Chapter Two 

Rick didn’t spend the night with me, but vowed to get me a bigger bed for the future when he would stay and cuddle me. Especially after we broke mine two nights later when he fucked me for the first time. I digress.

Breakfast was casual as usual.. Rick ruffled my hair and walked by me naked to get an orange juice. Mom had on a see-through negligee and prepared coffee. The adult conversation was casual as I read my comic book, they discussed Rick’s inability to go trucking because of some labor strike that prevented him from picking up his load and wouldn’t be able in the very near future. Mom excitedly talked of her wedding, who she would invite, and all the work that had to be done to arrange it. Rick told her to forget it, they would be married by a Justice of The Peace, no frills.

He nonchalantly stood beside me and told her she could however, throw a reception afterward. He leaned over and dropped his long cock into my ‘Cheerios’ cereal. Little round ‘Os’ stuck to his manhood as he brought his schlong up to my mouth. I thought it was funny and giggled, opened wide to suck the milk and cereal from it. My mother saw, but made no move to stop him from doing it several times, his cock firmer each time. He told mom that we would get a bigger place, a house somewhere nearby so that I wouldn't have to change schools.

By the time I ate the last scoop of ‘Cheerios’ and milk, his spiderweb veiny cock was pointing straight up making the task of redunking it in the bowl next to impossible. The fun was over and he turned away to face my mother and that was that. I watched it deflate as he leaned on the countertop telling mom that I was going to be his best man. She kissed him passionately. I didn’t know what a best man was, but the words sounded very important, nonetheless. I gloated.

That day I gave him a blowjob twice. Once when he told me to join him for a shower after his breakfast, the next in my bed late that night after he sucked me into oblivion, the experience all the more rewarding knowing what was happening to me and comfortable with it.

The night of the bed breakdown, he had me on all fours atop some pillows.. Despite what I thought was pretty gross, his tongue felt really nice on my bum hole after a while, even his hands painfully spreading my cheeks wide was soon forgotten. Rick had not slept with my mother beforehand, after we all watched TV he came into my room and undressed, leaving mom to go to bed alone for the time being.

What followed next, I didn’t expect and it took me several moments to figure out that he was forcing his cock into my bum telling me to relax over and over, that he was taking my virginity whether I liked it or not, but the less I resisted the easy it would be for me.

With my head butted against the wall and the bed flush to the left wall, escape was limited with him kneeling behind me and his right arm around my waist preventing movement. I screamed bloody murder to no avail. My mother would have been laying in the bed next door and listening to my pleas to have him stop and take it out.

When Rick’s brisly public hair was felt flush against the tender skin of my bottom, I knew that he wouldn’t be forcing himself any farther. During a timeout that allowed me to adjust to the girth inside me, Rick told me I was doing a great job and reassured that the pain would subside and it would start to feel nice.

I didn’t want to call him a liar, but when he began to pull back a little way and thrust forward, it would hurt every bit and more as his retractions lengthened and velocity increased until he was pounding me with great rhythm and speed. I didn’t cry and complaining would have been futile. I wouldn’t say that I wasn’t vocal, all my learned schoolyard slang spat from my mouth but I had a feeling my mother wasn’t going to reprimand me for it. After a while I grew numb to it all, the only thing I could feel was my head pounding the wall. That's when the wooden frame of the small mates-bed collapsed around us and spilled us onto the floor. Rick never missed a beat and finally I heard his intake of breath and knew it would soon be over.

I think the clatter was what brought my mother to investigate. She looked on at the last stages of her son being molested by the man she was going to marry at any expense. She pointed and laughed at the heap of wood and what used to be the bottom drawers spilling my rolled socks and underwear.

The fuckings got easier to take as the days progressed and twice he allowed me to fuck him, a goodwill gesture to give me confidence and, I’m sure, make my mother feel that he wasn’t taking full advantage of me. I would hear the pillow talk, Rick held nothing back regarding my progress and how happy he was to have her and me make his life complete.

Rick gave up his long distance trucking contract and took on local cartage work to be home every night with his new family. We moved into a house with a yard that my mother slaved and toiled to make a nice garden with flowers everywhere.

They were married there with a few friends and relatives witnessing the event. I was indeed best-man and also did double duty of giving the bride away. I gave Rick a blowjob before we were dressed into our matching tuxedos, he claimed he needed it to ease his frazzled nerves. If the elderly minister had any reservations about a grown man and young boy standing naked together in an embrace, he never said a word. Luckily he didn’t walk in seconds earlier to the sight of me on my knees, it might have given him a coronary. Verifying with Rick that everything was on schedule, he turned and walked out. We laughed at the close call.

I turned eleven a few months after their wedding and together, we discovered that I could shoot droplets of clear liquid. It was cause for celebration, I was proud as punch. I also enjoyed getting fucked by then.

Life was rosy at first until Rick started spending more nights in my bed than his own, or wandering back too tired to have sex with mom.

Animosity grew between my mother and me. She was competing for her husband's attention with that of her young son. The night she finally had a melt down about it, Rick retaliated by calmly reminding her of her lengthy  stubborn attitude about the three of us sharing a bed and each other every night. Rick had often told me that one day I would be fucking my mother as he had fucked his throughout his younger years.

I formed the opinion that that behaviour was normal within families, having no other information to the contrary with Rick drumming it into my head and began to think of my mother as the one selfishly refusing to unify her family, therefore she mustn't have loved me.

One night Rick and mom came home from the bar a little tipsy and all lovey dovey. I was laying on the floor watching TV in the living room in my underwear. They began to grope each other while kissing passionately. Mom broke free to use the bathroom and Rick knelt beside me and told me to swallow a little white pill that he claimed would give me a great feeling and really heighten my desire for sex.

When mother returned she was naked and fell to the floor atop Rick who began undressing in a heated frenzy tossing his clothes everywhere. I was about to watch them have sex, something I hadn’t seen in months.

I became light headed and everything became sedate and beautiful. My mother was kneeling between Rick’s legs giving him a sensuous blowjob. I didn’t hesitate when he instructed me to help her please him. Mother and son shared Rick’s cock that seemed even bigger than I remembered it. We took turns licking his balls as the other sucked. A few times we each took a side of his shaft, our lips meeting to glide up and down over it heavily slick with saliva. The feeling was loving and carefree, without urgency.

Rick disrupted the intimacy to lay me on my back and remove my underwear. He was quite pleased to see me excited, smiled at my mother and commented, “Didn’t I tell ya that the kid had a decent sized cock, Katie? It’s beautiful, isn’t it?”

Mother was all smiles, she appeared truly proud that her son measured up and said softly, “He’s almost as big as his cousin, Mike, already”

Rick went down on me and waved her over. Together they licked and slurped, kissed each other with my knob between their lips, tongues over tongues and lapping my sensitive head in the process.

I lost my second virginity, the hetero one, in their bed under Rick’s careful guidance and a finger up my bum tantalizing that mystery spot that he had introduced some time ago when he blew me. That was the night I came for the first time. Rick explained the prostate gland, and that was how farmers collected semen from male animals for artificial insemination into females.

Life was back the way it was in no time. Mom was content after accepting her role of sexually satisfying both the men in her life. Where Rick lacked in stamina I made up for in youthful longevity fucking her for long periods of time and giving her multiple orgasms. She claimed she liked my smaller dick as much as she liked her nephews, and that size had nothing to do with pleasing a woman, it was all about how a guy used it and Rick did a great job teaching me the finer details.

The older I got, the greater the girth, and that was happening at amazing spurts of development. By the time I was thirteen I had a near man-size woman pleaser. My orgasms had also became more intense and voluminous. I was very proud of my masculinity. Sometimes I would drive my bike home at lunch hour feeling the urge for a blowjob, or after school in need of a fuck. Mother was always obliging. I think I was the only adolescent boy in middle school who never had to jerk off. Rick maintained that masterbation only caused a lad a false ideal of sensation and hence, expectations and disappointment we he learned that a blowjob or a pussy could never be as tight as his fist.

Unless one or the other was not in the mood or ill or menstruating, the other two would carry on. I never stopped loving Rick’s cock, both orally and annally. My favorite three way position was me fucking mom and Rick screwing me, or sometimes we would switch and I would fuck Rick.

First year middle school saw the scrawny, awkward and shy boy grow to have a fine physique.Taking a fancy for and excelling at sports, I became self-confident and very popular with the guys and was considered good looking by girls. My grades were always top of the class in every subject. Where some boys would cower with anxious modesty in the mandatory  communal showers, I sauntered around like a peacock unashamed, knowing that I had the edge of being farther along than most thirteen year-old boys. I noticed many fleeting glances or downright ogles.

It wasn’t long before I developed a core group of friends. I prefered the unaggressive type, non athletic and underdeveloped physically lads to make my close friends. Danny, Davey and Doug, the 3Ds my mother referred to them as. We quickly became inseparable, I evolved as the unofficial leader of the pack, I could have easily hooked up with the older, “in” crowd where I would have certainly been a peon.

Almost immediately, Rick began pressuring me to seduce the 3Ds into homosex. I was already content with the sex I was having, and Rick noted and appreciated that fact. However, he claimed that I should also experience sex with guys my own age. going as far to say that as a best friend and quasi leader, I had an obligation to show them what I was so fortunate to learn much earlier in life, and that he would help the process along and reap the rewards himself.

I couldn’t deny that logic, I had no regrets about any of past. My mother was no help, she encouraged Rick’s advice even going as far to giggle and say that she would bed any one of the cute 3Ds! Sure as hell, Rick had already brought that possibility of events to her attention and convinced her.

I felt pressured by my pedohhile parents to supply them with boys to feed their perverted carnal lusts. Rick reminded me that he shared his mother with his best friends, a teen’s unselfish obligation to his buds especially if he has the ways and means of getting them laid in a manner at his disposal.

There was a small makeshift bedroom in the loft of our garage. Rick used to laugh and say that the previous owner must have threw it together instead of being subjected to the doghouse by his old lady. It became our clubhouse, a central location where the boys could always be assured to find each other. They all lived a fair distance apart, but no farther than a bicycle couldn’t travel beyond their school.

Sex was always the main topic of discussion when the 3Ds got together and they were truly awed by the depth of my unquestioned knowledge. I could describe the awesome feel of a blowjob, and earth shattering mature orgasm and the inner sanctum of a vagina and the tender nibbling of a nipple. They wanted to know what a pussy smelled and tasted like, I was honest and said it was awful, but a guy had to endure licking clit as it drove women crazy with passion and lubricated the pussy for fucking. I stressed that most women didn’t like giving blowjobs, and very few that did gave it much effort. I even went out on a limb to say that guys give much better head but skipped over it without elaboration onto another subject before anyone could question the morals of it.

The same questions were asked over and over, they never tired of hearing me reiterate. Not one of them doubted my experience and soon gave up pressuring me to reveal my secrets.

Each of the 3Ds were in my gym class, so I already knew that Danny was hairless, a late bloomer with a small circumcised dick. He claimed he could cum a little bit, but I doubted it, he was only trying to save face. Davey had a tuft of black at the base of his slender cut two inches, and Doug was the furthest along with a small dirty blonde bush over his somewhat thick three inches with prominent foreskin and sported a very obvious display of plump balls.

Like me, Doug had no modesty hangups, but the other two boys hardly ever removed their hands from their crotches, resulting in a prolonged gathering of personal intel about my friends, capturing momentary glimpses to form their final profiles. It wasn’t that I was sexually interested, it was more of a boyhood thing of checking each other out, and I saw plenty of others doing it. When asked, Rick claimed it was an inherent  male trait from the dark ages when men measured their virility and superior status above their peers by genitalia. A pecking order, and thats why I showed off my good graces among my peers. He was very right, I did feel superior, especially so among the 3Ds.

If I was going to succeed in seducing my friends, it would have to be done individually, one on one. According to Rick, there would be a great deal of apprehension and intimidation if I went about it in a group environment. He suggested I start with Doug, the most sexually mature and assuredly horniest of the three. In order not to hurt the others feelings, I told them that my parents only allowed one boy to sleep over at a time. Doug was nothing but elated that I asked him over first.

Rick supplied me with ample porno magazines to set the mood. Many depicted men with men in orgies with women. We sat on the bed in our underwear facing each other and perused the smut, commenting at certain pics each favored. I got brave and pointed out a guy with a really nice body and cock. Doug looked over at it and agreed without the slightest hint of shock of my selection of pics.

We were both erect and tenting our undies. It wasn’t the porn that aroused me, I found the seduction of him very appealing and erotic. When I slipped my hand under my waistband, Doug noticed and didn’t hesitate to do the same, each appearing to be absorbed in the magazine in front of him. However, I caught him looking at my hidden hand playing with myself a few times.

“Hey, we’re buds, right?” I blurted, “Let’s lose the underwear and jerk off, --no big deal! Right?” Without waiting for his reply, I was tossing my ‘Hanes’ boxer briefs to the floor and stroking my six-incher.

“What the fuck!” he exclaimed, peeling off his ‘Fruit of the Loom’ briefs and discarding them in the same general direction as mine. “That’s better!”

His cock wasn’t as long as mine, perhaps 5 inches, but as thick. His purplish knob was like a turtle’s head peeking out of its shell. I wanted to taste that exhibit of manliness and lick those heavy strawberry sized testis hanging down and splayed wide resting on the bed. It was the first time I had been sexually attracted to another boy. I had a distinct feeling that Doug and I were going to become fuck buddies, maybe boyfriends over and above Danny and Davey if I ever did go ahead and recruit them. There was a sexual aura that surrounded us, indescribable, eerie. We both knew what fate had in store for us that night.

The rest of Rick’s well planned out scheme wouldn’t be needed. I knew that I had to make the first move risking my integrity and reached over to secure his radiant warmth in my hand, my body followed by reflex, not really thinking about it. Pulling down his thin sheath, I took him in my mouth.

Doug fell back with his shoulders and head against the wall with a plunk.. My queue to continue, swiping the porn mags aside from under my belly, they wouldn’t be needed any longer, and settled in to make love to him as I had been taught so well over the years, leaving nothing out of my developed technique.

Doug’s cock tasted so much different than Rick. Whereas Rick’s was metallic, Doug’s had a hint of salt. Who knew that the taste of skin could vary in flavor? His hairless scrotum was naturally smooth on my tongue, unlike Rick’s artificially shaven ones. I kept the pleasure to the max fearing he would suddenly come to his senses and push me away in shame, something that Rick warned me could happen before, if not after orgasm.

I pushed the pendulum and without chancing even a second of extracting his cock from my mouth, I used my hands to guide his frame down to a laying position on his side and arranged the docile lower legs to stretch. Positioning us in a sixtynine, I held my breath.

Doug took hold of my cock, felt it, examined it and gingerly placed it on his lips building up the courage to take the plunge. Rick called it the moment of truth, a fine line between being a long term threat to one's masculine dignity and refusing, or allowing himself to give in to his desires and possibly face the self-abasement later; thirdly, and hopefully, enjoying the intimacy with another guy with no hangups about it later. I prayed that Doug would gamble at the roulette wheel and land on number three.

I didn’t want him to cum -- I mean I did want him to cum, but not too quickly to jeopardize his hairline decision process. I eased up on his cock and toyed with his jewels. My silent subtle message that the ball was in his court. When I felt the warmth of his breath milliseconds before the moistness of his mouth, I breathed a sigh of relief, not even daring to correct him in keeping his grazing teeth at bay, there would be plenty of time to fine tune his skill. I realized at that moment that I was only thirteen, sexuallized well beyond my years.

Regardless of what I wished and the effort to prolong it, Doug came. He was exaggerating when he once claimed to us guys that he could fill a one-ounce bar style shot-glass with his sperm, but he wasn’t far off in his ego bolstering white-lie.

My taste buds were quick to detect a sweetness, not sugar or chocolate kinda sweet, by far, more like a snot tasting sweet, even the same texture if you got right down to it. “Cock snot!” I chuckled to myself. It was not unpleasant by far. Perhaps Doug was expecting me to be revolted. Instead, I did the opposite and kept sucking for more of it and swallowed all in lip-smacking satisfaction.

Not wanting him to have the edge that may lessen his opinion of my status, and just in case he got bored blowing me and called it quits before I reached orgasm, I jerked off with the head of cock lodged between his lips and teeth and came in his mouth, my hand at the back of head for restrained encouragement. He surprised me by swallowing the load when I fully expected that he would spit it out in disgust.

Doug slumped back and said, “Dude, that was awesome. --Kinda weird, but awesome.”

“What are good friends for if they can’t help each other out when they’re horny, . . . why the fuck not? Doesn't mean we’re gay, dude!”

“Yeah, I suppose. No one else has to know, right?”

“No one else WILL know what two bud’s do in private, dude! Our secret. Eating each others cum is like the ultimate blood-brother ritual without having to bleed.” I laughed at my own off the cuff, stupid analogy.

Doug laughed, but agreed. “Kinda like having each other inside us.”

“Special friends forever now!”

We got into a heavy groping session, initiated by me. I wanted to kiss him so bad, but resisted that urge as appearing much to gay, although I was not gay, bi-sexual as Rick said.

By then I was confident that Doug was a player. Moving things along well before schedule, I lubed up his cock and sat on it. The look on his face was priceless, I smiled back and told him to fuck me. If Rick and mom were still awake next door and listening to the bedsprings protest along with the grunts and groans, they would be high-fiving each other. When I heard their headboard slamming the wall, I knew that they knew I had scored.

It was my first time having pillow talk. I couldn’t blame Doug for being curious as to how I knew so much about homosex. The 3Ds were already infatuated with Rick. He would often take the brood for rides in his truck stopping for burgers or pizza or ice cream. One day we all climbed aboard and went to the beach, played football, catch, and frisbee and got our first springtime taste of the sun’s strength far from its summer peak.

He bought for us beer to smuggle away in the clubhouse, once he even supplied us a gram of pot, even rolled it for us, for “Experimental purposes only,” as he put it.  Rick found a decent sized TV somewhere in his travels and somehow spliced into our household cable tv and ran it to the garage.

Yup, I had the coolest dad in the world in their eyes. Little did I know then that he was setting the stage, planting the seeds to one day harvest and reap the rewards.

All I would say to end his curiosity is that, not unlike like what we did, and expected of each other, I would never rat out that person. I did divulge that someone special taught me to be open minded about sex, and if I was, I would never go without it. Sex was fun and it had no boundaries of gender or age unless a person put up his own barricades. (Rick’s words of the wise, of course) -- That seemed to appease Doug and instilled a sense of confidentiality between us.

I woke up to an unsolicited blowjob. What could be better than that? I had done my job well, never even having to introduce the ecstasy tablets that Rick had provided.

to be continued . . .

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