Shaver Boy

Terry's Lessons

Chapters 8-14

Pete was a good looking guy who had just turned 16 years old. He was only an inch [2½ cm] taller than I at five-foot-eight [1.73 m] but huskier. He wrestled and played soccer and worked out a lot, giving him a hard well-developed body. Like me, his butt was round and prominent. He had black hair (his real father had been Italian) and deep brown eyes. He sat there today wearing jeans and a tee shirt that fit tightly over his muscular chest.

The doctor continued to pull the plug out, its widest part now stretching my hole. I moaned loudly as he twisted it again, pulling it out altogether. My ass felt strange after three hours with the plug in it to be suddenly empty.

"Alright, Terry, now that that's out, let's see how things are down there," the doctor said as he donned latex gloves. He lubed up his finger with Vaseline and began fingering my hole. I squirmed on the table as he felt around inside my ass. My dick continued to swell back toward full hardness and began to leak again. He began to work a second finger into me. With his other hand he pulled my balls forward, holding them out of the way. In doing so, he pressed my dick even harder against my stomach. Already slick from cum, the oozing of my cock made my stomach slicker and my dick slid around, rubbing the sensitive head and stimulating it even more.

"Your rectum is tight but fairly flexible. You seem to be able to accommodate quite a bit. I need to see how flexible it is." As he spoke, he worked his two fingers around in my ass. Then I felt him start to work a third finger into me. I groaned as my ass was stretched further. He twisted his fingers around in my hole, poking deeper and stretching his fingers apart. With each twist, my dick jumped and slid around on my stomach. I could see Pete and the coach watching. I couldn't quite read the expression on Pete's face. It seemed at times to be filled with embarrassment and other times to be filled with lust. But it was hard for me to concentrate with the feeling of three fingers being twisted round in my ass. The doctor seemed to notice Pete's attention too.

"Peter, I could use some assistance. Please come here." Pete stood up and slowly walked over to the doctor, standing over me. "I need to use both hands for the next part of the examination so I need you to hold Terry's testicles and penis out of the way."

Pete blushed as he took hold of my balls and pushed them up toward my stomach. The doctor then used the index fingers of both hands to pull my ass open. I gasped as he stretched the opening as far as he could.

"Now Terry, I need to get some data so I have a complete file on you. Since you've been so active sexually I want to be sure you're OK. Joe, could you bring me the measuring tape on the table?" The coach got the tape and came over. "I need to get some measurements for the records. Please measure the distance of the opening as I stretch it." He stretched my hole hard and the coach pulled the measuring tape across it.

"Three inches [7½ cm]," the coach reported.

"Very good. Would you give the tape to Peter? Peter, I want you to measure Terry's penis."

Pete blushed deeper but silently did as he was told. Gripping the head of my cock, he held the measuring tape long the side and held it to the base with his other hand. "Seven and a half inches [19 cm]," he said softly.

"I see. Stroke his penis a couple of times and measure again to be sure we've got the length of full erection."

Pete stroked my cock, slicked up with precum. I could feel it swell in his hand. He measured again. "Seven and three quarters [19½ cm] inches."

"Good. I will now massage his prostate while you stroke his penis. Then measure again."

I felt the doctor slide two fingers into my ass and rub against that tender spot. I trembled as Pete rubbed precum all over my dick. He took the tape and measured again. "Looks like seven and seven eighths [19¾ cm]."

"Very good." He removed his fingers from my ass and went over to write something down. Pete stood there still holding my cock.

"Alright Terry, I think you're ready for your enema." He got a bag and filled it with warm soapy water. Hanging the bag from a hook above the table he took the hose and attached a large nozzle about eight inches [20 cm] long and with a head of about an inch and a half [4 cm] in diameter. He began to work it into my hole. The coach and my uncle watched. When he had it in about seven inches [18 cm], he reached up and turned a valve on the hose. I felt warm water start to drain into my ass. It was a strange feeling, kind of warm, kind of soothing, but also stimulating my already hard dick.

"I've set this on slow so it will take a while," the doctor said as he stripped off his gloves. "Just relax and enjoy it, Terry. Oh, and you can let go of his penis now, Peter."

Pete turned even redder as he quickly dropped my dick with a plop on my stomach. My dick ached for relief, spasming and oozing.

The doctor now turned to the others. "So Joe, what brings you and Pete here?"

"Well we were coming up to Chris's cabin for the weekend and I thought it would be a good time to get Pete checked out and ready for the summer."

"Very good. Well, young man, get prepared."

Pete looked at the coach. "Joe, I don't want to do this with Terry and Chris here."

"Don't be silly. You have nothing to hide from them. Terry certainly isn't hiding anything, is he?" Turning to me he said, "Terry, you're not embarrassed to be naked in front of Pete are you?"

"Well 3;" I started, finding it hard to concentrate with the water flowing into me and everything going on around me.

"See, I didn't think so. So you shouldn't be embarrassed either. Now strip."

"No! I don't want to."

"Pete, you remember what happened the last time you got sassy with me. Are Chris and I going to have to discipline you again?"

I knew what that meant and apparently so did Pete. His resistance melted.

Pete slowly peeled off his tee shirt and placed it on the chair with my clothes. Then he bent over and removed his shoes and socks. He paused for a moment before unbuttoning his jeans and pulling them down and off. He folded them and put them on the chair. Then pausing again, he pulled off his white jockey shorts and placed them on top of the pile.

Pete stood there naked. From the table I looked at his olive-skinned body. His chest had a small patch of black hair between his well-developed pecs. His nipples were over an inch [2½ cm] across and the nubs stood out prominently and hard. A trail of hair ran down his hard stomach, around the deep navel to a black bush over a fat semi-hard dick. There was a little hair on his balls and a lot on his muscular legs. He looked even huskier than I had remembered him from last summer at the pool.

"Good," the coach said, "Now get up on the table." He pointed to the other examination table next to the one I was on. It faced the other way.

"Joe, please. Not with everybody watching."

"So you've decided to get modest all of a sudden. Well, too late, boy. Get up there or we'll have to put you there."

"No, I 3;"

With that Coach Nelson and my uncle grabbed him and dragged him on to the table. Between the two of them, they secured his feet to the stirrups and tied his hands behind his head to a hook on the top of the table.

"I'm sorry to have to do that, Pete," the coach said, "but next time, maybe you'll be more cooperative like Terry."

We lay there looking at each other, both naked and spread, both tied down (although at least my hands were free), and both embarrassed. And both sort of hard. For me, it was partly because of the increasing pressure in my ass from the water filling it. For Pete, well, I could only assume that as with me, the situation, no matter how embarrassing, was stimulating him.

The doctor brought over a tray and placed it on the stand next to Pete.

"Ok, let's get started here. Joe, you said you wanted him trimmed up some."

"That's right. Pits, chest, pubes, and ass. All nice and smooth."

"Hey, you said I could keep my bush this year." Pete complained.

"That's your punishment for being such a baby about this. You're lucky I let you keep it through the school year. Wouldn't that have had all your little jock friends talking in the locker room? So be quiet. You're gonna be a nice smooth boy this summer. Just like Terry. Don't you think we did a good job on him? Look at how smooth that crotch is. Just like yours was last summer after the party." He ran his hand over the area where my bush had been until yesterday, pushing my hard dick around as he did. The area was wet with cum, precum and sweat and he rubbed it around into my skin. My dick rubbed against my stomach. I moaned slightly. "See how much Terry enjoys this? He knows it looks good on him. Just like you did when we had you tied down on the deck at Chris's cabin and all of us shaved you. I remember how you shot your load. You should have seen how turned on Terry got when we shaved him last night. You know Terry's almost as good at some of the games we play as you are and he's kind of new at it. But don't worry. There'll be plenty to go around and keep you both busy."

As he spoke, the doctor took a surgical razor and began scraping the hair from Pete's right armpit. Within a minute, it was clean and smooth. Then he moved to the other side and denuded the left one. Then he moved on to the chest, removing the hair between his pecs and around his nipples. He pinched the nipples and pulled them as he scraped the wisps of dark hair away. I could see Pete's dick twitch and harden as he did. Then the doctor began scraping down his stomach, erasing the trail of hair as he went. He carefully shaved around the navel and continued until he reached his bush. Then he swept away the loose hair. Pete's upper body was now totally smooth.

The doctor then picked up scissors. "Chris, would you hold Peter's penis out of the way while I trim this down?"

My uncle, who had been standing next to the doctor watching, took hold of Pete's hard dick, squeezing it as he pulled it down between his legs. A string of precum oozed out. The doctor began clipping away at Pete's pubic hair, clump by clump, reducing it to a stubble.

"You know I don't think he's quite as leaky as Terry but it's close," my uncle observed as he slowly massaged Pete's cock. "We may have to have a contest to see who is the biggest lube producer."

I blushed and shifted bit on my table. The enema was starting to make me feel bloated but also a strange warm sensation filled my crotch. My dick was hard as a rock.

The doctor finished trimming Pete's bush and, taking the razor again began to remove the remnants. The patch of hair above Pete's cock got smaller and smaller until it disappeared altogether. He scraped all around the base of his dick to finish that part of the job.

"Alright, Chris, hold his penis up against his stomach so I can get his scrotum cleaned up."

Uncle Chris shifted around and held Pete's dick to his belly. The ooze of pre-cum dripped onto his smooth skin and my uncle rubbed his dick slowly around in it. I could see Pete tremble slightly from the sensation. The doctor moved between Pete's out-spread legs and, pulling the skin of his sack tight, began scraping off the hairs on his balls and the underside of his dick. There wasn't a lot so it went pretty quickly. He shaved the area behind his balls until he was smooth all the way back to his asshole.

"So, Joe, what about his ass? Just the crack or the cheeks too?" the doctor asked.

"Just the crack. That bit of fur on his cheeks looks good in a jock strap."

"Ok. You two hold his cheeks apart. That bubble butt of his is even deeper than Terry's."

Uncle Chris and the coach stood on either side of Pete and spread his ass as far as possible. The doctor began shaving the hair from his ass crack until it too was smooth. The doctor ran his finger around the pink hole and then pushed it in, feeling around in Pete's ass. I could see Pete wince from the penetration.

"Well, that's done," the doctor announced, pulling his finger out and putting down the razor. "I recommend an enema for him as well to get him ready for the summer."

"Probably a good idea. Go ahead and do it. Get him nice and cleaned out for this weekend."

The doctor filled another bag and hung it above Pete's table. He lubed up the nozzle and inserted it in Pete's ass. Then he turned the valve to begin the release of the water.

"I've set this one a little faster so they should end up about the same time. In the meantime, why don't you two join me for a drink."

"Sounds great," Uncle Chris said. The three of them left the room, leaving Pete and me lying naked on the tables, our asses filling with water.

Chapter 9
Terry And Pete's Class Discussion

I finally broke the silence. "How long has this been going on for you?"

Pete hesitated a moment, embarrassed to talk about it. "Over a year. How about you?"

"Just a couple of days." Reluctantly, I told him the story of my uncle accosting me by the pool, tying me down and fucking me yesterday in the basement gym. About him fucking me again in the shower along with the coach. About last night and being shaved by Uncle Chris, the coach and Paul. And the multiple fucking by Paul, Todd and Jeff this morning. After I told him, I felt better. Somehow it helped to share this with somebody. I also felt incredibly horny. Recounting the experiences of the last two days made my dick ache even more for release.

"Wow, that's faster than it happened for me." Pete started to tell me his story.

"My mother had just married Joe about a year and a half ago when it all began. I was 14 and already knew Joe since he was the varsity wrestling coach. I was on the freshman team. But I used to see him all the time around the locker room, talking to the older guys or to Coach Woods, the freshman coach. I guess I paid attention to him because he was kind of hot. Yeah, Terry, I can say that now. But at the time I hadn't really thought of that.

"Anyway, he started dating my mom and so I'd see him around the house then. He'd sometimes stay the night with mom. A couple of times we'd run into each other in the bathroom in the morning. I'd be in the shower and he'd come in to take a leak. He'd talk to me while I finished up in the shower, stuff about school and the team and shit. I was kind of embarrassed to be naked in front of him. He was always wearing boxers. I kind of liked the way his body looked, all muscular and furry and all. And I'd start getting hard. I'd try to keep my back to him until I could grab a towel but I'm sure he noticed. Sometimes I'd have to go back to my room and jack off before heading to school just to get my dick to go down. I told myself it was just horniness. But I think now there was more to it.

"So after he and mom got married, things started happening more. Mom was working the day shift at the hospital and would leave really early. And like before, Joe would always manage to end up in the bathroom in the morning while I was in the shower. And then he started asking me questions. Was I dating anybody? Did I jack off? Had I ever fooled around with a girl? Had I ever jacked off with other guys? I was really embarrassed by that last one, because I had. I had been staying over at a friend's house one time and three of us got to playing strip poker. Well, we all ended up naked and horny. You know how it is. And we jacked off to see who could shoot the farthest. I won because jacking off while I was watching those other two guys working their dicks really did get me more excited than I had ever been. I must have shot across the room, man.

"Anyway, there I was in the shower, trying to hide my hard on, and Joe asks me about jacking off with other guys. I kind of stuttered around, trying to decide what to say and he pulls the shower curtain back. He says there's nothing to be ashamed of. And he asked me again about it. I got scared and said no. He says he thinks I'm lying and that it's important that he and I have an honest relationship. I said no, still trying to face the other way. He says to look at him when he's talking to me. I tried to tell him to leave me alone but he grabbed my shoulder and spun me around. There I was with my big hardon sticking out. He said I was awful turned on for someone who was trying to act so innocent. He made me get out of the shower and told me I had to be punished for lying to him. He sits down on the toilet lid and drags me over his lap. There I am bareassed naked, my hard dick hanging between his legs and he starts spanking my ass. He keeps asking me after every swat for the truth. Finally I told him, yeah, I'd done it. He asked me to tell him about what happened. After a couple more swats, I did. My dick was so hard and dripping goo all over his leg. He pushed me off his lap. He told me to jack off. He said if I had done it in front of other guys, I should be able to do it in front of him and that since I was so hard it was obvious I wanted to. Man, I was so horny! I reached down and started stroking my dick. He sat there watching me until I shot all over the floor. Then he threw my towel told me to clean up the bathroom and hurry up or I'd be late for school.

"A couple of days later, he comes in again and this time he strips off his shorts and climbs in the shower with me. He says we may as well save water and there was nothing to hide between us. Well I got hard from him being right there next to me and he saw it. He handed me the soap and told me to wash his chest. I started to rub the soap on his chest and I could see his dick was about half hard. I'd never realized how big it was before. He told me to wash his stomach so I did. And then he tells me to wash his cock. I said I didn't think I should do that and he said he'd seen me looking at it enough, I may as well touch it. So I soaped up his dick. It got all the way hard. Man, that thing was big! And I was so hard my legs were shaking. He told me to wash his nuts and I did. Then he told me to jack him off. I kind of hesitated. I mean, shit, he was my stepfather. He told me again. So I took his dick in my hand and started stroking it. He was giving me directions: speed up, slow down, rub the head. He told me to play with his balls with my other hand. So I took his big hairy nutsack in my hand and started working it while I stroked him. All of a sudden he starts panting and fucking my fist and blows his load all over me. He told me to wipe the cum off on my hand and then he tells me to jack my cock off. Well, it took me about twenty seconds to cum a big wad all over the place. He got out of the shower and told me to hurry up and get finished.

"Well, this kept happening every morning for a couple of weeks. He'd get in the shower and make me jack his dick and then make me jack mine. Then one morning, while I was washing his dick, he told me to get on my knees. I asked him why. He said just do it. So I knelt down. His big fat dick was right in my face. I guess I knew what was coming next. He told me to lick it. I told him no and he slapped his dick across my face hard and told me again. He said he knew I really wanted to do it. So I stuck out my tongue and licked the head of his dick. He told me to lick the shaft so I did. Then he told me to lick his balls. I did. Then he told me since I seemed to like that so much, to open my mouth. I wouldn't. He slapped me and told me again so I did. He stuck his dick in my mouth and started fucking my face. His dick is so big I thought I'd choke. I tried to pull away but he grabbed my head and started fucking harder. He told me to jack off. As freaked out as I was, I was still hard as hell. So I did. And I shot my load all over his feet. He said something about see, I knew you'd been wanting to do this. All of a sudden, he grabbed my head real hard and jammed his dick in as far as it would go and shot his cum in my mouth. I thought I'd choke to death but he kept cumming. I swallowed most of it but after he pulled his dick out of my mouth I started trying to spit it out. He grabbed me by the hair and told me never to spit out his cum, to swallow every drop. He said now that he knew I was a cocksucker, we could have some real fun. I felt awful. But also turned on. I went to bed that night thinking about what happened and jacked off again.

"So now this became the morning routine. He'd get in the shower and I'd suck his dick and jack off. Then the weekend came and I slept in. I came down stairs and he was sitting in the den in his robe. Mom was at work. I came in with my juice and he said he missed our morning routine. I didn't say anything. He said, of course we didn't have to be in the shower to do it. He opened up his robe. He was naked underneath. He told me to come over and suck it. I said I didn't want to. He said he knew I really did by the way my dick was sticking up in my shorts, which it was. I knew that protesting wasn't going to do any good, and besides, part of me really did want to, so I walked over and got on my knees and sucked his dick while he sat there on the couch. I had my dick out, jacking it off. He reached down and pulled my tee shirt over my head. After a few minutes he pushed me back onto the floor so that I was lying on my stomach and he was sitting in front of me with his big cock sliding in and out of my mouth. He pulled my gym shorts off leaving me naked. It didn't occur to me why I needed to be naked for sucking his dick. After a few minutes I thought he would shoot his load in my mouth. Instead he pulled his dick out and moved around beside me.

"I was lying there on my stomach. He ran his fingers up and down my crack. I guess I had been so preoccupied with his big dick in my mouth that it never dawned on me what he had in mind. Or maybe I was just dense. Anyway, before I could do anything he was on top of me. He's a lot bigger than I am. He was sliding his dick that I'd gotten all wet with my mouth up and down my ass crack. He reached up on the coffee table and grabbed a bottle of lube. He had had it there all the time and I hadn't noticed it. He said that since I had enjoyed sucking so much it was time to try something new. He poured some lube in his hand and started working his finger into me and twisting it around. He hit something inside my ass that suddenly shot like electricity through my dick. I must have started moaning 'cause he said something like, 'yeah now you're getting into it. I knew you would.' My dick started twitching and swelling more. I told him to get off. He said he intended to get off all right. I told him I'd tell Mom. He said it wouldn't do any good, that he'd already been telling her how he thought I might be gay and trying to come on to him. And that I might make up stories if he turned me down. I realized I was trapped. That he'd been planning this all along.

"He worked his lubed up finger around inside me and then worked a second one in. It hurt like hell. When I guess he thought he'd stretched me enough, he started working his dick into me. I was yelling for him to stop. He got it about half way in and started fucking. My ass felt like it was going to rip apart. Every few thrusts he'd work more in. By the time he came he had probably about seven inches [18 cm] of that fat thing in me. And I realized I had cum all over the floor. My dick was all sticky beneath me. He stayed on top of me with his dick in my butt and told me how good I was and how this would get easier. Then he pulled out and got up and walked out naked carrying his robe. I watched him with that big monster swinging in front of him and got hard again. I got up and limped to my room. And Terry, I jacked off. I came again just thinking about his dick. I felt so confused. I was still standing there with cum all over my dick and my hand when he walked in the room. He just looked at me and smiled and walked back out.

"I kinda steered clear of him the rest of the day. Then the next morning he came in my room and said he needed me to help him clean out the equipment lockers at school. I got up and got dressed and we rode over to school. This was right before the end of the year. Coach Woods was there too. I don't know if you know him. He's no taller than you but must weigh almost two hundred and something pounds of pure muscle. He was wearing tight gym shorts and a tank top that showed off every inch of that muscle. Anyway, we cleaned out the lockers. They said that they needed to clean up all the mats before storing them for the summer. The air conditioning wasn't on during the weekend so it was hot work. We had to drag all the mats down, sponge them off and then hang 'em back up.

"We'd done most of them when Joe suggested we take a break. Coach Woods brought some beers and we sat on the last few mats. I wasn't used to having beer and thought it was kind of cool to be drinking in the school gym with the coaches. By this time we'd all taken our shirts off and were sweaty as hell. I was admiring Coach Woods smooth veiny huge pecs and incredible biceps. He saw me looking at him and asked me what I thought of his body. I said I thought it was pretty good, that his workouts were really paying off. He asked me if I wanted to feel his chest. I was feeling just a little loosened up from the beer and so I reached over and ran my hand over his big chest and arms. He reached over and wiped some of the sweat off my chest, saying I was developing pretty well. His hand brushed over my nipples and I sort of shivered. My dick was getting hard and I was afraid it would show. Joe made some remark about the fact that I was developing well all over. I was kind of embarrassed by that.

"We had another round of beers and I was starting to feel kind of buzzed. Then Woods said for me to just lie back. I did and lay there in kind of a daze with my eyes closed while he ran his hands over my chest and stomach. I kind of half-way drifted off to sleep with my dick still hard in my jock strap. I could feel the stickiness of it leaking. Suddenly I felt my shoes being untied and taken off. And then my socks. I tried to sit up but felt kind of dizzy. One of them pushed me back down and said to just relax. Then I felt them taking my shorts and jock off. I tried to struggle but Woods held my shoulders down as Joe stripped me. I looked up at them and realized they were both naked. And Coach Woods' fat dick was right over my face. It's not that long, maybe seven inches [18 cm], but almost big around as a beer can. I could see that he was completely shaved. Even his crotch except one little square patch that was trimmed real short right above his dick.

"He climbed on top of me, pinning my shoulders down and started rubbing his dick against my mouth. He said 'Joe told me how much you like dick so go on little cocksucker, here's your reward'. I kept struggling but didn't stand a chance against him. I opened my mouth to yell and he plugged his dick right in my mouth. I tried to get away but he just started fucking my mouth. He said to Joe that I was really good at this.

"Joe was lifting up my legs and fingering my ass. He had two fingers in there, twisting and poking. He worked a third in and if I could have screamed I would have. Then he pulled them out and started working his dick in. The day before he had gone kinda slow but this time he just pounded me. I thought I'd die from that big post of his filling up my ass. Coach Woods reached down and twisted my nipples. Nobody had ever done that before and it turned me on even though it hurt too. He said something like 'boy is this kid turned on by cock'. I realized my dick was hard and dripping on my stomach. Joe reached down and started stroking it while he fucked me. Pretty soon I was ready to shoot. He stopped jerking me and sped up his fucking and Coach Woods started pounding my mouth even harder. The two of them were panting like crazy and almost at the same time shot their loads. I had a mouth full of cum and an ass full too. And I shot my load all over myself.

"We lay there for a few minutes and Joe said something like 'see I told you he was hot for this.' Woods said yeah but he wanted a shot at that other end. Joe said he thought I might be up for it. They dragged me to my feet and into the showers. They tied my hands to the showerhead and turned it on. The water felt great but I could feel them behind me, fingering my ass. My dick started getting hard again. Coach Woods commented how much I seemed to get turned on by getting my ass played with. Then he kicked my feet apart and started rubbing his fat cock against my crack. He started pushing it in me. I yelled for him to stop but he reached around me and started stroking my cock, feeling how hard it was and spreading my lube all over it. He said 'your dick doesn't want me to stop.' And so he fucked me til he shot another load in my ass. Joe stood there watching, stroking his big dick. By the time Woods finished, Joe was ready to go again and he fucked me again. Then they untied my hands and made me jack off. I shot a huge load all over the place while they watched. Coach Woods said that he was glad to know he could count on me to help him out and that I enjoyed it so much. We finished cleaning up the last couple of mats, still naked. Then we got dressed and left.

"The next day, Monday, it was back to the morning shower routine. Only now Joe would fuck me in the shower. And then he made me jack off to show how much I liked it. He'd always say 'aren't you glad you get to have this big dick? Well, you're gonna get it as much as you need.' And at school, Coach Woods kept me late after gym class and made me come to his office. He told me to strip while he sat there at his desk watching so he could 'see how I was developing'. When I was naked he came around the desk and started pinching my nipples and shit. I'd get hard immediately. Then he bent me over the desk and fucked me. And he'd tell me how good I was at it. So I was getting fucked twice a day. And at night, I'd find myself lying in bed thinking about it and would jack off again with my finger in my ass.

"The next weekend, school was over and I had just turned fifteen. Joe brought me up here to your uncle's cabin. He and Chris and Coach Woods were there, along with a couple of other guys. Joe said they had something special planned for my birthday. So that evening after dinner, they stripped me down and tied me to a table. Woods climbed up and stuck his ass in my face and told me to lick it. And I could feel them rubbing something all over my armpits and crotch. Then they shaved me. They lifted up my legs and shaved my ass. Then they took turns fucking me. Joe said it was my birthday present. Each time one of them plowed me they'd jerk me off til I came. I must have gotten fucked twenty times that weekend. And they made me come even more than that. But you'll probably find out about all that this weekend."

Pete finished his story and lay there watching my reaction. I was feeling really uncomfortable from the water in my ass but my dick was dripping and hard. I could see Pete was in the same state. I reached down to stroke my dick. Pete's eyes followed my hand as it worked up and down my cock.

"Terry, would you jack me off? I don't think I can stand it much longer." I hesitated. I wasn't sure I really wanted to do that. He begged me, "Come on, man, you're hands are free and I feel like I'm gonna explode.

I felt embarrassed but it seemed only fair since my hands were free and his weren't. So I reached over and took hold of his throbbing dick. With my other hand, I continued to jack myself off, working both dicks in the same rhythm. I could feel the cum building in my balls and could tell that Pete was close to the edge as well.

The door opened. I quickly let go of both my dick and Pete's as the doctor, my uncle and Coach Nelson walked back into the room. My dick was ready to explode.

The doctor came over and examined the enemas. They had both finished and we both lay there, our stomachs swollen from the water inside us and our dicks throbbing from the pressure. He came over to me first and slowly twisted the enema tube out of my ass. Then he released my feet from the stirrups. Then he did the same to Pete.

"All right Terry, there are two bathrooms, one over there and one in the other room. You go in there and empty yourself and then come over to the other bathroom. There's a large shower in there where the two of you can get washed up."

Carefully I stood up from the table. I felt them all watching me as I walked naked, my hard dick swaying in front of me, and headed for the bathroom. As soon as I was inside, I rushed to the toilet. It was marvelous to feel the release of all that water. After recovering for a minute, I got up and headed for the other bathroom. In spite of the release of the enema, my dick was still hard. The doctor told me to go on in. He and the others waited in the examination room.

When I entered, Pete was just turning on the shower. It was a large shower stall and the two of us got in and started washing off. I looked at Pete's naked body and shaved crotch. He was looking me over as well. We were both still hard and it didn't take long before we were both stroking ourselves. Pete reached over, took my dick in his hand, and started to stroke it.

"I guess I owe you this, man. Thanks for trying to help me out before." With his other hand he was rubbing soap over my smooth chest and stomach. He rubbed my hairless crotch and balls.

"Th-that's OK," I said, getting more and more excited. I reached over, took his dick, and started rubbing it as well. I started feeling his freshly shaved body as well. His skin felt silky and warm to my touch.

"Oh, man that feels good," Pete moaned. Releasing my dick, he dropped to his knees and took my cock in his mouth. I thought I'd blow right away. His mouth felt fantastic on my dick and within a minute or so I was ready to shoot. He was stroking his dick intermittently as he sucked me.

"Oh, God Pete, I'm gonna blow, man!" I tried to pull out of his mouth but he held my hips and let me blow my load in his mouth. I pumped shot after shot of jizz and he swallowed it all.

Pete slowly stood up, still stroking. I looked at him, still shaking from the orgasm I'd just had and made a decision. I reached over and pushed his hand away from his dick. Then I dropped to my knees and studied his cock for a second. Precum shone on the head as it twitched in front of me. Then I opened my mouth and took his eight and a half inches [21 cm] in. I ran my tongue around the underside as it slid in and out of my lips. In minutes, Pete too shot his load, filling my mouth with cum. I tried the best I could to swallow it all but it spilled down my chin as gush after gush of cum pumped out of Pete's dick.

Finally he stopped and fell to his knees panting in exhaustion. We were facing each other with the water pouring down on our heads. Simultaneously, we reached for one another and hugged each other close. Pete looked me right in the eye and kissed me hard on the lips. Our lips parted and I could taste my cum in his mouth mixing with the taste of his cum in mine. I could feel his dick and mine. It felt good and I didn't let myself think about anything else. I wasn't worrying about being gay or anything. I just felt good.

We stayed that way for several minutes until there was a knock at the door. It was my uncle telling us to hurry up. We turned off the shower and grabbed some towels to dry off. The doctor told us to leave the towels in the hamper in the bathroom. We came out of the bathroom naked and walked back into the exam room.

"All right you boys get dressed. We need to head on to the cabin," Uncle Chris said. Turning to the doctor, he thanked him and invited him over for a barbecue later. The doctor accepted.

Pete and I got dressed and followed the coach and Uncle Chris to the cars. As we got in, he and I looked at each other. I couldn't quite believe what I'd just done, but somehow the whole experience of this afternoon: the questions, the enema, watching Pete get shaved, Pete's story, not to mention our time in the shower, all were swimming in my head. As we pulled away with them following behind, I tried to sort out what had happened, what Pete had told me, and what I had in store for me at the cabin.

Chapter 10
Group Activities I

As we were looking around, another car pulled up. It was Coach Woods (I recognized him from Pete's description). He came up the steps to the deck, wearing gym shorts and no shirt. Pete had been right about his physique, he was built like a tank. I found myself studying his stocky smooth chest with its huge pecs and prominent nipples. His brown hair was cut in a buzz cut. He looked like a Marine drill instructor more than a high school coach.

"Hey, guys," he said, coming up to us on the deck. "Thanks for the invite."

"Glad you could make it, Gary," my uncle said, "I'd like you to meet my nephew, Terry. He'll be starting high school this year. He's staying with me for the year while his mom is in Europe."

"Glad to meet you, Terry," Coach Woods said, shaking my hand firmly. As he did he looked at me in a way that made me shiver inside. There was something about his look and the feel of that handshake that made my dick start to grow in my pants again. He held the look and the hand shake for a few more seconds. I made no move to pull away.

"And of course you know Pete" Coach Nelson said, breaking the moment. Coach Woods released my hand and turned to Pete. I let out a deep breath.

"I sure do," He turned and took Pete's hand. "How's it going boy, I haven't seen you in a week or so. I've missed our little discussions."

Pete blushed, "I've been kinda busy with the end of school and stuff." I could see that Woods had the same effect on Pete that he had on me.

"Well maybe we'll have some time to catch up this weekend," Woods said with a smile.

"Yeah, maybe," Pete said, blushing even more. He knew that I understood what these 'discussions' were about from what he'd told me earlier.

Uncle Chris spoke up, "Well, let me get everybody a beer and let's relax." He went inside and we all pulled up some chairs and sat out on the deck. It was a beautiful warm early evening with a nice breeze off the lake. The two coaches talked about school business and Pete and I sat there listening and watching them. Every so often I noticed Coach Woods looking at me, as if studying me. There was again something in that look that made my dick twitch in my pants. I shifted a bit in my seat as Uncle Chris returned with a six-pack of beer and a couple of soft drinks for Pete and me. When everyone had his drink, he sat down and joined us. Coach Woods looked at me again.

"So Terry, are you into any sports?"

"I, uh, I swim a lot and do some weight lifting. I was on the swim team at the Y this year."

"That's great, you look pretty well developed for your age. Maybe I can get you to try out for the wrestling team this year. You have the right build for it."

"Well, maybe. I've never wrestled before."

"I can teach you a few things if you'd like. And I'm sure that Pete could demonstrate a few holds for you." There was something in the way he was saying this that told me he had more than wrestling holds in mind. I could feel a wet spot in my shorts as a bit of precum leaked out of my dick.

"Yeah, well, that'd be cool, I guess."

As we spoke, another car arrived. Paul and Jeff got out and came up to the deck. The sight of them made me nervous. I could still feel the fucking they'd given me this morning. They shook hands with the coaches and Uncle Chris. They explained that Todd had other plans tonight and couldn't make it but might come up tomorrow morning.

Uncle Chris gave them both a beer and motioned them over to the chairs where we were all sitting. They sat down and opened their beers. Paul was still giving me that look, sort of a nasty leer. But it also made my dick get even more twitchy, working toward full hardness. I felt the wet spot in my shorts growing. The coaches were asking Paul how his first year of collegiate wrestling had gone.

My uncle said, "Gary was just asking Terry about wrestling this year."

"Yeah?" Paul said, "Well, that'd be good for him. Maybe he won't be so hot to fuck around with my sister if he has some other things on his mind." I blushed. "Of course he'll have to be able to keep that dick down while he's wrestling. I know how hot he gets about hot men's bodies too."

"Oh, really," Coach Woods said. "Terry, is that true?"

"Uh, no, uh 3;"

"Shit, man, he's hard now." Paul said, pointing to my crotch. "See the wet spot on his shorts? He's turned on just being around a bunch of jocks."

"Stand up Terry. I want to see if that's true. I mean if you're thinking of the wrestling team, I need to know if you're going to be throwing a hardon every time you get in a match," Woods said.

"Um, I don't think 3;" I stammered, embarrassed to have been caught with my dick hard.

"Go ahead Terry," my uncle ordered, "You weren't acting shy this morning when I caught you with Paul and Jeff and Todd."

I cringed. The coaches hadn't heard about that. Now they'd hear about my getting fucked by those three guys.

"What were they up to this morning?" Coach Woods asked, obviously interested.

Jeff spoke up, "We stopped over at Chris's this morning for a swim and Terry was out by the pool. We stripped down to our jocks to go swimming and you should have seen how hard this kid got. He really wanted our cocks. So we helped him out."

"Helped him out?"

"Yeah, man. You should have seen how bad he wanted to get his hands on our dicks. He was hard and dripping and everything. Paul told us how he and Joe and Chris had shaved him because of what he did with Paul's sister and how he'd gotten so worked up when Paul shaved his ass that he let Paul fuck him. So we helped him out. We all fucked him. You should have seen how he shot from having a big dick in his little cunt."

"So you get hot for dick, huh?" Woods asked, looking right at me, "Stand up and let's see."

I slowly stood up, trembling in embarrassment but also some excitement. My hard dick tented the front of my shorts and a wet spot two inches [5 cm] across was clearly visible. All of them were looking right at my crotch.

"For God's sake Terry," Uncle Chris said, "You're going to ruin your shorts. Since we've all seen that you can't control yourself, take them off. You're certainly not hiding anything."

"No, I don't want to," I said weakly, knowing that it wouldn't do any good.

"Go ahead. It's not like you're hiding that hard on. You've obviously been checking Gary out. I've been watching you staring at him since he got here. If you're going to be so shameless about cruising men, you don't need to play like you're so modest. Now strip.

"No, I just was 3;" I tried to think of some explanation but nothing came to mind.

"Terry, don't be difficult, I would have thought you'd learned your lesson by now. Now get those clothes off."

"Everything?"

"Completely! Now! I'm not going to do your laundry just because you leak all over your shorts. And you may as well take the rest of it off. Most of us have seen you naked before. It's not like you're some sort of virgin."

My hands were shaking as I took off my tee shirt and laid it on the chair. Then I removed my shoes and socks. I took a deep breath and unbuttoned my shorts and stepped out of them. I stood for a few seconds in my underwear, my hard dick pushing the front of them out and creating a wet area that covered most of the front of them. Then I slowly pushed them down and stepped out of them, putting them with my other clothes. I stood there naked in front of them, my hard cock sticking out in front of me. The head was shining with wetness. A gooey splotch shone on my stomach where my dick had been rubbing against it.

"See, that's just how he was this morning," Jeff said, "All hard and staring at us in our jocks."

"Yeah, and look at how he gets off on everybody seein' him naked," Paul sneered.

Coach Woods stood up and walked over to me. He ran his hand over my chest, pausing to lightly pinch my nipples. I was trembling. Then he continued down my stomach running his hand over my smooth crotch.

"You've got a good body Terry. And shaving your crotch shows your dick off well." He ran his finger along the top of my dick and around the head, rubbing my lube over it. He reached down and cupped my balls in his other hand. I shook as he gripped my dick and slowly worked it up and down.

"So you've been getting turned on by watching me. You want to touch me. Go ahead, if you want it that much. Touch my chest."

I hesitated but then reached up and felt his big pecs. My hands ran over his hard nipples.

"That's good Terry. I can feel your cock growing. You like the feel of my body, don't you? Lick my nipple."

Part of me wanted to do as he said yet I was still embarrassed to be doing this.

"Go ahead. You know you want to."

He put his hand on the back of my head and pulled me toward his chest. I leaned forward and stuck out my tongue and ran it over his left nipple. It was hard and stuck out over a quarter of an inch [5 mm]. My dick was dripping precum all over as he continued to pump it very slowly. I could feel the drops on my bare foot, running down between my toes. I was too turned on to resist now.

"Good. You're a juicy one, aren't you? Now suck on my tit, Terry. I want to feel your mouth on it."

I slowly started to take his nipple between my lips and suck it. With my hand, I was feeling the other one, squeezing it lightly between my fingers.

"Now the other one. That's good. You do that well, Terry. Very good. You're really turned on aren't you? You want to feel more don't you? I want you to run your tongue down my stomach. Nice and slow."

As his hand pressed my head forward, I left his nipple and ran my tongue down the center of his chest and down his hard stomach. He had released my dick as I crouched down in front of him. My hands gripped his sides to keep my balance. I could feel the fat bulge of his cock in his shorts against my chest. My tongue ran around his navel feeling the slight roughness of shaved hair around it. My cock, twitching freely now dripped goo on his running shoes.

Jeff said, "Man, look how he's leakin'. He's really queer for your pecs Coach."

"You're really hot for this, aren't you, boy? Take off my shoes Terry. And lick your lube off of them."

He put his hand on my shoulder and pushed me down. I had no will to resist. It was like I was in a trance. I dropped to my knees and untied his shoes. I lifted his left foot and pulled his shoe off. He wasn't wearing socks and his foot and the shoe smelled of sweat.

"Lick that shoe clean, Terry."

I lifted the shoe to my mouth and licked the precum off the top. I did the same with his right shoe.

"That's good. Now rub your dick on the tops of my feet. Get them wet with your lube. Then lick it off."

I lifted his left foot to my crotch and taking my dick in my other hand, rubbed it along the top of his sweaty foot. Then I bent down and licked it from the toes to the ankle. I then started to give his right foot the same treatment. He wouldn't let me lift it.

"No, don't lift my foot. If you want it, get down and rub your dick on it. Lie down and rub your drippy cock on my foot. Show me how much you want it."

I hesitated. I didn't want to be crawling on the ground in front of all of them. But he placed his left foot on my butt and started pushing me down. I fell on my hands and knees lowering myself until I was lying on top of his foot, rubbing my gooey dick on it. He still had his other foot on my ass, rubbing his toe in my crack. I tried not to think of how I must look to the others, lying on the deck, grinding my hard dick on the coach's foot. I was aware that all the others were watching me. Jeff and Paul both had their dicks out, stroking as they watched me service the coach. My uncle and Coach Nelson were doing the same. Pete was rubbing his dick through his shorts.

"Yes, you like that, don't you? You're gonna cum on my foot aren't you? You are a little slut aren't you? You like having us watch you get off, naked and rolling on the ground." As he spoke he started working his toe against my hole.

My balls tightened. I kept rubbing, dripping more lube on his foot. I was moaning and grunting, groveling on the floor in front of them. Suddenly I couldn't hold back. I shot a load of cum all over his foot and the deck. I lay there shaking and shooting, moaning loudly.

Coach Woods nudged me off his foot, rolling me over. My dick and stomach were covered with cum. He rubbed his foot against my still spasming dick. I felt humiliated yet his attentions were still exciting me.

"Well, you did like that. Now lick it off."

I pulled myself up and crouching over, I licked the cum and lube off his foot.

"OK Terry, I can see you're still up for more. I don't want to disappoint you. Pull down my shorts. Take them off me."

"Please, I don't 3;," I tried to say that I didn't want to do this, even though part of me did. My dick still throbbed.

"You don't have to beg, Terry. We can all see how horny you are. Like Jeff said, we just want to help you out. So pull off my shorts. I'll let you."

I reached up and grabbed the waistband of his gym shorts and pulled them down his muscular legs. Once again I lifted his feet to take them off him. I looked up at him. He stood above me in his jock strap. The bulge in the pouch loomed over my head. Cum still dripped from my dick, which refused to go down.

"You like what you see don't you Terry? Just like you liked seeing those boys in their jocks this morning. Show me how much you like it. Kiss my jock."

I pushed myself up on my knees until his packed jock was right in front of my face. I could see the outline of his fat cock inside. I leaned forward and lightly kissed it. He reached down and grabbed the back of my head, pushing my face against his sweaty jock. My nose was filled with the musky odor of his crotch.

"Now lick it."

I stuck out my tongue and licked the rough material. I kept licking until the pouch was wet with my saliva. He held onto my head, keeping my mouth tightly against his jock.

"That's good Terry. Now I'm going to let you have a taste of the other side." Releasing my head, he turned around so that his big round butt was in front of my face. The cheeks were smooth and streaked with sweat. "Lick the sweat off those cheeks, Terry."

Slowly I leaned forward and began to run my tongue over his asscheeks. His sweat was salty in my mouth. I gripped his hips to balance myself.

"That's it, kid, clean those big melons. Now I'm gonna let you get the crack too." He bent over, spreading his legs. His asscrack was as smooth as the rest of him. His hole was pink and clean in front of me. "Lick it boy. Lick the sweat out of my crack."

Reluctantly, I did as I was told, leaning forward and tentatively licking his crack. He reached back and grabbed my head and pushed my nose right into it. I licked more, moving down until my tongue slid across his hole. He pushed my face hard against it.

"Oh, yeah, that's it, lick that hole boy. Run your tongue around it good."

I continued licking for several more minutes, feeling his hole pucker as I ran my tongue over it, soaking it with my saliva.

Then he stood up and turned back around. As he did I saw that my uncle and Coach Nelson were now naked, stroking their dicks as they watched me. Paul and Jeff were down to their jocks with their dicks and balls out the side of the pouch, jacking steadily. Only Pete still had his clothes on but had his dick out as well, slowly rubbing it.

"Pull down my jock Terry. It's time for you to meet my dick. That's what you've wanted haven't you? Haven't you wanted to see my cock?"

I was too far gone to deny it, but I just nodded in response.

He grabbed my hair, "Say it, boy."

"I 3;want to 3; see 3; your dick." I said, haltingly, ashamed of myself.

I pulled the strap down and his dick flopped out hitting me right in the face. It was as fat as Pete had told me, with just a small square of pubes trimmed to a stubble above it. His silky smooth balls were large and tight to his body. I pulled the strap off his feet and knelt there with his dick an inch [2½ cm] from my mouth. Without thinking, I licked my lips.

"Can't wait, can you? You've been wanting that cock in your mouth since I got here. Now suck it."

My face burned with embarrassment, as I thought of the five of them watching me, naked on my knees, following his orders, my dick spasming in excitement. But it was too late now. I opened my mouth and took in his cock. My lips were stretched wide as they could be, trying to accommodate that wide head. He grabbed the back of my head and roughly shoved his dick into my mouth. He began pumping in and out of my mouth.

"Damn, kid, you're good at this."

"See I told you he loved cock," Paul said as he sat stroking his cock, watching the coach fuck my mouth. "I want him next, so hurry up. I don't want to blow before he gets a chance at mine."

"Don't worry, we'll take turns. Terry, I want you to go around the deck and give everybody a sample of what you can do."

I trembled as he pulled me off his cock. He pulled me around, still on my knees to see Paul and Jeff taking their jocks off. Their dicks stood up hard as they sat stroking them. He gave me a shove with his foot and I inched toward them on my knees until I was in front of Jeff. I stared at his big cock, remembering what it had felt like in my ass this morning.

"Don't just look at it, kid, suck it."

I took Jeff's dick in my mouth. It wasn't as thick as the coach's but much longer. He started pumping it in and out of my mouth. Paul watched closely, anxious for me to get to his.

"Come on, cocksucker, it's my turn."

I pulled my mouth off Jeff's dick and turned to Paul. He roughly grabbed my head and pulled me down to his cock, sticking it in my mouth. I gagged as his dick hit my throat. My uncle and the two coaches watched, stroking their dicks.

"Why don't we let Terry concentrate on our two guests. Pete, you can lick our dicks while Terry works on theirs."

I saw Pete redden as Woods said this.

"Damn, you mean he sucks dick too?" exclaimed Jeff, looking at Pete and squeezing his big dick.

"Oh, yeah," said Coach Nelson. "He's a real pro at it. Come here, Pete, show our guests what you can do. And go ahead and get out of those clothes."

Pete slowly got up, his dick sticking out of his pants, and began to strip. When he was naked, he walked over to my uncle and got down on his knees in front of him and took his dick in his hand. He started to slowly pump it. Then he leaned toward his crotch and took his dick in his mouth. After a few minutes he switched to his stepfather, then to Coach Woods. Meanwhile, I was alternating between Paul and Jeff.

"Shit, he's good! Oh, man that feels good." Paul moaned as I worked on his cock. "Todd was right. He sucks dick better than any girl I've had. I want to try the other kid too. Let's see if he's as good."

"Pete, go over and help our guests," my uncle said. "Terry, you stand up and come over here."

Pete came over and took Paul's dick while I went over to the others.

Coach Woods came up to me. He grabbed my nipples and twisted hard. I fell to my knees, gasping. He pulled me back up and turned me around so that he was behind me, still gripping my nipples and grinding his dick against my ass. My dick and stomach were still covered with cum.

"You're a hot boy, Terry," he whispered in my ear, "You're really hot for dick, aren't you? Tell me you're hot for dick." He twisted my nipples hard.

"I-I-I'm hot 3; for 3; dick." What good was denying it? My cock was throbbing, aching in spite of having already cum.

"And you're turned on by feeling my dick against your butt, aren't you?"

"You want it in you, don't you?"

"I-I-I 3;" His dick was pushing against my hole.

"Say it Terry. You want me to fuck you."

"No 3; I 3;"

"Yes you do. I can feel your ass twitching. You want my dick inside you, pumping my cum in you, opening up your ass. Now say it."

"Please 3;"

"Say it!"

I was too far to turn back.

"I 3; want you to 3; fuck me," I whispered.

"That's what I figured."

With that, he started to lower me to the deck. When I was lying on my stomach he pushed my legs apart and began to push the thick head of his cock into my ass. I yelled, as he pumped more and more of it into me. My ass had been stretched enough over the last two days that he soon had it all in me. He started to fuck hard, pounding his dick into me. My cock rubbed against the deck and I gasped as suddenly I shot again.

"Yeah, I knew you'd like this boy," he whispered in my ear as he continued to pump ever faster in my ass. I felt his dick swell more in me and he shot a load of cum in me. He lay there on top of me panting. I looked over and saw that Jeff was fucking Pete over one of the lounge chairs. Paul had his dick in Pete's mouth, pumping hard.

Coach Woods got off of me, his dick pulling out of my ass with a pop. He and my uncle pulled me to my feet. My dick was still half hard and covered with cum. A big strand of it hung from the head.

"See, Terry, I told you you'd have a good time," my uncle said. "You haven't even been here an hour and you've cum twice. And I know you're hot for more aren't you?"

"I-I 3;," I tried to say no but I was too dazed to speak as Uncle Chris pushed me over the patio table. He spread my legs and fingered my hole, wet with Coach Woods's cum. Then he started to push his dick in me. Lubed and stretched as I was, his big cock slid in before I knew it. He held on to my hips as he pumped my ass hard.

"You've loosened up some since yesterday, Terry, but you're still nice and tight." He started fucking hard, pounding his big dick in and out of me. It seemed to go deeper than ever into me with each thrust. My dick was hard all over again. He pulled out and pushed all the way back in. I moaned in a combination of pain and horniness as he fucked me hard.

"Yeah, you do want it, don't you, Terry. You were made for dick, right."

I could tell by the way he was panting that he was about to cum. I felt his load shoot into me hot and hard, filling my guts with his juice. He lay on top of me, the sweaty hair on his chest rubbing on my back.

"Don't worry Terry. There's more," he whispered in my ear. He pulled out of my ass and stepped away. I started to push myself up when I felt someone else step behind me and push me back down on the table.

It was Coach Nelson. His gigantic dick was rubbing in the cum that was dripping out of my ass. "Didn't want you to think I'd forgotten you. Pete's gotten my cock all nice and wet for you."

I groaned as he pushed his dick in my stretched out hole, starting immediately to fuck hard and fast. He reached down and pushed my legs further apart until they no longer touched the ground. He pulled my feet up so that I was now lying flat on my stomach on the table, his dick pistoning in and out over and over again. My dick hung off the edge of the table, swinging wildly, throwing bits of cum and lube in all directions. I could hear Pete moaning as Paul and Jeff continued fucking him. All nine and a half inches [24 cm] of Coach Nelson's cock were sinking into me each time he thrust forward. I could feel him swelling toward climax. He shot another hot load in me mingling with the two that were already swimming in my ass. I felt him pull out and could feel the cum dripping out of me, coating my balls.

I pushed up off the table to see Paul furiously fucking Pete's butt over on the lounge chair. Coach Woods had his dick in Pete's mouth, pumping away at him. I saw them both getting ready to cum as I felt a hand on my shoulder. It was Jeff.

"You know I already fucked your buddy there, but man, this scene has me hot to go again. So spread 'em kid. I still got enough for you. And don't worry, I don't mind sloppy fourths." With that he pushed me on my back onto the table and lifted my legs, spreading them wide. His dick sank right into my open asshole.

"Ah, man! Juicy as a pussy!" he shouted as he pumped his dick into my gooey hole. "You got one hot cunt, boy!"

I heard Paul cry out as he shot his load in Pete. Moments later, Jeff added his jizz to the collection in my ass. I turned toward Pete in time to see Coach Woods shoot his load in Pete's mouth.

I got down off the table and stood there, my dick still hard in front of me. Pete slowly stood up and I could see he was in the same condition.

"You boys just don't quit do you?" my uncle said. "Alright, jack each other off or we'll never get dinner on the table."

Pete walked over to me and took my slick dick in his hand. I reached down and did the same for his. We faced each other as we stroked our dicks, knowing that all eyes were on us. I felt my load build as I felt his dick swell in my hand. He shot his load all over me and moments later I did the same to him. I could see my cum dripping down his smooth stomach. And I could feel the heat of his cum dripping down mine. We stood there still holding each other's dicks.

"OK, you two go in and clean yourselves up. We'll get dinner ready," my uncle said.

Pete and I headed inside to the shower, knowing that the weekend had just begun.

Chapter 11
Hit The Showers

As we entered the bathroom, still naked from our fuck session up on the deck, Pete turned to me.

"Are you OK, Terry?"

"I don't know. I'm really confused about all this."

"Look, I know how you feel, I felt the same way last year when this started for me. And I still feel uncomfortable with some of the stuff Joe and the others do. Like this afternoon, I was embarrassed for them to shave me in front of you. But I know I get turned on. And that I do really enjoy the sex. I can tell you do too. You just don't want to admit it yet."

"But it's not fair. They manipulated me."

"I know, man. But if you look at it closely, that's part of what gets you hard isn't it? That feeling of being controlled, of being overpowered. I don't know. I just know I get my rocks off and that I get harder and hotter than I ever have with any girl."

Tears formed in my eyes. What Pete said was true. I had come three times in the past hour. My dick still tingled from the thought of all that had happened. My ass, sore and dripping, still throbbed in a way that sort of excited me. Maybe he was right. I'd never felt that way around Linda. I'd never gotten as turned on with her as when my uncle had spanked me. Or more recently, when he had fucked me.

Pete turned on the shower. He took my hand and led me in. The warm water cascading over me felt relaxing and soothing. Pete rubbed my body with soap, washing the cum and sweat off of me. He put his arms around me and rubbed my back and my butt, cleaning them as he caressed them. I put my arms around him too. Somehow it felt so good to hold him. I didn't understand that either. After all that had happened, why would I want to hold another guy? Why was my dick hard again from his touch?

"You'll see, Terry. It'll be OK. Just relax."

It was easy to think about relaxing with Pete rubbing me gently all over. But part of me still wanted to resist.

He dropped to his knees and massaged my crotch with soap. Rinsing me off, he ran his tongue over my hard dick, caressing my balls with his hand. I moaned with pleasure. His mouth felt so great on my dick.

"Well, isn't this sweet. Looks like you two are still ready to go."

I spun around to see Jeff and Paul standing in the door. They were still naked from the orgy on the deck and were looking us over as Pete sucked my dick.

"See, Terry just can't get enough," Paul said, "He's always hot for a little more action."

"Sure looks that way," Jeff agreed, "Well we shouldn't keep him waiting. Since he's getting a good blow job, I'm sure he wants to be giving one too."

Jeff stepped into the shower with Paul following close behind. Pete still had his mouth on my dick, watching as the two older guys moved in around us.

"That's OK go ahead and suck him. I guess he likes getting blown as much as the next guy," Paul said to Pete, "And I know how mush he loves to give it. So chow down little cocksucker."

He pulled my head down to his cock. Before I could protest he had his dick in my mouth. I could taste the cum and sweat from his earlier fucking of Pete. Jeff moved around behind me and ran his hand over my ass. Pete continued to suck my dick.

"You should see how wide open his ass is, Paul," Jeff said, spreading my cheeks apart. He ran a finger along my crack and around my sore hole. "That is one well fucked pussy. I've only seen one other kid before who liked to take it like Terry here does. He loved getting fucked in the shower. Looks like you do too kid."

"Well you know how he loves to give it out. Who the hell knows what's been in there."

"Yeah I better clean it out before I fuck him again." He grabbed a new bar of soap from the soap dish and started rubbing it against my hole. Then I felt him push with the soap. I tried to cry out but Paul's dick filled my mouth. Jeff twisted the soap until it started pushing into my ass. The blunt bar stretched my already stretched ass. He kept twisting and pushing until it was all the way in. I felt my asslips close around the soap as he shoved it deeper. I groaned. Pete was sucking the precum out of my dick as the soap rubbed inside me.

"Ok, Terry, give the soap back." Jeff ordered, slapping my butt hard. I pushed out and it started emerging from my ass. Jeff grabbed it and twisted as he slowly pulled it out.

"Well, now that you're all clean I guess you're ready again. The other little cocksucker seems happy so you must be enjoying this. So here it comes, kid." He started pushing his dick into me again. In no time, all nine inches [23 cm] sank into me. There was nothing I could do to protest.

"Man, he's still got a sweet pussy, even as much as it's been fucked today. Nice and tight. I can feel him milking my dick."

"Yeah, I want to try him again too. I didn't get a crack at him outside. I want to compare his butt to his little friend's here. That little pussy is still fresh in my mind. But I think I want it to be even fresher."

He started to pull Pete up off his knees, leaving him bent over with my dick still in his mouth. He started rubbing his dick up and down the crack of Pete's ass. Then he started to push it in. Soon it disappeared into Pete's ass. I felt Pete groan around my dick.

"Yeah, suck off your little friend there while I fuck your ass," Paul told Pete. "See how much he cums from Jeff fucking him. We all know how much he loves a dick in his little pussy."

Jeff continued to fuck my butt harder and faster. His thrusts shoved my dick in and out of Pete's mouth. My ass ached but the feeling of Pete's sucking made me forget how much it hurt. I felt Jeff's dick swell inside me and start to shoot. Moments later, I shot in Pete's mouth. Paul pulled out of Pete's ass and came around behind me. He shoved his thick dick into me and started to fuck.

"Well, aren't you gonna help your friend out there?" Jeff asked as he stood next to Paul, watching him pound my ass. "Suck him off like he did you."

Paul pushed me down and I took Pete's dick in my mouth. I reached down and rubbed his smooth balls as I worked his cock. I could feel Paul pounding me harder, panting toward climax. He shot another load into my sore butt. Almost immediately, Pete shot his load in my mouth.

Paul pulled out of me and rinsed off. Pete and I started to finish up our shower. Jeff had other ideas.

"On your knees, you two. There's one more thing we can do to help you out."

I didn't know what he had in mind but Pete and I sank to our knees in front of them. Suddenly I felt a warm stream of liquid pouring down my chest. I realized that Jeff was pissing on me. Almost at the same time Paul started doing the same to Pete. There was hot piss in our hair and running down our faces. It seemed like they peed forever. They pissed all down the front of us, on our crotches and down our legs. My dick tingled with the heat of the piss dribbling down it.

When they were finally finished, they got out and started drying off. "OK, you two," Jeff ordered, "Get your asses clean and get upstairs. It's almost time for dinner."

Pete and I knelt there in the shower, the water cascading down on us, washing the piss, sweat and cum from our bodies. We finished washing up and got out. We dried each other off, Pete rubbing me all over and me rubbing him. We realized that our clothes were still up on the deck so we headed out of the bathroom naked and back out to the deck to find our clothes.

When we got out on the deck, the others had dressed in shorts and tee shirts. I looked for my clothes where I'd dropped them when my uncle had told me to strip, but they weren't there. Neither were Pete's. I went over to ask my uncle where they were.

"Oh, since the two of you are so out of control with leaking all over your clothes, I threw them in the wash. But I found some old underwear that you can wear in the meantime. It's on the chair over there."

I blushed at the thought of just being in my underwear but knew that there wasn't much alternative. Pete and I walked over to the chair and found two pairs of white briefs. When Uncle Chris had said they were old he wasn't kidding. Too small for either of us, the waistbands were worn and ragged. There were holes in various places. It wasn't much better than being naked. But we put them on. They were small on both of us, and my dick and balls were tightly packed in, prominently displayed in the front. Pete's were even tighter on him and one of his balls kept poking through one of the holes. I was embarrassed but it was better than being naked.

We got our burgers and everything, went down to the bottom of the steps, and sat down on the steps to eat. Pete seemed to be less bothered about our clothes than I was.

"I didn't expect us to get them back. And you can bet that we won't be keeping these for the rest of the weekend either," he said, indicating our torn briefs. "Remember, I've been here before."

"What are they gonna do with us?" I asked. I had a pretty good idea that I was going to get fucked some more and suck some more dicks, but it seemed like something new was always coming up. I wanted to be prepared.

"It's a game, Terry. Play along and you can have some fun with it. Try to resist and the same thing will happen but you won't enjoy it as much. Admit to yourself that you like the sex. And I know you do. I saw how hard you got. And that was quite a load you fed me down in the shower."

I had to admit he had a point. I just hadn't sorted all that out yet. "I guess so."

"And I know how Coach Woods's body turned you on. Come on, admit it." You started getting hard the moment you saw him, didn't you?"

"Well, I 3;" I hesitated in answering even though I knew he was right.

"I even know that the roughness of the game turns you on. It does, doesn't it?"

Pete was confronting me with things I wasn't sure I was ready to answer. And yet as he said them, I realized the truth in what he said.

"You know what I heard your uncle say? That he had known for a while that you'd get turned on by this. That he'd never have tried it if he didn't think you would. He said that every time he spanked you he thought you were going to cum all over him. Is that true?"

"Yeah, I guess so. I do get hard when he spanks me."

"Does he make you strip?"

"Yeah."

"When was the first time he did that?"

"Last year, right after my thirteenth birthday. He had spanked me before. He'd always do it right before bed. Make me go get my pajamas on and come back down the basement and lean over his lap. Then he'd pull my pajama bottoms down and spank me.

"Did you get hard then?"

"Yeah. I guess I always have. Anyway last summer, I was staying there for the weekend and he had gone out for the evening. So I swiped a beer out of the fridge. I didn't think he'd miss it. Well he got home earlier than I'd thought and there I was on the couch with the beer can in fron of me. He was really pissed. He told me to go up and put my pajama bottoms on. Just the bottoms. I thought it was because it was kind of hot out. So I went up and stripped down and put on my pajama bottoms. Then I went down the basement for my punishment. When I got there he was sitting on the bench as usual waiting for me in his boxer shorts. He told me to come over to him. I did. He reached up and pulled open the snaps on my pajamas and they fell off on the floor. He told me to step out of them. I guess I was about half-hard. He said something like 'so you're looking forward to this' and pulled me over his lap. My dick got all the way hard. He started spanking me and I stayed hard. My dick started dripping and stuff. I could feel it rubbing against his hairy leg. I hoped I wasn't getting any on him. When he was done, he pushed me up off his lap. My dick was standing straight out and was all drippy at the end. He just looked at it and sort of smiled. He told me to pick up my pajamas and go up to bed. I walked up stairs naked and when I got to my room it took me about thirty seconds to jack off. I shot all over the place. After that, he always made me strip when he spanked me. And a couple of times he did it in front of your stepdad, Coach Nelson. And I always got hard and would shoot off when I got back to my room."

"So you see what he meant. You did get off on being ordered to strip. On being punished. Don't be embarrassed, Terry. I'm the same. I get hard and turned on from Joe ordering me to suck his dick. He knows it. He told me once that if he didn't know I'd like it, he'd have never laid a hand on me."

"Yeah, but still 3; I don't want to be queer."

"You get turned on by men, right?"

"Well, I guess. I seem to."

"Nobody can make you something you're not. You said you fooled around with Linda. When you two were doin' it, did you get as excited as when Gary Woods was getting you to suck his dick?"

I thought for a minute. I remembered playing with Linda's tits and having her feel my dick down my pants. Then I thought about being naked on my knees in front of Coach Woods, his fat cock in my mouth. Or in the shower with Uncle Chris and Coach Nelson. Or this morning by the pool with Paul and the others. Even the experience of getting shaved had been really hot. I remembered how turned on and hard I was. The experience with Linda had been fun and hot, but nothing like that. Those experiences had been, well, electric. I turned beet red at the thought of how tuned on I'd gotten from the sex with these guys. "I guess I see your point. I just wish Paul and the others weren't so nasty about it."

"Well you know, Joe and Gary told me last year that when someone takes advantage of you, you can turn the tables if you're getting off on it as much or more than they are. In a way, you're using them too. Think of that the next time Paul pulls his dick out for you. He's doin' you a favor. And the dumb shit doesn't even know it."

I had to smile at that. "I don't know. He and Jeff are kind of crummy about it."

"Let me tell you something about Jeff. Jeff's just putting on a show for Paul. This isn't the first time he's done this. He was acting all surprised that I sucked dick. Well, dude, he had his dick in my mouth several times last summer. And he talked about some other guy named Tim he'd done before me. Same thing is true of Todd. He's done this a few times before too. And Todd, well, I've seen him actually chow down on a few dicks himself. Including Jeff's. They can be rough but not nasty when Paul's not around. But ya know, we might be able to do something about that."

"What do you mean?"

"Never mind, just let me talk to Chris, Gary and Joe. In the meantime, try to let go a bit. I tell ya what. Try to enjoy the evening and tonight in bed, I'll give you the best, slowest blowjob you ever had. I'll lick your balls and your ass, I'll massage your body all over. I'll even let you fuck me if you want. How's that sound?"

It sounded pretty good actually. My dick sprang to attention as he was talking. And the idea of being in bed with Pete sounded really nice. My dick was making a big wet spot on the front of the torn briefs I had on. Pete saw it and, putting down his plate, reached over and squeezed my dick through my briefs.

"See," he said, smiling at me as he worked my hard dick, "you do get off on this when you're not worrying about being queer. Just be who you are, Terry. Then you'll be fine." He leaned over and kissed me on the cheek. I blushed.

"Thanks, man," I said, reaching over and squeezing him back. His dick was as hard as mine. The front of his shorts was slick with ooze. I rubbed it around the head of his dick through the material. "You're right I guess. I have to admit that being the center of attention is kind of a turn on. And that I am turned on by their dicks. And by sucking them and getting fucked. I guess that does make me queer. But maybe that's not the worst thing in the world."

"Try the word 'gay' instead. And no, it's far from the worst thing. Actually, I've kind of figured it's just part of who I am and, most of the time I kinda like myself a lot."

I thought about what he said. I guess it made sense. Anyhow, I felt a lot better about things and Pete's hand was making me feel even better.

"So what are we gonna do? They're gonna want to do more tonight aren't they?"

"Oh, you bet. But I have an idea that will give them what they want and we can have a good time with it too."

He leaned over and whispered in my ear, telling me what he planned. At first, I didn't get it, but then I started to see where he was going with this. I started to laugh. He was right: this could be fun.

Chapter 12
Group Activities II

"Well, look at that," Paul commented. "The two pussy boys can't keep their hands off each other. We caught 'em foolin' around in the shower earlier. So we helped 'em have a little fun. Looks like it wasn't enough. Besides I fell like fuckin' 'em again."

Uncle Chris looked at us and said, "Is that true, Terry? Were the two of you playing with each other down there?"

"Well, yeah, I guess so." I saw Pete go over and whisper something to Coach Nelson. He looked at Pete for a second then laughed and nodded. Pete came back over to join me.

Coach Nelson said, "Maybe the two of you would like to show us what you can do."

"Oh man," Pete said, "don't make us do that."

"You were all right with doing it downstairs, you can do it here. Or maybe something a little more interesting. How about a little wrestling match? You can teach Terry a few moves. I think that would be entertaining."

"Maybe we could all teach him a few moves." Paul chimed in. I could tell he'd had a few beers. He was sounding a little loud and laughing a little too much. He kind of stumbled a little as he got up and headed into the bathroom.

Coach Nelson stood up. "Gary, Jeff, come with me and help me get the mats out of the basement. Pete you go in and get that bottle of oil out of the bathroom. I think we should make this an oil-wrestling contest."

Pete went inside to get the oil. Nelson and the others went down to the basement to get the mats. I was left standing there with my uncle.

"So what exactly is it that you two have in mind?" he asked. "I saw Pete talking to Joe and I have a feeling you two are working on something."

I told him quickly what we had talked about. He looked at me and chuckled. "Well that does have some interesting possibilities. I like it. I guess you're starting to get into this."

"I don't know. I still kind of feel funny about this. But I guess I figure as long as it's going on, I might as well enjoy myself. Besides, I think Paul's a shit."

"Terry, I knew you would get into this." He came over to me and took me by the shoulders, leaned over and gave me a little kiss on top of my head. Reaching down he rubbed my hardening dick though my briefs. The wet spot of precum slid against my dick, producing even more lube. I trembled from the stimulation but made no move to pull away. "I wouldn't have done all this if I thought you were going to hate it."

"Yeah that's what Pete said. And I guess I do get turned on. I just wish you'd told me."

"I tried to, Terry. I knew the only way to make you see was to take the bull by the horns. I hadn't counted on the deal with Paul and the others. Although I have to admit I took advantage of the situation when he showed up the other night. That was just too good to pass up. It just moved things along a little faster than I'd planned." His hand now gripped my dick through my torn wet briefs, jacking me freely now. "But you seem to be catching up."

"I guess. So you like what we've planned?"

"I'll do anything I can to help. Paul has been a pain in the ass for years. You probably don't know this but two years ago, when he was a junior, he was accused of raping one of the cheerleaders. Beat her up pretty bad too. His parents, as you know, are pretty well off and managed to fix things with the girl's family but a lot of people in the school knew about what happened. Joe wanted to throw him off the wrestling team but couldn't because the family threatened to sue. He and Gary and I took a lot of heat because of him and he knew we were over a barrel. And Jeff was a senior that year and was really pissed about the way everybody thought the team was protecting Paul. We've been waiting for an opportunity to teach the little shit a lesson he'll never forget. You and Pete have given us the possibility. Are you sure you're ready for this?"

"Well, I guess I'll find out. I know Pete'll help me out."

"Joe and I hoped you two would be friends. It seems to be working out that way."

I looked at him and smiled. "God, was there anything you all didn't try to plan out about this thing." But to tell the truth, I wasn't really mad at him any more. I still wasn't happy with what he'd done, but I could see that it was going to take a while to sort out the complexities of our relationship. My dick was almost at the point of exploding again. He reached out with his other hand and twisted my left nipple. That put me over the top. I blew another load into my already damp briefs. He rubbed the wet material against my skin.

"You gotta have a lesson plan to teach a kid something new," he smiled, "And you're proving to be an A student."

The others started coming back on to the deck. Joe, Gary and Jeff carried the folded up mats and placed them in the middle of the deck, moving the chairs back out of the way. Pete came out with a bottle of baby oil. Paul came tottering back out with another beer in his hand. Pete looked at me and winked.

"OK, you boys get oiled up," Joe said.

Pete opened the baby oil and came over to me. I was worried about how this would turn out. Was this just going to be another embarrassing moment or would we really be able to do what we set out to do. Pete looked confident but I had my doubts. He poured oil on my chest and began to rub it in, handing the bottle of oil to me. I did the same to him. My nipples hardened as Pete ran his hands over them and down my stomach. We then did each other's sides and arms. I turned around and he dribbled the oil down my back rubbing it in all the way down to my frayed, soaked briefs. I then did his back and knelt down to oil up his legs. As I rubbed around the leg holes of his briefs I could see his dick hard and twitching through the thin material, the wet spot of precum gooey and spreading on the front. When I finished, he knelt and oiled up my legs. I could feel the growing excitement in my balls as his hand brushed against them several times.

Setting the bottle of baby oil aside, we stood glistening with oil, naked except for the torn briefs that barely covered our crotches.

"Looks like you two are ready," Coach Nelson said. "OK, Pete you have five minutes to practice with Terry and show him a few basic holds. Then the match will begin. The winner gets to do whatever he wants with the loser. Got it?"

"Yeah, we got it," Pete replied.

"OK," the coach said, looking at his watch, "Go!"

For the next five minutes, Pete showed me some basic holds and some strategies for getting the advantage in a match. It wasn't much but at least I had some idea what I needed to do. Of course I'd been to matches before and Uncle Chris had shown me a few things over the years as well so I wasn't totally in the dark. Still, given Pete's experience and my lack of it, I knew this wasn't going to be a long contest.

"Time's up," Coach Nelson announced. "Are you all ready to start?" We nodded yes. "OK, 3; Go!"

Pete and I faced each other on the mat. We moved around each other and grabbed each other's shoulders. I could feel him try to force me down. I resisted and tried pushing in the other direction, trying to keep my footing. We both were slipping in the oil that had spilled on the mat while we oiled up. And our hands slid on our slick shoulders. After grappling for a few minutes, Pete's superior strength won out and he forced me to my knees. I tried to roll out from under him but he grabbed me falling on top of me and holding me down on the mat. Our oily bodies slid against one another and I could feel his dick pressing against my ass through our briefs. I reached out and tried to push myself up and out from under him, but my hands kept sliding on the slick mat. I reached back and grabbed at him, gripping the back of his shorts in my hand. I pulled as hard as I could while he tried to get a grip around my neck. I felt the material rip in my hand and as I continued to pull, I felt the whole left side of his briefs rip open. It distracted him enough for me to slide out from under him as he rolled onto his side. I tried to crawl away in order to get a better angle of attack but his hand closed around my ankle and he pulled me back to him, sliding back onto my stomach as I did.

Quickly, Pete got to his knees, grabbed my other leg and spreading my legs apart, tried to pull me toward him. We slid toward each other and he fell on top of me again. This time he grabbed at the leg opening of my shorts as he lay on me and pulled hard. The old and frayed material split easily and ripped up to the waistband. My dick was hanging out the side of my briefs, showing my hard on. As he dragged me toward him, my dick rubbed along the oily surface of the mat, leaving a smear of dick juice. I tried to grab at the edge of the mat to brace myself but my hands were too slippery with sweat and oil to get a grip. I was under Pete in no time, his body holding me down. He moved into a sitting position on my back and grabbed my arms, pulling them back to my sides. He then captured them under his legs. I couldn't move. I felt him reach back and grab the already tattered material of my briefs and pull. In a slow ripping motion, they came free, the waistband snapping and coming apart in his hands. He pulled the rags of material up and rubbed them in my face. The goo of precum and oil rubbed against my lips. I struggled to get free but his weight was too much for me. Coach Nelson knelt next to the mat and counted. I had lost, to no one's surprise.

"OK, Pete, you win," the coach said, "what do you want Terry to do?"

"I want him to lick me from my ass to my balls and suck my dick."

I felt Pete get off me and flip me over. I lay on my back, panting and watched as he moved up over my face, his hard dick swaying above me. His torn briefs revealed his balls and the path to his ass. He lowered himself until his ass hovered above my lips.

"OK, Terry," Coach Nelson said, "time to pay up."

Knowing that the whole group was watching me, I began to lick Pete's smooth asshole. My tongue could feel the puckering of his hole from the times he'd been fucked that day and I found myself trying to soothe the battered lips of his ass. I continued to run my tongue down the tender area between his ass and his balls, licking and sucking at his smooth skin. I took each of his balls in my mouth, rolling them around with my tongue. Finally, I started to run my tongue up the bottom of his shaft, flicking it back and forth until I reached the head of his dick.

"Yeah, suck him, ya little fag!" shouted Paul, taking another swig of his beer.

Pete scooted forward, his hard and leaking cock descending into my mouth. He pumped his meat in and out, bumping against the back of my throat. I could feel his load building as he started pumping faster and harder. My own cock was throbbing against my stomach.

"Go ahead and stroke yourself, Terry," Coach Nelson instructed. "Show how much you get off on sucking that cock."

I took my dick in my hand and began to pump it. I knew it wouldn't be long until I blew my load all over myself. I could tell that Pete was ready to cum at any moment as well. His dick swelled in my mouth and I felt the hot gush of sperm against my throat. Almost simultaneously, I shot a load all over my stomach. Pete rolled off me and the two of us lay there, panting and sweating from our exertions.

"OK, who wants to take on the winner?" Coach Nelson asked.

"Now wait a second," Pete said, sitting up on the mat. "Don't I get a break or anything? You didn't say anything about the winner having to take on anybody else."

"Well we want to see just how good you are. After all, you just beat an inexperienced kid. Now let's see how you do with some real competition. Who's up?"

Paul stood up. "I'll take on the little fucker. I could use another good piece of his ass." Paul wobbled slightly as he stripped off his tank top. Pete looked at me and smiled. Everything was going as he'd planned.

Paul stepped out of his shorts and stood in just his jock strap. He stepped forward to meet Pete on the mat.

"Wait a second," Coach Nelson said, "You need to be oiled up too. Jeff and Gary will take care of you. Terry, you help Pete. He needs a new coat of baby oil."

"Hey," Paul complained, "I didn't say anything about oil wrestling. Just let me pin the little shit and fuck him."

"Come on Paul, be a sport." Coach Woods said as he and Jeff spread oil all over Paul's chest and back. "It'll be more fun this way." The oil dripped down, soaking Paul's jock strap. The bulge of his half-hard cock was clearly visible though the oil-soaked material. They continued down his legs and Jeff applied a good coat of oil to Paul's muscular butt.

"Watch it, asshole," Paul growled. "I don't like anybody touchin' my butt like that."

"Chill out, dude," Jeff shot back, "Don't be so sensitive. Nobody's gonna touch your goddammed butt. Unless you lose, of course. Then it's up to Pete there."

"Shit, I'll wipe his little fag ass across the floor."

Meanwhile, I was applying more oil to Pete's body. He had pretty much caught his breath from our bout and seemed ready to go. Still, I worried about his chances with Paul. Drunk or not, Paul was a college wrestler, more muscular than Pete was and more experienced.

"Are you sure this is going to work?" I whispered.

"Don't worry," Pete mumbled, "In the shape he's in I can take him. Besides I've done this in oil before and he hasn't. And if not, he'll have to take on Gary or Jeff. Either way, we've got his ass. Joe and Chris are working on all the arrangements. So just watch and enjoy." He leaned over and gave me a quick kiss on the cheek. "By the way, thanks for the blow job. I'll pay you back later." I blushed, still not sure of myself with all this. But it made me feel warm inside.

Pete and Paul stepped onto the mat and circled each other. Both of them glistened with oil on their muscular bodies. Paul's bulging dick showed through his oil-coated jock strap and Pete's dick hung free from the torn briefs, half-hard.

Coach Nelson stood next to the mat and waited for them to get into position. Then he said, "OK, go!"

The two of them grappled with each other. Pete got a head lock on Paul and tried to pull him down but Paul twisted free. In the process, he slipped and fell to the mat, unused to the oily surface. Pete fell on him, trying to get a hold to pin him but Paul rolled free, grabbing Pete's arm and twisting it behind him. Pete reached out with his free hand and grabbed at Paul's jock strap, pulling hard at the left strap. Paul was distracted enough that he lost his grip on Pete's arm and Pete rolled out of his grasp and quickly moved behind him. I could tell that despite his greater strength, Paul wasn't moving or thinking as fast as Pete. The beers had taken their toll on his agility. Pete now had an arm around Paul's neck and shoved his foot between Paul's legs. Paul fell forward and Pete fell on top of him. With his free hand, Pete grabbed at Paul's left arm and pulled it behind him.

Anchoring himself with his knee on Paul's right arm, He reached back and grabbed again at Paul's oily jock strap. I heard the material of the right strap rip and pull loose from the waistband. This spurred Paul into action, throwing his weight into a roll to the right that threw Pete off balance enough that he lost his control of Paul's right arm. The two of them struggled for control. Paul's balls were hanging out of his torn jock, his dick almost free. He grabbed at Pete's shoulder but the oil and his own slowed reflexes worked against him. After a few more minutes of struggle, Pete had him pinned. Coach Nelson slapped the mat, declaring the match over.

"Well, Pete, you won. So I guess you get whatever you want from Paul."

"Wait a fuckin' minute!" Paul yelled. "That wasn't fair. You counted it too fuckin' fast. I'm not givin' my ass to this little fairy. No way, man!" Paul sounded a little panicky.

"I've been refereeing wrestling matches for a long time," Coach Nelson said, "so I think I know what I'm doing. But if you want to try again, maybe we can do that 3;"

"Damn straight I want to try again! I'll whip the little pansy's ass."

"Well, I don't think it's quite fair to make Pete take you on again. But tell you what, if you can beat, say, Gary, then we'll call it even."

"Aw, man!" Paul complained, "That's not fair. He hasn't had to wrestle already."

"Funny, that didn't seem to be an issue with you when you took Pete on."

"Aw, shit!" Paul was beginning to realize he had no choice. "All right but no way is that little fucker gonna do anything to me."

"Well, you've got to live up to your part of the bargain, Paul. Oh and by the way, if you lose this time, we all get to get you to do what we want. That should give you a little more incentive, don't you think?"

Paul stared at Coach Nelson in disbelief. "No way man! No fuckin' way! Let me out of here!" He started to get up but Coach Nelson planted his big hand on his shoulder. Paul froze.

"You seemed all too willing to fuck before. I think you should be just as willing to take your chances now," Coach Nelson said, his voice deep and deliberate. "Nobody's going anywhere so get ready, all right?"

"Jeff, man, help me out here!" Paul begged. Jeff looked at him and smiled.

"Take it like a man, asshole. You got yourself into this saying you could beat the little fag. Well, the little fag beat you so fair's fair. Stop bitching and moaning."

By this time, Coach Woods had stripped to his jock strap and Uncle Chris was oiling him up. He stepped on to the mat, his smooth muscular body gleaming with oil.

"You ready, Paul?" he asked.

"Hey, man," Paul whined, "I don't want to 3;"

"GO!" Coach Nelson shouted.

Coach Woods grabbed Paul by the shoulders and flipped him down to the mat. He fell on top of Paul's back, locking his strong legs around him. Paul struggled to roll free but the coach had him firmly in his control. He reached down and grabbed the other strap of Paul's jock and ripped it loose. He pulled Paul to his knees, his arms locked around Paul's chest and arms. The pouch of Paul's jock hung loose and his half-hard dick flopped out of it. The coach's superior strength was too much for him in his present state. In minutes it was over. Coach Woods threw him to the mat. Coach Nelson declared the winner.

"OK, Paul, you bet yourself against the group. Now you have to do whatever we ask. And don't get any ideas about backing out." Turning to Pete, he said, "Pete, since you beat him first you get first shot."

Pete looked at Paul, still pinned down and lying on his back, and smiled. He held up his hard dick and squeezed it. "Pull off the jock. I want him naked."

Coach Woods, still holding Paul down, reached back and pulled the remains of Paul's jockstrap down his legs. Uncle Chris grabbed it and pulled it the rest of the way off.

"No man," Paul begged, "What are you gonna do to me?"

"Well first I need to get you opened up a bit," Pete said. He knelt between Paul's legs and began to rub his index finger against Paul's oily butthole. He pushed and slowly his finger entered the virgin hole.

"NO!" Paul yelled, "Stop it, it hurts." He struggled to get free but Coach Woods held him firmly. Coach Nelson and Uncle Chris lifted his legs, giving Pete a clear shot at Paul's hole. He sank his finger all the way in and twisted it around in the tight hole.

"Terry, give me a hand here," Pete said. "I think he's ready for another finger."

I knelt beside Pete and began to push my finger in beside his. Paul squirmed but Coach Woods' weight held him down. He continued to yell his head off. Pete and I stretched his hole with our index fingers.

"I'm gettin' tired of hearing you, man," Jeff said, as he massaged his big dick through his shorts. "You need something better to do with your mouth." He dropped his shorts and pulled his fat cock out of his jock. Kneeling down next to Paul's face, he rubbed his meat against Paul's lips. He grabbed Paul's nose and squeezed. Paul's mouth opened and Jeff slid his dick in. He held Paul's head and began to pump.

"That's it, you'll get the hang of it in no time. Just suck it." As Jeff pumped his mouth, Pete and I each inserted another finger in Paul's tight ass. I could hear him groan around Jeff's dick.

"That's it, open him up, boys," Uncle Chris said. He and Coach Nelson had stripped while we were working on Paul. They both stood there stroking their dicks. "Then we'll get him downstairs for the real fun."

Coach Woods was working on Paul's nipples, twisting them hard and pulling them. As he did, I watched Paul's dick throb from all the stimulation we were giving him.

"See, Paul," Coach Nelson said, "You are enjoying this. I knew you would. Terry, give him a hand with that big hard on." With my free hand, I started stroking Paul's hard dick. Precum oozed out all over my hand.

Paul tried to shake his head but it was hard with Jeff's dick in his mouth.

As we continued to work him over, I saw George, the doctor come walking up the steps. He was carrying a black leather bag with him. He looked at the scene and smiled. "Looks like I got here just in time. I would hate to hold up the action."

"Glad you could make it, George," Uncle Chris said, "We're about ready to take him down and really get to work. Boys, how's his ass coming?"

"It's starting to give a little," Pete said as he and I continued to work our fingers around. We worked deeper, massaging his prostate. I watched the effect on Paul's hard dick as I continued to stroke it. Precum oozed freely from the end of it onto his stomach.

"Good. It's time to try something else. George, what have you got?"

The doctor reached in his bag and pulled out a large black dildo. The head was as big around as an apple and the thick shaft was about ten inches [25 cm] long. Paul's eyes widened in horror as he watched the doctor kneel down next to Pete and me between Paul's wide spread legs. "OK, boys, I'll take over now."

Pete and I withdrew our fingers from Paul's oily hole. The doctor positioned the dildo at the entrance and began to push. Paul screamed around Jeff's dick. Slowly the big head began to spread Paul's hole open. Suddenly, with a pop, it was in. Paul's muffled screams continued as the doctor slowly twisted the dildo, working it further into Paul's tight ass. In minutes, he had eight inches [20 cm] of it in him.

Jeff continued to pump his dick in and out of Paul's mouth. He started pumping faster.

"You're not a bad cocksucker, dude. Sure you've never done this before?" Jeff panted as he built toward climax. Paul just groaned. Coach Woods continued to work his tits as I kept working on his hard dick. Jeff grunted as he shot a load into Paul's mouth. The cum dribbled out from his lips and down his face mixing with the sweat and tears. I now worked his dick harder until he began bucking his hips and sprayed a load of jizz all over himself.

Jeff pulled his dick out of Paul's aching jaws. Paul lay there, gasping and stunned at what had happened. The huge rubber pole still was lodged in his ass. Gradually he regained his senses and started yelling again.

"Hey, you assholes, let me go. I'm gonna let everybody know what a bunch of perverts you are. See how that goes over at the high school."

"Time for you to shut up, Paul," Uncle Chris said. He shoved Paul's torn jockstrap into his mouth. "The only thing you're going to be using that big mouth of yours for the rest of this evening is sucking dick. And I don't think you're going to be telling anybody anything. Not by the time we're through with you. You may actually be begging for more attention."

"Let's get him downstairs." Coach Nelson said.

He and Coach Woods grabbed Paul's arms and pulled him up. His struggles were useless against these two well-muscled men. Pete and I took his legs and Jeff got him around the waist. Together, we carried the struggling jock into the house and down the steps to the basement, Uncle Chris and the doctor leading the way.

Uncle Chris opened the door to the room at the bottom of the steps and turned on a light switch. The light was dim as we carried the helpless Paul in, but I could see that the room was set up as a gym like the basement at my uncle's home. But there were a few additional items. Near one wall was an X-shaped cross, suspended from the beams. There were cuffs attached to it at the ends of each arm. We carried Paul there and Uncle Chris and Joe began cuffing Paul's hands and feet to the cross. They braced the dildo against the point where the beams crossed so that it would drive even deeper into Paul's ass. Any struggle would just start pushing it in and out of his hole.

The doctor stepped over to a table near the cross and began taking items out of his bag. I recognized a few of the items but some were completely unfamiliar. I had a feeling I would get to see what all of them were for before the night was over.

Chapter 13
Paul's Lesson

Paul's body had been shaved (I had gotten to shave his ass the way he had shaved mine, fingering his hole as I did. I had to admit I kind of enjoyed it.) His crotch and armpits were as naked as the day he was born. His balls were stretched three inches [7½ cm] down by a series of metal rings. He had screamed as Joe had put each ring on, pulling his nuts further away from his body.

The doctor had attached two small clear plastic cylinders to Paul's nipples that were attached to tubes leading to an electric pump. When the pump was turned on the suction pulled Paul's tits until they now stood out a good inch or more [3 cm] from his chest. For all the protests he had made, the sucking on his nipples seemed to really turn him on. He had a similar but much larger cylinder around his cock, the suction puffing it up larger and larger. He had already cum three times in the tube. The pump pulled his cum through the tube, depositing it in a jar. The jar was now about half full. The machine pulsed and sucked at his stretched and swollen cock to milk another load out of him. His normally eight and a half inch [21 cm] dick had stretched to almost ten inches [25 cm], the head red and swollen. From the way he was shaking, he looked like he was getting ready to deposit another load of cum in the tube. I was sure that the jar would be full before the night was over.

Behind him, Pete and I had been working a series of dildos in and out of his ass. He was now on the third, three inches [7½ cm] in diameter and a foot [30 cm] long. They said they had one more to go before Paul would be ready to fuck. Already his ass had been stretched so much that it closed up much more slowly than it had after the first invader had worked on it out on the deck.

Uncle Chris had set up a video camera that was recording Paul's experience. He said the film would give the naked jock something to remember this special evening by.

Coach Nelson stood in front of the bound and now frightened jock and let him know where he stood.

"You've been a colossal pain to a lot of people for a long time, boy. You embarrassed the team and me with your behavior two years ago, not to mention your family. And from what I've heard you've been up to the same shenanigans at college. The coach at your school happens to be a friend of mine and he's told me about the two girls that you raped last year. Your father has let me know he's tired of bailing you out. So now, it's time to pay up. You've got a few little lessons to learn."

"I'm not learning anything from you assholes," Paul spat, struggling against the cuffs that held him. "Now let me go."

"I'm sure you've heard that a few times yourself. Like that girl whose nose you broke while you were fucking her ass last year. So shut up and maybe you'll find a whole new way of enjoying yourself."

"When we're through with you, Paul, you'll be the most popular pussy boy on campus," Uncle Chris said, "Ready to fuck by anyone who wants you. Of course your dick will be nice and big and those balls are gonna hang nice and low. But unfortunately, I think you'll find that the stretching process on your cock, when it's done this fast, makes it more difficult to keep it hard. You may find your fucking days are over. But you'll get to enjoy some other things. Once we get your ass prepared here, you're gonna be hungry for dick up there all the time."

"I'm no queer. I'll never be into this shit."

"Well, you certainly seemed into it when you were on the other end of the stick, so to speak," Joe said, "and you might remember a little incident about three years ago. You were at the team party at the end of the year and got shitfaced drunk. Remember? Remember when you ended up in the bathroom sucking on Jeremy Tanner's dick? I walked in on you and watched you gulp that cum of his down."

"That's a lie! I never did that kind of shit."

"Oh, I think there are a couple of people who remember it differently. I wasn't the only one who saw you. And Jeremy wasn't the only one you sucked off that night. Actually there were about four guys. Is it coming back to you?"

A look of horror came over Paul's face as he did remember vague bits and pieces of that night. "Yeah, well I was drunk out of my mind that night. I'd never do that kind of shit sober."

Uncle Chris spoke up. "You know it's interesting that you say that since you actually did do it sober once too. You had come in to the clinic to use the whirlpool tubs with Todd. And from what Todd tells me you got mighty friendly in that tub. You were rubbing his dick and his chest, telling him what a hot body he had. He sat up on the edge of the tub and you sucked him dry."

"That's horseshit! I never did anything like that and if Todd's saying that he's a lying son of a bitch," Paul yelled. He was looking more and more upset, as well as shaking from the machine's pumping of his dick and Pete's continuing work on his ass.

"Well, you know, George and I put some video cameras in all the rooms at the clinic a few years ago because of theft problems and guess what? We have your little performance preserved on tape. That was about a week before you got in trouble about that first girl wasn't it?"

"Well, I must have been stoned or really horny or something."

"Paul you don't have to make excuses to us. We're just trying to show you your future. No more need to force yourself on women. You can be free to be the little pussy boy you really are."

"My dad will fucking kill you," Paul spit at us. "You'll go to jail for life."

"Not likely, boy," Joe chimed in, gripping Paul's stretched balls as he did. He pulled down, causing Paul to shriek in pain. "You see your father is the one who gave the go ahead for this little party."

"What? You're lying, you shithead." Paul yelled, sweat streaming down his face.

"Afraid not." Joe smiled. "After you dropped by Chris's place last night and got involved with Terry's little lessons, we knew we finally had the opportunity to teach you a lesson too. I called your father and this morning I took him a copy of that tape Chris was talking about. He found that very interesting. We made the arrangements. He's all too glad to have you change your way of life. He even had a few suggestions. Then Pete and Terry were good enough to come up with the little set up for getting you right where we wanted you."

Then Joe yanked Paul's aching nuts again, hard. "And if you call anybody here 'shithead' again you'll be doing it with your balls lying on the floor. Is that clear?" He released Paul's nuts and went over to the pump that was suctioning his nipples and dick. He turned the power up a notch. I could see Paul wince as his tits and cock were stretched even harder.

"Those nipples are gonna look like tits on a sow by the time we're done." That should make 'em really nice to pull on."

Pete and I were still working the dildo in and out of Paul's ass. I could see that it was starting to slide more freely with each stroke. His ass was ready for business. In a way, I almost felt sorry for Paul until I thought about what a shit he had been toward Pete and me. Not to mention the other things I'd been hearing that he'd done. And the sight of his shaved stretched asshole did kind of turn me on. I walked over to Uncle Chris.

"I think he's ready," I said. My dick waved out in front of me. Obviously I was turned on by what was happening with Paul.

"Enjoying yourself, huh?" Uncle Chris smiled. He reached down and stroked my dick a few times. I could feel the tingle of my dick getting fully hard.

"Yeah, I guess I am."

"I knew you'd get into it sooner or later. You're turned on seeing Paul's ass and seeing his dick and tits stretched out aren't you?"

I felt a little uncomfortable admitting it. "I guess so."

"Good. I think since Paul had so much fun with you that he should return the favor now. So you get to go first, Terry. You get to fuck that virgin jock butt. How's that sound to you?"

As he continued to slowly rub my dick, I replied, "It sounds pretty good."

Pete pulled the dildo out of Paul's ass. His hole was puffy and red from the abuse it had gotten.

Paul looked panicky. "Hey no man, please. I was just kidding around with you."

I thought about how brutally he had fucked me by the pool this morning and in the shower this evening. I thought of how he had pissed on me and made fun of me. I no longer felt bad for Paul.

I positioned my hard dick at his hole and began to push in. Paul groaned from my penetration. After all the dildo work, my dick slid easily into him. I marveled at the feeling of his ass around my dick, gripping and massaging it. So this was what it felt like. I started to pump my dick in and out, my hips thrusting against his hard butt. I began to fuck harder and harder. I was fucking with vengeance. Within minutes, I could feel my load building, ready to shoot in his ass. I let loose with a yell as I shot my jizz into him. The orgasm shook my body as I shot load after load. Finally I finished and stood there gasping for air, my dick still in his butt.

"Well, well," Uncle Chris smiled, "there's a little bit of a top in you after all. Go relax a bit, Terry. It's Pete's turn now."

I pulled out of Paul's ass and walked over to sit down. Pete stepped up to take my place and in one quick motion, shoved his hard cock into Paul's no longer virgin hole. Paul yelled again, as Pete began to fuck hard. I stroked my dick as I watched Pete pound Paul's ass.

In minutes, he too shot his cum into Paul's waiting hole. Pete pulled out and came over to join me. The two of us watched as Jeff, Uncle Chris, Coach Nelson and Coach Woods and Doctor Gordon each took their turn pounding Paul's ass. By adjusting the chains that held him on the cross beams, they also had him bent over so that while one was fucking him, another could fuck his mouth. Before long, Paul was filled with cum at both ends. Pete and I each got another turn and the others followed. Cum drooled out of his stretched out ass. About every other load that was fucked into him made him cum as the pump continued to stretch his dick and pump out load after load of jizz. Through the tube, I could see that Paul's dick now hung about ten inches [25 cm] or more. The shaft looked bruised from the way the suction had broken small blood vessels and the head was swollen and red. The doctor turned the suction even higher. I could see that Paul's nipples now practically filled the cylinders that were attached to them.

Pete came over to me. "I think Paul's gonna have a whole new career as a different kind of party boy than he was."

I nodded in agreement. I watched as Paul stopped fighting the repeated assaults and seemed to begin to hunger for the cocks that were thrust into his face. He continued to shoot a load (although much smaller) each time a new dick invaded his open dripping ass. To give themselves a break, the coaches and the others reinserted a dildo in Paul's ass. This one had wires attached and pulsated inside him. Every so often Joe would turn the dial on the control a little further to increase the pulsing of the dick in Paul's butt.

As we were standing there watching Paul, another person came down the stairs. It was Paul's father, Mr. Barnes. I knew him from the times I'd been over to see Linda. He was a big man, a taller, older version of Paul, muscular and a little menacing looking. I was immediately embarrassed for him to see me here naked and hard. But he hardly seemed to notice my presence as he looked over the state that his son was in.

"So, Paul," Mr. Barnes said as he walked up to his naked chained son, "I hope you're enjoying yourself. I guess this is a little change of pace for you. But you know, change can do you good."

"Hey, get me out of here. I can't believe you're letting them do this." Paul said. A moment later he was groaning as the pump pulled another load out of him. This one was just a few drops but his body shook violently as he came. "Please get them to let me go."

"I wouldn't think you'd want to. Look at that big jar of cum you've shot."

"That's just because of this stupid suction machine. Let me out of here."

"Well, I might consider it. But first there are a few items to be taken care of. Items that Chris, Joe, and I discussed earlier and he made arrangements for with the doctor. I think once we take care of these we might be ready to talk about letting you go."

Pulling Paul back to an upright position, the doctor removed the suction cylinders from Paul's nipples. Nearly two hours of suction had pulled them out so that they were over an inch [2½ cm] long and fat and juicy looking. The doctor took a thick needle and inserted it through Paul's left nipple. Paul screamed again as the doctor created a hole through his fat nipple. He then withdrew the needle and inserted a heavy gold ring. Using a small soldering gun he sealed the loop. He performed the same operation on Paul's right tit. He now had two rings, each about an inch [2½ cm] in diameter permanently attached through his swollen tits.

Then he removed the tube from Paul's cock. Still half hard, it hung ten inches [25 cm] down over his stretched balls. As he had done before, the doctor took the head of Paul's dick and pushed the needle through, emerging about an inch [2½ cm] back, just behind the head of Paul's dick. As Paul begged him to stop, he inserted another ring, this one about an inch and a half [4 cm] in diameter though the head of Paul's cock and, once again, sealed the loop. He then placed a padlock on the ring.

"That should keep you out of trouble now," the doctor said. "Your father has the key and Joe has one too. If you have any plans to do anything, you'll have to check with them."

Using a chain, he then attached the ring in Paul's cock to the rings in his nipples. The chain was tight enough that any motion or squirming by Paul caused both his sore nipples and his swollen dick to be pulled.

Gary then moved behind him and removed the dildo. Paul's ass hung open, rivulets of cum dripping from it. It was time for another round of fucking.

"I think you're ready for the big time, pussy boy," Joe said. "You know that's what you are now don't you? A big pussy boy, fit for fucking. Now say it."

"No!" Paul groaned, pain shooting through his nipples and dick. Joe immediately pulled lightly on the chain and Gary inserted three fingers in Paul's ass, twisting them slowly. Paul groaned again as his dick twitched and swelled. "Alright, I'm a pussy boy."

"Good, we're in agreement on that. And you want to be fucked. Say it."

"No way 3;AGGHHH!" Paul screamed as Joe twisted the ring in his left tit. At the same time, Gary inserted another finger in his ass, twisting and stretching his already fucked out hole. "OK, OK, I want to be fucked."

"Very good. And you love to suck dick."

This time Paul didn't fight it. "I love to suck dick."

"Tell your father you want to suck his dick."

"No way, man."

Gary twisted his fingers in Paul's ass. "Alright, alright! Dad, I 3;want to suck 3; your dick." Paul was almost sobbing now.

"And tell him you want him to fuck you."

"And 3; I 3; want you 3; to fuck me."

Mr. Barnes stepped forward. "So prove it." Turning to Joe, he said, "Let him loose. I want him on his knees."

Joe and Gary untied Paul. He fell to his knees immediately. Mr. Barnes came forward looking down at him. "Unbutton my pants."

Slowly, Paul reached up and began unbuckling his father's belt. His hands were shaking as he started to unfasten and unzip his pants.

"What's the matter, son," Mr. Barnes said, "Isn't this as much fun as slapping some girl around? I'm sure that after a while you'll be begging for it though. And think how much cheaper it will be for me than paying off those girls you've messed up. Now, lick my dick through my shorts."

Slowly, Paul leaned forward and began licking the front of Mr. Barnes underwear. I could see his dick growing in his shorts as Paul lapped back and forth across it. Paul's dick was throbbing and I could see it jerk against his stomach, pulling on the chains and tugging on his pierced nipples.

"Good boy, now take it out and lick all the way from the head to my balls."

Paul pulled down his father's shorts, revealing a fat nine-inch [23 cm] dick. Staring at it for a moment, he licked his lips, clearly taking in the sight in front of him. He began to lick the head, running his tongue all around it. He ran his tongue down the thick shaft, covering it with his saliva. He licked the big hairy balls and then started to move back up again. He repeated this several times, moving up and down the big cock.

"Suck it," Mr. Barnes commanded. Paul took the knob-like head of his dad's dick into his mouth. Mr. Barnes immediately grabbed the sides of Paul's head and started to pump his dick deep into Paul's throat. In minutes, he shot his load down Paul's throat.

"Very good. I think you've learned pretty well. At least for a first lesson. But you'll be glad to know that I've arranged with Joe for you to get a whole summer of lessons. By the time you go back to school you'll be ready to take on the world in a whole new way – as the campus pussy boy."

"Yes sir." Paul said weakly.

"Now time for more practice."

Gary removed his fingers from Paul's ass and began to work his dick into him again. By the time he shot a new load into Paul's hole, Paul had shot again, his cum shooting out of his chained cock and splashing all over his chest.

By this time, Mr. Barnes had stripped down and was stroking his dick to hardness again. He walked around to Paul's ass.

"You've had this coming for a long time. I wish I'd fucked you when you were a lot younger. Might have kept you out of trouble." With that, he started to sink his cock into Paul's stretched out ass. He fucked him hard, shooting his load in a few minutes into his son's already spunk-filled hole.

As the others approached to take their turns, Pete took my hand and led me out to the deck.

"I think I've seen enough of that for a while," he said. "I wanted to spend some time with you. I think I owe you a blow job from earlier."

"I think you're right." We embraced each other and kissed, our tongues exploring each other's mouths. I couldn't believe it. I was kissing a guy. And really liking it. Eventually we ended our long kiss and Pete led me down to the dock.

Chapter 14
Finals

"Are you OK?" Pete asked me.

"I think I am now. I've never been so turned on as I've been these past two days. I didn't know how to deal with all of it. I still don't. But I'm starting to want to try. At least I want to try with you," I said, stroking his hair as he went back to work on my cock.

We shifted position so that we could suck each other at the same time. As we did, he asked me to finger his ass. I did as I worked my mouth over his hard hot dick. My finger slowly twisted in his hole. I could hear him moaning.

"Fuck me, Terry. Please fuck me."

I got to my knees and, pushing his legs up against his chest, rubbed the head of my dick against his smooth ass crack. Slowly I pushed into him, sinking into his soft tight hole. I slowly began to pump in and out of Pete's ass. While fucking Paul had been a pleasure of revenge, this was really sex, really enjoying being involved with another person. I hadn't felt that before, not even with Linda. I felt a warmth for Pete, a passion that could go on forever. I leaned forward and kissed him as I continued to fuck his butt. He held me tight his tongue exploring my mouth. I reached between us and stroked his dick as I worked his ass. Our tempo increased until both of us knew we were moments from cumming. Holding each other tightly and kissing hard, we shot, me in Pete's ass and him on both of us, mostly me. We rolled onto our sides, my dick slowly slipping out of his hole. Holding each other and kissing we slowly drifted off to sleep. It had been a long, long day.

The next day I woke up as the sun was rising over the lake. Pete was lying with his arm around my waist and his head against my chest. We lay there naked warming up in the morning sun. I stroked his dark hair and thought about what had happened. These last three days had been terrifying yet somehow the most exciting of my life. I was beginning to see what Pete had meant about enjoying the situation. Thinking back on it, my dick started to harden. I didn't want to wake Pete up yet so I slipped away from him and walked down to the lake.

I jumped into the water. It had been warm enough the last few weeks that the water wasn't freezing but it took me a moment to adjust to the chill. I swam out to the wooden platform that floated in the middle of the lake and climbed up. By now the sun was high enough to feel great baking my naked body. I lay there slowly stroking my dick and running my hand over my sore but hard nipples. I was so lost in thought that I didn't hear someone approaching. I looked up just as Uncle Chris was climbing the ladder onto the platform. Like me, he was naked. The water clung to the hair on his tanned chest and glistened in the sunlight.

"Well you're up early, in more ways than one," he said, smiling at me as I continued to massage my cock.

"I had a lot to think about. There hasn't been a lot of time for thinking over the last couple of days," I said as he stood in the morning sun, dripping. Nodding toward the house I said, "How are things with good old Paul?"

"Well let's just say that Paul is going to have a whole new outlook on life, a whole new feeling in his ass, and a lot of trouble getting through the metal detectors at the airport. But then, he'll learn to have fun with the strip searches." He moved closer to me and sat down watching me slowly stroke myself. "And how are you doing?" he asked with a smile.

I looked up at him. "You know, about this time yesterday I hated your guts. You'd fucked me and shaved me and embarrassed me in front of Coach Nelson and Paul. But the worst part was that I couldn't figure out why I was so turned on by it. I don't think what you did was the right way to do it, but you were right about my liking it. And so I guess I forgive you. I'm still sort of figuring this all out, but I'm just going to see what happens."

"I had always known you were attracted to men. I could tell that years ago. But I knew you wouldn't accept that until you'd experienced it. You know, you've got a pretty good head on your shoulders and I think you'll work it out. I apologize if I've hurt you in any way."

He reached over and stroked my wet hair. My dick was still in my hand and still hard as ever. He reached down and took it in his hand. "I think I owe you this," he said, and leaned forward to take my dick in his mouth.

He climbed up on his knees and moved between my legs as he began a slow powerful blow job. I groaned with pleasure at the sensation of his mouth pumping my cock. He ran his big hands over my nipples and squeezed them gently. As sensitive as they were from the working over they'd gotten yesterday, his manipulations sent chills through me. I closed my eyes as he worked his mouth up and down my dick, and then moved down to lick my smooth balls. He ran his tongue between my balls and my legs and back up my shaft, taking it in his mouth again. His hands moved down my sides caressing my skin all the way down to my hips. I spread my legs further and he started to rub the insides of my thighs, up to my balls, running his hands over my shaved crotch. His hands moved back to my ass, scooping me off the platform and holding my cheeks in his large hands, kneading them and pulling them apart. His fingers reached my crack and gently brushed up and down, moving lightly across my sore but twitching hole. He lifted me further and taking his mouth off my dick, ran his tongue over my balls and back until he reached that hole, licking the smooth skin of my asscrack and soothing my ass hole. I moaned more from the feeling. I felt my hole relax and knew what I wanted.

"Fuck me," I moaned, "I want you to fuck me."

"Are you sure, Terry?" he asked as he continued to massage my ass and run his tongue back and forth from my hole to my balls.

"God, yes! I'm sure. I want your cock in me," I panted.

He pulled my legs up toward my chest and started to rub his dick against my ass. Still stretched from last night, and lubed by his spit, my ass opened easily as his dick started to push into me. I felt my ass spread around his big dick as he slowly pushed it further into me. As it rubbed over my prostate, my dick jumped and leaked an ever-increasing stream of precum. He stroked me slowly as he started to fuck my ass.

Suddenly there was a splashing sound and Pete emerged from the water. Seeing what we were up to, he immediately knelt down and took my dick in his mouth, sucking me in rhythm with Uncle Chris's fucking. I reached over and began to stroke his dick. The three of us were soon rocking the platform as we approached another climax. We came almost simultaneously and collapsed on the platform, catching our breath.

"Well, Terry," Uncle Chris said, "you seem to have learned your lessons faster than I thought you would."

"Do I get a passing grade?"

"I would say so. But what does Pete have to say."

Pete smiled, "I say that he and I need to practice every day to be sure we remember our lessons."

Over on the dock, I saw Gary and Jeff diving into the water together, heading out toward us. I had a feeling that there was going to be a lot more cumming today.

And I couldn't wait.

I was ready to learn more lessons.

Epilogue

Yep, I came back here to live after college. But I've changed a lot. For one thing, I'm no longer exclusively a bottom. Oh, I still like to suck a dick and throw my legs up, but I have gotten to like being on the other side of things too. Even with my uncle! There's a lot more give and take to our relationship than there was in that first year. It was interesting to look back and see how that developed. As time went on, he became much more affectionate and was supportive in the relationships that I had over the years.

Joe Nelson divorced Pete's mom and moved out west. He still comes back to visit from time to time and I still love that huge cock of his. He has a twenty-one year old partner who he's been with for three years (one of his former students) and the two of them are a real adventure to be with. But that's another story.

Coach Woods is now the head wrestling coach at the high school and he and the swim coach moved in together about ten years ago. Gary and Nick throw the wildest parties you ever experienced. And there've been quite a few wrestlers and swim team members over the years who've found their way to these parties.

Oh and Paul. I'll bet you're wondering about him. Well amazingly enough, he got kind of hooked on being a bottom. (Fortunately for all of us, we all learned about safe sex before you know what had really reached our town.) But still, he ended up marrying some dumb girl and was constantly running out to get his ass fucked. As far as I know he still has those rings in. His father gave him the key to that lock as a wedding present.

And Jeff, well, another friend of mine, Tim, is writing about his experiences with Jeff that began before my story here. So I think I'll leave it to him to let you know how he turned out.

And then there's Pete. He and I were inseparable for the next two years and really very much in love. But we both had a lot to work through, as I guess everyone does at that age. Pete went off and joined the Marines after high school (and there are another SEVERAL stories). He and I would write practically every day and get together when we could. His enlistment was up about the same time I graduated from college. He moved back here and got a job as a computer analyst and moved in with me. So we've been lovers ever since. He and Uncle Chris and I make a pretty nice household. A bit unconventional but we have a lot of fun.

So things worked out. And last week my cousin asked if her 14-year-old son Mike could stay with us this summer while she goes to Europe. He's been over here a number of times and we've noticed him cruising us a lot. Chris and Pete and I are putting together a lesson plan 3;

The End