Date: Sun, 9 Nov 2003 09:48:08 -0800 (PST) From: Giovanni Major Mastrogiacomo Subject: What I Did On My Summer Vacation Copyright (c) 2003 by Giovanni Major Mastrogiacomo. All rights reserved. Permission is granted to Nifty Archives, to archive and display this work. All other uses are expressly forbidden unless explicit arrangement has been made with the author. This copyright applies to all chapters and pages of this work. It may not be reproduced, posted, stored electronically, or archived, except for personal, non-public use, without the express written permission of the author. What I Did On My Summer Vacation I don't know why but I've never required much sleep. Often times I've gone without any sleep at all for two or even three days. But that's usually when I'm out prowling and my adrenalin is pumping, so maybe that has something to do with it. But since I was a kid, I've been spying on guys, even my older brothers, while they masturbated. I accidentally walked in on my brother, Mike while he was just beginning his orgasm. As I walked in, a white line shot up into the air from the end of his fat dick. To this moment, I can see it as if it were happening right now. Holy cow, what a sight! Mike of course had to finish blowing before he could chase me out of his room, dripping cum all over the place as he did so. From that day on it became (one of) my goals in life to catch him every time he beat off. That's how I caught my other brother, Pat. I was trying to catch Mike, and walked in on Pat while he was whacking away. He's spread out tons of Mike's porn magazines so all of his favorite photos were laid out on the floor as he stood there, naked, erection in hand, wide-eyed while I stood in the doorway. For a minute, neither of us said anything but then Pat growled at me to either get in or get out. I got in! I quietly closed Mike's bedroom door before standing across the abyss of naked photos from Pat. He went back to what he was doing as if I didn't even exist. My own little dick was hard so I copied my older brother. I whipped it out and started yanking on my kiddie-stiffie, wondering what good would come of it. The photos were kind of exciting though; most of the pictures included naked men. Some of the men's erections were shown and some of them were in various stages of burial in women. I concentrated on the naked men; the sight of the naked women just grossed me out. Pat started acting weird. He was bending backward and whimpering and stuff and then all of the sudden all this white stuff starts spraying out of the end of his cock. Splashing all over the pictures and making a tiny little puddle on the floor between his feet. Now, THAT was cool! Even though Mike was older and quite a bit larger than Pat, Pat's erection was way bigger. Mike's was really fat but Pat's was every bit as thick and probably half again as long. The white stuff just kept falling out of it like when I didn't quite get the bathroom faucet shut off. Pat shook his hand, sending the white stuff flying every which way and some of it splashed on my face. I could smell it. I liked it. Pat laughed at me. So I got pissed and told him I was going to tell Mike on him. Suddenly Pat's cum-slick fingers were clamped on my arms as he was making all kinds of threats and promises. I made him promise to teach me how to make the white stuff shoot like his. He seemed to relax and then slid his hand down the short length of my aching erection, coating it with his cum. Pat promised he'd teach me anything I wanted to know but I had to promise to keep quite. And help him put Mike's magazines back. (Now, years later, I always wonder if Mike ever questioned why so many of his magazine pages were stuck together.) So as my brother Pat and I had our `lesson' meetings I was always trying to catch Mike. Almost a year after Pat started `teaching' me about beating off (and related activities), I had my first little `squirty' orgasm as Pat was stabbing his erection up my little-boy butt. I couldn't get enough. I loved everything about it. I loved the smell, the feel of another man in my hand, the feel of ME in another man's hand and the sight of it all. By the time I had, the much talked about and `dreaded shower scene,' after gym class, where all the boys had to be naked in front of each other, I was in Heaven! Whoever designs locker rooms should get a medal! Obviously the designers are as horny as I was and every bit the voyeur that I could ever hope to be. It never occurred to me that having an erection could be a shameful thing. I proudly marched into the shower room right behind my erection. And got laughed at while everybody pointed. I didn't like being laughed at but I also didn't think I had done anything wrong. After a repeat performance every day that first week and all the stories flying around school, I stopped letting them see me hard. I would hide and wait or hide and beat off while watching the other boys shower. At times, I would try to follow my favorite naked classmates back to their locker and beat off watching them get dressed. Every once and a while I'd get lucky and see one of the guys get hard or even beat off thinking that nobody was watching them. I got hooked. I could see them naked, beating off, and beat off myself, so it was like having sex together. The summer after seventh grade was murder. I'd gone all year being able to see my friends naked and had even snuck into the locker room to beat off while the 9th grade boys were showering. Lots of them had hairy bodies and THAT was nice. There was no way I could go a whole, entire summer without seeing naked boys and beating off near them. Pat said I was a pervert. But he liked that I couldn't leave him alone. More often than not, I slept with Pat in his bed than in my own bed. And Pat slept naked. So of course, I did too. Every night I would fall asleep with Pat's erection between my thighs or pressed against me and on a few occasions even inside of me! I thought I was such hot stuff... Mike and his friend had a spot in the woods next to the park by our house where they would go smoke cigarettes. (A big deal in those days.) They never knew I was often right there with them. I thought I'd die when Mike, his friend Paul and three other boys all stood around in a circle jerk! All those erections in one place at one time! And then my own brother reached over and touched another boy's cock! He actually made the other boy spray cum! My own brother made another boy cum. Man, I had an erection that didn't soften for a week! I beat off every five minutes around the clock and it never got soft. Over the course of the summer, I enjoyed several gatherings of boys in the now beloved spot in the woods. At first I wanted to jump in there screaming, to let my join in, but then I sort of got to like being on the side and watching. One particular boy, all the others seemed to want to beat off. He was by far the hairiest male body I had ever seen, which alone was enough to want to touch him. But he also had enormous balls and when he would shot his cum, it went for miles and wouldn't stop. The boy would cry out, gasp, and whimper as someone brought him to orgasm. It was the most amazing thing I'd ever witnessed. And then it got better. Some red headed kid shucked off all his clothes so he was actually naked, right outside, in the woods, in front of all those other guys! But he stood right in front of the hairy boy while he jacked him off. The other boys crowded around as the hairy boy started making his warning sounds and then shot blast after blast onto the red headed kid's stomach, chest, and face. I had to climb a tree just to see it all! But then the red headed kid smoothes all the hairy kid's cum down his white torso and uses the cum as lubricant to jack off his own cock! What a great idea! I wish to Heaven Pat had told me about that. (I taught HIM that one!) I nearly broke my legs riding my bike as fast as I could, trying to follow after that hairy kid. The first time I lost him but I managed to hang in there the second attempt and found out where he lived. His house was one of the split-level houses in a new section, way on the other side of the park from my house. (Back then, it seemed like it was WAY on the other side; it was really only a few blocks.) In those days, nobody had air-conditioning so the hairy kid's windows were wide open and gave me a clear view of his lower level bedroom. My parent's would have killed me if they had, first, known I was crawling out a window when I should have been in bed and second, they would have REALLY killed me if they knew what I was doing while I was supposed to be in bed, sleeping! I wasted hours and hours and hours waiting and watching that hairy kid. Just wishing and praying he'd give me a show. My obsession paid off. Several times. One night his bedroom light snapped on and he walked into the room. He yanked off his T-shirt and kicked his sneakers across the room before unzipping his short just letting them fall to the floor. No underwear! I was already close to cumming! Pulling a magazine out from under his mattress, he dropped his naked body onto his bed. Flipping immediately to a specific place in the magazine, he began jacking off, and lazily hefting his big balls in his hand, rubbing his tits, and burying his face in the magazine. He took his time. His hand would be a blur of activity on his big dick and then he'd stop, squeezing his dick head really hard and whimpering. It went on for a gloriously long time. But then he just stopped and pulled his shorts back on, leaving the room! I almost screamed at him that I hadn't cum yet; he can't leave! Fortunately, it wasn't long though before he returned. He carried a bottle of hand lotion and a big cucumber! He was going to eat while he jacked off? How could he be hungry at a time like this? What a dumb snack. Oh, talk about another world! That hairy kid slathered lotion all over his butt and the cucumber then raised his hips off of his bed, and lowers his ass down on that thing!!! He was using that giant cucumber to do to himself what Pat did to me! And making a lot of noise, doing it. He was squeezing lotion all over his erection and re-greasing the cucumber and I was having a heart attach. That cucumber had to be more than a foot long and that boy impaled himself on that thing so that he was laying flat on his bed. He'd buried that thing all the way in! And then he went like crazy on his monster cock. Rocking his hips just ever so slightly, crying, and carrying on, - he exploded. I mean, he unleashed a volley of white-joy a mile long that nearly sprayed the ceiling. He kept grunting as each shot flew out of the end of his cock and I went bananas. His cum flew past his head, some landing on his face, and more landing on his hairy chest. Even I exploded big time, making WAY to much noise. I shot my load right through his window screen. I came so hard that my knees buckled and I went down still spraying his window screen with cum. And he heard me. The hairy kid with the cucumber up his butt, who had just showed me the most wonderful thing I would ever see, turns his head and looks directly at me. He was in a brightly lit room and I was on the other side of a dirty window screen, in total darkness. I have never felt such fear. My erection deflated faster than I snapped to my feet, already turning in a full run with my bike in my hands. When I got home, trembling and dripping with sweat, my shorts were clearly stained where I unloaded left over cum -and, I had forgotten my shirt. I crawled back into my house through the laundry room window. My dad said hello. I wet my pants. I was grounded for two weeks and didn't get any allowance for either one. I think he sort of took pity on me when I peed my pants. I was already scared to death and then getting caught just made it that much worse. I thank God he didn't ask, or even know if I had left the house with a shirt. For the rest of the summer I tried drowning myself in my own cum while replaying the events of that night. Pat got concerned I think. He sort of left me alone. He probably thought I was more of a pervert than he'd imagined possible. But I didn't care. A few times, I imagined Pat's erection going in and out of my butt was actually that cucumber being held by that hairy kid. That always, always made me shoot bigger loads. I think Pat got jealous that I could get so lost in what we were doing. I did everything I could think of trying to get Mike to bring his hairy friend over to our house. When I thought all hope was lost, I decided to take a big gamble and told him I'd seen him and his friends taking turns beating off some hairy kid in the woods. I wasn't sure if his look was panic or murder. Before he could attack, I said that I wanted a turn. That seemed to settle something for him. He completely denied everything and punched me in the chest when I wouldn't leave him alone. But three days later, on Friday night, Mike walks through the back door, - with the hairy kid! Proof there is a God! I thought I was going to throw up on him. I tried to say hi back to him but as I opened my mouth I instantly snapped it shut, afraid I would spew all over him. Mike just shook his head, shoving me out of the way, as he went by. I fought that pukey feeling in my throat but stood by the toilet just in case. Eventually I remembered to quite hyperventilating and settled down. Mike and his friend were alone, watching TV in our family room. Very calm and composed, I swaggered over, sitting in my dad's recliner -- near where the hairy kid sat on the end of the sofa. He wore perfume or something; I could smell him. I felt dizzy. God I just wanted to bury my face in his hairy chest and inhale his whole body into my lungs. I suavely kicked off my shoes, extending the recliner, making sure my socks were pushed down far enough to show off how much hair my legs now had. I was VERY cool. He got the hint. He kicked his own shoes off, but he didn't have any socks on. His toes had hair! I started trembling again! Imy eyes would move away from those blessed little toe-tufts of hair. Jolted out of my fantasy, Mike threw one of his own shoes at me telling me to, "Knock it off, perv!" I of course, had to proclaim my innocence but felt the hair on my head go up in flames as the fire of my blushing swept over me. The hairy kid stretched out, slipping his fingers under his waistband. I felt sick again. My cock was bent and was really trying to become an erection. It hurt! I yawned and stretched, trying to rock my hips, giving my fast-inflating dick a chance to get into whatever position it need to get into. Ok, cool. Things are going great. Then I see the hairy kid looking at my crotch. OH MY GOD! There's a HUGE wet spot! My hair went up in flames again. But it was SO damn exciting! I suddenly liked him looking at my wet spot. There was some movie on TV but I had no idea what was going on. I couldn't keep track of anything but the hairy kid's eyes. He was shifting his eyes back and forth without turning his head. It just kept my wet spot wet! The movie ended. Mike was already snoring. The news was on but neither of us made a move nor spoke a word. When my dad came into the room, both the hairy kid and I immediately changed our positions. Dad jabbed a thumb through the air, motioning me out of his chair. The only place to sit down was on the sofa, between Mike and the hairy kid. It was 90 degrees in our house but I had goose bumps all over the place. Mike snorted, but didn't wake up. The hairy kid shifted again, relaxing so that one of his furry legs leaned against mine. I was sure my body was going to blow up, sending body parts all over the room. I was sick to my stomach. I was dizzy. I had an erection that was so hard it hurt. And my bare leg was being rested on by his leg. His big FURRY leg! And those tufts of hair on his toes! GOD! By the time the weather was done and sports news beginning, Dad was snoring too. I hadn't moved an eyelash or breathed in 20 minutes. If I did anything or moved anything, the whole family room would be splattered with my guts and stuff. The hairy kid moved, turning toward me, slowly grinding his hairy leg against mine as he bent it, resting it on my thigh. I was going to cry or drop dead. His arm went behind me on the back of the sofa. I could smell him! I was still ignoring him, trying not to faint. I could tell EXACTLY how many individual hairs on his leg were stimulating the each and every one of the nerve endings on my bare thigh. Please, God, don't let me wet my pants! Not again! His deep whisper slithered into my head. He said I had a wet spot, and then slipped his fingertips across that very spot! My eyes clamped shut and my head fell back onto his hairy arm. He snorted softly saying something about me liking what he did. Whether it was Heaven or Hell, I had no clue but I sure didn't want it to stop! A big hand softly caressed my face. The sofa was vibrating from my violent trembling. Mike, stay asleep! His finger traced the scoop neck of my muscle tee. Mount Everest was an anthill compared to my goose bumps. Oh my GOD! He smelled so good! His feather touch tickled my armpit. I sucked air into my lungs, panic stricken. His lips fluttered against my ear as he whispered that he liked it when I watched him. WHAT?! I froze as fire swept across my soul. The hairy kid `suggested' we go to Mike's bedroom. OH MY GOD! PLEASE LET ME DO EVERYTHING JUST RIGHT! I opened my eyes. What happened?! I was alone. He was gone! I didn't feel him leave! How could I possibly NOT have felt him leave?! I ran down the hall, turning the corner, slamming into the hairy kid's body. His arms swept around me as he laughed telling me to relax. I melted into his fur coat. I'd give everything my parent's owned to be a permanent flea in his fur coat! God, I had to pee so bad. As much as I hated to do it, I pulled away from him telling him why. He said he had to go as well and followed me. Was he going to watch my pee? I was still hard as a rock! I'd look like a garden statue, peeing up into the air! He came right into the bathroom with me. I was going to have to stand on my head! He locked the door. He pulled my shirt off. He unzipped my shorts. His fingers were on the inside of the waistband on my underwear! His huge hands were sliding down my thighs, revealing my pathetic body! His mouth was sliding down my cock! I immediately shot my wade. He never twitched. And he never took my cock out of his mouth. Pat needed lessons. When he sucked my cock, it NEVER felt like what the hairy kid was doing! With my balls in his mouth, his tongue was pushing its way back toward my butt, between my legs. My knees were going to cave in. His big hands spread out on the small of my back and floated down over the arch of my ass. The hairy kid stood up and quickly took his shirt and shorts off. His cock was so humungous compared to mine. His balls were at least the size of the golf balls my dad kept slicing into the water. My entire body was shaking like a vibrator on hyper-drive. His arms squashed my naked body against his. PLEASE GOD, FREEZE TIME FOR ALL ETERNITY! NOW! He pulled the shower curtain aside. A shower? His erection pushed my little ass so I stepped over the side of the tub and he got in behind me. When I bent over to turn on the water, the hairy kid's pre-cum slimy dick pushed between my thighs. My hands shook so bad I could barely adjust the water temp. In second's warm water splashed against my naked body as it pressed back against the furry naked kid as his fingertips slid around my tits. Then soapsuds were everywhere and his big fingers were poking in and out of my ass. I still had to pee! My voice sounded so stupid and tiny as I told him. His big hand wrapped around my erection as he told me to go ahead. In the shower? With an erection? In someone else's hand! My voice didn't work; all I could do was shake my head. Gently, he turned me around to face him. He cupped my face in both his hands, coming very close, almost nose-to-nose. I felt a shot of warm liquid hit my chest. He was pissing on me! My bladder let loose. He actually jerked his head up, surprised, as my piss hit him in the chin. Two inches between our eyes, we stood there peeing on each other. I felt a few more spurts from him as my own stream went full bore. God, this was SO cool! As I tried to jettison the last of my piss, he smiled as his lips touched mine. The house tipped over. Nobody, EVER, kissed me. EVER! I'm sure my body was dangling limp from the head that he cradled in his hands. WOW! I like it! He was licking my lips! And then his tongue pries open my mouth and moved in! My brother's owed me a big time apology! Sex with them was BORING! This hairy kid knew how to make a man melt in his mouth -- literally! More soap, more kissing, more dizzy spells. The house kept flipping upside down. He bent his knees, pushing them between my legs as his fat cock poked at my butt. No way! There's no way that thing could fit in me! My muffled cry was swallowed by his open mouth as it covered mine. I'm not sure if it was pain or pleasure of if there was even any difference, but he slowly, centimeter, by centimeter shoved his cock up my ass. That huge thing was INSIDE of me! I thought my brother Pat was big. And when Pat pushed his erection into my ass, he FELT big. But this hairy kid! It felt like he was trying to park a car in there! And I'd never felt anything so good! The second time he pushed into me, he went deeper than he had the first time and my cock shot a load of cum all over us. I didn't even know that could happen! Nobody touched it! It just popped on its on! And that's OK with me! The hairy kid chuckled and I swallowed his voice. I really, REALLY liked the way he kissed me. And I wanted to stay just like we were but the hot water was getting cooler and cooler. The hairy kid felt it getting cold too. His arms squashed me in a hug as we continued to eat each other's faces but his hips started rocking steadily and VERY deeply. The image of him playing with his tits came back to me so I managed to wedge my hands between us and started gently pinching at the big brown nipples, sticking out of the fur coat. His moans vibrated in my throat as his rocking sped up. As I got his nipples harder and harder, his deep voice rose to high, thin whimpers and then I felt it. He snapped his head back, almost straightening out his legs to stand up with me impaled on his post, his legs shaking and my insides suddenly were being pummeled from the inside as if a trapped victim was pounding to get out. Over and over, he lifted me off my feet as he injected himself deep into my chest. Even with the shower raining down on us, I could feel his orgasm spilling out of my sore ass. He covered his face, trying to muffle his grunting as he spasmed, crunching his stomach muscles really fast like he was having a seizure. His head swept across the distance between us, slamming down onto my shoulder, a few more jerks causing his head to press harder. His shaking legs gave way, his huge erection yanked out of me as he crumpled down. His head sliding down my torso, his face pressed against my hard cock as his hands threatened to crush my hipbones. I normally don't need much sleep but that night I slept eight hours. Wrapped, naked, in his arms. In my brother's bed.