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Of Boys and Sex, vol. II

Ten Short Stories

#1
Small Town Fathers

I was raised by my father in a small resort town. The older part of town was small wooden summer cottages that had become permanent residence for middle class residents within the town. The newer part of town was larger properties that had larger brick homes built on them. I was fascinated by the wealthy 'Snow Birds' as the locals called them because they flocked to the warmer climate during the winter like migrating birds.

My father had married young and had me by the time he was only 22-years old. My parents were divorced by the time he was 25. My Father's name is Christian. He was the town's local mechanic. Everyone in town brought their cars to him to be repaired or serviced. He had a small garage/workshop with an attached house behind it, just a bit outside the city limits. I worshiped the ground my father walked on, and daddy loved me too.

Daddy was a real hottie, blond, blue eyes, muscular and very little hair on his body, a beautiful hard butt. He kept in shape working out at the local fitness center. I was also fascinated by his dick too; it was at least eight and a half inches [21 cm] long, and swung between his legs while he walked around the house naked after showering. It was uncut and his balls were equally large and swung too. His pubic hair was blond as well. They formed a large bulge in his work pants. He preferred not to wear underwear, so the friction of the fabric of his blue denim jeans seamed give him a hard-on all of the time. Dad was like a kid himself; he was living every boy's dream. He was building real cars in the place of plastic models. Dad liked to roam around the house naked. The sight of his naked body excited me very much. I would get a boner just looking at his swinging dick.

Dad's workshop was just a few steps from the house. He could check on my anytime he liked. He would stop during the day for a coffee break, lunch, another coffee break and supper. I was not much help to him when I was 4-years old, but I loved to be around him while he worked. Dad would lay out the parts he would need on his workbench in advance. When he would need a part he would say, "Would you bring me such and such part, big buddy." I thought I was very clever being able to help him. I thought I was daddy's helper. While daddy was leaning over the finder of a car working, he would say, "Would you pop the pipe for Daddy?", as he called it.

I was very experienced at unbuttoning the fly of his tight fitting coveralls. I would pull his half hard pipe out of his coveralls. If space allowed dad would say, "Handballs too, big buddy!" I would stuff my hand in the fly to pull out his big balls out too. That was when everything was ready for popping. I would pull on his dick until he would squirt a big load of cum. I was very proud of myself. I would grab a coffee mug and hold it under him to collect every drop of his cum. That was milk for me. Dad would say, "That's good big buddy, you make daddy feel so good."

There was nothing more exciting to me than to make daddy feel good. We were inseparable. When we went to bed I would suck his cock until he would fill my mouth with his daddies' milk. We had a regular contest to see how much milk I would swallow. Every time I excited an old mark I was proud of my accomplishment.

Daddy would take my little dick and tight little balls into his mouth and swab my balls with his tongue before sucking my dick. I was proud of how big my dick would get while he sucked on me. While daddy sucked me he would often cum a second time without touching his cock. He would make sure he squirted it on my body. It was my skin lotion. Afterwards we would fall asleep with me being spooned in his lap. It was my decision if I wanted his cock in my ass or not. I did love the feeling of that pipe in my ass.

Dad had trained me to accept objects in my asshole by sticking his finger in my ass until he stretched me enough to accept his cock finally. I think I was 6 the first time he stuck his cock in my well greased ass. I remember it was a sunny day about noon. Life was different after that day.

I really was daddies' 'big buddy', a real man's boy. I was in heaven on our little estate, the sky was bluer, the grass was greener, and the breeze sweeter. From that day I was ready for anything. I started teaching my school buddies. Dad and I would do it in the forest and in his row boat on the lake. I was really a help in the garage or the house.

When I was eight, dad had to repair the car of one of my classmate's father's car. His name was Kenneth, and his father's name was John. John and Kenneth lived in the new part of town in one of those nice new brick homes. Dad normally had little use for the rich people in the new homes, but I know the two men got along right away.

They may not have had the same education but they both were history and science buffs. They both liked beer too. I came home from fishing that afternoon dressed in tight little shorts. Dad offered me a soda while they were drinking beer. Dad may have been a little embarrassed about my shorts. They were so tight that they were creeping up the crack of my ass and my little package was wedged over to the left leg and may have been visible below the leg of the shorts.

John smiled at the sight of my little foreskin protruding below the leg of my shorts. When dad saw the smile on his face he knew John had an appreciation for young boys. Dad asked John, "Do you like boys?" John gave him a big grim and assured him that he did. Dad reached down and grasped the left cheek of my butt and gave it a strong squeeze. John placed his hand on the other cheek and squeezed. I felt his fingers dig into the crack of my ass. We stood right there in the garage while dad encouraged me to see if John needed to have his cock milked.

I unfastened his pants and pulled out his cock. It was a nice long circumcised cock almost as long as dad's. John slid his hand up my back as I approached his throbbing dick. I milked his cock a little while before I put it in my mouth. I sucked on him until he was about to cum. He stopped me short of that point. Dad unbuttoned my shorts and pulled them down. He draped me over the finder of an old car and greased up my asshole. Then he pulled John foreword and watched as John guided his dick in my ass. John took a long time to fuck me. It was after four before he put his cock back into his pants to go home.

By that time I kept the account books. When the car was repaired called John to let him know that his car was ready. John brought his son, Kenneth, along with him. I recognized Kenneth from school.

Kenneth was a small boy for his age, even if we were the same age. He was wearing very small shorts and a tight T-shirt. John told me he had bought them the day before, because he liked the way I looked in mine. They sure did show off his little bulge and his little bubble butt nicely. Dad said that I could take Kenneth to the creek and show him how to fish.

I picked up my gear and led Kenneth to the creek where I like to fish. I gave him my pole and stood behind him to guide him in the ways to cast his line. I could not resist rubbing my hard-on against his tight little butt. It was not long before we forgot about fishing. We just stood there with me humping his bubble butt with my hard-on. Kenneth was bumping his butt hack against my bulge. I even had one of my dry orgasms and he turned his head to me and smiled at me sweetly, and said that was fun. When we got home dad and John were still talking at the kitchen table. They were laughing while they drank their beers.

John asked, "Did you two buddies have a good time?"

I sure had a good time but didn't know if I should say why. Kenneth gave him a big smile. Both men must have sensed the situation. They turned their chairs to face us. They wanted to tell us something, but they both had big hard-on's tenting up their pants.

Dad said, "We were talking. If the two of you boys would like to play, the four of us could really have a good time."

John said, "We could pop pipes and all of that."

Kenneth may not have understood what he was saying, but I knew right away, dad had not used that term in a long time. I blushed at the knowledge. We simply used the term jack-off now. I was speechless. Kenny was the one that yelled "Yesssssss" can we do it now? We just dry humped by the creek."

The two of them gathered us in their arms and placed us on their laps. They rubbed our crotches and squeezed our butts. They were laughing and saying all kinds of nice thing to each other's son. We were giggling hysterically as we straddled their legs so that we could bounce up and down on their crotches. There was no doubt that our dad's had huge boners in their pants.

John said, "Take it easy boys. We don't want to cum too soon. I assure you we will have a real good time together. There will be plenty of time for the two of you to enjoy our cum."

We had to pull ourselves apart long enough to clear the table. Dad and I set the table for supper while John and Kenneth drove to the local pizza parlor to pick up our meal. They took the newly repaired car for a spin to find out how it handled.

After they left dad wanted to talk to me. Dad said, "I'm very excited, John is a nice guy. They are just like us, big buddy. Do you think you would like to find out what John's cock is like?"

I said, "Sure Daddy, I'm a big boy now."

Dad said, "Sure you are, and brave too."

I said, "I know Kenneth from school. He is a nice guy. I humped Kenny down by the creek. I had a cummer (what we called a dry cum).

Dad finished, "Yeah, I'm sure the four of us will have a great time this evening. I didn't know there were two people like us in the bluenose part of town."

We prepared the table for our guests and got the house ready for the evening's celebration of a new and potentially long lasting friendship. When John and Kenny arrived back with the pizza's we had a great time! We consumed the pizzas while the men washed them down with beer and Kenny and I washed ours down with soda pop.

John was a big man, a bit chubby, not anywhere as fit as my daddy. Little Kenneth was such a small boy. After we finished eating we cleared the table. We gathered in the living room. The men were ready to enjoy cigars with another beer. It was John that suggested that Kenneth might feel more comfortable without clothes on.

Kenny was quick to peel off his clothes in front of us. I had to do the same of course. The men did enjoy the sight of the two of us hugging, kissing and pulling on each other's dicks. Dad and John unfastened their pants and pulled out their cock and balls. They both played with them until they were good and hard. Then John asked me to come have a taste. I let go of Kenny's dick and went to his dad and knelt in front of him. I took hold of his circumcised cock and jerked him off a few times before licking the head of his dick. Before I put my mouth over the knob I looked over at dad and saw that Kenny was peeling back daddy's foreskin and licking the wet knob. That evening the two of us had sucked off both of our fathers a couple of times.

We were to become the best of buddies, over the years the four of us even went on holidays together.

Daddy did have a thing for young boys. Daddy would stop work anytime a boy like me passed by. Most men hardly gave my underdeveloped classmate, Kenneth, a second look but my daddy never missed a chance to look him over.

John was an educated man with dark hair. He was older than my dad, and a widower. The two men would spend a lot of time discussing history and science stuff, while my dad worked or they were sitting around with a beer in hand.

After the four of us became friends I had to introduce my best friend from school to them. Adam lived in one of the old wooden bungalows in the old part of town. He was blond like me, but his dark eyes were playful. The three of us boys had an older buddy named Michael.

Michael was every bit as strong and muscular as my father. His hair was black and his skin was dark. The three of us soon found out that his cock was at least seven inches [18 cm] long and was circumcised. We adored being in his company. We loved being allowed to play with his cock. We took turns sucking his cock. Michael wanted to fuck our butt-holes all of the time. All of us learned to enjoy the feeling of his dick up our asses. We would giggle at the sight of each other being fucked and proclaiming "Me next, me next" while we would be caressing his manly chest.

I will always remember the sight of Michael's big greased up cock sliding into Kenneth's little body. Michael especially liked to have us sit on his lap with his cock up our asses and have us bounce up and down on his shaft. He would grip us around our waists he lifted us up and down. Other times he would have us lay face down with our little asses up. He would straddle our hips and ram his cock between our butt cheeks to fuck us.

Our games took place in a number of places. When we had my house ourselves we fucked on the sofa, carpeted living room floor, my bedroom or the garage. If we were at Kenneth's we did it in the spacious bathroom and on the leather furniture. At Adams place it took place in the small upstairs bedroom.

The End

#2
Older Men Fetish

Forty years ago I lived in Modesto, California. Modesto was a dusty farm community in the Central Valley. It was still mostly dry land farming because the State water project was just starting to be built. Farm housed were surrounded by cypress trees that had big piles of sand next to the windrows.

My grandparents lived in Burlingame, about 10 or 12 miles [25-30 km] south of San Francisco, on the lea side just below the San Francisco Airport. I was about a 90 mile [150 km] drive to visit my grandparents. We did visit pretty often, if for no other reason than to get away from the summer heat. During the spring my dad always wanted to see the Giants play baseball. He never missed a Dodger series because he hated Los Angeles Dodgers so much.

I was the youngest child in the family, with two older sisters. Our parents were evangelical, born again Christian. They were the kind of Christian's that were called "Holly Rollers" back in the sixties. I was not anywhere as spiritual as the rest of my family. I actually thought they were a little bonkers. When it was suggested that I spend a couple of weeks with our grandparents the summer after the fifth grade, I was all for it. I figured, correctly, that I would have a little more freedom. My grandparents were religious too. They went to church every Sunday, but were not as nutty as my parents were about it.

For a couple years there was an older boy named Pete that I would play with when I visited. He lived around the block from my grandparents. We played catch and such. He even shared some of his Playboy magazines with me. He was not only older, he was taller and stronger.

The summer between the fifth and sixth grade, I was looking forward to renewing my friendship with Pete. He was going to be in the eighth grade the following fall. At the time I was about five-feet four [1.62 m], with clean cut dark hair. (My parents would not have put up with a hippie or Beatle.) Pete was an about six inches [15 cm] taller, and had dark hair too. I was looking forward to seeing any new magazines. This year he had some magazines with full frontal nudity and some of naked men. He told me that he got them from a friend of his parents. He told me he sometimes did some yard work and stuff for him. While I was studying the pictures he asked me if I could get a hard-on. To prove I could we showed each other our dicks.

Within two weeks we were giving each other blowjobs. I was not able to cum at that age but I was starting to have wet dreams during the night. It was clear stuff at that time. We probably had sex two or three times a week. It all depended on opportunity if there was no one at his home we would do it in his bedroom. If his sisters were home we would do it behind the garage. The best was when we could give each other mutual blowjobs at the same time, or as he called it 69. Most of the time we just took turns giving each other blowjobs. We would open our pants, and taking turns sucking each other's dicks.

At some point during those two weeks Pete told me that the guy that gave him the magazines gave him blowjobs, and even gave him a few dollars for allowing him to do that. He asked me if I would like to go to his house to get a blowjob.

My first instinct was to say "NO," but the idea that I would get paid for allowing someone to do to me what I liked having done, I agreed. We headed for the man's home. Pete introduced me to him and told me that his name was Artie.

Artie was at least fifty years old, about five-feet nine [1.75 m] and wore steel rimmed glasses. His hair was turning gray and he had a bald spot right on top of his head. His belly was kind of paunchy. He was dressed nicely but casually like he was retired or on vacation. He just looked like the kind of man that was only comfortable with a tie on. There were gray hairs sticking out of the open collar of his sports shirt. Pete told him that I would like a blowjob too.

Artie beamed when he heard that. He had us sit down on a sofa and take our dicks out of our pants. (Artie had a partial dental upper plate of false teeth. He would remove his false teeth and glasses before giving us a blowjob.) He gave Pete a blowjob right away. Then he gave me a blowjob too. HOLY COW, he was a lot better than Pete was at giving head. I suspect most guys watch their own dicks going in and out of the guy's mouth, but I was fascinated with that shinny bald spot on top of Artie's head. I watched the spot move back and forth while he sucked on my dick. It may have been so exciting because it was such a naughty thing to be doing. I had never been as turned on before.

I normally only got to visit Artie on weekends because he worked for the railroad from San Jose to San Francisco. If he was going be available during the week he would let me know. After four or five visits I was visiting Artie on my own. Whenever Artie would suck my cock he would use a finger to massage my asshole but he never penetrated it. Eventually Artie asked me if I would like to give him a blowjob I was willing even if he would not have given me any money for doing it.

Artie took off his pants and sat in his favorite reclining chair. I virtually laid over the footrest of the recliner and hung onto his thick thighs as I inspected his cock. His pubic hair was still dark but there were gray hairs invading his pubic patch. He had a large scrotum but it was wedged between his thighs. It looked like two walnut sized testicles in the hairy flesh colored sack. Resting on top of his leg was a cock, that was thick and about five inches [12½ cm] long. I was fascinated by the sight of his cut cock. I studied the veins working their way up his cock. I tried to give him my first attempt at a blowjob. I didn't know how to keep from scraping his meat cock with my teeth. At least he didn't squirt cum in my mouth the first time. When he was ready he told me and finished himself off with his hand. His cum shot out of his dick and landed on his belly. The last few drops dribbled down over his fingers. I licked up the cum on his belly before licking his fingers and cock clean. I felt a little embarrassed because it was kind 'a strange watching a grown man cum on himself. On other occasions I gagged when he did squirt cum in my mouth. I did learn to give a good blowjob before summer was over.

The next year when I visited my grandparents Pete did not have time for me. He was busy with a job and he was taking classes at high school. I didn't get to play with him that year.

I did visit Artie regularly that summer. I am convinced that my relationship with him is why I still have a fetish for older men. To this day when I'm in a notorious gay bathroom I am drawn to the older men that remind me of Artie. The only problem I am the older man now.

The End

#3
Lawn Money 2: Mexico Vacation

My parents planned a vacation to Mexico for some time. In August we drove down and crossed at Piedras Negras. We headed from there to Monterrey. They had made reservation at a motel in town. We were supposed to go sightseeing the next day, but my parents got sick for some reason. It could not have been the water because I was drinking the same water. It may have been the food because there were some things they ate that I didn't.

Rather than hang around the motel I went to town by taxi by myself. I wondered around town checking out the shops. The shops smelled of wood and tanned leather from all of the things made from those items. Eventually I got hungry and stopped at a sidewalk café for something to eat.

There was an American couple sitting at a table. They looked like they were about 30-years old. They were having a Mexican lunch. They greeted me with a warm "hello" and asked me if I would like to join them, so I did.

The waiter came over to take my order. I asked him if I could have a hamburger and a coke. The man asked me if I had ever had a Mexican beer. Of course I said, "No." (I had never even tasted a beer before.) He told the waiter to bring me a Carta Blanka with my burger. We exchanged some small talk while we ate our lunch. They had found out I was only 14-years old, and my parents were laid up with something. When we were finished eating the woman excused herself, and crossed the street to a nice looking hotel.

The man ordered a couple of more beers. We sat there talking while we drank. He asked me personal questions, like had I meet any girls down here. I told him that this was our first day here and I was just looking around. I was begging to feel the buzz from the beers. He had ordered two more beers. I was getting a more than a little tipsy. I'm sure it was showing.

I told him, "I am feeling horny and hoped something happens soon."

The man put his hand on my leg and assured me that it would. He held up two fingers and the waiter brought us two more beers. I don't even know if I finished the fourth beer. He moved the hand on my thigh up to the crotch of my pants, and squeezed my cock. I had half a hard-on. He told me that the girls would enjoy that while he was squeezing my cock. He did remove his hand from my pants before he started talking about men's cocks.

I was getting a full hard-on and he knew it. He asked me if I had ever touched a man's cock before. I casually said that I had. That really got his attention. He asked me if I liked it. I told him truthfully, I loved it. The beer was going to my head and I would tell him anything. I was getting talkative. I came out and told him I had sucked cock and even been fucked a number of times by men before. That seemed to really turn him on.

He asked me, "Would you like to suck my cock?"

I blurted out, "Sure!"

He took hold of my hand and placed it on his crotch. I could feel a fully erect cock in his thin white tropical shorts and it felt very long as it ran down the right leg of his shorts. He removed my hand from his shorts and told me to sit right there and don't move until he got back. He got up and went over to the bar and used the telephone to make a call. It didn't take long before he hung up and returned to the table. He paid the waiter for our meals and the beers. He told me to come with him to the hotel across the street.

I was a little wobbly when I got to my feet. The man held me by my arm at the elbow to support me while we crossed the street. As we crossed the street he asked me again if I liked sucking cock and if I had ever swallowed a load of cum. I assured him I had swallowed gallons of cum. He said that his wife was going to enjoy me. I was a little confused, "Why would your wife enjoy me?"

He said, "She loves boys willing to get nasty with him. She likes to watch them swallow my load of cum. Are you sure a man has fucked your ass before?"

I said, "It was a few years ago."

He said, "I want to fuck you. Would you like that?"

I looked him over and liked what I saw. He was a nice looking man. Even in a loose fitting Hawaiian print shirt I could tell he had a hard body. I said, "I would like that very much!"

He walked us across the street a little faster, with ever question. When we got across the street I had to sit down on a bench in front of the hotel until my head stopped spinning. He told me to rest for a moment while he went into the motel. When he returned he asked me. "How are you feeling?"

I assured him, "I feel fine I was just a little fuzzy for a little while."

He said, "My wife is waiting for us, so come on."

He helped me up and walked me into the hotel lobby and to the elevators and we went up three flights to the floor they were staying on. It was just a short walk to the door of their room. He knocked on the door and his wife opened the door. She was dressed in nothing but a short see through negligee.

I felt foolish starring at her body through her negligee. I said, "Hello!"

She said, "My husband told me that you enjoy sucking cock."

I said, "Yes ma'am! I do!"

She said, "I was a hot find for them. I want you to get naked!" She sat on the bed to watch me get undressed.

While I was getting undressed her husband was peeling off his shirt and shorts. He didn't even have any underwear on. By the time I was naked I had a ragging hard-on myself. She called me to her and when I was standing between her legs she untied her negligee. She defiantly had large round tits and her pink nipples were stiff too. She had a nice clean looking pussy. She took hold of my dick.

She said, "Very nice.", and licked the pre-cum glistening at the head of my dick. She turned me around and had me bend over while she actually spread the cheeks of my ass. She had a perfect view of my puckered asshole. She actually licked it and then stuck a finger into my asshole. I jumped a little because I had not expected her to do that.

She said to her husband, "You're going to love this one, even if he has been fucked before."

He was standing there naked with his nine inch [23 cm] cock in hand, stroking on it. She asked me, "How old are you?"

I told her the truth, "I'm 14-years old in October."

"How old were you when you got fucked the first time?" she asked.

"I was 11-years old. The last time was just a year or so ago."

She turned me around again, so that I was facing her and she took my cock into her mouth. Her husband came over and stood beside me so that he could turn my head and kiss me on the mouth. I really got a hard-on when he stuck his tongue in my mouth.

After the kiss he told me, "We are very lucky to find you today." His other hand was resting on my back and he slid his fingers down the crack of my ass. The finger that had been wiping my ass was stuck in my mouth. He told me to wet it and when I had covered it with my saliva he returned the finger to my ass and stuck it in my asshole. He worked it around and in and out. I was moaning like a whore before he stuck his tongue back into my mouth, and I sucked on his tongue.

His wife went from my dick to his and back to mine. After awhile she sat back and said, "This little fucker is working out just fine, but he needs a little color! What do you think dear?"

He pulled his tongue out of my mouth and said, "I'm sure he does!", before he stuck his tongue back in my ear. She reached over to the nightstand and picked up a tube of lipstick. She pulled the cap off and twisted the base to expose the red lipstick. She applied a thick coat to her lips. Then she applied a thick coat to my lips before she smeared it all over the head of my dick. She even painted my nipples bright red. The next thing she did was paint the head of her husband's cock. The last thing she did was paint her nipples and the lips of her cunt. When she was satisfied with her efforts she handed the lipstick to her husband. She said, "Honey you get to paint his boy pussy dear."

She pulled my head down until my face was pressed against her painted pussy and reached over my back to spread the cheeks of my ass. Her husband smeared lipstick all around my puckered asshole. The last thing he did was spread more lipstick all over the head and shaft of his own cock. He closed the tube and handed it back to his wife. She made a big show of twisting the lipstick back out and applying more of it to her own lips, even with the pre-cum dripping from the lipstick. Then she put the cap back on it and sat it on the nightstand.

The woman demanded in a gruff voice, "GET DOWN THERE AND EAT MY PUSSY YOU LITTLE CUNT!"

She placed her hand on the back of my neck and pushed down on my head, smashing my face into her lipstick painted pussy. She ground my head into her cunt harder and harder until she started to cum. I felt my mouth being filled with a thick liquid. She was screaming at me to swallow all of it you little CUNT! I didn't taste like a male's cum, but I swallowed as fast as I could. Her husband was busy stroking his cock up and down the crack of my ass. I was sure that I was being painted red from the bottom of my scrotum to the junction of my ass cheeks where the two dimples were.

He was caressing the cheeks of my ass just waiting to be told to go ahead and fuck the cunt. She has flopped back on top of the bed until she recovered. When she was ready she sat up again and said in a sweet voice come here baby as she lifted my head by the hair from her cunt and kissed me on the forehead. She whispered in my ear, "You did a great job baby. My husband has been waiting his turn. I'm sure his cock is making his ball swell up painfully by now. You're about to get fucked by a real man now! You do want him to fuck you, don't you?"

I almost pleaded, "Yes I do!"

I was lying on top of her body while she wrapped her legs around the backs of my legs. She reached around my back and spread my butt wide open with her hands. Her husband was standing behind me and leaned down and began to tongue my love hole as his wife put it. She whispered, "Now doesn't that feel wonderful? Relax and he will get his tongue deep inside you."

I felt his tongue probing deep inside of me. I can't tell you how hot he was making me. My breathing got heavy and faster. She was tongue kissing me and telling me how good I was. She said, "You know he is ready to fuck. Would you like that?"

"Yes! I said, please have him fuck me."

"Did you hear that Dear? He wants you to fuck his ass. Keep licking his love hole!" she said.

He crawled up on me; I could feel his magnificent 9-inch [23 cm] cock sliding between the cheeks of my ass. It was sliding up and down the lipstick greased crack. He whispered to her, "Do you think he is ready, Honey?"

"Oh yes! He is more than ready! She took hold of my face that was smeared with her lipstick from my nose to my chin and ear to ear. There was even a big lipstick mark on my forehead where she had kissed me. She told me, "Look right into my eyes Baby." She said to her husband, "Okay Dear, fuck him now!"

I felt the head of his cock stretch my asshole open. I had to will my sphincter to relax. It had been awhile since the last time any guy had fucked me. I felt very full when he had settled down on my ass all of the way. The pain was delayed but I had to fight the reaction.

She was looking me right in my eyes and she knew that I was in pain. She hugged me tightly and whispered, "Take it all, that a boy, he is fucking you!"

Then she screamed at her husband, "FUCK HIM, FUCK HIS LITTLE BOY CUNT!"

Then she whispered in my ear, "You love it don't you, you little Bitch?"

He was taking long strokes in and out of my ass. Being the little whore that I am I was lifting my butt up to great every thrust that drove me back down on top of his wife's cunt.

She whispered in my ear, "My Honey will want to cum in you soon Baby. Do you want it deep in your love pussy or in your mouth, so that you can swallow it?"

I was able to tell her I liked it both ways.

"Oh, she said, I'm sure we can arrange both. You really enjoy him fucking you don't you?"

I had to answer between thrusts, "YES!"

She said, "We can have some friends over to give you all the cock you can handle."

I could tell by the way he was breathing that he was about ready to pump his load of cum in my ass.

I hear myself say, "I want to take him in my mouth." She said, "Good choice. That would be wonderful."

She told her husband, "Stick it in his mouth. He wants to drink your passion."

With that he pulled his cock out of my ass and grasped it tightly to keep himself from squirting. That left an empty feeling in my ass. I knew from experience that my sphincter was stretched open so that the two of them could see down into my bowel. With all of that lipstick there was no way to tell how inflamed the sphincter was. She pushed me off of her and onto my knees facing her husband. His cock was covered with lipstick and there was a generous amount of lipstick clinging to his dark pubic hair and even some above that. His cock was slimy from the moisture in my ass. He slid his glistening cock down my throat.

She grabbed me by my ears and held my head firmly in place while her husband fucked my mouth. I gagged when I tasted my own ass juice. He pulled out and began pumping his red cock in and out of my lips very fast. I knew it was coming before he started squirting seven large loads of his hot cum into the back of my throat. She was telling me to swallow every drop, as if I needed any encouragement. The two of them were enjoying every second. When he pulled his cock out of my mouth he bent over and stuck his probing tongue down my throat, as if he wanted his hot load back. She pulled my head back so that my head was bent hack so that she could stick her tongue in my mouth and taste her husband's cum.

She whispered to me, "That was wonderful!"

They took me into their bathroom and she used cold cream to help remove the lipstick from my face, cock and ass before they got in the shower with me. While I was getting dressed to leave she told me to come back by 10:00 am tomorrow and we will have all of the cock you can handle.

The next morning when my parents were up early and ready to go sightseeing, I begged off because of the same symptoms they complained about the day before. As soon as they were gone I was dressed and on my way to the hotel.

The wife answered the door for me. The two of them were dressed as casually as I was. I had put on a silk Hawaiian print shirt and tropical trousers that were a light linen and leather sandal without socks. I had deliberately not put on ant underwear. She had on a halter top that tied at the middle of her breasts and white tight fitting shorts that crept up the middle of her cunt. He had dressed very much like he had the other day. In effect we were dressed very much alike. They took me to breakfast in the hotel restaurant before we started our day.

We did a little shopping to pass the time. I bought a Sarape, Sombrero and a hand tooled 45-caliber gun belt rig. We dropped my purchases at my motel before we started our afternoon of partying.

They escorted me to what I think was a gay bar or some sort of night club. Rather than buying me beer they bought me Tequila Sunrises. The first swallow did burn but after that they tasted sweet. I was checking out the place while drinking.

I was fascinated by the patrons. The place had a lot of older Yankee (Gringos) drinking and dancing with young Mexican men. There were even a few older Gringo women dancing with young Mexican men too. My hosts explained to me that they were fag hags. They had to explain to me that some older women paid young men to be their escorts. They got off watching young good looking men having sex with each other. While I was thinking about that I was getting drunker.

Eventually I was so drunk that I am not sure what was taking place. I vaguely remember being helped get on top of the bar top. I heard a male's voice auctioning me off to the highest bidder. When the bidding was over I was helped down from the bar top and that was the first that new of that my shirt was unbuttoned and open exposing my chest and belly. The fly of my pants was open too. My dick was dangling out of the open fly. I was just drunk enough not to get embarrassed abut be exposed in from of a room full of men and a few women.

Some one took my hand and led me towards the exit. I looked at the man and saw that he was no taller than me. He was bald headed with a fringe of white hair ringing his head. He had a round face with blue eyes and a warm smile. He was a bit pudgy I would guess that his waist measured 40-inches [100 cm]. He was dressed casually too. The tropic's is no place to dress formally.

He led me out the door with my dick still dangling from my pants. He hailed a cab and gave the driver an address in Spanish. As the cab pulled away he was all over me. He was kissing my mouth and jacking me off. He even bent over and sucked my dick until the cab got the destination. While he paid the driver I was checking out the place.

It was impressive. I assumed he was a wealth old man. The whitewashed walls had an iron gate. I could see a Spanish Villa all white with a red tile roof and the walls were covered with red flowers on bougainvillea bushes growing all over the walls.

He opened a pedestrian gate built right into the gate large enough to drive a truck through. We walked up the brick paved driveway to the entrance to the villa. It was a spacious house and very cool because the walls must have been three feet [90 cm] thick and it was air conditioned. The art work and statuary was very erotic. He led me directly to a large bedroom.

I was still a little unstable. The old bald headed man finished unbuckling my pants. They fell to the floor around my feet. He was kissing me when he pulled my shirt off my shoulders and let it fall on the floor. He interrupted the kiss long enough to positioned me on the bed the way he wanted me, before he removed my sandals. Then he removed his own clothes.

I was fascinated watching him get undressed. When he removed the silt sports shirt I saw that he had a round belly and man tits. His upper body was covered in graying hair. The only parts that were not hairy were the areas of the most friction, like under the arms and the front of his belly. The next thing he did was unfasten his belt and fly of his pants and let them fall. He had on roomy boxer shorts that followed the pants. His legs were short and thick. Again the only parts of his legs that were not hairy were the parts that received the most friction. I checked out his meat right away. His pubic hair was a brown color that got thicker and darker the closer it was to the base of his cock.

The old man's cock was a thick thing about 5 or 6 inches [12-15 cm] long. The foreskin was a fat roll that didn't completely cover the thick knob of his cock. His scrotum was large and had hairs all over it. I could tell his testacies were large too. His next move was to remove his shoes and socks.

The first thing he did was place one for on the bed and bent over to untie the laces. He pulled the shoe off and then the sock. That gave me and unobstructed view of his cock and balls as they swung between his legs. I was sure he did that for my benefit. When he was ready to remove the other shoe he turned his back to me and bent over to undo the laces and kick the shoes off. Then he pulled of the other sock. That gave me a good view of his plump ass and his pink asshole. There were a few hairs ringing it too. Again I was sure he did that for my benefit. I just didn't know if it was to shock me or excite me.

I was sobering up and seeing the naked old man did turn me on. He saw that my dick was standing up like a flag pole. E sat down on the edge of the bed and bent over me. He kissed me on the mouth one more time, before he placed one hand on my chest and the other on the thigh closest to him. He licked my body from my chest right down to my cock. He sucked each nut into his mouth and sucked on them on at a time. Then he rubbed his nose all over my balls and dick as if he was trying makes sure he would be able to remember the way I smelled for a long time. I was becoming impatient, because I wanted to feel his mouth around my dick.

I placed my hand on the back of his neck and pulled his head towards my dick. He opened his mouth and practically swallowed my dick. He virtually was rubbing his nose against my pubic hair. The old man was a pro at sucking cocks. I would have cum faster but the alcohol slowed me down. I was sure by the number of times the old man had to lift his head and relax his jaw the old man was wishing I was not so drunk. Eventually I squirted a nice load of cum in his mouth. He swallowed every drop. Then he cuddled up next to me on the bed, and asked, "Have you ever been fucked by a man?"

I answered him with a slurred question, "Does a bear shit in the woods?"

The chubby old man wanted to kiss me some more, while his mouth was still full of my own cum. Then he turned me over on the bed. He stuffed a firm pillow under the front of me to elevate my ass. He reached for some grease on his nightstand and greased up my asshole and his cock. He gently placed his hand on my hips and worked himself around until his cock was lined up with my asshole. I was still loosened up from the day before. Even though his cock was very thick it slid in without causing me too much trouble. The most he got out of me was a grunt when he rested all of his 240 pound [110 kg] plus body on top of my back. He fucked me slowly at first. As he approached his climax his speed increased. I could tell when he came by the way he was breathing and the fact that my ass became very slippery. We showered together before he put me in a taxi to send me home.

The last thing he told me was to come directly to him home the next day by cab. He would pick up the tab. All I had to do is tell my folks that I had a date to get away again. Dad assumed I had a date with a big breasted Mexican woman. He took me aside and gave me a hand full of packages of pre-lubricated condoms. I stuffed them in my pocket and called a taxi from the motel office.

When I arrived at the villa the gated opened automatically when the driver pressed the buzzer and told the voice the name of his passenger. The old man was waiting for me at the covered circular driveway to pay the cab. He led me into the house. We passed the dining room and I caught a glimpse of a couple of Mexican men working in the kitchen, as we headed to a spacious garden grounds that included olive trees and palms flanking a spacious swimming pool. As we approached the pool I saw the two men waiting for us.

One was sitting in a chair under the shade of a large umbrella. He was sipping a tall drink as we approached. From what I could see he was totally naked. He was just as old as my host. His salt and pepper gray hair was in a rather short buzz cut with the front sticking straight up. He was just as hair as the host and he also had man tits and a pot belly.

The second man was lounging on a chase lounge. He was another old man. He was not quit as fat, as the other two. He was a brown skinned Mexican with thick black hair, with lots of grease in it. He also had a thick mustache that was turning gray. His body only had pubic hair under his arms and above his cock. There was no body hair on him. He did have an impressive cock too. It was one of those that tapered to the end but the knob was a dark brown.

When my host introduced me to them I found out the white man was another Texan and the Mexican was the local mayor. They insisted that I get comfortable too. That was a not to subtle way of telling me to get out of my clothes.

I flung my shirt a safe distance from the pool and was out of my pants in a flash. The pants joined the shirts along with the sandals. With that I was totally naked too. My host had also discarded his print shirt and swimming trunks too.

The help brought out trays with iced drinks and freshly cut tropical fruit on an iced bed. I was ready for a hair of the dog to relieve the throbbing in my head. The cold pineapple was great. I was dripping the sweet juice all over the front of my body. It was almost comical watching the three old men almost fighting over which one was going to get to lick my body. The hoe let the mayor suck my cock first. It was strange kissing a man with a mustache, but when he got down to sucking my cock he proved to be a dedicated cocksucker. Long before I squirted my load of cum in his mouth the Texan was behind me spreading my ass and licking my asshole.

When it was the Texan's turn, he made me kneel in front of him and when I opened my mouth to start sucking his cock, he started peeing into my mouth. I saw the yellow stream of water shooting out and into my mouth. When my mouth was full and I was unable to swallow fast enough to keep up, he peed in my face. My hair was soon soaking wet and it was hanging down in front of my eyes. The Mexican was busy behind me. He made me stand up so that he had access to my butt.

It was strange being fucked by him. When most men got their knob past my sphincter there was no need for my sphincter to spread anymore. This man's cock was thicker at the base than at the head. So when he was inserting his cock my sphincter was being stretched every time he was inserting his cock when he was thrusting his hips foreword. My host was standing beside me and was reaching under me and grasping my dick like the tit on a cow. He was milking until I squirted my load of cum on the brick deck.

We were drinking eating while the old men were taking turns pissing all over me and fucking my mouth and ass. The kitchen help were not ignored either. They were felt up and striped of clothes too. They were sucked and fucked when they were not bringing out fresh trays of food and drink.

By the time it was getting late they had to deliver me back to the motel in a new European car. I knew it was expensive but had never seen a car like that before.

When my parents got back that evening I really did look sick. Hell my asshole didn't close for hours after I was back in bed. I had to rest for awhile. I had been getting a lot of sex in a short time. I didn't get to play anymore on that trip before we were headed home.

The End

#4
Rough Sex With Greg

I grew up in a family as an only child. We lived in Oxfordshire, England at the time. My father had a buddy, named Greg, that I knew almost all of my life. He was practically like family. My parents were perfectly comfortable allowing him to look after me anytime.

Greg and Dad hung out with each other. It was common for him to come over afternoons to watch golf and sporting events on the wide screen Television. They belonged to the same athletic club and worked out two or three times a week. You could describe him as a real man's man.

When I was 14-years old my parents decided that they wanted to get away for a second honeymoon. They were planning on a week at the same resort they had spent their first honeymoon at. They asked dad's buddy if he would look after me for a week. He was thrilled to assume that duty to allow my father and mother the opportunity to get away for a week.

Greg was a large man of about six-foot three [1.90 m]. He was very muscular from working out 3 or 4 times a week. He had brown hair and eyes. His hair was starting to gray at the temples, he just radiated masculinity. He consistently wore stubble on his face, never enough to qualify as a beard. On the other hand at 14 I was only about four-foot eight [1.42 m], pretty skinny, with brunette hair and green eyes. I guess my 4-inch [10 cm] cock was average for my age, it was pretty thick though. I had a light brushing of pubic hair on my pubis and balls.

As soon as they left, I packed enough clothes for a week. Greg drove us to his place. I was allowed to use the guest room. His home was a block or so away from my parent's home. He lived in a cottage bordered on one side by a slow moving river. Otherwise it was a pretty standard cottage, with thatch roof, oddly off centered windows. When we entered I was struck by the fact that the upstairs bedrooms had porn scattered pretty much everywhere. I just had to check all of the porn out. There were a surprising number of magazines dealing with men having sex with boys. He was rather a messy housekeeper, clothes were scattered all over the place. All of his bedrooms were upstairs. There was a bathroom attached to the guest bedroom, with a shower. After I was settled in he told me, "My house is a man's house, so we could do whatever we wanted. I have an open door policy."

I remember the speech clearly because Greg was telling me that while he was in the bathroom standing in front of the toilet pissing with his cock in hand, and the door open. The sound of his piss splashing in the toilet was echoing off the tile walls. While he lecturing me, I was sitting on the edge of the tub.

When Greg was finished with his business we went about our business. I had some homework that consumed several hours. I would have been sooner but I was also referring to some of the magazines, which were giving me a boner. When it was time for bed I lay in the bed picturing the sight of his cock as he was pissing in the toilet. I could not resist wanking off. I didn't want to leave any cum stains on the bedding so I had pushed the bedding down to my thighs and holding several sheets of Kleenex tissues in my left hand to receive my load of cum. While I was busy pulling on my cock Greg opened the door and caught me.

Greg was standing there in nothing but his boxer undershorts. I admired the fact that he was fairly hairy guy. There was lots of hair on his chest, with dark nipples. When I saw him standing in the doorway I tried to cover up my hard-on. He stood there with his legs spread while he encouraged me to continue wanking my Willy. He was assuring me that it was perfectly normal. He unsnapped the underwear and let them fall. I admired the amount of dark hair surrounded his magnificent cock. It had to be at least 8-inches [20 cm] long and much darker colour than his otherwise standard English white skin. He had large sagging balls and they were hairy too.

He demonstrated to me what I should do by wrapping his hand around his cock and started wanking himself off. He was joking about it as he approached the bed and flopped down onto the bed beside me. He continued wanking his own cock. I was reluctant to continue playing with myself in the presence of an adult friend of my father. It came as a surprise when he used his free hand to take hold of my Willy and start wanking it for me. I was breathless when he sat up and leaned over my body and started sucking on my cock. He licked my balls too. I found myself resting my hand on his head as his head moved up and down while he sucked on my cock. After I came in his mouth and he swallowed every drop, he insisted that I do the same for him.

He sat up on the bed and rested his back against the headboard while I moved down and got between his legs. I was fascinated by the strong smell emanating from his hairy crotch. He cautioned me to be careful with my teeth while I was licking that dark skinned cock. The knob was almost purple. Licking his hair balls was a new adventure for me. When I held that monstrous cock erect and placed my mouth down over the knob I was slobbering all over it. The shaft felt like I was sticking a raw cucumber with what felt like about a half inch [12 mm] of loose skin sliding up and down as my mouth went up and down. When my mouth slid down the length of it I came in contact with a thick mat of dark pubic hair. My saliva soon had the hairs plastered against his flesh. While I was sucking on his cock expecting him to cum in my mouth like I had done to him, he pulled my head up by my hair.

Greg said, "We are going to try something special, something only grownup blokes do. If you are really grownup and mature you will be able to handle it."

While he was talking he reached over my back and fingered my arse a little. He got off of the bed so that he could straddle my legs. He licked my arese and spit on it too. I could not believe it when he guided his cock against my sphincter and as he leaned over my back he whispered in my ear, "Relax and push like you are shitting, or it will hurt like hell."

When he pressed against the hole it did hurt like hell. I wanted to be the man he wanted me to be and bit my arm while tears streamed down my cheeks. He placed his feet between my legs and spread my legs wide as he positioned his body between my legs. He was not being gentle at all. He slammed his cock deep into my arese. Both of us were sweating profusely while he rammed his cock into me.

I remember cumming twice, once after a few thrusts in my ass, and again just after he came in me. I could feel the heat of his load inside my arese and the feeling of him pulling his cock out. When it was all the way out I felt the cold air and an empty feeling. I actually wanted him to put it back in me. I raised myself up to my knees and looked between my legs to see his cum dripping on the bed sheets.

Greg pulled me off of the bed and led me into the bathroom and joined me in the shower. He made sure my arese was good and clean. We dried each other off and took me to his bedroom where we slept together, all cuddled up.

The next day I woke up feeling Greg rolling me over onto my back. He straddled my chest and rubbed the head of the brown cock against my lips. I felt the slippery pre-cum on my lips. I opened my mouth. It was all I could do to get that monster in my mouth. Greg fucked my mouth until he climaxed. It happened while I was exhaling through my nose and his cum came spilling out of my nose all over my face.

Over the weekend Greg was fucking me so much that I didn't even mind sleeping in our wet cum covered sheets. Neither of us bothered getting dressed for two days. He was never gentle about it. I would be walking past him and he would grab me by the hips and slam his cock deep into my butt. I was relieved when Monday came and I had to go to school, at least I would get to rest for awhile. I was distracted all day thinking about what had taken place, and wondering if anyone could tell that I had spent the last two days being fucked in the arese and swallowing cum.

I was in no hurry for my parents to come home either. I was learning what it meant to be a man's boy. That set the pattern for the rest of my life. From then on I was attracted to hairy older men. I was so absorbed with my relationship with Greg that it never dawned on me that he and my father was probably lovers too.

The End

#5
Party House

My introduction to sex came about because me family moved into an industrial neighborhood. There were not a lot of children to play with. There was a foundry on the block and a bunch of warehouses. Trucks were coming and going all day and old cars lined the all day. By 6 O'clock it looked like a like something out of a Science Fiction movie after all human life has been destroyed.

I was the only child of an Irish-American family. I had been born with red hair and blue eyes. As I grew up my hair slowly changed from red blond. By the time I was 10-years old it was strawberry blond. If there ever was a boy that you could say had a "preaches and cream complexion," it was me. I had freckles all over my shoulders, chest and face. I stood out like a sore thumb in the neighborhood.

Most of the boys in the area were Mexican. The one boy that lived the closest was 14-years old, named Manuel. He was a dark brown skinned guy, with shaggy dark brown hair and dark brown eyes. We became close friends during that summer vacation. I though Manuel was a cool guy.

There was a deserted warehouse close by that we used as our playhouse. Like all abandoned buildings the windows and every horizontal surface was covered with a thick gray oily dust that virtually blocked out the sun. The only illumination in the building came in through a few broken windows. We found an old discarded mattress that we lugged up to an office overlooking the empty building.

We spread the mattress out on the floor behind an old wooden desk with a broken leg. We found scraps of wood to prop up the table so that we could use it as a table. One day while we were up there playing Manuel asked me if I had ever jacked off. I didn't have a clue, what he was talking about. When I asked him what that was, he chuckled and told me that it is fun to take your dick in hand and pull the skin up and down. He volunteered to show me how to do that. His one stipulation was that we both had to take all of our clothes off.

I knew what he was taking about would be forbidden by my parents. The idea of doing something rebellious and nasty appealed to me right away. We took off our clothes and placed them on top of the desk. Manuel had placed a discarded stuffed backrest against a wall so that he could sit on the mattress.

After we got undressed I did admire his dick. It was no more than five inches [12½ cm] long but it was very thick. Manuel told me that he jacked-off so much that his cock was constantly swollen. The other two things about his crotch that fascinated me was the fact that his foreskin covered the knob completely, and he had a thick patch of dark pubic hair above his dick and the hairs ringed his cock and scraggly hairs were all over his balls and traces of hair ran between his legs to his dark brown asshole. Manuel wrapped his hand around his cock and peeled down the foreskin showing me his really dark and wet knob.

He started pumping his hand up and down. He even closed his eyes as if he was in a blissful trance while he was masturbating. Eventually he stopped jacking off, and told me to sit down with my back to him between his legs. When I did as instructed he reached around my body and took hold of my little 3-inch [7½ cm] cut boner, and started jacking me off. I was not able to cum but it did feel good. Eventually he had me turn around and watch while he jerked off. I was so close that his cum splashed all over my thigh. We started meeting up there every day after work hours. We would jerk off and suck cock several times every evening. I loved the smell and taste of his skin. He tasted kind 'a like corn nuts, because of the corn tortillas he ate almost daily.

Some times he brought along some photographs that depicted boys doing what we were doing. Later some showed boys about his age sticking their cocks in the mouth and ass of boys no older than me. I started wondering if his cock would be able to get in my asshole too. Manuel was only too happy to produce a tube of greasy stuff he applied to his cock and greased up my asshole to introduce me to ass fucking.

It was a good thing all of the local warehouses closed at six. My pleading for him to pull his cock out of my ass could have been heard for some distance. After he got his cock in my ass, there was no stopping him. He was on my back pumping his cock in and out of my ass like a rabbit. I was crying like a baby. When he finished and pulled out, I thought I was bleeding from the ass until I saw the white cum dripping down the inside of my thighs.

My ass was sore for a couple of days. I sure didn't want to let Manuel fuck me again. I appeased him by sucking his cock two or three times a day. When my asshole stopped hurting Manuel assured me it would not hurt as much. The key word was not as much. I reluctantly allowed him to fuck me again. It did hurt but the pain was bearable. That night in bed I jerked off while sticking a candle up my ass.

The next day when I told Manuel about it, he assured me that I was ready to meet some friends of his. We walked along the railroad tracks to a street a few blocks away. We crossed the tracks and came to an old house that was an orphan among a collection of junkyards and abandoned buildings. We walked right up to the front door and knocked.

When the door opened there was middle aged Mexican man standing there with a cheap dressing gown on and barefooted standing there. He greeted Manuel with, "Hello Manuel, and who is this darling boy with you?"

Manuel said, "This is Darren, my new fuck buddy."

I was shocked that he would tell an adult that he was fucking me like that.

The man stepped back and invited us into his house. It was an old house and the furniture looked like it was as old as the house. It was cluttered. There were old family pictures on the mantle. The tables were cluttered with magazines. I didn't notice at the time that they were all gay magazines depicting gay sex and sex between boys and men.

I was a bit surprised to see that there were a couple of boys, no older than me in the living room, totally naked. There was also an old man sitting on a loves seat. He was totally naked too. He was a bald man with a fringe of white hair around his head and a few strands combed over the top of his head, in a vain attempted to hide that shinning bald spot. He was kind 'a chubby. He had man tits, gray hair on his chest, thick belly and thighs. Between his legs was a dangled a limp five inch [12½ cm] cock. His scrotum was resting on the fabric of the little couch. One of the naked boys was seated next to him and was playing with the man's flabby tits, while the youth was attempting to kiss the old man's mouth.

The other boy came to the host and clung to his hand. The man's dressing gown worked open to reveal a cock that was truly impressive. His cock was un-cut and from tip to base had to be every bit of 8-inches [20 cm] long. His skin was every bit as dark as Manuel's. He made no attempt to hide his cock. The boy was not shy about wrapping his hand around that long shaft and starting to milk it. The man told Manuel to show me around.

Manuel took me by the hand, and led me through the house. There were large beds in every bedroom and one looked like it was one big bed. The floor was covered with some sort of soft mattress like covering that looked like a blue wrestling training mat. There were tripods with lights, video cameras and digital cameras set up. The bathrooms were old with porcupine clad iron bathtubs. I only casually wondered why there was more than one enema bag ganging from the shower curtain rods. I found out what they were for that afternoon.

When we returned to the living room we were encouraged to get comfortable. Manuel was out of his clothes in a flash. I was a little more reluctant to get undressed in front of strangers. Our host assured me that I would enjoy myself more if I shed my clothes.

By that time the old man had his boy sitting on his lap. He was playing with the boy's cock. The other boy was sitting in and old overstuffed recliner. He was clinging to one arm, leaving plenty of room for the host to join him. He was jacking off slowly while he waited for the man.

The man picked up the remote control and turned on his television. Apparently there had already been a DVD in the player. The screen turned to a cyan blue screen. Manuel sat down on the Old Persian carpet with his back against the man's recliner. He pulled me down next to him. The host stepped over us to sit down next to the young boy. When he stepped over us I got another eyeful of that cock of his. He had even more hair than Manuel. Later I learned that he was Manuel's uncle Ruben.

The screen changed from blue to an outdoor image with trees all over the place and a bubbling brook. Slowly the camera panned the area there was a number of men and young boys. They were all naked. For more than an hour I watched with fascination as boys sucked each other's cocks and finger fucked each other's ass. I recognized a much younger Manuel right in the middle of all of the action. Eventually they were paired up with the older men. There was a lot of sucking boys, getting their mouths filled with cum. I could not take my eyes off of the screen as the men fucked the boys' butts. I could not believe these young boys could actually take the grown men's cocks into their asses, but the close-ups of adult cocks sliding into the boys tight little assholes could not be disputed, it sure gave me a raging hard-on by the time the video ended.

The host stepped over us again. I could see up his robe again to see that his cock was fully erect too. Manuel pulled me to my feet and all of us headed for one of the bedrooms. They led the three of us young boys straight to the bathroom. The boys knew right away what was expected. They both draped themselves over the rim of the tub. Manuel pushed me to assume a place next to the other boys. The men were busy filling the enema bladders with lukewarm water. The nozzles at the end of the rubber tubing were like medium sized cocks. They stuffed the nozzles right into the other two boy's assholes. Ruben greased up the third nozzle before sticking it into my ass. The two men and Manuel fuck all of us with the nozzles before the old man released the clamp on the hose of his boy. I heard the boy moaning as his bowel filled up with water. When enema bladder was empty the old man allowed the boy to stand up while he held the nozzle tightly up his ass.

They walked to the toilet and as the boy turned around as the old man pulled the nozzle out of his ass. The boy sat down quickly and the room was filled with the sound of dirty water splashing in the toilet and we could smell the unmistakable smell of shit. The second boy was next.

Manuel was the one to release the clamp. When his bag was empty Manuel escorted the boy to the toilet and the boy deposited his smelly load in the bowl. I was next boy to receive the cleansing.

My mother had given me enemas before. I had never looked upon receiving one as an erotic event before. I felt my lower belly swell and the water felt cool just above my pubic area. I had never received a full enema bladder of water before. When it was empty Ruben helped me stand up and held the nozzle in place as he backed me up to the toilet. I was squatting over the bowl for what seemed like eternity before the man pulled the nozzle out of my ass. It was all I could do to sit down before the dirty water gushed out of my ass. While I was stinking up the bathroom, I watched as the other two boys were cleaned up. When they were washed and dried they turned their backs to me, bent over, and spread their butts to show me how much their hole opened.

Ruben explained to me that the enemas loosened up their assholes so that they can enjoy a good fucking by adults.

The three of them led us back to a bedroom. Ruben and the old man lay down on the bed with me between them. Manuel had the video recorder and the boys were standing their playing with their cocks while the two men went to work making me feel good.

The old man took hold of my cock with his thumb and a couple of finger. He was jacking me off while Manuel was recording the action. He made sure to get my face in the camera while the man was playing with my cock. I was looking at him lovingly. Then Ruben started playing with my asshole with his finger. Manuel was getting it all with the digital camera. The man forced his finger up my ass, then two and even three. Manuel had to move to the side of the bed when the man mounted the bed between my legs. I could not believe it when he greased up that big cock and forced it in my ass. It was a good thing that Manuel had broken me in. Ruben held my ankles while he fucked my ass, and the old man jerked me off. My cock got so sore I begged the old man to stop playing with me. Instead he got on his knees and bent over me and took my cock in his mouth and started sucking on me. Ruben eventually pulled his cock out of my ass and squirted cum all over my tight little balls and the old man's head. There was no problem about the mess because the two boys got on the bed and licked up every drop.

While I rested the two boys got fucked by the old man and Manuel. I got a little jealous that my beloved Manuel was fucking another boy.

The next time Manuel and I visited the house we got to watch the video Manuel made. Of course that led to more sex with the men present. It was a lot of fun to suck Manuel's cock while men were fucking my asshole. There were many parties in that house where naked boys were playing with each other and grown men were there to enjoy the pleasures of young boys.

One time when I was there servicing several old men I was shocked when my fourth grade school teacher came into the house. When he saw me, he came over and begged me not to tell anyone that he visited the party house. I was happy to keep it to myself in exchange for sexual favors. I not only let him suck my cock and fuck my ass, I made him get down in the doggie position so that I could fuck his ass. It was great fun sitting in class after that.

I would sit in the back of the room and play with myself so that Mr. Williams could see what I was doing. There was many a time I would see his pants tent up. After school he would bed me not to do that in class, but I would unzip his pants and suck his cock until he fed me all of his cum. He was terrified that someone would walk in on us. In exchange for stopping he had to promise to meet me at the party house, where he had to submit to all manner of submission to my sexual desires. I got off watching Ruben fucking him and giving him enemas.

Manuel also had some older buddies from high school that enjoyed getting a boy to give them head jobs. If I liked them I would drop my pants and let them fuck me. Long before I was old enough to cum myself I was able to take grown men's cocks up my ass without lubricant. I did start cumming at an early age compared to other boys I have discovered. Most of them did not cum until they were between 12 and thirteen. I was producing pre-cum by the time I was 11 and white cum a few months later.

It was a simple step for me to become a little drag queen for the old men. I loved dressing up like a girl, with makeup on and thrill to the feeling of hairy men fucked my ass. I still have a strong attraction for hairy old bears.

The End

#6
Darrell

When grandfather had a stroke that made him bedridden the family got together and discussed who would go down to Grandma's and Grandpa's to help her look after him. The adult males in the family were need at their homes it was decided that Darrell was old enough, and physically strong enough to be able to help his grandfather even though he was only 12-years old.

It was also decided that Darrell's uncle Joe would be the one to drive him down to Grandmas. When he came by to pick up Darrell it was starting to rain. It was a 250 mile [400 km] trip south. We started late and my uncle knew we would have to stop for the night, and it had started raining before we left. The longer we traveled the harder it started raining. It got to the point that the windshield wipers could not keep up with the water smashing against the windshield. Uncle Joe pulled over and pulled into the first rest-stop we came to. There were a lot of big trucks lined up waiting out the storm along with a lot of cars. The rain was coming down so hard that no one was heading for the public restrooms.

While we waited out the storm Joe was talking to Darrell about things at home. He even asked about Darrell's sex life, things like did he have a girlfriend, did he jack-off. The conversation gave Darrell a boner. Joe was able to see his pants bulging in the light from the restroom entrance. He reached over and rubbed the front of Darrell's pants. He asked, "Would you like a jack-off?"

Darrell simply unbuttoned his pants and pulled out his young cock and started jacking-off. Joe did too. The two of them sat there in the dark jacking themselves off for awhile. It was not long before they both squirted cum. They just let it fall on the floorboards of the car. They didn't say much after that. Shortly afterwards the rain subsided. The big rigs started firing up their diesel engines and pulling back out onto the highway. The cars darted between them until the rest-stop. We just waited our turn and allowed the other cars to head for the exit before we joined them.

As we drove down the highway Joe told Darrell that he like his cock. He had not bothered to put his cock back into his pants. I just laid one on led like a stuffed sock. Darrell saw in from the glow of the dash lights. Joe asked Darrell, "Have you ever jacked-off another guy?"

Darrell said, "No."

Joe asked, "Would you jack-me-off?"

Darrell didn't hesitate. He had always favored Uncle Joe and would do anything for him. Joe's cock was at least seven-inches [18 cm] long but no bigger around than Darrell's. He virtually jacked him off all the way to grandma's house. When they arrived Grandma have them the room that had been shared by Uncle Joe and his father.

As soon as granny closed the door we got undressed and got into the full sized bed that had replaced the boy's twin beds. Darrell fell asleep clinging to Uncle Joe's cock.

Before Joe went home he took Darrell for a ride on the pretence of showing Darrell all of the places that he and Darrell's father used to hang out. They sat the old pharmacy with the soda fountain counter, the schools they had attended and the place they used to take girls to make-out with. Eventually they came to an old dilapidated barn. That was located a good 300 yards from the road behind a wind row of trees. He pulled the car in the dirt floored barn and parked. They got out and Darrell heard the sound of a barn owl their arrival had disturbed. He saw the big brown barn owl sitting on the rafters watching every move they made.

There were some old bales of hay stacked against the back of the barn. They undress under the watchful eye of the barn owl, Darrell wondered what the owl was thinking watching the man and boy getting undressed. The man draped the boy over a bale of hay and sip on his little dark asshole before he shoved his cock into the boy's ass. It was all Darrell could do to keep from screaming in pain. After Joe filled his ass with a load of cum, he rolled Darrell over and sucked his cock until he came in Uncle Joe's mouth. They lounged around talking about sex before they got dressed and returned to Granny's before Joe returned home.

Darrell looked after his grandfather until he succumbed to pulmonary edema. While he was caring for him he had to help him to the bathroom, wash him and feed him. He was fascinated at the sight of his grandfathers old dick it was limp but it was long and uncut. The foreskin completely covered the dry old knob. He wondered if he would appreciate him jacking him off.

When he passed away the family gathered for the funeral. Joe and Darrell did get to visit that barn again. The old owl was still there, with his ever watchful eyes.

For the next five years whenever Joe visited his parents they would seek out a private place where they could enjoy sucking and fucking each other. Yes! Joe let Darrell fuck him too. When Darrell was 17, Joe told him that he should find a girl and get married. They never had sex again.

The End

#7
Sex Slave

One hot spring night Rodger's parents rolled into Las Vegas with every intention of breaking the bank at the Wynn Resort playing black jack. They thought they had mastered counting cards. They thought that the two of them could team up and win big. They planned on playing at the high roller's table.

When they sat down at the table there was a man sitting at the table that was quiet. He was dressed in very well made western clothes and his mustache and goatee was trimmed very tight. When he spoke his English had a slight British accent. He played cards very casually. When he placed five hundred dollar chips on the table he didn't bat an eye when her lost.

The three of them sat at the table well into the following morning before Rodger's parents lost everything. The foreign gentleman was amused by the way they tried to hide their panic. He offered to buy the breakfast by the pool.

When they were sitting by the pool the man's son came up to pay his respects to his father and request some spending money to see some shows on the strip. While he was there Rodger came out of the pool looking to get something to eat. They were introduced to each other.

It was not until the man gave them the title and name of his son did they realize her was a Saudi oil Sheikh. The Sheikh was named Mahsud. The Sheikh's son was about fifteen years old named Omar. He looked very much like his father. The youth was dressed in the black robes of and head dress of a royal Saudi.

Rodger was only ten years old and he was a nice looking blond, blue eyed boy. The young Omar took one look at the youngster and was attracted to him. Back home he kept a stable of young boys to play with. He offered to take Rodger show hopping with him.

His father knew that his son was gay and knew that he was attracted to the youth. He was willing to do anything to please his son. He could tell that Rodger's parents had lost everything they had. In his mind he was copulating what it would take for him to be able to buy the boy for his son? As it turned out they were totally unscrupulous. They would have sold their soles if they could find a buyer. All he had to do is cover their losses and an equal amount in cash. He often lost that amount in an evening of gambling. To him it was chump change.

He got them to provide him with all of the necessary adoption papers quickly. He cushioned them that the man standing behind them would seek them out if they ever tried to welsh on the deal and see to it that they never would welsh on another deal. When they looked at the man standing out of the way he pulled his suit coat away just enough to show them the butt of a gun in a shoulder holster and the hilt of a jeweled knife in the belt of his pants.

The Mahsud was wise enough to not hang around Las Vegas long on this trip. He rounded up the boys and the four favored wives he had brought with him this trip for the flight home in his private jet.

When Rodger asked what was going on the Mahsud placed his arm around his shoulders and told him that he had just made arrangements for him to live with him in Saudi Arabia. The boy had been shuttled around from relative to relative all of his life it came as no surprise that he had been given to another person to live with. The idea of taking his first flight in a private plane was exciting. The plane was huge. The staff occupied the lower level while the Sheikh and his son along with the favored wives had the upper level. The women were delegated to serving the males and sitting in the back so that their gossip didn't disturb the Sheikh. The plane was customized in to a flying home fitting for any head of state. The bedrooms were opulent and the kitchen could serve hundreds.

Omar was thrilled that his father had managed to buy him a young Caucasian infidel. Everyone on the plane knew what the young Sheikh wanted with the boy. Rodger was the only one oblivious about what he had been bought for.

During the flight Rodger eventually consumed enough tea and soda that he needed to pee. Omar led him to the private bathroom and insisted on helping him pull his pants down. When he found that Rodger was not circumcised he was thrilled as he pulled back the boy's foreskin and aimed his cock at the toilet and held it while Rodger peed.

Rodger was a little bashful being held like that while he peed. Omar even milked his cock afterwards to insure that he had drained it all. He pulled the boy's pants up for him. Rodger didn't say a word about what Omar had done.

When everyone turned in to get some sleep Omar took Rodger to his room and undressed him completely. When he placed the boy on the bed he undressed himself and allowed the boy to see his slender brown body. The cock and scrotum were almost black. When he lay down with Rodger he kissed him and stared feeling him up. He sucked the boy's cock for a long time. When Omar turned around and guided his black cock towards the boy's mouth the boy knew what was expected. He opened his mouth and felt the head of the cock enter his mouth. The older teenager fucked his mouth until he squirted gobs of cum into Rodger's mouth. Rodger resigned himself to being Omar's sex toy and knew better than to complain.

When they arrived in Saudi Arabia Mahsud had his private physician inspect the boy and gave him a variety of injections against infections along with a chemical castration shot. The boy had no way of knowing that after three shots his testis would be useless. Mahsud had that done to insure that Rodger would be safe to be in the company of his wives and daughters. There was no need to physically castrate males to work in a harem anymore.

The reason Omar wanted Rodger to be neutered was to prolong his youth as long as possible. They had caught him before he had entered puberty. In a short time his testis shrank down to little things and the scrotum looked like a little wrinkled bag under his cock. Omar liked to suck on little cocks more than the adult cocks of men and to fuck them in the ass.

The young Omar had Rodger installed in his room where he relishes sucking the boy's little cock. His own cock was almost adult size and he taught Rodger to swallow his cock down his throat. He also positioned Rodger face down over hard pillows so that he could smear olive oil all over his cock and insert in to the boy's asshole. Rodger cried while being fucked for weeks but eventually was able to take the cock up his ass without much discomfort. He even got a boner when the cock was shoved up his ass. In a short time he even craved having Omar fuck his ass.

He was allowed to dress in Arab garb because the young Sheikh like being able to lift Rodger's robe to expose his bare ass and fuck him or suck his little cock any time he felt like.

Omar and Rodger had a lot of ways to enjoy sex. There were bathhouses to visit. They had plenty of dirt bike motorcycles to tide in the deserts. They would even take camels for rides into the desert where they would set up the flannel tents and have a great time sucking and fucking. Roger was always the bottom and loved being fucked by his dark lover. The young Sheikh shaved his beard to look like his father's beard. For ten years Rodger looked like a young boy but he grew too large to be sexually attractive to Omar but the two of them were best friends and they would share young boys when they partied.

The End

#8
Willy Switches for Fun

It happened when I was invited to the birthday party of the only black boy in my fifth grade class. I thought Kareem asked me to his party because he was the only black kid in the class and I was not one of the popular boys in the class.

The neighborhood had always been a white community until the sixties, after that there had been black families moving into the community. It was hard on the children because they were not welcome in the schools. The teacher can say what ever they want about treating everyone as an equal but the behavior of the children still reflects the prejudiced influents of their families.

My parents didn't object to me going to the party of a black boy. They drove me to his home and even walked me to the door to meet his parents. His father introduced himself to us and greeted us warmly. His name was Jesse Williams. He was a large personable man. He was not six quite feet [1.80 m] tall but his waist had to be close to fifty inches [1.25 m] around. His nappy hair was still black but the mustache was turning gray. He was a very jovial man but never mentioned having a wife. He invited my parents in but they said they had to go.

My mother had bought a gift she felt would be age appropriate for a boy Kareem's. She had wrapped it for me and I was carrying it. Mr. Williams told me that a present was unnecessary but thanked me and my parents very graciously.

Mom kissed me and told me to call them on her cell phone when I was ready to come home. Kareem came into the room to greet my parents before they made their exit. Then Kareem led me to the back yard where there were a number of other black boys and men cooking a barbecue meal. The men were all drinking beer and the boys were playing basketball in the driveway. There was a hoop set up above the garage door. There was something like eight guys playing 4 on 4. They invited me to join them in the game. I was reluctant join them because I would have been the odd player. One of the men drinking beer said he would join us so that it was 5 on 5.

I was not much of a sportsman but I had to make the effort. Boy did they play a close game. When ever a guy would guard me he would stand in front of me or behind me. If he was behind me he would have his hand on my ass. If he was in front of me he would reach behind himself and place his hand right on my crotch. Boy was I getting a thrill. Every guy on the opposing team got a chance to feel my ass and my crotch.

I had been sucking cock for a few years by that time. The rumors about me were that I was a fag, as a result I was did not have any friends. The guys called me dirty names like, cock sucker, fag, fairy and such. Oh! It was okay to stop me on my way home and drag me into a secluded place and force me to my knees and stick their cocks in my mouth but I was not good enough to play with at school.

Being felt up by these black guys was giving me a hard-on. There was a lot of trash talking and trash ball. When guys tried to go for a lay up he would be hacked. Very few penalties were called. But the guys seemed to take it all good naturedly.

When the food was ready the cooks called the game and everyone gathered around the charcoal broiler and filled their plated with meat, corn on the cob and beans before moving to the tables where there was coleslaw, green salad, bread and tubs of cold drinks. Men and boys were either sitting at patio tables and chairs or sitting on the rim of planters. The food was delicious. The meat on the spare ribs practically fell off of the bone and the tri-tip could be cut with a butter knife. I was encouraged to have seconds. Everyone did have seconds, so I did too. The corn was sweet and buttery. There was ice-cream afterwards. Some of the boys were drinking hard lickor and the men didn't seam to mind.

Kareem offered to make me something to drink too. I had only tasted some whisky before and didn't like it but I couldn't refuse his offer. He made me a sweet drink with something called Southern Comfort. It was sweet and only had a little heat in my throat as I swallowed it. After the first swallow it did not burn anymore. It did not take much to make me feel relaxed.

I slowly noticed some of the men and boys were no longer in the backyard. When I noticed a man sitting on a planter with one of the boys my age sitting on his lap it shocked me to see him kissing the boy like I had seen men kissing girls in the movies. I couldn't help getting a hard-on.

Kareem noticed and came to me and asked me straight out, "Is it true that you are gay?"

I knew what that was but was reluctant to admit that I was. In the past when I let guys know I like to suck cock it would either lead to getting beat up or a cock shoved roughly down my throat. The way Kareem asked the question I felt that he was not going to abuse me. I admitted that I did like sex with guys.

Kareem drew me into his arms and kissed me. He was holding me like I was a girl. His arms were around me and one hand slid down my back and he gripped my ass. God my boner was about to rip the front of my pants. Not many guys want to kiss other guys. All they want is for me to suck there cock. A few even tried to fuck my ass but it hurt too much. When the kiss ended he led me into the house where we found his father washing dishes. He dried his hands and pulled the apron from around his waist to greet us.

He led us through the house. I saw men and boys in various stages of undress. I was impressed not only with the sizes of the men's cocks but some of the boys had impressive cocks too. One that caught my eye had a cock no bigger around than a raw hotdog and it was at least six inches [15 cm] long. It was standing straight up from his body as the man playing with him. The man leaned over and sucked his cock.

When we got to the master bedroom and closed the door Mr. Williams told me that Kareem had asked me if he could invite you to his birthday party. Normally we don't allow boys to join us until we know that are one of us. Kareem was insistent that you were gay so I allowed him to invite you. While he was telling me all of that he was undressing himself.

Kareem was taking his clothes off too. I was fascinated by Kareem's father. I had not had sex with a man old enough to be my father before and he was so huge. He was so fat that he actually had tits resting on his big belly. He was very dark with thighs the size of tree trunks. The cock was the thickest one I had even seen. The scrotum was a black wrinkled sack that was holding his testicles against his body like it was cold. The black cock was a good eight inches [20 cm] long with a mauve colored scar where the foreskin had been cut off and the knob was a fat round mauve bulb that looked almost like a door knob with a crack down the middle. He lifted it up and jacked it a few time to make it hard.

Kareem was only an inch or two [5 cm] taller than me. He was slim and just as dark as his father. When he was undressed his cock was a lot thicker than my own and his cock was uncut. The foreskin was a dark wrinkled puckered hose end. The scrotum sack was still a tight little bag that had not dropped either. His pubic area was as smooth as my own. When he was totally naked he started undressing me.

I was shy about being undressed in front of his father. I had never been naked in the presence of a man that old before. It might have been some penile envy, after all both of them had longer cocks than me. Mr. Williams sure had a much thicker cock than me. I could not take my eyes off their cocks.

Kareem and his father eventually got all of my clothes off. I was slightly chubby at that age. My breasts were like a young girls and my body was creamy white as buttermilk except for the freckles across my nose and on my shoulders. I am underestimating the size of my cock but at the time I felt like my cock was like a Vienna sausage. It was not much thicker and a little longer to be honest. My parents had my foreskin cut off at birth. I regretted what they had done to me. I would have loved to have foreskin like Kareem's so that I would pull it back while jacking off.

It was a thrill to have the two of them playing with my body. Kareem told me that the only birthday present he had been looking forward too was getting was me naked and sucking on my cock. He knelt in front of me and started sucking on my cock. He was able to get all of my cock and my scrotum into his mouth. He was using his tongue to stimulate my balls while he was giving me a blowjob.

His father was standing next to me and his big paws were all over my body while his son was sucking my cock. At one point Mr. Williams' big hand was feeling my ass. His index finger slipped down the middle of my sweaty ass. I anticipated where his finger was going and my ass puckered tightly shut. It felt like his finger was every bit as big as my cock. He whispered in my ear to relax or it would hurt. I tried to do as he told me but when his finger pressed against my asshole I thrust forward in effect slamming my pubic bone against Kareem's wide nose. Before I could say anything the finger was all of the way in my ass. I could not get away from the finger because Kareem was blocking my way and my cock and balls were in his mouth. After Kareem was satisfied that he had sucked me enough he pulled back and I felt the cool breeze blow across my wet cock.

When they sat me on the bed I was fascinated my Mr. Williams' cock. It was so big as far as I could judge by the pictures I had seen but his fat belly and the areas above his cock was just as fat. His black pubic hair was tight little coils and there were bumps on the skin like there were ingrown hairs or even pimples. I could not resist wrapping my hand around the shaft and milking his cock. I got a thrill out of watching the black skin rolling up over the mauve colored knob. When I pushed the skin back the knob was wide and when I put my mouth over the knob it was all I could do to get the knob in my mouth. It was thrilling to suck on the largest cock I had ever had in my mouth while I jacked him off. I had sucked cocks that shot cum before so when Mr. Williams squirted his thick white cum all over my face I was not as surprised by that but as I was that his cum was white.

After I swallowed as much as I could and Kareem licked the rest from my face. Kareem got on the bed on his knees with his face resting on the bed. He reached back with both hands and pulled his ass apart to show me his asshole. The puckered skin was very dark and when he stretched it open it was smooth and I could see into his bowl and it looked just like the inside of any asshole I had ever seen. He begged me to fuck his ass so I knelt behind him and started fucking his ass. He was moaning because he was enjoying what I was doing. Mr. Williams got behind me and he licked my asshole while I was fucking his son. I was really enjoying what he was doing but I could not believe that any man would actually want to lick where a boy poops out of. When I was exhausted and could not fuck Kareem any longer I tolled off of him and we lay there hugging and kissing.

Mr. Williams asked me if I had a good time. I assured him that this was the best party I had even been to. He assured me that they had parties like this all of the time. I would be welcome to any party and I could have sex with any boy or man at the party. There was nothing to say so I leaned over and kissed him on the mouth. I loved the feeling of that thick mustache tickling my face. We eventually got dressed and joined the party. It looked like a gay boy's fantasy with all of the naked bodies and most of them were a tangle of arms and legs. I had never realized how many verities of color the skin of black people there were. Some were not much darker than me and others had skin that was very black and even the dark ones varied from dull black to as shinny as fresh paint. They were all lying around recovering from what ever they had been doing.

Eventually they started getting dressed and saying their goodbyes. The boys and men all kissed Mr. Williams and thanked him for a great party and kissed Kareem as they congratulate him for his birthday. When everyone had gone home it was time to call my mother to come and get me. When she arrived she was pleased that I had a good time and invited Kareem to visit me at our home.

My mother had caught me masturbating many times and punished me for abusing myself but that was nothing like what she had done to me the first time she caught me sucking a boy's cock. As much as it embarrassed my parents they had finally given up trying to make me give up being a gay boy. They didn't talk about what I did but they didn't pry into what I was doing either.

Mother even like the respectful way Kareem talked to her. On the ride home she even asked me if I would like to invite Kareem over for dinner. I was thrilled that she was accepting my friend and invited him to dinner the next day at school.

The first time she allowed Kareem to spend the night was the greatest night of my life. We sucked and fucked each other all night. She never asked about the parties at Mr. Williams either but she had to suspect what went on there.

Eventually I even asked Mr. Williams to fuck me like he did his son. It took time to stretch my asshole but eventually he could get it in me. After I was able to endure his cock I was able to take any of the cocks of the other grown men. It didn't make any difference how long they were. None of them were as big around as Mr. Williams was. I was one happy white boy. I would have a cock up my ass another in my mouth and one in each hand. The other men and boys would stand around jacking off so they could shoot their loads all over my body.

By the time I was old enough to cum I had slimmed down and my cock had gotten bigger while my scrotum had dropped along with my voice.

The End

#9
English Boyhood

My mother was fortunate enough to inherit a lot of money from her family, so it was no inconvenience for her to be a single parent to a boy. As soon as I was school age I was sent off to a very reputable school. I came home during the school holidays.

Mum relied on her stockbroker for a lot more than just investment advice. She trusted him implicitly and sought out his advice for a lot of personal matters. When she introduced me to him she made a point to tell me to obey him in all things. His name was Mr. Stoneham. She must have hoped that he would be the father figure in my life. She thought he was an upright gentleman. I even think she asked him to tutor me on the facts of life or the birds and bees' as she would have called it. If only she knew just how he was planning on educating me.

I was impressed by his appearance. He was 50-years old, well dressed. He looked like a typical stockbroker, but sure didn't behave like proper businessman.

The first time he drove me home from my boarding school on holiday I was a lad of 12. He started talking about what I thought about school. He told me he had fond memories about getting to know his professors and chums at school. He was asking me things like; had any of my profs had ever talked to me about sex, did they ever touch me on my private parts, did I enjoy wanking, if I enjoyed seeing my mates naked in the shower, and did my mates play any sex games at night. I was too shy to admit to having sexual thoughts, or that I pulled on my Willy three or four times a day.

Rather than drive me straight to mum's country home, he pulled off the main road and pulled his car into a secluded spot where the car was protected from sight by a stand of trees. His big black Rolls Royce was very roomy. He reached over and placed his big warm hand on my bare thigh below my school short pants. I had never had a man touch me like that before. He wrapped his left arm around my shoulders and pulled me closer so that he could kiss me on the mouth, while his right hand ran up the inside of my shorts.

I can only describe myself as an average boy for my age; light brown hair, hazel eyes, average height and weight for a boy just entering puberty. I had not been circumcised and there were beginnings of a few brown pubic hairs growing above my Willy. When Mr. Stoneham's hand reached my tidy whities and pressed against my Willy. I had a painful little boner. When I didn't resist the kiss or his hand rubbing my boner he got bolder. He withdrew his hand. I regretted the removal of his hand. I was thinking he was going to stop playing with me. Instead he fumbled with the fly of my shorts until he had the zipper down and reached in to pull my tidy whities down and under my little tight ball sack. When he had my Willy and balls exposed he used two fingers and thumb to start pulling my foreskin up and down. My little knob was wet. He was telling me what a nice cock I had for a boy my age. I was more than a little impressed that he thought so highly of me.

When he leaned over and put his head in my lap so that he could suck on me, I almost pissed in his mouth. I sat there dumbfounded. I rested my hand on the back of his graying hair while I moaned my pleasure of what he was doing. He eventually sat up and unfastened his pants and pulled out a nice circumcised cock. He took hold of my hand and had me grasp the shaft. I started pulling the skin up and down just like he had been doing to me. He stopped me after a short while.

He reached over the seats and pulled out a rolled up car blanket and got out of the car. He came around to the left side of the car and spread the blanket on the damp grass before opening my door and led me to the blanket. He undressed me and laid me on the blanket. It was thrilling to feel the cool breeze on my naked body, while I watched him remove his three-piece suit. I saw that he was well hung the moment he pulled down his boxer shorts. It was obvious that he wanted to fuck me. It must have been all he could do to restrain himself. He didn't want to spoil his client's wet dream of being the first to person to give a virgin western boy the sensation of a steel hard brown prick penetrating the young colon.

When he was as naked as me, he mounted my head like a motorcycle and dangled his cock over my head until I understood that he wanted me to suck his cock. When I opened my mouth, that large knob filled my mouth. He resumed sucking my Willy again. We sucked each other for a long time before I felt his cock swell up and squirt something in my mouth. I thought he had peed in my mouth at first. I almost chocked on it before I knew it was not pee. When I spit the stuff out around his cock I saw that it was white and too thick to be pee. I had never seen a man's cum before. He had continued sucked my Willy until I had my first dry cum. I was shaken by the feeling. Eventually we got dressed and he took me home. Nothing more was said about that we had done other that he asked me if I was alright. I answered him by kissing him on the mouth. I worshipped the ground he walked on after that. I would do anything to please him.

One day mum agreed that I needed the company of a man and let me accompany Mr. Stoneham to his London flat for a few days, to see the sights. While I was visiting him we saw all the sights during the day. At night we relished taking off out clothes and playing with each other's cock and sucking each other. I learned to enjoy the taste of his cum. He even bought me some very tight and sexy girl's panties that he enjoyed seeing me wear around the flat. He would take a moist finger and tickle my asshole while he sucked me. He never actually stuck the finger in though. He had plans on what to do about my cherry.

I was completely under Mr. Stoneham's control there was no doubt that I would do anything he told me. To my mortification one afternoon he invited some friends over. He had cold bloodedly used my innocence to prepare me for his plan to bribe a rich Japanese tycoon. To prepare me he had me parade around in my sexy panties in front of the men. They took great delight in playing with the bulge in the panties and stuffing them between the cheeks of my round bum. I was instructed to kneel between one man's lags and suck his cock while jacking off the two men sitting on either side of the one I was sucking on.

Mr. Stoneham must have planned every detail of my seduction before he introduced me to a Japanese businessman Tycoon. The man was looking into investing in a business in the UK. I was used as bait to entice the man into investing with Mr. Stoneham. He had measured my physical development carefully before buying a schoolgirl uniform without my knowledge. I was to be presented to the man like a succulent piece of meat so that the old man could indulge his lifelong fantasy and every fetish he had ever dreamed of.

I was taken by limousine one evening to a country estate that was very impressive and introduced to a Mr. Segura. He was an elderly Japanese electronics firm mogul. The man was not much taller than me, but he was a very well dressed man. His hair was black and cropped rather short. It was brushed to one side. His face didn't look like he had any facial hair at all. Mr. Stoneham assured me that he would be around the rest of the evening but I never saw him again until the next morning.

Mr. Segura was the perfect Japanese businessman. He bowed at the waist when we were introduced. He was very polite to me. We got to see the estate in full before I learned that he had a strong desire to seduce a fresh faced comparatively innocent young English schoolboy like myself. He was taken by my schoolboy shorts. He was very excited to feel my white thighs. His hands slid up them to feel my boner and bum.

He certainly was going to get his money's worth. He lay on the floor and had me stand over him so that he could look up the baggy legs of my shorts. He had a very expensive Nikon digital camera that he used to take pictures of my Willy hanging out of the side of my tidy whities while I was standing over him. When he had enough pictures he sat up and stuck his big round face in the leg of my shorts while he sucked on my little dick and mouthed my little ball sack. After sucking me He wanted me to suck him.

I was taken through a huge gamut of sexual experiences. The man took off his clothes. Under his business suit he and on a white strip of cloth wrapped around his waist and between his legs like a Sumo Wrestler. When he removed that I saw that he had a dark brown cock not much bigger than my own and his black pubic hair was very straight.

I was on my best behavior because I had been coerced by promises of a huge reward afterwards. I knew that I had been practically been blackmailed by my mentor into doing whatever the man wanted. I sucked his cock like the obedient boy I was. He methodically rimmed my bum hole while I was still wearing my white virginal undies by pulling them aside.

When Mr. Segura brought out the brand new schoolgirl uniform that had been bought specifically for me, I had to put it on. The uniform consisted of very tight little French panties that barely contained my little package, a plaid pleated skirt that barely covered my bum, a white blouse with frilly collar, a gray tie, white knee socks and little Mary-Jane flats. I had no option to change, as ordered into the schoolgirl's uniform. The rest of the evening I was subjected to the man's ruthless demands.

He had me suck his cock until he came in my mouth. He felt me up and pulled on my Willy for a long time before he sucked my Willy. He was thrilled that I was un-cut. He drove me crazy with his tongue under my foreskin. At one point he stood face to face with me so close that we were almost touching. He pulled my cock end to end with his and pulled my foreskin over his own cock. He told me that was called docking, as he wrapped his hand around my foreskin and jacked us both off at the same time. It was so strange to feel him cum inside my foreskin. The shin actually swelled up like a little balloon before his cum squirted all over his straight pubic hair. There was some extensive playing before he was ready to continue using me. He even spanked my bare arse, demanding that I beg him to fuck me like a dirty little whore of a schoolgirl.

After I pleased with him to fuck me he eventually he positioned me over what looked like a gym exercise padded horse. He stuck the nozzle of a plastic bottle up my bum and squirted something in me. Then he coated the same liquid all over his stiff cock. When he shoved it into my arse it hurt like hell, but there was no place for me to go. I had to endure the pain until he squirted his cum in my arse. I was fucked three more times before I actually started squirted cum all over the leather horse. I could not believe all of the things he did to me. I had swallowed his cum, had him stick three fingers up my ass, and fucked me until my asshole was raw. I had been photographed and videoed from every angle by a servant while he used me. It was even more embarrassing to be aware that another man was watching and recording every nasty detail of my deflowering. I knew that I had lost my virginity at the age of 12. I was sure I could taste his cum the next day.

Considering the man's age, his staying power was unbelievable. In the morning he dressed me in my clothes and gave me a garment bag with my schoolgirl uniform in it. Mr. Segura said goodbye by kissing me on my bruised lips and gently fondling my sore sphincter. He even gave my flaccid member and little massage. I still had on those sexy little French panties under my school knickers. They were soaked with his cum and my own.

When the limo delivered Mr. Stoneham and me back at the flat, I was overwhelmed with warm hugs and kissed. I had to sit on his lap and tell him every detail about what had taken place. He was so excite about seeing my new school uniform, I had to put it on. He felt me up and pulled down my panties before he had me lay over his tea table so that he could fuck my arse too. It was a good thing Mr. Segura had fucked me so much or I would have died when Mr. Stoneham stuck his cock in my arse.

That was the start on my carrier as a drag queen for older men. I was an adventurous creature and have a built in nature like a fawns feeding in the forest. I was quick to learn that when old men stair at my crotch that the men desired me even if they didn't have the nerve to proposition me. It was obvious when their elderly fingers brushed gently on my haunches or a quick feel of my bum. Any time they did that I would get a boner.

We had two masters at school that would grasp my bare thigh to emphasize a point. Until that holiday I had not realized that they in fact wanted to do the same thing Mr. Stoneham had taught me. The next time I had to visit their rooms during office hours for instruction in conjugating Latin verbs and the other master for help with trigonometry I deliberately left my underwear in my room so that when they squeezed my thigh the felt my naked dick. Both of them could not resist kneeling in front of my wooden chair and pulling the baggy leg of the shorts aside so that they could take my Willy into their wet mouths and suck on me. I just loved the control over the two elderly predators after that. The old dears even let me deposit my youthful cum in their old worn bum cracks.

I induced them into supervising field trips, so that my friends and I could frolic naked in the wooded countryside. Sex was starting to consume me.

The End

#10
Adoption of Jacob

I was adopted by a man that was not married. We lived in Boston, Massachusetts. Dad was a really good looking man. He is tall with light brown hair, green eyes and lots of muscles. We counted a number of men as friends. One of them was an older man I always called Grandpa, even though he was not related to us at all.

Granddad was not as tall as my father. He had gray hair, but he had a great body for a man his age. I wanted to grow up and look as good as him. He lived in Provincetown. That is a small sheltered town on the very end of the fishhook shaped peninsula creating Cape Cod Bay. He would visit us regularly. Sometimes he would drive all the way around the Cape, other times he would use his power boat to cross the bay and Dad would pick him up.

Growing up in an all male setting I became aware of sex very early. There was just something about the way dad and his friends touched me that stimulate my little wiener. I liked the way they smelled too.

I just like being with my dad, his friends and granddad. It was granddad that started teaching me stuff. It may have started earlier I just don't remember. He was a school teacher and would help me with my homework a lot. He was very good with math and science projects. He liked to show me things a lot.

One of those days when school was skipped because of the teachers were having a conference day, I was at home by myself. It was by in the second grade of primary school. I was only eight-years old at the time. My cock was about the size of a hotdog wiener, and my scrotum was a small wrinkled sack held close to my body. I envied grown men because they had hair above their cocks and under their arms. When I was alone I made it a practice to strip off my clothes and masturbating with images of men in my mind. I think I preferred men even then. I didn't know why and I don't think I even wondered why. It seems so long ago, now that I am 14-years old.

That day when the doorbell rang I had to scramble for clothes to get dressed before opening the door. I was pleased to see grandpa but frustrated because I had not been able to play with myself long enough to get that feeling I liked.

Granddad hardly noticed the disarray of my clothes. He asked me if I had any homework to do. There was only the usual math and spelling assignments. But there was one science assignment about naming the major bones on a drawing of a human skeleton. Granddad quickly got me through the first part of the assignment. Rather than simply tell me the names of the bones on the drawing, he felt my body identifying each bone as he felt my arms and legs and such. It tickled when he felt my ribs as he identified them. She ran a finger down my spine and told me the name of each vertebrae bone from my neck to my tail-bone. When he was finished he placed his hand on my crotch.

I still had a boner when he wrapped his fingers around the shaft through my pants. He told me, "This is called a boner but there is no bone inside the tube of meat. Blood fills up the hollow space in the tube to make it hard. My you do have a nice one. Can I show you how to play with it?"

I nodded my head up and down, because I could not say the words.

Granddad opened my pants. He pulled the pants and my underwear down to my knees. He didn't even seem to notice that the underwear was not pulled all the way up and they were inside out. He took hold of my little boner and jacked me off. My foreskin dangled well past the end of my dick until he pulled the lose skin back to expose the little knob. I absolutely loved the feeling of someone else's hand masturbating me.

He asked, "Would you like to play with mine?"

Again I nodded my head.

He said, "You have to tell me what you want me to do!"

I tried to talk but my mouth was dry. I had to swallow before I would speak, "I want to play with your cock Grandpa!"

With that he let go of my dick and unfastened his pants. He shifted he weight to his feet just long enough to pull his pants and boxer shorts down to his knees, before sitting back down.

That was the first time I ever saw his cock. It looked So long and fat to me. There were wrinkles all over the skin. His scrotum was a heavy sack that dangled between his legs, resting on the chair between his legs. The pubic hair was thick and turning gray too. When he took hold of my wrist I didn't resist. I opened my hand and took hold of his cock. He took hold of mine too. He did not have any foreskin. There was a dark scar where the skin had been cut off. We jacked each other off for what seemed like a long time.

When he opened his mouth and started sucking on my dick. I could not believe how good that felt. At that age I could not actually cum. There came a time when his sucking while feeling good became painful. I had to push his head away.

I didn't know what to do after that. Granddad placed his hand on the back of my neck and pulled my head down towards his lap. I knew what he wanted and didn't resist. When I smelled the odor of his warm skin, I don't know how to describe the smell. There was the odor of laundry soap used to wash his underwear. There was just something about the sweaty male essence between his legs that made my dick hard and bouncy. I opened my mouth and took as much of the knob into my mouth as I could.

He allowed me to suck and lick his cock for awhile. As he became more excited he placed his hand on the back of my neck. I did not expect it when he shoved my head down on his cock, driving his cock into my mouth all the way. I choked on it when the head of his cock touched the back of my throat. When he started to cum I pulled my head back and got a face full of cum.

We were still playing with each other when dad got home. I thought I was going to catch hell when he walked in and found me lying on top of granddad's belly sucking his cock for probably the fourth time. We were both sweaty and I was covered in sticky cum. I sprang up and tried to cover my naked crotch with my hands. I feared that dad would strike me.

Dad said in a calm voice, "Jacob you don't have to be afraid of me. I'm just disappointed that I did get to teach you about sex first! Come here and give me a kiss!"

When I went into his arms, dad hugged me and kissed me on the mouth. When he pulled away he chuckled and said, "Boy the two of you must have had a good time. You are covered in cum, and you taste like cum."

Dad took off his clothes and the three of us sucked cocks for the longest time. After that night I slept in dad's bed all of the time. When his friends came over to play cards they started feeling my ass and crotch more. It was not long before they would open their pants during the card games and ask me to suck their cocks for them. I would get five mouthfuls of cum before the evenings would be over.

Long before I was old enough to cum dad took me to bed and fucked my asshole. The pain brought tears to my eyes, but I would not deny him anything. Night after night he would fuck my ass. Granddad also started fucking me too. When his friends visited after that I was getting fucked in the ass while sucking cock and jacking off two at a time. Dad or granddad would be under me sucking my cock for me.

Now that I am 14-years old I am a regular cock whore. I can't get enough. I have even sought out teachers at school.

The End