 
Cale, and it was funny as well as a little wicked. I'd 
seen photos of cocks and pussies and sucking and fucking 
in my father's well hidden stash of mostly old European 
porn, all things he'd gotten during the war, but 
actually seeing a dick, close up, that was something. I 
thought about Ed's description of Mr. Miller's dick, and 
wondered if it really was unusually big, and wondered 
how Ed had gotten a look at it. 

Had he looked through the same hole I'd watched Cale 
through? Had he stood next to him at the trough, 
pretending not to notice the way I pretended not to look 
when I sidled up next to somebody in the john? In truth 
I loved looking at other guy's dicks in public toilets, 
but I never got a really good look, because I was always 
afraid to actually LOOK. I liked seeing Cale's dick, and 
I looked down at mine as I stretched it. I imagined 
Cale's cock getting bigger, then bigger, then attached 
to Mr. Miller. 

I pulled my shirt all the way off and shot a jizz load 
much further than usual. Right up to under my chin and 
across my shoulder, the last ooze dribbling onto my 
stomach where it usually landed. I slowly wiped it up a 
finger full at a time and tongued it off my fingers 
while thinking about the day, then drifted to a solid 
sleep. I was tired, and had worked plenty hard.

The next day, Tuesday, late morning after I stocked a 
lot of shelves, I told Mr. Miller that I had to use the 
bathroom and that I'd probably be a few minutes. I 
thought that was a good way to say I had to do more than 
pee, and the store was in that late morning weekday lull 
at that point anyway. I had never sat down in the toilet 
in the store before, and the walls and door were the 
same sort of comfortable, well worn old wood as the rest 
of the building. The toilet paper holder had clearly 
been replaced with a more modern unit that didn't fit 
the space exactly. As I pulled paper from it I could 
feel it was a little loose, and there was a quarter inch 
gap between the holder and the rear edge of the square 
hole for the old unit. 

As I sat, someone came in, and I leaned back to see what 
I could see, just out of curiosity. I could tell right 
away from the clothes that it was Miller, though from my 
vantage point I could only see him mid stomach to mid 
thigh. Remembering Ed's description and suddenly really 
excited to see if it was such a big deal, I tingled with 
a funny feeling while waiting to see his cock. I had 
never seen a fully grown man's dick, considering Cale as 
just a slightly more grown up version of me, except for 
stolen glances in the library or the park toilets while 
standing next to a stranger. 

The showers at school didn't count, because everybody 
was very fast about keeping covered until the last 
second, and facing away from each other while drying and 
dressing was how it was always done. Straight cock 
staring just wasn't ever done, and besides, those were 
kid cocks like mine. I was more than a little jazzed to 
see an actual man dick, and this was my moment.

Miller didn't just unzip and pull out. He slipped his 
suspenders down, spread his stance a little and lowered 
his pants and underwear, then flipped his left hand up 
under his balls and cock to flop it all forward. He 
grabbed his dick with his right paw, pulled the skin 
back and let go a stream. The head had skin stretched 
around it about halfway up towards the tip, really tight 
it seemed, but if he had a foreskin, I thought that 
would be baggy skin hanging off the front. My face was 
glued to the opening watching all this, less than three 
feet away. I was wide eyed and grinning, and found 
myself stroking my cock like crazy. 

All this was new to me, but I liked what I was seeing, 
and I liked what I was feeling. Miller's cock was big, 
but not like an elephant, just big and full and meaty, 
and his balls and ballsack looked like they had real 
weight to them. My dick, which I really liked just the 
way it was, seemed thin in comparison, and my balls 
looked more like nuts. His balls looked like actual 
balls.

Then he shook it and stroked out the last drop, then 
turned towards the stall where I was and stroked it 
again! Three long strokes, really slow and deliberate. 
Then he flopped his whole dick and balls upwards a few 
strokes with his hand up underneath, not a foot from my 
face. Did he know I could see him? I was shivering and 
shaking while he put it all away and returned to the 
shop. 

I wasn't expecting anything like this, and my jizz shot 
all over my pumping hand, some shooting past the hand 
and onto the floor. I quickly cleaned it up and got back 
to work, still shaking a little, but definitely smiling 
while I worked. When I asked what had to be done next, 
Mr. Miller gave no indication that... that what? That 
I'd seen him pee and stretch his thick dick?

He couldn't have known that I could see him. Didn't I 
pull and stretch my dick a little sometimes after I 
peed? Wouldn't it have been natural to turn towards the 
corner and the wall next to the urinal if you wanted to 
stretch it a little, just for a little privacy?

I lay in bed that night and really worked my cock with 
my mother's lotion, my eyes closed, thinking over and 
over about Mr. Miller's cock. It's girth and how the 
skin moved on it as his finger and thumb squeezed up and 
down the length of it. It filled up my whole view like 
sitting in the front row at the movies, and my eyes 
squeezed shut tighter as I shot a power shot of jizz and 
my body bucked on the bed like little convulsions.

The next day, Wednesday already, I scrubbed both 
bathrooms and Cale showed me what to do. Mr. Miller 
insisted that the bathrooms be spotless, something that 
businesses think little of anymore. A little later, Ed 
announced quietly that he had to hit the john, and I 
could hear Miller say "OK." I didn't know where Cale 
was, but I said I was going to sweep up the loading 
dock, one of my duties during 'spring cleaning,' and 
another pleasant "OK,' came from the front of the store. 
I heard the bell over the front door as I went around 
back. The one customer in the shop was just heading out.

I took my place behind the pile of feed sacks and leaned 
in for a look. Ed's cock was pointing right towards my 
face like Cale's had the other day, and he had a 
foreskin! A real one like a few I'd seen at school, but 
those I'd only seen for a split second and never pointed 
right at my face pissing. He pulled the skin back a 
little and a stream came shooting out of the loose 
cluster of skin. My hand pulled on my suddenly hardening 
dick through my pants, again amazed at the spectacle of 
someone else's cock so close to my face.

The bathroom door opened again and somebody entered the 
toilet and let the door slam. I couldn't see who. 
Utterly to my amazement, Ed's dick started to grow, and 
he started to stroke it in a slow, sort of strong way, 
sort of squishing it as his thumb and forefinger 
squeezed up and down its length. Then I heard a sort of 
muffled clanking sound just out of visual range. Ed 
turned to the side and dropped to his knees. I could 
just see him from the edge of his ear to the back of his 
head and from his shoulders to the top of his head. 

What was going on? His head and shoulders were moving in 
a steady rhythm towards the wall, and then it hit me! 
Someone was in the stall and had unscrewed the loose 
paper holder, stuck their dick through, and Ed was 
sucking it! That was it! I knew it even though I'd never 
heard of such a thing, had never actually seen anything 
like that, and couldn't fully see what was going on. I 
KNEW what was happening!

Ed let out a mumbled, mouth filled groan, which seemed 
out of character for the nutty guy I knew, and I thought 
I could hear another more muffled groan coming from the 
stall. I started pumping my dick like crazy, then the 
bell over the front door of the store rang out clear, 
and there was a mad dash for everybody to get back to 
work.

As I buckled up and trotted back into the shop from out 
back, I could see Ed and Cale moving away from the 
bathroom. It was Cale who was getting his dick sucked by 
Ed! I was thinking that it must have felt great, and 
immediately tried to fathom how they ever got involved 
in such a crazy pastime together. I mean, how the hell 
do you even approach the subject? I was just amazed, but 
I was also boiling with a totally crazy heat. Stocking 
shelves, my hands shook a little, and my head just 
swirled and swirled with this new knowledge of something 
so... so what? Wicked? Cool? 

I didn't know words for what I was feeling, but it 
totally distracted me until Mr. Miller's telling me a 
second time to do something snapped me out of it. A 
little later I went around back again and jerked off 
like a tornado, shooting like a lightning bolt across 
the old wooden wall in the back. I couldn't help it. I 
was full of this totally crazy feeling. Crazy, but I was 
smiling from ear to ear.

I knew I wanted my cock sucked. In all the old photos 
showing close ups of German women sucking German men, I 
always imagined those lips were around my meat while 
jerking off. Could I get Ed to suck my dick? How? How 
could I get Ed to actually suck my dick? Did Cale suck 
Ed's cock too? Would Cale suck my dick? How did it feel? 
Probably even better than when I jerked off with lotion, 
and that felt amazing. 

I'd heard older boys at school talking about women 
sucking your cock, and how it felt even better than 
fucking a wet, juicy pussy. Maybe at SOME point one of 
these guys would give me a blowjob, but how do you ask 
someone to suck your dick? There just is no way I could 
think of.

That night I rolled my legs up and over my head in my 
bed and slowly pulled myself into position to get the 
tip of my cock into my mouth. I could really only push 
my lips around the head and tongue the slit. I jerked 
off towards my mouth like I'd done dozens of times 
before, but this time I wasn't thinking about my stash 
of old porn. I was thinking about two guys I work with, 
and the possibilities. 

I had never thought such things before, never considered 
all the variables. What if I had to suck them, too? 
Would I do it? Would I like it? What would their dicks 
feel like in my mouth? As I thought about it, I pushed 
my lips out more and strained my body just a little more 
to get my whole dick head into my mouth. At this angle 
the pressure made my cock head seem even bigger and I 
more consciously gave myself a little blowjob, and 
imagined it was their dick head I was sucking, then I 
backed off to a more comfortable distance and started to 
jerk faster. 

I shot a jizm stream straight down into my mouth, a real 
strong squirt then a slower one. I imagined it was Ed's 
cock shooting, then I puckered my lips again up to the 
head and licked the tip clean and thought about Cale and 
his dick. Maybe I could suck them. Maybe I could suck 
them both. I unrolled my body and lay there, tired from 
the day but still stroking my cock. 

I think I could actually suck their cocks. It had to be 
just like now, me licking my own dick and slurping up my 
own come, only more fun. They had figured out how to 
have fun cocksucking, and I wanted a part of it. Really 
wanted a part of it. But how to make it happen?

Thursday was a tough day of work with lots of trucks in 
and out, and there was no slipping off to look at 
anything in the morning, but my mind was never far from 
what I'd seen the day before, and what that meant to my 
new goal of getting my dick sucked, and maybe sucking 
them too. 

It took up my thoughts throughout the day and I stayed 
in a pretty excited state of mind, but whenever I was 
working with or talking to or just passing either guy, 
there was no indication that they knew I'd seen 
anything. I stole discreet glances at their crotches, 
but no boners, while I had to hide mine and try to think 
it down from rock hard.

That afternoon, I made my quiet bathroom announcement to 
Mr. Miller and headed to the stall. As I sat on the 
toilet, I could see the round headed nuts that held the 
newer paper holder in place were loose on the bolts, all 
but one almost all the way out. 

Just out of curiosity, I unscrewed three of them and 
left the little rounded nuts in a row along the wooden 
stall shelf. The fourth was just a turn away, and I 
undid it, again just out of curiosity. The paper holder 
dropped neatly into my hand, and I was looking through a 
very old, very smooth square opening in the wood. This 
was how Cale got his dick sucked! 

For fun, I stood up and moved forward, putting my cock 
through the wall. The hole was big, probably 6 inches by 
8. Big. I imagined Ed on his knees, sucking my dick, 
then I sat down again and jerked my now hard johnson.

The door to the bathroom opened and I snatched up the 
roll holder and put it back in place in a panic, faster 
that I could have imagined, getting one top screw back 
in place with just enough twist to keep it from falling 
and terrified that whoever came in heard the slight 
sound it made as it went into place. Holding my dick 
with one hand, I snuck a look around the back of it and 
there was Mr. Miller, pants down as before, pissing with 
what looked to be half a boner. 

It really was big now, at least compared to how it had 
hung before, and I really was amazed. As I stared at it 
and pulled at my own cock, I was starting to shake, 
physically, and I couldn't seem to stop myself, when 
Miller gave his cock a wiggle and a stretch, and turned 
to face the wooden stall. This time though, as he 
stretched and then stroked his cock, it grew into a real 
man's dick. 

I suddenly realized, almost in terror, that he could 
probably see me looking at him, especially if he knew 
where I would be looking from. Fear shot through me as I 
realized my boss could see me looking at his dick. 
Panic, and shaking, yet I still had a hold of my cock, 
and my face was still right up to the wall, staring with 
the widest eyes I've ever had.

He moved closer, and the tip of his cock was just beyond 
the slit I was looking through. His strokes were slow, 
long and deliberate. My left hand had settled on my ball 
sack, and my right hand was now really stroking my cock 
as I kept my face close to the wall and stared in 
amazement. I was breathing through my open mouth, and I 
could hear my breathing. Not loud, but it had a shake to 
it, just like my limbs were shaking. Shaking almost 
violently. I never felt anything like this combination 
of excitement and fear. 

His cock touched the opening. Actually touched it. The 
meaty head filled part of the space then pulled back, 
then pressed gently in again. His cock was now quietly 
pressing, almost slapping against it, over and over and 
over. I don't know what I was thinking, but I took my 
hand off my cock and in an instant my fingertips were 
caressing the big head of his dick through the narrow 
space in the wall. 

It was an insane thing to do, but this was an insane 
moment. His cock head was smooth and meaty and very warm 
to the touch. Soft and hard. I heard an almost inaudible 
breathy but very deep and manly moan from his side of 
the wall, then my left hand suddenly just leapt to the 
paper roll holder and unscrewed the last hanging nut 
from the wall. In an instant I had the whole fleshy tube 
in my hand, squeezing it, stroking up, pulling it.

I had never touched another man's dick before, and in a 
quick moment it seemed to fill the whole opening as I 
pulled his ball sack through with my left hand. He was 
leaning in, holding the top of the stall, me gently 
pulling and kneading his balls and sack with my left 
hand and stroking his now fully hard dick with my right. 
My hands were still shaking, though I wasn't afraid, I 
just couldn't seem to help it. I pulled it fully through 
and turned my whole body towards the wall, then started 
to rock back and forth with my upper body as I stroked 
Miller's now hard cock. 

It was probably 8 inches long, but it was fat like a 
ring baloney, and my hand didn't go all the way around 
it. I rocked while I stroked because my arm seemed 
almost frozen at the elbow and was clenched tight to my 
side, but my body took over the motion that stroked his 
beautiful, handsome cock. I stared at it, wide eyed, 
really drinking in how it looked, as my motions brought 
my face closer and away, closer and away. Without even 
understanding what I was doing, my mouth opened as I 
rocked, pulling myself towards it as I pointed it up 
towards my mouth, all the while rocking, rocking. 
Without thinking, my mouth opened wider as I rocked. 

My hot breath was pouring over it in gaspy exhales. 
Then, for only a split second, it grazed my lips and 
tongue, a cock actually touched my tongue and upper lip, 
and only then I realized my tongue was filling the lower 
part of my open mouth. I said the word "Ohhhhh" as a 
long breathy exhale, totally surprised by the sound of 
my own voice. My mouth opened even wider, and my tongue 
lolled out even further. 

I rocked and rocked my head. my shoulders, my upper 
body, squeezing it, pulling it, staring at it, breathing 
hard through my mouth and it bumped again on my tongue 
and my lips as I played with his balls with my left 
hand. Now the tip was actually going into and back out 
of my mouth as I rocked and squeezed and stroked and 
pulled on his big fleshy monster cock, the edges of my 
lips and tongue touching it as it slipped into my now 
gaping mouth, then back out. 

I was rocking and stroking and shaking like a leaf and 
breathing in quivering, almost convulsive breaths. My 
tongue fell further out and tasted more of the underside 
of his cock as I slowed almost to a stop. His dick head 
was resting on my tongue as the tip of my tongue pulsed 
just below the meaty head of his cock, but the whole 
thing was so big that my lips barely circled his cock 
head as I licked up. 

I moved my head forward and down again, slowly, and the 
heavy head rolled right up my tongue into my mouth as my 
lips circled it and my head pushed forward and down. I 
was shaking with excitement, a real man cock stretching 
my mouth and me actually sucking it like a real man. A 
real man. This was my man moment, and I was now a man 
with a man's hot fleshy cock in my mouth. 

I started rocking again, the tip, the head and part of 
the shaft pushing in and out. In. In my mouth and out. 
My right hand had a real grip on it, and the skin was 
moving back and forth on it differently than it did on 
my dick, the skin gathering a little as my hand came up 
and tightening as my hand stroked down. My left hand was 
mostly just holding his balls now as I swayed, as my 
head bobbed up and down. 

It was big, but not too big to fit right into my eager, 
incredibly eager mouth as I took my hand off his balls 
and held his meat with both hands and let it finally 
just plow right in as I rocked forward again. My hands 
were still shaking as I swayed back and forth and my 
mouth went down and over and then up and off this 
amazing dick. I let out a mouth filled moan, another 
sound I'd never heard before coming from me until this 
moment.

This was just incredible. Here I was, rocking and 
sucking a cock, a big, amazingly handsome cock, 
something I'd never even considered before, and yet here 
I was, squeezing that dick, moving my head around as I 
went up and down, at least as much as the size of the 
thing allowed. Nobody taught me any of this, it just 
came to me in a moment of crazy excitement and passion. 
I was overwhelmed with a rush of feeling like I was 
swooning and about to faint, now grunting for air. I 
could hear my slurping sounds slapping and sucking as I 
moved my face and my whole upper body down and up and 
down again.

"Ssssssssssssuck that cock, boy" I could hear Miller 
say, but it wasn't bossy or mean, just a quietly intense 
hot steam coming out as words. His hips rolled, but it 
was entirely me in control as I went up and down on his 
dick, sucking, slurping, pushing my lips and mouth down 
only as far as I was comfortable swallowing, slurping up 
again to the tip. "Don't stop, boy!" I heard him hiss 
and I knew what was coming, though I'd only ever tasted 
or seen my own come before this moment. 

His hips convulsed and my lips stuck way out and clamped 
around the pulsing tip, but I never stopped moving, 
pushing my slurping lips down just past the head and 
back out to the tip, and back down, my tongue wiggling 
uncontrollably against his piss slit on the upswing. His 
whole being twitched and I was not expecting the force 
or velocity of the first few squirts. 

"Ooooomph!" he groaned, lurching his body against the 
wall and slamming another inch into my mouth while the 
whole thing exploded. I swallowed one mouthful 
instantly, gulping instinctively, then a second mouthful 
of jizm rushed in, not as forceful as the first, but 
fast. I was able to taste it better as it swirled 
through my mouth, over and around my tongue and down my 
throat.

My left hand flew to my own dick as I swallowed, still 
rocking and sucking and breathing in grunts, and my cock 
shot off in just a few strokes, my come flying 
everywhere, and the excess from his first big squirt of 
come leaking just a little from the corner of my mouth. 
I let out a long, long MMMMmm, sound, just feeling his 
pulsing meat in my mouth, feeling little increases still 
in the juices filling my mouth since my second big 
swallow. 

Miller had been absolutely rigid, then was suddenly 
still and quiet, and I could feel his johnson soften a 
little from the extra engorged it had become as he'd 
jizzed and jizzed. He pulled back a little and my hand 
tightened around it. I leaned back and looked at it, at 
how manly and handsome it was. I stroked up another big 
dollop of cream and put my whole mouth back on it to 
suck off the last of it. 

I heard another breathy moan from his side as my head 
moved down on it again, deeper than before because it 
wasn't so hugely hard, then it pulled back and popped 
out of my still sucking mouth with a quiet wet pop 
noise. I watched, still breathing in big breaths, as his 
cock and balls slid back out through the opening like 
some retreating monster. I was still shaking, but not as 
violently as before, panting, my hand and my cock 
covered in jizz. 

As I watched Mr. Miller put his pants in order through 
the squared off suck hole, I licked the line of come and 
spit drooling down the right side of my mouth, swallowed 
again, and smiled, still breathing hard. This was the 
coolest, most intense, most amazing thing that I had 
ever done, and I needed a minute to just come back to 
some sense of normalcy.

This was new. Really, really new, and I liked everything 
about it. I loved sucking that cock. I loved how it made 
me feel. I loved the taste of it, the look of it, the 
soapy clean smell of it. I loved the jizm. His jizz. My 
jizz. All of it. That was strong, man work, and I'd 
sucked that man's cock like a real man. I felt like I 
had graduated into some unknown man fraternity, but I 
had come through the initiation suddenly a champion. 

I could hear Mr. Miller washing up at the sink. "That 
was the best, boy. The best, and I've been around a long 
time." There was a really fun yet exhausted lilt to his 
strong voice, as someone who is very, very pleased with 
himself and with the world.

He headed out of the bathroom and back to work. A minute 
later I heard the ring of the front door bell, and I 
quickly started to clean up myself and the jizz I'd 
somehow gotten all over.

As I hit the floor, Mr. Miller barked several tasks to 
be done in his friendly but forceful way, and I jumped 
right back to work, my head completely swooning, but the 
tasks at hand serving to focus me back to Earth. I had 
hoped to have my cock sucked at some point, maybe even 
some point soon, and I'd already decided that I could 
and would suck them back if that was how everything 
worked. 

I was excited about trying it, but I hadn't expected the 
fury of the experience of my being so overwhelmed with 
this crazed feeling and sucking Mr. Miller's magnificent 
tool. My cock was rock hard again in my khakis, and it 
went from half hard to rock hard repeatedly, all the 
rest of the day, precome drip forming a small wet spot 
that forced me to carry things in front of me as I made 
my way around the shop. When I was given a loading dock 
task, I jerked off again in my regular spot, thankful 
for the chance to just let off some steam. Man, I was 
full of crazy energy!

That night I jerked off two more times with lotion, the 
sight of all three guy's cocks in my mind, but mostly 
Mr. Miller's, reliving that incredible suck fest over 
and over until I fell asleep, hard.


INTERMISSION

Chapter 2

Friday night was card night, at least once every three 
or four weeks, where the employees and the boss, and 
sometimes other former employees, got together for 
various games of poker. No real gambling was allowed, 
though I heard that Mr. Miller made the occasional side 
bet with old friends. Miller would pay for a sack of 
burgers from the corner lunch counter, and though ice 
cold beers were enjoyed by the older guys, the summer 
help was NEVER allowed to drink, an iron clad rule. It 
was always a short evening, but one of those Miller's 
Hardware traditions that everybody treasured.

My mom had said OK even before my first week started, 
and so after work we headed next door to Ed's apartment 
above Tulane's sewing shop. It was a surprisingly 
spacious apartment, built when business owners lived 
above their establishments. Cale headed towards the 
bathroom to take a shower, which I thought sounded 
unusual, but Ed said it was a tradition. That after 
working hard all week, we all had a shower before we 
settled in to play cards. 

As I watched, wide eyed, a naked Cale came out of the 
bathroom, drying off, and got dressed. No one else 
seemed to notice, and I figured this is all part of what 
grown men do in the company of other grown men. He took 
our orders and went for burgers and cokes, and Mr. 
Miller lit a big fire in the fireplace that someone had 
prepared beforehand. The heat seemed way up already, but 
the fire seemed really nice.

I was filled with an excitement that is hard to 
describe, knowing that all these guys either suck cocks 
or like to have their cocks sucked, and it was no 
mystery to figure out that this was where they really 
let loose. No one made any indication that this was the 
plan, but here we all were, and I knew there was going 
to be some amazing man play.

As Cale left, Miller rose quickly, smiled at me and went 
towards the shower. "C'mon, I'll show you where 
everything is." and I followed like a grinning puppy. 
The bathroom was also roomy, with 1930s tile two thirds 
of the way up the walls. The radiator was blasting, and 
Mr. Miller laughed as he unbuttoned his shirt. 

"Don't just stand there, get those clothes off!" This 
seemed like the most natural conversation and action, 
and yet we both knew I'd just sucked my first dick, HIS 
dick, and we were about to be naked in front of each 
other.

I flew out of my clothes, pulling pants off in a flash 
and keeping half an eye on Miller. His body was like a 
tank, not a cartoon body builder, just a solid block of 
man. My body was handsome, and I thought it was pretty 
grown up, but I really looked like a very young 
teenager, still a promise what I might become. There was 
no denying how exciting all this grown up man play was 
to me, and my cock sprung out fully at attention right 
in front of him. There was no hiding it. 

He looked down at it and smiled a bigger smile then, as 
he stepped out of his underwear, I could see once again 
the first dick I'd ever put in my mouth. It seemed about 
three quarters hard, and swung out ahead of him like... 
like an elephant's trunk! I reached out and felt its 
weight in my hand as he leaned forward, turned on the 
shower, felt the water, then put a gentle muscular hand 
on my shoulder and led me in. 

He stepped right in after me, and there was just enough 
room for us to move around while being in constant 
contact with each other, our dicks bumping and sliding 
across each other's bodies, me grinning from ear to ear, 
him taking the soap and soaping me quickly, both his 
hands washing my cock and balls, then my ass cheeks and 
deep, surprisingly deep into the crack of my ass, almost 
roughly, then he handed me the soap. I rubbed it all 
over him, quickly, just amazed at the muscular bulk, 
then my hands were all over his cock and balls, soaping, 
lathering.

"That's enough for now," he said in his laughing yet 
stern way, then spun me and rinsed me thoroughly with 
his big hands in a flurry of motion that made me laugh, 
and shoved me gently out onto the bathmat. He was 
standing next to me drying us both with a big towel a 
few seconds later.

Cale and Ed were at the big square coffee table, 
arranging drinks and burgers to leave room for card 
playing. There were two big comfy chairs with broad flat 
arms and a sofa to match forming a bigger square around 
the table. "Anyone else coming tonight?" Ed asked, and 
Mr. Miller smiled and shook his head no.

The game was poker, and I wasn't the least bit fazed 
when it became clear right away that it was to be strip 
poker, but we played all sorts of variations of poker 
hands to get undressed. Everyone took a turn dealing, 
even me, and everyone lost their clothes while just 
talking about the most regular things. That part still 
cracks me up after all these years. 

I KNEW that I was going to probably suck the cock of at 
least one and maybe both of my coworkers, and I KNEW 
that tonight was absolutely going to be the night I 
first got my dick sucked by SOMEBODY, and yet we were 
talking about the upcoming baseball season and what was 
on Ed Sullivan! I was shaking again, even though I was 
trying not to, and Cale asked if I was cold. It was that 
noticeable. "No, just excited I think." I said, then 
couldn't believe I'd said something acknowledging what 
we were doing, after all the normal guy chit chat..

I was naked now in one of the big, broad armed stuffed 
chairs, and lost another hand. "You don't have anything 
else to take off." said Ed, grinning in the low light of 
the room, the fireplace lighting his big smile from the 
side. "So what do I do?" I asked. You have to answer a 
question, any question we can dream up, or you have to 
do something we tell you to do. "I guess I'll do 
something, if you want," I said through a grin so wide 
my face muscles hurt. 

"Lean back and let us see you stretch your cock." I did 
as I was told and Ed and Cale leaned in for a better 
look. Miller leaned back and just smiled. "Nice" said 
Cale, and I puffed up with young mannish pride that he 
liked my cock. It was hot in my hand, and I stroked 
faster, but there was a chorus of "Slow down!"

As each of them lost the rest of their clothes, I stared 
at their cocks as they finally appeared, popping out of 
briefs and boxers, hard. Ed went to the kitchen and I 
loved seeing his dick swing as he walked back to the 
table. I looked up at his face from his long dick, and 
he was smiling from ear to ear as he sat back down, Mr. 
Miller leaned back and pulled his big ball sack forward, 
then let it flop on the cushion. I lost another hand and 
he asked me right out loud "So, when was the first time 
you sucked a dick?" 

Cale and Ed were both stroking their meat and smiling as 
I said "Never... before yesterday!" and they all 
laughed. A real, full, loud laugh, but good natured, as 
if I was fully a part of the merriment and not the brunt 
of the joke. I was red faced but smiling, and said "Ask 
me when I first got my cock sucked?" Cale asked, and I 
told them all, somewhat loudly, "Never!" They all 
laughed, a little incredulous this time, but friendly.

"Tonight, that will change'" laughed Miller, "but first, 
I want you to show both boys what a natural you are. Can 
you show them both at the same time?"

"Sure!" was all I said. They were sitting next to each 
other on the sofa, and I quickly moved the table away to 
make some room and got on my knees in front of them. 
"Show me your dicks!" I commanded quietly, a breathy 
sound in my voice that surprised me. Both of them leaned 
back, spread their legs and stretched their cocks 
towards me. My eyes were wide, and Miller moved over and 
sat on the arm of the sofa to watch. "Go ahead boy, show 
them what you showed me." 

I practically pounced on Cale's cock, slipping my 
fingers and then my whole hand around it, moving my hand 
up and down the length of his dick, feeling everything 
about it, staring at it as I stroked, leaning closer and 
closer. I was, without any sort of plan or technique, 
just naturally pulling it towards my mouth as I leaned 
over it, but instead of slurping it right in, I started 
to lick the head and the tip, and looked around. 
Everyone was watching, all smiling and intensely 
watching, all full of this man energy that I'd fully 
tapped into. 

I lowered my head as his hips slid forward more to 
accommodate me. It pushed right in and fit in my mouth 
so much better than Mr. Miller's, and it was so much 
easier to suck. I bobbed my head up and down and swirled 
sideways as I raised and lowered my head. Opening my 
eyes, I could see Miller's face close by, and his voice 
was quiet but intense and sharp as he whispered "That's 
right, just like that." 

I was more excited now with this approval from Mr. 
Miller, and moaned without meaning to, it just came out. 
Cale moaned, too. Then I took my mouth off and leaned 
back, stroking the spit covered shaft while I looked. I 
was just like mine, only bigger with lots more hair. I 
caressed his balls with my left hand, then grabbed his 
cock again with both hands and really started sucking 
like a boy possessed with this new power of being a 
great cocksucker. I liked the taste of it, the look of 
it, the feel of it in my mouth. I liked the fresh soapy 
smell of it as my nose landed in his freshly showered 
cock hair. My left hand reached over and sought out Ed's 
dick, and I stroked it while I sucked and sucked and 
sucked on Cale.

I don't think it was back in my mouth for more than two 
minutes when he started to buck and grabbed my head. His 
jizz popped off in my mouth, a nice mouthful like my own 
jizm at home, and I let out a moan at the same time he 
did. I didn't stop, and he was really shaking and 
tensing and squirming on the sofa as I swirled his come 
around inside my mouth with my tongue while continuing 
to give his dick head a workover at the same time, then 
I raised my lips up and off his pulsing cock and looked 
up. Everybody was grinning huge grins, me included. 

"Good?" "Great!" he answered, and I could feel Ed 
sliding more forward. I looked at Mr. Miller and he 
nodded his approval as I shifted over and took Ed's cock 
into my mouth. It was almost as thick and a clearly a 
little longer than Cale's. The skin was a little looser. 
The foreskin that I'd seen in the bathroom at work had 
completely disappeared.

"Boy," Mr. Miller said, "You watch Cale suck my big dick 
while you suck on Eddie's long cock." Cale stood up and 
Miller sat next to Ed, then Cale was on the floor on his 
knees next to me. He leaned in for a few seconds and 
lifted Ed's leg a little, then licked the side of Ed's 
dick and his balls while I sucked on just the tip. Then 
he leaned back over and started to work on Mr. Miller's 
organ. 

I paused for a moment and watched, then leaned over and 
Cale pointed Miller's cock towards me. I knew what to do 
in an instant and slipped my mouth over the tip, then 
slid my open mouth over the whole head, then it popped 
back out and I worked Ed's dick even more intensely, 
bobbing up and down, high up on my knees, leaning way 
over, my hands now on the top of his thighs, just using 
my rocking body and my furiously sucking mouth to 
control the action.

I felt Ed's hands run up and through my hair, then hold 
my head. It wasn't a tough hold, just a hold. His hips 
pushed up more and more intensely as he held my head. I 
was thinking he probably wants to make sure I stay 
sucking while he comes, and I pushed my head down and 
down further as I bobbed, clearly ready for a load of 
hot jizm. He pumped and I bobbed. He held my head, and 
then he pushed down just a little as my eyes teared up 
with a long, slender cock at the back of my mouth and at 
the top of my throat. 

I didn't let it slow me down and sucked and sucked as I 
felt spurts of jizz hit the back of my throat. His hands 
clenched on my head as he pumped his hips and shot off 
into my slurping mouth, but he didn't push down any 
further. His twitching slowed and eventually his now 
crazy grip on my head relaxed. His cock slipped out of 
my mouth as I looked over at Cale and Mr. Miller. Cale 
was sucking Miller's big meaty tube, but both of them 
were staring at me. I smiled a huge smile, and so did 
they.

Cale was gliding his mouth up and down Miller's cock, 
and Mr. Miller had a hand resting on his head. Then he 
stopped everybody and everything and said we all had to 
move to the bed. There was a full size bed set up in the 
corner as another sofa, with bolsters and other pillows, 
the kind of thing you use as a guest bed when company 
stays over. Ed and Cale practically jumped up. It was 
funny, and we all headed to the bed, with Ed draping his 
arm over my shoulder as we moved along. 

You boys both watch as I give our summer help his first 
blow job.

I fell back on the bed, and Miller pushed me up until my 
head was on the pillows Cale and Ed placed right in the 
middle. "You watch," he said and then got on his knees 
between my legs and lowered his head. He ran his tongue 
from the bottom of my balls to the tip of my cock head, 
then wrapped his fingers around it and squeezed his big 
mitt of a hand around it. 

Ed stuffed two more pillows and a bolster behind my head 
so I was practically sitting all the way up and could 
really see, then Miller lowered his head, the tip of his 
big tongue licking the tip of my cock where it popped 
out of his fist. Then I looked at Ed and Cale who'd 
moved up on either side of me, both of them on their 
knees, jerking their cocks close to my face. 

Then I felt it, finally, a mouth on my dick. He'd let 
his hand slip away and was all mouth and lips and 
tongue. It was so amazing I could have screamed, but 
instead I made some sort of high pitched sighing moan as 
my hands dug into the bedspread on either side of me. 
Miller slurped up and down as Ed and Cale got even 
closer on their knees of either side of me and leaned 
forward. 

I looked at Cale's dick jerking off an inch from my face 
and it looked almost exactly like my cock when I sucked 
myself, just bigger, the head a real crown like mine 
sloping back to a mushroom back. I rolled my hips with 
my cock in Miller's mouth again and again, and stuck out 
my tongue to touch Cale's meat. He hunched forward just 
as I strained my neck towards it and it was in my mouth 
again, his knuckles slapping at my one check as he 
jerked it. 

Mr. Miller's expert mouth felt so good and I was so 
overwhelmed with cock that I let out such a strong 
moaning sound, broken up by my quivering breath and 
mouthful of dick, that the sound was like a completely 
different person. I turned my head to suck the other 
flapping cock, which went right in as we both strained 
to make it happen.

My hips were rolling almost violently and my sucking and 
thrusting were almost out of control. I wanted and 
needed these cocks to keep pushing and slamming and 
poking and thrusting as I furiously shook and sucked at 
the same time. My grunts were like an animal, and the 
pace was like a bucking bronco.

Suddenly I lost focus on sucking as my eyes rolled back 
up into my head and my hands ran up across the back of 
Miller's head, my fingers going up through his short, 
course hair. My breath was all over the place as I shook 
in full convulsions of a total explosion of pleasure, 
pulling Miller's head down on my cock as I finally shot 
off my first load into someone else's mouth besides my 
own! I bucked and twitched and shot and clenched his 
head and gasped and grunted and moaned, feet digging in 
and hips slamming on the bed, shoulders and head raising 
up and whamming back onto the pillows.

As I came back to some sort of consciousness from the 
mountain top plateau of ecstasy where I'd rocketed to at 
full throttle, I saw the furiously pumping cock of Cale 
still bumping against my lips as he shot a second load 
at my face, some missing and splashing my lips and chin 
as he tried to get the head into my mouth again. I tried 
to open up wide to get it all, but it happened so fast, 
most of it after the first splashes making it into my 
mouth.

Cale stretched a big dollop and smeared it across my 
lower lip. I half swallowed, still shaking, still 
clutching Miller's head and convulsing in post come 
waves, and turned without even thinking about it as Ed 
got the end of his long cock into my mouth. I stretched 
my neck to reach it. I wasn't done yet and I wanted as 
much as Ed was going to give, right now. His hand was 
pumping furiously and he shot off again almost 
instantly, me reaching and stretching to get more than 
half of his beautiful dick into my mouth. His come flew 
across my tongue and into my mouth as I held on with my 
lips and swirled the come around inside my mouth before 
swallowing. 

I was gasping, my whole body still lurching in a big 
rolling rhythm, never for a second anything less than 
crazy enthusiastic for that dick. For all of them. All 
of them together. The pushing and slamming and sucking 
and slurping. The come. My come. Their come. The tastes. 
The sweat. I was drenched in sweat.

Miller moved up the bed, tilted my head back in a 
strong, manly way. Not rough, not frightening. Just 
strongly and manly, and he licked Cale's jizz off my 
sweating neck as my chest still heaved from the workout. 
I was like a rag doll in his beefy arms, and it was all 
just right. Then he swung his bulk around until his 
giant cock has hanging over my face, kicking the pillows 
away as he arranged himself. 

Still shaking, still panting, still convulsing, I opened 
my mouth and the end of his big flesh tube just fell 
into my mouth. I could hear Ed and Cale saying something 
quiet yet excited about what was happening, but I 
couldn't really hear what they were saying as I groaned 
and slurped, my neck moving my head further up as Mr. 
Miller's organ filled my mouth, then my head relaxing 
against the bed as he just let more of it lower into my 
mouth. Only part of it would fit in, but I sucked like 
crazy, his ball sack tickling my nose. 

Then I felt Miller's lips close on my dick again. If it 
was possible, it felt even better than before, the angle 
being perfect for my cock to his mouth. I hadn't 
realized until his lips closed around it that my cock 
was still hard, even though I'd just come like a wild 
beast. 

It was clear I was starting to choke on his sausage, so 
he flipped us over with me on top, as easy as if I was a 
toy. I was in awe of his amazing strength. He buried my 
dick to its hilt in his mouth and grabbed my ass cheeks 
in his strong hands. I was surprised, but it felt great 
as my cheeks parted in the hot room. I slurped his dick 
now in a way that I instantly knew was better than 
before, as I had better control and could really see and 
feel and taste and smell as I pleased, pausing to look, 
then shutting my eyes and plunging down again.

I felt Miller's big fingers on my ass cheeks, kneading 
them and stretching them apart, his big muscled stubby 
fingers deep in the spread crack, touching my asshole 
and the area all around it, tough, strong motions, yet 
gentle, yet very firm and strong. I moved my hips 
towards his probing fingers without even realizing what 
I was doing, and his middle finger pushed around right 
at the entrance to my ass. I moved my asshole against 
his big finger as he continued to roughly knead my 
cheeks, pulling them apart, stretching them, not 
uncomfortable at all, it just added to this whirlwind of 
excitement as I sucked his big cock.

I knew Cale and Ed were watching, and I wanted this to 
be a real show of how good I was at eating this big 
baloney dick. My body was still shivering and shaking, 
and I couldn't seem to stop it, but I didn't care. 
Shaking or not, I was sucking this dick which had been 
my first dick, which I loved as my first dick, sucking 
in a way that was much better than the first time. Not 
more exciting, though it was just as exciting as the 
first time, but better that I could do it the way I 
really wanted to. Better because I was part of a roughly 
playing circle of real men, and I was just as good as 
they were. 

I was in control of the action in a much more complete 
way. I had my left hand on the bed holding me up, and my 
right hand holding his fleshy tube as my whole upper 
body raised and lowered as I sucked. His whole 
midsection was rhythmically rolling, slowly, and I could 
feel he was close to coming as suddenly I felt his now 
grease covered finger enter my ass, not just straight in 
and out but pulling from the sides as it went in and 
out, stretching my asshole. I wasn't expecting that but 
it felt so good while I was both getting my knob 
polished and had the cock of my dreams in my mouth that 
I started to come, my cock as far into Mr. Miller's 
mouth as it could go. 

As his fingers moved and my hips and asshole moved to 
meet them, and my cock shot a stream into the back of 
his throat, his hips started to buck and my mouth on his 
dick was out of control. All the ecstasy I felt in my 
cock and balls and ass moved to my mouth as I bucked 
uncontrollably and met his hip movement with my head and 
mouth and lips. He went rigid as a stone, but a stone 
that was in a violent earthquake as his come blasted 
into my mouth. 

Like before, it was one full blast that I swallowed 
quickly, a second big shot rushing in even as I 
swallowed the first. His one hand left my cheeks and 
grabbed the back of my head, not pushing me further 
down, just sort of holding me in place as he bucked. 
There were sounds coming out of both of us. Sweat was 
rolling off of me and rolling off of him in the hot room 
as I slid over his bulky, muscle bound body, drenched, 
my leg still entwined with his solid arm, my hand still 
on his oozing cock.

After what only seemed like a minute or two, Miller 
announced quietly that there is one more thing to try. A 
real man's workout. I sat up, leaning on one arm, 
smiling, bright as a light bulb, and looked at the three 
of them. Let's do it, I said, not knowing in the least 
what it would be, but sure it was something else to do 
with their dicks and this new man play I was now a part 
of...

Get on your hands and knees here, Mr. Miller and the 
boys got me situated right in the center of the bed, 
then Cale got on his knees in front of me, his half hard 
cock pointed at my face. Should I suck Cale again I 
asked, and all three laughed a good natured yes. Miller 
moved up into a relaxed position next to Cale to watch 
and I could see that Ed was on his knees behind me, and 
sure enough, I felt his hands settle onto my hips. Cale 
slid down on the bed, and I lowered my upper body, my 
open mouth zeroing right in on his cock. 

Ed's hands held my hips up in back, then he lowered his 
upper body and I got another total surprise. He pulled 
my ass cheeks apart and stuck his face in my crack, then 
his tongue right up my ass. I wasn't expecting it, and 
more than that, I wouldn't have dreamed it would feel as 
good as it did. It did. I let out another sort of high 
pitched Oh sound and after a minute, without thinking, 
pressed my ass back to meet his tongue. My ass was up 
and my face was down with Cale's cock deep in my mouth, 
all the way in, and could feel it getting harder as my 
mouth held it tightly.

Take a hold of Cale's cock, Miller said softly, 
practically in my ear. I pulled my mouth off and grabbed 
it with one hand. Take a look at it, and I did as I 
stroked it towards me. Suck it some more, and I did, Now 
look at it again, and I leaned off of it and looked as I 
stroked.

Miller was grinning and stroking his cock, and Cale's 
tongue working my ass was making me feel a little crazy. 
Do you like Cale's dick? Yes, I do. Do you like the feel 
of it? Yes, I do. Do you like to suck on it? Yes, yes I 
do, and I leaned forward and sucked it some more. If 
Cale's cock was in your ass, it would feel so good you 
can't even imagine. Do you want Cale's cock in your ass? 

My ass was gyrating already with Ed's tongue in it while 
I played and sucked Cale's now cast iron tool. I was 
going crazy with cock lust and I knew it, and I liked 
it. Yes, I said quietly. Yes what? Yes I want him to, I 
said as Ed spread my cheeks and kneaded them and tongued 
my ass furiously. Yes, you want him to what, Miller said 
quietly, smiling and stroking his cock. 

I looked right at him, a cock drunk smile on my face 
mixed with obvious overwhelming passion for even more 
dick, sweat beading all over my brow in the hot 
apartment, my hand around Cale's dick, stroking it. I 
stared at Miller's face, and then just stared at his 
hand stroking that big dick, my breath starting to heave 
as my ass gyrated and my mouth lay open on Cale's dick, 
my wet forehead on his stomach muscles, head turned to 
face Miller and his cock.

I lowered my face onto Cale's cock and said, breathily, 
through a mouthful of young man dick, Yes, I want him to 
put his cock in my ass. As I said it I almost collapsed 
forward, sucking the dick I knew was about the plow my 
ass, pushing my asshole further onto Ed's tongue. I'll 
get you ready said Miller and he was around back of me 
probing and stretching with thickly greased fingers.  

My hips rolled with his touch and as his fingers, first 
one and then two greased manly muscle fingers stretched 
the edges of my hole and moved in and out, my asshole 
totally relaxed. Ed was now next to me and Cale, 
slathering some sort of ointment onto Cale's cock right 
in front of my face. My whole body was moving as my 
breath came in pants and spurts, Miller's fingers really 
working my asshole and Cale's dick being jerked by Ed so 
the tip was actually touching my lower lip. I was like a 
sweating animal and said Put Cale's cock in. Put it in. 
Right now. In. In my ass.

Cale jumped out of the way and went around behind me as 
Ed pulled my arms forward. I collapsed with my face on 
his belly as he leaned back. I could feel Mr. Miller's 
fingers back out of my ass as they spread my cheeks, 
then finally, I could feel the tip of Cale's cock at my 
hole. He moved his greased cock around my greased hole, 
sliding it up and down the crack, then back to the hole 
where it probed. 

I stumbled further forward onto Ed and spread my knees 
wider on the bed, cheeks up and pointing at his meat. 
In. Put it in. Cale slipped the head in and there was no 
resistance, my hole had already been well prepared. He 
pulled out a little and then slid in more, then out a 
little and then in even more. My ass felt filled with 
dick, a brand new feeling, and I was in love with it. 
His hips moved in a swirl and then I could feel him 
slide in, totally greased, to the hilt. 

Pushing back with my hands on the bed, my ass was 
totally full of cock for the first time, and I felt 
pressure and a full feeling, but it didn't hurt at all, 
just filled me up as I pressed back to get every bit of 
it in as far as it would go. I exhaled a long sweaty 
moan, and then he started to move in and out of me. Ed 
moved back further so that my face was on his cock, but 
I was too distracted to suck it.

Cale pulled out and pushed in and my hips moved back 
hard to get him as far in as his cock would go on every 
forward stroke. Again. Again deep. All the way in I gave 
my ass a wiggle and a grind as I pushed back and Cale 
and I both moaned. Ed was holding my shoulders and I 
started to let my mouth open for his cock. Cale picked 
up his pace and I matched him stroke for stroke. 

I moved my knees together a little which raised my hips 
even higher and the whole thing took on a feel like we 
were playing bucking broncos or some other cowboy game. 
I was grunting now, I could hear me, with each slam in 
of his dick, grunting again and again at the end of each 
stroke, as he buried deep and I met each one pushing up. 
He was grinding and slamming now, and I was grinding 
back. 

His cock was in my ass, but he wasn't fucking me. WE 
were fucking each other. Both of us were making guttural 
man sounds, grunts, groans, and then he tensed up and 
pushed in hard. I pushed back and clenched and held on 
and swirled my ass as he drove deep and held it, then 
seemed to lift himself up and forward, with me impaled 
on his cock as we both slid forward and Ed scrambled to 
get out of the way. He held that position for what 
seemed like a minute, us almost frozen in a total fuck 
tension, then he collapsed on top of me. As I turned my 
head, my breath and Cale's breath met just inches away 
from each other.

Is everybody done in, or do you want to try one more 
thing? I heard Miller say quietly after a minute or two. 
My eyes opened and I was looking right into his face. I 
was smiling, and he was smiling. There was nothing, 
nothing about me that was too tired to keep going. Would 
you like to have Ed up your ass? Yes. I said while still 
breathing hard. Yes, I would like Ed up my ass with his 
dick. Mr. Miller smiled and said This time you'll lay on 
your back. It will, I swear, feel even better. Even if 
you can't imagine that it could or would feel better, 
I'm letting you know it will.

I rolled over and three sets of hands positioned me on 
the bed. Miller was on his knees below me and rolled my 
legs up over my head, then wiped my backside with a 
steaming hot towel that appeared from nowhere. Ed now 
had his dick near my face and I opened my mouth to start 
to suck it again. Then Miller started to tongue my hole 
while my legs were up in the air, but it was like he was 
eating it for dinner. Cale greased Ed's cock in front of 
my face just as Ed had greased Cale's earlier. 

Cale stretched the greased cock down towards my face and 
my tongue pushed in and played with his piss slit. My 
hips were moving with Mr. Miller' mouth, and it did feel 
better than I would have ever imagined. Then Miller's 
face rose up and he said Do you like Ed's long cock? I 
said yes, and turned again and tongued Ed's slit. Where 
do you want his cock? In my ass. Filling up my ass. OK 
laughed Miller and everyone switched positions again.

My legs stayed up and Ed's greasy cock head was at my 
hole in a second. He pushed in a little, then pulled 
out, then pushed further. My hole was so greased by 
Cale's come and all the cream or ointment, and 
everything was so loose from Miller's tongue that it 
just started to slide in deeper with each stroke. He 
didn't have to push, just slide in, out a little, slide 
in further, out a little, in way further. 

It felt different than when Cale fucked me from the 
back. It felt different in a way that went right to my 
cock like electricity. Each stroke in made my dick jump 
and tingle and pulse. Each time his dick slammed into my 
asshole, a rush ran up my cock from the base of my cock 
inside my ass to the tip, and I was crazy with 
excitement from it. I moved my hips to maximize the 
feeling and Cale started a steady movement, in and out. 

I wrapped my legs around his slender frame and he 
started to really thrust his long slender cock up my 
ass, then threw my legs back up in the air and started 
to screw my ass like crazy. Miller lay down next to me 
at an angle that gave me a way to play with and lick his 
beautiful meat while Cale fucked me like a greased 
piston, and I did suck it and stroke it as part of my 
total cock immersion, but it didn't get my full 
concentration. I was enjoying this cock plowing my ass 
too much and the movement was really shaking the whole 
bed too much to be as good a cocksucker as I now knew I 
was.

Ed changed his rhythm to a slow steady roll that I could 
still feel all the way up my dick with every stroke, but 
now it was like slow motion rolls of pure pleasure. It 
felt like I was coming a little with every stroke, and I 
took my face off of Mr. Miller's dick to look down at 
the action. Cale's greased dick was flying in and out of 
my ass as my feet were up over his shoulders, and I 
could see it disappearing into me, over and over. My 
cock was drooling a steady ooze of come, and the vision 
of all that was almost too much for me. 

I couldn't help myself, I just grabbed my cock and 
started to slide both hands up and down it. He sped up 
his grinding motion and I a yelled out an Oh noise and 
started to shoot more jizz onto my stomach. As Ed saw 
this he let my legs down to either side of him and 
slammed up violently into my asshole a few more strokes 
and tensed up. His strokes slowed but continued as he 
went rigid and my hand pumped my come covered dick. Oh. 
Oh. I was almost barking and my head flipped back and 
forth from side to side. I had completely forgotten 
about Mr. Miller's dick or anything else. I was all come 
and all cock. I was a giant come, panting and breathing 
in crazy staccato sounds.

I rolled over and crawled up a few feet and lay there 
panting on my stomach. Muffled, breathy words were 
coming out of my mouth. Mr. Miller's cock. I want 
Miller's cock up my ass. No, it's too big, I heard 
Miller say and then I heard Ed and Cale say the same 
thing. Put it in me. In my ass, now. More grease on it, 
then in my hole. My face was talking down into the bed, 
and my ass was grinding up into the air. 

I felt movement on the bed, and Miller was now in front 
of me, with Ed and Cale greasing up his dick. Put it in 
my ass I said, and I clutched the bedspread as I looked 
at it. They were really greasing it up like crazy, to 
the point it was making sloppy sliding noises in their 
hands. I stared at it and said again Put it in. Put it 
in my asshole right now.

My face turned back down onto the bed and I felt hands 
on my ass cheeks. Cale's hands and Ed's, spreading my 
cheeks. I felt Mr. Miller's greasy cock slide up and 
down my crack, and my ass rose to meet it with each 
stroke. Then I felt Miller's totally muscled body on top 
of mine, crushing me but in a way that felt so good, and 
I heard his voice in my ear saying Let your asshole 
relax. I'll put in just the head and then we'll see. I 
felt the tip at my asshole and I pushed back at him as 
he pushed cautiously forward. 

I grunted into the bedspread as the head cleared the 
tight ring of my hole. It completely filled my ass, but 
if it hurt, I couldn't tell. My hips moved towards him 
to get more in, but he stayed still for a minute. I 
calmed down, then I rolled my hips, and rolled them 
again. I was making it slip in further. He was just 
staying still. I rolled and pushed back, then pulled 
away, and rolled and pushed back again. It was going in. 
I was full, but not in any pain, just really, really 
full of cock in my young man ass.

Finally, I felt him move forward just a little as I 
rocked towards him and away. I rolled my hips in a 
circle, feeling the giant meat filling my whole 
backside, then I pushed back more and he moved in more. 
Then I stopped and he stopped. I just wanted to feel it 
all in that moment, and let everything stretch, then I 
started to roll again and he started to slide in and 
out. With every movement he made forward, it was like I 
was impaled. He lifted most but not all of his weighty 
body off of me and just concentrated on fucking me. 
Gently. Steadily. Very greasy, and I was so thankful for 
all the grease.

Now he was increasing the motion, and my whole body 
moved forward a few inches and then back a few inches 
with every stroke. I was groaning into the bed, face 
down, but every groan was a pleasure groan. His pace 
increased, not wild but like a muscle bound machine. My 
ass met every stroke with a subtle but clearly delivered 
push. I could hear his breath, mixed with very low, 
almost inaudible grunting moans. My moans had grown 
louder, and I kept my face down to keep quiet. 

His cock was now impaling my whole backside with every 
thrust and I slipped my one hand under my belly and let 
it wrap around my cock. My moving body, my fucking body 
with this giant meat up my ass, was moving in a way that 
jerked my cock in my hand without me doing anything but 
holding it.

Miller's sounds and breath were right in my ear as his 
body lowered more onto mine. I couldn't really push back 
as I was so pinned to the bed but I made sure my whole 
body was still fighting back as I was getting plowed, so 
it really was us both fucking instead of just me being 
fucked. I was a sweat and come and grease covered 
ancient Greek wrestler who was outmatched but too feisty 
to give up. The exertion was exhilarating as WHOMP, 
WHOMP, Miller's cock and muscled stomach and torso and 
hips and thighs nailed my whole lower body again and 
again. 

I could hear his breath and feel his pace speed up as I 
was now getting the full length strokes of his greasy 
cock in my ass. In, then out three quarters then in all 
the way. His left arm crossed under my arm and held my 
right shoulder in a big strong bear hug as he ground my 
ass suddenly in rounder strokes than before. I was on 
another planet, beyond the moon somewhere in outer 
space, wrestling with a monster that was injecting my 
whole body with pleasure. 

My voice took on a higher pitched, crushed moan, the 
rhythm of the sounds tied in to the pounding my ass was 
taking, and Mr. Miller arched his back and bucked and 
really just impaled me on his cock, plowing us both 
forward on the bed until my face was against the pillows 
against the wall. His body shuddered and went still with 
his hips frozen in a final forward thrust, my ass as 
pressed up against him as tight as two humans could be. 

I lay still, breathing hard, swooning, dizzy with 
fucking and grease and juices and cocks, exhausted with 
my own jizz and the smeared come of three real men on my 
face, on my neck, on my hands, on my ass, on my legs. I 
had never been so utterly spent and so completely 
overwhelmed with such an amazing feeling in my life. I 
was in a swoon, like a very, very drunk teenager, but 
drunk on cock. After easily two minutes of just laying 
there, I could feel Mr. Miller raise himself up a little 
on his right arm, his left still embracing my whole 
upper body in a strong, manly hold. As his body shifted, 
his half hard cock, still filling me to the hilt, slid 
out just a touch.

No, I heard my voice say in a strange breathy quiet way 
that didn't sound like me or anyone I'd ever heard 
before. My face was turned to the left, the top of my 
head still crushing a pile of pillows to the wall. 
Miller's face was leaning against the side of my face, 
and his breath was cascading over me, gently. I pushed 
my hips up and back slightly but decisively, then I 
clenched my young asshole and ass cheeks for all they 
were worth and clamped on his dick. I leaned my head 
back a little and looked at him, and he ran his right 
hand through my hair, holding the top of my head and 
tilted my head back. 
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I felt his face press against me and his mouth nibble at 
my ear lobe as I repeated my clutching of his dick, 
squeezing it, letting loose and pressing back, then 
clutching and stretching it again. I was gently, very 
gently rolling my hips as I used my hole to pull his 
manly tube, over and over, back into my ass. I finally 
felt his cock twitch back to life, responding to my 
intuitive fuck method. 

First, just the thickness of it increased and I could 
feel the difference as it filled my ass more, then a few 
more strokes and I could feel Mr. Miller's arm hold me 
tighter, his chewing on my ear more masculine now mixed 
with a growl that came from deep inside his chest, and 
his hips pushed to meet me, just a little at first, then 
more pronounced as I clenched again and rolled my hips. 

I can't believe I'm getting hard again, he said as I 
could feel him grow and grow. My hips rolled more, and I 
alternately clenched and let go the pressure from my ass 
on his man meat. This was me in control of that amazing 
dick, and I was making it do what I wanted, and what I 
wanted was to fuck again before we called it a night.

It was hard enough now for me to move away and towards 
it, starting a slow stroke. I could feel it grow more, 
and the feeling was driving me wild. Mr. Miller started 
to pick up the pace and now it was sliding in and out in 
short strokes, everything covered in grease and come. 
Lots of come. I thought about the come and started to 
buck backwards and his cock filled my ass. I pulled away 
and pushed back, and when it was hard enough, I forced 
my way up onto my knees. 

Miller was still leaning over me, and we fucked like 
that for what seemed like forever. I was in a dream 
state, and moving in that dream. Cale and Ed sat back 
against the pillows and stroked their cocks, both of 
them staring at me as I lurched towards them again and 
again while getting fucked the old fashioned way. 

My cock and balls felt longer and looser than they'd 
ever been before, and I could feel my whole package 
swinging while getting slapped from Mr. Miller's balls 
behind me. I was firmly planted on my hands and knees, 
smashing my ass backwards in a steady pound, and though 
Miller was fucking me, it was really me who was fucking 
him, and that was clear to all of us.

I looked again at Ed and Cale in the swirling fire light 
and candle light, covered in sweat and grease and come, 
legs spread and cocks stretched and stroking, and felt 
the heat of the room and of all four of us as I was 
getting slammed, and loved the man feeling I now totally 
felt, from head to toe, from cock to balls, from mouth 
and throat to ass cheeks and ass hole. I was every bit 
as much a man as they were. Not only had I passed their 
test, I'd won the whole contest. I was fully an equal in 
their world. I was a man.

INTERMISSION

Chapter 3

After my full initiation into the man fraternity of cock 
on Friday night, Ed had given me a couple of aspirins 
and asked if I had more at home. Sure, I told him, a 
little curious, and he said to take two more before I 
came in to work in the morning. You've worked muscles 
that haven't been used before, he said through a smile. 
I smiled back as I took them, and the thought of the new 
workout I'd just experienced caused my dick to puff up, 
getting ready for more. Enough was enough though for 
those guys, and even though I knew I could do it all 
over again right then, I had to get home. 

Everybody had a fast, hot shower, and as I half stumbled 
to the bathroom to wait for Cale to finish I ran my 
hands over my body before I stepped into the shower 
stall. I just wanted to feel all the grease and sweat 
and all the come that had escaped being swallowed or was 
dribbling out of my ass. I worked two fingers in and 
around my asshole and swirled everything around with my 
right hand, smearing it all over my cheeks, while my 
eyes closed dreamily and my left hand swam across the 
slippery, gooey mess around my cock and balls. My left 
hand ran up my tummy and my chest, smearing more 
drippings along my neck, my chin, my lips.

I closed my eyes and tasted the tastes and smelled the 
smells of all that fuck and suck mix, then opened them 
to realize Ed was staring at me on the way into the 
shower, and Cale was staring at me having just stepped 
out. They had wide eyed and open mouthed expressions, 
and I smiled a very happy, very satisfied smile and 
stepped into the stall with Ed. So you liked the card 
game? Ed asked, and we both laughed deep, manly laughs 
which echoed and boomed in the bathroom.

I lay in bed that night with both hands stroking my dick 
and stretching my balls. They seemed bigger, fuller 
somehow. I didn't jerk off, just squeezed and stretched 
and stroked and mashed, then passed out smiling. It had 
been a long day.

In the morning I was sore, but it was a very interesting 
sore. My asshole wasn't sore, though taking my morning 
poop felt different in what I knew was a temporary 
slippery aftermath to all that action, which I found 
really funny as I remembered again what had all gone in 
there, but there was a deep muscular soreness all around 
my ass, between my cheeks, at the tops of my thighs, 
outside and around my whole backside. Ed was right, I'd 
worked muscles that hadn't been worked before, and as I 
clenched my ass muscles together, the sore feeling mixed 
with the fresh memory made my cock leap to attention 
again. 

I got some lotion from the bathroom, shut my door, laid 
a towel across the top of my low dresser, then watched 
myself jerk off in the big mirror that ran across the 
back of the dresser. My dick wasn't really bigger, was 
it? My balls weren't hanging a little looser, were they? 
I squeezed and stretched my balls down hard with my left 
hand held backwards, then stroked furiously with my 
right while watching it all in the mirror.

I expected my jizz to shoot across the towel, as I'd 
done lots of times before, but most of it shot all 
across the mirror. That was as powerful a jizz as I had 
ever shot, ever, and just might have been the most power 
and most distance, ever, and I felt strong. Dick strong.

I squeezed the last of it up my lotion covered dick, the 
head looking maroon and hard as I squeezed. I liked how 
it looked as I looked down at it, and again as I looked 
at it in the mirror, like it was someone else's. I wiped 
the come and lotion off with the towel, then leaned way 
over and licked the dripping lines of jism off the 
mirror. I had never done that before, and smiled at the 
funny wicked feeling I had while doing it. 

I had now tasted, drunk, slurped and swallowed Ed's 
come, Cale's jizz and Mr. Miller's cock cream. It had 
all happened very fast, and I was still a little come 
drunk. My own spurts would do for now, I thought, as my 
tongue followed the line of translucent white up and 
across where it had landed. I opened my eyes and watched 
myself, and let the goo linger as I watched my young man 
face lick come off my young man lips...

This was all still so new, and I was so excited by every 
bit of it. The steaming physicality. The almost comical 
wickedness that still seemed natural and wholesome, 
just... wicked. The camaraderie. The sense of being in 
the club, in the know.

Saturday was a busy work day at the hardware store. 
There were knowing grins from the guys, and a rough yet 
friendly bark from Miller that last night was all fun 
and games but today was work. Work! And that was it. 
There was no heading to the bathroom except to piss, no 
sneaking around the back to peep at anyone. It really 
was business and the work of the hardware store, hub of 
the town. 

The difference was that we were all now part of a secret 
society in the best tradition of secret societies, and I 
had not only been initiated, I had triumphed and was 
welcomed in as a full equal to all. Every time I 
clenched my sore butt muscles over the weekend, the 
energy shot right to my cock and balls, and I had a 
smile that just wouldn't quit.

Wipe the grin off your face and stock those shelves 
Miller barked at one point, but the smiles stayed on.

There was a moment on Saturday that threw me a little, 
when Jerry and Jack Moulton, my neighbors whose parents 
had suggested I apply at Miller's, stopped in to pick up 
some miscellaneous materials for a back yard project. 
Jerry went to my school and was two years older and two 
grades ahead of me, and Jack was a senior at Cheshire 
High, having switched over there because the sports 
teams were better at Cheshire, and he was a natural 
athlete.

How's it going? Jack asked through his regularly beaming 
smile and I told them it was going very well, and 
clearly meant it. Jerry piped in that he was going to be 
a summer boy at Miller's as soon as school let out and 
that we'd be working together. Jack said he'd been a 
summer boy a few years earlier, and I told him how great 
that was, and that it was like we were all in the 
Miller's Club. Jerry and Jack were both good friends as 
well as neighbors, and I was genuinely pleased that 
Jerry would be working with me, as opposed to any number 
of unknowns.

That night I lay in bed and thought about Jerry and 
Jack, and all the other grown up former summer boys who 
had been saying hello all week. Did any of them have the 
same experiences as I'd already had as a summer boy? Did 
most of them? Did ALL of them?

I jerked my dick in long steady strokes and then threw 
my legs over my head to shoot down into my mouth. I 
didn't strain to get my cock into my mouth, just pushed 
far enough to be able to tongue the tip and cock slit. I 
wondered if all my guy classmates jerked off. I was sure 
that most and probably all of them did. They had to. 

I wondered how many of them liked to shoot come in their 
own mouths and push further to try and suck their own 
dicks. I bet every single one of them had at least tried 
it once, and I bet most of them did it regularly, like 
me. I opened my mouth further and stuck my tongue out 
low as a stream of hot jizz popped out of my dick head 
and flew into my mouth, then uncurled slowly, licked the 
shot that missed off my lips and chin, and fell fast 
asleep.

Monday during gym class I decided I wasn't going to work 
so hard to hide my nakedness while I changed into my gym 
suit, while I entered and exited the showers, while I 
washed the sweat from myself, and while I dried off. I 
knew I wasn't going to make any sort of spectacle of 
myself, but I wasn't a kid any more, and I wasn't 
ashamed of my cock or my balls. 

My sparse hair seemed a little fuller since before the 
break. My cock and balls felt more manly, even if 
everything was in reality almost exactly the same. I 
knew it was different. I had become a man since the last 
time I'd been in this locker room.

Sure enough I changed out of my clothes facing towards 
the bolted down bench in the center of our row of 
lockers, and pulled my jock and my shorts on without 
turning away. I even reached into my jock after I pulled 
it up and adjusted my dick. It wasn't a great slow 
motion show. It was just natural and unafraid. 

After class I undressed partly turned away, but held my 
towel only half modestly in front of me while walking 
confidently into the showers, instead of having it 
tightly wrapped and rushing in and out. I let the water 
run hot and ran my hands all over me to really get the 
sweat off, and dared to rub soap around my cock and 
balls while I stood with my head back to the shower, 
letting the water run through my hair and letting anyone 
who wanted get a quick eyeful.

Again, this wasn't a slow motion show, or lewd, just me 
being a man. As I dried off in front of my locker, I 
could see Theo Denton staring at my cock while I dried 
my hair. I admit it was half hard now, but only he could 
see that it was at all puffed up. We were at our regular 
assigned lockers at the far end of the row, and I was 
smiling as I got dressed. He was, too, and dressed 
facing me. I dared to look right at it for a moment. 
Either his dick was a little bigger than mine or he was 
getting a little cock rush in there like I was.

At the end of school I walked to the library to get 
started on a major project given to us that day, and 
pulled a pile of books to begin my research. The library 
was one of those places where I'd stolen glances at all 
sorts of dicks over the years, straining my eyes 
sideways, not daring to turn my head even a millimeter 
while I pissed and they pissed, then hurrying out. Today 
when I have to piss, I thought, I'll take my time. I'm a 
man.

I was sorting through a mountain of information and 
making notes in my notebook when I finally admitted I 
had to pee, which I'd had to for awhile, and I headed to 
the bathroom right after a well dressed gentleman with a 
briefcase entered just ahead of me. Fellows that well 
dressed were usually associated in some way with the 
university, and his presence didn't seem unusual. He had 
just set his case against the back wall and was starting 
to face the urinals as I entered and almost sauntered up 
to the next one. 

My dick plopped right out and I stretched it once and 
let a stream go. He unzipped his slacks and pulled out a 
normal, handsome grown up cock, stretched it forward two 
long pulls, and a stream shot out. We were both holding 
our cocks in exactly the same way and both stretched 
them again and shot out a last few squirts. I was 
straining my eyes to really see it and turned my head a 
little, finally, to look at it more clearly. That simple 
act felt like a cock revolution. 

I actually dared to turn my head, just a little, nothing 
too obvious, and look at another dick without just 
straining my eyes sideways. We both stretched again and 
shook them a little, but neither of us put our cocks 
away. My heart was pounding and I started to shake a 
little like I had with Mr. Miller.

My cock instantly started to bulge, and the gentleman's 
dick was growing as well as both of us started to stroke 
and stretch them. I'd turned my head to look right at 
his cock, which was growing and growing, and looked up 
at his face. He was smiling, a handsome smile on a 
handsome face. Friendly. Warm. I smiled back and I 
watched his eyes go right back to my cock, now fully 
hard and getting pumped between my finger and thumb.

He turned more towards me, put both hands on his hips 
and leaned back a little which pushed his man cock out a 
little more in my direction. My left hand just 
instinctively reached out and gently grasped his meat, 
holding it, cradling it, then squeezing it and pulling 
it towards me in firm strokes. It was soft and plenty 
hard, and very warm to the touch. My hand was holding it 
underneath with my thumb hooked over the top and 
stroking it towards me as he reached into his pants with 
his left hand and pulled his balls out for me to play 
with at the same time. His cock hairs were black and 
gray and white, all mixed together. 

I looked at him and went to bend down to get a closer 
look, or maybe even lick the tip, and he said, quietly, 
No, step in here. He walked calmly into the stall and 
took his case with him. I followed and sat on the toilet 
staring at his cock as it pointed at my face. I noticed 
he placed his satchel so that no one coming in could see 
his feet, which made me smile, and I took hold of his 
man sized cock with my right hand again, fingers across 
the top and thumb underneath, and started to slowly jerk 
it off. My left hand cupped and played and oh so gently 
stretched his balls and ballsack. 

They were real hangers, and I was fascinated by them. 
Just like my first cock, Mr. Miller, I rocked and 
jerked, my mouth just naturally opening wide then wider 
as I moved, my tongue leaning further and further out. I 
looked up at this man with the pleasant demeanor and 
beautiful dick and smiled, jerking his meat towards my 
mouth as we looked into each other's eyes for a moment, 
his smile as wide as mine. 

Then I leaned forward a little and his hips rolled 
forward at the same time, and his dick head made solid 
contact with my lolling tongue and extended lips. I 
broke eye contact and leaned back to look at his 
handsome cock again while I continued to pull and jerk 
it, then I just swept down on it, mouth wide and tongue 
furiously busy.

This was brand new to me, even though I'd sucked off Mr. 
Miller through the stall wall at work. This was much, 
much freer... me, and another man, together with his 
cock in my mouth, and me working on it like a hungry 
animal. At first he just leaned back with hands on hips 
and let his midsection roll with my motions. 

Then I felt his right hand run through the hair above 
and behind my right ear, gently pulling me as he pumped 
a little. As he seemed to be speeding up, I pulled off 
him a little and looked up again, my lips stuck way out 
around his cock head while jerking his beautiful dick 
off into and against my mouth. I wanted to feel the come 
shoot right into my mouth the way I liked to drink my 
own jizz at home. I wanted to feel the actual shot as he 
came. He seemed to get it and went back to leaning back, 
cock thrust forward, hands on hips. 

I jerked furiously and felt him almost shudder from head 
to toe as I was rewarded with a jet of come right to the 
roof of my mouth and back of my tongue. I followed with 
some furious long sucking strokes, and it felt like my 
new friend was about to collapse as he grabbed my 
shoulders for support.

His knees were jelly but I kept sucking, knowing how 
great the moment feels right after you come, and wanting 
to suck this meat tube dry of all the juices it had to 
give.

I slowed down, but was still little reluctant to let it 
fall out of my mouth. I could feel it shrink, 
dramatically, and I stretched my head back while sucking 
a super strong suck, then let it out with a pop. We 
smiled at each other, huge toothy grins, and he 
whispered Thank you as he zipped up and stepped out of 
the stall and back into the library. 

I stayed long enough to jerk myself off, another 
powerful come, then checked in the mirror as I stepped 
out to make sure there wasn't any jizz on my face. I had 
a smile that was so wide I almost laughed out loud, and 
suddenly had the wickedly funny thought that I could 
probably do all that again a dozen times, right here, 
right now.

Wednesday gym class was a new problem, one that I should 
have seen coming. With the thought of all the guys 
having had a discreet, quick look, and how at least one 
friend had responded subtly in a similar way, I was half 
hard going into the locker room and was afraid I would 
show a full boner as I pulled off my pants and 
underwear. I turned more towards the wall again as I 
changed, and sure enough it was all I could do to get my 
jock on before I was fully hard. 

As my dick disappeared in the top of the jock, I glanced 
quickly towards Theo. I wasn't that ready to put all my 
cards on the table, and I didn't want to get teased as 
'boner guy' or anything like that. Theo was standing in 
a way that only I could see, and he was pulling his jock 
up and over a fully hard dick! He wasn't too slow, and 
he wasn't too fast about it. 

I looked right at his cock filled jock, and he stuck his 
hips forward to make it look bigger, then we both pulled 
our shorts on. As I tied my sneakers I thought about how 
it looked and decided it looked just about like mine. 
Same length, same thickness, same good, well defined 
head, same color pinky purple tan.

Afterwards, in the shower, I kept my towel around me and 
set the water at barely warm under the further shower 
head, knowing that cold water makes a hard cock shrink. 
Theo took the shower head next to mine. We were both 
facing away from the other kids, who were mostly running 
in and out so fast and making so much noise that we 
didn't raise an eyebrow. I looked at Theo's cock and it 
was easily three quarters hard. He was looking at me and 
smiling a goofy sort of boyish grin, and I looked at him 
very alarmed and said, quietly but unmistakably, Make 
the water colder. Now!

He did, and I stepped out to get dressed. We didn't say 
a word, and this time I was looking right at his cock as 
he dried and got dressed. He could see that I was 
watching, and took just a second or two to work it with 
his towel. I finished and smiled and hurried out. This 
was dangerous play, and I wanted things to be more in 
control from this point on.

I headed back to the library for the first time since 
Monday, and was shaking a little with anticipation, 
thinking I might see my gentleman friend. Maybe this 
time he would suck me dry. I hoped so. When I finally 
went to the bathroom, I was followed in by a teenager 
about my age, certainly almost exactly my height and 
build, except his hair was bright red. Like I had on 
Monday, I pulled out and pissed at the same time he did, 
and when we both hesitated about putting our cocks away 
just for a moment, I dared to turn my head a little and 
look. His forearms were covered in red freckles, and his 
cock was much paler and whiter than mine, more of a 
pinky red at the tip and definitely thicker. 

We were both as still as statues, except I was shaking 
again just a little. Statues or not, both our cocks were 
growing in our hands. I dared to make the first move and 
stretched and shook mine again, like I had just finished 
peeing again, except this time I was clearly three 
quarters  hard. He did exactly the same thing, and in an 
instant both of us were completely hard.

This time, after it was clear we were both basically 
jerking off together slowly, I turned towards him and 
put my hands on my hips. Sure enough, his smile got even 
wider and he reached out and took my dick in his hand. I 
wanted to feel his and I reached for it. He turned more 
towards me to accommodate. 

There we were, two regular guys, me 13 and him maybe 14. 
pulling gently but firmly on each other's cocks and 
grinning from ear to ear. I motioned towards the stall 
and started to move in that direction and he said, 
quietly, I have a better place. Follow me. His eyes were 
alive with a sort of electrified glee, and I imagined I 
probably looked just as excited. I followed him down the 
hall to the big reference area, always much grayer and 
quieter than the rest of the library. 

The stairway in the corner led up to a big mezzanine 
where no one ever went. Nobody on the first floor could 
see anyone in the stairwell, I could tell that in an 
instant, so we went to the top where we could see but 
not be seen, and could hear if anyone approached well 
before they got to us. I'm Robby he beamed through a 
frothing sea of bright red freckles as we sat down on 
the top step, his hand going right to my bone and 
squeezing it through my pants. 

I'm Barry I said, smiling and did the same with his. He 
looked very familiar, but I wasn't sure where from. We 
live in the same neighborhood, he said. I've seen you at 
the ball park, and riding bikes. I live in Oak Hill, on 
the uphill. I grinned and told him I lived in Oak Hill , 
too, on the downhill.

We got quiet, both of us mashing each other's dicks 
through our pants, then Robby leaned closer to me and 
asked in a quiet but excited whisper, Did anyone ever 
suck your dick? I couldn't believe he would come right 
out and ask that kind of question. Yeah, sure, I said 
through my grin, Did anyone ever, y'know, suck you? I 
was really working his cock through his pants, and both 
of our eyes were as wide as saucers. 

Sure, he said, then even quieter, he asked, Did you ever 
suck anybody's dick? and I hesitated for a second. I was 
so excited and all this seemed so natural and so right, 
and we were both leaning in so tightly to each other and 
our voices were so quiet, and we were both squeezing 
each other's dicks so intensely, yet I chickened out for 
a moment and said, in an excited whisper, Have you? Yes, 
he whispered as he squeezed me extra hard. Want me to 
try it on you? Want me to give you a suck job?

A 'blow job' I whisper-laughed. It's called a 'blow job' 
as I let go of his dick and leaned back on the top 
stair. Robby unbuckled and unzipped my pants, and as I 
wriggled just a little he got them down enough to pull 
my glorious dick out, hard as it’s ever been. Are you 
ready? he said as he got himself in position on his 
knees a step below. I nodded and pushed my cock up just 
an inch towards his face. 

He wasted no time as his mouth opened and he practically 
fell forward on it and just started to suck it, and he 
was good at it. I was already so worked up and excited 
that it was barely a minute and my breath started to 
pant and quicken. My hips bucked just a little and I 
shot a load into his pile driving mouth. He froze for a 
second, and his thumbs dug into my thighs just a little 
as a quick succession of spurts flew into his mouth, 
then he resumed more slowly and I was in come heaven, 
practically swooning with the physical ecstasy of it.

The whole scenario was a thrill in its crazy, funny sex 
wickedness, and was also just the most amazing game we 
were suddenly playing. A new game, a new sport, and I 
was good at it! As Robby lifted his head and looked up 
at me, even redder than he was before. I smiled and he 
smiled back, both of us very happy, and a little giddy 
with the moment. He sat up next to me again on the top 
stair and I reached over and squeezed his dick again. He 
leaned back on his elbows and I whispered, quiet as 
could be through my smile while I looked in his eyes and 
kneaded his cock.
 
Would you... ah, ummmm... could I... uh... would you 
like me to... ahhhhh, you know... suck yours? 

The last words came out so quietly, little more than 
breath, that you'd think I'd never done any of this 
before. Still, it all felt brand new and was as exciting 
as if it was my first time. Did you ever suck a dick 
before? he whispered, eyes still bulging with 
excitement. Yes, I whispered, just last week was the 
first time, but lots of times since then! He undid his 
pants and slid them down enough for me to get to work.

I looked at his cock and it was definitely fatter than 
mine, the pinkish red head was a little bigger and had 
more of a ski jump slope to it. There was come dampness 
at the slit, and I pushed my thumb hard up the whole 
length of it, then leaned in to lick the ball of precome 
that formed. What should I do when it's time to come? he 
asked. I looked at him not understanding the question 
and said, Just come, I guess! 

I was smiling as I lowered my face down onto his cock, 
on my hands and knees on the first step below the top as 
he sat, leaning back flat on the landing. It was just 
pressing against the front of my face, then I rose up, 
opened my mouth and leaned way over so the head would 
slip right into my waiting lips and across my extended 
tongue, and then just went to town. His breathing was 
already harsh as I went up and down. I loved gauging the 
width and the length and the mass of it in my mouth. I 
loved pausing and swirling my tongue and lips around the 
head to really get a feel for the shape and density of 
it. It was a great dick and this was a wickedly cool 
place to suck it.

His hands were suddenly on the top of my head, then more 
on the back of my head as I kept the pace and even sped 
it up. His dick, especially the head, swelled up, and he 
went stiff laying there on the marble landing, 
convulsing slightly, as a stream of come shot in with a 
surprisingly powerful pop. I pushed my face down further 
and the second shot was in the back of my throat even as 
I was swallowing the first. Immediately I started going 
up and down again, and he made it clear that he was 
feeling every bit of it as his hands tightened on my 
scalp, his body rigid.

As he relaxed a little I pulled the last of the jizz up 
his shrinking dick and licked it off the tip of his 
cock, and looked at his face while I did it. He was 
smiling through a swoon, his chest heaving. That was the 
best blow job I've ever had, he said, beaming. When can 
we do it again?

INTERMISSION

Chapter 4

Thursday Jerry ran into me in the hallway at school and 
asked if I wanted to come over and hang out on Friday 
night. His folks were going out and there was a great 
movie on TV at 8, and I told him that sounded great.

He said we should meet at the end of school and walk 
over to Cheshire High. Jack had a crazy workout routine 
and he would drive us home from there. Sounds cool I 
said and continued on with my day. I thought again about 
the idea that maybe some of the summer boys of the past 
were members of the same club I was now a full member 
of. 

I wondered about Jack, and drifted into a daydream about 
Jack cramming Mr. Miller's big baloney cock into his 
mouth while I watched and jerked my dick on the bed next 
to them. I found myself smiling again, and saw in my 
mind Jack point it towards my mouth, and in an instant I 
had it in, slurping and moving my head up and down. I 
squeezed my hard on through my pants, then snapped back 
to attention before anyone in class caught on.

Friday gym class was moved to last class because of an 
assembly, and I was now a little more used to getting 
undressed with my new cock awareness pulsing like a 
thing alive. Sure, I was half hard getting into my jock, 
and so was Theo, and neither of us were shy about 
staring at each other's swinging rods, but we moved 
quickly, and neither of us had the trouble of going full 
hard that we'd had before.

As we came back in, all sweat and laughs, I said, 
quietly but crisply through my teeth, Don't get a bone 
in the shower, and Theo smiled and nodded. I made a 
'slow down' motion with my hands, and we entered the 
showers just as the other kids were running back out, 
none of them having had a real thorough rinse, as usual.

We faced away from the yelling, hurrying kids in the 
lockers behind us, and I said Keep the water at least 
cool, but both of us were three quarters hard. I soaped 
my dick and balls and watched Theo watching me. He did 
the same, and I was hard as a rock, no matter what the 
temperature of the water was. Here was a friend I'd 
known nearly my whole life, and suddenly we were showing 
off our dicks in a way that I knew was going to lead 
right to another suck fest. I'm sure he knew it too.

You could hear the doors slamming and the sounds dying 
down as the kids ran out to catch buses or walk home, 
and Theo and I faced each other more blatantly as we 
rinsed off. His eyes and his grin were alive, as I'm 
sure mine were. We both grabbed our towels and held them 
in front of ourselves, this time to hide boners as we 
crossed from the showers to the lockers, in case anyone 
was still there. 

Back at our end of the row, we stood facing each other 
with hard dicks pointing up and at each other. I grabbed 
mine and squeezed it, and started to stroke it. Theo 
grabbed his the same way, then stepped towards me, 
pushed his pelvis forward and sort of slowly slapped his 
dick across mine. Next thing you know it was like we 
were sword fighting with our dicks, while jerking them 
at the same time. I loved the feeling of his cock's skin 
and the head as it dragged along mine, and then did the 
same on the other side.

Do you jerk off, I asked, and he said Damn right I do! 
and we both laughed quietly and pumped furiously. Let me 
see it closer while you jerk it, I said and sat down on 
the bench. He was jerking it more slowly now, very close 
to my face, and I was shaking a little again with 
anticipation, and breathing hard. 

I reached up and slipped my hand around it and he 
immediately let go so I had more room to work it. I was 
sliding my hand up and down its length, then squeezing 
and pumping it close and closer to my mouth, rocking as 
I always seemed to do when I found myself in this 
position and this nervous. I'm sure he could feel my 
breath rolling over it. His hips were pushing forward, 
and he was probably pretty sure I was going to wrap my 
lips around it.

It was moving into and out of the entrance of my mouth, 
but my lips were open so wide it hadn't touched anything 
yet when I suddenly said, Do you want to see mine up 
close? Sure, he said through almost a gulp of air, and 
he sat down as I stood up. He leaned in close and jerked 
my meat in a steady, pulling rhythm. 

I could see mostly the top of his head, but he kept 
getting closer in tiny increments, and I could feel his 
breath on my cock, hotter and more intense as he got it 
practically in his mouth. I rolled my hips forward and 
the tip of my dick immediately landed right on his 
tongue and lips. I couldn't see it, but I sure could 
feel it!

He froze, completely, stock still as a rock, but he 
didn't pull his face or lips or tongue away. My cock lay 
on his tongue, his lips encircling the front half of the 
head, but we both stood still as statues. I thought to 
reassure him by offering to suck him, right then and 
there, and said quietly, Should we switch again for 
awhile? At that he let his lips open more and moved his 
face forward, my cock slipping in, in a beautiful moment 
of pure cocksucker bliss. 

After a few long, swirly sucking strokes where his hand 
and mouth were working in amazing harmony, he let it 
slide all the way back out and said OK, let's switch. He 
stood up and I sat down in a flash, his dick back in 
front of my mouth. Without a moment's hesitation I stuck 
my tongue out and started a slow licking under the head 
and all around the tip. As I slowly tongued the slit, I 
looked up and there was an old friend beaming. I liked 
all this cocksucking. I really, really liked it!

BARRY! someone yelled from the outside door at the end 
of the locker room, Are you god damned in there? It was 
Jerry, and I'd forgotten about walking with him to 
Cheshire High. I'll be right out, I yelled while Theo 
and I were already scrambling to get into our clothes, 
half crazy with the fear of being caught and the 
laughter that it was someone I knew, and everything was 
alright.

Neither Theo or I had to say a thing to each other as we 
bolted through the door, sloppily dressed but dressed 
enough. We headed in different directions, me with 
Jerry, him towards home, running. We knew that we could 
pick this up again at any time, and I thought to myself 
that that moment would definitely be soon. Real soon.

At Cheshire High, Jack was just coming off the field 
with his overstuffed backpack. He'd been told that he 
should work to improve his stamina, so he'd come up with 
a rigorous routine of running laps with a heavy pack. 
I'd never been in the C.H.S. locker room, and it smelled 
more like a locker room than ours. 

Jerry and I sat on the long bench between two rows of 
lockers, and I laughed to myself how similar all this 
seemed to where I'd been just 40 minutes before. We 
talked and laughed while I pretended to not watch Jack 
in the shower, but if my little show at school had been 
modest, Jack's was blatantly obvious, soaping and 
rubbing his cock and balls not 15 feet from us.

I looked at Jerry, we were still talking, while looking 
at Jack, and wondered that Jerry didn't seem to notice 
the show. Jack bounded out of the shower and dried off 
in front of us, his half hard on become three quarters 
hard as he toweled his hair. He was standing not two 
feet from us, then nonchalantly moved closer so that his 
now hard cock was swinging back and forth between me and 
Jerry, not a foot from us.

I was smiling and my eyebrows were way up on my 
forehead, not really sure what to make of this display, 
and not sure what I was expected to do. Had Ed or Cale 
told Jack I was now a cocksucker? Had he told Jerry? Did 
they think I would suck their cocks just because they 
waved them in front of me? Well, I would, but that all 
seemed a little presumptuous.

Jack now just had his wet towel on top of his head, with 
both his hands on top of that, his hard dick and pelvis 
pointing forward. He looked at Jerry, and Jerry looked 
up at him, and both seemed a little confused, but 
neither of them seemed like they had any sort of bad 
intent. I just didn't know how this game worked.

Show him then, Jack said and Jerry reached up and 
started to stroke Jack's surprisingly manly cock. Jerry 
then pointed it towards me, but I was frozen. Smiling, 
almost laughing, but frozen. Show him the rest, Jack 
said and Jerry got right on his knees and slurped Jack's 
cock into his mouth, right in front of my face. I'd 
known these guys for years, ridden bikes with them, gone 
to the movies, had them over for family barbeque, and 
here they were sucking dick in front of me as if that 
was the most regular thing ever.

I burst out laughing, and said Jeesus, couldn't we just 
do all this in your rec room? Both of them laughed and I 
stood up, walked the one half step over to Jack, bent 
over, and sucked his bone into my mouth. Sure, said 
Jack, still with a laugh in his voice, we could do that.

INTERMISSION

Chapter 5

I only sucked Jack's cock for a minute, as much as 
anything to make it clear we were all in the same club 
and put them at ease after I failed to follow their 
strange, but funny, locker room set up. Then I sat back 
down next to Jerry and we went back to being neighbors 
and old friends while Jack got dressed. 

On the drive back over to our street there was no talk 
about anything to do with any kind of sex, just sports 
and TV and music and everything else teens talk about. 
When we got there Jerry got sodas and we all headed 
upstairs to Jack's 'den'. Jack had a bedroom that had 
once been the library of the house, a handsome room with 
lots of windows and old style wood paneling above the 
garage, but entered into from the second floor hallway. 
He suggested cards and I somehow wasn't the least 
surprised. Jerry just grinned.

There were two armchairs and two big flat hassocks 
surrounding a low square table. Jerry and I took the 
hassocks, and Jack looked regal in his armchair. We went 
through the ritual of strip poker, which was funny 
because we just said 'poker' but all of us automatically 
started taking off our clothes as we lost, because we 
all knew that was what we were going to do and saying 
the word 'strip' just wasn't necessary. When Jerry ended 
up naked first and lost another hand, he blurted out 
that he wanted to see my dick, and he wanted to see it 
hard. 

I laughed and said he didn't get to choose what happened 
next, and that we got to tell him what to do. He was the 
one with no clothes left to take off, and he was the one 
who lost another round. They both cracked up and agreed, 
then looked at me expectantly. I took that as my cue and 
said, quietly but firmly, through a smile, Pull my dick 
out and jerk it, slow. That was the end of the cards.

I leaned back and lifted my butt a little as Jerry 
pulled my underwear down and off, my cock hard and 
snapping out as the band pulled past the head. Jerry 
looked at me with a funny, slightly wild expression, 
then took a hold and stretched my cock a few times while 
Jack got in real close to watch. 

Suck on it, Jack said and sure enough, Jerry was 
instantly sucking my cock in a really slow and very wet 
style. I watched Jack watching Jerry suck my cock, a 
wild look in his eyes and a wild half smile on his face, 
lips parted, then I saw his tongue dart across his lips. 
My dick pulsed in Jerry's mouth just from seeing the 
excitement in his brother's eyes as he watched, and my 
hips started to roll a little to meet Jerry's mouth 
rhythm. 

I leaned over to Jack and whispered, Let me see your 
dick again. In an instant Jack's t shirt and underwear 
were off and he was standing next to me, and I was 
gently running my fingers up and down his shaft and 
feeling his bush of hair. It was good looking cock, 
manly and full sized, even though I wasn't sure if Jack 
had hit his eighteenth birthday.

Over to the bed! was the sudden suggestion from Jack and 
Jerry pulled his lips off my cock and said Yeah! We lay 
next to each other on top of the bedspread, with me in 
the middle and all three of us watching each other jerk 
off. I asked, with a little bit of nervous laugh in my 
voice, about how it was they knew I would suck their 
cocks in the locker room. Jack laughed and said that no 
summer boy at Miller's ever went to the card game unless 
they had already sucked SOMEBODY'S cock!

That was one of the most iron clad rules. Have you 
sucked Mr. Miller's cock, I asked, and Jack laughed and 
said it was the biggest and best dick he'd ever seen! 
Sure, he'd sucked it, lots! That was a big part of being 
a summer boy!

All three of us were shoulder to shoulder, laughing and 
pulling and pumping vigorously on our cocks. 
Conversation about cocksucking, even more than the 
actual sucking, seemed to add to the danger, to the 
feeling of being in an exclusive club. It just wasn't 
done. People didn't talk about sucking dicks, yet here 
we were, pulling our peckers and talking about how much 
fun it was to now be a cocksucker!

Have you, I asked Jerry. No, he said, but I'm sure I 
will this summer from all I've heard from Jack. All 
three of us were stroking and stretching our cocks 
faster and grinning, and I asked when they first sucked 
each other. Just the thought of it was making me crazy, 
ever since the locker room when it all suddenly became 
so clear to me. 

When I was in sixth grade, Jerry said, I would watch 
Jack and Will Davis suck each other off all the time. I 
thought I was being sneaky and they couldn't tell I was 
there, but they knew. One day, at the pool club changing 
rooms, after me and Jack and Will showered and all three 
of us had hard-ons the whole time, I walked right up to 
Jack, right in front of Will, and just got down on my 
knees and started to suck his dick. It was so funny. 
Jack was sure we would get caught so all three of us 
came back here and all of us jerked and sucked like 
crazy. We've been doing it all the time ever since!

Jack reached over and held my dick, and I wrapped my 
left hand around his. I liked the weight of it in my 
hand as I stroked it. Then he moved around and 
repositioned himself up on his knees on the bed right 
between and a little below me and Jerry. Nice dick, he 
said through a smile and leaned down and slurped it into 
his mouth. I reached over and stroked Jerry and smiled 
at him while he smiled back. I couldn't believe there 
was this much cocksucking going on around me, and I just 
never imagined it. I had been tonguing my own cock and 
drinking my own come for ages, all by myself, and here 
just a few doors away were family friends who could have 
been my suck buddies all along! 

I shut my eyes for a minute while Jack blew me with real 
skill, and imagined Will Davis sucking Jack, sucking 
Jerry, sucking me, sucking Miller and the guys at the 
hardware store. Both Jack and Will were big men on 
campus at Cheshire, both had girlfriends and I'm sure 
both had regular sex with their girls. Does that mean 
I'll suck dicks and fuck girls, too? I hoped that was 
what it meant. I liked to jack off to the tits and 
pussies as well as the cocks and balls in my father's 
stash of old European porn...

Jack suddenly rearranged me and Jerry so that we were 
69ing, with me on top. He got behind me and started to 
massage my ass cheeks, pulling them apart as he did, 
then running his fingers and hands up and down the crack 
of my ass, fingers pausing to press into and around my 
asshole just a little with each stroke. That drove me 
suddenly to suck Jerry with more vigor, more energy, 
more power, while I rolled my hips back to meet Jack's 
fingers and rolled them forward, pushing my dick further 
and deeper into Jerry's mouth with each roll of my 
pelvis.  

I could feel Jerry's movements speed up to match my 
rhythm, and as I pushed back with each swirl, Jack's 
finger probed my ass further, wider, deeper. Suddenly 
his fingers had lotion on them and first one then a 
second finger were moving further into my ass. I started 
to come, my hips bucking forward, choking Jerry just a 
little and back to grind Jack's fingers further in. 
Forward, come, backward, digging deep.

Jerry's hips had been pushing up and up into my mouth, 
and I loved the feeling of the flesh and the head and 
the motion, and as I came I could feel his cock pulse 
and twitch. I was sucking my buddy's cock and now was 
about to get his jizz load. It was amazing!!! I pushed 
my face further down on Jerry's dick, half choking as 
the tip hit the back of my throat but carried so much by 
the moment that I didn't care. He shot all the way in, 
at the back of my throat, deeper than I'd let anyone 
before, but the 69 angle was perfect and the super 
charged electric energy coming from my asshole drove me 
on. 

I locked my lips around the base, and then slid my tight 
lips up the length of it and back down. I was moaning 
deep pleasure sounds that were drowned by so much boy 
man cock in my mouth, and I could hear Jerry's loud 
Ooooomph Ooooomph noises as he swallowed and came at the 
same time. I could feel Jack's face filling my whole ass 
crack as he slurped and licked my balls from the back, 
over and over, sloppy wet while I ground my ass 
backwards to meet his tongue, ass way up in the air.

The fact that these were my friends and my neighbors, 
that the surroundings were all so familiar and safe and 
welcoming, and that what I was doing was just as good as 
what they were doing rocketed my newfound cocksucker 
passions to another fresh level of excitement, mixed 
with an all over, satisfied happiness. I rolled off 
Jerry and laid there, starry eyed and grinning, and Jack 
pulled himself up alongside my with his rock hard cock 
near my mouth. Both Jerry and Jack's dicks looked almost 
identical, with Jack's just being bigger and having more 
hair and lower hanging balls. 

I licked the tip, then completely repositioned myself 
for a 69 on my side. I wanted to suck him from this 
angle for better control and lots better pleasure for 
me. I looked down and could see him playing with my 
cock, stretching it. He licked the last come off of the 
tip that he'd just stroked up the length, and slipped my 
half hard dick into his mouth. Nice dick, I heard him 
say again as he gave it a hard squeeze, and I felt proud 
of my mannish teen cock, happy that one of my peers 
liked it enough to say so.

I ran my fingers through his pubes, and felt all around 
his balls, moving them, pushing them, then took hold of 
his hard cock again and started to suck and slurp. I 
loved it. I loved the feel of it in my mouth, and the 
way it felt as I moved up and down on it, helped a 
little by his hip motions. Jerry was watching, slowly 
stroking his cock and smiling. 

Jack let out a loud but genuinely hot mouth filled moan 
as I slid my head back and forth in a sort of sideways 
twist, and I knew I was doing something right. He 
started kneading my ass again with one hand, then 
probing a little as he spread my cheek, all the while 
sucking steadily. I had my one arm under him, so I could 
actually grab both his ass cheeks while I sucked, and 
realized this was something I hadn't done before. 

I kneaded and stretched his cheeks like he and all the 
guys at the hardware store had done to me, and let my 
fingers start a rhythm of moving closer and pushing in 
around the edges of his asshole. I let out an unexpected 
moan as my fingers started to touch the actual puckered 
flesh of his hole for the first time, the newness of it 
mixed with a 'no turning back now' excitement, all the 
while slurping his full size man stick. His moan was 
almost at the same instant, and both of us were moving 
our hips now, not just sucking each other, but really 
feeding cock to each other while working our asses 
towards each other's groping, probing hands.

I suddenly felt chilly goo on my hands and looked up to 
see that Jerry had shot some lotion onto my fingers. I 
was so worked up I don't think I smiled an 
acknowledgment, with my heaving breath and half shut 
eyes, but I slipped his brother's hard on right back 
into my mouth and immediately started to slide 
fingertips from both hands into Jack's gyrating hole. He 
increased his motions and I felt the lotion hit my ass 
finally, followed by his fingers really moving in and 
stretching my hole wider as I pushed back to meet his 
probing fingers. 

He shot his wad into my mouth with no warning but plenty 
of power, followed by crazy shaking and bucking. His ass 
clenched and my fingers popped out, but I held on to his 
cheeks and moved my mouth up and down wildly. I 
swallowed twice and didn't really spend any time moving 
come around in my mouth this time, just swallowed and 
kept sucking. Jack was a real athlete, and I felt like I 
had a tiger by the tail as he bucked, real man moves, 
really strong.

I wasn't near coming yet, just holding steady at a 
dizzying height of cock pleasure, and Jack swung around 
and lay on his back, threw his legs over his head and 
said Fuck my ass. Do it. Stick you cock up my ass. This 
was a command, almost hissed between rough breaths from 
coming, and I got on my knees in an instant on the bed 
and put the head of my cock at his lotion covered 
asshole. Jerry appeared out of nowhere with the lotion 
and squeezed more all along my dick, and more on his 
brother's asshole as Jack held his legs all the way back 
over his head.

I've never fucked anybody before, I said as the head of 
my dick swam around his hole, pushing through the 
lotion, probing the hole, pushing in just a little. Just 
do it, you'll be fine, he said and I felt his hips push 
just a tiny bit against my probing cock. I grabbed 
around the base of my dick and held tightly, which 
swelled and engorged the shaft and the head, and holding 
it, aiming it, I pushed the lotion covered head into his 
ass, while staring down at my almost angry looking 
purple cock, amazed at all of this remarkable fuck 
moment. 

Jerry was behind me now pushing my hips with his hands 
on my waist, and the head of my dick went further in, 
came back out all the way with a wet sound, then pushed 
in and stayed in. I scootched forward a little and 
pushed more, then slid back some, then pushed again. It 
was sliding in as I leaned forward and put my hands on 
the underside of his thighs and really started to plow 
his ass. I remembered Cale fucking me from this angle 
and I remembered how amazing it felt hitting my cock 
from inside on each stroke. My cock seemed to stay big 
from the excitement of watching it disappear over and 
over as I slammed up into his ass. 

Me, I was the fucker, fucking a guy lots stronger than 
me, really smashing up and into that hole with every 
stroke, trying to make it as physically strong and rough 
as I could. I was younger and smaller than Jack. He'd 
always been bigger and more grown up than me, and here I 
was his sweaty equal, slamming his ass. My cock felt 
great, the slippery tightness enveloping and squeezing 
and stroking the length of my rod and cockhead, the 
rough physicality mixed with the sensations along my 
cock driving me wild as I thrust my hips up and back. 
Jack's eyes closed and he was sweating and grunting 
little quiet grunts each time I went in to the hilt. 

I looked at his cock as I buried my dick up into his 
hole and it pulsed and jumped each time I hit bottom, 
each time at the very deepest I tried to grind in just a 
little extra. I could see a little trail of jizz oozing 
out as I fucked him for all I was worth, doing my best 
to show him I could be as tough and as hard and as 
physical as anybody, though my crazed, sweating, wild 
eyed smile showed I was having the time of my life. 

Now I could feel my second come coming on like a freight 
train as I fucked and fucked and fucked his ass. I 
slammed my bone home for all I was worth and sent a load 
of jizm as far into his hole as I could shoot, and saw a 
puddle of come oozing uncontrollably out of his cock as 
I held my cock all the way in and unloaded, welded to 
his ass like an iron statue.

I felt as powerful as a gorilla. I felt like roaring 
like a lion. A week and a half ago I had been a kid, and 
now I was like Attila the Hun of fuck and suck. Not 
really, but at that very moment, with Jack's legs over 
his head and my come covered cock planted firmly up his 
ass, I felt like it!

I fell over to the side and lay next to Jack. Jerry 
looked almost frightened. Jack had said to keep the 
lotion close by, and said he might shove his dick up 
your ass, Jerry said quietly but excitedly, almost 
apologetically. He said you probably learned how to fuck 
at the card game with the hardware store guys, and he 
seemed really excited about it. I've never seen him fuck 
a boy before, and I wasn't expecting to see him get 
fucked by a boy, just seen him fuck Andrea a bunch of 
times.

There was quiet for a minute, Jack and I still panting, 
Jack's forearm laying across his forehead, a shit eating 
grin on his face, jizm all over his stomach. I was 
letting the words 'fucked by a boy' swim through my head 
as I looked at a very satisfied Jack. Will I try that at 
the card game, Jerry asked? Maybe, I said, and we smiled 
at each other, more mellow smiles this time. You should 
clean up that jizz off your brother, I said, and Jerry 
pressed his lips down on the pool of come and slurped it 
in, followed with a quick lick. All clean, he said, a 
bigger smile back on his face.

I lay back and just enjoyed how I felt. My cock was 
still almost completely hard, the occasional pulse 
leaping through it and making it dance for a second. I 
had used another set of muscles I didn't know I had, the 
muscle group that only really gets a workout when 
someone lays on their back with their legs over their 
head and you fuck the daylights out of their puckered 
asshole. I'd now had that workout for the first time, 
and felt even more of a man than I'd felt before.

End of part 1...

AUTHOR'S NOTES:

Like all my stories, this one is a combination of real 
experiences and situations and people from my life used 
as the jumping off point for storytelling. I freely 
change places and dates and sometimes combine several 
people into one character to make for a better tale. 
Though this one does not, I love stories that take place 
in the tack room of the barn, whether straight, bi or 
gay, because that was central to my sexual experiences 
growing up.

Though this story takes place before I was 18, I do not 
wish to relive my comically promiscuous youth. If you 
are under 18, or like to pretend you are, go away. If 
you are over 18 and think you'd like to talk about 
something you've done or wish to do that is in any way 
questionable, legally, go away. Period. I write my 
stories for fun, because I enjoy the feeling I get from 
writing them. My character is always freely making 
choices, in control of his own destiny and passions, and 
having fun. Man or woman, if you have a great sense of 
humor, find my stories amusing, and have some sort of 
comment, feel free to write. 
backinthehayloftagain@yahoo.com

Otherwise, just enjoy!
Raj Pepper

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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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