Date: Sat, 23 Apr 2005 20:42:39 -0700 (PDT) From: tag michaels Subject: The House This is yet another story of boys sexing it up with an adult male. There is no shred of truth to the story as far as I know. The idea came to me early one morning as I lay in bed thinking about getting up. It's that simple. Needless to say if you are underage you shouldn't be reading this stuff. It might give you ideas. Chapter I I don't exactly know how it started. Well, no that's not true, I do know how it started. I guess it's just that it went from a small little act of helping out a friend to what it was now, a full blown, full on boy orgy that on any given night could number anywhere from two to two dozen participants. So, where to start this tale? I guess, at the beginning, as if there really were such a thing, because actually I think that there are two beginnings. The first is that I inherited this nice sized older home from my aunt when she passed away. Actually it was a large home. When it was built, the house had been part of a high-end neighborhood outside the city limits, all of the houses sitting on huge lots or, more often, on acres of land. By the time I'd gotten it, the city had grown around the entire area and many of its' neighboring homes were being turned into low impact businesses like real estate agencies, a doctor, dentist or an accountant's office, antique store, that sort of thing. So, the small hedge that had been planted forty years or so before was now a huge thick hedge that was kept at twelve feet tall and almost completely enclosed the acre of land that my house sat on. Most of the trees on the street had been kept but the huge Elms and oaks on my property were truly a sight to behold. There was a small one-bedroom apartment on top of the three-car garage at the back of the property and that is where I opened my little business, a shop that dealt in skateboards, rollerblades, and roller skates. I sold new products and parts, safety equipment and performed minor surgery on equipment that got broken. I also had a small line of skater clothing and shoes, decals, patches, magazines, videos and the like. Along with the house, my aunt had left me enough money so that I didn't need the business to support me, although it did amazingly well. It's said that the best thing for a business is location; location, location and I had a good one. As the city expanded and new housing developments developed, so did the need for schools so a middle & high school were built about a mile from the house. Along with schools and houses come parks and recreation and the city did my aunt good on that count. They bought a huge tract of land from her (which is part of the reason why I didn't have to work) that sat behind the house and built a city park on it. When the park had been built it had all the obligatory park stuff but in the past two years the tennis courts had fallen into disrepair and the city felt that a skate park was needed more than tennis courts so built a state of the art skate park on that corner. Of course that meant lots of boys coming and going, and on occasion, staying past working hours. Needless to say I became friends with literally hundreds of boys. It wasn't uncommon to have ten or twelve at a time hanging out in the shop. Of course I had clear rules. No substances of any kind on the property, including tobacco products. The shop was off limits to anyone under eighteen until two thirty on school days and more than once a boy sat in the park across what used to be an alley waiting until that magic hour, or half hour as the case may be, before he came over to say hey and shove some quarters in the soda machine for a cold drink. That fucking machine made a ton of money I don't mind telling you. With all that testosterone coming and going it wasn't difficult finding boys to play with, especially since I left boy bait lying around. Along with the skater mags were some copies of XY Magazine. Some of the "all boy" boys made negative comments about it and I was very clear that sexual orientation persecution, along with any other biases, had no place in my shop. A huge sign that said "Racists, Sexists, & Homophobes Can Shop Elsewhere" drove the point home. I also had other little hints lying about, like little decals with rainbows on them and the like. I even had a couple of shirts that said "I Like Boys" on the back. You'd be surprised how many straight boys were willing to wear them just for the shock value. As for me, I was definitely a straight acting guy but could camp it up if necessary, and did so often, just to keep every one on their toes. I knew I was gay by age thirteen, had a lover when I was fourteen who was ten years older than me. When I opened the shop I was twenty-six but looked eighteen. Five foot ten and one sixty-five, I was slender but defined nicely enough, and that is, I had a thirty-two inch waist and a terrific firm butt. My hair was blonde and spiky, my eyes were a glacial blue and surrounded by thick lashes and brows, while an orthodontist at an early age had given me perfectly straight teeth and genetics kept them white. My face, along with most of my body, was fairly smooth and necessitated a shave about once every four says or so. My cock developed early however and my twenty four year old lover never ceased to love having all eight and three quarters circumcised inches of it shoved up his ass. Along with its length came thickness, and my balls were big enough to easily fill a young teenage boy's hand. And they often did. That was the first beginning. So, on to beginning number two. There had been a fourteen-year-old boy that I'd bedded on a steady basis for a month or so who moved on from his early education with me to finding boys his own age to play with. Needless to say I always encouraged the boys I spent time with to do that, knowing from the get go that was the way of things. So, one night after locking the shop and heading down the stairs that gave access to it, I found Eric lurking alongside the hedge, obviously waiting for me. After the basic greeting he got around to asking what he wanted. "So, Kevin, I wonder if you could do me a huge favor dude." The favor was that he and a boy he was seeing wanted to have sex and they didn't really have a place to do it in and he wanted to use my house. I pretended to have to think it over when the reality was that I didn't mind. Eric was a good kid and wouldn't have asked unless it was necessary. Of course, can sex for a fourteen-year old really be considered to be necessary? Well fuck yes it can. "Please Kevin, it would mean a lot. Hey, you could watch us if you wanted to, maybe Curtis wouldn't mind if you even joined us." Now there was some food for thought and although it had an appealing ring to it I would never use that for leverage. "Sure you guys can come over and no, I'm not saying that so I can be any part of it either. You know the rules though, no alcohol or drugs." He nodded his head then gave me a hug and a kiss, said he'd see me in about an hour or so and took off. I went through my security gate into the back yard then over to the kennel to let Snip, Snap and Snur out to romp. They were the three Harlequin Great Danes that I had inherited with the house two years before. They were little more than six months old at the time, gangling teenager dogs, and now were full grown, the two males each weighing in at about a hundred and sixty pounds, give or take, while the female was a more demure one twenty. Young adults, they were still rambunctious and playful and, although not the brightest of dogs, were still a hell of a lot of fun not to mention great watchdogs. Well-trained and not prone to excessive outbursts, their very deep bass bark and growl would deter even the bravest trespassers and they were allowed to roam the grounds at night to do just that. So, I played with the dogs a while then went in to grab a quick bite and a shower before my guests arrived. Little more than an hour and a half later the dinger at my front gate went off and I buzzed them in, opening the front door as they approached it. Needless to say the dogs were quite interested in the new boy, who must have been forewarned by Eric since he seemed pretty calm, but they were just as glad to see Eric, whom they knew. In my experience, I've not found red heads to be particularly attractive but generally more on the plain side, the usual mop of flame at the top of their heads a contrast to the equally usual pasty whiteness of their skin. That was not the case for the boy standing next to Eric when I opened the door. Equal to Eric's five feet six inch slender frame, the freckle-faced boy that greeted me was indeed a cutie. His flaming red hair was cut in a short spiky do and while his skin tone was white, it wasn't pasty, but provided a nice contrast to Eric's more southern European type of slightly olive complexion. The smile he presented to me enhanced his smooth, blemish free face and the tiny chip at the corner of one of his front teeth lent the notion that he might be a pretty active boy, perhaps even a bit on the mischievous side. Above all that, his eyes were stunning, a pair of emerald green stones set into his cute face. "This is Curtis," Eric said by way of introduction as the boy in question extended a hand whose fingers were long and tapered. Perfect for guitar or piano. "This is Kevin." "Hey Curtis, welcome to my home," I said, shaking his hand and standing aside to wave the boys in and keep the dogs out, for while the dogs were house trained, they were also quite curious and prone to intervene in human activities. Eric immediately kicked his shoes off in the foyer and Curtis did the same then we all walked into the living room, easily the largest room in the house. About forty by twenty feet, the fifty two inch television screen at one end of the room was overshadowed by the huge fireplace and built in shelves that took up the entire forty four foot length of interior wall of the room. Pieces of early American pottery from Franciscan/Gladding McBean, Pacific Pottery, Fiesta and other California pottery manufacturers were scattered hither and yon among the hundreds of books and photos that filled the shelves. The bright colors of the pottery competed with photos of my aunt and uncle and scenery that had been taken all over the world. My uncle had been a big shot with one of the major oil companies all of his life and as such he traveled a great deal, my aunt joining him after their only son had been killed in Viet Nam in nineteen sixty eight. Scattered in nice arrangements throughout the room were sofas, armchairs, and lamps on some of the, tables, said tables being of varying sizes and shapes. Many of the pieces were high quality antiques often from various places around the globe. From the fifteen foot ceiling hung two magnificent crystal chandeliers, spaced so that the distance between them and the walls at each end of the room was perfectly equal. "Wow, nice room," Curtis said, surprising me that one so young would have an appreciation of such things. "So, what do you have in mind Eric?" I asked. He smiled rather sheepishly and said that they had a video they wanted to watch and would that be okay. I said that was fine and that I would find something to occupy my time elsewhere in the house. "Oh no, don't do that," Curtis piped up. "Don't leave cuz of us. Why don't you watch it with us." Eric agreed with his cute young friend and I pushed any thoughts of intruding on their privacy out of my mind. We walked over to where the TV lurked like a modernistic ogre against the wall and the boys perched on the twelve-foot long leather sofa that sat fifteen feet away from the huge screen. Once everything was turned on and running, I chose to sit in an armchair that flanked the sofa and offered a terrific view of both the TV and whatever action was going to take place on the sofa barely six feet away from. While I had been with plenty of boys, this would the first time that I would actually sit and watch two boys together, assuming that they did anything. As if Eric would allow them to NOT do anything and if they did, NOT allow me to participate. The film started as they usually do with a thin and stupid plot and within five minutes cocks were out, within eight minutes cocks were being sucked and in ten minutes the two twinky models were naked, their hard cocks and shaved balls larger than life on the screen. Both boys were rubbing at the front of their pants and by God so was I, although my hard cock was due more to the boys than the guys on the screen. I could tell from the corner of my eye that Curtis was watching me as well as Eric, following our moves, so that when Eric undid his pants and opened them up, the young redhead did the same. I was ready to strip my clothes off but I was following Eric's moves as well so within moments, my own pants were open and I was fondling the stiff flesh residing inside my boxers. "Man I want to just be naked," Eric finally said. "Is that okay with you Kevin?" "It's your show sweetie, you do what you want to do." With that the dark haired boy stood up, tugging his t- shirt off as he went and once upright and stable, he pushed his jeans and underwear down and then off, allowing almost six inches of rock hard teenage boy cock to pop out like the weasel in a musical toy box. "Come you guys," he said, turning all the way around and exhibiting a deliciously round and slender butt along with the rest of his wares, causing me to notice that he hadn't grown much in the 2 months or so since the last time we'd sucked each other off. Eric's encouragement dispelled any doubt that he was willing to have me be involved with them so I stood up and proceeded to remove my clothes as well and Curtis, not having a whole lot of choice, did the same, albeit slower than I did. Of course he was sort of concentrating on me and when I finally dropped my lower garments and nine inches of cock stood out, he almost gasped. Curtis peeled his shirt off, showing us a smooth, nicely defined chest and flat boy's tummy and a moment later his bottom half was naked, showing off his boyhood pride and joy. And it was interesting to say the least. I had never seen pubic hair the color of Curtis' before. A strawberry blonde or ginger color, it was a nice patch of fuzz that sat at the base of his cock, and I hadn't seen a cock quite like his before either. Not quite as long as Eric's, the thing was fat as all hell, probably as thick as mine. Overall it reminded me of a little fireplug without the arms, big blue veins clearly visible underneath the pale flesh. His large balls hung loosely in a smooth hairless bag, one below the other, and I could see a few freckles there as well. I wondered for a moment how that fat thing would feel inside my ass. Eric immediately got to his knees in front of the boy and pulled the fat sausage downward then placed his mouth over it and began sucking him. Curtis closed his eyes and moaned softly as Eric suckled him, one hand cupping the heavy nuts and the other holding onto the thick shaft. "Can I hold on your cock Kevin?" the carrot topped boy asked, my response being to move next to him. "Fuck its so big," he commented as he wrapped his hand around it and squeezed up and down the length gently. For my part, I reached out and started doing the same thing to his butt cheek, allowing my fingers to trail into the crack a little bit as I kneaded his flesh. Eric took his mouth from Curtis and, turning his head slightly, took my cock head into his mouth and sucked on me for a short bit while I grasped onto Curtis' cock and gave him a squeeze. The thing was thick, that was for damned sure, and the circumcised head was no small thing either. Eric finally stood up saying that his mouth was getting sore, moving his lower jaw from side to side for emphasis. "May I," I asked, nodding toward the stubby cock in my hand and its owner nodded his head. I stepped in front of him, knelt down and took the thing into my mouth, surprised immediately at how much it filled me up. I cupped and tugged on his balls while I suckled him and in less than a minute he was moaning that he was gonna cum so I stopped and stood up. "Is anybody really watching this video?" I asked the boys and they both shook their head no. "So, Eric, you wanna go upstairs to my bedroom then?" He asked Curtis if that was okay with him and of course the hot young thing was more that "up" for it so I led off, the boys trailing me back into the foyer and up the grand staircase to the second floor, where we turned right and walked twenty feet then went through the arched double doorway into the master suite. We went straight to my king sized bed where, as soon as Eric lay down, Curtis lowered himself and took his friends cock into his mouth. Holding onto the shaft, Curtis bobbed up and down on Eric's stiffened cock, clearly showing me that he'd been down that road before, and possibly down that cock. He was kneeling so his ass was in the air and his nuts hung right there in the open like fruit in a tree for me so I went over and gently cupped and fondled them for a few moments before moving and, kneeling next to Eric's head, pushed my cock down toward his mouth. He took it eagerly, swallowing the head and a few inches of the shaft, low purring sounds emitting from his throat as he suckled me. "Did you shower before we got here Kevin," he finally asked and when I nodded my head yes, he motioned for me to straddle his face. I did so, placing the foot of the straddling leg flat on the bed next to his head, while I knelt on the other leg. I pulled my cheek open for him and felt his tongue touch the wrinkled flesh. Curtis' mouth must have gotten sore because he stopped what he was doing to watch Eric lick at my hole and my heavy balls hanging above his face. "Man that looks hot," Curtis said. "I never done that before. I told him to come in front of me, which he did, then I took hold of his cock and stroked on it. I put my other hand on his shoulder and encouraged his face to come close to mine. He knew what was coming and didn't fight it at all but leaned in and placed his soft lips against mine in a gentle kiss. He pulled away, looked into my eyes, then returned to my mouth, this time kissing with some force and adding his tongue to the action. "Okay, I'm done," Eric said as he slid out from underneath me and joined me and Curtis kneeling on the bed. I broke from Curtis and began kissing Eric who went straight into an open mouth tongue battling thing. I felt Curtis move and in moments left his warm mouth as it engulphed my cock head and suckled for a few moments before returning to the kneeling position, his hand still stroking my cock. Curtis and Eric started kissing so I got down and started sucking on Curtis' fat cock again. I cupped his balls and squeezed gently as I sucked and stroked him and in no time he was saying that he was going to cum. I stopped sucking him but kept stroking as I turned my attention to Eric's rock hard cock and took it into my mouth and gave him the same attention that I've given Curtis, who was moaning loudly above me. "Fuck its there its there," Curtis groaned out and I turned just in time to get a shot of his sperm right on my cheek. I kept stroking and the fireplug in my hand kept discharging, jet after jet of ropey warm cum. I opened my mouth and managed to get a couple of shots inside but the others went to my nose, chin, and neck. The fucking kid made a hell of a lot of juice for a fourteen year old. He finally slowed to a dribble and I took the head into my mouth and cleaned it off for about three seconds before he was giggling and pushing my head away. I turned to Eric's cock and went back to sucking. The boy had been jacking off while Curtis was shooting so managed to get himself to his peak. I had no more gotten his cock head into my mouth when he said the he was gonna cum too. I back off while he jacked off and seconds later was honored with another glob of warm boy sperm, this one in my eyebrow. The second one hit square on the bridge of my nose and the next one onto my half opened lips. I really enjoyed getting a facial, loved the feeling of boy cum being splattered all over my face. Eric knew that and continued to jack off, directing his spray wherever he could. Eric also knew how I liked to end such a session and as soon as his cock stopped leaking he wiped a huge amount of the goo from my face and went straight to my cock head and began to jack me off, massing just the swollen head with their sperm. I managed to roll onto my back and while he was taking me higher my tongue snaked out and licked up as much boy cum as it could reach. Since Curtis was still kneeling by my head I cupped and fondled his fat balls while I cleaned my self and Eric jacked myself. And then I was there too. "Off the head Eric, off the head," I whispered as the tingling roared up my shaft. The boy got his hand out of the way just in time as my dick began its first eruption in five days. The first jet hit my neck, the second one not much farther from the first and the subsequent five squirts landed from my belly button on up. I finally relaxed onto the bed while Eric slowed his stroking until my cock didn't even dribble. "Fuck that was the hottest thing I ever seen," Curtis said, as Eric stroked me. "Man oh man all that jizz on your face Kevin. Does that feel as hot as it looks? And boy do you make a lot of cum. I know that I do but yours beats mine that's for sure." Clearly the boy enjoyed the session and clearly he had a ton of questions. Eric had finally let go of my cock and I rolled over and off the bed. "I'm gonna go take a shower, back in a second," I said, heading to the master bathroom. I was back out in about 7 minutes and found the boys spread out on the bed in a sixty nine position with Eric on his back and Curtis with his legs straddling Eric's head and his face in Eric's crotch, sucking on the stiff bone he found there. Eric had Curtis' ass pulled down close to him and had the boy's cheeks pried open like an oyster and was licking and slurping the red head's puckered hole. Eric loved to rim and loved being rimmed, a little thing he learned from me. He and I hadn't been lovers all that long but we managed to do just about everything one can do in that short time. He loved to fuck too and if Curtis stayed with him long enough, he'd have his short fat cock buried in Eric's ass in short order. Of course that also meant that Curtis would be taking Eric inside as well but hey, turn about is fair fuck, right? Anyhow, I was wondering just how I was going to fit into this twosome when Curtis moved into an upright position, putting one foot flat like I had in order to give Eric room to breath and to work. Eric was fine with all that; he could eat on an asshole for a half hour at a stretch. I looked the now vacated cock and remembered how it had felt inside me and decided to take advantage of it, since it wasn't being used at the moment. I pulled the lube from the nightstand, poured some on my fingers and slathered my asshole, then took some more and smeared it up and down on Eric's cock. The boy didn't skip a lick but kept right on doin who he was doin knowing full well what was going to happen. I climbed on the bed and straddled his waist facing Curtis, whose eyes had gotten as big as saucers. I reached behind me, grasped onto the slippery boy pole and guided to my hole then slowly sat down. I hadn't had a cock up my ass for at least a month so inserting Eric in there was a bit painful but I relaxed, pushed downward on the muscle and slowly got all of him inside of me. Like Eric, I liked having a cock inside of me. The feeling of being connected to a boy like that was a huge turn on for me so by the time I was fully seated, the pain was being replaced by feelings of pleasure. I reached behind me again and grasped onto his balls, giving them tender little squeezed and tugs before I rose up slightly, pulling about half of him out of me. My hand stayed where it was and I felt around his shaft and then my muscle where he disappeared inside of my body. Fuck I loved how all of that felt. I lowed myself back down and started back up again. Since Curtis was only inches from me, Eric still working underneath him, I reached out and pulled his head to me and engaged him in a wide open mouthed tongue twisting kiss while my free hand went to his cock and stroked it. Not to be out done, Curtis grasped onto mine, which had revived nicely, and stroked me as well. It was difficult to fuck and kiss at the same time so I had to prioritize and backed my head away from the cute young teen and began moving on top of Eric with force. I kept hold of Curtis' thick cock and stroked him as I moved up and down on the pole implanted in my ass. "Use the lube on my cock Curtis," I told him, "and put some on yours too." He did as I asked and we grabbed back onto each others cock. It was readily apparent that the boy's heat level rose considerable, that is, if having his eyes roll back on their sockets is any indication. I began adding sideways motions to my hips, trying for different angles and thus different pressures on the insides of my ass and knowing that it was just a pleasurable for Eric as well. "Christ I'm gonna cum," Curtis groaned and cum he did, splattering his warm sperm all over my belly, my cock and balls. It was going to take a little longer for me and I knew that Eric could last another five minutes so I had Curtis move away as soon as his cumming feelings died off. Once he was off to the side, I had eye contact with Eric and when I held my hands out he knew what I wanted. I held onto his hands and leaned backwards pulling him upright, his cock still stuffed inside of me, until our positions were reversed. Then, maneuvering himself, he got one leg and then the other bend back at the knee so that he was sitting as though back on his haunches. His cock was still inside of me. I lifted my legs and he put his arms underneath them so that they draped across his forearms then he moved up and forward, rolling me backwards so that we were in the classic missionary position. It was quite a little acrobatic feat if I do say so myself. Eric put his hands flat on the bed alongside my shoulders, which of course changed the direction of my asshole so that he was plunging straight down into me. "Okay baby, fuck me good," I told him. And he did. Eric didn't mess around but began pulling out and driving back into me with force, his balls whacking against me each time he bottomed out in me. Curtis was amazed at the whole show, moving around behind us so he could actually see Eric's cock gliding in and out of my asshole. About every fourth or fifth time down, Eric stayed down and moved his ass around in circles or sideways or something before going back out again. The kid was pretty good. "Oh God Eric, fuck me harder baby boy, ram your cock into me, fuck me harder Eric, dump your sperm inside of me, god Eric make me cum," I moaned out at him as I looked into his eyes less that a foot above my face. He was starting to sweat, the little droplets falling into my hair and he fucked on. "I'm getting close Kevin," he finally groaned out, "I'm getting really close. Curtis, grab on his cock and jack him, hurry up." The red headed boy did as Eric asked and grasped onto my cock, stopped, added lube, and went back to it. That pretty well took me on home. "I'm ready to cum too baby, fuck me harder oh god fuck me harder Eric, fuck me harder." You wouldn't have thought he could do that, go faster or harder but he did and began really slamming into me, his balls making an audible sound each time he shoved in. And then we were both there. I felt my sperm blast up my shaft and out onto my belly as Eric groaned out above me. I felt the warmth of his cum as it entered my body and he pressed into me, grinding his ass all over the place, hitting my prostate, creating different pressures and angles for both of us. My asshole twitched and convulsed on his cock and he screamed out that he was cumming again. He slowed his motion, moving in and out of me gently, as though reluctant to stop, which he finally did. He lowered himself onto me and rested there, kissing me gently. "Does that hurt when you do that? What's it like having a cock up your ass like that, man don't your balls hurt when they're whacking against something like?" Curtis seemed to have a thousand questions and not nearly enough time to ask them all. If he had any concerns about his date for the evening fucking someone else, he didn't show, seemingly just happy to be there and be part of the activities. Eric's cock finally softened and squished out of me, much to the dismay of both of us. I really like that afterglow part, just lying there with a freshly spent boy on top of me. He kissed me a last time then rolled off me and onto his back. "I think we both need a shower," he said and I added that we all might as well go take one, so we did, the stall being more than large enough to accommodate the three of us. Afterward we traipsed downstairs to the kitchen to find something to munch on. We ended up sitting in the breakfast nook, still totally naked, eating chocolate chip cookies and milk so cold that there were little slivers of frozen milk in it. We chatted as we munched and I found out that Eric's older brother was back from college for a few weeks and Curtis had and aunt and uncle who were staying with his family for a week or so which is why the boys needed my house for their sexual activities. They just didn't have any place else to go. We finally finished up and the boys decided that they had best get to getting so we went into the living room and they got dressed. I got a kiss from both of them then walked them down to the front gate, still naked I was, and let them out saying we see each other later. Of course the dogs were right there sticking their cold noses into everything including my naked ass so I rough housed with them a little bit, pushing them around and such. They loved to play and of course I should know better than to play naked with four hundred pounds of Great Dane. I ended up getting knocked down onto the grass where all three of them ganged up on me, using their heads and front legs to keep me pinned. It was all fine and good until one of them somehow got between my legs and left a seven and a half inch scratch on my inner thigh that almost got my balls. That signaled the end of that romp and reminded me that I needed to get their nails clipped. Chapter II So that's how it started, that one night where I did a favor for a friend. Thing was, both boys enjoyed the hell out of doing a three way and I'd be a liar if I said that I didn't. Of course Curtis was full of things he wanted to try, not the least of which was shoving his Coke can sized cock up someone's asshole. He was pretty interested in having someone's cock shoved up his ass too. As it turned out he got all of that and more at the gatherings at my house but the short of it was that the basic's were met the following weekend when the two boys asked if they could come over and bring Curtis' cousin. I was a little bit leery of having another boy that I didn't know playing sexy with us but Curtis said that it would be fine. I told him yes, hoping that it would all be fine. When they showed up on Friday night I had to pull Curtis off to the side after he introduced us. "How old is he Curtis, he looks like he's eleven?" The boy in question was short, barely five feet, and if he hit a hundred pounds soaking wet I would have been surprised. Granted he was cute as all get out. Platinum blonde hair, blue eyes and a skin complexion like fine porcelain, and very little boy like, he was a total darling but hell I didn't want to mess around with a preteen. "He's thirteen, honest Kevin," Curtis whispered. "He's just really small for his age. His parents aren't very big people either. He's cool I promise." We rejoined Eric and Kerry, the four of us sitting on the sofa, no one really knowing how to get the thing started then Eric asked if he and Curtis could use my bedroom for a little while and maybe Kerry and I would join them in a little bit. I figured that was a good a suggestion as I could come up with. Clearly everyone was a little bit self conscious about being the first to do something. "You be okay Cuz?" Curtis asked as he and Eric got up and headed toward the foyer and the stairs. "Yeah, I'll be fine," The boy answered in a high girlish voice. He sat on the sofa with his hands in his lap looking like a kid waiting for the dentist or something. I wasn't sure just what to do or even say to the boy. "So, what do you want to do?" He finally asked, his eyes looking into his lap. "I dunno, what do you want to do?" A lame response granted but I'd never done anything with someone so young, or at least young looking and boy did he fucking look young. "I dunno. Curtis said that they were going to have sex or something and maybe I would too, that is if I wanted to. He said it would be okay if I didn't want to though." I nodded my head. "So, do you think that you want to have sex?" He said that he thought so, that he thought it would be fun. "How do you feel about having sex with me then, since it's just us two?" The little boy was quiet a moment then said, "I think that would be okay. Curtis said that you were really cool and fun to be with and." he trailed off. "And what?" I asked. He giggled then said "Well, Curtis said that you had a really big one." That caught me off guard. "I see. And that interests you?" He nodded his head and said Yeah, that interested him. I was still at a loss as how to go about starting this thing. "Have you ever had sex with anyone before?" I asked him and he shook his head no. I asked him if it would be okay if I sort of got things started and if there was anything he was uncomfortable with all he had to do was say so and I would stop. I wasn't going to do anything at all that would hurt him, only make him feel awesome and was all that okay?" He nodded his head and said that was fine, finally looking at me as he said it. He was so cute that he bordered on beautiful. "So, you've never been sexual with anyone before Kerry?" He shook his head and said, no he hadn't. I asked him if there was anything that he thought he'd like to try and he wasn't sure just what I meant, or at least that's what he said. "Well, some boys dream of having their penis sucked or suck on one." I was having trouble even using the slang terms for body parts. "Other boys want to be jacked off, some boys want to see what it's like kissing and being kissed." Do any of those things sound interesting? "They all do," he responded. The kid wasn't helping me much was he? So, I told him to just relax back on the sofa and close his eyes, telling him that he would feel me touching him but not to worry. The little darling closed his eyes and did as I asked. I really felt like kissing him right off the bat. His lips were so red and so perfect and inviting. His t-shirt wasn't tucked into his jeans so I reached up under it and began rubbing gently on his belly, still soft with baby fat, then moving upward to rub on his chest, causing a shiver through his body when I rubbed against his little nipples. A slight smile played on his lips as I explored his upper torso then moved downward to his beltline, letting my fingertips graze underneath the fabric until my nails were covered then moving back out. I rubbed back and forth, from rib cage to ribcage while my fingertips moved in and out underneath the waistband of his faded Levi's. I wanted to move slowly with the young teen, treating him like a wild animal that I was trying to get to eat out of my hand. My hand moved onto the front of his jeans, moving slowly downward, fingers splayed outward so that no matter which way his young cock was lying, some part of my hand would touch it. I needn't have worried because it was full on hard under his clothing, standing straight up toward his belly button. I rubbed up and down on the rigid lump of flesh and down between his legs, which he'd opened a little more to give me better access. After a couple of minutes playing thusly, my fingers moved to the top button of his jeans and manipulated it open. Fortunately they were well worn, for new jeans most likely would have required two hands and I didn't want to do that. To me, that somehow took away from the sexual intimacy of the situation. But loose the buttons were, and I slowly undid them one my one, my thumb underneath the edge of my hand and rubbing against his rampant little cock through the fabric of his white jockey briefs. I sensed that he was still a little boy, even when I had been rubbing on the outside of his jeans, and once inside I confirmed it. The buttons undone to a one, I pulled the flaps open and laid my hand flat on his hard little cock and rubbed up and down, my fingers curling on the downward movement and cupping his nuts. Kerry's breathing had quickened but when I put my fingertips under the waistband of his underwear and began to lift the fabric away from his body he held it, waiting for the actual moment when my hand touched his firm flesh. I raised the waistband and my entire hand slipped inside his underwear, not touching his skin until the waistband was at my wrist and then I tilted my hand, pulling the fabric completely away and exposing him to me for the first time. He was indeed, a little boy yet. His pale circumcised cock had blue veins running along side the four inch shaft to the wrinkled sac that looked like it was in the beginning stages of dropping, the marble sized sperm makers still held close to his body. I could easily see the rampant little penis throb with each beat of his little heart. Underneath at the base of the shaft was a budding patch of medium brown pubic hairs, and so few of them that had I wanted to I could have counted the still mostly straight strands. "Can I take your jeans off?" I asked quietly and the boy, his eyes still closed, nodded his head. Keeping my hand in his underwear, I moved off of the sofa and with both hands, pulled his jeans and briefs to the floor, allowing his legs to fall more open. I sat back down next to him and gazed at his boyhood pride and joy, remembering when I looked like he did, so proud of my hairs coming in and the changes taking place in my young body, how important that was and what all of that signified to a young boy. I reached out and cupped his balls while my thumb and forefinger took hold of his cock and pulled it upright. I stroked him a few times, slowly and gently, noticing that the tip of his perfectly shaped head was still dry. "Can I take my shirt off please Kevin," he piped up, the sound of his voice almost loud in the stillness of the room. "Sure," I said, leaning away from him, "Lets take your pants all the way off too." I moved to my knees in front of him and tugged the clothing off and setting it aside. He sat in front of me then, fully naked in all his young teenage glory and I swear, I don't think I'd seen a more beautiful boy in my life. Fuck I just wanted to grab him and hold him in my arms, feeling his compact little body against mine. "You are so beautiful," I whispered to him and he smiled at me. "Are you going to take your clothes off too?" I don't want to be the only one naked. I thought I detected a little coyness there but wasn't sure. I was all for stripping my clothes off as my own rock hard cock was really cramped inside my pants so I stood and tugged my shirt off and tossed it onto an armchair then slowly undid my jeans, the little boy watching intently, his hand playing with his cock, fondling his nuggets of balls. Once undone, I let my pants fall to the ground and stood before him, my boxers protruding visibly at the front. I rubbed at my belly, the inner creases of my thighs then cupped my balls through the fabric, the boys' eyes glued to what I was doing. I grabbed onto my cock and stroked it a few times, wetting the cloth where my precum was leaking like a frickin faucet. I finally pulled the waistband away from my skin and pulled my boxers down far enough for them to fall off my body, the little boy gasping, his eyes wide open and his mouth following suit as my rock hard cock bounded out to greet him much like my dogs do. "It's huge," he said, the awe in his high voice very evident. "I've never anything like that even at the public pool. Can touch it?" he finally asked. I nodded my head and told him he could. I stepped closer to the sofa as he slid forward and sat at the edge. He reached out tentatively, as though it might bite him, and took hold of the shaft, his grip soft against my hardened flesh. He felt up and down the length of me then stroked me, his other hand hefting my fat balls as though to gauge their weight. "What's all the stuff coming out? Is that sperm?" I quickly explained precum and asked if he was making sperm yet. He said that he was but only a few drops of clear liquid came out, adding, "I only found out about it last month, I mean that was the first time I made the sperms." I asked how he discovered it and he said that his best friend had told him about it. He said that his friend's older brother told him what it was all about one night when the younger boy had caught his brother jacking off in their bedroom. "Would you like me to make you cum Kerry?" I asked him and he nodded his pretty blonde head. I told him to lie on the sofa, which he did, then knelt next to it and gripped his raging little cock in my fingers and stroked it a couple of time. "Would you like me to suck you?" I asked him softly and again, he nodded his head, only this time more vigorously. I lowered my head to his crotch, breathed in the wonderful fragrance of growing boy, more sweet then than the musky fragrance that he would soon develop. I opened my mouth and took the entire shaft inside and enveloped it in the warmth of my body. He gasped out loud and he stiffened then relaxed as totally new feeling roared through his virginal young body. I bobbed a few times and, knowing that he'd cum quickly and because he wasn't totally used to the signals of a sperming, most likely he would not be able to tell me, so I stopped. It wasn't that I didn't want to swallow his young cum, I did, but when I was with a boy for the first time, I liked to see his sperm first, to see how much he made, how far it went out, all that stuff. Of course, he asked me why, and of course, I told him. "Lets make you cum now, and afterwards you will be able to last a lot longer, okay?" He said okay then asked if I would be able to get hard again and even make more sperm. Clearly, this adorable young thing knew little to nothing about his body. "Oh yes, that won't be a problem," I told him as I began stroking his cock and as I predicted, he came quickly and almost without warning. I felt his pencil sized cock thicken first then he squealed, almost like a little girl, his head raised up off the sofa so he could watch the show. A single droplet of clear liquid popped out onto his pubic bone and the visual part of the show was over although Kerry's body seemed to vibrate and shake a little bit longer before he relaxed back onto the leather, his breath coming in ragged gasps. I wiped my finger through his meager offering of sperm and put it to my lips, tasting him for the first time. "Why's you do that he said," watching me. "Cause I like it, I wanted to taste you, have that little bit of you inside of me. Haven't you taste your own sperm before?" He smiled a little sheepishly and admitted that he had. No different than every other boy in the history of the world. It's just the way boys are. It's something they have to do, to taste the juices from their young maturing bodies at least once. "Are you gonna cum now Kevin?" he asked, his breathing returning to normal. I told him that I'd like to and asked if he wanted to help me do it. Of course he was more than eager to assist. Like most boys Kerry was curious about the processes of an adult male, to get a peek at what he might one day be able to do. For myself, I knew that if Kerry jacked me off, it would most likely take until sometime after midnight before I came so I'd need to do it myself. But I'd also need a stimulant to help me along. "What can I do? Do you want me to beat you off Kevin?" he asked. I shook my head, telling him it would take forever. I had him move off of the sofa and I lay down, the arm of the sofa underneath my armpit, placing me so that my face would be perfectly even with the darling young teen's still rock hard little cock. "Stand right here," I directed him, "and I'm gonna suck on you while I jack off. It will help me to cum faster," I explained. He did as I asked and I turned my head, eyeballing his boyhood charms from right up close. I'd never been with a boy that was just entering into puberty before and having long forgotten what I looked like during that process, I was curious about it. I slowly stroked my thick cock as I gazed over him, taking in the pulsing piece of flesh that defined him as boy, the smoothness of his skin, the handful of little hairs sprouting out around the base of his tasty little cocklet, the smooth sac of sperm producing balls and how wrinkled they were at their beginning at the base of his cock, a little pouch of skin. I leaned forward and licked at the underside of his penis, moving the stiff little shaft with my tongue. I licked onto his balls then suckled the entire bag into my mouth, my nose breathing deeply of his boy scent, so intoxicating that it made my heart almost leap. I would never have thought that being with a boy so young and tender, so smooth, so innocent yet eager, could be so fucking stimulating but it was. I felt my heart beating faster, my breathing becoming rapid much faster than I would have predicted. Because I had both arms and hands free, I reached out and pulled his rampant cocklet down and put my mouth over it and sucked him. I put my other hand on the bubbly flesh of his tiny little butt and gently kneaded the orb, my fingers trailing in his butt crack while I fondled him. I encouraged him to fuck my mouth and he took to it right away, holding onto my head gently as his own heat level rose. I could hear him moaning softly above me and I knew that I would be able to bring the boy off once again and that made me even hotter. I stroked faster, gripping my cock firmly and then I was there. "I'm gonna cum," I mumbled around his cock and torqued my hips back so that my sperm would hit my body and not fly out all over hell. I assumed that Kerry was watching from above me as I came, powerful ejaculations, blasting the viscous white liquid out onto my chest and belly. I felt Kerry's cock stiffen in my mouth and then the warmth of his droplet on my tongue, which I of course savored before swallowing. I slowed the stroke on my cock and began the milking process but the sensitivity in Kerry's cock forced him to pull out of my mouth with a giggle. "Jeez, you make a lot of cum Kevin," he said, clearly amazed at the amount of liquid on my torso. "And you shoot it so far too," he added. Indeed I usually had distance and as usual, I seemed to have unloaded a goodly amount of the stuff and it still continued to seep from my cock head in thick, pulsing globs. "Yeah," I answered, "I do seem to make a lot." I let go of my dick and asked Kerry to hand me my underwear and when he did I cleaned the cooling goo from my torso. "Was that fun for you Kerry, getting sucked and stuff?" He nodded his head vigorously. "Yeah it was. I never cummed two times in a row like that before. Well, I never even cummed two times in a day before. It felt awesome with you sucking on my cock Kevin. I really want to try to do that too but I don't think I can get your cock in my mouth." I explained to him that really, the most important part was the head and that I was sure he could manage that. He allowed as how he might be able to do that except that he was feeling a little, slow kinda, after cumming that much in so short a time. I explained the why of his feelings, which he seemed to understand, pointing to his young boy cock whose head was looking more at the floor than the ceiling. "I'm thirsty Kevin, can I get a drink of water?" I nodded my head and had him follow me into the kitchen where I got him a glass of ice water. He drank it down in one long gulp. I guess sperming was thirsty work for the adorable young tyke. "Now what?" he asked with a smile. "I dunno," I answered as we headed back through the dinning room on our way back to the living room, "I'm feeling a little sluggish myself." Actually, I had an almost overwhelming urge to cuddle with the boy, to hold his diminutive little body close to me, enveloped in my arms. I wanted to feel the warmth of him against me, to feel the softness of his skin against mine. I stopped half way through the dinning room and dropped to one knee so that I was more level with his eyes. "You know what I'd like to do," I asked him. He shook his head, his eyes wide open in question. "I just sorta feel like holding you, you know, cuddling a little bit. He smiled at me and simply fell into my arms, his arm around my neck and his pretty blonde head resting on my shoulder. "Me too," I heard him say softly. I slipped my hands under his slender little butt and stood up, both of us moving a little bit to readjust. God the kid really was light as a feather. I kept one hand under him and put the other one across his back to keep him and myself in balance, and continued walking toward the living room, his softened cock pressed into my belly and his legs hooked around my middle. I went to the sofa and carefully sat down, holding onto the small body in my arms. Once seated, he placed his knees flat on the sofa, his thighs pressed next to mine. He adjusted himself again, pulling himself in tighter to me. I could feel the base of my cock underneath his little butt crack and almost touching his hole and felt his little heart beating against my chest. I really enjoy cuddling, especially after sex but holding a boy of Kerry's size brought me even more joy. For a moment I had inkling of what parents must feel when they hold their children. I let my hands run softly up and down his back, feeling the smooth texture of his skin, the growing muscles of a boy maturing toward manhood. On a few down strokes I let my hands run under his butt, my fingers gently kneading his flesh while my fingers trailed in his crack and a few times going far enough underneath him to touch his balls. He finally sat up and looked at me, his blue eyes almost sparkling, and I asked him if he was having fun, if he liked what I was doing to him. He smiled and nodded his head and I asked if was interested in learning some more stuff about himself and got another smile and nod. I leaned my head forward and kissed him gently in the soft crook of his neck and felt his small body shiver from the feelings. I kissed him with gentle, soft little kisses, then moved to his ear and breathed into it. He shivered even harder and hugged me tightly; his head back in the crook of my neck and shoulder but his head turned toward, rather than away, from me. He kissed me a couple of time in the soft crease of my neck causing me to shiver and that caused him to laugh. "It does that to you too huh Kevin?" I said that it did. "Have you ever tried kissing on the lips?" I asked him and when he shook his pretty blonde head negatively I asked if he'd like to give it a shot his head nodded in the opposite direction. Only inches apart, I let my eyes roam over his soft smooth face and felt my heart skip a beat. Goddamn he was a beautiful child. I let my face move forward and closed my eyes at the last moment. Our lips met and I kissed him as gently as I had kissed his neck only moments before. Of course his perfect little ruby lips were as soft at the rest of him and I felt my cock begin to inflate again. I leaned away, asked how it felt and when he said good, I leaned back in and kissed him again, this time staying for a while. I moved my lips against his and he mimicked me, moved his lips. Between us I felt his cock go hard almost in an instant and press against my belly. I finally broke the kiss and he made a yummy sound. "MMmm, that tasted good Kevin," he said softly. I smiled at him the said, "Feels like you're ready to try for your third cum in a row. Would you like to try that?" he nodded his head fairly vigorously and I gently rolled him off to one side of me then got to my knees between his smooth thighs. I pushed them wide open and gazed again at his boyhood pride and joy, sticking straight in the air and almost quivering with anticipation. I leaned forward and licked on his balls, moving them around with my tongue as I felt my cock go rock hard, the head poking into the front of the sofa. Somehow in that mix of stuff, as I was licking up and down on the underside of his raging little hard on, I wondered how the boys were faring upstairs. I stopped what I was doing and asked, "Would you like to go upstairs and see what the boys are doing Kerry?" He thought about that for a moment and said that he would so I stood up and, grasping his stretched out hand, pulled him to his feet and he intentionally lurched into my arms. "Will you carry me?" he asked, his voice muffles slightly by my chest. "I'd love to," I answered him. I leaned down and picked up and held him, one hand under his butt and the other on his back, just like the first time. And, like the first time, he nuzzled his face into the crook of my neck only this time it was face in and he proceeded to kiss me, his soft little lips presenting me with gentle kisses and causing me to break out in goose bumps. As we started up the stairs I told him he better stop cause I was likely to trip and kill us both, and he laughed, his voice a high pitched melodic sound that I fell in love with. We entered my bedroom to find Eric on his hands and knees, his head on a pillow and his slender little butt in the air, with Curtis on his knees behind him looking like he was trying to get his coke can cock inside Eric's butt. "It's just too fucking thick and blunt," I heard Eric moan. I set Kerry down, reluctantly I admit, and asked what the problem was. Both boys turned and of course both boy's eyes went straight to Kerry's boy boner, looking him over. "Did you try and prep yourself Eric?" I asked and he said that they had but only a little bit. "Well if you're going to have that missile in your ass you better prep better than that. "Well," he responded, "I thought I was hot enough and I really do want to be fucked. Its been over a month since the last time you and I were together you know." I nodded my head. "Let's try something then," I said and Curtis, his hand absently stroking his thick boy meat, moved out of the way. "Jeez your cock is so thick Curtis," Kerry observed, "and your hairs such a strange color," his comments causing his cousin to smile at the compliment. "Someone lube his cock and stroke him slowly," I commanded as I finished lubing my fingers and moved between his legs. Eric had rolled to his back so I got down between his smooth, olive skinned thighs and gently slipped a finger up inside his already slippery asshole. He moaned immediately since Kerry had taken over the other project and was doing as I asked, stroking Eric's cock. I immediately found his prostate and began massaging it, causing the boy to moan loudly. I slipped another finger inside of him, stretching his tight little hole open in preparation for the onslaught of Curtis's thick dick. "Oh man you guys I'm gonna cum if you keep that up," he moaned. Both Kerry and I stopped what we were doing and I looked at the little boy. "How do you feel about fucking Eric first to sort of get him more ready?" I asked. As the young boy started to nod Eric piped up with a, "Yeah Kerry, put your cock in me," as he rolled back onto his knees, his ass in the air. Needless to say the cute young thing was more than willing and up to the task, pun intended. I put a small amount of lube on his cock and when I stroked over the head he almost fainted from the feelings. He got into position behind Eric and right away we could see that it would have to be modified, that Eric would have to lower his backside in order for the smaller teenager to complete the act. Once that was figured out Kerry moved in for the kill, holding his rampant little cock downward and touching it to the wrinkled muscle of Eric's butt hole. "Go ahead Kerry, push it in," I whispered to him. He looked at me, smiled and pushed, the small cock head slipping past the tight muscle with ease and, once inside, he pushed until his sparse little patch of hairs were up against Eric's butt. I asked him how it felt. "Awesome Kevin. It feels so tight and so good on my cock." I nodded and smiled, and told him to go ahead. He really didn't need any encouragement and after all, what boy does. Once inserted a boy knows what to do. He knows the motions, and Kerry didn't let his universal brothers in arms down. He held onto each of Eric's hips and slowly slipped out then moved back inside and after two or three thrusts had picked up a rhythm. I sat on the bed right next to the action and presented my lips for him to kiss while I fondled his cute little butt, squeezing and kneading his flesh and wondering for a moment what it would be like to fuck this little boy. I felt my cock twitch at the prospect of being buried deep inside Kerry's compact little body, of slamming tons of my hot sperm inside his bowels, making him mine. "That feels good Kerry. Try to fuck me harder, okay?" Eric mumbled. Kerry and I broke our kiss but I still continued my manipulations on his ass as he picked up speed and seemed to slam into Eric harder. Of course he was ready to cum fairly quick even though he'd already cum twice in the past thirty minutes but hey, an actual fuck trumps a suck off or a jack off. "Ohgoshohgoshohgosh," he little guy said all of a sudden and his eyes rolled to the back of head and he pumped harder, then stopped and held onto Eric's hips while he moved his own hips in back and forth, almost a circular grind. Like is said, instinct. He finally stopped and just pulled out of Eric's ass, causing Eric to moan at the sudden loss and me to remember to tell him about waiting and not just leaving like he was jumping out of a shower or something. "Okay Curtis, go ahead to try to put it in me," Eric said and the carrot topped cute boy climbed up and lined up with his target which, in reality, wasn't significantly more open than it was before. I quickly slather the boy's fire plug of a cock with lube and turned him loose. Of course Eric had to readjust first but that only took a second and then Curtis's fat cock was right up against Eric's puckered muscle. He held onto one hip, his other hand holding his fat cock in place, and he pushed. Then he pushed harder, moans from Eric telling us what was going on, and then all of a sudden he was inside and Eric almost screamed. "Oh fuck stop. Oh fuck oh fuck that hurts like a motherfucker." "Relax baby, breathe slowly, push down on your asshole muscle, relax, relax," I cooed into his ear. "Oh fuck Kevin. That hurts more than when you fucked me the first time." I empathized with boy, I was sure that it did hurt. I usually take a great deal of time with a boy during his first time. I take my time always but for a boy's first fuck, I work hard to get his heat level up so that he's almost begging me to fuck him. That hadn't quite happened here, although he was heated up pretty well, just not enough. Curtis was cool enough to know that he had to wait until Eric told him to go ahead, and of course, that finally happened at which point he started to slowly insert his pale thick fucking sausage into Eric, whose grunting gave us a pretty good picture of how he was feeling. Once fully horsed, as they say, Curtis's smooth face broke into a smile. "How are you doing Eric?" I asked the bottom boy. "Fuck I think he's bigger than you are Kevin. My asshole feels like it was ripped open." I could only imagine. Curtis began the movement that keeps the race alive and slowly pulled half way out of Eric's ass before moving back in again. Like we all do, he soon found a rhythm and stayed with it, coming almost all the way out before sliding back inside and thus joining the ranks of non virgin boys. "Do you think you could suck on Eric's cock while Curtis fucks him Kerry?" I asked the little blonde Adonis. He nodded his head and crawled underneath while I moved around and lay in front of the boy, providing something to keep his mouth occupied. Eric was all for it and was soon sucking on my cock while Kerry sucked on Eric's and Curtis fucked him. I gotta say it was pretty fucking hot. Of course over the next few months things would heat up a lot more at my house but for now, this was the most crowded experience I'd ever had. "Good god I'm gonna cum you guys," Curtis finally said and began slamming into Eric, who, for his part, was breathing heavily and moaning as he tried to suck on my cock and finally gave up. Underneath him Kerry had given up trying to stay hooked up to Eric's cock and resorted to jacking off while he felt on Eric's nuts since they were hanging right there in front him almost. "Oooohhhhhhhhhh fuuuuuuuuucccckk," the cute little red head moaned as he slowed his motion, pulling Eric to him as he thrust forward. Eric moaned out as well and I looked in time to see his cock erupt in a torrent of sperm that hit my little lover boy square in the face. Kerry was a good sport however and kept right on jacking Eric off, guiding the shots from the spewing tube onto his chest, although at least one more giant squirt had hit the boy in the face. Curtis slowed down and finally stopped and I told him not to take his cock out of Eric but to wait just a little bit, then I explained afterglow and how important it was to some people. "Beside just yanking your cock out of someone sort of hurts too," I added. Meanwhile Kerry slid from underneath Eric, the sperm dripping off of his face, the rest running down the front of his torso, headed for his cock, which was still hard. Fuck to be young again. I wiped the cum from his face then rubbed it into his belly and down onto his cock and massaged his balls with some. He smiled at me, told me that had be hot, watching a cock sliding in and out like that from so close and then having Eric's cum splatter on him like that. He was also rubbing the boys sperm all over his front and over all between us we created a very sticky mess. Since his cock was all hard I started to massage the head, using the cum as a lube and within moments the young blonde cutie was moaning and humping into my fist. I moved some cum to my own cock head and stroked us both and of course it didn't take all that long for Kerry to cum yet again causing me to wonder if his little balls were going to ache in the morning. Once he had spermed out, this time the offering barely in evidence, I concentrated on my own sperming and as usual it didn't take all that long. I had continued to fondle Kerry's balls and when I was ready to cum I turned toward him and shot my own sperm onto his belly and chest, long sticky strands blasting out of my cock head and mixing with Eric's cum. Kerry just smiled and rubbed the added goo all over his front and since I was still shooting I got the knuckles of his hand at least once. The entire show was finally over. I stopped cumming, Kerry stopped rubbing, Curtis slowly slipped out of Eric, who rolled onto his back. I went over and opened his legs to look as his hole, which gaped back at me, a slight amount of liquid seeping out of the opening. That's quite an opening," I told him and of course Kerry had to look at well and he too passed comment then asked if he could take a shower. I agreed that he needed one and I could always use one as well so we headed in that direction. "Can I take one too?" Eric asked and of course I said yes so what happened is all three boys joined me in the large open room that sufficed as my shower. My uncle had seen one like it on one of his trips so had the master bathroom remodeled, thus creating a large tiled space that had multiple showerheads. If push came to shove I could probably squeeze ten or more people into there. As it was, the four of us didn't hardly make a dent in the space. I loved showering with a boy; having a naked wet squirming boy in my arms was more fun than I can describe but being with Kerry in there was a fucking blast. I got to show him how fantastic his asshole can feel when someone else washes it, not to mention the rest of his little body. After a totally sex free shower the boys followed me downstairs to the kitchen where I managed to drum up some soda, chips, and other snack foods, all of which we hauled out onto the sun porch that ran the full length of the back of the house. I really enjoyed that room. A good twelve to fifteen deep, it had French style windows that opened accordion style for coolness during the hotter weather. Screens on the outer wall kept out bugs with legs or wings. Large doors opened onto wide steps that led down onto the lawn and gardens that made up my back yard. That night I opened the doors so that the dogs could join us, which of course they did and of course they begged and of course we fed them. How can you not feed a dog whose head is almost the same height as yours when you're sitting at a table. We still didn't have clothes on so of course we had to deal with cold noses on our flesh and in some of the more sensitive areas as well. The boys finally left about an hour later but not before Kerry extracted, as though it was tough demand, a promise from me that I would be the first to fuck him. He said that he would be visiting Curtis in another month or so, as his family came to town about that often to see his dad's doctor, which was a long and unimportant story as far as this story goes. In any case, there was no way in hell that I would refuse any boy who requested that I be his "first" and certainly I would not, could not, refuse this boy virtually anything that he asked for. He gave me a hard kiss goodbye, even shoving his tongue into my mouth, making me wish that he could stay for cum number four. And number three for me, as my cock was twitching to life while the darling cute young thing French kissed me. Chapter III Things were quiet for a couple of weeks after that, boys coming and going in the shop but nothing in the house. I should say that I never messed around with a boy in the shop even though I perceived plenty of offers and some were actually fairly brazen. Hell, that same week one boy, a magnificent hunk of fifteen year old named Daryn, insisted that I check to see how badly he'd hurt himself. A regular in the shop, Daryn was a very handsome young man almost my height. His was the kind of look that would best be described as brooding, his long, always disheveled, black hair almost covering his hooded and equally dark eyes. He had come over from the park right after a fall, limping into the store, saying that he'd fallen on his hip and could I check and make sure he was okay. It was a slow afternoon so I talked to him, touched the spot outside of his ragged jeans, causing him to wince. "Can you see if I'm bruised or anything Kevin," He asked and I told him that was fine but that I didn't have x- ray vision so he'd have to drop his drawers. He said that was fine and started to unbutton but I stopped him, suggesting that at the very least he step behind the counter, although if someone were coming up the steps we'd have heard them. Boys just didn't seem to be able to mount my stairs quietly. So behind the counter we stepped and I dropped to one knee while Daryn unbuttoned his pants and let them drop to the floor. First of all, the kid was going commando so all his boyhood charms were fully exposed to me since he'd pulled his t-shirt up past his belly button. Second of all the kid was hung as well as I was, or at least very close. His almost nine inches of thick cock hung limply, the fat head looking at his shoes. The base of his tube was a thick nest of pubic hair with the beginning of a love trail to his navel, the fat balls that hung loosely underneath also somewhat furry. He thrust his hips outward as he turned to look down at the sore spot, a large reddish area on his right hip. I offered to rub some Tiger balm on his and he readily agreed so I stood and walked past him into the small bathroom, adjusting my half hard cock as I went, grabbed the small jar of ointment and returned to where he stood, still holding his t-shirt out of the way while his other hand scratched or rubbed at his balls. I could see that the boy was getting aroused, his cock head now looking somewhere at the floor in front of him. I got back to one knee, dipped a finger in the balm and touched it to the red spot and began rubbing gently. I placed my other hand on the opposite hip. He told me that my rubbing felt good so I took my time and meanwhile his cock continued to grow, stretching out to it's full length right before my eyes. It was all I could do not to take the fucking thing into my mouth and suck it like a fucking lollipop. "I guess it likes you Kevin," the boy said in a husky voice, seemingly not the least embarrassed by the fact that he'd gotten a full on chubby in front of an almost stranger. "So it would seem," I responded, moving my upper body back a little bit because the thing was practically touching me. I could see a single tear at the eye as the head raised up to point directly at me and kept climbing. "You're welcome to use the bathroom to take care of that if you'd like," I said as I stood up. "Maybe you could help me cuz I landed on my arm too," he responded, flexing his right arm and wincing a little bit. Phony as all hell, yes, tempting, yes again. "Uumm, well Daryn I never mess around in the shop, you know?" He thought about that for a moment then said that if it was okay he'd go ahead and use the bathroom so I nodded my head. He pulled his pants up only far enough so that he could walk and followed me behind the curtain that separated the shop from the storage area. He immediately sat down on the toilet, dropping his pants to the floor, and as I turned away he said, "You can stay and watch if you want. That would be really hot." I nodded my head and stood there as the boy splayed his legs wide open and grasped onto the swollen stick between his legs and began stroking it. He played with a nipple as he stroked, his fat furry balls bouncing in tandem with his strokes. It didn't take very long. "Oohhhh fuck," he moaned softly, "here it comes." With that statement he came, a long thick strand of white erupting from his slit and splattering up to his chest. He'd had his eyes closed on the first shot then looking on almost lovingly as he continue to shoot, strand after ropey strand of warm young sperm shooting out onto his flat heaving belly. My own cock was stone assed hard, a sight that was not lost on the hunk of teenager jacking off on my toilet, not that I was trying to hide it by any means. His cock finally quite oozing, he quit stroking and just sat there, his arms hanging limp at his sides. "That was really fucking intense," he said, his breath still a little ragged. "Thanks for that." I nodded my head, knowing that there was no need to ask "for what". I handed him a roll or paper towels that sat on a counter beside the sink outside the bathroom. He cleaned himself off then stood and pulled his clothes back in place then tossed the sticky paper in the wastebasket by the sink. "So, if you don't mess around in the shop," he said looking me in the eye, "where do you mess around?" I didn't skip a beat, didn't need to hesitate because we both knew that I would mess around, it was only a matter of where. "The house," I said, then added, "You might want to keep rubbing stuff onto the bruise and you might want to think about having it massaged in a couple of days when the soreness goes away." He nodded his head, pushing his mane of ebony hair back out of his eyes. "So, will you be willing to do the massage?" I nodded my head. "Sure, stop by before I close the shop some night. I'm sure I can manage something, although I'm not all that good at it." "I would be the judge of that. Where would we do it?" I nodded toward the window that looked out onto the backyard and my home. He nodded. "The house." A statement. "The house," I corroborated. He thanked me again, said he see me later in the week, and grabbed his board and headed out the door, his limp somehow miraculously absent. I was so fucking turned on by the whole thing that I opened my pants and hauled my rock hard cock out and jacked off standing right there behind the counter, leaning against it so I wouldn't fall over as I squirted, my cum blasting out onto the wood floor. Daryn had been right on the money. It was fucking intense. Daryn would find his way back to the shop but before that happened Eric stopped by on Thursday night as I was closing and a pizza boy was leaving, having delivered that night's supper of a large "everything" thick crust pie. "That smells great," he said, closing the door behind him. I asked if he wanted to stay and of course he said yes so we headed out, down, and toward the house, Eric letting the dogs out for me as we went. I set the pizza on the patio table in the sunroom and went inside to get some Coke's and paper towels since the napkins that the pizza places give you suck. I met Eric back at the table and we began the process, talking in between bites. "That was hot as all fuck the other night Kevin," he started out. "God Curtis' cock is so fucking thick I seriously thought he'd ripped me open." I told him I agreed with him and said that it might have been better if I'd fucked him first. Although I was as thick as Curtis, my cock was more tapered at the tip than his fourteen-year old appendage. "Speaking of fucking, Kerry is really hot for you to fuck him you know. It's about all he talked about when we walked home and Curtis told me on Monday at school that the kid talked about it whenever he could on Sunday. He said that Kerry got so hot talking about, asking questions and stuff that he got all hard and they had to jack off before he left with his family to go home." I was pleased that I'd impressed the boy so thoroughly and wondered again about what it was going to be like holding his compact little body while I was fucking him. "So, he went on, picking up another slice, "That was so fucking hot, being with you and two other boys. Do you feel like doing that again?" I thought about it and asked him why he asked. He went on to say that he knew other boys who liked to sex around but the problem was at their age it wasn't all the easy to find a place, especially if you were talking about five or six boys. Sure, they could go to someone's house but it seemed like there was always brothers or sisters hanging around and there was always the chance of getting caught and in fact one boy's older brother caught him and a friend jacking off after school one afternoon. The brother had been cool about it but still it was sort of embarrassing. "Where do I fit into that mix? You know I'm not going to just leave the house to a gaggle of teenage boys with raging hormones. Would I stay in my room or what?" "No reason why you couldn't join us," he said with confidence and when I asked him what made him think other boys would be willing to have an old fart sexing it up with them. He have me a look that said I had to be an idiot for even thinking such a thing. "Take a look at Curtis and Kerry for fuck's sake," he said, "then there's me and I know you had sex with Rory cuz Rory and I talked about it one night after he and I had sex. He thinks you're hot you know. If you ever wanted a boyfriend Rory would have jumped at the chance." I remembered Rory with a twinge in my pants. What a little horn dog he had turned out to be. I fucked him on his fourteenth birthday, three times as a matter of fact. The cute young thing sucked cock like a pro but he loved to fuck. I was a little sad when he had to move because his parents had gotten a divorce. "All of us really liked having sex with you and you don't know it maybe but lotsa boys like being with an older guy, especially one who is as cute as you are. Of course once they see your cock then it's all over," he added with a smile. "Okay, suppose I go for this. How many guys are we talking about?" Eric said he had five or six boys in mind and asked if that would be too much. I thought about it. "They would need to stay in the living room though, no roaming around the house. How do you think they're gonna feel about that?" Eric said it sounded like an orgy and he figured no one would have a problem with that. "Someone usually brings a video anyhow so that would be perfect. They're used to jacking off and doing stuff in front of each other so it's no big deal, just more room to do it in." I was concerned about my furniture getting cum or lube all over it and we figured that having some towels handy would eliminate that problem. If we told them to be careful, then careful they would be. "Would it be okay if people brought chips and soda's and stuff. We could make a regular party out of it." Of course I was concerned about my house becoming a mess and Eric suggested that all the food stay in the kitchen or out where we were eating, on the sun porch. It seemed like things were working out in a way that would allow me to feel comfortable and have fun at the same time, not to mention providing a safe place for some boys to play. "Well," I finally said, "I guess having a few boys over once in a while might be okay." And so that is exactly how it started. That's how my home became, "The House."