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Boys will be Boys

By: DickBeninya



Scott was so excited, he had just gotten his first apartment. He didn't really have any special plans or anything, so he called his best friend Matt to come over. Matt brought some smoke, and a 12 pack of beer. They had been best friends for many many years, and they were very comfortable and relaxed around each other.

They were both very buzzed quickly, and as they sat watching TV, and talking Scott suggested they watch a new porno tape he had just purchased. Matt giggled, and agreed that it would be fun so they put the movie in the VCR, and sat quietly drinking while the movie started. 

It was basically a 2 and 1/2 hour collection of blowjobs and cumshots, so the action began right away. As Scott watched the first suck scene, it began to turn him on. His cock began to grow, and it bulged out very noticeably against his tight gym shorts. He felt very nervous and uncomfortable about it, but as his eyes wandered, he noticed that Matt also had a raging hardon which looked as if it were ripping the seams out of his shorts. Matt's eyes met Scott's, and he quickly looked down at Scott's crotch. "Looks like we have a problem," he said laughing loudly. Scott wanted to jack him self off so badly, but didn't know how Matt would react. Matt broke the ice finally, by stroking himself through his shorts. His hand moved up and down his stiff cock as it pressed tightly against his shorts.

Scott felt braver now, and decided to go a step further than Matt. Scott stood from the couch, and lowered and removed his shorts. His 7 and 1/2 inch cock sprang forth slapping loudly against his belly. Matt looked at Scott's stiff cock and stared at it intently. Scott began to stroke himself, moving his fist up and down his cock. His cock throbbed and pulsated wildly as his hand moved up and down the thick shaft. Matt quickly stripped, and his cock was larger than Scott's. Scott's eyes opened widely as he caught his first sight of his friends massive erection. It was a bit over 9 inches long and very thick. 

There wasn't much hair around his cock, and his large balls looked hairless. Scott had never thought about his friend in a sexual manner before, but he suddenly felt a desire to suck his friend's impressive boner. Matt sat down next to Scott on the couch, and began to stroke himself. The 2 men sat next to one another frantically masturbating themselves. Their eyes remained glued on each other's stiff cocks. Scott pressed his thigh against Matt's and softly slid his leg back and forth. The skin contact really turned both of them on. Matt's large cock began oozing precum, and he quickly wiped it away with his fingers. 

Scott's hand softly rested on Matt's thigh. Matt made no movement, and remained silent. Scott froze, not knowing exactly how far he should go. He didn't want to ruin a friendship, but he really wanted to explore his best friend's monstrous cock. Matt maneuvered himself where his cockhead brushed against Scott's hand. This was all the encouragement that Scott needed. He immediately took Matt's enormous cock into his hand and began to stroke him. He had never felt another man's cock before, and it felt quite hot and smooth. His own cock pulsated wildly as he began to stroke Matt's cock. He cupped the large head in his hand and began to squeeze it. His other hand moved towards the thick base of Matt's cock. 

With both hands he began to stroke and squeeze Matt's wonderfully huge cock. Matt softly moaned as Scott's hand expertly massaged his pulsating cock. Matt's hand quickly gripped Scott's cock, and they sat side by side playing with each other. Scott was excitedly pumping his friend's cock with both hands, admiring the enormous swollen cockhead. Matt's precum oozed in a great amount, and Scott felt it on his finger. He quickly brought his finger towards his mouth, and licked the clear fluid. "Mmmmm, he moaned, tasting the sweet fluid. He knew he had to suck Matt's cock, so he moved to the floor, and knelt between Matt's widely spread legs.

He thrust his tongue out, and licked at the enormous cockhead. Matt softly moaned, and thrust against Scott's mouth. Scott felt the hot throbbing erection slide into his wet mouth. Each time it throbbed, it felt so incredible in his mouth. He moved his mouth up and down the thick shaft trying to swallow as much of his friend's massive member as possible. He began to really suck and lick at the pulsating head. Matt began to shake, and he thrust even harder into Scott's mouth. "Oh God, yes" Matt moaned. His cock throbbed wildly, and Scott felt the first blast of hot cum as it shot into his mouth.

The taste was quite pleasant, and sweet. Scott quickly swallowed the sticky cream, and began to move his mouth up and down even faster and harder, while his hand slid up and down his friends thick shaft. The sweet sticky cum continued to squirt wildly from Matt's magnificent cock. Scott was savoring each precious drop as it splashed against the roof of his mouth. "Oh God, that was so good" Matt moaned. Scott didn't want to stop sucking his friend. He realized that from this moment on, he would definitely need a big thick cock on a regular basis. He still liked girls, sure, but this was something that he definitely desired. 

Matt's cock began to slowly soften in his mouth, so Scott allowed it to fall from between his lips. Matt just moaned, and rubbed Scott's hair. Scott's cock was dripping with cum, he had semi climaxed as he sucked Matt, and his cock needed desperate relief. Scott was furiously stroking himself, and Matt quietly slid between his legs. Matt devoured Scott's cock ,and quickly took him all the way into his throat. Scott grunted, and his cum erupted wildly. He came harder than he had ever cum before.

His cum squirted into Matt's throat, and Matt eagerly swallowed his juices. Matt looked up at his friend's face watching him as he climaxed. He sucked Scott until he drained the remaining cum from his pretty cock. He than spit the cock from his mouth. They drank a few more beers, and lit up another joint. As their buzzes peaked, their cocks woke up again. Matt led Scott towards the bedroom, and they laid side by side, facing each other's stiff cocks. They 69'd passionately, hungrily devouring each other's raging hard ons. They climaxed at the same time, each swallowing all of the other's hot cum. Matt spent the night, and they sucked each other 3 more times before daylight.

After breakfast, Scott got into the shower. Matt quickly joined him. Matt soaped up his hand and began to stroke Scott's cock to a full erection. As Scott's hand slid between Matt's legs, he felt Matt's fully erect member. They masturbated one another to a hot climax, cumming all over each other. They rubbed each other's cum on one another's cocks. They then rinsed, and both dressed. Matt had to leave, and Scott felt so sad. He really wanted to spend the day doing some more sucking. Matt promised he would come back soon. Scott watched his friend drive away. His cock was so hard, and he craved some hot cum. He decided he could go out and look for someone to suck.

To Be Continued...

Boys will be Boys



I stood in the corner of the classroom, my hands firmly planted on the top of my head, muttering at the injustice of it all. I had heard that Melbourne Rise was strict, but I was 18 for hells sake, a 6th former, and I had been stood with a view of nothing but peeling paintwork for the last 45 minutes. I heard Ms Porter step back into the room and the blinds of the classroom fall, leaving only the glow of the florescent tubes. "Boy, what did you think you were doing?" Her voice was harsher than before, I could tell this time I was in for it. My response came as a mutter 

"Nothing, it was just..." 

"Just what? A Joke? I'm sure your classmate didn't find it funny, did she?"

"No" I was sulking by this time. I was being spoken to like a child, it had just been guys messing around, and I was taking the wrap. 

"NO MISS, is how you shall address me Blake. I see it is not just your peers you treat with such disrespect but all women. Come to my desk" I walked over to Her desk, lowering my arms from my head I gave them a little rub to regain some of the feeling. "They tried lines with you at your old school I presume?" I rummaged in my satchel with one hand, thinking how particularly cruel it was that my position in the corner had made my arms ache before the hours of endless, repetitive writing. "And that didn't make an impact I see" Ms Porter continued, sat at the chair behind her desk, "I want you to bend over my desk, and we will see if I can't beat some respect into you."

"WHAT??! You can't do that!" I jerked my head up to look at her, she was wearing more make-up and a lower cut top than when she had left the room, and a sick stern kind of smile which made it clear that she could do that. And that I had very few options left. I bent slowly over the desk, taking in her scent as I leant towards her. She stood and walked round the desk and out of my sight behind me, the apprehension was near unbearable and although it could only have been a few seconds it felt minutes had passed before she spoke.

"Blake, earlier today you seemed to think it amusing to expose Miss Hern's underwear to your fellow classmates." This was clearly a statement, not a question, so I kept my mouth shut. "I think it is fair that you shall be in the same state for your caning" 

"WHAT? NO. NO, that isn't going to happen" I spoke these words as I stood up from my position over her desk and turned to face the red haired maths teacher. 

"Yes it is Mister Blake, are you going to cause me problems? Remove your trousers" 

As the refusal to comply came from my lips she spun me round, bent me back over the desk and pinned me there with one hand. I felt her body against mine and a strange sense of arousal came over me as I took in her scent. I shouldn't be turned on by this, she practically assaulted me. I felt hands then. No, just one, undoing my belt, removing it and then she was using something to tie my hands to something on the other side of the desk, stretching me across the wood and pressing my cock against it. I clenched my legs together determined that she would not remove my trousers, but her strength was astounding given her lean stature. My trousers were at my ankles, she ordered me to step out of them, and my boxers did little to preserve my dignity. I snapped my legs back together, determined that she wouldn't see through to my cock, which was, much to my embarrassment beginning to get hard. I was completely vulnerable. I clenched my butt cheeks tight together in anticipation of the cane. 

"Boy, I am going to give you 6 strokes for your behaviour towards Miss Hern, and a further 1 for each time you argued with me over your punishment, so 8 in all. You are to count them and if you miss one I will start again. If you try to avoid your punishment by squirming, I will start again. Don't give me a reason to make this worse boy." 

I heard the cane before I felt it, a swoosh through the air then a thwack as it landed on my clenched buttocks. The pain took a few seconds to emerge a tingle before a sting, as bad as I was expecting, probably worse, sting wasn't the right word for this. The clenching helped. "One, Miss" then "two miss" almost immediately after, I hadn't been ready for that one, I had tensed up just as the cane hit, and she had seen.

"Blake, why are you clenching your buttocks like that? Does it hurt too much?" I wasn't fooled enough by the mock sympathy in her voice to answer "Do you know, boy, what they did to naughty boys who clenched their buttocks during a canning in Victorian times?" 

"No Miss"

"Let us have a little history lesson then." I felt her come close again and lower my boxers, I tried to struggle against her but it was useless, she would surely feel my hard on, now raging against her desk, despite all my natural instincts of displeasure at the situation. Her nail scraped against my cock as she pulled my boxers down, but she didn't mention the state I was in having removed them from around my ankles she took something from her desk drawer. Then walked around again, back out of my sight, and bent to my left leg. I felt myself loose balance as she pulled my leg towards the leg of the desk and tied it securely to it, then my right leg. I was completely tied up and unable to move my arms or legs, but thank god, I could still clench my butt together. I heard the clink of her high heels on the floor and the door opening, but not shutting. I was tied to a desk, naked from the waist down with the door open whilst she went god knows where.

I didn't know how long passed before she returned, carrying something in her hand she stood behind me and I felt her fondle my butt cheeks, spreading them apart "Relax, it will be worse if you don't." worse? What the hell was she going to do with me, with one hand holding my cheeks apart she slipped something cold and wet into my anus, god, what was she doing that for. It started tingling, I tried to clench my arsehole tight to stop her pushing that thing in any further but it kept going in and the tingling had developed in to burning. "This Mr Blake is called figging, the tighter you clench, the more it burns."

"W-what is it Miss?"

"Ginger, 4 inches of it, freshly cut and shaped for your naughty little buttocks." I winced more and she stepped back to retrieve the cane, I had no choice now but to relax, but how much would the caning hurt. Determined to stay relaxed I awaited the 3rd Stroke of my punishment. And it came. Harder than the last two on my now bare and figged bottom.

"Ahh shit, fuck, oahh, th-three miss" I had been relaxed for the stroke, but clenched on the ginger, getting the worst of both sensations. And yet still, my cock was throbbing, desperate for some attention, If I could get through this I could go home and take care of it. For a moment the sexual desire took over the pain.

"That was not three, boy, we had to start again, and your appalling language has done little to help you, counting is clearly too difficult for your hormone crazed brain to handle- that's right, I have seen how hard your little dick has got from me punishing you. Let's try it again, 5 more strokes. " She came round to the front of me, and placed in my mouth my boxers, they were wet with my pre-cum and it tasted dirty in my mouth, I was considering using my tongue to move them out when they were taped firmly in place and she instructed me to remain silent. 

The first three came in quick succession, one after the other in the delicate fold between leg and cheek, the sting of the cane mixed with the burn of the ginger, to leave me in a state of sexual agony. My anticipation of the next stroke forced my buttocks to clench hard around the ginger, intensifying the burning sensation and immediately making me relax in an attempt to dull the pain. She waited for that moment before she struck. This stroke came firmer than the previous three and was immediately followed by another swift blow. I was past half way, as the 6th stroke came, hard my body thrust forward the fraction of the inch it could, my cock, trapped between my body and the desk and inexplicably hard rubbed pleasurably against the hard oak. I let out a low moan through my boxers taped in my mouth, somewhere between pain and sexual desire. Ms Porter heard and let out a disapproving chuckle, but I continued thrusting my cock in an attempt to gain some release from the situation.

As the 7th stroke hit my now surely reddened bottom it added to my sense of arousal, the pain had been overwhelmed by the sexual urges coursing through my body. I awaited the 8th, in my position I was unable to see Ms Porter, but I felt her hand, cold against my burning cheeks, making its way towards the ginger plug. And then the pain intensified. She was fucking my arse with the ginger, renewing the sensations that had begun to subside. Then finally it came. My 8th and final stroke of the cane. It was in fact, my 11th stroke, and my arse burned and stung like I had never felt it before and my cock was hard and pressed against the table.

Then Ms Porter spoke. "Well done, boy. You dealt with that well in the end. Was it really worth making all that fuss over?" 

I tried to speak, but through the fabric pressed between my lips it was no more than an incomprehensible murmur. I wasn't going to argue. My cock was too hard and my body ached too much for me to do anything. I found myself grateful for the restraints. They now kept me from falling to the floor.

"However, I am disappointed at this." She spoke as she reached underneath me and cruelly prodded my straining cock. "It seems I have done little to teach you in the long term about the consequences of your sexualisation of women. Maybe that would require a further session of a slightly different nature..."



Boys Will Be Boys



Tension, you feel it in the small of your back, when legs thrash across the bed. Tension is in the forearm, in the bicep with burning pain that contrasts releasing the sublime build in the loins. There is tension in the gap between the beginning strokes and the electric release of ejaculation. There is a tension that rides me like a jockey. A persistent nagging in the back of my head, that leaves me light headed. It sits below my stomach, and reverberates outward. The Tension. I know of only one way to get rid of it and that is masturbation. My need of resolve that tension forces me to find time to jack off at least four to five times a day. Some days it's seven. 

Must have something to do with being in my early twenties. I don't know exactly what it is but when I see a pretty girl, or women, I go crazy. My mind goes blank, and all I can think of them bent over the nearest piece of furniture moaning as they pleasure themselves. My breathing goes ragged my pulse quickens and I get dizzy. I then have to run to the nearest place of privacy I can find, whether it be my room, the bathroom, or my car. Shopping for clothes is a nightmare as usually the only place go to is the changing room. Double so if its swimsuit season. There were several times when I almost got caught masturbating at the beach while looking as some gorgeous young women. It was getting pretty bad. 

Living at home didn't help much either. You know how the story goes, poor college student, little money, stays living with their parents. The major difference is that my parents where effectively separated as my father went off to Tibet, or was it Kenya? He just left a note one day saying "Have to go, see you later." And that was that. Occasionally we got a chunk of gold in the mail, with a hasty scrolled note about pirates or something. So really that just left me and my mother, who if I had to describe her in one word would have been understanding, that and Blond. 

Today was my day off from class, and I was jacking off again. This time it was from a video of a beautiful red head that just happen to have a really low cut shirt. I was in the living room knowing mom was out and I figured what the hell. There I was lost in my own fantasy about a girl who just showed up briefly in the screen. I had invented a whole fantasy around her. One where she stripped slowly for me, whispering my name. 

"Michel, Michel," My fantasy girl whispered as she sashayed in my mind's eye. "Michel, Michel, you're so big," My breath quickened with my strokes. Pants around my ankles and tissue in my hand. "Michel, Michel," My dream girl said pressing her breasts together. "You like these tits Michel?" Bending and twisting to my every desire she was pliant to the wants in needs of my imagination. "Michel, Michel," I was lost and close to the edge. The noise of the television was a dim roar. She was masturbating, meeting my eyes. "Michel, Michel!"  She moaned! 

"Michel!" I heard my mother gasp at seeing me jerking off right in the middle of the family room.  This is it, I thought to myself. Anna My Mother had caught me jacking off on her leather couch. This is the moment I die. A moment past and I was still alive. "Well pull your pants up, I can't talk to you like that," I did so. She had gotten a haircut. She had gotten it short and it looked cute. My eyes dropped downward and besides the deep cut white blouse she was wearing, every other garment from her skirt to the high heels, accentuated her sharply figure. Once again the tension returned, compounded by the inability to finish. All this lust, and anxiety, and the realization that that I was now seeing my own mother as a target for my lust was finally telling me that I might have a problem. 

"Michel please come with me to the kitchen table," She said walking to the other room. I was distracted by how her swaying hip before I followed after her. My mother was sitting at the table, her posture was stiff, her hands folded on the lace cover of the cedar table. I sat down myself trying not to make eye contact. 

"I don't know what to say," I said. "Am I in trouble?" 

"No you're not in trouble. You are an adult, you don't need someone to punish you when you have been bad. You need to learn from your own mistakes. However I don't see this as a mistakes. Boys will be boys, and I know it can't be easy finding company while living with your mother," She said with a surprising calmness. "Am I right?" 

"Yeah," I muttered. 

"That is to be expected. I know at your age and you being a man you have certain needs. I know this because all four of my brothers where ravenous horn dogs," I was a little uncomfortable where my mother was going with this. "My point is, I know how much young men manage their own lust. I also know that a women handy helps the process out immensely." 

"What," I said taken completely by surprise. 

"How often do you masturbate," She asked changing the subject, locking eyes with me. 

"Well," I said averting my gaze, and only finding the groove in her cleavage before quickly looking away. "About, five to six times a day," Upon hearing this my mother took a moment before letting out a sigh. 

"Five to six times a day?" She gasped, "It's no wonder you didn't get caught sooner. I suppose these sessions are not all at home?" 

"No there pretty sporadic in their locations," I said shrugging my shoulders. "Sometimes I jerk off at school, other times when I'm around town, I can't help it. I see something arousing and I go stupid. I can't think strait and my only drive is to get relief." 

"Well we can't have that. I know you're an adult, but if you're that out of control I think it would be prudent if I came in and set down some ground rules. For your own protection so you're not getting in to trouble with the law. Does that seem reasonable to you?" She asked, I nodded knowing, this probably meant counseling. I was quite surprised on her proposal. "Now rule number one, you are no longer allowed to masturbate outside the house." 

"I don't know if I'm capable of doing that," I said. "When I'm out in the world there is so many triggers. Especially since its summer times, girls are wearing less," That's when she grabbed my hand. 

"Michel. Part of this is redirecting your urges. Out in the world is just not appropriate for that kind of activity," She said, her touch sending an electric shock up my arm. My eyes locking with her cleavage again, this time I refused to look away. "Do you understand, it's just not right for a growing man to be doing such things outside the privacy of their home?" 

"I understand, I said, I just don't know if I can do it is all." 

"Well that is where rule number two comes in. You see, as I said I had brothers, I know the pressures on young men, I understand that need for release. So," She said taking her hand back, and clasping them in her lap. "As long as you are in this house. You may masturbate, whenever, wherever, and however you like." 

"Say what now?" I said flabbergasted, 

"You can freely masturbate however you desire as long as you are in this house," She said turning red in the cheek. 

"Mom, that sounds crazy, what if your home," I said. 

"If I'm home so be it, I'm not here to stifle a young man's urges, nor am I going to get in the way of them. If I happen to be in the room, you can either leave to another room, or you can satisfy yourself while I am present." 

"I can't believe I'm hearing this," I said. Despite my shock I hopped this wasn't a dream. "So if I'm correct, if I pulled my cock out now and began to jerk it you wouldn't care?" 

"Well I wouldn't stay and watch if that's what you're asking. I'm just saying I wouldn't mind. I would probably go off and do some chores until you're ready to continue with this conversation. Is that what you were going to do or is this merely a hypothetical?" She asked, still red cheeked. 

"Just wondering," I replied. "So what's rule number three?" 

"Well I was picturing this as a flexible list of rules that can be added to at any time. The first two should be alright for now. That being said, the first rule is Iron clad. The second rule is incentive. You break the first rule, you don't get the benefits of the second." 

"I suppose that makes sense, but well, there is something I have to ask." 

"Ask away," She said. 

"Well, what do you expect will come out of this?" I said curiosity getting the better of me. 

"Well for starter, it will keep you from getting into trouble with the law. That's the short term, the long term I would imagine you will eventually be able to regulate those urges, and no doubt eventually meet a girl you will have wild, safe sex with, and you won't need these silly rules anymore. Until then," She said standing up. "I will be here, your incredibly understanding mother, who knows boys will be boys, and it's up to the women in their life to accommodate that. Now do we have a deal?" She asked sticking out her hand. I tentatively shook it.  

"Excellent, now if you don't mind I have some chores to get to," With that she walked toward the laundry room, leaving me in the kitchen bewildered and horny. I still didn't know if that was a dream, or a fucked up joke. So I silently whisked my way upstairs to my room. Where I proceed to get rid of one of the biggest boners I ever had in my life, imagining the cute red head form before.   

*

I had fallen asleep. The stress and the pent up energy released with ejaculation was too much for me and sleep took me into her bosom. It was past noon when I awoke and felt grimy. In the shower I had time to think about the state of affairs I was in. Why did my mom propose such a strange plan? What did she mean by this being easier with a women handy? If masturbation is alright are other things on the table? All these thought tumbled through my head, like a net trying to catch sand. Without really thinking I began to stroke myself. Upon realizing this, I let go. The goal was control here. Finishing my shower, I dried off and wore something appropriate for the warm weather. Heading down stair, I found mom in the living room, she had apparently been working up a sweet on something, as she was fanning herself with a magazine. 

"Oh, there you are Michel!" She said delighted. "I see you had yourself a nap," She said giving a sly smile. "Maybe something more." 

"Yeah," said sitting down next to her. Trying to not let my embarrassment show. 

"Oh don't be like that I was only teasing," She said going back to fanning herself. "Anyway, this heat has been killer," She pulled on the V of her blouse and began a similar motion with her fanning, but it had the added effect of making her breasts jiggle. Watching this action for a moment, I began to wonder. Is she really serious about this deal? Maybe this would be a good time to test it out. The idea still sent a shiver of terror through me, but between terror and lust, lust won out. I pulled my pants down. 

"Michel what are you...oh...OH! Well OK, don't let me disturb you," She said going back to her fanning. I took my pants off and headed to the kitchen. My heart punching my ribcage. I grabbed a paper towel and came back to the living room. Mom had turned on the television, and was flipping through channels. Sitting back down I reached in my underwear trying not to look at Mom. She isn't stopping me. Grabbing my prick I pulled it out and began to play with it absent mindedly. Not really thinking about anything in particular. Honestly I had not expected to get this far. Once I was hard and solid my thought turned to old tried and true fantasies.

An old favorite of my involved spontaneous sex at an amusement park. The fantasy involved me mounting a women while we rode a roller-coaster, with each diving fall and rise her pussy would tighten.  Never mind that I hadn't been on a roller-coaster for years, but that was the fantasy. I would ride and group freely, her excitement increasing as she rode the coaster. However things were different. The passenger next to me was my mother in both the fantasy and the real world, watching the pleasure I was giving myself. I couldn't shake the idea from my head. Her their watching, trying to make it seem as if she wasn't.

I had to check, and sure enough when I opened my eyes and looked at her she was staring at me. Quickly, as someone trying to cover their staring she turned back to the television. She was watching me. Not surprising if someone was wanking next to me, I probably would not be able to ignore it. I assumed the same for mom. My gaze scanned over her body, following her neckline to her ample breasts as they heaved with her quickened breathing. She knew, I thought, she knew she was under scrutiny. The smell of shampoo from her recent hair cut hit my nose, causing me to double my strokes. The sound from the leather couch squeaked with my motion, a sound so obvious no one could mistake it for anything else. Closing my eyes, I just let the moment sink in. It was too much, I came with unexpected force. Instinct more than anything else allowed me to catch my spunk in the paper towel if not I would have come all over the coffee table and most likely the floor. Sitting there, I decompressed from that euphoric experience. A small cough, awoke me from that state and dragged me back down to the here and now. 

"You want me to throw that away," My mother asked as if I was holding something no more offensive then a candy wrapper. 

"Yes," I stammered, she reached out and grabbed the drenched paper towel. "Oh my. How many times have you come today?" 

"Three," I said still panting a little. "Why do you ask?" I can't believe I was having this conversation with my mother. 

"Well this is just such a high volume of sperm. No wonder you masturbate all the time, if you didn't you would probably be soar and aching twenty-four seven," She walked out the room, no doubt to throw the towel away. I just sat there, not really watching the television. Instead I was thinking of how weird everything was getting. "I now see that this more than just a young men's lust. This is a necessity for your wellbeing," She sat back down next to me. I reached to put my pants back on but she reached over placing a hand on my arm. "You don't have to do that," she said a little too quickly. "I mean I want you to be as comfortable as you can be in these trying times," Trying times I thought to myself. Was my sexual gratification really qualify as trying times? 

"Mom," I said little hoarse. 

"Yes," She asked, pretending to watch the show. 

"Why didn't you just let me, throw away that load?" She didn't answer, she just sat watching the show. "It just that this situation is pretty weird and you keep doing weird stuff like allowing me to masturbate in front of you and disposing my cum." 

"Do you not want me to throw your loads away?" Loads? This simple word put me on the defensive. 

"Well I'm not going to object if you're willing." I said, and before I could continue she interrupted again. 

"Then it's settled, that will be rule number three if I'm around when you blow a load, I'll dispose of the spunk," I was just so blown away by all this. 

"Oh, OK. Well that still doesn't answer my question," 

"Well, I just want you be comfortable. As I said earlier today that when it comes to men managing their lust, it is much more convenient to have a women around. Especially if that women knows what she is doing," A beeping noise sounded from her purse. "Oh shoot, that sounds like my afternoon appointment alarm. Well I have to go," She stood up and kissed me on the cheek. "Be sure to take care of your other needs like studying. I'll be home just before dinner time. Bye Sweetie, I love you." 

"Bye. I love you to." Then she left, the shutting door sending an echoing reverberation throughout the house. Leaving me confused, horny, and without pants. 



The rest of the day was filled varies activates. I switched from homework, to reading, and back to back to masturbating. It was like clockwork. The darkness of evening was starting to creep closer, when Mom finally got home. The front door, signaling me to her arrival. Coming downstairs, I met her putting her purse down. 

"Hi sweetie, how was your afternoon? Did you get all your work done?" She asked heading into the kitchen. 

"Yep, all my T's are crossed and all my I's have been dotted," I said following he. "Any idea on what dinner is going to be?" 

"Oh I figure we can whip up some pasta. Throw a salad together and call it good. How does that sound," She said looking at me with a small smile, her red lip stick popping off her face. 

"Yeah that sounds good," I replied. "Do need me to help with anything?" 

"No I think I should be able to do it all, it's a fairly simple meal after all. Would you mind keeping me company?" 

"Yeah I can stay," I said as she began pulling out a large pot and a cutting board. She then proceeded to busy herself with the preparation of the night's meal. I took a seat on a stool next to the counter. "So what was your appointment for?" 

"Well I met with some clients of mine, I walk them through the eighteenth street       

House, you know that four bedroom? Well anyway I showed them through the house gave a little history of the neighborhood. A pretty normal business meeting," She said, she grabbed a knife and began cutting vegetables. I was sitting directly behind her, and as she began to cut I could see her ass give a little shake. I was immediately hypnotized. 

"Do you think it's a sale?" I asked trying to stay focused on the conversation. 

"I don't think so, the couple might be better suited for a smaller, house. Maybe the one on Voight Street," I pictured lifting up that skirt of hers to get a better look at her sharply ass that continued to bob. Slowly I unzipped my pants, grabbing my dick in my hand I began to stroke my suddenly hard penis I was starting to enjoy this freedom to jerk off where ever I liked, and I was getting over the fact that my mother turned me on so much. I definitely loved her, I don't think I was in love with her. It was a normal mother son relationship that had a very abnormal sexual dimension. It was strange having the two chains of thought running through my head. On the hand she was Mom, caring, understanding, my mentor, my supporter, and my friend. On the other hand, she was a sexual object, huge tits, round ass, and soft smooth skin. This new system allowed me to combine her into one entity. I wanted her to support my sexual desires, as I just cum, and cum, all over her. 

It was too late when I relieved I was ejaculating, it couldn't have been a minute of staring at her ass and I had already come. Worse yet, I had not thought to grab a towel. I just released myself on the kitchen floor. White cum was shown in sharp contrast with the hard wood floor. Three solid lines that shot out about a yard away. Shit I would have to clean that up. Then it hit me. 

"Mom, I'm sorry to interrupt but rule number three," I said tucking my cock back in my pants. 

"Rule number three?" She said turning around, following my line of sight and seeing cum on the floor. She froze for several seconds, just staring at the big thick lines of cum. "I see. Rule number three," Locking eyes with me she grabbed a paper towel.  "Well rules, are rules," Kneeling down she whipped up my spunk in three easy motions. "I hope you're not going to make a habit of coating the floor with your cum," I said nothing to this. She didn't ask, or even tell me not to. I could probably come on whatever surface I wanted and if she was around she would be obligated to clean it up. Standing back up she threw the towel away. 

"Do you think that will be all tonight?" She asked going back to chopping vegetables. 

"Maybe," I replied. It ended up being the last load for the night. Five times being my regular, I was beat. This morning I was hiding my masturbation and slightly ashamed of my actions. Now I could come wherever I wanted on whatever I wanted, and not only would I not be admonished, but encouraged. It made me feel. Powerful. 




Boys Will Be Boys



The rest of the evening was uneventful, as we talked about this and that. We ate dinner, mom not saying another word about me squirting cum on the hard wood floors. After dinner I excused myself and went to bed. Lying there in bed I found myself thrilled by the events in my life. However, tomorrow is the test, for I would have to resist masturbating out in the real world when I go school.  



I was awoken by the harsh beeps of my alarm clock. Tapping the button the silenced that infernal beast I rolled out of bed. Morning wood pushed through my pajama bottoms, but I was too busy preparing for the day. It was seven o'clock and class started at nine. I drifted into the hallway bathroom, and lurched into the shower. The warm water covered me like a curtain, and began to clean myself. My morning erection had not gone away, and was flying at full mast bobbing about with my washing. My morning wood unlike most was particularly distracting as I had quite of bit of pressure backed up from the night before. 

This was usually the most important jack off of the day. Kind of like the first meal of the day. It set the standard for appetite. You eat in the morning your less hungry around lunch. You skip breakfast you are ravenous around lunch. Same principle was in play about my masturbation.

I started going at it using the soap I had a lubricant, massaging my dick and all its swollen glory. Then it hit me, how my life had changed the day before. Mom would clean up my spunk if I was around her. The realization turned me on. I could get out and drop a load next to her, however I was already in pretty good stroking so I continued on in the shower. Eventually I lost it and I came releasing my seed. Heavy breath stuck to the inside of my lungs. Steading myself kicked the sticky clumps of jizz that solidified with the contact with water. Taking a minute I just let the warm water cover me as I caught my breath. 

Exiting the shower I promptly got dressed in light clothes and headed downstairs, drawn by the smells of cooking breakfast. Mom stood over the stove working with speed and precision. She was usually awake before I was. She was meticulously dressed, perfumed, and wearing just the right amount of makeup to enhance her features. 

I was momentarily startled by her short blond hair. Forgetting she had cut it yesterday, I was struck by that being the smallest change to our life style. Just seeing Mom made me horny. I was still too fatigued from my last session in the shower, so I simply absorbed the sights before me, and let my eyes dance over her back. 

"Hay mom," I said steeping in the kitchen. "What are you cooking?" 

"Mushroom and ham omelets," She said. "How does that sound," She smiled back at me. 

"Sounds great, anything I can help with?" I said moving up behind her. That musky scent of her perfume subtly tantalized by sense. I was probably too close to her. 

"You can clean the pans when I'm done," She said turning back to her cooking. "Unless you need to do something other activity that I would have to clean up," The implication of what she was saying struck me dizzy.  She said she wouldn't try to stop my carvings. I never expected her to encourage me. I leaned in next to her ear. 

"I already took care of myself in the shower," I whispered, taking a deep breath of her scent. "So I think I will do the dishes," She slid the first of the two omelets on plate. 

"Well you better eat this first.  I want you fed and the dishes sparkling before you leave for class," Taking the breakfast I sat down and started eating breakfast at slow pace. After all breakfast is the most important meal of the day. Soon enough Mom had finished her own dish and sat right next to me at the kitchen table. "So, you have already cum once today. Will that be enough to keep you from temptations?" 

"Hmm?" I swallowed the morsel in my mouth. "I hadn't thought about it. I mean I should be able to resist." 

"Should is no guarantee, I need a definitive answer on this," She said the calmness making the conversation that much stranger.  

"I guess I won't, I'll try to think about baseball or something." 

"Good, that is much more reassuring. However this is an honor system. You don't get the benefits of rules two and three if you don't hold up your end of the bargain," Wiping away a spec of food she stared at me with all seriousness. "You must be truthful. After all there is no way that verify it on my part." 

"Don't worry," I replied matching her intensity. "After all if I lied that would mean I was taking advantage of your generosity." 

"Well that good to here." She smiled. 



The heat was killer in the class room. The college was renovating the air duct system, so all the tiny windows where open, and everyone was stripping down to the bare minimum of societies standards. This meant a lot of girls wearing spaghetti strap shirts, short shorts, and thin skirts. I didn't know where to look. So I didn't look any wear I just kept my nose in my notebook.

For the first two hours I was fine, but my eyes began to inevitably wonder. I followed the tan lines on the back of the girl in front of me. She must have been on the swim team as the tan lines made a very distinctive imprint on her skin. I caught myself staring and hopped I was the only one to do so. I didn't want to start throwing off that creeper vibe. I looked back at my notes as they just blended together.

I pictured my class mate in her swim wear her long black hair tied back. The wet swim suit clinging to her skin making it chill. Her nipples hardening making a pleasing convex on her round tits. She would laugh and dive in the pool, where I would dive in after her naked. Racing around the water she would let me catch her and we would begin to make out. My hands invading the insides of that suit, as our tongues met and I pinched those hard nipples. I looked at watch. Five minutes had gone by.

Shit I wasn't going to make it to the end of the period let alone the end of the day. I unobtrusively left for the restroom during the middle of the lecturer. Walking briskly but not noticeably to the restroom, finding the nearest stall I pulled my pants down and immediately started jacking off. Once again I was imagining that swimmer girl. I had pulled down her straps and began necking with abandon. Slipping between her legs, I brushed aside the fabric of the suit that separated me from her slippery inner walls. My place of imaginary release. 

The opening of the restroom door shook me violently out of my fantasy. I immediately froze. Just listening to the other guy do his business. It got me thinking. Here I was sitting in a dirty stall, trying to get off to one of the girls in my class. My higher brain was in rare form, as my lower head rarely lets such thoughts not regarding sex enter it. 

Mom said, if I could hold it I would get the benefits of rules two and three. As I proved last night, she would clean up even the messiest of spills. She also said that this was an honor system and there would be no way she would be able to find out if I broke my promise by jerking off outside. The other guy left, leaving me with my dick in my fist. Yes I could continue jacking off, and I could also lie to her about not doing so and getting all the benefits. This time my higher brain won. I decided that not only would I not lie, but I would wait till I got home. I'll just pay extra attention to the lecture. For all three classes today. 

Getting back I immediately zoned in and began to work in earnest. It didn't help much, it helped a little I guess, despite flashes of tits, and asses in my brain. 



Home. Finally. Turning into the drive way I half ran inside. Slamming the door shut, I pulled down my pants and immediately started jerking off. I made it. I actually made it. The consequence for my temperance was a swollen dick and blue balls. I was backed up something fierce as my usual routine of masturbating at school at least twice was interrupted. As I jacked off I just thought of tits bouncing and hips swaying. There was no face attached to these images that ran through my mind, that is until my mother came down stairs wearing a grey blouse and skirt that left a tantalizing amount to the imagination. 

"Oh," She said seeing me leaning against the door. "So how was your day? I am guessing it was difficult?" I nodded. "Well at least get to the couch," She said walking out into the living room and out of my sight. Denied a female body to look at I followed her. She sat on the couch and picked up a magazine. Moving closer to her I saw that it was porn magazine. I didn't even know they still made those. "If you're so intent on release maybe this will help," She said handing it to me.

I grabbed it and sat down next to her. Opening to random page. The magazine itself was surprising, but then she pushed a box of tissues and a bottle of lotion over to me across the table.  The back of my mind realized the boundaries between me and my mother where dissolving. She was definitely encouraging me. To jerk off in the public areas of our home. "I decided to pick up some supplies while I was out, the lotion and tissues where easy. I had to go to a specialty shop for that magazine. The man behind the counter didn't even bat an eye. Must be the age we live in," I quickly grabbed a tissue as I felt the need for release was coming. Grunting, I managed to catch the sticky ropes making a mess in my hand. The Jizz shot through the thin tissue, making my hand slimy with cum in the process. Three, four, five, six shots later I was toast. 

"I'm done," I said sticking out cum covered hand with the tissue in it. "Rule number three you have to clean up after me." 

"I remember the rules," With that she took the tissue in her hand, and was about to walk off. 

"Wait, you forgot the rest of the mess on my hand," She turned around, looking down at my hand which was smeared with my seed. She leaned down giving me a great view of her cleavage while she cleaned off the remaining jizz. 

"You could have just washed your hands," She said wiping up the sticky mess. When she was done she had a large ball of tissues in her hand. "Looks like I will need to get the extra thick tissues," She walked away no doubt to the kitchen to throw away the sticky mess. I was still half hard and looked over at the lotion. I was feeling a little chaffed so I began to apply the lotion directly on my penis. It felt great, then it started feeling really great. 

"Oh my, again?" I heard my mom say as she came back in. "But the last time was so soon." 

"Just applying some lotion," I said looking back at her. "So, how was your day?" 

"Pretty uneventful really. That is until you walked in. Judging by how you had to rush inside to relive yourself I assume you held your end of the bargain?" 

"Yeah, I almost didn't make it." 

"Well I'm glad you did, what did you do to keep your pants on?" She asked, leaning down to adjust a slipper, my eyes followed her long nylon covered legs. 

"Well, I just didn't look up from my notebook. I didn't think I have ever taken so many notes before." 

"Well that good," She smiled at me. "So what does that make, only twice today?" 

"Yeah, that second one though, I mean wow! I haven't felt that good masturbating in quite a while." 

"See what a little restraint will get you, not that you need to here," She stood up, "Well I just wanted to cheek on you, I was doing some business in the office that should keep me busy for the rest of the day. If you need me you know where to find me." 

"Alright. I guess get some work done." 

"Alright, and remember, rule number two allows you to take care of your business wherever and however you wish," She said smiles before walking off. I just watched the sway of her ass as she traversed the stairs up to her office. I put my pants on and went to the kitchen table and got working on the day's homework. 



About an hour later I felt the old stirring in the loins. Figuring it was time for a break I got up and went back into the living room and looked at the magazine my mother had gotten me. It was pretty good magazine, it showed beautiful women in their own right, yet where most definitely doctored by photo shop. I looked at the tissue, realizing I could just rub one out, right here. However I had gotten used to rule number three. Paging through found page where one of my sticky robes at landed on one pages. Must have got through somehow with that tissue being so thin. I had an idea. The model with the splotchy wrinkle where cum had landed was very erotic. I then looked back at those thin tissue had an idea. It was probably a wrong idea. However I realize could probably get away with just about anything. Grabbing the tissue box I headed upstairs to where mom was. Taking off my pants I left them on my bed before entering her office. She was working on her computer working spreadsheets, and finical matters no doubt having to do with her frequent house sales. Walking up behind her and placing the tissue box at my feet, I just watched her work for a moment. 

"Hi Michel," She said not looking up from her work. "Do you need anything?"  

"Yeah" I said reaching over her shoulder, and putting my hand on her own. "I need to use your computer." She looked back at me. 

"Can it wait, I'm right in the middle of some very important work." She said turning back to the screen. 

"I bet, but I need it so I can make use of rule number two." 

"Oh," Said quietly. "Can't you use that magazine I bought you?" 

"I can," I said moving her hand with the mouse, and opening up and Internet page. "What I really want to do is look up some really sexy models in lingerie. It's a different kind of experience then just looking at nude models." 

"Then I guess I'll get out of your way," She said attempting to stand up. I placed my hands on her shoulders, and pushed her back into her seat. 

"I'm sorry mom, but you're an important part to this process." I was still holding shoulder, and rubbing them slightly. 

"Not really, I'm only really important for the last part," Nervously laughter creeping in voice. "You, really don't need me here look up porn." 

"It's not porn mom, they're models. You see the mouse is right handed, and jerking with the left hand isn't as satisfying or as quick. So every time I want to change the picture I have to stop the process and pick a new one," I leaned next to her ear, her perfume filling my nose. "I need you to change the pictures for me." 

"What?" she said turning to look at me "I don't think I should, I mean it can't be that time consuming." 

"Yeah, but this falls under the jurisdiction of rule number two. I believe the phrase was whenever, wherever, and however I want. I want you to change pictures while I jerk off myself off behind you." 

"I didn't expect to be an active participant in your sessions. I mean my brothers," she stopped and cleared her throat and with it the panic that was coming with it. "Let's just say there was a similar situation with them and they never had me do anything like that." 

"Interesting," I told to her. I then reached over her, and started typing a well know website that had all the best lingerie for women. "But I'm not your brothers, and I'm making an awfully big sacrifice with the current restriction of not masturbating outside of the house. I was accustomed to a certain level of consistency. The benefits of rules two and three should out way the sacrifice. Don't you agree?" 

"I mean, I guess," She stammered a little. "In theory anyway." 

"Great, then pick on that blond nightie, and stockings," I said rubbing her shoulders. Slowly, mom grabbed mouse again and moved the cursor over the image of the blond in question. Enlarging the image I got a great view of the beautiful women legs. I was nursing a rather thick boner all through the conversation I began to fondle myself. I still kept a hand on her should as I looked at the images of beautiful women.           

"What do you think of that one mom?" I would ask, she would say it was nice or not. She was uncomfortable with the situation. I could tell. It was her passivity that turned me on more than the pictures on that glowing screen. If she really didn't want this would simple get up and leave. That's not to say she is enjoying this, but she is enduring the situation. I was curious to see just how far I could go, while at the same time not going too far. I leaned over and began to kiss her head, as I pleasured myself. At first she said nothing, she just kept enlarging the pictures I pointed out. Slowly I moved down and began to kiss her neck. 

"Michel, are you almost done?" She asked, wiggling away from my kisses that kept gracing her neck. I grunted in the negative as I kept kissing her. These where definitely not mother son pecks, these growing more and more sexual. Mom had stopped clicking on pictures altogether. This won't work I thought to myself. 

"Mom type in this address," She did, she didn't know this but it was really a video link to a sight that did strip shows. Picking a girl at random, I held mom's neck in my left hand stroking that smooth skin. The video came on, the show began, I ignored it but I made sure mom was watching it. I began licking her neck, and heard mom draw in a sharp intake of breath. She had been breathing heavily, steadily getting deeper and deeper. I looked at the monitor and caught Mom's reflection in it. Her eyes where transfixed on the screen. I could see my hand on her neck as I licked and kissed it. I probably could have reached down and groped her breast but I think we were both a little overwhelmed. I began to suck on her neck, as my pace quicken on my cock. Several minutes had past and the strip tease on the monitor was at its climax. I was not far behind, I reached down and grabbed a tissue and stepped back from mom. Grunting I took that thin tissue that was too frail to stop my jizz and aimed for the back of moms head at her hair. 

My release met the thin tissue and passed right past it. Hot ropes of cum landing right in my mother's hair, the first shot stunned her, then she was hit again by the second, and the third she out of the way cum landing all over her cloth chair. All the rest of it landed on her chair and on the carpet floor. I just basked in the post ejaculate ecstasy. Looking down at mom is saw that she looked furious. I had definitely crossed some pretty major line with this masturbation session. I saw that a bit of my jizz had landed on her quite expensive blouse. She turned off the video and then stood up to face me. 

"I am going to take a shower. Then I am going to come down stairs where we will sit at the table and discuss why what you did was out of line. Is that clear," She said with barley contained fury yet still having the decorum of not shouting. She turned around to leave the room when I spoke up. 

"Mom, wait a moment," I said as she turned back to me. 

"If you want to explain yourself you will have to wait." 

"It's not that," I said holding up the sticky tissue paper I had shot my semen through. "You forgot about rule number three. You need to take this." She stood there a moment before taking the tissue. 

"Just wait down stairs." 



End of part 1



Boys will be Boys



It was probably the lubrication of the beer that overcame his natural inhibitions, but Craig suddenly became quite daring as he moved down the dimly lit hall, pausing from time to time to peer past partially opened doors. It was at the third door that he stopped dead in his tracks. One of the guys he'd met but couldn't at the moment place was standing next to his bed with his trousers around his ankles. He was naked from the waist down, his round bottom in profile, his rampant erection pointing toward the lovely blonde seated at the edge of his bed, her mouth rising and falling atop the glistening organ clutched in her fist. Craig's cock surged to attention as he stared wide-eyed at the two lovers. The girl's blouse was open and her naked breasts tumbled out a brassiere that had been undone.

Craig had to admit that the part of this scene that stirred him most was the youth's cock sticking straight out from his flat belly. He touched himself through his trousers as he watched the girl's frantic efforts at pleasuring her lover. Judging from the expression on the youth's handsome face, she was doing a credible job. Craig leaned against the doorframe, his eyes riveted to the scene, longing to taste that beautiful organ in his own mouth. Noise at the end of the hall finally forced his attention from the young lovers and he quickly moved away from the noise and toward the second staircase that led to the kitchen at the rear of the house. He literally stumbled on the couple fucking on the narrow staircase. Craig paused, his eyes adjusting to the dim light as he observed the young man's tight, round buttocks lifting and falling between the widely spread legs of the girl moaning beneath him. Craig eased past them until he was below them on the stairs, turning to gaze up at the couple still hard at it, the man's cock appearing and then disappearing into the woman's exposed body. He was tempted to take out his cock and masturbate as his eyes caressed the youth's flexing bottom, but reminded himself he was still a pledge and his brothers might frown on such behavior.

He waited until he returned to his dorm room to relieve himself. Only after he'd finally cum did he realize his roommate had been watching him from his bed on the opposite wall. Craig lay there with his still rigid cock clutched in his fist, his heart pounding in his chest as he contemplated the fact another man was watching him pleasure with himself. After what seemed a long time he slid his organ into his pajamas and turned toward the wall to get some sleep. He'd have to check things out with his room mate in the morning.

II

So here he was at the park, his excitement already at a fever pitch. He'd heard around campus about guys hanging out near the park for a little anonymous sex. The idea both revolted him and turned him on. His experience at the party and then later that night with his friend Gil watching him beat off had stayed with him through the week. It was a spur of the moment decision to make a foray into this forbidden land. He glanced toward the car parked about twenty feet to his right, its overhead lamp burning, the man's face in profile. On impulse Craig got out of his car, closing the door as quietly as he could before walking back up the narrow road in the direction of this stranger who left his interior lights on. As he walked past the back of the car he glanced into the rear window. He saw the man's bare shoulders above the seat back, which was partially reclined. He moved closer to the car, stepping to the side facing away from his own car and advancing until he could peer through the rear window into the front seat. The man was completely naked, his rigid cock held tightly between slowly masturbating fingers. Craig could hardly believe his eyes! If a cop walked up this guy was in deep trouble. But Craig wasn't an officer, he was a pervert just like the guy in the car. His own organ was getting hard as he watched the man continue stroking himself. He didn't seem intent on cumming, simply playing with himself for the benefit of anyone interested in watching the show. 

Craig walked to the front window and the man turned in his direction. Their eyes met for a moment and then the man was masturbating with greater urgency. Clearly he hungered for eyes to watch him do his thing. Craig reached down to touch himself, tempted to pull his own cock out so they could cum together. But he knew that wasn't what he was looking for. He stepped from the window and walked past the front of the man's car toward the edge of the lake not far from the road. As he passed a cluster of bushes Craig heard a sound. Glancing to his left he saw a man in the shadows. The front of his trousers were open and an erect cock thrust into the darkness, its light color just barely visible. Craig stepped closer and saw the man's face. He turned and left, not at all drawn to the elderly queer.

He suddenly was feeling uncomfortable. He turned back toward the road and moved silently toward his car. He was surprised to find a young man leaning against the passenger door as he approached. As he drew closer he could see the man's face. He could also see that the man's hand was touching a noticeable bulge in the front of his tight jeans. Clearly the man was aroused, waiting for someone just like Craig to offer service. Craig's own cock surged in his jeans, completely unencumbered by shorts. Without speaking the man stepped in front of Craig and slid his fingers over the younger man's genitals, knowingly grasping the now rigid shaft of his organ. Before he knew what was happening the man was kissing him on the mouth. Craig instantly returned the kiss, marvelling at the wonder of taking a man's tongue in his mouth as a man's erection played across his own aroused organ. When their kiss finally broke the man took Craig's hand and led him into the shadows opposite his car. The young man braced his knees as this stranger began opening the front of his jeans. A moment later his rigid member was in the man's fingers as he dropped to his knees to offer his mouth. There was enough light that Craig could observe every detail as lips spread over the bulging tip of his cock and began their inexorable journey down the length of the thick shaft. Fingers were now clutching his bottom, pulling him closer to the mouth that seemed intent on devouring his manhood. He watched in awe as this stranger gradually accepted the entirety of his cock into his mouth and throat. Rob had been good, but this man was incredible! Throat muscles seemed to be milking his organ as those lips that only moments before had been kissing his mouth were now pressed into his pubic hair. Then the head tipped back and his glistening cock came into view. He felt his organ bigger than ever before, almost as though this man's mouth drew extra strength from his loins. The head was bobbing forward and back now in a rhythm that quickly stirred his juices. His fingers lightly touched the man's hair as he gave himself to these expert ministrations. He rode the wave of feelings, rising higher and higher. His knees were getting rubbery and he knew he was close. He reached down to grasp the man's shoulders to steady himself. And his cock erupted, an orgasm as powerful as any he'd experienced before. He groaned into the night air, completely oblivious to who might hear his release. The man continued his efforts, intent on taking every last drop of Craig's cum. Then the mouth withdrew and without words the man stepped into the darkness. Craig grabbed the tree next to where he stood to keep from falling. His body was completely spent!

It was much later that same night that for the first time Craig heard his roommate beating off. For some reason it seemed to be more than a coincidence. Craig focused his eyes in the dim light offered from the open window. Gil's cock rose from his pumping fist, the organ quite a bit more substantial than Craig would have guessed from observing his roommate in jockey shorts. They'd never actually seen one another naked, despite having spent almost nine months together in this relatively small suite of rooms. Craig's excursion early in the evening had both stirred his juices and sated them. He watched with interest, his cock only slowly stirring beneath his smooth cotton sheets. Suddenly juice ejaculatied from the bulging tip of of Gil's organ, arcing in the dim light to fall on his roommate's bare chest. Craig's gaze continued to move higher and to his shock he was met by Gil's steady stare. Somehow, everything in their friendship changed at that moment.

Craig was aware of Gil watching as he leisurely brushed his hair at the full length mirror next to his closet. He'd returned only minutes before from the bathroom down the hall after a quick shower. His robe now hung on a hook inside the closet door and he was wearing only abbreviated jockey shorts he'd carefully selected before heading to the shower. Craig continued the serious workout routine he'd begun as high school football player and knew his well sculpted body was worthy of appreciation by both women and men. No one kicked sand in his face any longer he mused with a smile, his eyes scanning his well-defined pecs, flat stomach and narrow waist. He could feel his manhood gaining heft in the carefully designed pouch in the front of his shorts, a pouch intended to highlight a man's organ. After last nights invitation he was intrigued to see what his roommate had in mind.

As he turned toward the closet he glanced in Gil's direction. The handsome youth's eyes were focused on his loins. Craig pulled a shirt off a hanger before turning to face Gil directly as he slowly drew the garment up his arms and over his shoulders. The tingling sensations coursing through his genitals told him of his growing arousal. He cocked his hips, closing buttons from the neck down to allow Gil's searching eyes to measure his growing organ unhindered. At that moment he noticed for the first time his roommate's own cock rising from the gaping front of his pajama bottoms. Craig's finger stopped at the third button as he stared at the purple head rising free from the rumpled cotton. Gil's eyes lifted to meet his gaze, a smile slowly crossing those full, sensuous lips.

Craig never made a conscious decision to approach the handsome youth seated on the edge of his disheveled bed, but his legs moved none the less. Before he realized what was happening he was standing between Gil's parted legs staring down at his roommate's fingers spreading over the bulge in his shorts. His organ surged with excitement as fingertips slid around the throbbing shaft and began slowly stroking him through the thin fabric.

"Ooo." The groan rose from his throat. The sound appeared to motivate Gil who leaned closer until those lush lips spread over the bulge etched in the tightly stretched cotton. He certainly hadn't expected such uninhibited play so quickly. Nothing in the nine months he'd spent with Gil suggested his roommate indulged in such delicious tendencies. Long lashes fluttered as eyes lifted to meet his gaze. Teeth parted to playfully bite the crown of his cock. At the same time fingers were rolling the tiny garment down. His organ suddenly sprang free, lightly slapping Gil's cheek as he turned his face and once again pressed those moist lips to soft, tender flesh. Instantly his cock slid into the sucking mouth offered so willingly. Craig locked his knees against the quick onslaught of lips and tongue. His roommate appeared less practiced than his anonymous lover of the night before, but there was something especially exciting about fucking the mouth of a friend with the door of their small room unlocked. But before he could give himself to the loving caress his mind brought him back to reality. Shit, he better lock that door! He certainly didn't want to get thrown out of school for homosexual behavior in the dorm. He stepped back, greeted instantly with a look of regret on Gil's handsome face.

"I got to lock the door. I don't want company dropping in unannounced." He moved to the door, his saliva glistening cock waving before him. When he turned he was greeted by the naked body of his roommate lying on his bed, rigid cock spectacularly rising from lush pubic hair. Now this was a first he mused. He'd never been in bed with a naked man before and the thought really turned him on. Stripping his shorts off he stumbled toward Gil, collapsing next to his roommate's slender body. Without word their lips found one another and for the second time in his young life Craig was kissing another man, a deep, passionate kiss. Their bodies instinctively began writhing against one another, cocks sliding as hips thrust forward. Craig found himself pondering the possibility of fucking this handsome young man, a thought that had more than once crossed his mind as he'd caressed the round bottoms of many youths with his eyes. He recalled the anonymous boy fucking the girl on the stairs of the frat house the week before, his round cheeks tight and inviting as they rose and fell between the girl's spread legs. He'd thought at the moment how delicious it would be to slide his hard cock into the dark crevace between those shuddering cheeks.

Their bodies soon turned on the narrow bed and without guidance, two mouths found erect cocks and began a kiss as old as time. Fingers slid over his bottom as his lover pulled his organ deeper into the sucking mouth. He reciprocated, reveling in the feel of a man's cock against his tongue. Not since Rob had he enjoyed this marvelous feeling. The thought of making love with a woman seemed so far from his imagination that he considered for a moment the likelihood that he was really gay. Could it be true? He had little time for musing such questions, however, because his body was quickly lost in the intense passion of the moment. Then his mouth was suddenly filled with hot juices as Gil's cock erupted. His own orgasm arrived almost instantly. The two young men rode the convulsions with mouths affixed to surging organs. It seemed an eternity before their bodies finally came to rest and saliva smeared cocks slipped from between pursed lips.

Craig had no idea what to make of this surprising development. He'd fully intended to move to the frat house but having a ready suck buddy in the bed right next to his made the thought of moving out seem next to impossible. He'd rushed off to class after that intense morning of lovemaking both turned on and confused. It took all of his concentration to attend to what the graduate teaching assistant leading this class was saying. Even her oversized breasts held so lovingly in that tight sweater failed to hold his attention that day. She'd already given him the sense that should he be interested she might be available for a dalliance. Right now all he could think of was his roommate's naked body lying next to his, and that thick, curving cock easing in and out of his mouth. He found himself getting hard again.

As he left the class he was aware his arousal was visible in the front of his jeans but frankly didn't give a damn at the moment. His instructor's eyes followed him as he departed.

Gil was in the room when he returned later that day. Craig closed the door behind him and slid the lock in place. He wasn't thinking about another bout on the bed but he knew they had some things to talk about that would be best said without interruption.

"So." He tossed his books on his desk and settled on the edge of his bed. Glancing over at Gil he was struck for the first time at his roommate's almost feminine beauty with deepset eyes beneath long, curving lashes, prominent cheeks and full raspberry colored lips. With his remarkably slender waist and long, almost hairless legs he could easily be mistaken for a woman if viewed from behind, especially with his round, tight bottom. Now he was reclining against his pillow dressed in jeans and tee shirt, his medium length hair obviously washed recently, perhaps after their intense lovemaking.

"Yeah, I agree."

"So, how are we going to handle this?" Craig wasn't certain the question was necessary, but it seemed a reasonable place to begin this conversation.

"I'd say carefully, if you know what I mean." Gil smiled, full lips pulling back from perfect teeth.

"Yeah, you're right. The quarter ends next week and I imagine you'll be heading home for the break, won't you?"

"I've got a job waiting for me this summer, so yeah, I'll be heading home."

"Have you thought about what you're going to do in September?"

"You mean, where am I going to live?"

"Yeah. I've been accepted at Delta Gamma."

"I know."

"Shit."

"My sentiments exactly." Gil smiled again.

"How about you?"

"I was thinking about getting an apartment off campus. I'll be looking for a roommate to share the expenses." The invitation could be no more clear.

"So, does it make sense for us to get a place together?"

"It might be difficult to keep my mind on my coursework, but I think I could manage." Gil's right hand had moved from his thigh, the fingers lightly grazing the bulge in the front of his jeans.

"Yeah, I don't know if I could keep my hands off you."

"Ooo, I like the sound of that!" Craig chuckled.

"Well, I've got a meeting over at the frat house, so I guess we'll have to continue this conversation later."

"You can wake me if I'm asleep." Gil smiled again and the meaning of his words could not have been clearer.

It was only nine thirty when he unlocked the door of his room. The lights were off but he could see Gil lying beneath the covers of his bed. Craig had been thinking about his roommate throughout the evening. He had a pledge meeting and then was assigned some repair work that needed attention. The conversation earlier suggested his future was going in a new direction and the fraternity might not be quite as important as he'd first imagined. He just wanted to get back to his room, to see what mischief he and Gil could create together that night.

He left the lights off as he slowly took off his clothes. He thought for a moment of putting on his pajamas, then decided to go for it. He carefully hung his clothes up before turning naked toward his roommate's bed. Gil's body was covered only by a single sheet. He was lying on his stomach and his luscious bottom was clearly outlined beneath the thin fabric. Craig stepped to the edge of the bed and reached down to grasp the sheet, slowly pulling it toward the foot of the bed. Instantly he saw his newly discovered lover was naked, Gil's curvaceous body revealed in all it's glory as the sheet slipped free. He sensed his lover was awake, playing a part for him which he was more than ready to entertain. His cock was lifting from his loins as he stared at those inviting cheeks. He kneeled at the edge of the bed, turning and lifting his left leg across Gil's prone body before lowering himself. His stiffening cock slid between Gil's thighs and Craig instinctively thrust forward, riding his member into the crease between those round cheeks. Gil pressed back with his hips, his head turning on the bed as Craig lowered his mouth to initiate a kiss. Their tongues quickly danced together as lips moved and mouths sucked. Craig's cock was wedged near the opening of his lover's ass which he felt certain Gil was offering to him. When their lips finally parted he noted a tube of KY Jelly in Gil's left hand. Without comment he reached for the tube, twisting the top free before smearing a glob of cool lubricant on his fingertips. Withdrawing his member he carefully positioned his fingers, searching out the sensitive entrance to a kind of sex he'd only dreamed about. His middle finger eased past the tight opening as the slick fluid prepared the way. Withdrawing his finger he turned his hand and spread the remainder of the lubricant on his throbbing cock. Placing a palm on each round cheek, spreading his fingers in a loving caress, he leaned forward once again, eyes guiding his member toward the ultimate prize. Gil groaned as the bulging crown wedged into the tight circle. Craig's hips eased forward against the resistance that held his organ in check. He stared at the point of meeting, willing the thick tip to move. Suddenly the resistance released and his cock slid inexorably into the tight grip of his lover's ass.




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And they were fucking, round cheeks slapping against his belly with each thrust of his hips. Gil groaned beneath him, his body spread on the rumpled sheets as he gave himself to his lover's driving organ. His hips lifted off the bed as he offered his deliciously round bottom. Craig reached around his lover's body, fingers quickly finding the thick cock he'd made love to earlier that day. He stroked Gil's member as he continued his powerful fucking. Craig knew he had to taste that glorious organ. Without any notion of how to do such a thing he slowly withdrew his cock from the tight sheath of Gil's ass. His lover rolled on the bed beneath him, carefully lifting both legs and settling them once again on either side of Craig's knees. Craig leaned closer, his fist guiding the bulging tip of his cock until it once again eased into his roommate's well lubricated ass. At the same time he leaned over, his lips spreading across his lover's rigid member. Fingers cupping Gil's tight, round cheeks he slowly lifted his lover's body toward his mouth, then slowly impaled it once again on his throbbing organ. Quickly they found a new rhythm, riding the waves of passion unleashed on this narrow bed, two men fucking each other, using sensual orificies to maximize pleasure. Craig had never been so excited in his life, but alas it couldn't last. Suddenly Gil's cock was erupting in his mouth and his own organ began spewing its load into the dark heat of his lover's tight ass. And then they were in one another's arms, their bodies still breathless from their ardor. What in the world could be better than fucking your roommate!

To following day Gil left with his parents and Craig found himself thinking about what his summer might hold in store for him. He smiled at he considered heading home for a summer with his mother. Now that could be fun he mused, recalling the seductive games they used to play together. But that's another story.



Boys Will Be Boys



I love football.

I love the rush. I love playing in the crisp, cool autumn weather. I love the roar of the crowd on a Friday night. I love tackling another player, and smashing him flat on the ground. I love getting a hold of the ball and running down the field to the adulation of a whole stadium full of rabid fans.

I love the game.

I've played football since I was a freshman in high school. It was the first sport I lettered in and the one I hold above all others. My dedication showed in that I was the only freshman at my school to be picked for the varsity squad after first year summer tryouts. 

And while the game has many finer points to love, as with all sports, one of the best parts is of course the cheerleaders.

What could be better than playing the game all the while knowing that some of the most beautiful girls in school would be cheering you on? Doing their sexy little routines. Their tits bouncing up and down while they cheered. Their asses shaking in those tight little outfits. Their short skirts riding up their thighs.

The lucky players had a cheerleader of their own for after the game. And I was often a very, very lucky player indeed. Man, there is nothing better than winning a hard fought game and then a quick fuck right after the game with some tight little bitch in the back of a car, so horny that you can't even wait to get your clothes off. There were plenty of girls who didn't want anything more from a young jock than to just help him relieve some of that post game tension. And the coaches quietly looked the other way of course, because it gave us players something to focus all our left over pent up energy on.

Yes, I love football.

But I didn't love practice nearly as much.

We had a game that Friday night, as we did most Fridays. But before the big game we had practices. This was the one inevitable evil that I could think of. And the Coach was a hard man. He always put us through all our paces, making everything especially rough, a real workout. And this practice had been no exception to the general rule, in fact maybe a little worse. If I had spent more time concentrating on the game, rather than on the cheerleaders doing their routines across the field, I didn't think I would be feeling it quite as much as I was about then.

My muscles ached.

Coach had made some of us run extra laps in full gear. Ostensibly to make sure our stamina was up to mad dashes across the field, but truthfully because we needed to be reminded who was boss. Most of the players had left the field earlier, except for those lucky guys like me who were sent running around the field a couple times.

When we were finally finished we went into the locker room and started stripping off our uniforms and gear, joking around as usual. A lot of the guys had already showered at this point and were getting ready to leave or had left.

The simple fact is that in a locker room guys razz each other. It is common and it is the accepted and expected practice. If you don't engage to show you can take it, you just wind up making it harder on yourself. That's what a lot of shy guys don't understand.

I walked up to my locker as I heard one of the junior linebackers say to another, "Hey, man, I heard you laid Jen Franklin the other night. Is her pussy really as tight as Nick says it is?"

"Man, its better!" came the wholehearted reply.

"Fuck you know McFarland?" responded someone else from further down the line, who made a crude hand gesture as he said, "The only action you ever got was with your own right hand."

"Funny, man," said McFarland, not taking it seriously, "That's not what your mother told me last night when I had my dick in her loose pussy and she was calling my name like a whore."

The whole aisle erupted in general laughter.

Having reached my locker, I opened it and started taking off my gear. My locker was near my friend Greg's. He was laughing at some joke with our other friend Steve, whose locker was across the aisle. They were both just back from their showers.

Steve said to no one in particular, "Did you see that new red-headed girl in Chem?"

I was naked by this point and wrapping a towel around my waist in order to head to the showers.

"Naw, man," I asked "What's she like?"

"Big hooters, man," said Greg, making gestures to indicate their size.

"Yeah, you think you can get some of that, man?" Steve asked him, knowing Greg's type.

"Don't know," Greg pondered, "She gives me a woody whenever I look at her, man. I feel like I'm gonna break my desk apart it's so hard."

He paused thinking it over, "Yeah, I think I'll have to try her tight ass out."

"Not if I get in there first," I said jokingly and I gave him a playful shove as I turned to go to the showers.

You had to go outside the area where the lockers themselves were and down a short hallway to get to the actual showers. I stopped to talk to a few guys along the way. I was pretty popular and on friendly terms with most of the other guys. When I finally made my way down to the showers there were some guys still under the running water. I put my towel on the rack outside the door and walked inside with a nod to one of the guys. It was a big open room with a bunch of shower heads. I picked one that was a couple away from the next closest guy and I started soaping down my body, closing my eyes as I let the feel of the warm water pulse over my aching muscles.

Calgon take me away. The spray felt damn good and I swear I was about a million miles away when Frank Jameson's voice pulled me out of my daydream.

"Harry, you fag!" he shouted over the spray, "Get away from me man! What the fuck are you doing with that boner?"

It wasn't that I particularly wanted to look. I mean I'd seen plenty of boners before, mostly in porn videos, but I still looked involuntarily over to confirm what the hell Jameson was hollering about. Sure enough Harry's prick was standing up at attention. Oh, man, I thought, he'd catch hell for that. But then I looked up at his face. He wasn't looking at us. I glanced in the direction of his gaze and saw a sweet young thing standing in the doorway.

Naked that is.

And female.

Very female.

Her name was Julie Shafer. She was one of the cheerleaders I had been watching earlier when I should have been paying more attention to the Coach.

You see, later on that night, we would learn that Julie was on some kind of dare from the other cheerleaders. But at that moment she all we knew was that she looked like Venus silhouetted in the doorway. Her hand supporting her lithe body against the frame of the opening. At that point we didn't really care why she was there.

Her full, round tits were hanging in front of her, nipples large, hard and pointing out sharply in front of her. Her long strawberry blonde hair was up in a twist, but a lock of it had escaped and hung ever so invitingly against her cheek, stuck somewhat to her forehead by the humidity of the room.

My eyes traveled down her frame to take in her revealed outline and the gorgeous shape of her firm round ass and luscious thighs. But the highlight of the whole experience was that delicate pink pussy, clearly visible, nestled in it's neatly shaven home.

She put her free arm on her hip and sort of lounged nonchalantly.

I felt my manhood rise to the occasion.

"Hey boys," she said, "Looks like I made a wrong turn somewhere back there."

"Wow!" said someone stupidly.

"Well, you boys," she said looking around her smiling, "What a way to welcome a lady!"

I took my eyes off her for a moment and, looking around, noticed we were now all sporting boners. A little unsure of how to handle the scene developing in front of us, and being of the same pack mentality, we moved inadvertently closer together.

Julie moved away from the doorway and started slinking towards us, immersing herself into the shower spray, reached up and loosen her blonde locks as she strutted. Her firm breasts rode high and proud in front of her. Her long hair spilled down her back as she got as wet as the rest of us. She paused about halfway between the door and the closest man of us, modeling a little for us, moving her hands through her wet hair as the water hit upon her chest and ran down her skin in rivulets until it hit her cunt lips and then proceeded on down her long silky legs.

"I didn't come all the way over here from the ladies locker room for nothing," she said with laughter in her voice, "Who's going to be first?"

Clearly that was an invitation to party.

We looked around at each other, each of us strangely hesitant to engage her on the offer considering all of our earlier bragging. Harry Duchene bravely stepped forward, and we patted him on the back, urging him on. He was a cocky son of a bitch anyways and we watched him walk over to her. She knelt down in front of him without any preliminaries and took his cock into her mouth, grabbing him by the balls at the same time. That was what broke the spell holding the rest of us in check. Josh Reardon and Bill Howard moved in closer and pressed their dicks into Julie's face. She couldn't take all three of them in her mouth at the same time, and Harry was insistent she work on him first, so she did the only thing a girl in that position could do, she reached up with each available hand and started jacking Josh and Bill off.

After a couple minutes of watching all this though, Jameson clearly had other ideas. Ideas which I shared.

"Guys, let's get this show on the road. Get her on her knees," he said to those who would listen, rubbing his hands together to mime anticipation.

Every man in the place wanted to get a feel of that sweet body and a few were actually trying. Those of us who hadn't moved fast enough or weren't close enough to get a front row seat moved our hands up and down our dicks as spectators.

Jameson was insistent. At his urging, they finally got her down on her knees. Harry wasted no time in moving back in front of her face so that he could continue to receive his blowjob. She needed to lean on her hands and arms; otherwise I'm sure that Josh and Bill would have liked to have had their hand jobs continued. Now they were relegated to the same frustrated condition as the rest of us, although they continued to stand near her in case any orifice became vacant. There wasn't an immediate chance of that, with Harry in her mouth and Jameson positioned behind her.

Jameson wasted no time in sinking to his knees, moving in behind her, and without hesitation slipping his wet prick into her pussy.

"Oh, man," he said, closing his eyes and savoring the feel of her for a moment, "She's just as tight as I hoped."

He thrust his modest prick in and out of her pussy, hammering at her cunt. After a few moments Harry grunted and came into her pretty mouth. He moved away and Josh wasted no time in getting into position in front of her. He was so eager to get sucked that he grabbed her hair forcefully shoving his prick down her throat and started fucking her face. He was very wound up and it took him only four thrusts before he was shooting his load into her mouth.

Jameson in turn gave one mighty thrust at about the same time and pulled out of her pussy, shooting his load against the outside of her ass and pussy lips.

I was getting ready to take over from Jameson, having waited long enough, but Bill Howard, who was closer, slipped into position in front of me, replacing my man Jameson. He started to work away on her, pecking at her pussy with his tiny little dick. Another guy took up Reardon's place in her mouth, which left three of us who still hadn't gotten a piece of anything yet.

"Hurry up," I said to Bill, putting a hand on his shoulder to urge him to finish, "Or some of us are going to need to take a cold shower instead of a warm one."

Randy and Todd and I were the only ones left and we stood around looking at each other expectantly. Randy and Todd were both linebackers, each weighing in at around an impressive two hundred fifty pounds. But at six feet, three inches tall, I weighed in at a cool two hundred pounds of pure, dense teenage muscle. I was also the atypical alpha male in the room. No one there had anything on my thick almost ten inches of cock. When I'd been in junior high, I'd been teased mercilessly for being well hung. Now that we were all older though my buddies had become the most envious mother fuckers on the planet because they knew my dick was part of the reason why I got laid so much.

Watching all this action had me real boned up and I was horny as hell.

I'd missed my chances earlier, but I couldn't wait much longer. This was too much. I wanted some pussy now one way or the other. So I muscled Bill off of Julie while he was still thrusting into her. He didn't even have time to protest.

I moved in behind her, lifting her ass up so that I could get my steel hard cock into that moist, slick pussy. I felt like I could cut a diamond I was so hard.

I moved into her slowly savoring that tightness. She was so wet from the stimulation that she had gotten from Jameson and she was breathing heavily. I watched myself as I pushed forward, forcing my fat cock to squeeze further inside her tight lips. I slid inside until about four inches was filling her tight hole. 

"Ohhhhhh..." she moaned around the guy's dick in her mouth.

I backed out of her then, just before sliding my entire cock into this girl's needy hole. 

"Ohhhh God!" she cried, taking the dick in her mouth out for a moment, really feeling me fill her up more fully than the first two dicks she'd just had.

I began to slide in and out of her. The guy in her mouth finished then and Randy moved in to take his place. He may not have had the longest equipment, but like me he was thick as a tree trunk and he forced himself down Julie's throat. The sight of it was so hot that I pumped again and again, my horse balls slapping against her.

I had my rhythm down.

"Ohhh!" she cried out, momentarily pulling Randy out of her mouth, "Ohhh, God! Fuck me harder! Fuck me harder!"

Randy quickly stuck his log back inside her. Meanwhile my long, thick cock pulled her pink pussy lips outward each time I withdrew. Her cunt was so fucking wet! And so tight around my dick! She was writhing, moaning on the floor helplessly as I screwed her hard, her orgasm rising. Suddenly, Julie stopped moaning around Randy's dick and all that could be heard over the shower spray was my dick slapping into her as I fucked her.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" she suddenly hollered around Randy, cumming hard.

Feeling her pussy walls vibrating around my dick made me totally lose it. I pulled my huge, throbbing meat out of her warm vagina and a huge wad of my cum shot into the air just as my head pulled out of her lips. It shot over her naked body and onto her upper back. I groaned, leaning forward as more cum shot out. It landed on her right ass cheek, and more shot onto her left. I was like a fire hose and the remainder of the white cream firing out of my dick was aimed for her pussy itself, creating a nice cream pie for the next guy.

She was so fucking hot, that I groaned again, getting out from between her legs as I moved out of the way for Todd who was waiting patiently. Like Randy, he had a thick bull cock, though not as thick as Randy's and certainly not in my league.

Meanwhile Bill was clearly feeling the urgency too much to be angry with me.

When Randy finished with Julie's mouth Bill put his dick in there. She must have found his tiny dick a relief after having to deep throat Randy's big monster.

Todd and Bill finished dropping their loads in short order. At this point all of the guys had either fucked her or gotten a blowjob.

But things were really only just getting started.

Jameson was feeling insatiable, as were we all.

He moved Julie down onto the wet floor, so that she lay flat on her back in the pooling water from the shower spray, and he became the first to go for seconds as he climbed on top of her. My dick was like iron and I wanted nothing more than to fuck this girl again too. Therefore, even though I knew that time was passing quickly, my excruciating need made everything feel like slow motion. Frank, positioned prone over this waiting girl missionary style, started fucking into her cunt deliberately. None of us wanted to risk leaving a load in her pussy, so when he was nearly there Jameson pulled out and dumped his second load on her stomach. The water quickly began to wash his semen down the drain along with that of mine and the other guys who'd taken turns fucking her orifices earlier, that is to say those of us who hadn't cum in her mouth. The empty place in her pussy was quickly replaced in succession by Harry and Josh, neither having any staying power for serious fucking, so there wasn't long to wait for another turn.

When Josh was finished I realized that I'd have my best chance. Walking over to her, stroking my boner as I went, I helped Julie up to her knees.

She brought her hand down and stroked my cock as she kissed it tenderly. The water poured off her back and shoulders and my hard cock remained inches from her smiling face as she continued to stroke me, looking at it. Then she shoved it eagerly into her mouth, as much as she could take inside all at once. I groaned as her warmth engulfed me. I placed my hand on her wet hair, watching her lips glide up and down my shaft. She pulled my dick out of her mouth and held it straight up as she lapped at my balls hungrily, sucking them inside her mouth. Her hand stroked my cock as she licked all over my sack and my shaft.

Then she stood up in front of me, smiling her beautiful smile. 

"Fuck me again Marc" she whispered erotically.

"Happy to oblige," I told her, as I turned to the roomful of guys wanking their dicks and said, "Let me show you how it's done gents."

I slipped my arms around her soft, wet body, hands grabbing her ass. I kissed her hard, tongue sliding into her mouth. We were both breathing heavily into each other's mouths, pressing our wet bodies against one another. I broke the kiss and Julie was helpless as I spun her around. She bent over in front of me in the shower, arms resting against one of the ledges on the shower wall. 

I almost came just at the sight of her amazing ass bent over in front of me, soaking wet. Julie parted her legs, giving as much of herself to me as she could. As bad as I was dying to shove my cock into her, I found the strength of will to kneel behind her. I kissed each of her ass cheeks, my hands grabbing them and squeezing them, spreading them apart. I could see her asshole as my hands held her cheeks apart. Then I kissed along the crack of her beautiful ass, kissing down towards her cunt. 

I lapped at and kissed her furrowed pussy lips and she gasped. I sucked the swollen lips of her cunt into my mouth, running my tongue up and down them as I sucked gently. Julie brought her hand down between her legs and began to play with her clit as I tongued her pussy slit. I let the sensitive lips slip out of my mouth and I licked up the inside of her cunt towards her ass, tasting her delicious juices.

"Oh..." she sighed, pussy on fire.

I licked up to her ass, running my tongue around the entrance to her asshole. This girl got even wetter. I slid my tongue into her asshole. 

"Oh, yes..." she whispered, her fingers rubbing her clit harder.

Squeezing her ass tightly, I began to slide my tongue around her anus, rimming all over the tight hole. 

"Oh, God," she moaned out of clenched teeth, "I'm gonna cum...I'm gonna cum...Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

She clearly was cumming. Her entire body was wracked in orgasm; I could see her body pulsating. I kissed each of her ass cheeks again as she recovered, gasping for breath. Then I stood up behind her, my cock now as hard as ever. Slowly I ran the tip of my cock down the crack of her ass, Julie stayed bent over in front of me. 




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Then I placed the mushroom head of my dick against the swollen, inflamed lips of her cunt. I pushed forward and her lips parted easily for me, so stretched by her earlier fucking that they allowed me to slide all the way inside in one long stroke. 

"Oh, God!" she moaned loudly as my cock slid deep into her.

She pressed her ass back against me in response, trying to get me as deep in her as possible. I grabbed the sides of her ass and began to fuck her. I immediately began to screw her hard, there was no stopping me. My dick slid in and out of her horny pussy using long hard strokes. I was staring down at her beautiful ass as I fucked her, her ass cheeks were shaking with each impact. Our sex making a constant slap, slap, slapping noise as my groin connected loudly against her. 

And she felt good. Her cunt was so hot, so warm around my thrusting rod as I fucked her with as much intensity as I was worth. This girl was capable of multiple orgasms and I hoped our audience was taking notes as she came again from the thorough screwing I giving her!

"Ohhhhh...ohhhhh...ohhhhh..." she moaned repeatedly, cumming again.

Her cunt spasmed violently around my driving cock! Still I fucked her doggy style right there in the shower with God and several other witnesses taking in my slapping hard dick pushing and pulling against her ass. 

"Oh, God!" she cried out, recovering, "Fuck me up the ass!"

I didn't need to be told twice. I had been staring at her ass the entire time, desperately wanting to be in there. I slid my cock out of her slick pussy and ran the mushroom head up the crack of her sexy ass. It stopped at the entrance to her asshole. 

I pushed forward, but her ass wouldn't give. 

I pushed harder, trying to squeeze the head inside her tight hole. Still no luck. I looked at the shower, hoping a bottle of shampoo or body wash was available. Now I was in luck! Sure enough there it was. I reached over and grabbed it, scrambling to get it open. I poured some onto my cock, rubbing it all over the head and shaft. I put the bottle back as I prepared to try again.

I placed my now lubed up cock at the entrance to her asshole again. Then I pushed forward and watched my hard dick slowly slide into Julie's asshole. 

"Oh, fuck!" she moaned with pleasure and pain, "Oh, my God!"

My cock was halfway up her ass. I slid partway out and than rammed it back in, this time jamming my entire dick into her rectum. She moaned in pain. I grabbed the sides of her ass and held it against me. I looked down at her ass, loving how it looked with my cock disappearing into her tight asshole. I began to fuck her, gentle at first so as not to hurt her. In and out of her asshole I went, over and over. In no time at all, she relaxed and was actually ramming her ass backwards to meet my thrusts. She was moaning loudly as her ass got fucked, and she was losing control again. I slid my hand around to the front of her body, my fingers finding her clit as I fucked her ass. As soon as my fingers rubbed her clit her orgasm exploded. 

"OHHHHHHH GOD!" she cried out so loud I figured the whole building must have heard her, "OHHHHHHHH GOD! OHHHHHHHH! OHHHHH FUCK!"

She came as hard as ever, actually gasping for breath, heart pounding, her ass and cunt convulsing. I let out a groan, she was so fine.

"Oh, God," I groaned against her, "I need your pussy."

We wasted no time. As I pulled out she climbed into my waiting arms and I lifted her like a feather. She hung on to me wrapping her sexy legs around my waist and I leaned back against the shower wall, lifting her by the legs up and down onto my big shaft as we went.

"Give me some of that ass," Randy begged, coming over to us.

He moved up behind her, grabbed onto her ass, and then he started fingering her in her freshly fucked asshole.

I pulled my dick out of her pussy to accommodate him and in the process my soldier became wedged between Julie's stomach and my six-pack. We were so wet in the spray of the shower that I was able to continue thrusting between our bodies, rubbing in the friction created as our damp bodies pressed together. Randy continued to slide his finger in and out of her ass, but then finally pulled it out and replaced it by wedging his thick cock into the rosebud of her ass instead. We were of the same general height, so I was able to easily reposition myself back inside her pussy. I could feel our thick cocks moving in rhythm together, one in each hole.

Harry came over to us and I adjusted Julie's legs to get them up as high as possible. Harry eager for any action moved his hand between my chest and Julie's in order to grab onto her breast. He started trying to thrust his cock closer towards us desperately. Luckily for him, Randy had little staying power. Unlike me who had more practice with women, most of my buddies in the locker room were not that experienced, either that or the excitement was too much for them.

When Randy pulled away Harry slipped in behind him, filling up the void left in her ass.

I could only keep thrusting because I was pinned against the wall. Julie's dazed eyes looked back at me, a mix of pleasure and pain, moaning and groaning.

Fuck I needed her pussy so badly.

I rammed into her hard, the warmth of her vagina engulfing me on each thrust. I was voracious. Harry quickly lost it and pulled out of her ass. If anyone else wanted the opportunity to try it, I didn't give them the option. Pulling away from the wall, my lips found hers and I began to kiss her, but we were forced to break the kiss as I began to fuck her really hard, bouncing in and out of her cunt, faster and faster. But I was finally losing it. Her huge breasts were bouncing violently up and down between with each time I rocked her down on my dick. Her feet were flailing behind my thrusting ass. My cock jack hammered in and out of her helpless body. 

"Oh, God," I groaned, "I'm cumming!" 

"Oh, yes Marc," she moaned excitedly, "Cum inside me! I can't get enough of your cock!"

I couldn't have pulled out if I'd wanted to; I pumped her a few more times before I lost it. I slid my dick inside her all the way and held it there buried deeply. A long thick stream of cum fired out the top of my dick and into her pussy. 

I groaned, shooting out more semen into her womb, and she held me close to her, ensuring that she would get all of it. We kissed softly for a minute, as the showers continued to run around us.

One of the other guys had gone to get those players who were still in the locker room. Steve and Greg came in ready to fuck. As I pulled her off my dick I saw that even Assistant Coach Skinner had came into the shower. He was only just out of college and so not much more than six or seven years older than the rest of us. But even being a figure of authority, he clearly had his cock out of his pants and was stroking it.

I don't know if this was what Julie or her friends had in mind when she taken the bet to come in here, but there was no stopping it now. In addition to those of us already in the showers, seven more guys had just shown up who had still been in the locker room. The guys helped off of me and went to work on her. We all trailed behind as she was carried into the locker room itself. We were all dripping wet, leaving a trail of water behind us. All the new guys took turns fucking her, making it a competition as they gave each other high fives for particularly powerful performances.

When Bill, the runt of the litter, finally got a chance to slip back into her pussy, he was sorely disappointed, "What the fuck did you guys do? She's so loose; it's like fucking the Grand Canyon."

Someone helpfully suggested that Bill fuck her up the ass instead and that helped him create enough friction to cum.

We all wanted to continue fucking her as long as we could. I fucked her pussy at least two more times between rounds of other guys, but didn't cum, preferring to prolong the experience.

But some of the guys were expected home, so they fucked her pussy at least once for good measure, some not even taking off their clothes, and left.

Of all of us, Skinner was the most patient and the most careful, preferring to watch as his horny players had their wicked way with Julie. Finally after everyone had left except for Steve and me, he finally made his move, reaching over to Julie and grabbing her breast. She giggled almost drunkenly. Skinner had one leg between hers on one of the benches, his arms pinned hers down. His face was merely inches from hers as he looked at her silently for an instant. 

She looked up at him, and her breathing deepened. 

He slowly bent to kiss her. His lips touched hers and, pecking her softly. His cock hanging outside his pants grew noticeably harder when Julie parted her lips, allowing his tongue entry. His tongue touched hers, exploring her mouth as they kissed for the first time. 

He released her arms and her small hand held the back of his head as they kissed. She was writhing her crotch into his thigh as their kiss grew more urgent. Skinner caressed up and down the side of her small body, running his hand over her leg and the side of her ass as they made out. 

His hand slid down between her legs. He began to gently rub her pussy and she kissed him with more intensity, her own small hand sliding down his body. Her hand found his dick as his finger gently caressed up and down the moist lips of her cunt, all the while sucking her upper lip into his mouth.

He dipped a finger into her tight hole. 

"Oh..." she moaned, breaking the kiss temporarily.

He pushed his finger all the way inside her. He began to slide it in and out of her. In turn Julie's fingers circled his cock as he fucked her pussy with his finger. He still had on his shirt and jeans. Skinner had been a college man and I knew there was plenty I could yet learn from his technique. I watched it intensely. Of the many dicks that Julie had taken that evening, mine was by far the biggest, longest and thickest, although a couple other guys were also pretty thick. By contrast Skinner was long and thin.

Could he make her cum?

In answer Skinner pulled his hand out of her pussy. He stepped away and shed his clothes. When he was finished he slid his hand up her smooth leg as he bent to kiss her once more. Their lips smacked loudly as his hand found the warmth of her pussy and began to rub. His fingers began to caress her puckered lips with his digits. She was incredibly juicy, her lips were so slick. His finger found her clit and he began to tease it, rubbing it gently. 

She moaned into his mouth, her hand diving back towards his dick. Unable to take much more, she eased him onto his side on the bench, gradually rolling him onto his back so that she was straddling him. I groaned as I watched.

Her hand gripped his shaft, stroking it expertly as she stared at it. He watched Julie bend towards his dick. Her tongue snaked out and licked the top of his helmet, and he gasped. 

Still stroking him, she slowly licked down to the base. She sucked one of his balls into her mouth, and his hands went down and held the sides of her head, holding her down there. With a loud slurp she released his ball, and licked back up his pole. 

Staring at him with her beautiful blue eyes, she eased his cock into her hungry mouth, sliding her lips down his shaft. She expertly took his entire dick into her warm mouth, holding it there for an instant, before sliding her lips back up to the top.

Then Julie began to bob her head up and down Skinner's prick, expertly slurping hungrily on it. Skinner gently held her hair back out of her face as she gave him amazing head, we could now see her pretty face much better. 

She pulled his cock out of her mouth and she looked at him, smiling. She crawled towards him on the bench. She pressed crotch against his shaft and she began to rub herself against him as her searching lips found his. 

They kissed sloppily as they ground together. He boldly slid his hands up her back. From behind, we could see up her short legs to her ass. My gaze trailed further up her body, up her back. His hands caressed her breasts, squeezed them, feeling her hard nipples as he kissed all around her chest. She was breathing heavily, watching his tongue lick around her nipple.

Then he sucked it into his mouth. Trying not to take her tits away from his mouth, Julie raised her ass a little. Her hot, wet pussy was now pressed against his shaft, and she began to rub herself against him. They were both gasping for breath as her lips again found his, and her tongue darted inside his mouth. 

She reached underneath her, breaking the kiss. Her small hand raised his cock up into the air and she pressed her hungry slit against his head. Her eyes glazed over as she slowly eased his dick inside her welcoming hole until he was halfway inside her. 

She moaned in pleasure, her tightness stretching around his manhood. Skinner's hands slid down to her soft ass, squeezing and spreading her white ass cheeks. 

Inadvertently, he allowed me to have the perfect view of Julie's pink cunt lips stretching outward around the mid point of his cock. She slid her pussy off of most of his dick, before slamming her ass down on his lap, driving his entire rod into her needy twat. 

"Oh, yes!" she moaned a little louder.

Skinner began to thrust his hips up into the air. She began to ride him, sliding his meat in and out of her. He pulled her down on him, his mouth finding hers and they locked into a kiss. 

I had an amazing view of the Assistant Coach's dick ramming upwards into Julie's eager cunt, over and over. He began to stroke my dick, watching them. Skinner had a good grip of her ass cheeks and was spreading them as if he was trying to give us a show.  

She moaned into his mouth and it was clear she was cumming soon. 

Forced to break the kiss, her moans carried across the room. Skinner did all the work for her, slamming his hard dick upwards into her and as she finally settled down, he slowed. 

He gently eased her off of him, and I could hear the noise his cock made when it slipped out of her wet twat. Skinner rolled her over onto her back, and Julie obediently lay on the bench with her legs spread wide, invitingly. 

Skinner bent down between her legs and immediately began lightly licking her sensitive slit.

"Oh..." she sighed.

He slid his hands under her ass, holding her soft ass cheeks as he slid his tongue into her steamy hole, tasting her juices. He gently sucked her lips into his mouth, running his tongue over them softly but quickly. She squirmed beneath him, her hand reaching between her legs and holding his head there. She closed her eyes, concentrating on the intense feelings that he was giving her. 

Skinner released the lips of her cunt, and slowly licked his way up to her clitoris.

"Oh, God..." she groaned as pure pleasure shot up her spine.

His tongue teased around her tiny button, nudging at times but never truly focusing on it. He held her clit between his lips, and his tongue danced over it rapidly. She moaned a little louder, writhing her pussy up into his face. He began to run his tongue lightly up and down her clit relentlessly, driving her towards the edge. 

She was losing it, a big orgasm coming on.

"Oh, God!" she finally moaned as the intensity wore off a little.

Skinner kissed her twat one last time before kissing his way up her stomach. He briefly stopped at her tits, kissing and sucking at her nipples, before continuing on up her chest. He kissed up her neck and her mouth quickly found his and they kissed passionately. 

As if with a mind of its own, his hard dick found the entrance to her treasure and he slid inside her warmth in one eager stroke. She grunted into his mouth as her pussy was filled up. 

Once more, he was sheathed in Julie's warmth. Skinner sent his tongue into her mouth as he slowly slid most of his long dick out of her. He slid back into her hard. She grunted and her hands clawed at his back, as her feet caressed up and down his legs. 

He began to fuck her at a steady pace, kissing her lustfully as his pole drilled in and out of her. I watched Julie raise her feet in the air. I could see the pink bottoms of her feet; her short legs spread wide, my buddy's ass thrusting faster and faster. I watched Skinner break the kiss, and could now hear her moans loader without his mouth to muffle them. 

Her tits were bouncing up and down with every thrust, and I knew he was ready to cum at the sight. I stroked my cock a few more times and stifled a moan as it spasmed in my hand, shooting cum onto the floor, and on my hand. 

Skinner continued to pound into her harder and harder. Her feet were flailing helplessly behind him; her eyes were closed, wincing in ecstasy. 

"Ohhhhhhhh, God!" she cried as pleasure exploded within her and her entire body was engulfed in flames as her orgasm overtook her.

Her legs were outstretched; her hands were clawing at him. Skinner was losing it as well, increasing the pace further. 

"I'm cumming!" he grunted, thrusting a few more times.

He slid his entire penis far inside her, holding himself there. Julie wrapped her arms and legs around him, holding him tight. He moaned, dick spasming inside her.

Skinner lay on top of Julie, softening inside her, for a few minutes, kissing. Their lips smacked loudly as they caught their breath. He got off of her, sliding out of her sloppy cunt.

"I think maybe someone needs to take this lady home," he said warmly.

I volunteered eagerly. Julie went back to her locker room and I put on the rest of my clothes too.

We met at my truck.

When we got inside she said, "Thanks, Marc. It was nice of you to give me a ride home."

"That's okay," I replied, "My motives are completely selfish. I just wanted to fuck you again without all the other guys around."

I thought she would resist my coarse advances, but she didn't seem surprised and readily agreed to the idea. Knowing her from around the school, I was a little shocked at what a cocksucking slut she had turned out to be.

Her pussy had to be sore from all the lays she had just received. But she had the stamina of a porn star.

We pulled into a quiet wooded parking spot where a lot of the high school kids went to make out. Julie wasted no time. Taking off her seatbelt, she moved over to straddle me in the driver's seat, resting her back against the steering wheel. I felt up her skirt, eager to get her panties off. However, when my finger brushed against the soft lips of her vagina, they were moistened from the soaking wetness of her still sopping snatch. It was readily apparent that she hadn't bothered to put any panties on. That's when I started to feel the testosterone fueled urgency of a teenage male right in his prime. I could jerk off up to five times a night easy, as my big balls produced a lot of cum. I could certainly fuck as much or more, having gone nine times during the course of one particularly eventful night once.

We groped each other with youthful need.

I unzipped my pants, grabbing for my cock so I could work it through the front hole in my boxers. I moved her shirt up to reach for her tits and Julie pulled my shirt over my head at the same time so that she could run her hands across my chest, licking and sucking my nipples also. I urgently jostled her, pushing my pants down to free up my cock. Then she grabbed my dick in one hand and placed it at the entrance to her treasure, guiding herself down onto my throbbing rod. There was a low squishing noise as I sank inside her, filling up her sloppy hole. I couldn't get as much leverage as I wanted to in order to thrust, but I got her in a rhythm of moving her hips up and down.

"Baby," I breathed in her ear, "Did you like getting fucked by all those guys?"




Boys Will Be Boys



"Yeah, but not as much as I like making love to you Marc," she moaned in response, "You have the best cock of the lot."

After a minute of moaning, she sighed and said, "That bitch Heather Marshall gave everyone on the basketball team a blowjob last year. I wanted to prove that I could beat her."

My cock was starting to swell in her pussy at the thought.

"But don't you worry about getting knocked up?" I asked, grunting with some effort.

I was wicked excited and the pressure was building in my balls.

"No," she replied, in between moans, "I'm not stupid, I'm on the pill."

I thought it was so funny that women thought of getting laid as much as men did. The motives of the opposite sex were still something of a mystery to me at that point in my young life, even though I got laid with alarming frequency. And ever since I had popped my cherry I had been pussy hungry like every other guy that age, but since I hadn't ever had a steady girlfriend I'd never had to deal all that much with the female psyche.

I was just a guy. It was all about sex and sports.

But mostly sex.

The windows had really started fogging up.

Julie put a hand on the window to steady herself, and as I watched it left a mark as she moved her hand from the pane of glass to my shoulder. Her other hand moved across my smooth chest, playing with one of my nipples and then up my shoulders to move her fingers to play with the gold chain I wore around my neck.

"I'm gonna cum," I finally told her, unable to take any more.

I started groaning, my thrusting becoming very uneven. My balls actually hurt as they tried to squeeze out a last round of cum. Finally, though, I let loose the last few drops I had left in my balls for that night.

We didn't speak much as we put our clothes back on. Both our passions were spent for the evening. So I took her the rest of the way home.

But I thought to myself that the bitch had tasted too good on my hard dick for this to be the last of it. I knew we'd have to find another night together.

When I got home my brother wanted to know what had taken me so long. If it hadn't been for all the marks of the sex I had on me I don't think he'd have believed a word of it....

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Copyright © 2001, 2009 by Eagle1. All rights reserved. All characters portrayed in this story are meant to be over the legal age to consent to sexual activity. Any similarity to characters or situations, real or imagined, is purely coincidental. Unless you happened to be there of course. May be reprinted without permission of author in materials distributed free of charge or on websites where there is no fee charged for access, provided this copyright notice is attached.



Boys Will Be Boys



Here I was 18 and stranded in the middle of no where for an entire summer. I love my Grandmother and all, but she is just that my grand mother. Both my parents worked late so it was in there better judgment to leave me with Gram for the summer while they worked. Spending the summer with Gram was fine when I was younger. Now I need some kind of social life. The weekly grocery shopping is just not cutting it. Gram does not allow me to use her phone either she is so old fashion. Asking, “Who you calling now it better be your parents.” Hovering over my shoulder as to what I say, even if I am calling mom or dad.

My Grandmother is only 58 she had my mother when she was real young. Then my mother was only 18 when she had me. My Uncle Roy is only two years older than me but still he is my Uncle and he makes a vivid point that the “Uncle” part is pronounced when ever addressing him. 

By the third week of summer break I was going bonkers. I was cooped up in the middle of no where with out any means to get out, or to have friends over. If I only had a car or something to do, which by the way was not going to happen at least not this year. My parents wouldn’t even allow me to work at the local mini mart.

I considered my self lucky when my other second cousins would be stranded with me for a day. They were much too young though to be really any fun or to play anything other than hide and seek. 

Uncle Roy who I don’t think had a real job. I was betting it was more an illegal means of getting money. Would come and go through out the week. I knew he was lying to Gram, his mother, as to how he had to go to work. All I knew is for the little he worked he sure seemed to have money for his age. 

It was a Friday afternoon I was knitting with Gram out of pure desperation. The sun was out and God I was stuck. Her elderly friends would soon be coming over for the main event of the week “Canasta” I think it was. To top it off my parents had left for the weekend so I was stuck here for another week with no hope in sight. I hear Uncle Roy’s truck pull up the loud engine always rattled the house. It was one of those Bubba trucks all done up in chrome and a beautiful blue color. 

After about fifteen minutes I started to look out side as he never came in. His truck was there but no sign of Roy. Throwing a pair of sandals on my feet I ventured out side. I knew he couldn’t be far and I was right. He was in the back burning some stuff into the fire pit. I walked up behind him and asked, “Whatcha doing?”

Roy Jumped a mile and was yelling at me to never sneak up on him. He asked, “Where is ma?” Looking about.

I laugh and say, “Oh aren’t we just a bit touchy today? Don’t fret Gram is in the house knitting. Why you got something in there to hide?”

Roy punched my arm hard like he always does when he bullies me. As I reach to hit him back he yanked my arm and put me in a head lock giving me nuggies. I managed to push him down on the ground. I weigh like 98 pounds and Roy is twice my size, but soon he had me face first in the grass and my arm up pinning me to the ground. I was not in the mood and began to kick at him. He stuffed my mouth with grass as I spit it back out at him. 

Ha, ha! I managed to get it on his arm. He pinned me harder as he wiped the saliva on the grass saying, “That is gross, disgusting.” Taking a hand full of grass he stuffed it down my boy shorts. Pulling back the spandex he stuffed it in and reached for another hand.

I was screaming, “No you bastard! Get off me!” I was pissed off.

I hear Gram yell, “Roy! You get off of her right now!” From the side deck she shouted.

Roy yells back, “What the little twerp started it!” Then he grabbed the bikini strap and pulled it back and let it fly.

It didn’t really hurt but I made a big deal over nothing. 

Gram yelled again, “Roy!” holding a broom stick up like it was going to make a difference.

It was a funny sight to see and we both laughed. Roy stopped and backed off me leaving me on the ground. 

I stood up and dusted off my front and was pulling the grass out of my ass. Gram went back inside. I stuck my tongue out at him and said, “Ha, ha! You got in trouble.” I was still trying hard to remove the grass from my rear. I knew he had gotten the better of me again, but wasn’t about to stop teasing him.

I did my little dance as he sat down in a lawn chair and laughed as I tried to see if I had gotten it all out. Roy said, “You missed some.” Pointing to my bottoms with his finger wavering at me.

Pulling back the material I swept my hand across my ass. Then from the back I pulled the legs down a bit with one hand and the other swept the crotch. 

Roy laughing says, “Nope you missed it still. Right there in the front!”

I bent over letting my hair just about touch the ground to see. I looked carefully and replied, “There is nothing.”

Roy beckoned me closer So stupid me I did. He says, “Right there!” Touching my pubic mound with his hand.

I backed up quick and retorted, “Very funny, like you don’t know.”

Roy laughed, “What? You have a jungle in there?”

I was embarrassed, “I said it is just the way it is.”

Roy laughed some more, “That’s right you are too young to know how to shave it.” 

I kicked his leg hard, “Fuck you!” In a hurt voice and I started to walk to the house. 

Roy called out my name, “Kay_______Kay! Come back here I am sorry!” He spoke in a sarcastic tone, muffled in laughter and insincere gesture.

I ignored him and just went inside. Gram was cooking, she asked me to snap the beans so I did as I quietly sulked. 

Around five we were all sitting down to eat. Roy was as boisterous as always, getting on Grams and my nerves. Still he was entertaining compared to the dull quiet evening ahead. When done I helped clear the table still in my swim suit I felt funny as I knew Roy was watching me. Not that it made much of a difference but his eyes seem to watch my ass. When I turned around he would look at me differently like he always had. 

I was standing at the sink with my back to him, as I washed the dishes. I took glances in the reflection of the window and watched as he was really looking at my butt. When I finished I went into the parlor to watch TV. Roy left and entered his room closing the door behind him.

Gram came out of her room slightly dressed for her guests to arrive. She spoke loudly for me to go put something on as we have guest coming over. I frowned in anticipation of the fun evening ahead. 

Roy came out and yelled over to the kitchen purposely blocking my view of the TV. as he said, “Hey ma I will see you later. I’m headed out!”

Gram asks, “Where do you think you’re going?” As she sets up the table looking back.

Roy says, “Oh a bunch of us are just going down to ‘Play Land’ for a while. You know the regular group.”

I start begging, “Please, please can I come. Please!”

Roy looks at me and with a laugh he says quietly to me, “This is not about doing kiddy stuff.”

I am on the floor holding his leg, “I don’t care please just let me come. I will do anything, just don’t leave me here.”

Roy looks at me and says, “You will do any thing?”

I nodding my head quickly yes say, “I promise to be good. I don’t care what we do, or where we really go.”

Gram passes the room and makes her way into the bathroom. 

Roy looks at me and says, “Stand up!” I stood in front of him as he looked me over. “You don’t understand this is more a guy thing. To be honest they like to be a little rude and most of the time in an adult way. Do you know what I mean?”

I shook my head yes and said, “I don’t care! I am not totally stupid you know. I know how boys talk about girls.”

Roy looked at me and says, “I… I don’t know. I don’t think so.”

I jumped a bit whiney, “Come on Roy! Please! I promise I will do what ever you want I will even just sit in the truck quietly.” Holding my hands together begging him dearly.

Roy says, “That’s uncle Roy.”

I repeat, “Please Uncle Roy! I promise to do whatever you want.” 

Roy jokingly says, “Yeah right and what if I want you to flash your tities.”

With out hesitation I gave him a quick flash of my small chest. Roy looked at me wide eyed and said, “What are you doing?”

I shrugged and said, “I don’t care it ain’t no big deal. So can I come?”

Roy yelled over his shoulder, “Ma! Kay wants to come with me is that alright?”

Gram exited the bathroom saying, “Since when have you ever gotten along with Kay. I can see it now you two will be fighting in the middle of the street.” Walking past as she went back into the kitchen.

Roy looked at me and taking his hands down to my waist pinched the two sides of the boy shorts and lifted them high to give me a severe wedge. I just smiled up at him and let him taunt me freely. Finally he smiled at me and said, “OK go put something on as this is a bit too revealing.”

I kissed him and jumped toward my room with excitement saying, “Don’t leave I will only be a second.” Peeling off the swim suit lickedy split. I hurriedly threw on some panties tight shorts and a mid cut tank top.

Passing through the kitchen Gram says, “You better behave. I don’t want to have to come out and pick you up because you and Roy are fighting.” She gave me a kiss and out the door I went.

The truck was running as I climbed up I was almost ridiculous looking to get in. I sat on the cold leather bench seat as the air conditioner blasted at me. Slamming the door closed, I tried to look as grown up as possible. That was difficult as the seat was so big if I sat all the way back my legs barely touched the floor. 

First we pulled up to the gas station and Roy left the truck running as he fueled it. I was glowing with excitement as this was way to cool. I flipped through the radio stations, and then checked my hair in the mirror. I looked out at Roy and smiled, I couldn’t help being giddy and wove to him in the mirror. Roy smiled and making sure no one was looking wove back.

He got back in the truck and immediately changed the station on the radio, adjusted the mirror, snickered at me. Then drove off, as he entered the road the truck thundered loud. I was getting goose bumps as it was so cool. 

Roy looked over and asked, “Are you cold?”

Not knowing I just said, “No why?”

He shrugged and said, “I don’t know you just look cold. The shirt you are wearing ain’t hiding it. Sure as hell the bra is not helping.”

I laughed, “That is because I am not wearing a bra you dufus.” I stopped and said, “Sorry.”

Roy laughed saying, “It’s ok this time. You’re not wearing a bra, why?”

I held my chest to hide the nipple protrusion from sight. Then I said, “Well, I don’t normally wear one. It is not like I have anything to really hold up you know.”

Roy took one of my hands down and says, “Let me see?”

I pulled it back fast saying, “Nooo, you will make fun of me.”

Roy just said, “So much for the anything deal we had.”

“Fine! You want to see? There is not much to see.”

Roy pulled the truck over to the side of the road. I was not sure what was up. The engine just rumbled at an idle. Roy turned and says, “Yes I want to see.”

My heart pounded fast from his comment it was not so playful this time. I turned toward him and said, “OK it really is no big deal.” I removed my hands as his eyes took in my boobs. My nipples were jutting out really hard through the thin shirt, and it made me a little self conscious. 

Roy looked and says, “Yeah there small but cute! Now stop covering them up.” Then he turned and started back down the road.

I laughed at him saying, “So you like to see them then?”

Roy blushed a little and said, “Yeah but… I just like to look …I just want you to look good, never mind I even said that.”

I was still facing him and asked, “You want me to look hot for your friends? Is that it?”

Roy looked at me and said, “Yeah that’s it.”

I asked, “What is hot then?” Trying to be cool.

Roy twisting his lips and head says, “You know girls in mini skirts and tight clothing is hot!”

I look at him saying, “Well I am a girl in tight clothing, am I hot?”

Roy looked down at my yellow spandex shorts then up he replied, “Your Ok!”

My eyes frowned at him, “Ok, what is wrong?”

He smirked a bit wiping his face saying, “I can’t believe I am saying this. But you’re wearing panties.”

I looked at him awkward, “Yeah so?”

“Well if you’re going to wear tight short shorts you wear a thong or nothing at all. So there are no panty lines.” Squinting his eyes to gauge my reaction.

I frown then say, “You were checking me out when I came out of the house? Now I feel like a clown.”

Roy smiled, “You’re not a clown. You’re just young to the real world, and it don’t help that you’re treated like a child all the time. How would you know?”

I waited till we were on a back road and I said, “Pull over here.”

Roy looked at me funny but did. I hopped out off the truck. He kept asking what I was doing. I quickly as fast as I could, removed the panties and hopped back up in. I threw the panties at him and said, “There is that better?”

Roy held the little panties up by the waist, and in front of me sniffed the crotch. I was flabbergasted as I tore them out of his hands. Roy held out his hand and said, “Give me back the panties.”

I said “No that is gross.”

He held his hand out not moving the truck at all. I reluctantly placed them in his hand. He took them and placed them in the glove box. Then snarled at me in a playful way saying, “You’re not being very cooperative as far as doing anything I want are you?”

Placing my hands on my hips I respond haughtily, “Just what did you want me to do?”

Roy says, “Nothing bad, relax a little. But since none of these guys know you, I want you to just pretend you are my date. It has been a while since I have had a girlfriend, so you are going to look a lot better if you’re my date rather than my niece.” 

I laugh, “You want me to pretend to be your girlfriend? What happened to I was too young?”

“Ok stop it are you going to do it or not?” Roy showing his sincere concern then says, “You know your good looking, I shouldn’t say this but you look really good and all.”

I smile deviously, “Does this mean I don’t have to say Uncle? I am just kidding, Ok I will pretend but I am not kissing you.”

Roy looks at me and says, “Duh, that is not going to happen just don’t screw it up or it will be the last time I take you any where.”

“I won’t don’t worry about it Roy, honey.” I sat back fluttering my eyes at him in a silly girly fashion.

Roy looked at me first rolling his eyes. Then said looking down at my shorts, “You look hot! You looked good before but now you look really good.”

I winced back at him, “Thanks.”

We drove off down the road; I immediately changed the radio station now knowing he was not likely to argue about it. He just kept biting his lip and frumping his brow at me. I didn’t care I just bounced to the music as it blared. We met up with several of his friends at the Play Land entrance in the parking lot.

Four of them had dates and only one male friend did not. They were talking as I remained in the truck. I liked all the attention these big trucks were getting as passer by people looked on. I turned down the radio enough so I could hear what they were saying. All I heard was Roy saying to his buddies over their music, “Yeah and she fucks like a bunny too, never getting enough. Ok so we are all headed down the beach then?”

A moment later Roy hops back into the truck and we roar out of the parking lot. I ask where we are going in a quiet manner. Roy explains there is a Kegger happening down on the beach so that is where we are going. 

We drive out on the beach and about a mile down he turns the truck into the dunes. I was a little nervous as he climbed up over the first dune pile then another. When we crested the third one I could see a bunch of trucks and a bon fire going. Like an idiot he parked on the side of the dune pile so I could barely get out with out falling.

He left me in the background as he greeted all his friends. One of them asked, “And who does this sweet thing belong to?” At which point Roy remembered me and introduced me as his girl. I was not very thrilled at how he treated me, but I know I wasn’t really his girl either.

Some of the guys came over with beers in there hands for us and I accepted it. I took a little sip and it tasted awful. I smiled and took another sip pretending like I drank often. The time stood still for the next hour or so. Several of his pals were hitting on me even some that came with a girl. God only knows where they were, as many of them seemed to be hanging on each others date. 

I looked around and quite a few were making out around the fire while others disappeared. Mike the single guy from before was talking up a storm with me and I was not really sure as to what he was saying I was a little bit tipsy. I asked, “Mike where do I go pee?”

He laughed and said, “Ah your among friends just drop em’ and squat.” Placing a hand on my shoulder. 

I said, “I am not going to do that.”

He says, “Look we can go over by the trucks and you can do your stuff and I will keep a guard for you.”

So we did I had to pee badly. I squatted down and let it go on the sand. I stood back up and mike was watching me as I tried to pull my shorts back up. He placed the cups on the truck and turned to me and said, “Here now let me help you.” I felt him pulling them back down.

I said, “Hey you’re not helping.” 

He pushed me against the side of the truck and started to kiss me. My shorts were still down at my knees. His hands slid under my shirt and greedily groped my breasts. I was not sure what to do. He then sucked a nipple into his mouth. I was scared as I tried to push him back a little. Saying, “Ok, ok enough Mike!” He didn’t stop he held me. I felt his fingers touch my pussy. He knelt down and slid my shorts to my feet. I almost fell catching my balance on his shoulder. He then kissed my pussy, I felt his tongue tickle it, and then lap at it. His hands squeezed into my little ass cheeks not letting me go.

I saw Roy walking to his truck. I yelled out, “Roy!” He turned and looked about. “Roy! Over here!” 

Roy walked over and like it was all cool says, “I told you they are a little bit rude.” He gives Mike a kick and says, “Ok big guy that is enough for now back off. Just because you are drunk does not mean you can take what ever you want.”

Mike stood up he was just slightly bigger than Roy, Mike says, “Roy is this girl yours? Because I have not seen you around her all night. In fact I have not even seen you kiss her or even hold hands. I don’t think she wants you.” Said with a slur and a staggering pose.

Roy looked at me and I felt funny inside as he moved closer I knew what he was going to do. He brushed my hair back and then planted is lips on mine. I just held him softly as he kissed me. The feeling was so different than I have ever felt before. 

Then Roy broke the kiss and turning to look over his shoulder he said to mike, “If you don’t mind I think we need some time alone.” Then returned to kissing me on the lips.

I watched as Mike shrugged his shoulders and started away. I pushed Roy back a little and said, “Ok he is gone.” 

Roy’s eyes traced down to my pussy patch and then back up before saying, “Yeah, you better pull them shorts back up.”

I fumbled with the shorts as they were rolled it was hard to get them back in position. Roy just stood by me and watched. I asked, “Do you think we could go home now?” 

Roy embraced me with a hug and replied, “Yeah I think we can go.”

Most of the ride home was silent. I sat there looking out the window in a daze. My mind was not functioning all too well. When the truck parked in Grams driveway I looked over at Roy and said, “I am sorry. Please don’t be angry with me.”




Boys Will Be Boys



Roy smiled, “Why are you sorry? It was not your fault the big goon was willfully wanting you.”

I looked at the floor saying, “Yeah, but you would still be there if it weren’t for me and now you will probably never take me with you again.”

Roy placed his hand on my face and turning me to look at him said, “Don’t be crazy, Of course I will take you again. I mean now you at least know what to expect. Besides they all think you’re my girl. What am I suppose to say? She dumped me, because they are going to know I have not had a girl like you in a long time. So they will never believe I dumped you.” Leaning in he kissed me on the lips so slowly and gentle.

I didn’t move, my eyes closed slightly. I felt the softness of his lips press against mine then slowly depart as my lips almost clung to his. I looked at him and asked, “What was that for?” My big eyes looking at him for an honest response.

Roy just looked at me for a moment and replied, “That was because I wanted to kiss you like that. With out having a reason.”

I stood still I wanted to kiss him back but something inside made me pause. The pause was too long as he exited the truck and I still remained frozen in my thoughts. I pondered the kiss as I slept through out the night. I awoke in the morning looking out the window as the sun glazed in. I knew I was wrong, but some sense of me was in love. 

It was Saturday early morning and Roy was sleeping still. I made my way to the kitchen and Gram was already dressed bustling about. She informed me she was headed to the store. I didn’t really want to go as I had just woken up. I imagine she had been up since five. I made a bagel and sat in front of the TV as Gram headed out. 

Still in my mind I was thinking about last night. I got up and took a shower not really needing to shave my legs I did to kill time. When I really looked at my pubic hairs I became nervous. My thoughts shot back and fourth, ‘Should I, What if I mess up?’ Lathering the hairs I trimmed in from the sides equally. This made a sort of Mohawk and looked stupid. I knew there was scissors in the kitchen to trim down the long hairs. I thought about it and being all wet decided I could trim it with the razor.

Carefully I kept it just off the skin and proceeded to trim. I rinsed the foam off and took a look at my handy work. ‘Oh my god, what have I done!’ I thought to my self. 

I knew I could still trim it closer and straiten the mess out. I did that two more times and then decided I best remove it all. I knew it would grow back. At least it would all be the same length then. Taking my time I slowly shaved around and near my pussy. When I was finally finished playing a circus contortionist in the shower. I rinsed off and stepped out drying off.

This is when I really noticed it was smooth and felt weird. I stood in front of the mirror I looked at my naked body. I touched my self over the lips, as it looked strange and I felt embarrassed even to my self alone. I examined the look feeling my self getting wet as the strange tingle washed through me. I played with my clit with one finger tenderly teasing it with the slippery fluid. 

I was shocked with disturbing knock at the door, “Come on I have to go pee.” You have been in there for ever, said Roy.

I yelped then clearing my throat, “I will be right out.” I wrapped a towel around me and opened the door. I felt my face flush red as I tried not to look at Roy passing him. 

He stopped me fast and said, “Hey it is a nice day want to go down to the beach? We can bring a lunch or something.”

I froze looking still away from him, “Who is going?”

“Just you and me no one else. We can just go relax and enjoy the beach,” he said.

I thought for a moment, “I don’t want you drowning me I don’t like that, and no hurting me.’

“Fine, take all the fun out of it. Ok I promise.” Then he entered the bathroom.

I hurried to my room I picked through the bathing suits I had, and just put on a blue flowered one. I tossed a pair of shorts on and a tee. Grabbing a towel I was ready. 

Roy took his sweet time I swear he packed everything from chairs to the cooler to a small grill, fishing poles. Leaving a note on the table we headed down to the beach. 

On the way he stopped at a friend’s house picked up some beers and what ever else. Then we moseyed down to the main drag. Roy pulled into one of the surf shops and said, “OK get out!”

I followed him inside having no idea what he was up to. Looking around he says, “Here try this one on.” It was a white bikini that had written across the ass ‘CUTE’.

I looked at it and said, “I can’t afford this? I don’t like it either.”

Roy looked at me for a moment and said, “I didn’t ask you if you can afford it. What do you like? I can only imagine what you are currently wearing is at best yuck!”

I kind of cringed at his truth, and then looked about. Most were thongs and utterly disgusting. 

Roy said, “You know sometime today would be good.” With a slight roll to his eyes toward the roof.

I had no idea.

Roy picked up a light orange with bright red highlights in a string bikini and said, “Here try this one on.” Handing it to me.

I went and entered the semi private enclosure and dropped my clothes. I knew only my feet were visible, but it was like I was in public naked. I looked in the mirror at my bare pussy, and it pulsed with excitement. Not hesitating I pulled on the suit and checked my self over. It was snug the fabric clung to my skin tight. 

Opening the curtain I watched as Roy’s eyes bulged a bit, he smiled and asked, “Does it fit alright?”

I said, “Yeah” He grabbed the tag off the side. “But it doesn’t have any lining?” 

Roy closed his eyes and shook his head in disbelief.

I poked his arm looking at the tag, “Ninety six dollars, what are you crazy?”

Roy with his hand pinched my cheek, “Just be quiet ok? And it is orange it don’t need lining like a white or yellow suit. Get your things and come on let’s go. 

I picked up my things in my arms. I felt naked standing at the check out counter even though many people buy suits and wear them out. Mine felt more revealing. I kept telling my self it was all in my mind.

We drove out on the beach and finding a fairly quiet place he parked. I walked down to the water as he set up camp. I was more trying to get used to the feel, the thin fabric was soft on my skin and where I had just shaved felt wet. There was no one in the immediate area so I looked.

I was wet and it was showing through a little. I didn’t freak or anything I just ventured in to the ocean and dipped in. I thought ‘That should fix my little problem.’ And it did but created another, the fabric now really clung to my body. It was like this suit was an automatic wedge waiting to happen. I tried to time it so Roy was busy when I snuck back up the beach. 

I hurried and sat down in the chair under the umbrella. He looked over and kept doing his thing. I watched and when he returned he handed me a beer. I looked at him and kind of didn’t want it after last night. 

He said, “Go on it will you good to drink the hair of the dog.” 

I sipped it and it still tasted like shit to me. I pretended like it was cool or something. While he slumped into the other chair next to me. Making big “Ahh” noises after each frequent gulp.

I looked at him in disgust, “Do you have to do that?” This only amplified the problem by ten. Now he was Ah-ing and belching after every tiny sip. I picked up my bottle and mocked him, “My name is Roy, Ah, Ah, Ah,” taking lots of little sips. He just continued to be obnoxious and with his feet tossed sand on mine.

I was starting to burn at him so I took the beer in my mouth and squeezing it out between my two front teeth, it squirted. I only intended to hit his feet but it flew and landed on his crotch. I laughed, snorting the beer almost choking, “You peed your self!”

Roy flung his hand so the contents in the bottle would hit me. I think maybe a drop came out. I flung mine and it was but a mouth full left hit him. I scampered quickly out of my chair as he chased me down the beach. I was laughing so hard I was having a hard time running. 

When Roy almost caught me, I turned quick and he missed me. I was running toward the water, just at the edge when I felt him touch my shoulder. Again I turned fast; I slipped and fell laughing so hard. Roy pounced on me and pined my arms above my head. I was breathing really heavy still giggling. He straddled my stomach still holding my hands. I tried to move but couldn’t. 

My mind was very light headed from the beer and the chase down the beach. Roy just held me. I laughed, “What you going to do? I give up.” I let out a loud sigh as I was catching my breath, “Phew! I feel tipsy.” I felt the water from a wave run up my side just a little. “I think I need something to eat. Ok you caught me, so do what ever you’re going to do so I can get something to eat.”

Roy’s eyes dropped to my chest then returned to my face. His face went all serious as I looked up at him. He leaned in and kissed me there was no pretending I felt his tongue touch my lips. I closed my eyes and just lay silent. He didn’t back off he kept kissing my closed lips. I was relaxing a little to the thought and suddenly I gave in and kissed slightly back.

I didn’t know if I wanted to but I was enjoying the feel. Soon I opened my mouth and his tongue touched mine. A jolt went through me and I felt my entire crotch tingle like pins and needles. His tongue played with mine, I liked it. I felt him release my hands as another wave splashed against me lightly. Keeping my hands where they were, I was afraid to move and stop the moment I was so caught up in the kiss. 

Roy with out breaking the kiss rested on his arm placed behind my neck and positioned himself between my parted legs. I knew I was not the only one feeling excited. I felt him soothingly grind his erection into my pubic area. This was arousing me way more than I wanted to be. We kissed eagerly not missing a moment to bond our lips, and search each others tongue.

I felt him adjust his erection with the other hand. Then I felt the warm skin of his cock touch my leg just before it poked at my pussy through the thin material. My head shook no a little to him as we kissed. He ignored me and continued to poke the material at my pussy directly at the entrance. I could feel the material pressing into me but was sure he couldn’t do more than that. 

My eyes were still closed as he ran his hand under the flimsy top to find my nipples. I let out a little moan as it made me wet beyond belief. I kissed him hard as he pinched the tender nipples. Another wave tickled my side. My legs wrapped around his as I gyrated into his cock. I breathed heavy in fast breaths through my nose. Soon I was making repeated short breath little moans as I felt it get real wet down there I just went with the feeling as if I was peeing in my swimsuit only it was more intense. 

Roy took his hand and quickly pulled the bottoms aside. I felt his cock touch my bare naked lips. My eyes opened in shock. I broke the kiss as he was trying to push into me just parting my pussy. I squirmed up he held me. I said, “No!” Boldly and meaning it.

Roy was stunned as he looked at me. 

I looked as I touched his face, “You can’t.” I looked around, “We shouldn’t have done this. You won’t really make me do it with you?”

Roy still with an erection between my legs moves up a little and kisses me again. He stops to say, “Just let me rub it a little I promise I won’t try to do that again.” 

I feel him stroking his cock over my slick pussy lips like a saw cutting wood. I said, “You should stop.” But it felt so god dam good. His cock thrusted hard splitting my lips and running over my clit toward my belly button. Another wave ran against me just wetting my hair dragging it back toward the ocean. My eyes rolled back and my mouth opened as Roy continued to hump me this way. 

My fingernails dug into his skin as I began to let loose once more. My body shuddered I humped his cock hard being careful not to allow it to slip in as my feet pulled him hard against my clit. I was moaning loud squeezing my ass cheeks in a flood of orgasms.

I felt hot squirts of cum splatter my stomach as Roy collapsed on me squishing the cum between our bodies. Pressing the base of his cock harder into my clit, as he squeezed the last drops out clenching his ass tight. We both lay breathless as he parted the sweaty hair from my face. 

I could feel his limping cock head running between my pussy lips as it deflated and fell right to my opening. Roy squished the flaccid head into me with no results. I looked up at him as he played with my hair. I gave off a little laugh as I said, “You’re a bad boy, I told you no.”

I wasn’t fighting him though as he just held it there while looking at me and continued to play with my hair. 

Eventually Roy stood up and reached down to me and pulled me up. He was looking all around his shorts were gone. I laughed at him as I placed my swimsuit back in place. 

We both washed off and made our way to the chairs where it all began. Roy wrapped a towel around himself. It was very much different now as we were not being childish toward each other.

Roy spoke, “So did you shave for me this morning? I know you did when I had to unclog the drain in the shower.” 

I blushed a little, “Oops!”

“You do know you have to keep it shaved now or it will get itchy and maybe rash?” He said with a devilish smile. 

I bit my lower lip nodding that I understood what he was saying. I then said, “What do you want? ______ I mean what happened, and what ...”

Roy placed a finger over my lips bending down to my face, “Do you want me to say I want you?” I nodded my head. 

Roy kissed my lips and then said, “Kay I want you to be my real girlfriend. I know we fight a lot but I love you.” 

My heart filled up and I wanted to cry. I did really well at holding it back. I just smiled so blissfully and kissed him.

We spent the remainder of the day discussing how it would not be good to let anyone know, as it would likely be misunderstood. I also confessed to Roy I was a virgin and that was something he would have to understand. I was not ready to have intercourse, but we could do other things. 

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Boys Will Be Boys



I am Dan, an average guy. Mid forties, married for 10 years, good family life. I've kept myself in decent shape but could always use some work. I got a notice for upcoming reunion on my prep school. One of my office mates, who lived near the school when were growing up, he resorted, in jest, to the old townie response of "those faggots." The idea of the reunion and his comment brought back some great old memories.

The all-boy prep school was known for its athletic teams and usually beat the local HS in the annual Turkey Day game. But of course, outsiders always made the "faggot" comment. Inside the school, the guys were homophobic, at least outwardly. This was the 1970's, and alternative lifestyles were not yet embraced. During my time there, however, as the saying goes "boys will be boys." 

One summer night, a friend, Bob, and I after a few beers went for a late night dip in the ocean. Afterwards, sitting in the sand, we soon were boasting of wished-for sexual conquests. Being 16, we both were soon sporting a good woody and secretly stroking ourselves. I never had done this with another guy before but was soon enthralled watching Bob stroke his cock. He was a little smaller than me but had a great mushroom head on his cock. He could see I was enjoying watching him as he watched me. My cock is about 7 inches, fairly thick. The conversation then turned to jerking off – how often we did it, where, etc. Bob then moved closer and reached across and put his hand on my cock. His warm hand wrapped round my cock felt fantastic. (Having only had self-satisfaction to this point in life, anything was an improvement!) Our conversations stopped as Bob slowed stroked my cock. Sitting across from him, I reached over and soon I was in my first circle jerk of two. All we could hear was our heavy breathing and the roll of the surf. A sudden noise set us scurrying for our clothes and to the car. 

Bob slipped in the back seat as I jumped in the front. A few nervous seconds later we realized our fears had gotten the better of us. Bob, still naked, laid across the back seat of my 1975 Malibu and began to revive his hard on. "Come on" he said. I was curious and jumped into the back with him. As I got seated, Bob grabbed my cock, slid on to floor and slid my cock into his mouth. Despite being only half hard, I nearly exploded right then. His warm, wet mouth surrounded my head. What he lacked in ability, he was making up with gusto. He soon was bobbing (no pun intended) on my cock, and all I could do was sit back and moan. MY first blow job! My first…anything! Watching him suck my cock was so hot. I had seen a blowjob in a movie and magazines but now was experiencing it. He looked up at me and I could see in his eyes he was enjoying it as much as I was. I knew I was getting close, so did Bob. Bob came up for air and was fisting my cock furiously as I could not take my eyes off my cock. Soon, a stream of cum spurted hitting Bob in the face, my chest and generally all over the place. Oh I never felt so good. Bob wiped his face and tasted a small amount on his fingers. "Try some", he said. I scooped a small amount off my chest and tasted it. It was not unpleasant, salty, and a bit strange. Bob then proceed to lick my cock clean. 

As I sat back and was recovering my breath, Bob sat up in the seat next to me and slowly jerked his cock and mine. As I looked at him I knew he wanted me to return the favor. I slid to the floor in front of him, and mimicked what I saw him do. His cock was already leaking precum and tasted saltier than my cum did. The sensation of his hot cock in my mouth was wild. I licked his head and shaft as I had seen in the movie and soon, Bob was gasping for breath. The car windows were completely fogged over by heavy breathing. I took his head in my mouth and proceeded to slide my lips up and down the shaft. I nearly choked as he grabbed my head and forced me all the way down. My cock had sprung back to attention as I got into slurping his cock. My spit was flowing as my tongue played with his cock slit. I heard him say "oh, god I going to cum," but being ever competitive, I was not going to stop just yet. Like a game of chicken, I was going to take him closer than he had taken me. I misjudged. The first shot hit the back of my throat; the second fell squarely on my tongue. I had pulled off of him as the third spasm shot me in the face. Sitting there, I froze. His cum was in my mouth! I did not know what to do. He did! He pulled me up and began to kiss me. He slipped his tongue into my mouth and swirled it around. We kissed for a few minutes then separated. We silently dressed. I used my socks to wipe the errant splashes of cum on the seats. Then once dressed got out of the back seat and into the front as did he. 

What seemed like hours later, he said "I hope you liked that?" All I could do was smile. Soon were laughing, we reassured each other we were not faggots, it was just like jerking off, no big deal. The next two years we hooked up more and more often. After college, he moved out west and I only get to see him once in blue moon. Since I got married, I've been on the straight and narrow. However, I was looking forward to seeing Bob. Perhaps we could relieve old times ever a few beers.



Boys will be Boys



Kim worked ever so diligently in her kitchen. She cleaned and cleaned until at last she was happy with the results. Never mind the fact that she'd taken three hours to do it, but none the less, it looked fabulous. She moved onto the living room and made everything just perfect, so that Justin's childhood home was just as he remembered it.

Justin her son who had just turned eighteen, had spent the last four years living in Las Vegas with his father and was happy there so when Kim and Monte divorced, Justin asked if he could stay to finish his schooling. Now schooling was over and high school was behind him. Kim had invited the boy to spend some time with her, here in Reno. He spent the better part of his first two years of school not speaking to his mother since he blamed her for the nasty divorce, but nonetheless he couldn't bear to talk to her.

Now two years later and a great deal of therapy, Justin walked towards her door a young and accomplished man. He unlike his mother who was only five feet tall, Justin took after his father he stood a modest five foot eight. He was a bigger child than she remembered. He had put on weight and now she'd guess he'd weigh in about two hundred pounds or so. He was chubby to say the least. 

She watched him come up the sidewalk and approach the door. She likewise moved to the door and opened it smiling. Justin stopped and dropped his bags on the porch. He gazed upon his mother for the first time in four years. She was still so pretty he thought for a woman of forty five years old, she had taken care of herself very well. She too had put on weight. Her behind had widened and she'd developed a nice set of D cups. Though Justin tried not to dwell on it, he couldn't help but notice. 

Justin walked up to Kim and said "Hi mom." She instinctively hugged the young boy, kissing his cheek. "Welcome home son." She said excitedly. "Come, Come inside and let's get you settled." She out of nervousness wiped her hands on her apron and led the boy into the living room. She smiled with glee at the mere thought of having her son home for her to take care of once in his life. He took off his jacket and laid it on the back of the couch and sat down. 

Kim said, "Would you like something to eat or drink dear?" Justin said, "I dunno? Whatcha got?" He got up and followed his mother to the kitchen. She opened the door and bent over to look inside. He stared at her ass as she called out food items. When she'd finished calling them out, he was still entranced staring at her behind. She stood and said, "Well, what will it be?" Justin said, "Ya know mom on second thought. I'm not really that hungry, but I'd like something to drink." She didn't ask this time, she just fixed him a soda and let that be that. 

Justin caught his mother rounding the counter and stood up. He grabbed her close and hugged her. She expressed, "My aren't you the affectionate one today!" Justin said, "I just need to be close to you mom, that's all." A bit unsettled and worried, Kim allowed him to keep his embrace for a good five minutes and pulled away. "I'm sorry Justin, I just can't stand there all day long. Really!" Justin dropped his head and walked back towards the door. Kim said, "Justin where are you going?" Justin replied, "Home. I don't think you and I will be as close as I'd hoped."

She ran past him and placed her back at the door and said, "Oh, no you don't. Is this because I stopped hugging you?" Justin nodded his head yes. Kim somewhat aggravated now said, "Justin honey, look at me. It's inappropriate for me to share that long of an embrace with you. Now if I was married to you that would be different, but you're my son and we should share comfortable hugs." It was apparent Justin didn't understand what she meant. She took his bag from his hand and led him back to the couch and sat him down. She sat beside him and said, "Ok Justin you win, now talk to me. What is it that you need from me?" Justin said, "I can't mom it's just too embarrassing..." Kim grimaced a bit and said, "Come on..." She prodded him more. She noticed his hands were in his lap in effort to hide something. She moved his hands and saw what it was. He sported a big erection through his jeans. She cupped her hands over her mouth and said, "Justin!" He lowered his head again. She continued, "What are you so embarrassed about Justin, It's just a dick, it's hard, so what?" 

Justin started to speak. "Mom, I wanted you to know that it may be a problem for me to live with you. You see after therapy was finished, I started getting this why when I'd think about you or miss you. My therapist said moving in with you could change all that." Kim said, "Well, did he say how?" Justin reach inside his suitcase and produced his paperwork. Kim said, "Look Justin this is going to take me a few minutes to go through, I'm going to the kitchen, you stay here and watch TV.

She stood and grabbed the folder and untied her apron and tossed it on the back of the chair. She went to the kitchen. She stood at the bar reading the folder which read:

Patient Name: Justin Abernathy Patient Age : 18 Patient Address: 2321 Whippoorwill Lane Apartment B Las Vegas Nevada 27724

Symptoms and Conditions: "Justin has associative passive sexuality disorder." Patients disorder Stems from divorced parents four years ago. Justin now associates mentally that he will take the place of his father and wishes to maintain a sexual relationship with his biological mother."

Recommendations: Justin should live with his mother to see that she is NOT his sexual equal and she should treat him such in order to stop the associative disorder.

It continued for two pages but it really just came down to the fact that she would have to make it clear to Justin that she was not going to have sex with him. Well she thought that should be easy....

She closed the folder and walked to the living room, Justin was on the couch where she'd left him, however he was fully nude. His erect penis was waving in the air as he cupped his balls and watched her move across the room, his free hand delicately moving across his fleshy stomach and down into his pubic hair area. She sat down across from him trying not to be upended by these events. She tried to look him in the eye, but his eight inch thick cock and huge balls waved in the air and drew her attention to it every time he moved it. She said, "Justin, this is not going to work, you can sit there all day long doing that and it won't bother me a bit. So feel free to put on a show son, I'll pay it no mind." He stared deeply at her as he started masturbating. With that she stood and felt her own pussy quiver and tingle. She needed to stop herself as well as him.

She hurried around the corner out of his sight and fell against the wall pushing at her quivering pussy. It had been years since she'd seen a nude man, let alone her son and images of his thick cock sprang into her mind even though she fought them out. She knew she must work with the therapist to cure him. Hurriedly she went to her room and looked at herself in the mirror. She buttoned her dress up more so that he could not see any cleavage as she moved. She moved back into the hallway and finished composing herself and then moved past the living room where Justin sat still fondling himself and into the kitchen. She prepared him a sandwich and took it to him. "Here, eat this." She ordered. He took the sandwich and pressed it onto the tip of his cock and then pushed it through to the base. "No you eat it." He said as he smiled at her. 

A fire came in her eyes. "Justin!" She shouted, "Stand up!" He stood. She reach out and grabbed his ear and led him to the kitchen where she pushed him against a barstool and told him to sit. She picked up the phone and called his therapist. She walked onto the back porch and proceeded to tell them what the boy had done. She of course was put on hold for a moment.

A mans voice came on the phone "Hello, this is Dr. Jarvis. Can I help you?"

"Hello", Kim continued, "I'm Kim Conrad, Justin Abernathy's mother. I have a problem and need your help?"

"What seems to be the problem Miss Conrad?" he replied.

"Well it seems Justin is here at my house he's in a sexually excited state and I don't know how to bring him down from it." Kim expressed.

The silence on the other end of the phone meant he was probably consulting with other physicians. He came back on the line and said, "Miss Conrad, I hadn't planned on letting Justin see you for at least another two weeks. We still had more work to do in order to prepare him. But now that you've got him, he has to cool down or he'll just lose it and go berserk. Possibly causing himself great harm."

Kim obviously upset said, "What do I need to do?" 

Jarvis stated firmly but in a hushed tone, "Miss Conrad, I need you to help Justin down from this state. I need you to help him gain the release he needs." Kim's lip quivered, "What do you mean?" 

Dr. Jarvis said, "Kim I know it's hard for you but I need you to him once we're done with this conversation and help the boy sexually in some way. He needs to orgasm."

Kim said, "But doctor, I'm his mother. I can't possibly fathom the idea of doing my own son."

Dr. Jarvis replied, "Well if you love him you'd better do something Miss Conrad. Call me if I can be of any further help and get him back in to see me next week."

Jarvis hung up the phone as Kim still holding it to her ear clicked it off yet held it in place to give the illusion she was still on the phone wile she sorted out her thoughts.

She composed herself a bit and knew she had to make a decision. She unbuttoned the top two buttons on her dress once again and returned inside. Justin still sat at the counter. She grabbed him by his hand and said, "This never happened!"

She drug him to the couch and sat him down. She sat beside him and reach down and grasped firmly his hot rigid tool. She jacked the young man until her wrist hurt. She then moved to her knees between his legs and began deeply sucking his cock. She knew how quickly she could make her ex husband cum, hopefully Justin was no different. She sucked him until her jaws began to ache. Justin turned her around and threw her dress up over her back.

She cried out, "Justin no!" 

Justin pulled down her panties and forcefully worked her legs out of them and began moving his cock up and down her ass crack allowing her natural state to moisten her pussy. He pushed against it a little with his cock and was easily accepted. Kim said, "But Justin I'm your mother!" He slowly sawed in and out of her until at last she gave it, it felt too good for her to rebel now. 

Justin worked his cock from side to side often falling out but quickly recovering. He watched her wiggle and moan and then she said it, "Oh Justin fuck me baby!" With that he ramped his speed up and worked furiously until she felt him buck and then felt his cum warm her insides. His orgasm subsided and he lay back on the couch as she fell to her side on the floor sobbing.

Justin momentarily said, "Mom, what's wrong?" As if he knew nothing of his actions. Kim sat up and said angrily, "What's wrong! You just fucked me you little shit! That's what's wrong!" Justin innocently said, "But mom I didn't know..." She looked at him, his vague expression told her he must be innocent and that it's probably a side effect of his condition. She moved to her knees and said, "Baby I'm sorry for yelling at you. What we did was wrong, but it felt so good. Do you feel better now?"

Justin smiled and shook his head yes. She stood and could still feel her pussy pulsating after the vicious fucking she'd just received. She was horny now and wanted more but she'd wait till Justin went to bed to take care of her own needs. Justin redressed and stood and gulped down the last bit of his soda and said, "Mom would you mind if I called some of my old friends and we hung out a little bit?" 

Knowing that Justin had grown up around this neighborhood it was unlikely that he'd find anyone from his childhood still here but for now she needed alone time to reflect. She said, "Sure hon go right ahead."

Justin picked up the phone and dialed a number and talked for a few minutes and said, "Mom, you'll never guess. I found Artie Simpson still around. Remember him? He's coming over and we're going to the mall for a while."

Kim did remember Artie he was such a strange boy, he had been rumored in his childhood to have had been abused sexually by his father. But right now she didn't care who it was just someone to occupy Justin's attention, perhaps the two could talk and it would ultimately help Justin's recovery.

Minutes later the doorbell rang, Justin answered the door while Kim stood around the corner in the kitchen. "Mom, I'm going out." Justin yelled back inside the house. She heard the door close and moved to lock it so she could go take a shower.

Outside on the steps, Justin said, "So Artie what's up?"

Artie said, "Nothing much, how'd things work out?

Justin replied, "Good, Good, couldn't have been better."

Artie smiled at Justin and said, "That's great man, next time you get to be Dr. Jarvis!"



Boys Will Be Boys



Heavy, wet snow was putting the windshield wipers to the supreme test and they were failing. Slowly, the snow was being pushed onto the previous pile until the wipers had to quit. It would be impossible for me to go on, so I tried to get over to the side of the road and out of danger. The wheels were spinning but I was going nowhere. The dashboard clock read 02:15. A bar's sign twinkled through the large snowflakes. Getting to the bar through snow that seemed to be falling at a foot a minute was a formidable task.

The lights inside of the bar had been dimmed to one point before off. A, too dark, hallway twisted and turned several times before the checkroom became visible. "What time d'ya close?" I asked the giant-sized, bald guy.

"Whenever," He said, handing me a ticket for my coat. There was another short hallway with a half-turn that led me to the serving bar, in the middle of a very large ballroom. The light level was so low that I thought I might've been the only customer, although, I could hear talking and laughing. I ordered a draught beer. I hadn't had one in quite a long time and thought I'd enjoy a change. It was a big change from what I was used to, it was served in a waxed, cardboard cup. "What time d'ya close?" I asked the effeminate-looking barman.

"Whenever," he replied, smiling dutifully. I remembered the tune but not the name of the song, Whenever, Whenever. I thought it might've been from the Broadway show, Annie. It really didn't matter.

"Like, what time is whenever?" I couldn't help laughing.

"Well," he said, thinking it over, "I guess ya could say, whenever is when the guy comes in for the next shift." He smiled with his eyes.

"Hey, that's great, I guess I can stay for a while yet, huh?"

"You're welcome to stay till whenever," he said, actually laughing, this time. "Seriously, though, the official closing time is supposed to be 03:00 but, unofficially it's whenever."

"Maybe ya could let me have another beer whenever you have time." I laughed silently, believing I was in wheneverland.

I was somewhat surprised. No, shocked would be a better word. I was shocked, when my eyes had adjusted to the darkness, to observe two young guys at the bar, hugging and kissing. At first I'd thought they were standing, facing one another, and just talking. I'd never seen anything like that and wondered how come the barman was ignoring them. Being able to see reasonably well, now, I glanced at the couples dancing. The light wasn't good enough yet, I guessed, all the couples seemed to be boys.

Then, I realized I hadn't been much brighter than the bulbs, when one of the boys I'd seen kissing, was now sitting on the bar, getting a blow-job from the other boy. When the barman approached them I feared it might've been to put a stop to my entertainment. But, no, he casually moved the bowls of nuts and potato chips out of harms way and went on with his chores.

On my other side, at the bar, I watched as one guy was withdrawing his hand from inside the back of another's pants then he smelled his fingers. I watched the ritual being repeated, continually. Motioning the barman to come over, I asked, "Did you see what that guy's doing?"

"What's he doing?" The barman asked.

"He's sticking his fingers in that guy's ass then smelling them!"

"I'm sure the guy washed well, beforehand."

Yes, indeed, this is a gay bar, I concluded. I had nowhere else to go, so I thought I'd just stay and enjoy the unusual, entertaining performances. I took my beer and went around the bar to the back of the room to be sure I wasn't missing anything. It was actually becoming good fun. Especially on the numerous occasions when I had my butt squeezed by guys passing by. The first time it happened, I turned to see who had done it. The guy was looking back with an enormous smile on his face. After that, I didn't bother to look. There were several pool tables at the end of the room but nobody was in that area. I went over and took a cue just to form a bridge and pretend play. Of course, there weren't any balls on the table. I turned to replace the cue when someone took me by the arm. I turned to see who it was and suddenly I was being held by my other arm, as well. I had no idea where they came from. One moment I was alone, the next there were at least six guys around me. "Wazzup, guys?" I nervously asked.

"Nothin's up, man, we jus wanna play with ya, on the pool table," one replied, setting them all to laughing. I was relieved that it was nothing more than a game of pool they were interested in.

Well. let go of my arms so I can get a cue."

"Naaw, ya wont need a cue, mister gorgeous, let us help you onto the table." He laughed as I was suddenly lifted off my feet to be stretched out on the pool table.

'What the fuck's goin' on?" I asked, sharply, though I already suspected what was planned for me. Before I could call for help, one of them had jumped onto the table and pushed a long, fat cock into my mouth. My face was being viciously fucked while my pants were being pulled off. Oh, no, I thought, they're gonna fuck my butt, too.

Roughly, they raised my legs and pushed my knees up near my shoulders. Perspiring profusely, I smelled like Sumo wrestler's armpit. I tried to brace myself psychologically in anticipation of the excruciating pain I'd have to endure when a big knob is forced up my tight ass. But it didn't happen that way. Instead, I felt the incredible sensation of a warm tongue digging into my hole. Alternating between the tongue wash and an ass-fucking by several strong fingers, my cock sprang up.

Everyone was nude by now. A guy straddled me to suck my cock deeply into his throat. He was exceptionally gorgeous with a brush cut and a sweet smile that he quickly tried to change into a scowl when he saw me scoping his face. He thought he should retain the spirit of the attack, I guessed. Now, there was no need, at all, to hold me down- I had become a very willing victim. Even the cum that was, at that very moment, slithering down my throat was exciting me. Now, my face-fucker having exhausted his resources, I could've called for help, but why would I want to, now?

I understood that they had every reason to believe I was one of them, and that I would really get off on their simulated stage play. .

The great mouth, blowing me, moved back since there was more room. I grasped the opportunity and urged him back enough that I was able to lick his creamy, smooth ass and dig for his delicious caviar. His body, quaking violently, he sucked me with even more enthusiasm.

When an obscenely enormous knob was finally rammed up my drooling butt hole, I was ready for it. It was as though the large knob, serving as a plunger, had created pressure that caused my cum to explode into the boy's mouth. It was the most fantastic orgasm I'd ever had.

Too soon, it had come to a climax. The gorgeous boys had dispersed in all directions. The cute, blond boy who remained, and had been one of those that had held my arms, hadn't participated in any of the truly enjoyable activities so, I kinda felt sorry for him. I went to him and opened his pants to extract a very nice cock. Then I reverently knelt before him to suck him well past his huge orgasm. Now, walking around the bar, some of his thick cum, still being savoured in my mouth, I kept my eyes peeled for any other cute boys, for whom I could feel sorry, before the snow removal equipment could come to fuck it all up.



Boys Will Be Boys



I felt so stupid. I was new in town so I really did not have any friends, but that was no excuse. I met them at this little rock bar "Hole in the wall" type of establishment. Being a country rock boy from Iowa does not get you much cred in so-cal. So when I found a group of guys who would let me in I pretty much did whatever they asked of me.

Which brings me to how the story started. Initiation required that I stole a bottle of Jack Daniels from this little "Stab and grab" on the corner. After that I had to get my ink that showed I was part of the group and then I was in. It seemed absolutely retarded to me that stealing a bottle of liquor was my end all be all task of loyalty but who was I to complain. I cannot regret my actions because I didn't know it at the time but the events of that day would change my life.

It was a typical sunny day which was normally a good thing, but I was worried about getting a sunburn. I was definitely pretty pale, and probably looked like an idiot. I was standing out front of the stab and grab with my jeans hugging my hips and showing off my heroin sheik physique when my buddies began to explain.

"It's a test of courage, you are going to get caught. You have no place to hide it, and more over we want you to cause a little trouble. So just go in there get the booze and if anybody tries to stop you, Drop Em! Got it?" 

"I think I can handle it." I said rather facetiously, besides, how hard could it be?

I learned that day there are certain five word phrases a man should never speak, as it turns out, "How hard could it be?" just turns out to be one of them. 

I walked into the store with my medium length brown hair a bit of a mess, and my black boots giving noise to my heavy stride. Immediately I was noticed by everyone in the store. The fact that I was shirtless made me stand out like a sore thumb. This was no doubt how they intended it, I wondered if I was set up or if this really was a stupid ritual that was really necessary to join. I would probably get out and they would not believe I went through with it, like they were just fucking with me and they would all think I was crazy. Then again, I am okay with crazy, Crazy and I, we go way back. I picked up the bottle and looked around. The old man behind the counter was no concern. He would probably break his hip if he tried to stop me. He could have a shotgun, but then again who would shoot a kid for a twenty-five dollar bottle of booze? That is a bluff I will call. There were no cameras and I thought

"This might actually be easy." 

I opened the bottle I had in my hand and took a big drink of it. Jack Daniels was always my favorite whiskey, that smooth sour taste just burns so good the whole way down. Immediately the old man began screaming at me, and of course the mother fucker didn't speak English, not that it mattered, by this time it was too late, I had made up my mind to go through with it. The whiskey fueled my courage and besides, I was going to get my first tattoo for free out of this. Ignoring the old man, I made my way out the door strutting my stuff and my attitude. I couldn't fathom what I was so afraid of there was no way the old man would chase or jump me, I didn't have a care in the world. That was until I heard his dog bark.

"FUCK!" 

I can't ever remember running so fast. There is nothing quite like a German Sheppard to put a little spring in your step. Before I knew it I had no idea where I was. I was running, jumping fences, plowing into people in my way and I must have looked like a wild man. Running for my very life as it would seem. Shirtless carrying an open bottle of Jack Daniels. At least the weather was nice, ya know, "for a shirtless run/whiskey bender."

Once I was certain I eluded the dog, I was kind of happy. It was exhilarating, I was pumped. Life was good, I escaped the foul clutches of my certain kibble related demise and had a bottle of whiskey and soon a tattoo to show for it. I started walking back towards the guys, pride glowing from my stride. 

That was when I saw the fuzz.

"That old douche called the cops on me?" That's okay the guys have my back. Wait, Are they pointing at me?

"I hate California."

You never know how fast you really are until you are being chased by a second German Sheppard and California's finest. Thankfully this time I knew my plan pretty well. Hop fences until I lose the dog. Simple, until I realized cops could jump fences too.

It must have been somewhere around my fifth backyard, hoping another fence, when everything had changed. In my criminal escapades thus far I had a sense of strength, a form of poise, really flawless bounds, fast landings and quick accelerations, and this is where it stopped. I had discovered this yard contained a pool, and inside this pool was a woman. I wish I could have seen more, but alas. The pool was deepest near the fence. After immediately sinking I swam towards the shallow end wear this woman was residing.

Her toe nails were freshly painted a nice hot pink and pedicured. Her bikini bottom was black. She had the most interesting tattoo on her flat sexy stomach and her tanned legs seemed to go on for days. As I came up for air I felt her hand grab my head and as soon as I caught my breath I was shoved back under. Normally I would have fought back, but something about this just seemed like a good plan, also I kind of enjoyed the view.

I sat underwater and I could hear her talking to someone, but I could not take my eyes off of her. Her hand seemed to pull my hair and my eyes were just locked between her legs. Her bikini bottoms just seemed to cling to the lips of her womanly parts, and while I sat underwater, I could feel my heart racing, and my muscles as if the pumped battery acid. I stared in lust and suddenly, I could feel a stirring in my jeans. 

(Fuck, not now. Nothing sucks more than running with a hard on.) 

It was hard to focus on anything else. My virgin parts longed to explore her body, to feel her skin and taste her. Yet there was something I was missing. Wait, was she, hiding me?

I pulled my eyes away from her only to look up beneath the surface of the water and could see nothing. Suddenly she yanked me up with a quick tug and now it was her I had to answer to.

"What the fuck are you doing in my yard? and why the fuck were the cops chasing you for?"

I broke free of her grasp rather defensively and looked at her in disbelief. I could feel my familiar rebellious nature welling up with a large amount of teenage angst, until I realized she was not angry, or offensive, more curious. 

"I was stealing booze so I could join a gang." I said as I held up my now watered down prize.

Laughter came out of her in a very unbelievable sort of way, and it did not take long before I followed suit. There we were holding a worthless bottle of whiskey in her pool under the strangest of circumstances.

"So I just lied to the cops for you, they will get half way to the beach before they realize they are not on your tail. What are we going to do about this?" She said to me, with a mischievous grin

"I don't know, what do you want from me."

Her eyes traveled over my shirtless form as if she was seemingly drinking me in. When I realized she was checking me out I could not help but follow in suit. I let my eyes wander. She had shoulder length bleach blonde hair and a perfect tan. Her eyes were very pretty and her lips were full and thick. She had a petite athletic build complete with full round perky breasts. Here eyes took in my slightly hairy chest, and then she followed my happy trail south and then they stopped. Her mouth opened as her eyes locked on a target and I realized what she had noticed.

(Fuck again.) if it weren't for bad luck I'd have no luck at all.

"Enjoy what you saw down there?" She said rather demandingly while looking at the tent I had pitched in my jeans. Suddenly my cheeks felt on fire and my heart leapt into my throat. I sank so that my waist was conveniently placed below the water line. Before I uttered.

"Fuck, my bad. I am sorry about that."

"Don't be." she said, "I like what I saw too. Have you ever been with a woman before?"

When she asked I didn't know what to say, so I responded how all boys do. "Dozens of em."

She let out a laugh followed by a very speculative glance and said. "Whatever you say stud, I'll make you a deal little boy." She said very condescendingly before she added "If you call me master and service my every need, not only will I not call the cops on your ass, but I might even get you another bottle of booze." She added with a grin.

"I suppose I don't have a choice, do I, Master."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~CHAPTER 2~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

She lifted her feet across the pool and began to rub my swollen member through my jeans. I watched as her pedicured toes rubbed me down. She knew what she was doing. Everywhere her toes touched it was almost like electricity shooting through my member and into my body. This little foot rub continued for a moment or two, until with her arms spread across the edge of the pool and her frame comfortably seated on a step, she lifted her long leg and perfect foot up out of the water and commanded me. "Suck them."

Without hesitation I lifted her foot out of the water and sucked her big toe into my mouth. I could taste the pool water on her and there was something about this that was really turning me on. I did not have a choice in the matter. Even if I did not want to suck her toes, I had to or she would call the cops. This went on for a minute or two. I licked, sucked, and worshiped her feet just like I was told. She shifted her position moving her hand beneath he water, and when she finally pulled her hands out of the water again and I realized she was holding her bikini bottoms. While I had been busy at work, my master had untied her bottoms and completely taken them off. She spread her legs and wrapped them around me pulling me closer to her before taking a hand full of my hair and saying. "Eat my fucking pussy."

I couldn't believe this was happening to me, I almost wanted to feel offended, my first time, and I am nothing but her little bitch, yet at the same time, before now I was only dreaming of tasting her soft wet pink lips and now there they were waiting for me. As I was thinking about it her hand pulled my hair yanking my head toward her perfectly shaved pussy and she said. "Didn't you hear me? I said eat my pussy now."

before I knew it I was under water and she looked better than I could have ever imagined. Her legs spread wide with my head between them and her feet on my back, her hand on my hair and my face buried in her mound. Her smell was intoxicating and her pussy was so clean, the type of clean pussy taste you can only get in water. My tongue ravished her nether regions and I enjoyed every bit of her shaved mound. I let my tongue travel up her lips and around her clit. I licked every inch of her and then I let my tongue slide deep into her so I could taste inside her and her juices. She was sweet and tasted like angels ought to taste. I licked up the length of her lips before I finally surrounded my lips over her swollen clit. While I held her clit in my mouth I sucked on it lightly and ran my tongue over it. I started off flat and slow but as time progressed my strokes grew faster and my tongue got harder, I started to shove my fingers into her pussy, and then I ran out of breath. 

When I came up out of the water she had her top off waiting for me and I took this as a cue. Immediately I took her nipple into my mouth and sucked it, my hand groped her other breast as she pulled me back and then said. "Take your pants off."

"Yes master." I really needed no invitation and as quickly as she had asked, my wet jeans sunk to the bottom of her pool. Her hand went down and took firm hold of my hard cock. I felt her squeeze me before she started stroking me furiously. She spun us around and pushed me down on the steps of the pool, as my cock jutted out of the water and before I knew it I was in her mouth. She did not start off slowly like girls do in porn or kiss the tip or put only the head in or any of that crap. She knew exactly what she wanted and I could feel the tip of my cock starting to reach the back of her throat. There was a little hesitation before she finally slid all the way down and her lips met the skin just above my cock. I was in disbelief as she continued to give me the best head I could have ever asked for. Her lips were wrapped tightly around my member as her blonde head bobbed up and down. I could feel her tongue rubbing me hard inside of her mouth, and occasionally she would pull it out to stroke it fast and lick up the length of my shaft and down again. While she stroked my with her hands she lowered her head and took one of my balls onto her mouth sucking it lightly while her hand pumped my shaft quickly. Then after a few moments she looked me straight in the eyes and said. "Tell me boy, do you like how your master treats you?"

"I love how my master treats me, she sucks my cock so good but I don't think I deserve it."

"You don't. I am not doing this for you. This is for me. I love cock, I love sucking and fucking it. I need cum, you just happen to be my little boy toy" she said and then she began to climb the steps.

I was worried she was going to leave me there and give me the worst case of blue balls man has ever known but she didn't She stopped when she had my head at her crotch level. She straddled above me placing her pussy directly in my face before she commanded me again.

"You know what to do." was all she said, and with a "Yes master" I once again went to work. I ate her pussy while she stood above me and played with her breasts. I will never forget the sight of her slender tanned and tattooed body above me, her hands groping herself and pinching her nipples while she moaned. Just before her orgasm she took a step down so I was staring eye level with her waist and she began to play with herself. 

"Don't move." she said as her hips gyrated and her hands worked on her lower parts. One hand rubbed her clit while the other spread open her lips and her fingers thrust deep into her pussy. It was the most unbelievable sight I had ever seen. Her orgasm took her in waves I could see it rush through her body and as her face mixed with the pain and pleasure of the perfect orgasm Her muscles contracted and she released. it glittered out of her in the sunlight at first, then down my chest and into the pool. There she was orgasming, and soaking her slave. I couldn't get upset or disgusted I was so in the moment I could not control myself. I was under her control. I was her slave, I was meant to service her and I was her property. I came forward and took her clit into my mouth I could taste her juices and the taste surprisingly turned me on even more. After a few moments of work on her clit she finally stepped down further and sat herself upon my cock. 

She thrusted herself down upon me, and her eyes widened. "You're not a such a little boy after all, I guess you are all man." she said as she began to rock back and forth on my lap. I could feel my cock plunging deep into her with the water as extra lubrication. It is truly a different sensation to fuck someone in water. I could feel that water flowing into her and surrounding my cock inside her pussy filling up what ever crevices my hard cock was currently not occupying.

I was surprised at how unbelievably tight my master was. her pussy felt perfect wrapped around me. after a few moments of riding me she turned around and rode me reverse cowgirl before finally getting up and bending over the side of the pool. 

"Fuck my ass." She said to me plainly 

(I take it back, I love California.)

My master bent over as I came up behind her and dropped to my knees. I started to rub her cheeks and examine the area, not having done anything like this before, and she said. "You heard what I said didn't you?" and before she had a chance to stop me, I leaned in and let my tongue start at her pussy then work it's way to her ass. It took her a moment to realize what I was doing but once she realized what I was up to she did not stop me. I let my tongue travel around her ass a few times before I eventually slid my tongue in for just a second and then I stood up and took firm hold of my cock. I gently placed the tip of it against her and underneath the water it slid in surprisingly easy. She exhaled deeply as I began to slowly fuck her. Her ass was the tightest thing I had ever felt and it only took moments before I knew I was about to cum. I tried to go slowly as to not hurt her or cum too soon, but I just could not help myself she was too warm, too tight, too perfect. Bestial urges were taking over and my thrust became harder. She began to notice, and stopped me, her hand groped my balls, and with a firm, but not tight squeeze she said. "You're about to cum aren't you." 

She pushed me back over to the steps and after stroking my cock with water for a few minutes I told her. "Master I am about to cum."

"Not yet." she said.

She sat me on the edge of the pool and stayed in the water. From there she began to stroke and suck my cock with renewed vigor. "Cum for me, she commanded I want you to cum all over my tits."

I watched as she jerked my cock until I shot rope after rope of cum all across her perfect breasts. She let out another laugh that I could barely hear over my moans and then she took the head into her mouth. Slowly she sucked the head of my cock and milked the last few drops of my cum, and happily drank of me.