Date: Fri, 12 Apr 2002 15:44:29 -0700 From: Cats Tales Subject: A lot more A Lot More By CatsTales@hotmail.com Note: The following story contains explicit details of fictional sex between young boys and young men. Anyone finding this sort of material offensive and anyone not legally old enough to read it should close here. The characters and events are purely fictional and not intended to portray any real events, condone or encourage any of the activities described. A Lot More By CatsTales Chapter One - Maturing Living in a small Texas town and being gay. Hell on earth, you would think. Well, for the most part you would be correct. It's way to frigging hot in the summer, the humidity reaching 95% nearly every day, the temperature following close, if not as much as 10 degrees higher. The fall is miserable, cold wet and rainy, the winter often at levels of freezing and even occasional snowstorms. There was also a lot more "queer" activity then any Texan would ever even come close to admitting. Some of it is just plain horniness; Texas women tend to drift onto the fat side once they have "hitched" themselves to a man. Most of it is the freedom of openness, oh not at being gay, but with their children, who at tender ages are left to drift and congregate freely and without much adult supervision, especially during the long breaks in the year round school systems that had even crept down into the elementary ages. That's when I was first ensnared; between sixth and seventh grades, but to be honest I knew at least a year prior that the male anatomy was much more to my interest then the female. Girls were starting to 'blossom' and while still the objects of 'cooties' and sounds of disgust, excitedly discussed on the playground and in the boy's lockerroom. Yes, we were already changing our clothes at that impressionable age for our Phys. Ed. Classes, including a mandatory shower afterward. How do you think I knew I liked boys better? Very few of us had begun to produce physical signs of maturity, but inside a lot of us were already in the early stages, testicles now hanging loosely instead of tucked up underneath all shapes and sizes of penis's. The game playing was taking on more serious overtures, no longer a simple examination, if someone got you far enough in mutual exposure, it usually wound up that you brought one another to gut wrenching dry climaxes through mutual fondling and masturbation. In more private circles, usually one on one with serious demands of secrecy, some awkward oral stimulation was experimented with, which of course lead to attempts at 'corn holing' as well. I'd been involved with about six other boys in exactly these circumstances. All close friends, we pretty much had a club were we'd jack ourselves while drooling over some older brother's Playboy or Hustler magazine. Well, they drooled over the centerfolds and nude spreads of women, I was secretly drooling over them. Turns out two of that crowd shared my interest, at least for that short summer and we began to meet as a threesome and pretty much gave up the rest, except for 'normal' play of baseball, football and things. Brian was a best friend with Craig and definitely had a LOT more interest in our activities then him. Craig liked our messing around, but always had to be 'talked' into doing things. Brian and I eagerly tried everything. It was through Brian I fulfilled a lot of those nasty, evil thoughts that would invade my solitary sessions before I would drift off into nighttime slumber. Brian was a very outgoing, fun guy to be around. He was smart, but really hated being seen as such. At five feet, five inches tall, he was one of the larger boys, with an infectious smile, flaxen hair and the prettiest green eyes you'd ever seen, topped off with a light dusting of freckles across his nose. He was the object of much attention from the giddy, stupid females that tried to capture him, but he would have nothing to do with them, other then maintain the air needed to avoid suspicion. He was a very good actor, needless to say. The first of any of us to sprout hairs, albeit only about three or four around his perfect, circumcised four inches. The first person I ever allowed to 'corn hole' me, and me 'corn holing' him and we found ourselves spending more one on one time together, sleeping over, easily sucking each other to orgasm, practicing our fucking techniques and not giving a damn that what we were doing was thought to be 'queer' by our fellow classmates and friends. With Brian, and me, we could be ourselves. We were, and we had many, many sessions of unabashed sex, bringing each other off without guilt or remorse, each time getting better and better. I had my own first, and it was another of Brian's too. I got to be the one to receive, taste, and relish his first wet orgasm, produced by my now well-practiced art of fellatio. I had a dry orgasm, as I tasted his delicious, salty sweet nectar directly from his proud little boy cock. So we entered a new era, the mysterious world of Junior High School and the seventh grade. Brian now had two nice little wings if pubes and was producing much more sweet nectar that I loved to receive and I had sprouted a few hairs of my own, but had yet to have my first wet orgasm. Craig would still join us once in awhile, but mostly watched us two suck, fuck and get each other off while he jacked off. Then came the holiday break and I had trouble getting in touch with Brian. I was very upset and put out until three days before Christmas he excitedly called me and begged me to come over to his house, he had something really important to tell me. Moody person that I am, I balked, but he begged and said I wouldn't regret it, so after informing my mother I walked the four blocks to his house, freezing my ass off in the process, but my dick was hard the entire time, thinking we were going to finally get to be with each other again. "Dude," he said after letting me into his nice, warm home, informing me his mother was at work and making my small, four inches even harder inside my jeans, "Your not gonna fucking believe this!" He lead me down the hall and we sat in his room, me on his bed where we had many times shared each other's, now 13 year old charms, he at his computer desk. I was astounded as he excitedly babbled why he had been out of touch recently and perfectly nice guy that he is, apologized profusely until I started to get a little mad and insisted that he get on with his tale. Next door to him, two college guys had moved in, renting the house and they were both absolute hunks. As gay as I was, I knew Brian was at least as much and he confirmed it as he spun the tale of his meeting them with his mother first, then sneaking over on his own and sure enough, was seduced by one of them. Brad was a twenty-year-old wrestling jock and Mike was his twenty-one year old lover. They were gay! He'd first produced some fairly straight magazines, Brian portraying an innocence I knew was far from the truth and finding the little next door neighbor boy interested, showed him an explicit video of male on male sex and extricated Brian from his clothes and made love to him, sucking him off twice, then lovingly taking him anally and Brian confessed that the jock's nice, slim seven inches did a lot more for him then my puny little four inches. The kicker was, Brad wanted to know if he Brain knew of any little buddies that would like to participate, as both he and his lover were really turned on by younger guys. Guys like Brian and me. That's how I met Mike, and found out that Brian was right. Mike's six inches of total man cock sent me off into much more powerful orgasms then did Brian's almost five of still immature boycock. His delicate, loving treatment of my still hairless thirteen year old body was so intoxicating, so mind blowing, that I knew after the first week I could never be satisfied unless it was a strong, muscled jock that fucked my lascivious, aching ass. Brian had Brad as a lover and I had Mike. We were still best friends and shared sex occasionally, but we both made frantic excuses to spend time at Brad and Mike's place, getting what we both wanted, fucked by two, handsome jocks that treated us like gold. A side benefit was being able to watch each other as our older lovers would take us both to nirvana and back and I found I really liked watching Brad pound away at Brian's cute little ass, and he in turn, viewing Mike unload into my groaning, pleading requests to fuck me hard and long. Some kinkier things invaded and we tried them, Brad taking me once in awhile, Brian sucking off Mike, all four of us engaging in little mini-orgies, even some minor water sports, the older guys would lay in the bathtub as Brian and I would shower them in our golden fluid, they French kissing and jacking each other off. After school started back up, the sessions became harder to arrange, but that only served to increase the intensity of our orgasms. Brian and I spent that entire school year servicing and being serviced by two of the hottest, horniest hunks in all of Texas. Comments to CatsTales@hotmail.com Flames ignored, I will try and respond to all. Comments or suggestions appreciated, especially if you think this story should continue...