Chapter Three

Self discovery: Going for it.

Greg was flabbergasted. He wanted to run away, get the hell out of Dodge. The man was trying to trap him, get him to admit everything. Briggs was a freaking pervert. No wonder Marcie screwed around on him; he was a fag and Greg now had something on the man. --Or so he thought.

He said, “I don’t know what yer talking about, Mr. Briggs. I have to go now, . . . so can I have my money, please?”

Jason spread his legs wider and slowly stroked his wet meat, surprised at the almost painful hard-on, not to mention the amount of jizz oozing from it. He thought about his flagrant immoral behaviour, but quickly dismissed, another part of his brain urged him on, thoughts he’d never had before with a strong sense of control over the boy.

“I saw you sucking Paul’s cock this morning, . . . and some other younger kid the day before. --Looked to me as if you like sucking cock.”

Greg was paralyzed with fear. How could the man have known? Surely Marcie hadn’t told him, she stressed the importance of secrecy every time. He only brought along twelve year-old Charlie at her request, the new kid recently transferred to the school from another city that he and Paul had befriended earlier that year.

It all started three months ago. Mrs. Briggs, the hottie, newly hired junior high school secretary who looked like a student more that an adult was the talk of the guy network dressed in her miniskirts and tight blouses. Greg had fucked up. He’d been sent to see the principle by a teacher and he got to admire the woman while he awaited his fate. Principle Ferguson was tied up in meetings well after the final bell rang so he missed his school bus. Mrs. Briggs kindly offered him a ride home.

Marcie had never screwed around on her husband, Jason. However, the drop-dead gorgeous boy sitting uncomfortably delayed to see the principle made her strangely attracted to him. They made eye contact several times from across the room, smiled shyly and looked away. She knew Greg continued to stare at her. In fact, each time she looked over she was to see a broad smile staring back. Her panties were getting damp wondering what the boy looked like naked. His tight white t shirt displayed a swimmer’s build, a pair of blue knee length shorts revealed dark hairs past the hem line indicating that he was well into puberty, if not well past the final phase.

Clearly, Greg had missed his bus home by the time old man Ferguson dealt with the matter at hand. Marcie saw him walking down the street when she knocked off shortly after the disciplinary session with old man Ferguson ended. She pulled up beside him and offered him a ride home. Marcie had no idea why she stopped or why they stopped at the McDonald’s drive-thru for milkshakes. She then drove to a secluded lake front spot where she and Jason often made love before they were married.

Seducing a thirteen, going fourteen, year-old boy was unknown territory. This young stallion was some mother’s child, somebody’s baby, maybe still a virgin. His projection of innocence made her more wanton for him when she leaned over and kissed him, ravished his face. One hand held his head to hers; the other opened his pants and ventured inside. The excited boy suddenly wet in her hand.

Greg was still erect. Still holding his head to hers, she reached down and pulled off her panties from under her skirt. Quickly, she straddled the kid’s lap and guided his thick six-plus inch cock into her. Like a jockey riding a prized racehorse to the finish line, she rode him until he came a second time. During the fantastic ride, she had multiple orgasms feeling like the kinky high school girl that she never was.

“I’m not a fag, mister, I only do that stuff cuz Marcie likes it.” he groaned.

“I never said you were, kiddo.” Said Jason trying to ease the lad’s conscience. “I’m not a faggot either. --I just want a blowjob. It’ll be our little secret.”

“I gotta go now.” Greg said, standing up.

Jason was getting a little frustrated with the kid. It was time to play hardball with him.

 “Do you know Frankie Jenkins from school? You know, the all-star quarterback.” 

“What about him?” Greg replied with insolence, preparing to walk away whether he got his money or not.

“He’s my nephew. If a little birdie happened to tell him that you suck cock… well, he could make life a little tough on you and Paul, don't ya think? What do ya think he’d do if he knew he had a possible personal cocksucker; a young, up and coming young jock like you, at his beck and call?”

Greg stopped dead in his tracks, the look of fear almost made Jason regret the underhanded ploy. Jason actually had no idea who Frankie Jenkins was, other than Marcie casually mentioning him a few times as the school hero. Maybe she wanted to fuck him, too. For all he knew, maybe she had!

“Take off your shorts, Gregory, and come over here. I want you naked’”

Slowly the kid unbuttoned his cut-offs, began pulling down the fly but then hesitated. Jason almost came just looking at the sight of the boy’s light sparse bush revealed between the vee-opening of his shorts. Jason only had to reach an arm’s length to grab Greg’s arm and haul him over, relishing in his spontaneous decision to remove the tight fitting shorts himself.

With a great deal of effort, every inch his cut-offs moved down his hips exposed more and more shaft under the velvety tuft of pubes that Jason couldn’t resist a feel of. Some were just peeking from pores on his groin, others at various lengths confined to about three inches of his groin. A definite struggle, the boy’s plump ass was the resistance of the tight denim that finally ceded and revealed more cock. Another tug had all three inches of thin flaccid cut cock in his face. The shorts then fell easily to his ankles.

Jason’s right hand squeezed Greg’s satiny left buttock, followed by a finger up and down the damp crack, his puckered hole seemed to clench whenever he travelled that low. Not days ago would Jason have ever thought he would be seducing another guy, a nearly fourteen year old boy no less. He tongued the shaft and low hanging cherry-size orbs wrapped tight in a pink velvet sack, the scent of it all quite funky, unidentifiable, nonetheless intoxicating.

Jason was enthralled when the boy-dick began to react to the oral stimulation. He dared not touch his own hair-trigger cock, feeling the orgasm brewing in his nuts ready at any second to volcano up his shaft. Whenever he was making love to Marcie and in order to prolong ejaculation he thought about drowning kittens, strangling puppies, his grandmother, anything to prolong orgasm. However, the reality of the moment was all he could concentrate on. Five plus inches of boy cock in his mouth and a saliva wet finger working into the tight rectum up to the second knuckle was too much ecstasy and caused him to erupt.

It was a minor setback he regretted. Usually he would lose sexual interest, shrink up inside Marcie or roll off her onto his back, spent. But Jason was still aroused. He was at half-mast not moments later and after playing with it, he was hard again.

“Oh fuck!” Greg exclaimed, Jason knew then that he had found the whereabouts of the boy’s g-spot. His knees buckled and quivered, Jason thought Greg would fall down and then he came. Jason had a lot to learn about early warnings. Greg’s cock pulsed several times and released a torrent that hit the back of his throat unexpectedly causing him to choke. But, as inexperienced as he was, he got control again in an instant and happily sucked away until the final drop. Jason had given his first blowjob, swallowed his first load of fresh boy cum, and, had his first taste of cum other than his own. His was bitter; Greg’s was bittersweet.

Jason kept what might have been one or two ejaculates in his mouth. He enjoyed the sensations of rolling his tongue over the pasty substance. It was now his turn. Jason forced Greg to his knees without a word spoken. Not that the kid was a practiced cocksucker but he knew what was expected of him. He wrapped the thick cock in his hand and went down on the leaking head without being pressured. Jason sat back in his patio chair and enjoyed the five-minutes of bliss; he didn’t even try to stave off orgasm. Without giving the kid any notice, he reached up, pulled his head into his crotch and pumped what had to be one of the largest loads of his life down the kids wide open throat.

Jason had held the kids head tight until he knew the last of his load had been swallowed. Once he let Greg go, he watched as the boy struggled to pull his shorts on and said, “You can fuck Marcie anytime you want from now on with my blessing

as long as you come back tomorrow with Paul. I want to fuck his ass while you fuck mine. --Deal? Jason couldn’t believe the words coming out of his mouth as he continued to savour the taste of the boy’s cum on his tongue.

On hearing Jason’s request, Greg thought that it was better to sacrifice Paul’s ass over his, quickly agreed. He knew that Paul would do anything Greg told him to. And, as far as fucking the man up the ass went, he was intrigued by it. After all, it was better to fuck this man up the ass on the Q.T. than having all-star quarterback Frankie Jenkins turning him into the school locker-room whore.

That night in bed, Jason insisted on a blowjob from his wife. The very thought of him having had his cock in her young lover’s mouth hours before turned him on immensely. She most certainly would have got off knowing what he and the kid did, however, she had her secrets and now he had his. As far as he was concerned, Marcie could bring all the boys home to bed as she pleased, pussy-whipped, easily seduced, guilty boys. He was hooked on boy cock wondering why this craving never surfaced until then.

“The boys are coming over today to help me clean out the garage.” he casually mentioned over breakfast. “It’s about time we trash all that shit in the loft; we never seem to miss anything that’s boxed up, so time to get rid of it. I want to make it into a study for myself, ya know, for my business.”

“Wonderful idea, hon.” She replied. “The den can finally be used as a spare bedroom, and not your man cave!” she laughed.

Greg and Paul arrived at noon. Marcie made a fuss over them fixing them lunch. “What the hell,” Jason thought, let her have them for a while. He winked at Greg and went out to return the video rentals and get a long overdue oil change. The pimply faced teen was reading a magazine when Jason walked in; the bells over the door announced his entry.

The kid was hardly interested in the customer but took a second glance and immediately recognized the hunky man from Friday evening. He bolted upright. “Hey, dude.” he managed to say, “Enjoy the movies?”

Jason overlooked the acne problem and saw a rather cute young man. He noticed the kid’s stylish hair which had been buzzed at the sides and spiked on top a few inches. He looked to be only sixteen but knew he had to be 18 to work the porn store. Frankie, the name tag said.

“Yes, Frankie, I did” Jason dared to hold up the bi-porn and said, “Especially this one.”

Freddie looked at what the man held in front of his nose, blushed and stuttered, “One of mmmy fffavorites, too!”

Jason had suddenly found a depth of courage from somewhere. He felt he had nothing to lose, asking, “You have ‘back in ten minutes’ sign to place on the door?”

Frankie’s eyes lit up, the handsome man was coming on to him. “No, I have one that says 20 minutes, though.”

Neither said a word as Frankie put the sign on the door, locked it and then led the man to a back storage room where he got on his knees and opened the man’s shorts as fast as his shaking hands could manage. He was happy to find him not wearing any underwear. Just as Frankie got the top button opened and the zipper part of the way down, Jason slipped his hands behind the kids head and drew his nose into his exposed bush.  For Frankie the intoxicating smell of Jason’s crotch was like an aphrodisiac. After he let the kneeling boy get his fill, he let him pull down the zipper the rest of the way and slowly pull out the already erect and beautiful piece of manhood. 

Frankie had had sex with a few of the male customers in the back of his father’s store; however, the man standing before him he thought to be a blond Adonis. He’d even jerked off that Friday night in bed thinking about him. As he knelt before this living sculptured sex symbol of manhood he did not believe his good fortune that dreams can and do come true.

Jason couldn’t believe his luck either. He had to ask, “How old are you?”

The garbled, cock stuffed mouth replied, “Eighteen.” Jason seriously doubting the answer countered that response by asking the question again. “Fifteen, almost sixteen.” the kid admitted, taking a brief time out from devouring the meaty cock to explain something about his dad taking chances employing him.

Jason didn’t give a sweet fuck about the kid’s dad cutting labour costs. The fact that the boy was fifteen made things all the more raunchy for him. “You like it up the ass?” he asked blatantly.

Frankie suddenly stood, pulled down his jeans and underwear and bent over a stack of boxes without saying a word. Jason was taken by surprise. He really didn’t know how to proceed so reached around to hold the boy’s smallish, erect warm cock and balls. But instinct quickly gave way; after all man has been fucking man since the dawn of time. He spit on his palm, placed the head against the beautiful boy pucker and the rest was history, Jason had fucked and creamed his first boy ass, and he loved every moment of it. He spun the boy around, told him to jerk off and watched as the kid spewed five gobs of pearly white cum on the floor. What a waste, Jason later reminisced. However, he knew there would be a next time, and a next time again after that. This kid was his for the taking.

Jason returned home about two hours later to find the boys and Marcie around the patio table having vodka coolers. She wore her red bikini; the boys wore no shirts, socks or shoes. Surely, he hoped. Marcie would take care to make sure that he would not find the items scattered around his bedroom. He detected a hint of disappointment upon his arrival, their giggles ceased, Greg’s eyes lowered, showing his shame or was it guilt? They had fucked Marcie as sure as he was standing there. He smiled at the ever bubbly Marcie; Jason had his own secrets.

After Marcie had left for her regular Saturday afternoon visit to the nursing home, Jason had the boys carrying heavy boxes down the fifteen-stairs from the garage loft and placing them in the box of his old Chevy ½ ton to be taken to the local dump. The 1958 truck was his pride and joy since the age of sixteen when his grandfather had given it to him for his birthday. Jason attended ‘show & shines’ when he had the time to show off the well looked after original model. He had taken great care to search for the hard to find original parts over the years when they were needed.

He was proud of the fact that he lost his virginity to a girl that year on the leather bench seat at a drive-in movie theatre with his best friend David crouched in the tight rear storage area behind the seat watching. Jason remembered clearly when they switched places and David struggling to put on Jason’s used condom, the only one they had and shared. He remembered his fifteen year-old best bud’s impressive cock, the first and last time he ever seen another boy erect. Maybe it was then that he had his first thought of infatuation with boy cock but it was quickly dismissed.

An old double mattress leaned against the loft wall. There was just enough room made to lower it flat, Jason stripped naked and lay on it stroking his overly hard shaft waiting for the boys to run up the stairs and see him. Jason was taking awful chances lately. The tryst with Greg, followed by his forthright approach on Frankie, somehow knowing the boy wanted him, and how easy it was getting the certainly experienced kid. Jason wasn’t worried about Greg, he would do as he was told. Paul, however, was an uncertainty. How would he react to the naked man lying on the mattress playing with himself.

Jason didn’t have to wonder too long. Both boys stood frozen at the top of the stairs, Paul’s jaw agape. Something told Jason that Greg had pre-warned Paul that the gig was up, the man somehow knew everything about them were doing with his wife. Greg stood there with a smirk on his face as if expecting something would eventually happen, and it did.

Staring at Greg, he asked, “Did ya’s fuck Marcie while I was out and gave you the chance?” Greg shook his head affirmatively, “Then it’s my turn to get fucked, I guess.” Jason tossed a small bottle of ‘Glide’ lube to the end of the mattress, rolled over on his stomach with his ass in the air and said, “Fuck me, Greg. . . . Paul, take your shorts off and get your ass up here so I can blow ya!”

Jason might have been the submissive one, however, he maintained control. He was still in charge as the boys obeyed. He looked over his shoulder to see them pulling down their shorts, Greg crawled up the mattress, Paul showed his goods at the head of the bed, his erect uncut four-inch cock standing at the ready when he settled with his back against the headboard. Yes, he had definitely been briefed on what to expect.

It hurt. It hurt a lot. Jason had to tell Greg to go easy, slow down, use more lube. The boy was only slightly larger than the dildo, but he had control then. He wondered how he so easily slid into Frankie at the video store, who never complained and appreciated a good fucking. Experience, that had to be it. Frankie had probably been fucked many times, for many years. Hell, maybe his own father broke him in, anyone who owns a porn store must be kinky; a third of the store’s gay orientation spoke for itself, didn’t it?

Greg had planted himself to the max. Jason felt the boy’s groin mashed against his ass. It was time to service the neglected young cock staring him in the face that he feared he might have bitten off while he adjusted to his first fucking with teeth clenched. Like the dildo, things started to take a positive turn. Pain slowly turned to pleasure, then more pleasure. Jason was meeting Greg’s thrusts, clenching his anus at every reverse motion fearing the dick would plop out, which it did several times until Greg got his rhythm down to a near miss, Jason’s prostate unbelievably sensing the erotic stimulation gliding over it.

Several times he forgot about Paul when he reared his head back in bliss but he would always go back down on the boy’s cock with fervour. Jason came on the mattress, barely even hard. Getting fucked had to be the greatest sexual experience of his life. Once Greg had bred him, he maintained control over Greg by having Paul fuck him. He came again sucking Greg’s flaccid cock back to life for another hard fucking. Paul’s cock was sweet, but Greg’s was a heavenly delight.

Greg and Paul brought more boys to the house as they were selected by Marcie. The amazing thing was that Marcie never caught on to Jason’s game. She had good taste, and Jason secretly enjoyed them all up his ass or in his mouth thanks to Greg who couldn’t believe his own good fortune. Every Saturday morning Jason fucked Freddie at the store and sometimes during the week after work if he was horny. They had quickies in the back room if the store was busy. And over time, just as he thought, he had found out that the boy’s father and his uncle had been fucking him since the age of six.

Jason soon tossed the strap on cock and all its accessories. He had the real thing at his beck and call and, like his aversion to jerking off, never had to revert back. Boys were always plentiful in his garage loft/den. The cell phone cameras were a wonderful thing as was Marcie’s pussy in keeping them interested.

Life was good, his late discovery of boys, --mind blowing.

The End

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