Date: Sun, 12 Dec 1999 00:04:53 -0700 (MST) From: chucketal@email.com Subject: B&B 4 (Base Balls) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ WARNING: If you are offended by sex between an adult and child -- where some of them may be related by blood, marriage or just plain lust--sex between men, a boy and a man, boys, sex teens, a man and a teenager or any combination thereof, you definitely should not be reading this story. If this type of sex is illegal or immoral in your particular state, province or country, stop reading now and go away. If, according to your local laws, you're under age, no fair peeking below. This story is fantasy based upon a real event. Some of the following event may contain graphic descriptions of sexual acts between adults and MINORS Any resemblance to any particular individual or anatomical part is just your over-active imagination. Some of the following story depicts unprotected sex. It's fantasy. You are reality. Practice safe sex. 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The parents took a room on the third floor and another for the boys on the main floor. A wise move for them to be separated from the boys, as I learned later. The group did not return from the game and dinner until late evening. Having assumed they would be all tired out from the day's activity, I went to bed hoping to get a good night's rest before rising early to get breakfast for them all. But guess again! Two healthy boys alone in a room with a king size bed allowed plenty of energy to continue throughout the night and into the early morning. Every once in awhile, just enough to keep me awake, the boys in the room above me, erupted with loud noises on the floor, which was my ceiling. About one-thirty in the morning, I decided that I was not going to get any sleep unless I went upstairs to lay down the house rules and quiet them down. Once I got to the room there was so much disturbance that I could not get any attention by knocking on the door. With the music and activity they were not aware of me at the door. When there was no answer, I resoluted to get the master room key from the office on the same floor to investigate for myself what was happening. Once I returned with the key, I discovered the door was unlocked when I went to opened it. At first I could not make out what was going on. As my eyes adjusted to the bright lights I could see that the two boys were on the bed. No one suspected that I was there. Except for the loud (for me) music things were calm. The boys were laying there nude and I felt attached to the floor, unable to move. Just as I regained my senses and was about to leave, a voice was heard over the music, "HI THERE! Hope we are not disturbing you." It was all I could do was turn back around and close the door. I was shocked to come face to face with a teenage boy of about fifteen. There he stood in all this glory and not trying to hide his nude body from me. His companion turned the music down considerably so I could hear the boy at a somewhat normal voice. The boy immediately in front of me was a light blond with darker pubic hair around about six inches of nearly hard skinless penis. His companion was a bit younger with about the same amount of pubic hair about his deflating five or so inches of uncut penis. They were a handsome pair of boys and I could tell that they had very recently exercised their sex muscles from the look of the dark heads. It seemed that they were just about in the middle of their event and I had popped in on them. I managed to say sheepishly, "I just came up to ask you boys to turn the music down just a bit. Sorry to interrupt, but I did not get a reply from knocking at the door. Well, I had better leave so you can get some rest now," I hinted. "You don't got to leave yet. We want to know about this creepy old house," says the younger boy. "Why you being so insulting 'bout the house anyway, you?" protest the older boy. "That is okay. It is getting late, but I can tell you briefly about this old house and then you and I best get to bed," again hinting. Both boys backed up and sat on the bed still completely nude and unconcerned about my presence there. The younger boy placed his hand on the leg of his companion just as natural-like. I started with the building of the house some many years before the turn of the last century. They seems very impressed. At that point the older boy was also touching the other. I was getting warm and expanding as I sat on the chair next to the old antique bed. I thought, 'dare I ask if these guys are concerned that they are nude with me in their room in the early hours of the morning or shall I just keep my mouth shut and enjoy the view'. It was a few minutes later that the teasing began. The older boy cuffed the side of the boys leg as to tease him first. Next was a smack on the leg from the younger boy to let us know that he was still alert. I tried to maintain composure to continue the story, but the situation with the boys was brewing up. I wanted to say something, but in the end I did not want to stop the activity. Before long the smaller, younger boy, maybe accidently, hit the older boy's side of his semi-hard penis. That was all the fuel that was needed. The older boy moved quickly and pinned the other to the bed. The view of the butt and hole sticking up was more than my straining penis could take. I had to stand and shift things around in my crotch. As I did the boy on the bed spied me and said, "Hey, look who is getting a woodie." I was not entirely familiar with the term so I tried to ignore it. Meantime the other boy stopped and looked around to see what I was doing. And of course, I stopped fiddling with my crotch with the eyes on me like that. "We getting you up, Sir?" asked the tall lad. "I guess you got me heating up boys. Only natural to see all that flesh in here, like that," I said embarrassed that I got caught. The younger boy asked boldly, "You still pull it, Sir?" I had to admit, "Now and again the need arises, yes. What you guys know about such things?" The question instantaneously popped out of me as if I was totally unaware of it as a thought. "Oh, we guys know all about sex and stuff," divulged the young boy. "Ya, we know some things, but like to know more," submitted the elder boy. "Bet you got a big woodie talkin' 'bout sex stuff," persisted the younger boy. It was seeming like I was being dragged into something that I had no idea how to handle. Both boys were quietly sitting on the side of the bed facing me as to expect a response of some kind from me. I really had no clue as to where they were going and nothing that I felt I could add to what was already said. "So do ya?" asked the boy of me. 'So do I what?" I quickly replied, knowing that I was being trapped into an answer at some point. "Ya got a woodie, mister.? Can we see?" The questions about blew me away. How was I to respond to such talk anyway. 'What are these boys up to with me and where is this heading' I began to wonder. Although I was tired from lack of sleep and in a bit of a daze from what I had witnessed, I knew that I had to answer, but how could I escape with some control of the situation that I had nearly, if not close to completely fallen into. The only thing I could think to say was, "Yes, I guess I am getting up on seeing you guys. But I should not be here like this. You guys don't want an old man like me messing around with you." "I think it would be neat to see your woodie too. Not fair you see us and we don't get to see you," says the younger of the two. "Maybe we are embarrassing you too much like this. We should lay off," he said to the boy next to him. Not wanting for them to feel uncomfortable and leave them thinking I was upset with them I added, "Not really embarrassing. I did not expect that boys your age where so up on this sort of thing. Maybe you can tell me what makes you get a woodie." "The older boy took the lead at that point by saying, "When we get together we sometimes fool around to get each other up. Do you think that is nasty of us? We only started doing it to fun each other at first. After awhile we kept doing it more and more. You think we are weird or something?" "No, I don't think you boys are weird or nasty. It is natural that we all, unless we are lying about, look and sometimes touch each other." I continued on my roll, "I remember things as a young man too." "Can we see?" pleaded the younger boy. "See what?, I asked hoping I was right. "Can we see your woodie now?" asked the boy. "I am not sure that I should be doing this with you guys. What if someone found out?" I explained. "Don't worry about us, Sir," said the older boy. "If you want we will get up again for you too." That was all it took to put me over the edge. I don't know about any other warm blooded guy, but my blood was getting hot especially in a particular place. My penis was swelling as never before in the recent past. The thought appealed to me so much I asked, "What do you think about helping me with this?" "Sure mister. That will be a hot scene," said the younger boy. "You help too," he told the other boy. I no sooner stood and locked the door, before the both boys were removing my night clothes. Being that I never wear any underclothes inside my pajamas all there was to remove was my robe and pajamas before I was as nude as they were. Surprisingly the younger boy was very well endowed for his age and in comparison to the older boy. He must have had seven and a half inches of hard tense clean cut penis. The other boy was not small at about the same size, but with his skin still covered all except the very the tip of the purple head. It was clear that, in the sex department, the younger boy was in the lead. Not only did his size match the older boy, but he seemed to be developing a darker growth of pubic hair than taller blond boy. It could have been that the blond hair even though it was darker than the hair on the rest of his body did not show as much in the light of the room. The darker pubic hair of the younger boy nearly shined in the glow of the light as it reflected. It was not any longer, but it impressed me as a manly amount for a boy of his size and apparent age. Before long the boys were admiring my older but hard nearly eight inches of uncut penis jetting out from my pepper colored pubic hair. The younger boy seemed to not resist touching me as he helped to get me undressed. The older boy tended to keep his distance from me, perhaps because he had too much competition. The boys began to pull on their boy penis and gazed about at me and each other. The smaller boy giggled a little and the older boy asked him why. He whispered something into the older boy's ear and they both giggled a few seconds. The older boy said that the younger boy wanted to know if I had ever plugged a another guy with my penis. I told him truthfully that I had when I was a young lad about their age. Then the younger lost any shyness he might have had and asked if I would do it again. I told him that depended upon who it was. Without forethought he volunteered his companion. I just looked at him a bit shocked, until the older boy said, "That would be great with me". Again I looked at him in my shock. It was a moment before I got control of myself to ask, "Do you guys know what you are asking of me?" "Ya, we know, mister. We been doing it for awhile now and like to see someone else do it to us. It's okay. We know about it and all. So you gonna do it? Huh?" the younger boy insisted. "I still don't know, guys. This can be a dangerous thing for me. What happens if anyone else finds out? I asked nervously. "Are you kidding? said the older boy. "You think we want trouble or something? We don't say anything 'bout nothing. Anyway it is my butt that is wanting. Come on. You know you want it too." I had to admit that I was leaking just thinking about poking my hardon up that boy's butt hole. I agreed to the deed. When I said so, the boys rearranged themselves so that the older boy was laying face down on the bed. I told them that I would rather if we did it facing each other. At that point I gave instructions about how to put a pillow under the butt and place his legs on my shoulders. The younger boy wanted to guide my erection into his friend, just to take part in the event. I had no objection to his hand touching me like that. In fact it was very stimulating. His warm soft hand was much better than the one my penis was use to as I did my solo masturbations. I was surprised that the boy did not ask for any lubrication, but instead wanted me to plug him dry. As painful as it was for me to slide into him, it must have felt uncomfortable to him. Regardless, he seemed to be enjoying the torture as I pushed into him. His young friend stood there and encouraged the whole affair. It was not long before I was gliding in and out of that boy butt hole. He was amazingly tight but not so tight that I was forcing my way into him. I knew that he must have had his share of experiences with this treatments. It was something I wanted to ask about, but did not think the moment was a good one. Once we were in the swing of it the younger boy decided that he wanted the same thing, so he bravely planted himself on top of the hard, leaking penis of my victim. As I pressed forward into the one boy the other's boy parts meet my pubic hair when the younger boy was fastened to his friend. The smaller boy pumped himself up and down on that penis like he had been doing it many times before. It was certain that there was enough lubrication with the amount of precum flowing from the boy I was pumping. And I am sure my own precum helped my action as well. Being in the state I was in and very horny to see the very least, it did not take long for me come to the boiling point. I offered to pull out of the boy, but he insisted that I continue to deposit my load into him. And while I was doing that he was preparing to do the same to his younger friend who was still pumping up and down on him. Soon I was unloading every drop of semen my body had saved for the last few days. You must know that us older guys do not have the strong need to masturbate every day several times a day as we once did. The boy that was going up and down in front of me and was getting in touch with me with every pump of my own was letting out a steady flow of his own. I expected that he would have had his own climax but he did not. When I finished my climax the exhaustion set in and I was ready to fall over. I held onto the youngster in front of me and gave him a hug as I semi-collapsed on him. He returned the affection and even kissed me on the neck. I finally pulled out my penis from the older boy and backed off to the edge of the bed to rest a bit. As I did the boy on top turned completely around to face his friend. The older friend sat up in place and bent down and onto the other's hard leaking penis and in turned suck on it. It was an interesting sight to see as I laid there watching and breathing deeply. It was only a few seconds before the youngster had his climax into the other's mouth. The sucker was very pleased to get his buddie's semen. There was no doubt that those boys were more experienced than I was at their age. Once everyone was satisfied I got dressed and made my way to a spare room to clean up before returning to my wife and bed. I did not think that I should be smelling like boy juice. She might have noticed and gotten upset. No sense to get someone upset like that. What do you think? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Submitted by Chucketal, Keene, NH 03431 Copyright (c) 1999 . [Thanks for reading this. I welcome and appreciate your suggestions, constructive comments, corrections to my writings and questions. If you like what I have written or you became involved or you wish to add your thoughts and emotions, please feel free to email me. If you are interrested in TRUE stories from boyhood, let me know.]