Shaver Boy

Terry's Lessons

Chapter 1
Terry's First Lesson

I was thirteen years old when I went to stay with my uncle. My dad had died when I was little and Uncle Chris had always taken a lot of interest in me, taking me places, inviting me over to his house to swim in his pool. He was a really good-looking man, thirty-five years old, six feet [1.80 m] tall with dark hair and broad shoulders. He was a physical therapist who worked at local high schools and colleges with their athletic teams. He himself was in great shape and had his own gym in the basement of his house. He had been married for a few years but had divorced several years ago.

He had already taught me a lot about working out and even at that age, I was developing a good body. I was small, five-seven [1.70 m], with blond hair and green eyes but at thirteen had already begun to show some definition in my chest, legs and arms. I knew as I compared myself to the other guys my age at school, that I was ahead of many of them in this and other areas.

I had started to jack off when I was twelve and by the time I was thirteen I had a seven and a half-inch [19 cm] dick with a pretty good bush around it. I had started dating a girl who was a daughter of one of my uncle's friends and she and I had fooled around some but I was still a virgin. I don't think I had really given any thought to sex with guys but I did notice the other guys and how they were hung a lot. I had seen my uncle many times in his speedo at his pool and was fascinated by his big hairy muscular body. It was obvious by the bulge in his speedos that he had a pretty big dick. I had even seen it a few times as he got out of the shower down in the basement after we'd worked out in the gym or been swimming. It hung about six inches [15 cm] soft and thick above a big set of low hanging balls. His firm butt was covered with a light coat of dark hairs. I didn't realize of course that he had taken note of my checking him out. And I never thought about the fact that he was checking me out too as he spotted me when I was lifting weights or when we'd be swimming or when I got out of the shower and he would happen to be in the bathroom and strike up a conversation as I was drying off. I was always kind of embarrassed when that happened because I would feel my dick starting to rise and would have to keep the towel in front of me or keep my back to him to keep him from seeing my hardon.

So I would go over there on the weekends a lot. Sometimes we'd swim or work out or go biking and I'd spend the night. Uncle Chris would sometimes give me a back rub on the table he had in the gym, working my shoulders and back and legs with his big hands. I'd always get hard when he did that and would need to just lie there for a while on my stomach waiting for my dick to calm down in my shorts before I got up. As time went on, it seemed like he would spend more and more time rubbing my thighs and working his hands further between my legs. By the time he'd finish, I'd be hard and leaking gobs of precum all over my underwear. Then I'd have to make some excuse about just wanting to lie there and relax for a few minutes. He didn't push it. Not til that summer anyway.

My mother was a history professor at a local college and the opportunity arose for her to spend a year doing research in France. Not wanting to take me out of school here, she asked my uncle if I could stay with him. He was agreeable and I thought the idea was OK. My uncle had always been very strict with me, even spanking me a few times but I liked him. I guess I was a little intimidated by him.

So the fifteenth of June, with school out for the summer and my mother off to Europe, I moved in to my room at my uncle's house.

The first day, everything started out pretty much as a usual weekend would. We worked out in the morning, and then went swimming and laid out by the pool. Uncle Chris offered to put suntan oil on my back for me as I laid on a lounge chair. He slowly rubbed the lotion into my back taking care to also get my sides. As usual, I started getting hard. Then he started rubbing lotion into the backs of my legs, starting from my heels and working his way up to the edge of my speedos. He sat there on the edge of the lounge, telling me this would be a great summer and we were going to have a lot of fun together. As he talked he continued to run his hands over my thighs. Then he said,

"You know Terry, most of the time I sunbathe in the nude out here. I haven't done it with you here before because I didn't know whether your mother would approve. But since you're going to be living here now, you may as well get used to it. That doesn't bother you, does it?"

"No, sure, go ahead," I said quickly, feeling a little nervous at the idea. But it was his place and if he wanted to go skinny-dipping, who was I to say anything.

With that he stood up and, although I was facing the other way, out of the corner of my eye, I could see him strip off his suit. His big dick flopped out and from this angle with a quick glance, it looked bigger than I remembered it. I tried to look away as I laid on my stomach, my dick gluey with precum.

He sat back down and put his hand on my leg. "You know, now that you're living here, you can get naked too if you want. I think you'll find it much more comfortable."

"Um, I'm fine right now," I said, thinking to myself in panic that I couldn't let him see my hard dick.

"Don't be shy. I've seen naked boys before. I examine them all the time in my work 3; And I've seen a hardon too if that's what's bothering you. It's a natural thing."

"Ahhhh, well 3;" I stammered, feeling my face flush. Good God, he knew!

"Anyway Terry, I'd like to see how you're developing. Show me what you've got there."

As he said that he started to rub his hand lightly over my buttcheeks. I started to feel very nervous, and yet my dick felt harder than ever.

"Well m-m-maybe later," I stuttered as I felt his finger catch against the waistband of my suit.

"No, Terry. I think the time has come. I think it's time you admit that every time I touch you, your dick gets hard. I think you need to admit that you get turned on when I touch your legs or your back. If you're going to live here, I think it's time to drop the pretenses and be honest about things like dicks and hardons. Otherwise, it's going to be very awkward here. So why don't you take off your shorts now?"

By now he had his finger hooked in the waistband and was starting to tug slightly. I knew I wasn't going to win on this. My uncle, while always having been good to me, had always been pretty strict too. When at his house, you did things his way. So I gave in.

"OK, I'll take them off." I reached down and started to slide my suit down. I lifted up just enough to let my dick slip free and then pulled them down my legs. My uncle's hand still rested on my now naked butt as I bent my knees up and pulled my suit off my ankles.

"That's a good boy." he said as he slowly rubbed his hand around my asscheeks. "We'll be spending a lot of time this way this summer, so you'll get used to it. I don't usually wear clothes around the house either and I think you'll come to find that comfortable too."

His fingers began to lightly trail down the crack of my ass, running them back and forth further and further down until his index finger was between my legs, grazing the back of my balls. With his other hand, he pushed my legs apart so that he could get a better view of my balls. I was trembling by now. I had never considered anything like this happening. I felt his finger brush back and forth against my balls several times before returning to my asscrack. He picked up the bottle of suntan oil and dribbled some into my crack and then began to massage it around my hole. Now I started to panic a bit.

"Please don't do that," I said, my voice weak and breathy.

"Don't worry, Terry, you'll start to enjoy this if you just relax. I just want to show you some things that a man can do to get turned on. I bet you never realized what a turn on it would be to have your ass played with, did you?"

I said nothing as he continued to rub his oily finger more firmly around my hole.

"Admit it Terry, this is getting you excited, isn't it? Your dick is hard under there isn't it?"

Not waiting for me to answer, he reached between my legs with his other hand, shoving it underneath me and grabbing my dick. A big glob of precum oozed out as he ran his thumb over the head of it.

"Yes, you seem to be enjoying this quite a bit," he smiled as he squeezed and rubbed my dick as he also pushed his finger harder against my hole. The tip of his finger was starting to make its way into my ass. "Yes, I think you're going to really get off on this."

"Please stop," I said, almost in tears at this point. "I don't like this."

"Your body is saying something else," he said, "Your body is liking this a lot. You've been wanting this for a long time. Don't you think I've caught you staring at my cock and balls? Don't you think I've noticed the hardons when I rub your back? You want this and now that you're here full time, you're going to get all you want. And so am I."

At that I panicked. I pushed myself quickly of the lounge chair and backed away from him. My dick was standing out in front of me, a string of precum hanging from the end. There was a big wet splotch on my stomach from where my dick had been rubbing against it. I backed away slowly, now able to see him and his big hard cock clearly for the first time. His dick stood up from his crotch, the head huge and red. I had never seen it fully hard before and its size was a shock-well over nine inches [23 cm] of thick dick! In spite of my panic, I found myself staring at it.

He smiled and stood up, seeing what I was looking at and taking the thick tube in his hand. "You like what you see, don't you? You want to touch it? Just come over here and grab it."

"No, leave me alone!" I yelled. I continued to back away toward the house and the back door which led to the basement.

"I can see this is going to take more convincing than I thought." He started moving toward me. "Well, that can be fun too."

I turned and ran for the door. It stuck for a moment and that was just enough for him to catch me. As I pushed through the door, I felt his hand grip my arm and pull me to him. My body slammed against his. I could feel his hard cock against my stomach. I struggled to get away but he gripped me now with both hands grabbing my arms and pushing me into the workout room. With his foot, he shut the door behind us.

"Don't even think about getting away. I've waited a long time to get my hands on that hot little body of yours. I think I've been more than patient. Well boy, the time has come for you to learn some new lessons."

He shoved me face down onto the workout bench and sat on my back to hold me down as I struggled. Reaching down, he found a couple of nylon straps on the floor. He grabbed my arms and pulled them behind my back. He then tied them at the wrists with one of the straps. Then he tied each of my legs to the legs of the bench. Getting off of me, he grabbed my hips and pulled my ass back to the edge of the bench and reached down to pull my dick, still somewhat hard between my legs. Slowly, he stroked it and within moments, it was fully hard again. I was trembling with fear but my dick seemed to have a mind of its own.

He looked down at me, naked and tied to the bench and said, "Now we can proceed. I know you're scared right now, but you're going to thank me for this someday, boy. I had planned to take this one step at a time, but I think we'll just have to combine a few lessons together."

As he spoke, he continued to stroke my dick and began fingering my ass again. The oil in my crack was now mingled with sweat and he rubbed this against my hole. Slowly his index finger began to push inside. I gasped and tried to move but the straps held me firm. He twisted it around, corkscrewing deeper and deeper until his whole finger was inside me, probing and twisting. My dick was throbbing as he stroked it, using his thumb to rub the precum around the head. As he continued his manipulation of my ass and dick, I started moaning, My body shaking more and more. My body was betraying me! How could this be happening?

My uncle smiled as he saw the effect his manipulations were having. "Yes Terry, soon you'll be begging for this. Soon you'll be begging for much more than this."

As he said that I felt a second finger begin to push at my ass. Suddenly it pushed inside, joining his other big oily finger in probing and twisting.

I gasped, "NO! please, it hurts! Take it out!" I could feel him stretching his fingers apart, pulling at the opening, widening my tight hole. The tips of his fingers touched something inside me and I felt my dick jump in response. He started to massage that spot more, at the same time rubbing my dick harder and squeezing more juice out of it. Suddenly, I started to shake violently and I could feel my balls tighten. Cum started to explode out of my cock, spilling onto the floor beneath me. I yelled as I continued to spasm for what seemed like forever.

"That's a good boy," Uncle Chris said, continuing to slowly pump the last of my cum out of my dick. His fingers still moved in my ass, rubbing and twisting. "I knew you'd respond to that. Nothing like that old prostate rub to send a boy over the edge."

My legs felt like rubber. Even if I hadn't been tied down, I don't think I could have stood up right then. My dick felt like it was on fire as he continued to rub it even after I came. I laid there breathing hard, still shaking.

"Now I think you'll start to see how enjoyable this can be," he said softly as he leaned down and scooped up some of my cum off the floor. He held it to my face.

"See that. That's just the first load you're gonna shoot today. Smell your cum, boy." He held it right under my nose. I could smell the musky aroma on his fingers.

"Taste it," he said. He held his cum covered fingers against my lips. I tried to turn away but he clamped his hand right over my mouth, the cum rubbing on my lips.

"I said TASTE IT, boy," he ordered, pushing his hand against my mouth. I knew I had no choice, so I stuck my tongue out a bit and licked his fingers. The taste was salty sweet. He pushed his fingers right into my mouth and I got more of the flavor of cum.

Then he pulled his fingers from my mouth and reached down and scooped up more cum. His left hand continued to explore my asshole with two thick fingers. He pulled his fingers almost all the way out and with his right hand wiped my sticky cum on them. Then he pushed them back into my ass. I could feel the warm cum slicking up the opening of my ass. He reached down for one more wad of cum and this time returned to my dick. Still hard but very sensitive, his renewed grasp made me jump. He slowly began rubbing it again. I could feel myself begin to get aroused all over again.

"That was just the warm-up, boy. Now we move into the main course. I can feel that boy dick of yours throbbing again. I think you're ready for act 2."

Chapter 2
Terry Learns More

"Well, you're certainly into this aren't you? That ass of yours is starting to give a bit. You like feeling my big fingers moving around in you, don't you?"

"No," I said weakly, "please leave me alone." But inside, I was torn between the fear that I felt and the sexual excitement I was feeling as well.

I felt him begin to remove his fingers from my hole, twisting and stretching as he did. Suddenly, they were out but I could still feel the tingling sensation inside. I thought that maybe this was over. I tried to figure out how I was going to deal with this.

My thoughts were interrupted by something new pressing against my hole. This was larger, blunter. I realized what was happening-he was pushing his big dick into me! I screamed.

He put his hand over my mouth as he leaned close to my back. "This is going to hurt at first but you're gonna love it later. I promise you, you'll have plenty of time to get to love it. Now try to relax your ass. Otherwise it will hurt worse."

The head of his cock popped into my hole. I felt like I was on fire. He slowly began to work it around in my ass. Little by little more of his thick dick inched into me. His weight was on top of me holding me in place. I knew I couldn't escape so I tried to do as he said. I tried to relax my ass as it was invaded. But it was hard to do, as nervous and scared as I was.

He continued to work it in slowly, grinding around as he did, trying to loosen me up. After he'd gotten about three inches [8 cm] into me he started moving it in and out, slowly fucking my ass. I whimpered but his hand still covered my mouth. He pulled his dick out and worked his fingers in again, twisting them around.

"Don't worry boy, I'm gonna take this nice and slow. Get you good and opened up so you can really enjoy this. After all, I don't want to damage that pretty little hole on its first outing. It's gonna need to be in shape for the rest of the summer."

I felt my heart pounding at that. The rest of the summer. He planned to keep doing this to me?

"I've wanted to get in that little butt of yours for a long time. Every time I spanked that butt I thought about what it would be like to be in there. And I could feel your dick harden up when you were getting it too. Remember, Terry? Remember last month when you were here for the weekend and you stayed out past your curfew? Remember when you got home and I told you to strip down for a spanking. You thought I didn't notice that bulge in your underwear? Or feel your hard dick against my leg when I made you take them off and lay over my lap. When I was spanking you, you think I didn't feel that wetness from you leaking precum or see it when you stood up? I saw it alright, and I knew then that I was gonna get that sweet butt of yours."

I had known. I had just tried to deny it to myself. I knew he was right, I had gotten turned on. After he had spanked me, I'd gone back to my room and jacked off til my dick exploded in cum. But I'd tried to tell myself it was nothing.

He pulled his fingers out of my ass and started working his dick back in, this time a little farther. I could feel four, then five inches [10-13 cm] sink into me as he slowly ground his hips around. Seeing that I was thinking of the spanking episode, he removed his hand from my mouth. He reached down and squeezed my dick. It was hard and a long string of precum hung from it. With his thumb, he rubbed it around the head of my cock again. I groaned, knowing that I had no control over the way my dick was responding. Knowing that I really was turned on. My whole body felt tingly. I trembled as he continued to work my dick and fuck my ass. There were now about six inches [15 cm] of fat cock inside me, slowly moving in and out.

"Yeah, that's it Terry. Let it happen. Let your body enjoy the sensation. Let your dick get turned on from the feeling of my meat inside your hot little hole. Relax your boy hole around that big cock. I can feel you opening up. You're starting to get into it aren't you? You like feeling your hole filled with a man's big dick. Fucking that tight little boy pussy of yours."

His words were almost hypnotic. I could feel myself relaxing even though my ass burned and hurt. I felt myself getting more and more excited by the motion in my ass and his hand on my dick. I could feel the cum building in my balls again and knew that in seconds I would be cumming from the feelings inside me. As I thought this, I could feel more of his dick push into me. He was now about seven inches inside my formerly virgin butt.

"Yeah, I can feel your dick swelling Terry. You're gonna cum again aren't you? You're so turned on from a man's big dick in your butt that you're gonna shoot. Go ahead. Shoot your load again, boy. Shoot it while I fuck you."

And I did. I could feel the cream shoot out of my dick as he massaged it. I cried out as wave after wave of cum poured out of me. As it did, I felt the last two inches [5 cm] of his cock sink into my ass. I could feel his bush against my butt, his balls hanging between my legs. He started pumping harder into me as my dick continued to dribble the last of my orgasm. My body was shaking hard. He held onto me as he pumped faster into my ass. His other hand still stroked my dick, coating it with my cum. I couldn't believe it! I was still hard! My dick tingled and yet I still felt charged up from his manipulations. His hips were now pounding against me and I could feel his balls slapping against mine. His breathing was getting heavy. I knew he was going to cum in me any minute.

"Oh yeah Terry, I'm gonna fill that ass with jizz. Fill you with my seed. Take it boy! TAKE IT!"

Suddenly I felt a new burning in my ass, Like boiling liquid was filling me up. He pounded hard against me again and again, pumping more of his hot juice into me. And as he did, continuing to squeeze and stroke my dick, I came again. The two of us lay there shaking in orgasm.

As the moment subsided, he lay on top of me panting. I could feel his hairy, sweaty chest against my back. My heart was pounding like I was going to burst. He leaned forward and kissed the back of my neck.

Slowly, he eased his dick out of my throbbing sore hole. It felt strange, empty, open, and I could feel some of his cum ooze out, dribbling down onto my balls.

I lay there, my mind spinning in confusion. I couldn't even begin at that point to sort out what had just happened. Mainly, I just felt drained.

He stroked my back and reached down to untie my legs. They felt like rubber. As he untied my hands, I tried to push myself up but had no strength. He pulled me off the bench and held me against him.

"I knew you'd get into this, Terry. I'm sorry I had to be a bit forceful about it but that's the only way I could make you see what you could do. You were beautiful."

His words buzzed around inside my head. I couldn't speak. I slowly began to realize that here I was, naked with my uncle, who had just raped my ass and I had cum three times. What did that mean? Part of me wanted to run, part of me felt so good being held by him. Part of me was disgusted by what had happened and part of me was excited by it. Even now, after all this, as I thought about it my dick was getting hard again. I tried to will it down, but the feeling resonating through my body and the memory of the sensations of a few minutes ago won out.

Uncle Chris reached down and felt my stiffening dick. "Well, you just don't stop do you?" He began to walk me toward the bathroom as he slowly stroked my dick. "Let's get cleaned up and see what we can do about this."

Chapter 3
Terry Gets A Lesson In Cleanliness

There was a large shower stall in there and he turned on the water. I climbed in and he followed. The warm water felt good as it splashed over my body. My uncle began to soap me up, first my back, then he lifted my arms and soaped my armpits, then he turned me around and began to soap up my chest and wash the sweat and cum off of my stomach. Then he soaped my dick, already hard and starting to drip precum. He lathered my balls with his other hand. I tried to will my dick down, tried to think of something else, not wanting him to think I wanted this to continue. But it just didn't work. My body was betraying me.

"You are one horny little fucker," he commented as he watched my drippy cock. "That dick just keeps begging for more. Don't worry, there's plenty more to come, boy. But first we need to get you all clean. Turn around and put your hands on the wall. Spread your legs."

I did as he said, bracing myself against the back wall of the shower. I spread my legs slightly, but apparently not enough. He kicked my feet further apart until they were almost three feet [90 cm] apart. Then with his hands on my waist, he told me to step back about a foot [30 cm]. I was now bent over with my legs spread, my hands against the wall keeping me from falling over.

I felt him start to rub the bar of soap over my ass cheeks and then up and down my ass crack. He soaped up the little bit of hair that was around my hole. Then he stuck his soapy finger inside me. Instead of the slow approach he had taken earlier, this time he slid it all in at once, my ass still being opened up from his dick. I gasped. He started to work his finger around inside me, feeling the walls of my asshole. My cock jerked and another surge of precum oozed out. I groaned from the sensation but still didn't want this to be happening.

"Don't, please," I whimpered.

"Now Terry, I need to clean out your hole. Just stay still and you'll enjoy this."

He pulled his finger out of my hole. From behind me, I heard him reach for something and then, I felt something cold and metallic against my ass. I suddenly remembered the hose and nozzle I had always seen hanging from the shower head. It was attached to the shower head and I'd always thought it was just a hand held nozzle for washing off. The nozzle was about six inches [15 cm] long and about an inch [2½ cm] thick. Now that I thought about it, it was shaped a lot like a dick. I realized, as he began to work it into me, that this was what he meant when he said he needed to clean me out. He was going to fill my hole with water.

"Uncle Chris, please," I begged, "don't put that in me. Just let me go."

"Nonsense, Terry. You need to be clean, you know. I'll start the water out slowly."

As he said this he finished working the nozzle into my ass and reached up to turn the valve on the shower head. I began to feel warm water rushing into my guts. Within seconds I could feel it putting pressure on that tender spot inside me. My dick began to throb more. Uncle Chris reached down and twisted the nozzle inside me That was all I could stand. My balls drew up and I started to shoot all over the wall of the shower.

My uncle, seeing me shaking in orgasm again, smiled and said "Well, well! I didn't realize you'd like an enema so much. We'll just have to add one to your schedule from now on."

With that, he took the nozzle out of my ass and got me to sit on the toilet and release the water inside me. Then he stood me up and led me back into the shower, rinsing off my ass and legs. I stood there once again stunned at what had happened.

"Now," he said as he picked up the soap again, "It's your turn to wash me off."

With that, he placed the soap in my hand. I slowly began to soap his hairy chest. He raised his arms and I lathered his armpits. I took my time, knowing what would come next. He knew I was hesitating and, rinsing the lather from his pits, put his hands on my shoulders and began to push me down. My knees buckled and I suddenly found myself kneeling in front of him, his half hard dick staring me in the face.

"Go ahead and clean it up, Terry. Your ass got it dirty."

With trembling hands, I reached out and began to soap up his cock and balls. His dick expanded rapidly in my hand, soon coming to its full thick nine inches [23 cm]. I couldn't even get my hand all the way around it. The water from the shower poured down on us, rinsing the soap away.

Then he put his hand on the back of my head. "Good job so far. But you need to make sure that dick is clean. I want you to wash it with your tongue. I want you to make sure you lick every inch of my cock."

I tried to pull away but his hand held me firmly. He pressed his dick against my lips. I kept my mouth shut and tried to turn my head. He grabbed my hair and twisted my head back to face his big meat.

"I said lick it, boy. LICK IT now!"

Knowing that I'd lost again, I stuck my tongue out and touched the big spongy head of his dick. He held my hair firmly as I ran my tongue slowly around the head.

"That's good, Terry. Lick that dick. Now run your tongue down the shaft. Now back to the head. Good boy. Now back down the other side. Now lick my hairy nuts. That's it, run your tongue all around those big eggs. Massage my sack with your tongue. Very good, Terry. You catch on fast. You're gonna be an expert at this in no time."

There it was again – that indication that this was going to keep happening to me. Yet I had to admit there was something hot about feeling his big dick with my tongue, feeling those big balls roll by my nose as I licked his ball sack. Then I was horrified at the thought. I can't be getting turned on by this. Why can't I get my dick to go down? How can I get out of here?

"Yeah, Terry, you lick well. Now I think you're ready for the next lesson. Open your mouth and take the head of my dick in. I want to feel your lips around my dick."

I panicked again. Looking up at him, past the big dick, past his hairy chest, I could see him looking down at me, those dark eyes commanding me. "No, please, I don't want to do that."

"What's the big deal, boy? You've already licked it. Hell, you've already had it up your hole. Now you get to suck it. So get to it."

Tears welled up in my eyes. If I did that, if I sucked his dick, I'd be queer, wouldn't I? "Please, no," I begged.

"Stop whining, Terry," he said roughly, "You didn't think you wanted it in the ass either but that made you come three times. Now stop wasting time and open your mouth."

He yanked hard on my hair and I opened my mouth to gasp in pain. As I did, he slid his dick into my mouth. The big mushroom head popped in, stretching my mouth to the limit. He pushed it in until it hit the back of my mouth. Then with his hands on either side of my head, he held it there, letting me try to adjust my mouth to it.

I squirmed, my eyes bulging with fear. I couldn't say anything obviously, but I kept making noises, struggling against his grip. Suddenly he slapped me hard along the side of the head.

"Stop it Terry. If you bite my dick I'll rip your hair out. Now try to relax. I think you're gonna like this once you get the hang of it.

He started slowly pumping his dick in and out of my mouth. He held my head firmly in his big hands. I knew I had no choice. I let him fuck my mouth. The taste of his cock was strange and yet I found it sort of enticing. Still, I wasn't enjoying this. He had already raped my ass. Now he was raping my mouth. But my body reacted as before, getting turned on in spite of the fear I felt. My dick jumped as I knelt there, my well fucked ass twitching. Uncle Chris must have sensed my body's reaction. He looked down at my dick and smiled.

"I see you like this too. I thought you would. You were made for dick, boy. Stroke your cock while you suck me. I want you to enjoy yourself."

I hesitated. I wasn't a queer. And yet my dick ached for attention. I put my hand around my dick and slowly began to rub it. It felt great. In spite of the number of times I'd already cum, my dick felt like electricity was going through it.

"That's it boy, jerk your cock. Show me how much you like sucking dick. And don't worry, I won't tell all your friends about it. Unless there are a few you think might want to join in. Maybe some of your friends would like to screw that sweet little butt of yours too. Well, we'll get it nice and ready for them won't we?"

My eyes widened in horror at the thought that he might tell any of my friends about what had happened. What would they think of me if they could see me, naked, jacking myself off while I sucked my uncle's big dick? What would they have thought to see me shoot my load while he fucked me, tied down to a bench? How could I ever convince anyone that I wasn't an eager partner in this scene? I could tell my uncle knew that. He knew I couldn't tell anybody about what he was doing to me.

He smiled down at me as he continued to pump my mouth. He knew I'd realized how trapped I was.

"Yeah, Terry, it'll just be our little secret what a good cocksucker you are. And how much you get off on having a big man dick in your mouth or in your ass. So you just keep sucking and jerking yourself. It's just between you and me."

Suddenly there was a sound from the bathroom doorway. And then a voice said, "Well maybe not exactly JUST between you and him."

I jerked my head around as much as I could with Uncle Chris's dick in my mouth and saw a tall man standing in the doorway. I recognized him immediately. It was Joe Nelson, the wrestling coach from the high school I was starting in the fall.

Chapter 4
Team Teaching

Coach Nelson was a big man, about 6'3," [1.90 m] very husky, with dark brown hair and dark intense eyes. He was a good friend of my uncle and I'd seen him many times at the pool. His huge hairy chest had always fascinated me and he always seemed to have a huge bulge in his speedos. His stepson Pete was two years older than I and he would come to the pool with him sometimes. The coach had always seemed nice but sort of intimidating. Maybe it was his size or maybe it was that way he looked at me like he was getting ready to give me an order or something.

"Damn, Chris! You don't waste time do ya?" Nelson said, walking over to the shower. His eyes looked me up and down. "I thought it would take you a little longer to get him."

"Well, I hadn't planned to go this fast but he seemed to need a forceful hand. Besides that little butt of his was too inviting to resist. You and I have talked about it for so long I just had to have it."

As he said this, he started pumping his dick in and out of my mouth again. I panicked at the thought the coach knew I'd been fucked. But my uncle wasn't about to let me go.

"You mean you've already gotten in that sweet little ass? Man! How was it?"

"Nice and tight. Nothing like a thirteen-year-old boy hole around your cock. He sucks pretty good too. And you can see how he likes it. Stand up, Terry. Show Joe how hard your dick is." He pulled me to my feet, his cock popping out of my mouth as he did. He held me so that I was facing the coach with my dick still in my hand. The head glistened with pre-cum as I stood there dripping from the still running shower. I was red with embarrassment as coach checked out my naked body. Without thinking, my hand continued to slowly work up and down my cock. My uncle was quick to point that out.

"Look at how he's jerkin' it. Would you believe he's already come three times?"

"He must really be into this. I always thought he'd turn out to be a good pussy boy."

I stopped stroking and tried to hide my hard cock. Pussy boy? Me? What were they saying? I wanted to explain that my uncle had forced me but somehow the words wouldn't come. And he was right, my dick's excitement made it hard to believe that I hadn't been willing to do this. I tried to pull away but he held me with his arm wrapped around my chest. I could feel his big dick against my back, still hard.

"Stop pulling Terry. You're not going anywhere."

He reached back and turned off the water, still holding me against him. The coach started to walk toward me, surveying my dripping body. He reached out and ran his hand over my chest, taking hold of my left nipple and squeezing it tightly. I groaned. He twisted it, hard, and then reached for the other one and did the same. I groaned more from the pain but my dick, which I was trying to hide behind my hands jumped and a glob of pre-cum oozed from it. In spite of my efforts to hide it, the coach noticed my reaction.

"So you like that, huh?" he asked as he continued to twist and pinch my nipples. "Looks like we've got a boy with sensitive tits here. Seems like they're directly connected to your dick, don't they, boy. Let's see that cock, Terry. Move your hands so I can see how much you like this."

I kept my hands where they were, but my uncle grabbed my arms and pulled them back behind me. There I was with my hard dick sticking out right at the coach. He looked down at it and smiled. Slowly, he reached down with his right hand, his left still twisting my right nipple, and wrapped his hand around my dick. He squeezed it hard and milked another dose of pre-cum out of it. Using my own lube, he started to stroke my cock as he worked my nipple. Behind me, I could feel my uncle's dick rubbing against my ass. It was lubing itself up and I could feel the slickness in my crack. He pulled back and with his foot kicked my legs apart about two feet [60 cm]. Now I could feel the head of his big cock pushing against my hole. It pushed in more easily this time but still hurt a lot. I groaned and the coach twisted my nipple harder. It distracted me from the pain is my ass enough that my uncle's dick slid in about three inches [8 cm] almost at once. I gasped as I realized what had happened.

The coach continued to milk my dick and, releasing my nipple, reached down to unbutton his jeans. He pulled out his dick and stroked it. I had never seen his hard before and I stared at the size of it. As big as my uncle's dick was, the coach was even bigger, about 9½ inches [24 cm] and a good 2 inches [5 cm] in diameter. The head on it flared out a good 2½ inches [6 cm] across. The head was wet with precum. Unconsciously, I licked my lips at the sight of it. The coach smiled when he saw that.

"You like seeing that big dick, huh? You want to taste it, Terry? You want to lick that juice off the head? Go right ahead."

He released his dick and reached up and put his hand on the back of my head. He began pulling my head down toward his dick. I tried to resist but his strength was more than I could handle. Slowly, my face approached his big cock.

"No," I whimpered, "Don't make me do that." It was hard for me to talk as Uncle Chris continued to work his dick into my hole. "Please let me go".

The coach didn't let up. "You don't need to put on that act, boy. Anybody can see you want it. We've been talking about this for a long time, haven't we, Chris? You told me what a hardon he got seein' your dick. And I remember that time I was here when you spanked him. I thought he was gonna cum all over your lap. Well, Terry, no more pretending. You're gonna get all the dick you want. So chow down on this one right now. You want it?"

"N-n-n-o," I said weakly. His dick was now only a couple of inches from my face. I could see the piss hole wide before my eyes, a jewel of liquid holding position in it. I felt the pulse of my uncle's dick as he began to move in and out of my ass. I felt the coach's hand still stroking my leaky dick. I couldn't take my eyes off his cock even though I wanted to run. Another part of me wanted to taste that clear drop in front of my eyes.

Suddenly my lips touched it. I could feel the viscous liquid coating my lips as his dick moved back and forth across them.

"Go ahead and lick it, Terry." the coach ordered, "You want it, you know you do."

I let my tongue slip through my lips and taste the salty lube on his cock. He pushed harder against my mouth and I opened up and let the head of his cock begin to enter. As he pushed, my mouth began to stretch open. I started to panic again, realizing the girth of the organ that was being pushed into my mouth. But it was too late to pull back. The rim of that mushroom head popped past my lips, stretching my mouth wide open. His hand held my head firm and there was no pulling away. Slowly, some of the shaft moved in along with it until dick was pressing against my throat. I gagged, but he held me there, pulling back a bit to let me adjust to the big tube of flesh in my mouth. Then he pushed in again. Gradually, I stopped gagging so much but still felt like my mouth was stretched as far as it would go. At the same time my uncle started fucking my ass more. His dick pounded deeper and deeper into my ass, stretching it even more than before. My ass ached with each thrust but the punishment my mouth was taking and the manipulation of my dick by the coach distracted me. It was sensory overload. I knew I couldn't escape and resigned myself to the fact that I had to do whatever they wanted. At the same time, I was turned on by all the stimulation my body was receiving and part of me wanted to enjoy it. I kept pushing that thought away.

But here I was, naked, plugged with dick at both ends and my dick was drooling. Each time my uncle's cock hit that spot inside my ass, a wave of excitement pulsed through my dick and balls until I felt another load building inside me. My erotic feelings must have been evident to my uncle and the coach.

"I think he's gonna blow again," Uncle Chris said, breathing heavily, "I can feel his ass tightening around my dick. You better slow down on him if you want to sample this ass."

The coach let go of my dick, leaving it swaying with a string of lube hanging from it. I realized what that meant: he wanted to fuck my ass too. I didn't think I could handle that big pole of his in my ass. I could barely handle it in my mouth. As I thought this, I could feel my uncle speed up his attack on my butt. His dick slid all the way into me and out again nearly to the head, over and over, faster and faster. I could feel his hips banging against my ass cheeks, his balls slapping against me. I could hear him panting harder and I knew he'd blow his load soon. And then I felt the heat of his cum, blasting the insides of my ass, filling me up.

As he came, the coach continued to fuck my mouth slowly, watching Uncle Chris pound his load into me. He continued to hold my head as Uncle Chris eased his dick out of my ass.

"I've got it nice and lubed up for you, Joe," my uncle said, "now it's your turn."

Coach Nelson pulled his dick out of my mouth. My jaws ached from the stretching they'd gotten. My uncle turned me around so my ass was facing the coach and bent me over with his hands firmly on my shoulders. Slowly he rubbed his cock up and down my crack. I could feel a dribble of Uncle Chris's juice running out of my hole. The coach grabbed my ass cheeks and pulled them apart so he could see my hole. Then he aimed his enormous cock at it and began to push. I yelled out as his fat dick began to stretch my hole even more than it had been stretched before.

"NO, PLEASE! It HURTS!. Take it out!" I begged. I felt like my ass was being split in two. His dick slid in, lubed by Uncle Chris's cum and within seconds he had it six inches [15 cm] into my burning ass.

"Relax Terry," Uncle Chris said as he held my shoulders, "You adjusted to mine, you'll get used to this one too."

As he talked to me, I could see his dick in front of my face. That dick that had just fucked my ass. And I felt the coach begin to work his cock in and out of my ass, going deeper and deeper with each thrust. Not only was he bigger than Uncle Chris, he pounded harder, practically knocking me over each time he pushed into me. The cum already in my ass made his dick slick and he sped up his attack.

My uncle started stroking my dick again using my precum to lube it up. In spite of myself, I felt my dick swell in his hand and knew that I was going to shoot again. As the coach pounded my ass faster and faster, I suddenly shot my load all over my uncle's stomach.

"Damn, he's a hot little fucker," the coach panted, "And boy has he got a sweet little pussy hole. Get ready for another load, babe. I'm gonna blow one in you."

And he did. I felt his cock push all the way into me, burning as it stretched my ass more than ever. I felt the scratchiness of his bush against my ass cheeks. And then, once again I felt that warmth of cum gushing inside me. He shot five or six times, pumping a big load into me. His big cock swelled up even more when he came. After he finished, he stayed in me, panting and holding on to my hips.

"Boy, you are a hot one. Your ass felt so good around my cock. Chris, he has a great butt! I love the way it grips my dick."

"I told you he was good," my uncle replied. He still held me, bent over, my face in his crotch. "Well, Terry, you certainly seemed to like that. I need to rinse off again to get all your jizz off my stomach. And I probably should rinse out your butt again. That is, if Joe is ready to vacate that property."

"Oh, sure, let me get the rest of my clothes off here and I'll join you," the coach said as he slid his half-hard cock out of my ass. I felt a slight pop as the rim of its wide head pulled out.

My ass felt stretched and sore – and empty. I watched as the coach stepped out of his shoes and socks, and then pulled of his tee shirt and his already unbuttoned jeans and boxer shorts. His dick was still half-hard and swollen from fucking me.

I was too much in shock to say anything. My whole body tingled with both excitement and exhaustion. I wanted to bolt from the room and go hide somewhere. But I also wanted them to wash me, to rub their hands all over me, to wash out my ass. I was horrified that I could be feeling that and yet it was true. And so I stood there silently as they pulled me back into the shower, my uncle turning the water on again and the two of them slowly soaping up my body. Each of them had a hand in my ass crack, pulling it open, running fingers around my hole. Then they both stuck a soapy finger in, working around in my hole and stretching it apart. At the same time they were working my chest and nipples with their other hands, soaping my chest, pinching and pulling my already sore nipples. I just closed my eyes and tried to interpret all the feelings going through my body. My dick, which had softened a bit after cumming again, inched back to full attention. My uncle took his hand off my nipple and started to rub my stiffening cock. "Playing with his ass just turns him on," the coach said as he watched, still fingering my hole along with Uncle Chris. "I'll bet in no time he won't want to cum without something parked in that hole. Can you feel how open it still is?"

"Well, after all the times he's been opened up this afternoon I'm not surprised," my uncle commented, "It certainly seems that you're getting into this, Terry." Aren't you glad we had this little session?"

I just moaned as they continued to stimulate me. In no time, my dick shot again. Not as much this time, but just as violently. I rested against the coach as I caught my breath.

They finished cleaning me up and then dried me off. I stood there in the bathroom as they dried off.

My uncle asked, "Joe, you want to stay for dinner? I'm sure Terry needs a little rest and then we can all eat something."

"Sounds fine. I think I may take a swim if you don't mind," the coach said as he walked out the bathroom door.

I slowly walked out the door and up the stairs and to my room. I stood there naked and filled with confused feelings. I looked down at my body and saw it in a new way. I saw myself as a sexual being. But what did that mean? And what was in store for me this summer?

I was soon to find out much more 3;

Chapter 5
Terry's Night School

My sleep was filled with vivid dreams. I was tied down and someone was behind me fucking my ass. Over and over I could feel the pounding of a big dick in my hole. My own dick was throbbing and aching to cum. A cock was shoved in my mouth as well. Someone held my head as he fucked my mouth with his big dick. My nipples tingled as if being pulled and pinched. My whole body felt like it was on the edge of orgasm.

I woke with a start. I felt disoriented by the dream and it took a moment to realize where I was. I realized my dick was hard again in my shorts. I could feel the stickiness of precum on my belly. What was happening to me? I couldn't be queer. I had been fooling around with Linda for months and just last week had almost gotten her to suck my dick. Unfortunately, her older brother had caught us, me feeling her tits, her with her hand on my dick. He had thrown me out of the house and threatened to tell my uncle, who he knew pretty well. But now, as I tried to think of Linda, all I could envision was my uncle's dick or the coach's dick, wagging in front of my face.

I heard a knock at the door. My uncle stepped into the room, wearing a pair of boxer shorts. He walked over to me and looked down on me on the bed.

"How are you feeling, Terry?" he asked, "Have you recovered from all the excitement?"

"No," I said, trying not to look at him, "I haven't."

"Look, Terry," he said, sitting down beside me on the bed, "I know you were turned on by what happened today. I've always known you would be. I could always tell that you were turned on by dick, even if you didn't want to admit it."

"What made you think that?" I asked, looking at him and wondering what I'd done to make him think I'd get into this scene.

"I suppose it had something to do with how you always get hard at the sight of my cock. Didn't you think I'd notice? Or how you practically came when I spanked you. Didn't you think I felt your hard cock poking against my leg and felt that gooey precum? Joe noticed your wet dick when you stood up, the last time I spanked you. Remember?"

I had thought about it. That had happened about two weeks ago when I was staying for the weekend. I'd stayed out late with Linda and when I got home, Uncle Chris had been mad. He took me down the basement and there was Coach Nelson. Right in front of him, he made me strip and bend over his lap. I had been so embarrassed, standing naked in front of the coach. As he spanked me, I had gotten hard. Each time his hand came down on my butt, my dick had scraped against his leg. The more he spanked me, the more my dick had been throbbing. Every time I'd thought about the coach watching me, it had made me harder. But no, it couldn't mean 3;

"Well you're wrong!" I said, sitting up, "I'm not a big queer like you."

He sighed, putting his hand on my shoulder, "I can see this is going to take time. But by the end of this summer, you'll be begging for it, Terry. You won't be satisfied without a dick in your mouth or your ass. I've seen it before. You'll see too. Now come downstairs. Joe's cooking the hamburgers and I've got things ready for dinner."

He got up and walked toward the door. He turned back toward me, his face harder than before. "You can make this easy or hard, Terry. You can enjoy it or resist. Think about it. And while you're at it, think about that big boner you've been sporting in your pants all through this conversation. I'll see you downstairs." He walked out the door.

I lay there, thinking about what he'd said. No, I wouldn't let that be true. I wouldn't be turned on by dick. I got up to go downstairs.

As I walked through the basement, I glanced at the weight bench where I'd been tied up and fucked just a few hours ago. The feeling of it was still vivid in my memory and my dick, which had started to go down, sprang back to attention in my shorts. I tried to will it down but it wouldn't cooperate.

I walked through the door to the patio. My uncle was setting the table and the coach was standing at the grill, a towel wrapped around his waist. I could tell that he was naked underneath by the way his big soft dick pushed at the front of the towel.

We got our burgers and sat down to eat. I stayed quiet while they talked of various things. I was also really hungry! I guess I had gotten a lot of 'exercise' that afternoon. As we finished dinner, the coach turned to me.

"Well, Terry. How are you feeling now? Did that recharge your battery? Or maybe you didn't need it recharged. I saw that bone you had when you came out here."

"I'm OK," I murmured. I was just afraid the meal had recharged HIS battery.

"Now don't be sullen, boy," he said, looking hard at me. "You should appreciate a good time by now. Your cock certainly seemed to be appreciating it this afternoon. Actually I can't remember the last time I saw a kid cum as much as you did on his fifth time."

I was about to answer when there was a knock at the gate to the yard. My uncle went over to the side of the house to see who it was. When he came back, I saw that it was Paul, Linda's older brother.

Paul was 19. He had been the star of Coach Nelson's wrestling team when he was in high school. He had just finished up his first year of university on an athletic scholarship. Paul was about 5'9", [1.75 m] very stocky and built, with a blonde buzz cut. He wore a blue tank top that showed off his smooth, muscular chest and black gym shorts, showing off his thick muscled legs.

When I saw who it was, I was shaken. "Oh, no!" I thought, "Please don't tell about what happened with Linda. That's all I need."

Paul and the coach exchanged greetings while Uncle Chris got him a beer. Paul looked at me but didn't say anything. The look was not a friendly one.

Uncle Chris returned with the beer and sat down. "So what brings you over, Paul?"

"Well, Chris, I felt like I needed to tell you something. Your nephew here has been fooling around with my little sister. I caught them last week getting into each other's pants. He was trying to get her to suck his cock."

"Is this true, Terry?" my uncle asked, his eyes boring into me.

"W-w-well," I stammered, "We were just fooling around a little."

"You have no business doing that with that girl. Here you've been acting all innocent and now I find out what a little slut you are." He was clearly angry. "You know you'll have to be punished. And I think since Paul was responsible enough to bring this to my attention and is clearly looking out for his sister's interest, he should see you punished."

"Thanks, Chris," Paul said, "that would make me feel much better."

"NO!" I yelled, "Not with them here! Can't you do it later?"

"Be quiet, Terry!" my uncle ordered. "Now get your ass inside. I think that Paul and Joe need to see that you've learned your lesson."

With that, he grabbed me by the tee shirt and started leading me into the house. Paul and Joe followed. We entered the gym area in the basement and Uncle Chris shoved me into the center of the room.

"Alright, Terry," he said, "Get prepared."

"No!" I pleaded, shaking now in fear and embarrassment, "I won't."

"I said get prepared! Now, STRIP!"

I stood there, trying to think of some way out of this but nothing came to mind. My uncle cam over to me and grabbed my shirt with both hands With a powerful tug, he ripped the front of my shirt open. He continued to rip it until it fell off me in rags. Then, he grabbed my arms.

"Joe, hand me those straps. Hold his arms in front of him."

The coach gave him two three-foot [90 cm] nylon straps off the floor and grabbed my arms roughly. My uncle then tied one end of the strap around my left wrist. Then he threw the strap over the overhead bar he used for chin-ups and tied it to the corner of the bar. He did the same with my right wrist. My hands were now tied over my head stretched out about four feet [1.20 m] apart.

"Since you've decided not to cooperate, this is just going to be harder, boy," he said. "I think you need to see what discipline is about."

He then grabbed the waistband of my cut-offs and pulled the buttons open. He pulled them down and off my bare feet. I stood there in just my jockey shorts.

"You've been trying to act like you're so modest. But you don't seem to mind showing off your cock to Linda. Well, now you'll get to show it off to us."

I felt a stirring in my shorts, my dick starting to fill out. No, I thought, not now! But the thought that the three of them were looking at my crotch seemed to overrule my embarrassment.

"Wow," Paul commented, "he gets hard just thinking of someone looking at his dick."

"Is that what you want, Terry," my uncle asked, "for us all to look at your cock? To see what a man you are? All right, we'll take a look."

With that, he picked up a pair of scissors from the counter by the wall and came over and grabbed the waistband of my shorts. With the scissors, he cut right through the right side of the waistband. Then he took hold of them with both hands and ripped the right leg of my jockey shorts right down to the leg band. My dick flopped out, half hard.

"Is that what you're so proud of, Terry? Is that what you want to show off? Well, then let's see it all."

He continued to rip my shorts until they too fell on the floor in tatters. I stood there naked, my hands over my head, my dick swaying half-hard in front of me, trembling in shame.

"So, this is what you wanted to feed Linda," Uncle Chris said as he roughly grabbed my cock. It immediately started to grow to full erection. "Yes, you seem rather glad to show it to anyone."

"He thinks because he's sprouted some hair he's some kind of a big stud," Paul sneered.

"I think you're right, Paul," my uncle said. He released my dick and grabbed a hand full of my bush. He pulled it hard. I winced in pain. "Maybe he needs a reminder that he's still a boy."

Taking the scissors again, he pulled a big clump of my bush toward him and began to cut it right down to the nubs. I looked down in horror. I was proud of it, knowing that I was more developed than other boys my age.

"Joe, get the shaving cream and a razor out of the bathroom there," Uncle Chris said as he continued to trim off my pubes. The coach went and got them, along with a towel, returning and coming over to stand next to my uncle, just as he finished trimming my once full bush down to a pathetic stubble. "Lather him up."

Coach Nelson sprayed the shaving cream into his hand and began rubbing it all over my crotch. As he did he stroked at my hard dick, which was starting to ooze from the attention. When he was done, my uncle picked up the razor and began to shave the remains of my pubic hair. The area that had been my bush grew smaller. He stopped and looked over at Paul.

"Since it was your sister, I think you should have a chance at this too."

"Gladly," said Paul, coming over and taking the razor. He firmly grabbed my cock and balls, squeezing them painfully as he pulled them down. Then he continued shaving all around the base of my dick. Within minutes, there was not a hair to be found on my crotch. The coach took the towel and wiped off the remnants of cream and loose hairs. I looked down in tears at my bare crotch.

"I think we ought to do his pits too," Paul said, "Just in case he still thinks he's a man."

"Do it," my uncle said. Paul took the shaving cream and lathered up my armpits. In short order, they were as smooth as my crotch.

"One more thing," the coach said, "You should check his ass to see if there's any hair there."

My heart pounded in terror at the thought that Paul was going to check my ass. Would he be able to tell the fucking it had gotten this afternoon?

Walking around behind me, Paul stuck his foot between my legs and kicked my feet further apart. My arms stretched over my head.

"Pull his feet apart, guys," His ass is so deep I can't see in there."

My uncle and the coach each grabbed one of my legs and spread them until my feet were over four feet [1.20 m] apart. Paul put his hand on my ass crack and began to feel around, his fingers coming to rest around my hole. "Yeah, there's a little bit of hair here. His hole feels funny. Kinda puffy." Paul rubbed his finger around my hole. Without much effort, his index finger slid into my asshole. I groaned at the invasion, my ass still sensitive from this afternoon.

"Shit, man, his ass is loose. I'll bet he's been sticking stuff in there to get off," Paul said as he worked his finger around in my ass.

"You're probably right," the coach said. "Seems like he'll do anything to get his rocks off."

I started to say that they had been the ones to open up my ass. But what would that say? I didn't want to admit that I'd been fucked.

"Well hand me that cream. Let's get his butthole as smooth as the rest of him."

Paul removed his finger and began to rub shaving cream up and down my crack. My dick oozed a big glob of juice as he rubbed around my sore hole. Paul noticed the string of goo hanging down from my hard dick.

"Man, he's gettin' off on this. He must really like to play with his hole."

"Probably thinks it's his pussy," the coach commented. "Well, boy, you're gonna have a nice smooth pussy in a minute. Right, Paul?"

"That's right, man," Paul replied as he began to shave all around my hole. There wasn't much hair so it took less than a minute before my asscrack was totally smooth. Paul wiped the excess cream out and felt around with his fingers again.

"Yeah, boy, you got one smooth pussy hole now. Almost good enough to be fuckable," Paul said. He pushed his finger in my hole again. I trembled as he worked it around in me. He started to work a second finger in as well.

"He'd probably like that," the coach said, "Probably would love to have a dick up his pussy. What do you think, Chris?"

"You've got a point. It certainly looks like he's getting off on it."

I couldn't believe this. Paul continued to work his fingers around in my hole, stretching it. I stood there, naked and spread-eagled as my uncle and the coach discussed my ass.

"Hey, man, all this talk about pussy is getting me hot," Paul said. He rubbed his crotch through his shorts. "I'd almost like to try his little butt."

"Why not?" my uncle said. "It would teach him a good lesson and you certainly have the right after he tried to fuck around with your sister. Untie his hands from that bar, but leave the straps on him. Let's get him up on the table."

I was nearly hysterical now. I cried as they untied the straps from the bar and carried me over to the examination table my uncle had in the corner for his physical therapy patients. They put me down on my back. They tied the straps to a hook on the wall behind my head and put my feet in the stirrups that stuck out from either side of the table. The coach got two more straps and tied my feet to the stirrups. My uncle adjusted them so that my legs were spread as wide as possible. My ass was right at the edge of the table, wide open for the world to see.

"STOP IT!" I yelled, "PLEASE LET ME GO!"

"Be quiet, boy," my uncle ordered. "You knew you were going to be punished. Well, I think this punishment fits the crime."

"Cool," said Paul, watching my spread ass, "it really does look like a pussy spread out like that."

I continued to yell until my uncle reached down and picked up the torn remains of my underwear and stuffed them in my mouth.

The coach got some baby oil from the shelf and poured it on my ass crack. His big thick fingers probed my hole, greasing it up. In spite of my struggles, my dick continued to throb, precum dripping all over my shaved crotch. As he lubed my hole, the coach reached down and began to stroke my cock with his other hand.

"I think I found another source of lube. Terry's gonna provide it," the coach smiled as he stroked my swollen dick to climax. I shot all over myself, shaking violently. Cum dribbled down my chest and stomach. Removing his fingers from my ass, he scooped it up, covering his fingers with my jizz. Then he roughly shoved his two big fingers in my ass. I moaned through my gag. He worked my cum around in my asshole, mixing it with the baby oil and sweat. Soon his fingers began to slide in and out of me. My dick stayed hard as he massaged my prostate, stimulating me again. "Man, he stays hard even after cumming!" Paul observed. He was sitting on the weight bench, taking off his tennis shoes and socks. Then he peeled off his tanktop to reveal his muscular smooth chest. "Hope you guys don't mind. I like to be naked when I fuck."

"Not at all, Paul," my uncle replied, "Terry's comfortable so we may as well all get comfortable." With that he pulled off his boxer shorts. His big nine-inch [23 cm] cock sprung up, standing at attention.

The coach also pulled off the towel he'd been wearing. He too was hard, his huge thick meat swaying in front of him. He continued to stretch my aching hole.

"Got you guys horny too, I see," Paul smiled as he pulled off his gym shorts. He stood there in his jock strap, the front bulging. The straps framed his hard round ass and I could see the sweat on his chest and back and butt. He peeled off the tight strap, his dick slapping against his stomach as he did. I could see that, while not as long as long as my uncle's, it was still a good eight and a half inches [21 cm] long and very thick. The head was like a wide helmet, a good two and a half inches [6 cm] in diameter. The head was wet with his own lube. He picked up the baby oil and poured some on his dick and stroked it. As he did, he walked toward the table.

The coach pulled his fingers out of my ass and I felt Paul start to rub the slick head of his cock against it. He rubbed it around my shaved asscrack until the head rested firmly against my hole. Then he started to push. With all the stretching my ass had had from the coach's fingers, not to mention the three fuckings it had gotten earlier, it only took a few seconds for his head to pop into the anal ring of my hole. His pushing to break that through carried his shaft on into my ass. In a single thrust he had six inches [15 cm] of fat cock in me. I screamed into my underwear gag.

"Oh, man!" Paul moaned, "This is amazing! I've never felt a cunt like this! His pussy just grips my cock."

Bracing himself on my legs, he began to fuck. I could feel his dick sliding in and out of my ass. He pulled all the way out and pounded it back into me, this time all the way to the hilt. My hole now stayed all the way open, even when he pulled out. He fucked hard, not caring what his pounding felt like to my aching hole. With each thrust, my dick bounced against my stomach. The pressure against my prostate had gotten me hard again.

My uncle and the coach watched, stroking their cocks as they did. Obviously the sight of me tied down, shaved and getting fucked turned them both on a lot. The coach came toward me and climbed up on the table, straddling my chest on his knees. He pulled the gag from my mouth and aimed his dick at my face. Bracing himself against the wall, he pushed his dick against my lips. Knowing I had no choice, I opened my mouth and let his dick slide in. He started fucking my face, filling my mouth with his big cock. My uncle reached down and, with his free hand pinched my nipples, first one, then the other, twisting them hard. My dick quivered with excitement from all the stimulation.

Paul was watching the coach's ass pump up and down as he fucked my mouth. And he watched my dick spasm with lust. The sight made him fuck even harder.

"Oh, man," Paul panted, "Look at how turned on he is. You love havin' a big dick in your pussy, don't you kid. And suckin' another one. I can feel his pussy massaging my dick. This kid has one sweet ass. He's gonna make me cum any minute."

He was now fucking like a rabbit, hard and fast. I could feel his dick swelling inside me. Suddenly, he slammed against me hard and I felt the hot juice of his cum shooting inside me. The coach was still pumping my mouth and moments later he shot his load. It was the first time someone had shot in my mouth and the taste was strange but somehow erotic.

My uncle watched as Paul slowly pulled his dick out of my ass. Then he came around behind me and replaced it with his own. He pumped at me hard, pushing his cock into me. At the same time he stroked my dick, lubing it in its own juices, keeping tempo with his fucking. I could feel him getting ready to shoot. I could also feel the load growing in my own balls. He came, blowing another hot load inside me. Simultaneously, I shot a big load high into the air, coming down on my chest, on the coach's ass and seemingly everywhere.

The coach climbed down, picking up his towel and wiping himself off. My uncle pulled his dick out of my ass and wiped the sweat from his forehead. Paul was sitting on the weight bench catching his breath. And I lay there on the table, exhausted, confused, and sore.

Paul got dressed and prepared to leave. Uncle Chris escorted him to the basement door.

"Hey man, that was wild," Paul said, "I never thought I'd have that much fun fuckin' a guy."

"Well, now that you've found out how much Terry likes it, we'll have to try it again. Maybe you could come up to the cabin this weekend. Terry and I will be heading up and I think Joe might join us. Come along."

"That sounds cool, man. I'd love to."

With that, he left. Uncle Chris untied me and helped me off the table. I was a little wobbly, so he helped me up the stairs to my room.

"Well, Terry, I hope you've learned a few things today. If you let it be fun, it can be. Just go with what your body is feeling.

"Oh, and by the way, thanks for getting Paul so turned on. Joe and I have been trying to get him to loosen up for a while."

As I walked into my room, he kissed me gently on the cheek.

"Get a good night's sleep, kid. We're heading for the cabin tomorrow. It ought to be a fun weekend." With that he shut the door.

I stood there and looked at myself in the mirror on the back of the door. There I stood, naked, my crotch shaved, my nipples still standing erect. I could still feel the juice of Paul and my uncle's cum in my ass and taste the coach's cum in my mouth. And thinking of that, looking at myself, I started to get hard again 3;

Chapter 6
Recreation Time

Thinking about it made me start shaking with humiliation at what had happened. But also my dick began to harden. Without thinking, I began to stroke it. As I did, I relived those events and began leaking lube. I began to stroke faster. With my other hand I reached back and felt my ass. My finger found my hole, still puffy and open from all the abuse it had taken. I slid my finger into my ass, thinking of my uncle's cock sliding into me. As I did, my balls tightened and I blew a load of cum all over my chest. I scooped up a finger full of it and raised it to my lips. I stuck out my tongue and licked it.

I jumped out of bed, horrified at what I'd just done. NO! I couldn't be getting off on this! It was just the memory of all that stimulation. I wasn't going to let myself actually ENJOY this. I walked into the bathroom and cleaned myself off.

I turned on the shower and climbed in. Once again, my thoughts turned to the last time I had been in a shower: yesterday afternoon, my uncle washing out my ass with that hose, making me suck his dick, the coach walking in and pulling out his cock for me to suck. I closed my eyes hard and tried to forget it but the images kept coming back. I felt a tingling in my crotch. Quickly, I turned off the water and climbed out. I dried off and pulled on some shorts and a tee shirt. Much as I hated to face my uncle again, I couldn't stay locked up in here forever. I walked downstairs.

The house was quiet. I walked into the kitchen and found a note from Uncle Chris.

Terry: Gone to do some errands. Be back this afternoon. Be ready to leave for the cabin.

I have a few hours to myself, I thought. Maybe I can think of some way to handle all this.

I got a glass of orange juice and went outside to the pool.

It was a beautiful, sunny morning. I lay down on the lounge chair and felt the warmth of the sun on my face. Somehow, just lying there in the sun made me feel better. But as I lay there with my eyes shut, the images of yesterday started to return again. I remembered the last time I was lying here, my uncle feeling up my ass for the first time. And once again in my shorts, I felt my dick stirring. I started to rub my crotch through my gym shorts.

I was so lost in thought, I didn't hear the gate open. Uncle Chris must have forgotten to lock it last night when Paul left. I didn't react until I heard a voice.

"Well, looky here. All ready to go again."

I sat up abruptly. There was Paul, standing at the foot of the lounge chair smiling a lewd smile at me. He was dressed similarly to last night, wearing dark blue gym shorts and a white tank top. Behind him stood two other guys whom I recognized, Todd and Jeff. Todd had been a classmate of Paul's and another of the coach's best wrestlers. He was, like Paul, stocky and built, although about an inch [2½ cm] shorter than Paul, and had red hair cut in a flat top. He wore red gym shorts and a yellow tank top that showed off his massive chest and arms. Jeff was a year older than his two companions and had graduated two years ago from my high school. He had gone to work for his father's construction company and the hard work in the sun, plus his daily workouts showed in his chiseled, tanned body. He was a little taller than the other two, dark complected with jet-black hair. He wore a pair of ragged cut-offs and no shirt. His chest was covered with dark hair that looked like it had been trimmed to show off the definition of his big pecs and hard stomach.

"Where's Chris?" Paul asked. "Me and my buddies just came from the gym and thought we might get in a little swim."

"He's out," I answered, nervously, "He won't be back until this afternoon."

"Well, I know he wouldn't mind if we use the pool. It always feels good after a hard workout. But then you know all about hard workouts don't you, kid."

Paul continued to smile that nasty smile at me. But I figured that with his two friends here, he wasn't going to try anything. Besides, what could I do? I certainly couldn't tell him to go away.

"Sure, I guess that'd be OK," I said. I tried not to look at him.

"Cool. OK, guys, let's cool off a little."

Paul stripped off his tank top and sat down on the end of my lounge chair to remove his shoes and socks. Todd and Jeff were doing likewise over at the patio table. I watched Paul warily as he removed his socks.

"What's the matter, kid?" he said softly, "Interrupt your little jackoff session? Bet you were dreaming of last night, huh?"

"N-n-no," I stammered, "I was just lying here."

"That's OK, kid. You can admit my cock turns you on. Doesn't bother me. Maybe if you're good, I'll let you blow it later."

"What are you guys talkin' about?" Todd said as he walked up behind Paul. He had stripped to his jock strap. Jeff had done the same and walked up next to him. Paul stood and stripped off his shorts, making it three studs in straps standing in front of me.

"Oh nothing," Paul said, looking down at me with that nasty expression, "Just a little workout routine that Terry likes to do. I was telling him I might help him with it later."

"Whatever. Let's get in the water, dude. I'm ready to wash all this fuckin' sweat off."

With that, Todd turned and dove into the pool. His round white ass disappeared below the water. Jeff followed him, his darker furry buns facing me as he dove in. Paul looked back at me again. He saw me watching the two guys.

"Turned on, little cocksucker? Well, maybe you'll get lucky."

Then he turned and dove in after his friends. I was left, sitting there trembling. Maybe I should just go in the house, I thought. But the sight of the three of them held me there, watching as they swam and horsed around in the water. I'll leave in a few minutes, I thought.

Todd swam up to the edge. "Hey kid, why aren't you swimming?"

"Probably afraid we'd see his hardon," Paul said as he swam up next to him.

"What the hell are you talking about, dude?" Todd said, frowning. "Are you saying the kid's a fag?"

"N-no, I just am kinda tired," I said, wishing they'd just drop it. But Paul was right: my dick was hard. I couldn't get up with them watching me.

"Show 'em how your dick gets hard from watching big studs, kid," Paul ordered.

"Leave me alone," I pleaded. I wanted to run in the house but then they'd see my hard dick in my shorts.

"Oh, come on kid, stand up and drop 'em and show us how much our bods turn you on."

"You know, I think the little shit really is hard," Jeff said, climbing out of the water. "Come on, kid. Show us your little hardon."

Now I was scared. Paul followed Jeff out of the pool and the two of them walked up on either side of the lounge chair. Too late, I tried to get up and run to the house but Jeff grabbed my arm and held me firmly. Then he moved behind me and grabbed my other arm. He now had me restrained. I struggled, knowing that it wouldn't do any good.

Paul came around in front of me and squeezed my dick through the front of my shorts. "Yep, he's hard all right. Turned on by seein' some beefy studs."

Todd was climbing out of the pool now. He said, "Damn, let's see it. Pull his fuckin' shorts down."

Paul did just that. He pulled my gym shorts and underwear all the way down to my ankles. My dick sprang up, hard and wet. I wanted to crawl in a hole. He then reached down and pulled up my tee shirt, pulling it over my head. Jeff still held me firmly from behind. I now stood there naked in front of the three big jocks.

Paul grabbed my dick and pulled it roughly. "See? I told you. He's a little cocksucker. Probably seein' us in our jocks has his mouth watering. And his asshole twitching too."

"Shit, man," said Todd, "Look at that. He's really horned up for it. Look how he's leakin' lube." He moved closer and looked at my dick more intently. "Shit, man, the kid ain't even got any pubes." He ran his hand across the area where my bush had been until last night, feeling the slight roughness of stubble. "Goddamn, feels like he shaved it off. Probably shaved himself to make his dick look bigger. Or to be more of a pussy boy."

"Is that what you want, kid? A big cock in your pussy hole?" leered Jeff from behind me, grinding his wet jock covered cock against my ass. The feeling just got me going more. As Paul squeezed my cock, a big glob of precum oozed out, hanging in a string from my dick.

"NO! And I didn't shave myself, he did!" I yelled, nodding toward Paul. I thought that maybe I could turn the tables a bit.

But Paul wasn't thrown a bit.

"Yeah, that's right. The little shit tried to screw my little sister. So his uncle decided that we should shave off his pubes. And let me tell you something, he practically came all over himself while we were doing it. We shaved his ass too and you know what? I found out he'd been stickin' stuff up there. It was all puffy like a cunt. Felt like one too."

"You mean you felt his hole?" Todd asked.

"I did more than feel it, man. I fucked that little hole of his. And let me tell you, you never felt a cunt that gripped your dick like his pussy hole does."

"You mean he let you fuck his ass?"

"He didn't have a lot of choice. We had him tied to a table. But let me tell you, you never saw somebody cum like he did with a big dick up his butt. I'll bet he plays with his butthole all the time to get off."

"Is that true kid? Todd asked, walking toward me, "Do you play with your asshole while you wank your cock?"

I turned red as I thought of this morning, lying in bed, fingering my hole as I jacked off. "I-I-I 3;"

"Shit, the little fucker does do it," Jeff said as he started rubbing his big dick harder against my ass. I could feel the head of it sticking out of his strap, dripping precum in my crack. "Hey, this is really getting me horny, dudes. I think I could fuck that hole of his."

"Is that what you want boy? A nice big dick sliding into your pussy?" Todd asked as he reached down and squeezed my balls.

I groaned but my dick continued to ooze, a long string of clear liquid now hung a good eight inches [20 cm] from my cock. I could feel Jeff's dick slipping further out of his jock and closer to my hole.

"Hold him, Todd," Jeff ordered, "I want to see what this pussy feels like."

Todd grabbed my shoulders, bending me forward as Paul grabbed my left foot to pull my legs further apart. Jeff released me and pulled his dick and balls the rest of the way out of the pouch of his jock. It was already wet with precum but he spit on it to get it slicker. My ass was now spread before him. Then he positioned the fat head of his dick against my swollen ass lips. I felt him start to push, the helmet of his cock starting to spread my hole and creeping into it. I groaned loudly, my asshole feeling as if it were on fire. With all the stretching my ass had gotten yesterday, his dick slid in about five inches [12½ cm] before he met much resistance. His fat eight and a half inch [21 cm] cock was now firmly in my hole. Tears streamed down my face from the pain and the humiliation.

"Oh, fuck! This feels great, man. I can feel his hole massaging my dick! He really knows how to take a cock," Jeff moaned as he started to pump in and out of my ass.

Todd held me firmly, bending me over until his wet jock was right in my face. I could see his hard dick pushing out the fabric, pointing right at my mouth. He started to rub it against my lips. "Lick my dick through that jock, kid," Todd ordered roughly. "I want to feel your mouth on it." He pressed his cock harder against my mouth. The motion of Jeff fucking me pushed it against me even harder. I kept my lips tightly shut. But then Paul, who was sitting on the lounge chair, reached up and grabbed my balls and squeezed them hard.

"You heard him. Lick that dick. Do it now or I'll rip your nuts off."

Slowly I stuck out my tongue and began to run it across the rough material, feeling the hard fat cock encased inside. There was a slickness around the head from the leaking precum and it tasted both salty and sweet.

Paul smiled wickedly. "I thought that would convince you. Or maybe you just like having your balls played with. Let's see what we can do about that." He got up and walked toward the house and into the basement.

Meanwhile, Jeff picked up the pace of fucking me, slamming his dick all the way in, his pubes hitting my ass with each hard thrust. Todd pulled down his jock and his thick cock stood in front of my mouth. Todd's dick wasn't as long as the others', about seven and a half inches [19 cm], but was incredibly fat, looking to be about three inches [7½ cm] across at the head. He pressed it against my lips and grabbed my hair. I opened my mouth to yell and his dick slid in, cutting off any sound I might have made. He began fucking my mouth.

"Damn, kid, you suck dick better than my girlfriend," he panted, his dick hitting the back of my mouth with each pump of his hips. He held my head firmly.

Paul came back out of the house, carrying a plastic bag. He walked back over and sat on the lounge, watching me getting fucked at both ends.

"I found a few little things to liven up the experience for you, Terry." He reached into the bag and pulled out a five-pound [2 kg] weight, which he had attached to a rope, about a foot [30 cm] long. Reaching between my legs, he tied the rope to my ball sack. He released the weight, letting it dangle between my legs. I felt like my nuts were being pulled off. With each of Jeff and Todd's thrusts, the weight swung back and forth. The pain was excruciating, yet my dick throbbed with each yank of the rope.

Paul grinned. "I thought you'd like that. Now let's see what else I can do for you."

He reached in the bag and pulled out two clothespins he had found in the laundry room. He reached for my chest and grabbed my left nipple, pinching it hard. Pulling it out as far as possible, he clamped the clothespin onto it. I tried to scream but Todd's dick muffled the sounds. Paul then performed the same treatment on my right nipple. He flicked the clothespins jarring my burning tits even more.

"Yeah, that'll do it for you won't it kid?" Paul sneered, "You like having your little titties played with. Looks like you're gonna cum any time now."

He was right. With the fucking Jeff was giving me, Todd's fat cock in my mouth, my balls stretched and my nipples pinched tightly, my dick was dripping in a steady stream now and I could feel the sensations rising inside me. In spite of myself, I was going to shoot. I was so embarrassed by the thought that these big jocks were going to see me cum from this abuse. But I couldn't stop the inevitable. Moments later, I started shaking and gobs of juice shot out of my dick, landing on the ground, on Todd's leg and on Paul's chest as he sat watching my reaction.

"See, I told you he was hot for this. This kid just can't get enough dick."

Jeff was pumping hard now, his pace quickening as he worked his dick in and out of me. Suddenly, I felt him shudder and heard him shout.

"Oh, GOD DAMN! I'm creaming! I'm creamin' in the little fucker's ass!"

I could feel the hot juice shooting into my ass. He must have shot six or seven times before he started to subside. Then he pulled his dick out of my ass, leaving it open and oozing.

Todd pulled his cock from my mouth and moved around behind me. "I've gotta try this."

He immediately shoved his cock into my gooey asshole and began pumping hard. The weight on my balls swung violently back and forth. Within minutes, Todd was shooting his load into me, filling my ass with even more juice.

"Damn, that's hot! I never felt a hole around my cock like that," Todd gasped as he slowly pulled his still dripping dick from my hole.

That left Paul. I knew that he wouldn't let the opportunity pass and I was right. He stood up and grabbed me, pushing me face down on the edge of the lounge chair. Then he sunk his hard cock into me, pounding furiously. I was beyond crying, into shock, and yet my dick still throbbed as it rubbed against the rough fabric of the cushions. The clothespins on my nipples were pushed against the cushions as well and pulled on my sore tits. Paul began to fuck faster and harder, pulling his dick all the way out of my ass and then plunging it back in to the hilt. Soon I could hear his breathing grow harder and felt his dick swelling in my raw stretched hole. He too filled me with a load of cum, collapsing on top of me. As he did, my dick shot all over the cushion beneath me. I felt my hot cum on my stomach.

Paul pulled out, standing up and using my shorts to wipe off his cock. "You're a good fuck, kid. Glad we were able to help you have some fun."

I lay there trembling, not wanting to look at my attackers. Then I heard a voice from the basement door.

"So, having some more fun are we?" It was Uncle Chris. He stood at the door watching the scene of the three jocks getting dressed as I lay naked on the lounge chair, my balls still tied to the weights. I looked around and saw him, humiliated at the thought that he'd seen me getting fucked again.

"Yeah Terry wanted us to help him out," Paul said, as he pulled on his tanktop. The three of them picked up their gear and headed over to the door, talking to Uncle Chris as they walked out the gate. I lay still, my heart still pounding from the experience.

"Well, are you going to just lie there all day? We've got to get a move on. I can't wait for the traffic to get bad just because you've got to get your ass pounded. Now stand up," Uncle Chris ordered.

Silently, I pushed myself up from the lounge chair. The weight swung between my legs, still stretching my balls. The clothespins still gripped my nipples. A big sticky area of cum covered my stomach. And my dick still stood half hard. I hung my head, not wanting to say anything. My uncle looked me over.

"Looks like you're trying a few new things. OK, we'll keep those in mind. But now we need to get on the road so take those things off."

I removed the clothespins, my nipples tingling painfully and sticking out from my chest. Then I untied the rope from my balls. Just the stimulation of these things made my dick jerk again. Cum oozed from my ass and dripped on the ground.

"My God, you're a mess. Come inside," my uncle said leading me into the basement. He reached into a drawer rummaging around for something.

"We haven't got time to clean you out right now and I can't have you dripping all over the car seats, so we'll have to do this. Turn around."

He had an object in his hand that looked like a rubber cone with a narrow base. The cone was about four inches [10 cm] long and two inches [5 cm] in diameter at its widest point.

"Bend over."

I looked at the butt plug in horror. I didn't want that in my ass. "No! Leave me alone!" I said weakly.

"Be quiet, Terry and do as I say."

Knowing I had no choice, I turned around and bent over. He moved behind me and began to push the plug into my hole. I felt my ass clamp tightly around the base when it was in and could feel the tip rubbing that sensitive place in my ass. The sensation brought me back to full erection. As I stood up, my uncle looked at my hard on.

"Oh for God's sake. Jack that thing off so we can get going. Hurry up."

Slowly, I took my dick in my hand and began to stroke it, my uncle watching me as I did. It only took a minute for me to cum all over the floor. My uncle threw me a rag.

"OK, clean up your mess and go put some clothes on. We need to get going."

I mopped up the cum and walked to my room, the plug rubbing in my ass with each step. I wondered what the weekend held in store. My uncle. The coach. Paul. All of them would be there and I had no idea what would happen next.

Chapter 7
Exam Time

I felt dazed and confused by the feelings inside me. On one hand, I was ashamed and scared by the way my body had been used the last couple of days. On the other hand, I was turned on by it. Even thinking of the events of these days made my dick hard, no matter how I tried to will it not to. But I kept telling myself that it wasn't what I wanted.

My uncle turned off the main highway and on to an old country road that led to the cabin. The bumpiness of the road just drove that plug deeper into my ass. I groaned as my dick throbbed in my shorts. My uncle looked over at me and saw the bulge in my shorts and smiled.

"I see you're ready to go again. Well, we need to make a stop at a friend's house before we get to the cabin. I promised your mother I'd have you checked out before we go in the lake this year. You remember how you got an ear infection last summer. I want to make sure you're OK. My friend is a doctor who'll check you out. I called him before we left. I want to be sure you can enjoy yourself this weekend."

My face burned with embarrassment. I just hoped that this doctor wouldn't find out everything that had been going on.

We drove a few more kilometers and turned into a driveway leading to another cabin on the lake. It was a big house actually, rustic looking but nice. He pulled up to the front porch and stopped. We got out of the car and walked to the front door.

Uncle Chris rang to bell and a moment later, the door opened. The doctor was a handsome, big man in his early forties, with black hair. He greeted Uncle Chris and invited us into the house.

"George, this is my nephew Terry. I wanted you to check him out as I told you on the phone."

"A wise precaution. Well, come on into the office here and we'll get started."

We walked into a large room that had two examining tables in the middle.

"All right young man. Remove your shirt and let's have a look at you."

I did as I was told, pulling my tee shirt over my head. The doctor took his stethoscope and listened to my chest. Then he felt around my chest and stomach. His hands ran over my stretched, sore nipples.

"Your nipples seem a bit irritated. But I don't think it's anything to worry about."

He raised my arms and felt around my armpits. He noted the lack of hair under my arms and I blushed, knowing that I had had some until yesterday.

He went on to check my ears, nose and throat. Everything seemed to be checking out OK. I thought that this would be over soon.

"All right, Terry, remove the rest of your clothing."

My eyes went wide in panic. I didn't want him to see my shaved crotch and most of all not the plug in my butt. My uncle stood there calmly watching. He didn't seem at all concerned about my humiliation.

I stammered, "D-d-do I have to? I think I'm fine."

"Yes, Terry. I have to give you a thorough examination. Now remove your shoes and socks and your shorts please."

Knowing I had no choice, I slowly began to take off my tennis shoes and socks and placed them in the corner. Then I unbuttoned my pants and pulled them off and set them on the chair with my shirt. I stood there in my jockey shorts.

"Remove the underwear too, son," the doctor ordered, "We haven't got all day."

Reluctantly, I pulled off my underwear and placed them with the rest of my clothes. I stood naked before the doctor and Uncle Chris. My dick was about half-hard from the stimulation in my ass and a glisten of pre-cum shown on the tip. I blushed with embarrassment.

"Don't be ashamed, Terry. An erection is natural." With that, the doctor gripped my cock and squeezed it slightly. More pre-cum oozed out. With his thumb, he rubbed it slowly around the head. My dick grew to full erection.

"You seem to leak a lot. Once again, that's normal for a boy your age. Although I must say that you seem to produce more than most I've seen. And so quickly. You must be very easily stimulated."

He released my dick, allowing it to slap up against my stomach, rock-hard. He reached underneath and felt my balls, squeezing them one at a time and checking me for hernia. My dick continued to throb and twitch.

"Well, that all seems to check out. I'm surprised that as developed as you are that you have no pubic hair," the doctor commented.

"Actually I can explain that, George," my uncle spoke up. "Terry had been trying to have sex with a girl and I shaved his pubes off to teach him a lesson."

"I see. Well, I hope you've learned to be careful, young man. You can't just go knocking up some girl at your age. Any other sexual activity? Do you masturbate, Terry?"

Again I blushed. "Yes," I mumbled.

"How often do you masturbate? More than once a day?"

"Sometimes," I mumbled again, even softer. I wanted to run away.

"Do you ever play with other parts of your body while masturbating? Your nipples seem very sensitive. Have you been playing with them to arouse yourself?"

"Well 3; I 3;"

"I think it's fairly obvious you have. Nothing to be ashamed of. Your nipples are an erogenous zone of your body, Terry. Show me what you do to stimulate them."

I stared at him, not wanting to move.

"Go on. Do you pinch them like this?" He reached out and squeezed my left nipple hard and then the right one. I groaned in a mixture of pain and stimulation. My dick felt like it was going to explode.

"Or do you twist them to stimulate them?" He twisted both my nipples, gripping them hard. I gasped. My nipples were already sore and the new manipulation shot through my body like electricity. A string of goo oozed from my dick.

"Yes, I see that seems to be very erotic for you. What about other areas? Do you ever play with your anus to stimulate yourself?"

"I-I-I 3;"

"Have you stuck your finger in yourself to turn yourself on? Go on and tell me."

"Well, I did once," I said quietly, tears of embarrassment in my eyes.

"When was this?"

I hesitated. "This morning," I whispered.

"I couldn't hear you. When was this?"

"This morning," I said a little louder.

"I see. So you were lying in bed?"

"Yes."

"You were naked."

"Yes."

And you could see that all your pubic hair was shaved off.

"Yes."

"And you were masturbating while you stuck a finger in your anus."

"Yes."

"Did the feeling of your finger inside you excite you more?"

My dick twitched. The memory of this morning was fresh in my mind. I hung my head and mumbled, "Yes."

"And you played with your nipples."

"Yes."

"And you found that stimulating."

"Yes."

"You ejaculated while you had your finger inside you."

Tears were rolling down my face. "Yes."

"Do you ever taste your semen after you masturbate?"

I took a few deep breaths before answering. I could remember the taste. "Yes."

"Did you do that this morning?"

I was trembling now. The memory of this morning was turning me on. I could feel the cum building in my balls even as I had to answer each humiliating question. "Yes."

"So after you ejaculated this morning while you were lying naked in bed with your finger in your anus, and ate your semen, did your penis get hard again at any time this morning?"

I was shaking now. "Yes."

"And when was that?"

"Out by the pool."

"Were you still naked?"

"No. I was just lying out by the pool."

"And you started playing with yourself."

"Yes."

"Did you finger yourself?"

"No."

"Did you stick anything else in your anus?"

I hesitated. "I didn't, no."

"You didn't. Was someone else there?"

My heart was thumping and the tears continued to pour down my cheeks. I said softly, "Not at first."

"Some guys."

"Who were these guys?"

"They were guys who used to go to my high school."

"And what were they doing there?"

"They wanted to go swimming."

"I see. And were you aroused by them?"

"I guess 3;er 3; I don't know."

"You got an erection?"

"Yes."

"And they saw your erection."

"Yes."

"Did they say anything to you?"

"Yes."

"What did they say?"

"They said I was queer. That I was hard because of them."

"Were you?"

I blushed deeper. "No 3; er 3; I don't think so." I knew I was lying. They had turned me on. The doctor seemed to know this too.

"But you were watching them. Were they naked?"

"They had on jock straps."

"And you had an erection while watching them."

"Yes."

"Did you undress for them, Terry?"

"No, they made me."

"How do you mean?"

"They grabbed me. They took my clothes off."

"They stripped you. You were naked in front of them. Was your penis erect?"

"Yes."

"Were you leaking?"

"I guess so."

"So you were naked and aroused with these boys. Did they know you wanted your anus played with?"

"I didn't want that. They made me do it."

"They stuck fingers in your anus?"

"Well, no. They 3;"

"Did they stick their penises in your anus, Terry?"

Very quietly, "Yes."

"And were you still aroused by this?"

"NO! I-I-I wasn't. I was just 3;"

"Was your penis erect?"

"Yes."

"And did you ejaculate?"

"Yes. But 3;"

"I'd say you were aroused. How many of them inserted themselves in you?"

"Three."

"And did they ejaculate in you?"

"Yes."

"And did you ejaculate while this was happening?"

"Yes."

"How many times?"

"Two.

"So you climaxed twice with these boys inserting their penises in your anus. Did you also perform oral sex on them?"

"Yes."

My uncle spoke up again. "George, I think you should know I found him this morning with these three older boys. He was naked and had clothespins on his nipples and a weight attached to his balls. As a matter of fact, his ass was so full of semen, I had to put a plug in there to keep him from messing up the car on the way here."

"I see. So you've been using sexual toys to stimulate you more. Does it stimulate you to have your scrotum stretched?"

"No! I don't like that." I sobbed.

"I don't think I believe you, boy." With that, he reached down and grabbed my balls and pulled down hard. My dick twitched even more as I groaned loudly from the pain. A big glob of precum dripped out and fell on my bare foot.

"You mustn't lie to me, Terry. As you can see, it's obvious this does stimulate you." He released my balls, but they continued to throb in pain.

"So you've had to plug his anus. Well, let's have a look at that, Terry. Turn around and spread your legs."

Reluctantly, I did as I was told. I was now facing my uncle, who stood watching my humiliation with interest. I felt the doctor's hands on my ass cheeks.

"You have a very deep ass crack, Terry. You'll need to spread your legs further apart. Good. Now bend forward. Good."

I could feel his hand exploring my crack. His fingers ran up and down, and the feeling made my dick even harder.

"You have no pubic hair in here either. Is that natural or have you had that shaved too?"

"It's shaved," I whispered, shaking hard.

His fingers closed around the base of the plug. He twisted it slightly. I moaned.

"I can see that anal stimulation is quite a turn on for you. You said earlier that you ejaculated while one of these boys had his penis inside you?"

"Y-y-yes."

"Tell us about that Terry." He twisted the plug a bit more.

"OOOH. H-h-he ju-just pu-pushed it in me."

"This was after all your clothing had been removed."

"Yes."

"You were naked."

"Y-yes."

"Say it, Terry."

"I-I-I was n-n-naked."

"And you had an erection. Say it."

"I-I h-h-had an 3; erection."

"And what was the other boy doing to you?"

"H-h-h-he was f-f-f-fucking m-m-m-me."

"And you ejaculated."

"I-I-I ej-j-jaculated."

"And what were the other boys doing?"

"O-one had h-h-his d-d-d-dick in my m-m-mouth."

"So you were sucking his dick. Say it."

"I-I-I-I w-w-was s-s-sucking his d-d-d-dick," I sobbed, my knees nearly buckling from the memory and the doctor's slow twisting of the butt plug.

"And did he ejaculate in your mouth?"

"No."

"Where did he ejaculate?"

"In m-m-my a-a-ass."

"Tell me in order what happened." He twisted the plug half a rotation. I gasped and a steady stream of ever whitening precum oozed out of my aching cock.

"J-j-jeff c-c-came in m-m-my ass. Th-th-then Todd t-t-took his d-d-dick out of my mouth and he st-stuck it in m-m-my ass."

"And what did he do?"

"H-h-he f-f-fucked me t-t-til he shot in m-m-me."

"And what was the third boy doing?"

"H-h-he tied the w-w-weight to my b-b-balls and put the cl-cl-clothespins on my nipples."

"And that stimulated you more, right?"

I was too far gone to deny it. "I-I-I g-g-guess so."

"And then what happened." He twisted the plug again.

"O-o-o-o-h! T-t-t-todd p-p-p-ulled out and P-p-p-paul pushed me down on the l-l-lounge chair. And 3; h-h-he 3; f-f-f-fucked 3; m-me."

"And did you ejaculate again? Tell me Terry. Did you cum while he fucked you?" He gave the plug a full turn.

"YES! YES!" Suddenly, my dick shot a huge stream of cum into the air. And another. And another. I thought I'd never stop cumming. My knees gave out and I crumpled to the floor, cum still shooting. I lay gasping on the floor.

"Alright, Terry. Catch your breath. It's alright."

I lay there in a pool of my own cum, too weak to move.

"Well, now I think we understand what you've been up to. It's time to get you cleaned up. Chris, give me a hand and lets get Terry up here on the table."

They lifted me by the arms and placed me on my back on one of the examining tables. They put my feet in the stirrups and spread my legs apart. The doctor used straps to bind my feet to the stirrups.

"Alright, Terry, I'm going to remove the plug and examine your anus. Then we'll give you an enema to clean you out."

I thought I was too tired to feel any more humiliation, but I was to be proved wrong.

As the doctor was speaking, the door opened. In walked Coach Nelson and his stepson Pete. Pete was two years older than I.

"Joe," the doctor said, "I think you know Chris's nephew. Have a seat while I finish examining his anus and give him an enema. I'll be right with you."

My face burned with embarrassment as the coach and Pete sat down looking at me lying naked on the table, my stomach covered with cum, my legs spread so that the butt plug showed. Pete stared at my ass and my still half-hard dick, sticking up from my hairless crotch.

The humiliation would go on.

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