From: mpierce@globalserve.net (Mikey Mark) Subject: New Story "Joe & Eric" by MM (teen m/m, cons) Date: Mon, 26 May 97 00:39:59 GMT WARNING: The following text contains scenes of textual nudity and graphic sex between consenting teenaged males. If you are offended by such material, or are under the legal age of consent to read such material please do not read any further. All persons and events depicted in the following story are entirely fictitious. Any resemblance to those living or dead is purely coincidental and a product of the author's over-active imagination. * * * Joe & Eric - Chapter One - "Big Red" by Mikey Mark * * * I first met Eric when I was in junior high. This was around the mid-80's. As fate would have it, he sat beside me in home-room. I was too young then to know that I was gay, but I had always been attracted to other boys. I was also still too young to know what I wanted to do with these boys other than to just be friends with them and to hopefully see them naked for a reason I could not explain or understand. I just knew I wanted them. And what I wanted right then and there, was Eric. He was seriously cool and good looking and I fell in love instantly. He had rusty red hair that he always wore long on the top and shaved short around the back and sides, and the most amazing hazel-green eyes that seemed to change colors every time I looked at him. Sometimes they glowed almost emerald or hunter green, other times they would darken and mix with shades of brown. He was also quite fair-skinned, although he always seemed to manage a light tan that gave him a beautiful copperish tone to accent the color of his hair. We were twelve years old when we first met, pretty much the same height and body size, that is to say, short, boyish and skinny! I spent the whole of junior high cultivating his friendship. Luckily, I didn't have to work very hard at it as we got along quite easily and shared several interests. By the end of grade seven, Eric and I were pretty much best buddies and spent almost all of our social time together. We merged a few of his friends with a few of mine, but mostly it was just him and me. We were both serious billiard-hounds and wannabe pool-sharks and since we both had pool-tables in our basements, we were rat her evenly matched. Cycling was another major common interest. While most of our friends owned bicycles and used them as regular forms of transportation, most of Eric's family was into competitive cycling and I belonged to a cycling club. Since I had just spent almost all of my life-savings on a fifteen-speed, super-lightweight aluminum frame racing bike, we were a match made in heaven. I really love cycling and even as a kid I would ride my bike for miles. As I grew up, I wanted to go faster and faster. The track at the local school is where I started out doing laps and timing myself to see how fast I could go. Then I moved up to the huge city park that was a couple of miles away. There, where cars could not go, a long winding road through the park provided a superb place for riding mile-long laps. Needless to say, the place provided the site for several annual cycling races. Whenever I could, I would ride over there and do laps until I was exhausted trying to keep up with the small packs of 'racing club' cyclists using the place for training. So it was that Eric and I would ride down to the park and then race each other around in circles whenever we had the opportunity. We were both very competitive by nature and would "bet a buck I can beat you" for just about everything we did together . Since it was just the two of us, it really didn't get all the expensive because we mostly just traded the same dollar back and forth and rarely coughed up the cash anyway unless the balance hit five dollars or so and one of us needed the money. We were pretty much evenly matched in most things, but by the time we finished grade eight and I had turned fourteen (I'm a Gemini), Eric had begun to develop a distinct physical advantage over me. Although he was only about an inch taller than I, h e was almost twenty pounds heavier and it was all muscle. At the time, I was about 5'8" tall and maybe 125-130 pounds. I was always slim and wiry and still am. Eric started off the same as me, but was filling out much more, following in the line of his tall and well-built family. Unfortunately, my own family line was inclined to smaller physiques. And a good solid muscular build was not the only thing Eric inherited from his family as I discovered when I joined his family out for a charity sponsored bicycle marathon. Eric's dad was obviously a jock back in his college days and had managed to keep most of his build. Dressed in a pair of black lycra cycling shorts, the bulge at his crotch left no doubt about the source and size of the family jewels! Eric's bulge wasn't quite as big as his father's, but it was damn close and the sight of it almost drove me insane. Even Eric's younger brother Craig, who was normally a twelve year old skateboard punk anarchist, was sporting a fine bulge on his skinny boyish body. He had the same greenish-hazel eyes as his brother and had dirty blonde hair that was shaved at the sides and pulled back in a top-knot style ponytail. Eric's sixteen year old sister was also seriously hot babe with a great body and big tits with long auburn hair and the same damn green eyes! The whole family seemed to be built big and sexy. I had been working at trying to see Eric's cock for quite some time and he had been most 'unco-operative' up to that point. No matter what I tried or hinted at, Eric seemed to just go on blissfully unaware of the fact that I was in love with him and lusting after his body every moment I spent with him. He was a real tease. He would get changed in front of me at his house, standing there in his underwear while searching for some favorite article of clothing. He was never bashful about being seen in his underwear, or his cycling shorts, but I could never manage to see any more than that obvious outline and bulging lump! Whenever we went to see a movie together, I would always buy a LARGE soda pop and he would as well. I would practically bloat myself drinking down the huge container, but I figured that Eric would absolutely have to take a piss after the movie and that would encourage me. But every time, no matter where we were, Eric would go into a stall to piss, leaving me standing there at the urinal without him. Frustrated. On one beautiful summer day, all that changed. Eric and I were just sitting around my back patio in the shade. Eric was wearing a pair of cut- off tan workpants as shorts, with no belt as it was much too hot outside. These were a favorite pair of his that rode low on his hips and exposed the top waistband of his boxers. This always drove me crazy with desire as when he sat in just a certain way, you could easily see the evidence of his most considerable endowment. We had both chucked our shirts and I admired the way his fair skin tanned so nice and easily. My own skin tanned even easier, but that usually comes with a darker complexion, dark brown hair and equally dark brown eyes. We were talking about what it was going to be like starting high school at the end of the summer. My parents were out for the day and I was 'technically' baby-sitting my eleven year old brother who was inside playing Nintendo with one of his little buddies. After smoking a joint of pot back there, waving the smoke way from the direction of the neighbors, our conversation started to get more interesting. Eric told me all about how he had seen his sister making out with her boyfriend down on the couch in his basement. Hearing Eric talk about his sister sucking cock and the sight of him sitting there shirtless, exposing his fine smooth chest, started me off with an erection. When he asked me if I've ever gotten a blowjob from a girl, by habit I replied with a sly and mysterious grin. "True gentlemen do not discuss such matters," I announced most pompously. It was generally an effective and honorable dodge. "Okay then, how about Truth or Dare?" "Are you kidding? You want to play Truth or Dare?" We had played the game before, but usually with three or four other boys around. My head spun with the possibilities. "Sure. Why not?" "Okay ... I'm game." My cock was as hard as a rock and my heartbeat started to quicken. It felt like the temperature went up ten degrees in the shade. "Flip to see who dares first." I pulled a quarter out of my pocket and held it out. "Call it." "Heads." "You win." "Okay then, Truth or Dare, have you ever gotten a blowjob from a girl?" "What's the dare?" "I dare you to eat a cracker soaked in Red-Hot Sauce ... no washing it down either for at least fifteen minutes afterwards!" This was an easy one. I couldn't answer the question because I was a virgin and Eric knew it. "I'll take the dare." We both went inside to the kitchen and Eric pulled out a saucer and put a cracker down in the middle. Then he got the little bottle of red-hot sauce and started shaking it and pouring it one. When the cracker was thoroughly covered and beginning to soak in, I picked it up and woofed it down. At first it wasn't that bad, but after a minute or so it started getting pretty hot. Eric made me come back out to the patio with him and we sat down there again to continue our game as it was now my turn. I was breaking out in a sweat from the heat in my mouth and couldn't think of anything better so I threw Eric's question back at him. "Truth or Dare, have you ever had a blowjob from a girl?" "Truth, yes. Lisa-Marie gave me head at Cathy's party back in March." "Are you kidding?" I was incredulous, but I did remember him disappearing for a while at the party. "No, I said its the truth and you know I never lie." That was the truth as Eric never lied to me. Omitted or stretched the truth maybe, but never a lie. The very thought of Lisa-Marie sucking on Eric's cock made me jealous and excited as Eric sat back to think up his next question. "Truth or Dare, how often do you masturbate?" This was a nasty question. We starred at each other for a minute while I thought about how I could answer it. "What's the dare?" "I dare you to go inside and give your little brother a wedgie" That made it easy and I headed inside. Sure enough, Timmy and his buddy were in the TV room playing Nintendo. I walked into the room real innocent and stupid-like and asked them what they were up to and what were they doing. Timmy told me to fuck off, which gave me an excuse. Eric was standing in the doorway watching and Timmy's friend was sitting there waiting his turn while Timmy was laying on his stomach on the carpet facing the TV and trying to blow away the universe. His oversized T-shirt covered his ass, but he was wearing light fleece shorts and I had no trouble at all reaching down and grabbing the elastic waistband of his briefs and lifting Timmy up to his feet and then using both hands, lifting him right up in the air. He was only eleven years old and didn't weigh much more than about ninety-five pounds. Timmy was howling like crazy, while Eric was laughing his head off. When I put him down again, Timmy just squirmed around on the floor making amusing faces while he tried to extract his undies from up the crack of his ass. Satisfied at the performance of the dare, Eric and I turned around and walked out. I knew I'd have no trouble from Tim. I had asked him a question and he swore at me. With our parents being strict protestants, swearing in the house was a punishable offence. He wouldn't say another word about the episode or bother for revenge. He knew the way things worked and he and I usually got along pretty good. I was the big brother so I was entitled to pick on him now and again, and as long as I didn't really hurt him, he wouldn't complain. In fact, I knew he enjoyed it as he was of ten the one who would start or provoke a playfight with me, and as I was three years older than him, he really didn't stand much of chance in a wrestling match or a pretend kick-boxing fight. Back out on the patio, it was now Eric's turn again. "Truth or Dare, have you ever jerked off before?" This was a variation on his earlier question that I dodged by giving Timmy a wedgie. This was allowed but open for dispute as the rules of the game prohibited repeat questions. As always, I asked, "what's the dare?" "I dare you to pull out your weenie and jerk off right here." As I heard his dare my heart started beating even faster. It was time. "I Double-Dare you!" According to the rules of the game, because I double- dared him back, Eric would have to agree to perform his own dare *first* if I accept the dare or he would have to withdraw his question. It was perfect. We grinned at each other for a minute in silence. Gaging each other and getting up our guts. "I accept the double-dare. The question stands." I could barely conceal my excitement. The moment I had been waiting for a couple of years had arrived. "I'll take the dare." Eric just grinned at me as he seemed to expect my answer. "What the hell, here goes nothing." With that, Eric stood up and unzipped his fly. It was pretty funny watching him try and pull his fully erect cock out the fly of his boxers and the fly of his pants without undoing the top button on his shorts, but we were stoned and I laughed my head off to conceal the *intense* level of my own excitement. When he finally managed to get his cock out I swear I nearly passed out from the realization of my dreams. I dared not move at all as I could feel myself trembling. His cock was majestic and beautiful. It was as big as I had imagined, a good two inches longer than my own standard issue six-incher. It was uncut, unlike my own, and I watched fascinated as Eric reached down and took his foreskin and peeled it back to reveal the red swollen head. Then, standing there in the middle of my back patio, he proceeded to jerk himself off by slowly rubbing his foreskin back and forth, on and off. "Since you gotta do it too, why don't you do it now?" This was a damn good suggestion as I could feel my cock leaking in my briefs. I didn't bother to say anything at all and just stood up next to him and dropped my shorts. Hoping to get him to do the same, I then pulled my underwear down to my knees. I was a bit embarrassed by the size of my dick compared to his, but I did have a decent sized pair of balls and a small patch of jet black curly hairs that I was quite proud of. The precum was already dripping from the head of my cock when I started to join in and match Eric's rhythm. We were standing very close to each other and starring intently at our cocks and if my little brother were to come out back there he would have got some pretty good blackmail material over me. But we were young and lucky and no one interrupted our fun. After a minute or so of slow steady stroking, Eric reached over with his spare hand and undid his shorts and let them fall. He looked absolutely hot as hell standing there with his flaming red hair and big thick eight inch dick sticking out of the fly of his boxer shorts, but he looked even hotter when I reached over to pull them down. Eric protested, but only because his the head of his big cock was caught in the fly opening. Once he had his dick freed, he resumed stroking himself, although now he was using two hands like myself, one around the base, the other flying up and down. I had waited two years for the opportunity to sneak a peak at Eric's soft cock, and now here he was standing there almost naked and totally rock hard and pounding his meat like there was no tomorrow! The only thing more incredible than seeing Eric's uncut eight inch cock was seeing his balls! In a pair of lycra cycling shorts, Eric had a huge bulge (like his dad!) and looked hot as hell. Standing naked, I could see the source of that huge bulge. His balls were almost egg-sized and hung down about five inches! It was incredible. They hung a bit unevenly in his sack and bounced up and down while Eric jerked his cock. On top of all this, Eric had a nice little bush of red pubic hair and absolutely no hair anywhere else on his body. With the heat of the day and the buzzing of insects, Eric and I pounded away on our cocks like the fourteen year old boys that we were. I came first and didn't say a word as I squirted my load out onto the patio stones. No sooner did I finish when Eric let out a wild sound and started launching great big gobs of cum all over the place. I was freakin' amazing! He kept jerking himself while he was shooting and so the stuff was flying in every direction. One hot wet gob of it landed on my leg, but most of it landed on the ground. I swear I would have had to jerk off three or four times to make that much mess! Once Eric had finished, we both looked at each other sheepishly and with laughter covering our embarrassment, we quickly pulled up our shorts and stuffed our still hard cocks back inside our underwear. Eric was still laughing about that while I grabbed the garden hose and sprayed down the patio. Afterwards, we continued to sit around as if nothing happened and Eric started talking about the upcoming cycling races and the 'Tour d'France'. That was all we really did that day, but it was the beginning of many exciting sexual discoveries and adventures involving Eric and I, as well as a few cameo appearances by our respective younger brothers and a few others besides, that would supply me with all the sex I would experience right through most of my high school years. * * * "Joe & Eric" - Chapter Two - "Timmy's Discovery" by Mikey Mark * * * About a week after playing 'truth or dare' with my friend Eric, I was again baby-sitting my younger brother. Unfortunately Eric had to go somewhere with his parents and thus I was stuck there by myself. I never really paid too much attention to Timmy. He was just my little brother and that was that. We played together when we were kids, but he was about three years younger than me and as I became a teenager, three years is a big age difference. Nevertheless, we got along pretty well most of the time, as having separate bedrooms helped keep the peace. It was a typical school-night after dinner as Timmy was glued to his Nintendo game and I was downstairs in the basement doing my weight-training routine. While I worked-out, I fantasized about watching Eric lift weights in the nude, or me doing bench-presses with him standing there spotting for me with his big loose balls hanging in their silky sack just inches above my face. I counted my reps with visions of Eric's cock bobbing up and down in time with my motions. When I finished working out, all sweaty and horny as hell, I went upstairs to take a shower. Before going up the second flight of stairs, I stopped to take a quick peek at Tim in the TV room. I don't think he heard me come up the stairs because he didn't say a word to me and just continued to lay there on his stomach about five feet in front of the TV. He was wearing a pair of green soccer-style athletic shorts and he was actually squirming around and grinding his pelvis into the carpet while he played his game. If you just glanced at him casually, you would think that he was just a hyper kid getting into his game. However, if you stood and watched him for a minute or two, you could see that Timmy was seriously trying to 'hump' the carpet, whether he knew it or not. Timmy jumped about three feet in the air when I spoke his name and told him I was going up for a shower. The look on his face seemed to indicate to me that I had obviously 'caught' him at something, although I didn't really think anything of it as it seemed to me to be a fairly typical eleven year old boy-thing to me. It wasn't long before that I too had unconsciously went about the house fucking the furniture like an innocent kid. Upstairs in the shower, the steamy hot water felt great although it only partially relieved my horniness. Watching my little brother humping the carpet didn't exactly help either. I never really looked at Timmy sexually before. Sure I had seen him naked a hundred times and even seen him with a boner as well, but like I said before, he was just my little brother. As a matter of fact, he looks a lot like me with the same color hair, eyes and skin tone. Cut from the same mold as it were, a cross-match of our parents genes, differing only in age. I had always considered my little brother to be 'pre-pubescent' and thus non-sexual. So it was that despite watching him hump the carpet, I was surprised as hell when I turned off the water and pulled back the curtain to find Timmy standing at the toilet, with his green soccer shorts down around his knees and sporting a boyishly cute little boner. Timmy and I had always been fairly open towards each other and had shared the bathroom many times in the early morning rush before school, so it wasn't unusual for either one of us to slip in to use the toilet or to brush our teeth while the other was in the shower. Besides, since our parents weren't home at the time, I didn't bother to close the door all the way to allow the steam to escape. However, Timmy did not normally stand in front of the toilet playing with himself in front of me and I didn't always have a half hard-on when I got out of the shower. Foolishly I asked Timmy what he was doing but he only said he had to pee. The water in the toilet was clear so it was obvious that he was having trouble pissing with that boner on! Just for humor, I suggested to Timmy that it was next to impossible to piss with an erection, to which he broke out laughing. When he stopped laughing, and in all seriousness, he asked me how to get rid of a boner. I informed him that getting a boner was the most normal thing in the world for boys to get. I also told him that there really were only three ways to get rid of it once you got one. First of all, you could just forget about it and it will go away eventually. Secondly, you could take a cold shower or stick ice-cubes down your underwear. Thirdly, you could jerkoff. Timmy listened to my little speech with a mischievous smile and then followed it up by asked me what jerking off was. I was really trying to be just a good big brother by giving my little brother some straight information about some subjects that I wish I had a big brother to tell me about when I was his age. The fact that I was drying myself from the shower and thus standing totally naked (and half-hard) in front of him while he was sporting a classic boy-boner of the first order just seemed to supply an appropriate environment and occasion for just such a discussion. He was mostly familiar with the material, but I do think I helped him to put a few of the pieces together a bit more clearly after my explanation of the mechanics of jerking off and of course the attendant explanation about the nature of life and how babies are made. I was all dried off and just about to walk out of the bathroom to leave him there with some privacy to 'think' about what I told him, when he asked me to show him how to do it. Stalling for time, I asked him what he meant by "it", and he in all innocence informed me that he was talking about "jerking off". He had tried it before, but wasn't sure if he was doing it right. I stood there for a moment and then said 'what the hell'. To give the demonstration that he asked for, I used my own now fully erect cock as a handy model. I repeated my earlier instructions as I went through the motions. Timmy watched me with rapt attention and then asked if he could do it. I thought he was talking about doing it to himself, but he meant doing it to me as he reached out to grab my hard cock. I let my hands drop away and allowed him to explore my cock. He was very impressed with how big and hard it was and how I had a black pubic hairs at the base. I actually coached him into giving me a pretty darn good hand job. I warned him that I was going to cum, but I don't think he really understood what that meant until the white stuff started flying. Luckily, Timmy's Nintendo-honed reflexes were good and he managed to dodge getting seriously splattered. He didn't know to stop rubbing after the cum stopped shooting and I had to grab his wrist to get him to stop. He was grinning like a kid with a new toy. As soon as I explained that I was finished and that my cock was now going to shrink back to normal, Timmy begged me to do "it" to him. I debated for a minute, but he had just jerked me off and fair is fair. His little boy cock was only about three inches long, but it was rock hard and circumcised just like my own. Like everything else about him, his dick looked just like mine did when I was his age. He had absolutely no pubic hair and by the looks of his little ball pouch, he probably wouldn't be able to even cum yet. After all, I didn't discover jerking off until I was twelve. Remembering my own three finger technique (two fingers + thumb) from my early masturbation experience, I started to give Timmy his first hand-job. The look on his face while I was doing it to him certainly confirmed the fact that he had never really done it before. At first, he was pretty calm about it and said it felt pretty good. After about a minute or so, something inside him started to click and his eyes went wide and his mouth dropped open in his best "Home Alone" facial expression. He just stood there like that, twitching and squirming around for another minute or so while I continued to jerk his little prick. It was like he was riding an invisible roller coaster ride. One moment he's just standing there with a blank face starring at me, then next moment he's doing the "Home Alone" face and twitching. I guess I was lost in a bit of daze because it took me a quite a while to realize what was going on. Actually, it was the fact that my arm was getting tired that snapped me back to reality. Little Timmy could not cum yet and therefore was not going to ejaculate which normally indicated the time to stop jerking! The poor kid was probably going through his sixth or seventh dry orgasm in a row and I didn't even realize it! When I finally stopped after the next lull in Timmy's roller coaster ride, you should have seen the look on his face. It took him another minute or two before he spoke, and by that time I was already out of the bathroom and in my bedroom starting to get dressed. Timmy actually came to my door to say "thank you". I put on my best 'big brother grin' and said "sure, no problem," but I felt tormented inside. The age old incest taboo was feeding me a guilt trip something bad. I really didn't want to have sex with him at all, but I couldn't help but to feel that I was taking advantage of him. I had gotten off watching him ride that roller coaster and I just knew that I was going to do it to him again, if only just because he was available and I was young and horny. Ah well, what is life if it is not filled with slow and endless emotional torments? * * * "Joe & Eric" - Chapter Three - "Another Dare" by Mikey Mark * * * Over the next few weeks after playing 'truth or dare' out on my back patio with Eric, I anxiously awaited for the next opportunity to arrive. I had been hot for Eric for two years already, so I had learned to be patient. I felt like a big game hunter, patiently stalking my prey. I had been jerking off *every* night before bed since that fateful afternoon. I had a perfect memory replay of Eric jerking himself off with his big balls bouncing around and jet loads of cum squirting in every direction. I would lay on my back, naked and spread-eagled on my bed while I fantasized about Eric standing or kneeling above me and shooting his cum all over my body as if he were pissing. The very thought of having another guy's sperm touching my body was enough to put me over the edge and I would surrender to my own self-induced passions and reach for the kleenex box. That was what life hanging around a guy like Eric did to you. I hung around him every chance I got, but fate conspired against us so that no matter what we did or where we went, there rarely was an opportunity for us to be alone and undisturbed. By the forth week after that 'fateful afternoon' jerkoff session, without so much as a word about the episode between us, I was just about going insane with desire. With my memory replay of Eric going into exaggerated and endless re-runs, I practically *doubled* my daily jerkoff habit and prayed that my mother wouldn't notice the fact that I was going through bedside kleenex boxes like nothing. My little brother running around the house half-naked at every opportunity didn't help either. He actually would attack me with a flying drop-kick while wearing nothing more than his underwear, practically inviting me to give him another wedgie. Sure enough, if our parents were out of sight, I would lift him right off the ground by the waistband of his undies and Timmy would squirm and howl. I swear that he actually got off on it. The only resistance Timmy seemed to offer back lately was to grab my crotch which was more to rub it than anything else. It was horrible to be caught in such a weird predicament with me being gay and horny and my little brother being apparently so willing. I wasn't really attracted to him at all and the religious-family-guilt feelings were pretty heavy. Even still, I couldn't stop myself from going along with it all and when he thrust his pelvis towards me I would reach out and rub his young boner. He made the cutest tent in his little white jockey shorts and since he wasn't going to make a mess, I would jerk h im off right there in his underwear. I hated myself for the pleasure I got from watching him spasm and twitch with his endless dry orgasms but I'll have to admit, Timmy didn't seem to be bothered by it at all! Anyway, to get back to my story, Eric and I were supposed to go riding one day and when I rode up to his garage to meet him, the storm clouds rolled in. We figured at first it would just be a summer thunderstorm, loud but brief, but it turned out to be a steady rain with a solid grey sky. Shelving our plans to go riding, Eric and I headed to his basement to play a few games of pool. We played about three or four games, but Eric kept winning at a buck a game so I said I didn't feel like playing any more. The real reason was because we were supposed to go riding today, both Eric and I were wearing our cycling gear. That meant that Eric's big cock and even bigger balls were prominently on display, clearly outlined in his black lycra cycling shorts. The only thing that could possibly be compared to the sight of Eric's crotch in a pair of cycling shorts would have to be the sight of Eric's butt in those same cycling shorts. When he bent over to make a shot in front of me I would just about lose it completely. His butt was nice and round and muscular, but smallish in proportion to the rest of him. I wanted to see him naked so badly I couldn't see or think straight and this was the real reason I played poorly. It was bloody uncomfortable trying to sit down on the couch afterwards, as Lycra shorts are tight and my cock was doubled over and hard as a rock. Luckily, Eric went upstairs to get us something to drink so I could stick my hands down my shorts and adjust myself. Letting my boner go off to one side rather than bent down felt wonderful and I rejected the notion of letting Eric catch me playing with myself. I wanted him, but I didn't want to look like a fool either. When Eric returned with a couple of cans of 7-UP he told me that his parents had gone out for a couple of hours and that it was just us and his younger brother Craig at home. I was elated at this news and I noticed Eric looking at my crotch. He made some dumb comment about my obvious boner, and we both laughed. "How about another game of Truth or Dare?" I could barely believe what I was hearing. That was exactly how I got to see Eric jerk off in the first place and now he was suggesting that we play the same game. That could only mean that he wanted to jerkoff with me again! I tried to answer as casually as I could. "Sure, why not?" "Call it, heads or tails for first dare." "Heads." "You win. You go first." I relished the opportunity and kept Eric in suspense while I pondered the possibilities. Sure, I wanted to get him to pull out his cock, but I figured that I should make a neutral opening and give him the opportunity to make a first move like he did the first time. "Truth or Dare. Have you ever fucked a girl?" "What's the dare?" I knew I had him. It was an unspoken rule of teenaged boys that one could not admit to being a virgin in front of one's friends. "I dare you to go upstairs and give your brother a wedgie." It wasn't original, I'll admit, but it was a damn good one as he had made me do it to my little bro and thus it was just retribution. It was only incidental that I happened to think that Eric's twelve year old skateboard punk brother with the ponytail was kinda cute. Well, maybe a bit more than kinda. "I'll take the dare. Craig's a mouthy little fucker and it'll be a pleasure!" My cock had slowly returned almost to normal while I was concentrating on the game, but as we climbed the stairs I could feel it stirring once again and straining at the tight fabric of my shorts in anxious anticipation. Craig was sitting at the kitchen table eating some left-over pizza and reading some trashy comic book. He was dressed as I had seen him before, baggy and ragged cut-off army fatigues, worn low on the hips, high-top canvas running shoes (covered in graffiti), and an oversized and untucked T-shirt proclaiming some weird slogan about the end of the world. I also noticed that he a half dozen metal studs in his ears, a few colorful weaved 'friendship' bands around his wrist and a silver necklace chain with an Egyptian cross around his neck. Quite a sight for a fucking twelve year old! He was fairly big for his age I guess, as he was just a few inches shorter than me and maybe ten pounds lighter. Eric said a few things to him, but Craig only sneered back at him. I hovered near the door for a good view across the kitchen table as Eric had moved in behind him as if to look in the fridge. Craig was doing his best to ignore his brother, so he didn't realize what was happening until it was too late. Eric had slipped in behind Craig's chair and grabbed the waistband of his boxer shorts and heaved upwards. Craig was caught totally unaware by the action and the look on his face when Eric lifted him off the chair was utterly unbelievable and beyond description. Admittedly, boxer shorts don't work as well as stretchy cotton briefs for a good wedgie, but like all young kids these days, Craig wore clothes three sizes to big for him and his comic-book boxers were no exception. Eric had about eight inches of colorful boxer fabric pulled out the back of Craig's shorts while Craig went nuts and fought like a wild animal. I had ringside seats to a first-class brotherly spat as Craig fought back with surprising strength and managed to escape Eric's first hold. Craig looked like he was trying to really kill Eric, but the two year difference in their age along with Eric 's budding jock build made short work of Craig's show of resistance and soon enough, Craig was pinned face down on the kitchen floor with Eric kneeling on his back. "Okay little brother, now that you've gone and pissed me off, you are REALLY going to get it! I was just playing a little fucking game with my friend and you have to carry on like someone's trying to murder you! I've had enough of your trashy attitude and now you are going to pay for it!" Eric was really getting worked up and I said a few words to calm him down, but as it turned out, what he had in mind wasn't nearly as dangerous as I thought. "Hey Joe, come here and give me a hand. I think we oughta strip down my little brother and toss him outside into the rain to let him cool off." He was serious and after making a feeble protest on Craig's behalf, I eagerly went to work taking Craig's running shoes and smelly socks off. Once they were removed and cast aside, Eric put Craig in a double arm-lock and turned him aside so that I could undo his belt. With that undone, I unzipped his fly and pulled his baggy army fatigue shorts right off him easily. The sight of his cartoon boxer shorts wedged up his butt was fantastic. I paused at that point, but Eric told me to go on. Craig was kicking and thrashing around, but with Eric on top of him and holding him in an arm-lock, there wasn't much he could do. I sat on both his legs and pulled down his boxers to his knees. Craig was screaming that his brother was a fucking faggot, but Eric only laughed and told me to hurry up. It was easy to get his boxers off the rest of the way as I let his legs go and with his kicking and thrashing, the shorts went flying off. Once that was done I knelt down and grabbed Craig's ankles firmly under each arm while Eric stood up. I had to switch Craig's legs over so that we could carry him and Craig got me real good with a kick in the ribs before I had both of his legs firmly locked under each of my arms. Holding him aloft, Eric and I shuffled down the hall to the sliding glass doors at the back of the house. We stopped there and put Craig down so that Eric could remove Craig's T-shirt, but Craig put up such a fight that Eric gave up and put the arm-lock back on him and we lifted him up again. I couldn't help but notice that Craig's cock was beginning to stir as he continued to struggle. He was totally hairless, although sure as hell you could tell by the size of him who his brother was! Eric managed to open the sliding doors with his finger and foot and we marched outside. It was pouring rain and we carried Craig out to the middle of the lawn. There was a small slope going down the back of their property and on the count of three we tossed him down the slope. It wasn't very far or very steep, but with the rain slicked grass, Craig slid down all the way and ended up in some mud at the foot of the garden while Eric and I made a beeline for the house. Once inside, Eric locked the sliding glass doors and then ran off to do the same with the other two doors of the house. I just stood there at the patio doors and watched Craig walk right towards me. He looked hot as hell as his flimsy white cotton T-shirt was now soaked and sticking to his skin and he was otherwise totally naked. After finding the sliding doors locked, Craig knew his brother well enough to figure out that the other doors would be as well. He pleaded with me to let him back inside, and as much as I wanted to, I figured that might piss-off Eric, so I didn't. Instead, I just stood there admiring the sight of Craig's twelve year old naked body. He had a real nice pair of balls (as big as my own) that despite the coolness of the pouring rain, were still hanging down and swinging freely below his now half-hard cock. I attributed his stimulation more to the natural excitement of being caught naked outdoors in daylight, rather than a specifically sexual response. My study of his rain-soaked form was broken when Eric called out to Craig from the front door saying that he was going to let him in. I got a real good look at his naked wet butt as Craig turned on his heels and walked out of my sight. I couldn't d are miss a second of the action and headed for the front hall where I found Eric standing just inside the open door. Sure enough, Craig popped up on the front porch, but Eric had the screen door locked and Craig started swearing at him like crazy. The sight of him standing there, dripping wet and shaking the door handle, was absolutely fantastic. There was a stream of rain-water running off the end of his half-hard cock as if he were pissing. Craig was mad as you wouldn't believe, but he looked cute and sexy as all hell. After about ten seconds a car turned the corner and Craig gave up standing up there on the front porch and headed for the privacy of the backyard. I saw him there, pressed naked against the sliding glass doors while I was still in the hallway and called out to Eric. As I got closer, Craig saw me and stepped away from the glass and I saw that his half-hardon was now almost fully erect. He was yelling and pounding on the glass something bad, but he still looked cute as all hell. It was bad enough that I had taken to molesting my own eleven year old brother, but now I was experiencing *seriously* lustful desires for my best buddy's younger brother! When Eric finally arrived at my side, he smiled at Craig and then pressed his nose against the glass doors to make a stupid face. Craig swore in disgust, but perked up when Eric opened the latch and let the door open an inch. Craig tried to force o pen the door enough to get inside, but he was all wet and slippery and Eric had it braced pretty good. After teasing Craig for another minute or two, Eric finally let the door open all the way and Craig dove inside. He was totally soaked and looked like a drown rat. He shook his wet hair at Eric in a feeble gesture of revenge and then stomped out of the room and into the bathroom where he slammed the door and locked it. I need hardly point out that I had an excellent view of Craig shaking his long wet ponytail around and that wasn't the only 'pony tail' that was swinging around! The sight of Craig sporting a half-hardon was wild enough, but with a full erection, he was quite a sight and I'd say there was no doubt that he was following in the family tradition. He obviously still had some growing to do and was still totally hairless, but he was a real good size, almost the same length as my own standard-issue six inch special, but not quite as thick. Even still, it was big enough to be considered average size on an adult. On a twelve year old, you'd have to say the kid was hung. Like his brother, he was uncut, and the two of them were almost exactly the same shape and proportion. Give that boy another year or so, I said to myself, and he'd have eight inches to match his brother! My lurid thoughts about Craig were interrupted by Eric's offer of some leftover pizza in the kitchen. By the time we had munched down a few slices, Craig appeared, fully dressed in different clothes and toting his ever-present skateboard. "I'm outta here." With that, the went out without another word into the rain. Eric just looked at me with an amused expression on his face and said that his little brother likes to talk a big game, but ultimately, he's just a young suck. With that, we finished our pizza and headed back downstairs. "I do believe it is my turn." Indeed it was, as he had fulfilled the dare I had challenged him with. It was more than I had bargained for, but I wouldn't have missed that scene for all the money in the world, nor could I have fantasized anything nearly so hot. "I'm ready when you are." "Okay then, how about this? Truth or Dare. Did you get sexually excited by watching my little brother run around naked outside?" I couldn't possibly answer that question! "What's the dare?" "I dare you to swallow a load of your own cum." "You can't be serious!" I feigned disgust. "Then answer the question." "What if I double-dare you?" "Either you do or you don't, you can't ask what I'd do if...!" "Okay, I'll double dare ya then!" "Yeah? You think so? Go for it man, the question stands." I felt brave and wanted to push the situation a bit further. "I'll TRIPLE dare you to swallow a load of MY cum!" "Forget it. That's gross." "Okay then, I'll accept the dare as given, with the double dare invoked!" It was a sound position to retreat to and I duly reached for the waistband of my cycling shorts and began peeling them down to my knees. As Eric did the same with his own similar style shorts, I realized that this was the whole object of our game and both of us now knew it. I tried to change it slightly, but Eric clearly was going to be the one to set the pace. Fair enough for me. As long as I got to see him jerking off, I would be more than satisfied. Anything more between us would be pure bonus or only in my dreams. But right then, it was reality and Eric was once again peeling back his foreskin to expose that big mushroom head on his dick. God I wish I had a dick like that! It was fucking beautiful and I wanted to touch it and squeeze it. Eric wasn't quite as shy as he was the first time and proudly displayed his cock for me to admire while he stroked its majestic length. "Fuck man, this feels good. One day I'm gonna have me a hot chick that loves to give endless blowjobs and I'll never spank this monkey again!" I ignored what he was saying and instead starred at him pounding away on his big prick. Eric was leaning back in the corner of the couch while I was sitting about three feet away at the front edge leaning forward and craning my neck to look at him. God I loved the sight of his balls! They were so big and juicy and hung long and loose and bounced around while he jerked off. I actually had to slow myself down as I was so close to coming and I didn't want to go too soon. In a moment of inspiration, I resumed my jerking motions and sent myself over the proverbial edge and felt my orgasm approach. As it did, I let myself go completely, and allowed myself to fall right off the couch and lay down onto the floor and prepared an intense effort to hold back my onrushing orgasm. Sure enough, as I had hoped with my unexpected roll onto the floor, Eric stood up to look at me and see if I was okay. Seeing me still pounding on my prick and so obviously close to orgasm as I lay prone beneath him, Eric sat back down and resumed jerking himself off, only this time he sat at the edge of the couch rather than sitting back. I was going insane laying beneath him, jerking myself off and holding my breath until almost turning blue in an effort to hold back my orgasm, but with his cock only a foot or so above me, I was assured of getting splattered and I *had* to wait for it. To my great relief and fantastic pleasure, Mount Eric erupted with his usual bountiful flow of hot lava and although Eric caught some of it in his hand, there was more than enough to get through and about two seconds after the first gob of his cum landed on my chest, my own pent-up orgasm exploded with a force and intensity I had hitherto not thought possible. With every tiny drop of Eric's flying cum that managed to land on my body, I felt a spasm go through me from that point outwards and another shot of cum would spurt out my twitching cock. When the cum finally stopped flying around, I looked up to see Eric looking down at me and holding his hand out. He showed me a big gob of cum that he had caught spewing out from his cock and although I hadn't thought to catch any as I shot it, I had more than enough pooled and dripping on my stomach so I scooped some of that up. "That looks fucking gross." "Yeah, well, its only cum. Are you ready for the dare?" "Yeah, I'm ready. You gotta lick your hand *totally* clean." With that, we both went to work. After the first taste, it wasn't so bad, but thirty seconds later it had a really mean aftertaste and both of us were diving for our 7-Up cans to wash down the taste. We both agreed that our own cum tasted super-salty and sour at the same time. I had never tasted my own cum before and it really surprised me. As our dicks slowly shriveled back to normal proportions, we got up to clean ourselves off. It was absolutely fantastic and I regretted having to wipe up Eric's cum from off my chest and shoulder. Only a bit of his cum had actually landed on me, but I wanted to leave it there to dry and harden. Once we were cleaned up, we went back to playing pool and sure enough, with the sexual tension relieved, I did much better and won back the three dollars he won off me earlier in the afternoon. It always amazed me the way one minute the two of us could be beating on our cocks together and then ten minutes later, we'd be cleaned up and dressed again, without saying a word about it. I wanted to tell him how much I enjoyed it all. I wanted to tell him how much I wanted him to shoot his cum all over my body. I wanted to tell him I loved him. But I was too much of a chicken-shit closet-case and I kept my mouth shut because I knew that it was the way that Eric wanted it. * * * "Joe & Eric" - Chapter Four - "Strip Billiards" by Mikey Mark * * * Over the next few weeks after that rainy afternoon at Eric's house, I managed to jerk off with Eric only one more time, but I must have dropped like fifty hints in the process. Eric seemed oblivious to my 'hints' and set his own pace. When Eric felt like jerking off with me, he would let me know. Otherwise, we were just two relatively normal fourteen year old buddies hangin' around together, going to movies, cycling and playing pool. Through the cycling club, Eric and I met a boy named Paul. He was a year younger than either of us, being only thirteen, but he was a natural born comedian. You could never tell what he was going to say next, or when he said something you didn't know if it was a 'real' story or a set-up for a punch-line. Sarcasm? That was his middle name! I really liked Paul as he was seriously blond haired and very cute. I've always loved blond hair and Paul's was really, really light in color, almost pure white. When you add blue-grey eyes and dimples, you'll know what I'm talking about when I say Paul was a seriously cute young guy. In his cycling gear he looked absolutely stunning. His parents were apparently quite wealthy and thus Paul always wore really expensive and stylish clothes. The sight of his cute little butt in a pair of lycra cycling shorts was fantastic and made a superb contrast (and alternate starring point) to Eric's equally fantastic frontal bulge. Mind you, in a pair of cycling shorts, Eric's muscular bubble butt was also a pretty hot sight as well. The fact that I was attracted to Paul, didn't really surprise me. I had been attracted to a whole string of attractive young guys of which Eric and Paul were merely the latest. What surprised me most though, was that Eric also seemed to like him. To put it bluntly, the 'Crazy Dutchman' as we both called Paul (his family was Dutch), wasn't the most masculine of young men. He paid a lot of attention to how he looked and *had* to fix his hair at every opportunity. With the addition of Paul's slightly feminine (i.e. lispy) voice, prettyboy good looks, excessively polished manners and dislike of most sports (other than cycling), it was a fair and reasonable assumption to question the 'firmness of his wrists'. In this respect, I suppose I am lucky, as although I knew I liked sex with boys, I didn't feel like, nor look like, nor act like a fag. Paul did. At our last cycling meet, I suggested to Paul that he might like to come over to my house sometime to play some billiards or something. I just about lost it when he repeated my "or something", in a voice dripping with sexual innuendo. When Eric found out about our plans, he invited himself along, which as I said before surprised me, but because Eric was Eric, I didn't mind at all. It was a nice warm sunny day, getting on late in the summer. With my parents out of the house for the day it was a perfect opportunity to host my two friends. Eric arrived first and was dressed as he usually was, stylish and slovenly. His 'shorts' were a pair of loose old jeans that had been hacked off at the knees, held up by a thick black leather belt, high enough to hang from his hips that is, but low enough to expose the top waistband of his Calvin Klein underwear if he bent over or raised his shirt up at all. His oversized white T-shirt displayed a 'euro-cool' logo in black & white and he had a black baseball cap on as well. The look was awesome and sexy as hell. But then again, Eric was awesome and sexy as hell, so I guess it didn't really matter what he wore. Paul arrived shortly afterwards and he was also stunning to look at. As always, his platinum blond hair was styled perfectly in place, and he wore a pair of tan walking shorts with a red, grey, white & blue rugby style shirt and a pair of brown leather deck-shoes. For accent, he had a white coral necklace around his neck that had the effect of showing off what little tan he had managed despite his fair hair and almost pale skin. He looked great, casual and stylishly cool as always with a pair of Serengetti sunglasses to finish off his look. He took off his shades and flashed me his dimpled smile as he came inside and said hello to Eric. We hung around and yakked for a while and then headed downstairs to play some pool. Paul said he wasn't very good at it and Eric lied by suggesting that he wasn't either. As if to prove it, Eric played really badly the first game and I won it easily. We were playing regular billiards for points, as this was the easiest to play with three people, although it is considered the most difficult of the various games you can play on a billiard table. Although the skill level of play on display was rather low, the laughter index was running close to red-line as Paul had a 'one-liner' ready for every shot he missed. After the game was finished, Paul suggested we do 'something else', but didn't suggest anything specific. We hummed and hawed for a while before Eric suggested that perhaps we should play another game of billiards, but this time we should add something to 'liven it up'. Both Paul and I perked up at this suggestion and agreed immediately when Eric followed it up by suggesting that whoever loses the game would have to strip off all their clothes. I figured that it was an excellent way for Paul to get naked. No doubt about it, both Eric and I could beat him at billiards, even spotting him 30 or 40 points in the process. But Eric was playing badly on purpose and managed to lose yet again. It was quite a pressure cooker during the last few minutes of the game as both Eric and Paul were in the negatives while I cruised easily to yet another victory. Eric's final 'scratch' on the black-ball looked a bit too staged, but Paul practically jumped threw the roof as it put Eric two points below his own formerly last-place score. Sure enough, Eric followed through by acting very pissed at himself for playing so badly and then 'reluctantly' stripped down in front of us. Despite the fact that I had already seen Eric naked before and even jerked off with him, I couldn't get enough of him and the sight of him stripping off his clothes was fantastic for me to watch. Paul on the other hand, had obviously never seen a cock and a pair of balls quite as big as Eric had and made a few comments to that effect. One look at Paul's face with Eric standing there totally naked was enough for me to confirm any suspicions I might have had about the 'firmness' of Paul's wrists. No doubt about it, Paul was practically *drooling* on the floor. None of us were actually doing anything really, just standing there when Eric suggested that we should play yet another game for the same stakes. I immediately asked Eric what would happen if he lost again as he was already naked, to which he replied that he would jerk off *both* of the winners if he lost again. I went along with the suggestion, as it was really unlikely that would lose anyway. Paul took a moment to decide, but did agree. Foolish boy. He was being 'suckered' by Eric and I knew it, but I don't think Paul realized it, or if he did, he didn't let on that he did and was therefore as good an actor as Eric was trying to be! Either way, playing that next game was something else as it was with Eric stark naked and standing around as if he wasn't. It was hard as hell trying to concentrate on the game or trying to line up a shot when Eric was standing directly behind the ball I was aiming for and thus my eyes would drift over to that fat piece of (semi-hard) meat hanging between his legs. My own cock was rock hard from the sight of that dick swinging around when he walked. I just about creamed in my underwear when Eric stood in front of me to make a shot and bent right over so that I could see his impossibly large balls dangling down under his beautiful butt and between his out-stretched legs only three feet in front of me! Eric was continuing to play poorly and thus he and Paul were always in a suspenseful struggle, jostling 2nd & 3rd place. Even with Eric's big cock swinging around and the resulting reduction in my score, I was still an easy 20 points above the pair of them. Somehow, towards the end of the game, Eric had managed to stay rather consistently in 3rd place, enough so that Paul actually made some amusing comment about getting jerked off, so sure was he that Eric was going to lose yet again. Eric however, had other plans. In the very last round, he pulled off a beautiful (seven point) shot to sneak back one point above Paul's score. I sealed the order of finishing by sinking the remaining two balls and that was that. Paul was actually dumbfounded at the sudden turn of events while Eric did a victory/war-dance. And as if Eric hadn't pulled off a hundred similar such shots in my presence before without so much as a comment. Even still though, I wish I had a video cam for a shot of him doing it naked! When Eric finally settled down, he turned to Paul and told him that it was his turn to strip down as he was the loser this time. Paul had become shy and reluctant all of a sudden, but he did it anyway. He didn't even say a word while he was doing it either which was something. It didn't matter though because both Eric and I were too busy watching him strip. I could see that he had no hair under his arms when he pulled his striped rugby-style sweatshirt off over his head. His boyish torso was smooth, lean and very lightly tanned which contrasted nicely with Paul's blushing face and the bright white coral necklace. He kicked off his leather deck shoes as he wasn't wearing any socks and then went for his shorts. The stylishly baggy tan walking shorts dropped easily to his feet revealing a pair of navy blue briefs that showed a distinct tenting effect. He hesitated for a moment before he stripped of his last piece of clothing and while he did I debated with myself whether or not he would have any pubic hair. Paul was shorter than Eric and I by at least four or five inches in height and still looked rather boyish, although he was certainly bigger and taller than my eleven year old brother, he was smaller and appeared to be less developed than Eric's twelve year old brother, Craig. But then again, Craig, like Eric, was a bit over-developed anyway, so that didn't really mean much. Sure enough, once stripped of its tent covering, Paul's tentpole stood out for all to see. It was a nice tentpole, about five inches or so. It looked to me to be a proportionately average sized cock for him at his age as it was too big for a boy's cock and yet still a bit smallish for a man's cock, which seemed to describe Paul perfectly. At first I thought he was still totally hairless, but after a couple of minutes of 'discreet' study, I could make out that Paul was indeed sprouting a tiny patch of pubic hairs, but they were so light in color that it was hard to see them in the poor light of the basement billiards room. Eric broke our silent study by announcing that we had to now play another game as I still hadn't lost yet and we needed a 'tie-breaker' for the two losers. Both Paul and I looked at each other when Eric said this, neither of us expecting it. As if to encourage us, Eric explained that whoever lost twice had to jerk off the other two guys. Paul and I had already worked that out and that was what had shocked us. Sure Eric had already risked that once, but it wasn't much of a risk under the circumstances. This was a new twist for Paul and a very real possibility as he could lose again. I was just plain shocked at how forward Eric was being. After all of my hints and how hard I worked just for the chance of seeing his big beautiful prick, let alone fantasizing about the possibility of touching it, and there he was practically inventing a new game of strip-billiards for the sole purpose of getting Paul to jerk him off. There wasn't much doubt that I would agree to play again and I toyed with the idea of throwing my game along with Eric! Paul eventually and reluctantly agreed to play another game as well and it was then that I suspected that maybe he really was just acting and that he probably was as excited by what was going on as I was. He sure as hell had a wicked hardon for proof. It was really bizarre trying to shoot billiards when you are in you own basement and fully dressed while the two buddies you are playing with are stark naked! I was beginning to get used to seeing Eric walking around naked while he surveyed his next shot, but with Paul's super cute boyish butt bouncing around I didn't stand a chance. I wasn't trying to throw my game, it just naturally deteriorated. Even still, it was enough to make it interesting for all of us as Eric once again toyed with 3rd place long enough to get Paul excited again. He really should have learned the first time, but then again, Paul probably wanted to jerk Eric's big dick almost as badly as I wanted to and was just acting like he was 'straight' and therefore reluctant. It came down to the end and all three of us were fairly close, although I had a slim lead and Eric was in last place still. That was when Eric went on a 38 point roll in one turn. Paul's eye's just about fell out of his head and his jaw dropped a bit lower with each successive sinking. Eric had to straddle the corner of the table for one of these shots and when he leaned over to reach the difficult shot his dick and balls hung down into the corner pocket. A picture of this is frozen forever in my mind! The last few balls went down quickly enough after that and the game ended with Eric away in front and Paul in last place, ten points behind me. Paul continued with his acting and moaned and groaned at his poor fate and accused Eric of cheating and being a poolshark. Eric just laughed and told Paul that he was ready for his hand-job. Paul looked at me with a strange inquisitive look on his face and I didn't know what to say so I said that I was ready too. This seemed to crack up Paul and he was smiling when he got on his knees in front of Eric and grabbed hold of his big prick right there and started to jerk him off. The look on Eric's face was great while Paul expertly worked him to full hardness in no time using both hands. Once he had it fully hard, Paul used one hand to grip the base firmly and then proceeded to put the mushroom shaped head of it into his mouth while using the other hand to jerk the long thick shaft. Eric was prepared for a good hand-job. Lord knows he had given himself many of them before. But I don't think he was quite ready for a blowjob. Paul hadn't said a word and had effortlessly transformed the obligatory hand-job into an expert blowjob and it was literally blowing Eric away. His eyes were rolling around and he was making wild faces at me while I just watched, my mouth agape. Paul never managed more than about half of Eric's cock in his mouth, but along with the stroking rhythm with both his small hands on the shaft was enough to put Eric over the edge and Paul surprised the hell out of both of us by swallowing it all down just as fast as Eric could shoot it. And believe me, that Mount Eric would erupt like a fucking volcano when he came and couldn't imagine being able to swallow all that cum. Sure enough, when he was finished, Paul wiped his face just like he had finished drinking a glass of milk. Unbelievable! Then it was my turn. Paul just looked at me from where he was kneeling in front of Eric. I didn't need any more encouragement than that and I slipped my own shorts down to my knees and followed them with my undies and stood there with six hard and thick inches practically dripping on the carpet. I felt a bit ashamed of my meagre offering as it was considerable smaller than Eric's great feast, but it was enough to light up Paul's dimpled smile and that made me feel proud. We were leaning against the pool table so Paul didn't have to move very far to get at my cock. He started off with me exactly like he did with Eric by just slowly jerking me for a minute or so before I felt his hot wet mouth sink down over me. It felt so incredible I didn't think I was going to last more than a few seconds. I soon learned one great advantage of having a smaller dick than Eric and that was the fact that Paul could swallow down *all* of my cock until his nose was pressed firmly into my pubic hair at the base of my cock. In addition, because he didn't have to supplement his blowjob with a two-handed jerk action on my cock, he had both hands free to explore my lower regions. One hand fondled my balls which felt fantastic in combination with the blowjob, the other teased around dangerously close to my butthole. It was one finger on this second hand that did it. I didn't realize it at the time, but looking back now I'd have to say that this was a very significant digit. It probed my puckered hole and when it slipped inside, I slipped over the edge and shot the biggest load of my life down Paul's apparently eager throat. The feel of him swallowing and contracting upon my cockhead seemed to squeeze every last drop of cum out of me and when I finally opened my eyes, Paul was sitting back on the floor in front of me jerking himself off. Paul was obviously seriously turned on by sucking both of us off because he was jerking himself wildly, with his left hand locked around the base and the right one flying up and down, using his own spit for lubrication. I could even see that he was reaching down towards his own butthole with the baby finger of his left hand. Eric seemed to have been re-aroused by either watching me get blown or from watching Paul jerk himself and was now standing beside me jerking himself slowly. It took all of about a minute for Paul to squirt all over his own chest and stomach. Eric and I both cheered when he did and that made us all break out laughing. With the sexual energy level thus reduced, we were able to clean up and get back into our clothes with only a few gooses and lewd jokes, as if we were in a locker-room after gym class rather than after a good hot jerk & suck session! Afterwards, being the age that we were, we headed upstairs to raid the kitchen. As it was, the reason that we were all so hungry was that it was dinner time. Eric and Paul both flipped out and said they were going to be late for dinner at home and flew out the door. It was then that I noticed my little brother Timmy in the TV room playing his Nintendo (as usual). I had forgotten all about him. He had gone out to a friend's house at lunch time just before Eric and Paul had arrived, but I had no idea when he had gotten back. When I asked him about it, he just howled with laughter and told me that he got home just about the time that my friend with the blond hair sucked off my friend with the red hair. I was stunned - and probably in serious trouble as well!