Date: Tue, 23 Jun 2015 14:16:28 -0500
From: Devon Campbell <peterbilt1228@live.com>
Subject: Marine Called Jason, Part XI

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                       The Epilogue Chapters
                 (Thanksgiving, Some Years Later)

The Litany of the Sons:

Kyle is Brad's adopted son, brought back from Vietnam when he was a little
boy. He is an attorney, unmarried, and perhaps still undecided about his
sexuality.  He is considered to be Devon's brother.

Devon is Jason's adopted son, brought back from Vietnam when he was a
little boy. He is considered to be Kyle's brother. He is still in the
Marines.  He is Jake's partner in life; they met at football camp.

Jake is Devon's partner in life. They met at football camp.  He is also
still in the Marines.

Jacob, the first boy Jason and Brad took in when he was 14, arrived from a
foster home with bruises.  He is 29, married, he and his wife, Brenda, have
five kids, (10, 8, 7, 5, 3). He takes in Andrew, a boy who arrives on
Thanksgiving day.

Petey, Jacob's little brother shows up out of the blue.

Jordan, 15 when he arrived, got a tattoo when he was 14.  He is now 30, a
high school teacher and coach, and Adam's lover.

Adam arrived when he was 11 or 12, he came while Jason was out rounding up
the other boys from the foster home. He was dropped off by his mother and
her boyfriend. He is now 27, a warehouse foreman, Jordan's lover. His
mother never came back for him.

Little George, said/thought he was 10 when arrived. He was right.  He is
now 25, in medical school.

Nolan was a big, handsome, muscular, very well hung boy when he arrived at
14. He ran away and Jason went to get him and bring him back.  He is now
29, works construction, He is still big, handsome, well hung and muscular
and also does modeling work on the side, as well as a male escort. He also
volunteers coaching pony league; he brings his 19 year old college student
friend/lover/partner, Levi.

Colby arrived with his friend Braden when they were 16, in a car they had
"borrowed" from an uncle; a car that was filled with stolen goods.  He is
now 32, a priest.

Braden, Sales Executive, had just turned 16 when he first arrived with
Colby.  He is now 31, divorced form the girl he got pregnant in high
school.  He has custody of his fourteen year old son, Aaron.  Braden brings
a man friend, WILL, and his son, LUKE, to Thanksgiving dinner.




FIRST to Arrive (on Tuesday) Braden, now 31, son, Aaron (14).  WILL, son,
LUKE, (14)

                                Epilogue Chapter One

One by one--sometimes two by two--the boys had left us, and now they were
coming back; hopefully every one of them, for a family Thanksgiving.  The
arrival of each one was an event in itself, and those brief moments when
each one came up on the porch or through the door brought back a flood of
memories.

Braden would be the first to arrive, well ahead of the others, on Tuesday
before Thanksgiving. We got a call that they were in town.

 "Where in town?  What're you doing in town, did your car break down?"
Jason asked.

"We're at the motel," I heard Braden say. Jason held the phone away from
his ear a little so we could both hear.

"What're you doing at the motel?"

"We thought we would stay the night here and show up with some of the
others in the morning."

"Well, that's your decision but hell, you're five miles away, and you know
we've got plenty of room," Jason said, sounding unhappy.

"We just thought?.well it's?.something I never told you about Will, Dad.
He's black."

Jason held the phone away, giving me a dead-pan look.  "Are you trying to
make a point?" he asked.

"It's just that I hadn't told you and??."

"So between now and tomorrow, do you think he'll turn white so we won't
notice?"

"No, Dad," Braden said, laughing. "I've got you on speaker and Will is
laughing his ass off."

"Why are you calling me with this.  You know we don't give a fuck what
color he is, he's welcome.  I guess his son is black, too, maybe?"

"Yes, Dad, Luke is black too.  Now they're both laughing their asses off."

"Wonderful, we'll have a matched pair.  Now check out of that damned motel
and get your asses out here.  You understand?  We'll expect you in half an
hour."

"Yes, sir, Dad, we're on our way."

"Do you believe that?" Jason said as he hung up the phone.  "Was there ever
a time in any of those boys' lives when we gave any indication that we gave
a shit about race?  Hell, our own two sons aren't pure, white Americans."

"Calm down, I'm sure they were just a little uneasy, that's all, about
springing it on us."

"Well, why did he keep it a secret all this time anyway? Geezuss, who
raised that boy."

	They were there ahead of the time Jason had given them. Jason was
standing at the kitchen door looking out.  "Well, Damn!  Would you look at
what Braden brought!  Shit, come have a look at this stud!"

I looked out.  "He is black," I said under my breath.

"He's not just black, he's black and beautiful!"

Besides Will and Luke, there was Aaron, our "grandson." We knew Braden had
acknowledged and laid claim to a son, Aaron, only three years before, from
a pregnancy in high school. The boy was a product of a prom night fuck that
didn't rise to the occasion of doing the right thing. The marriage was
doomed from the start. She felt tied down and left the boy's rearing to her
parents. That only tied them down and they soon agreed to relinquish
custody to Braden. We were not at all unhappy when we learned that he had a
man in his life.

"Look at Aaron," I said. "If that boy gets any better looking, he's going
to need bodyguards.  And look at the little black stud he brought with
him."

Braden and Aaron hugged Jason and me while Will stood back with his son in
tow for the moment.

"This is Will," Braden introduced us.  "Will, this is my dad, and my other
dad."

"Good to meet you both," he said with a slight bow as he put out his hand.

"I'll be damned, you are black," Jason said as they were shaking hands.

Will laughed, an easy laugh that revealed the most beautiful teeth I'd ever
seen. The guy was a drop-dead stud of perfect proportions, by far the most
handsome black man I'd ever seen. His hair was trimmed very tight and short
and he wore an earring in his left ear. It looked tribal. The boy was
equally impressive. His hair was cropped short but more fuzzy.  He also
wore the earring. Will was very outgoing in his mannerisms and it was hard
not to notice the muscles in his arm as he shook hands, the veins down his
bicep.  The boy stood back till Will reached back and urged him forward and
put his arm around his shoulder.

	"And this is my son, Luke."

	"He's my friend," Aaron put in proudly.

"We're glad you brought him along," I said.  "Supper's going to be quick
and easy, so we have time to get acquainted.  Jason, why don't you take
them out to see the horses while I get things started."

Will had been standing close and his aftershave or body splash lingered
after they were gone.  It drew me to the window to see them walking to the
barn. His perfection was displayed as nicely from behind as from the front.
I took in the bulk of his arms sticking out of his shirt and his wide
shoulders that tapered down to a slim waist. On his hip structure was set a
perfect pair of glutes that flexed inside his pants.

They were back within the hour and Jason sent Braden up with their bags to
show them where they would sleep.

When they came down, young Luke politely asked if there was something he
could do to help.  I was sure his father had told him to ask.  I told him
he could get the ketchup and mustard out of the fridge.  Aaron arranged the
chairs and helped Braden set the table.

At supper Jason was good about bringing the boys into the conversation,
asking them about sports and what they were studying in school.

"Right now we're studying ancient history, the Greeks and the Roman
Empire," Aaron said.

"We just finished up with the early Olympics," Luke put in.

"Yeah, Luke liked learning about how the athletes back then competed
naked," Aaron said in a chiding manner.

"Do you boys play sports?" I asked.

"Aaron plays rugby, I play soccer and we both wrestle, and I'm taking
gymnastics," Luke said, nonplussed by Aaron's chiding.

"Do you wrestle naked?" Jason asked, keeping that alive.

"No, but I think we should, at least at practice," Luke said.  "Our coach
is also our history teacher, so it would tie in with what he's teaching in
class."

"Well, you might suggest it," his father said.

Jason turned to Will.  "What about you, Will, what do you do?"

He smiled, glancing at Braden. "I have to wonder what else Braden hasn't
told you about us," Will said.  "It seems I know more about most of you
than you do of us."

"I didn't see the need to offer a pedigree," Braden said.

	"You don't owe anyone an explanation, but we're happy to learn all
you want us to know," I said.

	"Well, I'm a commercial artist and I also do some modeling.
Runway, store windows, artist and photographer's model."

"You must do quite well at it," I said.

"It helps pay the bills," he said.  "And I'm proud to say that Luke has
just recently broken into the field."

Luke looked down at his plate while Aaron smiled proudly.

"He's done a couple of live window displays with me," Will went on, "and
he'll be doing some runway for the same store closer to Christmas."

"That's great, Luke," Jason said.  "Just keep a close eye on him," he added
with a wink.

"Working together has helped us get to know each other.  You see, I
discovered quite by accident that Luke was my son, much the same as Braden
and Aaron," Will explained.

"Is his mother in the picture?" I asked.

"Not so much," Will replied. "She, uh?.well, let's just say she doesn't
approve of our lifestyle." He glanced at Braden.  "Should I?  Or is this
considered polite company?"

"Of course, I told you our lives around here have always been an open
book," Braden told him.

"Braden has told me about his family and you obviously are quite aware of
ours.  My wife doesn't approve."  He caught me glancing at Luke.  "Luke has
always been a very astute boy. He and I made another discovery about each
other, didn't we?" he said smiling at Luke.  "Do you boys want to tell that
story?" he asked with a smile.

Luke was embarrassed and hesitant as he was looking at Aaron.  Suddenly
Jason signaled a timeout.  "I think we're putting these boys on the
spot. They'll tell us what they want us to know when they're ready."

"It's all right if you tell them," Aaron said to his dad, rather
sheepishly. But again, Jason stepped in.

"I think we should level the playing field first," he said.  "Aaron, Luke,
you should know that we all play for the same team around here.  All of our
boys do in some way or other, except Jacob. Brad and I are partners, just
like your dad and Braden.  My son is a Marine and he's partnered with
another Marine.  We're all partnered in one way or another.  So you
shouldn't feel embarrassed about your relationship with each other. Now you
don't have to, but if you feel like telling us your story, we'd like to
hear it, and I'm sure the others will be happy to tell you theirs over the
course of the day tomorrow."

The boys looked relieved, looking up at Braden and Will.

"Go ahead, they might as well get to know you for who you are," Braden
said.

"Well, Aaron and I, we, uh?.we stay over at each other's house a lot,
overnights, and?.well, one night when I thought Dad was working late, he
got off early and came home and found us?.Luke and me?.sorta making out."

	"Come on, Luke, it was more than making out," Will said, laughing
as he squeezed the boy's arm.  "But it's okay.  I want Luke to be who he
is, without apology.  And it makes it easier for me to be who I am."

"It made it easier for all of us," Braden put in.

"I would like to add how grateful Luke and I are to be invited among you
all, and how you've made us feel so welcome. It's a rare opportunity for us
to be ourselves as dad and son, and we deeply appreciate it."

"We hope you feel at home," I said.  "We would like you to feel like
family."

"I'm curious about the earrings," I said.

"Well, first, let me say that we are not African-Americans. We are
Americans, but obviously of African descent." He looked at Luke and asked,
"Do you want to tell where we come from?"

"We are of the Maasai Tribe from the region of Southern Kenya and Northern
Tanzania. The men are tall. The Maasai don't cultivate the land but own
large herds of cattle, sheep and goats. These animals provide food and also
represent wealth and power; the more cattle a Maasai has, the richer he is
and therefore the more power and influence he will have within his
tribe. The earrings are carved from the horns of cattle."

"Representing power and wealth," Jason added. "It's great to hear you
explain your ancestry. Most boys your age would simply say they're from
Boston, or Miami, with no idea of their ancestry."

"The Maasai are a very proud people," Luke said.

"And very powerful, as you can see," Aaron put in.

Everyone pitched in to do dishes and clean up the kitchen then we retired
to the living room.  The television was turned on but as the conversation
continued it was turned down and pretty much ignored. The two boys seemed
bored and I asked them if they would like to go up to bed. Will and Braden
and Jason and I sat by the fire, sipping brandy and talking well into the
night.  That's when we learned that Will was also a male escort. We were
mildly surprised but not shocked and it piqued our interest.

"Tell me, just how does one break into that line of work?" Jason asked.

"It just seemed to come with the flow of my work as a model, and my
association with certain men at the department stores, and with
photographers," Will said.  "And, oddly enough, with some store customers
and passersby," he added with a tight smile. "I was modeling swim suits in
a display window and this man--he was middle aged and very successful
looking-stopped to look then came into the store.  Next thing I knew, the
head of sportswear came and asked me to step out of the window. The man
wanted to have a closer look at the boxer brief swimsuit I was wearing.  He
was very bold about checking the fit around the waist and the legs and he
asked the price.  It was a very expensive suit.  About two bucks worth of
material but it was around a hundred dollars. He said he wanted to purchase
the one I had on.  The department head told him they had others that had
not been worn but he insisted on the one I had on.  The department head
told the guy he would have the suit brought up to the counter and he sent
me back to the change room to get out of that suit and into another one he
handed to me.  But the guy followed me, right into the change room. Well,
by that time it began to dawn on me that he was interested in more than
just the swim suit. Anyway, I took it off and handed it to him. He looked
me up and down and said he would pay me personally double the price of the
suit if I would have dinner with him. Well, I was a struggling college
student and two hundred bucks and a free dinner was too good to pass up, so
I agreed." He paused to laugh.

"I wasn't quite as astute back then. I had no idea that dinner would be
served in his penthouse apartment, prepared by his private chef.  Let me
tell you, it was a feast.  He kept urging me to eat and there was even a
wine steward that kept our glasses filled. Not a big wine drinker, I
started getting a nice buzz.  Toward the end of dinner a butler came to the
table with a silver tray with three one hundred dollar bills tucked in an
expensive looking money clip. The man pushed it over in front of me, then
reached his hand inside his jacket pocket and brought out another money
clip and laid it on the tray. I couldn't tell how much money was in the
clip but it was totally more than we had agreed on. I didn't know what was
going on, why all of this money was being thrust at me. He said the
additional tip was for me to spend the night. And that launched my career
as an escort."

"Wait, wait," I said. "You skimmed right over the good part.  What, exactly
launched your career as an escort?"

He laughed and went on. "Like I said, we were in his penthouse, it was
late, and he showed me around to all three bedrooms, and he asked me which
one I would like to sleep in.  By that time I'd figured out that he hadn't
invited me to spend the night just to play checkers, and I asked him which
room he was sleeping in. He liked that answer. The shower was right there
in the bedroom, partitioned off with glass. He told me I could shower while
he watched.  I gave him a show and when I was finished he was there with a
towel to dry me off. He was fascinated with my body and especially with my
cock. He said he was finally going to get to live the myth. He was so
excited he passed on the shower and practically tore off his clothes to get
in the bed with me. I had never had sex with another man before and I
honest to God thought he would be sucking my cock and that was all. He did
that, of course, and more; he engaged in what he called body
worship-another first for me-but then he said he wanted me to fuck him.  I
said I wasn't all that astute?.I'd never imagined that men got actually
fucked.  I did as he asked, totally amazed that he could take my entire
cock inside him and quite honestly it was incredible. I went away with a
thousand dollars.  He put me in touch with some of his friends and it went
from there. And it was a short time later that I came to the realization
that I was gay?.or might be. One of the contacts was a very athletic man
who wanted me to fuck him and his wife; both of them in bed at the same
time, and I was to take turns. I did, and she was quite beautiful, but I
didn't get all that much out of it with her. I much preferred fucking the
man. That never changed."

"Does your son know?" I asked.

"He knows I'm an escort.  He sees me getting dressed to go out.  He doesn't
know I'm that kind of escort."

"He'll be figuring it out soon enough," Jason said.

"When he does, I will tell him," Will said.

"Do you think he will follow in your footsteps?" Jason asked.

"That will be his choice," he replied.

"Well, gentlemen, it has been a long day, I think I'll go up to bed,"
Braden said.

"I'll be up in a minute," Will said, holding up his half empty drink.

When Will had finished his drink the rest of us went up. We parted company
in the hallway as Will was looking in on the boys who had already gone to
bed.



















Second to arrive (on Wednesday)

Nolan, 29,

Levi, 19

brother, Jesse, 16





                                  Epilogue Chapter Two



Nolan was the next to arrive on Wednesday, in a large camper. He looked as
studly as ever, exuding his usual confidence as he stepped down out of the
door. He didn't close the door and another tall, good looking youth
emerged.

"Wow!  Looks like he's got himself a man," Jason said.

Then a teenager stepped down out of the mobile home, "Well, shit, there's
another one! Did he bring his stable?"

We went out to greet them.  Nolan went right to Jason and gave him a hard
hug, then came over to me. He felt good; still solid as a rock. Then he
turned to the other two just as Braden came out on the porch with Will in
tow.

As we were all being introduced young Luke and Aaron came around the corner
of the house, Luke with a basketball.

"Guys, this is Jason and Brad, the two men who kept me in line growing
up. This is my partner Levi, and his brother, Jesse. We decided to drag him
along at the last minute."

"Do you play basketball?" Luke asked Jessie, looking up at him.

"Some," Jessie said.

"Some, hell, he played varsity his freshman year," Nolan said.

"Good, come on," Luke said, leading Jessie off around the corner of the
house.

Inside, everyone gathered around in the kitchen where I was making supper
and where we had a chance to get acquainted with Levi. I was impressed. He
was nineteen, younger than Nolan of course, but he had a maturity about him
that made them more equals than younger/older lovers. He was tall and lean
with swarthy skin and coal black hair, and a short, neatly trimmed
beard. The dimple in his chin gave an added touch to his masculine
appearance.

When supper was on the table, Jason stepped out on the porch to call the
boys in from playing basketball.  I was obvious that Aaron and Luke and
Jesse had hit it off but their immediate interest was in his athletic
prowess. Now we all had a chance to get to know him better.  He was
sixteen, would be a junior in high school, excelled at basketball and
girls-Levi's words, not his-and worked at a hardware store to earn money
for a down payment on a car. Levi told us later that he thought girls were
a temporary attraction; he thought his brother was more interested in boys,
especially other jocks, but had not made that admission to himself.

It was late by the time we finished eating and Jason said he would show
Nolan and the brothers where to sleep but Levi stepped in.

"Listen, I know you guys have got some catching up to do; Luke and Aaron
can sleep with Jesse and me in the camper" he said. It seemed like a good
idea all around and the two younger boys seemed eager about the idea.





As told by Levi



I knew from Nolan that his relationship with Brad and Jason ran deep,
especially with Jason, and I wanted to give them time together if that's
what they wanted. And I sure as hell didn't mind having Luke and Aaron as
overnight guests in the camper. Jesse was okay with it, too, but was still
too na?ve to understand why. He only knew that the two younger boys seemed
to idolize him and he was eating it up.

We all showered in the house then went out to the camper. The evening chill
had settled in and everyone was ready to crawl into a warm bed. I decided
to forego converting the kitchen table to a bed and asked the boys if they
thought we could all fit in the bed. There was unanimous agreement that we
could so we went back to the bedroom.  There wasn't a lot of room and Luke
and Aaron stood on one side of the bed, Jesse on the other side and I was
at the foot of the bed. Jesse was accustomed to being around other boys
from playing sports so he wasn't shy about taking off his clothes. I wasn't
either, but the two younger boys seemed to be lingering back.

"Are you a jock?" Luke asked me when I'd taken off my shirt.

"I wrestled and played baseball in high school and I play baseball now in
college," I replied.

"How come you gave up wrestling?"

"Most college wrestlers are brutes; I didn't want the hassle of making
weight and besides it would make me too heavy for baseball. I wouldn't be
at my best game.  I still wrestle, but just for the fun of it. I practice
with the guys on the wrestling team.  I'm what you might call their workout
dummy."

'Bet that's a lot of fun," Aaron said.

"Well it helps them out and keeps me in shape," I said.

"Yeah, looks like you need a lot of help keeping in shape," Luke said.

	I hadn't been sure about Luke and Aaron but now I was, the way they
were watching me and eyeing Jesse on the other side of the bed.

I wondered if Jesse had figured them out; I doubted if his fellow jocks
looked at him like these two boys were.

Jesse was down to his shorts already and was about to take them off.  "You
can sleep naked if you want; we do," he told them.

"So do we, at home," Luke said.

Their eyes sort of bugged out when Jesse peeled his shorts down. Jesse is
hung quite well for a sixteen year old and his cock looks even bigger on
his tall, lean build.  Hanging out about six inches, it's sexy as hell the
way it swings around when he moves. I honestly had the hots for my little
brother but I'd never worked up the courage to make a move on him.

I sort of held back till they'd taken in the sight of Jesse then I shoved
my own shorts down and stepped out of them.  I hang out about six inches
too but I'm thicker and meatier than my brother.  He's about seven inches
hard.  I'm eight, but I figure he's going to catch up with me pretty soon,
maybe even surpass me.  That won't bother me one bit 'cause the more meat
he packs on down there, the better I'm gonna like sucking his cock when I
do make my move. And I was thinking, this might be the time and the place.
Jessie and I had very seldom slept in the same bed and this was the first
time we'd ever been in bed with two other guys.  He knew I was gay, being
with Nolan, but it seemed to him like a living arrangement, nothing more.

Jesse and I were naked and we crawled into bed, him on one side and me on
the other.  We left space between us, making it obvious that's where we
intended for the boys to sleep.  They finally shed their shorts.  What a
beautiful sight they were.  Both of them were hung good for fourteen year
olds.  I put out my arm to motion them into bed.

"Chocolate and vanilla," Jesse said as they crawled between us, Aaron next
to him and Luke next to me.  It was crowded and I lay on my side looking
down at Aaron.

"You guys are both built like jocks; do you play sports?" I asked.

"I play soccer and we both wrestle, and I'm taking gymnastics," Luke said.

"That explains those shoulders," I said.  "How about you?" I asked Aaron.

"I'm on the wrestling team and I play rugby.  I'm better at rugby," he
said.

"Well, that explains these massive thighs," I said, squeezing his thigh.

"Luke's also a model," Aaron said.

"A model!  No kidding!  How'd you break into modeling?" Jesse asked.

"His dad's a model," Aaron volunteered.

"Well, you've certainly got the body for it," Jesse said as he smoothed his
hand across Luke's chest. I noticed Luke was receptive of the older boy's
hand but I was surprised to see my brother touch him like that.

"Sometimes I work together with my dad," Luke said.

"So, playing rugby, that means you get to wear those sexy little shorts," I
said to Aaron. "Tell me, do rugby players wear anything under those shorts?
'Cause sometimes when I watch rugby I see a lot of meat bouncing around in
their shorts."

"I've grabbed guys there and got a handful of meat, but most guys wear some
kind of protection.  I know I do."

"Yeah, wouldn't wanta have that meat damaged," I said jokingly as I grabbed
my hand full of his crotch.

He jumped and hunkered up but didn't otherwise try to stop me from groping
him, which I did when I saw he didn't mind.

Watching on the other side of the bed, Levi didn't look shocked but he was
taking note. I decided to play the situation for all it was worth; it was
time my little brother had his eyes opened.

Aaron's cock was hard in less than a minute, throbbing and bulging in my
fist. He was impressive hanging; he was pretty damned awesome hard, for a
kid his age.

"This is a very impressive hunk of man meat," I said as I stroked him, all
the why watching Jesse out of the corner of my eye.

"It's hardly a man sized cock.  You're twice as big as me."

"No I'm not.  Lean over here and we'll measure," I said.

He rolled onto his side so we were facing each other and I held my cock out
alongside his.  "Only a couple of inches bigger," I said.

"That's a big fuckin' two inches," he said, as he reached down to take hold
of both of our cocks.

"Luke calls mine a choker," he said proudly. "You'd kill him with this
thing."

"I see.  I guess that means you two guys mess around?"

"Every chance we get.  But just with each other.  This is the first time we
ever messed around with anybody else.  I never even had hold of a grown
cock before."

"How's it feel?"

"Big."

"Too big to handle?" I asked, chiding him.

"I don't know, I never handled a man's cock before."

"You're handling it now, just fine," I said.

"You meant sucking it," he said.

"I don't wanta push you into anything," I said.  "Do you wanta suck it?"

He didn't say anything, just wet his lips as he scooted down on the bed. My
heart was thumping in my chest?.my Godd, he's gonna do it, I thought, right
in front of my brother. I watched him gazing at my cock as he stroked it,
like he was studying it.

Jesse had lifted up to watch, too and I noticed he still had his hand on
Luke's chest.

"You guys all live together, don't you?  Haven't you ever seen your dads
naked?"

"All the time, but never this close up," he said.

"Well, you've got all night to get as close to my cock as you want," I
said.  My cock was throbbing, quivering with anticipation and I was a
bundle of nerves.

Finally he opened his mouth and licked around the head then wrapped his
lips around it.  I moaned softly as he continued to lick my cock.  Then he
took more of it and started sucking me.

"Ohhh, yeahhhh?.that's so good, Aaron," I whispered. I looked across the
bed to see my brother gaping at what was happening. I watched as his hand
moved in circles down Luke's stomach till he took hold of his cock.

"You're huge!" he said in a hoarse voice as he held the tower of black man
meat up.

"Are you gonna suck it?" Luke asked him.

"I don't know if I can?.or if I want to," he replied.

"You ever sucked a cock before?" Luke asked him.

"No. Never thought about it."

"You must be thinking something now, you've got hold of mine."

"Go ahead, Jesse, give it a try," I told him.

"Do you suck?" Jesse asked Luke.

"Yeah, Aaron and I do it all the time. But just him and me, we never got
together with other guys before.  If you wanta try sucking mine, I'll suck
you.  Aaron says I'm pretty good at it."

Jesse looked over at me and I smiled. Next thing I knew he was crouched
down sucking Luke's huge cock.  As far as I knew, it was the first time
he'd ever even touch another boy, and Luke was bigger than any of us. I was
surprised as hell but I was so happy, I wanted to cry and hug him.

Aaron was settling in for some serious cock sucking. He put his left arm
around my hips and clasped my butt in his hand. He shoved his other arm
under me and wrapped it around my waist as he strove to go all the way down
on my cock. I gave him an assist by shoving my cock through his lips,
pushing against his throat. He became so wrought up in it that he hugged me
tight and urged me over on top of him.  Arched over him, I gave him a
greater assist by lowering my body like I was doing pushups. In a surprise
move he flung his arms out helplessly which I took as an invitation to
impale him.  I pushed into his throat and let my weight do just that.  I
felt his throat opening up, stretching tightly around my cock as I sank all
the way in. I held there for a moment then lifted.  He quickly put his
hands around my butt, afraid I was going to pull out.  I didn't.  I shoved
back in and started fucking his throat.  I was surprised how easily he
seemed to be taking me.

On the other side of the bed, Luke had both his hands clasped around
Jesse's head forcing him down on his cock.  Jesse's choking went unnoticed
as the younger boy fucked upward into his throat. Aaron tilted me aside and
rolled me onto my back and got between my legs to continue sucking me.  At
out point I thought about suggesting that we trade but I didn't want to
interrupt Aaron.

"Godd, I love your cock," he whispered as he paused.

For sure, I couldn't interrupt him now. "I love what you're doing to my
cock," I said.

"I want you to cum," he said.

"Do you want it in your mouth?"

"Yes."

"Do you swallow?"

"If it's not too much," he said. "I swallow Luke's cum all the time."

"You won't know if it's too much till I start cumming," I said.

"I'll take it, no matter what," he said.

I was so thankful that I'd brought the two younger boys out to the camper
to sleep?.and to instruct my brother in the ways of man sex. I was even
happier that he was letting himself go.

Aaron got me close several times but it was a long time before he got me
off. For a kid he was an expert at edging me. When I was getting close
again-he sensed it-I didn't let him edge me. I put my hand on his head and
fucked upward into his throat.  He took his cue and sucked me vigorously.
He'd edged me so many time that when I did go off, I exploded. It surprised
him and he instinctively tried to raise up but I held his head secure in my
hands. He said he would take my load no matter what?.so be it.  I pumped
his mouth full of cum; I could feel my cock encased in the warm, thick
semen. When I was finished I continued to hold his head, waiting to see if
he would swallow.  I could feel him swallowing but they were dry swallows.

"You said you would take it," I reminded him.

He nodded.

"Do you not wanta do it?  It's okay," I said.

It was enough that he'd taken my tremendous load in his mouth; it was
something to show Jesse. Suddenly he choked and coughed and lost his hold
around my cock and I was suddenly flooded with my own cum. It cascaded down
my cock and ran down over my balls and in my pubes.

"I'm sorry," he wailed, wiping his mouth with his hand.  "I wanted to so
bad but there was so much of it. You shot ten times what Luke shoots. I
didn't know anybody could shoot so much."  He sounded like he was ready to
cry.

"Hey, it's okay," I said in a soothing voice. I reached up and took his
face in both hands and pulled down on top of me.  "It's okay, Aaron," I
murmured as I drew him into a kiss. It was a brief kiss, more a brushing of
lips.

"I'm sorry, Levi. I'll do it next time, I promise, if you'll let me suck
you again."

I laughed and kissed all over his face.  "Hey, don't worry about it, Little
Man, my cock is yours for the night."

Across the bed I was happily surprised to see Jesse and Luke in a
sixty-nine, Luke on top but Jesse being very loud in his exuberance.

Aaron spent literally hours sucking my cock and he made good on his
promise.  He made me get on top of him when I was getting close and made me
promise that when I shot my load I wouldn't move till he'd swallowed every
drop of it.  Not only that, he spent an inordinate amount of time licking
up my first load off my balls and out of my pubes and even out of my ass
crack. I told him he didn't have to do that but he said he owed me that.

My brother and I didn't trade the boys back and forth. But he and Luke
traded blowjobs in all kinds of position.  While Aaron was sleeping I
watched them sixty-nine each other again.  I was amazed to see Jesse deep
throating Luke's huge cock.  He told me later he was able to do it because
Luke had shot off his load and his cock deflated enough that it would fit
right into Jesse's throat. I didn't ask if he'd taken Luke's load in his
mouth or if he swallowed.

 I didn't get to suck Luke till next morning when we were in the shower
together. Luke was a very astute boy. He suggested that I swallow his cock
before he got completely hard. It was the only way I could swallow it. He
told me that's how Jesse took him all the way.

"Jesse said he got you off, in his mouth," I said.  "Did he swallow?"

"Most of it but then I kissed him and made him give some back to me."

"You know that was the first time Jesse had man sex?"

"No kidding!  Wow, he sure took to it," Luke said.



Next morning we opened the windows and door to air the place out while we
went inside to shower. Breakfast was under way but we really needed to
shower first.  With four of us we crowded into the shower two at a
time. Rested clean bodies responded to each other and there was as much
time having sex as showering.

My brother, Jesse, and I were in the shower together when Luke asked, "I
don't remember, did you brothers get it on last night?"

It was a ruse and we all knew it but Jesse went along with it.

"He never wants to do anything with me," he pouted.

"That's a lie," I said. "He pesters me every night till I fuck him to
sleep. He thinks I'm his own private stud.  I just wish he'd find a
boyfriend."

"He just wants me to find fresh meat to bring home for him to fuck," Jesse
said.

"Well, would you do us a favor and fuck? Brothers fucking is so hot," Aaron
said.

"Yeah, but instead of you fucking Jesse, let Jesse fuck you," Luke said to
me.

"Alright," I said. "But only if you fuck Jesse at the same time, that'll
give him a little more push to the thrust."

Then Luke blew the ruse.  "Levi told me last night was the first time you
ever had man sex, Jesse."

"Okay, it was," he admitted sheepishly.  "But it won't be the last."



















                            Epilogue Chapter Three



As Told by Brad;



Braden was helping Jason and I with the cleanup. Some of the others had
offered but it was too many in the kitchen.  But Braden had come out to
talk.

"I want to thank you both for welcoming Will and Luke," he said.

"And why wouldn't we?" Jason said.

"Well, I sort of threw you a curve, not telling you??"

"Just tell me one thing, where did you find that guy?" I asked.

"It's a tossup, who found who," he said.

"What I want to know is, do you share?" Jason asked.

Braden laughed.  "It's been known to happen."

"Brad kids me about how far I've come," Jason said.  "I would've come
around a lot farther a lot faster if Will had come along sooner.  I'm not
embarrassed to say, I've never seen a more perfectly put together male in
my life.  He's stunning."

"Yes, he is," Braden agreed.  He laughed.  "Our good Father Colby said if
he'd met Will sooner, he probably wouldn't have gone into the
priesthood. I'll mention that you're interested," Braden said with a sly
grin.

"With emphasis, please," Jason said.

"Tell him Jason's drooling," I joked.

"I should warn you, he's like a panther in bed."

"I would expect him to be," Jason said.

"More so than you'd be expecting."  To Jason's curious grin, Braden took a
steel ruler out of the utility drawer where he'd been putting the carving
tools as he dried them and laid it on the counter.  "He'll cover that," he
said.

Jason and I gaped at the foot ruler then at each other.

"Are you fuckin' shittin' me!" Jason said.

"No, sir.  And then some on a good day," Braden replied.  "Just thought you
should know."

Nolan came in from the outside and got the pitcher of water out of the
fridge. "So, good job, Braden, landing that chocolate stud," he said.

"You didn't do so bad with your college boy," Braden said. "And a younger
brother thrown in for good measure."

"Yeah, it was a two-fer.  So, you're in sales; what does your man do?'

"He's a commercial artist, branches off in photography. He's also a model,
does runway and print. His son is breaking into that field."

Jason said, "I wonder how long it'll be before young Will teams up with his
dad as an escort."

"Oh, really, he's an escort.  We gotta talk shop," Nolan said.

"You, too? Is that full time or do you have a day job?" Braden asked
jokingly.

"Construction is my day job. And a little modeling for art classes at the
college.  I also coach pony league," Nolan said.

"Jackoff of all trades," Jason joked.

"I know you've got the body for it but how did you break into modeling?" I
asked.

"Working on a highway construction job.  You know how the cars have to wait
for oncoming traffic; well they'd started creeping by the site and this guy
stopped and handed me a piece of paper with a name and phone number on it,
said he could set me up with some extra work. I called him, out of
curiosity. Turns out he was an art instructor at the college, looking for
models for his classes. He taught photography, sculpturing, drawing,
painting, the works. I figured what the hell; I went for an interview. He
hired me on the spot."

"After?" Jason asked.

"After what?" Nolan asked.

"You didn't just walk in and get hired."

"Well after he had me to take off my shirt he asked if I'd be willing to
pose nude. You know me; I never had any modesty.  He happened to have a
class coming up so I found myself standing naked on a little platform in
front of a dozen or so students doing charcoal drawings.  That's how I met
Levi; he was in that class.  He and I later posed together for a
photography class."

"And the escort thing?" I asked.

"The professor set me up for that, too. Said he had friends who would
gladly pay for private sessions.  Dumb me, I thought he meant private
modeling."

"There's a ton of shit you're not telling us but I definitely wanta hear
about coaching pony league," Braden said "Those are sixteen, seventeen year
old boys, right?"

"In their prime," Nolan said with a wide grin.



As Told by Nolan



Most of them are driving so they've got some independence. I could write a
book, but I'll tell you about two of 'em; Kelly and Dale. Standout
athletes, both of 'em hot as fuck. Been friends since first grade, even
calling each other fuck-buddy, but they weren't fucking each other; it was
just how they talked trash to each other.  First day, passing out uniforms.
The league furnishes the uniforms and balls but nothing else; no cleats,
gloves, bats, cups, jockstraps, that sort of thing. I've got the boys in
the dugout trying on uniforms when I see a big, badass SUV/pickup pull up
downfield.  Two guys get out and I wonder what they're doing there; they
look like college guys from that distance. Maybe they're older brothers, or
maybe they're looking for jobs as umpires. They cut across the field and
come into the dugout and introduce themselves. I'm still confused, them
looking like they do, especially Kelly; he's bulging out of his T-shirt.  I
check my roster and sure enough their names are on it.  Okay, they're not
college, they're mine.  I eyeball them and hand them each a uniform.  I can
see the younger boys watching them, looking a little agog when Kelly peels
off his T-shirt.  Geezuss! He's got muscles in his shit. He's even got hair
on his chest.  I never saw a seventeen-year-old look like that and I almost
asked him to show some ID.  But he was on the roster as a player and he was
there so he was already registered. Dale's no slouch. He's built to attract
attention but he's more smooth; just a nice treasure trail down his
stomach. Then they both shuck their jeans. I almost had to blow my whistle
to get the other boys' attention.  Dale's wearing the tiniest briefs I ever
saw but Kelly out did him in a lace-up jockstrap like I never seen before.
He was bulging out of it. This is all just background; I'll get to the good
stuff. Suffice to say I had no idea what I was getting myself into.

Kelly is elected captain of the team, of course. The other boys idolize him
and I depend on him.  He can put the boys through their paces like a bunch
of circus ponies. I have to say he had as much to do with our winning
streak as I did. Then one day after a game I'm gathering up the gear and
stuff that the boys left laying around the dugout and I see Kelly's SUV
parked downfield on the other team's side of the ball field. Maybe
something's wrong; I head down that way.  Getting closer I can see he's
turned in the seat with his driver's side door open A little closer, he
turns straight in the seat and I see someone, a player from the other team,
appear around the front of the SUV.  He can't avoid me and we pass each
other along the fence; he's got his head down and he's wiping his mouth
with the back of his hand. Didn't take much to figure out what was going on
in the SUV. I'm surprised and I'm not. Not hard to figure Kelly would
attract that kind of attention but fuck, right out in the open like that? I
walk around to the driver's side, to the open window. His baseball pants
are only half done up. No sense mincing words.



"You guys need to take it back to the woods," I said.  "This is too open,
some little kids might see you."



"He's no little kid; he's my age," he said.



"It's still too out in the open."



"Yes, sir."



"You gotta admit, it was pretty damned bold, Kelly. Is anything like this
going on with anybody else on the team?"



He laughed, rolling his eyes. "I wouldn't say if I knew, not by name."



"There is, then."



"Coach, it's been going on since I was one of the little kids, so yeah,
it's going on.  Hell, one of our boys is getting it from one of the other
coaches as we speak."



"The coach of the team we played today?"



"Yeah."



"How do they get hooked up? How'd you get hooked up with that boy?"



"Didn't take much; I bet him I could hit a line drive right past him."



"You did that twice," I said.



"Yeah, he owes me another blowjob.  You asked how they get hooked up?
Various ways.  An uncle of one of the boys drives some of them home after
practice.  Only he drives out in the country and gives them all blowjobs
before he takes them home. It's an after-game party somewhere, Coach, after
every game."  He laughed again.  "Shit, Coach, one of the moms who gathers
up the little darlings to take them home, takes them to her house and fucks
their brains out. There's more sex going on than base hits, RBIs or home
runs combined."



"Geezuss, I had no idea."



"Most people don't," he said.  "Just those under the radar."



"Going on for so long, so many involved, it sounds like it's a cultural
thing," I said.



"Been going on since I can remember.  But I wasn't in on it as early as
some of the boys today.  I knew it but I didn't.  I guess I was afraid to
know it.  But then I grew up. Hell, Coach, there was an end-of-season party
last year where the coaches had a cookout and invited just the players, no
parents. No parents, but they invited a couple of girls.  While they were
grilling and eating, we players were taking turns going inside to fuck the
girls. It wasn't our coach who had the party but I got invited because I've
got a big cock."



I felt my face flush warm at the mention of his cock but managed to slide
past it. "I'm amazed it hasn't been exposed," I said.



"Nobody wants to ruin a good thing," he said. "Hey, Coach, do you wanta get
in on it?"



It was my turn to laugh.  "I can't believe one of my players is inviting me
into a baseball sex club.  I would've thought it would be one of the
coaches."



"No, no, it's always a player, never a coach. That's a cardinal rule.
About the only rule," he added, laughing, "except the one that nobody ever
says anything."



"If this ever blows up??," I said.



"It won't," he said.  "Too many boys, coaches, uncles, moms?. that's the
beauty of it, it's too big to fail.  So, do you want in? I know some boys
who would like to see you be part of it.  They think you're hot."



"Oh, Really!"



"Yeah. My buddy, Dale, for one.  Me too, for that matter."



"Where is Dale? You guys always come together."



"He went off with one of the other coaches. I think he's going to lose his
virginity. He sure hopes so," he said, laughing. "He said he would tell me
all about it." He paused, still groping.  "Of course, there's an initiation
for new guys," he added with a sly grin and I could see him groping the
front of his uniform pants.



"What kind of initiation?"



"Well, if I bringing you in, you'd have to suck my cock."



"Is that out of the rule book, or is that your own personal rule?" I asked.



"Either way, no blowjob, no admittance," he said with a shrug.



I wasn't boned up but my cock was fluffed up and tingling; had been for
over a half hour. Had been since he walked onto the field that first day. I
couldn't believe this teenage stud was offering himself to me so openly.  I
did think about it for a moment, considering that he could be bullshitting
me about the whole sex club thing, and once he drew me in he could have me
by the balls. Coach seducing a young ball player; I could spend the rest of
my tenure coaching with my head between his legs.  But I believed him. And
I wanted him. Godd, how I wanted him.

I looked all around. Mine was the only other vehicle in sight.



"We don't have to go to the woods, Coach.  Right here's fine," he said as
he reached for the door handle.



I moved back to let him open the door and he turned in the seat, facing me,
with one foot on the running board. The bulge in his pants made my mouth
water.



"Once you get past me, Coach, there's all the young, hard cock you can
handle, waiting to be done. Ass, too.  Some of the boys like to be fucked."



"What made you think I'd wanta be in on something like this?" I asked.



"After a while you get an eye for it, you know what to watch for," he said.



"And? What did you see that gave me away?"



"The way you looked at me and Dale when we showed up for that first
practice.  The way you watch the boys. Like when they're going up to bat
your eyes are glued to their butts."



"I'll have to watch that," I said.



I don't know how my legs held me up as long as they did. When he started
unbuttoning his uniform pants my legs gave way and I went to my knees on
the ground. He chuckled and slid down out of the truck to stand in front of
me, his pants open now, exposing that damned, sexy lace-up jockstrap with
his cock poking out of the waist. I whimpered with raw lust as I closed my
mouth over the exposed man meat. He put his hand around my head, pressing
my mouth hard against his cockhead.  I breathed in the wonderful male musk
from his crotch as I began licking up his precum.



"Fuck, Coach, you don't know how long I've dreamed of this moment."



I looked up at him with adoring eyes, raking over the bulging muscle bricks
of his hard abs, following the dark treasure trail to his thick, broad
chest. His turgid nipples stood out, so inviting, and I found my strength
to stand up and kiss his chest.



"Aww, yeah, Coach, I love it," he murmured.



I sucked each nipple, back and forth till they were hard then I kissed all
across his chest muscles and even into his hairy armpits. He was such a man
for a seventeen year old.



"I've wanted to follow this treasure trail since I first saw you without
your shirt," I said as I began kissing back down his stomach."



"Wish you hadn't waited so long," he said.



While I was up top he had unlaced his jockstrap and laid it open so his
cock and balls were freed.  His cock stuck out an incredible length.



"Geezuss! This is not your normal seventeen-year-old cock," I said as I
stroked it.



"I had two growth spurts. First when I was fifteen, then again this
summer."



"How big is this thing?"



"Just at nine inches," he said.



"And you've got a couple more year of growth ahead of you," I said.
"You're gonna be a horse."



"Well, my dad is a horse, I've got that going for me."



"When can I meet your dad?" I joked.



His cock was throbbing so hard it must have ached.  I did my best to
relieve the ache.  I went down on him and sucked him with the reverence
that a cock that size deserves. He was grateful, by his soft moans and
groans. I did my best to take him all the way and he did his best to urge
me down on it but with his cock's upward curve I couldn't manage it in that
position.  His hard, round butt in my hands felt as awesome as his cock and
a lot of the drool I was producing was my mouth watering for want of it.  I
gave his magnificent cock its due before I let it go and urged him to turn
around.



"What're you going to do?" he asked over his shoulder.



"I'll show you."  I kneaded the firm muscles of his butt, pulling them
apart to expose the hairy crevice.  Then I buried my face in them, lashing
at his hole with my tongue.



"AAwwwhhhhhh!" he cried out.  "Awww, Kreerist, Coach!  Nobody's ever done
that before!"



"You need to find new friends," I murmured as I kept licking his asshole.



"Fuck, I didn't know I even had feelings in my ass," he groaned.



I worked his slick hole with my fingers, probing and stretching it open
till I was able to get my tongue way up inside him. I thought he was going
to climb over the truck.  He was breathless by the time I eased up and
turned him around again to take his cock.



"Damn, Coach, you got my asshole twitching."



"It's called begging," I joked as I began licking up the precum running
down his cock.  "Godd, you are gorgeous," I said.



"Don't embarrass me," he said.  "Godd, this feels so good; the best I've
ever had of anybody who's ever sucked me."



He was, by far, one of the finest young cocks I'd ever gotten hold of, too,
and I strived to do him justice.



"Coach?.can I ask you something?" he said in a low, husky tone.



"Anything," I said.



"Would you wanta fuck me?"



I was stunned to silence.  I couldn't have guessed in a million years that
I would hear those words coming out of this young stud's mouth.



"If I'm hearing you right?.yes. Hell, yes," I said. "But I can't believe
you're asking me that."



"Well, Dale and I always talked about it would be us popping each other's
cherry when the time came but the truth is, we've never done anything
together.  We've been together with other guys having sex but never between
us.  I've been sort of expecting it to happen; I've been flushing out just
about every day I know we're gonna be together.  Now he's gone off to get
fucked and give up his virginity and I don't want him to come back with
that over me.  I wanta be able to tell him I'm not a virgin anymore
either. And the way you've got my ass twitching, I'm ready."



I felt like I was having a meltdown inside just over the prospect of
fucking this gorgeous teenage stud. I wasn't sure when he meant to do it.



"Yes, I'd be privileged to take your virginity; do you have a time and
place in mind?"



"Yes, here?.now."



I looked all around, fearful.  We were alone in the ball park but still out
in the open and somebody could come driving in at any moment.



"Do you wanta take it back to the woods?" I asked.



"No, right here.  I like the risk factor; it really turns me on. You've got
me so ready, Coach, eating my ass like that.  All you gotta do is lube up
your cock and shove it in."



"Alright, do you wanta lay across the seat?"



"No, I want it more rugged than that.  Like, slam me up against the side of
the truck bed and hammer me."



"You're a virgin, Kelly, it's gonna hurt some."



"If it does, it'll be a good hurt, 'cause I want it," he said.



I was surprised that a kid his age would be asking for it that way but I
thought perhaps he was wanting it hard and rough to preserve his manhood,
not wanting his ass to be considered a pussy.  Nervous as I was, I was glad
to oblige.

I turned him around and pushed him against the side of the truck bed and
did a full body press against him, my cock laid in the crack of his ass to
remind him how big I was and maybe give him a chance to reconsider. He
pressed his butt back against me and clenched the muscles hard against my
cock.  So much for reconsidering.  I slicked up my cock and buried the head
between his taut buns. He jutted his ass back, spreading them for me.  I
pulled his hips back, opening his crack even wider and set the head of my
cock firmly against his hole.



"Last chance to change your mind," I said.



"No fuckin' way," he said. "I'm imaging Dale getting it about now from one
of the other coaches and he's not gonna have that over me."



He held his ground as I pushed against his hole.  He let out a little gasp
of surprise when I pushed through but still didn't pull away even one inch.
Fuck, he was tight!!  I didn't slam into him; I slowly impaled him,
watching his tight asshole clench and swallow my cock inch by inch.



"Fuckin' deep," he murmured.



"Gonna go deeper," I warned. "But it's too late to change your mind.



"I said no fuckin' way."



When I was all the way in he pushed back and twisted his butt against my
loins, settling in on my cock.



"Fuck, that's a lot of cock!" he exclaimed. "Bet Dale's not getting it like
this."



"He might be; they're probably taking turns," I said.  "What do you think,
stud, are you not a virgin anymore, or do I have to fuck it out of you."



"Nobody could still be a virgin with that much cock buried and throbbing in
his ass, but just to be sure, you'd better fuck it out of me."



I loved this kid!  I fucked him hard, admittedly, almost to the point of
brutalizing him but his only complaint was "more" and "harder" and "fuck my
eyeballs out."



"No, you keep your eyes open," I said as I clawed at his jock-buzzed hair.
"We don't wanta get caught doing this."  I obliged him as best I could. It
turned into a fuck frenzy. I turned him around and pushed him back against
the truck. He spread his arms across the edge of the truck bed for support
as I grabbed his legs and wrapped them around my hips.  I slammed into him
this time and resumed fucking him.



"I can't keep watch this way," he groaned.



"I can," I said.  I fucked him like he was a rag doll while he hung on for
dear life, his head lolling around and banging back against the edge of the
truck bed.



"Please, Coach?.the other way," he begged in a whimpering moan.  "Stand me
down like before."



I stood him down and turned him around and slammed my cock in him again,
hard this time, pushing him up against the truck and I lost my visual
concentration.



"Coach!" he cried out.  "Coach, there's a pickup coming this way!"



I paused but I didn't pull out. I waited for a long, crucial ten seconds or
so, tensed to jerk my cock fee, but then the truck turned.



"It's okay, he turned on the side road," Kelly said.



I was relived but I turned loose everything I had on the teenage god. We
couldn't take that chance again. I fucked him to cum. I reached round and
grabbed hold of his cock to get him off, too.  I couldn't remember when I'd
fucked so hard. My butt and stomach muscles were aching and my legs were
shaking. Suddenly Kelly let out a wailing moan that could've been heard
across the county.



"Coach, I'm cummin'!" he cried, tossing his head back.  "Ohh, Godd?.Oh,
Godd?.Oh, Godd,?.fuck me?.fuck me, Coach, I'm gonna cum!"



I switched my concentration to his climax; mine would follow in due time.
Seconds later I felt his cock bolt and bulge in my fist and then felt the
powerful surge of cum gushing through the hard meat. The stuff shot out
against the side of the truck with loud thuds. I never let up. I fucked him
so hard that his legs collapsed and he lost his grip on the edge of the
truck bed. Still clawing for support, his face slid down the side of the
truck, through the mess of semen he'd deposited there. I went down with
him. I couldn't let him go?.I was cumming, too.  I held him bent in half
while I finished fucking myself to climax and my legs were barely holding
me up.  I'd never fucked to such total exhaustion before.  I let go of him
and he fell to an awkward, crumpled mass of muscle in the grass.  I
stumbled around to rest against the running board.  Both of us were gasping
for air.

Suddenly I realized we were both down where we could not see the road
leading back to the ball park.  I forced myself to my feet, saw that the
coast was still clear, then I helped Kelly to his feet.



"Holy shit, Coach, you damn near did fuck my brains out," he said as he
fumbled with his clothes.  "Geezusss!  Is that all mine?" he said when he
saw the mess of cum on the side of the SUV.



"Must be, mine's in your ass," I said.



When we had our clothes adjusted he climbed back in the SUV.  "Hop in, I'll
give you a lift to your vehicle," he said.



I got in and he drove us to my truck.



"How about it, did I nail your virginity?" I asked.



"Fuck, I can't even remember what it felt like," he said.  "I hope we can
do this again, Coach."



"Any time you feel the itch, Pony Boy," I said.



Kelly and Dale compared notes and I started fucking Dale as well.



"What about the initiation?" Braden asked.  "Kelly said you'd have to go
through an initiation."

"Ah, that.  Let's save it for later," he said with a grin.







































                            Epilogue Chapter Four



As told by Brad:



Jason was anxious and nervous as we were undressing for bed. So was I, but
it was funny to see him acting the way he was.

"Geezuss, Jason, you're acting like a high school boy about to get his
first piece of ass."

"I can't get the image of that foot ruler out of my mind."  Then, "Do you
think he'll actually come?"

"I don't know, that'll be between him and Braden," I said. "But I certainly
hope so; you know how I love chocolate."

"I saw him taking a piss," Jason said.  "He's hung like one of our
stallions. Then when Braden hauled out that foot ruler?.well, I've been
drooling ever since."

"I've created a monster," I joked.

"You've created a slut," Jason said.

Moments later there was a light tap at the door as it was being opened.

"Come in," Jason said quietly, half raising up.

"I've been told I might sleep in here," Will said as he closed the door
behind him. "If there's room," he added.

We'd left the dresser lamp on low and the light was perfect on the man's
perfect body, clad in only a tiny pair of white briefs.

"We'll make room," I said.

"My Godd!" Jason whispered under his breath as we watched Will move toward
the bed with cat like grace. He stood beside the bed near Jason's shoulder.

"Tell me where," Will said.

Jason reached out and hefted the heavy pouch of Will's briefs. "I wasn't
sure I believed what I saw in the barn when you were taking a piss," he
said.  "Do me a favor.  Go back to the door and take off your briefs and
walk back again."

"All right," Will said with a bewildered look.

Will went back to the door and pulled his briefs down, bending over to take
them off.  It was my turn to gasp.

"Holy shit!" I said softly, my eyes fixed on his perfectly shaped butt.

He turned around, holding the briefs by his thumb and forefinger, and
walked back to the bed. His massive cock swung majestically from side to
side, tapping lightly against his thighs.

"Do you ever model briefs like that?" I asked.

"Yes."

"They must sell out fast," Jason said.

He was standing by the side of the bed again, his huge cock hung out over
Jason's shoulder. I held my breath, waiting to see what Jason would do. He
wasn't often what we called the "bottom aggressor."  Jason took the huge
cock in his hand, hefting its weight.  Then he let it lay across his
palm. I leaned over Jason to heft the man's balls.  They were heavy and
smooth textured; they reminded me of our stallions.

"It's good of Braden to give you up for the night," I said.

"He said it would give us a chance to get better acquainted," Will said.

"We taught him to share what he has to share," I said.

"There's a lot to get acquainted with here," Jason said as he hefted the
massive hunk of dark man meat.

 "Truth is, I was hoping to get better acquainted with you both. In my
profession I don't get to meet what I call real men."

I was still leaned over Jason playing with Will's balls and back behind
them.

Will lifted his cock and smacked it in Jason's hand till Jason wrapped his
fingers around it and guided it to my mouth. It was the biggest cock I'd
ever gotten hold of.  Not yet hard, I was able to gulp it into my throat
and take him all the way in.  He was impressed with that.

"Ohh, Geezuss!" he gasped.  "Not many guys can do that."

I held him like that while his cock snaked deeper and expanded my throat.
When he began to stiffen I began to suck him.

Jason kicked the sheet down to his ankles, exposing both of us and our hard
cocks.  Will reached down for his and began stroking it while he watched me
swallowing his cock. I sucked him slowly, almost with a reverence for a
long moment then he backed away, letting Jason stroke the magnificent cock.

"This has got to be the most perfect, most beautiful hunk of man-meat I've
ever seen.  No offense," he added, looking at me.

"No offense taken.  I agree," I said.

Jason patted the bed between us and Will stepped over him and lay between
us.  We were all over him. Not like hungry wolves, but there wasn't any
waiting and taking turns.  We both wanted him.  And we both took him. We
started with his broad, thick chest, kissing and suckling on his nipples,
and moved down his flat, solid stomach. We were truly in the presence of
God's perfection. His cock was suspended up over his abs at an angle,
throbbing and bobbing up and down.  It reached nearly to his chest. Jason
held it up out of the way and we kissed around it, down to his heavy,
oversized balls.  Working together, we each took one in our mouth.  Will
loved that as we played tug-of-war with them. He put his hands on our heads
and pressed our faces harder into his crotch

When we finished there we licked our way up the shaft of his cock, one on
each side.  We lashed the underside of the head with our tongues, causing
it to quiver violently.

"Please, one of you take it," Will begged.

Knowing Jason wanted him so bad, I pushed it toward him. He devoured it, as
much as he could.  I smiled at his brave attempts, knowing I could do a
much better job at deep throat. He knew it too and he tilted it to
me. Gradually, I went all the way down.  My eyes watered but I held on for
a long moment.

"Godd, yess!" Jason murmured.  "I wish I could do that, especially at times
like this."

I gave it back to him. "Give it another try.  You gotta want it," I told
him.

"Godd, how I want to do it justice," he said.

Will rose up and climbed off the bed.  Without a word he pulled Jason
across the bed with his head and shoulders hanging over the edge for the
mattress. Then he stood astraddle his head with his cock lolling out over
Jason's face.

"Tell me how bad you want it," he asked as he held Jason's head in his
hands.

"Aww, fuck?.so bad," Jason moaned.

"Then let's do it," Will said. He laid the head of his cock on Jason's
tongue.  "No turning back," he said.

"No turning back," Jason agreed.  "Whatever it takes."

It was sort of comical, seeing this tough Navy SEAL Marine acting so
brave. Will started pushing in and I could tell when he pushed into Jason's
throat.  He grunted and his eyes got wider.  And wider, and his grunt
turned into a guttural groan as Will slowly buried his massive cock all the
way in till his balls were draped over Jason's forehead.

I reached up to caress his throat. I could feel Will's cock
throbbing. "Hold on, stud, you're doing great," I cooed. I kept massaging
his throat as Will began to move his cock back and forth. When Jason
reached up and clasped his hands around Will's butt, I moved down to take
Jason's cock in my mouth. Wrong thing to do.  He choked with surprise and
pushed Will's hips back.

"Fuck, I was doing so good," Jason growled, wiping his mouth as he rose up.

"You did great," Will told him. "You're now a member of the foot long
club."

"Is it really twelve inches?" Jason asked.  "It looks like it is but
Geezuss, a twelve inch cock."

"We can lay it on a foot ruler if you've got one," Will said.

"Can I ask you something personal?" Jason said.

Will laughed.  "You just had my cock in your throat, how much more personal
can we get?"

"Is your son, Luke, hung like you are?"

"Well, not yet, but the potential is there.  From all locker room reports,
Aaron likes to brag that Luke is the biggest boy in his school. I can
attest that he's bigger than most men I've met."

Jason motioned for Will to take his place between us on the bed and we went
to work on him again.

"Do you make back door deliveries?" Jason asked out of the blue.

"Absolutely," Will said.

Jason looked over at me.  "Why don't you ride him and then see if you can
take us both."

"You gotta be kidding!" I said as I was already raising up to get on top of
him.

Jason got the lube out of the nightstand and lubed up my ass then Will's
cock.  Then he guided his cock to my hole and clasped my hips to pull me
down on it.

"Ohh, my Godd!" I moaned softly as the massive meat drove up inside
me. "Ohhhhhh!  OHhhh, fuck!" I cried out as it shoved up through a tight
space and penetrated me where no man had ever gone before. I thought of the
kid we'd met in San Diego. I felt lightheaded and the last inches made me
see stars. "Oh, my Godd, I don't know where it went but?."  I felt Jason's
cock at my hole.

"You ready for some white meat?" he asked.

"I'm seeing stars already," I said.

Jason climbed on and worked his cock in on top of or alongside Will's huge
meat, as adept as any time he'd ever penetrated me. His thick cock
burrowing into me made it hard to breath.  When he was in, he said, "Let's
fuck him."

When they began moving in tandem, it was so intense that I was unable to
cry out.  I dropped my head and found Will's mouth over mine and he brought
us into a hard kiss that overwhelmed me.  His full lips felt wonderful and
his tongue had such a soft, pliable feel. I was amazed how easily I'd taken
both of their cocks. They fucked both at the same time, then alternated
like two pistons.  I felt my head spinning and the tiny stars dancing on my
eyelids were like little explosions, getting bigger and bigger before
everything faded to black. I drifted in and out of the lust crazed fog,
whimpering from the mounting pleasure.  I could hardly stand it. Then I
felt myself drifting off to a place I couldn't come back from.  I tried but
the pleasure was too great and it kept lifting me higher and higher.  I
heard myself cry out in raw, animal like lust..

I didn't just come awake in the middle of the night, I came back in a hard
spin that made me dizzy.  I sat up and looked all around.

"You okay?" Jason whispered, rubbing his hand across my chest. I was damp
with sweat. I was suddenly back and remembering. We were alone in the bed.

"What the fuck happened?"

"We fucked you out of your ever lovin' mind," Jason said.

"Where's Will?"

Jason laughed.  "His work was finished, he said."

"My Godd, I've never been fucked like that in my life," I said.

"Me either."

"He nailed you, too?"

"Yes. We thought we'd better ease up on you and he fucked me. He found
something so deep inside me, I almost went bonkers myself. It's the deepest
I've ever been fucked."

"Me too. I think I hate Braden," I said.

"Yeah, he's got that huge fuck stick any time he wants."

"I hope Will hasn't ruined us for each other," I said.

"I thought of that," Jason said.  "I'm going to get us one of those
yard-long, double-headed dildos."

I knew he was serious and it sent a chill through me.  He cuddled against
me then and held me in a tight spoon.  "We better get some sleep; we're
having company tomorrow."





















































Third to arrive (on Wednesday)

Colby, 32.



                            Epilogue Chapter Five



I thought later that there should have been a chronicler to record all the
hookups in great detail but many of them became known as the weekend wore
on. One for certain that I knew of first hand was Nolan and Jason. They
hooked up for old time's sake.  They didn't waste any time.  Nolan took
Jason out to show him the camper and it was over two hours before they came
back in.  Nobody asked questions. Everybody knew the answers.



Colby arrived in an old beat-up pickup. It was Father Colby now. We had not
been able to go to his ordination and this was the first time to see him as
a priest and it was both heartwarming and jaw dropping.

"Well, son-of-a-bitch, would you look at that! We've got our own priest,"
Jason said, watching from the window as he alighted from the beat up old
truck.

"I don't think you're supposed to put son-of-a-bitch and priest in the same
sentence," I said.

We waited for him and Braden to greet each other before we went out to
greet him.  Remembering when they'd come to us, we knew the tight bond
between them. That night they shared a room. Things worked out because that
freed Will up to spend the night with Jason and me again.





As Told by Braden and Colby:



Colby and I shared our old room, minus any extra boys. We'd undressed
together countless times but it was odd, now, watching Colby removing his
priestly garb. I lingered behind in undressing, waiting to see if he would
sleep naked.  When he took off his shorts, I did too and we crawled in the
bottom bunk together. It was crowded but we didn't mind.  I told myself I
was sleeping with a priest, but this was Colby, my old friend.

"I'm proud of you, Colby, but I miss our times together."

"Yes, seeing you again, it's nice to reminisce."

"Was there any of that going on in the seminary?"

"More than they'd like to admit."

"And now that you're out?"

"No. Only twice, early on, shortly after I became a priest."

"Altar boys?"

"No. One was a college boy. ROTC. He came to confession in uniform. That
was my downfall?.or his, whichever way you want to look at it. The other
one was a high school boy."

"In the confessional?" I asked, surprised.

"Yes. But confessions had ended. The ROTC guy was the last one and when I
left the confessional I found him in the back pew saying his penance. I
spoke and asked him if he was okay. He said he'd expected more in the way
of counseling. He had confessed to having sex with a fellow ROTC; the other
guy had initiated it but he was complacent by his consent. I was taken
aback; it was the first time I'd been told that I'd let someone down."



'You don't recognize me, do you?" he said.



"I'm afraid I don't."



"I'm Eric Brown.  I heard you'd become a priest?.from Ron Whitehall."



I know I was visibly surprised, and a bit shaken to hear the name Ron
Whitehall; he was the high school boy.  The Eric Brown I remembered from
high school was a total nerd; skinny, shy and awkward, zits. He was totally
transformed, brimming with confidence, flawless skin and the way he filled
out his uniform was almost criminal.



"Well, damn, Eric, what happened to you?"



He laughed softly.  "I get that a lot."



"Well, would you like to have a do-over?" I asked, motioning to the
confessional.



"If you have the time."



"Of course, we need to get it right," I said.



I had a feeling this wasn't going to be a re-run of his confession, or more
counseling.  He followed me back into the confessional and I heard the
click of the lock. I laid aside my alb and stole and sat down. Eric came
around to my side of the screen and stood in front of me.



"You said it could have been compounded if I'd been the one to pursue and
initiate it," he said.



I didn't have to be reminded of what I'd said.



"Is this initiating it?" he asked as he began unbuttoning his jacket.



I was hesitant only till his jacket was opened.



"No, I take that responsibility. I invited you back in the confessional," I
said as I reached for his shiny belt buckle.



 I didn't know if it made a difference that he was fully cooperating but at
that moment it didn't matter.  While he shed his jacket and shirt, I undid
his pants.  I helped him off with his pants and shoes and he laid his
clothes over the kneeling bench behind him.  When he was down to his
T-shirt and briefs he started to shove his briefs down but I stopped him. I
ran my hand up under his shirt, feeling his smooth, hard muscles and he
peeled the shirt off.  That in itself was a beautiful sight. If there was
any trace of doubt about what I was doing, him taking off his shirt erased
them.  I wrapped my arms around his butt and pressed my face into his
shorts against the warm, meaty bulge of his shorts. I could feel the
pulsations expanding his cock. He felt big and I was afraid I might not be
able to take him and I wanted to so bad.  I remembered being taught by a
young priest in the seminary how to handle an oversized cock. I tugged the
front of his shorts down and his cock swung out like a huge sausage, bigger
than any I'd seen or encountered in seminary. I remembered the lesson and
quickly sucked the thick cock into my mouth. Open your throat, the priest
had instructed. You have to want it; open your throat and pull it into your
throat.  Once you have it through the opening the rest is easy."

I used all the suction I could to pull the head through the opening of my
throat. His soft groan encouraged me and I began to work his cock
deeper. He was hardening but he assisted by wrapping his hands round the
back of my head and pushing his cock deeper. All I had to do was not resist
and try to control my gag reflex. Together we prevailed and before I knew
it my face was being pressed hard against his pubes, my chin against his
heavy balls and I was trying not to choke on his big cock.  To say I was in
heaven would be a sacrilege but perhaps there is more than one heaven.  He
held me like that as his cock pulsed and throbbed to a total hardon, then
he eased back and started fucking my throat. He held my head and used my
mouth and throat like a pussy; I was sure he had plenty of experience with
that. He face fucked me for several minutes before he pulled back.  His
cock swung up like a steel spring, slick and quivering.



"I gotta stop, I was getting too close and I don't wanta cum yet," he
gasped.



I didn't want him to either. While he let himself down from the summit I
leaned in and nuzzled my face into his balls. I licked and kissed them and
he cupped them and lifted them up for my hungry mouth.  I licked under them
and he spread his legs wider for me. I was thrilled when my tongue touched
the crack of his ass and I lapped at it like a hungry puppy.  He cocked one
foot up on the arm of my chair to give me free rein.  I leaned in and
crooked my neck so I could explore more. I was heady with excitement and I
was soon twisted around so that I nearly tumbled out of my chair.



I drew back and said, "Turn around."



"Yess," he hissed and turned around so his butt was in my face.



I began kissing his beautiful, firm ass, dragging my tongue up the crack
and he reached back to pull his butt apart for me.  I was almost shaking
with excitement as I found his hole and began flicking it with my tongue.
He squealed with excitement and I could see his legs were shaking.

He shoved his clothes off the kneeling bench and pulled it back and bent
over it.  I went to work on his ass.  I couldn't believe what I was doing
but I was so excited I was groaning and gasping. I couldn't get enough of
his ass. I pulled his hole open and saw the inner muscles clenching,
inviting me. I drove my tongue inside him and heard him stifle an outcry.
His reaction emboldened me to try a finger.  He let me, even squirming back
on my finger. I was surprised how easily I penetrated him. His ass was so
hot and alive.  I was even more happily surprised at his outcry when I
touched a certain spot inside him; something alive and palpitating. I
focused on the spot and it sent him into ecstasy. He clung to the kneeling
bench like a life preserver.



"Oh, Godd, Father, don't stop! Please don't stop!"



I didn't stop.  I added a second finger. Then a third.



"You can fuck me, Father," he said in a desperate voice over his
shoulder. "Fuck me with your cock."



I was stunned. I honestly hadn't thought that far ahead but my cock was
certainly at the ready under my robe. With one hand I opened my robe and
undid my pants.  All the while the boy was squirming around on my hand. I
stood up behind him and wet my cock with spit.  I was nearly shaking as I
set the head of my cock against his gaping hole.

It was like an out of body experience as I penetrated his ass with my
burgeoning cock. His ass was so alive and hot that it made me light headed
the way it gripped my cock. I clasped his hips and fucked him.



"Ohhh, yesss!  Yess, father, fuck me?.fuck me," he whimpered.



I had to fight to keep my legs from collapsing under me. My mouth was
watering at the mere sight of his glorious ass spread open for me, and
watching the twin muscles flex as he pulled and thrust on my cock.  I was
mesmerized by our juncture and I didn't know how anything could feel so
incredible.

I didn't know how long I fucked him, or he fucked me, for my body was like
a machine, being offered for the boy's pleasure. He was doing all of the
work.  Suddenly he pulled away from me and my cock popped free, slick and
throbbing angrily.



"I'm gonna cum!" he announced as he straightened and turned around with a
death grip on his cock.



I was in a turmoil, having been torn from the pleasure I was having, but he
shoved his thumb in my mouth to pry it open and I knew instinctively to
open my mouth.  He shoved his cock in my mouth and gave me several deep
throat thrusts then pulled back with just the head in my mouth. He jacked
his cock unmercifully over my wagging tongue. Suddenly his cock exploded,
sending thick ropes of semen blasting against the back of my throat. He
quickly covered my tongue and I got the full taste of him, like tiny flavor
buds bursting on my tongue.  He filled my gaping mouth till the stuff was
running out the corners of my mouth. As he began to wind down he shoved his
cock in my mouth and down my throat.  I milked his cock with my throat
muscles.  As he pulled back I clasped my lips around the wide girth and
drained him.

He stumbled back with his butt resting on the kneeling bench, gasping for
air while I savored the taste of him.  Finally, I swallowed in several
gulps to get it all down.



"That is so hot," he said.



He was finished and started getting dressed when he realized I hadn't gone
off.



"I can jack you off if you want me to, Father," he offered.  "I owe you
that much."



"No, it'll be all right," I said.



I had the weird, perverted notion that if I didn't shoot my load the act
had not been fully consummated. I wasn't sure what that got me but it was
something to hang my hat on.



"Do I need to go to confession again, Father?" he asked.



"No."



Fully dressed, he thanked me and left.  I sat there for a long time
contemplating what I'd done. I tried to conjure up remorse and guilt but it
wouldn't come.  Then in an odd gesture I gave the sign of blessing to my
still throbbing cock and proceeded to adjust my clothes. Outside the
confessional I gave another blessing to the boy who had already left.
Maybe it was a gesture of absolution. I was too confused to know for sure
but I wanted him to go unblemished.



"What about Ron Whitehall?"



It was another confession, for the kids. I heard the footsteps and I could
tell it wasn't one of the little ones.  There was a small window high on
the wall inside the confessional for fresh air. It offered plenty of light
for me to see through the screen if I chose to look. When he knelt down I
saw it was Ron.  He was a high-schooler. It sent a chill through me; I
could hardly wait to hear what this big, young stud had to confess. Yes, I
get a thrill out of listening to the sins of the flesh.

He said the rudimentary prayers and began pouring out the usual stuff that
most boys his age confessed; impure thoughts, looking at girlie magazines,
jacking off so many times, trying to make out with girls. He didn't really
have to say it-it was pretty routine-but I never tired of hearing it. Then
he threw out something that I didn't hear very often. He said that one time
when he jacked off he tasted his own cum. That sent a chill through me.

I heard his confession and gave him absolution and penance. But that wasn't
the end of it.  He didn't leave.



"It seems like everything I like doing is a sin. Everything that's
enjoyable to a guy my age is wrong.  I can't control it no matter how hard
I try.  I come in here and confess and promise not to do it again, knowing
I will. I feel like such a hypocrite.  What am I supposed to do, Father?"



"You do your best," I told him.



"Is that good enough Father?  Is my best good enough for God when my best
is failure?"



"You keep coming back to confession?.that's not failure," I assured him.



"Listen father, I might as well tell you, it's getting awfully close to
having sex with my girlfriend. I know that's a biggie but I know it's gonna
happen. I keep trying to fight it but I've bought condoms. What am I
supposed to do, be sexless?  I'm sure you know from listening to so many
confessions, that's impossible.  God put those feelings in me, why didn't
He give the strength to keep them in check?"



"God doesn't intend for you to be sexless," I said.  "It's society that
imposed that on you. God made boys capable of reproducing at a very young
age, but it's society that imposed the age limit."



"You were my age once, Father, surely you remember how it was."



"Yes, it still is."



"Really.  Then you understand."



"More than you know."



"Are there levels of sin? I know there's venial and serious sin but are
there more levels of seriousness? What I mean is, I know I shouldn't have
sex with my girlfriend.  If jacking off would prevent that, maybe that
wouldn't be so serious.  Would it be a sin at all?  Or couldn't it be
considered a defense against serious sin and therefore a good thing?"



"You make a good point but I'm not sure I can officially condone it."



"What about unofficially?"



"Well, I don't tend to give out heavy penance to boys for having impure
thoughts or jacking off.  I'm not really all that hardnosed about young
boys experimenting with each other. It's a natural outlet for their
curiosity and I don't think they should be condemned for it or frightened
by me for doing it.  So yes, in that regard, we could say there are levels
of sin. Having sex with your girlfriend would rank up there at the top,
something to be avoided at all costs. If you engaged in a lesser form of
sex to prevent that, well I would have to take that into consideration in
handing out penance.  Of course I'm applying this to you as a teenager.  I
would not apply it to a boy of say nine or ten. For a boy that age, jacking
off would take on slightly more serious connotations."



"By lesser forms of sex, is that anything short of actually having sex with
a girl?"



"Yes.  Kissing, heavy petting, using your hands or fingers, even oral sex
in serious situations."



"She's never offered to do that."



"It could be another boy." I couldn't believe how far I was taking it, and
that he was so accepting.



"I think that would certainly cool things down but I don't know another boy
who would do that for me."



The moment was at hand; I was almost trembling inside. I took in a quiet,
deep breath to gather my courage then told him to stand up.



 "What?"



"Stand up."



He stood and I pushed the lattice work grill aside. Boldly, I reached
through and groped the front of his jeans. He jerked back but then stood
firm and let me do it.  There is very little that can dissuade a horny
teenager from the demands of his cock.  He pressed himself into my hand.  I
felt the heavy bulge expanding in the tight confines of his jeans.



"Move the kneeler and stand against the partition," I said.



He moved the kneeler aside and pressed his body against the partition
separating us, his mighty bulge protruding through the opening.  My hands
were shaking as I fumbled with his belt. Suddenly his hands appeared and he
undid it himself, and opened the top button of his jeans. I undid the rest
of them to expose his white briefs. I pressed my open mouth over the manly
bulge and inhaled the fresh musk of his crotch.  He even smelled horny and
virile. Anxious, he peeled his shorts down below the hairline, revealing
the root of his thick cock. I tugged the front down and it swung out into
my side of the confessional.  I was so happily surprised I whimpered with
delight.

He was bigger than I'd expected on a seventeen year old boy.  I was looking
at a man's cock; thick and meaty, almost menacing with its network of
bluish veins.  I didn't touch him at first, just sat there, mesmerized as I
watched it pulse and swing out and expand.  Finally I scooped up the head
with my tongue and sucked it into my mouth.



"Ohhh, Goddd!" he groaned.



I sucked him in all the way and his cock curled up in my mouth like a
sleeping snake. But this snake wasn't sleeping.  It was coming to life,
expanding, growing harder.  I kept a snug hold on him with my face pressed
in his pubes.  His cock slowly unfurled, filling my mouth, searching
blindly for an escape from the warm, wet confines, till the head found the
opening of my throat. The stiffening shaft forced the head through the
opening and his cock snaked deep into my throat.



"Ohhhh, fuck!" he gasped.



I held him like that till his cock had made its escape as deep as it could
go into my throat then I drew back and began sucking him.



"AAaaawwwwhhhhhh!" he moaned loudly and reciprocated with his own thrusts,
and I prayed there was no one outside the confessional within ear shot.



He reciprocated with his own thrusts and I stayed leaned forward so he
could access the full depth of my throat. He was a real mouthful and he
stretched my throat unmercifully. Drool ran down my chin and dripped onto
my cassock.  I paused once to withdraw and get my first look at his cock in
full erection.  It was truly a work of art, thick with bulging veins, with
a slight upward curve that displayed the wider head proudly.  The sheen of
my spit made it glisten in the soft light. I watched it bucking and
throbbing, demanding my attention but I nuzzled under and sucked on his
balls. He liked that, too, but he was as demanding as his cock.



"Suck it, Father," he said, pushing his hard cock down against my face.



I captured the head and he shoved it right into my throat, taking no notice
that I choked.  He became the aggressor and I became his instrument of
pleasure.  I slobbered through at least ten minutes of his grunting,
groaning pleasure till he became so animated that the partition felt like
it was giving sway. Suddenly he reached through the opening to clasp his
big hands around my head.



""I'm gonna cum, Father!" he gasped as he brutalized my throat.  "Oh,
God?.Oh, God?.Oh, God?.Oh, God?.Oh, God!"



His cock became like hot steel as it exploded in my throat.  I strained
hard against his grip--I wanted his load in my mouth where I could taste
him-but he kept me at his mercy.  In his excitement his grip weakened and I
was able to pull back so he was cumming in my mouth. He covered my tongue
almost instantly and I thought, OH my Godd, yesss!  Such wonderful sweet
nectar!

Gradually his fingers loosened from around my head and dragged through my
hair as he pulled his hands back through the opening.  I quickly reached
through and clasped his butt to hold him in place. I didn't want to let him
go; I wasn't finished with him. I wanted to savor his beautiful cock and
the wonderful load it had delivered. He didn't resist and I held his
man-meat in its own warm semen as it was gradually diluted with my spit.
When I swallowed I sucked his rubbery cock back into my throat.  He moaned
and started fucking my throat again, but half-heartedly.  I think he did it
because he thought it was what I wanted.

When he tugged at his cock again I released my oral grip and my hold on his
butt.



"Holy fuckin' shit, Father," he said huskily as he backed away from the
partition.



I watched him pulling up his shorts and jeans and his big hands closing the
buttons.  As he was moving the kneeler back into place he asked if he
needed to go to confession again.



"No."



"Thank you, Father.  For everything."



He left and I sat there in a daze, still relishing the taste of him.



"You said only twice.  Does that mean there were only two occasions, or did
you see the boy again?" Braden asked me.

"No.  There were only those two occasions," I said.

"That's admirable but it must be frustrating."

"Very; and I don't know how I've managed to remain celibate."

"You make me hesitant to offer to do something about that," Braden said
jokingly.

"The vow of celibacy was originally intended for us to give up women."

"Then?.?"

"We're like brothers, Braden. Anything between us would be an expression of
love."

He laid his arm across my chest.  He said I wasn't as bulky as I used to
be; not as muscular. He rubbed my hand on down my stomach.

"You don't know how badly I want this, Colby, but I don't want to take us
where you don't want to go. We can leave it at this, just talking?.just say
the word and I'll get in the top bunk."

"I want it too," I told him. "We had such great times together, even in the
bad times. A chill went through me when I saw you again."

He moved my hand on down and raked his fingers through my pubes before he
took hold of my cock.  I was hard and throbbing. As he stroked my cock I
took hold of his and we rolled together to kiss.

"Will I go to hell for having sex with a priest?" he asked.

"Sending people to hell is way above my pay grade," I said.

"I love you, Colby. I always will. I love Will but you were my first love."

"And your first piece of ass, as I remember," I said, laughing.

"You fucked me first, I was only returning the favor."

"If I fuck you again, will I have to go to confession?"

"I'm not here in an official capacity," I told him.

"But you wore your collar."

"It's the only decent clothes I have."

"I want to rekindle our love," he said as he began kissing down my chest.
When he reached my cock he looked up at me and I was flooded with memories
from our checkered past.  The bad ones faded as he took my cock in his
mouth and we heard my soft moan of pleasure.









































































Fourth to arrive (on Wednesday night)

Jordan, 30

Adam, 27



                            Epilogue Chapter Six



Our emotions were like a roller coaster with each arrival.  Jordan and Adam
arrived late Wednesday night.  We'd already had supper and the two younger
boys were sleeping in the camper with Nolan, Levi and Jesse.  Jason, Will,
Colby and I were sharing a bottle of wine in the living room, listening to
Will tell about his relationship with Braden, and he wanted to know about
our time in Vietnam. It was surprisingly easy to talk to him about it. I
offered to make them something to eat but they'd eaten on the way so we
opened another bottle of wine.

Adam was a warehouse foreman and Jordan was a high school teacher and
coach. Conversation flowed freely when Jason made it known that we all
played for the same team. They were both intrigued with Will's profession
as a model.

Jordan said, "From where I sit you certainly have all the qualifications."

"Thank you, but I'd like to hear about your job. I've always considered
teaching a noble profession."

"Well, the pay isn't so noble but I enjoy it. I love working with kids, and
I do draw down a modest additional salary as a coach but that includes
boys' PE classes as well. Even then, Adam makes more than I do as a
warehouse foreman."

"But he has better fringe benefits," Adam said. "And I'm not talking about
insurance and pension.  Plus he gets summers off."

"This sounds interesting, the fringe benefits," Will said. "Would you care
to elaborate?"

"I don't initiate anything," Jordan said. "But I don't discourage it either
like I should.  And would have but I had no way of knowing things would get
so out of hand."

"Out of hand?.you didn't get in trouble, did you?" Jason asked.

"No. These boys are as tight and tight-lipped as they come. But I did defer
certain duties to my assistant coach so I could maintain a safe distance
between me and the players. In that regard, I tried."

"This isn't exactly elaborating," Will pointed out.

"Todd-he's my assistant--is fresh out of college.  He holds a degree in
sports medicine and he's a certified personal trainer, so it's logical and
safer to defer to him the strains and sprains and pulled muscles; anything
that requires hands on the athletes. That way I can keep my distance and
maintain a hands off approach."

"That must be very difficult," Will said.

"It is.  It's almost heart breaking, but I love my job ad I don't want to
do anything to jeopardize it.

"Well, then, the fringe benefits aren't what Adam makes them out to be," I
said.

Adam laughed.  "He hasn't told you about his assistant coach."

"I don't inquire into his personal relationship with the players," Jordan
said rather defensively. "That doesn't mean I don't hear rumors about some
of the goings-on in the locker room and on the team bus?.boys will be boys.
But as for me I make it a policy to never be alone with an athlete in the
locker room, or have an athlete in my office with the door closed."

"What if a boy needs to talk to you about something personal?" Jason asked.

"We talk, after everyone is gone, but with the door open.  A couple of the
boys have expressed a subtle interest.  Sometimes they'll come in wearing
just a towel or jockstrap or even naked, and they close the door.  I make
them open it."

"But you're saying that's a dead-end. So back to your assistant ?..Todd,
right?" Will said.

"Adam's right, Todd is a total stud. Typical college jock build, confident
air about him. We have our bi-weekly bull sessions behind locked doors.  A
lot of times we'll work out together, shower together, even use the horse
tank together. But he's legal."

"Did you initiate it with him?" I asked.  "Not that it matters; just
curious. There might be a story here."

"There's always a story, isn't there," Jordan said.  "It's hard to say who
initiated it."

"Why don't you tell us and let us decide who initiated it," Jason said

"After I was hired to teach history and coach they told me that coaching
traditionally included boys' PE classes and sex ed.  I thought I would be
coaching football and baseball. Well, there were some boys who wanted to
play rugby and also wrestle so I got roped into that. I didn't mind, for
obvious reasons. Wrestlers and rugby players are hot dudes.  I wrestled in
college so that was a given.  I didn't play rugby but I memorized the rule
book and we organized a rugby team.  At that point-this was before Todd
came into the picture--I was spreading myself pretty thin, and it was
leading to trouble. I was the one taking care of the pulled muscles and
sprains and I gotta tell you, massaging a pulled hamstring on a rugby
player, especially if he drops his towel before he crawls up on the
table?.fuck, those guys thighs are massive?.and I'm staring down at his
awesome, tight ass."

"Did any of them ever get hard while you were working on them?" I asked.

"When didn't they get hard! But we just ignored it. It was worse working
with the wrestlers because it's hard and tight body contact. The problem
wasn't them getting hard, and let's face it, it's difficult to ignore when
your coach gets a hardon.  I started getting some pretty strong vibes from
a couple of them."

"What kind of vibes?" Will asked.

"Extra hard pressure in certain holds, like when he's pinned with his face
in my crotch, or the other way around, or when I've got him in a tight hold
with my crotch against his butt.  He'll push back more than necessary or I
feel him clenching his butt muscles.  It got to be more than I could
take. I knew that eventually I wasn't going to pretend anymore that I
didn't notice. I was afraid I going to rip his kit and plug his ass.
That's when I went to the principal and told him I needed an assistant.
That's when they hired Todd.  He was only part time because that's what
they could afford, but it was enough to take some of the pressure off of
me."

"You've got more will power than I would have," Jason said.

"Well, actually, no. I was simply put in a position where I didn't have to
have any will power. Like I said, Todd was legal. And willing."

"So, who initiated it?" I asked again.

"You're not going to let me off the hook, are you," he said, laughing.

"Not as long as we can keep you plied with wine and talking," Will said.





As told by Jordan:



Todd didn't make any bones about his sexual preference. He didn't flaunt it
but he would make not so subtle remarks to me about some of the boys.  One
time when Oakley Smith was walking back to the shower with a towel over his
shoulder he made a remark about the boy's awesome ass.  I told him to be
careful saying stuff like that, especially within earshot of the boys, and
if anything ever happened with any of the boys I did not want to know about
it. He laughed and said there was a LOT I would never know.

I didn't let on about my preference at first. I figured I would wait and
see if his preference was reserved for teenage boys. If not?.if he made a
move on me?.then I would show him I was interested. It happened about a
month after he arrived.

It was Friday, practice was over, it was quiet and I thought all the boys
had left.  I walked out of my office and saw that he still had a boy on the
table in the training room just beyond the lockers. That area hadn't been
used for anything except storage after the school built a new locker room
and when Todd came he converted it into his training room.  He built his
own training table since the athletic board wouldn't buy one and he had a
shelf stocked with towels and liniment and all kinds of body oils. The
table was better than anything they could've bought.  It was well padded
and even had an adjustable head rest.

I didn't notice anything out of line but the lights were dim. I was
surprised the boy was still there.  I didn't go all the way back but I
could see it was Oakley.



I said, "Oh, I thought everybody was gone."



"Just finishing up," Todd said and smacked Oakley on the butt. I thought
his voice sounded a little nervous. He told Oakley to get in the tank for
twenty minutes.  I still couldn't consider anything out of line but when
Oakley got up off the table and walked over to the tank he had a huge
hardon.  It didn't seem like a big deal to him that he was hard and I
didn't make anything of it either. That happens a lot, but most boys are
embarrassed by it.  Oakley obviously wasn't. I went back in my office.
Todd came in a few minutes later.

We talked about nothing in particular but I could feel an undercurrent,
like what we were talking about wasn't really why he was there or what we
wanted to be saying.  I didn't make an issue of that either. A little while
later Oakley came past my door, dripping wet. His hardon was gone but he
was still fluffed up and arched out, his sizeable cock swinging around like
a pendulum.



"Sorry I held you up, Coach, but I really needed Todd's magic hands."



"No problem, Oakley," I said.



"Looks like you need to get laid," Todd joked.



"Yeah, I intend to."



As Oakley walked away Todd and I realized that we were both watching him.
We laughed it off.  Oakley got dressed, in full view of us, and left.  In
the moment of silence that followed the sound of the outer door closing I
made the snap decision that this was the time and most certainly the
perfect place.  Todd said he was going back to wipe down the table and
clean up the training room.



"You got oil in the tank?" I asked before he left.



"Just what washed off of Oakley," he said. "I can add some more if you want
to use it."



"Yeah.  It's been a long week," I said. "And turn up the jets."



I followed him out as far as the first bench and started undressing.  It
came to me that we had never seen each other naked.  I guessed that wasn't
so unusual; no reason why we should. I wasn't lying; it had been a long
week and I'd never been in the new tank. I stood up from the bench just as
Todd came with a bottle of oil. He poured some in and motioned to me.



"It's all yours, Coach."



"Thanks. I really need this." I noticed him noticing me as I got in the
tub.



"Anything else, just holler," he said, and went back to his training room.



I noticed him, too, quite openly, although he had his back to me.  You
might say I ogled his tight looking ass in his brief gym shorts while I
wondered if it could be had; if indeed any of the jocks, like Oakley, had
fucked him.  His ass was definitely fuckable.

I laid back in the warm, swirling water and let the jets pound my tired
muscles.  They felt especially good pulsating against my butt and making my
balls bounce around. When Todd came over with some towels I grabbed the
opportunity.



"Why don't you climb in here with me," I said.



There was a surprised pause then he said, "Alright," and stepped out of his
sneakers.  He pulled his socks off then pulled his shorts down. They
dropped to his ankles and he kicked them out of the way. When he started to
pull his jockstrap down I stopped him.



"Leave it on," I said.  He wore one of those sexy lace-up jocks and I liked
the way he filled it out.  I figured it would come off soon enough.  He
stepped into the opposite end of the tank and sank down in the water.



"Man, this does feel good," he sighed. He'd closed his eyes and he slipped
nearly under and his foot moved right up into my crotch.  He snapped his
eyes open and with a muttered "Sorry coach," he pulled back.



"Don't' go away," I said, taking hold of his foot.



He gave me a surprised look and stayed put.  I pressed his foot into my
balls and extended my leg till my foot was pressing against his jockstrap.



"I like your jockstrap," I said.



"Thanks."



"Too bad they can't be standard issue for all the boys.  It'd be the
sexiest locker room in the state."



"They could be standard if you decreed it," he said.



"A lot of the boys couldn't afford them."



"Some of them have asked about mine, where I got it.  Is it okay if the
boys who can afford them go ahead and buy them?"



"I don't see any problem with it," I said.



"You know you're surprising me, Coach."



"How so?



"Well, inviting me in the tank with you for one thing."



"I wasn't sure you would," I said.



"I wasn't sure you would ever ask," he said.



"Been wanting to ever since you got here," I said.  I chuckled. "We can't
let the boys catch us, though.



"You're also giving me a hardon," he said.



"Consider it payback, for jamming your foot in my balls."



"I said I was sorry."



"I'm not apologizing," I said.



"I'll make it up to you," he said.



"How?"



"Stand up and come to this end of the tub."



I let go of his foot and stood up.  My cock swung up out of the water,
throbbing and bucking. I took the steps to close the distance between us in
the tank and stood astraddle his legs, my cock throbbing over his face. I
shoved my foot under the pouch of his jock.



"Geezuss, Coach." he said as he reached up for my cock.



I gripped the edge of the tank and hunkered down so he could reach me. He
opened his mouth and I drove my cock through his lips. He didn't waste any
time; he sucked me with gusto, like he'd been without cockmeat for a
while. I've got strong legs but Todd quickly sucked the strength out of
them and my thigh muscles started to cramp. I had to straighten up.



"My legs are cramping," I said.



"Let's get out and go back to the table, I can take care of that cramp for
you," he said.



I stepped out of the tank and gave him a hand getting out. There was a
sheen of oil on our bodies and we didn't dry off.  I followed him back to
the table and waited till he laid towels over it then I crawled up and
stretched out on my stomach and put my face in the head rest.



"Do your magic, let's see if you earn your pay," I said.



"I haven't heard any of the boys complain," he said.



"Bet not.  Do you ever have the boys in the tank two at a time?"



"Yes. It was their idea to double up, they said because it saves time, but
I don't think that's the real reason."



"What's the real reason?"



"I think they like the intimate closeness in the tub.  It's different from
being in the shower together."



"Do they wear their jockstraps?" I felt the oil drizzling over me.



"Not often.  They're usually naked."



"Do you ever get in with them?" I asked.



"Not usually." He began rubbing the oil around.  His hands felt good.



"I asked if ever."



"I have, on two occasions."



"With Oakley?"



"One time it was with Oakley, the second time it was with Oakley and
another boy."



"The tank must've been crowded with three guys in it. Did the boys get
hard?""



He laughed.  "When aren't they hard? Listen, Oakley was here because he was
the last one out of the shower and he asked if I could stay over."



"You don't have to explain yourself to me," I said.



"What are you asking me, Coach?" he asked with a frown.



"Just curious. I like to know what's going on under my watch."



"No, I think you're asking if I've had sex with any of the boys."



"Have you?"



"Yes, on several occasions.  Are you going to fire me?"



"No. Just be careful. Is Oakley one of them?"



"Yes."



"And the other boy in the tank?"



"Yes, that's how it got started," Todd said.



"Shit, two at the same time, maybe congratulations are in order," I said.



I noticed his hands were rougher moving up and down my thighs and on the
upward motion his thumbs probed deep into my ass crack.



"You've got the butt of a teenager, Coach," he said.



I clenched my butt muscles several times and waited to see if he took the
bait. He did.  Next thing, I felt his oiled thumbs shoving through my hole;
both of them at the same time.  I winced a little.



"You've done this thumb massage with Oakley and the other boy?" I asked.



"Just Oakley.  The other boy is younger," he replied.



He stretched my hole and probed deeper as I wondered where he would take
it. I let out a loud groan when he found my prostate and bore back against
his hands.



"I was doing this to Oakley when you came out of your office," he said.



"Sorry I interrupted."



"I tried to get him to stay put but he got spooked."



"You can tell him there's no reason to be spooked around me."



"You're serious?"



"What happens in the locker room stays in the locker room."



"He said it felt good."



"Must have, he had a hardon when he got up from the table."



"It does feel good," I said.



He moved to the head of the table and began to work on my shoulders. I
could feel the pouch of his wet jockstrap pressing against the top of my
head.  Another crucial moment was at hand and I couldn't let it go to
waste.  I lifted my head and came to face with the bulging pouch.  He
pressed it against my nose. It was a casual gesture, but intentional, I was
sure.  I cocked my head and looked up at him. He smiled and nodded.



"I think you want this," he said.



"For a long time," I said.



I leaned forward and took one of the laces between my teeth.  They were
already loosened and it was easy to tug it through the hole. I pulled
another one through the opposite side then his hand appeared and he unlaced
the jockstrap till it was spread open, revealing his pubes and the root of
his cock. I took charge again and pulled the pouch down with my teeth to
free his cock.  It swung up against my face and I captured it in my mouth.



"Awww, fuck, Coach," he said in a hoarse whisper.  "You don't know how long
I've wanted this to happen."



I gave his cock a dozen strokes then released it. "That felt pretty good
with your thumbs; do you wanta fuck me?" I asked.



"Fuck, yeah." He moved around to the side of the table and I felt more oil
dripping in my ass crack.  Then he climbed up on the table, nudged my legs
apart with his knees then mounted me. Just like that; he aimed and shoved
and impaled me. I winced and gripped the edges of the table.

It was a hard fuck.  He knew what he was doing and I wondered what kind of
sex he'd had with Oakley. I wondered if he'd fucked him.



"What about Oakley," Jason asked when I was finished.



"There's a lot about Oakley," Jordan said.

"What about the other boy in the tank?" Will asked.

"There's a lot about him, too. Todd was let go shortly after that because
of a shortfall of tax revenues. Once again I was left on my own I braced
myself for long hours of frustration. But teaching sex ed turned out to be
a blessing."

As told by Jordan:



Boys' PE classes were scheduled for Monday, Wednesday and Friday, and boys'
sex ed on Tuesday and Thursday, This was besides my history classes and
coaching. At my "orientation" meeting with the principal and school board I
stipulated that I didn't want anyone popping in to monitor or sit in on my
classes.  I got some pushback from the board and the principal on that.
They said it was protocol to monitor classes, especially sex ed classes.



"If you're afraid you've hired a pervert, then find someone else to teach
the class. I've got enough on my plate as it is," I said.



"Can you give us a good reason why you don't want your classes monitored?"
one for the board members asked.



"It's simple. The key to teaching is drawing the kids out, getting them to
ask questions.  That is the ONLY way to find out what they don't know.
That's' especially true in sex ed.  I could be in the middle of a class
where we're on a roll and any one of you walk in, they shut down and I can
tell you exactly what would happen.  I would immediately switch to a
clinical boys health class so you wouldn't really learn anything about how
I'm conducting my classes anyway.  This is not negotiable, gentlemen.  If
I'm going to teach boys' sex ed, I'm going to teach it so they understand
it, in a free and open forum. Also, I want the sex ed classes scheduled
three days a week, right after PE classes."



You would've thought I'd asked for an amendment to the constitution. There
were stern frowns, raised eyebrows and scooting of chairs as everyone
shifted positions.  The school secretary said they couldn't juggle the
schedule at that late date.



"First day of school is a month away. You can change the schedule any time
before it's handed to the students," I said.



"Why after PE classes?" someone asked.



"Well, it seems logical to hold sex ed class in the locker room where it'll
be a more relaxed atmosphere for the boys and that's when the testosterone
is running high so there'll be greater participation."



"Well, you can't have the girls in the boys' locker room," someone said.



"I'm not teaching girls' sex ed," I said.



"I thought you understood??"



"No, absolutely not," I said, shaking my head. "I'm not teaching girls' sex
ed.  That needs to be taught by a woman.  I wouldn't teach a co-ed class
anyway, nobody's gonna open up in a co-ed class."



Surprised as they were, they didn't put up any argument and I

prevailed on all counts. The only other objection was having thirteen-
year-old freshmen and eighteen-year-old seniors in the same class; they
thought such a broad age span would be present an unhealthy learning
environment. I scoffed at that, reminding them that all four grades had PE
together so that exposure that they were worried about was already there in
the locker room. I more or less left them with egg on their face.

My first class was an orientation and laying the ground rules. I began with
the soft cover text book.



"This is required by the school board as part of the curriculum," I said,
holding the book up. "It is purely clinical and I will not be using it as a
reference so we're going to get it out of the way as quickly as
possible. Therefore, I am assigning the entire book to be read over the
next two days. There will be a test on Wednesday. You will learn the
clinical terms but once we get the clinical out of the way there will be no
more reference to penis, ejaculation, coitus or masturbation. We will use
the language we all understand."



"A few ground rules. The one basic rule is the Vegas Rule. You've all heard
it?.what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas.  What happens in this locker room
stays in this locker room. Second rule is; the only stupid question is the
one that is not asked.  It will be easier to teach this class if I know
what you don't know and the best way for me to find that out is for you to
ask questions. You will not be laughed at, embarrassed or ridiculed; I want
to make that understood.  I will also be asking questions--very personal
questions--but they will not be directed at you personally but to the class
as a whole. For example, how many of you jack off?"



There was surprised laughter that quickly died down when they saw that I
wasn't smiling.



"That was a serious question and I would like a serious show of hands."



About a dozen hands went up, followed by twos and threes till every hand in
the room was raised.



"Congratulations on a good and truthful showing of hands," I said.  "How
many of you feel some kind of guilt or embarrassment over jacking off?" A
few hands went up. "Then why did it take so many of you so long to raise
your hands? Jacking off is the most natural thing in the world."  I called
on Eric Brown, a very well built freshman, who had raised his hand. "Eric,
can you tell us why you feel guilty or embarrassment?"



"My dad said it's not good for you," one boy said.  "But my older brother
said it doesn't hurt to do it."



"All due respect to you rather, I would go with your brother's advice on
this," I said.



"I had a coach at my grade school who said it was bad for your health,"
another boy said.  "He said doing it too much could cause pimples, and even
blindness or being weak minded, and it drained your strength.  I don't
think it stopped anybody from doing it but you worried about it."



"How old was your coach?" I asked.



"He was an old guy; old enough to be my grandpa."



"He meant well.  Unfortunately, he was armed with a lot of hogwash and old
wives tales. Jacking off does not cause insanity, pimples or blindness.  As
for draining your strength, that depends on the individual.  You may well
experience a feeling of total exhaustion right after but how long does it
take you to bounce back?"



"Not very long," the boy replied.



"The rest of you?" I asked.



"I don't feel tired at all," Oakley spoke up. "In fact, I'm raring to go
afterwards."  I was glad to see Oakley jumping in. Guys like him speaking
out would encourage the younger boys.



Another senior, Chris Carter said, "I read that a lot of college and
professional athletes have sex just before a game and it gets them charged
up and they perform better."



"You made my point. How about you, Chris, do you follow that advice?" I
asked pointedly with a grin.



There was a flash of embarrassment before he replied. "If I have a chance,
sure, I jack off before a game. I think it helps."



I glanced at my watch.  "That's it for today. Do your homework, there will
be a test on Wednesday then we will continue. Meanwhile you might be
thinking of questions you'd like to ask."



Wednesday came and I could feel the excitement in the air as the boys came
into the locker room after PE class. I thought; they're bursting with
questions.  I gave them time to shower and get settled in, sitting on the
benches, on the floor and sprawled out on the wrestling mats. Most of them
were half-dressed, a couple of them remained naked with only a towel for
modesty. I passed out the test papers along with a small box of pencils.



"You have the whole period for the test but the quicker it's done the
sooner we can get down to the business at hand," I said.



I was surprised that the test was completed in fifteen minutes; they had
done their homework. I had them exchange papers and we graded them.  I was
amazed that there were less than a dozen wrong answers in the entire class.



"Congratulations.  It looks like you all studied," I said.  Then I laid the
test papers aside and started off the class with a question.  "Now, how
many of you are circumcised?"



There were some taken aback looks before any hands went up. Oakley's was
the first.



"Damn, Coach, don't you think you're getting awfully personal?" he said
jokingly as he raised his hand.



"Why the embarrassment over a question that you already know the answer to?
For God's sake, you see each other naked three days a week."



A show of hands showed that most of them were.



"How many of you wish you were not circumcised?"



One hand went up; Brian Atwood, a junior.



I asked him why.



He shrugged before he answered.  "I don't know, I sorta like the looks of
an uncut cock. I mean, I think mine would look better if I was uncut.  And
I wonder if it'd make jacking off more fun if there was the skin rubbing
back and forth over the head."



I almost choked. These boys were amazing me.



"Okay, how many of you wish you were circumcised?"



Two hands went up.



"Why?" I asked, pointing to Ben Webber, a sophomore.



"I'm just the opposite of Brian.  I think a cut cock looks better, kind of
an in-your-face, like it's not hiding. And there's not the skin that might
deaden the pleasure."



I pointed to the other boy, J.D. Masters.



"I wish I was cut because my skin's too tight and I think jacking off would
feel a lot better if I was cut. And it's hard to keep clean."



"Yes, that is a major drawback of not being circumcised and one of the
reasons that it's done routinely, unless requested otherwise. First, let me
tell you, it's never too late to be circumcised.  You might want to talk to
your parents about it.  Meanwhile, there are ways to stretch the skin and
you should because you're not done growing and as your cock gets bigger the
skin might get tighter.  First, when you take a piss, pull the skin all the
way back several times as far as it will go. When you're alone, take the
time to do the stretching exercises. Get your fingers inside the glove and
stretch it. Same thing in the shower.  When you're jacking off, work some
kind of lube inside the glove and use full strokes.  Pull the skin back all
the way back each stroke, and all the way covering the head. By the way,
for all of you, cut or uncut, olive oil is excellent lube."



"But my mom's gonna wonder why her olive oil is disappearing so fast."
Everybody broke out laughing but it was a serious question.



"It only takes a little bit, and olive oil is available in the grocery
store, you can buy it yourself," I said dryly.  "Or better yet, get a small
bottle that's easy to hide and fill it from your mom's bottle. I doubt
she'll miss it." Then I waved it off.  "No, never mind.  Forget what I just
said. I'll take care of it.  Okay, next class?.the pros and cons of
virginity."

























                           Epilogue Chapter Seven



As told by Jordan:



Before the next class I purchased a bunch of small, two-ounce bottles and
Adam helped me fill them olive oil. I also bought a large pump bottle and
filled it with olive oil.

First thing I noticed when I walked out of my office was that only three
boys had anything on.  Yeah, they were coming around, I thought, smiling
inside. I set the bag of small bottles on the bench and told the boys to
help themselves.



"Wow! Thanks, Coach," Billie Masters said, smiling broadly.



"There's a pump bottle in my office for refills," I said.



"Now, the big question of the day is?.how many of you have had sexual
intercourse with a girl?"



I loved the surprise on their faces when I sprung these questions on
them. Three senior boys' hands went up, two juniors, and I was surprised to
see one freshman raise his hand. Others were obviously surprised as well,
and equally so at the hands that did not go up.



"Okay, this is a perfect example of why we have the Vegas rule," I
said. "You can respond to my questions without reservation; nobody's going
to go blab your secrets. By the way if I hear even a rumor that somebody's
spread it around that Chris or Brent or anybody else is or is not a virgin,
I will shut down this class in a heartbeat, we will go back to the health
classes and your grades will be dropped." I queried one by one those who
raised their hands.  "Did you use condoms?"



Oakley volunteered that he did.

Chris Carter said he did, sometimes.



"Why just sometimes?"



He shrugged. "It just works out that way."



"No, it does not work out that way.  You cause it to happen."



"Okay, sometimes things get so intense, it clouds my thinking. Other times
I just don't bother. Sometimes I let the girl take care of it."



"It clouds your thinking? Could it be you don't like using condoms?"



"I hate condoms."



"I wonder how much you'd like getting some kind of STD. As for letting the
girl take care of it?.think about that.  You're a goodlooking guy, great
body, a jock, probably great in bed. You never thought that some girl might
want to nail you for a husband and daddy to her children? Did you know that
professional athletes are counciled to never have sex without a condom, and
to always take the condom off and keep it to prevent their semen from
falling into the hands of some woman just dying to collect big bucks for
child support?"



"I'm hardly a professional athlete," he said, rather sheepishly.



"Same thing on a different scale. I wanta ask you guys something
else. Where do you get your condoms?" I got a variety of replies, from "I
buy 'em" to "I get 'em from my brother," to the most surprising one from
the fourteen year old freshman. He said his dad gave it to him."



And the classic; "I borrow them from my dad" from one of the seniors.



"You borrow them from your dad? Do you wash them out and give them back?
Does your dad know you're borrowing his condoms?"



"No, and no," he said, laughing.



"You borrow a shovel, you don't borrow condoms.  And let me guess, you
borrow them out of his top dresser drawer."



"He keeps them in his nightstand."



"You're old enough to buy your own condoms; stop borrowing them from your
dad," I said sternly, then I let it go and moved on. I asked the senior
virgin why he was still a virgin.



"I just never found the right girl that I wanted to have sex with."



Oakley said, "Dude, there is no right girl when it comes to getting
laid. It's a pussy, created for our enjoyment."



"I don't feel that way. I think with my brain, not my balls. Anyway, what's
the rush? MY cock's not gonna fall off or anything."



I turned to the younger boys and got blank looks, shrugs and a variety of
reasons why they were still virgins.  We managed to bring it out that it
boiled down mostly to fear. Then I focused on the fourteen-year-old whose
dad had provided him with the condom.



"Your father must have sensed that you were getting pretty tight with your
girlfriend," I said.



"No, actually it was the neighbor woman," he said.



"Whoa!"



"Holy Shit"



"Way to go, man."



And a few other remarks.



"So, you had sexual intercourse with an adult woman," I said.



"She was probably thirty five, old enough to be my mom," he said.



"Excuse me, coach," J.D. said, waving his hand. "You said we wouldn't be
using any clinical terms but you've called it sexual intercourse several
times and used the term semen."



"I stand corrected," I said with great humility.  "So, you fucked the
neighbor woman, with your dad's knowledge and approval."



"I don't know if he knew when it happened or if he approved but he was
afraid it might happen.  You see, I was cutting her grass for her and I
always wore my PE shorts and she always brought out a cold drink and stood
and watched me drink it and she would make comments about how cute I was
and what a nice body I had."



"Where'd it happen?" Chris asked.



"In her garage, when I was putting away the lawnmower."



I had not intended for the conversation to swerve off in that direction but
I temporarily gave up control of my class.



"How long did you fuck her?"



"I don't know."



"Did you fuck her again?" Oakley asked.



"Yes, when my hardon didn't go down."



"Was your dad home; like did he know you were fucking the neighbor lady in
her garage?"



"He was home but I don't think he knew what we were doing."



"Did you make her scream?" Oakley again.



I appreciated that he was really keeping the thing alive but we were
getting off subject.



"She didn't scream but she moaned a lot."



"Did you do it on the workbench?"



"No, on tailgate of her husband's pickup."



Finally I put a stop to it. "Okay, guys, that's enough. The important thing
here is that he used a condom."



"The important thing is, he got laid!"



"Did he use the same condom both times?"



"I bet he wouldn't have used one at all if his dad hadn't given it to him."



"Let's get back on the subject of virginity.  I'm speaking to both the
non-virgins and virgins. It is generally accepted that one loses his
virginity by fucking a girl.  Or a neighbor woman, as the case may be. Is
there any other first time experience where you think you might have given
up some part of your virginity? Like your first French kiss, or getting to
third base for the first time; something short of fucking a girl?"



"I never thought about it like that but I guess you do lose your virginity
a little bit at a time till the big one comes along."



I saw Chris smiling and I nodded for him to speak.



"I always thought I lost my virginity in a way when I got my first
blowjob."



"Wow! You got a blowjob?"



"When did that happen?"



"How old were you?"



"How'd you ever get a girl to do that for you?"



"Actually it wasn't a girl; it was a guy."



I threw up my hands in a helpless gesture.  "Okay, I'm going to relinquish
control of my class again for exactly five minutes for Chris to tell us
what happened."



"I was on the team bus last year at my old school. We were coming back from
a football game. It was late at night and the inside lights were turned way
down and a lot of guys were sleeping.  I was sitting about half way to the
back and I noticed guys getting up and going to the back of the bus.  I was
a new guy. One of the other players stopped at my seat and leaned down and
told me that so-and-so was giving blowjobs in the back of the bus if I
wanted one. I was sort of nervous and scared but I got up and went back
because so many others were. Sure enough, there was this other player
laying in the seat and a guy standing at his shoulder feeding him his
cock. I don't know how many guys he'd sucked off by that time but it reeked
back there because as I found out, he was spitting out their loads on the
floor.  When it came my turn somebody told me to be careful and not slip.
I undid my football pants and the guy grabbed my jockstrap and pulled the
cup out and put it over his nose and mouth and breathed in and out real
hard. The he handed my cup back to me and pulled my jock down in front and
literally devoured my cock. I thought I'd died and gone to heaven.  I never
felt anything like it in my life.  I think I definitely gave up some of my
virginity that night."



There wasn't a deluge of questions like before. Just one.



"So everybody got sucked off after every away game?"



"No. It was apparently a tradition but the bus driver got pissed about the
mess it left in his bus and he put a stop to it."



He'd barely finished when the bell rang.



I wanted to get around to condoms in more detail but I first needed to
delve more deeply into the physical and rudiments of sex.  That had to
include the female anatomy. I had first-hand knowledge of the female
anatomy but how to present it to a bunch of boys was another matter.  It
would have been ideal to have a live model but lacking that, I did the next
best thing. I bought a half dozen girlie magazines.

As I was handing them out, I issued a stern warning for them to keep their
mouths shut and added "upon pain of death."  Then I did my best to explain
the difference between boys and girls.  The very explicit photos in the
magazines were a great help, especially when it came to explaining a girl's
clit and its purpose in the scheme of great sex. The boys were intrigued.



"That tiny little thing causes all that excitement?" one boy said.



"Wow, it's hard to believe a little slit like that opens up to take a big,
hard cock," another said.



"That little slit opens up to birth a baby," I reminded them.



I noticed how some of the boys kept studying the pictures of the female
anatomy before they passed them on and the most far out, evil thought
popped into my head. If only I could find a girl who would be willing to
serve as a model and expose herself to these boys. It would be risky, to be
sure; I didn't know if I could trust the boys that far, to keep such a
thing secret. Perhaps Oakley might know someone. Perhaps Oakley could be my
enforcer in keeping the boys mouths shut. Then there was the problem of
getting the girl down to the locker room.  I shrugged it off.

I devoted the next class to condoms. I had not decided how I would present
the subject except that I was not going to demonstrate using cucumbers.  I
went to Walmart and picked out a variety of three-packs of Trojans to pass
around; plain, lubricated and reservoir tips. I was about to move on from
the display when I had another idea. I took more time to study the display
and ended up with enough condoms for a platoon for a weekend, along with a
half dozen samples of lube.  Then I went to the produce section and bought
two cucumbers. I checked out at two different aisles.

Preparing for class I opened all the packages, tore the condoms apart and
put them in a football helmet, along with the lube. When the boys came in
from PE class I told them to go ahead and shower but not to get
dressed. When they were assembled in the locker room I took a seat
astraddle the end of one of the benches.  I asked for questions but got
none.  I thought because they'd seen the helmet covered with a towel and
they didn't want to delay the class.



"Today we're going to continue with condoms," I said as I removed the towel
and removed the two cucumbers.  "First we will get this ridiculous prop out
of the way."  I held the cucumbers up and told them to pass them around
till they got back to me. "I have no idea who came up with the idiotic idea
of using cucumbers to demonstrate how to put on a condom.  The only reason
I can think of for putting a condom on a cucumber is if you're going to
fuck your girl with a cucumber, and I just don't think that's gonan go over
to well with her. Cucumbers are for salads," I said as I tossed them in the
trash can. Then I picked up the helmet.



"Pass this around and pick out a condom."



While they were doing that I spread out samples of each of the varieties of
condoms on the bench in front of me.



"There are two reasons to wear a condom; to prevent pregnancy and to
prevent STDs?.sexually transmitted disease. Having said that, know that
condoms are not foolproof.  It wasn't always so but these days condoms come
in basically three sizes; regular, large and Xtra-large. There is also a
snugger fit condom. There are variations in size by manufacturer; longer,
wider, snug at the base, extra head room.  When you start buying condoms
don't let your ego get in the way. It might be tempting to toss a package
of extra-large condoms at the checkout but if you can't fill 'em out,
you've wasted your money and put yourself in jeopardy. Now, I want you to
tear open the condoms and unroll them."



"Holy shit, this was made for a horse."



"Who fills one of these out?"



I didn't laugh but it was funny hearing their remarks about the oversized
condoms.



"Okay, hold 'em up," I said. "I don't know, maybe a couple of you need
those supersized condoms but most of you don't.  Most of you are still
growing.  If you're sporting four, five, six inches, don't try using an
oversized condom.  It's gonna come off."



"This one's got bumps on it," someone said.



"Yes, that's a studded condom. There are also ribbed condoms. They are
designed to jack up the girl's pleasure. There are dozens of other designs
and options that you will have to explore on your own."



I went over the various lubricants I'd brought then got down to the
nitty-gritty.



"Now, make sure you have the right size, and we're going to put them on."



"You're gonna?.show us, actually, how to put one on?"



I hadn't even thought about that.  No, I couldn't take out my hardon and
demonstrate putting on a condom. I quickly diverted to Oakley.



"No," I said.  "I'm going to have Oakley and the older boys show you how to
put them on."



They were surprised but Oakley jumped right to it. He was hard?.most of the
boys were?.and he ripped the condom open and set it atop the head of his
cock. Then he stood up so they could all see and rolled it down, giving it
a little tug as it rolled over the wide head.



"Give it a little tug here so it don't stretch too tight and rip open," he
said, then he rolled it the rest of the way down the shaft.



It was beyond heart warming to watch the other inexperienced boys duplicate
his efforts.  It was downright erotic. I would've likely gotten fired or
even thrown in jail if anyone knew how I was teaching sex ed. One boy was
trying to put it on backwards and much to my surprise, Chris reached over
and turned it right and rolled it down over the head of his cock. Even more
surprising was when Oakley walked over to another boy and knelt down and
actually rolled the condom on for him.



"Thanks, Oakley," the boy said timidly.



"No problem, but take it off and put on another yourself, 'cause I might
not be there to put it on for you when you're in a clench and about to fuck
some lucky girl."



The condom class was successful beyond my expectations.  I even let the
boys wear the condoms out of class, cautioning them to dispose of them
properly.



"And do not flush them down the toilette!!  Oh, and one other thing I
forgot to mention.  Don't ever use oil-based lubricant, like Vaseline, on a
condom.  It will destroy the condom."





As told by Jordan:



I would be lying if I said that teaching the class to these young, horny
boys didn't keep me as anxious as my students for the next class. And I
would be lying if I didn't admit that there were dozens of scenarios
bouncing around in my head about how I could get something started with
certain boys. I even fantasized about the class turning into an orgy.

Happily, I got my secret wish and realized part of my fantasy without my
own doing.  Chris Carter came up to me in the hallway between classes one
day and asked if he could talk to me about something, in private.  Of
course.  I told him to come to my office after school but he would have to
give me time to get down there.  There always seemed to be so many loose
ends to tend to at the end of every day, and I wanted the locker room to
clear out. He said to take my time, he would work out while he waited. It
was a good hour before I made it down to my office. I bolted the locker
room door when I went in so we would not be interrupted.



"Chris, are you down here?" I called out.



"Yeah, be right there, Coach."



He came out of the weight room wearing just his PE shorts. His chest
gleamed with sweat and the crotch of his shorts was dark from sweat. He
preceded me into my office and sat on the couch. The way he sat was so sexy
I had to fight to keep my eyes at least at his chest level.



"So what's up?" I asked as I went around and sat behind my desk.



"I know our sex ed classes are wide open and private but this is something
I couldn't bring up in front of the other guys."



"Alright," I said with a nod and a quick glance into the V of his thighs.

He shifted his legs, with the left one laid across his right knee and I saw
his fingers dig into the leather arm of the old couch.



"You've never addressed the subject of homosexuality and I wonder if you're
going to do that."



"Do you think I should?"



"I think a lot of the boys would benefit from it."



"Well, I've had good intentions but honestly, Chris, I haven't figured out
quite how to approach it."



"That?.surprises me," he said.



"Oh? Why?"



"You're so good at covering every other aspect of the class, and bringing
guys out, everything seems to flow so freely."



"I've tried to anticipate the questions that would be asked and have an
answer ready."



He laughed.  "I don't know how you could; you never know what's going to
come out of some of their mouths."



I gave it a brief, thoughtful moment. "I think I've been waiting for
someone to bring up the subject. Can I ask, do you have a personal interest
in having the subject brought up?"



"I guess I do," he said rather sheepishly.  "You see, Coach, I wasn't
completely truthful about that story of getting a blowjob on the team
bus. I couldn't tell the whole story, that's the reason I wanted to talk to
you in private."



"Alright, what's the rest of the story?" I asked.



"I, uh?.when the bus driver put a stop to it and left the lights on in the
bus after that, I didn't want to see it end. Nobody did, but I ached for it
to happen again.  I heard rumors that the guy was still giving blowjobs but
I never knew when or where. Like I said, I was the new kid and I wasn't
drawn into the jocks' circle right away. I was so desperate that I finally
came out and asked him."



"I asked him, Hey, I hear you're still giving blowjobs. How can I get in on
it again?  I was cocky as hell about it, maybe even arrogant, but he didn't
take it that way. He just smiled and said he'd been wondering where I'd
been. So we arranged to meet after school at his locker. The building
always cleared out real fast after school. He took me up to the third floor
to the janitor's closet.  There was a closet like that on every floor so
the janitor would have his stuff handy wherever he was cleaning. We went in
and he locked the door. I wondered how he had access to the closet but I
didn't ask, because it didn't matter. All that mattered was that I was
gonna get another blowjob."



"It was pitch black in the closet but he got right to it; started undoing
my belt and jeans and pulled them down as he went to his knees. I let out a
loud groan when he took my cock in his mouth and he told me I'd have to be
quiet.  I choked it down after that. It was even better than I remembered
the first time. He sucked me for quite a bit and I was fighting to hold off
when suddenly he stopped.  I didn't know why and I couldn't see him, then I
felt his hands feeling to find me, first on my shoulders, then on my neck,
then he was holding my face in his hands. He kissed me, Coach. I was
horrified.  I'd never even thought about being kissed by a guy, but it was
happening and even though I was horrified I wasn't repulsed by it.  I sort
of liked it, especially when he shoved his tongue in my mouth. I'd French
kissed girls but those kisses were never like this. It was a really long,
hard kiss and it left me breathless when it ended. He laughed softly and
said, I thought so, as he was feeling around for my hands.  He took both of
my hands and pulled them down to his crotch. I was shocked to feel his bare
cock and balls that he forced me to feel. Then he put his hands on my
shoulders again and tried to push me down. He said he was collecting dues
that were owed him.  He said he was giving blowjobs only to those guys who
would suck him in return, and he wasn't going to finish this one if I
didn't go down on him."



He paused, looking like he might get up and leave. I didn't want him to do
that.  He had come this far and I didn't want him to lose his courage.



"And, what did you do?" I asked quietly.



"I didn't know what to do, Coach.  I didn't want it to end and not get any
more blowjobs but I couldn't do what he wanted. He kept pushing on my
shoulders and urging me-sort of cooing--to get on my knees and at least try
it. I could've stopped it. I could've just left."



"Yes," I agreed.



"I was bigger than him, and stronger, and he couldn't force me to?.to do
anything." He stopped and laughed nervously.  "I almost said he couldn't
force me to do anything I didn't want to do but that'd sound like I wanted
to do it, and I didn't.  I swear, Coach, it was like the strength was
draining from my legs and I felt myself going down. He cooed, 'Thata boy,'
and next thing I knew his cock was rubbing against my face. He had a lot of
precum and he was smearing it on my mouth."



He stopped again, suddenly, as if he had to catch his breath, or organize
his thoughts. I waited a few seconds.



"So, did you do him?" I asked quietly.



He nodded before he spoke.



"Yes," he said in a bare whisper.  "I wanted to believe he made me-I think
I was telling myself that--but he didn't. I could've overpowered him but I
didn't. I sucked him, Coach, and it was like it wasn't the first time.  It
was like I'd done it a thousand times before. And it suddenly felt like I
was doing it because I wanted to. I can't say I liked doing it and I can't
say I didn't.  I didn't want to be doing it but I was and nobody was
forcing me.  Christ, Coach, I never even thought about sucking a cock
before but there I was in that dark closet, sucking cock like a hungry
faggot."



"Don't use that term," I said softly.  He looked like he was about to
cry. I got up and went over to the couch where he sat with his head
down. He looked up at me with the most pitiful eyes.  It washed over me in
that moment that I did not want to sit beside him on the couch. It was a
moment-at-hand and I went to my knees in front of him. I really can't say
why; I told myself there was nothing sexual about it--I wanted only to
comfort him.  It was like a teacher getting down to a small boy's level in
order to better connect with him. Except Chris was no small boy.



"Listen to me, Chris," I said in a husky voice.  "You're not a faggot."



"What am I, then?  Straight guys don't suck cock," he said without looking
up.



"You're a healthy boy with a vivid imagination and a strong curiosity who
hasn't quite come to grips with who he is. You're going to be okay,
Chris. You're going to be okay and happy in your skin. Just know that
you're not alone. Boys all over the world deal with these things every
day."



"I don't know any," he said hoarsely.  Then he asked, "Did you when you
were my age?"



"Yes," I replied honestly.



"How did you deal with it?"



"Denial was the first step.  That made it easier because in denying it I
didn't have to deal with it.  But that didn't make it go away. The
feelings, the thoughts kept coming back."



"What kind of thoughts and feelings?" he asked.



"About other boys.  I had to be careful how I looked at other boys, and I
pushed the thoughts from my mind. I gave it a new name; admiration. I told
myself I was admiring this guy's muscles, or that guy's body. Even when I
took particular notice of another boy's cock I told myself I was just
checking out the competition; guys did that all the time."



"I never had those thoughts or feelings till I sucked that guy's cock,"
Chris said. "After that I realized I wasn't just admiring certain guys'
bodies, like you said, the thoughts and feelings were sexual."



"I understand that you're confused. It may take time to sort things
out. But don't buy trouble. Let the process play out."



"I don't wanta be gay."



"I don't know if that's a choice you have, Chris," I said gently.  "I do
know a lot of straight men, and boys, like gay sex."



"But I did gay sex."



"Giving one blowjob doesn't make you gay, any more than enjoying gay sex
makes you gay," I said.



"Coach, I don't know, and I shouldn't say it, but I think you're trying to
tell me you're gay.  Are you?  It's okay if you are, I'd never say anything
to anybody."



"I've never put that label to myself but I admit freely, I would like very
much to have sex with you right now," I said as I boldly groped the front
of his shorts. He started but quickly relaxed. I could feel that he wasn't
wearing a jockstrap. I kept looking at him till he looked up and our eyes
met. I must have had a questioning look; he nodded and I tugged at the
waistband of his shorts.  I pulled it down till his pubes were exposed then
he rose up from the couch for me to pull them down.  I worked them off and
tossed them aside, leaving him in nothing but his sneakers. I looked back
and drank in the wonderful sight of his naked body with its crowning glory
nestled between his massive thighs. I took hold of his cock and stroked it,
while admiring it.  I glanced up at him again and saw the longing in his
eyes just before I went down on him.



"Awwww, Coach, I should've showered," he moaned softly.



I glanced up at him, shaking my head, and kept on sucking him. He tasted
just fine and the sweat musk was like an aphrodisiac. With each stroke I
worked my way down on his cock till my face was buried in his crotch. He
scooted down on the couch, spreading his legs wider to give me unfettered
access to his cock.  I took him all the way with each stroke and he was
soon thrusting his cock up into my throat. I didn't expect him to last
long, and he didn't. I didn't mind. I wanted his load and I didn't believe
this would be our only time together.

He warned me he was coming and when I didn't stop he gave himself up to
it. His cock bolted in my mouth and spurted out great ropes of warm, thick
cum.  He quickly covered my tongue and I whimpered with the taste of him as
I swirled the stuff around the head of his cock. As often happens his cock
became too sensitive for him to bear and with his hips jerking about he
begged me to get off.  I lifted my head and sat back on my haunches. He
quickly grabbed up his shorts and handed them to me to spit in. Instead, I
swallowed. His eyes bugged out in disbelief.  I swallowed several more
times then wiped my mouth with his shorts and handed them back to him.

I got up and sat beside him on the couch, his hard cock still tall and hard
between his legs.



"I wasn't expecting this," he said after a moment.



"What were you expecting?" I asked.



"I was?.God's truth, Coach, I was expecting to suck you."



"You still can," I said.



"Yes, I want to," he said, reaching over to feel my cock through my pants.



"But not now," I said. "There's plenty of time. To do it now, I would feel
like you're doing it out of obligation; payback."



"Can I ask you something, Coach? Do you ever do this with any of the other
guys?"



"Would you want me to answer that if it was someone else asking?"



"No, I guess not. Except I was asking for my own selfish reasons," he said.



"Oh?"



"Like if it was Oakley asking, I wouldn't care if you told him."



"I've never done anything with Oakley," I said.



"But if he ever asked, for some reason??"



"You've got feelings for Oakley?"



"I didn't before but yeah, I do now.  He is so hot; all those muscles, and
the way his big cock swings around.  I have to keep looking away from him
in the locker room when there are other guys around.  I'd do him in a
heartbeat, even if he was using me just for a blowjob."



"That's quite a testimonial. What about when there are no other guys
around?" I asked.



"I've only been alone with him in the locker room one time and I was so
nervous, I could barely talk. Honestly, Coach, he leaves me weak in the
knees."



I didn't have to give it more than a moment's thought. I reached over and
squeezed his leg.



"If I could arrange for you and Oakley to be in the locker room by
yourselves??"



"Oh, Godd, my stomach ties in knots just thinking about it."



"I don't know what he might be up for?.you'd have to find that out for
yourself," I said.



"I don't know what I'd say. It's scary just thinking about it."



"And you don't know what's going on in his handsome head. He might be
wanting the same thing. If this was turned around and I was talking to him
right now instead of you, don't you think he would be just as scared?"



"I can't imagine him being scared of anything. If he wanted something, I
think he would go after it."



"Well, then, why don't we find out?"



"Yes, if you could arrange it, I would be forever grateful."



Truth was, I had my own selfish reasons.  If Chris could bring Oakley out
in the open that would lay the groundwork for me.  I wanted Oakley as bad
as Chris did. I asked Oakley if he could stay after school one evening and
help me clean and rearrange my office. I asked Chris the same thing. They
were both willing and eager to help. Neither one knew the other would be
there.

I defused my air conditioner so my office was warm when they got there.  I
turned on the ceiling fan to circulate the warm air, hoping to make them
uncomfortable enough that they would take off their shirts. After moving my
desk and chair, the big old couch and two cabinets, and straightening some
mats and some old athletic equipment, they were sweating profusely and the
shirts came off.



"You guys should've changed into your PE shorts," I said.



"Good idea."



They went into the locker room and came back in their PE shorts and
sneakers.  Beautiful.



"I saved the best till last," I said, motioning to a huge, ceiling-to-
floor shelf that sat against the wall behind where my desk had sat.  "I
would like it moved over against that wall where it's more accessible. And
half the crap can probably be thrown away."



We set about cleaning everything out of the shelf and sorting and tossing
stuff into garbage bags to be thrown away.



"What's the hell is this doing tucked away back here?" Oakley asked as he
pulled out an old jockstrap from pile of dingy towels.



Chris went over to have a look.  "There's a name inside the waist band.
M. McCord."



"That's Mitch McCord," Oakley said rather excitedly.



"Who is Mitch McCord," Chris asked.



"Only the greatest tight end ever to pull on a jockstrap," Oakley said.
"He graduated when I was in eighth grade. He had a younger brother, they
were both great athletes.  Probably the reason he put his initial in it;
his brother's name was Ben."



"So why would his jockstrap be stuffed in with these old towels?" Chris
asked.



"I don't know but this was worn by the greatest athlete in the state.  It
ought to be preserved for posterity."



"Well, I don't think they'll let us put it in the trophy case," I said.



"They should," Oakley said.



"Well, right now, I'd like us to move that shelf."



"It's probably anchored to the wall," Chris said as he went over to inspect
it.  "It is but it's coming loose."



"Just don't let it come crashing down on us," Oakley said.



We all grabbed hold and eased the shelf out from the wall several inches.
The anchors pulled loose easily and we pushed, pulled and walked the shelf
around to the adjoining wall. The boys held it in place while I got my
tools out of my desk drawer. I didn't bother with anchors, I simply nailed
the shelf to the wall.



"Where does that door lead?" Chris asked turning back to the other wall, to
a door.



"I have no idea. I didn't know it was there," I said.



There was no door knob on the door but I pried it open with the end of a
nail puller.  It gave way to a dark cavern of a room.  I got a flashlight
out of my drawer and shined it in.



"It's an old shower room."



"Hey, I remember when I was in grade school, there was talk about
installing all new showers because the old ones were leaking and pipes were
rusting out."



I found the light switch and then explored the room with the boys, thinking
of the prospects it held.  I led them out and told them to move one of the
cabinets in front of the door.



"Look, let's keep this our secret," I said. "I don't want guys sneaking in
there to skip class. Okay, it looks like we're done here.  You guys can go
shower then why don't you climb in the tank while we wait for the pizza."















                           Epilogue Chapter Eight



The boys went to shower and I busied myself rearranging stuff on the big
shelf and cleaning out my desk. I purposely delayed ordering the
pizza. Then I got a wrench thrown in to my plans.

I looked up from my desk and there stood Campbell Harden, the
fourteen-year-old who'd fucked the neighbor woman using one of his dad's
condoms.



"Campbell! What're you doing here?" I asked, visibly surprised.



"I had detention," he said rather sheepishly. "You said if I ever needed a
ride....if it wouldn't be too much trouble?.I can wait till you finish
whatever you have to do. Or I could help if you've got something I can do."



This came out of left field.  My first reaction was to get him out of the
locker room and drive him home. It wouldn't take long and it would leave
Oakley and Chris alone for a while. But then the devious side of my brain
kicked in. Campbell was a mature and worldly fourteen-year-old, he was
cute, and hot as fuck?.just maybe he would fit into the scheme of things.



"You changed your office," he said.  Then, "I hear water running; is there
someone in the showers?"



"Yes, Chris and Oakley.  They stayed late to help rearrange my office. It
was a pretty dirty job. Listen, if you wanta do something while we're
waiting on them, you could inventory all of the supplies and gear on the
shelf and in the cabinets."



It wasn't just busy work; I'd been intending to create an inventory but
just never had the time. Still, I wanted to keep him busy till the other
two boys were in the tank.  I worked with him and kept him busy till the
showers turned off, then for a few minutes longer, till the boys would be
in the tank. I left to check on them and came back in the office and told
Campbell the boys had decided to get in the tank so it would be a while
longer before I could take him home.

He said it was okay, it would give him a chance to finish with the
inventory.  I would give it a few more minutes before I brought the boys
together.



"There's no rush on the inventory, Campbell, you can finish it any time you
have some free time," I said.



He put down the clipboard and pen and followed me out into the locker room
where Oakley and Chris were in opposite ends of the tank.



"Hey Campbell, we didn't know you were here," Oakley greeted him
cheerfully.



"I needed a ride," he said as he walked over to the tank, rather
cautiously, I thought, as if he was afraid to approach the two older jocks.



"Campbell's inventorying the supplies and gear for me," I said. I noticed
the way he was eyeing the boys, with a look of mixed envy and admiration; a
normal reaction from a boy his age looking upon two older muscular jocks.



"Do you guys mind if Campbell gets in the tank with you?" I asked. He
looked around at me, surprised and a bit wide-eyed.



"Heck no, climb in," Oakley said.



I could tell he wanted to but I saw his reluctance. "It's okay, go ahead,
we've got time," I told him. "



I watched him undressing, hesitantly, while I got some towels. I also
noticed when he was naked that his cock-sizeable for a
fourteen-year-old-looked fluffed up. The boys welcomed him, moving to make
room for him and Oakley reached out for his arm to steady him when he
climbed in the tank.



"I've never been in the tank before," Campbell said as he climbed in.



"You'll like it," Oakley said.



"Looks like you're liking it already, you're boning up," Chris joked as
Campbell was sinking down into the roiling water beside Oakley.



I laid the towels on the bench closest to the tank.



"Hey, Coach, why don't you get in here with us?" Oakley said.



Any coach's fantasy!  I had hopes for this small gathering but I wasn't
expecting this.  I hesitated.



"I guess you're not supposed to, huh," Oakley said.



"No, I'll do it, just don't say anything.  Let me get the door," I said.  I
left and went up the ramp and bolted the door.  I returned, peeling off my
T-shirt.  The boys were smiling, obviously anxious and excited that their
coach was going to get in the tank with them.  I wondered how many other
coaches were this lucky. Probably more than anyone wanted to admit.  I
noticed how they watched me undressing. The anticipation was almost
electric as I hooked my thumbs in the waistband of my jockstrap and pulled
it down. Their eyes danced when they saw my cock.



"Funny, Coach, all the times we've all been in the locker room, we've never
seen you naked," Oakley said.



"It's considered inappropriate, so don't say anything about this," I said
as I swung one leg over to climb in the tank.  I slid down in the water on
Chris's end.  He moved over to make room for me but we couldn't help
touching.  The tank wasn't made for four.



"That don't seem fair, does it; you see all of us naked all the time,"
Chris said.



"That's just the way it is," I said.



"It's a stupid rule," Oakley said. "Seeing you naked would be an
inspiration. Not that you don't inspire us wearing your gym shorts."



"I'm an inspiration?" I said, laughing. I was keenly aware of Chris's
nakedness against me.



"You are, Coach," young Campbell put in. "Guys wanta be like you when they
get older."



"Well, I'm honored to hear that," I said. "But if I'm an inspiration in my
gym shorts, there's really no reason for me to run around naked, is there?"



"If the guys saw you like this, heck yeah, I think that'd be a real
inspiration," Campbell said.



"Yeah, Coach, it's pretty hard not to notice how you're hung," Oakley said.



"Yeah, anybody would wanta be built like you, Coach."



"I doubt that's the kind of inspiration the school board expects me to
impart," I said. "In fact, this conversation would be considered
inappropriate."



"The way I see it, a coach is different from any other teacher," young
Campbell said.



"Well, yeah, we don't go to any other class naked," Chris joked.



"A math teacher teaches math," Campbell went on.  "He might inspire you to
learn but you're being inspired by what he knows.  You're inspired by a
coach for the man he is and you wanta grow up to be like him.  He's a
physical role model."



"If this was one of my classes and you were saying these things, I would be
embarrassed," I said.



"It's true, Coach.  You don't know how everybody watches you," Oakley said.
"I've seen freshmen boys try to emulate how you move."



"That's right. I'm one of them," Campbell said.



"Okay, let's stop the sucking up," I joked.  "You will all grow to become
the men you were born to be. It's inevitable; there's no stopping it. Look
at you, Campbell, you're already way more mature than most of your
classmates. You'll soon be a man to be reckoned with. And you two guys,
you're already both more man than boy. Just give mother nature a chance."



"How about you, Coach? Did you mature early or were you a late bloomer?"
Chris asked.



"I was more like Campbell; I matured beyond my years. I was bigger than my
dad when I was sixteen."



"Everywhere?" Campbell asked.



"Yeah, everywhere.  He said he was jealous."



"Did you ever see your dad with a hardon?"



"Yes, lots of times."



"Did your dad ever see you with a hardon?"



I laughed. "Every morning of my life.  We had to share the bathroom getting
ready for school and work so there wasn't much modesty going on in our
house.  Being a teenager-you guys know how that is-I woke up every morning
with a hardon. He taught me not to be self conscious about it."



The whole time we were talking I could feel Chris's leg pressing against
mine, and feel him flexing his thigh muscles. Maybe it was a nervous twitch
but I didn't think so.  And Oakley had put his arm across Campbell's
shoulders, holding him in tight.



"Could I ask you something, Coach?"  Oakley asked.



"I've told you, you can ask me anything."



"Do you have a hardon?  'Cause I'm boned up somethin' awful. I don't know
if it's from the jets or all this talk but I'm achin' hard."



The other two boys laughed, and I had to chuckle myself.



"I said you could ask me anything, I didn't say I would answer every
question," I said. Then I got another wonderful surprise when Chris reached
over and grabbed my cock.



"Yep, he's hard," he announced as he squeezed my cock. "Hard and big."



I instinctively grabbed his wrist but he wasn't letting go. His hand felt
good and fuck, if he was brave enough to make the first move, I wasn't
about to break the mood. Chris's boldness emboldened the others.



"How about you, Campbell, are you hard?" Oakley asked.



"Shit, he was boning up when he was getting in the tank," Chris said.



"Why don't you feel and find out?" Campbell replied smartly.



Oakley reached down in the water for his cock. "Geezzuss, Campbell, you're
worried about growing up to be like Coach? Shit you oughta feel this big
fucker."



"It's not as big as yours," Campbell said.



"How do you know, you've never seen me with a hardon, have you?"



"No, but you're bigger and older than me."



"How long can you stay under water?" Oakley asked him with a sly grin.



"I don't know."



"Why don't you duck under and find out. I'll time you."



"Why do you wanta know how long I can?.Ohh! Wait!...glugg, glug?."  His
words were cut off when Oakley grabbed him by the back of the neck and
dunked him.



We couldn't see clearly through the roiling water but it was obvious that
Oakley had dunked him right down to his crotch.  I reached over and turned
off the jets, turning the water into a gentle swirl, and we could see more
clearly.  Campbell had Oakley's cock in his mouth.  Chris and I looked at
each other.



"That give you any ideas?" I asked him.



He didn't say anything; he bent over me and went underwater and took my
cock in his mouth.

Oakley let go of Campbell's head and he broke the surface gasping for air.



"What'd you make me do that for!" Campbell complained.



"Make you?" Oakley scoffed.  "You were chowing down like you were starved
for cock."



"I was not. You made me do it. Why don't you see how long you can stay
underwater."



Without a word or hesitation, Oakley dove under and gobbled up the younger
boy's cock. It surprised him.



"Ohhh?.Awwhh?.Ohh, Coach, he?.he's doing it?.he's sucking my cock!"
Campbell blurted out, his head tossed back against the edge of the tank.
Then he saw us.  "Oh, fuck?.C-Chris's sucking you! Aww, I don't believe
this is happening!"



Oakley stayed under for quite a bit and Chris was still under. Finally he
broke the surface and took in a huge gulp of air.



"Wow!  That was awesome!  I never sucked a cock underwater before," he
gasped.  "How long did you stay under, Campbell?"



"I don't know; only as long as he made me."



"You didn't like it?" Chris asked.



"I?.d-don't know?.I guess it wasn't so bad. He surprised me, that's all."



Chris stood up then and moved to the other end. He reached down and grabbed
Oakley by the hair and pulled his head out of the water.



"Hey, aqua-man, don't be so greedy; Campbell wants another try.



"I didn't say that!" Campbell blurted as Oakley sucked in air, shaking the
water out of his hair.



Oakley stood up then, facing the younger boy with is cock aimed at his
face. "All you gotta do is ask, Little Man," he said, and when Campbell's
mouth was open to protest, Oakley shoved his cock in it.



When Chris came back to my end of the tank he stood over me and fed me his
cock. After several minutes I eased him back.



"Let's trade," I said.



"You want Campbell?"



"Yeah." I definitely wanted Campbell! He and Chris traded places and when
Campbell came to my end of the tank I stood up. "Let's go over to the
table."



I got out of the tank and gave him a hand then grabbed up a towel and put
it over his shoulders.



"Are you going to give me a rubdown?" he asked.



"If you want me to."



"Yeah, I'd like that."



And I would like having my hands all over his lithe, muscular young body. I
spread another towel over the table and motioned for him to get on it. I
didn't use the head rest. He climbed on the table and stretched out on his
stomach, his head on his folded arms, and Ohh, Godd, there was that tight
little ass staring up at me.



"I'll use oil instead of liniment," I told him.



"Good, I hate the smell of that stuff.  Reminds me of my grandpa's horses."



"Well, you shouldn't mind, you're a pony yourself," I said, smacking him
playfully on the butt.  I didn't tell him the real reason for using oil. He
would find that out for himself. I drizzled oil over his body then began
massaging his smooth muscles. He moaned with contentment.  I did his upper
body first then moved down to his legs.  I worked my way up his calves to
his thighs and from there I tackled his butt.  What a glorious feeling to
have those smooth, solid twin mounds in my hands. My mouth was watering so
that I had to swallow my spit.



"That feels good," he murmured.



It was good to hear that he enjoyed my hands on his butt. Gradually I
became more bold and intimate. I stroked my fingers between his buns and
then massaged the back of his legs, working my thumbs into the split.  At
one point I spread his butt apart and ran my slick fingers deftly over his
hole. He moaned again. I did that a couple more times, working it in as a
normal part of the massage.  Next trip up his thighs I ran both thumbs up
into his crack and allowed one thumb to penetrate his asshole.



"UUhhhnnnnn!" he moaned softly.



"Sorry, my thumb slipped," I said.



"It's okay, it didn't go in very far. It didn't hurt; felt kinda good," he
said.



"Do you want me to massage you there?" I asked.



"If you want to."



I began to concentrate on his butt, especially his tiny hole.  I ran my
thumb in as deep as I could. His asshole squeezed tightly around it.



"That okay?" I asked.



"Yeah, feels fine," he replied.



Next time I shoved both thumbs through, causing him to wince a little.



"How about that? Is it too much? I don't wanta hurt you."



"No, it surprised me, that's all. I feel stretched out."



"Let me know if you want me to stop.  I don't wanta hurt you," I told him
again.



"It don't hurt, Coach.  Just do whatever you do with a massage."



I began working my thumbs back and forth and wriggling them around inside
his ass. He moaned and squirmed around on my thumbs. He sounded really
excited. I couldn't stand to wait any longer.



"Raise up on your knees," I told him.



Without question, he rose up with his butt right in my face, spread apart
so beautifully inviting. I almost choked on my spit.  I pulled his hole
apart with my thumbs so I could see inside him. Then I buried my face in
his butt and drove my tongue up inside him as far as it would reach.



"Awwwh!....Awwh, Coach, w-what you d-doing!" he cried out over his
shoulder.



He grabbed a corner of the towel and stuffed it in his mouth as I devoured
his ass. His asshole welcomed my tongue with tight, palpitating squeezes.
I ate him up to the point I was afraid he might cum, then I stopped.



One of the boys in the tank said, "Hey, look at what coach's doing to
Campbell."



"Ohh, Coach, I never felt anything so good in all my life," he whimpered.



"I wanta show you something else that'll make you feel even better," I
said.  "Better hold onto the top of you head."



I used more oil and shoved both thumbs in is ass again, this time,
searching for his prostate.  I found it, pulsating and quivering madly, and
squeezed and massaged it.



"Oh, Godd!  Ohhh, Coach! What is that! Ohhh, Godd it is better! I can't
hardly stand it, Coach!  Godd, it feels so wonderful, it's gonna make me
cum!"



I took him to the edge then pulled my thumbs out and rimmed him again.  I
took him to the point that I thought he was sobbing with pleasure, then I
paused.



"Why'd you stop?" he asked in a weak voice.



"I don't want you to cum," I said.



"It felt like I was gonna burst."



"Do you want to cum?"



"I do and I don't.  It's so good but I don't want you to stop."



I shoved my middle finger in, reaching deeper and he cried out again. At
the same time I licked and kissed all around his hole. When I lifted my
head there was Chris and Oakley standing at the table, watching and
stroking their cocks.



"I wish I could get my finger and my tongue in you at the same time," I
said.



"Aww, I do too, but I don't know if I could stand it; I think you'd drive
me right out of my mind." Then he surprised me. "Your finger feels good,
Coach, going in so deep but it feels like I want something bigger, to go in
even deeper. Could I do that, Coach, take something deeper and it not
hurt?"



Oakley punched Chris and smiled.



"I think you're past hurting, Campbell," I said. "But all I've got that's
bigger is more fingers. They won't go any deeper but you might like how
they stretch you more."



"Use 'em, them.  Godd, Coach, this is feeling so good. I never dreamed I
even had feelings like this in my ass."



I gradually worked four fingers into his ass and he loved it.

At the same time I pulled his cock back between his legs and took it in my
mouth.  He muffled an animal like cry in the towel.  After only a couple of
minutes he reached back to push my head away.



"I can't take it, Coach," he gasped. "I feel like I'm gonna explode."



"You can cum if you want to."



"No I want more; I don't wanta cum yet."



"Coach, he wants your cock.  He wants you to fuck him," Oakley whispered.



I finally bit the bullet. I leaned up over him and whispered, "Campbell, I
do have something bigger?.do you want my cock? Would you like me to fuck
you?"



"Yess! Do it!  I want it so bad," he whimpered.



I pulled him back and stood him on his feet with his upper body sprawled
across the table. My cock was ready except for lube.  I quickly stroked it
with my slick hands and set the head against his hole.  I grabbed the towel
and shoved it in his face.  He stuffed it in his mouth as I was pushing
against his hole.  He was nice and relaxed and stretched and I entered him
effortlessly. I heard his muffled groan but it sounded like pleasure, not
pain, and I drove deeper into his ass.  He took me remarkably easy. When I
was all the way in I gently tugged at the towel. The other two boys were
smiling.



"Is that okay, Campbell?"



"Yesss!  Awwwh, yess, Coach, it's more'n okay; it's wonderful.  Godd,
Coach, I never dreamed anything could feel so wonderful."



I began fucking him, gently at first, but as he began to respond I picked
up the pace and fucked him harder.  He loved it.



 "What the fuck, Coach, you're brutalizing Campbell's virgin ass?" Oakley
said jokingly as he moved around behind me.



"Ask him if he wants me to stop," I said, as I continued to pound his ass.



I felt Oakley's hand on my butt then, squeezing and caressing it. "How
about I brutalize your ass, Coach?" he said.



"If you're man enough to handle it," I said smartly.



"I'll let you be the judge of that," he said as he picked up the bottle of
oil.



Meanwhile Chris stood at the side of the table, offering his cock for
Campbell to suck.  It was awkward and I maneuvered us around to the side of
the table so Campbell was sprawled across it and had ready access to
Chris's cock.  Chris brutalized his mouth.

I paused from fucking Campbell then let out a low groan as Oakley shoved
his cock in me. I pushed back on it.



"Okay, Coach, fuck yourself silly," Oakley said as I started snapping my
hips back and forth, doing double duty with the motions; driving my cock
into Campbell then thrusting my ass back onto Oakley's big cock.



"Do you wanta cum, Campbell, or do you want me to ease off when you get
close?"



"Cum," he said.



At that, Chris ducked under the table to suck Campbell. I was surprised the
boy held off so long.  Oakley dumped his load inside my ass before Campbell
went off.  I felt it coming then thrilled at the way his still snug ass
went crazy around my cock as he shot his load, and I could hear Chris
moaning with pleasure as he took the boy's load in his mouth.  At the same
time I felt the heat of Chris's cum splattering against my ankles.

After a moment we collapsed apart, me still with a raging hardon.  The boys
took pity on me.



"Okay, guys, we can't leave Coach in this condition," Oakley said as he
grabbed hold of my cock.  He grabbed Campbell around the neck with his
other hand and forced him to his knees.  Campbell eagerly devoured my cock.
"You get down there and help him," he told Chris, then he went around
behind and started rimming me.



"What the fuck!" he blurted. "Fuck, guys, Coach has got a tattoo on his
ass! Two tattoos! "



They all got down behind me to inspect my tattoo then Oakley directed them
to get back to what they were doing while he kissed and licked my tattoos.



"And how did you handle the issue of homosexuality in the class?" Will
asked.





Continued by Jordan:



I gave a lot of thought to that.  I could give it a cursory review, or skip
over it altogether. But Chris had found the courage to raise the issue and
I felt I had to give it good and proper attention. How much attention would
remain to be seen; I would first see how much interest and curiosity there
was among the boys. I was nervous as hell as I faced the class that day,
not just over how the class might go, but also knowing that three of the
boys now knew about me.



       "There is one more facet of sexuality that I feel needs to be
addressed?.homosexuality," I began. "Whether you believe that being gay is
a choice or you are born gay, homosexuality has always existed.  Simply
put, some boys are attracted to other boys. You may or may not be one of
those boys but whether you are or not is not at issue here.  Just know that
there is nothing wrong with you. You may not know it but you are in good
company. Just as an attraction to girls nearly always leads to sex with
girls, it follows that an attraction to boys almost always leads to sex
with boys.  It's in the natural scheme of things. In many ways, sex between
two boys is very similar to sex between a boy and a girl; touching,
kissing, fondling, and of course the feelings. The most common activity
between one boy and another, besides jacking off together, is sucking each
other's cocks. I don't believe two boys playing around and jacking off
together, or even jacking each other, falls in the category of
homosexuality."



       "The more advanced activity is fucking as I'm sure you
know. Obviously, boys don't have pussies or clits but still have the
feelings, so boys must improvise; boys fuck each other in the ass.  You
might cringe at this.  Is it painful?  It can be at first but this can be
true with a girl. You might cringe, too, at the cleanliness aspect.  There
are ways of taking care of that."  I paused to take out three Fleets I'd
purchased and handed them to be passed around.  "These are available in any
drug store. Take the time to read the directions.  I want it understood
that I am not condoning any sexual activity whether it be between two boys
or a boy and a girl.  Neither am I condemning it."



       "If it hurts, then why do guys do it?" someone asked.



       "The pain is temporary," I said.



       "After the pain goes away, what makes it feel good? I mean, a boy
doesn't have a clit or anything to make it feel good."



       I had to pause to gather my thoughts and decide if I should go
there. It's boys' sex ed, I thought, and I was asked a question. My
credibility hinged on an honest answer.



       "Actually, he does," I said. "Not a clit, but something
comparable. But we will need to save that for another class." I felt they
thought I was copping out but the next phase of their education would take
up more time than we had left. And in a way, I was copping out, or perhaps
buying time.



       The more I thought about it, the more I knew I had to face the issue
head on. Finally, I bit the bullet.  I did a quick count of the boys on the
roster of my sex ed class then went out and bought up enough Fleets for
every one of them. I had to go to nearly every drug store and grocery store
in town. Two days later I took up where we'd left off.

       "Does anyone remember the last question that was asked?"



       A hand shot up right away.



       "Yeah, it was me. We were talking about why it feels good for a guy
to get fucked when it hurts, 'cause a boy don't have a clit like a girl to
make it feel good. And you said actually, he does. But nobody knows where
it is."



I explained about filling them with warm water and repeating the process
till the water in the toilette was clear, then told them to go back to the
restroom by the showers and use them. It took several minutes and while
they were doing that I sprayed a veil of room deodorant down the hall way
as a barrier. Confusion reigned as they all returned to the locker room.

       I reviewed the prostate with them and pointed out its location just
inside their assholes and explained again that its primary function is to
be to secrete about one third of the fluid that makes up a load of cum; but
that there is a secondary but very important function that is largely
ignored.



       "I like to call it the seat of your male sexuality; or more
commonly, your love nut. Your boy clit, shall we say. It's a tiny organ
about the size of a walnut. It is not an inanimate organ. It is very
animate during sex and literally goes wild when you climax. Now, if you
care to participate in an experiment and see if you can find yours, you can
use the olive oil being passed around for lube."



"If we don't know what it feels like, how will we know if we've found it,"
one boy asked.



       "You'll know," I assured him. "And if you're unable to locate it
yourself, perhaps you can enlist the help of someone?. help each other
out. Or, I can help you." I immediately regretted saying the last but the
prospect of it excited me.



       There was some hesitancy at first as if they were all waiting for
someone else to be the first. Then Oakley, the natural leader, walked over
to the olive oil, squirted some in his hand and began probing his ass with
his slick fingers.  When he showed no sign of pain or discomfort another
boy tried it, then Chris did, and yet another boy followed suit.



"You finding it?" Oakley asked Chris.



"No, I know it's in there, I've felt it before, but I can't find it. You
find yours?"



"Yeah, and mannnn, it feels great. Bend over and let me give you a hand."



Chris bent over the bench and Oakley started probing his ass with two
fingers. He wasn't gently and Chris winced a couple of times then his mouth
flew open with a gasp.



"Awwww, yeahh! You found it! Ohh, fuck, man, that's awesome!  Don't stop,
keep doing it."



As the boys witnessed the pleasure Chris was getting more of them tried
it. As one would find his own prostate he would give another boy a
hand. The pleasurable moans began to permeate the locker room. I was
surprised how comfortable they were then, offering to help each other
out. It was an unbelievable sight watching them fingering one another's
assholes but I could see the frustration when they couldn't find what they
were looking for.  Oakley and Chris jumped in to give them a hand.



"Here, let me do that," Oakley said to one boy.  He laid him back on the
bench and began fingering his ass.  "There, feel that?"



"Ohh!  Ohh, fuck!....yeah, I can feel it!  Ohhh, man, I see what you
mean. That feels great!"



       Seeing the results, the rest of the boys waited for Chris and Oakley
to get to them. One boy said to Oakley, "Do you wanta go ahead and fuck me
while you're at it?" Oakley smacked him on the butt and went to the next
boy.

       Nearby on another bench I watched a boy tremble through a total
climax as Chris was helping him discover his prostate.



       "Wow, you shot your load," Chris said, laughing.



"That's the first time I ever cum!" the boy gasped in shock.



Everyone was so impressed that they paused to gather around and see the
product of his very first cum.



"Damn, that's a lot for your first cum."



"Yeah, I barely dribbled my first time."



       They weren't all finished before the bell rang and I kept them late
till every boy had experienced the discovery of his love nut. I had to
write them all passes to their next classes.



	"And that's my story," he finished, turning the conversation back
to us.

	"You should keep a journal," Will said.

"Was that the end of it?" Jason asked. "Did any relationships develop with
any of those boys?"

"I wouldn't say relationship but we turned the old shower room into secret
love nest."

"Orgy room is more like it," Adam said.  "But that's not entirely the end
of it."

"What'd he leave out?" I asked.

"Yeah, what'd I leave out?" Jordan asked.

"When we get back we're taking Oakley in to live with us."

"You should've brought him along," I said.

"I'm curious about that old jockstrap you found," Will said.

"They mounted it over the door of the equipment room and the boys had a
ritual where they reached up and touched it on their way out to a game, for
good luck."

"You speak in the past tense; did somebody put a stop to it?" I asked.

"Oh hell no," he said. "After they won the state championship they started
lifting each other up to kiss it."

	"And now you, Father Colby?" Jordan asked thoughtfully.  "How do
you reconcile who you were with who you are?

	"There is no reconciliation required.  I am who I always was.  God
made no distinction."

	"I thought they were screening out homosexuals from the
seminaries," someone said.

	"And just how the hell are they going to do that?" Colby said,
bringing a round of laughter."

	"You do have a life, though."

	"I have my private and very discreet life, outside the parish," he
said.

	"What I want to know is, are you going to hear confessions after
all of this is over?" someone else joked.

"I'm not here in a priestly capacity but I never refuse to hear
confession," he said.

"All this talk has got me boned up," Jason said.  "For old times' sake," he
said as he went to his knees in front of Jordan's chair.

Will looked at me.  I got up to go over to him, fully expecting to kneel
beside the couch and take care of his hardon. Instead he took hold of my
cock and pulled me against the arm of the couch and leaned over to take it
in his mouth. Okay, but I still wanted his magnificent cock. When I leaned
over to take hold of it he stretched out and he urged me over the arm of
the couch in a sixty-nine. I hoped the boys didn't come in from the camper.
On the other hand, what if they did?





















































                           Epilogue Chapter Nine



I was up early, before dawn.  I was surprised when I went downstairs, to
find Will out on the porch with a cup of coffee. I got myself a cup and
stepped out to join him.

"It's beautiful here," he said.

"We like it," I said.

"We're the only ones up?" he asked.

"Looks like it.  That was pretty incredible last night," I said.

"To say the least.  I was great listening to Jordan.  Braden said I would
like his family but I didn't expect to like you so much so soon," he said,
laughing softly. "Especially Jason," he added. "Braden said he might take a
little time getting used to."

"He is pretty straight forward. The boys used to call him gruff," I said.
"I don't know what Braden was thinking, checking you into a motel."

Will laughed.  "He was a little worried."

"About your skin color?"

"Yes."

"That's what I don't understand.  He knew it wouldn't make a bit of
difference."

"Well, we're past that hurdle," he said with a big smile. "Listen, I'm
pretty handy in the kitchen."

"I expect you're pretty handy in any room in the house."

We went back inside and set about peeling potatoes and I enjoyed watching
the muscles in Will's forearm.  When the potatoes were in the big stock pot
I pulled the turkey out of the refrigerator.

"My grandmother taught me how to cook a turkey," Will said.

"Be my guest," I said. "We're going to have a wide variety of meat-wild
game--but Jason insisted on a turkey. So what do you need for it?"

"Just salt and pepper and butter."

"Jason got personal last night, asking about Luke and you. I hope you
didn't mind."

"I didn't take it as personal," he said.

"Then perhaps you won't mind me asking??"

"I know what you're going to ask, but go ahead," he said with a smile.

"What am I going to ask?"

"About Luke and me.  And Luke and Aaron, and Luke and Braden?.our family
situation in general."

"Alright, consider it asked."

"I see ours as normal a household as any, with the obvious twist. What
you're asking about is between Braden and me, and between Luke and Aaron."

"Do you think that might ever change? Between you and Luke, I mean." I was
watching the man's arm as he rubbed the butter and salt and pepper all
around the inside of the bird.

	"That will be up to Luke," he answered without hesitation. "We've
had that talk, and he knows I would never reject him.  Right now we are all
very happy the way things are.  What about your family?  You and Jason, and
Kyle and Devon, I mean."

"We've crossed that bridge," I said.

"That's wonderful. Could I ask something else?"

"Certainly.  We hardly have any secrets."

"Braden's told me about your extended family. Will anything else like what
happened with us be happening?"

I smiled.  "I learned a long time ago not to second guess our boys, so I'm
not making any predictions."

"But there's nothing to be concerned about, I mean with Luke and the older
guys."

"No, not unless Luke pursues it, and probably not even if he does. Like you
said, it's between Luke and Aaron.  Whatever the younger boys cook up will
be between them.  Will it bother you if Luke hooks up with one of the older
guys?"

"Normally, yes.  But not with your older guys."

 "What are you doing to that poor turkey!" Jason blurted from behind us.

"Nothing I didn't already do to you and Brad," Will said.

I was tearing the bread I'd laid out for dressing when Jason came up and
kissed me on the neck.

"I've got a great idea for the dressing," he whispered, loud enough for
Will to hear.

"Do I wanta hear it?" I asked.

He didn't answer but turned to Will. "Do you wanta give me a hand with the
dressing?"

"My grandmother didn't teach me how to make dressing," Will said.

"Brad will make it, I just wanta add the finishing touch," Jason said as he
boldly groped the front of Will's jeans. "Forget giving me a hand, give me
your cock." Without waiting he undid Will's jeans and shoved them down off
his hips along with his shorts.  Will's huge, black cock swung out
majestically. "Godd, that is a beautiful cock," Jason said as he pulled on
it. He squatted down and took it in his mouth.

Will gaped down at him with a look of shock.  "What if the boys come down?"

I shrugged.  Jason couldn't say anything, he had his mouth full. I noticed
he was pretty good at deep-throating him and I wondered if he'd gotten in
some practice that I didn't know about.

"Don't try to hold off, I need your load," he told Will, pausing to stroke
his slick cock.

I suddenly realized what he was going to do.

When Will was in the final throes Jason got off his cock, his hand out.

"Give me the dressing pan."

I handed it to him, with some reservations to be sure. He got back on
Will's cock and the black stallion fucked his throat, anxious and straining
to work up his cum. At the end, Jason got off the burgeoning cock and
jacked it, aimed at the dressing pan.  Groaning and hips jerking, Will shot
ten or twelve ropes of thick, creamy cum all over the bread. It was a huge
load and I wished I could've had it in my mouth, but it was now part of
Thanksgiving dinner.

"I hope we haven't ruined the dressing," I said.

"Nonsense. It'll be the best fuckin' dressing you've ever made."

I looked at Will, doubtful.

"I would try it," he said. "If it tastes different, just say it's oyster
dressing."

Will went upstairs to wake up the boys. Jason paused from his preparations
of the table and walked over and looked out the kitchen window again.

	"Watching and pacing isn't going to get them here any sooner," I
said.

 	"I just hope everyone shows up."  He looked around at me.  "Do you
realize this will be the first time we've had the whole crew together at
one time?"

	"Yes, and there'll be extras.  Do you think this is going to be
enough of everything?"

	"Brad, we've got enough food to feed an army."

	"I just hope it goes over well.  It's not exactly your traditional
Thanksgiving dinner."

	"We wanted to make it special," Jason reminded me with a chuckle.
"But you really didn't need to have the table and chairs custom made to
seat the whole crew."

	"I don't know how special they'll think it is when you tell them
what all is on the table."

	"Oh, I almost forgot, I bought these food ID tags to stick in
everything," Jason said as he went to the cabinet.  "I better get to work
on them."

       "You're actually going to identify everything?  There's liable to be
a mass exodus to McDonalds," I said, laughing.  "Do you want more coffee?"

	"No, I think I'll switch to Bailey's."

	"Good idea," I said. I poured two brandies of Bailey's Irish Cr?me
and sat down with Jason at the table to help letter the buffet tags.  "It's
hard to believe how everyone has spread out into their own lives," I said.

	"It's hard to believe how our lives spread out to encompass so many
other lives," Jason said.  "Geezuss, Brad, we've got grandkids! And a
priest!  My God, the worst of the lot and he turns out to be a priest."

	"And essentially nine kids of our own," I added.

	"Yeah, I wasn't that surprised when Braden asked if he could bring
his boyfriend, but letting his fourteen year old son bring his boyfriend?
That gave me a bit of a jolt."

       "I think that says something about the way we raised them, that they
can be so open about it," I said.  I chuckled.  "If Braden and Colby only
knew how close you came back then to not taking them in. Did you ever
wonder how we impacted their lives?  What might have become of them if we
hadn't been there to intervene?"

       "Maybe a lot better off," he scoffed.  "Ever wonder how it happened
that Jacob and his brother Petey are the only ones who turned out to be
straight.  Well, Little George maybe, but the jury's still out on him."

       "We raised them to be who they are and happy in their skin. So they
didn't have that fight going on.  We did a good job, Jason."

	"Yes, but I can't help wondering about all those other kids out
there, if somebody's taking them in."

	"We can't go there, Jason," I said sternly.

	"I know.  But if we'd started earlier we could've done more."

      I laughed. "Yeah, you should've said no to Judge Thompson a lot
sooner," I joked.

  	We had both stood up from the table and Jason came around to my
chair. "We needed some of those years for ourselves. And they've been good
ones, haven't they?"  He clasped his hands around my shoulder and held me
at arms' length for a moment then pulled me into a hard, manly kiss.
"Fuck, you still make me tingle," he whispered.

	"Ah-Humm!"

	"You guys need to get a room."

	We hadn't heard the door open.  There was Adam and Jordan.

	"Better get that under control before Jacob gets here with his wife
and kids," said Jordan.

	"Jacob's wife knows we're in a man-relationship," Jason said.

"Yes, but they haven't seen you in that relationship," Adam put in.  "And
I'm sure they don't want to have to explain it to their kids."



I remembered when Jordan was sixteen, he had a part time job at the lumber
yard and he decided he would quit school. He announced it at supper one
evening.

"Listen, I've decided I'm not going back to school," he said in his best
grownup voice, and talking fast before he lost his nerve. "I've got a part
time job at the lumber yard and I'm sure I can get on full time as soon as
I show 'em what I can do."

I could see that Jason was ready to jump on it but I beat him to it.

"We're going to miss you, Jordan," I said.

He looked surprised.  "No, I'm not leaving.  I'm just going full time, and
I can help out more with things around here."

"Things are going fine around here," Jason said.

"If you're old enough to quite school, Jordan, you're old enough to be on
your own," I said.

His confident look turned to horror.  "But I can't?.."

"And you won't have a vehicle to drive," I cut in.

"But how am I going to get to work?  And I can't be totally on my own."
Suddenly he turned angry.  "Dammit, you always do this! It always has to be
your way. You never let us make our own decisions."

"You made the decision to quit school all on your own," I pointed out.

He was so angry I thought he was going to cry, and I didn't want to push
him that far.

"Jordan, I admire the courage it took to make that decision, but did you
really think we would make it easy for you to carry it out?"

"I didn't think you would kick me out," he said.

"We're not kicking you out," Jason said.  "Whether you leave is up to
you. And the reason Brad's not cutting you any slack is because we've kinda
gotten used to having you around and we want you to stay."

"I don't want you to leave, Jordan," Adam said, his tiny voice quivering.

 Jordan's anger seemed to flow out of him when he saw Adam's lip
quivering. When he started to tear up Jordan got up out of his chair and
went around to the younger boy.  Jordan was tearing up too.

"Okay, I won't leave," he said as he squatted down and wrapped his arms
around Adam. "I'll wait till I can take you with me."

Jordan not only finished high school, he went on to college to become a
teacher and coach. He was a frequent visitor, home from college.

All too sadly, I Adam had a hard time accepting that his mother never came
back for him but he gradually began to get over being abandoned and he
stopped speaking of her. Part of his being able to get over it, we
attributed to Jordan, who eventually took Adam as his younger lover.  It
was the appropriate time and we were all happy about that.

We went to Jordan's graduation which was a few days before Adam's
graduation from high school.  As people were milling around offering
congratulations, Jordan came up to Jason and me.  It was hard to believe
he'd grown into such a man.

"I've made another decision," Jordan said, with a tight grin but a
determination in his voice.  "Adam won't be going home with you
tonight. He's coming home with me."

I glanced at Jason.  "Home?" he asked, with a raised eyebrow.

"Yes, sir."  His stance was one that said he would not be backed down. "We
decided we want to stay together. He can go to school here."

"You're your own man, Jordan. As long as Adam's in full agreement.  He had
another college in mind didn't he?"

"He'll go to school here."  He looked down at his feet then back up at us.
"His mother never came back for him.  That's not going to happen to him
again, not ever in his life." He paused to keep his composure.  "Dad?.."
he looked at each of us when he said it.  "I love him and I'm going to be
there for him."

Jason fought his own emotions. "You know Adam was always special to us," he
said.

"To me, too," Jordan said.  Then he gave a shrill whistle through his teeth
that brought Adam through the crowd. Adam had matured but he still had a
boyish look about him.  "They wanta hear it from you," Jordan said.

 "I'm going with Jordan," he said simply.

I pulled them both into a tight hug. "Good.  Take care of each other."

Adam didn't go to college.  He stuck with his summer job as a warehouseman
and worked his way up to foreman.

More memories kept flooding back but I had to shrug them off for the
moment.































Seventh to Arrive (early Thanksgiving morning)

Kyle, 32.

Little George,



Eighth to arrive (Thanksgiving Day)

Devon

Jake

Nineth to arrive (Thanksgiving Day)

Wife Brenda,

five kids, (10, 8, 7, 5, 3).





                                 Epilogue Chapter Ten



Kyle and Little George arrived within minutes of each other early
Thanksgiving morning.  Kyle was disappointed that his brother, Devon,
wasn't there yet, and more worried when we told him that we had no
guarantee that he or Jake could make it.

Jordan came in from the porch to announce that Jacob and his family had
arrived.

"Pass the word to clean it up, we've got little kids here now," Jason said.

Jacob was about the happiest and proudest dad I'd ever seen and the five
little ones lit up the room. There were emotional greetings and hugs all
around then Braden introduced Will and Luke and Nolan introduced Levi and
Jesse. I noticed that the little ones seemed intrigued with Will and Luke
and I wondered if they'd ever seen a black person before.  Jason showed the
kids the toy chest he'd filled with toys especially for their visit and
they dug right in, except for Angela, the five year old. She was more
interested in Will and Luke. I'd never seen such curiosity on a child's
face. Will was sitting at the kitchen table when she finally worked up her
nerve; she approached him very cautiously and laid her little hand on his
forearm.  I saw the horrified look on Brenda's face. But Will defused the
situation that he apparently didn't see as a situation at all. He was
wonderful.

He leaned down with a warm smile and patted her hand and said, "No, honey,
it won't rub off; see?" he said as he took her hand and rubbed it over his
arm.

Her face lit up like a Christmas tree. Will laughed and picked her up and
set her on his lap then took her hands and rubbed them over his face and
rubbed his hands over hers.

"Your white doesn't rub off either," he said, holding his hands out to her.

It was a beautiful moment and Will had a tag-along friend for the rest of
the day.



Arrived noon on Thanksgiving

Devon,

Jake



The highlight was when Devon and Jake arrived, in uniform, just before
noon. We'd only half expected them to make it and it was a rare thing to
see Jason cry but he lost it when he saw Devon walk in, Jake lingering just
behind him. They'd always been good looking boys but in uniform, they
literally took your breath away.  Despite the crowded kitchen, it was an
intensely private moment between the four of us.  After being reunited,
Jason walked out onto the porch, leaving the others to tearful reunion.  It
seemed awkward in the kitchen.

I stepped out on the porch.  "How did we deserve those boys?" he said,
swiping his eyes with his forearm.  "Did you ever see anything like them?
I tremble to think what would've happened to them if we'd left them back
there in the orphanage."

"Don't go back there," I said, rubbing his shoulders.  "Everyone's here, we
need to get dinner on the table, and you need to explain what's on the
table."  Suddenly I remembered Petey.

Back inside I asked Jacob, "Where's Petey? Didn't you say he was coming?"

"He said he was but don't hold dinner; you can't tell about him," Jacob
said.

"How is Petey?" someone asked.

"Petey's doing good. He's got his electrician's license and he's working
for the power company. He's supposed to be bringing his girlfriend. I told
him it would be all right. Her name's Selena, and she's black."

Jason did a double-take, shaking his head.  "No, no, we can't have that.
You tell her she has to wash that off before she comes in the house."

Will and Luke broke out laughing.



When the last of dinner was on the table Jason motioned for everyone to sit
down.

"Nobody believes me when I tell them about this table and chairs," someone
said.

"I think Luke and I overflowed it," Will said.

"Nonsense, we have plenty of chairs," Jason said.  He sat at the end with
me at his right.  Everyone insisted that Father Colby take the chair at the
other end. When everyone was seated, Jason nodded for me to stand with him.

"This is truly a significant occasion," he began.  "One that I daresay we
might never have again, the way you're all so spread out.  I could go down
the list and make mention of everyone and their accomplishments but the
food would get cold.  Suffice to say, when Brad and I met when we were
nineteen, we couldn't have imagined a day like this with our kids and
grandkids, our daughter-in-law?.it's hard to believe even as we stand here
now.  We just want you to know that we love you, every one, and we're so
very, very proud of you."

I thought Father Colby would say grace and we would eat but Nolan got to
his feet.

"We never arranged for anyone to do this but I think you will all agree it
needs to be done.  I'm not sure just how proud our dads are of me and my
profession but I know they gotta be bursting with pride right now over the
rest of you. Look at us.  We've got a lawyer, a doctor in the making, a
teacher and coach, a family man with beautiful kids, our own priest, and
last but certainly not least, two very brave men serving in the Marines."

"I know you, Devon, and you, Kyle, have first dibs on these two great guys
that we all call Dad.  But they've done no less for the rest of us and you
can't love them any more than we do. Jason?.Brad?.Dads, both of you?.I
don't know about the rest, but you saved my life.  If not for you, I would
still be in that damned ditch."  Chairs scraped the floor as all but Devon
and Kyle stood.  Nolan went on, addressing Jason and me, tears forming in
his eyes.

"I ran away," he said, fighting them back.  "But you, sir, were not about
to give up on me," he said to Jason." He turned his address to the others
at the table.  "Jason came after me. I dove in a ditch and hid behind an
old culvert. His truck pulled over and he got out with a flashlight."  He
paused with a chuckle. "I was scared shitless looking up at him standing
there.  He was a mountain of a man.  I'll never forget what he said.  'Look
at me, look at you, I can come down there and haul your sorry ass out of
that ditch.'" Everybody laughed.

 "There's more but suffice to say, I learned to trust him?.and to love
him."  He turned back to Jason and me.  "I am deeply honored to be part of
this family and I will be eternally grateful for all you've done for
me?.what you are to me.  When nobody else did, you gave a damn.
Devon?.Kyle?.we all know you're the true brothers here but like it or not,
you're our brothers, too. I just want to say thank you for sharing your
dads with us."

 As everyone began to applaud, tears running down their faces, Kyle and
Devon stood to join in.  Jason sat with his head down as I put a hand on
his shoulder.

"We did what we had to do. It was nothing special," he said quietly.

 "It was to them," I said.  "And no, we didn't have to do it.  In fact, you
weren't going to do it."

"Well, thank God you changed my mind."

"Oh, I didn't change your mind.  I had nothing to do with your
decision. You brought this all on yourself," I said.

"If I may, I have another toast," Nolan went on while everyone was still
standing. "To Devon and Jake, two honest-to-god, real American heroes.  I
envy you, I admire you, I respect you, I salute your courage. And damn, you
look hot in those uniforms."

 More applause mixed with laughter, till it gradually faded and everyone
sat down again. Then Devon and Jake stood, glasses in hand.  Devon spoke.

"We thank you for the undeserved accolades?.well, all except looking good
in our uniforms?.God knows that's true."  He paused for the laughter to die
down. "We are proud to serve, and as Marines we stand ready to test our
courage and deserve your admiration and respect. But there are two men here
who already deserve your admiration and respect, far more than Jake and I
ever hope to.  Their mettle and courage have been sorely tested and they
didn't come up lacking. My father, Jason Seaborne and Kyle's dad, Brad
Courter." The two Marines raised their glasses in salute and everyone at
the table stood and followed suit.  "You raised the bar?.I promise you,
Jake and I will forever strive to match your courage and commitment to
duty."

Jason reached over and squeezed my shoulder as we both fought down our
emotions. Then he motioned for everyone to sit down.

"Father Colby, would you please say grace before the food gets cold."

We were just crossing ourselves when there were hard footsteps on the
porch. It was Petey with his girlfriend, Selena, a well-rounded, buxom girl
with a stern look that exploded when she smiled. Everyone shifted and
rounded up two more chairs. We were making the introductions when Jacob's
little girl, Angela, spoke up.

"Do you know what Grandpa Jason said, Aunt Selena?"

"What'd he say, Sugar?"

"He said you had to wash off your black before you came in the house."

Sylvia snapped her head around with a look that sent daggers across the
table. "Did you say that?"

"I sure did," Jason said.  "He should've told you, we don't keep no truck
with blacks in this house.  Nothing but trouble." Then before she could
respond he looked down at Will and Luke with a shocked look.  "Hey, where'd
you come from?  How'd you get in here?"

The room broke up with laughter.

"It may take a while to get used to my family," Jacob said quietly to
Selena.

"I don't think so," Selena said.  "I don't think so at all.  I think we're
gonna get along just fine. We're trying to get pregnant, you know," she
said, apparently to change the subject.

"I can tell you the best way to accomplish that," Jason said.

"And you would know this how?" Selena asked.

"Trust me.  The best way is in a sleeping bag back in the woods alongside
the creek with the moonlight shining through the trees. It's the
moonbeams?.they're like magic shining down on two people making love. Of
course, Pete has to do his part."

"He don't do bad for a white boy," she said. "Don't you worry, Grandpa
Jason, we'll give you a little oreo baby to cuddle."

"And now, Father Colby, would you please say grace before the food gets
cold," Jason said again.

Colby didn't have a long, drawn out prayer. He thanked God for our family
and everyone getting there safely, then he offered only the simple,
traditional grace before meals while everyone stood.

	"Man, did you see what we're having?" someone said as we were being
seated again.  Look at this; pheasant, dove, partridge, partridge eggs,
rabbit, wild turkey, wild boar, elk, deer.  What'd you do, go slaughter a
zoo?"

"I have to say, I've been to meetings where everyone wore name tags but
I've never sat down to a meal where the food had identification tags," Will
said.

Because of the size of the table I'd prepared two bowls of everything--the
mashed potatoes, gravy, dressing, corn and sweet potatoes--and two platters
of turkey. The rest of the exotic stuff, Jason explained as it started
around the table-the quail eggs, wild boar meat, alligator bits, ostrich
bits, frog legs and camel meat. There wasn't a lot of any of it; just
enough for everyone to sample, and say they'd eaten it.

There was lively conversation around the table and Nolan's story about
running away inspired the others to tell their stories. But I quickly
stopped it when Jacob started to tell about me finding girlie magazines in
his room.

"Uhhhh, these stories are going to have to wait till later, when the little
ones are out of earshot," I said.

We were well into the meal when there came a light knock at the door.

"Who in the world??." Jason and I looked all around the table.  "We're not
missing anybody, are we?"

 I got up to answer it.  As I approached the door I turned back to look at
Jason, my hand over my mouth.

 "What is it?" Jason asked.

 "Not what is it?..who is it?" I said as I was opening the door.  There
stood a little boy, no more than nine or ten, in dirty jeans and a tattered
jacket with a sock cap barely covering his curly mop of hair. He had the
deepest blue eyes I'd ever seen, and the saddest.

 "If you'd excuse me sir, could you tell me is this a place where I might
stay for?.."

 "Well, Shit!" Jason swore under his breath as he shoved his chair back and
stood up.  "How did he find us?  It's been years??," he muttered as he came
to the door. Everyone had stopped eating and I saw Jacob push his chair
back a little from the table.

"I wouldn't be no trouble, I promise, and I only wanta stay for a little
bit till?.."

 Suddenly Jacob got up and came to the door. He moved in front of us and
stepped out on the porch.

 "No, son, this isn't the place.  Not anymore.  But I have a place if you
would like to come stay with us.  I have a son about your age and he's got
brothers and sisters, I think you'd get along fine."

I turned to go back to the table, bursting with pride.

Jacob's wife jumped up to take the boy in tow.  "What's your name?"

"Andrew," he said timidly.

"Well, you're just in time, Andrew. Come, let's wash your hands and find
you a place at the table."

"Kyle, would you go upstairs and get the desk chair from your old room," I
said as I got another plate and silverware to place at a spot where the
others had already moved to make room. And to Jason, I said, "Remind me to
have another chair made."

Andrew ate heartily. It tore me up that he was so hungry and I wondered
where he'd come from.  Brenda asked him where he lived.

"I lived at home but when I came home from school yesterday my mom wasn't
there.  She left some money and a note saying she couldn't take care of me
anymore."

"Was your mother ill?" Brenda asked.

"No. I think she went off with that man she liked. I knew the rent wasn't
paid 'cause the landlord came twice to collect it and she couldn't pay him,
so I knew I couldn't live there anymore so I packed some food and left."

"Where did you sleep last night?" Jacob asked, putting his arm around the
boy's shoulder.

"In a barn."

"Do you have the note, Andrew?" Brenda asked.

"No, I left it. I've got the money though," he said as he was digging it
out of his coat pocket. He laid it on the table. "I can pay for my food."

"No, no, nobody pays for food here," Jacob said. "You keep your money."

I could see emotions about to burst all around the table but Jason, God
bless him, headed it off.

"Listen, Andrew, when you get done eating, there's a big chest of toys in
the other room you and the other kids might want to dig into.  Or you can
go horseback riding.  Do you like horses?"

"I love horses but I never rode one before."

Michael, Jacob's ten-year-old spoke up.  "I have. I'll take you riding."

"Well, I would say this gives a whole new meaning to Thanksgiving," Father
Colby said.



Jacob and his family would not be able to stay as they were going to her
side of the family for Thanksgiving supper and stay the night there so I
excused her from helping with the cleanup.

"You have to stay long enough for Michael to take Andrew horseback riding,"
Jason told her.

When the boys were back from riding, Jacob took them in tow.

"You guys don't want to go smelling like a horse; so why don't you run up
and shower and change into clean clothes."

Young Michael took his cue to lead the younger boy upstairs but he held
back.

"Come on," Michael said.

"I can't change clothes; I don't have any clothes except what I've got on,"
he said with a look of sad embarrassment.

"We've got plenty of spare clothes," Michael said.

When the two boys were gone I asked, Brenda, "What will your parents think
of you and Jacob walking in with another ready-made grandson?"

"They are not surprised at anything Jacob does but this might raise an
eyebrow," she said, laughing.  "It should be fun."

 "Jacob isn't much on putting himself out there; you promise to stay in
touch and let us know how all the kids are doing."

"Yes, of course."

"Can I ask you something, Brenda?

"Certainly."

"What do the children say about having two grandfathers and no grandmothers
on Jacob's side?"

"Just that, they have two grandfathers.  They assume their grandmothers
died."

"It's going to be very confusing when you have to explain this side of the
family," I said.

She laughed. "Yes, the family tree will be a challenge."

As everyone was telling Jacob and his family goodbye I saw Jason stuff
something in Jacob's pocket.  Jason waved off the scowl and said, "No
argument.  And you could do a better job of keeping in touch." I learned
later that the rest had chipped in over a thousand dollars to send Jacob
and his brood on their way. It wasn't about charity; it was about Andrew.



I recalled sadly a time when Jacob and his family came for a visit and
Petey wasn't with them.

"Where's Petey?" I asked.

Jacob dropped his head.

"He was taken away from us," Brenda said.

"What! Why? You're his brother!"

Some do-gooders, through the school, decided he had a learning disability."

"And they didn't think he was or couldn't get his share of attention in our
big family," Brenda put in.

"Where is he?" I asked.

"He's in a facility."

"What kind of facility?" Jason asked.

"It's a state run facility for special needs kids," Jacob said. "If he
didn't have a learning disability before, they'll give him one. He stutters
now.  He never stuttered before.  We get to see him two times a month and
they let us sign him out and bring him home."

"They let you?"

"We didn't have the money to fight it," Brenda said.

I went to the phone and dialed Judge Thompson.  He answered the phone
himself.

"Judge, this is Brad Courter.  I'm sorry to bother you on Thanksgiving but
I need the name of a good lawyer in Tulsa. Not just good, the best."

"Well, I don't know any lawyers in Tulsa but I do know a judge.  I'll get
you a name."

Jacob and Brenda left with the name of one of the best lawyers in Oklahoma
and a check for ten thousand dollars to pay him.

"If that runs out, you let me know," I told them. "Whatever it takes to get
that boy out of that stink hole."

And Jason stepped in and said, "Son, don't you ever let something like this
happen again to your family and not tell us. You know we're a phone call
away."



With Jacob's family gone things turned back to what the rest called
normal. When the boys resumed telling their stories most everyone gathered
around the table again. Aaron even went outside to announce that they were
going to finish telling stories about when they were kids.

Before they could get started, I said to Braden and Will, "Some of these
stories may be a little risqu? for the boys."

"It's all right, I think they should hear them," Will said.

Jacob had told about us finding girlie magazines in his room and how we
made him take them to the hayloft.

"I wondered where those magazines went," Little George said and everyone
broke out laughing.

"I can't believe you let him keep them," said Luke. Then he asked his dad,
"Would you let me keep magazines like that if you found them?"

"Don't test me," Will said.

Little George went on to tell on himself, how he'd stolen a Playboy
magazine and a harmonica.

"I tried to lie my way out of it but I never was a very good liar," he
said.  "Worse part was, Braden and Colby took me back to town and I had to
give the stuff back and pay for it.  I never did think that was fair."

"You never stole anything again, did you?" Braden said.

"For the benefit of you younger boys. that stuff follows you," Colby put
in.  "Braden and I kept being blamed for every little thing after that. The
sheriff kept coming out to question us and our whereabouts."

"Yeah, till Brad run him off and told him not to come back unless he had
some proof."

"After what, Dad?" Aaron asked.  "What'd you and Father Colby do that got
you in trouble."

"Oh, God, where do we start?" Braden said, looking at Colby.

"The truth is always a good place," Colby said.

"Well, we showed up here driving a car that we'd borrowed, and the trunk
was full of stuff we'd stolen; stereos, televisions.  They made us take it
all back."

"I can't believe I'm hearing about a priest stealing stuff," Luke said.

"I wasn't a priest then," Colby said.

"If it hadn't been for Jason you wouldn't be a priest now, we would both
still be in jail," Braden said.

"Well, Braden and Colby weren't the only ones who borrowed a vehicle," I
said, looking at Nolan.

"Do I have to tell that?" Nolan said wearily.

He told it, how he took off with Jason's truck without permission. Then he
got serious, his head down.

"The very worst thing was when I hid drugs in our room and let Jacob take
the blame. God, I was such a scum-bag. I will carry that with me to my
grave."

"Jacob wouldn't want you to tell that story, Nolan," I said quietly.

"He's not here," he said, then went on. "They were rearranging furniture in
our room and found the drugs. I don't know how it happened but they thought
it was Jacob's stash and he took the blame. I've never seen Jason so
angry. He took Jacob out to the barn?.he hit him, he was so mad. I was such
a coward?.I ran off again.  And Jason came after me again.  He saw me down
at the end of the lane, getting in a pickup that stopped to give me a
ride. He came tearing down the road in his truck and swerved in front of
the pickup to stop it and he dragged me out and took me to the sheriff's
office.  The sheriff put me in jail."

The younger boys were bug-eyed.

"Did he leave you there?" Aaron asked quietly, as if he was almost afraid
to ask.

"Yes, overnight, then he came and got me." He was fighting back tears.  He
looked at Jason.  "I will never forgive myself for making you so angry that
you hit him."

"I hit him, you didn't, and I still haven't forgiven myself for it," Jason
said.  "I never will."

"Did you and Jacob smooth things over?" Luke asked.

"He did but I will always carry it with me.  I told him he could hit me, to
make up for Jason hitting him."

"Did he?"

"He knocked me on my ass. That little boy Andrew, will never know how lucky
he is because my brother Jacob is going to be the best damned dad on the
planet."

After a moment of quiet moment, Jason spoke up.  "On a lighter
note?.Jordan, why don't you tell us about your tattoos?"

"You've got tattoos!" Aaron exclaimed.

"Yes, he got it when he was fourteen," Jason said.  "But it's not just that
he got the tattoos, it's where he got them."

"Where is it?  Show it to us," Aaron said excitedly.

"This isn't the time or the place," Jordan said.

"I can tell you where he's got 'em," Adam said. "On his ass."

"How'd you get tattoos at fourteen?  And what are they?"

"An anchor on one side and Property of US Navy on the other."

"But how were you able to get tattoos at that age?"

"Tell you what.  Let's forget the story behind it and maybe I'll show them
to you before we all leave."

"Okay, but that's not the story Jason's talking about, is it?" Aaron asked.

"No, but I'm going to make it short," Jordan said.  "Word got out from the
locker room that I had a tattoo on my ass, and that got everybody
curious. Most of the guys in the locker room saw it but not the girls. This
one girl wanted to see it real bad; so bad that she invited me to her house
to show it to her."

"Did you go? Did you show it to her?" Aaron asked.

"Yes. I would have to drop my pants to show her and since my pants would be
down I figured I'd show her everything. I mean, I was up in her bedroom
with my pants down around my ankles, her parents weren't home, one thing
would lead to another and I would get some pussy."

"Did you?  Did she let you?"

"I said I was making it short.  End of story."

The boys wailed with disappointment but he didn't tell them the rest of the
story.



The next morning Jordan announced from the top of the stairs, "Okay,
anybody who wants to see my tattoo, get up here!"

There was a mad scramble up the stairs.

"I've got to see this myself," Will said, and we adults went up to see the
boys pushing into the bathroom. Outside the door we saw Jordan bent over
with his elbows on the sink cabinet with his butt jutted out.  Aaron and
Luke were behind him, looking for the tattoos. Young Levi was just inside
the door and his older brother, Jesse, was standing just outside the door.

"Where is it?" Luke asked

"It's well hidden; you have to pull is butt apart," Jason said.

Luke didn't hesitate to pull Jordan's taut buns apart to reveal the
tattoos.

"There it is!  Both of them!" he said excitedly.

Aaron got down with him to see it.  "Wow! That's awesome!"

"I forgot to tell you, if you wanta see it you have to kiss it," Jordan
said over his shoulder as he grabbed Aaron by the back of his head and
pushed his face into his butt.

Aaron tried to jerk back at first but Jordan held his head tightly in
place.  Much to our surprise, then, he succumbed and began kissing the
tattoos and as Jordan's grip loosened we could see Aaron was licking
deeper. Then he wrapped his arms around Jordan's thighs and the kissing
turned into rimming.

"Awww, you little fucker!" Jordan gasped.  "Where'd you learn to do that?"

With an anxious glance at is father, young Luke tried to nudge Aaron aside.

"You gotta kiss it," Aaron told him as he reluctantly gave up his space.

"You were trying to lick it off," Luke chided him.

"Whatever, but you gotta pay to see it," Aaron said.

Luke squatted down and spread Jordan's butt and while he was viewing the
tattoos, Aaron pushed his face forward.  Luke didn't need to be forced; he
began rimming Jordan as well as Aaron had.

"Damn!" someone whispered.

"Yeah, look, they've got Jordan hard."

"How could he help it," someone else said.

Aaron spent an inordinate amount of time licking, kissing and tonguing
Jordan's ass while Jesse inched in closer.

"Come on, let me see," he said finally, putting his hand on Aaron's
shoulder.

Aaron got out of the way and Jesse went to his knees.

"Man, these are beautiful," he said in a husky voice.

"You talking about the tattoos or his buns," Levi joked.

Jesse didn't answer.  Instead he buried his face and made Jordan let out a
lout groan.

"Fuck, who taught these boys how to rim!" Jordan groaned.

Levi was patient, standing back with the rest of us, but his patience grew
thin.

"Shit, dude, you're devouring his ass," he admonished his younger brother.

"Fuckin' good ass," Jesse said, his voice muffled but he reared back to let
his brother have a turn. But instead of standing, he scooted between
Jordan's legs and took his cock in his mouth.

"AAAaawwww!" Jordan cried out in surprise.

Jesse clasped his hands around Jordan's butt to pull his cock into his
throat, at the same time spreading his ass for his brother.

"Shit, he's right, these are awesome," Levi said as he began paying homage
to the artwork adorning Jordan's butt.

The "art exhibition" quickly turned into an orgy. While Jesse rimmed Jordan
and Levi sucked his cock, the heat turned up out in the hallway.  It was
essentially the first time that many of us had sex together.  We learned
later that young Jesse went into the room where Jordan was sleeping and
asked if he could see his tattoos again.



As Told by Jesse:



I couldn't get Jordan's awesome butt out of my mind. I couldn't get Jordan
out of my mind. All of the guys were hot but he stood out for some
reason. Maybe it was his butt?.or that I'd actually kissed his butt which
was something I'd never even thought about doing before. The mere thought
of it would've disgusted me but not anymore. Probably because I'd been
fully turned on to man sex but I was hooked on ass. And Jordan's ass was
like a magnet to me.

I was sleeping in the camper with three other guys. I didn't know where
Jordan was sleeping, except that he was in the house. The urge became so
strong that I put on m y shorts and slipped out the camper and into the
house.  He wasn't in the living room, on the floor or the couch. I made my
way upstairs. All but one of the bedroom doors was closed. There was a
nightlight in the hallway so I could easily make my way quietly down the
hall to the door that was open a wide crack. I peered in but couldn't make
out who was in the two bunk beds. I entered the room for a closer
look. Happily, I saw that Jordan was in the bottom bunk, sprawled out on
his stomach naked. I almost choked at the sight of his awesome butt bared
in the soft light. I froze when I looked in the top bunk.  It was Nolan!
Fuck! He was the last one I wanted to know I was sneaking around looking
for Jordan's ass to rim. He would never let me live it down. Looking closer
I saw that Luke was in the bunk with him, over against the wall. I panicked
for a moment, almost ready to leave, but then my eyes fell on Jordan's butt
again. Godd, it was the most beautiful two mounds of man flesh I'd ever
seen.

Courage won out over my panic and I went down to my knees beside the bunk.
I was still scared, but determined. I had to wait while I worked up some
more courage then I leaned real close to Jordan's head.

"Jordan," I whispered.

He didn't move.

"Jordan," I whispered again, this time laying my hand lightly on his bare
butt.

He came awake one eye at a time..

"Jesse?"

"Please, Jordan, I wanta see your tattoos again," I said, rubbing his taut
butt muscles. It was the stupidest thing I'd ever done but I was so excited
my hand was shaking.

He smiled and chuckled softly.

"I don't know if you can see 'em in this light," he said.

"Let me have a look."

"Sure, go ahead," he said as he spread his legs apart.

I moved down and rose up over his butt and immediately began kissing it. He
lifted his hips and his buns spread open a little bit. I pulled them apart
and could barely see the anchor on one side and part of the words on the
other. I pressed my face in his butt and licked as deep as I could
reach. He stifled a moan in the pillow. He tilted a little to his side to
give me better access. I pulled his butt apart more and could see the
tattoos more clearly now. I pressed my face in his butt and kissed and
licked everywhere my tongue could reach.

I could admit it now; It wasn't about the tattoos....they were simply the
focal point; the magnets that drew me to this magnificent stud of a man. It
was about his ass, and rimming him. I was so excited doing it that I could
hear my heart thudding in my chest. I devoured his ass. I wanted to crawl
inside him and kiss and lick my way all the way to his lungs. He was
squirming around, moaning in the pillow. Suddenly he stopped me and rose up
to sit on the edge of the bed. He put his finger to his lips as he reached
for his shorts that were lying on the floor. He stood and pulled me to my
feet then grabbed the blanket off the bunk and waved for me to follow him.

I followed him down the hallway and down the stairs. He led me through the
house to the kitchen. He shushed me again as he carefully opened the door
to minimize the harsh squeak. Outside, he wrapped the blanket around us
against the brisk November night.

"I wasn't going to be able to keep the noise down," he said as we walked
towards the barn

"I'm sorry, it was a stupid thing for me to do."

"It wasn't stupid, it was fuckin' hot."

"You really think so?" I was surprised.

"Dude, you sneaked out of the camper and into the house, up the stairs and
into my room in the middle of the night just to see my tattoos.  Yeah,
that's pretty fuckin' hot, and I'm flattered."

"I?.I really wanted a chance at your butt again; the tattoos were just an
excuse. You've got the most awesome butt."

"Thanks. You were pretty damned awesome up there; I wanted us to be where
we don't' have to worry about waking up the entire household."

"I heard you moaning in the pillow," I said.

"I was about ready to scream," he said

We walked past one of the pickups and I thought we were going to the barn,
maybe up in the hayloft, but we stopped at the corral. Jordan climbed up to
take hold of the top rail, his feet on the third rail up, and jutted his
butt out. I was thrilled that he was offering himself to me this way. I
pulled his shorts down in back and buried my face in his ass again.  He
moaned loudly and pushed back against my face.

"Fuck, I don't know where you learned it but he taught you right," he said.

I slobbered like a hungry puppy; the drool ran down my chin and neck. It
was even more exciting being out in the open in the soft moonlight. When I
reared back to take a breath I could see his hole clenching like it was
winking at me.  Soon he was relaxed enough that I could push the tip of my
tongue into his hole. He loved that. Strong as he was, his arms grew tired
and his legs began to shake.

"Let's take it to the truck," he said as he dropped to the ground. He
grabbed up the blanket and went over to the truck. He pulled the tailgate
down, spread the blanket out and laid back in the truck bed with his legs
drawn up. I shrugged my shoulders under his thighs and leaned over him,
pushing his legs higher. He grabbed his feet and held his legs out
wide. There was his gorgeous ass spread out before me like a smorgasbord,
the hairy hole clenching like it was begging for me to return. I went to
work on him again. His hole had loosened but I wanted in deeper.  I
stretched him wider with my fingertips and I could see the inner muscles
palpitating.  Godd, it was beautiful and I almost choked on the
overabundance of spit. Instead of swallowing I let it run down into his
hole. It swallowed it up like it was having a drink. I bent down and drove
my tongue and drove my tongue deep into his hot hole and felt the muscles
squeezing my tongue. I tongue fucked him, causing him to squeal and
whimper.  It was exciting to hear him sounding like a girl.

"I want you to do something, Jesse," he gasped.

"Yesss.  What? Anything," I said.

"I want you to jack off with one hand while you're eating my ass and when
you get ready to cum I want you to shoot it on my ass. Then I want you to
rim me some more and lick it all up. Can you do that?"

"Yesss!  Oh, Yess!" I'd been manhandling my cock from time to time but my
hands were mostly occupied with Jordan's ass.  I used only one hand now,
and jacked off with the other. I didn't really want to cum so soon but I
was eager to do what he'd asked.

The idea of it propelled me as much as the physical part and I was soon
building up to a tremendous climax.  I choked out a gasping announcement
that I was getting close and begged Jordan to cum, too. He'd been stroking
his cock but I didn't know if he was close to cumming.

At the crucial moment I straightened from his ass and concentrated on
jacking off and shooting my load. I still probed his ass with my fingers of
my other hand. I wanted to keep him relaxed and opened up to see if I could
land some of my load in his hole. That would be awesome target practice.
My cock literally exploded, almost painfully.  The stuff shot out in thick
powerful spurts, splattering all over his butt. Much of it landed squarely
in the crack, against his hole and I was mesmerized watching the muscle of
his asshole trying to draw it in.  I inched closer to aim two spurts
directly inside his asshole then eased back to finish whitewashing his
butt. As I finished I gazed at what I'd done.  It was the most beautiful
sight I'd ever seen.

"That felt like a gusher," Jordan said.

"It was a hard cum," I said breathlessly.

He hadn't cum and I was glad.  I wanted him primed for what else I was
about to do.  My own cum had not diminished my lust one bit.  I buried my
face in the warm, wonderful mess and began lapping up my own man-seed.  I
whimpered with unbridled excitement at the taste of it. I shoved my tongue
deep into his hole to lick it out and found that his asshole only enhanced
the taste of my cum. I was nearly overcome with lust and excitement as I
devoured him. I withdrew from his ass and lapped up the wonderful mess I'd
made on his butt and the backs of his thighs.

"I forgot to tell you, don't swallow it," he said.

I had already swallowed what I lapped up but now I gathered it in my mouth
like precious seed.  When I rose up, finished, Jordan rose up from the
truck bed and wrapped me in his powerful arms and kissed me. His tongue
gouged my mouth and he sucked out the cum I'd saved for him.  We exchanged
tongue till the taste was gone.

"Fuck, that was hot as hell!" he said. "Whoever taught you to rim oughta
open a school."

"I don't think it's what I learned, it was who I was doing it to.  I love
your ass so much, Jordan. I don't know why, I just do.  And it's not just
the tattoos.  I'd love your ass with the tattoos."

"You're making my cock quiver just hearing you say that," he said.

"Can I suck you?" I asked.  "Or you can fuck me if you want."

He laid back in the truck bed.  Crawl in here with me and let me think
about it."





































                              Epilogue Chapter Eleven



Will and Jake found themselves sitting on the porch watching the younger
boys taking turns on the horses. It was dusk and getting cooler but that
didn't deter the boys from riding bareback and naked. Devon and Kyle had
gone upstairs, for some brother time, they said.



 "Do you ride?" Will asked Jake.

"I used to ride those very horses," Jake replied. "And Devon and I worked
on a ranch in Wyoming for a summer so we rode a lot as part of the job."

"Summer cowboys," Will said with a smile.

"We didn't call ourselves cowboys. Just plain ranch hands. Of course we
didn't ride naked. Two teenagers riding bare-assed among all those ranch
hands; that would've been a blueprint for rape," he said, laughing.

"Would it have been rape?" Will asked.

"Not necessarily," he replied with a shrug. "But it would've been more than
we could handle. Actually nothing like that happened between us and the
other hands. We pretty much kept to ourselves after work. How about you, do
you ride?"

"We sometimes take Aaron and Luke riding at a stable," Will said. "Of
course that's not near as much fun as they're having now," he added,
laughing.

"Do you want to go for a ride?"  Jake asked.

"It's so beautiful here; it would be nice to ride off in the sunset."

"Naked and bareback?" Jake asked with a mischievous grin.

"The boys would call us cowards and sissies if we didn't."

"Can't have that," Jake said as he got up. He gave a shrill and called for
one of the boys to bring up one of the horses.

"Tell me, how did you develop those muscles? You have an incredible build,"
Will said as they were stepping down off the porch.

"I've always been pretty well built. A lot of it is genes. I was lucky
enough that I could take what my dad gave me and build on that."

"Your father must be an awesome man."

"In the physical sense, yes. Not so much otherwise."

"Oh? I take it you're not on good terms with your father?"

"Jason and Brad are far more like dads than my own father.  He had plans
for me to marry the gorgeous girl I was dating and have gorgeous children
and join him in the family business. It didn't work out that way. I went to
football camp my senior year and met Devon. My father's never forgiven me,
or Devon.  He doesn't approve of my choice of lifestyle."

"Did you choose it?"

"No. But I embraced it once I discovered it," Jake said.

"Well said."

"So, do you wanta give it a try?" Jake asked, motioning to the horses as
young Luke was leading one of the stallions up to the porch.

"Yes, of course." They watched as Luke, a young stallion in his own right,
sauntered up, naked, with the horse in tow. "It is so neat that the boys
can run around like this. This is a Thanksgiving they will never forget."

"They said you and Jake wanta go riding," Luke said. "Do you want to double
up, or wait till they bring the other horse in?"

"We can double up," Jake said.

"Who's taking the reins?" Luke asked.

"I will," Jake said.

As the two men were about to mount, Luke stopped them.

"Sorry, this is bareback and bare assed only," he told them.

"Yeah, come on, get naked like the rest of us," one of the other said.

"Really, guys, it's getting chilly," Will complained.

"Jake's a Marine, Dad; don't be a pussy," Luke chided him.

"We'll ride back naked," Jake said as he mounted the horse and held his
hand down to Will. He pulled him up behind him and they rode off.  Will
wrapped one arm loosely around Jake's waist.

"I got the feeling you were uncomfortable stripping down in front of
everybody," Jake said.

"A little, perhaps, with the younger boys," Will said.

"You would be nothing but an inspiration," Jake said.

They rode around behind the barn and back towards the woods.  Jake guided
the horse around to a field of tall grass that ran along the edge of the
woods.

"This'll be easier than trying to dodge tree limbs," he said. Then, "Get a
tighter grip," as he prodded the horse to a gallop.

Will wrapped both arms around him and Luke noticed how he moved his hands
down between his legs.

"This tight enough?"

"Perfect," Jake said.

They rode at a gallop for a good mile or more before Jake brought the horse
back to a walk.

"Are we going back?" Will asked.  "If so, we're going to have to shed our
clothes or we'll never hear the last of it."

Jake brought the horse to a halt and jumped off.  Will followed him and
they started taking off their clothes. Will lingered a little behind Jake,
taking the time to admire his body as it was bared.

"I'll say it again, you have an incredible body.  You should consider
modeling."

Jake laughed.  "I would be as awkward as a pig on ice."

"Awkward is acceptable in a male model," Will said.  "If you notice, male
models are generally embarrassingly awkward on the catwalk, while women are
just out there, like they were born to it."

"Well, I'm afraid the best I'll ever be is modeling my uniform."

"Then you should be on the recruiting poster."

"You have the cat like grace to be a model," Jake said. "Not to mention the
body.  You keep talking about how I'm built; you should look in a mirror
sometime."

"I'm aware of my attributes, and they serve me well. But you have a
bulkier, tougher build," Will said as he got out of his clothes.  "Better
description is, you've got a don't-fuck-with-me-build."

Jake laughed. "Well, part of that attitude can be attributed to the
Marines; I just furnish the body."

Will folded his clothes inside his shirt and tied the sleeves.  "Are you
staying in front?" he asked.

"If that's okay with you."

"Yes, of course, I'll have something to hold onto," Will said, eyeing
Jake's thick, rubbery cock.  "Is that your normal natural state? Around the
barracks, I mean."

"Pretty much," Jake said as he mounted the horse again.

"You must be a real hit in the showers."

"Not as much as some would like," Jake said.

Jake mounted the horse and pulled Will up behind him and reached back to
urge him tighter against him. Then he took his hand and placed it on his
cock.  Jake kneed the horse to a walk. Very shortly Jake's cock was hard in
Will's hand and Will's cock was poking against Jake's butt.

"I knew this would happen," Will said, squeezing Jake's cock.

"And weren't we both hoping?"

"Were you?" Will asked.

"I'm not disappointed," Jake said.

"Maybe I should get this up out of the way," Will said as he lifted his
cock up along Jake's lower back.

"Hand me your clothes," Jake said.

Will handed him the bundle of his clothes and Jake laid then on the base of
the horse's neck along with his own. Then he leaned forward over the
horse's neck.

Will didn't need a picture drawn. "I was hoping you would want do this," he
said. He clasped Jake's solid butt in his hands, digging his thumbs in the
crevice. He let some spit fall into the crack and massaged it against
Jake's hole with his thumbs.

"I don't need a lot of foreplay," Jake told him.

Will nudged his cock, dripping precum, against the hole.

"Go ahead, all the way in," Jake said over his shoulder.  "It'll provide
greater stability for the ride back."

"Let's don't be in any big hurry to get back," Will said.

Jake halted the horse for Will to penetrate him.  When the bulbous head
burst through his hole he pushed back at the same time Will pushed forward
and he was quickly impaled.

"Geezusss!" Jake moaned softly.  "If I didn't know better I'd think the
stallion just mounted me.  Fuck, that thing is huge!"

"You knew that."

"But it feels a whole lot bigger inside of me."

"You took it quite well," Will said.

"Yes.  I've never been fucked by a black man before."

"I do my best to perpetuate the myth about black men," Will said.

"I've seen enough black men in the shower to know it's no myth," Jake
said. "Ready to ride?"

"You're in the driver's seat," Will said.

Jake nudged the horse and he started walking. "Ohhh, fuck!  This is
awesome!" he groaned aloud.  "I wonder if the boys tried this."

"I would count on it."

"Do you wanta try a gallop?"

"If you think your ass can take it."

"Okay, shove all the way in and hold on to me," Jake said. He kneed the
horse and it took off in a hard gallop.  It was like the animal knew
something weird and special was going on. Maybe he could smell it?.Will
moving back and forth on the horse's back, fucking his big cock in and out
of Jake's ass, while every movement of the horse made his cock lob around
inside him. It was a miracle they didn't fall off.

"Awwwwwhh!  Awwwwhh, fuck!  Fuck me, you big black stallion!  Oh, Godd,
you're in so deep! AAAAahhhhhhhh!.....fuck me!  Ohhh?.ohhh, my Godd,
Yesss!"

Will hung onto Jake for dear life.

It got a little hairy when Jake got so excited that he shot his load first,
all over the horse's mane, and Will was still fucking him. Losing his load
sort of took the edge off the pleasure for the moment and he begged Will to
hurry up and finish. Still, he kept humping and riding up and down on the
huge black cock like a jockey in the Kentucky Derby and suddenly it was
starting all over again and Jake was begging him not to stop.  The horse
was keenly aware of something. He slowed to a walk only after Will had shot
his load deep inside Jake's quivering ass. It ended in a fog for both of
them. They sat astraddle the horse, dazed. Jake was trembling exhausted,
laying over the horse's neck gasping for air.  Will lay slumped over him.

"Holy fuck!  I've never been fucked like that in my life!" Jake gasped.

"And I've never had such a wild fuck in my life," Will said.

It was a long moment before either of them had the strength to move and the
stallion stood patiently under their weight.

"Do you think it's too chilly to go for a swim?" Will asked.

"It'll be cold," Jake warned.

They rode into the woods, dodging the low hanging branches, till they got
the creek.

"I need to wash the cum out of the horse's mane," Jake said, guiding the
stallion into the creek.  It was barely belly deep but they climbed off and
splashed water over the horse's neck to wash off the ropes of cum clinging
to the thick mane, then they went swimming.  The stallion walked out of the
creek shook off the water and waited.

It was chilly when they came out of the water. Jake climbed on the horse
and felt the animal's warmth on his backside and legs.  Will grabbed his
hand to be pulled up.

"In front this time," he told Jake. "I think it's only fair that you return
the favor."

Jake hefted him onto the horse in front of him and moved up to spoon his
body against Will's warm muscles. Will leaned forward over the horse's
neck, making an offering of his ass.

"I've never fucked a black man before either," he said as he positioned his
rubbery cock to let it harden against the man's butt.

"You don't know what you've missed," Will said.

They connected with Jake's rod embedded deep inside Will's ass then rode
back at a slow pace, still basking in the aftermath of their first
sex. They didn't exactly fuck, they just let it happen, letting the
movement of the animal under them bring them to an easy climax.

"This is so nice," Will cooed, lying over the horse's neck.

"It's about to get nicer," Jake said.

"Yesss, let me feel it."

Jake's climax lasted for over a dozen walking yards; it was as if the horse
wasn't aware it was happening this time. They kept riding.

"From what I saw, it's obvious that your son is going to do his part in
keeping the myth alive," Jake said.  It was a casual remark, not meant to
spark a conversation.

"Speaking of Luke, he is quite admiring of your body," Will said.

"Oh, really!"

"Yes. He really wants to talk to you and get to know you but he's afraid
you wouldn't have time for him, and he says you're intimidating."

"I don't want him to be intimidated. I'll make it a point to approach him
and start the conversation," Jake said.

"He would love that."

Approaching the barn, Jake drew the horse to a halt.

"Forgive me, Will is this is too personal, and I understand if you don't
want to answer, but has there ever been anything between you and you son;
in the physical sense?"

"No. That sort of thing is left between Luke and Aaron."

"I sensed that but I wasn't sure about the other. So am I sensing tacit
permission to, uh?.well, tell me just how well may your son and I get to
know each other?"

"I leave that and my son in your capable hands. He's not fragile but he is
still a young teenage boy. I'm sure you will be able to sense where he
wants things to go."

"Are there any limits, or parameters?  I mean, how ingenious or resourceful
should I be?"

"Perhaps the hayloft, and just let things play out," Will said.



















































                                Epilogue Chapter Twelve

                                   Jake and young Luke



Luke and Aaron were waiting at the small corral behind the barn when Jake
and Will rode up.

"Uncle Brad said we should wipe him down and give him a good brushing
before we put him away," Aaron said.

"Looks like we need to put a blanket on him, too; he's wet," said
Luke. "Did you guys take the horse swimming?"

"Yes, and I'm freezing my ass," Jake said as they dismounted and started
putting on their clothes.

The boys were dressed, too, in shirts and jeans against the evening chill.
They tended to the horse and led him into a stall.  Will put his hand on
Aaron's shoulder as if to leave the barn.

"I'm going to stay with him for a little while," Jake said.

"I'll stay, too," Luke said.

"Alright, we'll see you back at the house," Will said, guiding young Aaron
towards the door.

"He's a beautiful animal," Luke said when he and Jake were alone.

"Yes, the most magnificent animals on four legs," Jake agreed.

"He's so muscular," Luke said.

"They don't know how powerful they are," Jake said. "If they did, they
probably wouldn't let themselves be tamed."

"When I was wiping him down, there was more than sweat on his back," Luke
said.

Jake smiled.  "I guess I should be embarrassed for me and your dad."

"No, we expected you would fuck," Luke said.

"Really.  Does your dad have any idea you think that of him?"

"I don't know; he likes to treat me like a kid. Hey, have you ever seen a
stallion breed a mare?"

"Yes, many times, when I worked on a ranch in Wyoming."

"He's got such huge balls, he must shoot a lot."

"Well, it depends partly on the size of his balls, but I've seen some
stallions that would overflow a coffee cup."

"How do you know that?" Luke asked, laughing.

"They did a lot of artificial insemination on the ranch, and we collected
semen from the best stallions."

"So you've seen a horse with a hardon?"

"Not just seen, I've held a horse's cock collecting the semen."

"Wow!"

"It's not as exciting as you might think. And it can be a mess if he gets
over excited and misses the container.  Horse cum smells to high heaven."

Luke was still gazing at the horse's balls.  "I've seen his huge cock
hanging out but I never seen one hard. It's odd, being a stallion and not
having any hair on his balls."

"He does, it's just real fine, like fuzz. Give me your hand," Jake said. He
took Luke's hand and guided it to the stallion's massive balls. The animal
jumped but didn't kick. "Sometimes we did this to stimulate the stallion."

"They feel like velvet.  Will he get hard if I keep doing this?"

"Maybe. But getting an animal excited just for the fun of it; that's not
right.  Come on, let's go up and throw down some hay." He let Luke climb up
first and he went up the ladder right behind him, giving him a boost on his
butt at the very top.

"It's nice and warm up here," Luke said, looking all around the darkened
loft.

"The straw and hay bales are good insulation," Jakes said. "Some people use
bales of straw to insulate their houses when they build them."

"It smells so good; I could sleep up here if I had a blanket," Luke said.

"Well, we don't have to go back to the house right away. Do you want me to
get one of the horse blankets?"

"Yes!"

Jake climbed down and came back up with two horse blankets.

"We really don't need any more hay tossed down.  We can just lie up here
and enjoy the smell of the hay and the moon shining in if you want to," he
said as he spread the blankets out across a stack of bales.

"Yes. I really didn't think I'd get to meet you up close and get to know
you."

"Your dad said you think I'm intimidating."

"It's all those muscles."

"I don't want you to be intimidated, Luke. We're up here by ourselves, so
you can get to know me and I can get to know you."

"I didn't think you'd want to spend time with a fourteen-year-old kid."

"You're not just any fourteen-year-old.  And I don't really consider you a
kid."

"You don't?"

"No. You're a cut above that.  You talk about my muscles; you're already
filled out as good as a lot of boys older than you are."

"I'd like to be built like you."

"You're well on your way; just stay active in sports and eat right and work
out."  He laid his hand on Luke's stomach. "Look, Luke, I might be wrong
but?.well, I think we both know why we came up here?.don't we?"

"To throw down some bales of hay, you said."

"There's already plenty of hay down there," he said, rubbing his hand
across his stomach.  "I'd like to think you came up here with me for
another reason?.I hope so, anyway," Jake said as he tugged Luke's t-shirt
up.

"I sorta did. At least I was hoping, but I never thought?.."

"Let's take this off," Jake said.  Luke rose up to let him pull his shirt
off. "Mind if we get rid of your jeans, too?" he asked, tugging on the
belt.

"I guess not," he replied.

"Good.  You have a terrific body, it shouldn't be covered up," Jake said.
He tugged on the jeans and Luke lifted his butt up so he could pull them
down.  His shorts came down with them and he grabbed at them but Jake
brushed his hand away.  "Just let me get you naked."

"I'd like to see you naked, too," Luke said.

"You will." When the boy was laid out before him in all his naked glory,
Jake stood and began taking off his own clothes.

"I never seen anybody built like you," Luke said when Jake had peeled off
his shirt.

"In four years or so, you'll like this or even better," Jake said as he
unlaced his boots and took them off. He undid his jeans and took them off
along with his shorts then put his boots back on.

"Oh, my, you're almost beautiful," Luke said.

"So are you, Luke," he said as he lay down beside him.  "You're gonna have
the girls all over you, if you don't already. Hell, even grown women."

"I don't know what I'd do with a grown woman.  Or even a girl, for that
matter."

"Well, it's good to know you haven't taken that step.  You've got plenty of
time for that."

"I don't know if I want to. I'm happy with what me and Aaron have got
together.

"You've got plenty of time to decide that." He moved his hand down along
his right thigh then back up to cup his balls. His touch sent the boy's
cock to a throbbing hard on, bucking and quivering up over his stomach.
"You're almost as big as me.  You gotta be real proud of this," he said,
wrapping his hand around the oversized cock.

"Looks to me like I've got a ways to go," Luke said.

 "Can I ask you something?"

"You can ask me anything."

"It's personal."

"That's okay."

"Has anything like this ever happened between you and your dad?"

"No. Only with me and Aaron. I'd like for it to with Dad but I think he
thinks I'm too young, or that he'd hurt me."

"You mean if he fucked you."

"Yes.  I know it'd hurt some but I wouldn't care. He'd be doing it out of
love and sometimes love hurts. Or maybe he sees something wrong with a dad
and son doing stuff like that but I don't. I think it'd be showing how much
we love each other.  Like a man a wife. "

"Have you told him how you feel?"

"No. I'm scared of what he might say. He said it's okay whatever me and
Aaron want to do together but he's never hinted that he'd want to do
anything like that with me."

"Maybe when you're older."

"I don't wanta be older. Sometimes I lay in bed wishing he would come in my
room and crawl in bed with me. Even that would be enough, to just lie in
bed with him naked."

"Let me show you something," Jake said as he wet his fingers and shoved his
hand up under Luke's balls.  Luke quickly hunkered his butt up off the
blanket to give him better access.

"Aaron does this to me sometimes," he said.

"Has he ever found a spot up inside you that drives you crazy?"

"Not a particular spot; I just like him finger fucking me. He says it gets
me loosened up so it don't hurt so bad when he uses his cock."

"He's right. But let's see if I can find your spot."

"What's it gonna feel like, so I know if you've found it?"

"You'll know. Just lie back and let me show you," he said as he nuzzled the
boy's neck.

"Do you and Aaron kiss?"

"No."

"Then let me show you that first," Jake said. But when he tried to kiss
him, Luke turned his head.  Not to be put off, Jake took his face in his
hand.  "Come on, at least try it," he murmured.  "If you don't like it, we
won't do it anymore. Okay?  Please? You're so fuckin' cute, I really wanta
kiss you.  And I bet Aaron does too.  So you could surprise him and kiss
him first."

With little choice, Luke let the big Marine brush their lips together. He
didn't feel much either way till he felt Jake's tongue slide across his
lips.

"MMmmnnnnn!" Luke moaned as Jake gently forced his tongue into his mouth.

It wasn't a long kiss, just enough for Jake to get the reaction he wanted
from the boy.

"There, that wasn't so bad, was it?"

"No, it was good. I liked it."

"And I bet Aaaron would, too," Luke said.

At the same time he was kissing him Jake was slicking his wet finger up and
down the crack of his ass and rubbing his clenching hole. He wet his
fingers several times for lube till he was able to press through into the
tight heat of his asshole.

"Stop me anytime you don't like what I'm doing," Jake told him.

Luke didn't stop him.  Rather, he squirmed around on Jake's hand, pushing
back against his fingers.

"I think?.you?.found it," he stammered, his voice quivering.

"There?"

"Ohh, Yesss!  Godd, that feels so good!"

With three fingers inside him Jake massaged the palpitating organ harder,
causing him to thrash about wildly.

"Do you want me to fuck you now, Luke?"

"Yesss!  Oh, fuck, yesss!"

"It still may hurt a little at first," Jake warned.

"I don't care, I want it."

Jake rose up and got on top, bringing the boy's legs onto his shoulders in
the same move.

"I've never been fucked by a real man," Luke said timidly.

"I'll be as easy as I can," Jake promised as he set the broad, blunt head
of his cock against the boy's hole.

"Don't worry, I'll take it," Juke said bravely.

"You can stop me any time you want to, but I hope you don't," Jake said.

"I won't, I promise," Luke said.

Jake folded the boy's legs against his chest. "Godd, this is beautiful," he
said, gazing down at Luke's smooth ass spread out before him.

"You're so big, up over me like this," Luke said.

"I'm not intimidating you, am I?" Jake asked with a grin.

"Sort of, but in a good way. I like seeing the power of your muscles.  That
kind of good way."

"I want to kiss you again." Jake smiled when Luke closed his eyes in
anticipation.  But he bent down then and began kissing his ass, lavering
his tongue up and down the crack, dragging it over his clenching hole.

Luke's eyes snapped open with a surprised gasp.

"Ohhhh!  Ohhh, Jake. Ohhh, that feels so good!"

"Yeah, feels good for me, too," Jake murmured.  "You've got such an awesome
ass."

He rimmed the boy till he was whimpering with pleasure then he straightened
and aimed his cock. He watched Luke's face as he pushed against the tight
hole. His mouth came open and his eyes fluttered as the thick cockhead
penetrated his tight ass, then his eyes closed.

"Okay?" Jake asked.

He nodded.

"Promise you'll tell me if it hurts too much."

He nodded again.

Jake looked down at their juncture as he pushed deeper. It was awesome to
see the boy's asshole distended around his thick cock. "You're taking me
real good," he said. He slowly sank his final inches into the boy and
pressed his loins against his spread butt.

"Ohhhhhhh," Luke moaned softly.

"You okay?"

"Yessss.  I feel so full."

"You are full, of man cock, just like you wanted," Jake said.

Luke reached up for Jake's shoulders, digging his fingers in the solid
muscles, then he moved his hands down the man's massive arms.

"I just love your muscles," he said as he rubbed across Jake's hard abs.
Then he leaned up and kissed his chest.

"Yeah, that feels good," Jake said as he pushed his chest against his face.
"Suck on 'em if you want?.ohhhhh, fuck, yeah, you've got a wild tongue."

"I'm glad you wanted to fuck me," Luke said.

"I'm glad you let me.  Your ass feels incredible."

Jake reached down for Luke's cock. "You've got an incredible cock, too"

"Guys say it's because I'm black."

"Well, there is that myth. But you prove it's not a myth. You're big
enough, I think I can do this," Jake said as he hunkered over and took
about half of Luke's cock in his mouth.

"Awwwww!" he cried.  "Ohhhh, I never got fucked and sucked at the same
time!"

Jake thrilled to his cock's reaction in his mouth as he fucked him. It was
like he was forcing the blood into his cock with each stroke; he could
actually feel the veins bulging, and he could feel the boy's heartbeat in
his cock.

"Do you want me to make you cum?" Jake asked.

"Not for a long time."

"Do want to spend the night with me here in the loft."

"Yesss."

"Good, then I want to fuck you and make you cum and I want your load in my
mouth, then we can rest a while then I want you to fuck me if you'6ll do
it."

Luke's mouth dropped and his eyes popped.  "You want me to fuck you?"

"You think you get to have all the fun? Will you do it, Luke?"

"Oh, yesss! Nobody would say to fucking you, Jake."

"When I saw your dad, I was really anxious to see you, to see how you stack
up," Jake said. "Now that I've got you all to myself, no way am I going to
pass up the chance of having this magnificent cock buried in my ass, and
shooting a big load in me."

"I can't believe you're saying that, not a big muscle stud Marine.  I can't
believe any of this, being up here in the hayloft alone with you with your
big cock fucking me and now you want me to fuck you.  I must be dreaming."

"It's a nice dream, though, isn't it?"

"I just don't wanta ever wake up," Luke said. "Godd, Jake, it feels so good
I wanta cry."

"Go ahead."

"I sorta knew you liked having sex with other guys but I never thought
you'd wanta do it with a kid as young as me, and I never thought you would
do things back."

"Why'd you think that?"

"You're too much of a stud."

"You think studs don't like the same things as everybody else?"

"But?.wanting me to fuck you?.that's the ultimate."

"You're funny, Luke.  You're a stud, and I'm fucking you."

"It's just not the same," Luke said. "You're used to having sex with
Devon."

"Who told you that?"

"I just knew."

"I'm gonna do everything back with you, Luke," Jake murmured in the crook
of his neck. "We're gonna make this night one we won't ever forget."

"Can I ask you to do something, Jake?" he asked in a timid voice.

"I'd do about anything you want."

"I don't wanta interrupt you fucking me 'cause it feels so wonderful, and I
really wanta feel you shoot your load inside my ass but there's something
else I want."

"What's that?"

"I know I can't have it both ways so I really, really want, when you're
ready to cum, I want you to shoot it in my mouth. I wanta see you cum,
'cause I know you're gonna cum like a stud, and I wanta taste it.  And I
wanta try to swallow it."

Jake laughed and leaned down and kissed him.  "You're so fuckin' cute, the
way you say things. Sure, I'll cum in your mouth and I'm gonna get it all
over your face, too, 'cause I think you'd look even cuter with my cum
streaked all over you."

"Oh, Godd, Jake, your cock feels so good throbbing and sliding back and
forth inside me.  It's almost more'n I can stand."

Jake smothered his face with kisses.  "This has happened sometimes when
I've fucked other guys and I'm gonna try to make it happen to you."

"What's that?"

"The way you said you feel?.I wanta make you feel it even more intensely.
What I'm saying, Luke?.I think I can make you black out."

"You mean you're gonna fuck me out of my mind?  'Cause I feel like I'm
going a little bit crazy."

"Something like that, but not really. You'll just be floating off in
pleasure heaven for a little bit. Okay?  Do you wanta go there?"

"It sounds scary."

"Don't be scared; you'll come back. I'll bring you back."

"Don't cum while I'm out there; I don't wanta miss it," Luke said.

"I won't," Jake said, laughing.

Jake fucked him out of his mind. Young Luke came back sobbing and clinging
to Jake for all he was worth.

"Ohhh?.ohhh, Jake?.I was out there, just like you said. I don't remember
it, except it was wonderful. And you're still fucking me so you didn't cum
yet."

"Of course not.  But I've been so close?.it's getting hard to hold back."

"It's okay if you don't."

"Thanks. Hold on but don't float off again."

It was all Jake could do to pull out and straddle the boy's chest to give
him his load. He lay with his head lifted, his mouth open like a hungry
bird waiting to be fed.  Jake fed him.  His cock bolted and the stuff shot
out like a canon going off, sending ropes of thick cum into the boy's
mouth. He was shaking so that he lost his trajectory and began blasting his
face. Luke closed his eyes tightly and whimpered with excitement.

At the end Jake was trembling, about to topple over.

"Godd, that was so intense!" he gasped. He held his cock in one hand and
used the head to smear his cum all over the boy's face and neck.  "I wish
you could see this," he said.  "But of course you can't; your eyes are
pools of cum. I'll take care of that."

Jake lapped up the cum out of Luke's eye sockets then licked up more off
his face till he had a mouthful.  Then he wiped Luke's eyes with his
T-shirt so he could open them. Such beautiful deep, dark eyes, still full
of innocence and lust.  They gazed into each other's eyes for a long moment
then Jake leaned down and pressed his cum-slick lips across Luke's.  He
used his tongue to easily pry the boy's lips apart and the next moment they
were kissing and exchanging cum till they had swallowed it all.

"Do you want more?" Jake asked.  "There's plenty more all over your face
and neck."

"We shouldn't waste it," Luke said.

 "No we shouldn't." Jack lapped it all up and fed it to him then lay beside
him in a state of contented exhaustion.

"This is the best thing that's ever happened to me in my whole life," Luke
said.

"It ranks up there pretty high in my life, too," Jake said.

"You're just saying that.  You've had so much experience."

"Yes I have, but I'm not just saying it.  Right now, in this time, if my
life was different?.if I wasn't a Marine?.it'd be easy to fall in love."

"I think you're forgetting you're talking to a fourteen-year-old," Luke
scoffed.

"I think you're forgetting you're no ordinary fourteen-year-old. Seriously,
Luke, I have had a lot of experience, but that was some of the best sex
I've ever had."

"Is it because I'm black?"

"That might have something to do with it. Along with your big cock," Jake
added jokingly.

"I can't believe you're comparing me with Devon. I don't think he would
like that."

"He would be proud to be considered in the same company with you," Jake
said. "Listen, would you like to have sex with Devon? Maybe both of us?"

"Ohh, fuck! I'm shaking inside just thinking about it!" He
exclaimed. "Yesss!  Oh, Yesss! Do you think he would want to?"

"I think you can pretty much count on it.  I'll try to arrange it."



"So how did things go up in the loft?" Will asked Jake the next morning.

"Your son is mature beyond his years," Jake said.

"Yes, in many ways," Will agreed.

"You need to listen to the vibes he's sending out."

"I've not felt any vibes."

"Then you're not paying close enough attention."

"Did he say something?"

"I promised that what happened in the loft stays in the loft. Just let me
say that he's anxious to become a man; to be treated like a man, by you."

Will smiled through a frown. "Jake, are you?.telling that my son?. wants to
have sex with me?"

"Listen to the vibes," Jake said again.



























                         Epilogue Chapter Thirteen

                                        Kyle



Kyle came up to me in the kitchen and laid his hand on my shoulder.

"I'm going to bug out for a little while," he said.  "There's someone I
have to see while I'm home."

"Oh?  Should I ask who?"

"No."

I smiled.  "You always were the secretive one."

"I never like to burden others with my troubles," he said.

"Is there trouble?  I have a right to know," I said.

"No, no trouble. Not to worry."



As Told by Kyle



I drove into town and slowed for the speed limit then let the car coast
through downtown. Past the business district I turned on Waterfall and
drove the three blocks to Cascade Street and turned again. I didn't know if
he still lived there but I had to find out?.I had to know?..

I found the house.  There was a car in the drive. I pulled in behind it,
paused to take a deep breath, then got out.  Suddenly panic set in and I
almost didn't go up to the door.  I took the steps onto the porch and
knocked on the door, quickly, before I lost my nerve. It was a moment
before the door opened, and there he stood.

"Coach Tanner," I said through the screen.  It took him a second before he
recognized me.

"Kyle!  Kyle Courter!  Come in!" he exclaimed as he pushed the door open
and stepped back.  "It's great to see you. How've you been?"

"Good. You?" My nerves were on edge.

"Come in, sit down."

"I didn't know if you would have company."

"No, I ate at the Crown Buffett. Thanksgiving is always pretty quiet for
me."

I laughed.  "It was wonderful chaos at our house."

"What brings you here?" he asked.  "I mean here.  I know you're home for
Thanksgiving."

"Touching base with my past," I said.

"Heard you went to law school."

"Yes."

"So you're a lawyer now."

"Yes."

"I love a success story. Married? Any kids?"

"No, and no."

"That's a shame. A waste of perfectly good manhood. As I remember, you had
your pick of about any girl in school. I'm sure it was the same in college,
how'd you escape the net?"

"Not really.  Little fish in a big pond. And, I was pretty entrenched in my
studies."

"You and your brother?.both real stand-outs.  How about Devon? How's he
doing? I heard he joined the Marines."

"He made a career of it; he's still in."

"Married?  Kids?"

"No, he?.he's with someone, though. Has been since high school."

"Oh? Somehow, I missed that high school romance."

"He wasn't from our school.  They met at football camp."

"He??"

"Yeah, it's that kind of relationship. Another Marine."

"I see.  I missed that, too.  I had no idea. My God, he had the girls
panting over him.  So did you.  But now?.you're not married either.... is
there someone in your life?"

"No, not like that.  We're in different situations.  Devon is gay; I'm
bi. Or I should say I'm still sorting it out. Something I want ask you,
Coach."

"Ask away."

"Was there ever anything going on between you and your players?"

"Spoken like a true lawyer," he said, laughing softly. "Yes, there were a
few occasions. No names," he added quickly.

"Just tell me that one of them wasn't my brother."

"No, not Devon.  But I would've done him in a heartbeat. Both of you."

"Why didn't you?" I asked.

"Your dads.  No way was I going to fuck with those two men if they ever
found out."

"It wouldn't have been pretty," I said.  "But it's a shame you let the
opportunity slip by."

"My regrets," he said. "But I didn't know back then.  If I'd known or even
had a good indication, you can bet your ass I would've made a move. But the
way the girls flocked around you guys all the time."

"We were a novelty, being half Vietnamese," I said.

"Oh, it was more than that," he said.  "The novelty was that you were so
damned good looking, such great athletes. And such flawless skin?.the girls
were so jealous.  Not just your complexion?.your bodies were flawless.  In
all my years of coaching I've never seen boys with such perfect bodies. Not
to mention how you were both hung."

"If I were younger, you would be embarrassing me," I said.

"I came close one time," he said.

"Oh? When was that?"

"The day you both wore those pajama pants to school. You didn't have
anything on under them."

"No, they're not worn with underwear," I said.

"Obviously, that day. Your dicks swinging free, and the way the pants
wrapped around your butts, your butt muscles churching and flexing. I saw
girls stop in the hallways just to stare.  Some guys, too. Honest truth?.I
had to retreat to my office and jack off."

"No kidding," I said, laughing.

"If there'd been a way to get you both down in the locker room by
yourselves, I would've bolted the door and thrown you down on the mats and
had my way with you."

"You probably wouldn't have gotten much resistance," I said. "But you did
other guys."

"Yes.  Four to be exact."

"Did I know them?"

"Three of them.  The fourth, no, he transferred after you graduated."

"So I wouldn't know him, you could tell me his name."

"I suppose I could. I could tell you the whole story about him.  Well, not
the whole story, but the first time with him."





As Told by Coach Tanner;



Luca Aaronson. Built like a tank. Would've made a hell of a football player
but he didn't have time for sports. He was a country boy and he'd taken
over the responsibility of the family farm after his dad skipped out.  He
didn't have a car so he rode the school bus. One day after school I saw him
walking several blocks up from the school. Apparently he'd missed the
bus. I drove up that way and pulled over beside him.



"Miss your bus, Luca?"



"Yeah."



"Hop in, I'll give you a ride home."



"Naw, it'd be way out of your way. I can walk."



"Nonsense. Can't be that far. Get in."



I drove him home. I'll never forget the way he smelled of the morning's
shower and the day's sweat.  It was innocent enough; I was just doing him a
favor. I let him out at the end of a long lane.  I wanted to take him on up
to the house but he insisted on being let out; said the bus never took him
all the way. Watching him walk up the lane to his house, looking so alone,
that picture stuck with me. But then I couldn't get him out of my mind.  It
nagged at me that he was such a stud but didn't play sports. I could've
used him, and I could've gotten to know him better. He didn't even take PE.
Seniors didn't have to take PE and he didn't.  He chose instead to get a
pass out of study hall and go down to the weight room and work out. That
really nagged me because I had that study hall and I was the one who gave
him the pass. He was down there pumping iron and sweating and I was sitting
there watching over a bunch of half-asleep, disinterested kids.



One Saturday I drove out to his place, introduced myself to his mother, and
she told me he was in the back eighty fixing fences.  She told me how to
get back there but told me to wait.  She went inside and brought out a big
thermos of ice water and asked me if I'd take it back to him."



He had on bib overalls and work boots and a baseball cap.  No shirt, and
his overalls were unbuttoned all the way down the sides so you could see
all the way down to his hips, certain way he moved. He stopped what he was
doing to see who was driving up.  He sort of smiled when I got out of my
car.



"I'm here on an errand; your mom sent me back with a thermos of water."



"She called you all the way out here to do that?  How're you doing, Coach?"



"Good," I said handing him the thermos.



He uncapped it and took a long drink while I watched his thick neck muscles
and his Adams apple as he gulped it down, and his biceps curled up the size
of grapefruits.  Couldn't help noticing, either, the way his overalls hung
loosely on his frame from the straps over his broad shoulders. I moved a
little closer and was able to see all the way to his bare hip; he wore
nothing under them.



He finished drinking and capped the thermos and set it down. "So what
brings you out here?" he asked.



"No particular reason.  I was driving past and remembered where you lived
and decided to drop in.  I hope that's all right. Your mom said it was."



"Mom's the boss," he said as he pulled a blue bandana out of his back
pocket.  He wiped the sweat form his forehead and neck, biceps and shoulder
muscles bulging again. He was stuffing the bandanna back in his pocket,
slowly, with a little smile that curled his lips up on one side. That smile
had not been there before and the way he looked at me was unsettling. He
was relatively new at school and to the team and I didn't yet know him
well, and I wondered if I'd made a mistake coming.



"You sure you didn't have a particular reason for coming out, Coach?" he
asked in a strange, even tone.



I felt suddenly uncomfortable in his presence, with a feeling that I needed
to justify my being there. God forbid he saw through me!



"I probably shouldn't be interfering?.inserting myself into your private
life?.but I know your father's not in the picture, Luca, and I wanted to
meet you on your own turf, see how your life is going."



"He hasn't been in my life for so long I don't even remember him ever being
around.  You don't miss something you never had.  You might wish, but you
don't miss it. I appreciate your concern, Coach, but I'm not buying it a
hundred percent. I'd appreciate it more if you'd be more honest about your
particular reason for diving all the way out here."



I was nailed! I felt a warm flush come over me and I knew my face was
turning red under my tan.



"Last time I had a coach take an interest in me he was concerned with way
more than my welfare," the boy said. "It's okay," he added quickly.  "It's
not the first time I've been hit on." He laughed.  "Hell, that's been
happening since I was nine or ten years old?.a lot of men wanting to take
me under their wing. You know the funny thing about it is?.Mom believes
it. Thinks I should have a male influence in my life."



I felt like shit and I was so embarrassed that he'd seen right through me.
"I'm sorry, Luca. I didn't mean it that way?.I had no intention of taking
advantage of you. I should leave."



"Don't leave. It's okay.  Really, it is, 'cause, I don't take it that
way. Not now, at my age. You don't have to leave.  In fact, I wish you
wouldn't. You got nothing to worry about with me, Coach, I'm not gonna go
blabbing. To quote the Vegas rule, what happens in the back eighty stays in
the back eighty."



"I don't know what to say."



"Well, since all the cards are on the table you could start by being honest
about why you came. If it was for sex?.and I'm thinking it was?.I'd be up
for it. Like, if you wanta suck my cock I'd be up for that, or I could
throw you down on the ground and fuck your brains out."



I knew he could do it, too.  I wasn't scared but I didn't believe what I
was hearing, from an eighteen year old athlete. I should've left but he was
so good looking and so well built, not to mention commanding.  He
mesmerized me. I couldn't walk away. My mind was made up before I knew it.
I looked all around but saw no sign of life for as far as I could
see. Still, I was reluctant.



"It's pretty out in the open," I said.



"Don't worry, we're safe back here, even right out in the open."



"Are you sure?"



He laughed.  "Hell, Coach, I was working in just my work boots and cap. I
only pulled on my overalls when I saw a vehicle heading this way. But we
don't have to get naked if that's a concern. I mean, you've already seen me
naked plenty of times."



"But not like this?.out in the open, with just the two of us."



"I can just haul my cock out if you want," he said as he reached down and
shoved his fingers through his fly.



I watched with baited breath as he pulled his cock out. He was one of the
few boys I'd never seen naked.  Even the other seniors who opted out of PE,
I'd seen them naked before they were seniors. I nearly choked when I saw
the hunk of meat he hauled out of his overalls and held it across his
palm. It was long and thick and meaty, already sporting a network of bluish
veins along the six inch shaft.  The wide head was suspended out over his
hand; I imagined it being the size of a baseball.



"My Godd!" I gasped softly.



He laughed.  "That's because I'm fluffed up.  Wearing overalls with nothing
under 'em makes me do that." He pulled on it several times then let go and
put his hands on his hips.



My mouth was watering as I stared at his huge cock. It was pulsating,
coming to life. He twisted his hips, causing his cock to swing back and
forth. He gave it a few strokes and left it alone again.



"I know I'm sweaty," he said.  "Give it a lick or two, see if you want it.
If not, that's okay."



"No, I'm sure you're fine," I croaked.  I was within arms' reach but I
stepped closer so I didn't have to reach. I had only to let my hand down
and it was suddenly filled with warm, thick, live cockmeat. The touch of
his manhood made me weak in the knees, but I had no reason to be standing.
I went to my knees where I belonged and was face to face with the
magnificent cock.  That it was attached to a mere teenager only made it all
the more desirable.



"I can't believe the size of this thing," I said.



"Well, you don't have the full size yet," he said.



I couldn't wait for it. I wet my lips and opened my mouth. I put out my
tongue and his cock met it with a little help when he jutted his hips
forward. It took only about half of it to fill my mouth.



"That taste okay?" he asked.



I nodded then withdrew and said, "You taste wonderful."



"Well, then, why don't I shed these overalls."



He undid the straps and let them fall. The sides were already unbuttoned
and when the bib part fell it took his overalls down to his knees. He stood
on one boot then the other to take off the overalls, then he tossed them
aside. I was short of breath at the sight of him standing there in nothing
but this work boots and cap. I sat back on my haunches just to look at him.



"Did you change your mind?" he asked.



"No! Just looking at you.  What do you weigh?"



"Two thirty five."



"Your body is awesome."



"That's partly thanks to you, for writing me the passes out of study hall
so I can work out," he said.



"I've thought that I probably shouldn't write you a pass every day but
seeing the results, you can have a pass anytime you want it."



His cock had reached its full potential, easily over eight inches, thick as
my wrist, the veins bulging, the head bulged out truly the size of a
baseball. Precum glistened in the sunlight.  It made my mouth water but I
leaned in and buried my face in his crotch with his balls against the side
of my face. He put his hand on my head and pushed his crotch in my face. I
licked everywhere I could reach with my tongue.



"You like my sweat?" he asked, sounding surprised.



"Very much."  I moved to the other side and he brought my face into his
crotch.



"Fuck, that feels good," he moaned.



His cock loomed to my right but I wanted to save it till the very last. I
had a feeling this boy knew little of all the places where I could make him
feel good. I should've started with his chest and sucked his nipples. But I
was on my knees and there were other erogenous zones within easy reach. I
kissed his hard abs then m oved down to kiss the inside of his thighs. All
the while I wondered if I should turn him around. As I clasped my hands
around his hard butt muscles I knew I couldn't resist, no matter what the
musk there. He was rubbing his throbbing cock against the side of my face
but I told him to turn around.



"Don't get any funny ideas," he said. I knew what he meant; he wasn't going
to be fucked.



"No, I'm staying down here," I told him and he let me turn him around.



"Oh, Godd," I whispered as I gazed at the beautiful twin globes in my
hands. I kissed each side several times then dragged my tongue up the
crack. He moaned. I kissed the sides some more and when I dragged my tongue
up the crack again I had the twin globes pulled apart so my tongue dragged
over his asshole.



"Awww, fuck, Coach!" he cried out.



I was happily surprised at the wonderful taste and the aroma of soap and
sweat. He choked down his outcries and shoved his butt against my face. I
devoured his ass. I tongued his hole viciously. I dug my fingers deeper in
the crevice and pulled his hole open so I could get my tongue inside him.



"Awww, Godd?.Fuck, Coach?.what're you doing to me!"



I thought about using a finger but I was afraid that would spook him.
Another time, I thought, because I was certain there would be another
time. I rimmed him till my tongue was tired then I sat back on my haunches
to catch my breath.



"That is the most gorgeous ass I've ever seen," I panted.



"Are you ready for my cock," he asked, turning around.



"I've been ready, I just wanted to build up a head of steam," I said.



"Fuck, Coach, I damn hear blew a head of steam when you were eating my
ass. I wouldn't have cared if you got me off doing that.  I never felt
anything so good."



His huge cock stuck out over my face, bobbing up and down and leaking
precum. I licked it off and it quivered.



"You must have the biggest cock in school," I said, taking hold of it.



"You think so? You think that'd bring my grades up if all my teachers saw
my cock?" he joked.



"I can't get my hand around it," I said, measuring the shaft with my thumb
and middle finger.



"Don't worry about your hand, can you get your mouth around it?"



"You're anxious, aren't you?" I chided him.



"My cock's aching, it wants your mouth so bad," he said.



He'd suffered long enough. I took his cock in my mouth and it rewarded me
with a gush of precum. I thought he was cumming. As I sucked his cock I had
no hope of deep throating him, bad as I wanted to.  But he'd mentioned
fucking me; I would take him that way.



"Awww, fuck, your tongue is magic," he moaned as he thrust his cock back
and forth through my lips.  The head pushed anxiously against my throat
each time but eased back to prevent him from impaling me.



"Can't take it all the way, huh," he said.



I leaned back to answer him.



"I could suck you all day but I don't see how anybody could take this all
the way. I'll take you the other way, though, when you fuck me."



I couldn't believe the supply of precum he was producing.  It was a never
ending flow and I wondered how his cum would be.  I imagined he would cum
like a stallion. I wanted to him to cum in my mouth but I expected he would
be fucking me when he shot his load.  But, I kept telling myself, this
would surely not be our only time together. I sucked him till his legs were
trembling in my hand. I wrapped my arms around his left thigh to steady
it. It was the first I grasped how massive his thighs really were.



"Do you want to cum?" I asked.



"No, I don't want to ever cum.  I wanta keep doing this forever," he
replied.  "Why, are you getting tired?"



"No! I thought you might be wanting to fuck me."



"I do.  But I never fucked a guy's ass before and I'm afraid it'll make me
cum."



"If you do, it won't be the end of your sex life, will it?" I joked.  Then
in a more serious tone, "This doesn't have to be our only time, Luca."



"I was hoping that," he said.



"We can arrange to get together again, as often as you like."



"I was thinking, when my mom goes to visit her sister, maybe you'd wanta
come out and spend a couple of nights. I could fuck your brains out."



"Yes, let me know when that is," I said.  "Luca, before you cum, and before
you fuck me, I'd like to do something else."



"Sure, what?"



"Sit on my face."



He laughed, giving me a screwed up look.



"Your ass is awesome.  I love eating it," I said.



"Sure.  Fuck, yeah, I could handle some more of that myself. But first,
let's get you out of these clothes," he said as he pulled my gray athletic
shirt up. I'd come from my office in the locker room, wearing my PE clothes
so there wasn't much to take off. I raised my arms to let him pull it off
of me. When I looked all around again he laughed and said, "Stop worrying,
Coach, there's plenty of time to get decent if we see somebody coming. Come
on, get naked like me."



He pulled me to my feet and pulled my shorts down. I thought he might pull
my jockstrap off too-I was hoping--but when he didn't I took it off myself.
I went over to sit on the tailgate of his pickup then lay back in the warm
truck bed. Luca climbed up in the truck and stood over me, looking down
with a big grin.



"I hope you can get your tongue up in me like before," he said as he
lowered himself astraddle my head.



I moaned as I watched his magnificent butt descend over me and my tongue
was out and ready by the time his asshole touched it.  He cried out and
settled his ass snugly on my face and I ate him like a hungry puppy. I saw
him bring his forearm up to bite down on it. He let me rim him for quite a
long time before he rose up, squeezing his big cock.



"I gotta fuck you before I burst," he said in a husky voice.



He climbed down from the truck and I started to bring my legs up but he
turned me over so my feet were on the ground and I was bent over the
tailgate.  He retrieved his overalls and got something out of the pocket.
I learned later that it was Bag Balm, an ointment used on cows' udders. He
pushed my feet apart and took a stance behind me and lubed up his cock then
worked his greased finger in my ass.



"UUhhnnnn," I moaned.  His finger was the size of a small cock.



There was no foreplay and it didn't surprise me that he set the head of his
cock against my hole and shoved.  His huge cockhead burst through my hole
and bored through my sphincter and emerged victoriously in the warm chute
of my ass. He didn't stop till he was all the way in.



 "Awww, Fuck! This is enough to make a guy give up pussy."



He held his stance for a long moment, letting his cock buck and throb deep
inside me, then he eased back, shoved forward and began fucking me.



"Ohhh, My Godd!" I groaned aloud.



"If you don't wanta see a grown man cry, don't tell me it's too much," he
said.



"No!  I've never had a cock this size but it's perfectly wonderful."



"Then I'm gonna fuck your brains out, Coach."



And he almost did.  He came close enough that my head was spinning and I
couldn't grasp the thoughts bouncing around in my head. He was an
incredible fuck. His power was overwhelming and I wondered where he'd
learned the moves.



"Ohhh?..Uhhnnn?..Ohh, God, Luca?.Awwwhhh, you plow in so deep! I've never
been fucked like this before."



"Have you been fucked a lot, Coach?"



"Enough to know an exceptional fuck when I'm getting one," I said.



"This is gonna bring my grades up even more," he joked.



I couldn't be sure how long he fucked me in that position before he lifted
my legs up and turned me onto my side then onto my back without missing a
stroke. I could do nothing but submit to his raw, teenage lust. I wondered
what his testosterone level was right then. In the danger zone, no doubt.



"I wish I could suck you at the same time," I whined. "I so want your
load."



"Do you want my load in your mouth?  I can pull out and give it to you when
I'm ready."



"I want it in my mouth, in my ass, on my face."



"I can give you two out of three," he said, laughing.  "I've got plenty to
give you a mouthful and spray your face. I can cum in your ass another
time. That okay?"



"Yesss! That would be wonderful. But don't cum too soon."



"Don't worry about that," he said as he looked up in the sky.  "I'm
planning on fucking you till the cows come home. I should tell you, too,
lots of times my cock don't go down and I can cum more than once."



He wasn't bragging, just stating fact. He fucked me nearly into oblivion,
maneuvering me into one position after another. Bent over the tailgate and
sprawled across the bed of the truck. On my back on the tailgate. He pulled
me to my feet and fucked me against the side of the truck bed. He threw me
on the ground and fucked me, like he'd said he would. He fucked me standing
up in the truck bed, banging me against the window. He fucked me standing
at the open door of the truck with me sprawled across the seat. In the
final position he even fucked me sprawled across the windshield with me
clawing at the cab.  His stamina was phenomenal. He was a machine. By the
time he announced he was getting close, I could barely put two words
together.  I braced myself for whatever was to come. He said he had plenty,
I was nearly overwhelmed with anticipation to see what he meant by that.



I didn't exactly cum in the true sense of the word but he was pushing my
cum out of me; I could feel it smearing all over the windshield. At the
crucial moment he pulled out and turned me over and I slid down on the
windshield onto the hood.  He straddled me and shoved his cock in my mouth.
I was stunned that he shoved it into my throat and that I was able to take
it, all the way down to his balls. He started cumming in my throat but
gradually pulled back so he filled my mouth then he pulled out and shot
several salvos all over my face. It was beautiful.  It was mind boggling.
It was the most intense climax I'd ever experienced with another man. As he
was finishing he shoved his cock back in my mouth for me to drain him.



He hunkered over me, his hips still in thrusting mode, till I couldn't
breathe. He pushed up and awkwardly dismounted from the hood of the truck
and collapsed to the ground, leaning back against the bumper. I didn't move
for a long moment, till I caught my breath, and I was a bit disoriented, my
head spinning.



"Geezuss!" I moaned.



"I have never had that kind of sex before in my life!" he exclaimed from
below.



When I was able I climbed down and joined him on the ground.



"Geezuss, Luka, you damn near did fuck my brains out.  I'm dizzy."



"I damn near fucked my own brains out," he said, laughing. "Shit, I don't
know where all that came from; I couldn't get enough, I couldn't stop. It
was like something took hold of me?.a force....and I gave up all control of
my body."



I eyed his huge cock, standing up from his loins, quivering.



"Has the force still got hold of you?" I asked, laughing.



"That's happened lots of times but always before I had the strength to do
something with it," he said.



"If you give me a minute I'll see if I can take care of it for you," I
said.



"Naw, let's save it for next time," he said.



****



I was boned up listening to him tell the story but I didn't want to show
it.  I thought it might appear a sign of weakness, like reverting back to
high school arrested development. This wasn't high school, after all.  I
was an adult now, talking to an adult; or listening.  But the story was
hot, Luka sounded hot as fuck and quite frankly Coach Tanner hadn't given
way to his age all that much.



"Was there a next time?" I asked.



"Lots of next times.  I became the male influence in Luka's life that his
mother wanted him to have."



"I'm sure you were a good influence, besides showing him a great time. You
were a good influence to a lot of boys."



"Sometimes I didn't think I was influencing you or Devon all that much," he
said.



"You did, but perhaps not as much as others.  But then we had a very strong
male influence at home."



"Yes, you must've been able to cut the testosterone with a knife in that
house," he joked. "That was great story you told about Luka. And hot, the
way you told it.  I boned up."



"Do you still have the problem?" he asked.



"It's going away."



"That's too bad.  A good, healthy hardon is a terrible thing to waste," he
said.



"One thing about a healthy hard on, when one goes, another one rises to
take its place," I joked.



"But if it isn't wasted, another one always comes along."



"We don't have to dance round the issue, Coach. We go back too far for
that. Do you wanta have sex with me?"



"I've wanted to have sex with you since you first walked into my
classroom."



"Well, I'm legal now," I said with a sly grin.

























                               Epilogue Chapter Fourteen



Colby was without a doubt our biggest and proudest surprise. He surprised
us all by going into the seminary.  I half expected him to be expelled
within the first six months but he went on to become a priest. Somehow, he
still didn't fit the mold. He arrived in a beat-up old pickup, looking not
as healthy as I thought he should. He arrived "in costume" as Jason put it
and it seemed to weigh heavy on his stooped shoulders. We greeted him on
the porch, hugging him tightly.  He was still solid but not as heavy as he
used to be. We joked lightly about his "costume" and he said it was the
only clothes he had.

"Something I want to get off my mind," I said.  "I don't think I ever told
you how proud I am of you."

"Yes, almost as proud as we were surprised," Jason said.

"It's not about pride," he said.  "Pride goeth before the fall. But I
appreciate you saying it.  I just didn't want you to be disappointed in
me."

"Do you go by Father Colby or Father Dismas?" Jason asked.

"Did someone tell you to ask me that, or do you know about St. Dismas?"
Colby asked.

"Dismas was the thief who was crucified with Christ," Jason said.

Colby laughed.  "I thought you were going to crucify me and Braden when you
found out what we'd been up to."

"If I scared the hell out of you, I intended to.  But that was all made
good."

"Well I confessed it anyway, and you might be happy to know, I officially
credited you in the confessional for putting me on the straight and
narrow."

"Has my cause for sainthood been started yet?" Jason joked.

Braden and Will came in from the barn. Nolan was right behind them and they
all gathered around.

"The truck?.these are your only clothes....you never told us about the
poverty in your parish," I said.

"It's Appalachia," Colby said.

"We never made the connection," Jason said. "We just knew you were in
Virginia."

"Deep in Virginia," he said.

"You've lost weight. You don't look healthy," I said.

"We must all make do with what God provides us."

"No. That's not good enough. Why didn't you tell us? Isn't there a charity
of some kind? There must be government programs."

"There are more charities than you can shake a stick at. They come and
go. Many of them go with the money they collect; scams. By the way, it's
not smart to question God's plan," he threw in at Jason. "As for government
programs?.you always said everything the government touches turns to
shit. The government programs come and go like the seasons. Another bill is
passed to eradicate poverty, there's a lot of hoopla, and before the ink is
dry the social do-gooders are off to save another section of society and
the program barely gets off the ground before it simply collapses. The
bureaucrats keep their jobs, doing nothing and none of the money ever gets
to the people who need it. It's happened so often that the people don't
even bother to hope anymore. The one thing government programs do quite
well is to provide good jobs for government employees."

"What about the Church?.I mean with a capital C? Isn't there any help from
the diocese?  What happened to alms for the poor? Surely your bishop is
aware of the situation."

"I'm still wrestling with that," he said. "We have been relieved from the
obligation of any assessments by the diocese but our alms for the poor come
from the poor. Honestly, I don't have the time or energy to worry about the
root causes; I must be focused on the day to day problems of my
parishioners."

Jordan had come in on the last part, taking a chair that he turned around
to rest his arms across the back. I was still impressed how the muscles in
his arms stood out.

"I know you took the vow of poverty but that wreck on wheels out there is
ridiculous," he said.

"It's all the parish can afford," Colby said. "They can hardly keep food on
their tables. Fortunately one of the men is a mechanic so he keeps the
wreck running." He laughed. "He promised it would get me up here but he
wouldn't promise it would get me back."

Jordan stayed and listened intently for a bit then left the room.  When he
came back he handed Colby a check.

"If you don't think my money is tarnished?."

Colby took the check. "Hungry parishioners won't give a damn," he said. "I
thank you."

Levi, who also made money the same way as Jordan came in looking for Jordan
and sat in on the conversation. When he realized the gist of it he put in
his two cents worth.

"I feel like a total hypocrite saying this but God did give me this body
and the talent so I'd be more'n happy to donate every third out-call."

"And ask nothing from me in return?" Colby asked.

"Not unless you can guarantee me a ticket through the Pearly Gates."

"I'm afraid I'm not the gate keeper," Colby said.

"Hell, the pitiful two bucks you get for every in or our call ain't gonna
feed very many people," Jordan chided him.

"Make that two hundred, Father," Levi said. "An hour," he added.

"I'm not in a position to judge, only forgive," Colby said.

"Well, since you don't think our money is tainted, I see no reason why we
can't all be part of God's plan," Will said.  "Give me an address, I'll see
that you get a check every month."

One by one the others came in and, curious about the confab taking place in
the kitchen they sat and stood around to see what was going on, and each
one pitched in in some way.

"I want to place one condition on all of this," Jason said. "What we send
you doesn't go in the collection plate where it has to be accounted
for. You, personally, use it wherever you see fit."

"It will go mostly for food, clothes, coal?.the bare necessities of
life. And I might try to save a little back to help with repairs on some of
the houses, and the church and rectory."

"That's my stock in trade," Nolan said. "What kind of repairs you needing?"

"Well, for starters, the roof.  It would free up several pans and kettles
sitting around to catch the water when it rains," he said jokingly. Then
more seriously, "But the first priority would have to be the Brown
family. They're living with five kids in a two room house that's simply
leaned over."

"I didn't sign on for this," Jason grumbled.

"I'm the one who signed on for it."

"You requested this parish?"

"I'm bound by a vow of obedience and I signed on for wherever the bishop
sends me."

"This will not stand. And I'm angry with you for not telling us."

"Can I ask you something, Colby? It's a touchy subject, considering you're
a priest."

"I am a priest; I hear confessions.  I've listened to more touchy than you
can imagine."

"Does anyone use condoms? Seems that might be a small step in stemming the
tide of poverty."

"You have to do the math," he said.  "What's a condom cost, a buck? Sex
three or four times a week?.that's three or four dollars that will buy
oatmeal, grits, rice, flour to feed a family for a week. They can't think
ahead to prevention, their focus is on each day as it comes, each meal for
chrissakes. It's a daily battle for survival for these folks. And I'm sure
as hell not going to suggest to these men that they give up sex."

"If condoms were provided, would they use them?"

"I really don't know."

"Okay, tell me this; if a woman or a man asked you if it's okay to use
birth control, what would you tell them?  Better yet, if a man came into
the confessional and confessed that he was using condoms, what would you
say to him?"

"I would say it's better to feed the children he has than to create another
child."

"And your conscience would be clear on that?"

"I believe the bishops and cardinals who define and hold us to God's word
are sometimes confused about what God is saying. There is no reference to
condoms or any other kind of birth control anywhere in scripture. The only
reference even remotely related to birth control is God's command to
'multiply and fill the earth.'  God knows they've done that, so that
commandment has been fulfilled.  The scripture I hang my hat on is feeding
the hungry. Condoms could be a tool in the fight against hunger and
poverty."

"Well put."

"Should we or should we not have had this conversation when Jacob was still
here?" someone joked.

"Jacob is providing for his family."

"Because he's able. There's probably more than one root cause but one has
to be lack of education."

"Kids don't learn when they're hungry," Colby said. "Offer them a book and
a bowl of oatmeal or beans, see which they shove aside."

"But once he's fed, he still has the book."

"What few there are," Colby said.

"Speaking militarily, you often need a three or four pronged attack to
defeat the enemy. I mean, you're probably not going to have much effect if
you keep shooting at a guy who is well entrenched in a concrete bunker. You
might need to toss a grenade and shake things up a bit."

"I was never in the military?.your point is?"

"You attack it from all sides. The immediate need is food. Then clothes.
Heat and shelter.  Then books and school supplies."

"And throw some condoms in the mix."

"Shelter is going to need a lot of attention. I mean, that one family's
house is caving in around them."

Nolan looked around the room. "Collectively, we have the talent. I can get
the materials wholesale. All we need is to arrange a time."

"I smell a plan."

"Alright, but this can't be like a fuckin' government program where we jump
in and make a big splash then swim away. We have to be in it asshole-deep
for the long haul; long enough to make a real impact."

"When did we ever get by with doing anything half assed," he said, looking
at Jason and me.

"Excuse me but I can't help noticing that the conversation has shifted form
the abstract to the present tense," Colby said.

"There's a plan brewing, Father."

The plan slowly came to fruition. Right there in the kitchen there was over
$10,000 in cash and promises for Colby to take back with him.

The next day, Friday, Colby drove his old pickup into town where it was
loaded down with food and new clothes and filled up with gas. Jason and I
bought up all the condoms in two drug stores. The kid at the checkout at
one store was wide-eyed.

"Holy shit! Can I come to this party?" he joked.

At the other store there was a middle aged man at the checkout.

"Don't ask," I told him as we were checking out.

We took the younger boys to pick out school supplies and then to a book
store to pick out books. They were a huge help in knowing what kids would
read. Colby was overwhelmed.  It was interesting the way all the rest saw
it simply as something that needed to be done. Colby was nearly overwhelmed
at the outpouring of generosity. When we were back home I took Jason aside.

"Do we really think that truck Colby's driving is going to make it back to
Virginia without breaking down?"

"Only on a Hail Mary," Jason said.

"I don't think the entire rosary will keep that thing running," I
said. "What do you say we give Holy Mary a little help?"

"A new truck?"

"Or a good used one," I said.

"Do you think he'll accept it?"

"He won't have any choice.  He's a priest who has to have the best interest
of his parishioners at heart," I said.

"Well, let's make another trip into town."

We took Colby with us, saying there was something we'd forgotten. He got
the picture when we pulled into a car dealership.

"You don't have to do this," he said quietly.

"Yeah, I was told we did," Jason said.

"Who told you?"

"An angel of God came to me in a dream; threatened me," Jason said.

"You wouldn't know an angel if you saw one," Colby scoffed.

"I knew this one; he swatted me with his wings," Jason said as he was
getting out of the car. A salesman came out to greet us.

"We need a truck," I said. "Late model, low mileage, low maintenance."

"Got a couple I can show you," he said and led us off.

He showed us three. One was a GMC Sonoma and two were Ford Rangers.  They
were both too small.

"We need something bigger."

"I've got one that's really late model; a Dodge Ram, just a year old. One
owner. Less than fifteen thousand miles. Oversized bed, dual cab. It's
loaded."

"Let's have a look," I said.

We looked it over inside and out.

"Looks like this is everything you'd need, and then some," Jason said. Then
to the salesman, "Why do you have it instead of the original owner?"

"Says he likes the new truck smell and he's got the money to indulge
himself," was the reply.

"It's too much," Colby said, shaking his head.  "I can't let you do this."

"We didn't ask your permission, Father, and we don't need your approval," I
said sternly. "Now, do you want to take it for a drive before I buy it?"

"If you're determined, there's really no need. It's got everything I need
and more," he replied.

"We'll take it," I told the salesman.

"Great. Let's go inside and do the paperwork."

The salesman was a little taken aback when I told him I didn't need
financing. So was Colby. When he asked who it would be titled to, Colby was
quick to point out that he had taken the vow of poverty so it would have to
be titled to the diocese.

"No," Jason said quickly and emphatically, looking at me.  "Put it in your
name, and loan it to him."

"What would your bishop say to that?" I asked.

"I don't know. Not much he could say, I guess."

I bought the truck and rode back in it with Colby behind the wheel.

"I don't know how I can ever thank you," he said in his humble manner.

"You'll put it to good use; that's thanks enough."

"You've all done so much. I wasn't expecting this."

"Really!" I said.  "You honestly thought this bunch wouldn't come through?"

"I know, I should've known better," he said.

Before they left the boys-turned-men agreed on a two week period in the
summer to travel to Father Colby's parish and do the repairs on the
rectory, the church and the homes that needed it. It started out with
Jordan, Nolan and Braden but Will volunteered too, and young Luke and Aaron
begged to go along.  Nolan's man, Levi, insisted on joining them, so did
Jesse.  Jason and I scheduled our vacations to go, too.  When my brother,
Brian heard about the project he kicked in a thousand bucks for expenses or
to buy materials.







































































                               Epilogue Chapter Fifteen



Father Colby said he wasn't there in a priestly capacity but he was unable
to shed the mantle of a priest.  It was unique having our own priest and
there were those who couldn't resist taking advantage of it. I heard Will
ask him if he would go for a walk with him and they walked far out to the
fence where an apple hung over on to our property.

Another time I saw him and Jake out by the barn talking; Jake squatted down
digging a stick along the ground and Father Colby leaning against the side
of the barn with one foot cocked against it.

Even Luke had him cornered out beside one of the pickups for a time, and
Jordan asked him to go upstairs where they could talk.





As Told by Father Colby:

**(Will)

I truly had not meant to be there in a priestly capacity but these were my
family and when I was asked about things religious or moral I could not
shut them out. The problem I had was striking a balance between strict
doctrine and the reality of who these people were. It was made easier
because no one asked me to hear their confession but I was still under
obligation to offer sound advice within the realm of that reality. I had
expected to be drawn into the theological but not of such a personal
nature.

Will was the first to approach me. He asked me if I would take a walk with
him and we walked out to the fence, under the overhanging limbs of an apple
tree. I was a little surprised because we had barely met, but perhaps that
made it easier to approach me; someone who did not know him intimately.

"I am being drawn into a quandary of my own making, Father," he began.

"Those are sometimes the easiest kind to get out of, if you can retrace the
path that took you there," I said.

"Not this one," he said.

"Alright, let's see if we can find a new path out."

"It's about Luke."

"Luke's a fine boy," I said.

"Yes, in so many ways," he said. "Braden told me all about his family,
about the underbelly of the lifestyle here. And everyone is aware of our
lifestyle?.Braden and me, and Luke and Aaron."

"Yes, I believe there is a general and mutual understanding all around," I
said.

"This is about me and my son."

"Yes?" I said after his pause.

"He's having a wonderful time, being accepted for who he is, with
no-holds-barred sex at his beckoning, or the beckoning of someone else.
He's had sex with Jake."

"That must have been very rewarding for both of them. I'm sure Jake treated
him well."

"Very well.  I don't know the details?.Jake promised to keep them
private?.but I know Luke is very smitten with him."

"That's understandable."

"Jake said something?.he told me to listen to the vibes.  I told him I've
never gotten vibes from Luke; he said I wasn't paying attention. If they're
out there and I pick up on them?.I don't know what to do. I don't know if I
should play dumb and ignore them, or recognize his vibes for what they are
and talk to him about it."

"You didn't speak the very obvious third option," I said.

"Hide from them? That'd be the same as ignoring them," he said.

"You are hiding from it by not speaking of it," I said.  "You know very
well what the third option is."

"Yes, I suppose I do?..acting on it," he said.

"Well, we know the three paths; you have only to decide which path you will
take?.realizing first and foremost that this is not going to go away."

"I've already realized that; thus my coming to you."

"So you know the last thing you should do is play dumb," I said. "He would
see right through that."

"Alright, there's one path not taken," he said.

"I'm not a parent but I've been around children enough to know that the
worst thing they have to deal with it rejection."

"That's my biggest concern with Luke," he said.  "I can talk to him but I
can't think to what end?..where it would take us."

"It would take you to the inevitable.  If the boy is sending out vibes it's
because he wants to have sex with you."

"And where does that leave us?" he asked.

"It leaves you on the only path still available to you?.whether to have sex
with him or not."

"I know where you must stand on that, Father, but I need to hear you say
it."

"Officially, I cannot condone a man having sex with his son. Having said
that??"  I removed my collar and laid it over a tree limb. "I was a man
before I was a priest, and before that I was a horny teenager. I am still a
man as well as a priest. Those urges and desires don't go away by reason of
ordination. None of us are forever cleansed of impure thoughts.  I see how
very much you love your son and he returns that love with adoration.  You
would never hurt him."

"Of course I wouldn't."

"You would be rejecting him, however," I said.  "Understand, I am not
advising you or offering wise council as a priest.  I am simply talking in
the wind, to no one in particular.  I imagine in my own mind, that anything
of a sexual nature that might occur between you and your son would not be
just sexual in nature.  It would be an act of love. You would not initiate
it. You would not groom him for it. By the same token, you would not reject
him. Let it play out in its own time and in its own way.  Or I should say
in his own time and in his own way. Don't reject him and don't be
judgmental. You simply stand ready to be a loving father."

He stood staring down at the apples on the ground.

"Wow!" he said finally, looking up.  "I wasn't expecting that."

"I wasn't exactly expecting your question," I said.





**(Jake)



Jake tagged me when I went out to get something out of my truck. He was out
beside the barn, squatted down, looking rather pensive and digging a stick
along the ground. He looked troubled. I walked over to him.

"You look troubled; what's up?" I asked as I leaned against the side of the
barn and cocked one foot back against it.

"Nothing I should trouble you with.  Besides, you don't have your collar
on."

"I have it.  Do I need to put it on?" I asked as I pulled it out of my
pocket.

"I'm sure you didn't come here to be bothered as a priest," he said.

"Then bother me as a friend."

"You would still be listening as a priest; you know you would."

"So either way you get the benefit of my sage advice," I joked.

"It's two things, actually. I don't know if you know or not, but I fucked
Luke up in the hayloft.  More than once; we spent the entire night up there
having sex."

"It's been rumored," I said.

"I thought Devon was insatiable?.man, Luke is a little wild animal. The
thing is, Father, he's only fourteen years old.  Almost fifteen, but still
fourteen."

"You didn't force him, did you?"

"No.  I don't say he came after me forcefully but we sort of met in the
middle."

"Didn't hurt him?" I asked

"No more than it had to. He wasn't a virgin by any means, but he'd never
been fucked by a real man before."

"Then it was entirely consensual. Not that I'm giving my blessing but young
boys are quite capable of giving consent; it's society that disputes
that. So, what is your dual dilemma?"

"Well the fact that he's so young, and I know he's going to want me to do
it again before we all leave.  By the way, I let him fuck me, too."

"That's more than fair," I said with a grin. "What, besides his youth,
which I don't think is going to curtail anything."

"This might sound weird but fucking Luke, him being so young, it felt like
I was cheating on Devon."

"I never got the impression you had monogamous relationship," I said.

"That'd be pretty impossible, us being stationed apart all the time."

"Would you feel any differently if Devon was fucking young boys? And do you
know that he isn't?"

"No on both counts.  It wouldn't matter to me if he is."

"Then why do you think it would matter to him if you do?"

"I don't know.  I just love him so much."

"Jake, I don't think anyone is qualified to offer advice on this. It rests
between you and Devon.  Talk to him."

"There is one other thing, Father.  I, uh?..well, when I had Luke up in the
hayloft all night we had a chance to talk a lot, in between fucking. He's
got the hots for his dad."

"And that's an issue between Luke and his father," I said.

"But I sort of encouraged him. More than that, I sort of mentioned it to
Will. I didn't tell him that Luke wanted to have sex with him, but I told
him to listen to the vibes his boy was sending out.  He didn't know."

"It's still an issue between the two of them. Granted, you encouraged it
but I strongly suspect it would've happened without you becoming
involved. So wash our hands of it and let what will be, be."

"You're a blessing, Father," he said.

I chuckled.



**(Luke)



Young Luke was coming back from the woods where he'd been swimming. He was
wet and shivering in a towel.

"It's too cold! I don't know how they stand it," he said, coming towards
me.

I met him half way and took the towel and began drying him off.  "Get dried
off and stay out in the sun, you'll get warmed up," I told him.  We were
near one of the pickups parked near the barn and I dropped the tailgate for
him to sit on in the warm November sun.

"We're not going to have many days like this so best take advantage of it."

"Do you ever go swimming now that you're a priest?"

"I haven't, but there's no rule against it," I said.  "But I did when I
lived here."

"What was it like, living here with Brad and Jason?" he asked.

"Good if you toed the mark, not so good if you stepped out of line. So it
really boiled down to a matter of choice.  Braden and I learned early on
that it was easier to toe the mark. Nolan, on the other hand, had a problem
figuring that out," I added, laughing.

"Can I ask you a question?  It's as a priest."

"Of course."

"Do people really come to you and tell you all the bad things they did?"

"Yes, it's called confession. It's a privilege, granted by God to wipe away
your sins."

"Do they tell you everything?"

"Well, they're supposed to.  It's not a good confession if they purposely
hold something back."

"I mean do boys, for example, tell you stuff like jacking off?"

"That's pretty much a staple of confession for boys your age," I said. "In
fact, it's the most common thing I hear about."

"What do you say when they tell you?"

"Well, I tell them to try to refrain from doing it and find some other
activity in its place."

"Can I ask you something else?  It's as a priest, too, but it's more
personal."

"You can ask me anything you want, Luke."

He looked all around and lowered his voice to a whisper.  "Do you ever get
hard when you listen to them telling you all that stuff?"

I couldn't help a little chuckle.  "You have to promise me this
conversation is between us," I said.

"I promise."

"Yes, I do sometimes get a hardon, especially when they get so graphic and
especially if it involves another boy."

"Then do you ever hear from the other boy?" he asked.

"Usually."

"I don't know if I could do that."

"Sure you could.  You're talking to me right now," I said. "The only
difference is, I don't have my collar on and we're not in the confessional
with a screen between us."

"There's a screen between you and the boys?"

"Yes, I don't know who is on the other side of the screen; or I'm not
supposed to."

"But you do sometimes?"

"Yes, after a while I can put voices to faces."

"So if one boy comes in and confesses that he had sex with another boy then
another boy comes in and confesses the same thing, you would know who's
doing who?"

"Sometimes I'm able to put two and two together," I said.

"That would be embarrassing if they knew you could do that."

"No, I've called a boy by name more than once in the confessional and
they're usually relieved that somebody knows and that somebody happens to
be somebody they can talk to.  Then they often come around and sit facing
me.  There was one boy who panicked and ran out of the confessional when I
called him by name, but that only happened once."

"I guess I can understand being relieved 'cause I'm talking to you and you
pretty much know all that's going on here. I'm sure you know about me and
Aaron."  He laughed and went on, "It'd take a year for Aaron and me to
confess everything we've done."  He looked around again, then back to me.
"Did you know I spent the night up in the hayloft with Jake? He fucked me.
What would you say if I told you that behind the screen?"

"Did he force you?"

"No! I wanted it, probably more than he did. He can fuck anybody he wants,
but I'd never been fucked by a real man."

"Well if he didn't force you, or hurt you?.."

"It didn't hurt any more than it had to 'cause he's so big, then it felt
wonderful. We had sex the whole night. Listen, I gotta ask you something
else while I've got the chance," he went on quickly.

"Go ahead."

"Well, I?.I've been having feelings about my dad.  You've seen him; he's a
total stud.  I wanta be just like him."

"Any boy would," I said.

"Well, maybe not a white boy; he wouldn't wanta be turned black," he said,
laughing. "So I wanta know how wrong it'd be if me and my dad had sex
together. Not that he would?..but if we did."

"How wrong do you think it would be?" I asked.

"I don't think there would be anything wrong with it because he's my dad
and we love each other."

"Well, no one would be getting hurt, then," I said.

"Except for his big cock being shoved in my ass, and that wouldn't hurt but
for a minute, and I wouldn't care if it did."

"When did you start having these feelings?" I asked.

"Probably a long time ago but they were more like admiration, till now.  I
see what all goes on with everybody and I think he's fucked one or two of
the younger boys and that makes me wonder if he'd wanta fuck me if I told
him I wanted him to."

I had to pause a moment for thought. I gathered my thoughts and then told
him, "I'm not going to attach any wrong to it, not personally and not as a
priest.  Society has already done that. The wrong in it would have to be
between you and your dad. I see how close you are to him, I think you
should come right out and make these feelings known to him and the two of
you deal with it. You know he would do the right by you."

"What if he tells me no?"

"If he does, you know it will be for good reason?.perhaps he'll think
you're too young, or too small.  Or just not the right thing to do. Or
maybe he'll just want to wait. It's very important that you don't take it
as rejection."

He thought for a long moment then hit me with a blockbuster.  "Would you
fuck me, Father, if I asked you to?"

I didn't hesitate in my reply.  "No.  But not because I don't find you very
desirable. Nobody could find you undesireable.  But because you've
expressed these feelings for your dad and I don't think you should have sex
with any other man until you've talked to him about how you feel."



**(Jordan)

Jordan's approach was typically Jordan. Several of us adults were sitting
in the living room talking.  The television was on but muted; it might as
well have been turned off except that it sometimes served as a focal point.
Out of the blue he clasped my thigh and said, "Father, we gotta talk."  I
stood and followed him upstairs. We went into one of the rooms where he sat
on the lower bunk, one of the same bunks that we had slept in when were you
teenagers. I stood leaning back on my hands against the wall.

"Sit," he said, patting the bunk beside him.

I sat down.  "What's up? Nothing serious I hope."

"Just some stuff?..I need to clear my head."

"Should I have my collar on?" I joked.

"No, you wouldn't say anything different with or without your collar.  Not
to me anyway."  He was leaned forward, forearms on his knees and he clasped
his big hands together.  I noticed how muscular they were.

"Hardly anyone has any secrets around here but I didn't tell my whole
story."  He glanced around at me.

"You don't owe it to me," I said.

"It's not that.  You know I've had sex with about everybody here, including
the boys, and also those boys at my school?.Oakley and Chris, and young
Campbell.  The thing is, I've had sex with them as their coach. Well, it's
not just them.  Others have been drawn into it."

"How many others?"

"Lots.  Too many," he replied.

"How many is too many?" I asked.

"At least a dozen more.  I didn't draw them in, the other boys did, but I
allowed it.  Welcomed it.  We discovered that old shower room when they
were helping me clean and rearrange my office?.well, that's been turned
into an orgy room.  Right there in school, right under everyone's
noses. Boys are getting passes out of home room or study hall saying they
want to go down and work out then they go back in the old shower room and
have sex."  He hung his head for a moment then went on, "Sometimes I join
them.  During school hours.  They're all jocks so there's a tight bond
there, they trust each other, and they want me included.  I did, without
hesitation, at first, when there was just me and Oakley and Chris and
Campbell, then even when they brought in a couple more boys. But then I
started butting out. So they went on without me and before I knew it,
things were getting out of hand. One day, just before coming here, I was in
my office and here comes six guys through the door.  They just smiled and
said Hi and went back and let themselves into the old shower room. They
asked me if I wanted to lock up and join them but I told them I had work to
get caught up on before Thanksgiving break.  They laughed and one of them
said they might need my help. That's when I realized that there were
already boys back in the shower room; they had come down before I came to
my office. I got a look inside and there were at least a dozen boys back
there, all naked and the first ones were already having sex."

"I closed the door and locked my office door and went back to my desk.  I
told myself, they're horny and full of testosterone; let 'em have their
fun.  But I couldn't concentrate; there was all that hot, jock muscle back
there?.I finally weakened.  I double checked my door and even turned out
the lights so anyone who happened to come down to the locker room would
think I was gone for the day. Then I stripped down to my briefs. I was
still apprehensive but the door to the old shower room was like a magnet
drawing me in. I opened the door and slipped in and closed it behind me.
There was barely any light in the room and I could only make out shadows at
first.  But as my eyes got used to the dim light I could make out the forms
of naked athletes very clearly. There was sex going on all around me, from
kissing and making out to brutal, groaning ass fucking.

I knew I shouldn't be there; more, I should put a stop to it and make them
all leave. It was in the middle of the school day; classes were going on!
But the sounds and smells were like a drug to me; especially the aroma of
chlorine and male sweat. These were the smells I loved, greatly
compounded. I sucked them in and moved in among them like a wild beast
selecting its prey.  As I did so I heard whispers; 'Look man, it's Coach!'
And 'Fuck, is he gonna join us?' It was the first I realized that most of
these boys thought I was just being a good guy, letting them sneak down to
the locker room and let off steam. They had no idea about me, and I had
just outed myself to all but a select few who were aware.  If I'd come into
the shower room still dressed in PE gear?..but there I was in a pair of
very small briefs and my cock was bulging out of them?..literally, the head
was pushed up out of the waistband."

"I didn't say anything. I moved over to a tall, muscular boy, Kenny Bryant,
leaning against the wall stroking his sizeable cock and watching the
others. He was surprised to see me; he said so. I told him I probably
shouldn't be in there but I wanted to see what goes on behind the door
behind the cabinet. He said damn near everything imaginable. I could see
that. A burly football player had young Campbell up against the wall,
fucking his ass.  Campbell was groaning and clawing at the wall but it
wasn't like he was trying to get away. Oakley stood astraddle another boy
laid out on an old bench on his stomach, and he was fucking his brains out.
Chris was the meat in a three-way sandwich on the floor. My cock was
throbbing so hard it ached. I told Kenny I hoped I wasn't interrupting
anything, as I reached down to replace his hand with mine around his cock.
He gave me a surprised look and relinquished his cock.  I stroked him as
tremors of excitement ran through me.  His cock felt good in my hand, so
warm and thick.  After a moment he reached his hand down inside my shorts
for my cock.  He breathed, Geezuss, Coach, and freed my cock as he pulled
my shorts down with his other hand.  We worked them down and I kicked them
up, grabbed them and put them around my neck.  Then we pressed out bodies
together and started kissing. I couldn't tell you who initiated the kiss."

"I didn't know why he was standing aside from the rest but he wasn't alone
now and he didn't seem to mind.  I kissed him hard, grasping his tight,
round butt in my hands.  He clenched them for me as he pressed himself
harder against me.  He was murmuring stuff like 'Fuck, Coach' as he started
kissing my chest and sucking my nipples I gave him a couple of minutes to
see how far he would go. He kissed down my stomach but then dragged his
tongue back up to my neck. When he didn't make a return trip I figured he
was new to the game and wasn't comfortable going all the way gay.  I
mimicked his attention but as I kissed down his abs I didn't stop. I met
his cock sticking almost straight up against his stomach and I went farther
down on that.  He groaned and pushed my head down and I swallowed him
whole. I gave him barely a dozen strokes when he started cumming.  I felt
him try to move my head away but I held on to let him cum in my mouth.  I
took his load and rose up and kissed him again. I thought, if he was a
newbie, I would initiate him.  I forced my tongue in his mouth and made him
take his own cum. We kissed it back and forth till together we'd swallowed
it.  He broke away, saying it was his first time with this stuff."

"I felt hands on my body; on my butt and reaching around for my chest and
stomach and somebody said, 'Fuck, Coach this is a great surprise' and
suddenly two more boys were all over me. A third one moved in and started
making out with Kenny.  Within minutes I'd sampled both of the new boys'
cocks and had one of them turn around to offer me his butt.  I took it. He
was opened up and slick. The other boy squatted down and rimmed my ass but
a minute later he was shoving his cock in me. I pushed back to welcome
him."

"It went on for over an hour, Father. I don't even remember how many boys I
had sex with.  The point is, I had sex with them. They weren't all over
eighteen.  I had sex with underage boys. That was nothing new to me, but it
was new to these boys?.that their coach liked having sex with young
boys. It frightened me, that I was doing it, and that they now knew."

"Was that the only time?" I asked.

"Godd, no! I swore it would be but hell, I lost count of all the time I
swore that same oath.  I kept going back.  Sometimes it would be just one
or two boys who'd gotten out of class to work out, sometimes it was more. I
knew I had to put a stop to it, or move it away from the school, and I
did."

"Where did you move it?" I asked.

"To our apartment.  Actually, I got a bigger apartment that would
accommodate them all."

"So you closed down the old shower room."

"No.  I know I should've but I still use it now and then, like when a boy
comes down saying he's got a problem he wants to talk about but I know he's
there to have sex, we go back there."

"So where are we?" I asked. "You essentially closed down the shower room
but you still use it. You moved the orgies to your apartment. That's still
a lot of traffic involving underage boys. I don't know where you're trying
to go with this."

"I've thought about resigning and going to another school, but it would
probably start all over again.  And, these boys are like an addiction to
me."

"You know what I have to advise, Jordan, so it falls back to you to deal
with it."

"I know; you've been a good sounding board," he said.

"You said you were going to move Oakley in with you. Are still going to?"

"Officially, no, but it's not necessary.  He's there much of the time,
staying over a lot of nights.  So are a lot of the other boys.  We never
know who or how many boys we'll find in our beds come morning."

"Don't you worry that their parents might get suspicious, their sons
spending so much time at their coach's apartment, and so many sleepovers?"

"Yes, but I don't have it in me to turn them away."

"How many nights do you have one of them in your bed?" I asked.

"Most nights, and most of those nights there's more than one. A lot of
nights there may be three or four," he replied.

"I don't know how many are required to constitute an orgy but you have
simply moved the problem from one location to another. It remains unsolved.
And I don't think it's going to be resolved here and now, or anytime soon
for that matter.  Or ever, unless you can turn off your desire for boys.
So here is my best advice. Accept that you are who you are and that's not
going to change.  So you have to change your situation.  First you put that
big, heavy shelf back over the door to the old shower room and nail it to
the wall. If you must have sex with boys at school, have only one in your
office at a time, no more than two, and be sure your office door is locked
and the door to the locker room if that's possible.

Next, curtail the activity at your apartment. You could have an orgy size
gathering once in a while, to celebrate something, perhaps, but not every
week. If you are still set on having this Oakley stud move in, and maybe
another boy, but no more.  You can still have boys come visit from time to
time, one or two at a time. You'll still have all the young boy sex you can
handle but you might have to set up a schedule to work them all in on a
regular basis."

"It's good advice."

"But will you follow it?" I asked.

"I will.  That's a promise?.to a priest."

"Fine, let me know when you have," I told him.













                               Epilogue Chapter Sixteen



Jason had gone on a midnight ride with some of the boys.  I didn't know how
I ended up with Luke, Will, Jake and Devon, but I did and it turned out to
be pretty damned awesome. We were sitting out on the porch, Jake and Devon
parked on the railings, Will in one of the chairs and Luke in the swing
with me. It was our last evening together before the remainder of the boys
would be leaving the next day.  It was chilly so we'd put on enough clothes
against the night chill, unlike Jason and the others who had braved the
chill, riding bareback and bare ass. Instead of beer, on this, our farewell
night, I brought out the bourbon and Canadian Club, both good sipping
drinks and nobody asked for ice. Will had even consented for Luke to have
his own drink. He didn't like it?.he made faces every time he took a
sip?.but he was determined to drink with the rest of us.

There was a good buzz all around and Luke was getting funny. When he turned
more to ridiculous Will told him it was time for him to go up to bed. He
didn't' like that but he wasn't one to disrespect his father. He asked for
one more drink "to help him sleep" and Will agreed. He gulped it down like
a man and went inside.  Suddenly he appeared back at the screen door.

"Why do I get sent to bed while you all stay up to have all the fun?"

I think we were all taken aback by his brashness. Will looked a little
perturbed but he kept this cool.

"Don't push it, Lukas," he warned.

"Just tell me how old I have to be before I stop being treated like a
little kid. Everybody knows what's going on but we all dance around it like
it's a big secret."

Will started to get up but Devon put a hand on his arm.  "He's got a
point," he said quietly.

"Yeah, why not include him," Jake put in.

"Go to bed, Luke, we'll be up after while," Will said.

"Take the bed in my room," I added. When Luke had disappeared from the door
I looked at Will.  "I hope that was alright. He'll be asleep before his
head hits the pillow and you can carry him into one of the bunk beds if you
want to."

Jake was pouring another round of drinks.  "Let's face it, Luke is not your
run-of-the-mill teenager," he said to no one in particular.

"That's for damn sure," Devon agreed. "He's hung like a stallion."

"And he's right, I have to let him grow up," Will said. "But that is
exactly my problem; he's mature way beyond his years and he's going to be
treated as if he was much older, and I have to prepare him for that."

"If I might offer a word?.he doesn't need much preparation.  You've raised
him well. He's like a young stallion stamping to break out of the starting
gate. All you need do is open the gate."

"Bringing it down to everyday reality, I have a fear even of him going to
the mall?.of him going into a public restroom by himself," Will said.

"If you're worried about him being picked up by a dirty old man, don't," I
said.  "He's used to better; he's not going to settle for that. He worships
you, Will; he's not going to disappoint you."

Someone wondered aloud when Jason and the others might be back.

"I don't think anytime soon; they've built a fire way back in the woods,"
Devon said.

When we'd finished the last round of drinks we went up to bed. Luke was
sound asleep, sprawled across the bed on his stomach.  The sheet was down
around his calves, exposing his smooth, muscular body.  We all took a
moment just to look at him.

"Do you want me to carry him in to one of the bunk beds?" Jake asked.

Will's eyes lingered for a moment longer then he said, "No, leave him."  He
saw the surprise on our faces.  "He's old enough."

We started taking off our clothes. Will waited till we were all naked
before he woke Luke up. He put one knee in the mattress and ran his hand
down the boy's back and over his bare butt.

"Wake up, Luke, you gotta make room for four more."

He came awake sleepily, slowly pushing himself up, and look all around. "I
don't have to go in to one of the bunk beds?" he asked.

"No, stay put," Will said.  "But sleeping like that can be dangerous to
your health," he added, smacking his butt.

The four of us got in bed with him, Jake and Devon on either side of him
and I lay beside Jake.

"Wanta trade places with me?" Will asked Jake.

"Sure," he said and relinquished his place to Will, and I found myself
between Will and Jake.

Will moved against his son and rested a knee over his thigh and put his arm
across his chest.  "How's this for not treating you like a kid?" he asked.

"Awesome, Dad.  I can't believe I'm actually in bed with five studs," Luke
said.

"You know being not treated like a kid bears certain responsibilities,"
Will said.  "You have to give as good as you get, and take it like a man."

"I will," he said rather timidly.  "I promise, I'll take whatever they
wanta do to me."

"They?  I'm in this too," Will said.

"Yes, you two.  Especially you, Dad.  I've wanted it to be like this for so
long."

"I wasn't rejecting you, Son; I just had to get my head wrapped around the
fact that you're not a kid anymore," will said as he ran his hand down
Luke's tight stomach and took hold of his cock.  "It shouldn't have taken
me so long?.I should've known from this."

"Oh, Dad! You hand feels so good," Luke whispered.

"I want this to be a night you'll never forget, this passage into manhood."

We could hear what they were saying but for those first moments it was like
they were the only two in the room. My cock was hard against Will's butt
and Jake's was hard against mine. I laid my arm over Will, my hand over his
chest. I saw Devon lay his arm and hand across Luke's upper body. It didn't
go any farther than an embrace for a couple of minutes, I thought because
we were all waiting to see what would transpire between Will and Luke.
When Will kissed him it was like an electrical charge rippled through all
of us. I actually felt Jake's cock throb and he pressed it harder against
me. I was ready if he wanted to fuck me.  The passion built in the kiss and
Will leaned up over his son, his left hand probing between his legs.

"Yes, Dad?.fuck me!" Luke whispered.

The words were barely out of his mouth when Will rose up over him bodily,
positioning himself between his legs. Luke lifted his legs and Will brought
them up to his shoulders, I thought to fuck him, and Luke thought so too.
Instead, Will cradled Luke's butt in his hands and leaned down and buried
his face in his ass.

"Oh Dad!  Ohhh?.Awwww, Dad, what're you doing!" he cried out.

He ate the boy's ass hungrily.  Luke tugged at the pillow and I pulled it
out so he could put it over his face to stifle his outcries. We could still
hear his muffled groans and tiny screams. Will gave him a good rimming
before he rose up and let his legs onto his shoulders again.

"Fuck me, Dad," Luke whined again.

Will set his cock and pushed forward. Luke winced when he was penetrated
but didn't cry out.  Will pushed through and inched deeper, a little bit at
a time, and each time withdrawing a little, using short fucking
motions. Luke moaned his pleasure an almost cooing sound and I figured it
was because of his dad's cock massaging his prostate.

Devon was down where he could see their juncture and watch the penetration
up close.  Suddenly Luke's eyes and mouth flew open and he choked down a
gasp.  Will asked him if he was alright but kept going in.

"Oh, Dad!....Oh my Godd?..ohhhhh?.ohhh fuck?.you'r e in so deep! Your cock
just burst through into the most wonderful place.  I never felt this
before.  Oh, Godd, it's so good?.I can't even describe it, it's so good!"

Will just smiled and shoved deeper still. I was surprised that he entered
him so easily?.all twelve inches of his cock. Luke whimpered and wrapped
his arms around his arms around his dad's broad shoulders.

"Are you okay?" Will asked him again.

He could only nod and murmur, "Uh-huh."

"Are you ready, then?" Will asked.

"Yessss!  Fuck me!"

Will eased back, pulling about half his cock out then he shoved back
in. Luke groaned with pleasure.  Will repeated it, then again, till he had
set a steady pace of fucking the boy.

"Ohhhh," he moaned again.  "Ohh, Dad?..Godd, I can't believe anything can
feel so good. You're so big?.I love your cock?.it reaches places I didn't
know I had."

Will kicked things up a notch by hunkering down and taking Luke's cock in
his mouth.  They were both big enough that he could to it easily.  Luke let
out another yowl that I quickly muffled with the pillow. Will fucked him
and sucked him at the same time for several minutes before he relinquished
his cock to Devon who was hovered closely.

"You want some of this?" Will asked, tilting Luke's cock towards him.

"Fuck, yeah," Devon said, and went down on him. He sucked him for several
minutes then rose up and offered the towering cock back to Will.  "You
should have it," he said.  "This is so special between the two of you."

Will didn't argue; he went back down on his son and continued fucking
him. It was a short fuck that sent young Luke in to a frenzy. We didn't
realize it at the time that he was shooting his load.  Had we taken sharper
notice we might have seen Will swallowing.  As Luke calmed, Will rose up,
still swallowing, leaving Luke's big cock still throbbing and sending out
short spurts of cum which Devon quickly devoured.

"Wow! That was some load!"  Will said.

"I didn't mean to do that; I didn't wanta cum yet, but it was so good I
couldn't control it," Luke whined.

"Doesn't look like it matters a whole lot, your cock is still hard," Will
said.

"So is yours.  You can keep fucking me till you cum," Luke said.

"This is about you.  I don't have to cum," Will said. "Let's give it a rest
while you work up another load." He slowly withdrew and his cock bolted
upright, glistening in the soft light. "We didn't mean to hog the
limelight," he said as he lay down beside Luke.

"It was an incredible thing to watch," Jake said.  "And it got me boned up
all the more."

"Tell me about it," I said, pressing back against his hard cock.

"The right thing to do would be for you to let me fuck you," he said.

"I have another idea if you two can handle it?..I would like for you and
Devon to double fuck me."

Devon rose up with excitement.  "You're talking both of us at the?.taking
both of our cocks at the same time?"

"I don't know if that's Webster's definition but you get the picture," I
said.

"IF we can handle it?" Devon scoffed.  "You're talking to two Marines; we
can handle anything." He came around to my side of the bed and Will and
Luke scooted over so we all could.

"Oh, man, I gotta see this," Luke said as he sat up.

"You ride me and let Devon mount you from behind," Jake said as he lay over
on his back, holding his cock straight up.

I climbed on top of Jake and settled my asshole onto the head of his
cock. He nudged upward to lock in the position.

"This is gonna feel like a beer can," I said as I push back and down. He
equaled my pressure and the broad, blunt head of his cock burst through and
slid several inches through my sphincter. I tossed my head back, sucking in
a gasp. "Fuck!" I growled.

"You still want both of us?" Devon asked. He was already positioned behind
me.

I nodded and he set about joining his buddy inside my ass.  It took some
doing and it was an incredibly tight fit but like he'd said, they were
Marines. They high fived each other.

"Beachhead established," Devon bragged.

They stretched me something terrible but the thrill of having both of the
thick, hot cocks throbbing inside me was worth it. They kinda liked it too.

"Fuck, your cock feels hot," Devon said.

"It's the friction that's causing the heat," Jake said.

They started fucking me.

"Ohhh?.Ohh,Godd!" I groaned.

"That feeling okay?" Jake asked.

"Oh my Godd, I can't begin to describe it. Two big stud Marines inside me
at the same time?.just fuckk me?.fuck me," I groaned.

I was a little surprised to realize that part of the thrill was the feeling
of being used by these two incredibly masculine Marines. I loved being
sandwiched between their bulging muscles. I wished Jason could be there to
see it.

"Tell us if it gets to be too much," Devon said.

"Never too much," I moaned.  "This is unbelievable?.I never imagined
anything could feel so good.  Ohhh?.UUhhnnn?.Fuuucckk, yess, drive 'em in
there. Fuck me you two magnificent stallions."

"I think he likes it," Jake said.

"And you don't?" Devon chided him.

"Just doing my duty," Jake said and they high fived again.

My ass was so stretched that there wasn't the slightest bit of discomfort;
every thrust was pure joy. Every now and then their cocks would shift and
instead of Devon's cock sliding back and forth on top of Jakes, they would
be fucking me with their cocks side by side. Beyond doing their duty, they
were liking it as much as I was. I could tell by their moans and outcries.

"Like that," Devon would say.  "Push in when I'm sliding back, that rubs
our cockheads together."

Yeah, they were fucking me for their own pleasure as much as mine.  At one
point the scale tipped and Devon lost his concentration, his purpose of
mission, as Jake chided him later.

I knew, when Jake blurted out, "What the fuck, dude, you're shooting your
load!  Awww, fuck!...Damn, that's hot!  Shit, man you're spewing molten
lead!"

They continued fucking me through Devon's cum then slowly ground to a halt.

"FUCK!  I can't believe I aborted the mission!" Devon growled.

"Time for an extraction," Jake said.

I didn't think he was putting Devon down, it was just the way they talked.

Jake was still fucking me with a slow, steady rhythm as Devon pulled his
cock out and I was riding down on his cock to meet his gentle thrusts. It
felt good but my ass was stretched and I was feeling a tingling for more.
Jake must have sensed it, the way I was riding down so hard on his cock.

"Do one of you wanta take Devon's place?" he asked.

I glanced around to see Will look at Luke, and he did a double take.

"Seriously? You want me to fuck you, with Jake?" Luke asked.

"Remember, you have to give as good as you get," Will reminded him.

Luke scrambled up behind me and I felt the heat of his cock against my
asshole.  He made several attempts to push in on top of Jake's cock then I
saw Will take hold of his cock and guide him. He pushed through and slid
along the rail of Jake's cock and past it. A tremor went through me as he
buried deeper.

"My Godd!" I whispered in Jake's ear.

He laughed and whispered back, "Yeah, I can feel him sliding over the head
of my cock."

"Ohhh, Godd, I never dreamed this was even possible," Luke said. When he
was in as far he could go he held still except for his huge cock throbbing
deep inside me. He let his weight down on me and I was pressed tightly
against Jake's massive muscles.  If he'd left it there I think the
sensation of the two throbbing cocks and feeling Jake's muscles bulging and
rippling against me could've sent me over the top.  But he began fucking
me, a long way out and a long way back in.  Jake waited for a few strokes
then he started fucking me. The two cocks pistoning back and forth in my
ass sent tremors through me like tiny electrical shocks.

"If I pass out, Jake, bring me back," I said.

It was an awesome fuck; perhaps the most awesome I'd ever experienced, and
I'd been fucked a lot in my lifetime. The pleasure became more intense and
I was floating in and out of a fog of ecstasy.  Then???

This is ludicrous, I thought, as the idea penetrated the fog of my
brain. It was a fog of raw lust along with the effects of the Canadian
Club. It's probably impossible. But I pictured the scene?.Jake fucking me
from the bottom while young Luke crouched on top of me. Despite the double
penetration, my ass was still exposed. They would rip me apart.  My asshole
would never close up. But I couldn't push the thoughts back. I looked
around at Will who was kneeling beside us, stroking his cock.

"Will?.?" I said.

Our eyes met and he knew.  "Are you serious?  No, it'd be too much."

"We don't know that," I said.

"You really want three cocks in your ass?"

"If you can force your way in," I said.

Jake caught on.  "Oh, man, this is gonna be hot as fuck," he said.

Will rose up and positioned himself behind us. I felt his warmth, and the
heat of his cock as he tried to add it to the mix and slipped a couple of
times.  I still couldn't determine the feel of his cock but I felt my ass
being stretched to the absolute limits of reality as the bulbous head
plowed its way between Jake and Lucas.

"Awww, Dad, you're making it so tight," Lucas exclaimed.

"Tight as fuckin' drum," Jake said.

Will pushed through the chute created by the other two cocks, going deeper,
inch by inch, and I felt my insides bloating with the fuck meat inside
me. I almost backed out but my mindset, lust and military combined,
prevented me. As Will's cock snaked deeper I was more determined that the
mission would be completed.  When I felt his hard loins press against my
butt I groaned with satisfaction. They held tight and still for a moment
then Will eased back and started fucking me. Then Luke's huge cock joined
his fathers.  Then Jake began moving.  It was the most mind boggling thing
ever to happen to me.  I was in a state of stunned ecstasy, being fucked by
three guys at the same time.  I kept telling myself, I've got three cocks
inside me!

They fucked me with their cocks stacked then Will's cock slipped from
between Jake's and Luke's, to the side and it felt like my asshole was
suddenly stretched even further.  They continued fucking me, their cocks
riding hard across every nerve in my ass.  The pleasure was so intense, and
growing with each stroke, that I didn't know if I would be able to stand
it.  It felt like my head was going to explode and I wanted to scream from
the pleasure of it.

"Guys?.I don't know if I can do this."  I had not intended to say it but it
was my voice.

"Too much?" Will asked, but he made no move to pull his cock out of me.

"Too good," I replied.  "You're gonna fuck me out of my mind."

"I'll bring you back," Jake said.

"It's getting awful good for me, too. I don't know if I can hold off much
longer," Luke said as he plowed my ass.

"You don't have to, Little Man. Fire at will," Jake told him.

"I'm gonna fire all over Will," Luke joked.

"All this talk about cumming is turning me on," Will said.

"Then let's make it happen," Jake said.

They were talking as I wasn't there between them.  It gave me a feeling of
being used and I liked it; liked providing the orifice to pleasure their
three cocks. They were edging me without knowing it. I felt like I wanted
to cum but couldn't.  As they were fucking me to get off I willed it myself
but nothing happened except more intense buildup.  I'm going to explode, I
thought. My head's going to burst and my ass is going to explode.

Devon was lying beside us, his head propped up with one arm, watching the
scene unfold. I was lying on top of Jake with my head on his chest, turned
to the side.  I saw Will reach down and take hold of his cock.

"Feels like you're up to another mission," he said.

"Luke's doing fine as my replacement," Devon said.

"I'm talking about a different mission, if you can climb on the back and
give us a little boost."

"Fuck, yeah," Devon said as he got up and got on his haunches behind Will.
I heard Will groan with satisfaction and felt the power of Devon's muscular
weight pushing against us all.

I fought to endure as the three cocks did their magic in my ass, like three
baseball bats being juggled inside me. I gritted my teeth to hold off, at
least till they were all satisfied. But Devon joining the fray made it even
more difficult. Then??

"I'm gonna cum!" I cried softly.  "Godd, I'm gonna cum!!  Ohhh, fuck, hold
onto me, Jake?.I'm cumming?..hold onto me!" It felt like my insides were
going to explode, or implode, and the cum shot out of my cock like a dam
being blow up. I choked down my outcries. I was screaming but no sound came
out. I clung to Jake, my fingers digging into his muscular shoulders. He
kept whispering for me to hold on. I trembled and choked.  Jake pulled my
head over and kissed me and his tongue lashing against mine made my cock
jolt harder. It was so powerful, it hurt.  It felt like my balls were being
sucked up through my cock.

In the middle of my climax I felt another dam burst, then another explosion
deep in my ass.  Someone let out an animal-like groan and then one of them
was cumming. I felt my insides being bathed in warm honey, then being
flooded. There was another powerful surge of cum that shot through the
thick flood of semen. It gave me such a jolt that I started cumming again!
Oh my God! I've never done this before!

I faded away and Jake brought me back like he promised, smothering me with
kisses and talking me back.

"Holy shit! What happened!" I gasped.  Will and Luke were pulling out and I
could feel Jake's cock slowly slipping out of my ass.

"Yeah, we're all asking that," Jake said, laughing. When his cock slipped
free it felt like cum was gushing out of my ass. I'd gushed all over him
and me as well, and the smell of cum permeated the room.

"What an incredible fuck!" I exclaimed as I pushed myself up from Jake's
body.

"Yeah, I never fucked anybody who came twice," he said.

I was so weak I could barely move and I stayed stretched out on top of
Jake's muscular body to recover.

"Wow, you're so wide open I could get my fist in there," Luke said. "I bet
I could get my arm inside you."

"No doubt; your arm wouldn't be as big as three cocks.  And I'm too weak to
stop you," I said, my head resting on Jake's thick chest.

"Question is, do you want to," Jake chided me.

"Stop him, or take his arm?"

It didn't matter, and truth was, despite my state of exhaustion, the
thought of it sort of excited me.  Anyway, Luke didn't want for my answer.
I moaned when I felt his fingers probing my asshole; I didn't know how
many.  I was well lubed with cum and the next moment I could tell he was
using all four fingers and his thumb. When I didn't protest he slowly and
easily shoved his hand through my hole. My sphincter instinctively tried to
clamp around his hand but it was too stretched and weak. IU wondered how
long it would take for my ass to close up. Once inside, he made a fist. I
moaned and he began unclenching and clenching his fist. I moaned some more.

"Does that feel good?" he asked.

"Godd, yesss!"

He shoved his hand deeper and I heard Will tell him to go slow and easy. I
felt my asshole stretch for his wrist bone then it closed around his wrist.

"Tell me if you want me to stop," he said.

Despite the numbness, it felt good, causing me to utter a whimpering moan.
"Nobody's ever done this, Luke," I told him.

"This is so awesome; can you take more?" he asked.

"Yes." He stretched my asshole more and more with his forearm and the way
he moved his fingers and flexed the muscles in his arm made me whimper with
pleasure.  "Oh, Godd, Luke that feels so good!"

He began fucking me, back and forth only a few inches and that cause me to
howl with pleasure. I was aware that he was pushing in deeper with each
stroke and I soon felt his elbow.  Godd, he's got his entire arm inside me!

"Do you want me to go in past my elbow?" he asked.

"No," Will said sternly. "What you're doing feels good, fuck him with your
forearm, and be careful with your fingers so deep inside him."

Luke brought alive nerves in my sphincter that I didn't know I had. His
dancing muscles massaged the thick muscle, in and out, while his fingers
danced magically through my guts. I couldn't believe I was building up to
yet another climax. I didn't ask for it but I wouldn't have cared if he'd
shoved his arm into me up to his shoulder. I could hardly wait to tell
Jason. I didn't try to hold off; it would've been useless.  I was at the
boy's mercy.  I had to tell myself that this was a fourteen year old boy
fist fucking me?.arm fucking me?.while his father watched and instructed
him.

He brought me to the brink and I clung to Jake's massive shoulders as my
aching cock belched out another load of cum. There wasn't much but the
intensity was the same.  I was barely aware of Luke pulling his arm and
hand free, except that I felt the warm air wafting into my ass form the
gaping opening.

Jake held me till I was able to push myself up. As I rolled over beside
Jake I saw Will lying on the wide with Luke cradled in his arm.

"That's about the most beautiful sight I've ever seen" I said. And it was;
a black father and son, both unusually handsome and well built, with their
oversized cocks laying across the thighs, glistening wet in the soft light.

"Starting to feel grown up?" Will asked him playfully.

"You've made me the happiest boy in the world," Luke said. "You all have."

"You guys have made me pretty damned happy, too.  Especially you, Jake," I
said.

"I only wish I could tell my friends back home about this," he said.

"You can't," Will said sternly.

"Can I tell the others?" Luke asked excitedly.

Will looked at me.

"We don't have much in the way of secrets," I said.





























































                              Epilogue Chapter Seventeen



It was Saturday and everyone was packing to leave.  Nolan, Levi and Jesse
would leave in the afternoon to drive home while Kyle and Little George
were flying out a little later. Father Colby had to leave as well, to get
back in time for Mass on Sunday. Jordan and Adam were undecided. Braden and
Will had to get back and they were resisting Will and Aaron pleading to let
them stay back and fly home on Tuesday. We didn't mind one bit but it
didn't sound like the boys were making any headway. Devon and Jake were not
planning to leave till late Sunday night.

Everyone was checking the rooms to be sure nothing was left behind. Jason
and I were fixing leftovers to send along with those who were driving, when
the phone rang. I was the closest so I answered it with a short hello.

"Would this happen to be the residence of Brad Courter?"

"Yes."

"Do you remember a guy from sniper school named Levi Brant?"

"Hell, yes! Is this you, Levi?" I blurted excitedly.

"One and the same," he said, laughing. "I know I haven't been big on
writing. I'm driving through and I realized I might be in your neck of the
woods. I've carried this phone number you gave and thought I'd give it a
try."

"Well, you got the right number; where are you?"

"I'm at a gas station, in your town apparently, because they know you. I
know it's Thanksgiving weekend?.."

"Don't take it there, just get your ass out here," I cut in.

"If you're sure it's okay."

"They're packing to leave but you'll get to meet most everyone before they
take off."  I gave him directions and hung up.  I looked at Jason.

"Can you believe that! Levi Brant, of all people."

"Who is Levi Brant?" Kyle asked.

"A guy I was in sniper school with," I said. "He's on his way out from
town."

"How did he happen to find you?"

"He remembered where we lived from a few letters we exchanged and he still
had the phone number I gave him."

"How long has it been since you saw him?" Devon asked.

"Years ago; ran into him in Vietnam after sniper school."

"Did you know him, Dad?" Devon asked.

"You could say that," Jason replied with a chuckle. "I met him later."

"Uh-oh, there's a story here," Devon said. "Are you going to share any of
it?"

"Wait till you meet him.  You'll figure it out from there."

"I'm starting to already," he said.

Jason was as anxious as I was to see him.  He went out and sat on the porch
railing to wait.

"Now why doesn't that surprise me," I heard Jason say a short time later.

I went to the door to see the big black Hummer coming up the drive.

"Typical Levi Brant," I said with a smile. I watched him get out of the
Hummer and could imagine the earth tremble when his boot hit the ground. He
was as massive as ever.  He had on a short-sleeved Henley with the top two
buttons open, revealing the deep curvature of his chest muscles. The
sleeves rode up above his huge biceps, the material pulled up to cover the
heaped muscles of his shoulders. His stomach muscles stood out under the
metal-grey material. Black tac pants hugged his thick thighs and wrapped
around his still-trim hips, hugging and accenting his still-awesome
butt. The pants were bloused over a pair of shiny, black combat boots and
the outfit was capped off with studly Oakley sun glasses.

"My Godd," Jason muttered under his breath.

Nolan appeared at the door and I heard, "Damn, would you look at that!

Jesse followed Nolan out onto the porch. "Yeah, a fuckin' Hummer!" he said.

"He's talking about him!"  Jordan said from behind the screen door.  He
came out, too.

I went out and Jason and I went out to meet him.

"Where'd you pick up this tricycle?" Jason asked as they pulled each other
into a tight hug.

"I wanted a real Humvee but this was the best I could do. Hummer h2, V-8,
400 horsepower.  You know you're jealous."

"Yeah I am.  Why don't we have one of these?" he asked me.

Levi pulled me into a death hug and gave me an unmistakable thrust of his
crotch.  "I would bone up but I see you've got company," he said.

"It's just our brood home for Thanksgiving," I said.  "And they wouldn't
care if you did," I added.

"Oh? Something you need to be telling me?"

"Later," I said.

As we were going to the house Braden and Will pushed through the two boys
at the door and they all came out on the porch. The two younger boys were
bug-eyed.

"Who the fuck?..!" Levi whispered, his eyes fixed on Will.

"Your turn to be jealous," Jason said.

"You wanta trade him for the Hummer?" Levi said.

"You'd have to throw in a sweetener," Jason said.

We introduced them, one by one and it was interesting to watch each one's
reaction to the ham-like hand that went out, and his arm Aaron, Luke,
Jordan, Adam, Braden and Will, Little George, Nolan, Levi, Jesse and Colby.

"Damn, this is all your brood you wrote me about?" Levi asked.

"All but two," I said. "Kyle, here, is my son; Devon is Jason's son. Jake
is a buddy to Devon. This is another Levi, he and Jesse go with
Nolan. Aaron is Braden's son and Luke belongs to Will."

"Yeah I can see a slight resemblance," Levi said, causing everybody to
break out laughing.

"Jacob has already left with his family.  He's got five kids. And his
brother Pete."

"Sorry I missed them," Levi said.

"And this is Father Colby."

"Your own priest?.Mafia style," Levi joked.

"We didn't raise 'em all," Jason put in. "Some of them just came along and
we got attached to them.  Hell, I don't even remember which ones we
raised."

"Well, I appreciate you all allowing me intrude on your Thanksgiving," Levi
said.

"You're not intruding," I assured him. "So, come inside.  I was packing
leftovers to send along then we're going to have some lunch."

The table had not been broken down and everyone gathered around it. Except
Jason and me; we set about making lunch.

"So what're you doing now? You said you're driving through to somewhere," I
asked.

"I've got my own military training camp," he said with a proud smile.

"Uhhh?.do you think the government might be keeping an eye on you?" Jason
asked as he set a stack of plates on the table.  Everyone passed them
around.

"No, it's not a private militia," he replied, laughing. "I help guys get
ready for basic training; PT, handling guns and ammo.  Mostly high
schoolers. I've even got my own fully equipped gym, and the property's got
a lake and a creek for water exercises."

"How close are you to being a private militia? Equipment wise, I mean?" I
asked.

"Well, I don't have artillery or a tank," he said, laughing.  "Just the
stuff that's legal for a civilian to own. Two Jeeps, a duce-and-a-half
truck, a little quarter-ton. It's mostly WWII, Korean, Vietnam era. Humvees
are starting to appear on the market, I hope to get one when the prices
come down."

"What kind of weapons?" Jason asked.

"Colt Defense AR15, Barrett 338, Barrett REC7, Savage 338, Savage 223, 300
Blackout Double Star Defense Rifle, M-14s, a couple of M-16s to name a
few,, and a variety of sidearms.  On, and three MI Garands.  I've even got
a 50 caliber machine gun and the Jeep mounting."

"That's some pretty heavy weaponry," Jason said.

"Nothing illegal," Levi said.

"And expensive," I said. "Ammo must break you up."

"Hey, the school's not free," he said. "Only thing I can't get my hands on
is hand grenades. I have to use dummies. But the principle's the same."

"Geezuss, I can't believe parents are actually trusting their boys to you.
They wouldn't if they knew you like we do," Jason said, laughing.

"Well most of them don't need their parents' permission. Just the seventeen
year olds. I don't take any younger than that. But most of them need their
parents' money," he added.

"How'd you get this started? How do you get your clients? Do you
advertise?" Jordan asked.

"Word of mouth. I go around speaking at high schools, prep schools, some
colleges. That's where I'm headed now.  I restrict it to juniors and
seniors. Any age in the colleges of course. I set up shop and hand out
flyers then I speak to another gathering of just those who are interested.
It took a while going around trying to even get in to talk to
somebody. Hell, I'm getting invites now."

"It's obviously pretty lucrative," Nolan said, nodding to the door,
indicating his Hummer.

"I'm doing okay," he said.

"You said you've got a gym, too?" Jordan asked.

"That explains all the muscles," Luke slipped in.

"Thanks," Levi said, laughing. "The gym is on the grounds but separate.  I
have standard military PT of course but anybody who wants to work out in
the gym has to sign up and pay a fee.  It's open twenty-four-seven.  You
pay your fee you get a pass card so you can work out any time you want.
All that's required is you sign in and out.  You can bring a guest two
times."

'You've really put a lot of time, thought and money into this," I said.

"Why do you sound so surprised?" he said, laughing. "But not really. I saw
the need when I read some ads about pre-basic training schools. I figured
why not me?  I visited a couple of them and saw what they had and decided I
could do way better."

"Not to mention total inspiration, the way you're put together," Jordan
said.

"There could be something to that," he said.  "I've got a couple of
pictures in the flyers.  One kid who showed the flyer to his dad told me,
'My Dad said if you could get me to look like that he would pay the fee,
whatever it is.'"

"You ever have anybody drop out?  And is the fee refundable?"

"Had a couple quit on me. I prorate the fee and they get half of the unused
portion back. But usually I'm able to talk them out of quitting. I don't do
it in a cruel way but I mention disappointing their families, not to
mention having to face their friends and even worse, their girlfriends."
He smiled; a smile that I was all too familiar with, and I waited. But he
didn't say anything.

"What?" I asked.  "What's the smile about?"

"Not in this mixed company," he said.

"I still don't picture how this all works.  You travel the country so
you're signing up guys from all over. When th ey come to you, where do they
stay?  Do you have barracks or something?"

"Forgot to mention that.  Yeah, I've got a barracks that holds twenty four
guys; two rows of six bunks double stacked."

"What about meals?"

"MREs"

"Three times a day!" Jason blurted.

"I contracted with a restaurant to send out chow on weekends."

"But you work them seven days a week."

"Hell, yeah, it's the military. And hell, it's only four weeks."

"Four weeks of pure hell, I'm sure, knowing you," I said.

"I do my best," he said, laughing. "But hey, these are kids and young men
who want to see what they're made of; push themselves to the limit. And
when they think they have, I push 'em a little farther. I even offer an
advance course; capture and escape.  Teach 'em how to conduct themselves as
POWs, and what to expect."

"Waterboarding?" I asked.

"No. But?.well, it's not something to be talked about in mixed company."

"We'll un-mix the company," I said, and sent the younger boys outside. They
whined and moaned but I told them they could come back in ten minutes. Then
I asked, "Okay, what's this advanced training you can't talk about in mixed
company?"

"It's only open to the eighteen year olds; I don't wanta have to listen to
parents.  It's a short course on how to conduct themselves as POWs, what to
expect from their captors, that sort or thing. I give 'em an overview and
explain that they'll be roughed up, there will be pain, even sexual
degradation."

"Meaning?"

"Just that.  Being forced to suck cock.  Even rape."

"Pray tell how do you get 'em to sign on for that?"

"A few don't," he said. "But after I give them a little inducement most of
them come around."

"What kind of inducement?"

He laughed his familiar mischievous laugh.  "I go down on every one of them
first.  That's the first step in breaking down their inhibitions. They
figure, 'Hey if he can do it, I can do it.'"

"What about the rape training?

"Same thing.  I tell them it will hurt a little at first, I have eight guys
arm wrestle and the four winners fuck me.  I tell 'em not to hold
back. Then I turn them loose on each other, going down on each other,
fucking each other. Surprisingly, they take it as a critical part of the
training.  It's pretty awesome."

"I can imagine," I said.

He laughed again. "Funny thing is there's always at least one guy in every
group that says it did feel like rape, it felt sorta good. Then I hear
rumors about them practicing in the barracks at night."

The boys came back in and gathered around the table again. I wondered if
anyone else could feel the undercurrent. Everyone in the room was wondering
and wishing. It was like a bunch of young animals on the hunt, circling
their prey, and Levi was, wishfully, that prey. But they didn't know?.and I
could imagine, if I told them, they would be all over Levi like a pack of
hungry wolves.  Well, not that bad, but there was that in the air.

I'd given Levi a heads up about the guys; I decided to let it ride for the
moment; give it a chance to work itself out. Just then Luke raised his hand
like he was in school.

"Could I ask you a question, sir?"

"Certainly, but you don't have to call me sir."

"Would you take us for a ride in your Hummer sometime before you leave?"

"How about now?  You, you, and you," he said pointing to Luke, Aaron, and
Jesse as he stood up from the table. "You got a license?" he asked Jesse.

"Yeah," he replied with a surprised look.

Levi tossed him his keys and said, "Knock yourself out."

He snatched the keys out of the air, now a stunned look.

"Y-you w-want me to drive?" he stammered.

"You said you've got a license. You drive, Aaron can ride shotgun in the
front seat.  Me and Luke will bring up the rear."

"Yes, sir!"

I was at the door to see the boys running excitedly to the vehicle and I
followed Levi out on the porch.

"Please tell me all of this eye candy isn't just eye candy," Levi said
under his breath."

"Have a good time with the boys," I said. I had to laugh at his surprised,
questioning look.  "Everybody here plays for the same team," I told him.

"We'll be back in a couple of days," he joked.

I watched them drive down the lane then went back inside.

"That is the wolf guarding the lambs," Jason said.





As Told by Levi Brant;



I couldn't believe my good fortune in going off with three hot young
teenagers AND a green light from Brad, saying everybody played for the same
team.  I could hardly wait to see what kind of game I could get going.
With young Jesse behind the wheel and Aaron in the front passenger seat,
Luke and I got in the back.

"Where do you want me to go?" Jesse asked.

"Wherever you want to?.you know this area better than I do."

"Not really, this weekend is the first time I've been here."

"Then just drive wherever the road takes you."  I didn't much care where we
went, I was going to be concentrating on getting settled in with Luke.
There probably wouldn't be time to engage all three boys and possibly not
the inclination. Jesse was totally engrossed in driving the Hummer and
Aaron was pretty intrigued himself. Luke and I settled in and I showed him
how to adjust his seat.

"The seats will recline all the way back," I said.  "Or if you get really
tired, there's carpeting on the floor behind us.

"Thanks," he said, rather timidly.

"Just want you to be comfortable," I said as I reached over and squeezed
his leg. He flexed his thigh muscle then surprised me by placing his hand
over mine.

"Oh," I said quietly, smiling at him.

"Your hand feels good, you can leave it there," he said.

"Your leg feels good, too."

"Could I?..feel yours?"

"Sure," I said, and I took his hand as he reached over I took his hand and
laid it on my thigh. This kid was hot to trot and I didn't want to
disappoint him.

"It feels like concrete," he said, trying to squeeze the solid muscle. "I
can't even squeeze it."

"Maybe if you squeeze a little higher."

He had only inches to go to reach my crotch and he boldly got a handhold
there.

"There, that's more squeezable," I said.

"I bet not for long," he said. "How did you know I wanted to do this?"

"I didn't. I was hoping," I said.

"You were, really? Is that the reason you put us in the back?"

"Had something to do with it."

"You're starting to feel like concrete here, too."

"That's your doing."

"Could I maybe feel your legs bare?" he asked. "Or maybe we could get in
back and I could see you bare all over."

I had to laugh at how this kid had the balls to go after what he wanted.
"Yeah, I think we would be more comfortable in the back," I said. I climbed
in back and gave Luke a hand. I thought we would lie down and make out a
little but while I was still upright he went right to his knees and started
undoing my pants.

"You're a hungry little puppy, aren't you?" I said ruffling his hair.

"I started getting hungry when I saw you get out of your Hummer," he said
as he laid my fly open and tugged my tac pants down.

I instinctively grabbed for my briefs but he brushed my hand away and
pulled them down too. My heavy balls fell free and my cock swung out and
touched the side of his face. I wasn't hard but more than half. He hefted
my cock in his palm and pulled sheath back and forth several times.  I
didn't have to tell him to lick off the precum.

"You're so big and heavy."

"I bet no bigger than you," I scoffed.

"You say that because I'm black?"

"I've seen my share of black men; enough to know it's not a myth," I said.

He scooped my cock up with his tongue and sucked it into his mouth. I was
surprised how he sucked it right into his throat. Not all the way, but
Damn! I held his face gently in my hands. He was such a sweet looking kid,
his eyes still so full of innocence, and I wondered what all he had still
to learn. Certainly not cocksucking; he was sucking mine like he'd come out
of the womb with a cock in his mouth.

"Geezuss, Lukie, where'd you learn to suck cock like that?"

He shrugged then backed off my cock.  "I don't know, it seems like I just
always knew how."

He got back on my cock and at the same time, started unlacing my boots.  He
pulled them off and pulled my tac pants off along with my shorts, then
slipped my boots back on, all without missing a stroke. He took my hand
that was on my hip and placed it on his head then wrapped his arms around
my thighs that he said felt like cement and clung to me.  I understood his
meaning; I put both hands around his head and pulled his face towards me as
I fucked his mouth. He choked but didn't pull back and I kept doing it. I
was amazed how well he could deep throat me.

I savored the feel of his mouth sliding back and forth on my cock and the
thrill of looking down at his cute face with his mouth distended around
it. But I needed more.

"You're overdressed," I said as I pulled him to his feet. I undid his cargo
shorts and they fell to the floor. He forced his sneakers off then stepped
out of his cargo shorts and kicked them aside. I peeled off his shirt to
reveal his well muscles chest and shoulders.

"I want yours off, too," he said, tugging at my T-shirt. I raised my arms
and then bent forward a little for him to pull it off.  "Fuck!" he said as
ran his hands down the finger-like muscles on my sides, then he spread his
hand across my pecs and squeezed.

My nipples tingled and I could feel them swelling under his touch. I ran my
hand down his stomach to grope the front of his shorts.  They were brief;
very brief, barely a Bandaid and not up to the task of containing his
boyhood.  I trailed my fingers along the bulge of his hard cock till I
found the head poking out of the waistband on his right side.  I was
stunned at his size.  I felt along the full length of him again to be sure
I wasn't imaging things. I mentally corrected myself, from boyhood to
manhood. Extreme manhood. Shit, he was as big as me!

"Holy fuckm" I said. "What have I got hold of?"  He smiled and giggled.
"This does not belong on a fourteen-year-old boy."

"Well it was what I was born with," he said.

I stroked his cock through his shorts then shoved my hand down inside for a
feel. He was hot, and throbbing.  I peeled his shorts down till they fell
to his feet and he kicked them away.

"I love your muscles," he said as he was feeling me all over as far as he
could reach as he kissed my chest. He wasn't as tall as me and he stood
with his face squarely at my chest.

"I like you loving my muscles," I said. "Ohhh?Ohh, yeah, do that," I
groaned as he licked and nipped my tits.  "Oh, fuck, that feels so good," I
said as I pressed his face harder against my chest. After a moment I lifted
him up so I could suckle his tits. He squealed as his cock throbbed hard
against my stomach.  Then I let him down and took him to the floor, side by
side, turned around so we could sixty-nine.

He moaned again as I went down on him. "Ohhh, mann, I never dreamed it
would be like this," he moaned in a whimpering tone.

"What were you expecting?" I asked.

"I thought I would be me doing you, not you doing me."

"And why should you have all the fun?" I said.

As our sixty nine progressed I moved from his cock to his ass. He muffled
his outcry when I started rimming him, then he muffled it with his face in
my ass. I wondered how experienced he was at that. I was oblivious to being
driven around in my Hummer and I thought Luke was too.  We were in our own
world of raw man-boy sex and I was amazed how he was deep throating me,
even better than I was managing his big chocolate bar.. All the while I was
keenly aware of the itchy tingling in my ass.  Any time I got sexually
excited, which was most of my waking hours, my ass started acting up and
the thought of this super hung black boy had my ass in a turmoil. It was
made worse with him rimming me. I finally couldn't take it anymore. I broke
away from his cock, gasping for air and rolled over on my stomach, my butt
arched up invitingly. I grabbed bottle of lube that as always hand in my
vehicle and lubed up my ass.

"Climb on," I said.  "Let's see how you do in the saddle."

He sat up, gaping at me. His mouth was moving but he wasn't getting any
words out.  He finally managed to choke them out.

"You want me to fuck you?"

"Well, there might be some kind of rule against it but we won't tell
anybody," I joked.

"I never dreamed this would happen."

"I never either," I said.  "Never imagined I'd come across such a beautiful
chocolate boy with such a huge cock.  I wanta feel it inside me, plowing
deep; see if you can make me cum."

"I'll sure try."

I spread my legs apart and he got between them.

"No need to be easy, I've been fucked plenty of times," I told him.
"Although not a lot times with a cock the size of yours."

"You really like my cock, don't you?"

"I love your cock.  I'll love it even better inside me."

I felt the heat of his cock parting my taut butt cheeks. I squeezed them
tightly, which I liked to do to test a guy's power. There were times when
man complained that they couldn't push through the tight muscles when I
squeezed them.  Luke did. He pushed hard and I wasn't sure if he knew
precisely when he penetrated my asshole; it was a form of penetration all
the way.

I groaned with appreciation as he sank in as far as he could go. I knew he
couldn't penetrate all the way unless I relaxed my butt. He hovered on top
of me, humping my ass like a young stallion on a mare. I let him fuck me
that way for a few minutes then I rose to my hands and knees.  That spread
my but apart and he fucked in deeper.

"Ohhhhhh," he moaned softly as he reached new depths.

I groaned too as he fucked into territory that wasn't always reached by
ordinary men, and never by a boy this age.

"Something tells me this is not your first rodeo," I said over my shoulder.

"It's not, but I never got to ride a stallion like you before," he said.
"Godd, you've got muscles everywhere.  I love how they ripple against me."
He reached around me and grabbed hold of my pecs and started tweaking my
nipples..

"Aww, fuck, Luke, you like my tits, don't you?"

"I love your tits," he said.  "They're so big and hard."

"You caused that; my tits are hot wired to my ass," I told him.

"Could we change positions so I can fuck you on your back? I wanta suck
your tits while I fuck you."

"Whatever you want."

We maneuvered around with me lying on the floor of the Hummer and Luke
lifted my legs onto his shoulders.  With my help, I might add; he said my
legs were too big and heavy for him to lift by himself.  He bored into me
again and went even deeper, then leaned down and started sucking my tits.

"Oh, fuck," I gasped.

"That feel good?"

"Incredible," I said.  "You're incredible, Lukie.  If we had more time I
think I could be in love."

I wasn't just putting him on.  This kid could fuck. And I could only
imagine him a few years older, like eighteen or nineteen. With four or five
more years of growth he would be HUGE. At an inch a year he would surpass
his father.  I wished I could be around for that.

I lay back and enjoyed one of the best fucks of my life. I was amazed at
his staying power.  I'd had sex with boys enough to know that most of them
shot their loads pretty quick.  Luke acted like he was in it for the
duration, and he would set the time frame.

I had to ease him off a couple of times when he took me too close.  But he
started getting really rambunctious, like I was a giant toy he was playing
with.  He arched up over me, bending me in half with my knees on either
side of my head, and fucked me like a jackhammer.  That position is hard
for a man of my size and bulk and I could hardly breathe. Then he went back
down to his knees and without missing a stroke, he urged me onto my
side. He straddled my left leg and brought my right leg up and wrapped his
arms around it and kept fucking me and kissing my thigh.

"Godd, you are a mountain of muscle," he said.

"And you were intimidated.  Look at you now," I said.

"You're awesome, Levi, letting a boy do this."  Then, "I'm edging, Levi,
but I don't know how long I can hold off."

"You don't have to. Hell, your cock's not gonna shrivel up and drop
off. Build it up and let it fly.  I wanta feel you shoot deep inside me.
Can you make me feel it?"

"The way it's building up it feels like I'm gonna burst apart."

"Good, I wanta feel your explosion.  Make me feel it."

He made me feel it.  He fucked me so hard I was beginning to feel numb but
he made me feel it. I was having trouble focusing on my dome light overhead
and I thought the top of my head was going to blow off. I felt his cock
jolt inside my ass then the hard pulsations as he sent powerful spurt of
boy cum deep in my bowels.  Godd, it was good.  It was so warm, degrees
above my own body temperature.  He kept cumming and cumming and part way
through it he resumed fucking me and that caused the stuff to slosh and
swirl back around his cock and run out of my ass.

When he was done he collapsed on top of me with his face nestled in the
crook of my neck.  I held his sweaty body against mine as his cock
continued to throb deep inside me. I wondered if he was still cumming.

"Fuck, I don't think I ever cum so hard in my life," he gasped.

"You sure overflowed my ass," I said.  "Wish I could've seen it."

"You didn't cum though!" he said, noticing my hard cock between us.

"I didn't have to. It felt like I was cumming over and over the whole time
you were fucking me. You're awesome, Luke."

"If I am, you made me awesome. I've never been so hot and excited."

The whole time I was oblivious to Jesse and Aaron in the front seats, till
I heard Jesse say, "I'm pulling this thing over," and I felt the Hummer
swerve sharply. I didn't know where we were or where we were going but it
was rough terrain.  Luke and I separated and I got to my knees behind the
driver's seat. I could see that we were in a woods, rumbling along a
rutted, grassy lane.

"Where the hell are you taking us?" I asked Jesse.

"I don't know where this is leading but I'm parking your Hummer and getting
in back with you guys. It's been all I can do to keep us on the road,
hearing all that's going on back there."

I laughed and let him take us to a secluded spot in the thick woods.  He
followed Aaron climbing in back with us and they started tearing off his
clothes.

"Are you gonna let us fuck you, too?" Aaron asked.

"I'm you boys' slave. You can do anything you want with me."

"Fuck, I can't believe we've got you all to ourselves in the back of your
Hummer," Jesse said.  "I am so horny, I'm gonna fuck you silly."

"Just don't forget, boys, whatever you do to me, I get to do to you," I
said.



It was when we got back to the house that I met Jake. It was truly a Holy
Shit moment. This guy was on the porch with one bare foot cocked up on the
railing, sipping a beer.  He was wearing a plain white T-shirt that he was
bursting out of and shorts that I recognized as Marine PT shorts. We all
climbed out of the Hummer and the three boys ran to tell about their
adventures in the macho vehicle.  I headed for the porch.  The guy gave a
little salute with his beer as I approached. I paused on the steps.

"Are we clones?" I asked, laughing as I looked him up and down.

He laughed and his stomach muscles rippled under the thin material of his
shirt.  "Could be," he said.

"Levi Brant," I said putting out my hand as I went up on the porch. "Name,
rank and serial number."

He rattled it off and added U.S. Marines.

"Even without the shorts, you couldn't deny being a Marine," I said. I
glanced into the kitchen and saw guys on the big table.  Naked guys, having
sex.  I could make out that it was Jason on the bottom with his legs up
around Brad's back and he was fucking him. There was another super hot
muscle stud fucking Brad.

"Who's the muscle head?" I asked.

"That's Jason's son, Devon."

"Wow!" Just then another guy climbed up on the table and straddled Jason
and started fucking his face.  Devon leaned in and started kissing and
licking his butt.  "Who's that?"

"Ironically, that's Brad's son, Kyle."

"Incest rules!" I said, laughing. I glanced around and saw three guys on a
blanket under a tree in a daisy chain.  Out further were three more guys,
naked, in the bed of a pickup. "I never seen anything like this; it's like
I got dropped right in the middle of fuck heaven."

"It's the first time we've all been together, and it might well be the
last.  Everyone is taking advantage of the occasion. Those boys that piled
out of your Hummer?.did you fuck them?"

"Fucked all three of 'em.  I got fucked in return. How the hell do kids
learn to fuck like that at such an early age?"

"They've got mentors all around," he said.

I looked back at him.  "Do you like to fuck?"

"You'll have to explain yourself.  Are you talking about getting fucked, or
you fucking me?"

"I'll arm wrestle you for it," I said.

He looked at my arm.  "Show me your arm."  I brought my arm up and flexed
it. "I don't know if I'd have a chance against that."

I brought his arm up and he flexed it.  Looked like he might rip his sleeve
out.  "We're pretty evenly matched. Take a chance. Win or lose, you win."

The wicker table looked too weak for the match.  I knelt down and put my
arm on the porch railing.  He did the same.

"You call it," I said.

He did and we went at it.  He was strong as a bull. His arm bulged up to
the size of a fuckin' grapefruit. I put everything I had into it, but so
did he. He was younger than me but I had the older guy's iron will and
determination that he hadn't attained yet. I beat him.

"You want a rematch?  Or two out of three?" I asked.

"No, you won, fair and square. I salute you," he said as he got to his
feet.

"It wasn't about a salute," I said as I pulled his T-shirt up. He lifted
his arms for me to take it off.

"I know," he said. "It's about me getting fucked. Do you wanta go
upstairs?"

"I prefer the outdoors," I said. "But let's not rush it." I ran my hands up
and down his sides and leaned in to kiss and lick his tits. He moaned and I
nibbled on them.

"Ohh, fuck," he moaned.

"Thought you'd like a little foreplay," I murmured as I moved over to bury
my face in his armpit.  Then I kissed his bicep all over. "Fuck, you are
hot!"  I was groping his shorts at the same time, front and back.  I felt
his cock and ran my hand down inside his shorts for a better feel.  "And
hung!" I added.  My other hand went down the back of his shorts to feel his
muscle butt.

He submitted to me entirely.  I turned him around and bent him over the
railing and pulled his shorts down.  "Shit, what an ass!" I whispered as I
knelt down and started rimming him. "Will spit do?" I asked.

"Have to; I don't want to interrupt you," he said.

I gave him a good rim job and forced plenty of spit into his ass as it
gradually relaxed and opened up for my tongue.

"Better fuck me if you're going to; you're gonna make me cum eating my ass
like this," he said.

I stood and spat on my cock. He heard me and reached back and pulled his
butt apart.

"Your asshole is a thing of joy and beauty," I murmured as I set the head
against the winking hole.

"I don't know about the beauty but it feels pretty fuckin' joyful at the
moment," he said.

He pushed back on my cock as I pushed forward. The two forces met and the
head of my cock burst through the tight hole with a loud groan; I didn't
know which one of us it was. He barely hesitated before he pushed back onto
my cock and I watched his awesome ass swallow my manhood right down to the
pubes.

"Fuck, that's deep," he moaned.

"I wish I could go deeper," I said.

"Feels like if you did somebody could suck your cock by kissing me."

I gave him a good fuck, trying to hold off and watching for signs from him
so I could hold him off.  Just then someone came out of the kitchen.  I
glanced over my shoulder.  It was the younger Levi; the college dude.  He
was naked, pulling on his cock with one hand, sipping his beer with the
other. I smiled and he nodded.

"Don't be shy. Climb on of you want, I'll give you a ride."

"Fuck, yeah," he said and set his beer down.  I was still well lubed from
the Hummer. I stopped my hip action till Levi shoved his cock in then I
backed up on his cock and began fucking myself as well as Jake.

"Geezuss, don't stop again, Levi," he groaned. "You had me so fuckin'
close."

"I don't wanta make you cum and put out of commission," I said.

"Don't worry, I probably won't even go down, knowing that ass of yours
awaits me. Shit, Levi, you could bring a preacher to his knees."

I fucked him some more. And fucked back on Levi at the same time, and
myself.  Another guy from the back of the pickup sauntered up to the porch
to watch. I didn't mind; I liked an audience.  So did Jake, apparently. He
was going wild on my cock, humping back on it like a cock hungry slut.
Suddenly he tossed his head back with deep groan and growled he was
cumming.  The newcomer scrambled to get under him and take his load and
Jake finished up by fucking the guy's mouth. Jake dropped to his knees,
leaning over the railing. Now it was Levi fucking Levi. The newcomer who'd
taken Jake's load asked me if I wanted to fuck him. We paused for him to
take Jake's place and I started fucking him.  Jake got a fresh beer and
went over to sit in the swing and watch.

We drew a crowd and it turned into an orgy on the porch. When the boys came
back from the creek, still dripping wet, they were drawn into it. Being
teenagers, they were insatiable.  I think they fucked half the guys on the
porch and still didn't go down. The best thing that came of it, and the
real shocker, was when young Luke climbed up on the chair where his dad was
sitting and lowered himself on the man's huge cock. All the fuckin' way!
The man had to be sporting a foot of cock; I didn't see how the boy was
able to take it. Everybody applauded.  We fucked one another damn near to
exhaustion. Nobody wanted to eat so we snacked for supper.



Levi said he needed to hit the road but we convinced him to stay the
night. By we, I mean Jason and me.

"For old times' sake," I aid.

"Under one condition," Levi said.

"Name it."

"You guys make a sandwich out of me."

"We can do that".

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