Date: Sun, 4 Nov 2012 19:50:10 -0600 From: Charles Hughes Subject: OUR SEX CLUB - 6 Young Friends (b/b oral anal) This story is completely fiction; it is the story of two young school boys and their friends. If you are not 18, or if it is illegal for any reason for you to read such material, you must leave now. Copyright 2012 Charles Hughes, all rights reserved. If you would like to copy the story, please, just ask. I'm grateful for the many responses! The responses help me assess various options for a story, and I do listen to readers. I will answer all emails (I love to hear from you); please put the title of the story in the Subject line and use this address: the.back.door@hotmail.com And THIS IS IMPORTANT: Readers, if you enjoy reading the stories at Nifty, please consider making a donation so their work can continue. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html OUR SEX CLUB -- 6 The next day at school -- after we'd played in our classroom -- it sure felt funny to know that a very naked and horny boy had been sitting right where I was sitting. And a very naked and horny boy had been sitting right next to him. Marty and I kind of squirmed around a lot that morning, so I guess he was remembering, too. I'd had a huge dry cum right there where I sit every day in school! We got off to one side during lunch and talked about it. Alfred said he'd had a hardon almost all night. I told them about finding the sock I'd left behind. They agreed that Harrison had found it when he locked the window and left it where we could see it. But nobody ever said anything about it. Alfred wanted to do it all again. He would! Marty said we were lucky not to get caught the first time. We went to the Barn after school, got naked, and sucked for a while. Then we talked about all the places we jack off. Marty says he does it sometimes in their barn. We don't have a barn, but there's a shed back behind the garden, and I go behind it to jack off sometimes. I like being outdoors. Alfred say he jacks off in their outhouse practically everytime he goes there. I laughed and said he probably goes there sometime when he doesn't need to pee or shit, he just needs to jack off. Alfred nodded and laughed. Then Marty said behind a tree in their side yard. I said I do it in the shithouse, too. And Alfred said when he's taking a bath in the wash tub out behind their house. Marty said once, when his folks were gone, right in the front yard, right with the road going by. I said I guessed they jacked off a lot more than me. They laughed, and Alfred said sometimes he'd pee in the bean field and then jack off. Then we talked about all the places where we could jack off, all the places where it would really be fun to get away with it, like the schoolhouse. Alfred said the back of their pickup while they're driving into town. I said lying on the dirt in the middle of the day in middle of our garden with the sun shining on me and with tomatos and beans and carrots growing all around me. Marty said in my bed, with me in it. That made my cock throb. We went back to sucking. And we arranged ourselves so we all had a cock to suck, sort of in a circle. That was Marty's idea. We could also use our hands to play with the ass of the one we were sucking. I sucked Alfred, and I wasn't sure how much he wanted me to play with his ass, but he loved it. Alfred sucked Marty, and Marty sucked me. Later, Alfred asked if we want to come with him and his folks when they went into town the next day. We knew what he was asking -- do we want to ride in the back of the pickup with him? Marty said he couldn't; they were going to visit his grandma. I told him I'd ask at home, and I couldn't believe it when ma said yes. She told me to pick up a few things at the store. The next morning Alfred's folks honked for me when they stopped by, and I ran out and climbed into the bed of the pickup. Alfred and I sat next to each other with our backs to the wall of the truck's cab. The windows were high enough that his folks couldn't see us when we were down low. I was nervous as hell about it, but when Alfred reached over the rubbed my crotch, I sprang a boner right away. Marty told us that boner was another word for stiffie, and we'd been using it a lot. When we started up, I got worried about some car or truck pulling up behind us where they could see what we were doing, but Alfred pulled out an old blanket and covered us, like we were cold. It wasn't cold, but it sure was windy. He reached over to me under the blanket and unbuttoned my pants. I wiggled for him so he could get my underpants down some. Then I did the same for him. And we sat there in the pickup, riding down the hard road, jacking each other! It made me so horny! I guess I wasn't surprised when Alfred ducked under the blanket and started sucking my cock. I put my hand around his back so I could pump his dick, but I kept looking all over the place, afraid somebody would see us. Pretty soon I started groaning, and I had to spread my legs out some! He was a great cocksucker! Then I saw a car in the distance behind us. I told Alfred, and he came up. It took a few minutes for the car to catch up with us, and I was wishing I hadn't told him quite so soon. There were a man and woman in the front seat, and they passed us. As the car went by, we saw a little kid -- maybe around seven or eight -- in the back seat. He waved at us, and we waved back; then we giggled as Alfred went back under the blanket. He started moaning down there, so I started jacking a little faster. He had a dry cum while I was stroking him, and he kept on sucking right through it! But pretty soon I had to groan. His mouth was always so hot. It was smaller than Marty's mouth. My dick pushed up at him. Maybe the vibration of the pickup on the road helped. My cockhead got big enough to fill his whole mouth! I started shaking inside, then outside, and I had to bite my lip to keep from moaning loud. He knew when I was done, and he pulled out from under the blanket with a grin. I grinned at him. It was my turn, and I'd been thinking about it all night long. I told him what I wanted to do, and he looked for a minute like he wouldn't do it that way. But he finally said, "Okay. We'll try it. But if I say 'no' we stop." His pants and underpants were already down; I don't know when he shoved them down. I moved my hand across him to stroke his dick, and I put one of the fingers of my other hand into my mouth and sucked on it; tnen I moved it down under Alfred. He raised his ass a little so I could find his hole. It was so hot inside his crack! He sat back down, and I kept the end of my finger on the hole, rubbing it. I could feel the wetness from my finger. I pressed my finger up a little. I think the jiggling of the truck helped. I rubbed my finger around as much as I could, and he groaned. He looked over at me, and I could tell he liked it. He shoved his face into my shoulder and groaned louder. It was a good thing the truck made a lot of road noise! I was pushing a little more when we must have hit a hole or something. My finger shot up into his asshole, and Alfred yelled. "Aw damn fuck o shit that hurt! O shit." His moans were loud! But I guess his folks didn't hear anything. I wasn't sure what to do. Alfred was leaning forward, but I knew if I pulled my finger out, that would hurt, too. I'd found that out when I fingered my own hole in bed! Alfred was moaning and whimpering and leaning into me, but then it sounded like his moans became more like the moans he makes when somebody's sucking him. He leaned against me and said something I couldn't hear. He looked up and said it again. "K..k..k..keep it... in..." In a little bit I felt his ass pushing against my finger. I wiggled my finger a little to see if that hurt or anything, and Alfred just kept muttering about keeping it in. Before I knew it, he was moving up and down on my finger a little bit. I imagine the vibrations of the truck made that feel really good. He was moving up and down when another car pulled up behind us, so he sat still until they passed. Alffred was siting with my finger up his ass, and the man in the car just looked at us and waved. I was fingerfucking Alfred! My finger was up his butt, up his ass! It was inside. God, he was so hot and wet inside. He kept riding my finger, and I wiggled it and moved it around for him. I'd forgotten all about jacking him off, and when I reached over for his dick, he groaned. "Jack me... off... while you... do it... like this..." So I did. He kept riding my finger. I kept wiggling it and stroking his cock. He was so hard it felt like a metal bar in my hand. And I was jacking and fingerfucking... Alfred suddenly threw his head back. I expected him to yell again, but he didn't. He sucked in his breath so loud I could hear it even with the truck and road noise, and he made a sound like he was gagging on something, and then he froze in place. His ass clenched at my finger like it was trying to bite it off! His cock trembled in my hand. He clasped his hand over his mouth and bucked up into the hand jacking him and then down hard onto the finger that was fucking him. I didn't do anything. I just sat there and felt his hard dick and his hot ass. He made that gagging sound again; it lasted longer this time. Then it was like he wilted, like a flower in the hot sun. He just sank down. I pulled my finger slowly down and out of it. I felt his hole push my fingertip out, and he gave a sharp yelp. Then he leaned against me and was quiet for a while. We were getting closer to town, and there were more houses along the road now. I told Alfred I thought we'd better pull our pants up. He didn't say anything, but he put himself back together again. I pulled the blanket off of us. His pants were twisted around a little, but so were mine. We straightened them out, and rode the rest of the way without saying anything. The pickup pulled into the parking lot of a hardware stoke. His pa got out and told us he'd only be a minute. He asked if we wanted to go in with him, and we said no. While he was gone, I whispered, "Alfred, you okay?" "Yeah." His voice was hoarse. "Fuck, Eddie, that was so good. At first I thought it was gonna kill me. And then it felt so good..." We stopped talking when an old woman walked by. His pa came back, and we drove to a bigger store and parked. His ma said she was shopping for some yardage to use for dresses, and his pa was going to go talk to the Farm Bureau man. "You boys meet us back here when your movie is over. If we're not back yet, you wait for us and don't go anywhere else." "Movie?" I asked. His ma smiled. "It's all right, Eddie. I spoke to your mama about it when she brought us those preserves yesterday. She said it was fine." His folks walked off, and we jumped down from the bed of the truck. I noticed that Alfred winced a little bit when he stood up. "My ass," he whispered. That scared me a little. What if I'd hurt him? "Alfred, what's this about a movie? I didn't know... I mean, I got money for Ma's groceries, but I don't have any for a movie.." "Don't need any," he grinned. He reached into his pocket and pulled out some change. "I got enough. I even had enough for Marty if he'd been able to come. It's... like a surprise." He grinned and then looked down at the ground like he was embarrassed. "Alfred. Alfred, that is so nice!" I knew he was embarrassed about it, so I roughed up his hair like he hates, so we could laugh about it. "Thanks, Alfred." "We even got enough for candy," he said. "Come on." He ran across the street and down a block. I looked at the sign at the door. It was Tom Mix! "The Big Diamond Robbery." Johnny Mac Brown. Didn't know him. "Montana Moon." Two westerns! Alfred got our tickets, and we went in. I'd been to movies in the town where we used to live, but I hadn't been to any here. Ma said it was just too expensive right now. It wasn't all the way dark when we went in; nothing had started yet. We got way back in a corner; Alfred said nobody bothered you there. We talked about which cowboy movies we liked best, and then the lights went down. It was a cartoon first. Then a newsreel. Then some previews. Then "Montana Moon." It didn't take long to see that it wasn't a cowboy movie. Well, it was in Montana, but it was about some lady in New York who went there and started a romance or something.. Oh, well. There was still Tom Mix. I'd noticed that Alfred had been kind of jittery in his seat. He leaned over and whispered, "Eddie, I really need to go to the bathroom. Come with me." We got up and found the bathroom, and Alfred went into a stall. He looked sort of uncomfortable. He said, "Eddie, come with me. It kind of hurts. Please." I got scared right away. "It hurts" down there, down where I'd been fingerfucking him! Oh, shit. Is he sick? Hurt? What did I do? I went over and closed the stall door behind us. Alfred dropped his pants and underpants and sat down. His face was all scrunched up. He started to shit, and then he whimpered and looked at me. Oh, damn. "Alfred, you okay? Should I get somebody?" "No! Don't get anybody. Just stay here." Somebody knocked on the stall door. "You kids! What you doing in there?" "My friend's sick, mister," I said. "Leave us alone!" Alfred grunted harder, and I heard it plop in the water. He gave a big sigh. He waited, and a little more pooped out. Then he wiped. I heard him suck in his breath, and he held the toilet paper out to me. There were spots of blood on it! Oh, no, no. "Alfred, let me get somebody." "No," he said. He wiped some more, and we checked each piece of paper. There was just a little blood the next time, and then there wasn't any anymore. I felt like I was about to panic. What did I do to him? He stood up. I said, "Alfred, turn around." He gave me a funny look, but he turned around. I spread his ass cheeks, and I didn't see any blood. "No blood," I whispered. I started to feel a little better. Some big boys came in then, and we left. They gave us funny looks when we walked out of the same stall. Back in our seats, I asked Alfred how he felt, if it hurt back there. I was almost in tears. What had I done to my buddy? "Little sore," he whispered. "But it's not bad. And it's not like I'm leaking blood, Eddie." He sat back in his chair. I couldn't pay any attention to the movie, which wasn't interesting anyway, and I kept looking at Alfred. I took his hand and squeezed it. I don't know why. He looked at me and smiled. "I didn't mean to do that," I whispered. "I didn't mean to hurt you." "It's not hurting now. I just had to shit, that's all," he whispered back. "Eddie, it's all right." But he squeezed my hand, and I wasn't sure it really was all right. It wasn't long before the movie was over, and another cartoon started. I needed to pee by this time, and I wanted to get Alfred someplace where I could be sure he was all right. We got to the bathroom, and there some other boys there, but we went into the same stall and closed the door. I pulled my dick out and peed. Then he peed. When he started to turn away I grabbed his arm. "I want to check, Alfred," I whispered. "I want to be sure." He looked mad for a minute, but then he shrugged. He turned around and dropped his pants. I sat on the toilet so I could spread his cheeks. His hole looked like it always did. There wasn't any blood. I tapped it with my finger to see if it hurt, and he jumped, but I don't think he hurt. He reached around and grabbed my hand. "Jack me off," he whispered. Here? Fuck. What if somebody... But before I could say anything, he pulled my hand around his waist to his dick. He was hard as a rock. So I stroked him. I figured that he wouldn't want that if he hurt inside, so I pumped his dick until I heard him grunt. He moved back a step and fell back my lap -- his naked butt on my lap! I could stroke him better that way, but it was making me hard, now! My stiffie, right under his ass... I heard him breathing, and I sure hoped he could keep quiet. I don't know how he did it -- he always made noise when he came -- but I felt his dick jerking in my hand and his ass wiggling on my thighs, and I knew he was doing it. When he was done, he stood up, pulled his pants up, and leaned over to kiss me on the cheek. I just sat there, surprised. He grinned and pulled me out of the stall with him. We didn't even look at the other boys who were in there. We got back to our seats just as the opening credits for the Tom Mix movie started. We kind of slumped down in our seats. Alfred reached over and took my hand. He just held it. Halfway through the movie he reached for my crotch. I got a boner right away. He undid my pants and reached into my underpants for my cock, and he slowly jacked me off. It was so slow I could hardly stand it. It made me want to cum so bad, but the feeling would come and go and not get... deep enough. He stroked me without even looking at me. I could see his hand on my cock in the flickering light of the movie, and I finally just relaxed and let him play with it. I realized that's what he was doing. He wasn't jacking me off as much as he was just playing with a dick he liked. I put my hand over his on my cock and squeezed it; he looked over and smiled. On the way out I thought about checking him in the bathroom again, but he went on to the counter. We'd forgotten to get our candy. He bought us a big box and we left. His folks weren't at the meeting place yet, so we stood against a wall to wait. He looked up at me and told me he'd seen a little blood there before, after he'd fingerfucked himself. I didn't even know he'd been doing that. I stood there with my mouth open. There were things about Alfred that I hadn't even guessed! Our last stop before heading home was the grocery store. We went in with his ma -- his pa stayed in the truck -- because I needed to get some stuff for home. When his ma was done, we got back into the bed of the pickup. There was one last stop, at the feed store. His pa tossed a big bag of feed onto the truck, and we arranged everything so it wouldn't spill over on the way back. Then we sat back. When the pickup got out into the country, Alfred told me he'd liked what I'd done, and he hoped I'd do it again. And maybe fuck him someday. We leaned against each other and didn't talk for a while. The he looked up at me and said, "Would you kiss me the way you kiss Marty? I'd really like that, Eddie." There wasn't anybody behind us, so I moved my face down and kissed his lips. He pressed his face up to me and opened his mouth. Our tongues licked against each other slowly. It was different kissing Alfred. I'm not sure why. But it was just as much fun. We didn't talk the rest of the way home, but we held hands -- down where anybody passing wouldn't see them. And we kissed one more time. They let me off at my house, and I thanked ma for letting me go to the movie. I told her I was a little tired and wanted to lie down for a while before supper. I went to my room and lay there, just thinking about the day. About the fingerfucking, yes. But also about the kissing. Sunday afternoon me and Marty met in the Clearing. I told him about the movie. And then about the fingerfucking. And then about the kissing. I guess I wondered if he might not like my kissing Alfred like that, since that had been a thing for us. I didn't need to worry. He said he was glad I liked kissing so much, and he grinned and said maybe we ought to practice more so I could be sure to get it right. I felt so relieved I hugged him. I think that surprised him. Then we sat down and talked about the fingerfucking. Alfred got there about that time, and I think he was a little embarrassed when I told about the blood. But I could tell he wanted to hear what Marty had to say, too. The first thing he said was that we shouldn't worry about a little blood. He'd had the same thing happen to him. That was the first time I'd heard about that! He said if we put something in the butt and on the finger that would help it slip in; that way it wouldn't scrape the sides. He said he'd bring something tomorrow. "Bring what?" I asked. Marty grinned. "It's something I found when I was jacking off in the barn. I remembered Cow Balm. It's something we put on the cows in the wintertime to keep their udders from getting too dry. I got a tube of it out and rubbed some on my cock, and... fuck! It was so slick and slippery. And felt so good. Then I wondered if it would help me get my finger in my ass easier. I tried it, and it worked! Got my finger all the way in!" "Cow goo? In my ass?" Alfred looked like he didn't like the idea. "Does that mean I'll give milk?" We laughed, but Marty got serious again. He said he used it everytime he used his finger in his ass. Alfred was stiff listening to all this, and I was getting there. So we met at the Barn after school the next day. We got naked and played with our dicks while. But Alfred and I were too curious about the balm in the ass. "Did you bring it?" I asked. Marty pulled his pants over and got a tube out of his pocket. He held it up grinning. "Show us how, Marty," Alfred said. Alfred got down on all fours and Marty and I got behind him. I spread his asscheeks, and Marty rubbed a little of the stuff on Alfred's hole. Alfred moaned, "Oh, that feels so good!" Then he put some on his finger, put it on Alfred's asshole and worked it around and around. Marty pushed his finger in a little bit, then a little more. "Alfred?" "Good, Marty. Oh, fuck... don't stop!" I watched his finger slide inside! He worked it around a little, and I guess that made his hole a little bigger. He pulled his finger out a little -- but not all the way -- and pushed it in again. He went real slow, but each time he pushed in he went in a little deeper. I had to rub my dick! I could see that Marty was hard, too. Alfred was moaning again, and I recognized the sound -- he was loving it. Marty reached around and stroked Alfred's dick, and I didn't realize until then that that hand had some of the stuff on it, too. Alfred groaned, and his ass wiggled and pushed. Marty stroked him and fingered him until Alfred was moving so much Marty could hardly keep his hand on Alfred's dick. Then Alfred arched his back. "OOOO fuck! oooooooooOOOOOO fuck fuck fuck yeaaaaaaa...!" He lowered himself slowly to the blanket, and rolled over. The look on his face answered any quesitons about whether or not he hurt! "Your turn, Eddie." I got down on all fours and turned so Marty was behind me. He kissed my ass first! And I giggled. Then I felt the cold, slippery stuff all over my asshole. I moaned as Marty rubbed it around and around. He took a while, but when he began to press in a little, I was ready for it. I wanted him in so bad! I could feel my hole opening, his finger slipping through... It felt tight... not quite a hurt... I gritted my teeth to keep quiet; I didn't want Marty to know that the hurt was growing some. And then his finger was past that part, and I felt something -- his finger! -- moving around inside my ass. Inside! It moved to one side and then the other, pressing a little. I realized that the hurt had gone away. Then he pulled his finger out a bit. I wanted it to push in again! When it did, I pushed back, and I got the warmest, fullest feeling back there I'd ever hand. So much better than my own finger. And I realized he could get farther in than I could using my finger. I closed my eyes and began to rock back and forth on his finger. So full... so deep... sliding opening filling me sliding filling... He pushed slowly; I pushed back at him. We sort of got our motions together and began to rock back and forth together. Then something happened deep inside! He touched something! It made a wave of heat went over my insides. I moaned louder, and I heard myself begging for more. Somebody -- I opened my eyes and saw that it was Alfred -- started srtoking my cock. Oh, I felt so good all over! Inside, outside... Cock and ass... the best feeling... And without any warning, my whole insides rolled over and turned upside down and... "Awwwww... uuuuuuuuHHHHHHHHHHHH..." Alfred slowed his hand on my cock. Marty kept his finger in for a little bit and then pulled it out slowly. I could feel my ass pushing it out, and it hurt a little when it popped out. And I felt so... empty inside. I lowered myself to the blanket. I couldn't say anything. I wanted to hold Marty. I wanted Marty to hold me. And I wanted him to fuck me for real. "Another time, and soon," Marty whispered to me. I realized I had said that last part out loud. "And me," Alfred said. "All of us," Marty said. "Another time, and soon," he repeated. "It's time for the Sex Club to fuck."