Date: Sat, 1 Dec 2018 04:10:07 +0000 (UTC) From: Tague Micheals Subject: Little Red Roosters II "Good morning honey," my mom said as I walked through the back door into the kitchen. "You're home early." "Yeah, I got two lawns to mow." She looked at me with a raised eyebrow. "Okay, so what's going on?" Moms can hard to get one by on. At least my mom was and I knew better than to try and bullshit her. "Well, Andrew invited me to spend the night again tonight. He's inviting two other friends over and we're gonna have a Monopoly marathon. I told him I was the best there was so it was sort of a challenge. Can I go mom? You know how good I am at Monopoly; I have a reputation to defend." Instead of giving me an answer she went into mom mode wanting to know who Andrew was because she didn't remember ever meeting him, what did his parents do where did they live and all that crap. I gave the abridged version, described the house they were in cuz she'd admired it before, said I didn't know just what his dad did but he wore a suit and tie and his parents both seemed nice. "So can I mom, please." She said we could talk about it after I was done with the lawns and to me that was paramount to a yes. I ate a big bowl of cereal and headed outside to tackle my chores which, as usual, were uneventful. It had gotten hot so I'd taken my t-shirt off in order to soak up some rays wondering what it would be like to lay around naked in the hot sun. I didn't think much on it however cuz a couple of girls from my school went by, giggling and waving. Of course, I puffed up my slender chest just a little. I mean, they were girls and I was a perpetually horny teenage boy who'd just experienced a sexual awakening. I was done by lunch time so settled into a meal of sandwich, chips and a coke, the latter generally a rarity. My mom finally gave me permission to stay the night and Andrew's so after I ate I called him. "That's way cool Tristan. Mark and Greg will be here about seven so you can come over anytime around then." We talked a little more about stuff before hanging up. Although we hadn't discussed it he said we'd play monopoly for a couple of hours and would that be okay with me. I didn't tell him I was the champ. The rest of the day was uneventful as was the shower I took before going over to Andrew's house. I thought about jacking off but figured that we'd end up being sexy and since there would be new boys there I wanted to be able to give a good accounting when I squirted so kept my cleaning to the basics and finished without popping a boner. Still, I gave my stuff a good massage believing that I probably needed to do a very thorough job since I didn't know who might have their face down there before the night was out. "Can I take a couple of albums with me dad," I asked after dinner. Of course I got the usual pre-approval speech about being careful, which my dad knew I would be. He gave me the go ahead. I threw the brand new Jimi Hendrix album, 2 Stones albums, and Magical Mystery Tour into a backpack and headed out. When I got to Andrew's house his mom said the boys were downstairs and to go on down. My belly was a little anxious as I didn't know what to expect and of course it all worked out fine. They were listening to The Doors album and Light My Fire was playing as Andrew introduced me to Greg, who was small like me with a head of long curly black hair. As smooth in the face as Andrew and I were, he was cute as all hell with huge dark eyes. Mark was taller, about five seven or so and I found out later he'd turned fourteen on the same that I went thirteen, which was sort of a cool way to meet someone. Mark's hair was what people call strawberry blonde, not quite red but not blonde either, and hung long and straight past his shoulders. His skin was somewhat pale and he had a smattering of freckles on and around his short nose. While not as cute as Greg or Andrew he wasn't ugly by any means. They wanted to know what I had in the backpack so I pulled the records out to much acclaim, earning me a friendship right off the bat. Having parents who collected rock and roll was a big plus cuz I certainly couldn't have afforded them. We spent the next twenty minutes discussing music and who we each thought were top rock groups. Mark finally broached the reason we were all together. "So, Tristan," the red-blonde haired boy said, "Andrew says you guys have been talking about maybe forming a secret club of boys with big dicks." I nodded my head. "Yeah," I said and was going to go further but Andrew jumped in. "Look, let's talk about that later you guys. You know how my mom is about wandering with snacks and shit and seeing if we're okay." Greg laughed and said he was almost caught bare naked once when she came in the room. "She knocked first but didn't hardly wait for Andrew to tell her to come in. We were getting ready to beat off and I barely made it under the covers. When she asked why I was under the cover I just told her I was a little cold is all." "Yeah, so let's play Monopoly for a while and let her get her mom-ness out of her system," Andrew said. We set up the game and sure enough we weren't into it more than fifteen minutes when Andrew's mom knocked on the door then came in with big bowls of chips. She left and came back a few minutes later with liters of pop. We all thanked her and went on with the game, which I already had a lead in. We played for another hour or so as we snacked and it wasn't until the bowls were almost empty that I saw the design on the bottom of the inside. "These are pretty cool," I said, commenting on the bowls the chips were in. They had a design of colorful roosters on them although the predominant color was red. As an adult I would learn that they were made by Metlox and called Provincial Poppy trail. "They're called Red Rooster," Andrew explained casually as he tossed the dice. "But they're not as cool as my red rooster," Mark said with a chuckle. I had a curious look on my face. "Mark calls his dick his red rooster," Greg explained. "How come," I asked. "Cuz of the red hairs on his dick and also when he's really hard the head gets all red and angry looking. And of course, as everybody know, a rooster is also called a cock. He sort of got the name from the Stones tune, Little Red Rooster." "Cept my rooster ain't so little," Mark added with a laugh. I went blank, staring off into space, my brain going a hundred miles an hour. That was exactly the connection that I'd been thinking about a few days before but couldn't get it solid in my head. I jumped up and walked around the room for a second. I must have looked like a crazy man, or in this case a crazy boy because my hands were alongside my head and almost tearing at my hair. "What's the matter Tristan?" Andrew asked, concern in his still high pitched voice. Mark and Greg were staring at me as though I were deranged. I went back to where they were sitting. "That's it Andrew, that is what we should call the club, The Little Red Roosters; its perfect." Andrew thought about it a moment then his cute smooth face split into a huge grin. "That's fucking brilliant Tristan. You're right, it'd be perfect." Mark and Greg were in total agreement, saying the name was righteous, boss, and every other affirmative street term that described it. And that's how the Little Red Roosters were born. "I hope that doesn't mean I have to give up the name of my cock," Mark said. We assured him he could keep the name if he wanted to. "You got a pencil and some drawing paper Andrew," Mark then asked. Andrew directed the boy to his student desk in a far corner of the room. It turned out that Andrew and Mark were both talented artists although Mark was far and away better. The three of us gathered around and watched as the older boy proceeded to very quickly draw a rooster that looked like the real thing. "It looks like a pussy chicken," Mark declared setting the drawing aside and beginning a new one. Again, with speed and agility he drew another bird only this one had its wings in the air above it and back far enough to be able to clearly see the head with the feathers on the neck sort of sticking up like the hair on a pissed off cat. Part of the back of the bird was clear to see as well, the plume of its tail arching out behind the body of the rooster. Its legs were stretched out and overall it looked like it was attacking something, coming down on it from above, kind of like pictures of Eagle's diving on prey. Mark asked Andrew for colored pencils then proceeded to add depth and dimension to his creation, talking as worked. "My dad was stationed in the Philippines a few years ago," he explained, "and over there cockfighting is like the national sport. He took me to a match once without telling my mom, who would have killed him. It's pretty brutal and a lot of chickens die but damn are they beautiful to watch when they're all puffed up and when they fight. I always thought that calling them cocks was quite funny, so obviously that's sort of a reason why." he trailed off nodding down toward his crotch. "There, that's definitely a strong rooster. There ain't nothing pussy about that cock," he said holding the drawing out in front of him. He was right, it was as perfect as the name. "It' would be outta sight to get some t-shirts with that on the back," I said, adding, "I wonder how much it would cost." "I got an aunt and uncle that do logo's and stuff on shirt and hats, I could ask them," Greg offered. That got a round of "far out". "Do you guys know any other boys who could be in the club?" I asked. Mark nodded his head. "I know a couple that might. There's this Filipino kid whose dad just happened to get stationed with us overseas and is here too. I see him at the base swimming pool sometimes, I could ask him. He's like you and Greg Tristan, not very tall, but he's got a pretty big dick, as big as Andrew's. How big are you?" he asked me. I told him and he said he'd like to see it and of course he'd show me his. "Come on Mark, my mom," Andrew said in a very slightly whiney voice. "Don't worry about it Andy," Mark said, earning a glowering look from my new friend. "It's just a quickie show and tell." Mark stood up and began to unbuckle the three inch wide belt on his colored bell bottoms. Andrew sighed and stood as did Greg. Standing more or less facing each other in a circle all four of us fumbled at our belts and snaps. Mark was the first to drop the front of his underwear and tug his snake like penis out over the top of the waistband. The fucking thing looked huge even to me, the pasty white shaft thick and lined with veins. When I asked him later how big he was he said it was almost nine inches long and six and a half around when he was hard. And, he still had his foreskin. I had seen one or two boys in PE classes and sometimes at the pool that still had their foreskins. Needless to say, I wondered how that worked. The rest of us flopped out then stood and stared at each other. Greg was hung much like me and Andrew, about seven inches or more. He had less hairs than me and his smooth balls didn't really hang but were kept up closer to his body on a rounded wrinkled sac. He looked nice though and right off the bat I thought that it would be great to suck him off. Mark too but I certainly wouldn't be able to a lot of it in my mouth. "That's pretty nice Tristan," Mark said pushing his pants down to free up a large set of nuts. It was strange seeing a boy with almost orange hairs down there and Mark had a pretty big bush going on, at least as much as the three of us put together. His balls stretched down low and were mostly smooth although I could see a few hairs on em as well as hairs growing at the base of his bag. "Ok let's button back up before my mom comes in," Andrew said adding, "We can mess around later." "Yeah," Greg said with a smiled as we all tucked back in. We went back to the monopoly game but it didn't last very long. None of us were very interested in Monopoly; instead we talked about the club. Andrew and I explained what we'd discussed so far about dick size requirements. We agreed that if one of us knew a boy and wanted to invite him the rest of us would trust his judgment but for now, if any other members recommended a boy then one of the original four had to see the kid and decide. That would most likely change over time but for now, that's the way it would be. We talked about the age requirements as well and the need for total secrecy. We discussed dues and what kind of things we'd do when we met officially. Needless to say, playing sexy would undoubtedly be a part of it. "Maybe we should have an initiation of some kind," Mark suggested, "like blow the four of us or let us fuck him or something." That was the first I'd heard about fucking as part of what we might do together as a club and after seeing the magazine that Andrew had I must say I was very curious about the process. However, I wasn't so keen on having Mark's cock up my ass that's for sure. "That might be a bit extreme," Greg offered, "maybe we should think of something less threatening. The idea of having that big cock of yours shoved up my ass scared the hell out of me at first." That reiterated my thoughts, but also shocked me; that Mark had fucked Greg then Andrew admitted that he too had been scared the first time. Apparently the expression on my face gave me away. "You haven't ever fucked a boy or been fucked have you Tristan," Mark asked. I shook my head unable to even speak. "Don't worry, no one's gonna force you but once you try it you're gonna love it, both doing it and getting it done, honest." The other two boys agreed heartily, nodding their heads and rubbing at the front of their pants. I wasn't opposed to it generally speaking. I quickly figured that having Greg or Andrew's dick inside me might be okay but that fucking hose of Mark's was a different matter all together. I wondered too what it would be like having my hard young cock buried deep inside a tight warm spot and felt myself begin to respond to those thoughts. "Maybe I need to take the bowls and stuff upstairs and tell my mom we're going to sleep," Andrew offered. That decision was accepted unanimously. While he was gone Mark asked if I'd done much stuff with other boys and I shook my head then gave him the short version. He said he'd been messing around with other boys for three or more years. "It actually started when men or older boys wanted to suck on my cock, sometimes after seeing me naked in the base swimming pool or the gym. They always gave me money afterwards and I had more than one guy who sucked me off on a regular basis. I even sucked one or two of them after a while and of course I got even more money for that," the older boy said. I wondered for a moment if that meant that Mark was a whore of some sort, taking money for sex. "Anyway, I learned about sex early and have playing sexy ever since. Some guys think it's queer but I don't and even if it is I don't give a fuck so fuck em." Andrew came back in the room and short circuited the conversation, bringing with him another two liters of coke "Okay, we should be safe, I told her we were getting tired and gonna go to bed soon." "You still got those mags Andrew?" Mark asked and when Andrew said he did Mark told him to drag em out, which the boy did. The four of us wasted no time thumbing through both magazine; rubs at the front of jeans indicating that all of us were getting boned up over it. We eventually gave up on the black and white one and circled around the colored one, commenting on cock size, how it looked when the boys sucked or fucked each other and of course the cum shots; splatters of white good against darker flesh. Some of the boys in the magazine were uncircumcised which of course elicited comments. Mark was the only one of us who'd had any experience with such a cock, other than his own and of course both Greg and Andrew played with his as well but no other boys. They all stated they were fun to play with adding that he was glad he still had his "hat". It didn't take long before everyone's briefs were straining in an effort to contain rock hard teenage cocks. "I gotta get out of these," Mark finally said and rolled onto his back, lifted his ass and slid his underwear down then pulled his knees back and shoved the fabric to his ankles then tossed it on the floor. He lay back as though allowing us; or me in particular since the other two had seen him like this many times before, to see him in all his nail hard glory and glorious it was. The boy was huge, that's all there was to it. Jutting from his skinny frame was a thick, Lilly white pole that reached past his flat belly button. His balls hung low between his thighs, the large eggs pulling the smooth hairless skin of bag tight. As stated by Greg before, the fat head was so swollen with blood that it was indeed getting red. The rest of us wasted no time stripping then gripping and squeezing our own fully engorged young cocks. It was pretty incredible actually, seeing other boys who were like me, their cocks seeming out of place on their small and yet underdeveloped bodies. It wouldn't do but we three thirteen year old's had to get to our knees and move close together to sort of see close at hand how we measured up. Of course the inevitable touching of cock heads had to take place, alternating between sword play and "getting to know you". Mark kept on lying there watching us and stroking his cock. The way he was lying, on his back and legs slightly spread, I could see the beginning of his butt crack. It was kinda strange cuz I'd never seen that before on anyone. He squeezed his legs together, capturing his balls, the big eggs all but disappearing between his thighs. That gave me cause for another thought; the idea that a sac of balls could get mashed into all kinds of configurations and not hurt. At that moment Greg reached beneath his raging boner and took hold of his bag and pulled it up past the base of his cock, the stiff rod moving to the side a little bit. "You guys gonna keep playing pirates or jack off?" Mark finally asked. I laughed at that and lay back down on the bed, the other two boys following suit. We got comfortable, back up against the wall, me and Andrew on each side of Mark with Greg on my other side. We all slowly stroked on our big dicks, each of us looking around to see what the other boy's were doing, which was pretty much all the same. Andrew moved to a reversed hand stroke for a moment but went back to a regular full handed Trip. Everyone seemed to be playing with their balls, tugging, squeezing or just playing with the smooth sac. Then the bellies started tensing, those muscle contractions that start when you're getting hot enough to squirt your sperms out and you're sort of helping it along. Greg was the first to go, a high pitched sort of squeak emitting from his throat as his hand slowed down. He arched his butt up off the mattress as a glob of sperm shot out few inches past his cock head and landed on his upper belly. After that is was only a few drops that seemed to ooze out his slit. It was hot to watch and I was right behind him, coaxing three little jets of cum onto my heaving belly before the oozing started. I'd tugged hard on my nuts as if to encourage more juices but of course nothing happened. Mark and Andrew watched us both squirt then concentrated on their own bones, jacking their rigid flesh rapidly. "Oh fuck," Mark groaned. His butt lifted off the bed and his swollen cock head all but erupted. His dick was actually angled toward his belly but I was sure that if the hose had been directed upward he would have shot himself in the face. As it was the stream splattered onto his heaving belly and was still sort of connected to his piss slit when the second shot happened. It seemed like that damned thing wasn't ever going to stop when Andrew came, much like I had, two to three little jets of cream and then some oozing. Once it was over nobody said anything for a good two to three minutes, each boy going through their own little post sperming ritual. Mark held his big dick upright used the index finger of his other hand to slowly rub his sperm all over on the underside of the sensitive cock head. I could tell how intense it was because he shivered and tensed a couple of times. I used my hand on my cock head a little and Greg did the same but quietly asked if I'd play with balls. I smiled and reached between his legs, which he'd spread farther open, and cupped on the hairless bag, gently squeezing the eggs. "Oh yeah," he closed his eyes and moaned. Greg's balls were more wrinkled so felt a little different but hey, balls were balls and I liked how they felt in my hand. Andrew finally got up and walked to his laundry basket and came back with a t-shirt. His cock bobbed along in front of him as he walked and I wondered if that was sort of what I looked like too, a small slender kid with a fat bobbing cock. He cleaned his chest off then tossed the shirt to me and Greg, leaving the heavy duty puddle of cum on Mark's torso for last. "That was pretty cool," Greg said and I agreed. I needed to pee after all the soda so left the room and returned a few minutes later to find the other three busily engaged. Andrew was lying on his back with Mark sucking Andrew's cock while Greg was kissing the cute young teen. "Jump in anywhere," Mark said when he saw me. Fascinated by the size of the older boy's cock that's where I went. I plopped down on the bed between Andrew's spread out legs, reached over one of them, and took hold of Mark's pole. I held it a moment, just looking at the thing as it filled my hand. "My ass; no way," I thought as I pulled it toward my head which was moving to meet it. The fat swollen head was shiny from precum or his other cumming, I didn't know which, but didn't care much either. I stroked him a little bit, getting in close to see just how a foreskin worked. Mark was hep to what I was up to. "Never seen an uncut cock before, huh?" I admitted that I had not. "Makes you wish you still had yours too, doesn't it?" I admitted that it did. "You're aren't the only Tristan, trust me." I kept the skin back and started by licking all over the spongy flesh, concentrating on the sensitive underside of it. I felt Mark's hand touch my head gently, ruffle my hair, then leave to go back to doing whatever he had been doing. I put the thing in my mouth and suckled it, trying to get some of the thick shaft into my mouth as well but I couldn't manage more than an inch or so. My mouth got tired pretty quick so I turned my head and saw Andrew's smooth balls just hanging there with nothing to do so I moved up and little bit and began licking at the smooth eggs, pushing them around with my tongue. My other hand continued to stroke on Mark's cock then moved down to fondle and play with his large balls. I elected to leave that spot and move up along Andrew's head where Greg and got to his knees and was feeding the reclining boy his cock. I figured, rightfully it turned out, that if the boy loved having one big cock to suck on and play with then two would be better. I knelt opposite the dark haired boy with my cock bobbin in the air a few inches above his smooth face. He smiled up at me and pulled the shaft down and began licking at the underside of the head while his other continued to fondle and stroke on Greg. "He loves cock so much it's almost scary," Greg told me then said, "Do you kiss Tristan?" I shook my head and said I hadn't tried it yet and he asked if I wanted to. I nodded my head and as he leaned his head toward mine I did the same, our lips meeting somewhere in the middle. Like everything else I'd tried so far I thought about it as it happened and decided I liked it. I didn't know just what to expect but was surprised at how soft the boy's lips really were as he moved them against mine. I felt his mouth open then the pressure of his tongue against me so opened my mouth. His tongue moved inside to find my tongue and from there they did a little dance. He put his hands on my face and sort of held me there as we both got into it, each moving our lips and tongues against the other. One hand left my face and a moment later I felt it on my chest and then it found a nipple which it began to rub against. There was another thing I didn't know and that was how sensitive my nipples were but Greg certainly showed me in a hurry. None of it lasted too long however. "You want to fuck me Mark?' Andrew asked with panting breath. I stopped what I was doing and looked down to where Mark had been connected to Andrew, the older boy's mouth having stopped what it was doing. "You know I do Andrew," the older boy said. "My dick has been missing your tight little asshole." "Yeah well my asshole has been missing your big fat cock too so quit talking," my new friend responded. We all began to move, my mind going a little crazy from the idea. A week ago I'd been a veritable virgin boy and while I still was technically, my knowledge and experience had grown considerably and now I was going to be privy to the big daddy of all the sex stuff, a boy actually fucking someone, stuffing his cock into a tight warm hole. It didn't matter that it was another boy either. In fact, when I reflected on it, I didn't think it could be any if it had been a girl about to get porked. Greg left the bed while Andrew turned over onto his hands and knees and pushed his slender little butt backwards, opening his cheeks and giving me a bird's eye view of his hole. It was the first time I'd seen one, other than my own in a hand mirror. It was sort of pink and didn't have any hair around it at all, not like a couple of the boys in the magazine, and I found that I didn't find it disgusting in the least. Mark found it less so because he got down there and started licking the puckered muscle and Andrew started moaning like mad. Now, that I found a little disgusting but Greg stepped up next to me. "Man, that is so hot to do Tristan, licking a boy's asshole, and getting your hole licked is outta sight." He slowly stroked his fat cock as he talked as we both watched Mark go to town between Andrews pale cheeks. "Come on," Greg finally said, "I'll do you and you can see for yourself. Did you shower before you came over?" I assured the boy that I had and that I'd cleaned myself very thoroughly down there. He directed me into the same position that Andrew was in so I climbed on the mattress next to the boy. I felt Greg open me up and a second later my body was flooded with warmth and incredible feelings as the cute young teen proceeded to lick and slurp on my hole. Needless to say I became a firm believer in the first five seconds. It didn't last a whole lot longer after that as Andrew was panting and declaring that he wanted Mark's cock in his asshole right now. Of course Greg and I both wanted to watch. Once again we all separated except Andrew who remained where he was. Mark grabbed the tube that Greg had retrieved, KY jelly, and proceeded to smear it all over Andrew's wrinkled hole then slipped a finger inside the boy and began fucking him it. I was still a novice so had not yet put my finger inside my asshole but would soon discover that, when done right, a finger in my ass would make me cum like a banshee when I was jacking off. "Put your cock in there Mark," Andrew panted so the older boy removed his finger, smeared his pole with the KY then got into position behind Andrew whose ass was still sticking up in the air. "Watch this," Greg told me from where we'd moved to on the floor behind and somewhat under where the action was going to take place. As Mark's swollen cock head got close in for the kill I wondered how in the hell that tight little hole was going to accommodate that monstrous thing. I watched, all but mesmerized as the fat head pushed in through the tight ring of muscle and disappeared. "Better stop," Andrew panted and Mark did as the boy asked but Andrew seemed to acclimate quickly for less than fifteen seconds later he told Mark to go ahead. Mark did, moving slowly, pushing every inch of his big fat cock into Andrew's body, the boy`s asshole stretching out, and not stopping until his fire bush was pressed against Andrew's flesh and his balls hung in the air. "Is that too far out or what," Greg asked me in a somewhat deeper voice, his eyes half closed from the feelings that were going through his body. I nodded my head and watched as Mark began to pull back out about half way before sliding back inside, his heavy balls getting mashed up on the down stroke and hanging freely in the air when he came back out. When he did that his cheeks opened up to reveal his asshole too. My dick was all but throbbing at the sight of it and hearing Andrew moan as Mark picked up speed and began really giving it to the young teen. "You wanna do that," Tristan, "You want to fuck me?" Greg asked. I didn't need to be asked twice and nodded my head. Two minutes later the dark haired boy was on his back next to where Mark was still hammering his fat cock into Andrew. He'd lubed us both up then lay down and pulled his legs back and offering me the pink target. At that point I didn't need further instructions; Mother Nature took over. Using my fingertips I held my cock down and got into position. I felt the first electric jolt as the tip of my leaking cock head touched his hole then pressure as I pushed against it. I pushed harder and in a quick flash I was inside of him. At the same time Andrew groaned next to us that he was cumming and Mark picked up speed, fucking the young teen even harder. "Go ahead and put it all the way in Tristan," Greg told me in a voice laced with lust. I held his legs back for him and pushed until I could go no further, my hanging balls resting on the bed sheet. It was so fucking incredible. Looking down and seeing my thirteen year old hard cock buried inside of him almost made me cum on the spot while next to us Mark was moaning and groaning and obviously dumping a load of his own sperm into Andrew. I began the process, reveling in the fact that I was actually doing it, I was fucking. My hard cock was doing what it was meant to do, moving in and out of a tight hole. Although I didn't know it at the time, I would continue to be a devotee of Priapus, preferring a boy or man's tight asshole to the looser folds and muscles of a woman's cunt, even though I would eventually marry. I began to fuck the boy, and Greg kept on encouraging me, telling me how good my cock felt in his ass and to fuck him harder if I could. Needless to say, it didn't take me long to cum, my balls giving up a second load of sperm for the night only these would never see the light of day. Below me Greg pummeled his cock and shot out white goo onto his belly which seemed to make his hole constrict on my cock and create even better feeling for me. When I was done and starting to pull out Greg to me to wait a bit, that it felt good having me inside of his ass. "When it happens to you, you'll understand Tristan. It's almost like you never want the cock to leave you. Next to us Mark and Andrew had done the same, the older boy arched over the younger teens body and kissing his neck. We all eventually broke apart and headed straight for Andrew's shower, the two fucked boys clenching their ass cheeks together. I figured it was to keep our cum from leaking out all over the place. The shower turned out to be an interesting experience, all four of us taking the liberty to wash and clean each other's body. It was wild having my all my stuff including my asshole washed by someone else for the first time. It was equally fun doing it to the other boy's as well. We talked about how cool it had been having sex next to each other like that and the other three told me how cool it was having me there, a fourth person so no one got left out, not that anyone had before. We continued to play until two in the morning before we all collapsed, exhausted on Andrew's bed. While I engaged in a bunch of stuff, I didn't get fucked that first night but I did the following weekend by the Filipino boy that Mark knew. That kid was cute as all hell and I found that I loved holding and playing with smaller boys, as Steve was shorter than I was. His cock wasn't small though and looked even more out of place on his little body than mine did on me. It hurt at first when he put the seven and a half inch brown tube into me but after I relaxed and got used to it and found I loved getting fucked as much as I did doing it. Steve was uncircumcised too so that was a huge learning experience for me. I stayed with the Rooster's until I was sixteen by which time the club had grown to over five dozen boys in twice that many different groups around the city and outlying areas, and man oh man could that ever be fun. Having a dozen or more big cock boys all going at it with each other at the same time was fucking insane and the amount of sperm generated was just too fucking much. The t-shirts and sweat shirts were a smash and every boy wore his proudly, never giving up the answer to question of where he got the killer design. Some guys had found where they were printed and tried to get one but Greg's uncle was very cooperative so unless you were accompanied by someone wearing the shirt, you couldn't buy one. The four of us original boys formed the next group, the 16-19 year olds but it was never really as sexually charged as it was when we were younger. Although plenty of sex took place we found that we had other interests in common, protesting the fucking war being one of them and of course, fucking girls. I finally fucked a girl when I was fifteen, the honor being granted to me by the ten year old sister of one of our group members who watched as I took his little sisters cherry. By then I'd reached my max of nine inches and Tony, the girl's brother, said it was the hottest fucking thing watching my big fat cock going inside of his sister's tight hairless cunt. Still I preferred boys. I got married, continuing my bi sexual life until my wife left me for another woman when our son was eight years old. I continued to see the Red Rooster shirts on the streets, proud at what I'd help start. Judging from the amount of shirts I saw the club continued to grow. The biggest surprise came one evening when I came home from work and saw that my twelve year old son was wearing one of the coveted shirts. I hadn't seen Todd naked for at least two years and the last time I'd wondered if my boy would take after his dad and eventually be able to join the club so you can imagine sense of pride I was feeling as well as one of wonder. I was very curious about my son's qualifications to join the Rooster's prior to thirteen. While we'd had twelve year olds before, and they were usually quite well gifted they were also equally far and few between indeed. I felt my cock stir as I asked Todd about the shirt and of course he gave me the standard party line about how cool it was and that a "friend" had given it to him. Needless to say my son had no idea about the part I played in his opportunity to wear the shirt, that is, both genetics and the fact that I was a founding member. I had a huge debate in my head whether to tell Todd or not. I hadn't had sex with a boy since I was twenty one or so and while I still loved being around them I hadn't pursued them. Nor was I interested in having any kind of sexual relationship with my son but as a father I was still curious. I kind of wanted him to know about me too, thinking that I might be a good source of support for him but it was a dilemma. I finally arrived at a decision a week or so later. One that I could live with.