Date: Mon, 22 Mar 1999 00:44:51 EST
From: EBayBarber@aol.com
Subject: TKE, chapter 4

Chapter 4:  Ford's Story

[author's note:  I have been advised by my editor that I should use "cum"
instead of "come" as the sexually-related word.  So, for the remainder of this
story, "cum," "cumming," and "pre-cum" will be so-spelled.  I now return you to
our story in progress.]

When I got back to my room, I decided to take a shower to get rid of the day's
grime.  I got undressed and put on a robe.  I had just grabbed a towel and was
routing through my toiletries when there was a knock on the door.  I opened it
to find Ford standing there with a grin on his face.

"It's later," he said.

"I was just going to take a shower," I said.  "Why don't you join me?"

"Let me go get my stuff, and I'll see you there," Ford said, and he head off
to his room down the hall.

I thought a moment, then went back and grabbed some more stuff from my
toiletry kit.  I closed the door to my room and headed to the bathroom.  At
that time of night it was deserted, and the chance of anyone ELSE wanting to
take a shower was nil.  

We had a communal shower; three stalls separated by shoulder-high walls, and
an open drying-off area separated from the toilets and sinks, perfect for
private rendezvous.  I pulled the shower curtain closed, hung up my towel and
robe, grabbed my soap, and turned the water on.  

A couple of minutes later the curtain was slid aside, and Ford came in.  He
took off the towel wrapped around him, grabbed his own soap, and headed for
the stall next to mine.

We chatted about this and that as we soaped up.  Finally I asked, "You're not
gay, are you?"

"No," he said.  "I'm straight."  Then he added, almost as an after thought,
"Mostly."

"Then where did you learn to suck cock?" I pressed him.  "Tonight was
obviously not your first time."

So he told me his story...

"I have three older brothers," Ford began.  "We're all two years apart.  My
parents were regular as clockwork when it came to having kids.  I'm the
youngest.

"My parents didn't teach us about sex.  And since I grew up in a pretty
conservative town, we didn't get much sex education in school, either.  It
just wasn't something one talked about, so we had to pretty much figure out
what it was all about our own.

"Anyway, one day I came home and found Cameron, that's my next older brother,
lying on his bed beating off.  I found out later that they'd planned it.  My
brothers, all of them together, decided it was time to teach me about sex, to
initiate me into their club."

"You'd like Cameron.  He's REALLY good looking; he makes me look like a dork."
Cameron must have been a god, if Ford, this paragon of jockness, was calling
him good-looking in comparison.  Cameron did come up to visit Ford once, and I
found out everything Ford said about him--and more--was true.

Ford continued, "And he's gay.  You'd have a GREAT time with him."  Ford was
right, I DID have a great time with him on that one visit.  "Anyway, I was
close to twelve, so Cameron was close to fourteen.  Naturally I asked him what
he was doing, and rather than being embarrassed to be caught beating off, he
seemed happy to show me all about it."

"Cameron made me take off my clothes; he had just pulled down his pants and
underwear.  I sprung a boner--I'd had them before but didn't think much of
them.  They were more of an inconvenience.  I knew that you weren't supposed
to have one in the locker room or the guys would laugh at you, but thought of
it as a muscle cramp or something.  It never occurred to me that it could be
some much fun to play with your boner.

"So, Cameron showed me how to beat off.  I started working my cock back and
forth, then Cameron leaned over and took hold of it to show me how to do it
right.  Boy did THAT feel good, having someone else do me.  Then Cameron made
me beat him off for a while.  Then we each did ourselves.  

"Cameron started speeding up, so I started speeding up.  Remember, I was
learning from him.  I wasn't sure what was going to happen, only that it felt
good, and my balls started feeling tight, and my cock was getting even harder.
Cameron yelled at me to put one hand over the tip, to `Catch it,' whatever IT
was.  

"I put my hand over the tip-boy was THAT sensitive, and pretty soon cream
started coming out.  At least it looked sort of like cream.  Cameron started
cumming when he saw ME cumming.  He caught his jism in his hand, too.  He kept
beating off, so I did too.

"Finally we stopped. `How was it,' Cameron asked me.  It was, um, INTENSE, I
told him.  Then I looked at the jism in my hand, and he looked at his hand,
and he said, `That's cum.  You can eat it.'  So e licked off his hand and I
licked off mine.  It tasted kind of salty and, well, you probably know.  I
never acquired a taste for it, but don't mind it."  That's what Ford said, he
didn't MIND the taste of cum.  Like he'd had many opportunities to try
different guy's cum.  And this guy was straight?

Ford went on, "Anyway, then Cameron told me about cum, and sperm and women and
babies and stuff, and even gave me a couple of porno magazines to look at.
And THAT'S how I got my sex education.  But it's not all my brothers taught me
about sex.

"Pretty soon I was beating off with Cameron every day.  Then one day, as we
were beating off, Cameron said to me, `Want to try something which feels even
better?'  So when I agreed, Cameron leaned over my cock and started sucking on
it.  After he did that for a while, he told me to suck on his cock.  SO we
took turns that day.  I came in his mouth, and he swallowed it, so naturally I
let him cum in my mouth and I swallowed it.  Pretty soon we were giving each
other blow jobs instead of just beating off together.

"Then one day Cameron was sitting at the end of the bed, legs spread, and I
was kneeling between them sucking on his cock, when the door to his room burst
open and in came our other brothers.  Dave, the oldest, was eighteen, a senior
in high school.  He's dark and hairy and very straight.  Teddy was sixteen.
He's the only blond in the family.  I think he goes both ways.  He had a
girlfriend, but also spent a lot of time hanging around queers."  

Ford looked at me, then said, "Is it okay if I call them queers?  You know, I
don't have anything against gay guys, like you and Jason."   Now THAT was
news.  Jason was another gymnast, a sophomore, REALLY cute body, and not a
member of the clique playing our game of Strip Wales Tales.  And my gaydar
hadn't gone off when I was near him.  Hmmm, maybe I need to have it adjusted!
"I sort of differentiate between guys like you, you know, who look and act
normal, and guys who are effeminate, or prance about, or, you know, say,
`Girl' and `Fabulous!'  Those are the guys I call `queer.'  And my brother
hangs around with them some, so I think he's doing it with them and with his
girlfriend.  It HAS improved his fashion sense!  But, where was I?

"So Dave and Teddy burst into the room.  Cameron, in the meantime, had
squeezed his knees together, trapping my head between them with his cock in my
mouth.  `So, our little brother is a cocksucker?' Dave asked.  All I could do
was mumble, since my mouth was, um, kind of full.  I found out later that
they'd all planned it, that they'd decided it was time for me to become a FULL
member of their little club.

"So Dave and Teddy got undressed.  Teddy was bigger than Dave, even though he
was two years' younger, and that kind of pissed Dave off.  Even now, whenever
one of us wants to get Dave mad, we just call him `Tiny Dick' or `TD.'  Then
Dave decided he didn't want a blow job from me.  `I'm a REAL man,' Dave
announced to all of us.  `Real men FUCK, they don't get blow jobs.'

"He had even remembered to bring lube with him--they had REALLY planned this.
SO I was kind of scared when they spread me across the bed, with my ass up in
the air ready for whatever.  I knew about fucking, from the porno magazines,
but that was all STRAIGHT fucking.  I didn't know men fucked each other in the
ass.

"But I learned about it THAT day.  First Dave fucked me, and BOY did that
hurt.  Probably because he was the first.  He rubbed lube all over his hard
cock, and sort of on my ass, but not into it.  I thought I'd be split apart
when he rammed it into me.  He fucked long and hard strokes, almost pulling
out before ramming it in again.  He claims that's the way women like it, but
I'm not so sure.

"Then Teddy fucked me, and that hurt even more because he was bigger.  Not
real big, maybe six inches then, he's MUCH bigger now, maybe eight inches or
more.  Then Cameron got into the act and fucked me.  He fucks like a rabbit,
short, quick, strokes, and comes pretty quickly, at least when he's fucking.

"Then they handed me a towel to wipe my ass with, it was dripping with cum and
lube and stuff.  Then they turned to Cameron and said, `Well, since he did all
of us, YOU can do him.'  Cameron protested, but they threatened to hold him
down and ALL fuck him.  So Cameron climbed onto the bed and lay down on his
back.  

"I kind of looked at them and said, `What do I do?'  So they laughed, and told
me to climb between Cameron's legs.  They put his legs on my shoulders, and
handed me the lube.  I was already hard--I knew THAT much about fucking.  I
spread it all over my cock and balls, I didn't have any idea how much was
needed.

"So then I fucked him.  And I found out he liked it.  And he liked giving blow
jobs.  And getting them.  So then there was sort of a hierarchy; Dave could
fuck anyone, since he was the oldest and strongest.  Then Teddy could fuck
Cameron or me.  And Cameron could fuck me, because I was the youngest, but
usually he let me fuck him.  He liked that better.  And Dave told me that I
could fuck Teddy on `special occasions.'  Teddy didn't like that much, but
since Dave is stronger he couldn't do much.

"I only fucked Teddy a couple of times, once on my birthday, then they decided
that wasn't a special-enough occasion, and then when I graduated from high
school.  Dave said I could fuck HIM when I graduated from college.  I can
hardly wait!"  Ford grinned at me when he said that, like it would be a
`crowning moment' of his life.  I guess they took their fucking SERIOUSLY in
that family!

By then Ford and I were clean.  Before Ford could turn off his water I said,
"Just a minute.  I want to do something."  Ford waited as I reached for my
robe and took out a pair of electric clippers.  

I knelt in front of him.  "Stand still," I commanded, and he did.  "I want to
trim you, to give you some more definition, to match what you have up here," I
said, patting his "six-pack" abs.

I set the clippers on "high" and ran them along Ford's belly at the top of his
pubic hair.  I worked my way down and around, and soon he had neatly trimmed
pubes.  "Hold it," I said, as Ford moved to turn off his water.  I put the
clippers back in the robe pocket and pulled out a can of shaving cream and a
razor.  "Now your balls," I told him.

"What'll I tell the guys in the locker room?" Ford asked.

"Tell them you lost a bet.  Or that your girlfriend made you shave," I
suggested.  "Tell them it feels great when you get a blow job."  Then I
grinned and added, "You'll see THAT for yourself in a few minutes."  With that
retort I picked up the can, shook it a couple of times, and started lathering
Ford's balls.

I'm a good shaver; I've had considerable practice, since I have big balls and
like getting them worked on.  With a few deft strokes, most of the hairs on
Ford's balls were gone.  I then slowed down, taking hold of skin and
stretching it to get his balls totally smooth.  Not once did he complain that
I was pulling too hard or squeezing too tight; either he was a natural ball-
man, or had learned to be stoic by his brothers' treatment.

"Spread your legs," I told Ford, so I could clean the skin stretching back
from his balls to ass.  I thought I'd have to stay away from shaving his ass
hole; his girlfriend wouldn't have made him shave THAT.  But I did manage to
trim the stray hairs growing along his cock.  "Rinse off," was the next thing
I had to tell him, and then we were done.

We toweled off, then headed back to my room.  No one was in the hall, so we
didn't have to worry about explaining why two naked brothers were heading back
to one room.  I opened the door, motioned Ford past me, then closed and locked
it behind us.

By then Ford had taken off his towel and was standing there drying his hair
with it.  "Hold it," I said.  "Don't stop."  I grabbed a camera from my drawer
and snapped a picture.  "One for the books," I thought.

"Lay down on the bed on your stomach," I said.  Ford did, and I took another
picture.  "Now on your side, resting on an elbow."  This is one of my favorite
positions, somehow it makes the guy look particularly inviting.  "Smile," I
added.  "Now lay on your back."  Soon I finished the roll and decided I
couldn't think of any more positions for Ford.  Except one, on his back with
his legs hanging over the bed and his knees spread apart.

I knelt between Ford's knees and reached for his cock.  I looked at it, as it
hardened.  I then stuck out my tongue and gently ran it over and around the
tip.  I then pulled back Ford's foreskin and swirled my tongue around and
around the sensitive skin where the glans meets the shaft.  Ford began
moaning, and a drop of pearly pre-cum appeared at the tip of Ford's cock.  I
quickly licked it off, then began probing there for more.

After a few minutes playing with just the tip of Ford's cock, I began
exploring further, licking and lapping my way down the sides of his cock.
Ford continued to leak and I continued to lick up each drop.  We were a team!

With my nose buried at the base of Ford's cock, my mouth was in the
appropriate position to explore Ford's balls, so I did.  First one got my
attention as I gently sucked it into my mouth.  I ran my tongue over and
around, pressing gently, then sucking, then opening my mouth and blowing hot
air over it.  Ford started groaning, and thrusting his hips like he was
fucking.

I then took Ford's  other ball in my mouth and lavished my attention on IT.
Ford continued moaning and writhing.  Occasionally I let his ball out of my
mouth so I could lick the pre-cum which was now coming (pardon the pun) at a
steady rate, almost like a slowly-dripping spigot.

When I finally put BOTH balls in my mouth, I thought Ford would cum on the
spot.  He held back, so I continued running my tongue between and around them,
blowing hot air on them, tickling them with my tongue.  I knew Ford was having
a good time; I sure was.

And my hands?  What were THEY doing while my mouth was bestowing pleasure on
Ford's balls?  My left hand was running up and down Ford's chest, outlining
the great musculature, as they'd call it in anatomy class, marking each rib
with a delicate touch.  Occasionally my had strayed down to Ford's cock, to
hold it as I licked up the pre-cum.  Hell, I figure if Ford is going to spend
long hours in the gym developing such great abs, the least I can do is show my
appreciation!

My right hand, in the meantime, had reached under the bed and opened the jar
of lube which I had placed there before going to take my shower.  I took a
dollop and reached underneath Ford's balls.  Ford's ass certainly knew what to
do; it seemed to open wide and invite me to explore further as it felt my
slick finger.

I decided Ford wasn't lying about my not being the first to fuck him; I soon
had three fingers up his ass, trying to find that magical spot.  I soon gave
up; contenting myself with massaging his ass hole.  I guess one disadvantage
of a super-jock's ass is that you need really long fingers to reach through
the layers of muscles to reach his prostate.  Either long fingers or a long
something else; something I intended to find out presently.

The combination of my mouth on Ford's balls--I LOVE sensitive balls--and the
fingers of one hand up his ass, and the fingertips of the other hand making
patterns on his belly, soon proved to be too much for Ford.  He started
writhing extra hard, then acting like he wanted to fuck the ceiling, gasping
and moaning like all-get-out, as they say in the South.

I felt Ford's balls tighten up in my mouth, pulling against the insides of my
lip.  I gave one final tongue bath, then let go and grabbed quickly for his
cock.  I barely got it into my mouth as Ford writhed yet farther and a
fountain of cum started spraying.  Well, it would have been a fountain had I
not caught this delicious nectar in my mouth.  Boy, it's been a long time
since I've made someone cum just from working on his balls and ass, or, should
I say, without even working on his cock.

Ford kept writhing and cumming as I worked his BALLS--not his cock--with my left
hand--the one which was not up his ass.  I continued working THAT hand around
also.  Ford writhed and groaned and yet writhed some more.  I continued my
work, long past when the last drops of cum had been milked from his balls.  

At last Ford reached down to push my head away from his cock-spout.  He lay
there, gasping.  "Wow! He exclaimed.  "That was better than anything CAMERON
ever did to me.  Even better than the time Betty stuck her vibrator up my
ass!"  At least Ford had the modesty to start blushing when he made this
admission about last year's fraternity queen.

Ford lay there a moment, then bent his knees.  "Your turn," he said.  I would
have preferred a blow job myself, but since Ford had already blown me once
that evening, I decided I'd settle for a fuck.  Don't you just HATE when you
have to settle for fucking a hot stud whom you've just shaved, taken pictures
of, and gotten off by sucking his balls?

I reached down to lube my cock, which had been patiently waiting, long and
hard (get the pun?) for me to finish with Ford's cock.  Ford's ass was already
well-lubricated from my recent playing.  I pulled up on Ford's ankles, raising
them towards his head and spreading them wide.  I positioned myself between
them.  I aimed my cock and in it went.  

I soon felt Ford's ass muscles enveloping my cock, tightening their grip.  I
leaned forward, looking into Ford's eyes and my chest nearly lay on his.
Ford's eye's were closed.  I couldn't tell if he was sleeping, or closing out
the pain, or thinking back to all the times he'd been fucked by his brothers. 

As I started moving my hips back and forth, Ford opened his eyes.  "You're
more gentle than my brothers," he said.  "I'd hate to be a girl the way my
brothers fuck.  They play their sports hard and tough, and they fuck the same
way."

I continued moving in and out, gently, in time to the music running through my
head.  My cock tingled as Ford's ass tightened every time I thrust inward and
touched that sweet spot which I'd been unable to find with my fingers.  In and
out, in and out, I could almost feel myself lulling Ford--and myself--to sleep
with my gentle motions.

My cock had other ideas; though; IT was still awake, and ready to have ITS
fun.  It soon told me to hurry up.  My hips listened, and my pace soon
quickened.  A gentle lullaby was soon a march.

Ford looked up.  "You're close?"  I nodded, and felt Ford's ass tighten yet
more around my swollen organ.  Yes, this boy knew his part in the scheme of
fucking.

"I'm cumming," I stated (people--well, guys, anyway--are amazed that I can cum
without showing emotion, without making noise.  I can also make the
appropriate noises, it depends on my mood.  Gentle fucking should be
accompanied by gentle noises, I figure.)

Ford's ass tightened, and I pressed in, holding me deep within his bowels.  My
cock swelled, and I felt my cum gushing, well, as much as it could given its
current location.  I felt the warm goo running over the head of my cock,
running along the walls of Ford's ass.

I pumped a couple of more times, empty my balls.  Finally I was done.  I laid
there for a few seconds, before slowly removing my cock from Ford's ass.  I
slowly got to my feet, went to the closet and grabbed a couple of towels.  I
tossed one to Ford so he could wipe off his cock and ass--my hostly
responsibilities only go so far.  

I wiped myself off with the other towel.  Then I opened a desk drawer an
pulled out a joint and lighter.  "Do you smoke after sex?" I asked, waiting to
see if he knew the proper response.

"I never looked," Ford replied, grinning.  "But I'll take a hit of that, if
you're offering."  I was, so I gave him the lit joint.  I sat down next to
him, and we passed the joint back and forth.

"Are you SURE you're not gay?"  I asked.

"Yeah," Ford replied.  "I like dating girls.  I like FUCKING girls.  But I
also like getting my cock sucked, and, you know what they say, when the lights
are out, well, MY cock can't tell if it's a guy or a girl sucking on it.  And
my ass?  Well, all I used it for is shitting.  So, if I can get YOU to give me
a blow job and all I have to do is lie back and have you stick your cock into
my shit chute, well, I can dig it.  So, straight?  Well, maybe I'm just not
narrow!.  But I DO plan to date women and marry one."  Then he turned to me,
head on, "But if I can get my balls worked on like YOU just did, well, you can
fuck me in return."  Then he shut up and we smoked the rest of the roach in
silence.

Ford got up when we were done and put his towel around his waist.  I got up,
too.  "Let me check and make sure the coast is clear," I suggested.  I opened
the door and took a quick look.  No one was in the hall.  Ford moved towards
me.  "Good night," he said.  Then he grabbed a corner of his towel and pulled
it up, exposing his cock and balls.  "If you want more of this some time, let
me know.  If I'm not getting it regularly from some girl, it's all yours!"
With that he slid past me and scurried down the hall.  I closed the door to my
room, turned off the light, and got into bed.