Private Lessons
A fictional story by

Xerxes

Note: All characters are fictional. This is not my life story, nor is it anybody else's. Although, certain characteristics and personalities are based on people that I once knew, some well, some not so well. If you like my stories, drop me a line at "Xerxes_Nimrod (at) mail (dot) com". All letters will be answered, all flames deleted, and all spam ignored.  I especially like suggestions for storylines. All coherently written messages will be answered!




Several hours later, Padraic has returned, we eat dinner, and are gathered around the TV, both me and Padraic on the sofa, and the 2 younger boys on the floor. Padraic is wearing gym shorts and a t-shirt, I'm wearing only gym shorts, and Phillip and Colin, as expected, are both naked. After the show we were watching goes off, there is really nothing else on TV we want to watch, so and Colin stands up, turns off the T.V.,  and stretches.


"Wanna play a board game, or maybe cards?" he asks us as he casually fumbles with his flaccid, hairless penis. Phillip squeezes his bare body in between Padraic and me, then Colin flops down on my lap, leaning his back up against the arm of the sofa and my shoulder, draping his legs across all 3 of us. Phillip stretches out his arms, resting one on my shoulders and one on Padraic's, and Colin does the same from the other side. Phillip suggests, "You know, we could just talk. I mean, you know, get to know each other a bit better, talk about important things in our lives, you know?"


"Well, Pad an' I know each other pretty well already, so,why don't you start?" Colin says, as he adjusts his body, making himself comfortable. "Tell us something personal about yourself. Tell us about the first boy you ever fooled around with", he says, looking straight at me.


I clear my throat, and start;" Umm....I was, what, 11 I think, and....umm....I'll call him 'Billy'.....he was about 14 or 15, used to live here...his family still does...anyway...." I hesitate for a few seconds, remembering the pleasure, as well as the pain. "Well, Billy and I were good friends, he sometimes watched me after my mom died, and....well.....one night we took a bath together, and......by the end of the night, we had both sucked each other's dicks, and Billy had gotten off, and....well, I thought I was in love."


I close my eyes and reminisce: "I still remember how it felt when he stroked my balls. Nobody had ever touched me like that before. He....remarked at how smooth they were.....then he wraped his lips around by dick, and.....well, I don't have to explain to you boys how it felt". I clear my throat, continuing, "Then, one night after a couple of months, Billy decided he wanted to fuck. We didn't have any lube, all we had was Billy's pre-cum and some spit. It hurt like hell, and I cried. Scared Billy half to death, too."


Padraic places his hand on my leg, and I continue, "Well, Billy was so sorry about causing me such pain that he pulled out, and we never fooled around again. After a couple of weeks, suddenly Billy was never available, and we drifted apart. I.....I know now that we should've used some lube, but, well.....we were young and stupid then. But, then, I discovered the Y, and met guys like Charlie, and he introduced me to a whole lot of gay men, as well as other boys, like you guys. Oh well, I guess things turned out OK in the end.." I turn to Phillip, and say, "OK, Phillip, honey, you're next."


Phillip starts, "Wow, ....well, about a year an' a half ago, I started playing around with this older boy who sometimes baby-sits me. His name is Mike, an' he's about Padraic's age, lives up on the 5th floor. It started with him giving me a bath, then joining me, an' we felt each other's willies. A week or so later, we sucked each other, an' we did it a couple more times, but then, he didn't want to do that anymore, an' eventually he stopped babysitting for me."


Padraic replies, "Oh, I know Mike-we go to school together, and we got caught messing around once." Padraic hesitates, but then continues, "I guess I'd better tell you the whole story, although it's a bit embarrassing for me. When I was about 9, I was an altar boy, and Father O'Malley took a liking to me. He seems to prefer Irish boys, and I guess he liked me. Well, he took me into his office, and was teaching me the 'proper way to pray' as he called it. He said to me,'Sometimes it helps to humble yourself completely before the lord, and pray to him undressed', so I got completely naked, kneeled down next to Father O'Malley, and prayed while he put his hands around my waist. On later visits, he introduced me into other techniques, which included praying while standing, arms outstretched, like our lord on the cross, naked. He strapped my wrists to the staircase and sucked my penis while I recited the rosary, and told me that it would help me learn how to concentrate on the prayer."


Phillip chortles, which angers Padraic a little. "Hey, it wasn't funny!", he retorts, to which Phillip says, "Sorry, man,  I....I didn't mean to make fun of you." I interject, "Well, the father certainly used you, but I'm sorry, this story is getting me more than a little excited. In fact, I gotta re-arrange myself...."

Padraic gives me a stern look, but then tries unsuccessfully to stifle a smile. "Yeah, I guess it is, kinda funny, in a sick sort of way. I mean, ....yeah, I enjoyed him sucking my dick, but after a while, I realized that he was using me. So, I quit being an altar boy. Anyway, a few months later, I was playing around with Mike over at his apartment, using some of the techniques that Father O'Malley taught me, when Mike's mom caught us together, and she told Father O'Malley about us! Would you believe the hypocrite actually told me that what I was doing was evil? Then, he suggested to my mom that I needed more 'typically male' pastimes, and that's when she signed me up for swimming lessons. So, at age 11, I finally learned to swim."


"Gee, Padraic, I never knew that was the reason why you came for lessons", I reply, "I always thought it was because your brother was already swimming, and you were embarrassed about it." Padraic turns to me, and replies, "Well, that too. But, it's funny that, in an attempt to make me less queer, I found a place where I could be myself, and have good sex, as well. Anyway, enough about me-OK, squirt, you're next", he says, looking at his brother.


Colin thinks for a minutes, then offers, "Well....I guess Jimmy was probably my real first boy, at least the first that wanted to do stuff with me, too. Uh....you know, being just about the only white boy with a foreskin in the neighborhood, it seems like EVERY boy wanted to see my dick, and...well....I always give them a good look, and then.....well, usually they feel that it's only fair that I can see theirs....ANYWAYS......we were showering at the pool, an' Jimmy saw my dick, an' of course, I had to show him how this works.." As he says this, he takes his free hand and retracts his pale foreskin.


Continuing, he says, "...So, I got my dick pulled back, an then, Jimmy reaches out to touch it. So I do the same, and we get each other hard, an' then........Padraic walks in an' it scares Jimmy off." Padraic smiles, then asks his brother, "How old were you? Maybe 6 or 7?", to which Colin shakes his head 'yes'. Colin continues, "But, we saw each other again later, an' I even slept over at his house one night an'...we sucked each other off. It was great......I wish Jimmy hadn't moved..."


Padraic adds, "Yeah, so do I. I don't think I ever told you this, Colin, but I used to have such a crush on Jimmy. I was actually kinda jealous that he seemed to like you more than me." Colin looks at his brother, and says "Gee, Pad....I never knew. I know that he liked you, too...he even said so, but......well......I guess neither of us thought it was something that you'd share. I mean, like mum always says that for brothers, we're totally different..."


"You know, Colin, you boys really aren't that much different", I reply, adding, "Your noses are very similar, and so are your freckles, and....well....some of the ways you do things are very similar..." Padraic interrupts my thought, adding, "I know that we've got many similarities, but I think that Colin strives to be as different from me as he can."


Colin smiles, then adds, "Well, I guess you're right, but it's only because everybody around here knows you, and, well, I don't like living in your shadow all the time. I mean, I don't think I have a single piece of clothing that you didn't wear first! I mean, I love you, Pad, but I want to be known for something other than being your little brother."


Padraic stands up, and says to Colin, "OK, Col, stand up for a second". Colin complies, and they stand face-to-face, and Padraic put his hands on his brothers bare shoulders. "You're not so little anymore, Colin, I mean, you're almost as tall as I am, and your shoulders are already broader than mine, your chest is getting bigger, and, well.... you're better hung than me, even without any pubes. Hell, by next year, you'll be larger than me. I've already noticed older guys starting to check you out, you know..."


"Aww, I doubt that", Colin responds, "Not with this Howdy-Doody face, at least." "Um, Colin, I've noticed guys checking you out at the gym", I add, continuing, "and I bet that father O'Malley would've tried getting his filthy paws on you if Padraic hadn't protected you." Phillip stands up, unconcerned with his now semi-erect condition, and giggles, "Well, I for one can't wait to get my filthy paws on Colin's hot little body tonight."


Taking this as our cue to go, I suggest to Padraic that we leave the boys to themselves, so we leave the room together and head to my bedroom. Closing the door behind us, I sit down on the bed, while Padraic shucks off his shorts, standing naked in front of me. I remove my shirt and shorts, then bring Padraic's firm, light-skinned body close to mine. We are both already hard.


"As you can see, I'm ready for a bit of fun tonight", he says, pressing his rigid penis up against my chest. I squeeze his solid, muscular buttocks with my hands, and look up at his face. "Let's try something different tonight, shall we?", I ask.


"O.K., what do you have in mind?" he asks. I respond, "Well.....I know we've discussed it before, and I told you that I wouldn't pressure you, but......well......I want you to be the top for a change."


Padraic pulls slightly away, then says, "Well......it's not that I don't want to do it, it's just, ........ummm.......well, it's complicated. I....I've only done it a couple of times, only with a paying customer, only for cash, and.......well.....each time I've done it, I kinda got carried away....got so rough that it actually sorta scared me." Padraic sits down next to me, and continues, "I.....I'm afraid that I'd get too rough with you and....well, that you'd think of me as some sort of ogre."


I put my arm over Padraic's freckled shoulder. "Listen, Pad, you may be pretty buff, but I can certainly handle you, no matter how rough you get. And I could always just tell you to ease off if you're getting too rough. Lastly, don't forget that I do love you, completely. Don't worry about losing me." Padraic leans over and gives me a little kiss.


"Did my little brother and Phillip's budding relationship have anything to do with this request?", Padraic asks me. "Well, yes, I guess. I was kind of surprised that he could be such a good top, and, well, he just looked so happy. Also, it reminded me how much I could enjoy being a bottom, and how long it had been since I had last done it. I mean, sliding my dick between those firm butt cheeks of yours is a nearly religious experience, but.....sometimes you want something a bit different."


Padraic smiles. "So the little squirt is a regular sex machine, I gather? Phillip certainly seemed happy tonight. I'll bet you he'll be as reluctant to be a bottom as I am to be a top, especially when Phillip first tries to slide that big sausage he's got up his arse!" I lay back, and Padraic slides on top of me, and we make out like that for several minutes. Finally, he sits up, and says, "Well, no time like the present; lets get going at it."


I prepare the bed with a large beach towel underneath us, while Padraic gets the extra hand towels and lubricants ready. After a few minutes of preparation, Padraic greases up my hole as well as his uncut penis, and we are finally ready. Since I hadn't been entered for several months, Padraic decides to lay on his back, and lets me slide down onto his rigid pole at my own pace. I maneuver my sphincter to just above his dick, and lower myself easily downward, taking his entire penis in one slow plunge. Resting at the bottom, Padraic asks me, "Are you good?" Catching my breath, I respond, "Oh....well....it's been a while, but, yeah, I'm OK." Padraic smiles. "Good, I'll start out, but slowly....."


He slowly bucks his pelvis up and down, sliding his greasy pole in and out of my anus. As he does so, my erection returns. After a couple of minutes, Padraic tells me that he's not very comfortable in that position, so we uncouple. The then instructs me to lay on my side, with one knee up, as he straddles the other leg and has me drape my extended leg over his shoulder. From this position, he easily slides back inside me, and can also manipulate my penis with one free hand.


As he continues sliding in and out of me, he squirts baby oil not only on his dick, but also on my penis. As we near orgasm, we embrace closer, so that I put on hand on his shoulder and wrap my foot around his back. We lock our lips in a kiss as we both ejaculate simultaneously. It seems like it goes on for nearly a minute, kissing, ejaculating, groping each other's bodies, until, exhausted, Padraic's taught body goes limp in my arms, our bodies pressing together with my warm seed lubricating our skin.


Finally, I feel Padraic's dick slide out of me, as we continue our warm, sticky embrace. "Wow......that was......phenomenal", he pants, asking, "Was I too rough?" "Oh, Padraic, you were absolutely perfect", I respond. We kiss again, then get up, and go to the bathroom to shower the semen off of our bodies. When we get there, we find that Colin and Phillip are in a similar situation, with Phillip having spouted his semen over Colin's body during their love-making escapades in the other room.


I turn on the water in the shower stall. "Well, the water's warm", I tell them, adding, "and there's plenty of room for all." I'll be there in a second", Colin says, as he stands in front of the toilet, his foreskin retracted, urinating. "Nature calls." Padraic, Phillip and I enter the shower stall, followed a few seconds later by Colin. All 4 of us quickly wet our bodies, and everybody is in at least some state of erection. We spend several minutes carefully washing each other's bodies. It seems like Phillip is the one getting the most attention, but we all get a feel of each other's bodies, and we end up together in a circular embrace, our erect penises all pointed inside the circle.


After showering, we are drying each other's bodies off, and Phillip says to me, "Uh...is there another bed we could sleep in tonight? That hide-a-bed was OK for just me last night, but with the extra weight, the mattress is compressed an' laying across some bar underneath, an' it's really uncomfortable."


"Well, I don't want to have you sleep in dad's bed", I reply, "but.....well....my own bed is pretty huge. It's a twin-mattress 'king size', used to be my parent's bed." Padraic responds, "I don't mind sharing, Colin and I used to share a bed for a long time, so we're used to it." "Neat-o", Colin retorts.


After fully drying our bodies off, we all head to my bedroom. I get under the covers first, and say to Padraic, "OK, you sleep over here, and let the boys sleep together on the other side." Padraic gets in bed between my body and the edge, while Phillip gets in next to me, and Colin on the other side. It makes for a tight fit, 4 naked boys together in one bed, but at least we are all comfortable.


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Well, that is my latest chapter. I spend a lot of time writing and editing these stories, and used to get a lot of responses, but for some reason, I've only had 2 responses for this story so far. I wonder if anybody is reading them at all, or even if anybody really cares? I'm certainly not writing for the money, not here at Nifty....

I'm not a writer by profession, but neither are the vast majority of Nifty authors. So many stories here leave so much to be desired, and felt that I needed to bring at least a small level of skill to the genre, trying to make a story erotic as well as memorable. I think that I've been at least partly succesful.

 So, unless I start hearing from people, either positive, negative, or neutral, I will assume that nobody either wants or cares about this story line, and I'll abandon it. It's up to you, dear readers (if there ARE any....). Make your choice count.