Date: Tue, 22 Jan 2008 14:02:57 -0800 (PST) From: don mumford Subject: OLIVER AT COLLEGE ...CONCLUSION (PART 2) by Donny Mumford Spunky was in a relaxed sleeping pattern... his exhales tickling my neck. We were both naked under a sheet on that tiny bed in one of the small "get acquainted" rooms, chest to chest... face to face...dick to dick, my arms holding him against me....it was nice. I couldn't sleep and, as usual, my mind was jumping around from one thought to another. Sometimes a positive thought, like... being proud of myself for putting Spunky's mind at ease about the auction. And then I'd have a negative thought, like.... it was mostly my fault we were in the auction in the first place. I should never have agreed to it. It would have been OK to say, "Sorry ....even though it's to help AIDS research, my friend and I are not volunteering to let strangers fuck us." The guy who talked us into it was a hell of a salesman ....he made it seem that without Spunky and me, the auction would be a bust. So we went along with it, both feeling like we were celebrities for a little while. The "second-guessing" of ourselves came too late to back out. My mind also came up with dumb thoughts, like..... why didn't Alexander and Tunes step in and tell the organizers, "HELL NO! not our boys."? But I recognized right away how stupid that was. Alexander wasn't much older than me and Tunes is just two years older... why should I expect them to assume the role of guardians for us. Those guys are party animals! ...not baby sitters. It's not as if we were raped or whipped or humiliated by the older guys.... nothing like that. As a matter of fact, they treated us like we were very special. They'd donated their money during the silent auction because, let's face it...the older dudes wanted to fuck younger dudes. Spunky and me weren't the only volunteers...there were seven other young "Robins" who volunteered along with us. My fuck-guy, Ronald, was a nice man and actually offered to skip the sex entirely if I didn't want to go through with it, but that didn't seem fair. In the end both Spunky and me kept our word... then, afterward we both started feeling weird, like we'd done something wrong. Best to chalk the whole thing up to experience and make sure I never put myself in that type situation again. Plus, no more poppers, ever. The butt plug...well, we'll see about that. Spunky and me had intentions of making-out in this little room and see what that led to... except, he fell asleep. Making out with another boy has been one of my favorite things to do ever since my first gay kiss nine months ago. Thinking about kissing made me think of Frankie because he introduced me to the spit swapping kiss which is now my favorite one. I'll see Frankie later this week, but for now I nestled my nose into Spunky's spiked red hair and then lightly kiss his forehead. Spunky and Frankie both have that vivid, bright red hair that's so cool-looking. I love being gay, and I love boys like Spunky....cute and sweet. I'd first started fantasizing about making out with a boy at age ten or eleven. Earlier this year I turned nineteen and the number of times I'd kissed another boy up till then...all totaled-up, including quickies was zero. Yep, zero is the number of boys I'd kissed until Cristobal unexpectedly kissed me on the Penn campus...since then I've made out with at least a half dozen different boys and liked every one of them. Looking back, it's hard to believe that initially I fell in love with every boy I kissed, but that's exactly what I thought. If I kissed a boy, I was in love... Duh, how dumb was that? Now, with nine months of experience behind me, I know that's silly. I love Joey... and, I'm in love with Frankie. All the other boys I've kissed simply qualify for various degrees of "like"....not love. I've never kissed a boy I didn't like.... some I liked more than others, but I liked all six or seven boys that I've made-out with so far. That doesn't make me promiscuous or a bad person, does it? Hell, I'm a healthy, gay, nineteen year old enjoying myself with willing boy partners. Oh my God, there I go again. Why do I go over this same thing so often... I'm probably trying to convince myself I'm OK..I'm sexually normal. Maybe that's it, but I hate laying awake in bed because that's when all these crazy ideas pop-up. It drives me nuts.... can't seem to stop myself from doing it though. Trying to make my mind blank didn't worked so I thought about Frankie instead. Making out with him had produced the most intense sexual feelings I've ever had...the head of my cock in constant motion, vibrating and pulsating. Wow... kissing him and sucking on his tongue, his lips, and neck made me want to meld inside his body and live in there with him... our naked hearts beating against one another .... my boner inside Frankie's boner...both of us experiencing what the other is experiencing. It's a dreamy wonderful time having Frankie's tongue in my mouth... or him sucking mine. Frankie drives me wild... his smell, his looks, his voice...his everything. I don't get nearly as aroused making out with other boys...not like with Frankie. It's sort of a gliding-on-air experience... with an incredibly sensitized boner...one that seems on the edge of blowing the longest string of cum that ever flew out of a boy's cock. No one else does that to me ....except maybe Joey, he comes close to making me feel like that too. I'd never considered Joey in the same light as Frankie before ...but there he is in my head right now. Hmmmm, what an interesting revelation. The next thing I was aware of were the two loud tones sounding from that huge grandfather clock at the bottom of the stairs....two tones, indicating 2am. We'd slept for an hour and a half? Could that be possible? I was suppose to leave with Alexander at 1am. Oh man, this sucks! Jostling Spunky gently two times.... then rocking his body and calling out his name in a stage whisper, "Spunky, Spunky...wake-up dude, it's two o'clock in the morning". Spunky sat up quickly then and asked, "What are we doing here, Oliver?" It took a minute for Spunky to get his bearings and then he told me that the time didn't worry him because he was spending the night here. With Tunes. Spunky lived with his father who was away on business every Friday till Sunday. Tunes brought Spunky to the club regularly and usually screwed him once or twice before bed and sometimes in the morning too. This reminded me to ask about Tunes small "package". Tunes' stretchy, show-all, Batman costume hadn't shown up much of a package for the Tune man so I was curious because...well hell, there's just something fascinating about a small cock...not that mine's small. Mine is average at five plus inches...six inches when at it's bone-hard hardest. Small cocks fascinate me, that's all....a curiosity. Spunky adopted a quiet manner, as if this was a very serious subject. He began explaining that Tunes did have a very small dick ...one that required very little lube. It was a nice gentle feeling being fucked my Tunes. Small dick for sure...especially for a full grown guy. Not the smallest one Spunky had ever seen though. In high school gym there are a number of smaller ones on the younger teens....and Spunky confirmed that he had closely checked them all out too. Spunky elaborated, "By the tenth grade, the cock you got is the one you're going to have till you get old in your forties or fifties and it starts to shrivel up on ya. Then I don't know what the fuck happens. The old dude who did me tonight had a ribbed condom on and his cock didn't feel small because he was obviously wearing four or five condoms to build-up his shriveled dick." I gave Spunky no reaction, just studied his face to see if he was serious... it seems he was. Well, he's never claimed to be a Mensa candidate. But, ya know...he was so sincere about it... as if he was giving me little known, but vital information. Something so sweet about him... I squeezed around his neck with my arm... he looked up and with a quizzical look on his face and asked, "Can I fuck you now, Oliver?" I chuckled, but the truth is that after the poppers had worn off I'd started re-thinking Ronald's fuck and realized it had lost a lot of the mystical powers I'd attributed to it initially. I'll still give him his props, it was a damn good screwing, but maybe just not as fabulous as the poppers and butt plug had me believing at the time. So it's two and a half hours later now and I wouldn't mind one bit getting "done" by Spunky's fat cock. After all, this is suppose to be the wild, adventurous part of my Thanksgiving break and, to be honest with ya... that big cock of Spunky's has been of some interest to me ever since I jerked him off the last time I was here. His hard cock had felt good rubbing against my boner earlier here in bed too....and, it sure didn't look like Alexander was going to be taking care of business for me tonight. With all that in mind I spoke quietly saying, "OK Spunky, that sounds "hot". Ya got a condom, right?" He mumbled, "Oh no!" and scrambled off the bed to start opening drawers in the night stand. Nothing there. "God damnit!" Spunky shouted, "I thought about bringing a condom, but where could I keep it in the stupid costume we have to wear? Tunes always brings the condoms, ya know?" We looked in the little closet by the door...no condom, but there were two heavy cotton bathrobes, bearing the club's logo, hanging in plastic bags... back from the cleaners. We put the robes on and went out in the hallway looking for a condom. Spunky had this take charge, determined look on his youthful face as he strutted from room to room mumbling something about, " that ribbed condom Mr Wiere fucked me with". A ribbed condom would be something new and fine by me. Spunky's whole demeanor kept me smiling. Then I just stared at his bright red hair and thought of Frankie and about the one time he'd fucked me... sort of fucked me. Moving down the hall, most of the doors were unlocked, but no condoms. At the end of the hall was a large locker room, so we wandered in. No condoms there either, but a number of men who had probably taken advantages of the "get acquainted" rooms earlier were taking showers. It was loud in there with shouting and laughter back and forth....steam billowing from the line of shower stalls. There were two piles of bath towels along with tubes of shampoo and bathing gels so Spunky and me grabbed a couple, hung up the robes, and shared a shower stall. The water was quite warm pouring our of three shower heads, just like in Alexander's condo bath...it felt wonderful. We shampooed each others hair... most of the remaining black die came out of mine. We washed each other's bodies for at least fifteen minutes....the last ten with our pokers repeatedly bumping into one another's belly. Spunky asked, "Ya think I could fuck you here, Oliver?" I was ready for it, but men were walking back and forth to and from shower stalls, so I told him it wouldn't be cool to put on a show for all these men. Drying off and putting the bathrobes on we went back to our first room to grab our costumes. A few rooms down was unoccupied, with clean linens on the bed so we went in. "No condom, but how about we try a nice yummy sixty-nine?" was my suggestion. Spunky wet his lips, his eyes got big and shiny as he said, "Oh yeah" and that's what we did. The feel of Spunky's shaved, smooth as silk body aroused me so much as we hugged and cuddled against each other.... we fit ourselves into each other as tight as two boys can get, just enjoying how it felt. After a bit we slipped into our over-do make-out. Oh my, the boners that sprung up from that activity ... When we couldn't wait any longer Spunky scrambled around on the bed and took hold of my hard cock in his fist, licked it from my nuts up to the head just as I was plopping his in my mouth. His cock is very fat and it surely was a mouthful, but I managed to suck and lap it without pulling a muscle in my tongue...or anything like that. I really love sucking on young guys' cocks. Perhaps I've mention that fact once or twice before. The sixty-nine action gets tricky for me, trying to figure out what to concentrate on at any given moment... the great fat cock in my mouth or the truly sensational feelings radiating from my cock and balls as Spunky demonstrated that he knew a little something about sucking a guy's pecker. Oh my God, sixty-nine is wicked hot. And the sucking and licking is so much hotter around a shaved pube area. Smooth as skin can get, not a single hair or stubble....just tight, youthful, nice smelling, nice tasting, boy cock and belly and ball-sack skin....it's enough to make a person dizzy. I lapped Spunky's hairless nut sack over and over before sucking his slippery nuts into my mouth one at a time and then both together...what a mouthful! Pressing against his sack with my tongue, squeezing his balls together until I heard him grunt and buck his hips.... precum drooled down his boner over my fingers and finally across my cheek. Then I stroked his cock a few times trying for more pre cum....all the time Spunky sucking me off like a pro. So many different sensations happening at once... Awesome.. Spunky would lazily stroke my wet boner whenever he'd switch from sucking on that dripping cock of mine to pushing up my leg and begin rimming my ass....after that I was more than happy to help him by holding my leg up for him myself. His rimming was very energetic and when his tongue went in my hole I had to pull my head away from his cock, squeeze my eyes and mouth shut and concentrate with all my might not to blow off a cum load right that second. I counted to ten and then relaxed enough to enjoy the thrill of almost cuming. Putting his fat boner back in my mouth to suck on some more just before following Spunky's lead. I lapped down his boner, over his hard nuts heading for his hole. Spunky lifted his leg before I even got there and I energetically rimming him for five minutes straight... he gasped, then stopped everything to grunt out, "I'm getting ready to blow my wad, Oliver...put it back in your mouth so I can really get off". A few more laps across his hole and then dragging my tongue up and over his nuts, which were now tight against his groin, I licked up his boner twice slowly. Spunky was making a long hissing sound between his teeth while he held my boner in his fist, like you might hold a microphone. I hesitated for a second and then sucked his throbbing cock back in my warm, saliva-filled mouth to tongue the swollen cock head...round and round my tongue went rimming his pee slit and lapping around the cut skin at the neck of his tulip-shaped, expanding head...all the time doing short strokes, jerking him off with my thumb and index fingers. With a grunt and a long moan, Spunky put my boner back in his mouth and licked with his tongue as he sucked with his lips.... "Ooooooh" squeezed out of my mouth past his fat cock.... It wasn't long before Spunky blubbered something out around my boner and his first long stream of cum fill-up my mouth. The second volley overloaded my mouth and his cum mixing with my spit ran down my chin in a stream... one more shot of creamy teen-boy cum and I was just able to swallow half of it before I shot off hard into Spunky's mouth. With my mouth full of cum I went, "Ohhhh' again and began to swallow the rest of Spunky's almost tasteless, thick, creamy load. It all happened so fast...the thrilling sensation of my initial climax along with Spunky's strong sucking action...those two things together made me take a quick inhale and along with the oxygen a lot of that last half-swallowed cum sucked right up my nose. That same thing happens when I blow Randy sometimes ....he and Spunky produced a great amount of cum. Spunky could really suck my boner and once my mouth was empty I was squealing and blowing cum bubbles out my nose...the little bubbles burst against Spunky's thigh... my hips were humping as Spunky held tight to my cock, keeping it in his mouth... he sucked till my balls were empty. We just lay there in that sixty-nine position for a few minutes...not talking, just breathing hard. Spunky's cock and balls smelled good... his natural body smell I mean, over and above the bath gel that was barely detectable by now. Resting my face against his smooth belly and loosely holding onto his softening cock...my index finger poking up his hole, my nose rubbing against his belly and then down to rub against his loose nuts...all in my effort to realize more of that Spunky-smell. When Spunky stopped moaning and started his scrambling move to get around to join me at the top of the bed my finger pulled right out of his hole and I had to let go of his cock, but I'd had myself a very sexy ten minutes. Really enjoyed having that cock in my mouth and that young teen body all around me...wished it could have lasted longer. Very, very nice. Spunky, sharing the pillow again, had his eyes as wide open as mine. We looked at each other with amazed expressions because it was had been a very sexy time together.. exceeding our expectations I think. When he asked, "You OK, Oliver?" I told him that he was an excellent cock sucker. He appeared to be touched by that and said in a serious manner, "Oh gosh, thanks Oliver...that's so nice of you to say". HA ha....He's so innocent and so "not-too-bright"... I've grown very fond of him. I smiled real hard and kissed him which started us off on a low level make-out that got our peckers back up as high as medium hard. It's still enjoyable to make-out right after climaxing, in case you were wondering. Spunky was running his fingers through my short hair telling me how it was almost back to it's regular shade of brown and I was casually playing with his semi-hard cock and rubbing his hairless belly thinking... a shaved body is WAY better! All the poppers affect had long gone and it had been quite a while since our last alcoholic beverage so we were both starting to get that little early warning, hang-over feeling. Spunky said, "My head hurts, Oliver. Let's get out of here and see what's going on. If it's OK with you.". We dragged ourselves off the bed, put on our ridiculous costumes and went looking for another drink, or a Tylenol ... we didn't much care which one we found first. It was after two o'clock in the morning, but the club was still rocking and rolling. It didn't seem like very many guys had left, except perhaps the guys we wanted to find... Alexander and Tunes. Actually, it didn't surprise me that Alexander wasn't here because he's real conscientious about his business and I thought that by now he'd be in his condo sleeping.... he had to work at the barbershop with Anthony tomorrow... Saturday. It is almost certain that he'd made arrangements before he left to get me there somehow... that's why I wanted to find Tunes. As luck would have it we ran into Roger first. He was slightly drunk and therefore, almost friendly. "You two hotties hooked-up for a little teen fun, huh?! I'm jealous. Come on boys I'll buy ya both a beer". And, he did too. I didn't really want it and as soon as I got the bartender's attention I asked quietly for some Tylenol.... he reached under the bar and plopped a bottle of Advil in front of me. Taking two with my beer and then pushed the bottle to Spunky who took three and held them in his hand while he patiently explained to Roger that Tunes wouldn't want him blowing him..."Sorry, Roger". Roger glanced over at me, did a dismissive shake of his head and then started bitching about his date who hadn't been seen for two hours. I thought, but didn't say... "Ha ha, he couldn't stand you either, you pompous ass"... That's how grown-up and classy I can be. We sipped our beer and bummed a couple of cigarettes from a passing Batman. Ugh, Salem lights.."Sail em, don't inhale em", Roger said. I go, "What?" He explained in great depth how his senior marketing class in college went retro and Roger got even more pompous then usual with this lecture about advertising...blah, blah, blah. "Tell it to somebody who gives a shit" is another thing I thought, but didn't say. After a while Spunky screwed up his face and said, "What are you talking about, Roger"... Roger stopped, looked at both of us, made a face like "why am I talking to these two nitwits?" Then he mumbles, "Forget about it. I gotta go" and he got up and walked out of the bar. I laughed and Spunky looked confused. Then we both saw Tunes walking in and, at the same time, called out, "Tunes, over here". Tunes seemed in a good mood, "You two teenie-bopper perverts having fun?" Spunky said, "What do ya mean?" I said, "We're having a blast, but I messed-up my ride home by falling asleep. Did Alexander say anything about me getting to his condo?" Tunes nodded his head that "yeah, Alexander had said something", but before telling me what it was he ordered an Irish Coffee and, when he offered.... Spunky ordered a coke, I ordered a regular coffee with cream and five sugars. The bartender taking our barely sipped beers away, stared at me. I frowned at his stare and asked, "What? He chuckled saying, "A little coffee with your sugar... coming up". "What?" I said, again. While waiting for our drinks Tunes told me that when the valet-parking boys are off duty I'd get a ride home with one of them. Alexander had tipped one of the boys twenty dollars to drive me to the condo. Great! and I bet I know which valet boy he tipped too.... I was feeling perkier by the second thinking about Bobby. The recent sixty-nine climax not withstanding, Bobby was very interesting to me. What a hot looking nineteen year old he is. Tunes bought a pack of Marlboro Lights, we drank our drinks and smoked our cigarettes while Tunes, in between sips and drags, sweet talked with Spunky. Spunky kept looking over at me with a concerned frown on his clueless, cute face. I tried to give a nice smile back at him indicating that everything was fine. I think that Tunes finally got tired of Spunky paying so much attention to me because he looked over and suggested, in a nice way, that maybe I should go check-out arrangements for my ride to the condo. Then, he probably felt that he'd been too direct and maybe a little rude so quickly added that he and Spunky had a room for the night and they were going up there now, so.... That's fine, but it still boils down to, "beat it". However, no problem, it was perfectly fine with me. Spunky, on the other hand, must have felt like he was abandoning me or something because he leaned over to whisper in my ear, "I'm sorry Oliver, I have to go with Tunes...you understand, don't you? Will you be alright without me?" Oh my! I bit my lip to keep from smiling or, God forbid, laughing out loud and in a mournful voice I assured Spunky that I'm good... everything is OK. He held my face between his hands and told me that next time he'd try to spend more time with me...he promised. I didn't know what the fuck to do or say to that...it was so bizarre. I just gave him a shy smile and a little wave. The two of them finally walked away with their arms around each other's waist. I headed out of the bar wondering if occasionally Tunes lets Spunky fuck him ...bet he does. I sure as hell wouldn't mind Spunky fucking me with that great fifteen-year-old cock of his. Wish we could have found a condom. Damn, it was wicked cold outside the club ... I was only wearing that skimpy silk costume. Too cold... so back inside I go to look for one of Alexander's friends. Maybe someone can lend me something from their car or locker.... a sweatshirt, a jacket or something to keep me from freezing to death while I'm looking for the parking-valets. When looking for one of Alexander's friends it's always wise to check the bars first .... these boys are boozers. The first bar I came to was named "HOTTIE LOUNGE" .... immediately, above the heavy rap music, Dennis' lisping voice could be heard yelling something which caused lots of laughter. Dennis and six other guys were sitting together at the bar ogling naked young boys who were dancing on a small stage situated behind the bartenders' space. The dancing boys all had their puberty packages, but just barely for two of them. Couldn't help but stare... Is there anything in the world more beautiful? I can only hope they know what their doing. "Oliver, over here" called out Ronald. He was sitting next to Dennis facing the door I'd just walked through. Mr Wiere, the older guy who had won the auction for Spunky was also there, plus a couple of guys I'd seen around, but hadn't met . By the time I was finally able to fight my way through the group of men standing around the small bar area both my front and back Velcro flaps had been pulled open. Stepping up to the bar I saw that Dennis and Ronald each had their hand in the other's lap. They were stroking bare boners that pointed straight up out of their pants. My mouth must have dropped open because everyone laughed when they saw my face. Immediately following the laughter I got hugged, kissed and generally mauled by three of the guys closest to me. They were all drunk. Someone fondled my ass roughly before I was able to squeeze in between Dennis and Ronald. Explaining my need for something warm to wear Dennis said, "No problem Oliver. They sell all kinds of T shirts and sweatshirts and hats right from the bar here". He bought me an XLARGE purple sweat shirt that had "HOTTIE LOUNGE" across the chest in big pink letters. I pulled it over my head and it hung down below my ass...nice warm fleece material. My folks will love it! I kissed Dennis "thank you" and headed outside to find Bobby...or someone from the valet service. I didn't want to mess-up this ride... The parking lot was in the back. Walking all the way around the club and then, there it was.... a lighted building titled "Parking Office". Opening the door and cigarette smoke engulfed me. "Yeah, what do ya need, kid?" asked a middle aged man. There were six guys about my age smoking cigarettes, talking, and drinking cokes. None of them was Bobby. One of the boys in the group spoke up, "Are you Bobby's, ah, er, friend" and I nodded my head "yes". "He's delivering a car to the front right now, come on in and wait for him, if ya want to". The middle age man was sort of blocking my way. He had a pot belly, a pimp mustache, and a bad mousy brown, comb-over. "Martin Snooky, I run the valet service" he said as he held out his hand to shake, "Call me Marty. Ya looking for a job?" Marty was wearing a plaid sport coat, with a maroon shirt and tie. It went perfect with the comb-over. I told him I wasn't from around here so I must decline his kind invitation of employment. He immediately lost interest in me ... I went over to sit with the valet boys. Marty went back to sit behind a small table where he had papers to shuffle. The kid who had spoken up had a seventies style Beatles' haircut and braces on his teeth....he told me his name was Ned something, I forget the last name. He had some acne on his forehead, but he was still kinda cute. I introduced myself and took the offer of a cigarette as the heavy set kid next to Ned asked, "You queer?" I told him, "Yes. I'm gay...how bout you?" He wasn't, but he didn't seem to mind that I was. It's hard to tell, but none of these kids appeared to be gay. Bobby certainly was though and these kids apparently knew he was too, but didn't care. Cool dudes. They were telling stories while waiting for three-thirty to get here... that's the club's official closing time and the end of their work night. The heavy set kid was Rory and he was telling what he and his bud did for laughs. He said they'd casually "lift" a handful of condom six-packs from the Pharmacy section of the supermarket and wander around putting a six pack in unsuspecting shoppers' carts. Then they'd hang out at the check-out registers to watch the shopper's faces when the condom packs got rung-up.. Rory had a comical way of telling a story and we all got to chuckling pretty good by the time he was done. Ned passed me his coke and I took a big swallow and almost choked because it was heavy with rum. He smiled cutely as I dragged on my cigarette, praying I wouldn't throw-up. Ned started laughing before he even told his story. It involved the Mall where he and his posse liked to leave a trail of tomato juice on the floor leading into the women's restroom. Lots of groans at that. A short boy with a military bearing about him...very serious, very neat clothing and a marine haircut....perhaps a Napoleon complex too, spoke up. What he liked to do in department stores is look right into the security camera and use it as a mirror while he methodically and elaborately picked his nose. Man, we had some laughing going on now....I guess ya really can't tell a book by it's cover. That's the last thing one might expect out of that kid. Lots of laughs... partially as a result of the rum and, of course, these bullshit stories too...well, I assume they're bullshit. In any case I got the giggles going pretty good listening to them. The maroon boss-man came over to tell us one of his favorite ways to "fuck" with somebody's head. When visiting his in-laws in Georgia he'd go to the hunting section of the department store and while fondling a big hand gun, put this dead look on his face, and then mumble a question to a stranger about where he might buy some antidepressants. Us kids exchanged looks and Ned went, "Duh...not that story again, Marty" Marty said, "Go fuck yourself, Neddy boy". They were smiling when they exchanged those "pleasantries" so I relaxed and had some more rum and coke just as Bobby came in. Bobby told Marty that business was picking up...the members were beginning to leave. Then him and me hit fists lightly, said "Yo, bro!" and did a one arm hug, just like we were old buddies...and straight ones at that. Bobby quietly said, "Your friend Alexander paid me to be your chauffeur when I get off work, Oliver." I'd guessed as much and explained to Bobby about my missed ride. Well, obviously I didn't tell the truth about that...I didn't think there was a great deal of "truth" flying around in that little building anyway. Some good chuckles though. It was just after three in the morning and guys were leaving regularly now so all the valets got busy bringing cars up for the members. I walked back to the club, wandering around doing some people watching. Maybe 90% of the guys I saw were either drunk or at least feeling no pain and different ones would hit on me every couple of minutes. Good natured "hitting"....it was more complimentary than anything else and I felt pretty good. By now I was mostly sober, but maybe still a little bit under the influence. Anyway, all the attention struck me as a fun thing. Then, sometime later, Bobby was tapping me on the shoulder and I discovered I'd fallen sound asleep in the lobby stretched out on a leather sofa. Perhaps, not as sober as I'd thought. Bobby was laughing at me because of the drool on my chin and because at first I didn't know where I was at. "You must have really crashed, Oliver. You're in a total fog! Come on boy, we gotta go". It was like, "What? Oh yeah..sure, Bobby" and then struggling to get myself off that huge piece of furniture. Bobby helped support me initially .... still chuckling at my condition. "Don't tell me you're going to be too tired to give me my good night kiss, Oliver". Bobby said that with his lips against my ear, leaving a bit of saliva behind when he was done. My immediate reply was, "Oh no, you've got a kiss coming, Bobby." He goosed my ass real good making my dick move a little bit, as much as it could in that silky "Robin" costume bottoms. The car we got into was an old Ford sedan, model unknown. Everything about it was big and ugly .... Bobby said it was his mom's. He tried starting it and it almost caught, then fizzled out. He pumped the gas once and tried again...same result. "What a shit box" I said without thinking, and instead of getting mad Bobby laughed his ass off. "Don't hold back Oliver, what do you really think about it?" This was one of those rare deals where you feel you've know someone all your life, someone that you've just met.... that's how it was with Bobby and me. We laughed together. Actually, Bobby had begun making me feel comfortable with him as soon as he saw me drive up with Alexander. He's so unpretentious...a few times he'd left himself open to be humiliated by a person who would do something like that...like the little girly/boy had done earlier in the night, for example. Of course I wouldn't do that, but Bobby had no way of knowing. Right up front he'd made it obvious that he was interested in me...he wasn't worried, like I always am, about being rejected. He'd told me I was the type of boy he had always dreamed about having for a boyfriend... Can you imagine how vulnerable he'd made himself there? What if I said something like, "You're such a dork! Ya look like a cunt with that ponytail too, ya know?" There have been many bullies in my life who would have said something mean like that...gay or straight. Guess I'm cynical, but I can't imagine leaving my feelings exposed like Bobby does. That being said... his behavior endeared him to me, flattered me too. Maybe just being open and honest from the start is the way to go...but, nah, I don't have the self confidence for that. What I usually do is try not to annoy anyone and just wait patiently for a boy to make a move on me. When he eventually does, I drop my pants and put my butt up in the air for him. It's sort of worked for me so far....never had so many friends in all my life as I've made the last nine months. It made me feel popular. Looking over, checking out Bobby... couldn't help but notice that he looked like a little kid behind the wheel of that big Ford...a really cute little kid who was too young to drive. With a determined frown on his face he twisted the key real hard in the ignition... as if the harder he twisted the key, the more likely it would be to start ...he pumped the gas pedal hard again too. No luck that time, but on the third try the engine finally caught and Bobby floored the gas to warm it up. Proud of himself, he looked over with a cute smirk on his face and said, "Shit box, my ass"... not being able to stop myself, I leaned over and kissed the corner of his mouth. Bobby pulled his head away and said, "Not yet Oliver, let me get us away from the club". He drove out of the parking lot and it took only a minute to get on the highway and then he held out his right hand to me, steering the car with his left. Keeping his eyes on the road, he said "Let's hold hands, OK?" I moved over closer to him and took his hand and held it, both our hands resting on my left thigh. I held his hand just like we'd done hours ago at the club...like a boy and girl hold hands. The feel of his palm against mine was so sweet I had to bite my lip to keep from moaning. Bobby was driving too fast, but I'll be damned if I was going to say anything about that. It quickly became obvious we weren't heading for Alexander's neighborhood so I did question where we were going and Bobby looked over with a mischievous expression and told me the town's "lovers lane" wasn't far...that I still needed to give him his goodnight kiss, so..how about it?. He seemed real excited about the whole thing too.... I said, "Hell, yeah!" Less than five minutes later we pulled onto a gravel road that led us to what use to be a drive-in movie. I was like, "Wow! I've never been to one of these" The big backboard for the outdoor screen was still standing, although just barely. The front screen portion was gray, not white and the whole structure was leaning precariously to the left. Lot's of metal poles standing in rows looking like parking meters. I'd seen an old movie on cable TV a couple of years ago that showed teen boys going to a drive-in movie. Some of the kids hid in the trunk of a car so they wouldn't have to pay. The movie was called "The Outsiders" and it had a lot of cute young guys starring in it...one may have been named Pony, another Soda Pop and one was named Dallas and another one was Johnny. The actor who played Johnny later played the lead role in the old The Karate Kid movies. Those movies must have been made before I was born because some of the stars that were cute kids back then, are grown-up stars now...like Tom Cruise for one. I'm not good with names so I can't remember the others. If you get a chance, rent the DVD just to check-out the boys...the movie itself is wicked corny. Gee, just think of the possibilities at a drive-in....you could do pretty much what you wanted in your car. At a real movie you get yelled at for whispering. Bobby pulled his mom's shit-box car way over to the far side of the drive-in and turned off the lights. He left the engine running so we could keep the heater working....it was real cold outside at almost four in the morning. Even though it was late, we weren't the only ones there. We could just see two other cars further up, both with their lights off and the windows all fogged up. Bobby and me crawled over into the back seat and got under a funky smelling car blanket. We made out for a few minutes and then Bobby said, "Let's take off our clothes, Oliver. Do ya think that would be alright?" Spunky had asked me the same thing hours ago in that little "greet & meet" room at the club. Odd to think other boys were now looking up to me for approval, asking if their suggestion was OK...odd indeed, from my prospective. I said, "Don't have much to take off myself, but let's do it". Bobby made fun of my "HOTTIE LOUNGE" fleece sweatshirt as I pulled it over my head. I told him to be nice...that I was re-gifting it to my dad for Christmas. We got laughing about that. Then he noticed Alexander's huge hickey and touched it with his index finger saying, "I've seen one of those on every one of his boys" and, for the first time, I didn't like being lumped in with Alexander's "boys". Didn't say anything about it though. Shortly I was completely naked except for my silk slippers and Bobby was completely naked except for his jockey underwear and sweat socks. Still stinging a little about the Alexander's "boys" comment I ordered him to, "Get then down, Bobby". He said "OK" and pulled his sweat socks off. Giving him a blank stare while he told me that all of a sudden he felt shy about getting naked in front of me. I could tell he was teasing because he'd said it in a funny voice so we laughed briefly and then I tried to pull down one side of his jockey shorts real fast. He was faster and jerked my arm behind my back.... that started us wrestling. Bobby had average strength which meant we were equal so we flounced around in the back seat laughing and cursing at each other. We were exerting enough energy that I could feel the sweat on Bobby forehead when our heads rubbed together.. After a minute or two my hand ended up inside his jockey shorts. I quickly cupped his nuts in my fist and said, "OK, Bobby...ya want your nuts squeezed or ya want to pull down these fucking shorts?" The shorts came right off and we nestled together under the blanket giggling like the little kids we were acting like. His body felt nice to cuddle with, but his body wasn't a top-of-the-line model. He was ever so slightly chubby...what I call baby fat was obvious around his waist and belly. No way he was fat-fat, just not tight and tuned...I though of Joey's body and gulped remembering how he felt. "Tight and tuned" didn't do Joey's body justice. Bobby commented on how much he liked my hairless body. He had his arm around my waist and after he mentioned my shaved body he told me it felt a bit skinny too...so he wasn't totally thrilled with my body either. Thrilled or not, neither one of us could squeeze the other any tighter then we were doing. Almost immediately I could see the blanket poking up off Bobby's lap so I felt under there and grabbed his boner with my fist. A real nice boner he had too, longer and fatter than mine... but not a great deal in either case. Just a real nice fistful. Feeling up at the head only to be disappointed to find that Bobby was cut like me. Thinking of Joey's uncut cock...it is awesome to stroke...so fluid with the extra skin slipping up and over to cover the cock head and then sliding off it nice and smooth like. I got a tight boner myself just from holding Bobby's and thinking about Joey's. A boner is yet another thing I love about boys!! Bobby didn't have any hair on his chest, but he had the regular amount on his legs and a normal amount for his pubes. It was fun rubbing through his bush and up and down his leg... sexy too. The feel of his hands on me was so hot. I stroked his boner in an almost unconscious manner with one hand and lazily rubbed his body with the other. Man, it was relaxing and sexually stimulating at the same time. We talked about school and about being gay. We were both in the "closet" for just about everybody except guys at college and the guys Bobby worked with here at the club. Frankie and Pete were the only guys from my job last summer that knew I was gay. We slipped back into a hot make-out, Bobby following my lead with the spit swapping and was soon doing it as good as Frankie, me or Joey. I get in a trance licking another boy's tongue, face, and neck... especially while they're doing the same to me. Trances are so peaceful and wonderful and soothing and sexy. We were breathing hard through our noses and groaning and moaning at the same time. I loved the way he smelled just like I loved the way most of the boys I've made-out with smelled...none of them were the same. Hell, I even loved the way Myer's smelled with that young teen BO of his... ha ha.. awesomely sexy. Our making-out got real hot and after a while it felt like I was going to cum so I said, "Wait, Bobby...I don't want to cum yet" ... He stopped licking my throat and stroking my cock, took some deep breaths, kept his arm around my neck, and said nothing. His own cock was dripping wet as he continued doing little humps with his hips. We laid back against the car seat with our sweaty heads together and talked some more. Bobby admitted he was a virgin. He'd had circle jerks when he was a young teen and he and a high school friend finally worked-up the courage to suck each other's cock. That went on during the second half of his senior year....then his cock sucking friend joined the Army while Bobby enrolled in community college. Nothing in the way of sex since then. That was the total of his sex life. My story was even worse than his all the way through high school, but then it picked-up dramatically on my senior class trip and beyond. I didn't tell him all of it, just an outline...an over-view. I was concerned I'd sound like a tramp or a slut if I told him everything... and maybe I even am one. As I've mentioned any number of times, it's one of the things I always find time to worry about. Bobby was quiet, then swallowed hard and coughed, started to say something but only a wheeze came out. When his entire body got stiff he just barely was able to squeak out real fast, "Can we fuck tonight?" That question was a surprising one to me and I almost said, "Of course we're going to fuck tonight" but I didn't say that. I said, "Are you sure you want to, Bobby? I only want to if you want to.." He told me he'd been thinking about me ever since I gave him that kiss goodnight the last time I was at the club. That kiss was still a mystery to me, but I kept that fact to myself. Just to say something, I asked was there anything he'd like me to explain or help him with... this being his first fuck and all. Bobby said he wasn't a retard....he'd been on line about a thousand times watching gay sex...he knew how it was done and he had a plan. The master "plan" that he'd had in his head for the past couple of months went like this..... he would fuck me until he was almost ready to cum. Then he'd pull out and I'd fuck him till we both shot off our loads together. Hmmm, that's quite a plan... His plan had less then a snowball's chance in hell of going the way he thought it would, but instead of being negative I said, "Whatever you want, Bobby. It's your first time and it's an honor to be your first partner... swear to God it is." I was Joey's first gay fuck partner too and I still can't get over it...it's such a hot thought. Of course, there was no way Bobby was going to be able to stop and "pull out" of my hole if he was right on the verge of cuming...no fucking way. But... won't it be fun to see what he does instead. When I mentioned condoms Bobby was like, "Condom? I've never had sex with anybody ever Oliver, don't you believe me?" I told him it was his partner he needed to worry about...in this case, me. We talked that over for a couple of minutes and he assured me he'd get some condoms for his next partner, but he really wanted to do this even though we didn't have a condom tonight. Well, since I knew I was fine, in a negative sense which was really a positive sense, I said "OK".... and then asked about lube. The only light inside the car was moon light, but it was enough for me to see Bobby smirk proudly, reach under the front seat and come up with a small tube of Vaseline he'd swiped from the men's locker room. Vaseline is too greasy and messy, but in a pinch one must make do.... "So you want to fuck me first" and he said "If that's OK. Would you mind getting on your knees and elbows like I saw some boys do in a video?" The car had deep back seats so that's what I did and Bobby immediately started dabbing Vaseline on my hole. He did it very tentatively. "Put a lot of it there and push it in with your finger" I told him. He did that and when his finger went inside me he giggled and said, "Oh God, I can't believe this" and he pushed his finger in all the way up to the knuckle. His rough probe hurt, but I bit my lip and said nothing. This is no time to criticize. Soon he had lots of lube up my hole and he was finger fucking me like a pro... laughing nervously all the time. "This is so much weirder to do then it looks on video, Oliver. How does it feel?" I assured him it felt great and that now I needed to lube his hole for when it was my turn to do him. We switched positions and at first he wouldn't relax his sphincter muscle enough to allow my finger to get inside him... although he claimed he was. Finally I just forced my finger past his ring and, surprisingly, he didn't yell out...instead, he just whistled air between his teeth for about thirty seconds and tightened his hole even more. Continuing to finger fuck him finally got him a little loosened up. I used the rest of the tube of Vaseline up there because he had the tightest hole I'd ever fingered. My boner got stiff just thinking about plowing that hole. We were ready except now Bobby was nervous again and he couldn't get a hard enough boner to poke into me. I leaned over and sucked on it for him and he played with my hair going.."Ah ah ah oooh yeah " on and on and he humped his hips and squirmed like crazy....but he got a boner that was plenty hard enough for the job.. "Good to go, Bobby. You got yourself a great cock there, dude" and I got on my knees and elbows like he requested earlier. The car was quite warm...too warm actually, but we weren't about to delay this with temperature control concerns. Bobby was on spread-out knees behind me and when he had his balance he grabbed both sides of my hips and rammed his fat cock right past my sphincter muscle and all the way up me till his balls bounced off the inside of my thigh. I saw stars as Bobby exclaimed, "Oh my God this is awesome! I can't fucking believe it.." He pulled totally out of me and plowed right back in the same way he'd done it the first time. Jesus, that hurt and I told him not to pull his dick all the way out. He pulled all the way out and plowed back in again... apologizing like mad, saying it was an accident. After that he was able to control himself enough to keep at least the head of his cock in my hole with each hump, but the whole thing turned into the most out of control rabbit fuck ever in the history of mankind...or of rabbits. After the first dozen thrusts it began feeling good even for me and got me aroused. Only real problem was that the top of my head kept banging into the car's side door handle with each of his forceful, fast humps into me. Bonk, bonk, bonk, bonk, bonk, bonk, bonk.... killing the top of my head. All this time Bobby was making the oddest sounds. My cock was hard and bobbed off my belly with every wild thrust...his hands dug into my sides as he held on for dear life and fucked me like a wild child. Frankly I couldn't have done anything to stop him if I wanted to...which I didn't want to do in any case. It felt good and I think it was mainly that this was so different from any other fuck I'd had. Probably the best part for me was how rough he was and how oblivious he was to that fact....I kinda liked that. It was obvious that Bobby was no more concerned about how good this felt to me than a German Sheppard dog would be if he were fucking me. Humping me like a madman, Bobby fired off his load in record time... less than four minutes. Fast for sure, but it felt like a big climax just the same... his cum was all over my ass cheeks, dripping down the inside of both my thighs. He made that long "Eeeeeeeeeeee" sound when he climaxed and followed with that same sound for each of the three good follow-up spurts of cum he shot out of that steel cock of his. I couldn't jerk myself off because I needed both forearms on the seat to keep from tumbling off. Bobby slowed up after his climax and laid on my back moaning while he kept humping in and out of me. I never really got near my cum point although it had been a fun ride....quick, but fun. I really liked the way Bobby was hugging me while doing his post-climax humping too. Actually this hugging and slow humping in and out of me felt better than any other part of the fuck ...perhaps Bobby's agreed as he kept repeating, "Oh yeah" every time he drove his cock deep up inside me. Sadly, he quite quickly ran out of energy and just collapsed on top of me. That caused us to go flat on the seat...me feeling sorry about boner going down. I let him get his breath back and then said, "Is it time for you to pull out yet so I can fuck you now?" He laughed and called me a "dick"...then said, "I forgot about the pulling-out part, but everything else went just as I figured it would'. My reply was, "Yeah, except for that tiny detail about us cuming at the same time". he said, "Oh, shit...yeah, except for that too" and he laughed some more as we rustled around to sit next to each other again. His cum was drooling out of my hole onto that funky blanket.... Bobby said he'd never cum that hard or that much or that quickly... awesome from beginning to end. I said, "So you enjoyed the entire three minutes". He called me an asshole this time and we started wrestling again... laughing and cursing, like we did earlier. I finally got a good hold of that fat ponytail of his with both my hands and pulled his head back, saying, "My turn" and he got quiet. "I'm nervous" he said and I remembered the same reaction from Joey that first time for him so I didn't crack jokes.... instead, getting serious, I told him we'd go very slow and we'd stop the second he wanted to. "Can we make out some more first, Oliver?" We were both nineteen, but Bobby was totally inexperienced here and it made him act younger.... he looked younger also. I had no problem with either circumstance. We made-out.... me rubbing the back of his head and along his sides and then his hairy legs and finally his crotch. He did relax and actually got a semi-hard boner going so I finally said, "Just sit back against the seat, Bobby". Kneeling in front of him between his legs, I fingered his hole while staring into his eyes. After a bit I was going all the way up with my middle finger and when I pushed my index finger in too, after quite a struggle...he was so tight. At first a little grimace, but then he gave me a small smile and put both his hands on my shoulders loosely....our foreheads came together. He was ready and I spread his legs and pushed them back a bit so his knees were in the air and his feet were just on the edge of the seat. I got on my feet then and spread my legs wide too, supported my knees on the edge of the seat next to his feet and moved my boner's head to Bobby's ass hole. The Vaseline glistened in the moonlight matching the glistening in Bobby's eyes. I nodded and smiled encouragement to him, leaned toward him with my hands on the backside of each thigh, pushing them up slightly and putting some pressure against his hole....it took a really hard hump to get past his sphincter ring. Bobby went, "Ohhhhhhhh, that feels good", which was real surprising to hear. I quietly murmured, "Feels nice, Bobby, doesn't it? See, not to worry..." and I slid my throbbing boner slowly up his ridiculously tight chute trying to keep a slight smile on my face when actually I wanted to moan out loud in pleasure. His tight sphincter muscle was like a ring around my boner that was a couple of sizes too small. Half inch by half inch I pushed in, that ring strangling my cock with every tiny thrust... I went all the way in till my hairless balls rested gently on his ass cheek. He went, "Mmmmmmmm Oh, soooo nice, this feels so good..." and he hugged around my neck with both his arms and laid the side of his head against mine for a second as I took a deep breath....I'd been holding my breath the entire time. It was some kind of miracle. His first experience having a hard cock pushed up that tight hole and he just swooned with pleasure.... I expected that he'd be howling in pain. I pulled out slowly and he went "Ohhhhh God that's awesome"...pushing back in he started moaning again and said, "More, Oliver ...faster, please" so I humped in all the way quickly and started rhythmic thrust... he began squirming on the seat to beat the band. It was fantastic watching him and the feeling on my boner was electric hot and tighter than tight.. My eyes watered with the pleasure of that wonderfully tight grip all along the full length of my cock...the swollen head left a trail of precum up and down his tunnel. It was beyond belief ..I hardly lasted longer than Bobby had. Five or six minutes tops.... and then, abandoning all pretenses, my head bent back, my face all scrunched-up from those intense sensations associated with climax I plowed him five times fast...and out shot a burning stream of cum which I pumped deep up inside him making the ride slipperier now, but still tight as hell. Bobby had his face all scrunched up too by now... he was making that "Mmmmmmm" sound real loud, over and over, bouncing up off the back of the seat squeezing his already incredibly tight hole even tighter. I squealed all the way through my climax.... like it was also my first time. Bobby shot off two little sprays of watery cum as he groped his boner and stroked it wildly. This kid is hot. The sensations kept piling on, one on top of the other, as I tried to recognize each one for full pleasure impact. Bobby was squirming like mad...hell, I was too. His hole was almost too tight....oh my God that felt fantastic. The head of my cock quickly got too tender so I had to pull out of him. I didn't want to, had to. Slowly now with Bobby lifting his ass up off the seat and murmuring "Ahhhh's" and "Ohhhh's" ...he was very much into feelings of deep sexual pleasure. "Nothing can feel that good Oliver...it's impossible!" He said everything in a very slow, low voice. Myself, generally speaking...I prefer getting fucked more than doing the fucking, although that's excellent too.... apparently Bobby feels even stronger about that than me. We all have different degrees of sensitivity in our holes back there. It's a medical fact that the anus is full of sensitive spots...apparently more so in some guys than others. I pulled Bobby sideways on the seat so he was laying long-ways and flopped on top of him belly to belly with that funky blanket on top of me.... the wet cum spot, from me sitting on it earlier, was coldly laying on my thigh. Our faces were next to each other and we mostly just breathed onto each other's shoulders for a few minutes. Bobby's first gay sex and he couldn't hardly believe how great it had felt....rare for a first time. Joey enjoyed his first time with me too. Could it be I have a talent for introducing boys to the charms of gay fucking? Perhaps I should forget about Penn altogether and open a gay fuck clinic instead. Dream on....but, ya know, Bobby is one boy who just might end-up actively searching for a fuck buddy.... that's how much he seemed to enjoy it. We got ourselves breathing regularly again and Bobby talked quietly, but rather quickly about could I do him again tonight and did I think it was just me that could make him feel this good getting fucked? And, how often did I think it was OK for him to be fucked in one night and do I think I could suck on his cock again like I did earlier and on and on...I loved listening to his happy, naughty gay sex talk.... BUT, I've also never felt as tired as I did at that moment. It came on me fast. It was like a wave of exhaustion that just overwhelmed me. Bobby's watch read four-ten in the morning. I reluctantly told Bobby we had to call it a night. He knew I was right, but we still hesitated a little before moving around to sit up. We bumped into each other getting dressed and back up in the front seats.... and then were both strangely quiet during the short ride to Alexander's condo. Maybe Bobby was having those second thoughts about what we'd done...it wouldn't be unheard of, but I'm afraid he's hooked now so he best get use to it all. Bobby is a boy who is going to need it...like I think I do. That didn't make him a bad person so maybe it didn't make me one either... We drove down the alley to the back of Alexander's condo. Bobby was very tired by now too so we just hugged for a second and had a quick kiss goodbye. I got out of that shit box Ford and watched him drive away. When his tail lights were out of sight I punched in Alexander's code for the garage doors and went in that way. Upstairs it was very quiet. I was so tired, but I just had to take a quick shower before bed. Five minutes later I dried myself, put on a pair of Alexander's clean, but too-big boxer shorts from a pile stacked on a chair. Then, with a long sigh, climbed in bed next to Alexander. He was deep asleep breathing easily and quietly. Alexander had showered before bed too so he felt and smelled real good. I got up against him as he lay on his left side, put my leg over his, my arm over his chest and put my face against the back of his head. I was feeling very fond of him. That's the last thing I remember until opening my eyes and seeing 12:13 on the digital clock beside the bed. Past noon.... I'd slept almost eight hours, but was still dog-tired. Dragging myself out of bed was a necessity however... I had to go both number one and number two in the bathroom. What a relief it was taking care of those matters. Almost as great a relief was brushing my teeth and gargling with mouth wash. After drinking two glasses of orange juice with two Tylenol, I used my cell phone to call home. My purpose was to say I'd be leaving school soon. Mom answered and as always made me feel like I was the greatest, most important person in the world. She was always excited when talking on the phone and she immediately went into this long explanation.... it had something to do with arrangements for the big neighborhood holiday dinner being changed to this very evening. She was sure I wouldn't want to go with all of them from house to house having cocktails in one place and appetizers in another and entree in another etc.. At first I was at a loss as to what the hell she was talking about, but as she talked on it hit me that this thing, this dinner or whatever...it meant I didn't have to be home until tomorrow or at least till late this evening. My Mom apologizing for the inconvenience was just background noise now as I tried to figure out what to do with this gift of extra time. At that moment, one thing was for sure..... I positively did NOT want any type of sex done to my body. So with that in mind, I decided I'd better still go on home, but not until later today. Time for more sleep! When I could get a word in I told her, "Oh, don't worry Mom. I'll do a few things here at school and leave later. It's a big help actually, the extra time... it can be put to good use. I'll see you and Dad at home later tonight after your party". She told me how wonderful I am and finally she did say "goodbye". Naturally that entire cell-phone call gave me a ton of wicked guilty feelings...a huge guilty conscience. Just think... if she only knew where I was calling from or what I'd been up to recently. Whoa! Feeling like a rat, I crawled back in bed and drifted off into a dream-filled sleep. The dream was something about someone...my mother maybe? catching me jerking off in bed when I was a young teen. Did that ever really happen to me? Probably... Dozing in and out of a fitful sleep I felt cool lips on my forehead. Opening my eyes and there was a beaming Alexander holding half a sandwich looking down at me. Energy swirled around him as he gave me his 100 watt smile. He said, "Hello sleeping beauty" and he held his half sandwich down to my lips. I took a bite...it was chicken salad on rye and was very tasty. "Yummy" .. Alexander fed the rest of the half sandwich to me in five bites smirking handsomely at me as I chewed each mouthful. Then I stared at him while he ate the other half sandwich ... he somehow made it look sexually suggestive with each bite. Still staring in my eyes, he twisted the cap off a bottle of Pepsi and swallowed three or four ounces before tilting the bottle for me. I lifted up on my elbows with my head back to take a couple of swallows...he fed it to me like he was giving me a baby bottle. Alexander finished off the bottle while we continued our silent, mutual staring. There's something so sexy about him....maybe it's not just "something", maybe it's "everything" about him that's sexy. Whatever, he sure knows how to mesmerize me. When he was done with the Pepsi he broke the silence abruptly by pinching my nose and telling me, "You are so fucking cute I can't hardly stand it!". He then explained that at the moment he was just on a quick lunch break....that they're behind schedule in the barbershop. Firing-up a Marlboro light quickly and with smoke pouring out of his mouth, he told me he had to get back downstairs soon, but that he was so glad I hadn't left yet. I smiled at him while he smoked...he went on to tell me how sorry he was that last night got so messed-up. He tried explaining how he got caught up with this kid he'd promised some time ago that he'd screw...blah blah blah! That bizarre explanation led into how he was really pissed we didn't have time together last night, he made it seem as if it was the fault of the kid he'd fucked. Like I've said before, Alexander doesn't even realize how absurd he can be at times. He means well, but.... He continued talking fast and low. I had to concentrate hard to follow his rationalizations and so forth, but finally he ran out of gas and ruffled my short hair...then he held his cigarette to my lips for me to take a drag. Alexander giving his absurd explanations and feeding me that sandwich and soda and all... it made me feel like a little kid somehow.... he can do that to me quite easily. To break his balls I purposely lipped the end of his cigarette badly and he chuckled and called me a "brat" when he took his last drag from that wet filter. Alexander stubbed-out the cigarette butt in the Pepsi cap and then sat on the edge of the bed. He looked so handsome as he got his arm around my neck to pull my face over to his so he could kiss my cheek and tell me how good I smelled. Then a long wet kiss on my mouth after which his tongue went right inside and I sucked on it...it tasted like a cigarette and a little like chicken salad too. After the sloppy kiss he told me that when we got together again, in three weeks or so, he'd make up for our lost time last night. He made it seem like I was some pouting little kid, my bottom lip sticking out with disappointment because he hadn't fucked me. Then he leaned down and whispered a few dirty things we'd be doing together in a few weeks ...it gave me half a hard on. It was a little after two o'clock in the afternoon now as Alexander was whispering sexy things to me ... two hours after I'd talked to my Mom. Two hours ago the last thing in the world I wanted or needed was sex, but now looking at and listening to Alexander I wasn't so sure. He said he had hair cutting appointments till seven o'clock tonight and could I stay till then. He said if I could he'd fuck me hard with that long cock of his....he'd do me so hot I'd be begging him for more. It was almost tempting, but I'd already told my Mom I'd be home tonight and once Alexander starts having sex with me I'd probably end up spending the night with him... so I begged off. He settled for another kiss and a crotch grope. I was feeling good...my hole, my groin and the rest of me was feeling relaxed, rested and nice after all this time in bed. When Alexander went back to work I lay there happily thinking about the past day... it had been such sexy fun. After awhile I dozed off to a fitful sleep once again. The next thing I was aware of was loud pounding of feet coming up the stairs on the run. What the.....? The bedroom door burst open and freshly barbered Noah and Nathan in unison shouted, "Surprise!" and they laughed like mad when I said, "What?" Glancing at the bed side clock...five-fifteen in the afternoon. I'd been in bed for over thirteen hours and slept through most of it. As usual, the boys were surrounded with palpable energy......very much like their brother Alexander. I wonder what Mrs North fed these boys. Nathan pointed at me and excitedly said, "Look Noah, Alexander gave our Oliver another big hickey! Look at that thing!"...As my hand went up involuntarily to last night's hickey they both jumped up and down in one spot a couple of times and Nathan added, "You're so lucky Oliver. Alexander barely has time to give us a kiss anymore". Then, as they slowly walked toward me they unzipped their jackets and pulled them off to drop on the hardwood floor behind them. Next they reached behind their necks to grip the collar of their dark green Polo golf shirts and pulled them over their heads to drop near their jackets. I said, "No, wa, wa, wait" and the boys said, "Oh Oliver, you're so funny" and giggled while they both wiggled their fingers at me as if I were being a naughty boy. I rustled around under the covers playing with myself nervously....what should I do now? The twins upper bodies were so perfectly formed it was almost startling. This is nuts, I was panicking and couldn't think straight. Stammering, "How did you... where were?...Ah?" which just made the boys giggle some more, still heading slowly towards me. Every time I see the twins Alexander has just cut their strawberry blond hair into a different style. This latest one is now my favorite ... very boyish looking. It's short on the sides and back with the hair at the crown of their heads too short to lay down so the hairs bristled up there evenly. The rest of the hair on the top of their heads was just long enough to comb down flat toward the front and then it was finished off by inch and a half length hairs combed straight up off their foreheads in front. It took me a couple of seconds to understand that this was a great haircut for the twins because it highlighted their fabulous faces. I thought, "the twins are so cute, so beautiful really, that their looks relegate everyone else into second place and lower where good looks are concerned..... Frankie, Bobby, whoever". The boys acted so nonchalant about their own good looks it was preposterous, incomprehensible really... they simply weren't aware of or interested in how uniquely fantastic they looked. In between fits of laughter they both wore huge mischievous grins on their faces. Their dark pink, puffy, bow-shaped lips parted slightly showing smallish, bright white teeth. Dimples on both sides of their cheeks and that adorable little chin they both had...neither had ever felt the insult of a zit or a blemish of any kind. Almost at the same time, they both wiped under their pug noses with the back of their right wrist and then kicked off their sneakers, unsnapped their jeans and walked out of them. I wanted to say something, but I started to stutter again and stopped in mid sentence. It's impossible not to stare at them. Freckles across the bridge of their noses and big, bright, light-green eyes that shimmered. Curvy light brown, long eyelashes and narrow blond eyebrows. Their ears stuck out dramatically from the closely clipped hair at the sides of their heads as if to remind us that... "see, we're not perfect!" Ah, but you are. The twins are one in ten million...every aspect of their looks complimented every other part perfectly. All-world, teen-boy looks. And, it never stops...the flawless light complexion of their faces always looked like they've just been scrubbed ... that same perfect skin all over the rest of their bodies too. Wearing just socks and jockey shorts they stood touching shoulders at the foot of Alexander's king size bed. Both staring at me while I gawked back at them as if they were a mirage. I'd gotten a quick look at their long, thin, well defined, almost hairless legs when they'd dropped their jeans. Their tight upper bodies were thin too, but not skinny ... perfect muscular definition in all the right spots ...same for their bare, almost hairless arms. There was some pale blond, almost invisible short, fine hairs on their forearms and lower calves, but the light had to be just right to see it. I managed to say, "Put those clothes back on, guys...I've got to get going and... anyway, how did you know I was here?" After laughing again, and without paying any attention to my instructions to get dressed, they explained that they'd had their scheduled haircut with Alexander and Anthony and were in the car being driven back home when Noah spotted my Mini Cooper parked at the curb down from the barbershop. Nathan instructed their driver to take them to the back of the shop where they jumped out and stormed up the back stairs of the condo to surprise me. Hardly believing they were right in front of me I mumbled, "Oh" and then, what the hell... I was glad to see them so I told them, "Hey, whatever boys..... it's great to see you both again. It's always exciting! Come on...give me a kiss". Nathan took it for granted I'd be glad to see them so he ignored my comments in that regard, but the kiss was another matter altogether. Nathan was saying, "Wait till you see what we've been working on, Oliver. Right, Noah?" Noah nodded his head at that, but was mostly interested in that kiss I'd mentioned. He has always been their leader in the kissing department and he came right up to the side of the bed and, oh my God... the French kiss he laid on me was so hot. That's their favorite kiss...the French one. Others have done it better with me... like Randy Rider for sure, but this fifteen year old's mouth was tasting real special. So fresh and crisp and clean... Noah's saliva so clear and bubbly ...his pink tongue so strong and eager... tons of feeling in everything he did. Plus, I loved hearing that teen boy's moaning down deep in his throat and his thin, strong arms around my neck....it all just got me swooning. The smell of him was delicious too, really delicious! All during the kiss Noah's brother Nathan was talking about something as he rummaged in the bedside table's drawer right beside us. I couldn't really follow what he was saying though because all I could think about was Noah and that kiss. However, I did notice that Nathan had removed his socks and jockey underpants and was now completely naked. And then, just like that...the kiss was over and Nathan was looking at us saying, "Scoot over to the middle of the bed for Noah ..OK, Oliver" I said, Huh?" but without thinking I did move over. As I scooted I kept looking at naked Nathan, staring mostly at his five inch, chubby, soft cock with it's large head. Directly behind that was the pink skinned nut sack hanging there happily with both it's nuts showing nicely, one higher than the other... the whole package sprouting out from the sparse blond pubes that were so neat they looked as if they'd been barbered too. Then Noah dropped his own jockey shorts and hopped up backwards onto the edge of the bed. I went, "Wait..." He just smiled at me over his shoulder. Noah has the same chubby five inch cock as Nathan, of course, but Noah's was semi-hard from our kiss. As he hopped up on the edge of the bed it appeared his legs were too long for his body. The twins were five feet, five inches tall.... their legs had to be the longest part of that. Noah, with his back to me, his legs hanging over the side, pulled off his socks...now he was completely naked just like his brother. Right after that he squirmed around on the bed and crawled under the covers head first. I thought, "Head first?" Jesus! everything the twins did was unexpected ...it made me dizzy. Noah's head, then his shoulders disappearing under the covers as he squirmed his way down toward the foot of the bed, his smelly bare feet eventually bumping around my neck and face. On the way down his cold hand gripped inside the waistband of my underwear and dragged Alexander's too-big boxers off my waist and down around my feet... Noah giggling all the way down to the foot of the bed. I'd tried to grab at the boxers but they were gone and now I was naked too. The sheet felt so sexy on my shaved, hairless groin. Some more rustling under the covers at the bottom of the bed and out pops Noah's head. He flicked the covers off my feet and held up my underwear in his fist, waved them triumphantly at Nathan. Nathan walked down and, laughing along with Noah, swatted the back of Noah's newly barbered head. "Gotcha for swats" he said and Noah looked back up at me, still waving the underwear, and with a big smile nodding his head at me indicating that...yes, Nathan had indeed "gotten him" and wasn't that funny. All I can say is, those two are something to see in action together.. Noah turned back to the foot of the bed and, as naturally and casually as can be, put my big toe in his mouth and began sucking on it like it was a lollipop. I tried to pull it away but he was laying on the length of my leg...his hardening cock just above my knee, on my thigh. Nathan, in a matter-of-fact manner explained, "Oh, it's Ok Oliver...we have that foot fetish, remember?" With that he leaned down, grabbed the ankle of my other leg and licked that foot from the heel slowly up to the back of my toes and then in between each toes. I grunted out, "No guys..don't!" No surprise, they both ignored me. Noah put all my toes in his mouth and lapped across the front of them with his tongue... back and forth...back and forth. He had a full blown boner by now and his squirming on my leg created a mini jerk-off for his hard cock against my thigh. It was quickly wet with drooling pre cum. I was disconcerted, to say the least. Noah's bare feet reached almost to my chin and I could smell the "foot odor' from them... more or less normal in teens when they've had their feet in sneakers all day. I wondered if I actually would have the guts to suck on his toes like he was doing to mine. He stretched his foot back so that now his toes were bumping into my nose and they felt damp and looked a little dirty between the toes. The thing is... the twin's have long narrow feet that are beautifully and perfectly formed, like a drawing...only, at the moment, these two were a bit dirty and smelly. What the hell, I reached over and grabbed his left foot and guided the toes into my mouth. "Yuck!" , but I sucked some more to give it a chance before abandoning the idea. Trying something else, I bent my head up to try putting my nose right on the bottom of his foot and then licking up behind the toes. That did nothing for me either...in fact I had a strong urge to spit. I must have had a strange look on my face because Nathan, noticing me just then, took my toes out of his mouth, and in that clear sweet voice they both have said, "We won't bother you with this foot thingie for long Oliver, we just wanted a taste. Is that OK?" And he watched me for my reaction with the cutest look of anticipation on his face... like it was Christmas morning just before opening his presents. He was so sincere and so innocent with his comment I dumbly nodded my head that it was OK... and, to show him I really meant it, I licked the arch of Noahs foot until Nathan went back to sucking on mine. These two just overwhelm my senses...they take over my brain...I couldn't say "no" this time because they'd already taken the offensive and were doing as they pleased. That kind of action tends to get me hooked-up real tight. Turning my head and spitting as quietly as possible into the pillow and then again...one last spit and the pillow was heaved off the other side of the bed. The boys couldn't have cared less as they slurped and licked and sucked on different parts of my feet. There was noticeable moaning and heavy breathing, but no playing with themselves yet. It was difficult to identify each individual foot activity the twins were involved in from one moment to the next ...just a lot of spit and caressing with their tongues and lips. It felt like they might be dragging their nostrils against the bottom or top of my feet at times too, but I'm mostly guessing and going by what they'd done to each other the last time. Actually it was kind of sexy having two teens sucking my toes. Noah worked on the front of my right foot as he lay on my leg and Nathan worked on my left foot lapping up behind my toes as he leaned down from his standing position at the bottom of the bed. Then he'd suck on my heel...sucking my heel caused me to giggle because Nathan's breath through his nose tickled the arch portion of my foot...it's always been ticklish there. Nathan was still smelling and sucking my foot when Noah abruptly sat up, pulled the covers off me... and as he was crawling off my leg he gave Nathan a head nod. Nathan stopped what he was doing and with a hand on each of my ankles pulled me down all the way to the foot of the bed. My hairless body slid easily on the sheet with my semi-boner sticking halfway up, leaning to the right. Noah nodded his approval making me think, not for the first time, that Noah is actually the one in charge between these two. It wasn't Nathan, even though he mostly speaks for the two of them. Nathan actually is following undetectable signal-instructions from Noah... undetectable to me, not to Nathan. It's always fascinating to watch them in action. My feet were now at the very bottom of the mattress leaving a wide space between the top of my head and the king-size bed's elaborate headboard. Noah carefully straddled my legs and sat on them with his knees and the front of his calves flat on the mattress behind him. In a croaking voice I asked, "What are you up to now Noah?" Nathan explained, "Oh Oliver, we just want to show you the gay sex we've been working on..you know, like I said earlier. You didn't want to help us with our gay sex lessons, but we seemed to be doing OK with just us two so far. Now we need to see how it will work with someone besides Noah and me...that's all. You're the perfect boy for us to try stuff on and then you can tell us if we're doing it correctly. It'll be fun. Is it OK? Please." I did a fake cough and said, "What...?" Waiting for Nathan to finish with the explanation I couldn't help but stare at Noah who had this wonderful sweet smile on his face....it distracted me and so I couldn't make myself say "no" this time either. After his explanation Nathan went about his business at the foot of the bed apparently satisfied he's laid it all out so that even I could understand. Noah looked at me, raised his eyebrows, then nodded his head as if to verify that Nathan had cleared everything up. As usual I was at a loss...it's simply not the sort of thing one expects. The twins' daily lives exist partly in a different universe that most of us... not a dangerous place, just different. One last smile from Noah and a twitch of his pug nose as if he had a little itch there... and then he reached behind him with both hands and stretched apart his buttock cheeks. For some reason the boys apparently decided that flattening ass cheeks was necessary for a sex act they'd thought up. Using little shimmy motions with his knees he began slowly dragging his flattened ass up my right leg. My whole body got the shivers because I could feel the damp lips around his hole dragging against my leg. It's hard to say if it was sexy or creepy. My leg bucked involuntarily but Noah's full weight was on it so it didn't move much. Noah took a peek at me and made a face like "ain't this cool". Across my knee cap and up my thigh he squirmed until he reached my crotch where he moved over, centering himself so that our crotches matched head-on, and he humped up onto mine dragging my penis under him, squishing my nuts briefly in the prcess. I was still laying flat in bed of course, I'd been looking down my body mostly watching his cock and nuts get closer and closer...his perfectly yummy semi-hard cock leading the way with his sack full of nuts just bumping along, very close behind. This whole maneuver took thirty seconds and was kind of fun to watch because it involved Noah. He had a determined look on his face, almost a frown as if this was a very serious business. I was still at a loss what it was all about as Noah continued coming up my body. He was now dragging my semi-stiff penis up my belly with him. It was definitely getting sexier as I actually could feel the rosebud lips of his asshole gripping the shaft of my cock. A gasp escaped my throat and I reached out to grab Noah's shoulders.. my cock firming up now for sure. Noah looked down at me when I grabbed hold of him, smiled, stuck his pink tongue out at me and then gave one of his rare speeches. He said, "Let go Oliver, this is cool and, oh yeah...we love the way Alexander has shaved your body." That was the speech. I croaked out, "Huh?". He'd gotten me into another one of my trances... the boys are unpredictable as I've said... and completely compelling at all times. He continued to, bit by bit, drag himself up my cock, lingering on my swollen cock head and twitching his asshole lips near my pee slit...I let a lot of air out between my teeth, my whole body stiff as a board. Noah smiled innocently and pulled off my hard penis onto my belly. His grasping ass lips dragging some precum that had drooled from my cock with them. Reaching my belly button he positioned his open, wet, asshole lips so they were directly over the button and when he sat down on it there was a sucking feeling on my belly button. I went, "Ahh, whats that? Noah! " He giggled and humped my belly button a few times, slightly pulling it up using only the lips of his hole. I just know the twins had practiced this on each other. Everything's a big game to them and, at the same time, very serious business. Only Noah and Nathan could rationalize that contradiction. Continuing his journey left a damp trail of precum and wetness from his ass lips all the way up the middle of my stomach and onto my chest and right up onto my sternum. To add to my boner's hardness, Nathan began lubing my hole with the KY jelly he'd taken from the bedside table. You have got to be shitting me.... I went, "Jesus, Nathan! Oh, no...don't" and then right after that I said, "Mmmmm, oh man, that feels good." Nathan said, "How bout now" and he pushed his middle finger all the way up inside me...his long, thin, finger felt great and with a couple of hip humps I mumbled, "Oh yeah...OK Nathan!" By the time I realized that I was reaching the point of no return with these two I was already past it. What the hell, relax and enjoy the ride. First things first though, squirming under Noah's weight, trying to get my right arm's bicep muscle out from under his knee....it was killing me. Noah was oblivious to that and went on to complete his journey by dragging his spead asshole lips up to the front of my shoulders...his crotch bumping into my chin. Now it was the tops of his feet on my biceps, which thankfully didn't hurt like his knees had. His cock was a full-blown boner and the dripping head was almost up my nose as it lay on my face, the fat, wet, swollen head next to my nostril. Noah smiled down at me tilting his head slightly as if he wanted me to compliment him on this accomplishment. I didn't do that, but had to smile back at him.....he's just so cute. Smirking at me now he twitched his hips getting his wet boner to slide across my lips. Another smile then Noah adjusted himself to a comfortable position, almost on my neck... and still spreading his buttocks cheeks with both hands, he absently lifted up his bum, leaned slightly forward, and sat right down on my face with his spread hole landing on my mouth. Well it was on my front teeth really... I'd started to say "Don't" as he sat down. He wiggled his ass a little and I opened my mouth right away because he'd caught my bottom lip squashed against my bottom teeth and it hurt like hell. Without me actually thinking about it... my tongue, seemingly on it's own, began to lick his hairless asshole. Quickly my foremost fear became that Noah wouldn't realize I couldn't breath, but just as I was about to panic he let go of his buttocks and moved his nuts up and away from my nostrils which allowed me to inhaled a lot of air. Oh my God, was his odor here so very, very sexy. That being said, lapping his hole was not too pleasant at first because he wasn't the cleanest fifteen year old boy in the world. Thankfully the acrid taste faded after a minute or so and I was able to get my tongue up that teen hole of his a good inch... he went back to spreading a buttock cheek with one hand which helped me get my tongue up that rosebud hole of his even further. With his other hand he casually played with his nuts, keeping them away from my nose. I was captured by Noah..... I should care ? Did I mention how hot and sexy he smelled down there? After a few minutes of deep rimming, new precum drool out of his hard cock and slid down the side of my face. Noah moaned and squirmed and then lifted up off my mouth and sat back on my chest. He was gasping and blowing spit out between his teeth. He let go of his buttocks cheeks so he could stroke his boner while grunting out some words so low they were unintelligible. Slowly he backed off my chest entirely and sat back down on my belly again. His cute face was bright red and there was perspiration on his upper lip as he continued with the deep breathing, spraying a fine mist of spit with each breath.. this boy was aroused. He was obviously wickedly turned on by the rimming...then, gaining some composure, he leaned down and in an out of breath manner whispered in my ear, "That rimming was much better than Nathan can do it, Oliver". Another speech from Noah.....unheard of! His voice was an exact duplicate of Nathan's, but rarely heard so it was a bit weird hearing it right at that moment.... almost scary. Noah then kissed me, which wasn't scary at all as we slipped into the French kiss again. Just when I thought we were coming to an end, Nathan stopped watching us and begin pushing his finger up my hole again. It simply began feeling too good to think about stopping anything...it was all too far gone, gone, gone anyway. Nathan hummed off tune as he rigorously finger fucked me. When Noah pulled up from our kiss he rubbed his nose back and forth against mine nine or ten times.....the two of them together had me hopelessly aroused. Noah put a hand on each side of my shoulders as he inched back up close to my chin. Almost sitting on my collar bones now he made his third speech of the afternoon, "Open Oliver" and when I did he leaned up and put his chubby, five inch cock in my mouth. The head of his cock was what I call a helmet head because of it's shape.... it was quite a bit wider then the shaft. He put his damp right hand on the back of my neck and his other hand on my forehead...pulling the back of my neck up and pushing my forehead back got my head bent way back.. my neck straining with the effort. Trying to ask what was up didn't work out, the fat helmet head of his cock laying on my tongue only allowed me to mutter, "Mump for umph, ah?" Ignoring my garbled mumblings Noah pushed his cock even more firmly into my mouth. As he sat down a little lower, his fat cock head pushed against the roof of my mouth ... Noah leaning forward and down now, with his belly over my face, he pushed his boner against the back of my throat and after a gaging sound it slid right down. When he lay completely flat on my face his boner actually pushed down my throat another inch. Those silky pubes of his were on my teeth, tickled my upper lip, and went up my nostrils. Again I couldn't breath, but my boner felt as alive as can be, standing straight up from my shaved pubic area with precum rolling out of my pee slit and down my boner to pool on my bare belly. I wanted to groan, but that was difficult with a full mouth and throat, then somehow a very muffled moan of pleasure managed to escape as Nathan pushed his second finger up inside me and began fucking my ass with two fingers now. His fingers are long and thin so they didn't hurt at all... felt awesome actually. Noah slowly sat up and just as slowly his cock pulled up out of my throat and when I could breath in again the smell of teen-boy-Noah was strong and totally awesome! What was more enjoyable? ... the way Noah's crotch smelled, the way his teen cock tasted, or the oxygen that was so desperately needed. My cock was soooo hard... and that feels sooooo good. When I didn't think that anything could possible get any sexier, Nathan began lathering KY jelly on my rock hard cock, then stroked it with his tight fist a half dozen times....I moaned and squirmed under Noah weight just as Noah leaned forward pushing his cock down my throat again. Now it was all about that sweet tasting cock... his precum had a nice taste too, although I couldn't think what it reminded me of. My mind was going from place to place trying to keep track of the various sensations. My body felt hot and tingly .. buzzing too, and that squirmy feeling in my balls and all those great hot spots up my hole were signaling erotic messages with every push of Nathan's slippery fingers. As always, my major concern and thoughts came right back to my own cock and how to get it to fire off through it's pulsating head...you know, cum spewing from my balls, up my erected cock and forcefully shooting out of that stretched pee slit...that's what it's all about. And, as a matter of fact, it was just about to blow a major, major load when Nathan stopped stroking it. He stopped two strokes short of lift off. I wanted to scream..."Noooooo!" Oh my God the desire to cum was so freaking strong. Noah casually began fucking my throat with his chubby five inch boner again, bouncing up and down on my face as he did it. He was really feeling it, making gargling sounds in his throat with each bounce. When I thought I'd pass-out from want of air he pulled up and went, "Ahhhhh ohhh..OOOOh' and stroked his chubby cock with a tight fisted hand a few times causing a hard stream of creamy cum to smack me in the nose and then a second one hit me on my forehead. His teeth clenched together, his eyes like slits, he frantically pushed the head of his cock against my lips and across my front teeth...me opening my mouth to take that teen cock back in to suck his young nuts dry. Noah was literally hopping up and down on my neck and shoulders moaning with erotic pleasure. The bed squeaked slightly as Nathan climbed up and sat in between my legs on the bed, behind Noah. He sat there watching Noah shoot cum down my throat. Ready to blow my load again with a screaming thought in my head of "Somebody jerk my boner" ... I needed only a stroke or two more. It was getting to be a real sexual frustration. Nathan turned his attention away from Noah and, in a business like manner, spread my legs and pulled them up on either side of his neck lifting my hole off the bed. Noah, with his cock back in his fist stroking it lazily, turned his head to look back at his brother. My legs up against him and with no hesitation Nathan forced the fat helmet head of his boner right up my ass. I groaned in pain at first and then in pleasure and surprise at the audacity of both the twins. The second thrust in and out of my hole caused me to lock my feet behind Nathan head and concentrate on the feel of that chubby teen, helmet headed cock plowing my hole. It was the perfect size to feel wonderful ... I rolled my head back and forth on the bed with the pleasure of it. Noah was playing with himself right in front of my face while continuing to look back at his brother fucking me....Nathan was doing it with steady, unhurried longish humps up my hole, all the way in, then almost all the way out. Nathan held my legs against his body the whole time he was fucking me. Biting my lip I waited for just a couple of more humps in and out of me and I'd be blowing off my load... except he just stopped, again. This time with his cock half in and half out of me..it was maddening. I squeaked out, "No..don't"... Noah scooted back a little and lifted his ass off my belly. I couldn't see him do it, but I felt Nathan positioning my dripping boner at Noah's hole. Oh boy! I made sure my legs stayed locked at the ankles behind Nathan's head. I didn't want his cock to pull out of me so I stayed as still as I could. In about two seconds every fraction of a square inch of my boner was going to be encased in a tight, tight flesh and skin package generating sensations of ecstasy that had my hips bumping and my boner twitching in Nathan's hand. Any second I'd be shooting off my over-due climax....oh God, hurry. Finally, up on his knees, Noah was satisfied my cock head was positioned just right and he simply sat down on it. My boner slid tightly way up inside him. He and I, at the same instance went, "Ohhhhhhh". When I went "Ohhhhhhh" I blew saliva in the air and grabbed the front of both that beautiful boy's thighs trying to hump up deeper into his great ass. Noah leaned his head forward slowly until his forehead was resting on my shoulder..the spiked hairs in the front of his new haircut tickled my chin... I immediately let go of his legs and hugged him around his shoulders and neck. With Nathan's cock up my hole and my cock up Noah's hole, the sexual feelings were racing all around my hot, buzzing groin area. All these sensations crazily slamming into each other...a totally new, fantastically erotic feeling for me. I couldn't keep up with it all.... Noah moaned and I felt his spit on my neck. My cock was up Noah's ass sort of pointing at my face.... he began riding my cock with his boner tight between our bellies. His forehead rubbed against the side of my jaw lightly when he moved forward and he dragged his tongue on my neck and shoulder as he moved away. I was moaning out, "Ohhhh god!" with every move Noah made. He tightened his sphincter ring with each slide forward and backward. Truly unbelievable sensations in my nuts and the head of my cock....my hole has never felt better and there was only one other thing in the world I wanted at that moment....that would be for Nathan to start fucking me again. I was insane with the need to cum...right on the edge for the last ten minutes. Nathan was still in my hole a few inches, but he was watching his brother, who was basically fucking himself on my erection. It felt so good I was gasping for air thinking that every push or pull of Noah's ass on my incredibly hard boner would be the one to set loose my eager sperm boys racing out of my nuts and out my poker. Nathan watched for a few seconds longer, grunted and plowed his fat stubby cock the rest of the way up my ass and resumed fucking me with his unique, rough style. The twins quickly fell into a perfect rhythm and all I could do was make continuous whiny sounds, one right after the other "...aah... aah...aah aah...aah!.." In ninety seconds my entire body convulsed so much Noah almost lost his balance..... I let out one last "aaaah", blew another stream of spit out between my lips and, contracted my belly and groin till it was painful, forcefully shot a hard stream of thick, creamy cum up Noah's hole. Climax at last.. tears popped from my eyes with feelings of pleasure and relief. For variety, I switched from whining out "aaah" and began squealing loudly with each successive cum-shot ...One, two, three shots inside that red faced sweating boy's asshole...tight contractions of my hole with each of the shots and then Nathan screeched out "Eeeeeeeeee... Shiiiit!" and I actually felt his initial sharp teen blast hit off something inside me. There were more blasts I didn't feel, but he had them because it got real squishy in my hole and within seconds there was teen-cum all over my thighs and buttock. It was like an awesome, other-worldly happening .... what an explosive feeling inside and outside my entire body....every part of me tingled. Actually, as happens sometimes with my wildest climaxes...first, for just a split second, there was a slightly nauseous feeling ... then almost immediately a euphoric feeling enveloped me from my head to the tips of my toes. All sorts of fabulous sensations radiating out from my nuts and boner, down my thighs, my calf muscles and then my toes, curling them up tight...all around my belly with my hips doing little humping movements on their own.. uncontrollable movements and twitching all through my sensory system....all of it happening, seemingly, simultaneously. The best feeling on earth...maybe the best feeling in all the stars of the universe too for all I know. Noah was on his knees on either side of my waist with his sweaty forehead bumping the side of my face, his forearms on the bed squeezing either side of my head. When we both stopped bucking around he pushed backward slightly to keep my cock inside him and he let out a long, "Mmmmmmm" and then an "oooooooh" before doing a huge intake of air. Nathan stayed up inside me, doing little humps all the while, and keeping my legs up in the air with an arm around each one, leaning a little bit against the top of his brother's buttocks for support.. Noah had sprayed some watery cum on my neck, but nothing much when compared to his climax from me sucking him off a little while ago. It was less than a minute before we all started to separate. Nathan pulled out of me as my legs fell to either side of him. Noah, who was busy moaning and licking my collar bone like a kitten, slowly moved forward and pulled off my softening boner. I let out a long breath and nobody said anything, we were all breathing erratically with Noah's heart pounded fast and hard against my chest... and mine against his. I was totally spent from the sexual activities of the last twenty-four hours....totally! Twenty-four hours I'll never forget...that is if I actually survive to live another day. The fifteen year old twins are a different story... they were at the very height of their sexual prowess and were not "totally spent" at all. Noah's still-hard penis bumped against my belly...it wasn't as hard as it had been, but it definitely qualified as hard. Without much time elapsing since our latest climaxes Nathan smacked his brother's bare ass twice... kind of hard too. Noah lifted his bum up off me and just like that Nathan moved forward and mounted him. Nathan still had a real nice boner going for him too and he stuck it as far up his brother's hole as he could get it. Me thinking, "Holy shit! Can I believe this?" The two of them straddling me while I still lay there on my back ...Noah on his hands and knees and Nathan with a foot on either side of my hips, bending his long legs to match his crotch with his twin's bum hole. Nathan had a serious look as he gripped Noah at the shoulders...a hand on each one, pulling his brother back... as he plowed forward driving his chubby boner up that tight hole. "Holy shit" indeed. When Nathan had first stood up behind Noah I'd gotten a quick glimpse of his fat boner, all slimy with the Jelly and cum from it's time up my ass... it bobbed in front of Nathan like a miniature fire hydrant just seconds before he shoved it up his identical twin's ass. He did it the same way he'd done me...position the fat head at the bum opening and hump real hard inward with a lot of hip action pushing that chubby cock past all resistance and all the way in to the hilt. Then grind around and pull it out and jam it in again....that will loosen up the ring real fast. The boys aren't really into the subtleties of mutual gratification quite yet. Nathan fucked very similarly to the way Bobby had roughly fucked me much earlier this morning, actually about thirteen hours ago by now....both Bobby and the twins were novices of course, they'd learn in time. Nathan smacked his brother's ass with each of the first half dozen penetrations, Noah yipping each time...sweat dripping off both their foreheads. Oh my God they looked cute and hot... Shortly, Nathan had his eyes closed and a small smile on his face... a long , quiet "Ahhhhhhh' slipped out between his perfectly shaped lips. After the first ten or twelve hard humps Noah began to enjoy it too and moaned out a version of the same song "Ahhhhhh....Ooooooh" ...his head was down next to mine now because Nathan's roughness made Noah drop from his hands down to his forearms... we shared one another's sweat when our heads rubbed together with every hump of Nathan's fat cock. Every thrust and retraction made a sexy squishy-smacking sound. Apparently these boys had done this many times before... and it was obvious that they both loved it too. The entire bedroom smelled of sex and twins... Every so often Nathan would just hold his boner deep inside his brother, rotating his hips while holding Noah's waist with a tight two handed grip. Noah opened his eyes wide at times as Nathan worked the fat head of his boner deeper into him...it wasn't a look of pain, but rather a look of abject pleasure. After a while Nathan began fucking his brother real slow and deep as if he was conserving energy for a long, long ride. Noah stayed up on his knees but kept his face against my face or my shoulder or my neck. He was blubbering spit on me all though the next fifteen minutes of his fucking. I was rocking gently under Noah with each penetration and I began to wonder why this wasn't getting me aroused like it should.... was I finally all sexed-out for real? Ya think? At some agreed upon point and with no small effort Noah lifted upright away from my body. Nathan wrapped his arms around his twin's stomach to hold him tightly and then wicked-fast rabbit-fucked him in an almost violent manner.... them both making "ugh" sounds with every fast hump. I watched in fascination, but not a twitter of a move did my penis make. I was indeed all sexed out if this show didn't excite me. I knew very well that I'd be wildly groping myself under any normal circumstance.... my last twenty-four hours of sex was not normal, of course, and my dick was indeed sleeping. Sweat kept sliding off both boys' faces as Nathan lowered Noah back down into the hands and knees "doggy style" position. Noah's boner was over me now and when he leaned forward slightly it moved around my face, smearing his precum in the process. Just because I wanted to be a good friend to Noah, I grabbed it and sucked it into my mouth. Noah lasted almost two more minutes of his brother's wildly humping, doggy-style fuck and with me sucking on and stroking his cock, but then making a sound like a cat in heat Noah climaxed a pretty good load in my mouth...surprising since he'd just blown a big load less than a half hour ago. Man, to be fifteen again! Noah's tightened sphincter ring on his brother's boner put Nathan over the top just about when Noah's second cum spurt splashed in my mouth. In fact, it put him over the top in such a wild manner that his boner pulled out of Noah's ass and the first hard cum stream reached just barely over the boy's left shoulder to land down below, on my out-stretched arm. Nathan's follow-up shots went on Noah's back and buttocks. Nathan made noises like he was in serious ecstasy when he fired off his initial cum load... the sounds tapering off into mewings. This time both of the boys collapsed on the bed. I was still swallowing Noah's cum when his cock pulled out of my mouth, him sliding over on the bed beside me. I heard a quiet wet plopping sound, then felt Nathan's sloppy cock flop off my thigh as he fell onto the bed on the other side. Noah was murmuring, "Nathan" and Nathan was murmuring "Noah"....and nobody was murmuring "Oliver"....so I murmured it to myself in my head. I was just goofing now because it wasn't an especially sexy thing to me at the moment and it kind of pissed me off that it wasn't. I had the thought that it's possible I'll never want sex again the entire rest of my life. It was not a comforting thought that maybe, or apparently, or finally.... I was actually sexually satisfied... Oh no! How long will this last? The boys still weren't done with sex though. They quickly realized I was between them and they began scrambling to get together. I may have sounded a bit grumpy when I said, "Just a fucking second you two and I'll get out of your way". Fucking sex maniacs! I staggered out of bed and went into the bathroom for a long number one... that's code for "piss" in case you're uninformed about toddler speak. Then I got that big shower of Alexander's turned-on. I guess I was pouting a little bit because the twins didn't seem to care that much about me now and because my sex drive, my mojo, was gonzo. The water from the three shower heads takes a minute or two to warm up. In the meantime I got a big towel and a thick washcloth off the shelf and thought about the shower in here with Alexander a couple months back.. that was a hot trip, but this trip had been hot also.. Too hot, maybe.. It was nuts, is what it was. It was also worrisome because maybe I'd never feel that sexy way I use to feel again...this was more new territory for me... I peeked back in the bedroom where the twins were tight up against each other on the bed whispering and stroking each other's dick. Then, just about ready to get in the shower when in came the twins... sheepishly. Both of them naked of course, standing there side by side, touching each other from their shoulders to the sides of their feet with semi-boners sticking out from both of them. They seemed so comfortable being naked as if they gave it no more thought then they gave to their looks. Nathan spoke in a quiet little boy's voice, "We're sorry Oliver. We were rude to you by excluding you back there and we didn't mean to be. It's just that we've never gotten that excited from doing sex before....it's because you mean so much to us, I guess. We got carried away with it all and we didn't want to stop.. Can you forgive us?" Looking at them with a puss on my face and not answering immediately ... trying to think of just the right thing to say. The boys... worried that I was mad at them moved together tighter, their arms going around each other's waist in what looked like an unconscious movement. You have to hear them speak and see their faces to understand why I couldn't stay grumpy with them. Dropping my hopeless pretense of anger and exchanging it for a smile to tell them, "Oh, it's OK guys...I'm kidding you. Geez guys, I got all worked-up too. Everything is OK, you two did fantastic. And, you're right... you don't need my help. I'm so impressed with all your innovative sex. Some of that is brand new to me... bet even your brother doesn't know some of those sexy moves of your's." Now the twins' eyes got big as they looked down at the bathroom floor and then slowly up at each other... both tried to hide how pleased they were by trying to conceal their smiles. Nathan, wanting to hear more praise said, "Did we really do OK?" More assurances that they had been fabulous and also telling them, "Did ya know, I never had a three way before this". They're mouths dropped open at that as we all stepped into the hot shower. We let the water pour over us for awhile, talking above the sound all that water made slapping against our bodies. We talked about how you need just the right three guys and how perfect I thought they were and how honored I was to be their number three boy. Then we talked a lot about the three-way we'd just had.... the boys slipping in that question about "Did we really do Ok?" a couple of times and me reaffirming how great they'd been. They told me they'd concluded that they're both gay. That information took me by surprise at first, but it shouldn't have...I guess. Rolling my eyes as they went on to explain that there was no need for them to experiment with heterosexual sex after all. Probably not, but the point is I didn't want to get involved in that conversation even a little bit...especially at this time. I brushed it off by telling them to talk to Alexander about all that. He's the expert and they'd do best going to him with questions about any kind of sex. The boys were impressed that their brother was so highly thought of. All that was true enough, but it was the oddest god damn thing... this was the first time since I'd known the twins that they weren't sexually arousing me. Being naked with them in a shower wasn't turning me on. Appreciating their beauty, of course... loved being with them like this, of course... it just didn't sexually excite me. This new experience confirmed that life is a long, long journey.... with mysteries all the way. The three of us started shampooing each other's hair and the last of the black dye from my hair ran down the drain. Lots and lots of soapy lather on all of our bodies with both boys using their hands to clean my shaved groin... no boner from me which got the boys laughing and doing everything they could to raise one on me.. It was almost scary...no, it was scary how long it took before the boys hands fondling my cock got it fairly hard. They both sucked on it a bit too, but that never got me close to climaxing. Of course the boys had half hard-ons through most of the shower and full hard-ons by the time I got out to dry myself. When clean and dry, I got a round BandAid from a package in the medicine chest and used it to cover the hickey. Then, not even staying in the bathroom to watch the twins do whatever it was they were going to do with they're new boners, I left to get my stuff together. Honestly, what I really wanted to do more than anything in the world at that moment was to get in my Mini Cooper S, fire up that hot engine, and get away from the sex capital of the world as fast and as far as possible, sex capital for me in any case. Get in that car and just drive all night...drive till the wheels fell off and burned. I'd had enough. I'd had too much actually! Will life ever stop challenging me?? Trying to get my over-dramatic frame of mind under control I got dressed, packed my small satchel and lit a Marlboro light. Get a grip...be sensible! This satisfied sex thingie has got to be temporary ....right? My body feels fabulous...I'm well rested and wicked healthy. Only one problem really, I'm starving. The only thing I'd eaten all day was half of Alexander's sandwich. Not wanting to get side-tracked here I decided to eat on the road and not raid Alexander's refrigerator. Just have to wait a couple of minutes so I can say goodbye to the twins, wave at Alexander, and then hit the road running...maybe I'll do a wheelie starting off. Trying to blow smoke rings while listening to the twins giggling in the bathroom and then the subtle sound of two bodies smacking against one another. It made me grope my crotch, but only from habit. Getting impatient now so I grabbed a can of V8 from the refrigerator and poured it into a glass, then added salt. Mmmmm, drinking it slowly... amazing that they can make a bunch of squeezed vegetables taste so good. The bathroom door burst open and out came a bundle of steamy energy in the form of identical twins. Both their cocks were semi-hard and Noah's was red, shiny, and wet with cum. Nathan was walking a little tentatively so it wasn't hard to figure out who fucked who. They were in great spirits and babbled about what an exciting, fun time we'd all had this afternoon. Well, it was almost six o'clock so almost evening now. The boys got dressed and then changed the sheets on Alexander's bed. They told me that their brother would be furious if they left dirty sheets on the bed. Wonder if the boys had left dirty sheets there sometime in the past. Putting that thought out of my head we walked downstairs. Before going on down further to the garage, we looked in the barbershop through the office window and waved at Anthony who gave us a superior look and a little wave back. Alexander looked up, said something to the customer in his chair and came hustling into the office where we all stood waiting for him. He came bustling in, hugged us all together, and then kissed the three of us goodbye saying he couldn't wait until my Christmas break so we could, "make up for this lost weekend". The twins laughed knowingly and Alexander sent us on our way. He was making me feel like I was fifteen years old too, just like the twins. A quick kiss on our lips and a pat on our asses....at least he didn't pat the top of my head like one does to a good little fellow. Oh well, he still excites me and he knows how to treat me to get me all horned up.. treats me just like one of his boys. It's not hard to remember who's in charge when I'm with Alexander. The twins kissed me goodbye again outside...right in front of their chauffeur who pretended he didn't see it. We waved at each other again as their limo drove out of sight. Walking around to the front of the strip mall I got in my car.... starting it up gave me this fantastic feeling, like I'd survived some wild adventure and now was all safe and sound. Hey, maybe that's an accurate appraisal of the situation too. Turning on the FM Stereo just as Anna Nalick started singing her hit, "Just Breath". It made me chuckle because it was kind of appropriate. Leaving a little rubber, I pulled away from the curb. What the hell, it was an awesome sexy time like I'll probably never experience again. As usual though, I worried about being over-sexed which made me light another cigarette and plop in The Fray's CD, "Cable Car" and on played "Over My Head"....another appropriate song...perhaps. Or perhaps I handled the last twenty-four hours OK. Why do I second guess myself so much? Fuck! Try to enjoy your life, Oliver. Be bold! Be brave! Yeah, yeah, yeah...I'm starving so after about twenty minutes I pulled into a convenience store and picked-up a couple packs of peanut butter crackers, a box of Junior Mints and a Butterfinger bar. Hmmm, what else? A bottle of Kewi-Strawberry Snappel should do it. My real meal was going to be at the Townline Hoagie Shop.... when back home it's my favorite place to eat. This was just a snax to hold me over. The Hoagie shop stayed open until midnight on Saturday nights so it wasn't even necessary to hurry. Then I noticed the teenager at the cash register who was trying so hard to be a tough guy he almost made me burst out laughing. If he frowned any harder his eyebrows would be one continuous line across his forehead. The guy in front of me was buying lottery tickets, cigarettes and a six pack of beer. The cash register kid scrutinized the guy's drivers license to make sure he was old enough to buy the beer....the man sure looked old enough to me. It did give me time to stare at cash register boy though....about my age, or maybe a year younger. Nice, clean looking light brown hair that was longish and kept falling across his eyes. The kid would absently brush it away from his forehead and two seconds later it was across his eyes again. He had a piercing in his eyebrow that looked painful when he frowned and a small earring in one ear. Very clear complexion and average facial features with skimpy light whiskers on his upper lip and chin. My height and thin...hmmmmm? When it was my turn he frowned hard at me too. So, just to break his balls a little, I gave him my very best, winning smile. Totally unexpectedly, he smiled back at me with the cutest, boyish smile I'd seen since....well, since the twins a half hour ago. I unconsciously adjusted my crotch while he said, "On a health kick, I see". "What?" The kid bagged my items and gave me change and his hand seemed to linger on mine....or did I make my hand linger on his? There was a fat lady behind me with an arm load of Twinkies so I had to move along. Looked back at the kid...his name tag read "Shaun"...Shaun looked up and gave me another lopsided killer smile, which I returned groping myself again, a little short of breath this time. When he looked back at the fat lady he had his tough frown back in place. Sitting in my car, listening to The Fray, eating my "health food"...which took less than five minutes to finish. Couldn't help but think that perhaps, me being sexually satisfied wasn't going to last the rest of my life after all. Love that Butterfinger bar! With a cigarette lit, the Fray now playing "How To Save A Life", and my stomach feeling slightly sickly, I pulled away from Shaun and his convenience store and headed for home. to be continued......Conclusion Part 3...Frankie Donny Mumford thinat20@yahoo.com