Date: Mon, 28 Aug 2006 08:59:13 -0700 (PDT)
From: john greene <riderjohn90@yahoo.com>
Subject: Friday Afternoon

     Before getting into the story let me tell you a little
about myself.  My name is David Jones, and no do not call me
Davy.  I grew up a Navy brat, and much to my dad's dismay
did not go into the Navy when I finished college.  Instead I
went to work for a power company.  For the last five years I
have lived a quiet life.  I have met a few men online, but
nothing serious.  I lived in a quiet residential area, not
ever into the apartment life.  After 18 years of Navy
housing, I wanted to live in a real house.
     I also kept in shape.  I am just a little over 6 feet,
not quite 6' 1" though.  I have the stereotypical V shape
that I always hated.  You know the broad shoulders and the
narrow waste.  The only real difference from me and all of
those gym pictures were my legs.  The one thing that I had
found I could do on any Navy base growing up was bike, and
bike I did.  I remember the tailor at my dad's younger
brother's wedding freaking when he was measuring my legs.  I
was 17 then I think and had 18 inch calves and 29 inch
thighs.
     In all this time I have stayed active in biking.  In
fact if you follow races you probably have seen me a time or
two.  I always place in the front, but rarely win.  I
normally race with a team and am the anchor.  I am not as
photogenic as most, so I do not get into the pictures often.
I have a scar across my right check that stops just below my
eye from getting my front tire stuck in a crane track at a
shipyard.  I tried once to grow a beard to hide it, but my
normal hair is almost jet black with just a hint of red, my
beard comes in freckle red.  I live with the scar.
     Of course this was all about to change.  Why else would
I write this story?  I had placed a profile on Yahoo, and it
specifically stated that I like teenage boys, over 18.  I
had placed my picture on it, so that any one answering knew
about my looks.  It also listed my city.  While I was not
out, I was not too concerned if anyone found out.  I was an
only child, my mom would not care, and Dad had been dead for
about 3 years now.
     As I said before I live in a nice residential area.
The street I live on is a Cul-de-Sac and I live in the
middle.  All of the houses hear were built in the late 60's
and are spread out ranches.  What had made me fall in love
with mine was the front porch.  In Navy housing we never had
a porch.  This house had one that even wrapped around the
corner and had a door off of the kitchen as well as the main
entry.  The house on the east side of me, where my kitchen
was, was an older couple that was raising their grandson; he
had just turned 18 in January and would be graduating in
May.  The house on the west side was also an older couple,
but there kids were long gone and rarely visited.
     When I pulled into my driveway I saw three teenagers
setting on my front porch.  I recognized Kyle, he was the
grandson, but did not know the other two.  As I got out of
my car I said, "Hey Kyle.  What's up?"
     As I walked up to the porch he said, "Not a lot.  We
were just surfing the net and found something interesting."
He handed me a picture that he had printed off.  It was the
picture from my profile.
     "Not one of my best pictures," I said, concerned as to
what was going to happen next.  While I had lived next door
to Kyle for the last five years, I never got to know him,
other than obligatory small talk about the weather and so
on.  I had purposefully kept that distance, basically part
of my mentality of not shitting where I slept.  I went ahead
and unlocked my door.
     "No it's definitely not the best quality.  Too bad it
only shows your face.  What was most interesting though was
where we found it," he said with a smirk in his voice as he
held the storm door.
     "Oh and where did you find it?" I said entering the
house.  I left the front door open so that they could come
in.  I was not sure where this was going, but no matter
where it went I did not want to cause a scene on the front
porch.  The three teens all followed me in.  The last one
closed the door.
     "We found it on your profile on Yahoo.  And we want you
to serve us like you said you wanted to in your profile."
Kyle said, as he obscenely grabbed his crouch, quickly
followed by the other two.
     It took me less than a second to make my decision.  My
profile said that I wanted to be made to service a teen boy.
Now I had three that were ready to make me do just that.  I
dropped to my knees as the last boy closed the door.
     I crawled over to Kyle and started to undo his jeans.
I could tell he was already hard.  As I undid his belt his
jeans slipped down his crotch, his hard dick holding them
up.  I softly pulled them down.  As the waist band pulled
his dick down I could see he was wearing boxers with a check
print.  Suddenly the waiting was too much and he grabbed his
jeans and boxers and pulled them down in one quick jerk.
His dick, pulled down by the move sprung back up against his
stomach.
     He was a little over six inches and uncut.  I took a
moment to admire the teenager's cock, before I made it
disappear in my mouth.  I had not had sex in a while and
devoured the dick in one fast plunge.  I stayed with my nose
buried in his pubic hair for a few seconds, enjoying the
feeling of his cock in my mouth.  I pulled back a little and
rubbed my tongue around the bottom of his dick.  A deep
groan emanated from him.
     One of the other boys at this point grabbed my head and
pulled me off of Kyle.  "He's not the only one here, fag,"
he said as he ground his crotch into my face.  I did not
know his name but he appeared to be the same age as Kyle. I
had noticed before that he was shorter and stockier than
Kyle.  He was about 5' 8' or so.  He was not fat, but
definitely had a stout frame.  He had a dishwater blonde
hair that was cut close, but not buzzed.
     I could feel his dick beneath the skater shorts he was
wearing.  It felt much like his body looked.  It felt
shorter than Kyle's, but seemed to be thicker.  He continued
to grind into my face for a few seconds, long enough that I
was afraid he might cum before I could get at his dick.  I
decided to move things along.
     I grabbed the waist band of the shorts, hoping they
were as baggy as they looked, and pulled them down in one
rapid movement.  To my surprise he was not wearing any
underwear, and now the kid was rubbing his naked dick in my
face.  He seemed to be enjoying the motion and actively was
trying to keep me from swallowing his dick.  It took me a
few tries, but I soon had his teenage cock imbedded in my
hot mouth.  As I started to tongue bathe the bottom of his
dick he exploded in my mouth.
     He unloaded a torrent of cum.  I was just able to keep
of with the shots of hot semen that shot across the back of
my throat.  If his dick had been larger I would have not
been able to keep up.  As soon as he finished shooting he
pulled out.
     "God damn, that was hot.  No bitch has ever made me
come like that," he said as he stepped back to allow his
other friend to approach.
     "Yeah, Robbie I think you set a speed record," said the
friend that already has his dick out.
     "Fuck you.  I will be ready to go at him again in just
a few minutes and then we will see who out lasts who,"
Robbie responded to the taunt.
     "I hate to tell you this, but this fag will still be on
my meat in a few minutes.  Why don't you pull up a chair and
get comfortable," said the other youth as he started to pull
back the foreskin on his dick.
     He was Latino, not uncommon in our neighborhood.  He
was by far the tallest of the teens, and I got the
impression the oldest.  He had that small black goatee that
the Hispanics in my area were so found of.  He had jet black
hair with a medium dark complexion.  Somewhere there was
some mixed blood though, because he had very light green
eyes.  His dick was also the biggest of the three.  It was
at least 7 inches and may have been 8.  Its thickness was in
proportion to its length and my mouth was watering as he
approached.
     "Hell, he wants this dick bad.  Look at him slobbering.
Is this what you want, faggot?" he said as he approached.
     I did not bother with an answer.  I lunged forward and
took his dick to the root.  I felt it penetrate the back of
my throat and then slide in.  It took me a few seconds to
overcome my gag reflex, during this time my throat was
convulsing on the welcome intruder.
     "Holy shit!  He just swallowed my dick.  I can feel his
throat flexing on it man.  He is fucking milking me with his
throat."  The Hispanic teen said around a hissed in breath.
     I pulled of a little so that I could breathe and
started to give the bottom of his dick a tongue bath.  He
let me do this for about a minute and then he grabbed the
back of my head and forced his dick back into my throat.  He
held me there with his pubic hair in my noise for a second
or two and then pulled back and thrusted again.  He kept
this pace up for quite a while.
     While I was enjoying the cock in my mouth, I was aware
of the other two dicks in the room, both of which were hard
by now again.  I pulled off of the Spanish dick, with some
effort since he was not ready for me to pull off.
     "Let me get more comfortable.  I think your friends
will appreciate it.," I said as I started to pull my polo
shirt off.
     "Fuck them.  Get back on my dick now you faggot bitch,"
the Spanish teen said as he made a grab for my head.
     "Well fuck you Carlos.  If him getting more comfortable
is good for me then let him," Robbie said from the side.
     By this tie I had removed my work boots and had my
pants and underwear off.  Now I stood before the boys, in my
living room, in only my socks.  I grabbed some KY that I
kept in a end table and applied a generous portion to my
waiting ass.  As I said before it had been a while and I
knew that even lubed there was going to be some pain from
the teens entering me.  Since Kyle had not finished before I
grabbed his dick and pulled him over to me.  It was funny
how he had gone from dominant and pushy to totally
submissive in the last half hour.
     I got back on my knees, gave Kyle a quick, wet suck and
pulled him down also.  I then turned my ass to him and
reacquired the Carlos's dick in my mouth.  As I sucked his
dick I worked my tongue between the head and the foreskin.
The moan that escaped from his mouth was enough to tell me
he enjoyed the special attention.  He allowed me to continue
this for a while, before he grabbed the back of my head and
started his rough throat fuck again.
     "Oh, yeah pussy fag take my real man meat.  Take it to
the root and I am going to give you a special treat," Carlos
said as he started a pattern of humping my face and throat.
     Mean while Kyle had been playing with my ass but had
not gone any further yet.  Robbie was still off to the side,
sitting in a chair as Carlos had suggested earlier.  He was
slowly stroking himself.  "Come on Kyle.  If you aint goin'
to use that ass get out of the way and let me," Robbie said
as he got out of the chair.
     The prospect of loosing his chance to fuck my ass was
enough to get him over the hump.  He positioned his dick at
my ass hole and pressed in a little.  I began to wonder if
this was his first time to have sex.  Thinking on the past I
had never seen any girls around his house.  He had always
appeared to be one of those quiet boys.  I decided to help
him along and in a quick move buried his dick in my ass.
     While I experienced a sharp pain that nearly took my
breath away, he experienced his first whole, which also took
his breath away.  He stayed there impaled on my ass for a
few seconds, while Carlos continued to pound my face.  I was
really impressed with Carlos's staying power. I had been
sucking his cock for nearly 20 minutes and he had not cum
yet.
     "Shit don't just stand there, start fucking him.  I
can't wait until I get to shove my dick up that faggot ass,"
said Robbie from the side lines.
     With this tender encouragement Kyle started to hump.
His momentum increased and soon he was like a jackhammer at
my ass.  I had actually been glad of the few moments between
the entry and his fucking.  It gave my tight ass time to
partially adjust to the dick in it.
     Finally I began to feel that extra firmness in Carlos's
dick that told me he was about to cum.  He started to pull
almost all the way out, hold there for a second and then in
one single motion thrust all the way to the balls again.  ON
about the fourth time he did this he stayed buried to the
balls and I could feel his dick flex as he sprayed cum
strait down my throat.  After a few sprays he pulled back
and started to fill my mouth with his hot seed.
     "God damn this fag is one hot bitch," he said as he
unloaded his cum into my mouth.  I swallowed it all and
licked my lips as he pulled his dick out.
     The action at my head was enough to push Kyle over the
edge.  He thrusted deep and just stayed there.  I could feel
each flex of his dick as he came in my ass.  He started to
shake with the force of his cum and nearly fell over.  As
his dick slipped out, with an audible pop, he shot a final
stream up my pack and into my hair.
     Robbie was impressed and said,"Damn I aint ever shot
that far.  He must have a super ass."  Robbie then did push
Kyle over and did not hesitate to shove his dick in my ass,
"Oh, God sweet velvet.  This is tighter and smother than any
bitch's cunt."
     His entry was sudden, but because of the fucking from
Kyle it was not painful.  I tried tightening and loosening
my ass to give him more pleasure.  He had only been screwing
me for a minute or two when his motion changed and I could
tell he was about to cum again.  He, like Kyle thrusted all
the way in and stayed as he came.
     I looked at Carlos, who had gotten dressed.  He saw me
looking at him and said, "I know faggot you want my dick to,
but not today.  We are out of time and besides you already
got so much cum up your ass it is leaking out.  I aint much
into sloppy thirds.  I will be back though in a few days.  I
will give you a good rodeo."
     With that all three of the boys got dressed and left.
Not another word was said.  It has been nearly a month and
they have not been back to visit, but I keep hoping.