Date: Mon, 26 Nov 2012 09:55:25 -0600 From: Charles Hughes Subject: OUR SEX CLUB - 12 Young Friends b/b/b/b (oral anal) This story is completely fiction; it is the story of two young school boys and their friends. If you are not 18, or if it is illegal for any reason for you to read such material, you must leave now. Copyright 2012 Charles Hughes, all rights reserved. If you would like to copy the story, please, just ask. This is the concluding chapter of the story of the boys' Sex Club. I'm grateful for the many responses! The responses help me assess various options for a story, and I do listen to readers. I will answer all emails (I love to hear from you); please put the title of the story in the Subject line and use this address: the.back.door@hotmail.com And THIS IS IMPORTANT: Readers, if you enjoy reading the stories at Nifty, please consider making a donation so their work can continue. http://donate.nifty.org/donate. OUR SEX CLUB – 12 The next week Marty and I spent a lot of time watching Seth and Alfred eating each other's ass. Now that they had tried it, they did it a lot right before a fuck! We were usually outside at the Clearing or the Rock where we could see better. It was sometimes hard to see in the Barn. The following Saturday was another great day at the Rock, all of us naked all day, pissing and sucking and kissing and fucking. We were really horsing around when we peed from the top of the overlook, and Marty accidentally peed on Alfred's leg. We laughed like crazy, but Alfred didn't think it was funny. So the next time he peed on Marty. This Sex Club was the best thing in the world! Marty and I were trying to decide how I could get another night in his bed, too. On Friday I met them at the "Y" and told them I was going to be gone for a few days -- my Uncle Gil had died. I told them we were leaving first thing the next morning -- it would take all day to drive up there -- and would get back Tuesday night. Pa couldn't get any more time off. We got back really late that Tuesday. I was so tired from the trip, but I couldn't sleep. I kept thinking about the next day. I met them at the "Y" again, and Marty hugged me; Seth and Alfred said they were glad to see me back. We started off for school. How could I tell them? What could I say? I just blurted it out. "We're going to move." They stopped. I swallowed. "My Aunt Minnnie wants Pa to run Uncle Gil's hardware store. It's a lot better job than what he has now. We pack this week..." I was talking fast to get it all out; I ran out of breath. "When?" Seth and Alfred asked together. "Sunday, first thing in the morning." "This Sunday? That's just five days away!" Seth said. I couldn't look at Marty. He wasn't saying a word. We walked pretty slow on the way to school, so we were late; the bell had just rung. Old Hawk Eyes watched us walk in the door to the classroom and gave us her look. We slipped into our seats, and Alfred blurted out, "Eddie's moving." Old Hawk Eyes said she was sorry to hear that but she knew I'd do well in my new school. She made me stand and tell about it. I just said a little. I didn't have anything much to say. At lunch, me and Marty didn't run to the shithouse like we usually did. We were kind of slow, so we had to wait in line. We talked, but we didn't really say anything. When we came out, we ate lunch at our usual spot, and we were all kind of quiet. We got back into the classroom, and I realized Marty wasn't behind us. "Where is Martin?" Alfred said real quickly, "I think he got sick. Went home." But we didn't know where he was. Or why he left. I couldn't pay attention that afternoon to anything at all. As soon as school was over we ran to the Barn. Marty was there, sitting with his back to the wall. Alfred told him what he'd said to Old Hawk Eyes, but Marty didn't say anything. I sat next to him and put my arm around him. "Are you sick, Marty?" He just shook his head 'no,' and in a minute stood up and started stripping. So we did, too. We played with dicks for a while, and Alfred wanted to suck me. Then Marty sucked me. I rubbed his back while he did it. My eyes blurred. We didn't do anything else. The next day we met at the "Y" and it was like nothing at all had happened. We went on to school. Marty had brought a note from his ma; I don't know what it said. He poked me a few times during class and rubbed his crotch. I giggled too loud once -- as usual. And I got a hardon, which Marty noticed right away. I think we were pretending that nothing had changed. Lunch was like usual, joking and teasing. Alfred whispered that he wanted to get fucked after school. Marty laughed and told Alfred he was so horny he'd wear out his dick before he was ever able to cum. We laughed. During the afternoon recess Marty got real quiet again, like he had the day before. We went into the shithouse to pee together, and I held his hand. "Please, Marty, don't leave." I was afraid he'd leave like yesterday. But he didn't. And on the way to the Barn we were joking, slapping butts, and laughing like we always did. Alfred was half naked before he even got inside the Barn, and Seth did what I'd told him about one time. He lay on his back and let Alfred lower himself on his cock. That made my cock andasshole both throb! White ass sliding down the black pole. Alfred cooed like a baby riding that dark cock! He went up and down so long I wondered if Seth's dick would get sore! When Seth came, Alfred just fell forward on Seth, that big dark cock still stuck in his ass. Marty and I lay down so we could suck each other at the same time. He smiled while we watched Alfred ride Seth. Then he stared at Alfred's ass with Seth's cock for a long time. We went back to sucking, and both of us had a great cum. Friday was pretty much the same, sort of usual. But things were quieter at the Barn. While we peed, Seth asked if we'd be getting together to go to the Rock the next morning. I said 'yes' so loudly and quickly it was kind of embarrassing. I got down so Alfred could fuck me. He wanted to eat my ass first, and that was sure okay with me! Alfred had sort of changed in the time he'd been in the Sex Club. He was a little more ready to try new things, though he still had to be coaxed sometimes. But he was always horny to do something. For some reason, when Alfred licked at my hole he turned me on a lot more than usual, and when I felt him put his dick in, I knew I needed more. I didn't know what else to do, so I asked Marty for his cock. He knelt in front of me, and I sucked while I was fucked. Hot in my mouth, sliding in and out of my lips, my ass... Both ends. Cock at both ends. I felt Marty shift, and when I looked up, he was sucking Seth. We were connected. All four of us. That was the way it was supposed to be. We were connected, every one of us. The next morning Seth and Alfred were already there when I got to the Clearing, and Marty walked up in a minute. Alfred was eager to do some sucking right away for some reason, so the three of us stripped for him and stood in a line. One big chocolate cock with little pink dicks on either side. And Alfred got down on his knees and just went down the line, sucking first one, then the next, then the next. It sure made us last a lot longer. As Alfred moved along the line, the two cocks he wasn't sucking bobbed, like they were searching for his mouth again. "Alfred," I asked, "where the fuck did you ever hear about something like this -- a whole row of cocks to suck?" He couldn't answer because he had a dick in his mouth -- Seth's right then. So Seth answered for him. "He doesn't need to hear about anything; he just dreams stuff up, pretty wild sometimes." I was going to ask what "wild" meant, but Alfred moved to my dick again, and it was just too much to feel that little mouth around my cock to try and talk at the same time. Marty was the first to explode. Alfred had barely gotten his mouth around Marty's cock -- I don't know how many times it had been -- when Marty almost doubled over and grunted hard. Alfred grinned at him and moved to Seth. Seth lasted through that one, but I couldn't take much when Alfred got in front of me. When he sucked in my dick and started licking it inside my mouth, I came right away. Seth lasted for a while longer, but then he had to grab Alfred's head and shove his cock into him hard. Albert didn't gag or make any kind of a sound. He just sucked until Seth was finished. He opened his mouth to show us Seth's cum, then swallowed it. We sat back on the ground or the log. I don't know about everybody else, but my cock still tingled. "You guys," Seth said, "me and Alfred decided not to go to the Rock today. We're going to go play in his barn." "And we'll probably get some sucking done," Alfred said; but he didn't sound very happy about it. Then I realized what they were doing. They were letting me and Marty have the Rock to ourselves that day. Seth hugged me and said he'd miss me. Alfred hugged me, and there were tears in his eyes. They left, and Marty and I walked to the Rock. We stripped down under the overhang and then went up to the top to pee off the edge. We sat together for a while, our feet hanging over the edge and leaning into each other. After a while, Marty turned and kissed me. It was one of those long, deep, wet kisses. I felt his tongue go everywhere in my mouth. It was fast at first, then we slowed down and kept kissing. I felt his hand on my dick; he stroked me and got me hard. We were still kissing when I founnd his cock -- already hard -- and rubbed it. We spread the blankets for our lunch. Marty asked a lot of questions about where we were moving -- it was way at the other end of the state -- and what the new town would be like. I didn't have many answers. When we finished eating, he rolled over to me, and we started kissing. Then we moved so we could suck each other at the same time. Marty's cock filled my mouth; he tasted so good. I felt his fingers on my balls. I moved down a little so I could lick and suck his balls. We always went slow when we sucked like that, to make it last longer. He finally came while I was sucking one of his balls. I could feel his ball moving in my mouth as I heard his groans. Then I came. Marty wanted me to to fuck him. I was still hard, but I ate his ass first -- I think he knew I would. My tongue worked around his pucker, then licked up and down across it. I could feel the wet on my tongue and lips; it made my lips slide over his hole. And then I put my dick in place. I fucked as deep as I could. Slow, then fast, the way we liked it. When I got real fast, Marty started bucking back into me, and I shoved as hard as I could. I wanted to pound his ass... I wanted to dive in deep my whole body inside him with the warm tunnel around me moving against me... moving in deep to stay forever deep hot ooooo... My cum was a hard one, a long one. When I finished I realized there were tears on my face. I didn't want Marty to see, so I wiped them away before he turned around. "I want you now," he said. I lay on my back, the way I like to sometimes, so I could watch him. He moved down to eat my ass first, and I could see only the top of his head. His tongue made me hard all over again. When he flicked his tongue fast over my hole my dick lurched and throbbed. Then he raised one of my legs and lay his cock at my hole. I wanted him inside so bad I think I opened my door as wide as I could. He slid in, all the way down, and started a slow fucking. I watched him moving. I could just glimpse the base of his cock as it moved in and out of me. I watched his belly tense every time he pushed in. I watched the muscles of his chest move as he tightened his grip. I could see the concentration on his face. He kept it going for so long I wondered if his dick might hurt afterwards. So slowly, in and out. I was groaning, feeling his cock inside, moving, moving inside... "O fuck Eddie o fuck Eddie o fuck Eddie fuckfuckfuck..." Marty kept going slow, even though he sounded like he was near his cum. So slow I couldn't take it; I shoved my ass back on his cock. Then he rammed his cock in deep as he had his cum. His moan was different than I'd ever heard before, long and deep. He waited for a minute before he pulled out, and I loved the feel of his cock just lying in my ass, while I warmed it and it warmed me. And we lay side by side for a while. We got up to sit at the edge of the overlook again. "I love being naked outdoors," I said. "You'll grow up to be a nudist." "What's that?" I asked "A nudist is somebody who's naked all the time." "Then I'll be a nudist," I grinned. "That's me." "Well, you'll have to live someplace where nudists live. Lots of them." "Okay," I said; "I won't mind that." "You'll probably be hard all the time," Marty grinned. We sat there a while longer and then he put his arm around me, pulled me to him, and kissed. Just briefly, on the lips. Then again, only longer, and this time our tongues met, and he pulled me tighter while our mouths were mashed together. Then he got gentle again. I sat up. He looked out at the meadow below. "It's not always about sex, you know," he said quietly. "What's not?" "Me kissing you." I wasn't sure what he meant, but he pulled me back and lowered me in front of him with his arm underneath, holding me. I looked up at his face, and we kissed again. Long, gentle. When I lay back, my head was on his lap. I knew his dick was under my head somewhere, but I couldn't feel it. I looked up at his face again, this time past his chest and nipples. He was smiling. My hand was on his chest, and I moved my fingers just a little, just so he would feel it there. We lay like that for a while as I looked at him and he looked at me. Then he reached down for my dick and stroked it. I got hard right away. "But this," he said, "is definitely about sex. He rolled over and sucked me in; I turned my face to suck on his dick. We were right at the edge of the overlook, but I didn't even think about falling off. All I thought about was two dicks and two boys... writhing in the sun... I ran my fingers lightly over the outside of his thighs on either side of my face and nursed on his dick like a baby on a bottle. We were both hard, but we didn't come close to a cum, either one of us. All we wanted right then was to suck, taste, eat... He rolled over again and began to play his fingers around my chest and on my nipples. He just lay there and looked at me while his fingers moved. Then he stroked my cheek and my neck, kissed my shoulder, and rubbed me gently all the way down to my belly. He lowered his head and kissed my dick, all over. He held it in one hand and kissed it up and down and all around. His lips were so warm and soft. He sat up and jacked me slowly for a while, then he leaned in and sucked my cock gently, using his tongue only when it was outside his mouth. He'd lick, the suck only part of my cockhead in. When it slid out between his lips, he'd lick it all around again. He fastened his lips around the crown of my cockhead and began to gently pull at it, making my shaft stretch. As he pulled, his tongue flicked over my peehole inside his mouth. His fingers rolled my balls around. He kept sucking as he tickled me right unde my balls, right where it's so sensitive. I didn't think I could take much more. My cock was so hot and red and pulsing it was close to painful. But I didn't want him to stop. My dick in his mouth forever... licking my peehole forever... sucking softly and gently forever... But the time came when I couldn't keep still. I began to wiggle my ass and hips under him. He kept licking, sucking. I moaned but couldn't find any words; I wasn't even sure what I wanted to say. My thighs quivered, my belly tensed. It began in deep, that clock spring tightening, that falling off the cliff, that big growing thing that had to happen soon... bigger and it needed to happen... a tingle that almost hurt, hurt so good... "AAaaaaaaaaa... aaaaaaaaaahhh... uuuhhhhhhhh cummmmmmm... ooooooooo marteeeeeee... oooooo..." I was shaking inside and outside, even after it was over. I could hardly catch my breath. And it was... it was... Marty... We lay still, and then realized that it was getting late. Ma had told me I had all day; she knew I would be missing my friends and needed this time. We went back down under the overhang, put the blankets away, and got dressed. We walked back pretty slowly. When we got to the Clearing, Marty grabbed me and hugged me tight. He wouldn't let go. It started to hurt, but I didn't care. He stood back, and I saw tears streaming down his cheeks. It was the first time he'd cried since I told him we'd be moving. He blinked fast. That made me cry, almost sob. He grabbed me hard again for a long tight hug. He whispered in my ear, "I love you, Eddie." He turned and ran through the woods back to his place. I didn't sleep at all that night. Ma said I would make new friends, and she was right. I did, at least after a while. But I cried myself to sleep the first couple of nights. In the seventh grade I found a boy who liked sex the way I did, and we got together a lot. In high school we found two other guys, so we had a lot of sex. It was good, too. It wasn't any sex club, but it was good. Pa had done really well with the hardware store. He said that even in bad times, people needed hammers and nails. We moved into a really nice house. He and Ma were happier than they had been for a while, and that made me happy, too. When I graduated, they helped me apply for scholarships for college, and I enrolled in the state university. It was a huge place. The first full day I was there we had freshman orientation in a great big auditorium, and I'd never seen so many people together in the same place. As I looked around, I thought I saw someone who looked familiar, but I couldn't place him. He was all the way on the other side, so I couldn't see very clearly; but when he turned his head a little, I was shocked. Was that Marty? It was Marty! I almost shot out of my seat! When he saw me in the hallway afterwards, he did a double-take. We hugged each other so hard and for so long people were beginning to stare. We sat down on a bench outside to catch up on everything. Schools, family, plans. He said that Alfred has quit high school as soon as he could, lied about his age, and joined the navy. He didn't know where he was now. Seth had graduated with Marty -- Seth was the validictorian -- and decided to go to college back in Alabama. Marty told me he was living in a dorm with a roommate he didn't especially like, at least yet, anyway. I told him I had a single room in a private home right at the edge of campus. And that my landlady, the only other person in the house, worked and wouldn't be back until after 5:30 in the afternoon. We skipped the rest of orientation and went to my room. When we got there, we did what we couldn't do in the hallway. We hugged, so tight it almost hurt. He was so strong. Then we kissed, long and deep and wet and so warm. Lips, tongue... Our hips bumped against each other as our bulges grew. We humped into each other, and still we kissed. When we broke apart, we stepped back a little and then stripped, just as we had always done. We stood there looking at each other for a minute, just as we had always done. Our bodies had changed so much since the sixth grade! So we discovered each other all over again. We didn't have sex. We made love. Two days later we moved into an apartment together. That was over four years ago now. Marty is sitting over there finishing his last term paper. We'll graduate in a couple of months, and we're looking forward to being teachers. We don't know for sure yet just where we'll be going, but we know one thing for sure. Marty and I will be going there together. Me and Marty.