Date: Sat, 18 Dec 2010 08:56:45 -0800 (PST) From: Bryan Johnson Subject: Zoo Story I hope you enjoy this fantasy. If you shouldn't be reading it, please leave. If you should be reading it, enjoy! Comments are always appreciated. ___________ Zoos are my favorite place to spend time. I grew up next to Brookfield Zoo near Chicago and since then, I've spent hundreds of hours at various zoos. If I travel to a new town, you can be sure the first thing I'll do is check out the local zoo. So it's not unusual that this sunny, warm June day found me at the L.A. Zoo. I've been there hundreds of times and always enjoyed myself. I probably know its plant and animal collection as well or better than most of the keepers and volunteers. I was in the Winnick Family Center (the nursery) looking at the Cotton Top Marmosets play, totally involved with their antics when I heard a discussion going on next to me. "That one's a baby." "No, it's not. They're small animals. It's an adult." "They're not THAT small, it's a baby." I didn't even look at the boys (I could tell from their voices). "It's an adult. Actually, it's an old adult. A lot of the animals here at the Zoo are geriatric." "Do you work here?" I didn't, of course, but I have a lot of L.A. Zoo gear. I was wearing a pullover from the Zoo a friend had found for me in a second hand shop. I was about to tell them no, when I finally turned to look at them. They were 15, maybe 16 years old. One bay was tall and thin, short blond hair with bright blue eyes. Maybe 6' or so and 145# wearing an oversized Lakers tee-shirt those loose long basketball shorts I hate. The other was about 5'8", (like me) 140# or around that. He was in jeans and an open shirt with a dark tee-shirt underneath. The tee-shirt was tight, and I could see he had a nicely developed chest. This one had almost jet black hair, but still the bright blue eyes. Judging by the down on their cheeks, neither shaved yet and their voices told me that puberty hadn't near finished with them. Both of them were adorable. "I'm not working today. Just visiting", I not-quite lied. Well, I wasn't working and I was visiting. They were each carrying a clipboard with a printed form on it. "Class assignment?" "Yeah", Blondie piped up. "And it's really hard." "Well, I could give you a tour if you like. I can probably help you with the assignment." "Could you do that? That'd be great!" Blackie chimed in. Blondie looked disappointed. "We're not members." "Doesn't matter any volunteer or employee can give a guest a tour. Besides, I'm on my own time. The names' Paul." "I'm Milosh," Blondie volunteered. "The dwarfs' Jason," indicating his friend. Jason didn't look amused at being called a dwarf. "Jason and I are the same height and I'm not a dwarf. Maybe you're just freakishly tall?" "I told you! You're just a freak!" Jason chortled. And that's how the day started. I gave them a four hour tour of the zoo, telling them all the outrageous stories I knew (all of them at least partially true), ragging on one boy then the other. In general did my best to fit in as just another teen-age boy. After about an hour, I got the impression they forgot I was an "adult" at all. We were laughing and telling jokes, they were filling me in on all the gossip at their school as if I knew who they were talking about. They felt as free to insult or diss me as I did them. It was a great afternoon. I've always liked teen boys. They're fun and, given half a chance, most of them don't take life too seriously. All my friends tell me I never grew up. I like their music, I love video games, and I'm into sports. In a lot of ways I'm a 15 year old in a 26 year old body. The boys were obviously good friends. At various times during the day, they'd get into these deep discussions about problems at school and situations with their respective families. At one time or another, both of them asked for my advice on things, not as if they were asking an adult to `fix' things for them, but asking a friend for his input. It really made me feel accepted, and for some reason I wanted these two boys to accept me. There was another thing. A few times, when they were looking at an exhibit, I saw them leaning into each other, shoulder to shoulder. They touched a lot more than I was accustomed to two teen age boys doing. I began to wonder if maybe these two were either more than friends or becoming more than friends. They just seemed freer with each other than I was accustomed two seeing two teen boys. I'm not a boy lover. Never had sex with a teen or really been sexually attracted to them. However, the idea never bothered me either. When I was 13 or 14, I'd actually pursued older guys. Probably the only reason nothing ever happened was I didn't know how to get something going. If a teen wanted to do something and there was no pressure or threats, why not? I guess this is where I should tell you about myself. Of course, I'm gay. I run, kayak, canoe, bike, go camping (with a tent) and generally, enjoy anything active. All of this adds up to a pretty well developed 5'8" body. I carry my 150# in muscle, not flab. I have medium length black hair, blue eyes and a mostly hairless body. At 26, my biggest problem is being mistaken for a teenager myself. For the rest of the description, I'm uncut with 8 inches on the thin side and whether I top or bottom depends on the person I'm with. No BF, not sure I want one. I'm very social with a large collection of friends. There's never been anyone `special' in my life and I'm not really looking for anyone. If it happens, it happens. I'd helped Jason and Milosh with all their assignment and dragged them to everything even remotely interesting at the zoo. Unfortunately, the fun was coming to an end. I really didn't want that. I hadn't had so much fun in a long time. By now I knew they lived up in the Valley and got to the Zoo on the bus. "You guys want a lift home? I have time and I'm having fun. I wouldn't mind." After much `oh we couldn't impose' and `but it's so far', they agreed to let me take them home. When we got out to my car, they freaked. What 15 year old boy wouldn't freak for a 2010 Camaro? We piled in and had just gotten situated in my car and I was about to start it, when Milosh' stomach let out the loudest growl I'd ever heard. I swear, it sounded like he'd smuggled some animal out of the Zoo and into the car with us. When we finally stopped laughing at the growl, Jason pointed out how red Milosh had gotten and started us all off again. When talking was possible again, I had an idea to prolong the afternoon. "Okay, we're all hungry. Why don't we go to my place and order a pizza for lunch? I'm still having fun and I have some great games to play. We can keep the party going for a bit more. You guys game? Or you afraid some old Dude will humiliate you playing your best games?" Between the offer of food, access to Wii, Playstation AND an X-box 360 and a challenge to their boyhood no teenager could refuse and I had them sold in a really short time. My house overlooks most of L.A. It's not important to the story, but money has never been a problem for me. Milosh and Jason however seemed a little bit uncomfortable. "Dude! This is where you live?" Milosh enthused. "It's like out of the movies." "You must have a gazillion bucks!" Jason put in. "Mortgaged up to the hilt," I lied. "Folk bought it for me." continuing the lie. "Come on, I'll give you a tour." I started on the outside of the house. The pool and hot tub made a big hit. They followed me through the rest of the house without any great interest. When we got to my office, their interest began to pique. I had three small castings of nude males by Duncan, a sculptor popular with gays in the 70's and 80's. The poses he chose were always sensual and the models were a bit more than just anatomically correct. But the thing that really caught their attention was the two 16 X 20 photos above the fireplace. Three years ago, six of my friends and I decided to compete in an ironman triathlon. We spent a year of extreme conditioning. The week after event, we decided to have our picture taken. The seven of us were on the beach. In the first photo we stood in a line, arms over each other shoulders in our skimpy Speedos, all washboard abs and whipcord arms, totally enjoying showing off what we were sure would probably be the best we would ever look in our lives. In the second photo, we'd shed the Speedos. We weren't close to erect, but there had been quite a bit of good natured grab ass (and grab dick, we were all gay) going on and for all of us, Mr. Happy was very happy indeed. The two boys stood there, looking at the second picture in particular. They were almost open mouthed looking at seven really well built, nude guys sharing a totally uninhibited moment. I was standing off to the side looking at them, and two things were obvious. The first was that, judging by their bulges, they were enjoying what they saw. The second obvious fact was that Milosh was going commando. There were some advantages to those loose shorts after all! I watched the silky shorts rise in front. Milosh was so entranced by the photo of us nude, I'm certain he didn't even notice the show he was giving me. It looked like his height wasn't the only growth spurt he had experienced. It was difficult to tell for sure, but there was at least 5? Maybe 6 inches lifting his shorts and judging by the angle, he wasn't close to fully hard. He was a beautiful sight. I decided I'd like to see more. Maybe there was some fun to be had here. The yellow shorts moved a bit, drawing Jasons' attention. He nudged Milosh with his elbow. "Dude! Yer boned!" He whispered. As soon as Jason glanced down at Milosh, I turned around, pretending to get something off my desk. I didn't want them to know I'd seen anything. I didn't want them to get uncomfortable and leave. In the reflection off a picture, I saw Milosh quickly turn and fumble in his pants. I also noticed Jason didn't look away. When he did, all he saw was my back. "Why don't you guys chill here for a minute? I'll get us something to drink." I walked out the door and stopped just out of sight to listen. "Damn, Jason, do you think he saw that?" "Nah," Jason reassured him, "He was looking the other way. Besides, he'd probably like it! Look at those pics! He's got to be gay!" "You think? Maybe he brought us here to mess around with." "Well, what if he did? Would you?" "I don't know, Jason. Maybe. He looks hot and he seems safe." "I'm gonna go for it." "Yah, but how? What should we do?" "He'll probably try something. If he doesn't we can always ask to use, the pool" "But we don't have swim suits." "That's the point, numb nuts!" The little buggers! They were planning to seduce me! Well, at least now I knew I wouldn't have to do all the heavy lifting here. I could have some fun with them. Not too much, I was beginning to look forward to this and didn't want to mess it up. Hopefully I had enough more experience than they did I could expand their horizons... and maybe some other things. I walked into the media room where I kept the game consoles. I grabbed a bottle of lube from the top drawer of my desk and sat it next to the computer where the boys would see it. I threw a muscle mag on the floor and took out a book of Von Glowen nudes and put it next to the couch. Then I rushed into the kitchen to get our drinks. I came back with cokes on a tray. They were sitting on the couch and Jason was holding one of the Duncan nudes. He was looking at the photo. "You really got a nude picture of yourself up on the wall! Dude, that's awesome!" Milosh said. "And hanging out with all those naked guys! Wow!" "I liked the way I looked then. Wanted to save it. My friends and I were proud of the work we did to get our bodies into that shape. Why would we want to cover it with clothes?" "So then, you're gay," Jason put in. "Liking how your body looks doesn't make you gay, Dude. Vain maybe, but not gay." Before either of the boys could say anything I continued. "So what kind of pizza should we order?" I picked up that they were trying to get the conversation going in a more sexual direction, but I already knew what they were after. I wanted to make them work for it a little, so I pretended I was trying to keep away from the subject, but not lie to them. We figured out our pizza order and I called it in. "You guys want to play something? I've got a pretty good game collection." As we headed for the media room, they were calling out game titles and arguing about the merits of each. "Teen agers, I thought. "For gods' sake they can' keep their minds on anything! Not even sex!" "When are you guys due home?" I asked. "I don't want your parents worrying." God I hated to say that. It was the first time I'd acted like an adult all day and I was hoping the boys would forgive me for it. Luckily, they had been planning to take in a couple of movies that night, so their parents weren't expecting them home until around midnight. They were both staying at Milosh' house. We settled on "Black ops" and I proceeded to teach them a thing or two about how to play the game. Then we moved on to "Mass Effect" and they both showed me I wasn't quite as good as I thought I was. While we were playing, I caught Jason pointing out the bottle of lube next to the computer To Milosh. They both had smirks on their faces. Actually, I was hoping that things worked out well enough I could tell them of all my little ploys. Jason and I were in "Mortal Combat", when I noticed Milosh sitting on the couch thumbing through the Von Glowen. I noticed a nice rise in the bright yellow shorts and he noticed me noticing him. This time he didn't try to hide it. "You got kiddie porn here," he said. "Many of the guys in that book are about five years older than you two. You two kiddies" I asked? "Besides, Von Gloeden's an artist. It's not porn until they're chubbed. Like you were when you saw me naked in the picture." "Hey!" Milosh objected, "I was not!" "Were to", I replied wittily. "I don't mind. I like being appreciated." Then the pizza arrived and while I was putting it out on the table Jason burst in. "Go get us something to drink, Paul." "Slavery's been abolished Dude, You know where the kitchen is. Get the drinks yourself." "Some host you are, Turkey." Since my back was to him and I was bending over, "Talk to the ass man. Cut the chatter and get the drinks!" "Well, it is a nice ass. That must be where you keep your personality!", and he walked to the kitchen. Milosh was convulsing on the couch. "Talk to the ass? Dude! You said talk to the ass!" "What, you want a conversation now," I pointed my butt at him and waggled it in his direction. "The two of you have been perving me since you saw the picture in the office." I laughed. "When's my turn?" The way he quieted down made me think that just maybe they'd been doing some checking me out that I hadn't noticed. Maybe he was reconsidering the seduction when it seemed I might go along with it. Or maybe he was wondering how to get it moving faster? Jason walked in with, predictably, three beers from the fridge. "Beer goes with pizza," he stated. He was obviously ready for an argument. I may not be used to kids, but an argument with a teen ager? No thanks. Besides, it was only 4 o'clock. No matter how drunk they got they'd sober up by the time I got them home around midnight. "Did I say anything?" And they started scarfing down the special from Palermo's like they were starving. Until that moment I wasn't sure I should have ordered two large, but the boys did the feast proud. They finished the first one in less than 15 minutes. They started on the second pizza and their third beers in about 20. The alcohol was loosening things up nicely. Laughing and joking, they were talking about music and movies and TV and school and I was right there with them. I really hadn't had this much fun since I was in high school myself. "Hey, Paul, what DVDs you got?" Jason asked as he grabbed the remote for my player. He hit the button, and there, in all it's glory on my 52 inch HD flat screen flashed 8 inches of teen meat sliding into teen boy butt. I sat there in as much shock as the guys for about 15 seconds, then stepped over and took the remote from Jason and turned off the DVD. "Sorry guys, that wasn't meant for you." For this whole afternoon, I had been transported back to high school. Hanging with these two cute guys all day was great, what I was hoping for was what I had had with a few of my friends at that time in my life. Some grab ass, cuddling, and maybe even mutual j.o. Not serious sex. The image on the T.V. was entirely too graphic for where I was coming from. I knew I'd ruined it. "Hey, I gotta take a leak." I was out of the room in a second before the guys could react. Before I had to see the negative reactions on their faces. I didn't want to see how I'd spoiled the fun. The half hard on I'd been sporting for the last hour was gone as I stared into the toilet pissing. I washed my face. Well, time to take them home. I shouldn't have gotten involved with kids this young anyway. What was I thinking! When I walked back into the room, the boys were sitting there each in a different chair. Jason was down to his boxer briefs, bare chested, Milosh in his basket ball shorts. They both stood up, sporting erections I was sure were the envy of every boy in their respective gym classes. "We want to go swimming with you!" Milosh crowed. Then they both grabbed the sides of their shorts and slipped them down over their nearly hairless legs and stood back up, pointing two very different, dripping erections at me. "Unless you can think of something else you'd rather do," Jason put in. I didn't quite know what to do. They were so gorgeous. Jason was a lot more muscular than I had expected. His shoulders and chest were broad with significant definition showing for such a young guy. No hair on his chest, but a few grew between his flat navel and the sparse black growth just above his jutting dick. Cut and thick enough that I doubted I could get my hand around its' base, his dick looked awesome, close to seven inches. From a small head, it swelled to really impressive girth. It didn't move, it just pointed, rock-like straight at me. I could see the sunlight coming in the glass door glinting of the slime on the crown of his dick. His naked balls hung down nicely looking like walnuts in his wrinkle sack. His legs were strong looking, like a young wrestler and his feet were big, easily size 11. I thought he still had quite a bit of growing to do yet. Milosh was very different. Tall and very thin, he looked almost stretched. He was obviously in, or towards the end of a significant growth spurt. The muscles on his chest were thin, his arms were thin, and his legs were thin. He had almost no visible body hair, just a light wisp at the base of his cock. Uncut, his foreskin just revealed the tip of his very red dickhead. Easily 9 inches, but very thin, it bounced with the beat of his heart. A long thread of honey hung off, almost half way to the floor. His balls were surprisingly large, almost golf ball sized and hung low. Very big feet, easily size 13. He had a lot of growing to do also. "You got too many clothes on, Paul." Jason almost growled at me. You know that big fish that has a worm thing sticking out of its' head? When a little fish comes to eat the worm, he gets eaten by the big fish? That's what I was feeling like. I thought I was going to be in charge, playing with these two inexperienced young boys and instead, I was the one being played with by two young and very horny men! Milosh and Jason quickly pushed me back onto the sofa and Milosh started on my shirt, quickly opening the buttons and pulling my tee-shirt over my head. I started to say something, I don't know what, and a very slim dickhead slid into my mouth. I saw the length of Milosh dick while the head was still resting on my tongue. I was looking down the length of his pick at his soft looking thin pubic hair. Then I saw his hand grab his shaft and, from the base, pull back his foreskin. An amazing amount of his boy honey filled my mouth. The flavors of a long day of swinging in his shorts transferred into my mouth. His hands grabbed the sides of my head and he fed me his long, thin meat until it reached the back of my throat. He moved his hips, probing the angle until he had his crown aimed just right, and then he slid it down my throat. Carefully at first, making certain the angle was just right; he was a bit tentative until he was well and truly lodged in my throat. Then he forced the rest of his long dick into my throat until my nose was buried in his soft, sparse pubes. He began fucking my throat like an expert. Two or three stokes, then pull out of my throat to let me inhale, two or three more, and then let me exhale. Every once in a while, when I was least expecting it, Milosh would force all of his dick down my throat and hold it there, hands keeping my head locked in place long enough to make me feel like I was suffocating. Just before I'd panic, he'd pull out again so I could breath. Jason worked down below. While Milosh stripped my upper half and fed me his long, thin meat, Jason was stripping my bottom. Shoes, sox, pants and boxers were gone in a flash. He grabbed my dick and started giving me the best knob job I'd ever had. He sucked the head of my dick. He nibbled it; he licked it, he kissed it. He teased my slit. Finally, he engulfed my dick. That's the only word. All 8 inches went down his throat with hardly a pause. I felt his throat open and clutch around my crown. Holding me down with his hands on my hips, he fucked my dick into his throat. I was in heaven. I started massaging Milosh dick with my throat, squeezing the head with my throat muscles as I tried to swallow it. He started whimpering. "Oh, oh, Paul, yah, yah, my dick, yah!" I almost didn't notice when Jason pulled off my cock. It was the coolness of his spit drying that made me notice, but Milosh dick sliding in and out of my throat felt so good, I didn't really object. I knew he'd be back. And then he was. Sucking on my balls, he slid a slippery finger into my butt, all the way to the last knuckle. His lips and tongue were massaging my balls while his hands were massaging slippery stuff into me. Where'd he get that? "Oh", I thought "the lube I left out earlier. Yeah, when I thought I was seducing innocent teenagers. Before these two sexy beasts attacked me!" Jason was giving my balls the royal treatment while he was probing my ass with one hand and sensually stroking my dick with the other. Then he pulled out his finger and stuck in his thick, strong thumb. It took him about 5 seconds to find my prostate and I almost hit the ceiling. "Damn, Jason, Yes! That feels so good! Do it! Do it! That's what I was yelling in my head. It was kind of hard to enunciate with 9 inches of thin teen dick down my throat. I think Milosh realized I was enjoying what was happening though. "Keep doing it Jason, He really likes it. He's gobbling down my dick like I've never felt it! He's even better than you! He really sucks dick great!" Okay, now why would having a 15 or 16 year old boy praise my cock sucking ability make me almost bust my nut? Don't know why, but it sure did! I was going to make this kid cum like he'd never cum before. I reached down to where Jason was probing my butt and gathered up some of the slime he'd put down there. Gettin my first two fingers good and slick, I found Milosh' butt hole and started running my two longest fingers around it, trying to imagine just the right spot. I followed the motion of his hips as he drove that insanely long dick into and out of my throat, waiting for just the right moment. I pressed my thumb behind his balls for leverage. As he pulled out of my throat, I forced my fingers into his butt hard and clamped down on his prostate. "Ahhhhhhhh! Christ! Oh Jesus god. Fuck! Fuck!" I could taste the honey that was drooling from his dickhead into my throat. Every backstroke he pulled some of it up to where I could taste it. "Milosh, is it good? Is he sucking you good? I want a turn to!" He sounded like a little kid reminding his friend that he deserved a turn on the merry go round! I would have laughed, if I hadn't been enjoying the feel of Milosh' dick down my throat and Jason's mouth on my cock with his fingers clamped on my prostate. That and listening to him both boys whimpering. This was sick! "Jason, I can't last much longer! You gotta fuck him now! Fuck me? Wait a minute! That was not part of my fantasies! Being fucked by a barely teenager was not what I wanted! Jason pushed my knees up, exposing my butt hole and wiping more lube into it. I tried to push Milosh away from me, but the leverage was all wrong. Besides, because I couldn't get any force behind my pushing, he thought I was playing! He probably thought I was just working out some fantasy! He put pressure to keep his place down my throat. Mouth and throat full of dick, I couldn't say anything. That's when I felt the spongy head of Jason's' dick find my asshole. I remembered his so thick dick. Small dick head growing thicker as it grew closer to his body. That thick dick that never moved when he did. That rock-like dick was going to fuck me, and there really wasn't anything I could do about it! Alright. Yes, there was. I could stop this whole thing. I was a lot stronger than both of them put together. But that would mean stopping the whole thing. I'd probably never have the chance to do this again if I stopped it now, and I'd sure never get the chance to fuck either one of them. And both of them were very good looking... Then Jason started entering me. The head spreading my butthole wider and wider and... Oh, ouch! Ouch! OUCH! OUO! OOO! OOo! Ooo! ooo! Oh this wasn't so bad. This was kinda nice. I liked this. My butt was almost purring! Damn! This kid had a nice dick. Not kid, Man! This man had a really nice dick. And he was beginning to show me he knew how to use it! He pressed the whole thickness of it into me, and then rested for a bit, while Milosh continued to fuck my throat. Jason started moving his dick in me. Not in and out, but up and down, levering it in me. Then he started moving it around in a spiral. I was going crazy! "Jason, uh, uh, he really, uh, uh, like what your doin! Uh, uh, he's doin crazy things on my dick! But you gotta cum Buddy! I'm almost there. Breed his ass for me. Dump your cum in his butt while I spew down his throat!" Jason grabbed my dripping dick and started stroking it like it was his only contact to life. As he fucked his thick dick into my ass he bent down and once again sucked the head of my dick into his mouth and started sucking on my crown, slipping his tongue under my foreskin. My knees were over his shoulders. His head was bumping against my hand, still buried in Milosh' butt. Jason's head would come up on my dick and it would force my hand into Milosh as Jason's dick bottomed out in my ass, banging his hip bones into mine forcefully. He increased his sped and the strokes got longer and harder. All the while, he suctioned my dickhead like a pro. I felt his dick thicken in my rectum and I could hear the soft crying sound he was making deep in his throat. I knew it wouldn't be long! Milosh let out a high pitched scream and slammed his dick down my throat. I couldn't breathe as I felt him spasming and dumping his cum down my throat into my stomach. I felt Jason slamming his dick into me, his hip bone hammering into mine as his dick opened me up like I'm sure I'd never been opened before. I was almost hallucinating from the force of these two young studs breeding both my holes and lack of air, when Milosh pulled out of my throat, the last two or three spurts splattering on my face. I felt Jason swell in my ass and scream. "FUCK!" Jason poured his seed into me. As I felt the heat inside me, I came and the first spasm was so intense, it shot Jason's hard dick out of my butt while he was still spewing. His dick whipped around like a firehose, drenching Milosh' ass, and both our faces. My cum joined Jason's on Milosh butt, Jason's face and my own chest. Jason fell backwards onto the floor as Milosh climbed off the chair and lay next to him. I looked at the two teenaged studs laying there, totally exhausted. I got out of the chair and knee walked over to them and began to lick the cum off their bodies. I could tell the differences between my cum and Milosh' and Jason's'. I cleaned both of them with my tongue, not ignoring to clean under Milosh foreskin or the lube off Jason's butt. The three of us lay there, me between them, softly caressing their balls dicks and waiting for the 15 year old hormones to kick in. Milosh began to stiffen first, then Jason. As their meat slowly began to come back to life, I only had one question. "So which one of you do I fuck first?"