Date: Mon, 2 Aug 2010 10:01:02 -0700 (PDT) From: Raj Pepper Subject: A Very Young Man's Summer Job, 1962, PART 2 1962. Unobserved, the new kid at the hardware store is amazed to see his co workers sucking cock, and wonders... MMMm, 1st Disclaimer. If you are under 18, do not read this story. If erotic fiction is illegal where you are, leave this site. See author's notes at the end, if you like. ___________________________________________________________ HARDWARE STORE HELPER, First Week, 1962, Part 2 Everyone has that moment when sex becomes real, that week, that month where what had been abstract pictures in old magazines tucked away and stories overheard in the locker room become sweat, pounding hearts and rasping breath, wide eyed with wild smiles and full of passions that one didn't even realized existed until that moment. This was the first week of that journey for me, and I couldn't see it coming... ___________________________________________________ HARDWARE STORE HELPER, First Week, 1962, Part 2 Friday night was card night, at least once every three or four weeks, where the employees and the boss, and sometimes other former employees, got together for various games of poker. No real gambling was allowed, though I heard that Mr. Miller made the occasional side bet with old friends. Miller would pay for a sack of burgers from the corner lunch counter, and though ice cold beers were enjoyed by the older guys, the summer help was NEVER allowed to drink, an iron clad rule. It was always a short evening, but one of those Miller's Hardware traditions that everybody treasured. My mom had said OK even before my first week started, and so after work we headed next door to Ed's apartment above Tulane's sewing shop. It was a surprisingly spacious apartment, built when business owners lived above their establishments. Cale headed towards the bathroom to take a shower, which I thought sounded unusual, but Ed said it was a tradition. That after working hard all week, we all had a shower before we settled in to play cards. As I watched, wide eyed, a naked Cale came out of the bathroom, drying off, and got dressed. No one else seemed to notice, and I figured this is all part of what grown men do in the company of other grown men. He took our orders and went for burgers and cokes, and Mr. Miller lit a big fire in the fireplace that someone had prepared beforehand. The heat seemed way up already, but the fire seemed really nice. I was filled with an excitement that is hard to describe, knowing that all these guys either suck cocks or like to have their cocks sucked, and it was no mystery to figure out that this was where they really let loose. No one made any indication that this was the plan, but here we all were, and I knew there was going to be some amazing man play. As Cale left, Miller rose quickly, smiled at me and went towards the shower. "C'mon, I'll show you where everything is." and I followed like a grinning puppy. The bathroom was also roomy, with 1930s tile two thirds of the way up the walls. The radiator was blasting, and Mr. Miller laughed as he unbuttoned his shirt. "Don't just stand there, get those clothes off!" This seemed like the most natural conversation and action, and yet we both knew I'd just sucked my first dick, HIS dick, and we were about to be naked in front of each other. I flew out of my clothes, pulling pants off in a flash and keeping half an eye on Miller. His body was like a tank, not a cartoon body builder, just a solid block of man. My body was handsome, and I thought it was pretty grown up, but I really looked like a teenager next to what I might become. There was no denying how exciting all this grown up man play was to me, and my cock sprung out fully at attention right in front of him. There was no hiding it. He looked down at it and smiled a bigger smile then, as he stepped out of his underwear, I could see once again the first dick I'd ever put in my mouth. It seemed about three quarters hard, and swung out ahead of him like... like an elephant's trunk! I reached out and felt its weight in my hand as he leaned forward, turned on the shower, felt the water, then put a gentle muscular hand on my shoulder and led me in. He stepped right in after me, and there was just enough room for us to move around while being in constant contact with each other, our dicks bumping and sliding across each others bodies, me grinning from ear to ear, him taking the soap and soaping me quickly, both his hands washing my cock and balls, then my ass cheeks and deep, surprisingly deep into the crack of my ass, almost roughly, then he handed me the soap. I rubbed it all over him, quickly, just amazed at the muscular bulk, then my hands were all over his cock and balls, soaping, lathering. "That's enough for now," he said in his laughing yet stern way, then spun me and rinsed me thoroughly with his big hands in a flurry of motion that made me laugh, and shoved me gently out onto the bathmat. He was standing next to me drying us both with a big towel a few seconds later. Cale and Ed were at the big square coffee table, arranging drinks and burgers to leave room for card playing. There were two big comfy chairs with broad flat arms and a sofa to match forming a bigger square around the table. "Anyone else coming tonight?" Ed asked, and Mr. Miller smiled and shook his head no. The game was poker, and I wasn't the least bit fazed when it became clear right away that it was to be strip poker, but we played all sorts of variations of poker hands to get undressed. Everyone took a turn dealing, even me, and everyone lost their clothes while just talking about the most regular things. That part still cracks me up after all these years. I KNEW that I was going to probably suck the cock of at least one and maybe both of my coworkers, and I KNEW that tonight was absolutely going to be the night I first got my dick sucked by SOMEBODY, and yet we were talking about the upcoming baseball season and what was on Ed Sullivan! I was shaking again, even though I was trying not to, and Cale asked if I was cold. It was that noticeable. "No, just excited I think." I said, then couldn't believe I'd said something acknowledging what we were doing, after all the normal guy chit chat.. I was naked now in one of the big, broad armed stuffed chairs, and lost another hand. "You don't have anything else to take off." said Ed, grinning in the low light of the room, the fireplace lighting his big smile from the side. "So what do I do?" I asked. You have to answer a question, any question we can dream up, or you have to do something we tell you to do. "I guess I'll do something, if you want," I said through a grin so wide my face muscles hurt. "Lean back and let us see you stretch your cock." I did as I was told and Ed and Cale leaned in for a better look. Miller leaned back and just smiled. "Nice" said Cale, and I puffed up with young mannish pride that he liked my cock. It was hot in my hand, and I stroked faster, but there was a chorus of "Slow down!" As each of them lost the rest of their clothes, I stared at their cocks as they finally appeared, popping out of briefs and boxers, hard. Ed went to the kitchen and I loved seeing his dick swing as he walked back to the table. I looked up at his face from his long dick, and he was smiling from ear to ear as he sat back down, Mr. Miller leaned back and pulled his big ball sack forward, then let it flop on the cushion. I lost another hand and he asked me right out loud "So, when was the first time you sucked a dick?" Cale and Ed were both stroking their meat and smiling as I said "Never... before yesterday!" and they all laughed. A real, full, loud laugh, but good natured, as if I was fully a part of the merriment and not the brunt of the joke. I was red faced but smiling, and said "Ask me when I first got my cock sucked?" Cale asked, and I told them all, somewhat loudly, "Never!" They all laughed, a little incredulous this time, but friendly. "Tonight, that will change'" laughed Miller, "but first, I want you to show both boys what a natural you are. Can you show them both at the same time?" "Sure!" was all I said. They were sitting next to each other on the sofa, and I quickly moved the table away to make some room and got on my knees in front of them. "Show me your dicks!" I commanded quietly, a breathy sound in my voice that surprised me. Both of them leaned back, spread their legs and stretched their cocks towards me. My eyes were wide, and Miller moved over and sat on the arm of the sofa to watch. "Go ahead boy, show them what you showed me." I practically pounced on Cale's cock, slipping my fingers and then my whole hand around it, moving my hand up and down the length of his dick, feeling everything about it, staring at it as I stroked, leaning closer and closer. I was, without any sort of plan or technique, just naturally pulling it towards my mouth as I leaned over it, but instead of slurping it right in, I started to lick the head and the tip, and looked around. Everyone was watching, all smiling and intensely watching, all full of this man energy that I'd fully tapped into. I lowered my head as his hips slid forward more to accommodate me. It pushed right in and fit in my mouth so much better than Mr. Miller's, and it was so much easier to suck. I bobbed my head up and down and swirled sideways as I raised and lowered my head. Opening my eyes, I could see Miller's face close by, and his voice was quiet but intense and sharp as he whispered "That's right, just like that." I was more excited now with this approval from Mr. Miller, and moaned without meaning to, it just came out. Cale moaned, too. Then I took my mouth off and leaned back, stroking the spit covered shaft while I looked. I was just like mine, only bigger with lots more hair. I caressed his balls with my left hand, then grabbed his cock again with both hands and really started sucking like a boy possessed with this new power of being a great cocksucker. I liked the taste of it, the look of it, the feel of it in my mouth. I liked the fresh soapy smell of it as my nose landed in his freshly showered cock hair. My left hand reached over and sought out Ed's dick, and I stroked it while I sucked and sucked and sucked on Cale. I don't think it was back in my mouth for more that two minutes when he started to buck and grabbed my head. His jizz popped off in my mouth, a nice mouthful like my own jizm at home, and I let out a moan at the same time he did. I didn't stop, and he was really shaking and tensing and squirming on the sofa as I swirled his come around inside my mouth with my tongue while continuing to give his dick head a workover at the same time, then I raised my lips up and off his pulsing cock and looked up. Everybody was grinning huge grins, me included. "Good?" "Great!" he answered, and I could feel Ed sliding more forward. I looked at Mr. Miller and he nodded his approval as I shifted over and took Ed's cock into my mouth. It was almost as thick and a clearly a little longer than Cale's. The skin was a little looser. The foreskin that I'd seen in the bathroom at work had completely disappeared. "Boy," Mr. Miller said, "You watch Cale suck my big dick while you suck on Eddie's long cock." Cale stood up and Miller sat next to Ed, then Cale was on the floor on his knees next to me. He leaned in for a few seconds and lifted Ed's leg a little, then licked the side of Ed's dick and his balls while I sucked on just he tip. Then he leaned back over and started to work on Mr. Miller's organ. I paused for a moment and watched, then leaned over and Cale pointed Miller's cock towards me. I knew what to do in an instant and slipped my mouth over the tip, then slid my open mouth over the whole head, then it popped back out and I worked Ed's dick even more intensely, bobbing up and down, high up on my knees, leaning way over, my hands now on the top of his thighs, just using my rocking body and my furiously sucking mouth to control the action. I felt Ed's hands run up and through my hair, then hold my head. It wasn't a tough hold, just a hold. His hips pushed up more and more intensely as he held my head. I was thinking he probably wants to make sure I stay sucking while he comes, and I pushed my head down and down further as I bobbed, clearly ready for a load of hot jizm. He pumped and I bobbed. He held my head, and then he pushed down just a little as my eyes teared up with a long, slender cock at the back of my mouth and at the top of my throat. I didn't let it slow me down and sucked and sucked as I felt spurts of jizz hit the back of my throat. His hands clenched on my head as he pumped his hips and shot off into my slurping mouth, but he didn't push down any further. His twitching slowed and eventually his now crazy grip on my head relaxed. His cock slipped out of my mouth as I looked over at Cale and Mr. Miller. Cale was sucking Miller's big meaty tube, but both of them were staring at me. I smiled a huge smile, and so did they. Cale was gliding his mouth up and down Miller's cock, and Mr. Miller had a hand resting on his head. Then he stopped everybody and everything and said we all had to move to the bed. There was a full size bed set up in the corner as another sofa, with bolsters and other pillows, the kind of thing you use as a guest bed when company stays over. Ed and Cale practically jumped up. It was funny, and we all headed to the bed, with Ed draping his arm over my shoulder as we moved along. You boys both watch as I give our summer help his first blow job. I fell back on the bed, and Miller pushed me up until my head was on the pillows Cale and Ed placed right in the middle. "You watch," he said and then got on his knees between my legs and lowered his head. He ran his tongue from the bottom of my balls to the tip of my cock head, then wrapped his fingers around it and squeezed his big mitt of a hand around it. Ed stuffed two more pillows and a bolster behind my head so I was practically sitting all the way up and could really see, then Miller lowered his head, the tip of his big tongue licking the tip of my cock where it popped out of his fist. Then I looked at Ed and Cale who'd moved up on either side of me, both of them on their knees, jerking their cocks close to my face. Then I felt it, finally, a mouth on my dick. He'd let his hand slip away and was all mouth and lips and tongue. It was so amazing I could have screamed, but instead I made some sort of high pitched sighing moan as my hands dug into the bedspread on either side of me. Miller slurped up and down as Ed and Cale got even closer on their knees of either side of me and leaned forward. I looked at Cale's dick jerking off an inch from my face and it looked almost exactly like my cock when I sucked myself, just bigger, the head a real crown like mine sloping back to a mushroom back. I rolled my hips with my cock in Miller's mouth again and again, and stuck out my tongue to touch Cale's meat. He hunched forward just as I strained my neck towards it and it was in my mouth again, his knuckles slapping at my one check as he jerked it. Mr. Miller's expert mouth felt so good and I was so overwhelmed with cock that I let out such a strong moaning sound, broken up by my quivering breath and mouthful of dick, that the sound was like a completely different person. I turned my head to suck the other flapping cock, which went right in as we both strained to make it happen. My hips were rolling almost violently and my sucking and thrusting were almost out of control. I wanted and needed these cocks to keep pushing and slamming and poking and thrusting as I furiously shook and sucked at the same time. My grunts were like an animal, and the pace was like a bucking bronco. Suddenly I lost focus on sucking as my eyes rolled back up into my head and my hands ran up across the back of Miller's head, my fingers going up through his short, course hair. My breath was all over the place as I shook in full convulsions of a total explosion of pleasure, pulling Miller's head down on my cock as I finally shot off my first load into someone else's mouth besides my own! I bucked and twitched and shot and clenched his head and gasped and grunted and moaned, feet digging in and hips slamming on the bed, shoulders and head raising up and whamming back onto the pillows. As I came back to some sort of consciousness from the mountain top plateau of ecstasy where I'd rocketed to at full throttle, I saw the furiously pumping cock of Cale still bumping against my lips as he shot a second load at my face, some missing and splashing my lips and chin as he tried to get the head into my mouth again. I tried to open up wide to get it all, but it happened so fast, most of it after the first splashes making it into my mouth . Cale stretched a big dollop and smeared it across my lower lip. I half swallowed, still shaking, still clutching Miller's head and convulsing in post come waves, and turned without even thinking about it as Ed got the end of his long cock into my mouth. I stretched my neck to reach it. I wasn't done yet and I wanted as much as Ed was going to give, right now. His hand was pumping furiously and he shot off again almost instantly, me reaching and stretching to get more than half of his beautiful dick into my mouth. His come flew across my tongue and into my mouth as I held on with my lips and swirled the come around inside my mouth before swallowing. I was gasping, my whole body still lurching in a big rolling rhythm, never for a second anything less than crazy enthusiastic for that dick. For all of them. All of them together. The pushing and slamming and sucking and slurping. The come. My come. Their come. The tastes. The sweat. I was drenched in sweat. Miller moved up the bed, tilted my head back in a strong, manly way. Not rough, not frightening. Just strongly and manly, and he licked Cale's jizz off my sweating neck as my chest still heaved from the workout. I was like a rag doll in his beefy arms, and it was all just right. Then he swung his bulk around until his giant cock has hanging over my face, kicking the pillows away as he arranged himself. Still shaking, still panting, still convulsing, I opened my mouth and the end of his big flesh tube just fell into my mouth. I could hear Ed and Cale saying something quiet yet excited about what was happening, but I couldn't really hear what they were saying as I groaned and slurped, my neck moving my head further up as Mr. Miller's organ filled my mouth, then my head relaxing against the bed as he just let more of it lower into my mouth. Only part of it would fit in, but I sucked like crazy, his ball sack tickling my nose. Then I felt Miller's lips close on my dick again. If it was possible, it felt even better than before, the angle being perfect for my cock to his mouth. I hadn't realized until his lips closed around it that my cock was still hard, even though I'd just come like a wild beast. It was clear I was starting to choke on his sausage, so he flipped us over with me on top, as easy as if I was a toy. I was in awe of his amazing strength. He buried my dick to its hilt in his mouth and grabbed my ass cheeks in his strong hands. I was surprised, but it felt great as my cheeks parted in the hot room. I slurped his dick now in a way that I instantly knew was better than before, as I had better control and could really see and feel and taste and smell as I pleased, pausing to look, then shutting my eyes and plunging down again. I felt Miller's big fingers on my ass cheeks, kneading them and stretching them apart, his big muscled stubby fingers deep in the spread crack, touching my asshole and the area all around it, tough, strong motions, yet gentle, yet very firm and strong. I moved my hips towards his probing fingers without even realizing what I was doing, and his middle finger pushed around right at the entrance to my ass. I moved my asshole against his big finger as he continued to roughly knead my cheeks, pulling them apart, stretching them, not uncomfortable at all, it just added to this whirlwind of excitement as I sucked his big cock. I knew Cale and Ed were watching, and I wanted this to be a real show of how good I was at eating this big baloney dick. My body was still shivering and shaking, and I couldn't seem to stop it, but I didn't care. Shaking or not, I was sucking this dick which had been my first dick, which I loved as my first dick, sucking in a way that was much better than the first time. Not more exciting, though it was just as exciting as the first time, but better that I could do it the way I really wanted to. Better because I was part of a roughly playing circle of real men, and I was just as good as they were. I was in control of the action in a much more complete way. I had my left hand on the bed holding me up, and my right hand holding his fleshy tube as my whole upper body raised and lowered as I sucked. His whole midsection was rhythmically rolling, slowly, and I could feel he was close to coming as suddenly I felt his now grease covered finger enter my ass, not just straight in and out but pulling from the sides as it went in and out, stretching my asshole. I wasn't expecting that but it felt so good while I was both getting my knob polished and had the cock of my dreams in my mouth that I started to come, my cock as far into Mr. Miller's mouth as it could go. As his fingers moved and my hips and asshole moved to meet them, and my cock shot a stream into the back of his throat, his hips started to buck and my mouth on his dick was out of control. All the ecstasy I felt in my cock and balls and ass moved to my mouth as I bucked uncontrollably and met his hip movement with my head and mouth and lips. He went rigid as a stone, but a stone that was in a violent earthquake as his come blasted into my mouth. Like before, it was one full blast that I swallowed quickly, a second big shot rushing in even as I swallowed the first. His one hand left my cheeks and grabbed the back of my head, not pushing me further down, just sort of holding me in place as he bucked. There were sounds coming out of both of us. Sweat was rolling off of me and rolling off of him in the hot room as I slid over his bulky, muscle bound body, drenched, my leg still entwined with his solid arm, my hand still on his oozing cock. After what only seemed like a minute or two, Miller announced quietly that there is one more thing to try. A real man's workout. I sat up, leaning on one arm, smiling, bright as a light bulb, and looked at the three of them. Let's do it, I said, not knowing in the least what it would be, but sure it was something else to do with their dicks and this new man play I was now a part of... Get on your hands and knees here, Mr. Miller and the boys got me situated right in the center of the bed, then Cale got on his knees in front of me, his half hard cock pointed at my face. Should I suck Cale again I asked, and all three laughed a good natured yes. Miller moved up into a relaxed position next to Cale to watch and I could see that Ed was on his knees behind me, and sure enough, I felt his hands settle onto my hips. Cale slid down on the bed, and I lowered my upper body, my open mouth zeroing right in on his cock. Ed's hands held my hips up in back, then he lowered his upper body and I got another total surprise. He pulled my ass cheeks apart and stuck his face in my crack, then his tongue right up my ass. I wasn't expecting it, and more than that, I wouldn't have dreamed it would feel as good as it did. It did. I let out another sort of high pitched Oh sound and after a minute, without thinking, pressed my ass back to meet his tongue. My ass was up and my face was down with Cale's cock deep in my mouth, all the way in, and could feel it getting harder as my mouth held it tightly. Take a hold of Cale's cock, Miller said softly, practically in my ear. I pulled my mouth off and grabbed it with one hand. Take a look at it, and I did as I stroked it towards me. Suck it some more, and I did, Now look at it again, and I leaned off of it and looked as I stroked. Miller was grinning and stroking his cock, and Cale's tongue working my ass was making me feel a little crazy. Do you like Cale's dick? Yes, I do. Do you like the feel of it? Yes, I do. Do you like to suck on it? Yes, yes I do, and I leaned forward and sucked it some more. If Cale's cock was in your ass, it would feel so good you can't even imagine. Do you want Cale's cock in your ass? My ass was gyrating already with Ed's tongue in it while I played and sucked Cale's now cast iron tool. I was going crazy with cock lust and I knew it, and I liked it. Yes, I said quietly. Yes what? Yes I want him to, I said as Ed spread my cheeks and kneaded them and tongued my ass furiously. Yes, you want him to what, Miller said quietly, smiling and stroking his cock. I looked right at him, a cock drunk smile on my face mixed with obvious overwhelming passion for even more dick, sweat beading all over my brow in the hot apartment, my hand around Cale's dick, stroking it. I stared at Miller's face, and then just stared at his hand stroking that big dick, my breath starting to heave as my ass gyrated and my mouth lay open on Cale's dick, my wet forehead on his stomach muscles, head turned to face Miller and his cock. I lowered my face onto Cale's cock and said, breathily, through a mouthful of young man dick, Yes, I want him to put his cock in my ass. As I said it I almost collapsed forward, sucking the dick I knew was about the plow my ass, pushing my asshole further onto Ed's tongue. I'll get your ass ready said Miller and he was around back of me probing and stretching with thickly greased fingers. My hips rolled with his touch and as his fingers, first one and then two greased manly muscle fingers stretched the edges of my hole and moved in and out, my asshole totally relaxed. Ed was now next to me and Cale, slathering some sort of ointment onto Cale's cock right in front of my face. My whole body was moving as my breath came in pants and spurts, Miller's fingers really working my asshole and Cale's dick being jerked by Ed so the tip was actually touching my lower lip. I was like a sweating animal and said Put Cale's cock in. Put it in. Right now. In. In my ass. Cale jumped out of the way and went around behind me as Ed pulled my arms forward. I collapsed with my face on his belly as he leaned back. I could feel Mr. Miller's fingers back out of my ass as they spread my cheeks, then finally, I could feel the tip of Cale's cock at my hole. He moved his greased cock around my greased hole, sliding it up and down the crack, then back to the hole where it probed. I stumbled further forward onto Ed and spread my knees wider on the bed, cheeks up and pointing at his meat. In. Put it in. Cale slipped the head in and there was no resistance, my hole had already been well prepared. He pulled out a little and then slid in more, then out a little and then in even more. My ass felt filled with dick, a brand new feeling, and I was in love with it. His hips moved in a swirl and then I could feel him slide in, totally greased, to the hilt. Pushing back with my hands on the bed, my ass was totally full of cock for the first time, and I felt pressure and a full feeling, but it didn't hurt at all, just filled me up as I pressed back to get every bit of it in as far as it would go. I exhaled a long sweaty moan, and then he started to move in and out of me. Ed moved back further so that my face was on his cock, but I was too distracted to suck it. Cale pulled out and pushed in and my hips moved back hard to get him as far in as his cock would go on every forward stroke. Again. Again deep. All the way in I gave my ass a wiggle and a grind as I pushed back and Cale and I both moaned. Ed was holding my shoulders and I started to let my mouth open for his cock. Cale picked up his pace and I matched him stroke for stroke. I moved my knees together a little which raised my hips even higher and the whole thing took on a feel like we were playing bucking broncos or some other cowboy game. I was grunting now, I could hear me, with each slam in of his dick, grunting again and again at the end of each stroke, as he buried deep and I met each one pushing up. He was grinding and slamming now, and I was grinding back. His cock was in my ass, but he wasn't fucking me. WE were fucking each other. Both of us were making gutteral man sounds, grunts, groans, and then he tensed up and pushed in hard. I pushed back and clenched and held on and swirled my ass as he drove deep and held it, then seemed to lift himself up and forward, with me impaled on his cock as we both slid forward and Ed scrambled to get out of the way. He held that position for what seemed like a minute, us almost fozen in a total fuck tension, then he collapsed on top of me. As I turned my head, my breath and Cale's breath met just inches away from each other. Is everybody done in, or do you want to try one more thing? I heard Miller say quietly after a minute or two. My eyes opened and I was looking right into his face. I was smiling, and he was smiling. There was nothing, nothing about me that was too tired to keep going. Would you like to have Ed up your ass? Yes. I said while still breathing hard. Yes, I would like Ed up my ass with his dick. Mr. Miller smiled and said This time you'll lay on your back. It will, I swear, feel even better. Even if you can't imagine that it could or would feel better, I'm letting you know it will. I rolled over and three sets of hands positioned me on the bed. Miller was on his knees below me and rolled my legs up over my head, then wiped my backside with a steaming hot towel that appeared from nowhere. Ed now had his dick near my face and I opened my mouth to start to suck it again. Then Miller started to tongue my hole while my legs were up in the air, but it was like he was eating it for dinner. Cale greased Ed's cock in front of my face just as Ed had greased Cale's earlier. Cale stretched the greased cock down towards my face and my tongue pushed in and played with his piss slit. My hips were moving with Mr. Miller' mouth, and it did feel better than I would have ever imagined. Then Miller's face rose up and he said Do you like Ed's long cock? I said yes, and turned again and tongued Ed's slit. Where do you want his cock? In my ass. Filling up my ass. OK laughed Miller and everyone switched positions again. My legs stayed up and Ed's greasy cock head was at my hole in a second. He pushed in a little, then pulled out, then pushed further. My hole was so greased by Cale's come and all the cream or ointment, and everything was so loose from Miller's tongue that it just started to slide in deeper with each stroke. He didn't have to push, just slide in, out a little, slide in further, out a little, in way further. It felt different than when Cale fucked me from the back. It felt different in a way that went right to my cock like electricity. Each stroke in made my dick jump and tingle and pulse. Each time his dick slammed into my asshole, a rush ran up my cock from the base of my cock inside my ass to the tip, and I was crazy with excitement from it. I moved my hips to maximize the feeling and Cale started a steady movement, in and out. I wrapped my legs around his slender frame and he started to really thrust his long slender cock up my ass, then threw my legs back up in the air and started to screw my ass like crazy. Miller lay down next to me at an angle that gave me a way to play with and lick his beautiful meat while Cale fucked me like a greased piston, and I did suck it and stroke it as part of my total cock immersion, but it didn't get my full concentration. I was enjoying this cock plowing my ass too much and the movement was really shaking the whole bed too much to be as good a cocksucker as I now knew I was. Ed changed his rhythm to a slow steady roll that I could still feel all the way up my dick with every stroke, but now it was like slow motion rolls of pure pleasure. It felt like I was coming a little with every stroke, and I took my face off of Mr. Miller's dick to look down at the action. Cale's greased dick was flying in and out of my ass as my feet were up over his shoulders, and I could see it disappearing into me, over and over. My cock was drooling a steady ooze of come, and the vision of all that was almost too much for me. I couldn't help myself, I just grabbed my cock and started to slide both hands up and down it. He sped up his grinding motion and I a yelled out an Oh noise and started to shoot more jizz onto my stomach. As Ed saw this he let my legs down to either side of him and slammed up violently into my asshole a few more strokes and tensed up. His strokes slowed but continued as he went rigid and my hand pumped my come covered dick. Oh. Oh. I was almost barking and my head flipped back and forth from side to side. I had completely forgotten about Mr. Miller's dick or anything else. I was all come and all cock. I was a giant come, panting and breathing in crazy staccato sounds. I rolled over and crawled up a few feet and lay there panting on my stomach. Muffled, breathy words were coming out of my mouth. Mr. Miller's cock. I want Miller's cock up my ass. No, its too big, I heard Miller say and then I heard Ed and Cale say the same thing. Put it in me. In my ass, now. More grease on it, then in my hole. My face was talking down into the bed, and my ass was grinding up into the air. I felt movement on the bed, and Miller was now in front of me, with Ed and Cale greasing up his dick. Put it in my ass I said, and I clutched the bedspread as I looked at it. They were really greasing it up like crazy, to the point it was making sloppy sliding noises in their hands. I stared at it and said again Put it in. Put it in my asshole right now. My face turned back down onto the bed and I felt hands on my ass cheeks. Cales hands and Ed's, spreading my cheeks. I felt Mr. Miller's greasy cock slide up and down my crack, and my ass rose to meet it with each stroke. Then I felt Miller's totally muscled body on top of mine, crushing me but in a way that felt so good, and I heard his voice in my ear saying Let your asshole relax. I'll put in just the head and then we''ll see. I felt the tip at my asshole and I pushed back at him as he pushed cautiously forward. I grunted into the bedspread as the head cleared the tight ring of my hole. It completely filled my ass, but if it hurt, I couldn't tell. My hips moved towards him to get more in, but he stayed still for a minute. I calmed down, then I rolled my hips, and rolled them again. I was making it slip in further. He was just staying still. I rolled and pushed back, then pulled away, and rolled and pushed back again. It was going in. I was full, but not in any pain, just really, really full of cock in my young man ass. Finally, I felt him move forward just a little as I rocked towards him and away. I rolled my hips in a circle, feeling the giant meat filling my whole backside, then I pushed back more and he moved in more. Then I stopped and he stopped. I just wanted to feel it all in that moment, and let everything stretch, then I started to roll again and he started to slide in and out. With every movement he made forward, it was like I was impaled. He lifted most but not all of his weighty body off of me and just concentrated on fucking me. Gently. Steadily. Very greasy, and I was so thankful for all the grease. Now he was increasing the motion, and my whole body moved forward a few inches and then back a few inches with every stroke. I was groaning into the bed, face down, but every groan was a pleasure groan. His pace increased, not wild but like a muscle bound machine. My ass met every stroke with a subtle but clearly delivered push. I could hear his breath, mixed with very low, almost inaudible grunting moans. My moans had grown louder, and I kept my face down to keep quiet. His cock was now impaling my whole backside with every thrust and I slipped my one hand under my belly and let it wrap around my cock. My moving body, my fucking body with this giant meat up my ass, was moving in a way that jerked my cock in my hand without me doing anything but holding it. Miller's sounds and breath were right in my ear as his body lowered more onto mine. I couldn't really push back as I was so pinned to the bed but I made sure my whole body was still fighting back as I was getting plowed, so it really was us both fucking instead of just me being fucked. I was a sweat and come and grease covered ancient Greek wrestler who was outmatched but too feisty to give up. The exertion was exhilarating as WHOMP, WHOMP, Miller's cock and muscled stomach and torso and hips and thighs nailed my whole lower body again and again. I could hear his breath and feel his pace speed up as I was now getting the full length strokes of his greasy cock in my ass. In, then out three quarters then in all the way. His left arm crossed under my arm and held my right shoulder in a big strong bear hug as he ground my ass suddenly in rounder strokes than before. I was on another planet, beyond the moon somewhere in outer space, wrestling with a monster that was injecting my whole body with pleasure. My voice took on a higher pitched, crushed moan, the rhythm of the sounds tied in to the pounding my ass was taking, and Mr. Miller arched his back and bucked and really just impaled me on his cock, plowing us both forward on the bed until my face was against the pillows against the wall. His body shuddered and went still with his hips frozen in a final forward thrust, my ass as pressed up against him as tight as two humans could be. I lay still, breathing hard, swooning, dizzy with fucking and grease and juices and cocks, exhausted with my own jizz and the smeared come of three real men on my face, on my neck, on my hands, on my ass, on my legs. I had never been so utterly spent and so completely overwhelmed with such an amazing feeling in my life. I was in a swoon, like a very, very drunk teenager, but drunk on cock. After easily two minutes of just laying there, I could feel Mr. Miller raise himself up a little on his right arm, his left still embracing my whole upper body in a strong, manly hold. As his body shifted, his half hard cock, still filling me to the hilt, slid out just a touch. No, I heard my voice say in a strange breathy quiet way that didn't sound like me or anyone I'd ever heard before. My face was turned to the left, the top of my head still crushing a pile of pillows to the wall. Miller's face was leaning against the side of my face, and his breath was cascading over me, gently. I pushed my hips up and back slightly but decisively, then I clenched my young asshole and ass cheeks for all they were worth and clamped on his dick. I leaned my head back a little and looked at him, and he ran his right hand through my hair, holding the top of my head and tilted my head back. I felt his face press against me and his mouth nibble at my ear lobe as I repeated my clutching of his dick, squeezing it, letting loose and pressing back, then clutching and stretching it again. I was gently, very gently rolling my hips as I used my hole to pull his manly tube, over and over, back into my ass. I finally felt his cock twitch back to life, responding to my intuitive fuck method. First, just the thickness of it increased and I could feel the difference as it filled my ass more, then a few more strokes and I could feel Mr. Miller's arm hold me tighter, his chewing on my ear more masculine now mixed with a growl that came from deep inside his chest, and his hips pushed to meet me, just a little at first, then more pronounced as I clenched again and rolled my hips. I can't believe I'm getting hard again, he said as I could feel him grow and grow. My hips rolled more, and I alternately clenched and let go the pressure from my ass on his man meat. This was me in control of that amazing dick, and I was making it do what I wanted, and what I wanted was to fuck again before we called it a night. It was hard enough now for me to move away and towards it, starting a slow stroke. I could feel it grow more, and the feeling was driving me wild. Mr. Miller started to pick up the pace and now it was sliding in and out in short strokes, everything covered in grease and come. Lots of come. I thought about the come and started to buck backwards and his cock filled my ass. I pulled away and pushed back, and when it was hard enough, I forced my way up onto my knees. Miller was still leaning over me, and we fucked like that for what seemed like forever. I was in a dream state, and moving in that dream. Cale and Ed sat back against the pillows and stroked their cocks, both of them staring at me as I lurched towards them again and again while getting fucked the old fashioned way. My cock and balls felt longer and looser than they'd ever been before, and I could feel my whole package swinging while getting slapped from Mr. Miller's balls behind me. I was firmly planted on my hands and knees, smashing my ass backwards in a steady pound, and though Miller was fucking me, it was really me who was fucking him, and that was clear to all of us. I looked again at Ed and Cale in the swirling fire light and candle light, covered in sweat and grease and come, legs spread and cocks stretched and stroking, and felt the heat of the room and of all four of us as I was getting slammed, and loved the man feeling I now totally felt, from head to toe, from cock to balls, from mouth and throat to ass cheeks and ass hole. I was every bit as much a man as they were. Not only had I passed their test, I'd won the whole contest. I was fully an equal in their world. I was a man. AUTHOR'S NOTES Like all my stories, this one is a combination of real experiences and situations and people from my life used as the jumping off point for storytelling. I freely change places and dates and sometimes combine several people into one character to make for a better tale. Though this one does not, I love stories that take place in the tack room of the barn, whether straight, bi or gay, because that was central to my sexual experiences growing up. Though this story takes place before I was 18, I do not wish to relive my comically promiscuous youth. If you are under 18, or like to pretend you are, go away. If you are over 18 and think you'd like to talk about something you've done or wish to do that is in any way questionable, legally, go away. Period. I write my stories for fun, because I enjoy the feeling I get from writing them. If you have a great sense of humor, find my stories amusing, and have some sort of comment, feel free to write. backinthehayloftagain@yahoo.com Otherwise, just enjoy!