Date: Sat, 23 Dec 2017 17:48:03 -0500 (EST)
From: Five Hole Punch <fiveholepunch@comcast.net>
Subject: No Plot, Just Filth  Part Five

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No Plot, Just Filth     Part Five A

Boys: Charley and Ryan

My most delightful visitors?  Two boys, Charley and Ryan, inseparable
friends who attended sixth grade at the middle school a few blocks away.
They were both twelve years old but Ryan was the more physically mature of
the two.

I noticed them together in front of Sam's one Saturday.  They were looking
around and when they spotted me heading up the block, I could see them
talking guardedly to one another.  I was curious so I slowed my pace.  As I
approached, I greeted the boys.  They said hello with an obvious
anticipation that they tried to hide.  I purposely paused to fish out my
keys before climbing the stairs to my apartment when the younger looking
boy spoke up.

"Are you the man that lives upstairs?"

"Yes."

"Do you know Lou?" the bigger boy asked too rapidly, betraying his
excitement.

"Yes, I know him."

"We go to school with him ... at -----."

"Oh?"

I remained neutral, to see if the boys were just casually curious or had
other plans.  My estimation of Lou's influence on his peers rose.

"Yeah, we know him," the younger boy offered in support.

"We play basketball with him," the bigger boy added.

"That's nice."

There was a pause.  I gave them a moment to decide.

"Well, say hello to Lou when you see him."

I headed for the stairs.  Before I took three steps I heard, "Wait!"

It was the smaller boy.

"We was wonderin' if ... maybe ... we could go upstairs, too?"

His bigger companion nodded slightly in agreement.  There was a quick flush
that arose instinctively from my body at those words.

"I don't see why not."

The boys grinned at one another.  I knew what they wanted.

"Follow me."

I led them upstairs, introduced myself, and asked their names.  They were
Ryan and Charley, Charley and Ryan.  They were a pair, pals, or any other
word you wanted to use; it was obvious.

A quick description is in order.  Ryan was the bigger boy, taller and
stocky, more muscle yet smooth with puppy fat at his waist, thighs, and
buttocks.  Charley was shorter and boyishly lean, the lack of body fat that
can only exist in a boy at the edge of Youth.  Charley had his light blond
hair neatly cut, precise, as precise as the sharp edges of his features; a
razor thin nose and piercing blue flecked eyes.  Charley was the more
animated and had intensity as his dominant personal characteristic. Ryan
was not as quick as his friend; his simple nature was perfectly reflected
in the haphazard, messy black locks atop his head.

We entered my apartment and I put my keys on the table and my jacket on the
hook.  The boys looked around.  I took a seat on the couch and gestured for
them to come over.  Surmising the nature of their friendship, intimate, I
went straight to the point.

"So Ryan and Charley," I said with conclusive air, "I take it the reason
you wanted to come up was to have some fun, right?"

"Yeah," Ryan replied.  His companion nodded in agreement.

"I'm sure guys have had fun with each other before?"  I gave a slight
emphasis to the word fun to be clear, "Probably most every day."

The boys laughed nervously but knowingly.

"Well, you can have your fun here if you want.  I don't say anything to
anyone about what goes on so you can feel free to do whatever.  Cool?"

"Yeah, cool!" The boys were enthusiastic in their reply.

"So ... have you guys been fooling around with Lou?"

"Ryan did it with him," Charley volunteered.

"Hey!" the older boy objected.

"It's true."

"You're not supposed to tell," Ryan admonished.

"Don't worry, Ryan, I never say anything about what goes on here, even if
it is someone you know."

Ryan's look didn't convey much in the way of reassurance.

"And, Charley," I added, "You have to be careful about what you say.  You
could get other people in trouble without meaning to."

"Yeah, Charley," Ryan retorted.  Charley looked none too happy at being
rebuked.

"Ryan ... you don't have to be embarrassed about fooling around, okay?
Plenty of guys do it."

"Yeah, I know," Ryan replied, looking embarrassed nonetheless.

Boys being boys, Charley saw an opportunity to gain an advantage over his
bigger pal.

"Tell him what happened in Mr. Wilson's class."

"No!  Don't tell."

I was intrigued.  "What happened?" I inquired.

"Charley!" Ryan objected.

"C'mon, it's funny."

"No, don't," Ryan begged.

"Ryan was in the back of class ...," Charley smiled a sly smile.

"Don't tell," more desperate this time.

"He had his hand in his pocket ..."

"Charley!"

"And he got caught jacking by Mr. Wilson!"

Charley laughed.

"It's not funny!" Ryan whined.

"Who is Mr. Wilson?" I inquired.

"He was our 5th grade teacher."

I thought I'd ask out of curiosity, suspecting something of human nature,
"Did you get sent to the principal, Ryan?"

"No, Mr. Wilson was cool, he just told me to `make sure I made wise
decisions.'  He didn't even call home."

"That was nice," I responded with ironic understatement.

"Yeah, Mr. Wilson was real nice."

Both boys seemed to agree on this point.

"So, you guys have jerked together, right?"

"Yeah," both answered; Ryan a bit reticent and Charley not in the least.

"Alrighty then," I channeled Jim Carrey, "No sense in wasting time.  Ready
to get naked?"

The boys looked at each other with surprise.

"You have gotten naked with each other, haven't you?"

"Yeah, a bunch of times!" Charley exclaimed with enthusiasm.

"So you're not embarrassed are you?"

"No," was their reply but Ryan seemed slightly less sure than the younger
boy.

In fact, many boys can't wait to get naked given the opportunity.  This act
alone is exciting, is sexual, a pure joy; the freedom of nakedness after a
day, a week, a young lifetime of being told what to do by parents and
teachers and everybody else.

"I'll tell you what, whoever strips down first gets a free appetizer at
Sam's."

This was met with gleeful smiles and then frantic disrobing.  Hoodies and
tees were pulled overhead and flew off into space accompanied with giggling
satisfaction. Ryan kicked his shoes off and Charley bent over, taking time
to pull the laces. Now naked from the waist up, the boys attacked their
Levis, unbuckling belts, pulling zippers, and yanking them off their legs.
Any time Ryan gained kicking his shoes off was lost as Charley's thin torso
allowed him to drop his jeans to his ankles in a blink; Ryan's thicker legs
required a few tugs to bring them down.

There was a pause before the commitment to total nakedness.  Charley
teased, sliding his underwear lower with short tugs, daringly exposing more
and more, teasing me and Ryan.  A twirl and smooth ass cheeks were
partially bared.  It was a celebration of the body, a carnival of pink
flesh.  On my cheap rented couch, I applauded and lauded like a Roman
patrician.

What I have found over the years is this; some boys are reserved when they
visit an older man, looking for guidance.  Then, with familiarity, they
loosen up and are more spontaneous on later visits.  Others are wild right
from the beginning, their erotic exuberance knows no restraint, and they
dance about displaying their bodies with abandon.  Charley was the latter
for sure.

"Okay, time for some naked butts!" I declared, "Let's see `em."

The boys grinned, turned round and, with shared looks, gave me a look at
two beautiful moons.  Laughter filled my cheap apartment.  While they faced
the other way, I took the opportunity to reach into my pants and pull my
half-hard cock upright.  After this display the boys pulled their underwear
up and spun towards me.

"Okay," I signaled, "On the count of three, undies totally off."

Both boys put their thumbs under the elastic of their undershorts.

"One ..."

Charley was looking at his pal, ready to strip his BVDs off his thin torso
in a flash.

"Two ..."

I held the count, taking pleasure in my good fortune, before shouting,
"Three!"

I think Charley jumped out of his underwear.  He bent over and had them off
before Ryan got his down to his knees.  Charley stood quickly and flung his
well-worn, white briefs to the rafters.  His pure white penis was as thin
and skinny as the boy, tapering to a tight, pointed foreskin.  His balls,
beautifully oblong orbs, hung drooping in a delicate, pale rose sack.

"Woo hoo!  I win!"

Ryan stepped out of his shorts, stood up and held them shyly in front of
himself.  Before I could utter a word Charley evened things up between the
two of them.

"No fair," he declared, "You gotta be totally naked!"

With that, he yanked Ryan's Hanes out of his pal's grasp.

"Hey!"

Ryan reacted and grabbed Charley but not before the latter chucked his
undies across the room.

At this point I had two naked boys, well, except for socks, grappling in my
apartment.  Ryan was obviously more mature than Charley; he had visible
sparse pubes, irregularly sprouting and just curling in places.  His cock
was chunky and the naked head, Ryan was nicely cut, was wonderfully curved
and shaded from pale crimson to creamy purple near the rim.

I was, appropriately, reverent (as well as fully erect) before Beauty and
Nature.  It has been observed time and time again that a boy is like an
animal; having the lust of a goat, the beauty of a fawn, the playfulness of
a colt.  Charley's body was as sculpted as a marble of the ancients, but in
constant vital movement, a wonder to behold.  He would be one to gambol at
the heels of Dionysius, finger cymbals ringing.  Ryan's physique would
place him astride a barrel, a bunch of grapes in hand.

Ryan applied his superior force before eventually easing up on his slender
pal.

"I think Charley won the get naked contest" I declared, "but I think we
should give Ryan another chance."

"No-o-o, that's not fair!"  Charley wailed.

"You haven't heard the contest yet, Charley," I replied cooly.

"Yeah, Charley," Ryan retorted.

Charley made a face at his pal and pouted exaggeratedly to express his
displeasure

"It's a really good contest," I said tempting the petulant boy, "Don't you
want to hear what it is?"

"Maybe ..."

"It's the ...," I paused for effect, "... `First to Get a Boner Contest.'"

That brought a smile to Charley's face and Ryan's too.  Both boys hadn't
hardened, although Ryan looked like he had a slight head start and was
getting a bit "chubby."

"Ready ..."

The boys took a set like they were going to run a race.

"Set ..."

You could see the competiveness in the dirty smiles on their faces.

"Go!"

Ryan immediately went to the traditional jacking, yanking his thicker cock
with repeated vigor.  Charley yanked at first but, as soon as he got some
length, he started flicking his thin penis up and down, holding the base of
his shaft between his index and middle finger, slapping his pointy tip
against his hairless pubic mound on the upstroke.

The seriousness of the competitors was quite evident.  Charley's tongue
stuck from the side of his compressed lips, his eyes squinched, as he
concentrated on getting his boyhood to rise.  Ryan bent forward and back as
he yanked with forceful determination.  He was beginning to break a sweat,
although, as I got to know the boy, Ryan was never far from breaking a
sweat when he was involved in sex play.

It wasn't a half a minute before Charley declared himself as the winner of
the contest.

"I won, mine's hard!"

Yes, true, but it wasn't hard "up." Charley had an erection that was very
stiff and always straight, it could be "up" poking out at ninety degrees or
even more vertically "up and out."  Ryan, still massaging and stroking,
voiced his opposition to Charley's declaration of victory.

"You're not!  It's just sticking out," Ryan objected with conviction.  He
knew his buddy's state of erection from extensive experience as I would
later learn.

"You're still jerking and I'm done," Charley stated as a fact.

Ryan looked pissed.  "It takes longer when it's bigger, Charley."

Before Charley could respond, I jumped in.

"Hey, I'm the official judge of the `First to Get a Boner Contest.'  I need
to get a clear view to give the official ruling."

Charley was quicker to stick his dick out but Ryan had swollen by this time
and he definitely had the more impressive display when he turned it loose.
His erection had a sharp upward curve, like a drain pipe, thick and
substantial for twelve year old.  It was topped by a cherry red ... well,
cherry, to offer a fair description.

"I have to see them from the side, too," I said tapping my chin in mock
judgment.

The boys brandished their erections as soldiers drilling at arms. They
began to revel in their horned-up nakedness, marching about like satyrs on
a Greek vase.

"Hmm, this is a tough one.  From the front one more time.  Hmm ..."

The boys were laughing as they showed themselves to their best advantage.

"I think I need to see the side again...  Now from behind ..."

Charley squealed with delight as he quickly turned, bending at the waist.
Ryan did the same, a half beat behind.  They both spread the flesh of their
smooth buttocks to display their assholes with pride.  My cock was dripping
at the sight: smooth cheeks, Ryan's were stocky and his hole a bit dusky
and Charley's lean-muscled with a tight and pink pucker; two ball sacks,
walnuts and grapes; and beyond, two stiff erections, a sausage and a spear
of asparagus.

I gave myself a moment to take it all in.

"Okay guys, turn around, I made my decision."

The boys poked at each other before standing before me.

"I will say that Charley did get stiff first ..."

The thin boy danced, both arms raised in triumph.

"But ... Ryan got his to stand all the way up first."

"Yeah!"

Ryan gave fist pump to which Charley stuck out his tongue.

"It looks like we have two winners.  I guess I'll have to buy two
appetizers."

This was met by smiles from both youngsters.

"But, first ... the ultimate contest ... it's jerk off time!  To the
bedroom!"

I sounded the bugle, pointed to the hall and the boys led the charge with a
whoop and a war cry from each.

"Go on and jump in," I directed, indicating my double bed to the
youngsters, "You can prop yourself up on the pillows."

Charley took my words literally, taking a flying leap through the air and
quickly rolled his 85 pounds to the head of the bed.  Ryan was slower and
crawled his way into position beside his schoolmate.  When he settled in
with a heavy plop, his 120 pounds jiggled his buddy, provoking grabbing and
protests with half-hearted, giggling resistance.

Charley, at a strength disadvantage when it came to wrestling, had his ways
of turning things in his favor.  I watched as Charley swiftly reached over
and gave Ryan's plump nipple a hard pinch.

"Oww!  Charley, that hurt!"

Charley laughed, which drove Ryan to try to do the same to his companion,
which was impossible as there was nothing to grab on Charley's wiry frame.
This degenerated into repeated attempts to gleefully grab at the anything
that wasn't guarded by the other.

"Stop!  Stop!" the smaller boy yelled trying not to laugh any more, being
tickled more than being roughed up.  Charley's legs were kicking about
excitedly as he tried to escape the grip of his attacker.

"You quit it first," was the rejoinder from the stronger boy, delightedly
torturing his playmate.

"Hey, Ryan," I mock warned after a couple of minutes of watching the
tussle, "You better quit, we don't want Charley to pee himself."

This brought laughter from Ryan and protests from Charley.

"Yeah, Charley.  Are you going to pee yourself?  Huh?"

Ryan tickled harder while Charley denied the taunts.

"I'm not going to pee myself. Quit it, Ryan!"

Charley was both laughing and mad at the same time.  I wanted to get things
back on track.

"Hey, guys, do you want to jerk off or not?" I asked.

"Yeah, Ryan," Charley admonished his pal.

"Let's see who can get their come first," I challenged.

Both boys were flushed and excited by their struggle and while Charley's
pole was down somewhat and swinging between his legs, Ryan's looked like it
was slightly harder if anything.  I think he liked getting Charley in a
submissive position.  Soon both boys kicked back on their respective
pillows and spread their legs.

On this first visit, Charley and Ryan masturbated side by side on my bed
and at age twelve they weren't waiting to get to the good part.  Ryan was,
by this time, a sweaty mess from his exertions with Charley and his cock
was fully swollen.  He went right to it and began jerking in earnest.
Charley seemed more interested in watching Ryan masturbate than starting in
himself.  It was certainly a determined, single-minded effort for Ryan - he
definitely wanted his orgasm.

"Hey, Charley," I called out, "I think Ryan's gonna beat you to a come."

"Uh huh," Ryan grunted in agreement.

Charley was up to the challenge and began jerking his thin erection right
at the very top, giving his foreskin quick jerks with the covered head
pinched in between his thumb and index finger.  It had an immediate effect;
Charley's head went back on the pillow and he tensed noticeably.  As future
visits would prove, Charley was at that age where he was able to reach
multiple orgasms in mere minutes once aroused.

I looked on, thrilled by the sights that were before me.  Two boys
blatantly masturbating on my bed, handling their prize possession,
repeatedly fingering and stroking, abandoned to Eros.  My burning hot rod
pressed so hard into my Levis it hurt.

Charley's taut abs made his umbilicus appear like the hooded eye of an
Egyptian hieroglyph looking down upon the timeless and eternal stele.  The
boy's bony knees spread as he pushed his toes into the mattress.  Ryan
began to grunt, "Uh, Uh, Uh," over and over.  His balls were rising,
tightening to the root of his prick and I could see his sweaty buttocks
clenching as he neared his peak.

Ah, those timeless sounds!  Climbing in excitement, pitch rising higher and
higher in adolescent ecstasy, grunts and moans exchanged back and forth in
the throes of pre-orgasmic transport.  I stood transfixed, watching as
backs arched and tummies rose.

Ryan and Charley orgasmed nearly simultaneously and both boys were notably
noisy when doing so.  Charley gave breathy exhalations of the most
passionate sort but Ryan was exceptional when it came to vocalizing at his
peak of gratification.  His moans were loud and of a distinctly pained
sort.

Ryan had "painful" orgasms.  His faced contorted in pleasured agony and he
stopped frequently, unable to maintain his rhythm, the intensity of his
gratification too much to bear.  Ryan's technique of using the ends of his
fingers to masturbate meant that he often yanked free as if burned by a hot
iron; when coming he could hold on no longer than a few strokes before
collapsing, panting and moaning.

Ryan did have a spurt or two of barely milky ejaculate.  Charley had none
but you knew he came; he doubled up and rocked his head side to side.  The
bigger boy sat slack-jawed, eyes droopy in a post-orgasmic daze.  Charley
stil looked good and hard, ready for another round. I had to consciously
hold back, on the "edge," near my own climax.  Sympathetic prostatic
twitches pushed copious pre-come freely and my cockhead rubbed
excruciatingly in my slickened briefs.

Suddenly, remembering there was a contest, Ryan jumped up, "I got my come
first!"

The perspiring boy displayed himself; his penis, still erect but deflating,
throbbed with his heartbeat; his balls, still half-pulled up, relaxed.  His
glans had a shiny coating from his boyish fluid.  It was redder than red,
no, purple beyond purple, contrasting with the winter white of the boy's
skin.  Ryan dabbed at the small splotch of sticky juice that was left on
his lower tummy above his sparse pubes.  He held his finger out before me.

"See, Alex!  I got my come!" the boy exclaimed with high-pitched glee.

"Awesome, buddy!" I praised, "Good job!"

Ryan couldn't have been more proud.

"I got my tingles, too," Charley said quietly, obviously a bit overshadowed
by his pal's seminal achievement.

"I saw, Charley, I saw," enthusiastically placating the less mature boy.

Ryan, wanting more attention, began jumping up and down on the bed,
flinging his drooping cock in celebration of the greatest joy of a boy's
life.  I confirmed his ecstatic display with a broad smile.  Charley joined
in and the Panic revels tossed the sheets and displaced the mattress.  Soon
both boys collapsed into a giggling heap of supreme naked happiness.

I couldn't help but gaze at the tableaux of the two of them so perfectly at
ease in my bed.  I stood in silence contemplating the living work of art
before me.  After a few moments, Charley whispered something to Ryan.
Judging by the direction of their gaze I had a pretty good idea what was
being talked about.

"What are you guys whispering about?"

Both of them smiled at each other conspiratorially but neither said a word.

"Well?"  I questioned.

Charley spoke up, "You got a boner."

"No kidding, Charley," I responded, "I've had one for fifteen minutes."

Both boys laughed.

"Could we ...," Charley looked at Ryan for a moment before finishing,
"Could we see it?"

When a man shows himself to an inexperienced boy, the first sight of a
mature organ "in the flesh" truly awes the youngster.  The usual sequence
is first, wide-eyed wonder.  Then, spontaneously or with very little
invitation, the boy wants to handle the man's erection, feeling its nature
and comparing it his own.

After this passage of reverent admiration, boys begin masturbating the man:
those with little experience tentatively, needing instruction; those who
have schooled themselves in the art apply themselves to the task, starting
slowly but soon moving on to exuberant joy, testing the large muscle with a
vigor approaching violence.

The arrival of a full ejaculation is met with, more often than not,
apprehension in boys that have not yet had the familiarity of repeated,
spurting ropes of semen flying about.  It is often wise to remind such boys
of the necessity of sustaining their efforts in stroking to avoid a pause
at the worst possible moment.

"You want to see it, huh?" I feigned reluctance.

The boys nodded enthusiastically.

"Okay, if you're sure ...," I teased.

The boys hopped up, kneeling, sitting on their heels.

"Yeah, we're sure.  C'mon, Alex, show it."

"Okay."

I bent to quickly untie my work boots, painful with a full boner, before
kicking them off.  Standing again, I teased my audience some more by slowly
undoing my belt and fly.  The boys were riveted.  I then went even slower.
The boys got the joke.

"C'mon, hurry up!"

I dropped my pants to my ankles and stepped out of them.  My erection bowed
my Jockeys outward in a thick curve.  On top, a large wet spot soaked
through the cotton.  The vee of my frenulum could be seen through the
sodden fabric; my foreskin had pulled down with the rigidity of my
erection.  I could see that Ryan and Charley were aware of the spot and
what lay behind the gray fabric.

I stuck my fingers in the elastic.

"You ready?"

"Yeah, yeah.  Show it already!"

I pulled and slid my underwear to the tops of my thighs.  My turgid cock
jutted forth, my balls hairy and full.  The boys gasped at their first ever
glimpse of a man's erection.  They looked at each other and then back
again.

"Geez!"

"Yours will get that big someday," I promised.

"Really?"

"Yep."

The boys leaned in slowly for a closer look, like they would've approached
a strange animal.  I let them stare for a while before asking the obvious
question.

"You wanna to touch it?"

Both looked me in the eye to make sure.  Without a word more being spoken,
Charley reached out.  I caught my breath.  The intimacy of the contact of
the boy's fingers sent a wave of heat through my body.  A slight squeeze,
then a bigger grab.

"It's really hard!  And thick!"

It was unclear whether Charley was talking to Ryan, me, or himself.

"You wanna touch it, Ryan?" I offered to the shyer boy.

"Yeah, okay," he said hesitantly.

Charley let go and Ryan reached out.  He held it before giving it a few
strokes.

"It's real hard, isn't it?" Charley sought an affirmation.

"Yeah," Ryan agreed in a distracted monotone.

I knew why.  He was entranced by the movement of my foreskin.  Circumcised
boys are fascinated by action of an uncut cock.  Ryan's cock began to rise.

"You got a lot cum dripping out, Alex," Charley observed incorrectly.

"That's not come, Charley," I corrected, "That's pre-come.  When a man
comes it's white and thick like cream, not clear."

"Ryan's cum is clear."

"For now.  But it's gonna get thicker and whiter soon."

In those veering tangents that are characteristic of a young mind, Charley
blurted out just what he thinking, "Your balls are really hairy!"

We all laughed at this unexpected statement of the obvious.

"Go ahead, feel `em if you want."

Charley petted my erect hairs gently and then, after testing, he grabbed a
handful, not very gently.  I was so aroused I didn't much care.

"They're hairy all right!"

That amused us all.

"Ryan?  You wanna jerk my skin up and down?"

I knew he did.

"Umm, okay."

Ryan took hold higher on my shaft with a more encircling grip.
Tentatively, he went up.  This pushed a big gush of pre-come out.  A down
stroke.  Then a repetition.  I could see the boy calculating the increasing
distance he could slide my foreskin.  More strokes and a clear pool was
created in the wrinkled ring before spilling down the vee-shaped path in
front of my glans.  Ryan didn't quit when the slimy fluid crawled over his
fingers.  I noticed he was fully erect now.

The silky pressure of the boy's hand job had me very near my peak again.  I
let out a moan.

"Uhnn ..."

"Are you getting near your tingles?" Charley asked.

I had to take a breath before answering.

"Yeah, I am."

"Is the white cream gonna come out?"

"Yeah, it is.  Do you want to watch it come out?"

"Yeah, I wanna see that!"

Charley was all for it.  Ryan had quit his stroking and I asked if he
wanted to see it too.  He nodded.

I really wanted to blow my load over the naked torsos of both boys.  I knew
that I would have enough built up jizz to do it but I didn't want to gross
them out in their inexperience.

"Okay.  First, Charley, grab that t-shirt over there."

Charley, skinny legs and arms going every which way, scrambled to grab the
shirt off the top of my laundry basket.  He took about five seconds.

"Alright, sit here on either side," I directed the boys, still kneeling, to
sit on either side of the spread t-shirt.

The boys sat, both sporting fresh erections, ready for the show.

"You guys wanna jerk along with me?"

Both went for their cocks, Charley quicker than Ryan.

I positioned myself over the t-shirt and between the two.  My balls were
almost fully up; I knew I wouldn't last long so I went with slow
strokes. All three of us focused on my stiff rod; veins were bulging, the
head was turning an angry purple, and, with my strokes, an obscene
squishing sound occurred when my hand went forward.

"Geez!" Charley exclaimed to no one, eyes wide and jaw dropped.

Ryan was equally captivated.  He was handling his fully erect cock slowly
but I could tell he was trying to hold back.  A slight trickle of moisture
descended from each cheek, the delicate hair below his sideburns just
darkened by perspiration.

The kaleidoscope of the moment, the boys before me, Charley taut in muscle,
boyish scrotum ridged, Ryan sweating, cock swollen, had me trying to hold
the sensations in my mind.  Alas, an impossible task.  I grunted with the
effort to hold on for a little while longer.

"Uhhn!"

This triggered something in the boys.

"Are you ... Are you gonna make cream?" Charley asked with a wild look in
his eye.

He grabbed his foreskin tightly in his two fingers waiting for the answer.

"Yeah," I expressed, my voice ragged with sexual tension, "It's gonna come
real soon."

"Ihhn!  Ihhn!" Ryan blurted out shrilly, driven by his excitement.

He was suddenly very close.  This sent me to the point of no return.

"Watch!  Watch!  It's going to come," I declared.

I stuck my cock out with my hips over the t-shirt and gave strong,
deliberate strokes.  I felt the tightness in my balls, then the initial
spasm.  The first rope flew out, twirling into space.  The second was
longer, whiter.  I could see the faces of Charley and Ryan absorbed with
the ejaculatory spectacle.

I pumped more.  It seemed unending.  A streaked pattern of wet splotches
arrayed themselves across my t-shirt, punctuated by as yet unliquified
white globules.

Ryan pumped his hips, frantically jerking.  He came with several loud,
pained cries.

"Ahh!  Ahhh!"

Charley gave but few, hard pinching strokes to his spike before grimacing
with his own orgasmic peak.

Shivers ran through me as I gave a deep concluding gasp and shook the last
of my semen from my fingers onto the shirt.  I stood, detumescing, looking
at my young visitors trying to recuperate from their latest bout with Eros.
Charley, recovered first, but he looked as hard as ever.  Ryan sat flat,
layed back a bit by his second come.  They were looking at my cock as much
as I was looking at theirs.

"Well ... whaddya think?"

It took a few for the boys to process it all.  Charley answered first.

"That ... that was awesome."

"Yep."

Charley looked closely at the mess I made.

"It has a kind of smell," he observed, rightly.

"Yep, it does; a smell all its own."

Another short pause, then, "Can I touch it?"

"Yeah, if you want."

Charley poked a gooey lump and then rubbed it with his fingertips.

"It's slimy."

"Yep," I turned to Ryan, "You wanna touch it?"

He leaned forward and did so.  Both boys compared as I pulled my Jockeys up
and tucked myself away.

"Hey guys," I soon interrupted, "I think it's time for some Chinese food.
Whadda ya say?"

Cheers went up.

I am sure there were times when Sam could've heard the Dionysian dithyrambs
coming from above the back office of his store but he, having sailed the
world, knew of the nature of men and boys.

"I'm thinking you might want to put some clothes on first before you head
to Sam's."

"Yeah!" both boys yelled in agreement.

"I'll race you to get dressed, Ryan," Charley challenged.

He didn't wait for his pal to agree before jumping off the bed and
sprinting naked towards the living room.  His lean, gazelle-like form was
followed by Ryan's more muscled legs and substantial buttocks.  I just
marveled at the splendor of Youth.

We had our meal together, while I sat sated on the visual treats in front
of me.  My blood up, at times half-hard, my cock slid in my sloppy briefs
as I enjoyed the exuberant company of my two unexpected guests.  This was
the first of several visits by Charley and Ryan, Ryan and Charley, the
forever-paired friends of spring in my time in this city.

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Part Five B

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The first time Charley and Ryan came over they just jerked off.  The second
time, and for every visit afterward, they felt comfortable enough to do
what they were doing when they were alone - sucking cock.

They did take turns sucking each other but it was evident that Charley
liked sucking more than Ryan did.  For Ryan, sucking Charley was only a
means to get Charley to suck him.  While Charley was the more spontaneous
and eager to get started, the bigger boy was the dominant partner when it
came to getting his way.

Both boys were happy, laughing at the joy of sex play.  Bent over Ryan's
crotch, Charley's taut belly shook as he giggled giving head to his buddy.
The first time I watched, Ryan gave me an embarrassed smile, not having
been observed in his oral activities with his pal before, but he was
prideful at his erection and good fortune.

It was obvious that Charley worshiped Ryan's cock and it was worthy of
worship.  Rounded and full, perfectly formed, it was a gift bestowed upon
Ryan.  And Charley's well developed venerations for his buddy's cock
aroused me with their ingenuous ardor. He would run his tongue up one side
of the absolutely erect member of his bigger pal, his smooth cheek
caressing the shaft on its way up, then; down the other side he went.  One,
two, three times; repeatedly rising and descending the Column of Priapus,
always touching the turgid shaft with the silky flesh of his boyish face,
before finally taking the naked lavender head with his pursed lips.

Charley, cheeks flushed, with a big, smiling mouthful of swelling cock, had
a look of delighted accomplishment as he peeked over at me.  Ryan playfully
pushed the back of Charley's head down in a mockery of force.  The smaller
boy sprang up, protesting and wiping his mouth with an exaggerated swipe.

"Hey, no you don't!"

It wasn't a serious objection and only served to tease both boys in their
joyful amours.  Charley would throw in a punch or a kick in for good
measure before bowing down again.  As the dutiful sacrament progressed, the
protests and laughter gradually lessened.  Lust awoke.  Charley sucked for
longer intervals, his thin spike rigid with enjoyment. The pleasure was
clearly evident for both boys; Ryan's cock appeared even more swollen and
his nipples were visibly firm.  Rock hard, I dripped pre-come at these
exhibitions.

Not all playfulness was lost.  As Charley sucked, he jiggled Ryan's balls.
Then, to show he wasn't completely submissive, Charley sometimes gave a
sharp poke to Ryan's testicles.  Ouch!  It looked painful but Ryan only
responded with a light slap to the smaller boy's head.

Even though Ryan had a far greater endowment than Charley, they were very
close as to maturational age.  It was difficult to believe that given the
relatively large size of Ryan's testicles that he only came with two small
watery squirts.  And as much as Charley enjoyed Ryan's cock, he didn't
swallow.  When Ryan was near, Charley would finish his buddy off by hand; I
guess he enjoyed watching the bigger boy come, thrashing and groaning in
his erotic torment.  It was a worthy spectacle to be sure.

Back arched on the gathered spread, legs splayed, Charley and I watched as
Ryan's testicles rose on each side of the marble white shaft.  Ryan's tummy
tightened and he gave us an unnecessary notification.

"I'm goin' to come."

There was a spurt, a dribble; glistening wetness but no more.

In post-orgasmic pleasure, Ryan stretched like a cat in the sun, a pleased
self-satisfied smirk on his face. His erection, post orgasm, would flag
down to half mast for a minute or two, never completely deflated, before
rising again ready for more boyish sport.  As a matter of fact, Ryan could
"raise and lower the flag" so to speak several times in one of our sessions
and, while he could achieve another orgasm, it was without another visible
ejaculation.

Both boys liked to watch me jack and come and, after watching Charley go to
town on his pal, I was more than ready.  I freed my rampant rod and while
Ryan just lay there and watched, Charley would jerk along with keen
interest, coming dry several times in quick succession.  I wanted to come
on his lean torso and rub my copious offering all over his perfect form but
Charley wanted none of that.  I settled for blowing my load in front of the
boys on my t-shirt.

Charley and Ryan's visits continued for a few weeks before waning.  The
novelty wore off for them and other boys came to my apartment, older boys
that were intimidating to the twelve year olds.  Our fun ran its course
and, if I had lived in the neighborhood for another year or two, it may
have moved to a different level of involvement.


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