Almost daily, and certainly on the weekends, it was common to see 15 to twenty boys at Ron’s place. The front lawn was strewn with bicycles. It became a hangout with free beer, pot, cocaine, and ecstasy; however, Ron’s hospitality came at a price. Nudity around the pool was mandatory, as was sex with Ron. Some of the boys had yet to be educated. Running around naked was soon accepted — weird, but accepted — their first time over invited by Ron, or sometimes another boy, only to find out he had to take off all his clothes at the pool.
One such boy was Adam Stettler, 13. Ron only befriended good looking boys, and Adam measured up. John Parks brought him around the arcade to meet Ron, and he was invited over with John the following day. John had only told the boy about skinny-dipping en route to Ron’s house; he was not aware that many other boys would be present.
Ron answered the door wearing a short white robe, welcomed his company, and directed them to the greenhouse, stopping at the fridge to get them a beer. Adam saw seven boys in the playroom, a few in just their underwear, playing games and watching what appeared to be porn movies. He could have sworn two boys seated on the sofa had been jerking each other off, quickly moving their hands and covering up erections when the stranger entered. It was too late — Adam was sure of what he saw. Ron introduced the new boy, and they all called out “Hey!” The room was heavy in marijuana smoke and its aroma. If there was one thing Adam loved, it was pot. Even his parents smoked up regularly.
Stepping in the greenhouse, the pool was being enjoyed by eight more boys, all naked, playing water polo. They looked like they were having a blast, attacking their opponents more often than playing the game. Ron introduced the ruffians to Adam, and they waved and carried on their antics.
John said, “Come on, Adam. Ya have nothing to be ashamed of; look around, nobody cares. Besides, I’ve seen you naked before and trust me, you have nothing to be ashamed of. I’ll go get us a joint.”
John didn’t return quite then, nor for a long time afterward. Standing in his underwear, Adam chugged his beer, hoping to gain some liquid courage to join the guys in the water rather than look like a fool: ironically, the only one dressed.
Ron asked John to follow him upstairs; to the boy’s surprise, the destination was to his bedroom. The 14 year old had been hanging around for a couple of weeks. Ron had seen him naked often enough — nice chubby three-incher, low balls, too much pubic hair — now it was John’s time to learn what membership entailed.
“Do ya like hanging around here, John?” he asked, closing the bedroom door, going into his night table and, shaking out a couple of Ex tablets.
“You bet — it’s rad, Ronny!” he replied nervously, wondering why he was brought to the bedroom for a chit-chat. He accepted the Ex graciously, he loved the high it gave him, a peaceful feeling.
“Why don’t you lie down?... I give very good massages; ask any of the boys.”
“That’s okay, Ronny. I’m not aching anywhere.”
Ron reached for the boy’s arm and guided him to the bed. “You don’t have to be hurting to enjoy a good massage, John. Just relax, you’ll love it. Take off your shirt and jeans.”
“My jeans?” he asked nervously.
“Yes, your jeans, so I can rub your legs.”
The teen hesitated, but complied with the awkward request. Ron motioned him to lie on his stomach and opened the boy’s legs to kneel between. He commenced rubbing John’s shoulders, saying, “Geez, you are tense, John. The Ex should relax you soon enough.”
Slowly working his way down the boy’s body, he looped his thumbs in the underwear waistband, told John to lift, and removed them. He was scared, especially when the man began rubbing his bum.
Ron looked at the pink hole between the spread cheeks; he desperately wanted to rim the kid — the thought stirred his cock, hanging freely under the robe. “Ya know, John, I can be a very generous man to guys I like, as you’ve seen and shared in. I do like you a lot; otherwise you wouldn’t be here.”
“I, I like you too, Ronny. I appreciate everything, honest!”
Ron’s hands rubbed the upper thighs, his thumbs wandered to the g-spot between the rectum and nut-sack that he rubbed gently. “I don’t ask for much in return, other than an open mind.” John moved one thumb lower to softly stroke the scrotum. “Do you have an open mind, John?”
“I, I think so, Ronny.” He had no idea what Ron was getting at; he was most confused, and bloody scared when Ron began touching his balls.
Ron didn’t linger at those hot spots too long, moving down and kneading John’s thighs. “Am I making you feel good, John?”
“Feels great. I… I… never had a rubdown before.”
“It’s a full body massage. I’ll get you to roll over after I’m finished with your calves.”
Now John was scared to death. He was well aware that Ron had seen him naked a few times, but never so close and intimately touching him.
“Okay, then. Roll over, buddy; let’s get your chest next.”
John slowly rolled onto his back, one hand covering his genitals. Ron told him to put his arms around his neck and relax. With his head raised, John saw that Ron’s robe was open, his genitals hanging: the man’s cock appeared larger than he remembered it, not that he stared, ever; however, sometimes his eyes wandered over the other boys in the greenhouse, it was natural, wasn’t it? He didn’t recall ever doing it before he started coming to Ron’s place and hanging with the guys. Maybe it was the Ex that seemed to give him a warm, fuzzy, love-thy-neighbor buzz,
Ron rubbed John’s chest, sensing the boy’s discomfort and nervousness, his face beet-red. He felt the effects of the drug himself, John should also be chilling out. “I have a very open mind, as well, John. I like to make the boys feel nice in other ways besides a body massage,” he said in almost a whisper, his hands working John’s hips, moving closer to his groin as he stared down at the flaccid cock. “Have you ever had a blowjob, John?”
John was perplexed at the question. “No.”
“Well, John… today’s your lucky day! he said, taking the boy’s cock in his hand.
John didn’t want to believe his own instincts that told him something was not right from the moment they walked into the bedroom. As if his sense of feeling was somehow deceiving him, he looked down to see Ron playing with his dick. He also saw the man’s large cock was rock hard, that he was stroking it with his other hand. All he could think to say was, “I’m not gay, Ron!”
“I never thought or said you were. Neither am I, John. Nothing wrong with two guys fooling around, and I want to give you your first blowjob. Just close your eyes, relax, and enjoy it,” he whispered, lowering his head to take the cock in his mouth and cup full balls in his hand.
John didn’t know what to do, or say. Should he run? Or just tell Ron to fuck off? If he did either of those things, he wouldn’t be welcome back to hang with the guys. He never had many friends, always a loner until Adam recently moved next door. He was pleased when Ron started chatting to him at the arcade, he always felt more comfortable around adults than people his own age. John was elated when asked if he wanted to visit John’s house for a swimming party with other boys. Little did he know bathing suits were taboo; that took a little adjusting to, but after a few beers, he was playing water polo with eight other naked boys. For once, he felt part of a group where he could be himself.
He must have liked what John was doing, because he was getting an erection. He quit lying to himself and admitted he loved what John was doing to him. He loved the man’s big cock he got a peek of, and loved all the other boys’ cocks. He thought about Adam, and the few times he saw him naked and how beautiful his junk was. Was he gay and never knew it?
Ron was pleased with the cock in his mouth, and pleased that John was getting into it. No doubt the drug kicked in and he was letting himself go finally. It worked every time. John swore that even the straightest of guys could be persuaded to fool around with another guy, if the Ecstasy was good quality and the mood just right.
Many times he’d seen the boys downstairs hook up and use one of the guest rooms. Everybody knew and nobody cared. It was nothing to see a couple or three guys watching a porn engaged in a circle jerk on the sofa or loveseat. Often, John brought two or three boys to bed for a late-night orgy.
He had taught them well with the help of the “love-drug.” The boys over that very day knew Ron was taking the new kid to bed to show him stuff he’d need to know if he was planning on sticking around.
Ron never stopped sucking John’s cock when he moved them into a sixty-nine lying on their sides. He felt the hand on his cock exploring, then his balls, then the warm mouth taking him inch by inch. Another notch in his headboard, another boy had.
John loved the feel of the man’s cock and balls, so virile, manly. The cock belonged in his mouth. He mimicked what Ron was doing, hoping he was giving as much pleasure to Ron as he was receiving from him. Never did John consider how erotically wonderful another person’s mouth and hands could be. His orgasm was long and intense. Minutes later, Ron knew that John was cumming, the first two strokes to that back of his throat caused him to choke. He backed off a few inches and let the rest of the bitter/salty hint of bleach fluid gather in his mouth amazed at the volume pooling in his right cheek and how unappetizing the flavor was.
* * *
A boy named Mike got out of the pool to chat with the very nervous Adam, standing in his underpants scraping the label off his beer bottle. Adam’s discomfort was only enhanced by the nonchalant naked teen before him.
“Hey, dude. — Mike.” He held out his right hand, the other scratching his balls.
“Hi… I, I’m Adam,” he forced himself to reply, the sight of the other boy’s goods taken in with the handshake then quickly averted.
“Don’t worry, Adam. You’ll get used to it eventually,” the teen said, motioning toward the nude activity in the pool with his eyes and a nod.
Adam was kind of pissed at himself for being so obvious about his awkward shyness. He had showered with boys at school many times, but never had he or other guys engaged in conversation until at least covered in a towel. Mike continued to fondle his genitals; Adam couldn’t help but notice the slight increase in length of the smallish cut cock when he stooped to place his empty bottle on the cement floor.
Mike asked, “Ya wanna go inside and smoke a bowl with me?”
Music to his ears, Adam agreed and followed Mike’s plump white ass; the teen not bothering to cover himself to enter the house. Adam felt a need to say something to break the tension he was feeling. “This place is really cool!” he commented.
Mike looked over his shoulder and said, “Yup, Ronny’s a pretty cool guy... for a ‘dult,’ that is. Lets us pretty well do anything around here… always lots of liquor and dope. Most of us get wasted and crash here the whole weekend. You’re lucky he let John bring you along! Usually Ronny gets to know a guy better before he’s invited over, ya know… make sure he isn’t a rat and all.”
Adam understood. He also understood the undertone of the message being sent to him. “Yeah, guess he would have to be careful,” he agreed as they stepped into the smoky rec-room, noticing two new boys at the entry stripping down to their underwear. The others were mostly playing their favorite old fashioned game. Adam noticed that a third boy had joined the two on the sofa, all rather close together watching porn. He could only see the back of their heads and shoulders that appeared to jostle. He was no fool, the teens were jerking off together… or doing each other!
Mike filled the bong from what had to be a bagged pound of weed sitting on the mahogany bar, the scent of which when opened filled the air. “Yup, what goes on here, stays here.” Mike said, as if reading Adam’s mind deducing the sofa scene and the images of the young male actors on the screen engaged in sex acts with girls, — as well as themselves. Adam felt as if he’d been transported to another planet; the whole scene was surreal from the minute he stepped into the house.
Mike lit the bong, took a long pull, and passed it to Adam who did the same. If there was one thing Adam knew well, it was quality pot. He loathed the skunk-weed most of his friends scored; his parents being connoisseurs of quality shit, he was spoiled.
Another boy, introduced as Ryan, joined them for a pull on the bong. Ryan had been sitting on the arm of the sofa watching the flick. He never even tried to hide his excited state that stretched the smallish tight briefs to a gap just enough for Adam to see the mat of black pubic hair. Ryan appeared to be older, perhaps fifteen. He was muscular, golden skinned, with well defined abs and pecs topped with perky raisin-size nipples. Adam felt it wouldn’t be long before Ryan’s chest was matted with hair as were his arms and legs.
Mike said, “Who ya been fucking lately, Rye?” Turning to Adam, he added, “Ryan is star quarterback on his school team. Has girls coming out his ying-yang. Brings them here to fuck, — even shares sometimes.”
“Any one of them I want, dude!” he replied, then looked at Adam and laughed, arm gesture circling the room for emphasis, “Got most of these twirps laid out of the kindness of my heart.”
Mike laughed, “Yes, he has done that, I must admit. — Skanks — keeps the good ones for himself.”
“Not skanks, you idiot! — Used goods. One man’s junk is another man’s treasure! I didn’t see you complaining gang-banging Margie Simpson a few weeks ago.” Ryan exposed his hard-cock and large balls, and said, “They’ll do anything to get this mother-fucker in them!”
Adam felt a great relief. The guys were talking girls. Maybe his rather presumptuous suspicions had been wrong after all. Adam had never seen another guy erect, and Ryan’s display was impressive, yet somewhat intimidating in the fact that his own cock didn’t measure up by a long shot in comparison. The pot was taking him to his carefree zone and he stared at the menacing veiny uncut cock, the purple head turtling in and out of the foreskin Ryan was inducing by way of his gentle strokes.
Adam was stunned when Mike reached to take hold of Ryan’s manhood, and even more perturbed hearing the teen say, “Yeah, but you admit that girls don’t suck cock as good as us guys do!”
Adam thought about running to gather his clothes from the greenhouse and make a quick exodus on his bicycle, far away from the strange environment he found himself in. Where the hell was John, anyway? The answer to that question walked into the room stark naked along with the man behind him.
The other boys strangely high-fived John as he walked past them; some kind of collective silent secret emanated. John found his friend, gawking at his nudity with a confused look about him. “Hey, dude! See yer fitting in with Ryan and Mike.” Each high-fived him, Mike’s hand still wrapped around Kyle’s dick that John didn’t seem to notice… or ignored.
John asked, “Have ya been in the pool yet? I need a dip.” he reached into a bowl of what Adam thought was mints, plunked one into his mouth and shoved another between Adam’s lips. Adam discovered the bowl was not candy, as the bitter pill dissolved in his mouth.
Adam saw refuge in his friend’s subtle invite and scampered behind, watching yet another naked ass lead the way. He had never seen John naked in all the years they had known each other. When John stopped at the pool and looked down at Adam — still clad in underwear — the message was clear, the pot giving him a sense of well being, he dropped his boxer-briefs and dove into the water, with John among the other naked boys involved in a game of joust, — guys atop another’s shoulder vying to knock the opponent from his perch into the water.
Adam was soon atop John, joining in the fun. Four couples competed, manhandling each other, pulling, bear-hugging for supremacy, while their rides battled to help bring the other down. Exhaustion soon set in and boys pummeled into the water, John and Adam the winners. John, tilted sideways, pushed Adam's knees and watched him splash, only to come up coughing and choking.
The teens all lay on the deck, with their legs dangling in the water, trying to catch their breaths. Ron showed up, hovering above them with beer for everyone. Adam looked up and saw the male anatomy from a different viewing perspective. He realized that he himself was fully exposed and hadn’t hand-covered his genitals. He felt at ease, uncaring, one of the guys. Propped on his elbows, he admired the beauty around him, as well as the man serving them beer. He was cool with it all, a feeling of camaraderie, naturalism, even kinda turned on by it all in some weird way.
to be continued . . .
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