Before Connor
a Prologue


Does your mother know you're reading this shit?

Warning: This story is PORNO. I have tried my hand at friction, now I'm trying fiction. This story contains vivid descriptions of sexual activity between men and teen boys. It contains no truth, partial truth, or half truth. What it does contain is stroking material. If this kind of story turns you off, please find something else.
The author does not encourage or condone sex between adults and underage children.

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I have been asked by many of my readers if this story is true. It would take much of the mystique from the story to confirm or deny any parts of it. However... there have been some questions raised about my earlier life. I have dug up this little dity that I did several years ago and dusted it off. Since the two principal players in this and I had such a great time at our highschool reunion two years ago I asked them if I could include our story in the Connor saga. They both gave a resounding affirmative so with some name minor name changes I will add this to the series, where we are. I hope this doesn't confuse the continuity of the story

There is reference in this story to Piss Boy. This was an incident that occurred when I was fourteen and coming to grips with my sexuality. You can read about it in Jason & Jerrod @nifty/gay/incest posted January 10. It was an old attempt at my life and rather fanciful, or wishful thinking. I had no idea things would take the turn as they did this Christmas. I am a little embarrassed that I submitted the story although it is good fiction and damn good porn. The truth is so much more fun. You know what I mean if you are following the Connor Saga.

I had really fucked up. I didn't know it yet but I would, soon enough. It was the summer that I turned fourteen. Through the seventh and eighth grades I had a compulsion to be in. Trouble was, I was in with the outs. I was hanging with the hoods.

Let me take a minute to explain my budding sexuality. My father was a bookworm and a Doctor. We bonded in many ways. We both loved to hunt and fish and the two of us had many outings together, even weekend camp outs alone. The problem we had was with communication. We didn't communicate. If I had a question he had a book that would give me the answer. I had read the entire encyclopedia Britanica, twice by the time I was ten. Every other year he would buy a new set and I would have to read the entire set within six months. I had some sex questions and he gave me fourth year medical textbooks to search for the answers. My questions had to do with feelings and what I had seen on our vacation during the summer of fifty eight. Those answers weren't in books. Well, maybe they were, I just didn't know how to find them.

My dad had a favorite spot across the state where we had spent our vacations since I was about five or six. All of us loved it. It was true rustic. There were a dozen clapboard cabins set along side a very wide, deep, and fast flowing river. These were small two room cabins with no facilities. We used our Coleman gasoline, two burner stove, two porcelain pans and an ice chest for the kitchen. Coleman lanterns provided our lighting. The toilet was an outhouse set back away from the cabins on the edge of a ravine. Water came from an old cast iron pump that stood in the middle of the cabin area. That well had the best tasting water in the world and I made my spending money for the vacation by bringing in water for my mother at the rate of ten cents a bucket.

The river made a bend at the west end of the camp and ran over a set of rapids. As I grew older my dad and I would shoot these rapids in our one man, inflatable life raft. On the east side of the camp was an ice cold creek full of the nicest catfish and small mouth bass one could ever hope to catch. My mother was a master chef when it came to frying the fresh fish and wild greens that my dad, sister, and I brought in each night. The whole area was alive with wild fruit and vegetables that we gathered as a family. My mother could bake a cake with wild strawberries or blueberries on top of that little two burner Coleman stove. I still have that stove and I use it every few weeks when I go camping.

My dad loved his time in the wilderness and would leave the cabin before sunup to fish some far away hole or to go hunting. He would come home with rabbit or squirrel or a stringer full of fish every afternoon. I usually had five or six nice sized bass of my own and nearly always had a three or four pound channel cat that I had caught on my trot lines that I sat out each night.

I didn't mind my dad going off alone most mornings. It meant I could be a boy and play in the creek. There were some great swimming holes and over the years I had learned them all. One morning it was drizzling rain and everyone sort of stayed in their cabins. I put on my old cut offs and a cheap pair of tennis shoes to go check my trot lines. You could not go barefooted in this area because of the rocks. They would cut your feet to ribbons. We bought cheap slip on canvas shoes each year and threw them away at the end of our two week stay. They would be torn to shreds.

I got to the first swimming hole to check my trot line that I had in the Willow rushes at the narrow inlet. There were two boys there playing in the water. I thought it strange that they were there since it was raining but what the heck, they were going to get wet anyway. We started talking and they followed me to my trot line. I had three really big catfish on my line this morning and their eyes bugged out of their heads. We really had all of the fish we could carry home and I thought about just releasing these. My dad worked it out with the owner of the park to freeze our fish and then we would pack them in the ice chest when we left. We had maybe twenty pounds or more of dressed fish in the freezer now.

As I sat looking at my fish the oldest of the boys told me that he would let me watch them as they sucked each other's dicks if I would give them one of the fish. Now I had just turned fourteen two days earlier but I didn't know a dick could be used for anything but peeing and making a mess in my pants in Miss Reeves class room. More about that in six paragraphs. I had never heard of someone sucking a dick and I couldn't imagine why anyone would want to put a piss spout in their mouth anyway. So of course I said okay.

The youngest boy was twelve. He was small and skinny. He got down on his knees in front of the fourteen year old who was short and fat and his face covered in pimples. The little guy pulled the other's swim suit down and a tiny, fat dick of about four inches popped out. The boy instantly took it in his mouth and was sucking like a calf on its' mother's udder. I squatted down so that I could get up close and watch. I heard both boys moan in obvious satisfaction. Suddenly the older boy backed away and I saw his tool all wet and up close. It looked gross sticking out under his very fat belly. He went to his knees and pulled the little guys pants down and started to suck the tiny little two inch pricklet that stuck out from this boy's belly. He was bobbing his head back and forth and, I realized much later, the little guy had a climax as he jerked around moaning and humping his cocklet in the older boy's face.

They pulled away and pulled up their pants as I started to get up. "We'll let you watch us cornhole each other if you'll give us another fish." I had no idea what they were talking about. Remember, I'm the son of a non-communicative book worm. I agreed, out of curiosity. The smaller boy pulled his swim suit off and stood there naked, except for the necessary shoes. He bent over and the older boy walked up behind him with his pants down and proceeded to stick his dick into the other's butt hole. I picked my chin up off the ground and got back on my knees so I could see this dick going in and out of the tiny little hole that formed a hideaway for it. The boys continued on for several minutes until the fat boy started ejaculating. I watched as cum squirted out of the little hole then the bigger boy pulled his dick out, cum still shooting out the end of it. I looked at the hole it had just left and it was open about the size of the other boy's dick and cum was running out and down the back of his leg.

The little guy got up and turned around as the older boy bent over in front of him. In one quick move he had his tiny cocklet inside his older friend's butt and was humping like he had been doing this all of his life. All too soon the smaller boy had another orgasm and was going into his buddy, balls and all. I just sat down on the sharp, tiny rocks under me and stared. "Hey, we'll both suck you for another fish." I got up and ran to my trot line. I took the two smaller fish off and tossed them on the rocks. I let the larger, maybe three and half to four pounds go. Then I grabbed my tackle and ran all the was back to the cabin. I have never told anyone about this but I have thought about it many times over the last forty six years. That had to be about the sickest thing I had ever seen. I couldn't imagine that little boy allowing himself to be used by that ugly, pimple faced, fat kid like that. I really wanted to hit that fat kid and tell his mother. I never saw those two again and I'm really glad I didn't.

It was the summer of fifty eight. For the past two years I had worn Levis with rolled up cuffs, a white tee shirt with a pack of Lucky Strikes or Camels rolled in the sleeve and of course the oiled down hairdo. You probably saw the kind in old movies. A high pompadour roll with a curl down on the forehead. A wave down the side to accent the part and all of this ending in the badge of defiance, the duck tail. I had heard somewhere that a Judge had ordered a gang of hoods to wear duck tails that they may be identified as criminals. Therefore it was this sign of non-conformity that the less desirable in my school chose to identify themselves.

I identified myself. As I said the summer didn't make this lesson obvious to me but when school started again in September... There I was, back in the eighth grade again. All of the kids I had known all of my life were a year ahead of me. They were now freshmen, I was still in Junior high. It really sucked. The eighth graders laughed at me for being a failure. The ninth graders shunned me as a hood and therefore a failure. I had a lot of work to do to prove myself. I was a good student if I wanted to be so I set out to be the best in the school of twenty seven hundred seventh through twelfth graders.

The high spot was that I had Marty again. Martha Reeves, twenty three, oops now four. Fresh out of school last year, her first teaching job. Five foot six, one hundred and twenty pounds. Fiery red hair that hung to her hips. Green eyes and a figure that would set any hormone overloaded pubescent boy on permanent erection. Her hour glass figure was topped with the best set of knockers any of us had ever seen. She was a wonderful English teacher and I really learned conjugation and how to diagram a sentence in her class. However, as with every other boy in the class, I was almost always constantly erect and more often than not had very wet underwear at the end of the period. Someone figured out that emissions were going to happen around her and it was spread around to all the boys in school to wrap their dicks in several feet of toilet tissue before going to her class. It was always funny to see fifteen or twenty boys rushing to the restroom after class. Since we all knew what the score was we got where we weren't worried about modesty and just dropped trou, as soon as the boy's room door shut, to pull off the soaking tissue. We made a game of sticking it to the ceiling as we rushed to the lavatories with our pants around our ankles so that we could rinse the last vestments of our jizz from our cocks. We would pull our pants up and head for the next class.

Oh, I forgot to mention one of her greatest assets. Her parents had given her a brand new MGA convertible for her college graduation. A 1957, white, with red interior, sports car. A beautiful young female driver with flowing red hair trailing like a liquid flame behind her as she drove down the road. Many times I would be riding in the back seat of my dad's Cadillac and would see her drive by, I would instantly cum in my pants without the benefit of an erection. I was devastated that she had given me an F in her class but then again, I deserved it because of my attitude.

I love the first few days of a school year with the smell of brand new denim in the air, it became a favorite fetish of mine. The first day of the eighth grade, second time, I found myself back in Marty's class. As was her practice, each student had to stand and introduce themselves and state their age. I of course was wrapped in about three feet of toilet tissue but none of the other boys had yet been warned. This was a right of passage that was too much fun to miss for anyone fortunate enough to witness it. Maybe being a failure had a silver lining after all. I had taken my old seat, back row window isle. To my right was a tiny little guy named Jimmy T. He was thirteen, like everyone else in the class, but he was small. He stood about four foot ten and weighed eighty five maybe ninety pounds. But when that boy stood up I started thinking about boys in a whole new way. The kid had a boner that was remarkable. It was pressing down his left leg and practically in my face as he stood in the isle beside his desk to introduce himself. The tight jeans held him close but since he was less than a foot away from my face I could see it all. That fucker was thick. I guessed it to be about the thickness of a roll of half dollars and as long as maybe two rolls or more. As Jimmy talked his cum oozed though the thickness of his brand new jeans and made a very pronounced white spot on the front of his pants almost to the seam at the edge of his leg. Like I said, less than a foot from my face. He held his textbook in front of him so that nobody else could see what I was privy too. His whole body flushed and his breathing became erratic as he took his seat. He looked at me and blushed, adding this hue to his already flushed complexion I feared that he would pass out. The bell rang and everyone headed to the door. I grabbed Jimmy T. and pulled him across the hall to the boys restroom. Without a word I shoved him into a toilet stall and opened my jeans. His face was a comedy, half fear, half curiosity. I pulled the spunk filled toilet paper from my dick and tossed it to stick on the ceiling as I explained to him the problem Miss Reeves caused her boys. Jimmy smiled and opened his pants to reveal a nice four inch, fat, soft cock which he proceeded to wipe off with a wad of toilet paper. I went to the lavatory to wash my hands and he moved to the one next to me, "Thanks he said. I never did that before. She is so fucking hot." I laughed and agreed with him. We were on a "hi, there" type relationship for the next few years but didn't become friends until late our sophomore year.

Jimmy and I left the boy's room for our next classes. I had Algebra. Algebra was not an eighth grade class and I was surprised that I had it on my schedule. I walked in to the class and looked around There was one other 'kid' in the class and the others were all sophomores or older. My Stark was the teacher. He told us to take our seats. He called the other 'kid' and me to come to his desk. He explained to us that we were part of an experiment the school board was conducting with gifted students. Both of us had scored over one hundred and sixty on the schools standardized IQ tests the previous year so it was felt that we had the potential to do well in this class. Then he looked at me. He told me something that made me proud and determined to do well. He said that I had the highest scores on the IQ tests of anyone in he school system's history. He was aware of my problems the proceeding years but it was generally felt that I hadn't been challenged. The school was going to challenge me this year and see what I was made of. I must have been made of more than I thought, I was a straight A student the next five years of school. I was nominated into Mensa at sixteen with a qualifying score in the top ninety nine percentile of the world's tested population. I'm still a member of Mensa, which is Latin for Table because to the round table atmosphere, no race, creed or other considerations, just brains. I know I have brains, I saw the CT scans.

The other 'kid' was thirteen year old Tommy Jones. If ever I could fall in love with a boy this was going to be the one. Tommy and I worked our little butts off and both of us maxed this course. We had a hundred percent on every paper, every test for the entire year. We were even tutoring the older kids to help them understand. Tommy and I had math classes together for the rest of the time that we were in school. The real challenge for Tommy came with differential equations which I breezed through. I took college level Calculus in my Junior year and assisted the Physics teacher in my senior year.

Tommy and I never had too much interaction outside of class however. That is until I turned sixteen. My family lived in an older, what most folks would call, mansion. It stood on a high lot eight feet above the city street. It was a small city lot which my dad didn't mind because we had no lawn. The house was forty seven hundred square feet. It was three stories plus a full basement.

My dad had an office on the first floor, just off the front entrance. This was for emergency patients only as he had a clinic just six blocks away. Also, I know now, it was a major tax break to have an office in the house. And the utilities were paid by the clinic. There were two bedrooms and two baths on the first floor. One of those bedrooms was for the maid/cook and it had its' own bath room also. There were five bedrooms and four baths on the second floor and a large family room. The third floor was the room that I coveted. It was one room, seventy feet long and thirty feet wide. It had four dormers to the north and four to the south. There were two dormers to the east, The west end of the room was a huge walk in closet and private bathroom. My queer uncle lived in that room. I didn't know he was queer until he had moved out of our house when I was almost sixteen. I heard my parents laugh about him and his 'room mate'. My mother asked who my dad thought was on the bottom. This didn't make sense to me as I was still naive.

I discovered masturbation in the fall of my fourteenth year. I never thought about the two boys at the river camp. I thought about Tommy Jones. The first few times I did it was in the bath I shared with my sister on the second floor. I sat on the toilet and began to play with my dick. I didn't even know it was hard. It just felt good to play with it. At first a funny feeling came over me and I gathered the foreskin up and squeezed it shut. Cum started leaking out and I was fascinated that I could do that. I kept it up for a few weeks and started fantasizing Tommy sucking me. I didn't know that I could 'shoot' a load. I just let it collect in the foreskin then I would aim my cock down at the bowl and drain it out. A quick wipe with the old tissue a wash at the sink and it was just like coming out of Marty Reeve's class room. This lasted about two weeks.

One morning after a really good session on the throne the night before, I dressed out for PE. I looked down at my dick as I slid my skivies off and it appeared swollen. It looked like a tadpole. Large and swollen at the head and small at the back and it was all red. I was sure everybody in the locker room would take one look at me and know what I had done. I abstained for a while. Just when I thought it was safe to take matters in hand again my grandmother died. Now that straightened me out for over a year. My grandmother was a very religious Baptist and I was sure that she was in Heaven watching me and if she saw me touching myself I was sure she would have God call my mother and tell her what I was doing.

Finally my hormones got the best of me. It was just after my fifteenth birthday. My mother had divorced my dad and kicked him out of the house. She married a man with two sons. One was eight and one was ten. I was overcome with wickedness one night and I sucked my eight year old brother's dick before I gave him a bath. He loved it and never said a word but I was sure freaking over it.

When school started back up I met a guy that wanted to experiment. We sucked each other, without cumming, several times. We would suck then wrap our dicks in our underwear and jack each other off. I did this with two other boys in the neighborhood. We never saw each other cum as the underwear took the whole load. I let my two step brothers watch me jack off a few times, but there again, I caught the load in my underwear. I used to have the crustiest undies.

A month after I turned sixteen I ran into the first boy again and he needed a ride home from the amusement park where we were. I left my sister and two brothers at the park and drove him home in my new '59 Pontiac Catalina four door. Actually my dad's old car. As we were headed to his house he told me he wanted to suck cock again but we had to cum in each other's mouths. I was about ready for this so I agreed. We went to an open lot. There was a tree and a clump of bushes out in the middle of the lot. I pulled my car off the road and up an old driveway so that it was more or less out of sight hidden by tall weeds. We walked over to the tree and my friend had himself a fort built under it. There were several cardboard boxes cut open and forming walls toward the street. An old mattress lay on the ground with some old blankets. He had some pages from dirty magazines that he flashed at me but we didn't look at them. He pulled his swim suit off leaving him naked except for his shoes. I pulled my tee shirt and shorts off and we lay down and started a sixty nine. It was the first time that I had cum in some ones mouth and the first time I ever tasted cum. I was hooked.

A few days later my queer uncle and his boyfriend moved out. My mother came to me and told me that they needed the bedrooms on the second floor for the boys to have their own rooms so I had first choice on the attic room. I mean, with five bedrooms on this floor and only four of us they couldn't have their own room? It was three flights of stairs everyday, several times a day. Worst of all was the fact that I was no longer sharing a bathroom with my sister. Oh well, I could make the sacrifice. I would have made it twice but hell, if we don't complain then mothers think something is wrong. My sister turned my old room into a exhibit hall for her international doll collection. The boys took the bedrooms with an adjoining bath leaving the large bedroom at the front of the house, with the private bath, as a guest room. The family room at the back of the house was large and a place where we all gathered to read and play games. This room had a fireplace which I loved to lay in front of in the winter and read. There was a three quarter bath back there so one didn't have to go into anyone's bedroom. Our rooms were our domain. Entrance was by invitation only.

I had my own room with all the privacy I could ever want. I had an entrance straight up from the back door. I never had to go into the house except to grab food from the kitchen. The first night I sat in the dormer looking off to the north drinking beer and smoking a half a pack of Pall Mall. I was sick at my stomach. I don't usually smoke that much but I was just grown up with this big room. My mother had a private telephone installed for just me to use. I had everything I needed, until I got a hard on.

Now I have never described myself to you. I wasn't skinny but I had very little extra meat on me, except where it counted. I had a nineteen inch waist with the family curse of a wide butt and a big cock. My hips were twenty three inches but everyone said I had a cute ass. I thought it was too big, like my dad's. He was so skinny it hurt but his butt looked like a woman's. Now I don't like to brag but...oh what the hell, at sixteen I had an eight inch uncut cock and it was so thick that my thumb and middle finger barely touched when I wrapped them around it.

So here I sat. Looking out the window at the lights of the city below me. Stark naked, beer in one hand cigarette in the other. A monster hard on and thinking about my friend in the field and his fort. I have to admit, I really liked sucking his cock and his cum tasted better than I ever thought it would or should. School wouldn't start for two more months and I was horny with no outlet. So I did what I had been thinking of for several days. I lay down on the floor. I put my feet back over my head and I twisted around until I could get my dick in my mouth. Shit, this was fine. It hurt my neck and my back kind of ached and I couldn't breathe very well. I only just got past the head but it tasted way better than any other I had ever tried and it was so much bigger. I started stroking myself and was playing with my balls with my hand coming in from between my legs. I let up a little to get my breath and my hand brushed against my ass hole. Electricity. I had never touched myself there except to wipe my ass or wash it. I started feeling around it and I found a new erogenous zone. I went back to sucking while feeling around and after a bit I actually penetrated this forbidden spot. My finger hit something that made me shove two more inches of my cock in my mouth. I had to stretch out a cramp and get my breath. I got up and grabbed a jar of Vaseline from the bathroom and stuck my finger in it. I went back to my spot on the floor and got into position. I rolled back and took my dick head into my mouth and placed my finger against my ass hole. I pulled my dick out and took a deep breath then went back in shoving my finger in at the same time.

My finger went all the way in with one push. I have very large feet and hands. My hands measure ten and a half inches from heel to middle finger tip. I wear a size thirteen shoe. By this time I stood five feet eight but everybody said I was still growing. I had five and a half inches of thick middle finger in my butt and I felt my butt nut. I remembered reading about the prostate and the fact that it manufactured the seminal fluid needed for ejaculation. So I stoked along its' length. My dick spasmed in my mouth. It felt so good I thought I would have a heart attack. I slid my finger out and back in. This felt alright but with a little experimenting I learned how to hit my butt nut with each stroke and really got into it. By this time I had four inches of cock down my throat and I was fucking my hole with abandon. This had to be the epitome of ecstacy. I got a rhythm going between my finger and cock. As I pushed my finger in my ass my cock went in my mouth and as I pulled out....anyway you've been there, done that. It was new and great to me. I fired off a load that nearly choked me to death. Not being in a good position to breathe anyway I found myself all choked up.

I continued this practice every night for the next two weeks or so and I got pretty good at it. I started doing setups to strengthen my abs and make me a little more limber. One night in August my brothers talked our parents into letting them spend the night in my room. They got their sleeping bags out of the garage and we pitched a camp on the floor. We lay around telling ghost stories for several hours. My room had a very definite advantage. I was on the third floor and our parents were on the first floor. The boys wanted me to jack off and let them watch me make man milk. I told them I would show them something else if they would keep absolutely quite about it and never tell a soul. I rolled back and let them watch me suck and fuck myself. That hooked them.

By then they were ten and twelve. The ten year old was a feisty little thing and he wanted to try it. He was limber and if his dick were longer he would be able to do it. He started coming to my room everyday and asking to suck me so he could learn how it was done. I would let him suck me for awhile and I would suck him in a sixty nine. I wouldn't cum in his mouth though. I was afraid that he might not be able to handle that. He was fourteen before he surprised me and we started sucking each other all of the time but that's another story. My middle brother took a candle that was a little larger than my finger and shoved it in my butt and fucked me while I sucked my self. That was great. I then took candles and fucked each of them while I sucked them. They loved that.

A week before school started my mother dropped a bomb on us. She was selling the house and we were moving to California. No argument in the world would change that situation. My sister and I went out with our dad for our Friday night out. He thought that as teenagers all we wanted to do was eat Mexican food and go the wrestling matches. I hated wrestling, at least what they do at professional rings. I like highschool wrestling but I'll tell you about that in a few minutes. Dad was sorry about us going to California but his attorney had told him there was nothing that he could do without a court battle as mom had full custody. In those days dads had less rights than they do now. So off to California we went. I was miserable. My sister was miserable. We made everybody else miserable. Finally my mother snapped and came after me with a belt. Hey, I'm sixteen. I haven't been spanked since I was ten and my mother never had that right. I grabbed the belt and she lost her grip. It was my step father's big western belt with a fancy buckle on it. The buckle caught me on the side of the face and left a huge welt. I glared at my mother as she screamed at me and called me names that I never deserved. I walked over to the phone and picked it up. I told her I was calling my dad. I wanted to go home and finish school with the friends that I had grown up with.

My step father talked to my mother and I could tell he was talking about my face. After a few minutes she came and took the telephone from me and called my father. He had airline tickets waiting for us at American Airlines the next morning. My sister and I had to go to school to un-enroll. Mom was anxious about this but that was the school system in California. When I went into the office someone saw my face. There was a bruise with the definite imprint of a horse on my right cheek. I hid my face as my sister got the forms to get us out of there. I gabbed one of the forms she had already filled out for me and signed it. I dropped my books on the counter and the two of us headed for the door. Somebody yelled at me to wait that the police were on the way and that I couldn't leave. I heard something about child abuse and all kinds of shit. I jumped in the car and told my step dad to go.

Go he did. We went straight to the airport with no stops in between. We had an hour until our flight and we waited in the car until twenty minutes before take off before going inside. Mom apologized over and over for hitting me. My step father told us that California had very strict laws and mom could go to jail for leaving a bruise like that on me. I didn't want her to get in trouble. I just wanted to go home and a little bruise on my face was a free ticket out of California.

We got back home and moved into dad's little garage apartment. It was small. The bed room was only eight by ten with a built in captains bunk. My sister got that and I shared the pull out couch with my dad. So much for the sex life of a horny sixteen year old. The bright spot was that my car was sitting in front of his place with a for sale sign on it. I took the sign out and had wheels again.

My dad had pictures taken of my face and left them with his attorney "for future needs," he said. My sister and I got enrolled in school and had only missed two weeks. Since I had flunked one year we were in the same grade, sophomore, so I easily helped her catch up. I always made sure that she kept her grades up, after all I am the big brother. I won't even begin to tell you the fights I got into protecting her over the years. But there was a side effect. She had some of the cutest boy friends and I got a couple of them. She doesn't know I'm gay to this day. Both of her kids are gay but all four of mine are straight and I have twelve grand kids with two of them at the marrying age. I've never come on to my grand kids. Not that they are not desirable but I am too old and they might not take to it to well. I ended up in a nasty divorce when my eldest son, Anthony was twelve and his brother, Branden was ten. The boys went with their mother and I was on my own.I sucked both of my sons. The youngest and I lived alone from the time he was fourteen until he married at twenty. I sucked his dick several times a day over the years but then one day when he was eighteen he said no. He never sucked me and we never fucked, even though he asked me to one night a week before he got married.

After we returned from California my sister started dating Louis. Louis had a great job. He was the solo employee at a miniature golf place. My sister would talk me into taking her over there at night and Louis would let us play golf all night long as long as we didn't play the ninth hole which counted the balls. He also had four in ground trampolines and we would jump on those for hours on end. Several of our friends from school would come down and we would get into jumping tournaments. I got to where I was pretty good. It was on a slow night that I sat and talked to Louis while everybody else played golf. Louis had let something slip one night and I wanted to get the whole story. It turned out that he and Tommy Jones had been friends for several years. Tommy not only liked to suck cock he loved to get butt fucked. Louis told me that he and Tommy would go up in the attic of Louis's garage and get naked and he would fuck Tommy two or three times every afternoon until school was out the year before, then Louis had moved. Louis told me that Tommy and Jimmy T. were boyfriends and had been since eighth grade but that Jimmy's mother tried to keep the boys separated when she found shit in the front of Jimmy's dirty underwear. I didn't really believe that but it made a great story. Louis was okay but he didn't turn me on so I never put the make on him or any of his buddies. I did find out that Tommy lived just two blocks over from my old house and I could go by his house on the way home with no extra distance added.

Our school was one of the first ones Noah built after he beached the Ark. It was old but it was in good condition and clean. In fact it is still in use today and I visit every time I go home. The boy's restrooms have one long urinal running down the same wall as the lavatories. It is about ten feet long and a pipe runs along the top with water running all day long. One can stand at the lavatory and look down the line of every guy that comes in to hang out. In fact I started calling the boy's room 'The Hang Out' when I was in the seventh grade and it was a name that was pretty much accepted through out the school. One afternoon in October, let's see that was in nineteen sixty, I was at the hangout when Tommy came in. We were the only two in there but he walked right up next to me and opened his Levi's. I gotta tell you. That boy gave me a fetish for Levi's button fronts. The cut of those jeans fit his body so well that I drooled when I saw him. The cut of the butt just accents a bubble butt, like he had, perfectly. And the cut of the crotch lifts and enhances the think it's Christmas and you want to get down and unwrap that package with your teeth. Well, bless his heart, I didn't have to unwrap anything that day. He popped his buttons and pulled his bun huggers under his balls and let a very thick six inch soft cock hang there with a stream of golden elixir flowing onto the porcelain. I have never been into water sports, ever, but that day with him I would have if he had asked. I looked up and saw him staring at my cock. I was through pissing but I was staring at him and I was almost full blown hard. His cock twitched and stiffened. He shook that last drop of piss as his cock went to wood. He turned full toward me and pulled his jeans and underwear down his cut cock was at least as big as mine. Standing there with its' golden halo of blonde hair and ping pong sized balls dangling he scratched him self. He pulled up his underwear and smoothed out his shirt tail. He pulled the waist band of his underwear out and rearranged his cock then pulled up his jeans. I was still staring although my pants were back up. However, the head of my cock was still sticking out over the top of my waist band. "You should try out for the wrestling team," he said and walked out of the hangout.

I was free for the rest of the day. Sixth hour I was an aide but seldom ever aided anyone. Sometimes I would tutor if a teacher told me that someone needed help. Today I thought that I would just drift out to the gym and see what candy was on display. To my delight it was raining pretty hard so the foot ball team was inside in their white gym suits just doing exercises. And Tommy was the quarter back and so he was there too.

Tommy came running up to me, "Hey, you came. Hey, coach, I think Dickson would be a great addition for the wrestling team."

The coach walked over to me and looked me over. "I remember you. You want to wrestle?"

"I don't know. I never tried."

Coach looked at my crotch and then at Tommy. "Why don't you suit up and let's see what you can do." I told him that I didn't have PE this year and didn't have any gym shorts or a jock. Tommy told me not to worry he would fix me up. He headed to the locker room and I followed. He opened his locker and told me I could put my clothes in there. He pulled out a clean pair of white gym shorts and a jock strap. The jock didn't look to clean. I looked at it and at Tommy. He was grinning. I pulled the jock to my nose and sniffed. I smelled crotch. "I swear, I only cum in them when I wrestle. I'll wear those and you can have the ones I have on if you want. I've only worn this one for two days, so far."

I shocked him. "Okay." I handed him the pair in my hands but not before sniffing them again and chewing on the pouch. He grinned the biggest grin I had ever seen on him as he pulled down his shorts. He made a production of getting out of his jock strap as I pulled my jeans off and rolled them up. Naked he pulled off my bun huggers and sniffed them and chewed on the front. He looked them over then looked at me, "What, no hershey tracks?" then burst out laughing.

I took the warm jocks out of his hand and pulled it to my face. I breathed deeply, "That's more like it. Nice and warm and wet." I started chewing on the pouch again as he slobbered on my shorts. He gave me a clean pair of white socks and left his tee shirt in his locker with my clothes. We took off for the gym, stocking footed, with gym shorts and jocks. Someone had pulled the big mat out onto the floor and the class was gathered around. I knew that Tommy was school champ for his weight division. I had two inches on him but he outweighed me and was very much more muscular. Coach asked me if I had ever wrestled and I told him no so he had Tommy show me the basic stances and explained a few rules then we got down.

Tommy had me down in mere seconds but I wouldn't let him pin me. He had his hand between my legs and his arm was doing a number on my already excited member. I concentrated on the match and my dick stayed soft with no help from my fantasy boy. Somehow I flipped him and pinned him so quick that it drew applause from the class. The problem was Tommy was squeezing my dick and everyone could see. I pulled back and stood up. Even with his jock strap my hard on was obvious. Coach slapped me on the butt and told me what a good job I had done. I tried to cover myself and he laughed. "Hey, that's common in wrestling. All the close contact and stuff. Don't worry about it." I looked around the room and there were many erections tenting jocks and gym shorts.

We got into stance again and Tommy made the same play as before. Somehow I was prepared and I let him pass me and I grabbed him from behind. I flipped him in the air and put him on his stomach. I fell on top of him and pinned him all in less than ten seconds. When everyone started laughing I realized I was on top of him with my cock right in his butt. Somebody yelled, "Get a room." I climbed off of him blushing like mad.

Coach blew his whistle and shouted, "showers." Everybody took off with two boys rolling the mat back against the wall. "If you want to come out, we'll make a spot on the team for you."

"I don't really have the time but I would like to learn more moves." Coach told me that they had no time allotment for wrestling that the team worked out and trained after school. He told me as soon as football season was over I could come and workout with no obligation. I thanked him and headed to the showers. Tommy was sitting naked on the bench in front of his locker waiting for me. I took off my clothes and headed to the showers, grabbing a towel from the rack as I went.

Several of the guys slapped me on the ass and told me I had good moves. All of them checked out my goods. I got under a head and let the hot water run over my body. "I think Dickson might have Jones in the cock department." I heard someone say.

"Yeah, how big is that thing?"

"Get 'em both hard let's see." Someone grabbed my dick and stroked it. I opened my eyes and was shocked to see the team captain himself stroking my meat and smiling at me. This guy was a senior and about the best looking guy in school In fact he made good on his promise and went to Hollywood and became a film star. Every time I see him in a movie I think back to that day in the shower when he had my dick in his perfect hand. I almost grabbed him but he was already hard. They made Tommy and I stand face to face with our cock's touching each other's pubes. I had him by a full half inch and I was thicker two. One of the guys came up to us as everyone left the shower. "Bet you want that up your butt don't you Jones." I looked at Tommy and he was all smiles. I got dressed but put my underwear in my pocket. I told Tommy that I should wash his jock as I may have put a little too much of myself into it. He took it from me and looked at it. His face broke into a huge grin. "You got off? I got you off?" The jock went in to his mouth and he sucked on it for several minutes. "Hmmmm, you're sweet."

Coach yelled out, "Let's go ladies. My wife's waiting dinner on me." We knew this couldn't be right, it was not even three thirty yet but we left anyway.

I left the gym and headed for my car and home. I decided to see where Jones lived so I drove over that way. I saw Jimmy T's. car a few blocks behind me so I pulled past Tommy's house and parked. Jimmy pulled into the driveway and the two boys headed into the house. I decided to go by my old house for old times sake. I was surprised, it was closer than I thought. It was on the next corner south, less than a block and a half. The real estate lady was at the house taking down her signs so I parked and got out. She smiled at me and said, "Congratulations. I'll bet you're all excited about getting to move back in here." I looked at her blankly. "Oh dear, did I let the cat out of the bag? I'm sorry. I thought you knew. Your dad bought the house from your mother. We closed on it today. I didn't mean to spoil the surprise, but when you drove up here I just thought that your dad had told you." I assured her it was okay and that I wouldn't say anything to dad. I would just let him surprise me. I helped her get her for sale signs out of the ground and I put them in her car for her.

When I got home there was a pickup truck in the driveway and my dad was putting a large box in it. I looked at my dad and said, "What's happening?"

"We're moving."

I let a sad look come over my face and said, "Not to California, I hope." He chuckled and hugged me, a rarity.

"Nope. Just back into our old house." He did some behind the scene conniving and bought the house from my mother. He paid her her equity, about a thousand dollars, and refinanced the house at a lower rate and for full value. He actually saved over fifty dollars a month because of the lower interest rate.

We had a dance at school that night and I took my sister and a friend of hers. Everyone thought the friend was my date. I did dance several dances with her just to keep up appearances. Tommy was there and he was dancing with Jimmy until the principal made them stop. Someone had a bottle of Ever Clear, 180 proof, 100% per grain alcohol. I had several cups of punch with a generous portion of my favorite tonic added. My sister was going to ride home with Louis so I cut out with a couple of my buddies. As I backed out of the parking space I cut too short and hit the car next to me. I pulled back in and got out. There was no damage to the new T bird with its' huge wide chrome bumper but my car had a deep scratch about fifteen inches long in the right rear fender. I knew who the T bird belonged to and I would check it out tomorrow.

I got up early and went down to Ann's house. The T bird was in the driveway. I went to the door and knocked. Her dad came to the door and I explained that I thought that I had hit his car the night before. He told me that the car was Ann's sixteenth birthday present. We examined it and the only sign of contact was my green paint on the bumper. I went to my car and got a can of rubbing compound out of the trunk. I took a rag and rubbed Ann's bumper then wiped it off. Their were no scratches or dents and it looked as good as new. Ann's dad was pleased. He told me I would have trouble for the dent in my car but he would have no problem with me and would not say anything to my dad about it. He had to hurry, he had thirty minutes till his tee time. Ann asked me to come in for a minute.

Ann was in the stage band with me. She played the piano and I played solo trumpet. I had been on two over night trips with the band and she had made the rounds of the rooms servicing the boys special needs. I had only fucked her once the year before. That's not easy to do when you have three other guys watching and telling you to hurry up so they can get their turn. We watched her dad drive off and went inside. As soon as the door shut she asked me if I wanted to fuck. I asked her if the pope was Catholic. Not a good joke with a Catholic but she let it slide and opened her flannel night dressing gown. All she had on were her panties. Her trade mark huge boobs were sticking out toward my face. She grabbed my crotch and I went wood. She dragged me to her bedroom. She took a clean sheet from the closet and threw it over her pink satin sheets as I kicked off my shoes and opened up my pants. She climbed up on the bed and I finished getting naked and joined her. I was fucking away and enjoying the feeling of something other than my own mouth around my dick. I pulled out just as I shot. Silly how we thought that would prevent pregnancy in those days. I was shooting in her bush and up her stomach as the door opened. There stood the future movie star, the captain of the football team that had groped me in the shower the day before. I rolled away ready for anything, I thought. He looked at us then walked over to the bed and bent over to lick all of my cum off of Ann's nether region. He then took my soft cock in his mouth and sucked me clean. I had no idea that he was Ann's step brother. He grabbed my clothes and told me that if I wanted them back I would have to go to his room. I looked at Ann. She told me that was what I got for having such a big cock. We kissed for a few minutes then she bent over and sucked me as I got hard again. She slapped me on my stomach and told me to go give her queer brother a treat. She had been told he was a better cock sucker than she was. I assured her that she was a better fuck. She told me not to bet on it.

Her brother came back and led me to his room. When we got there he pushed me to the edge of the bed and got down on his knees and sucked my newly tumescent cock into his mouth. I lay back on the bed with my legs hanging on the floor and let him work on me. He was good but I held off and let him work me for a half an hour. Ann came by and stood in the door way, naked. She left and then came back about ten minutes later with her hair in a towel. I wagged my finger at her to come over. I thought that I better play this big because I wasn't ready to be outed as a fag and she was a big enough gossip that this was going to get all over school. She came to the side of the bed and I put my finger in her pussy and played with her hard little clit. Her eyes widened and she smiled. "He does give good head, but I need some incentive." Nice touch, I thought as she moaned then he moaned. She bent down and kissed me. First hot kiss from a girl. First three way. First solo fuck in her room. Can life really get any better?

I got home just after noon and dad was out washing his car. He stopped and looked at my car as I pulled in beside his. "What happened here?" He was looking at my fender. Oh fuck. I walked around and played ignorant. He grounded me. I assured him that I knew nothing about it that it must have happened at the dance the night before. He sniffed me and leaned back and smiled. "What? I've been at a girlfriends house." He asked if her bed was comfortable. I blushed.

"You know how to be careful. You're too young to get married." I blushed and went in the house. I was starved after my double bout of sex. I scrambled some eggs and fixed some toast then went up to my room.

Dad called me later to go come down. An insurance adjuster was there and he gave me some papers. He told me to have my car at some shop by seven Monday morning and they would take me to school. Dad told me they would have the car fixed in a few days but I was still grounded for a week. I whined and he told me there was more to it than I was telling. He lifted the ground but I had to pay the fifty dollar deductible.

Monday morning I dropped the car off and went to school. They told me it would be ready by Wednesday. I was afoot till then. I walked home via Tommy's house. I stared at it as I walked by. Tuesday I did the same thing. Wednesday I called from school and the car wasn't ready so I caught the two footed express and headed home. As I came up his street I could see Tommy sitting on his front porch. "Busted," I thought but there was no way of getting out of this now, I was too close to his house and it would look strange if I turned around to go the other way. Besides that, isn't this the reason I had taken this route home? I had hoped to 'catch' him this whole week. Well, let's see what happens.

"Hey buddy, you look hot," he said with a grin.

"Why thank you kind sir," I said as I put my hand behind my head and threw my hip out in a mock pose.

"Prick. I meant you're sweating. Want a glass of tea?"

"I may seem like a prick to some but if you turn me around I'm an ass hole." He cracked up with laughter. "I know what you meant dick breath. I just like to tease you. I know you want my body."

He handed me a glass of iced tea that he already had poured and sitting on the table between the two chairs on his front porch. "What do you know?" he asked with a little shake in his voice.

"Tommy, I won't lie to you, I like you too much to do that. I have known for almost a year that you like to get fucked in the ass. I have even talked to some people who have done you. You have made some rather obvious moves on me lately and, well quite frankly that's why I am here. I want to do shit with you. I think you're really cool."

"I worry that people think I'm a homo. (this was 1960, the word 'Gay' hadn't become popular for queers then) I...well you know I really like you."

"You mean when you sucked my cum out of your jock strap last week you were really liking my taste?" He nodded and got red. I moved toward him. I had never heard of a boy kissing a boy but man, I wanted to kiss him. Our eyes met and he moved toward me and it just happened. His tongue was probing at my mouth. I had never French kissed. I had heard of it but I didn't really believe that it happened and here it was happening with me and the boy of my dreams. I melted in his arms. My knees went weak. He held me up as our tongues entwined. Our crotches met and his erection lifted me up, literally. My hands were all up and down his back and then they closed in on his hot buns.

"Maybe we better go inside. The neighbors might tell my parents." We moved into his bedroom and went back at it. His hands were at my belt. My Levis hit the floor. I had on a jock with no underwear. His jeans fell and he had on nothing. I pulled his tee shirt off as we both kicked off our shoes and stepped out of our jeans that had pooled around our ankles. He pulled my shirt off and pushed me toward his bed. I turned putting him to the bed first. As he fell back I grabbed his legs and swung them on the bed. I turned and lay opposite him and placed my dick at his face as I took his beautiful tool in my mouth. I felt his mouth engulf me as I put my right arm under him, my left arm over him and drew him to me forcing his entire seven and a half inch cock fully into my mouth. This was by far the biggest dick I had ever sucked and it gagged me. I was going into spasms and he pulled out a little bit. I started moving up and down on him and within moments I had him all the way back in me. I loved the feel of that huge cock head in my throat. I started bobbing in earnest and was feeling his cock sliding back and forth in my mouth and down my throat. This was the best feeling I had ever had. It was way better than sucking myself in that I could get more of it in and I didn't have any muscle cramps

He was actually deep throating me and I could feel the ridges on the roof of his mouth along the bottom of my dick. He was long stroking me and the tender under side of my glans would rub on the roof of his mouth then go down his tight, tight throat. I was gone. I wasn't going to last another minute. I felt his cock swell in my mouth and then I felt the first warm pool of cum as it shot out on my tongue. I pushed his load into my throat with another long down stroke and I held his ass tight against my face as I fired my load deep in his throat. We both backed off our cream filled meat stick so that the next few volleys landed in our mouths and we could taste the essence of each other. Oh wow, he tasted good. We nursed on each other for the longest time with neither of us going soft or getting tender.

I caressed his tight, smooth buns as I felt his hands sliding around over mine. I was in total love. I had never had an experience like this and I wasn't ready to stop for anything. His dad could have walked in with a shot gun right then and I would have wanted to continue on and die with this boy and I in each other.

As with everything in life, it ended. He backed off and rolled over on his back. I pulled off but followed him and continued to lick his shaft and around through those beautiful blonde pubic hairs of his. This was the first time I had seen him dry and his hair was much lighter. Every time I had seen his pubes before they had been damp with sweat or wet from the shower. Here he was, stark naked and dry, stretched out on his bed, holding me and licking my dick. I was in love. I can't ever remember my heart beating as fast as it was right then. I had a lump in my throat, no it wasn't his dick, and a tear in my eye. This was stronger than the love I felt for my mother or even my grandmother. I thought about her looking down at me right then and I said, "Look, Grandmother, I found true love. Thank you for giving him to me."

Tommy raised up and looked at me, "What did you say?"

I turned around and lay down beside him and pulled him to me. "Thanks, man, that was awesome."

He kissed me and said, "that's just the start. Wait about ten minutes and the real show begins." We snuggled close again and kissed and caressed.

True to his word in ten minutes he asked if I was ready to cornhole him. My mind flashed to the river when I heard that word. I told him I had never done that before and I didn't know how but I really wanted to try it with him, if he would let me.

He got up on top of me and began to kiss all over my face and neck, driving me wild. I had never experienced this kind of joy, this lust, this passion. He was rubbing his dick against my belly and had worked my dick up between his legs. He was squeezing my cock with his powerful thighs and I was sure it was going to be as flat as a pancake when he was done. He got still on top of me and reached behind himself. I felt him grab my dick between his legs as he raised up almost perpendicular to my body. He placed my dick at his ass and dropped down. My dick bent painfully as he sat down on it and I yelped. He raised up and lined up again. This time I could feel it at his hole but it wasn't going any where. He raised up again and moved down. He hocked a huge looggy right on the end of my cock and moved back so it was lined up with his ass. This time it just popped in. I thought I could see heavens door through the stars that swirled in my head. His sphincter was so tight as it gripped my cock. I felt it as it slid down every centimeter of my tumescent man hood. The muscles in his ass were working, messaging and stroking me as I filled his colon with all of my love. He finally bottomed out and I felt him sitting full weight on my abdomen. He pulled his legs out in front of him and raised his arms showing me that he had his full weight on me and I was the only thing holding him up. I then pulled him down to me as he moved his legs back to lay along mine. I hugged him close and we kissed as I rubbed up and down his back. I had to check it out and I felt between his legs to feel my cock buried in his ass. I played around his ass lips and slid a finger in along side my dick. He shuddered and buried himself closer in to me. "Wow, that feels so good. Let's turn over so you can fuck me now." As one we rolled over with me ending up on top. I slid out about half way and he told me to put my weight on my knees so I could thrust in him. I did as he said and I was all the way back inside. This was totally good. Every thing we did was better than the last and I thought nothing else could be better but the next round proved me wrong. I was never going to go home. I was never going to leave this guy's bed. The only thing I needed now was his cock in my mouth.

I shifted more weight to my knees and got a good angle. I looked down at his flat belly and his perfect cock and I watched as my cock went in and out of his ass. This looked so damned hot. I wanted to get right down there where I could really see but I needed that cock more than anything else. I decided to go for it and I made it. By lifting his ass a bit and pulling my knees up closer I was able to get most of his cock in my mouth as I long stroked his ass. He was in ecstacy as he marveled at my ability to suck him and fuck him at the same time. I was on a roll and I kept at my play. Kruschev could march, the A bombs could fall, the air raid sirens could go off and I would stay right where I was.

I managed to get most of his cock in my throat and his pubic hairs were brushing my nose. I could feel the end coming and really it was too soon but his cock was swelling so I knew it was over. Seconds later his cock spouted forth in my mouth and his colon muscles spasmed and squeezed my cock sending me down the road of sexual euphoria. Spent, I raised up and rolled over, gasping for breath. He rolled over to stare down at me and I stared deep into those shimmering blue pools that constituted his eyes. "That was the most amazing fuck I ever had. How did you get my cock in your mouth at the same time?" I told him that I had lots of practice that I sucked my own cock nearly every night. I told him right now I wanted to taste his ass. We both thought this was sick but I had to do it. I threw my feet back over my head and lined my cock up to my mouth. This wasn't easy on a soft bed, I needed to be on the floor to get more penetration. I stayed where I was and finally had all of my cock in my mouth and I could taste my cum and something really acrid on my cock. I knew it was his ass so I just kept sucking.

Tommy was looking at me from between my legs then he started to lick my balls. He licked and sucked them for a bit then he moved to my ass hole. He looked back at me and I pleaded with my eyes. He told me he had never done this before but after what we had done, fuck it, he was going for it. I am glad that he made up his mind. That was another awesome new feeling. I was loving this boy more and more every minute. He was grinding away at my ass and had his tongue in as far as it would go. I thought a few times that he was going to just crawl on up in there head first he was so enamored with the chore he had under taken. I shot a huge load in my mouth and his eyes got as big around as saucers. "Did you just cum again?"

Straightening out I looked at him and in my west western drawl said, "Shore did, mighty tasty too I might add. Orta try it sometime." We both started laughing and we lay down for another cuddle. "What time is it?" He told me it almost five. "What time your parents get home?" He told me his mom was out of town and his dad wouldn't be in until eleven or later. He asked me when I had to be home and I told him, "when I get there." I explained that I lived with my dad and sister and they were never sure if I was home or not as I had a direct entrance to my third floor room. He wanted to see my room so we got dressed and walked the block and a few feet to my house. He had no idea I lived so close. He had lived in his house all of his life. We had moved here when I was like five or six. He then remembered that he had been in grade school with my sister but had never put the two of us together.

I snagged two beers and made two bologna and cheese sandwiches on dry bread on the way through the kitchen. We got up in my room and got naked. We sat in the middle of the floor naked and staring at each other as we ate. "Tommy...uhm...I was wondering...well you really like it. What does it feel like know..."

"Get fucked? Let me tell you man it's fantastic. I've only fucked Jimmy T. I....oops. Oh God, don't tell him I told you. He'll like freak out. Oh I can't believe I said that. I have never told anyone." He started to cry. I moved to him and put my arms around him.

"Tommy, Louis fucked you for over a year. Don J. has fucked you. Chris C. has fucked you. I know at least six others who have told me that you like to be fucked. You hang with Jimmy all of the time and if you aren't fucking then it would be out of character. Don't worry most of those who make fun of queers don't know about you. You are our starting quarter back and you won two trophies for the school last year in wrestling. Nobody thinks you're a bad queer. From what we did this afternoon I happen to think that you are a very good queer." He looked at me for the longest time with an expression of fear then loathing then laughter on his face.

He grabbed me and hugged me. "Do people actually think I'm queer?"

"No, I don't think so. I have never heard anything about it except from those who have been with you and no they didn't go around talking about it. I watched you for the last two years and I knew who you were hanging with. I wanted to be in there too and I was trying to figure a way. It wasn't until one of my sisters boy friends slipped up and told me about you that I started asking questions. I'm very good at finding out what I want to know and most of the guys I talked to don't even know that they gave you up. And by the way, all of them still like you. Only one ever laughs about you but he is such a nothing that no one pays any attention to him any way, and no I won't tell you who that is.

I was just thinking that maybe I would want to try letting know, fuck me. Will it hurt. I put lots of Vaseline on my finger and fuck myself with it while I suck myself." I wiggled my middle finger at him and he grabbed it and sucked. He said something about wanting to go where that finger had gone.

He went over to his pants and pulled a tube out of it. He came back and sat down. "My uncle bought this for me. It's a special lube for having sex. The first time I did Jimmy I hurt him so I got this and with a little work I got Jim loosened up and he likes it now. Please don't tell him that I told you." I promised I wouldn't.

He had me lay down on my stomach. I had some big twenty four inch pillows around the room that I lay on . He grabbed one and pushed it under my belly and spread my legs. My ass was up in the air at a better angle for him. He spread my cheeks and started to lick again. I raised my butt back into his face so he could get all of me, I like this. He licked for ten minutes or so then started moving his finger around my hole. This felt so different than my own finger, this was better. He licked me some more then he spit in my hole and pushed his finger in. His finger was much smaller than mine but it felt good. He probed and poked and fucked in and out for a few minutes then he pulled out. I looked over my shoulder as he squeezed some clear jell stuff out of the silver tube he had. He put about a half an inch line of the jell on his middle finger and came back and pushed at my ass hole again. Then he put two fingers to my hole and pushed in. That got my attention. That was much thicker than my finger. After a few seconds though it started feeling good. He wiggled around inside and he hit my butt nut. The stars came out and I moaned in ecstasy. He pulled out and came in again only this time it was really thick. He told me he had three fingers. After all his cock was almost as thick as mine. I had to be opened up to take it in. He wiggled around and finger fucked me. He stretched me and attacked my ass from every angle he could reach then he told me that he thought I was ready. He told me to roll over on my back if I was sure I wanted to do this thing.

He put more gell on his dick and spread it around then put a big blob right at my hole. He moved forward aimed his cock at me. I held my breath and he moved forward. He split me right in half. My ass hole was ripped open and the pain shot through my whole body. I could see blood and shit pouring out of my totally open and exposed guts. I could feel the tearing of tissue from the center of my ass hole out. "Okay. Now I'm going to push just the head inside. This will probably hurt a little." He smiled at me.

Now he's going in? What the fuck did he do to make me hurt so bad a minute aggghhhh.... Now I have been ripped. I can feel his dick head in my ass. Shit that good. Damn that hurts good. I opened my eyes and saw his beautiful smile. I could take the pain for that smile. It was pain he was causing and that made it okay. In fact it hurt so much better now. Damn, that is feeling good. I felt him slide all the in and I was afraid to open my mouth. I knew if I did that my guts would fly out like one of those cloth covered spring snakes in a fake can of peanuts. He started to pump me. I could feel everything in me pushed upwards. The good time feelings were pushing upwards. Damn this was feeling good. How can anything that big, in a hole that small, make feelings so huge that I would die now the happiest I had ever been in my life. I had hated the idea of cornholing since I had watched that fat ass bastard fuck that little boy two and a half years ago. I wonder if that kid had the same feelings in his butt that I was feeling now. I figure he had to have or he wouldn't do it.

Tommy tried to get my cock in his mouth but the best he could do was lick the very tip of the head with the tip of his tongue. I told him not to worry about it, I would teach him how to do it later if he wanted. He fucked me for a while longer and it was starting to feel really nice. I asked him if I was good for him. He told me that I was tighter than Jimmy even though I was a little larger. He said that he was holding back. I asked him to stop. His face dropped but he pulled out. I winked at him and tossed my feet back over my head. I aimed my cock at my mouth and told him, "Resume." He smiled that big smile of his and moved back into position. It took some maneuvering but he got the two of us at the right angle and buried his cock in my awaiting sheath. All the pleasures I had known stepped down two notches as this position took over as favorites one and two.

We stretched out our union for more than twenty minutes when he started hitting my prostate with every plunge. The ridge of his cock head caught the edge of my butt nut and pushed it and pulled it with each stoke. The energy that coursed through my body was overwhelming. My toes were already tingling from the lack of proper circulation from this position. When the orgasm started I didn't quite catch it until it was already zeroing in on my groin. My cock swelled and exploded into my throat. I felt my ass convulse and squeeze the monster invader that was giving it pleasure. Tommy's eyes rolled back in his head so I could see only white. He drooled a long string of spit into my hair as his nuts burst loose with their man milk to flood my bowels in the delicious creamy concoction. I was jealous of my ass. It was getting the juice that I loved so much and wanted to taste. I wish I could suck my ass hole to get every drop. I thought about asking for a straw.

Sated, we rolled apart. When our breathing returned I asked him to stay and sleep with me. We walked back to his house and got his books and clothes for school the next day. He left a note for his dad saying that he had gone to a friends house to do homework and would just stay the night. He left my address and phone number, yeah, my private line, I got it back too. When we got back to my house my sister had one of her meals fixed. Actually it sounds weird but I kind of like it and fix it for myself sometimes. She had instant potatoes with a glob of real butter, canned sweet peas, and a thick ham steak, fried. She made enough for Tommy as she heard us talking when we went to get his clothes. Dad had a surprise for us. He had bought a cheese cake. It sounded gross and I had never heard of it before but it was good. He had some of his mother's home canned cherries that he spooned over it and we pigged out.

I had forgotten that I didn't have a car. My phone rang at ten after seven the next morning. It was my dad telling me that my car was ready and if I would hurry he would drop us off at the repair shop. I hurried the old sleepy head along with a deep kiss. He was worn out from a night of sex. I had fucked him two more times during the night and we slept with each other's dicks in our mouths. We got in my car and he fell asleep on the way to school. We both cut out at noon. He told Jimmy to come over as soon as he could. I wanted to go to my house so he told Jimmy my address and told him we would be there doing a project we were digging into.

I could tell that Jimmy was jealous by the look in his eyes. I told Tommy that I didn't want to hurt him. He said he didn't either so we decided to work up a special afternoon for this stunning little looker.

Yeah, Jimmy was jealous. At least worried that I might steal his boyfriend away. He showed up at my back door at 3:45. He had cut practice. Tommy and I were both in cut off sweat pants and tee shirts. We led him to my room and we attacked him. Tommy threw him on my full sized bed and lay down from the opposite side and started to kiss him. I pulled off his shoes and shoved them in the corner. I pulled off a sock and inhaled through it deeply, watching as four eyes watched my every move. I tossed the sock to Tommy as I pulled of the other one and breathed through it. Tommy and I both started sucking on the sole of the damp socks making hmmm good sounds. Jimmy's eyes were wide. I reached down and grabbed a foot. Tommy jumped up and ran around the bed and grabbed the other. I stroked the naked foot and ran my nails along the bottom. Jimmy was all over the bed. He was ticklish, good to know. I put his big toe in my mouth and sucked on it. I pulled off and licked my lips, "Umm, toe jam." Then I took the toe back in my mouth as they both cracked up. Tommy got into licking and sucking his best friends feet as soon as he got control of his giggles.

We sucked the feet for a few more minutes then I grabbed the top button of Jimmy's 501s. All of the buttons popped in succession and I pulled the pants down with Tommy lifting the boy's butt up so the pants cleared the bed. Jimmy lay there in nothing but the smallest, tightest, whitest, bun huggers ever painted on a person. His thick cock clearly outlined by the thin material. I don't know when Jimmy's shirt came off but I didn't care he looked edible without it. Tommy lifted the waist band of the tiny underwear and pulled them down as I lay over the bed, my knees still on the floor.

There to my surprise was a very thick seven inch cock sticking out of the shaved groin of one hundred and five pound five foot two inch boy. I learned that Jimmy's birthday was in October and he had just turned sixteen a couple of weeks ago. The car was his mother's but she hardly ever used it. Jimmy had another attribute that I found very exciting. He was uncut. I had never seen another uncut cock, hard, up close, and personal. "Would you mind if I suck your beautiful boy friend's cock, sir?" Tommy nodded and gestured with his hands to go ahead. I looked at Jimmy and he nodded slightly. I pulled the foreskin back and licked all around the head getting all of the days sweat and left over piss. I even tasted some cum or maybe pre cum. I opened my mouth and sucked in the entire shaft as I cupped his huge balls. He tasted wonderful. I raised his left leg and Tommy held it high as I continued to suckle and move under the leg to get a better angle. I pulled Jimmy to the edge of the bed so that his ass was almost off. I then pushed both legs up and he pulled them to his chest. I continued to suck and lick then I moved down his shaft to his balls, laving each of them one at a time. I licked the valley where his legs joined his torso and tasted a days sweat there. He had a little boys sweat taste, much like my little brothers, I missed them. I moved on down until I got to his little brown pucker. I was thankful, he was clean. I dove in and licked his crack and hole clean. I went back to his cock and in a very few strokes I was tasting a hot load of hot boy cum that was as good as his boyfriend.

I got up off the floor and turned to Tommy and we shared the cum in my mouth as Jimmy lay there trying to figure it all out. Tommy had pulled both of our shorts off and now he removed the last vestige of clothing in the room, my tee shirt. We lay down across the bed on either side of Jimmy and all started to kiss and tongue wash each other. I looked at Jimmy's face and I saw a cacophony of emotions were playing in the soft, flawless features of the youngster. I was so overwhelmed that I just wrapped my arms around him and pulled him close. "I'm not going to steal your boyfriend away from you. I love you too much to ever hurt you." He broke down and started to cry. I joined him and then Tommy joined in.

Tommy held his friend close and they cried loud and boldly. I moved across the room and pulled some pillows together. I tuned in my favorite AM radio station of the day, KOMA out of Oklahoma City, a 50,000 watt station that can be heard across America. The song Teen Angel was playing and though it dealt with the death of a girlfriend I twisted it to be any loss and I felt what I thought Jimmy was feeling. I pulled a big furry throw, that my sister had given me, over my naked body and cried myself to sleep.

I don't think that I slept more than a moment or two but time has no reference to a sleeping body. Jimmy snuggled up against me and pulled the cover over both of us. "I fell in love with you the first day I met you in the eighth grade. When you dragged me in that stall and pulled your pants down I wanted to fall to my knees and suck your dick. I have stayed away from you all of these years because I knew you were straight. I had my first fling with Tommy later that year but I have always thought of you in my fantasies. Tommy knows this. We have talked about the hottest guys in school for two years and we decided last week to see if you would be willing to swing. I heard the stories about you being a piss boy two years ago. Then when I heard that you fucked Ann Masterbaum in her own bed last Saturday I knew there was no chance for a little queer like me." The tear gates opened and he was inconsolable again.

I looked up and Tommy was standing there. I held the blanket up behind me and he spooned in to my back. Jimmy never opened his eyes. He sniffled a while then continued, "I love Tommy. He is the best friend I have ever had but, and he knows this, I am not in love with him. He is much more than sex but we don't really have anything in common like the two of you do. I watched you kiss him and I saw the look in his eyes. He is in love with you and you are in love with him."

"My dad can give you the names of several good opthalmologists. I think you need glasses. Tommy and I are in serious lust. I love his body. I love the sex. But I'm too narcissistic to be in love with anyone but myself. Time may change that but I'm only sixteen and all I love at this time is getting off. Though a mouth full of the cream of some young guy evokes heavy emotions in me." Tommy stabbed my ass with his hard cock. Jimmy giggled. I kissed him, deep and full. "You really fell in love with me in Miss Reeves class?"

"No, I fell in love with you when you were peeling that cum filled toilet paper off of your big uncut cock. I had been fighting those feelings all summer and I was going to be fourteen in just six weeks. I didn't want to be a homosexual. My dad always talks about how bad they are. He was small and cute when he was young and he said some queer was always hitting on him. I didn't want to be hitting on anyone. I just wanted to suck your dick for the rest of my life."

"Well I am here for now but I still think you and boner Jones over here belong together."

Jimmy looked behind me for the first time and saw Tommy. He grinned at him and said, "Faggot."

"Cocksucker," said Tommy.

"Both of you butt monkeys put a cork in it and let's go to sleep."

"No, I want to get fucked." Jimmy said. I suggested that Tommy fuck him while we sucked each other. I wanted to watch that big ass cock go in and out of this little tiny ass hole. It was agreed and we spent the whole night swapping off. By morning we had each fucked each other while sixty nineing. We each got to watch each other take it up the ass and had each gotten at least two loads of cum down the gullet.

We remained close friends all the way through school. Tommy and Jimmy were deemed a couple when in our senior year they showed up at the prom as each other's dates. They danced the night away and kissed each other in front of the whole student body.

Me, well I went the other way for a while. I went off to war. I was seriously injured in 1975 and took a medical discharge. I was a Major and still receive a pay check from the Army every month.

I married a girl that I had met in church and we married as soon as we graduated from highschool. We raised four wonderful children then split in June of 1986. I have been pursuing boys ever since.

This past June I attended our class's fourtieth reunion. My first reunion. Somehow they had gotten a picture of me receiving my second Silver Star from none other than General Westmoreland and Congressman George Bush, that's daddy Bush, before he became President. Nixon was still in office then. Two weeks later I was shot, again. That time it was bad enough to send me home. They had my year book picture on the walls of the hotel ballroom with everyone else's. As the evening festivities progressed a special award for the outstanding achiever of the class of 1963 was announced and my picture was unveiled. Everyone shook my hand. Tommy and his wife, one of our classmates, came up. Jimmy and his wife came forward. They invited me to a boys night out. I had other business in town. I was burying my step mother. My dad had left me our old house after my step mother's demise. I invited my old friends to a weekend party in my room.

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