Date: Thu, 15 May 2003 15:36:55 -0700 From: Bert Carley Subject: Young Teddy's Escapades - Part 6 The following story is fiction. It involves sexually explicit erotic events between males. If you are offended by such material, are too young, or live in an area where it is not allowed, don't read the story. In the world of this story, the characters do not always use condoms. In the real world, everyone should practice safe sex. Comments and suggestions should be directed to bertcarley@goldrush.com Young Teddy's Escapades - Part 6 You are all probably wondering why I was not friendly with guys my own age as I started through my adolescent years. Why didn't I have friends my own age I ran around with or have to the house to sleep over and all that stuff boys my age regularly do. The Williams boys 14 and 16 were considerably older than I was at 8 when they first took me under their wings and trained me to be their bottom boy. They had screwed me for over three years before their family moved away from next door to another city. Boys my age were still playing grab ass, at the most, having jack-off sessions with each other. I already was well versed in the advance skills associated with male to male sexual pleasures, a well- trained bottom to not just one, but these two very assertive and dominant guys. I could not be bothered with boys my own age. They bored me! I had nothing in common with them. I wanted to associate with older guys that were looking for some hot young ass and knew what to do with me when our paths met. Trained as their Bottom, I fit their need like a glove - soft, warm, pretty, submissive, and with a nice tight ass, made for fucking. The very first year I worked at the California State Fair, I learned quickly that it was the older guys that had the experience to tickle my fancy and deliver the goods. The Older Cowboys knew what they were doing. They had already learned how to treat a bottom boy and knew that foreplay was an important part of getting a bottom boy turned on to them. I learned quickly that the good Tops were all among the mature group, the ones that would give me plenty of foreplay before they used me for their own masculine pleasures. The young Cowboys in my age group just wanted head or a fast fuck out behind the barms, they were then gone in a flash after a quick uneventful climax. I learned a lot about myself that first year at the State Fair. I liked older men, hairy men, men with muscles and tattoos, pungent man scents, big uncircumcised dicks and macho dominant guys that liked it rough and tumble. I especially liked guys that liked to lick and suck my sweet young rosebud, delivering this as an integral part of their foreplay before they put the meat to me. I loved the feel of a nice moustache, beard or whisker stubble rubbing against my inner thighs as a nice long hot tongue made love to my pinkie. Well, I could not get any of these things with high school boys my own age, now could I? The guys I had sex with more often than a one night stand all happened to fall into just a few categories, all mostly 10, 20, or 30 years older than me, mostly bisexual and always very straight acting. They were usually cowboys, construction workers, bikers, or the hippie types, many of which liked rough sex, kink, and had very dominant personalities - renegades to a certain degree. I did not always get the foreplay I liked from all the guys in these groups, but I usually would get most everything else. The Williams brothers had, from the very beginning recognized my potential. They had not only turned me into their submissive Bottom, but they turned on, at that early age, to rough sex and the kinky sex. I could not help myself, they had me imprinted to enjoy exactly what the Williams boys wanted. After the Fair experiences with older cowboys, the Carnie Dudes, Pedro and Chico, the truckers, Buddy and Jake, when Max and Papa Joe started on me, I was a 100%, submissive bottom boy. Both Papa Joe and Max were dominant personalities and immediately recognized my sexual needs. Like father, like son, they both were just the kind of guys that could deliver big time, fill all my needs! PJ recognized it immediately. It took Max a bit longer. PJ always had the upper hand over Max, no matter how much Max tried to dominate his dad, he was not match for him. They both scrapped quite a bit, PJ always came out the victor. He was the more dominant. I liked them both, Max never ran out of stamina, could fuck all night long, but when PJ made love to me, it was always special and took me to new heights. I use to spend weekends with them, telling my parents I was sleeping over at a friend's house. Now that I had a cell phone, my parents could contact me, but yet they had no idea where I really was at the moment. This worked out just great! I found I could spend entire weekends with those two dominant hunks, get drunk, stoned, and get all the sex I could handle. When I had enough units to graduate from high school, I started attending the local area, junior college. My dad purchased a used Toyota Coupe for me, so I could get to and from school each day. With the car and the cellular phone, it gave me the ability to really get out an about should I want. However, I was perfectly happy with Max and PJ for quite awhile. They had an open door policy, treated me like their girlfriend, bought me presents and delivered awesome sex. They taught me to like things most people would find repulsive. I loved the taste of their piss, from the very first time they served it to me as they treated me to a golden shower one night. I didn't like eating their asses out at first, but after their persistent demands, I soon took to liking that also. Like they kept telling me, "Once you get by the smell, you got it licked girl, so keep on lick'in!" They were crude, rude and tattooed, but they were sexy and sure knew how to push all my right buttons. They became my life force! I fell in love with those two bikers and would have done anything for them. Just looking at them kept me enraptured inside, my heart throbbing, lusting for their attention. I got a real surprise one evening. Papa Joe and Max decked me all out in leathers that they had purchased from one of their club members. They were his late wife's and were all in light brown leather with long tassels sewn into the seams that definitely registered feminine. They even had a pair of brand new brown women's 1-1/2inch healed boots that matched the outfit. They spent the better part of an hour fitting me into those garments, since the vest, jacket and pants all had leather crisscross lacing that had to be loosened and then tightened again around me until they were skin tight. There was even a brown skull helmet to match the outfit, gauntlets, and open palm gloves. Surprisingly, everything fit, including the boots. They had purchased a studded, brown, leather dog collar that they put on me as the final touch. They stood back and admired me and alternated saying, "Fantastic, Sexy, Awesome, Mouthwatering, Wait till the guys see her, they will go wild with envy!" They had been bugging me for over a month to go to meetings and the social gatherings of "The Nomad's Motorcycle Club" with them. They wanted to show me off, but I kept declining since school was not out yet and I had to spend a lot of time studying, since I was carrying 21 units this semester, at junior college. I promised them, as soon as summer vacation arrived in a few more weeks I would go on some of their excursions with them. Max had a lady friend that worked at the local DMV office. He took me down there after quitting time one afternoon and she took my picture and processed the paper work to get me a drivers license, picture and all, stating I was 21 years old. I was beginning to get guilty feelings about lying to my parents so much lately to pursue my midnight sexual excursions with the men in my life. Sooner than later, my parents were sure to find out I had been sneaking out of the house at night to be with either them, Buddy and Jake, or Pete and Chico. I had some very strong feelings that it was time that I should tell them about my sexual orientation as well. I felt that they both must already knew, I was gay. I never dated girls! I had no friends my own age, all the signs of either a gay boy or one that is socially retard. I decided it was the time to tell them. I chose to tell them at the dinner table one evening, My mother responded first. "We've known that ever since you were so friendly with the Williams boys next door dear. They were so nice to you too! We love you Teddy, want you to be happy, just make sure you always practice safe sex and be careful with whom you go home dear. There are a lot of sick people out there these days preying on sweet, young, pretty boys like you." She rose, came over and gave me a hug and a kiss. "I hope you bring your friends by to meet us, bring them to dinner dear!" My dad added, "Yes son, what ever makes you happy. Just promise us you will finish school, get your degree and make something of yourself. It's a tough old world out there today if you don't have an education." He smiled at me; then went on eating. I thought, "If they only knew who I was seeing, they would know I was so innocent." As soon as the semester ended, PJ, Max and I made plans for attending the Solano County Fair. As the date approached, I lied to my parents again, telling them that I was going to the fair with a couple of my friends I had met at college instead of the truth. I felt they both would go ballistic if they knew I was going with a couple of bikers, one old enough to be my father, both wild and crazy, pot smoking, drinkers, teaching me every bad habit possible. If they knew I drank beer, dropped acid with them, took amphetamines, and took mescaline a couple of times, they would ground me until I was 21. I never realized how much my mother pampered me until I was packing my stuff for the weekend. She hovered over me like a mother hen. "Now be sure to pack the sunscreen dear, you know how that skin of yours' burns and peals, and a hat too. We don't want you getting sunstroke, it will be hot. Be sure and take your jacket and a long sleeve shirt. Oh, your not going to wear those baggy shorts and a tank top, you will burn up in the sun." Packed and out the door to the Toyota, finally on my way. Little did she know, the Toyota would be parked in PJ's back yard all weekend. If she only knew I would be on the back of a Harley Davidson Hog, roaring down the highway with a man six years older than her, and his 32 year old son, she would never approved this weekend adventure. By the time we packed all our gear in the saddlebags were on the hogs, and met the others at the club it was mid morning Friday. There were two other guys that had their young boys with them, four single guys, plus the three of us, making a total of 11 guys, 7 hogs and a pick up truck carrying all the camping equipment. Decked out in our leathers, we all looked down right sexy, most impressive to say the least. Quick introductions, then down the road we roared headed for the Salano County Fair. We didn't get much further than the outskirts of Lodi, headed for Isleton and they pulled into a little leather bar they were familiar with. Two beers, a couple of joints later, we were all back on the road heading west to Isleton. In Isleton they stopped at another familiar watering hole to them, more beer was consumed by the bad boys, more pot, and they started to get pretty frisky with us three young'ins, Terry 21, Jason 19, and myself at 18. All three of us a lot in common. We were all young, pretty, blue eyed blond, with little or no body hair and soft clear skin. I really was not that fond of beer, so I sat mine in front of PJ and asked him if I could trade him for a PJ Beer. He smiled, finished his off, took the empty bottle and headed for the bathroom. When he returned he handed the bottle to me and said, "Your PJ Beer Teddy! Drink Up!" The warm familiar brew was a welcome replacement to the beer I had given to him. I was use to drinking a couple of beers with he and Max at home, then switching to either PJ Beer or Max Beer. I had long since acquired quite a taste for these special brews. Each additional watering hole I always waited for either Max or PJ to finish off a beer and return from the watering hole with a warm one for me. The guys kept lighting up joints and passing them back and forth between Terry, Jason and me. We were stoned and acting outrageously silly before very long. The guys started toying with us after they got us stoned, playing little jokes on us, pawing us, getting us to lick their fingers and chew on their crotches, but they would not let us go any farther. PJ and Max took me to the men's bathroom and they each had me suck then off. In a little out of the way bar in Rio Vista, the guys started with the pawing again. Max took me with him to the men's bathroom again, put his dick in my mouth and took a piss, one of my favorite exercises when I get loaded with he and PJ. When he completely drained, he hardened, fucked my face and dropped another load down my throat. I washed his cum from the corners of my mouth, and went back and joined the others. Terry and Jason were no where to be seen in the bar. I went looking for them, found them in the storeroom giving their men head. I just stood and watched as PJ came along looking for me. He led me back to the men's room and fed me his load, both piss and skeet again. When PJ finished with me, the three single guys, Ken, Tom and Len were standing watching. Ken, was a huge guy with handsome features, muscles and a buzz cut of dark brown hair, Len, was a red headed, tall bean poll, huge hands and feet. Tom was a younger guy, not much over 25 and was the pick up driver. They were all standing off to the side rubbing their crotches. PJ motioned them over, exchanged a few words, then the three took their turns with me, Ken first, while PJ stood lookout at the door. Ken I had no trouble with, but Len's dick was so huge I could hardly get it over my tongue. I finally succeeded in getting him off by working the shaft with my hand and rolling my tongue over the underside of his huge dick head, sucking on just the head. He held me over his dick until he softened enough that he could relieve himself into me too like PJ had done. Before he turned away, I looked up at him smiled, then buried my nose and swooned in his bright red pubic hair, inhaling deeply to let him know that I really liked him. He squeezed my buns after I rose to my feet, smiled, turned and left the men's room. Tom, a little guy was cute, boyish, and I had him blowing his juice down me in minutes. My stomach was sloshing and I had to relieve myself twice before I joined the others back in the bar. I hovered around Len, trying not to be obviously stocking him, but keeping an intent eye on him, before we all saddled up to head for the next city, Fairfield. Before we left, I asked PJ. "May I ride behind Len to the next stop off place PJ, he really turns me on?". "You like that big dick on his skinny ass body, huh girl! Well sure, let me ask him if he is interested in having some company on the next leg of our little journey." When he came back, he gave me the official OK. To Fairfield and then to the Sonoma County Fair grounds, I rode with Len. The guys all kidded Len on how he had a new admirer. I hung on him quite a bit at the bar in Fairfield, after getting approval from PJ. He told me to stay where I was standing, sauntered over to PJ and they talked for a few minutes. When he returned he took my hand and led me to the back storeroom and PJ followed. Max was not too pleased as he watched, but PJ was really the boss man in our little family. PJ stood guard as Len stripped my chaps and Wranglers down to my knees. He pulled a small tube of KY lotion from his pocket, laid me over the edge of an old pool table stored back there, spread some on his fingers and worked his fingers into my ass. After he had me dilated and bouncing on his fingers, he pulled his dick out in his hand. He stepped back just far enough so I could see him jack his monster dick up to full size. "Kind of big, ain't he girl - you like em big I hear. Hope you can take it, not too many can! Well, you're going to love him if you can fit him up that sweet ass of yours'! Ready Baby?" "Yes, but take it nice and easy please Len! He put the monster up against my pinkie and pressed hard. Pop, it entered me. He rested there for a moment seeing I was all tightened up and in pain. It felt like a red-hot branding iron put to me. I concentrated on relaxing. He slowly pushed in further, a bit at a time. When the mushroom put pressure against my little hot nut spot, it slowly started to feel much better. He was a wise man, he knew to rotate on that spot until I relaxed and started to give him indication that I liked the action. When I started to rotate my ass and moan softly, he continued to push forward a little at a time until I felt his red bush pressed against my bottom. He then started to slowly pump my ass full up, full back down, raking over my little nut spot until I was pounding back at him on the in stroke. Seeing my response, he broke loose! "Girl, you are precious and so damn soft an pretty too - what a bonus! Just relax and enjoy now!" He began to pound my ass faster and faster. Soon he was sweating and his aroma was intoxicatingly sexy. He pumped me for a good 10 minutes full speed. Suddenly the door swung open nearly knocking Papa Joe off his feet standing direct in front. Max burst in, seeing what was happening, he smiled and said, "Well, well, ain't this a pretty sight. Any chance in getting in on this little party boys?" He already had his dick out, heading toward Len and me. "Get her down on the floor on all four doggie style Len boy and I feed her some Max juice while your finishing up back there." He and Len lifted me up and Len and I dropped to the floor, Len still firmly attached to my posterior. Max dropped to my face and quickly had his dick buried in me a throat massage. Len continued massaging my prostrate gland with his huge dick as Max massaged my vocal cords. The two of them had me moaning with pleasure as pre-cum dripped in large quantities from my piss hole on to the wooden floor. Before long Len pulled his dick out, rolled the umbrella back off the head and reinserted. I knew he wouldn't be long in dropping his load now. Sure enough, ten long hard strokes and he stiffened. "Oh fuck baby, here he blows! Fuck Yesssss!," and sprayed my intestines with his hot joy juice, causing me to climax instantly. My mouth tightened over the head of Max, my tongue rolled around the head and my mouth and tongue were covered in Max juices. Damn it tasted good while my ass pulsated and milked over Len's huge weapon. Grand and glorious things flashed through my head as I came slowly back to reality. No sooner did Len pull from me than Papa Joe's big dick replaced it. Papa Joe was a master top, took me up to the top again and we both dumped a load while Len watched and Max guarded the doorway. When PJ was spent and we were all gathering our wits about us again, he said, "Thank the girl boys for the wonderful performance. On three boys - One, two, three!" "Thank You Teddy," big smile, and a big bear hug from all three! By the time we reached the fairgrounds, I was tired, very tired from the hot wind, sun and heat. After we entered, PJ could see I was coming down real fast and was running out of my usual enthusiasm and excitement when I was around him. They all, of course, headed for the first beer stand. PJ pulled a bottle of white pills from his vest pocket and passed them around. He put one on my tongue and got it down me with a Dr. Pepper, then he took one himself and sucked on his beer. Papa Joe looked at me and asked, "Want a hamburger, a hot dog, a corn dog or a chilly dog baby, I'm getting kind of hungry, I don't know about you? We all found a concession that had some outdoor lawn furniture set up so the customers could sit down and relax while they ate. That's where we landed. I had a couple of corn dogs and a chilly dog, potato chips and a big old dill pickle I amused them all with as I sucked on it. I always loved both corn dogs and chilly dogs ever since I was a wee one going to the county fair with my dad. I washed them down with a PJ Beer he handed me after he came from a nearby watering hole. We just sat and relaxed for quite awhile drinking our beers, then we headed for the Carnival Midway since it had already turned dark, well after 8:00pm. When that amphetamine pill kicked in for all of us, we were all feeling spry again. We rode every adult ride, including the Twister, the Bullet, the Revolving Cage, and of course, the huge high Ferris Wheel. Max got another quick blow job from me in the House of Horrors, and PJ fucked me watching ourselves, wedged up against one of the mirrored walls while Max stood lookout. Those two were true cocks-men. That's why I loved them so dearly. By the time the gates were closing, we all met again at the main gate and headed to a friend of Ken's that ran a dairy farm not too far from the fairgrounds. I later learned that each year the guys camped out for the weekend at his place under the stars. The owner was a member of another chapter of the Nomads and he and his woman had things all set up for us, including tables, benches and coolers filled with cold beer on ice. He even had a fire going in a big round BBQ fireplace. The guys all set up their bedrolls around the perimeter under the stars. Then we all sat around the fire. The guys continued drinking, talking, telling dirty jokes and pawing Terry, Jason and me, getting us all stoned again. Papa Joe announced that it was time to play 'Nomad's Spin the Bottle', house rules, what ever that meant in their little group. It didn't take too long for me to find out. Both Terry and Jason had been on outings with them before and just smiled at me looking all excited. Ken pulled a small bell from his saddle bag, grabbed a empty beer bottle and PJ had us all gather around in a circle next to the warmth of the fireplace and strip naked, right down to our birthday suits. PJ explained the rules. The bottle would be spun, the lucky winner got to pick which one of us three he got to take to his bedroll for approximately 30 minutes, when the bell would be rung. Only the girls were the prizes, so the bottle would be spun three times to identify our captors for each 30 minute session. If a spin landed on one of us three, we had our choice of which guy spent the next 30 minutes with us. The first spin landed on Ken, he grabbed Jason and headed into the dark with him to his bedroll. The second spin landed on Drake. He put his hand out to me and off we went to his bedroll. He was a fast one he was. He feasted on my nipples for awhile, then greased me up and put his 8incher to me. After he blew his geyser, he curled up next to me, kissed and licked on me until the bell rang. We returned and the process continued with the spinning of the bottle. The first spin landed on Terry. He took PJ's hand and off they went to PJ's bedroll. The next spin landed on Len, he smiled took my hand and led me to his bedroll. "Baby, I been wanting to make love to you again all day. Climb in here and give me some sugar girl. Oh yea!" He was rock hard and his monster was rubbing on my thigh pulsating as he kissed and licked down over my nipples, belly button, then through my blond bush. He turned me over on my stomach, spread my buns and buried his nose and tongue in my ass. His tongue went wild around lapping over my pinkie. After his tongue had me open for a tongue inspection, he really went to town, adding a finger or two to spread me even further into dilation. He spread KY on his fingers and soon they joined his tongue until he had all six working, spreading and kneading me until I was begging him for the prize. He lay over on his back, had me straddle, then sit on his dick so I could control getting that huge thing into me. I held my breath as the head popped in, knowing it was going to burn and sting like fire until I got it up further into me. I bore down and forced it in to me until the head entered. It pressed slowly in further until the head lodged, pressing my little hard walnut. I rotated over that spot until I was panting with excitement. I lowered myself down quickly until I felt his bright red hair tickling against my bottom. I bounced my booby over him like a cowgirl riding a wild stallion, mouth open and drooling with my head thrown back fixing to ride until the bell rang or I got bucked off. It didn't take Len long and a huge explosion took place inside me that shook my very foundation, sending spasm after spasm of my girl juice all over his belly, chest and chin. Shortly, just as I was cleaning him up with my tongue, the bell rang again. I reluctantly followed him back to the fireplace and the games continued. Before I finally crawled in between Papa Joe and Max, I had had sex with all the guys. The three of us dropped right off to sleep until morning. To be continued...