Date: Sun, 30 Jun 2002 12:57:57 +0000 From: To Shy To Say Subject: Jerry, Art and Me Disclaimer: This document contains Adult Material. If it is illegal where you live to view adult material, leave now! If you find Adult material offensive, you may also leave now. If you have not left, then it is assumed you are either not illegal and/or not offended. So sit back and hopefully enjoy. For better understanding, please read "Pete and his Dad" first, under Nifty/Gay/Incest. Copyright by Jake McKenzie, 2002, permission given to Nifty Archives to reprint this story. Feedback is needed to keep this story going! Please send mail to: to_shy_to_say@hotmail.com, flames ignored. Jerry, Art and Me It was around midnight on a Saturday night and I was on ICQ. One of Pete's friend's, Jerry, was online. He messaged me something rather unintelligible. I asked him what was up. He said they were having a party at his place, getting drunk and all that. I told him to have fun and got ready to log off. Then he asked me to come over and join them. I thought that was weird as he usually tried not to hang around me. He knew I was gay and most of the time he didn't want anything to do with me, let alone invite me to his place while he was drunk. Who was I to pass up an invitation? I drove into the city and found the place without much of a problem. I walked in to find only four people: Jerry and his brother Adam, who were twins, and their friends Mike and Art. Art is Pete's cousin. Mike and Art were in the living room, looking slightly worse for wear as Jerry rummaged around the kitchen for more alcohol. As soon Adam saw me come in he made a beeline for his bedroom. He had always hated me, damn homophobe. Like I was going to jump him and get it on with him. Well, now that I think about it... Obviously the party had hit wind-down mode in the 30 minutes it had taken me to get there, but I didn't mind. I wasn't in the mood for loud music and the crap they listened didn't float my boat either, a lot of heavy metal stuff. It was Adam that mainly picked up that shit. Jerry liked more mainstream music, which I was cool with. The place wasn't very messy either, a few empty bags of chips and a few empty bottles littered the floor, but other than that, it was pretty neat. The four of us sat on the couch talking about music and girls and everything else we could think of. There wasn't anything much on television at that hour so we decided to call it a night. I wasn't the least bit tired since I had got up at 3PM, but, again, who was I to decline? Mike had managed to neatly pass out along one half of the sectional. He was cute, but he was WAY over the line with how drunk he was. That's not my style. Jerry and Art were buzzed, but they weren't tanked. I could tell they were at that point where they would be open to ideas, but not too drunk to not know what they were doing. Art, Jerry and I went down into the basement. I guess it was more a bottom floor than a basement, as it was fully furnished. The main room had a big screen TV and 2 couches at right angles to each other. One folded out so the three of us could sleep side-by-side-by-side. It was already folded out, so I got the idea that they may have been partying Friday night too and hadn't even bothered folding it back up. Jerry and Art just flopped down on the folded out couch, leaving me with the other couch, which was the same height as the fold out. It was just like being on one big ass bed. Jerry with his punk-like looking dirty blond hair had nothing on but a plain white t-shirt and his thin cotton plaid boxer shorts. I failed to notice when he took his pants off. He might have done it when he went to the washroom before we came downstairs, or when we has looking for booze earlier. Art still had all his clothes on, which I liked, because I knew he would have to take them off sooner or later. He was a real fashion type of guy and I knew he wouldn't sleep in what he had on and get it wrinkled for tomorrow. Art, who was on the far side of Jerry from me, had flipped on the big screen and was flipping through the channels, while Jerry had laid down and drifted off pretty fucking quick. I opted to take my clothes off and began to take my hooded sweatshirt off. When Art noticed me doing this he commented on it being a good idea and he began to undress as well. After I tossed my sweatshirt aside I just sat there and watched Art get undressed. He stood up and peeled his skateboard shirt over his head. He then unbuckled and removed his belt. Finally he unzipped his baggy jeans and let them drop to the floor to reveal his blue boxer shorts. I couldn't tell what they were made of, but they made him look as hot anything. Art then got back on the couch and starting flipping through the channels again. I stripped down to my boxers and then started screwing around with Jerry, tickling his nose with a piece of paper and picking his hand up and letting it drop down while he was trying to sleep. It was pretty damn funny. At about four in the morning Art turned the TV off and we just sat there in the dark talking about this and that. There was enough light coming the basement window to barely see one another. I had found a blanket and Jerry was half under a plain bed sheet. Finally Art decided to try to get to sleep and he grabbed the sheet that Jerry was under and pulled it onto himself and rolled over. When he did this, Jerry became completely uncovered. There I was, a foot away from this hot looking guy who was wearing just a shirt and boxers. He was sleeping ever so soundly. I reached underneath the blanket, put my hand in my own boxers and rubbed my cock while staring at his sleeping form. I couldn't help put reach over and brush his lips with my tongue. I could smell the alcohol on his breath. I kept going and pressed my lips against his. I lightly kissed him for about ten seconds. I picked up his hand like I did when I was screwing around earlier, but this time I put it under the blanket that was on me and set his hand right on top of my cock. I just rested it there and used it to lightly rub myself. Then to my surprised, his hand gripped my cock and began moving it up and slowly. I looked over and his eyes were still tightly closed. I leaned over and placed the tip of my tongue on his lips. When I did this, he opened his mouth a little and he let my tongue into his mouth. I started French kissing this straight fifteen-year-old boy while he was giving me a hand job. This was way too fucking cool. He took his hand out of my boxers and put it behind my head and brought me closer to him. He kept kissing me the whole time, really making out. I get the feeling none of the girls he had ever been with had ever kissed him like this because he was really getting into my mouth. I reached over and put my arm around his back and pulled him further into my mouth, if such a thing was possible. The smell and taste of the alcohol he had been drinking was filling my senses. This horny teenager didn't care who he was getting it on with, at that moment, he just needed some, and I was more than willing to give it to him. I ran my right hand down his back and slipped it into his boxers and felt his smooth hairless ass. He kept his left hand on the back of my head and ran his fingers through my hair. He had managed to work his right arm underneath my side and was gently rubbing my back. I took my hand out of his boxers and reached under his shirt and up his back. I grabbed the bottom of his shirt and pulled it up and over his head, breaking our kiss. As soon as his shirt was off and we had stopped kissing he began thrusting his hips towards me, his eyes still closed tight. I took the blanket that was covering me and threw it over him as well. He put his arms around me and held me as close as he could. I could feel his rock hard dick under his boxers. He was sliding it up and down on my stomach and the top of my boxers. I reached in between us and grasped his erection through his boxers. He let out a little moan and kept thrusting. I found the fly of his boxers and put my hand inside and found his uncut dick. It must have been about five inches and I could feel the warmth of it. I slowly brought the foreskin up and down over the head. As I did this he started French kissing me again. After about ten minutes of me lightly rubbing his cock, I broke our kiss and pushed him over onto his back and really began working him. I pulled his cock free from his boxers and started jacking him off. He put his hands behind his head, stretched out and enjoyed the hand job. I could hear him lightly moaning and giving the occasional "Oh yea" or "Fuck yea." It only took a few minutes before he began shooting his young cum all over his stomach. I milked the last few drops of out his dick, slid it back inside his boxer shorts and leaned over and kissed him lightly on the lips. He lay there trying to catch his breath, but he still didn't open his eyes. He grabbed his t-shirt and wiped himself off and threw it on the floor. Then, surprisingly he reached into my boxers and grabbed a hold of my cock again. I guess he thought he needed to repay the favor. For the third time that night, I wasn't going to refuse one of his offers. I stretched my hands back under my pillow and enjoyed what must have been the first hand job he had ever given to someone. He wasn't very good at it, but what he lacked in knowledge he made up for in drunken enthusiasm. That straight boy jacking my cock seriously turned me on and it didn't take very long for me to blow my load. After I got off, we both just laid there. He still had my cock in his hand. I looked over and he still had his eyes closed. I think he wanted to pretend he was still asleep so that if I told anybody about he could just feign "sleep jacking" or something of the like. That was fine by mine. I picked up his hand and put it back down beside him. I then wiped the cum off of me with the blanket that I had been using, flipped it onto the floor and put my cock back in my boxers. For about ten minutes we both just laid there not saying and not moving, not saying anything. I was wondering if he had just fallen asleep. Maybe he was just totally asleep the whole time... Then he reached over and started lightly rubbing my abs. Oh, to be fifteen again and only have to wait ten minutes to be ready to go again. I looked over, and his eyes were open. He was staring right at me. He wasn't smiling, wasn't frowning, he just had this intense look on his face. He rolled onto his side and stared at me for a few more seconds before he rolled right over and was on top of me, still staring. Then he brought his face forward and we started kissing again. "What are you two doing?" We broke our kiss and there was Art, sitting upright, just four feet away. I think he scared us both out of a few years of growth. Jerry was paralyzed with fear. I didn't care that I had been caught though, I was gay, for fuck sakes. "What's it look like?" I retorted. I then rolled over so Jerry was on his back, I was on top of him and we were right next to Art and I started kissing Jerry again. Jerry's fear disappeared and he went back to being lost in lust. After about a minute of kissing I straddled Jerry's chest and looked over to see what Art's reaction was. He was still sitting there, half under the blanket, gawking at us. "So why don't you join us? We're just getting off. It doesn't make you gay," I told him. Out of no where, Jerry reached up and grabbed my boxers and pulled them down my thighs, which freed my hard, eight-inches. Art looked down and his jaw dropped further when he saw my rock hard dick. My jaw dropped next, as Jerry moved his head forward and started licking the head of my penis. I never thought in a million years that this kid would ever suck a cock, let alone mine. His friend Art must have been thinking the same thing as I was. "Man... you're... you're suckin' him off?" Art sputtered. I just sat there on Jerry's chest while he licked at my dick like it was a lollipop. I was in a little bit of shock myself at Jerry's boldness. I began to wonder if he and his brother had ever done anything, because he didn't seem to be all that new to this. I couldn't stand any more of the gentle action Jerry was giving me. I put my hands above his head on the couch and started to pump my dick in and out his mouth. Art just sat there watching his friend take my cock down his throat. After a few minutes of face humping I started shooting my second load down Jerry's gullet. I caught my breath while Jerry swallowed my semen. I leaned back onto my haunches. Jerry was one step ahead of me and he grabbed my hair and brought me down and we started kissing yet again. After a about twenty seconds or so of this we broke the kiss and I lay down next to him with Art still looking at us in astonishment. "Fuck," Art shook his head in amazement, "I can't believe you just did that man! You sucked his cock and fucking ate it! Man that's sick!" Jerry finally said something. "Ya, well, you're next." he said matter-of-factly. He then popped up, grabbed Art by his hair, pulled him backwards and rolled on top of him. He pulled his hard dick out of his boxers and sat with knees over Art's arms so Art couldn't move. Jerry had his groin right over Art's face and had most of his weight right on his chest. "What the fuck are you doing?" Art cried out. "You're going to suck my cock you little faggot. I know you want do it, don't ya?" Jerry laughed while rubbing his penis into Art's face. "Fuck you, you drunk piece of shit." Art shouted. He trashed about a little but Jerry was planted squarely on top of him and didn't give an inch. "I'll tell you what. Maybe we'll make it more worth your while to do this." Jerry shot me a look, then glanced back at Art's crotch. I think I understood what he meant. I got off the couch and got in between Art's legs and held them down while he flayed around a bit more. When he had calmed down for a second I grabbed the sides of his boxers and yanked them off of him. He was lying there helplessly with his friend on top of him. I held his knees down again and buried my tongue in his groin. I licked around his balls for a few seconds and then up inside his legs. Suddenly all of his resistance fell away and he was just lying there calmly. "Fuck, fuck... I'm not; I'm not a fag man. I'm not gay" he panted, trying to hide his ecstasy. Jerry just laughed at him. "You're pretty into the polish job you're getting from a guy to say you're not gay, you little faggot" Jerry snickered. Even I had to laugh at that. I looked up over Jerry's shoulder to see Art's face. He had his eyes shut tight and his mouth was slightly open as he breathed deeply. Jerry's cock was just an inch or so away from it. "Do it now man." I whispered to Jerry. I watched as Jerry leaned forward and put the tip of his penis on Art's lips. He then put his hands over Art's head so he could dangle it down. Art thought Jerry was kissing him or something, as he puckered his lips and then I think he realized what was happening and turned his head to the side. "Fuck off man" he said, not very threatening, but like he just didn't want to do it right then and there. Jerry sat back up on his chest and looked disgusted. "Art, if I suck you off, will you suck Jerry?" I asked. Art was silent for a few seconds before he responded. "Maybe." Coming from a fifteen-year-old boy, that was the same as saying, "Yes." I got back down between his legs and took a hold of his uncircumcised dick. I rubbed the foreskin up and down a few times and I could feel Art arching his back at the sensation. If he had had a hand job before, I would have eaten my hat. This was new to him. I slowly traced my finger around his sensitive glans. I felt his body shudder in pleasure. His cock slowly grew with my light touch. I coaxed and cajoled his penis to its full length. After a few minutes of doing nothing but lightly rubbing it, it was standing up hard as a rock at it's full length. It was about five of six inches and there was still some foreskin covering the bottom of the head, even while it was fully erect. I was done with the preliminaries; I wanted to get right to the main event. I plunged my mouth down over his knob and took in his entire cock. He felt the change and I heard him moan when I swallowed him right down to his pubes. I came back up and worked his head for a couple of minutes with my tongue. I could hear the sound of him moaning in pleasure, along with Jerry stroking his own dick, probably just inches away from Art's face. I continued to lick around Art's cock, occasionally moving my tongue along his shaft, and down onto his balls. "All right man, open your mouth," I heard Jerry say. I kept working Art's balls with my tongue and took one of them into my mouth and lightly sucked on it. "Yea, that's it," Jerry groaned, "shine my knob you little faggot." I had to see this. I stopped sucking Art's nuts and started jerking him off lightly. I kneeled between his legs and was able to look over Jerry's shoulder to see he was indeed working his cock with his tongue. He wasn't doing anything more than just licking Jerry's head, but he didn't look like he was uncomfortable, he looked like he was totally into it. I kept stroking Art lightly while Jerry opened his stance a little. He stretched his hands out over Art's head again and pushed more of his penis into Art's mouth. This time there was no resistance. He willingly took in the piece of meat that was being pushed down his throat. "Yea Art, that's it man," I told him, "really work him good man, make him cum man." Jerry continued to face-fuck Art for a good 15 minutes before he really starting banging Art's chin with his balls. I continued to jerk him off while this was going on and I would occasionally go down on him, but I didn't want him to get off yet. "Oh fuck man, I'm gonna shoot..." Jerry gasped. Then he started shooting his cum into Art's mouth. It wasn't much and Art didn't know what else to do other than swallow it. Jerry sat back and worked the last few drops of cum out and onto Art's hairless chest. "Kiss him Jerry," I ordered while I kept stroking Art's dick. Jerry leaned forward to kiss him, but Art turned away from. "No way man, I'm not into that." Art said. "Come on man, kiss him and I'll give you something special" I told him. "Like what?" Art asked. "I'll show you, and if you like it, you have to kiss Jerry or else you're not gonna get to keep doin' it." With that, I went back down on Art's dick for a few seconds and coated it with spit. I then brought my head back up and looked at Art and smiled at him. I got up and put my feet on either side of him. I grabbed Jerry's shoulders for a second and then crouched down. I brought Art's cock up to my asshole and slipped it in. I then sat down and took Art's dick all the way in my ass. "Holy fuck!" Art gasped. He pushed back up the couch with his hands like he was trying to get his dick out of me, but Jerry was still planted firmly on top of his chest and now I was right on top of his groin. "Damn man, you're gonna let him fuck you?" "Fuck yea, I've always wanted him, and now I've got him," I grinned, "inside me." "Fuck man, I don't want to fuck a guy!" Art protested and struggled to break free. "You don't huh? Then why is your cock so fucking hard?" I asked. Art was going to argue, but he wanted to get off so badly he was going to let anything and everything happen that Jerry and I wanted. Then I felt him thrust his hips and his cock pushed a little further up my ass. I wrapped my legs underneath Art's and brought him even tighter to my body. I pushed Jerry forward a little. He had become mesmerized with Art fucking me. He forgot what he was going to do for a second and then he bent down and started kissing Art, just kissing him on the lips. After around thirty seconds of light kissing, Jerry pried Art's lips apart with his tongue and drove it in. They were soon going full at it. Art even brought his hands up and wrapped them around Jerry's shoulders. Art had his groin pushing at a steady rate, working his cock in and out of my ass. From having no sexual experience to fucking one guy and making out with another in about half an hour. He had certainly come along way. After about a two or three minutes he pulled away from Jerry to concentrate on fucking me. As soon he did this though, I brought myself up and his dick slipped out of my ass. "Aw, c'mon man!" he complained. "Uh-uh," I admonished, "you do Jerry and you fuck me, not one or the other man." "Hold on," Jerry said, "you lie down and let Art fuck you that way." I didn't complain and stretched out on the couch beside where Art was. Jerry got off of Art and pushed him toward me. Art didn't need to be told twice what he was supposed to do. He crawled on top of me and I reached back to help guide his dick back into my waiting hole. With one quick push he was back inside of me and had restarted his earlier rhythm. Now that he was in a more comfortable position, he began to fuck me a little faster. Jerry crawled up in front of us. He shoved his dick right in my face and slid his legs in between our arms. Since Art was shorter than I was, Jerry had room to lean over and kiss him. While he was doing that it was only natural for me to reach out and start licking at his groin. It didn't take long before Art was driving his cock in and out of my ass like a piston while he and Jerry continued to French kiss and neck like there was no tomorrow. I opted to start working on Jerry's cock while they were going at it above and behind me. About five minutes later they stopped kissing and both concentrated on getting off on me. Jerry continued to work his cock in and out of my mouth as Art pushed and pulled his penis in and out of my ass. "Yea man, I'm getting close," Art moaned. "So am I," Jerry echoed. "Fuck, I'm coming man, I'm coming up your ass!" I could feel Art's cock pumping out his load deep into my ass. He kept shoving his cock, trying to get it in further. "Yea Art, shoot up his ass man!" Jerry cheered while he continued to fuck my face. "Fuck, here it comes!" Art whispered through the pleasure that was going running through his young body. I felt the tip of his cock expand deep in my ass and begin spurting out shot after shot off his cum. A few seconds later Jerry filled my mouth with his sweet cum as well. Art collapsed on top of me out of sheer exhaustion. Jerry leaned back and his dick popped out of my mouth, a string of saliva and semen connecting them. I began to sense that Jerry was ready to pass out from all the activity mixed with his earlier drinking. Indeed, he looked like he was sound asleep while sitting in front of me. After about a minute or so he slid down into a laying position across the top of the bed and began snoring softly. Art, on the other hand, was still moving on top of me. I pushed myself up a little and he slid off of me, which smeared his cum across my ass and hip. I turned and looked at him, still exhausted and out of breath. "How did you like that?" I asked. He gasped for breath a few times. "That was fucking awesome." "Yea, I thought you'd get into it eventually." I leaned over and kissed him on the cheek. He then leaned over to me and kissed me right on the lips. We started to kiss a little deeper and he rolled us over so he was on top me. This hot ass straight kid really knew how to kiss. We rolled around on the bed for a little while, kissing, exploring and grabbing at each other's bodies. After a while we were tired out and opted to join Jerry in la-la land. We had managed to turn ourselves so we were all laying the same way. The three of us were still naked. I grabbed the blanket and unfurled it and got it over all of us. Art cuddled in next to me and I pulled Jerry closer he draped his arm across my chess. "See you in the morning" Art said. I kissed him on the lips, and re returned it. "Yea man." And with that we both drifted off.