Date: Sat, 22 Jan 2011 21:53:15 -0800 (PST)
From: ewk1970@sbcglobal.net
Subject: Learning My Voaction 4

The following story is pure fiction. If portrayals of man or teen sex
offend you then please direct your attention elsewhere. If, however, this
turns you on then by all means whip out your cocks and stroke one off for
me. If you'd like to make a comment or suggestion then feel free to drop me
a line at ewk1970@sbcglobal.net.

Three hours after leaving that fateful soccer game, my brother Jeff and I
headed over to Warren's house and then began one of the hottest and
horniest nights of my young life.

Considering that I had just been introduced to the incredible joys of sex
less than a week before this may not sound like a great achievement, but in
the time since I have rarely had such an intense encounter.  Up until this
point I was not even sure of my sexuality. My sex education, up until that
point, had consisted of three sweaty and furtive encounters between stalls
in two different public restrooms.

Sucking my first cock through a glory hole had been perfectly exciting. I
loved all that smooth and hard flesh pistoning in and out of my moist
mouth, the feel and the taste of my tongue running up and down a throbbing,
meaty shaft, and the warm explosion of sweet cum coating the inside of my
mouth and dripping down my throat. My second and third blowjobs were
performed on a father and son. The son helped me finish off his dad! When I
finally met my first man face to face, my pastor-no less, it was equally
good. One of the best orgasms I had had up until then was rubbing my hard
cock up against the right honorable minister. Clearly I was into man sex
and not in a small way.

And now I was given the opportunity to not only to spend the night with the
father/son team-up, but to hopefully bring my older brother, Jeff, along
for the ride. It was decision time. Even at the ripe old age of 12 I knew
that whatever I decided next was something I would have to follow through
with all of the way. There would be no half measures, flinching, or
regrets. I knew that if I went through with this planned sleepover then I
must be prepared to go farther with this sex stuff than I ever had
before. I must admit that I hesitated for a moment, but then I thought of
the combinations and positions and all of the stuff that I had heard about,
but hadn't tried...well, I started to chub up and that decided it for me.

The beginning of the evening was surreal. The Ellis' lived in a large,
gorgeous home in one of the city's outlying suburbs. My father took us to
their home and, after a few polite words with Mr. and Mrs. Ellis, he
departed for home. Warren greeted us warmly and treated us as if we had
been friends for years. He gave us the grand tour of the house and we were
both impressed with a series of beautifully decorated rooms. The house was
filled with stuff: big screen televisions, video games, DVD's, pool tables,
pinball machines, and an in-ground pool with an attached hot tub. It was a
teenage boy's dream palace.

Jeff and I gawked as we made our way from room to room. Jeff wandered ahead
through house and Warren unexpectedly pushed me into a small adjoining
room. He took the back of my head and pressed his lips up against mine,
forcing his tongue through my startled lips. His nimble hands drug my shirt
out of my pants and snaked up my fuzzy stomach and chest. His hand moved
immediately downward, his mouth still glued to mine, and he went down my
pants. His hand wrapped around my now hard dick and he began kneading the
silky skin.

I broke away from his kiss and gasped, "Uh...geez...yeah, that's good..."

Warren gave me a cocky smile and said, "I know it is. Listen, I don't want
to start anything we can't finish here, but this afternoon really opened my
eyes to a lot of things. Seeing you on your knees besides that toilet
taking care of my dad, well, it started something up in me. Sharing his
cock and then taking on yours...man, it was better than anything sexual I
had ever fantasized about. It was better than getting to second base with
Darcy. It was so good. I've got to have more..."

Warren stopped for a moment and then kissed me again, hard and deep. He
broke away with a gasp when we heard Jeff looking for us.

"I just need to know...are you interested. If you are then just go with the
flow tonight, alright?"

I nodded my head "yes' and he let go of me. He motioned for me to be quiet
and, when Jeff approached the door we were behind, we both jumped out and
scared the piss out of him. Warren and I laughed and ran away from Jeff. He
started chasing us down the hall. This was a good way for us to lose our
boners!

The rest of the early evening was something straight out of a TV
sitcom. Warren and his folks were like some snapshot of a perfect America
family. We all sat around the table and had a nice dinner, followed by a
movie, and a game of pool. This was all done together and it really was a
lot of fun. Warren continued to play grab ass when he thought no one was
looking, but I knew that his dad caught us a couple of times by the glint
in his eye.

Family time ended around 10pm. Mrs. Ellis decided it was past her bedtime
and retired upstairs. Warren asked Jeff if he wanted to play some video
games and he eagerly agreed. Mr. Ellis asked if I would like to help him do
the pool maintenance. I was more than happy "to go with the flow" and
follow Mr. Ellis out into the backyard.

Once we outside, Mr. Ellis turned to me and smiled broadly. He asked if I'd
like to sit down and talk for a minute. I took the offered deck chair and,
smiling back, asked him what he wanted to talk about.

"I think you know what's on my mind, little man," he leered.

I know it sound stupid, but I got a little shy at that point. Less than
twelve hours ago he was shooting his load all over his son and I's face and
I still felt a weird having this conversation. I had half a thought about
backing out, but then I remembered the taste of that spooge and I steeled
myself. I had to go through with this...I had to have this man again.

"Yeah, I know what you're thinking," I said, boldly, "You're thinking that
you liked feeding me your junk earlier and want another shot at it."

"Wow, you read my mind, kid. I'm impressed," he said, "Yeah I took a test
drive with that pretty mouth and I do believe I'd like another ride."

I leaned forward, impatient for the climax to this scene, "Well, I want
your cock again too. Why don't you whip it out and give us both what we
want?"

Mr. Ellis laughed at my boldness.

"Bold as brass, ain't ya, kid?" he sat back and looked at me thoughtfully,
"I just don't want to end up in jail if you decide you have buyer's remorse
tomorrow. You understand what I'm saying? I want you to tell me you
understand what we're doing and it is going to stay between as well as
anyone else that we decide to let in on this little arrangement. I've had
plenty of bathroom blowjobs in my life, but none of them were as hot as
having you and me twist-o son working my knob at once. I'll admit that I'm
a pervert and fucking loved it, but enough to lose everything I have."

I thought about what he said for a minute. Then I looked up into his eyes
and said, "I think I get what you're saying Mr. Ellis. All I have to say is
that you weren't the first dick I sucked through a hole. I like doing it a
lot. I won't tell anyone if you share yours with me."

Mr. Ellis smiled, "I think we have an understanding, kid. By the way, any
cocksucker as good as you can call me 'Frank'."

At that, Frank leaned back and put his hands behind his head. I looked at
him questioningly and he just smiled broader and nodded his head. I dropped
to my knees in a blur of motion and my hands immediately went to his
belt. I struggled a bit to get it open and there was a bit of a problem
pulling his shorts and underwear down and off his legs, but it was worth
the effort when his short and fat pecker stood exposed to the night air.

I sat back on my haunches so I could take a minute to admire my prize. It
was till only half erect, but at this rate it wouldn't last long. I leaned
forward and took it's softness into my mouth. I hadn't really had a chance
to have a flaccid penis in my mouth yet and I wanted to see what it would
feel like.

It was great, like rolling a piece of candy around my mouth. His pubic hair
felt sandy against my face and he smelled clean and manly. His cock started
to lengthen a bit and then fatten up until it filled my young mouth. My
lips stretched around the bloated shaft and I felt the satisfying fullness
of my mouth. My tongue was plastered along the side of his cock and my
mouth was already filling with saliva. I slowly pulled off Frank's dong,
leaving behind a slick sheath of spit.

I glanced up at him while his wet cock hovered in the air in front of my
mouth and he gazed back at me with a stunned and hungry look on his
face. He circled the base of his cock with his thumb and fore finger and
started rubbing the head of it lightly against my lips. I instinctively
licked my lips with his second pass and he moved his hard cock away from
lips and over my chin and cheeks. I mentioned before that I had already
started producing quite a bit of body hair and, even at 12; I had already
started to get peach fuzz on my chin. I had never heard a man moan like
Frank did when rubbed his sensitive cockhead over those sparse hairs.

"Oh geez, kid, you know what I'm enjoying most about this?"

"No, Mr. El...er, Frank, what's that?"

He started rubbing his cock around my eyes and my forehead and said, in a
breathy whisper, "What I'm enjoying the most is that you have no fucking
idea how hot all of this is. You are on your knees in front of a grown man
that you barely know and are clearly enjoying the fuck out of my dripping
cock. Looking down at you, watching you swoon while my dick is see- sawing
between your lips...it is so much better than getting it through a
hole. I'm not going to be able to hold too long, but I wouldn't worry. I
can cum a couple of times a night and someone is going to take all of those
loads, probably you or my son. Now start sucking on my balls."

That was all I wanted to hear. I was back down on his crotch in a flash. I
approached his balls carefully as I hadn't really ever had my hands on them
properly before now. They were hairy and about the size of small plums or
large strawberries. I tentatively reached out with my tongue and licked his
right ball experimentally. The hairs felt good on my tongue, soft and
tawny. I started running my tongue back and forth over his hanging ball sac
while Frank slowly jacked himself off and watched me. His left hand came
down on the back of my head, not to push down, but to stroke softly. He
breathed a deep sigh and relaxed into my tongue treatment.

I started to get more excited the more I licked at his nuts. I grew bold
and carefully sucked one of his balls into my mouth. Trying not to squeeze
too hard, I started a gentle sucking motion. It felt very strange and I got
a thrill out of how careful I had to be. I was so horned up by the
sensations, but I had to hold it all back so as not to hurt him while I
held his most vulnerable parts in my mouth. There was a rush of power that
made my cock turn to rock in my pants as well as a feeling of quiet
serenity. I went back and forth between his nuts for a while and they were
soon glistening with my spit.

Frank sighed contentedly and leaned back, thrusting his legs out further
and wider, spreading them open and offering more of his crotch to me. I
took a moment and admired his stout and hairy legs. He had big thighs, but
rock hard calf muscles and I luxuriated in their warmth. I ran my hands
over his calves and then up and over his knees, gliding upwards until
stopped at his inner thighs. I moved forward and licked at his balls some
more and used my tongue to spread spit around them. His cock towered over
me, fat and pulsing, it seemed alive, angry, and impatient. I quickly
popped up and swallowed him down to the root, moving his hand away as I did
so. He gasped, hunched forward a bit, and then eased back down, burying his
cock to the root in my snapping throat.

I stayed like that for a minute or so and enjoyed a moment of sublime
reflection. I couldn't breathe, but I wasn't gasping for breath yet. I felt
full and good and when I looked up and caught Frank's lust veiled eyes I
knew that I would never be able to get enough dick. I wished that moment
would never end.

I then pulled off, a little quickly at first, but finishing up with a slow
stroke. I had thought of something I had seen on the internet while looking
up glory hole information and I wanted to try it before I lost my
nerve. The first time I had witnessed this act I had been simultaneously
horrified and strangely aroused.  I moved back down, past his balls, and
took a close look at his taint.

The skin was slightly darker then the surrounding flesh and it was only
less hairy than his bush. I moved closer and took an experimental whiff. It
didn't smell like anything but my own spit which was slowly dripping down
from his balls. It spammed slightly as I grew closer and I think that was
the moment that Frank realized what I was about to do. Before I could
change my mind I plunged forward and jammed my tongue hard against his most
sensitive of spots. The effect was as dramatic as it was immediate.

"Unnnnnngh! Oh my God, kid, don't stop...shit!"

Hearing his cry of excitement drove my own horniness into overdrive. I
began noisily slurping at his taint, pressing my face roughly up against
him. Spit drooled out of my mouth and coated my face and the space beneath
his balls. Frank was almost frantically rubbing himself up and down over my
face, his balls alternately resting or bouncing against the top of my
head. The whole time Frank was making increasingly incomprehensible moans
of approval.

His backside began to slide forward in the chair and this gave better
access to the area. I was lapping away at him like a dog when he lost his
balance and really slid forward and I suddenly found myself up close and
personal with his asshole. Considering this is where I was heading anyways,
I figured his loss of balance was a stroke of luck to me.

I stared at his asshole. It was, like his taint, spasming gently and was
also covered in saliva. I reached up with my hands and, placing my thumbs
on either side of his hole, pried him opened. There was no bad smell coming
from exposed ass, indeed it was really no different than his cock, with the
possible exception of a slight, almost indeterminate suggestion of sweat. I
froze, momentarily hypnotized into inaction by the intimacy of the moment.

"Go ahead, Peter, "Frank wheezed, "Keep going, bud, you know what to do."

I exhaled through my nose and then took a deep breath. I slowly moved
forward and swiped at the pulsating opening with my tongue. Not finding the
taste objectionable, I moved back in with renewed gusto and began a
vigorous attack on his orifice. Frank's back arched and shoved his backside
roughly against my hungry mouth. He rubbed against me as if he meant to
shove my whole head in his ass. It was scary and exciting how out of
control he seemed in that moment. No, not "out of control", but "in my
control". This was something I had no time to dwell on now. Perhaps I would
take it out and examine it later.

Frank's hole was warm and wet. I was enjoying the rich, velvety feel of his
ass lips and crack. It was a meaty feeling, but not in an unpleasant
way. It was also good knowing how great it was for him. I stuck my tongue
as deep as I could up his hole. I wiggled it around and moved in wide
circles all over it. I even bit down on it once I had gotten horny enough.

All through this Frank was carefully jacking himself off as if one more
fast stroke and it would all be over.  He was trembling and his loud moans
had become low and quivering. I got a stab of anxiousness and I realized
that I didn't want him going off anywhere else besides my mouth. With a
final deep and penetrating kiss to his ass, I moved quickly back up his
taint, over his balls, and back to the head of his cock. I painted the way
with my tongue, tasting and caressing his hardness.  When I reached the top
of his shaft, I enveloped the head in my mouth and started sucking
gently. Once again I looked up into his eyes and he looked back. The look
in his eyes was one of contentment and horniness mixed in equal
portions. He calmly cradled my head in his hands and started slowly moving
his cock deeper into my mouth.

"Do you want my cum now, Peter?" he asked and he had a clear look in his
eyes.

I nodded my head and allowed his dick to slide further in until I was once
again buried in his bush. As soon as he bottomed out he pulled my head up
until just the head was trapped between my lips. He repeated the movement
and grew slightly rougher with each down stroke. His eyes were closed
tightly now and I could feel the stress building up in his muscles. He was
getting close to the point of no return.  Only three cocks in my life and I
can already tell by a man's hardness and hotness when he is going to shoot
a load. It was amazing.

"I'm almost there, Peter. Oh God, I am going to cum in your mouth and you
are going to eat every bit of it. I hope you left some room for dessert,
man, because this is going to be one big shot of spooge. You are such a
good boy. Oh man, here it comes..."

I was holding my head perfectly still and leaving my mouth a toothless hole
for him to use for his pleasure. My eyes were now closed as well and I just
once again relaxed into the moment. I was eagerly waiting for first taste
of cum for the evening when we were both suddenly jolted out of our
orgasmic reverie by voice coming from the house.

"Hey, dad, do you know where Pete got off to...."

It was Warren stepping out onto the deck with Jeff right behind him! Warren
and Jeff seemed equally shocked to find me on my knees with Frank balls
deep in my throat. Frank looked as if he were about to say something, but
screwed up his eyes and his whole body clenched. He spasmed and as I sat
there with a stunned look on my face, his pecker popped out of my mouth
unexpectedly and started to fire off long blasts of semen. His cum flew
everywhere and quickly coated my mouth and chin with five long streaks. My
brother standing there gaping at me was distracting, but I had been working
this pump for over half an hour and I wasn't going to completely miss my
reward.

I grabbed his now oozing cock and shoved it back into my mouth. My tongue
worked rapidly, moving caduceus over the head of his leaking organ. His cum
was so damn salty and sweet that I felt like I was getting drunk off the
dregs of it. Frank's breathing went back to normal and his cock started
softening in my mouth so I pulled off of it reluctantly.

Warren had gotten past the shock of the moment and was now grinning
wolfishly down at me. Jeff just stood there, blank faced and
staring. Warren was the first to speak.

"Well, alriiiiiiiight! Nice shot, pops! You creamed him good."

Warren stepped forward and kneeled down next to me.

"I'm sure you won't mind if I take a taste, considering you're covered in
my dad's sperm."  Warren then started licking his dad's now watery cum off
my cheeks and chin. He moved over to my lips, gathered the cum off of them,
and then shoved the whole mess into my mouth. He moaned as he frenched me
with his cummy mouth. He reached down between my legs and started feeling
my up through my pants.

"Man, you taste as good as you did this afternoon," Warren moaned.

I slowly raised my head to take another look at Jeff. I wasn't sure what I
expected to find. Maybe there would be disgust or fear or even hate. The
moment seemed to stretch out forever. When I finally glanced up at him with
Warren kissing my neck and working his way lower while his father sat in
front of us naked and playing with his wet cock the first thing I noticed
was the hand he had cupping the front of his obviously tented out jeans. I
then looked into his eyes and he was smiling back with a horny grin and he
said to me,

"I don't what is going on here, but I know I want some of what Mr. Ellis
got. Any takers?"

To Be Continued...