Date: Tue, 12 Sep 2017 02:52:04 +0000 (UTC) From: Tague Micheals Subject: Untold Group Home Tales When I was barely 21 and fresh out of the Army I'd gotten a job working in a boys group home as half of the weekend staff. Both Augie and I were college students and our psych 101 instructor had mentioned that a friend of his who ran a group home for teenage boys in the juvenile justice system was looking for a couple of guys to work Friday nights through Sunday afternoon. The thinking was that a couple of young adult males would be willing and able to take the boys on hikes, to the beach and other physical activities on weekends. Plus, it would allow Dan, the program director and house parent, and his family some time away from work and the stressors and pressures of dealing problematic boys. Thus, the story. I worked there for almost a year the first time and 6 months the second time during which probably 20 or more boys came and went. Bits and pieces of the vignettes are true but I did not engage sexually with any of the boys. Concussion The house was a big old thing, 2 stories, made of stone and wood, it had plenty of gables and angles and even a turret on each end. It was just plain cool; if you liked big old houses. It had a massive living room, easily 40 feet long and half as wide. One end was dominated by a huge brick fireplace centered between built in cabinets fronted by doors with intricately designed stained glass windows. The doors on the lower level were sliders while the upper level were hinged doors. It was beyond cool. At the other end of the living room a staircase curled around the wall of the domed entry and led up to the second floor. Because the ceilings were almost 12 feet high the staircase was equally tall so underneath were still more built in cabinets with stained glass doors. The dining room was also large and in the center was a huge table that sat 16 people. On one wall was another set of built in cabinets and they too sported intricately done stained glass windows. In fact there stained glass windows all over the damned place. The house had 8 bedrooms, 3 full bathrooms, a ¾ bathroom and 2 half baths, that is, toilet and sink. Half of the bedrooms were not your typical square rooms but had been tucked into corners or other unused spaces so had angled walls of varying lengths. As I said, the house was way cool. A couple of the boys' rooms were moderately large so housed 2 boys and so I had to wonder if the roommates engaged in any after dark personal activities. They were teenage boys after all. The boys loved having Augie and me for weekend house parents for most of the obvious reasons. We were close to their age, no more than 8 years older than the youngest boy who was 13. As such, we pretty much liked the same music, hot rod cars, and had more tolerance to mischievous behavior. We also didn't have any issues about language and while they weren't allowed to curse freely, they didn't have to worry too much about it when we were with them so damn's and shits and fucks were a fairly regular occurrence. Too, being teenage boys, they had a ribald sense of humor, and due to raging hormones passed comment on any hot girl or even woman who happened to catch their eye. There was plenty of teasing about small dicks, big dicks, jacking off, fucking and even sucking cock. That said, at no time did any boy tell stories about his adventures with other boys in the house, or before they came to the house, so I never did have any confirmation that they played with each other. However, from time to time there were little comments made from one boy to another or a couple of boys, generally out of hearing of the whole group which led me to believe that there was, at a very minimum, some mild boy play. Too, on more than one occasion I caught a boy in another boys' room, sometimes after they were supposed to be in their own bed with lights out. I never saw any of them naked at such times but I did notice bulges in the front of jeans from time to time. I did see the boys dressed only in briefs as I was the one who got them up in the mornings. If a boy's bedroom door was closed I would typically give a slight knock before going in. I did not need their permission. Sometimes a boy would already be up and moving about, other times he might swing his legs out from under covers and stand up. Either way I saw plenty of morning boy wood tenting their underwear, sometimes in their room and sometimes in the hallway on their way to the bathroom. This was some years before boxers became fashionable so all of the boys wore tightey whiteys. I didn't get much chance to see any of the boys fully naked or at least the bottom half naked. Sure, it happened but it was rare. After a trip to the beach they would typically change in park bathroom and there times when no facility was available so a few of us would hold towels up so a boy could shuck his swimwear and get dressed. There was always a boy or two who had no modesty what so ever and would simply strip down in front of me to dry off and change clothes. What I did see was pretty average boyhood charms for the most part. Average was also about how I would describe most of the boys in the looks as well as the body and stature department. Sure, there were one or two really cute boys and at any given time a small statured boy as well as a big boy and by that I mean tall, as in pushing 6 feet. There were a few stocky boys but never a fatty or even an ugly boy. This was also the time when boys wore jeans that fit and most of them had nice teen boy butts that Wranglers and Levi's helped bring attention to. Even though I had been into boys since I was a little boy but I had never done anything with a boy and I didn't take the job because I had any notion of having sex with the boys that I would be caring for. I took the job because I needed one and it fit with my college major which was intended to be counseling. That said, I did get some slight overtures from a couple of boys during the course of my time there. I'd also gotten a few come-ons from one or two of their friends that visited the boys from time to time. Of course there was the usual rough housing that boys do which often enough included both Augie and me. Like most boys they felt compelled to test their skills on "older dudes" just to see how they'd do. Sometimes it was one on one and other times it was like king of the hill or even just a melee, like a dog pile. During those bouts, with 3-8 of us, I often got a hand on my package or my butt and sometimes said hand lingered longer than something in passing and sometimes a little groping action took place. I never knew who might have been doing it and it wasn't altogether important that I did know. There were a few encounters with a few different boys which, in retrospect, could possibly have led to something more long term once they had returned to home and assuming that home was reasonably close to where the group home was and thus close to where I lived. One of those boys was Randy. Randy was a reasonably cute 14 year old with an infectious smile that seemed to say "wait til you see what's next". He wore his medium brown hair a little on the long side, over his ears and collar and often hanging in his large doe brown eyes. His face was smooth as a cue ball and slightly rounded but it was easy to see that as he grew older that roundness would melt away and leave cheek bones with more definition. Randy was a boy of medium built, not skinny or stocky, and stood maybe 5'4 on a good day. I'd seen him shirtless so knew that he wasn't buffed up although his torso was defined nicely enough. That was particularly true for the lower portion where the creases of his pubic bone and hips created nice little valley's that led down to all that made him boy and the bulge in his jeans indicated that he was indeed, all boy. On the flip side his jeans cupped and highlighted a very deliciously formed butt. One that I would have been more than willing to fondle, kiss, lick and generally worship in any way that I could, in any way that the boy would let me. Randy showed up with his social worker on a Friday afternoon so Dan and his family were already gone for their weekend getaway, Dan and his wife being the full time house parents, owner of the home and director of the program. That left me with the duty of processing the boy in as soon as his Social worker left. I went over the rules and all that other horseshit stuff that one needs to do then took him upstairs to his room, a smaller cubbyhole type room above the turret style front entry to the home. Despite its being small and not having a 90 degree corner anywhere Randy seemed to love it. "It's pretty cool Jacob," he said, his voice still slightly high pitched and struggling for more bass. "It's kinda nest like. I love it." I helped him unpack, one of my duties being to try to make sure that a kid didn't bring in any drugs or other contraband. Of course he had the expected pack of smokes and lighter and the unexpected bottle of Vaseline Intensive Care lotion, the stroke lube of choice for teenaged boys. "Dry skin," I said, rather than asked. I swear, the boy looked at me and grinned as he unsnapped his dress pants in order to change, "Dry foreskin," he said without batting an eyelash. That took me by surprise. "Of course, silly me," I responded with my own smile. "Speaking of foreskin, I need to have you drop for me; can you pee?" Randy nodded his head and tugged his slacks off and stood before me clan in his tighty whitey's and nodded his head. He hung his slacks up and followed me down the hall to the master bathroom where I pulled out a plastic bottle and test strip from a locked cabinet. Having done UA's before the boy stepped up to the toilet and tugged his underwear down halfway to his knees and turned slightly, his hand reached out for the cup. Randy was a nicely enough hung boy, his softened cock hanging a good 4-5 inches in front of a set of balls at full hang. As stated, he was uncut, his foreskin completely covering his cock head. He had a nice little patch of dark brown hair at the base of his pride and joy, still somewhat sparse, and not yet encroaching into his pubic creases or onto his balls, which were completely smooth. I watched and admired as he held the cup under the end of his cock and after a moment his stream started. Standing sideways to the boy I admired the slope of his belly, down onto his pubic bone and thus, his boyhood charms. The creases of pubic bone and hips were very nicely defined from that even that position, and above it his outie belly button dominated the otherwise flat and taut landscape. I noticed too that as he held his cock and pissed, his fingers were gently pushing and probing at his balls, moving the eggs slightly in their smooth silky sac. Randy was quite the sight and seemed totally un-self-conscious about it, perhaps even proud to be showing himself to me. When the cup was half full I directed him to set it on the counter that was right alongside the toilet. He let go of his cock and finished his piss while I went about dipping the test strip into the golden liquid then taking it out and laying it on the packaging it came it. When Randy finished he roughly squeezed the excess piss from his cock and foreskin then just stood there, not making any move to pull his briefs up or otherwise cover himself. I couldn't swear to it but it seemed as if his cock was beginning to inflate. As we stood there quietly, waiting for the colored lines to show up Randy reached down with his left and scratched his balls then squeezed on his cock which by then was starting to rise. He was aware that I noticed it. "Can't help it Jacob, that happens all the time. It's embarrassing sometimes." I nodded my head. "But not embarrassing all the time," I said with a smile and got one in return along with a shake of his head. "Nope, not all the time. Like now, it's not embarrassing. I mean, it's just us guys right and I know you get boners and have probly seen plenty of boys get boners." I agreed that I did and I had seen my share of boy boners then added, "Well, perhaps you could go to your room and use your lotion to relieve the pressure Randy," I said with another smile. "Yes I probably will do that. So, would you like to join me," he asked, his grin a rather sly one. The kid was quite brazen. "Tempting though that might be," I said, "I don't have a boner plus I have other things I need to attend to." "I could help you with the boner problem but probably not the other things," he responded. By then his cock was at full stand and looked to be pushing 6 inches, give or take. "Or maybe you could just watch me." "Again, tempting as that might be, I don't think it would be appropriate, do you." "No, but who the fuck cares about appropriate. Besides, it would be hot to have you watch me jack off and squirt." At that the boy grasped his raging hard cock and stroked it a couple times. "Perhaps some other time," I said then checked his test strip and saw that he was positive for pot. No surprise there. I mentioned it and he said that he last smoked a couple weeks before. I couldn't help but look at his cock again, the tip a bright red from trapped blood. "Sure you don't want to watch," he asked again and stroked himself. "I'm sure, but thanks for asking." That said he turned and headed out of the room, his underwear still down and his glorious butt in full view. My own cock was already half way hard and I wondered if I'd could manage a quick "pull off" without the boy suspecting what I was doing. I decided against it, tossed the piss and the test and headed back downstairs where Randy joined me 20 minutes later. I was tempted to ask if he felt better but decided against it. Randy offered the information in any case. "Well, that was fun," he said. "Lonely, but fun." I didn't rise to the bait but engaged the boy in small talk and learned that he was from a single parent home, no contact with the father, no other family in the area, 9th grade, no sports, history of delinquency, shoplifting and possession of pot. We continued to talk in the kitchen where I started the preparations for dinner and about 30 minutes later Augie got back with the 4 other boys that were currently in residence. Introductions were made and the boys all trouped out to the back yard to chat, share notes, and get to know each other. Things sailed along without fanfare for the next month or so. Randy engaged me in conversation and a few games of pool on the table that sat at the opposite end of the living room, but nothing was ever said about that first afternoon nor did he offer any overtures about engaging with him. Like the rest of the boys he engaged with them in sexual banter but nothing of a personal nature. On a Friday night some 5 weeks or so after Randy arrived I was woke up around midnight by my shoulder being shaken. "Jacob, wake up please wake up." I came up out of a deep sleep to find Randy standing next to my twin bed, his body slightly illuminated by the street light. I could see that he was naked. "What's the matter," I said, startled, and sat up. "I was coming back from the bathroom and tripped in my room and cracked the side my head on my dresser. It hurts like fuck." I clicked on the low watt bedside lamp and stood up. I asked him where he got hit, he showed me and I looked for blood, saw none, then gently probed. The boy winced as I touched the spot he indicated which was already turning into a goose egg. I'd had basic first aid and knew that there wasn't much reason to take him to the ER but there was the possibility of concussion and the side effects from that. As such he should be monitored to some degree for his own safety and considering the distance between his room and mine and as I quickly ran through the options in my own head there was only one that seemed reasonable and I wasn't in favor of it. "I don't see any blood but I'm concerned about a concussion Randy. I don't like the idea of you being so far away that I couldn't hear you if you wake up in pain in the middle of the night. I think that the best option is for you to sleep in my bed with me, or on the floor." He seemed to give that some thought. "I don't mind sleeping in your bed Jacob but just so you know, I sleep nude," he said. I pretty much figured that out on my own. "Okay, well, probably not the best scenario but it won't bother me." That said I had the boy climb into the bed and got in behind him and shut the light off. It was a little crowded but being as how it was a naked teenage boy I figured I would manage. About 3 minutes into it and in a soft voice Randy said, "Jacob?" I responded and he said, "Can you hold me?" It was a dangerous road I was headed down but that thought didn't stop me. "Sure, back up," I said. A moment later his naked butt was against my underwear and thus my cock. My arm was around his chest, his arms wrapped around it like a security blanket and his head was snuggled under my chin. "This is really nice Jacob, thank you," he whispered. "You're welcome now hush and go to sleep," I said gently. I had never had a naked young boy in my arms before and I reveled in the warm softness of his body against mine. I'd slept with other boys my age on sleepovers of course but neither of us were naked and certainly not huggled up to each other. This was entirely new to me I felt my cock start to harden so gently readjusted my body so that my upper leg moved forward to allow some growing room between my briefs and his butt. It wouldn't do for the boy to know that I'd gotten hard. I woke in the early morning with Randy facing me, still pressed up against me, his head still under my chin, so close I could feel his even breath against my neck. His top arm was resting across my hips, his hand on my butt cheek while my arm was at the small of his back and resting on the rise of his butt cheek. I was very aware of his raging hard cock against my own hard cock, the rigid tubes separated only by my briefs, our entangled legs allowing for the close contact. My automatic reflex was to pull ever so gently on his butt to encourage even more closeness which caused Randy to do the same thing. Randy moved back slightly and dropped his hand between us and began feeling my boner, squeezing up and down the length of me. I swear I could have cum right then and there. I'd been touched by girls but never another boy. "Jacob," Randy whispered so softly that I barely heard him. "What," I responded with an equally soft voice. "Take your underpants down." I paused, not moving and he said, "please." I hooked my fingers under the waistband and tugged them, stopping about mid-thigh. Randy then moved up tight against me, our hard cocks now naked and pressed alongside each other. My heart was going a million miles an hour. His hand went to my naked butt to pull us tight, his breathing quickened against my neck then he kissed me very softly there, causing me to shiver. He then reached down between us and took hold of me and squeezed some more. My hand had gone back to the mound of one butt cheek but I needed to feel his cock too so moved it between us and took hold of my first boy cock. The sensations flooding my body were amazing to me. We stayed like that for about a half minute before Randy spoke again. "Can I suck your cock Jacob?" Like I would say no to that, so I said yes. Randy slid down beneath the covers and moments later I felt the warmth of his mouth closing down over my cock. He put a hand on my butt and kneaded my flesh as he sucked me. The hand didn't stay there very long but went to my underwear and began to slide them down so helped to the degree that I could. I was more than willing to be fully naked with the kid and once I was naked he tossed the covers back, moved between my legs, spreading them open, got to his knees and went back to sucking my cock. It was hot as fuck looking down and seeing a teenage boys' head bobbing on my cock. I couldn't help but reach out and ruffle his hair with my fingers. I watched Randy reach between his legs and begin to jack himself off. I felt my body move quickly toward orgasm but wasn't ready to cum yet. Besides, I really wanted to suck Randy's cock too. "Stop," I said, gently pushing on his head. He backed his head off but stayed in position and asked if something was wrong. "No, not at all," I said quietly. "It's just that, I want to suck your cock too." "Really," he asked. The boy seemed genuinely surprised that I would want to return the favor. "That would be great Jacob." I told him to come up the bed so he did, flopping down alongside of me. Like Randy had done, I slid down the bed, took hold of his cock and started to suck him off. I hadn't had a cock in my mouth for at least a year and that was a guy I was in the Army with. Justin was an 18 year old, fresh out of high school blonde haired blued eyed Iowa farm boy that was beyond cute. We'd gotten a little drunk while on a weekend pass and got a room at the armed services YMCA. One thing led to another and we ended up sucking each other's cocks. The kid had been hung too, better than my 7 plus inches. We'd ended up doing each other quite a few times, once in a troop carrier and another time in a tank. It had been a glorious affair. I sucked Randy's cock to the best of my ability, stroking him as I worked on him, sliding his foreskin up into a nipple and sucking that. I'd never sucked an uncut cock before so was quite enamored with it. I was also enamored with the fragrance emanating from Randy's crotch. I'd first gotten hold of that smell with Justin and fell totally in love with it from the get go. Taking in Randy's scent just made me that much hotter and I was already steaming. What put a damper on everything was that the sun was coming up which meant Augie would be up soon followed by at least one of the boys. "You should get back to your room Randy. It wouldn't do to get caught in here, especially naked like that." "Let's cum then," He said so I rolled to my back and he was on his and we proceeded to jack off. "Fuck you sure make a shit load of precum Jacob," he said. He was right too, I did. Randy leaned over and licked some of the viscous liquid from my flowing cock head and declared it was sweet as candy. I doubted that. It didn't take long before the teen said he was ready and started firing off globs of sperm onto his belly and in his pubic hair. I was right behind him, blasting my left nipple and my belly. Kept it out of my moss though. "That was a awesome cum shot Jacob," he said as he continued to milk his cock and squeeze the residue of sperm from his foreskin. I reached to the side of the bed and caught my underwear and used it to clean us both up. "I hope we can do this again Jacob," Randy said as he tossed my spermy briefs to the floor. I told him I wasn't sure how that might happen and ever the optimist he said, "we'll figure something out. Thanks for this though it was awesome." That said the boy crawled over me and head out the door. I admired his narrow little butt as he did so and felt my cock started to come alive again. Things went along as usual for the next couple months. Randy did not venture into my bedroom nor did he make any reference to our experience. I typically stopped in each boys' room at bed time to make sure they got tucked in. On a few occasions, he stripped off his briefs in front of me and climbed into bed which gave me a great view of his naked butt and delicious balls hanging between his smooth thighs. A few other times he was fully naked and putting something away or doing some other minor chore before bed-time. He had a very casual attitude about his body, perhaps due to our experience. I wondered if he'd manage to play with any of the other boys or even a friend from school but of course I wouldn't ask. Prior to Thanksgiving a couple boys moved back home or into foster care so the house was down to 4 boys and over the holidays 3 of them were going home for a family visit. Randy wasn't one of them. His mother cancelled his home visit at the last minute pleading extra hours at work. Dan had already made plans for he and his family to be out of town so asked if I would be willing to spend the weekend with Randy. There wouldn't be any need for Augie to be there so it would just be the two of us. I readily agreed, not really wanting to spend the day and evening with my family, although Randy and I would go there for dinner. I told Malcom, one of the boys, that I intended to sleep in his room while he was gone because it had a queen sized bed that was infinitely more comfortable than the twin I generally slept in. I said I'd change the sheets before he got back so he was more than fine with it. I showed up at the group home around10 that morning to find Dan and his family loading up their station wagon to head out. The last boy had left an hour prior, the other two having gone the night before. Randy and I stood at the head of the driveway and waved as they backed out and began the 100 mile drive east to spend the holidays with his wife Rene's family. As we headed into the house I asked Randy what he'd like to do to kill time until dinner and we decided to catch a flick since the local theater was open for business. We elected to watch "The Sting". We shared a small bucket of popcorn and a large soda and throughout the flick Randy's leg rested against mine and during a few tense scenes he gripped my thigh. I could only imagine what it would have been like if we'd been watching a spook flick. Afterwards we shared a toilet stall in order to piss and of course dropped clothing down far enough so we could check each other out. It was only then that I wondered if he'd want to sleep with me over the next two nights and if that were the case, how far would we go. Afterwards we headed to my grandparent's house where the family had gathered or were gathering. "I love your van Jacob, it's really cool," Randy said. I owned a '64 Chevy panel van that I'd tricked out some. The floor was heavily carpeted and the walls insulated and covered in wood paneling. I'd gotten a set of '64 GTO bucket seats from a cousin and had a friend build me a console with padded jockey box cover for a person to sit on. The console front was angled up to underneath the dash and a Pioneer deck was mounted in it and of course there were speakers front and back and the tunes were good old classic rock. . It was a very cool van for that day and age. Randy was welcomed with open arms by my family and at least one preteen girl made google eyes at him. The adorable teen played roughhouse with the handful of preteen cousins and nephew's which of course kept them occupied much to their parents delight. Dinner was served around 3:30 and was, as usual, spectacular. It was my year for the pope's nose which was an added bonus and 3 different kinds of pie rounded things off nicely. Randy and I left around 5 with enough food for a full meal or plenty of snacking on later and that included half each of a blackberry and a pumpkin pie. "You and Randy are invited to dinner tomorrow as well Jacob; the oven baked chicken that you love so much." Indeed it was one of my favorites. She baked it in butter and while it was cooling from the oven tossed fresh cooked Chinese noodles in the drippings. Served with fresh baking powder biscuits it was one of my all time favorite meals and I knew that Randy would go nuts over it. "You got a really nice family Jacob," he said as we drove back to the house. "I wish my family was like that." Of course I thanked him and said I'd adopt him if I could. That seemed to please the boy. Back at the house we shot some pool, watched some TV and just hung out, cracking the pumpkin pie about 8. We were both yawning by 9 and I decided to crash. We shut the lights off and Randy headed upstairs while I was sleeping in a downstairs room. Before he was half way up the stairs Randy stopped and in an almost little boy voice asked, "Can I sleep with you Jacob?" I knew that it had to do with being upstairs alone in the big old house and my heart went out to him. "Yes, of course you can Randy." He came back down and said thank you when he reached me then followed down the back hallway to Malcolm's bedroom. "I'm going to take a shower before I go to bed," I said. Randy said that he'd planned on doing the same thing and as much as I wanted to invite him to join me, I didn't. Turns out I didn't have to because the boy asked if he could shower with me. "Do you think that's appropriate Randy," I asked him, my voice clearly indicating that I was teasing him. "You already know what I think about that Jacob." I laughed and nodded my head. We stripped down and walked naked back down the hall to the bathroom, me leading the way. "You know you got a nice butt Jacob," he said. I could only thank him. In the bathroom i got the water going and we stepped into the tub and pulled the curtain shut. I rinsed first then we slid past each other and I could see that the boy was already started to inflate. He was facing away from me under the spray and I stared at his butt. As I said before, it was a delicious butt. The globes were nicely formed, swelling out from the small of his back where I could see slight wisps of blonde hair. The cheeks weren't pressing together like you see on some boys and standing away from him I could see his balls hanging from his crotch. "You know Randy, that nice butt thing works both ways." He glanced over his shoulder and grinned at me. "Want me to wash your back," I asked and he said that would be cool. Randy stepped back out of the shower and I soaped up my hands and started at his shoulders. "Fuck that feels good Jacob," the boy moaned as I massaged him. Putting my hands on a naked wet boy was a first for me. Sure, I'd showered with guys every day in the Army but I'd never touched them of course. I felt my own dick start to rise as I worked my way down Randy's back and he purred in response. When I stopped he asked if I was going to wash his butt and when I asked if he wanted me to he turned around. His cock was fully hardened, the end a bright red. "I want to do everything with you Jacob; everything imaginable." That said he stepped right up to me and put his arms around my neck then tilted his head. Moments later I was holding him tightly and we were kissing with a frenzy. Randy was moaning softly as his tongue probed into my mouth and he ground his body against mine, our cocks mashed against each other. We finally broke apart, both panting like race horses. "Let's do a quick wash and go to bed Jacob," Randy said in a voice husky with lust. I agreed totally so we did just that and 4 minutes later were back in each other's arms under the sheets and kissing like before but this time prone and not standing. We both had our hands and arms all over the other, feeling up each other's butt, rubbing backs, running fingers through hair, the whole 9 fucking yards. Randy was quite assertive, verging on aggressive in carrying out his intentions. He gently rolled me onto my back and took over, his upper body resting on mine as our heads tilted and turned to accommodate each other's mouth. Randy's hand tickled its way down to my cock but instead of grabbing it the hand moved to the top of the thigh and continued south. It reached its full extension and made its way back north only on my inner thigh turning only when he got to my balls. Randy's hand captured my sac and continued to move up taking my balls with it until they couldn't go any further then gently let them go. He finally stopped and slid down the bed, took hold of my cock and stuffed it down his throat causing me to gasp loudly. I could feel his throat muscles massage the swollen head and knew that this was not the boys' first rodeo. Randy had moved between my legs and on his knees, sucked my cock and played with my balls, gently squeezing and tugging on the sperm filled eggs. As he played with my nuts a single finger explored down along my perineum and after a good two minutes of deep throating me asked, "Have you ever been rimmed Jacob, had your hole licked?" I offered a throaty no. "Can I do it to you? I love licking a boys' butthole." I hadn't even hears of such a thing but was willing to let him do it. God know I didn't mind fingering my hole or rubbing on it. Randy moved, told me to pull my legs back then he got down flat and a moment later I had my first rim job. I thought I'd fucking faint it felt so good. The cute teen worked my asshole with a vengeance licking and slurping every single bit of flesh within 3 inches of the puckered muscle. He licked upward along my perineum causing me to shiver as waves of pleasure shot through my body, licked my balls then went back down and working me hole again. Needless to say I was getting hot enough to cum and Randy seemed to sense that because he stopped. "I really want to fuck you Jacob but I know that you might not really want that so I want you to fuck me. Will you, fuck me I mean?" Like I would say no to that so didn't. Randy trotted out of the room and came back a few minutes later with his hand lotion. He quickly poured some on my cock then smeared his asshole then got onto his hands and knees on the bed. "Do me like this for a minute okay?" Hell I'd do him however the fuck he wanted me to. I got behind him, moved in close and he reached behind and pulled one butt cheek open to show me his hole. Needless to say my belly was a mass of butterflies. Truth be known, I was still a total virgin; I hadn't fucked a girl yet either, not that I was determined to take that path although I would have if such an opportunity presented itself. My cock head touched the muscle and I pushed, then pushed some more and in a flash it gave way and let me inside. Randy yelped and told me to stop, which I did. "You've got the biggest cock I ever had Jacob," he said. I was a healthy enough guy, 7 inches or so. I wondered how many he'd had but chose not to bring it up right then. It took a moment but he finally told me to go ahead slowly so I did, pushing in until my hair was against hi butt. God it felt amazing. Nothing had even held my cock so tightly, even me. "Fuck Jacob your cock fills me up. It feel really good. Go ahead and fuck me." So, I went ahead and fucked him. I held on to Randy's hips and began the processes, moving in and out of him. I kept my eyes glued to where our bodies were connected, amazed that I was actually fucking, amazed at the sight of my rock hard cock going in and out of a tight asshole. I picked up speed a little bit, all the while reveling in the feelings that were radiating out from my cock. "Don't cum yet Jacob," Randy finally said. "In fact stop, and come out of me." I wondered if I'd done something wrong but before my cock was all the way Randy said he wanted to change positions. Once I was clear from him the boy fell forward then rolled onto his back. "I want you to fuck me like this so I can see your face." Randy pulled his legs back to offer me his hole again and I could see the sliminess of the lotion and my precum. I got in close and unlike the first time, my cock slipped right on in him. "Just hold my legs back and fuck me like this for a second," Randy said. I did as he asked and I was more fun watching my cock from that position than it had been from the other one. I had moved his legs back a little further so that his hole was more level with my cock so the angle was perfect. "It's fun watching isn't it," Randy asked and I nodded my head. "It's fun for me to watch your face too Jacob. In fact it's hot to watch. Is this your first time Jacob?" I nodded my head and Randy said that made it even hotter. Finally he suggested that I put my arms under his legs then but my hands on the bed, which I did. It rolled the boy farther onto his back which changed my position and I found out right away that it allowed me to go deeper into his ass. Plus our faces were closer together. "Now fuck me baby, fuck me good and hard." Randy had been right about being able to see my face while I fucked him because now I could see his face and it was incredible to watch the emotions play out on his smooth face. "I can't believe how this feels Randy," I said in a voice deepened by lust. "It's fucking amazing." Randy said he was glad. I began to power fuck him, slamming into his ass. I pressed against him, ground my own butt in circles then fucked him some more. I could feel my body beginning to change and knew that I was going to cum pretty quick. "I'm close to cumming Randy, make me cum, fuck me hard and make me cum." One of the boys' hands went to the side of my face and the other went between his legs and I could tell he was jacking off. I hammered his ass, I plowed into him as hard as I could. The sound of our bodies slapping against each other was loud in the room. The feel of my balls hitting his butt seemed to help make things even hotter for me. "I'm gonna cum in a second Randy, I'm gonna cum." "Me too Jacob, I'm gonna cum. Shoot your sperm into me Jacob, shoot your sperm in my ass." A moment later I bellowed out as my whole body vibrated with the most powerful orgasm I'd had since I was a boy. I felt at least 7 or 8 pulses of sperm and I also felt Randy's asshole grip my cock at the same time he cried out and I knew that he was cumming too. Randy was muttering things too but it was like my ears were plugged from the intensity of feeling that were overwhelming my body. I kept on fucking him and he kept encouraging me, his hand moved to my butt to clutch and pull me to him. I eventually slowed down but I kept moving, having read somewhere that was what you're supposed to do. I did eventually stop. I'd also read not to pull out right away but to stay there and revel in the feelings that happen after cumming. I guess it's called afterglow or something. Still and all we were both panting as if we ran a marathon or something,. I kept looking down onto Randy's face, his eyes closed, and came to realize that he was a pretty cute boy. Maybe it was because he was so relaxed after cumming but it didn't matter. I felt my heart swell a little as new feelings rushed through me. He finally opened his eyes and saw me looking at him and gave me a lazy grin then asked, "what?" "Nothing; just looking at you and thinking how cute you are." I swear he blushed. "You're really cute too Jacob but I bet you don't think so. In fact I think you'd make a great boyfriend." That surprised me. Both that he think of me as a boyfriend but also that he was using the word at all. "Well, I think you'd make a great boyfriend too Randy." I leaned my head down and kissed him. He then told me to lay my weight on him so I did so, but slowly. "Mmmm, much better. I like your weight on me." We kissed some more and Randy's hand moved up and down my back and onto my butt while my hand gently rubbed his face. "So, do you think you're gay," he finally asked me. I shrugged my shoulders and said I didn't really know, I hadn't thought about it much. "I know I am, that's why I said I think you'd make a great boyfriend. You certainly do fuck really good; even if it was your first time. Let's go take a shower." I slipped out of him and we both moaned at the loss but got up and hit the shower. We washed each other, kissed some more. He asked me if I would let him fuck me and said that I sure would. As it turned out we stayed naked for 3 days and hard for most of it. Randy fucked me a couple of times and I fucked him at least 6 times and did so in a bunch of different places in the house. We cummed more times than that though. I learned almost everything there was to know about gay sex that weekend and by the time everyone started to return from the holiday I was thinking I might even love the kid. He certainly expressed those feelings about me. Randy and I didn't have much opportunity to have sex but a few times I sucked his cock when I tucked him in at night and he sucked me a couple times too. I also fucked him a couple of times before he returned home some 6 months later but not nearly as often as we'd both have liked. I never saw Randy again after he moved back home. I had heard that a year later he had a girlfriend but so many years have passed since that time that I can't remember much more than that. I will say that now, 40 years later, I still think of him and do so with a great deal of fondness.