Date: Wed, 06 Oct 2004 13:27:32 -0400
From: joseph green <grassofhome@hotmail.com>
Subject: New in the Neighborhood

At age 12 I was excited about being invited over to the neighbors house. I
was new in the neighborhood and had almost no friends. I kept looking for
the kind of guys I knew back home that collected pokimon cards and went
wading in the creek for crawl-dads.

Jacky, the 14 year old from two houses down had called and asked if I wanted
to come over and play. What he actually said was "wan'a come fuck around
some?" I said I would be over in five minutes.

His mother met me at the front door and said, "You must be Little Franky.
Jacky is up stairs at the end of the hall." I nodded a polite hello to the
family seated around the TV and walked up stairs. Of the four doors only one
was closed. I peeked into the others to find a girl's bedroom, a bathroom,
and an office. I knocked on the last door and heard, "Who is it?"

"It's me... Franky."

"Are you alone?"

"Uh-hun ."

"Come on in."

As I entered I saw him bare chested in bed with the covers pulled over his
body. He instructed me to lock the door and come sit on the bed. I locked
the door and as I approached the bed he tossed back the covers to expose his
totally naked body and an impressive erection. "Dude I'm right at the edge.
Just give me a minute."

I considered leaving right then. He began stroking it at a furious speed. I
tried to look away in my embarrassment but he said he needed more "lubing
up" and pointed out that the hand cream was on the dresser behind me and
would I hand it too him. As my heart was beating out of my chest he only
nodded at his dick-head and said, "Just squirt a little on the tip." My hand
shook but I managed to cover his red gland with the flower scented grease. I
lay the tube on his hip and he went back to his manic deed.

I knew all about jerking my meat and figured I was pretty good at it, but I
never had this expression on my face. He had his eyes squeezed closed and
was biting his lower lip with his two front teeth so to look like a
caricature of a china-man. He had his head pressed deep into his pillow and
his shoulders held most of his weight. His lower back, butt, and thighs were
not even touching the sheets.

He looks to be five foot seven and has a nice looking dick. I can't tell if
it is circumcised or not. I have heard of boys that were part way
circumcised and figured that he was one of them. He held his thick dark
prick with only the thumb and index finger in the O. K. fashion and stroked
from the very tip to the very bottom. As his hand would reach the base his
two center fingers would dig into the cock root and shove his slapping balls
away from their secure pole. His balls were red and hairless and he pulled
them close with every draw of his dick and let them slap against his legs
with every push. His penis seemed heavy and possibly not all the way hard
because it bowed sharply to the left with each down stroke. It reminded me
of a dogs tail wagging when it is happy. I was happy just to watch.

That was all the show I needed but I figured that since I was here I might
as well take it all in. I began to sweat from under my arms and I could feel
my face burn red. My dick was at full attention and I was breathing out of
my mouth in hot wet anticipation. I looked at his white hips and the way
they contrasted with the very dark tan on his narrow belly. He had a small
paunch of a belly when he stood but now it just looked like a flat landing
strip for in-coming sperm. His tits were loose and his nipples big. They
stood out from his chest like a little girl's just before she sprouts boobs.
His shoulders were rounded and his hands were large, masculine and the veins
stood out on them as he gripped his meat in his own personal style.

With his other hand he began by circling his nipples on his left side and
then the circles got smaller and smaller until he just grabbed the whole
chest and tugged it with his fist away from his body. I had never seen a tit
stretch that far. He slipped his hand to his balls and squeezed each one. As
he did he made eye contact with me and said, "Don't you just love being a
guy?" He then focused on his rod, reversed his hand position so that his
fingers were up in the air and the O. K. was jamming into his soft belly
with every thrust. He worked his free hand deep into the ball sack and
stimulated his root as far as he could touch. This made his hips buck in
their floating position. He only did this for about ten or so strokes and
then looked at me again.

I felt like I was caught doing something wrong and wanted to leave right
then but he relaxed his legs and lay flat on the bed. He said, "I'd better
slow this down or it will splash out too soon. With that he uncrossed his
legs and lay one leg on my lap. I was trapped now.

He reached for the hand cream that I had set next to his left hip and
squirted a few drops on his middle finger. He lifted his butt off the bed
again and inserted his finger into his brown hole. I could not believe it. I
had never seen anyone touch their butt hole before and was more shocked than
anything else. I was in the perfect position to watch it slip in and out a
few times and then he went in all the way to his last knuckle and clenched
his butt tight as he went back to work in the original grip.

He instantly went back to the bit-lip expression and his thrusts were so
fast now that I could barely make out the details of his dick. In the
rest-time between his furious self-stimulations I examined his shaft. It was
so very veiny and red. His knob was Darth Vader helmet shaped with a huge
flange at the edge. His extra skin formed a turtle neck that gathered at the
flange and covered everything under the head, but the pucker of added skin
under the V of the piss hole. His shaft was thick, defiantly thicker than
mine, but he is two years older. His rod was about the same length as mine
as I know for a fact that mine is one of the biggest in the sixth grade. His
short curlies were dark and made a bushy frame for his greasy manhood. He
sported a few pimples on his chin and upper back. His lips were so red that
hey looked like he had on lipstick and his nipples were not much lighter.
Even though he was not what anyone would call a knock out he was naked,
slapping his salami, and had his right heel digging into my erect dick.

It was only a few more strokes now that he began to shoot. He shot long and
hard. He pointed his head at his navel and caught most of his milk right
there. His leg on my lap began to twitch and his balls shriveled and crawled
part way up their pole. His breathing became shallow and moist. His head
rolled spasmodically from side to side and his stomach convulsed with waves
of pleasure. You could tell he was not focused on any one thing as he opened
is eyes wide with the last few deposits of sperm. He bucked wildly from just
before he came to long after he was dried up. He was shaking and he lifted
his knees to his chest and I could see he had at some time slipped into his
ass a second finger. Now he jabbed his hole with a third and he shot two
more pitifully small loads.

He relaxed his body and his right foot went right back on top of my cramped
penis straining against its zipper. He moved his heel up and down on my
crotch and said, "You enjoyed that! I can tell by this lump. That's way
cool. You want to go next?"

I shook my head and tried to stand. He held his foot right there and began
feeling his sperm puddle. He stretched small strings off his belly and made
different shapes with it in mid air. He asked, "Do you think all sperm looks
the same?" I shook my head no. I spoke for the first time and said "Mine's
not so white and looks more like I had mixed sour cream with cane syrup, but
didn't mix it well." I told of the swirls that formed on my belly.

He lightly stroked my groin with his heel and asked again if I would give
him a show like he had given me. I declined. I felt like a sissy not jerking
off in front of him but I was just to embarrassed about everything right
then.  He then asked if I thought all sperm felt the same. I did not know
and told him I had only felt my own. I knew he was going to ask me to feel
his, so feeling like a pussy for not dropping my pants when he invited me
to, I reached for his sperm before I was instructed. I gingerly tapped the
shiny pool of cream and lifted a string off his naked body and rolled it
between my finger and thumb. I held it over his rapidly deflating pistol in
case it dripped.

He said, "No! Take it right off the tip so you get the fresh stuff." With
that he stood his dick up with one hand and grabbed my hand at the wrist and
moved it to its position with the other. I scooped a few drops off the tip
and he said for me to get more. I got the only other drops left and he let
go of my hand. I was not only feeling another boy's sperm but I had just
touched another boy's dick head. He moved his heel again and asked, "Do you
think all boys sperm taste alike?" With that I stood and tossed his naked
leg to the floor.

Right then the phone rang. Jacky picked it up on the second ring and said,
"I need a way out". It was a Matrix joke. He continued to play with his
sperm as he spoke. "Right now? I just got done jacking off... Just the new
kid^ No he just watched. He looks cool enough. Give him time dude, I figure
he's normal... No... No... No don't you dare tease him about it." He sat in
silence for good while. He then began to smile and handled is dick again. It
was stirring to life as he listened.

He held the phone toward me so I bent to put my ear to it without touching
it. I could hear a wet slapping sound and some moaning in the distance.
Jacky smiled at me and said, "You know what that is?" I was afraid to say it
but it sounded like someone jerking his meat rapidly. Jacky said, "It's Ian
from your gym class. He's beating his meat thinking about you naked." I
blushed and grabbed the phone and held it closer to my ear.

Jacky turned on his bare ass and faced me. He took the back of his hand and
ran it up and down the tent under my zipper. I don't know why I let him
handle me like that but I did. He asked, "You got a good sized pecker son,
why don't you whip it out?" I just shook my head and handed him back the
phone. Jacky stood and began to walk around the room stoking his half hard
with his whole fist and letting the sperm drip down each leg. He turned on
the TV and hit mute. I measured his butt cheeks with my eyes. They were
perfectly round and oh so white.  His back looked so long and I wanted so
much to just lick him from the back of his neck to the cleft of his legs.  I
wanted him to do the same to me but only stood fearful that someone might
acutely un-earth my emotions towards this naked friend.

He slapped in a DVD and fast forwarded to the nude scene. It was an orgy. It
had guys and girls in their twenties and thirties in every position doing
everything. He stood within inches and his Mr. Wrinkly was having his
wrinkles ironed out slowly. Each stroke got closer to the TV screen until he
was at full strength again. "Franky, you won't join me in jerking off; would
you at least do me the favor of getting me off one more time tonight?"

With that he hung up the phone and turned up the volume on the TV. He handed
me the hand cream and held my shaking hand to help me draw a line on the
back of his penis like squirting mustard on a hotdog. I stood frozen. "Come
on son. You just touched it when you cleaned off my sperm. Just do it son."

I was getting tired of being called "son" and getting so horned up at the
prospect of jerking someone else's meat. I had never been this close to an
erection except on the internet and I felt like I was about to pass out. I
finally just slipped my hand over his shaft and he stepped closer to my
body. My legs went wobbly and I stopped breathing for a second. My eyes
fluttered and sweat formed on my upper lip.  I licked it off with my pink
tongue.  I adjusted my finger position slightly and then adjusted again.

He whispered in my ear, "Show me your technique. Do me like you do
yourself."

I made my familiar fist and rested the tender under-belly of his rod in the
crease of my palm. He took my free hand and moved it to his ball sack. I
rolled each one with my finger tips and then pulled each one down and let it
swing. He began breathing through his open mouth with eyes closed and kept
leaning into me as I tugged on his log. Eventually his open mouth touched my
lips.

I clinched my lips and turned my head. He took my face in his hands and
kissed me again. This time his tongue licked my closed lips and began to
probe into my mouth. I nervously opened my lips and let him probe every
corner of my mouth but did not know how to French kiss back, so I just kept
concentrating on the impossibly heavy flesh in my right hand and the goose
egg nuts in my left. He licked my ears and told me to do the same to him.

I did but his ears were waxy and tasted sharp. He ran my shirt up to my
shoulders and rested his palms on my flat almost non-existent chest. He
tugged at my small flesh colored erect nipples and he asked me to take off
the shirt. I did and it just fell to the floor. He ran his fingers through
my hair and kissed my neck. He moved his hips into and out of my grip and
made his way to connect my tits with his tongue.

His hands went to my belt and I stopped and backed away. I let go of his rod
and just stared.

I didn't know how I got to this place and did not know how to get out. I
felt suddenly confused and lost. I felt like I had just betrayed my body and
my soul. I was thinking that I was about to get caught at something
terrible. I cried softly as I looked for my shirt.

"Damn son, what's going on? I thought we were getting on pretty well here.
Why did you stop? Your hands are really great." He reached for my hands but
I left then go limp in his grip. I answered, "I'm just so afraid. I am
afraid that if I let you at my dick I am going to turn gay."

He giggled for a moment and then looked into my eyes gently. He collected
his words for a moment and then spoke as teacher in a classroom. "Look at
me. When you came into my room and saw me in bed with the covers on did that
make you gay? When I opened up the covers and showed you my naked body did
you stop liking girls?" I shook my head No. He told me to say it out loud. I
said "No. I still like girls". When I jerked my meat did you turn into a
faggot? When I shot my load did you go all queer?" I answered, "No." He
continued, "when I fingered my sperm and you watched did that turn you? When
you touched my cock head did that change who you are?" I said, "Not at all.
I still like girls." He said "look at me. Is the sight of me making you gay
or the feel of your hand on my cock making you gay, or the feel of my tongue
making you gay?" I shook my head and he said again, "Say it out loud." I
said "NO! Fuck no." He laughed and said, "That's the spirit.

Now, we have been friends for only a short time and already you have seen me
jerk off and you have watched my porn and helped me jerk off and I have yet
to even lay eyes on your stuff. Don't you think it is time?"

I shrugged my shoulders and opened my pants. Jacky smiled greedily and knelt
in front of me and looked at the erect dick snaking out of my boxer briefs.
He touched it with his fingertip and again with his lips. He pulled my pants
and shorts to my ankles and tapped me on the back of the leg to get me to
lift my feet and step out of my cloths. He slipped off my socks in the same
motion and then looked back to my package. He began to suck gently.

Here we were naked and my mind reeling in pleasure. We were just two guys
helping out each other. I watched in the mirror on the back of his door to
see me staring in my own porn movie. It was too good not to watch. It was
just so surreal. It was an emotional roller coaster. One second I'm getting
my first hand job, the next I'm crying and then next I'm on the verge of
cumming into a new friend's mouth. What a dream! I found myself holding his
head still and humping his face. It was just instinct but felt so right.

When I shot it was so quick that I did not have time to tell Jacky to move
so I ended up cumming down his thought. He drank in every drop. I came so
quickly but it was so good. Each lump of liquid sent pleasure down my spine
and over my chest. He rose and clinched our naked bodies together and we
kissed again.

The phone rang again and it was Ian. Jacky answered, "Yaw. Not bad huh? It
is big. No... pure natural talent." He placed the phone on his naked chest
and told me that Ian liked the show. With that Jacky waved at the open
window across the street.

I noticed the window was open earlier but had not thought about it since he
had started work on his second orgasm. I looked at Jacky as if to ask, "Who
are you waving at." He spoke into the receiver again, "He can't see you. I'm
going to turn out the lights." As he did Ian turned on his light across the
street and exposed his completely naked body. He turned to give the profile
of his erection and waved with binoculars in his hand. Jacky spoke into the
phone. "Stay just like that I want Franky to see his admirer."

Jacky pulled a pair of binoculars out from under his bed and handed them to
me. I knelt next to the window and got a close up view of Ian's body with
the powerful glasses. He touched himself for me and spread his cheeks. He
licked his fingers and then ran the wet fingers over his dick head. I looked
up at my naked new friend and asked, "Can he come over here?" Jacky patted
me on the head and said, "Son, he just asked for you to go over there... by
yourself." I rose and dressed and walked over to Ian's without a word. This
was going to be a great neighborhood.

My body was still sensitive from the action and could feel every fiber of my
cotton boxer briefs as I walked. My still electrified balls nestled up next
to my moist flesh and my stomach was somehow sore from all the excitement. I
waved to the family that had not moved from in front of the TV and walked
outside.

I had only taken a few steps when Jacky's sister Tess came out and called me
by name, "Franky, wait a second." I turned. "Did he just have you?"

I was shocked. My worst fears were coming true. I had gotten caught. I
stammered, "What? Me? Have me? No. No! Of course not. Why do you ask?"

She smiled and said, "You didn't put up much of a fight. He turns all the
cute boys. One hour with him and your queer bait. You know he only goes
after the big hummers. You must be well hung for him to get you so fast. Can
you let me see it?"

She pulled me behind a bush. "I don't know. Is this right?" She smiled and
unzipped my pants.
"You need to come over after school one day and let me show you what real
sex is all about. I bet before tonight you never even had a dick in your
hand let alone in you ass." I responded quickly, "He never put it up inside
me. We just helped each other out."

I had said too much.

She dug her hand into my fly and made contact with my hot moist meat. She
pulled it our gently through the fly and let it hang in the evening air. In
the soft light of the setting sun my junk looked red, almost purple, and was
still wet. She felt it and rolled it. She said she wanted to see it hard and
she began jacking it with the tips of the fingers on both hands. She cooed
in approval. "This is a big one. You are lucky. How long does it measure?"

"I don't know. I have never measured it. I know it is the biggest on our
sixth grade basketball team."

She looked surprised, "Sixth grade? I figured you were older. I have not
seen a boy in the eighth grade with a rod as big as yours."

"Jacky's is bigger." I replied.

She answered, "No. I just watched him jack off little Jacky last night with
Ian and I'm telling you that yours is a good inch longer and just as thick.
His is just fleshy where yours is rock hard."

Instead of tucking my stuff back inside my under shorts she just scooted it
out of the way of the zipper and zipped me back up. She patted me on the ass
and kissed me on the lips and said, "You be here after school tomorrow and I
will show you real sex."

I stumbled to Ian's house in a fog of lust and knocked on the door. His
little brother met me at the door in an old flannel shirt that hung to his
nine year old knees, and the cuffs were rolled up to his elbows in huge
wads. He took me upstairs and opened the bathroom door. He motioned for me
to go in and said, "Stud boy is waiting. Hope you fags have fun." and he
slammed the door.

Ian lay in a large garden tub with the jets going. He lifted his body to the
surface to show me his bubble crested dick. He extended a hand to me and I
took it. He grabbed my hand and pulled me very close indeed and placed my
hand on his shaft. He smiled and said, "Now that the awkward part is over
let's see your goods up close."

He opened my pants and my hard-on sprung out like a jack in the box. He
laughed in delight. He leaned in to lick it like a sucker and then took the
head into his mouth. He said, "O.K. boy, strip and give me head."

I slowly took off my cloths and explained that I had never given head and he
would have to show me. Ian was turning into a queen right in front of me. He
spoke in an imperial manner and called for his brother, "Bobby." His voice
cracked as he called. In a second Bobby opened the door in his flannel
shirt. He came in and asked "What?"

Ian told him that I needed a lesson on head jobs and for him to give it to
me. Bobby bent at the waist and took my meat in one slurp. The sensation of
his little red mouth on my shaft made me jump and then the overly sensitive
glands began to tremble in his young lips. He was good. He was better than
Jacky. His tongue action alone was so wonderful that I was building in less
than a minute. Bobby stopped and explained what he had done with his lips,
teeth, tongue and soft pallet. He went back bringing me even closer to the
point of no return then broke again. I was so amazed at how common place
this nine year old was about head. He then explained what he had just done
with his hard pallet, under-tongue, jaws and hands. Then he went back for
thirds and combined them all in a random group of pleasure while running the
blade of his hand up and down in my warm crack.

As quickly as he started he stopped. I was so horny that I could feel the
pre-cum in the starters blocks just below my acorn. Bobby stood on the
closed toilet and lifted his shirt. He was naked under it and his nine year
old three incher was at full attention. He instructed me to try everything
he had just showed me. I looked at Ian and he nodded.

I dug in and found that I liked his fresh taste and appreciate the lack of
hair. This was nice. As I practiced on Bobby I could feel Ian undressing me
and his wet hands caressing my uncovered body. I felt so free and so scared
at the same time. I could hear that Ian was stepping out of the tub now and
he was nuzzling his dick into my ass crack. He spread my warm cheeks and lay
his throbbing meat in between and rubbed. He reached around to my dick and
fingered my bone with a gentle ease.

I let go of Bobby for a second to ask if I was doing it right and Bobby
slapped me on the back of he head and said not to stop until he said stop.

I could feel Ian doing something and realized that he was lifting Bobby's
shirt off his body. All three of us were now naked in the big bathroom.

It took a while but Bobby final started showing signs that he was building.
He grunted and shook. His orgasm was dry and short but it was good for him.
Bobby stepped off the toilet lid, thanked us both and opened the door with
his shirt in hand. There was a girl standing there. It was Becky, his 11
year old sister. "How long are you boys going to be? I need my shower."

I was reduced to complete embarrassment. She had seen me with my erection
pointed right at her, and Ian was all over my back. She probably thought he
was up in my brown hole. And Bobby was right there naked talking to her.
What did she think? I covered my dick with my open hands and tried to turn
away. She smiled and said, "Let me see it."

I looked at Ian over my shoulder and he said. "Becky this is my new friend
Franky. Franky this is Becky... this is my sister." He then reached around
each side of my hips and opened my hands to reveal my still hard dick. "And
this is little Franky." Becky reached out and softly rode my dick from root
to foreskin with her fingers. "There is nothing little about this guy."

This is the third person to tell me I had big dick tonight. I was getting
suspicious about the comments. At first I figured they had just not seen a
lot of dicks before me, but now I was wondering if they were just being nice
or if a compliment about a big dick was just a code that they were looking
at a tooth-pick dick. I was bigger than Ian but smaller than Jacky. And both
of them were at least two years older.

As Becky rolled my piss slit with her thumb my attention came back to the
pleasure I was having. She lifted her night gown and lowered her panties to
show her small tuft of pubic hair that she had trimmed into a triangle. She
slipped one finger into her pussy while still stroking the hell out of my
new erection.

Becky said, "Do you boys want me to join you?" I was willing but Ian said,
"Some other time. I'm still breaking this wild bronco."

With the heel of her hand on my shaft, the sight of her pussy, taste of
Bobby still fresh in my mouth, and the feel of Jacky still on my back with
his wiener in my bun I could not help it. I came all over Becky's hand.

I shot a load as big as I ever had despite the fact that I had just gave a
large deposit at the first bank of Franky thirty minutes before. Becky shut
the door but not before I could see Bobby slip his hand down her panties. He
was still naked and hard again.

Ian stepped back into warm bubbling inviting the tube and helped me in also.
He lay on the bottom and I stood straddle of his waist. He was admiring my
body and I was getting an awkward feeling, like I was on display for him.
After a long silence he lifted himself to a ledge on the tub and lit a
candle. He switched off the lights and he asked me to go down on him.

I knelt in the bubbling water and watched my reflection in the mirrored wall
beside and in front of me. It was again like being in my own private porn
video. I took his dick into my mouth like bobby had shown me and slurped
like there was no tomorrow. He was really getting into it and he rubbed my
hair and back as I engulfed his body with my body. His four and a half inch
circumcised tan dick was beginning to twitch inside my mouth. I knew he was
on the edge and I did not want to stop but I did not want to taste his
sperm. Suddenly my mouth was full of a tasteless fluid. I determined it was
pre-cum and took my mouth off his dick and spit into the water. I continued
with my hand. I looked at my new friend and he had that raw animal look in
his face. The shadows covered his eyes but his mouth told the story that I
should get back on his rod.

He began pumping my face and I thought I might gag on his rod but it was
just a fraction too short to make me gag. He lifted himself up on his hands
and fucked my mouth like it was a virgin cunt. I guess in a way it was.

As the first lump of cum hit my tongue I pulled off and finished him with my
hands. He continued to hump my hands and then sank down into the warm
waiting water. He pulled me on top of him and we embraced and kissed. Our
tongues twisted like snakes in heat. I ground my rod into his and we felt
each other's bodies. He slowed the pace and lifted me onto the ledge where
he had received my services. He asked me if I liked head. I told him I did
and he touched his lips to the tip of my throbbing, wonderfully aching,
totally over-used foreskin and brushed it so lightly.

I shivered at his deliberate sensitive stokes. The smell of his musk was
floating above the water and the lavender candle was flickering in its
non-rhythmic manor that shot new images of his face to me every second. He
took my tip into his wet lips and sucked only on the fleshy point. He worked
his tongue into my moist shroud and did not stop until he made contact with
my hot acorn.

His thin little tongue ran laps around my head and even tried to bore a
larger hole down my slit. He stretched my skin out with only his tongue and
let it snap back for a time until it only slowly molded back to its unique
shape. He turned his head sideways and fit his lips around my shaft and
sucked as he worked it up and down. He used his tongue to trace the paths
the veins had taken. We worked them out like a Louis and Clark expedition
map. He went back to the head where he began eating the dick, one lump at a
time. He let the head into his mouth and ran it against the underside of his
tongue. Then it was time for a bit of the shaft. He licked the outside of my
shaft and at the same time found my tits with his fingers. I relaxed the arm
I figured was keeping him from full access, and he continued to give me all
the pleasure I wanted. As he got to the base of the shaft he began pumping
like his brother had done. I placed a hand on my nuts and worked my cock
root though the scrotum.

With out warning he stopped. He looked up at me from between my legs and
asked, "How are you doing?" I answered, "Good, real good. Can we get back to
it, please now please." He rubbed my inner thigh and said, in a second. "How
would you like to spend he night?" I said "Yes."

He reached to the wall behind us and pulled a phone off he wall. My first
thought was that it was odd to have a phone in the bathroom, but then he
asked my number. I told him the number and he dialed and handed it to me. I
said, "Hey, Mom. Can I spend the night at Ian's tonight? No I left there."
She asked me what we had done and I almost said, sucking dicks, but instead
I answered, "Sucking... tooth picks. No, it's a game you play with tooth
picks and a straw. No its not dangerous... I'll just borrow something from
Ian to sleep in." She had a million questions but I only said, "Can I just
sleep with Ian?"

As she began her second lecture of how to act in public Ian went back to
work. I was fighting my urges to moan and writhe but instead I just lost all
concentration as he tucked my balls into his mouth and hummed while he
jerked me off in a non-rhythmic motion. As mom was winding down he reversed
his position and clamped down on my erection while humming and roughly
squeezed my nuts then probed my ass with his two little fingers. I said
good-by and hung up as soon as humanely possible.

I could not believe he had done that. I was talking to my mother while
getting head. That must be some special kind of sin. He just giggled and
continued to probe and blow. I was building up pressure and needed a release
valve to burst. I went to work on my tits myself and he pulled on my rod
with his lips like he was trying to draw my balls out of my penis by force.
I rocked from side to side and realized that my balls were not rolling with
me. I felt of them to find Ian's hands there and only a shriveled pack of
skin where at one time a pair of handsome kiwi fruits hung. I gave a heave
and lay three pearls of cum across his neck like a diamond necklace.

I laughed out loud and sunk back into the waiting water. He lay on top of me
and rested his ear on my heart. The warm bubbles felt like giant tongues on
my electrified flesh. I was near passing out from so much sex. When I
dropped off to sleep in the tub Ian woke me up by biting my nipples.

He got my attention and I sat up in the water. He explained, "I hope you're
not disappointed with me, but I was asking for Bobby. He wants to spend the
night with you in his bed. I am going over to Jacky's for some sex tonight.
And if Bobby does not please you, you can have Becky."
I hated getting out of the warm swirling jets of bubbly love. Ian was out
and dried in seconds with his towel around himself. He opened the door and
stuck his head into Bobby's room. He told him the good news. I wrapped a
towel around me and lay out on Ian's bed while he dressed.

I don't know how long I was there but when I woke up it was dark outside, I
was cold and alone, and the light was out and his door shut. I had left home
at 6:30 that night and now it was going on 10:30 by the look of his clock
radio. I sat up and saw that my towel had been opened and my pecker was
awake and my nuts were back to normal.

I stood to look for signs of life. I strapped the towel back around my waist
and walked to the hall. I noticed a light coming from under Bobby's room. I
tried the door but it was locked. I knocked and heard the small squeaky
voice of Bobby say, "Who is it?" I answered, "Franky." He asked, "Are you
alone?" I said "Yes." He slowly opened the door and then let me in.

He was naked except for a pirate hat and sword. On the bed were two other
boys also naked. They had their hands tied behind their backs and had
British flags sticking out of their asses. Bobby swatted them on their pink
butt cheeks with the broad side of his plastic sword. He said, "I was about
to make them walk the plank." I offered, "Why don't they walk my
plank^together."

The two boys looked like they could be twin brothers.  We sat them on the
edge of the bed and I positioned my crotch in their faces. I peeled off my
towel and placed both boy's lips on my own cock-head and said, "Avast," and
"Swab the deck" and "suck me or I'll beat you."

They both had a measly four or five hairs at the base of rather impressive
un-cut woodys. They let their tongues touch over my erection and under my
balls. Latter Bobby and I positioned them so they had to 69 each other,
kiss, and butt fuck each other. Bobby and I entertained each other's dicks
all the time. Finally one called uncle and was let go and Bobby took his
place.

This boy was a talented little whore and felt me from top to bottom then
sucked me everywhere he had touched. This went on until sun-up when we
decided to get some sleep. I went back to Ian's bed with one of the twins
and Bobby stayed with the other.

I looked at the crumpled pile of my cloths in the floor of the bathroom and
fir the first time in my life I was repulsed at the thought of putting back
on cloths.  In the morning I would have to get dressed.  What a pisser! I
lay facing the twin and nuzzled my half hard into his limp pecker.  I tried
to rehears the events of the day but kept falling off to sleep. As I dozed
off I remembered about Jackie's sister offering me "Real Sex" after school
today and could not imagine what else I could do. Yesterday I was a virgin
and today I am a man!