Date: Sat, 27 Nov 2010 03:34:32 -0500
From: larry_c_@excite.com
Subject: My Zach

All warnings and legalities common to such stories apply to this one! But I
know you'll read it anyway, so enjoy it!

I have to say that the first three paragraphs were borrowed from a story I
read on nifty about "The Young Boys' Masturbation Club" but it was so
similar to my own experiences that I used a few phrases from it to trigger
the rest of my story. The remainder is all mine, and I trust I didn't
borrow too much as an opener. I mean no plagiarism or hurt to the author of
that story. (Credit to: East European);

P.S.: This IS fiction, (mostly), and names do not have real connections to
real people! Any accidental similarities are purely coincidental.

My Zach Starts Out Young and Horny

Zack, the youngest of five brothers, brought to the tree house at age seven
by the fourth in line, Shawn; the three older ones apparently not being as
interested in whacking off with a bunch of younger boys -- something which
Zack just couldn't understand, because it was so much fun, and it gave him
so many images in his head to masturbate to later. (Especially since he and
Shawn shared a bedroom ever since Zach was born.) Shawn was 11 at the time
he brought Zach to the tree house club. Oh yes, the older brothers had
definitely started Shawn as soon as he showed interest, but now they had
abandoned him because no high school guy would be around younger
brothers...it just wasn't cool!)

After several of the slightly older boys in the club had shot off dry or
wet loads, depending on their maturity level, Tony the Italian announced
from his clubhouse pillow, "I'm glad you guys are done.  All eyes on me
now!"  Next to him on the pillow, his good friend Zack added "Yeah, and me,
too!"  Tony and Zack ground their shoulders and hips together as they gave
their boy pricks the last few yanks to put them over the edge.  "I'm
cumming," Tony moaned.  "Mamma mia, I'm cumming hard!"  Zack almost bust
out laughing, but he was cumming too, and he was so glad to be doing it
together with his best friend.  And Shawn was the closest to the cumming
pair of all the boys in the clubhouse ... very intent in watching his
little brother's body quiver.  So intent in fact, that Shawn actually had
his very first wet explosion as the two seven year olds shook violently.

Tony and Zack didn't always just wait for the club to masturbate together.
In fact every day, when lunch period started, they both disappeared into
the 3rd grade boy's restroom and into a locked stall to rub their dicks and
whisper to each other how horny and sexy they were.  They always raced to
see who could cum first, and it was a testimony to their friendship that
neither one doubted that the other one was faking it.  Besides, what would
be the point to faking it?

Miss having an orgasm?  No way!

(I better say right here, that I knew nothing about this boys club or the
school antics of the two close friends, Zach and Tony, up till now
... honest!)

This is about the time that I joined in the picture. It was at church one
Sunday, when I met Shawn during a play practice. He was a shepherd
(Christmas Play) and I was a soloist and actor from the congregation that
had discovered my talents just from morning worship involvement. I had been
a teacher of Junior High kids, and Shawn needed some tutoring to keep up
with his 6th grade class work. We hit it off right away, and I offered free
assistance. His mother saw how well we clicked, and immediately set up some
times at the house for me to help Shawn.

Of course, I also met Zach, because he seemed almost jealous that Shawn had
a tutor. So I made sure to give Zach some attention too. Tutoring sessions
expanded into movie trips and miniature golf sessions. For a while, I tried
to take both boys together, but they seemed to get into little fights over
my attention. I decided to start taking each separately from then on.

I almost became like the father that was missing from their family life. I
wasn't any older than the eldest of the five brothers, but because of my
teaching, I seemed to have an authority that the boys looked up to. Even
the three oldest brothers came to me for advice, and I started recognizing
birthdays and other important dates for all five boys (or young men, as it
were). Mom loved the relationships that were developing. It seemed to take
pressure off her, and even help her to relax and be more caring instead of
being a referee.

Then came a women's retreat for a weekend at the area church camp. Mom
wanted to go very badly because she had personal issues that were being
addressed at the conference. Usually, her oldest son would take Zach and
Shawn to his home when such an opportunity came along for Mom. However,
this time, his work called him away. So I offered to stay with both boys at
their home while Mom could attend her meetings. That way, they had all they
needed to be normally occupied and comfortable without being sent elsewhere
to unfamiliar surroundings.

Mom allowed me to use her master bedroom, which also had a hot tub in its
own attached bathroom. What I didn't know was that the boys' bathroom
downstairs was rather out-of-order ... or at least that was what the boys
told me later that evening. Knowing that Mom was rather strapped
financially, I figured they told me the truth, so I allowed them to use the
master bathroom to get ready for bedtime.

I decided I better stay in the bedroom just in case things got out of hand
... as usually can happen with boys their age. I was rather surprised that
no yelling or splashing or even arguments came from the bathroom. I could
hear the bubble jets from the hot tub, and some giggles and other quiet
sounds of what seemed to be happy brothers. I heard a "wash my back now"
and "let me do yours too", but nothing like I had worried about happening.

That is...until I heard "Oh yeah...just like that, Zach; perfect!
... AHHHHhhhaaa" Then a moment later: "Did you swallow? Shit yeah, Bro!"
Then Zach snickered and said: "My turn, Bro...you promised!"  "OK";

I couldn't help it. I had to look through the slightly opened door to see
what was going on. Damn if Shawn wasn't sucking Zach's "stiffy" like he was
gonna rip it off with his lips. Then I knew what the previous comments
meant. Shawn had already received a blowjob, and was returning the favor to
his favorite brother. I have to admit that I was turned on by what I was
watching, and could also picture the previous action quite clearly as I
stared at those wet smooth young bodies, each showing the results of doing
outdoor work and country living.

They were small, yes, but they were sculpted nicely, and tanned from being
shirtless as they did chores in the sunlight. In fact, the oldest brother
had a construction business, and he even used these boys on his job sites
occasionally. They were very much in shape for kids! I decided I better
head out to the living room TV before they found out I was watching their
bedtime preparations ... and saw the tent that was in my sweats.

Soon, both boys joined me on the couch, as friendly as I had ever seen them
... either together, or with me. No competition, no battle for attention,
nothing negative evident at all; All they had on were their boxers, because
they were used to wearing them around the house as well as sleeping in
them. I had a good movie in the player that I knew they'd enjoy, so they
stayed with me till the movie was over.

However, the longer they sat with me, the closer they sat to me; their bare
legs felt so warm against my sweats that I excused myself to change into
sports shorts and returned, just to cool down some. This turned out to be a
bad decision. Now, as they sat closer, their bare legs pressed against my
bare legs. Then they took my arms and wiggled under them, so I was holding
them both like a loving Dad might do ... their heads against my chest. I
had all I could do to concentrate on the movie. I didn't dare adjust my now
very hard cock, or they would see just how I was reacting to their
acceptance of me as a father figure.

The movie finished, and I told them to head to bed. They grabbed my hands
and dragged me to their room ... "Gonna tuck us in, Larry? ... (Giggle*);
"You guys want to be tucked in at your age?"  "Sure ... been a long time
since we had someone who would do it. We miss it!"  "Well, I suppose I can
if you're really serious! What do I do?"  "Rub my back." said Shawn; "Rub
my feet and legs ... they hurt!" said Zach;

I started with Zach mainly because he always seemed to get the second round
on our outings, and no tutoring time, at least not yet. (He did when he got
to 7th grade.) He grinned at Shawn like a Cheshire cat when I chose him
first. I massaged his feet until he almost cooed. Then I rubbed up a ways,
doing his calves until they seemed to relax and soften. Then he said:
"higher...do my thighs too...please."  I did. But I soon noticed his boxers
tenting a bit, so I quit, and moved to Shawn. Zach giggled, and said that I
could have kept on longer ... as if he knew why I quit.

Shawn was lying on his tummy with his legs together and his arms under his
head, looking toward Zach.  "Uh, Larry ... you can straddle my hips. It
lets you do my back more evenly. That's the way my older brother does it
for me, and he does massages for the school football team when they need
it. He's good!

I did as he asked, not thinking that a kid his age would have ulterior
motives ... dumb me!  I started with his shoulders and arms, which
necessitated my rocking forward and back as I worked his muscles. My bare
legs pressed against his hips and his thighs, which felt extremely warm as
I rocked. As I worked downward from his neck to his center back, I scooted
a bit further down his legs too, which he spread a bit wider to keep
contact with my legs. I wasn't that aware of his purposeful movements until
I felt my cock riding across his eleven-year-old butt crack as I still
rocked forward to dig my fingers into his tight back muscles. That made me
stop right then and there. Shawn turned over onto his back, smiling like he
had me in a trap.

"Gonna kiss us g'night too, Larry?" said Zach. "After all, you enjoyed
watching us take our baths, didn't you?" Then he jumped over to Shawn's bed
and crawled under the covers, and I could see hands moving into the tented
areas of the sheet. Zach's hand on Shawn's tent and visa-versa. I turned
off the light and closed the door. All I could hope was that what was just
said to me was going to be kept just between the three of us.  I went to
bed and tried to sleep, but was bothered by some worry, some mental
pictures of the two boys playing, and most of all by a rock hard cock that
would not deflate one iota!

I must have been alone there for what seemed like hours, but actually was
maybe 20 minutes, when my door opened quietly, and two young boys crept
into the room and crawled into my bed on either side of me. Evidently they
thought I was already asleep, so I stayed silent as if I hadn't
noticed. That is until I remembered I didn't have any boxers on. I sleep
nude! (My mind thought: "Oh shit! What Now?" but I dared not to make a
sound!)

That's when I felt another sensation that almost panicked me. The boys
didn't have their boxers on either. They snuggled closely, and they were
definitely sexually stimulated. Their boy boners were poking my legs as
they pressed against me and put their arms across my chest, snuggling their
noses into my neck. They were very gentle as they moved in, so that they
wouldn't "wake" me. But when each boy put his leg over mine, I shook and
quivered uncontrollably, trying not to shoot a load right then and there.

Then I felt two pair of lips on my cheeks. "Did we wake you, Larry?" asked
Shawn. "We didn't mean to!"  "Why you shaking, Larry?" asked Zach. "You
afraid to get kissed g'night?"

"Guys ... why don't you have your boxers on? Why are you in here anyway? Do
you have any idea what would happen to me if your Mom came home early from
camp and found you in here?

Shawn's voice turned almost command-like ... "Be quiet and enjoy it. We've
missed our brothers sharing with us, and you know you can't say you want us
to leave. We've known for weeks that you felt more toward us than you'd
admit. So now it's time to be honest with us." Then his hand found my
hard-on, and his finger dragged across the wet tip.  "Ah ... admission
enough, right, Zach?" ... and Zach's hand joined Shawn's around my stiff
leaking rod of iron.

I had nothing to say in answer to his declaration. My cock had answered for
me. I was putty in their hands ... or maybe hot meat would be a better
description. Like I said, I wasn't any older than their eldest brother, and
I was certainly turned on. They knew it, and I couldn't deny it. I sighed
heavily, relaxed, wrapped my arms around both boys, and told them they
could spend the night right there.

But that didn't put them to sleep like I hoped it would. They were not
interested in sleep ... at least not yet. They wiggled out from my armhold,
and scooted down under the covers. OMG ... I felt two tongues licking the
length of my tool. Then my balls; then one mouth on my tip and first two
inches ... then a trade for a larger and wetter mouth and tongue going
further down on me.  While Shawn's larger mouth took more and more, Zach
moved upward out from under the covers and knelt next to my head, rubbing
his "stiffy" on my lips.  "C'mon, Larry, try it! You'll like it!"

I could not resist! I felt no guilt or remorse at the moment. All I knew is
that I was burning with a desire that I never felt before, didn't
understand, and absolutely could not refuse to satisfy.  Without
hesitation, I took Zach's seven-year-old 3-½ inch cock into my mouth and
almost devoured it. He laughed like a little devil, but I didn't care!
Especially since eleven-year-old Shawn had me totally inhaled and his
tongue was driving me toward total ecstasy.

Zach began to shake like a small earthquake, and went into the wildest
orgasmic trance I have ever seen. He almost passed out on top of me before
he gasped for air. Of course, it was dry, but it was more tense than any
I've ever had, and that's going some. If he had been able to shoot wet, he
would have drowned me, I'm sure!

His sweaty young little sculpted body across mine added to my own
stimulation, but Shawn stopped his work on my cock just in time to make me
fall back from an eruption. I don't know how he knew when to stop, but he
sure did! Then he traded places with Zach, who took over on my rigid
rod. Now Shawn's 5", slightly thicker cock was resting across my lips, and
he didn't need to say a word about what he wanted. Needless to say, I
didn't wait for a verbal invitation, either.

All I could think of is that these boys were well endowed for their ages,
and more experienced than I ever thought.  I did know that I was now an
accepted part of a very active family, and knew I fit in like a glove. I
swallowed Shawn's cock in one gulp, and began working it as well as he had
done on me. (I may be a teacher, but these boys were teaching me ... about
a part of me I never recognized until this very moment. And ... I was a
willing learner!)

It was uncanny, but Shawn timed his own orgasm to match mine almost to the
second. Zach was getting me to the point of no return, and I felt Shawn's
rod swell in my mouth at the same moment I felt no further control on my
own eruption. Zach managed to handle my entire load, and to my surprise,
easily so. I was also surprised at the amount of boy juice Shawn pumped
into my mouth. I guess it's true that the earlier you get started, the
faster you develop ... and with three brothers getting you involved, it
happens early and powerfully too.

Then Zach pulled up next to me again, as Shawn lay against me on his
side. Zach crawled up onto me, and shared my cum with Shawn, and then with
me by tongue. Damn ... no need for sex education around this household! We
all kissed, and fell asleep tangled together like Siamese triplets
... so-to speak.

When I awoke in the morning, the boys were gone. All of a sudden I felt
guilt and shame. I worried that now they could ruin me if they ever got mad
at me. I knew that their Mom would put me behind bars if she ever found
out. I almost felt like throwing up ... until the boys came in with a tray
of breakfast. Still nude, and both hard, they crawled up and fed me like I
was a king.

After I finished eating, I got up and headed for the hot tub to clean up
for the day. The boys stripped the sheets and put them in the washer, so no
evidence of our evening activity could be traced, and then they jumped into
the hot tub with me.  "We'll wash your back for you, Larry ... and whatever
else needs scrubbing."  That felt almost better than the sex of last
night. So sensual to have four hands soaping me up and rubbing me clean;

But when Zach started to soap up my crack, he made sure to finger my
rosebud outside and inside. One finger would have been enough, but he added
another and another, until he had me dancing on his triple-digit butt
plug. Then he pulled out fast, and turned me toward Shawn, who plugged it
up again with ... with ... hell, that's not his finger!  So different ... I
never ever felt this before! And what the??? He's hitting something in
there ... OHHHHH...UHHHHHHH. AHHHHHAAaa! I blew a load so fast I didn't
know what hit me.

Shawn roared with laughter! "You shoot faster than my next-up brother
does. At least he can wait till I shoot too!"  "Shit, Shawn ... it's my
first time to feel that. I'm not made of steel! But I could get used to it,
I'm sure."  "You better! Even Zach gets to do me, and I expect you to do us
both before too long. You're ours now, any way we want you ... and I'm sure
you want us as much as we want you."

"You want honesty? All right ... you are correct! Yes I want you both! And
yes, I will be here for you too. BUT ... if you ever tell anyone, brothers,
mother, or anyone, I'll take you both down with me somehow. Oh God ... I
don't want to threaten you, I love you both. Just promise me it's our
secret, and will stay that way no matter what ... that's all!"

"OH hell yeah! We'd never tell on you ... we'd be dead meat too. Mom would
have a tizzy-fit, especially if she found out that all of us brothers have
done this stuff, and that the older ones taught us younger ones. Besides,
we got you involved. You didn't get us going. Oh, we could tell you thought
about it, but you controlled yourself until we came to you. Well, you did
watch us in the tub, but that was our plan too. So, relax. You're family
now! We'll all protect each other."

Then Zach piped up ...
     "Guess we'll take turns going to your place for a day out and a
stay-over, huh! Mom'd just think you were helping her out by taking us off
her hands once in a while."

"Don't you think we ought to be careful not to rush into new activities
like that? Won't she wonder why I all of a sudden start to take you for
over-nighters?"

"What'a'ya bet she asks you to do just that. Now that you've watched us for
a weekend, and she's had personal time ... she'll want more small
breaks. And, you know that two brothers can get on Mom's nerves sometimes,
if they try."...giggle*

"You wouldn't!"  "You sure, Larry?"  "If you do, don't do it while I'm
here!"  "We ain't that stupid!"

By the time Shawn was 13, and Zach was 9, there had been several times Mom
asked me to give her a break. I'd take Shawn to a movie that lasted later
than Mom wanted to stay up, so she asked me to keep him till morning. Then
a couple weeks later, Zach wanted to go bowling, and of course it was late
when we finally got a lane ... same instructions from Mom in case it
happened that way.

Zach was 12 when he blew his first wet load, and it was at my place. I was
the lucky one, for sure. By then, he was almost as tall as Shawn (at 16)
and even more sculpted from hard work as well. Damn, he was a hottie!
(Shawn was nothing to sneeze at, either, but he was stouter ... uh ... more
filled out; stocky, maybe; But Zach was lean and his muscles seemed more
shapely and defined. He was on the 7th grade wrestling team, and that
accented his build even more. I went to his matches, and he won 2 out of
three almost every time. (Light weight class, but with the power of two
weight classes above him;

Shawn was a baseball player, (Yes I went to his games too!) but he didn't
do as much work around the house as did Zach.  He was toned and solid, but
I think Zach probably could take him in a wrestling match if the two got
into it.

And by then, Zach had developed a lot more below the waist, too. Even at
twelve, he looked more like Shawn's age down there. He had pubes already,
and his grape-sized balls had become more like golf balls, hanging nicely
and loose. His cock was at least 6-½ " now, and almost as thick as Shawn's.
Shawn had grown to a nice full 7-½", and all three of us were sharing just
about every action guys could share. It was Zach's being inside my tunnel
as he spooned me in my bed that caused his first wet blow, and believe me
when I say he was excited. So was I, because he hit my special spot so well
that I shot first, and my spasming muscles milked his load out of him very
powerfully and in such quantity.

It was summer, school out, Mom working, brothers all busy elsewhere
... Zach had turned 13, and Shawn was already 17 now, and my two boys were
bored to death. I had a week off from all school assignments and no other
commitments of any kind. So I asked Mom if I could take the boys
camping. She almost kissed me. She was stressed by their antics at home,
and with work that finally came in to help her financially get ahead. She
even insisted on furnishing the food for our week outing. I had tent and
sleeping bags, fishing gear, and anything else we might need, so off we
went.

Shawn knew of a cool site away from the normal summer crowds, and by a nice
river. I suppose he had a buddy from school that took him there a time or
two. So we found the place and set up camp. It was so "away" that we had it
all to ourselves. Skinny-dipping was the rule of the day (week), and I
could say clearly that we didn't have tan lines from the daily sun, either.

The evenings were warm, too ... so bedtime allowed sleeping on top of the
bags instead of in them. That is, what sleep we actually got! By now, Shawn
had discovered how much cum Zach was able to shoot, and it was no secret
how much he loved having Zach inside his backside. Shawn started to become
the bottom, and Zach the top in their sharing together. It surprised how
subservient Shawn became when Zach showed his dominant side. Shawn was
anything BUT fem, and Zach was not rough and mean. However, control was
definitely in Zach's hands (or whatever he chose to use!) I got so hot just
watching them interact.

But on the second night out, Shawn needed to be in control, so he decided I
would allow him to be in charge, which I did willingly. I knew what he
needed, and like I said, I was always there for my boys! If they needed me
to top, I did. If they needed to top me, I let them. So tonight I let Shawn
top me, and he decided to have me on my stomach as he came at me from
behind.

I loved the feel of his stocky body against my back. I could now feel his
muscles (because he was now doing weights to buff up) move as he made love
to me. Damn it was so sensual. I think he had even become thicker in cock
girth, too. I felt a whole lot fuller than I used to a year ago. He went in
gently, because he knew he needed to let me get used to its new
expanse. But by the time he was totally buried in me, I was fine with it,
and ready for anything.

Anything but what happened next! Because as he stayed at rest, his whole
body against mine, kissing my neck and nibbling my ear to get me hot as
hell ... I felt a new sensation. More pressure, I guess; then I looked
behind, and Zach was pushing his cock into Shawn. Fuck ... a
three-way. Suddenly, Zach was controlling both of us by his rhythms and
movements. The extra weight on my back actually increased the intensity of
my sexual arousal. My cock was jammed into the sleeping bag padding, and my
movements were pressing me into a humping of the ground like never before.

The longer Zach fucked Shawn's ass, the harder and faster he went. That
made Shawn's cock do the same to me. I had so say whatsoever as to how this
was developing. Nor did I care! I was in 7th heaven, or close to it. Hot
sweaty boy bodies sliding against me, hard thick cock driving my prostate,
Shawn's fingers digging into my muscles adding to the sensuality, and the
sounds Zach was making pushing me over the edge ... I flooded the sleeping
bag with seven or eight huge blasts of hot man juice ... so intense that it
felt like a volcano going off, and so pressed by the two boys' body weight
that it heated my entire abs and chest as it oozed under me.

My ass movement made Shawn blast his lava deep into me with so much
pressure I thought I was going to taste it before he quit. And then, Zach
fired away, and practically tore us both apart with his spasmodic jerks and
twists. It's a good thing no one else was even close to our campsite, or
someone would have called animal control because of the sounds we were
making. None of us could move a muscle when we all came down to earth. So
we fell asleep in this stack of manliness.

A couple hours later, I woke up and needed to piss. I woke the others, and
we peeled apart, as we were literally glued together by dried cum! When
Zach pulled out of Shawn, he was still hard. Damn what a horn dog he is!
Shawn was soft, but still stuck in me sufficiently to make a pop when he
pulled out. Me? I had to peel the sleeping bag off my front before I could
get up. We all headed out under the moonlight and let our piss cross swords
as the light reflected on the three lines of fire.

We decided to take a dip in the river to clean off before going back to
bed, and did we ever sleep solidly till mid-morning.

Needless to say that by the time Zach was 15, and Shawn was 19, it was an
extremely painful day when my job moved me to another part of the state.
The boys helped me pack my truck, but we all ended up in tears before I
pulled away. Because there were other people there to see me off, we had no
last time sharing of sexual pleasure. Almost every hour of my driving trip,
my cell phone rang, and it was one or the other boy wanting to still talk.

Finally I arrived at my new place, and I called them to give them my new
address and new phone number. Since the new school's schedule was set on
farming needs, it started summer in May. So I made sure I went back to see
Zach on his 16th birthday. Shawn had moved out on his own, so Zach called
him to come over for the party ... and I surprised Shawn by my presence.
Needless to say, after everyone left the party, the three of us disappeared
for a couple hours, with Mom's blessing ... since she was worn out by the
whole party thing.

The End.
(no more chapters of this one ... sorry!)