Date: Sat, 10 Apr 1999 21:52:10 PDT From: Jeffy Subject: Party Animal All of the usual disclaimers apply. This story is entirely fictional. No house pets, rain forests or lab animals were harmed in the writing of this story. It is intended for adults only. You can send comments or constructive criticism to Jeffs71@Hotmail.com. Flames will be ignored so don't bother. Otherwise, enjoy! "Listen! Do you smell something?" - - Dr. Egon Spengler "Party Animal" By Jeffy Chapter 1 Ritchie stood at the urinal in the rest room of the local park relieving his bursting bladder. He was a gorgeous boy, just turned 11, with hazel eyes and straight honey-blond hair cut into a bowl shape, even if he thought of himself as being plain looking. It was a warm early June night, the Sun just having set and most of the families that frequented the park had packed up and gone home a while ago. That left the rest room deserted, which was just fine with Ritchie. As he dropped his shorts and sent a stream of pee arching high into the urinal as he moaned loudly, he didn't hear the older boy come in. Steve walked into the restroom, just as intent on his bursting bladder as Ritchie had been when he stopped dead in his tracks, confronted my a vision from Heaven. In front of him was a beautiful young boy, wearing a tank top, sport sandals, and a smile as he peed. His shorts were pooled at his feet, exposing his pert, round butt cheeks for all to see. Steve could only stop and stare for a moment as he listened to the lad groaning his relief. Then his own bladder rudely reminded him that it too needed to be emptied, like NOW, and he stepped up to the next urinal (thanking the fates that the county hadn't put up partitions between them) and unzipped his own shorts. After a moment, he let them and his underwear drop to the floor to give the kid a good view of his 14 year-old equipment, thinking to himself that fair is fair. He let out a long stream of piss and moaned, just as the younger boy was doing. He opened his eyes to see the younger boy grinning at him, totally unembarrassed. "Really hadda go huh? Me too!" Steve couldn't help but notice the lively sparkle in the boy's eyes. `I'm in love, I'm in love!' he thought to himself. He reached out and caressed the back of the boy's head and neck, feeling the soft short bristles of his totally rad haircut and the soft warm skin of his neck. The boy's grin only widened. Then he looked down at the older boy's crotch and his mouth fell open in wonder. He saw a half-hard adolescent prick for the first time. "Wow!" he breathed, almost involuntarily, awed by the 7 thick inches of Steve's dick. He had a medium amount of hair around it but so far that was his only hair except for on his head. "I'm Steve, nice to meet you." He said in a decidedly shaky voice. He just couldn't stop staring at the wonderfully smooth, tanned body next to him. Not to mention the 2" circumcised dick and small balls that both looked like perfection personified. "I'm Ritchie, with a 't'." He reached over to shake hands, pee still dribbling out of his boydick. They both shook hands feeling like they had entered an episode of the Twilight Zone. Ritchie boldly held on to Steve's hand longer than necessary, enjoying the physical contact. His parents, both dedicated professionals, almost never touched him although they did provide everything in the way of possessions that anyone could ask for. He always supposed it was the only way they knew how to love him. An awkward silence developed. Both boys finished and shook their penises off, getting the last dribble of pee out. When Ritchie shivered Steve thought he'd cum right then. Both left their shorts around their ankles and unashamedly checked the other out. "Ritchie! Let's go, hurry up!" The shout from outside startled them both. Ritchie pulled up his shorts and tied the drawstring quickly. Steve, thinking furiously, put a hand on his arm. "Listen, I know we just met, but, um, would you like to go to a party tomorrow night with me? There'll be lots of other kids there, it'll be a great time!" Ritchie, with his trademark grin, simply answered "Yes. When and where?" His parents had taught him to be concise and direct. "Meet me here, eight o'clock. It's not far." With yet another grin, Ritchie shot through the door and was gone. Steve's knees felt weak and he felt faint. Was it actually going to happen? Would Ritchie show up? He hoped so, but there was nothing to do but wait. He went home and spent the balance of the evening jacking off, thinking about Ritchie, his cute little dick, and his smooth chest and underarms (this was a big turn on for him). After two cums Steve knew that just his hands wouldn't do it for him tonight. Sighing, he got up off the bed and got out his vibrator and a half-used jar of Vaseline. The vibrator was long and thin, bright pink, and shaped like a penis. He'd gotten it from a friend of his (a good friend, but that's another story). He sighed as he applied the lubricant liberally to his anus and slowly, sensuously slipped the vibrator into his ass, teasing himself. For a few minutes he just lay there with it all the way inside him, not touching his dick, just enjoying the feeling of fullness in his rectum. His 9-incher was pounding in time with his heart as images of Ritchie ran through his head. He reached down and turned the handle, causing the vibrator to hum softly in his ass. He began to moan (quietly since he knew that if he made too much noise his mom would be in there in a flash and he had no desire to give her a heart attack). Another turn and the vibrator buzzed in his anus like an angry swarm of bees and he began wanking himself for real, a big gob of pre-cum running down his hand and into his pubes. He came wildly, thrashing his head from side to side on the bed, his cum shooting all the way up his body up to his face, coating his smooth chest and nipples. As he always did, he massaged it into his hard nipples, enjoying the feeling until he began to scoop it up and swallow it all, loving the taste and richness of his own juice. Two streets away, Ritchie was engaged in the same activity (minus the vibrator and the cum, of course). Curled up in bed, his PJs in a pile on the floor, he wanked until he had orgasmed four times and his dick was a little sore from the rubbing it had taken. He shivered and moaned as he ran his fingers over his now-stiff nipples; he had recently discovered that they could be a source of pleasure and played with them whenever he could. He fell asleep and dreamed of having Steve's boy meat in his hands, touching and stroking it all over. Well, the next day gave new meaning to the term "interminable" for both boys. Finally around three o'clock Steve's buds Rob and Tom came over to his house to talk about the party that night. They lay on Steve's bed, shirtless, stroking each other's smooth skin. Years of being buds had broken down the walls between them and Steve knew that they were deeply in love with each other. They also occasionally made love with him and he enjoyed their threesomes more than anything else in life even while he pined for more. Steve just sighed, looking at the red-haired Tom and the brown-haired Rob lying on his bed, touching each other so tenderly. They were both 14, like him, and were fantastic specimens of adolescent boyhood. "I met a hot boy in the park last night. In the bathroom. I invited him to the party tonite." Steve's heart was pounding as he said this. "Wow, great, what's he like? I can't wait to meet him." Tom exclaimed, not missing a beat in the little pattern of swirls he was making on his lover's bare back. Rob, lost in the sensation, mumbled something unintelligible. "He's gorgeous, blond, and like ten or eleven years old. God, what was I thinking, inviting him?" The others both looked at Steve then. "Wow, a new pussyboy! That's great! Will you let us fuck him too?" Rob sat up and demanded. "No, I don't want to just fuck him, I want to love him, and for him to love me back. I want to go real slow with him, and don't you two fuck it up for me, either!" Steve told them in a severe tone of voice. There was a hard look in his eyes that neither boy had ever seen before. "Uh, OK, sure, we'd never hurt a kid, you know that. What do you think we are?" Tom demanded in outrage. "I think you're horny bastards, that's what! Just like me!" They all had a good laugh at that. The two lovers, seeing that their friend was under real strain, decided to help him out. Tom began tenderly French-kissing him while Rob kissed his way down his soft, smooth chest. He got to Steve's nipples and sucked them hard, just the way he knew Steve liked it. Before long Tom was slowly, lovingly sucking on Steve's dick, paying special attention to the head and glans while Rob sucked on his tongue. For a time, soft groans and grunts filled the room as Steve's best friends helped him deal with his nervousness. Ritchie, however, had no such help. He was bouncing off the walls all afternoon as his mother and father wondered what the hell was wrong with him. He had told them that he was gong on a sleep over at Jimmy's house and gotten Jimmy to cover for him. It was so easy, his parents never asked any questions. Steve moaned and Ritchie fidgeted the afternoon away. Finally, around 4:00 or so the young lovers allowed their bud to cum (Tom swallowed every drop, loving it) and Ritchie tried to nap (unsuccessfully). Steve leaned against the brick wall of the restroom in the park, hoping that Ritchie would show and half expecting the cops to come and arrest him. His mind was locked in frantic argument with itself, one part asking "What the hell am I doing?" and the other half waiting with heart-pounding, palm sweating anticipation. At five minutes after eight, Steve was almost frantic as Ritchie ran up to the restroom, huffing and out of breath. "Sorry (pant, pant) I'm late (gasp)..." "Whoa, easy there, catch your breath. Did you think I'd leave without you, baby?" Shit, that slipped out, what am I doing? Steve wondered. He didn't miss Ritchie's labored smile at the nickname. Steve rubbed Ritchie's back as he slowly got his wind back. "That feels soooo good, run right there, ah, yeah!" Ritchie purred as Steve scratched just below his shoulder blade. To break the tension, Ritchie started thumping his foot up and down just like a dog. Steve smiled and thought to himself "He's got a sense of humor too. I'm REALLY in love!" As they walked, he knew he had to talk to Ritchie about the party. It wouldn't do to have him freak out when he saw Tom and Rob making out. "Ritchie, you need to know about this party. There'll be lots of kids there, and they're all pretty, um, open-minded about things. Try not to be shocked at what you see." "See? Like what, sex and stuff? I've never seen that, I can't wait!" "Well, um, not all of the sex will be boy/girl. In fact, just about none of it will be. Well, some of it might be. Oh, hell, I'm screwing this up!" Ritchie stopped in his tracks and stared at his new friend, face ashen. "Are you trying to make fun of me?" A single tear trickled down his perfect cheek. Steve put his hand on Ritchie's shoulder. "No, never, not that. I'm just trying to tell you not to be too shocked if you see boys or girls making out with other boys or girls. Why would you think I'd make fun of you?" "Because I'm a pervert! A freak! I like guys, OK?! When I beat off, I think about dick! That's why!" Steve just grinned at him. He gave Ritchie a quick hug and whispered in his ear, "Anyway, that's OK, so do I!" Ritchie just stared at him until they both began to laugh. Both of them? It didn't seem possible! Suddenly Ritchie grinned and grabbed Steve's hand. "It's party time! Let's go!" Laughing, they walked another two streets over and arrive at Rob's large, expensive home. As usual, his folks were somewhere else and Rob was left with his older brother watching him. That would be kind of hard considering that he was, at that moment, at his girlfriend's house several miles away fucking the shit out of her. Rob, wearing a sexy shirt and tight pants, welcomed them in. Ritchie just stared at the luxurious furnishings and fine paintings. Ritchie shook hands with Rob, blushing a little. Rob made him feel at ease (he did that with everyone), telling him that anything was OK except: 1. ANY drugs 2. Trashing the place. After all, he lived here. No smoking, either 3. No hurting anyone Then, smiling, he tousled Ritchie's hair and ushered them in. They went into the den where they found about ten other kids, mostly teens but a couple of youngsters his age. A slow, sexy song was playing on the stereo. They went to get some chips ("Use a plate and napkin!" Rob called after them) and to talk. They sat and munched as Steve wondered how to start. Ritchie did it for him. "So, you wanna fuck me? That what you're looking for, a good fuck?" "No, I'm looking for love. Haven't found it yet. What are you looking for?" Steve retorted. "I don't know. Love, I guess but I'll settle for sex." Steve came over and put his arm around the now-trembling boy. He lifted him onto his lap and gently stroked his hair until he calmed. "God, he thought, he feels so good on my lap, he smells so wonderful!" Ritchie senses were spinning with the unfamiliar felling of someone holding and touching him. He was in heaven! One by one the other kids wandered over to meet Ritchie. Their faces and names went by him in a blur and he found that after he had met them all he didn't remember even one name. He settled down on Steve's lap like he wanted to stay there forever, which was just fine with Steve. Pretty soon his attention was drawn to Tom and Rob, lightly necking on the couch. They both went over and sat near them, Ritchie's mouth hanging open. "You like what you see, little guy?" Rob asked as they broke their kiss. "Yeah! Did you really have your tongues in each other's mouths?" The boys laughed and told him yes, of course. Then he made a decision and turned to Steve. "Will you teach me how to kiss? Please?" Steve, totally shocked at the boy's openness, just leaned in and gently put his lips on Ritchie's. Rob and Tom just watched, incredibly excited as they watched the boy get his first kiss. Ritchie had always thought kissing had to be overrated, and that nobody really saw fireworks and stuff when they did it. Well, he was wrong as he saw bright colors and heard explosions as he gradually sank into a hot, wet, deep kiss as Steve tenderly worked his tongue into his mouth. After about a minute of swapping spit and licking every inch of each other's mouth, they parted panting. The room erupted in applause as the onlookers whistled and stomped their appreciation. Totally brazen, Ritchie stood up and actually took a bow! Rob nudged Steve and whispered, "You got a special one there, buddy. Treat him right!" During the course of the party they kissed repeatedly, snuggled a lot, but didn't go beyond that. For all his brazenness, Steve sensed that he needed to go slow and not scare the younger boy. He didn't notice that Ritchie kept sneaking sips of the older kids' beers when nobody was looking. By 11 PM he was sitting in a corner, snoring gently. He didn't see Steve tenderly pick him up, remove his shoes, put him on a couch in a quiet room and cover him with a warm comforter. The next day the boys walked Ritchie home since the poor kid's head was pounding with his first hangover. He smiled through his pain and asked them, "What time is next week's party?" Chapter 2 The boys saw each other almost every day for the next week, although they didn't really have the chance to do much more touching or kissing. Steve had a part time job at Shop Rite while Ritchie was pretty much at odds all day. Sure, he hung out with his friends and played with them but in his heart he desperately wanted to be with Steve. He took to spending the afternoons in the park skating until Steve got off of work and joined him there. They would then sit and have lunch and talk for the balance of the afternoon, both of them sporting stiffies in their shorts. In a way it was the best thing they could have done since by the end of the week they were hopelessly in love with each other. Steve was totally in love with the younger boy. He loved his energy and directness, punctuated at the most surprising times by a keen sense of the ridiculous and a lively sense of humor. He could be completely brazen yet coy at the same time. He had a great many questions about boy/boy love and Steve did his best to answer him completely and truthfully, while encouraging him to ask even more. Ritchie was absolutely head over heels in love with the older boy. He loved the gentle way that he touched him, his truthfulness in answering all of his (annoying, he knew) questions and above all the way that Steve spoke to him. Steve always talked to him as if he had a brain and could understand things, not like he was talking to a little kid. When he looked into Steve's eyes he could see the warmth, the love for him that was there. By the end of the week he was ready to offer himself to Steve unconditionally. Rob and Tom noticed what was going on between the boys and smiled indulgently when they saw the two of them making eyes at each other. On Thursday, taking pity on them, Rob invited them over to his home where they engaged in a passionate make-out session that left both Tom and Rob stunned at the pure heat generated by the young boy and his older lover-to-be. They had to literally pry them apart as Rob's parents opened the front door or they really would have been in for it. After Ritchie left (still panting and painfully hard) the three boys sat and talked for a while. "Shit, that was so hot I thought you'd spontaneously combust! You really have a thing going for that kid, don't you?" "I love him. I totally love him. God, I never knew anything could feel this way. I mean, I've only known him for a week and a half and I feel like I want spend forever with him. Is this how you guys feel?" Tom, stroking Rob's face answered for both of them. "Yeah, if I couldn't be with Tom I'd die inside of a week." Now Steve understood what was between his two best friends. Before, he only thought he did. "That's also why I want to go slow with him. I mean, he's still a kid. The last thing I want to do is scare him or make him do anything he doesn't want to do." Rob spoke up. "He might surprise you. I'll wager that right now he'd have your child if you asked him to." "I know, which is why I need to be careful. Guys, I need to go home and think about some things. I'll see ya later, OK?" With that he showed himself out and went home to do some hard thinking. Steve and Ritchie didn't see each other that Friday so they were both really charged up for the party that Saturday. They met at what both had come to think of as "their" spot near the park bathroom. Ritchie was scrubbed squeaky clean (he had even washed his bellybutton out in the shower just a few minutes ago) and fairly vibrated with barely suppressed lust. He did notice that Steve seemed to be a bit subdued, but he was really too excited to dwell on it too much as they walked and he chattered at his friend. Steve was feeling a bit down, having spent the last day or so wallowing in self-loathing. They arrived at the party and a nice-looking boy about Ritchie's age, wearing only a pair of shorts, let them in. "Who is he?" Ritchie nudged Steve with his elbow. "Got me. Guess he's here for the party. Sure is cute, though. And what nipples!" He nudged Ritchie back and was vastly amused to see him blush right to his hairline. They got to the living room and saw Rob there, looking at the kid with a gentle smile on his face. "I want you guys to meet my little bro, Craig. He's been away at school, but now he's back to stay." Steve was a bit startled. Yeah, he'd known that Rob had a brother but somehow the kid had never really registered on his radar screen. He sure did now! Craig smiled at them both and then went over to another guest (Ritchie thought her name was Jeanie, but he wasn't too sure) and sat right down in the 15 year-old girl's lap. She kissed Craig once on the mouth and then resumed doing what she had obviously been doing before they came in, namely sucking on the boy's nipples. While Craig moaned and squirmed, Steve and Ritchie just stood there with their mouths open. Ritchie felt faint. He'd never even imagined such a thing, yet Craig certainly seemed to be enjoying it! He'd always wondered why boys had nipples; maybe this was his answer. He couldn't wait for Steve to do that for him! It took almost no time for the party to swing into high gear, with teens (and a few pre-teens) kissing and making out like crazy. Ritchie sat in Steve's lap and watched it all, stopping occasionally to breathe and kiss Steve, who was being strangely restrained. No matter what Ritchie did, Steve wouldn't go any farther with him that night. They both walked home with aching balls and stiffies. Ritchie crawled into bed that night and wondered if he'd done something wrong. He hoped not. Well, the next two weeks were just more of the same. Ritchie kept waiting for some guidance from his older friend, and Steve remained scared, not wanting to push the kid into anything. Finally, Ritchie could take no more. He walked over to Rob's house to talk to him. If he didn't do something soon, he was gonna explode. Once at Rob's he of course found Tom there too. They all went up to Rob's room to talk. "Wow, great room! Is there anything electronic you don't have? You could open up your own branch electronics store!" Ritchie told him. He was both nervous and scared, but he was pretty sure that Rob knew what was bugging Steve. "Tom, are you always over here?" Tom was uncharacteristically restrained. "Yeah," he said bitterly, "my parents didn't like the idea of having a faggot son. I haven't spoken to them since I left, about seven months ago. Rob's folks took me in." "They don't much like the idea, either, but at least they'll listen. Sometimes they do, anyway. Things are still a little strained, but they're kinda getting used to me being gay and us being together." He gently stroked the back of his lover's neck. "Tom's parents were a great example of how not to react. Once they saw that he wasn't welcome in his own home any more they took him in." "Oh." Ritchie was sorry he mentioned it now, but his mouth just seemed to be running on autopilot. An awkward silence fell between them. Rob and Tom looked expectantly at him until the boy just blurted out "Why doesn't Steve want me? What did I do wrong? I want to do it with him but he doesn't seem to want me back!" "Whoa, little bud, back the cart up, there. I happen to know he does want you like nobody's business, but he's scared." Rob told him. "Scared? Of WHAT? Does he think I'll tell on him or something? I'd never do that!" "He's scared that he's forcing you into something, or that he'll hurt you." "That's nuts! I want to, he should know that!" "He's just having self-doubts right about now. I do know that you'll have to show him that you want him. Do you?" "Yes! I've been dying for it! Every week we come over here to party and every time I see more sex! Last week Craig even got laid. Everybody's getting laid but me!" Ritchie was desperate to tell them how much he'd been thinking about it and wanting Steve to make love to him. Tom spoke up. "I have a plan!" Chapter 3 Getting dressed for the party, Ritchie thought about the last couple of days. They'd been weird, to say the least. He had left Rob's house with a videotape (no label, he was just told "Watch it, you'll see!") and something wrapped in brown paper. He hated being kept in the dark, so he unwrapped the thing as soon as he was safely in his room. And what a surprise he got! It was a penis-shaped vibrator, quite slim, about 7" long, and bright pink no less! Now he just HAD to see what was on the videotape, and after checking the house (even though he knew nobody else was home) he popped it into the VCR in his room, still holding the vibrator in one hand. The video came on with no preamble, title, or credits. It was obviously made from an old film original and was a little grainy, but very watchable. Ritchie just sat there with his mouth open in shock as he saw 2 boys appear on the screen, one about 14 or so with brown hair and the other about 10 with long blond hair. The older one proceeded to undress the younger boy and lick, touch, and fondle him all over as the boy squirmed on the bed. There was no soundtrack on the tape, but from the wide smile in the lad's face as the teen inserted his tongue into the boy's anus Ritchie was pretty sure they were having fun. Then the older boy sucked the younger one's dick; a bit later in the tape the younger boy reciprocated with enthusiasm. After a few minutes of this the boy lubed up his ass and the older boy's dick, sat him down on the couch, and climbed aboard for the ride of his life. "Holy shit!" was Ritchie's only coherent thought as he saw the older boy's large dick repeatedly pound in and out of the kid's ass. It was clear that the kid wasn't being raped since he was on top and initiating all of the action. The video faded out after the teen had shot his load all over the kid's ass. Well, at least he knew what the pink thing was for now! He spent most of the afternoon watching the video over and over while sticking the vibrator up his ass. He found that it hurt a little at first, but with enough KY it was bearable. Then as he got used to the feeling of having something up there it was more than bearable, it was GREAT! After having the orgasm of his young life, he cleaned himself up, hid the video and took a nap. He smiled in memory at the thought. If Steve's dick felt half as good then he was in for a big night! Ritchie dressed carefully, determined to get Steve hot and bothered. To this end, he wore a pair of very short cutoff jean shorts with a number of threadbare spots, a Rangers tee shirt cut off at mid stomach, his sport sandals, and no undies. He'd done his hair carefully, not combing it after his shower (just running his fingers through it so it didn't stick up all over) and he thought it looked sexy. Looking in the mirror, he could appreciate the muscle tone that all his skating in the park had given his legs as well as his killer tan. He left his house in high spirits, sure that he looked hot. On his way to the park a pretty young woman even whistled at him! When Steve saw him the effect was all he's hoped for. As he leaned seductively (he hoped) against the brick side of the building he saw Steve approach, spot him, and stop dead in his tracks, mouth open, eyes bugging out. "Gotcha!" he thought. He walked up to Steve, took him by the hand, and led him to Rob's house. Steve just followed along like a zombie, unable to believe the sexy vision he saw before him. When they got to Rob's, Tom answered the door and also just stood and stared at Ritchie until he remembered to invite the boys in. Virtually everyone at the party stopped and stared at Ritchie and he loved every second of it! Steve sat on the couch while Ritchie circulated and frankly, flaunted himself to everyone at the party. Tom sat beside Steve and handed him a napkin. "That's for wiping the drool off of your chin. Shit, Ritchie looks so hot tonight! If you don't, I'm gonna throw him down on the carpet and fuck him! Look at him, everyone in this room, even the girls, would be at him in a second if they didn't know he's with you." "Really? He doesn't belong to me, you know." "Don't be stupid," Tom told him bluntly, " he loves you, we all know that. And he's been WAITING for you to make a move. Don't wait forever." "But what if I hurt him?" "Shit! Get your head out of your ass! He wants you so bad he dressed like a slut for you tonight!" Tom couldn't believe that Steve would hesitate like this. Just then Ritchie returned, exhilarated and horny. He led Steve to the lounge in the center of the room and then sat on his lap. "I love you and I want everyone to know it!" he said in a loud voice so that the room could hear it. Then he jumped into Steve's lap and started kissing him with wild passion. He literally drove his tongue as far as he could into the older boy's mouth and kissed him until spit was dripping down both of their chins. Talk about a sloppy kiss! Ritchie, in a haze of lust, pulled Steve's shirt off and began sucking on his right nipple. It was even more exciting than he had imagined! He sucked and lightly nipped until Steve was squirming and moaning, letting the smaller boy take the lead. Both boys were totally oblivious to the kids now gathered around watching their live sex show. Ritchie roughly pushed Steve down on the lounge and proceeded to remove his pants, throwing them on the floor and making a beeline for the throbbing teenage boner in front of him. Lost in appreciation, he gently stroked all over it, exploring, savoring the warmth and texture of it in his hands. A big glob of pre cum emerged from the slit and started to roll down the head. Almost on instinct, Ritchie lapped it up with his tongue while a sigh ran through the kids watching them. Loving the taste, he homed in on the head and began licking it like it was an all day sucker. He did his best not to bite, and from Steve's moans it seemed that he was being successful in giving his first blow job. He then began to put the thick teen meat in his mouth, stopping when he began to gag and choke. He could get about 4 inches or so in his mouth comfortably and worked on the rest with his hands. After only a few minutes Steve was ready to cum and Ritchie was ready to taste semen for the first time. Unable to get out a coherent word, Steve started bucking his hips and grunting as he emptied his balls into his little lover's mouth. Ritchie loved the taste of it, salty yet sweet, and above all the fact that it was STEVE'S cum! He began to swallow as fast as he could, not knowing what else to do with it. A little leaked down his chin as he continued to suck the deflating cock in his mouth, intent on giving Steve the best time possible. After a bit Steve gently pried him off and looked at the lovely face with half-closed eyes and cum dripping down his chin. He moved in to kiss his lover and gently put him on his back on the chair. Ritchie was still in a daze. "I've just given my first blow hob and swallowed cum!" he kept thinking to himself. He felt Steve put him on his back and begin taking off his clothes, not that there was a lot to take off. Steve was licking and touching all over his body and the lad writhed in pure pleasure. He'd wanted it for so long! It seemed that the universe consisted of only Steve's tongue, hands, and his own bare skin. Time stood still as he relaxed and gave himself totally over to his lover. Steve couldn't believe it! Ritchie's smooth bare skin was so soft and warm under his hands! He let his tongue roam, doing Ritchie's neck and shoulders, sucking on both of his nipples while the boy shuddered and let out a low whine. He stretched out the slim arms and began to let his tongue explore the smooth underarm while Ritchie squirmed and squealed even more. He tasted heavenly! Leaving a wet trail on the way down, Steve took the boy's dick into his mouth and sucked the head gently. Ritchie immediately stopped squirming and lay still, breathing deeply. Steve glanced up and saw an expression of rapture on the perfect little face and continued on his mission, namely to make Ritchie have the orgasm of his life. He found that he could take both balls in his mouth along with the boy's dick and proceeded to suck and lick both while gently probing Ritchie's back door with a spit-slickened finger. In what seemed like no time the small dick in his mouth jumped wildly as Ritchie orgasmed massively. He had to put both hands on the youngster's smooth chest to keep him from falling onto the floor. Smiling, Steve continued to suck gently and was amazed when Ritchie had another orgasm. Damn, the little guy sure was into this! Steve looked up and Ritchie was panting like a dog, but with a beaming smile on his face. He leaned up and kissed him and was astounded when the boy reversed their positions and pushed him down on the lounge. He almost lost is when Ritchie began to dry-hump against him, his dick hard as steel again. Ritchie, with a look of determination on his beautiful little face, pressed Steve's dickhead against his back door and sat down on it. "Wait!" squealed Tom, "lube!" He handed a tube of KY to the boy who immediately put it to good use in getting Steve's big tool ready for him. Then he pointed it in the right direction and put his weight on it a little. The head slipped inside and he gasped in pain. It was a LOT bigger than the pink thing was! Steve saw this and immediately tried to disengage, but Ritchie wasn't about to let him. He pressed his weight down even harder and felt like he was sliding a telephone pole up there. He didn't let up until he felt Steve's pubes pressing against his smooth cheeks. Then he let out a squeal of triumph. He'd done it! All of it was inside! Almost as soon as he thought this he experienced a massive anal orgasm, twitching like mad and tossing his head from side to side. It just seemed to go on and on forever. It felt ten times better than the pink thing! He could even feel it pulsing in his ass in time with Steve's heartbeat. Steve had been deathly afraid that he was hurting the boy until he felt Ritchie's anus clamp down and twitch madly. He had to concentrate hard to keep from cumming right there, but that wouldn't be fair to the kid. Looking at the sweaty, smiling face above him he realized how foolish he'd been. Ritchie was loving it! They began to fuck in earnest and Ritchie turned out to be a squealer, letting one lose every time he slid down and the big dick rubbed his prostate. They both got very involved and almost fell off the lounge, but Rob and Tom appeared on either side of Ritchie and held him up with gentle hands. "Don't worry, baby, we've got you." Rob whispered. Ritchie smiled his thanks and returned to the task at hand, namely getting his first fuck. He didn't protest when the two older boys leaned him back a little so that his prostate was being constantly stimulated. He rode and hung on tight, squealing almost constantly now, making animal noises. Ritchie had three more massive orgasms before Steve couldn't hold back any longer and had to cum. He pumped what felt like a gallon of the stuff up the boy's anus before they collapsed, totally spent. Ritchie was limp against him, completely out of it. The final straw was when he felt his lover's cum flowing into him like hot lava. What a feeling! They just lay there and recovered a little. When they saw that both boys had recovered their wits, Rob and Tom went over and tenderly kissed them both. Rob couldn't resist tousling Ritchie's sweaty hair and saying "You party animal you!" The End Hope you all liked this one! Look for the next installment of "Y Boy" soon.