Date: Wed, 23 Sep 2020 11:46:54 -0600
From: aariel bender <aarielbender798@gmail.com>
Subject: North Cliff Part 6 Higher Education

North Cliff
Part 6
Higher Education

--------School Days--------

Today was my first day at public school, Horace Mann Jr High School, or the
Factory as the kids called it. The junior high and the high school were
built side by side. You started 7th grade and one end and worked your way
through to emerge at the other end for grade 12. I was on the fast track
program which meant if all went well I could graduate a year early and
already have a few college levels classes on my record.

Jayne and I work out a ride sharing plan as there was no school bus
stopping anywhere near North Cliff of Cold Water Spring. We both had to be
there at the same time most every morning. Or days ended at different
times, but we could ride home together some days. I could always use the
family car service, but sharing a ride with Jayne was more fun.

First couple of days were a blur. I wasn't used to the large number of
students. Except for Jayne, I didn't know anyone, and she was at the other
end of the complex. I was pleased that the Fast Track classes were smaller
than the regular classes. I missed Roddy's constant companionship too. I
figured I'd meet someone else who would agree to come over, put on a pair
of panties, watch porn and suck dick. That idea faded quickly on the third
day of class. I head shouting when I walked into the boy's locker room.

"Faggot, queer, I'll break you in two" and more. As I walked over to see if
I could intervene, I noticed boys mostly heading the other way to avoid the
scuffle. There was a very angry and threatening boy leaning over another
boy who was pasted to the wall in fear. The bully wasn't all that big, a
little chubby but his anger made him a real monster. I stepped over and
told him to back off and leave the kid alone. He looked at me and got even
more agitated.

"You sissy cocksucker, you just stay out of it." I laughed a little
thinking he'd got it right there, though I wouldn't use those words to
describe me. I told him again to get lost and quit being a bully. I noticed
then that some of the boys were coming around to see who was standing up to
this apparently well known thug. He looked at me again and raised a fist. I
sized him up and figured a punch was gonna hurt, but I could score a few
points in return. Just then the circle of boys parted and two of the
coaches stepped into the circle and gabbed the boy by the arms and lifted
him off the ground.

"Jim James, you were on notice this year. This is it, you are gone." It was
comical to see him carried away legs kicking in the air.

I turned to the victim and asked if he was ok. He said yes, but he was
shaking violently. I helped him to his feet and said let's go. He asked
were. I told him we needed to talk to someone. He said he didn't need to
see the nurse, he wasn't hurt. As we walked down the hall, I said I was
taking him to the school psychologist, was that ok?. He looked at me and
said yes, and thanks. Knocked on the office door and walked us in. Ms
Bluesky invited us and and asked me what we needed. She saw the boy, Kyle
Keith, was in distress and got him into a chair. She asked me what
happened. I told her what I'd seen. She said they should have never let
that boy back in this school. He was a dangerous piece of work. He would
now be banned from any school in the country and the red flag might mean no
school would take him. She thanked me and said she'd take care of Kyle.

That rattled me. That would have never happened at Franklin. It also made
me reconsider the idea of looking for a new jerk buddy.

A couple of days later a girl I recognized stopped me in the hall and said
"Will Nicholson I didn't know you were here at the Factory. I thought you
would have left town with the others." I remembered her name was Heather
Lear, I'd met her at a Company party that spring. I said hello and then
asked her to step aside with me.

I told her I was registered here as William Rogers, not Nicholson. I told
her I was afraid if I used my father's name here it might cause a
distraction, with all the gossip about my dad. She nodded. I also told her
that it was for my safety too. My name might command a large
ransom. Heather looked shocked as she took that in. "Ok, welcome to The
Factory Will Rogers." She gave me a little hug and asked how it was going
so far. Then she asked if I wanted to come to a party on the weekend. I
told her I'd love to. She said it would be a chance for me to meet some
people. The invite was sent

I arrived at the Lear's address at the appointed time with a small bunch of
flowers, and a little box of candy as house gifts. Heather let me in and I
was surprised no one else was there. I asked if I was early. She said no,
those kids always take their time. I asked if she needed any help and she
said yes!. There food wasn't ready. A quick conversation and I got on the
case. There was chicken and steak as well as a piece of fish. I checked out
the grill and saw it was a massive gas unit, plenty of room for all that
food. I turned it on and headed back to the kitchen. Kebobs would work. I
started cutting up the meat and got Heather fixing some onion and bell
pepper for the skewers. Quick inventory of the well stocked kitchen and I
worked up marinades. We had nearly finished when the first guests
arrived. I told Heather to give me a 30 minute lead time to cook. We were
all set.

I was introduced to the kids as they arrived. Being the new boy to this
group, I got a lot of attention. This seemed to be the top end of the
social ladder. At the appointed time, I turned my attention to the grill
and got to work. By then there was a good sized crowd, maybe 40
people. After all the food was done and laid out, I grabbed some food for
myself and joined the crowd. A boy came up to me and said "I didn't know
they let the help eat with the guests?" I wasn't sure if he was joking, but
realized he wasn't.

"Who are you and why are you the center of attention?" Heather saw this and
came up and gently gripped the boy's arm and said "c'mon Dallas, I need to
talk to you." A few minutes later he reappeared and apologized for his
behavior. "I was out of line. Nice to meet you Will, I'm Dallas Worth." He
stuck out his hand which I accepted. He then went on to tell me he was a
little jealous that the girls were giving me attention. He said he's know
them all his whole life, and never got that. He had some issues. His father
had been the star athlete at the same school and he was expected to follow
in his shoes. Dallas said he was more interested in literature and art.

"I don't get off on those jock guys." With out thinking I asked him what
kind of guys did he get off on? I could see him think and try to form an
answer. I realized I'd trapped him so I just said, we should get together
some day and talk. Right now I'm distracted by all the good looking girls
and boys here. He did a double take and gave me a sly grin. I think I just
found a potential friend to replace Roddy.

Later in the party a girl I was introduced to named Hattie mentioned she
was having a dress up Mocktail Party later that month. She said it would be
a smaller affair and it and there would be live music, The Teo Falcone Jazz
Trio. Roddy's father. She said it was couples only. That caused me a moment
of concern. I felt like she was watching to see which one of this crowd I'd
hook up with. I had other plans. Before this gathering there was the
Gravity Rock climbing weekend.


------Polly Pretty------

Jayne and I had turned Gravity weekend into our own little pleasure
dome. This year would be the same. Two days before the climbing gathering
Jayne called to tell me she'd talked to a girl she'd hung out with the year
before. Polly said she wondered if they could take a hike rather than
hanging out. Jayne had suggested going up through the park side to the gap
and then to the lake cabin for the night. She said I'd enjoy Polly very
much. I told her I'd get it worked out. I'd need to take some supplies up
to the cabin, and work out transportation. I decided to leave the ATV at
the dock and walk back to North Cliff. That would mean we'd have a ride
back down. I suggested we go to the Pump House the following morning for
breakfast and showers. Jayne was good with that.

I met up with Jayne and Polly early Thursday morning. We just needed to
carry lunch, water and a small change of clothes. We took the park trail
from the ranch. At the park entrance we were greeted by a ranger we knew,
who agreed to drive us to the far end where our trail started. He made a
note that we were going to be in the back country. Polly was 15 years
old. A very pretty hippie girl. Long wavy hair, peasant blouse, leggings
and a floppy hat. She was very interesting. She'd traveled extensively with
her parents in search of adventures including climbing. We were surprised
she found our humble little mountain range so interesting. We stopped for
her to take photos as we went. The trail isn't very difficult. A long
gentle climb to the cutoff. This is a short cut to the trail, but its not
marked. Otherwise you would need to continue another three miles to catch
the trail. We only use the long route if we are on horseback. They girls
followed me as I scrambled up a rock formation which then continued for a
ways. Eventually the trail heading back at us appeared and we joined back
up there. The trail is a little steeper on this switchback section, but
again old moderate at best. The gap is stunning. It's a ten foot opening
through the upper part of the mountains. The high rock walls are
impressive. The gap isn't straight through the mountains, it angles
across. If you didn't know you might miss it, or not realize it would get
you over to the otherside of the mountains.  When we emerged on the North
Face Valley side Polly stopped in her tracks. It's like a door opening in
front of you. From the Lake side you wouldn't see the opening at all. We
had to travel down the trail some before you could see the lake. The cabin
is hidden until you are right on it. We had been walking for five hours
now, with a short stop for lunch.

"I knew this place was big but I had no idea." Polly was in awe. She said I
was very lucky to be living here. She couldn't imagine what it would be
like. Jayne agreed. She said she always appreciates when I invite her to
visit. We unloaded our packs at the cabin and walked down to the lake to
soak our tired feet. Polly rolled up her pant legs, revealing two beautiful
and unshaven legs. That contrast of soft beauty and natural beauty has
become a big turn on for me. The girls talked unashamedly about the fun
they had the previous years. Polly said no one had ever licked her pussy as
well as Jayne did. I told Polly I could say the same about her blow job
skills. Polly said it sounded like we might have a fun time at the
cabin. Polly surprised us by stripping off and diving into the lake. She
did it before I could warn her that it was very cold. The goose bumps and
hard dark nipples were evidence. I admired her full teen bush and the wisps
of armpit hair. Polly was long and lean, all muscle. I loved her flat wide
hips. I'd never encountered that look before. Her wide hips gave her a very
sexy gait. She looked like a goddess with her long her and striking face.

We ran up to the cabin. I suggested we take a shower before relaxing. The
solar heated shower felt good after a long hike. I'm sure Polly liked
warming back up after the swim. Jayne and I stripped down and we all three
piled into the open air shower stall. We scrubbed each other in a playful
way. Just having a good laugh after a fun day. I handed out towels and we
headed inside. Without discussion, we all jumped into the bed and pulled
the blankets over our young naked bodies. Polly asked about Jayne and I and
our sexual history. She couldn't believe we'd been fucking for the last
four years. She said Jayne had told her about some of my adventures with
the boys too. Jayne asked Polly about her history. The response was
surprising and very erotic.

Polly told us that she had been seduced by a family friend two years
earlier. "I suppose it really was rape, but he was so tender and made me
feel so good, I didn't think there was anything wrong with it. There was no
force, but he did take advantage of me." After it happened she did some
research and realized the man had been grooming her for years. She said
he'd tell how beautiful she was and was always touching her. She said it
was mostly innocent, holding her hands, rubbing her back carrying her on
his shoulders. There was always the other too, rubbing my breasts when he
was holding me, grabbing my ass and sometimes slipping his hand under my
dress. Polly's parents asked this man to take care of their daughter while
they were out of town for a long weekend. They'd known him for years and
trusted him. Polly was excited to get to spend time with him because he
always made her feel special. She said as soon as her parents left, the
flirting and teasing escalated. Polly admitted she encouraged it and
returned the gestures. He suggested getting in the hot tub, which Polly
agreed too. She put on a little bikini and he was wearing speedos. In the
tub there was some grabbing fun, tickles and stuff. He pulled the young
Polly onto his lap and wrapped his arms around her. There was nothing
subtle about the fingers inside her top. She could feel his erection
pressing against her ass. She loved the feeling of a mans body so close to
her and wondered what was happening. He didn't go any further right
then. The got out, and had a nice dinner.

Then he suggested she put her pajamas on and they'd watch a movie. He said
she should change now so when she got tired she could just jump into
bed. She was surprised when her took her hand and walked her to her
bedroom. He asked where here jimmies were and she showed him the drawer. He
took a look and pulled out a babydoll gown and matching panties. He told
her he though she would look good in these. The gown was translucent so her
panties showed through. Polly liked the idea of wearing something sexy for
him and agreed. He left her to change. When she came back out to join him
he told her again how beautiful she was. Polly asked him why he wasn't
married. He said he was waiting to meet the right girl, maybe someone like
Polly. She was flattered and snuggled up next to him. He put an arm around
her and stroked her bare leg while they watch the movie. Polly said she was
tingling the whole time and was waiting for something to happen, but it
didn't. When it was time for bed, he walked her back to her room and tucked
her in. He kissed her good night, first on the forehead, then on the
lips. That was it.

The next morning he came into her room to wake her up. He was wearing a
robe, but as she found out when he sat on the bed, he was naked
underneath. He asked how she slept. She didn't want to tell him she had
sexy thoughts all night and had to masturbate to get to sleep. He asked if
he could get in bed with her. That seemed so special to her, she said
please. He took the robe off and stood there for a minute. Her family was
casual about nudity, so she'd seen her father and mother naked around the
house. The sight of a grown up penis wasn't shocking. Seeing his did cause
her to wonder what it felt like. As he stood there staring at her, he began
to get an erection. She stared at him with wide eyes. He said that was how
he shows how much he liked her. She said you must like me a lot, and
giggled. he pulled the covers off of her. He could see her panties were
pushed down a little. She hadn't got them back on straight. That turned him
on even more. He laid down next to her and kissed her, this time just on
the lips. He held the kiss before his tongue parted her lips. He said this
is how adults kiss, try it. She didn't have to be encouraged to push her
tongue into his mouth, doing a dance. His hand slipped under her night gown
and rubbed her firm flat stomach. She liked that and kissed him harder. Her
hand went behind his head instinctively and pulled him closer. He took this
as approval and press on. His fingers moved up to her small tits and
massaged them One at a time, feeling hardening nipples. His hand was big
enough he could touch them both at the same time. Her body responded to the
touch and made her feel good, very good. Knowing she was not afraid, and
even enjoying the attention, he grew bold. His had moved to her lower
belly, touching the hem of her panties. Her hips pushed against the
touch. He was encouraged to continue. He went slowly, fingers just inside
her panties. Polly was enjoying every minute of this and wrapped her leg
around his bare leg. She touched his chest, feeling the strength of an
adult male. The hairy trail on his body, guided her hand down to his still
very firm erection. She gasped when her hand touched it. She didn't
hesitate and wrapped her fingers around out it, feeling the heat coming off
it.

His hand responded to her positive touch and moved down to explore her
light bush. Polly's hand started rubbing him. Exploring the textures. He
was dripping fluid which she found exciting. She wiped some up on her
fingers and brought it to her nose. It smell sweet and strong. She licked
her fingers and enjoyed what she tasted. This made him shutter with
anticipation. His finger darted down to her slit and found her moist, like
he was. He pushed up on his elbow and kissed her again. She squeezed him
harder. He said "honey, I'm going to take your panties off now. Are you
ready?" It was all she could do to respond yes. He got up on his knees and
moved down to her waist, He pushed the nightgown up to her little tits and
kissed her belly. then her tits. The anticipation was nearly too much. His
fingers hooked the top of her panties and he pulled down. Her hips came up
off the bed so he could get them over her ass and down to her knees. He
stopped and took in the prize before his eyes. She kicked the panties down
and off one leg. The sight of a twelve year old with her legs slightly
spread and a pair of innocent panties around one ankle was something he'd
never forget. She let go of him as he moved between her legs.

"Can I look at what's inside?" Her answer was to spread her legs wider and
raise her knees.

She pointed out all the parts to him. "This is my clitter, my fun button,
the pee hole, the fuck hole, and the butt hole." Her rude language turned
him on just that much more.

"Has anyone else been in your fuck hole?" She said just her finger and a
hairbrush. He was a little disappointed that he wasn't going to pop her
cherry, but he was also happy to know that this wasn't going to hurt her,

The whole time Polly was telling this story, Jayne and I were entranced. It
was like we were there with her experiencing it. Her telling of the story
was so detailed. Jayne was rubbing her leg against mine, and I was pawing
her pussy.

He now leaned in for a taste of this virgin girl's charms. It was steamy
but not musky like an adult. His fingers spread her lips and he put his
mouth over her sex. He tongue leaped out to taste. It was sweet and sour, a
little astringent. He liked it. This is what he'd dreamed of for so many
years. He wasn't disappointed. He began the work towards her first orgasm
with a man. His licking caused her to shake and buck. Once he got his
rhythm going she responded as if dancing on his tongue. Her bodies met at
the smallest possible point. A preteen clitoris and the tip of his
tongue. He probed her hole, knowing his dick would be spreading that wide
very soon. He lapped at her asshole. It was pungent but pleasant. His hands
were on her stomach and he ate at her pussy. He could feel her muscles
tense and release. Then they didn't release. She cried with unimaginable
pleasure. He thighs gripped his head, then her hands pushed him off. He sat
back up on his knees examining his handy work. He rubbed her legs up to the
top and then moved back next to her on the bed. Polly said she wanted a
good look at his dick. Up on her knees with a hand then two on his raging
hard on. She thought it was huge and didn't know how he'd get it in her
hole. She laughed when she squeezed and he produced a small flood of
juice. She realized it was like when her pussy got wet, so she smeared it
around his cock head. A girlfriend had told Polly about blow jobs, but she
had no idea about technique. She kissed the head and licked the cum
hole. It wasn't bad at all, it was very good. The man, his name was Todd,
groaned and said more. She kissed up and down his shaft, licking too. He
finally said put it in your mouth and suck it like a popsicle. That she
understood and opened wide to get it in. Todd grunted. He wanted to cum in
her mouth, but he really wanted to cum in her pussy. He decided the latter
was priority. He let her work with her mouth for a while, but finally had
to say stop. She pulled off and smiled at him. Todd had to catch his
breath, before making the final plunge. He told her she did that well, but
had to save his sperm for her cunt.

Back between her legs, he gave her one more good lick, and then placed his
dick at the entrance. They were both dripping wet, so no lube was
required. He asked Polly if she was ok. She just said "fuckin' do it now!"
She was tight, but his dick slid right in. Polly told us it was so much
different that her own finger. There was another body on top of her
sweating and grunting. It took her a minute to focus on the real
action. She liked the action. She had to figure out what to do with her
arms and legs. Arms around his neck, long legs wrapped around his
waist. She sensed the rhythm and moved with him. She could hear their loins
slapping together in the quite room. Todd was so worked up, he didn't last
too long. He had a rumbling orgasm, Polly said she was left waiting for the
sky to open up. It didn't happen. It had felt good and she could feel it
building. When Todd rolled off her, she frigged herself to another big cum.

She said after that, there was no more touching or flirting. He was distant
for the next two days. He never showed any special affection ever
again. Polly said she even tried flirting to see if he was still interested
in her. She finally figured it was the conquest that turned him on. After
that, there was no desire. She said since then her attention turned to
girls, who were usually a lot more fun. Polly did remind us that she did
make exceptions for "special boys" and if Jayne didn't mind, she was
interested in me. Polly's story was very erotic. I still think about it
even now.

We all dozed off after our early morning and long walk. I woke up to hands
on my body. someone was stroking my head and someone was stroking my slowly
rising dick. I just closed my eyes to more enjoy the sensations. The kiss
was Jayne, I recognized her lips. That must be Polly down below. Yes, her
fingers were longer than Jayne's. When she put me in her mouth, I was sure
it wasn't Jayne. She didn't have that talented articulated tongue that
Jayne does. She could take me in all the way to the base of my shaft. She
could do something with her throat muscles I'd never experienced before. I
felt Jayne shifting on the bed and sensed a leg coming over me. She planted
her pussy on my face, rubbing from nose to chin. I stuck my tongue out
hoping to hit the target as she passed over. When I made contact with her
clit, she settled in and let me suck and lick. Polly moved up and took the
position over my now hard cock, I felt her grasp it and point it to her
waiting opening. The first thing I noticed was her hairy bush rubbing
against me. Much different from Jayne's sparse thatch. I felt like the
biggest sex toy ever. I couldn't move too much with out losing my grip on
the pussy in my mouth. Lie back and enjoy it was coming true. The other
thing I could sense was that Polly was more flexible than Jayne. Her hips
went up and down, but also swayed side to side in a circular motion.  The
double dose of female was tremendous.  I was able to control myself and
give Polly a good long ride. Jayne came first. It was a squeaking sound and
a gush of liquid that signaled she was there. Then the grinding on my
face. I lapped up what I could as I finished her off. She Lifted her leg
again and fell off my face. That meant I could now focus on Polly.

I could finally see her face. She smiled and said good work cowboy. Her
breasts were like two slightly soft tomatoes. They hung down a little, but
still very firm. Different from Jayne's firm pointy cones. Her nipples were
bigger too. I had to touch them. We both responded to that contact. Jayne's
body was very strong. She had a thin waist that flared out to her wide
hips. I could almost get both hands around her waist and the narrow
point. I could feel the strong muscles in her back. Not an extra ounce of
meat on her, except those hips and butt. They were perfectly proportioned
giving her a model like shape. I could see it was a test to see who could
go the longest before losing control. Jayne was watching with curiosity and
a little envy. I doubled my effort now. Polly countered with some strong
pussy muscle action, like fingers milking me. I tried to reach down to
finger her clit, but she was grinding on my pubic bone, not giving an
inch. Shen leaned down to my face and said, you are a good little fucker,
but I'm better. then she shoved her long tongue in my mouth to make sure I
understood. I didn't have any tricks left, I just had to keep pounding and
hold my fire.

"God damn you Will." That was it. There was a flood of pussy juice running
down making her pussy super slippery. She screamed and cursed. I'd out
lasted her. I replied with five strong blasts, turning the flood into
deluge. We both let out with a roar of laughter, She turned to Jayne and
kissed her and thanked her.

"That was the best boy ever, thank you for sharing."

That was only the first day of the long weekend. There was more to come.


-------------- Dallas And The Bunkhouse Boys---------

We slept well and woke early. The girls helped me clean up and make the
bed. That done we loaded our trash and bags onto a boat and crossed the
lake to the waiting ATV. Rather than head to North Cliff I thought we
should stop at the Pump House. I was still getting used to that place and
wanted to show off to Polly. I showed them all the features and the
view. Polly said she wanted to marry me. Sadly Polly had to leave the next
morning with her mother. Jayne, Polly and I agreed to keep contact until
the next Gravity Rock gathering. We have stayed close friends over the
years and still meet up all these years later.

Jayne told me Curly had asked if I would be around on the weekend and
wondered if I wanted to join the Bunkhouse Boys on Saturday night. She had
hinted to me in the past this was an all male private club. She asked about
Dallas. I told her we had a nice talk and he admitted to me he was very
curious about male sex. He said one of the coaches at his basketball camp
had showed off to him in the shower a couple of times. Once the coach stood
there with a hard on in his hand and pointed it at Dallas with an inviting
glance. He was too scared to try anything. I asked him if he surfs porn,
but he said no. Parents watch his history and he is deathly afraid if he
gets caught with gay porn. I fixed him up with a thumb drive with some of
Roddy's porn. He said that helped a lot. He's very curious. I just haven't
had time to invite him over. She said to invite him out. The boys would be
nice to him. I told her I'd be there to check it out no matter if Dallas
wants to or not.

I called Dallas and told him about the invite. He had an interest in older
boys so I thought this would be ideal for him. He gave it some thought for
a long and hard time. I told him he could spend the night with me at the
Pump House after. A couple of hours later he texted to say he was in. I got
his address and said I'd pick him up. When I saw Curly on Friday night he
said he was happy we decided to join them. Them being Clint and Brett along
with Curly. I knew them from the Ranch so I would be comfortable. He asked
about Dallas and I explained he was curious, so they should make him feel
safe.

The adults were at the barn for the Saturday banquet. Most of the kids were
at the cookout. Jayne was off helping with that. It was pretty quiet around
the ranch when we arrived. I knocked on the bunkhouse door and was greeted
by Brett who check us out as he let us in. Curly and Clint were sitting
around the table in just shorts, showing off their bodies. Dallas was a
little nervous, but they made him feel welcome quickly. Curly explained
that this was a fun group. Dallas could observe or join in, no
pressure. I'd told Dallas to dress comfortable, easy off, easy on. He was
wearing shorts and a tee. Curly explained that Clint was a bottom, he liked
getting fucked. Brett could go either way, top or bottom. Curly was clearly
the alpha top all the way. He also explained that is was a closed group,
none of them fucked outside the circle, so we could be assured it was safe.

Brett asked me if I wanted to show the new boy what I like. I was plenty
willing and stripped off. I was of course wearing a nice pair of
panties. Curley saw them and applauded me for my good taste. He said to
leave them on.

"I Learn something new about you everyday Master Will"

Dallas checked them out and said "cool." He wanted to know where I got
them. I told him Cassie bought these for me at Ruthie's shop. Curly was
surprised I knew about Ruthie, said she was a good friend. They told Dallas
to get naked too. The guys were shedding what little clothes they had
on. Dallas got right into it. He had a great body and a nice package. Brett
approached me with his dick in hand and invited me to touch it. I did. It
was good size, cut, and he was shaved. It looked impressive jutting out
from his fit torso. I took the offer and started off licking the purple
head. I was turned on and hard as soon as I got on my knees. After a few
deep sucks I looked up and around. Curly was now sitting next to Dallas
telling him I was doing an excellent job on the man's cock. I wanted Dallas
to see me enjoying myself and making Brett feel good. Brett said to the
room, the kid has talent. Clint got behind me and started fingering my
ass. I pushed against his hand to show approval. It was the dick in my
mouth I was paying attention to. Brett was whispering "yeah yeah, good
good." If he was into young boys he wasn't showing it. He was just into
sucking and fucking. I liked the idea of an older guy, enjoying my
skills. He shouted it's coming, then NOW. I was prepared for the mouthful
and then some. I turned to show the guys the load of jizz I'd caught. When
I got up, Curly slapped me on the back and said good work Master Will. Wish
you had come to visit sooner.

Curly he told everyone to come to his room. He was going to do Clint's
ass. Curly's room was the biggest and most elaborate. The king bed was set
on a heavy carved wood frame. The art work and decor in the room was
tasteful, no deer head on the wall. I noticed prints by Degas, Latrec and
David Hamilton. The bunkhouse was hardly the rustic farm building the name
described. It was a smaller version of the farm house. Well taken care of
with lots of wood trim and fantastic furniture. Dallas and I sat together
on the love seat. Curly and Clint stood facing each other, dicks
touching. Curly grasped both in his hand and rubbed them together. He
turned to us and told us this was called frotting. The moved to the bed
with Curly lying on top of Clint. Curly rubbed his dick on Clint again,
then raised up so we could see. Clint reached down and squeezed the two
male organs together, like Curly had done. The whole thing was like a
dance. They had done this before and had choreographed every move. Brett
was sitting on a chair on the other side of the bed. He was massaging his
still flaccid penis. The action was hot, I looked over to Dallas and he was
taking it all in. I figured now was the time to reach out and touch him. He
saw my hand wrap around his cock and smiled. He looked up and said that's
good, that's good. He returned the touch feeling me through the
panties. All was good.

Curly made a move and took Clint's dink into his mouth. Clint had the
smallest tool In the room. Quite the contrast to his solid, chunky
build. That didn't stop Curly from enjoying it. After priming Clint, he
moved up and straddled his chest and offered up his impressive wood. Curly
was shaved except for a small patch above his rod. His fair hair meant he
wasn't very hairy otherwise. That is in contrast to Clint, who was called
Baby Bear by Curly and Brett. Curly smiled as he fed his ten inches to his
best bottom. Again, this was just a primer. Once he'd had enough he pulled
back and off Clint who he turned face down on the bed. He told his place
straddling Clint's legs and press his dick into the ass that was offered
up. He just rubbed up and down the crack, never attempting to penetrate his
lover. H turned Baby Bear over on to his back yet again. His baby dick was
licked again and then Curly nodded at Clint. He knew the signal, and pulled
his legs up at the knees. I must say, Clint was very limber and
flexible. Brett handed Curly the bottle of lube and everyone was now
ready. This was not tender sex, nor was it brutal and forced. It was pure
male energy transferred from dick to asshole. I was speechless. He was in
with just one firm push. I don't think either expected any resistance. The
pile driving action was relentless for at least fifteen minutes. Curly
grunted quietly and Clint hummed to himself. No words were exchanged. Curly
must have hit Clint's prostate just right, because he moaned and shot a
load onto Curly's chest. That seemed to enrage the top who double his
speed, and busted his own nut in the welcoming ass. After a brief pause
they both barked and high fived. A most delightful display. Dallas was
glued to the action. His own cock, rock hard.

Brett handed out towels and the two cleaned up. Clint disappeared to the
bathroom to drain his cum filled bowels. Curly turned his attention to his
young guests and asked us if we like that. He asked me "you've done that
before, haven't you?" Yes, but not with an adult. "Just those girly boys?"
I told him about the English lads. He liked hearing that not all the asses
I've fucked were wearing panties. His real interest was Dallas. "What did
you think of that? Are your ready to join in now?" Dallas said "yes, I'm
sure now." He asked if he could try sucking one of the guys. I suggested he
try all three of them. They were all different sizes and shapes. Curly
thought that was a brilliant idea. When Clint got back to the room, we told
him what was coming next. They sat down on the bead in order of size. Clint
and Curly were still recovering, but Brett was boned up. He looked at
Dallas and said "C'mon, give it a try." Dallas didn't seem unsure at
all. He was between Brett's legs in a flash. I watched as he was deliberate
as he inspected the first man dick he's had in his hands. He knew what to
do to build up the pleasure. Finally he lowered his head and with a wide
open mouth took the offered prized as deep as he could. He came up and down
a few strokes, then said I want to try another. He moved over to Baby
Bear's baby dick and swallowed it whole. He did something that made Clint
squirm. We all laughed at that excellent technique. Dallas saved the
biggest and best for last. The size of Curly's monster dick came into true
focus when Dallas wrapped both hands around the shaft and there was still
nearly six inches sticking out from above his hands. He just started at it
for a minute, wide eyed. Finally he stuck his tongue out and licked the
shaft up to the base of the large mushroom crown. Curly was in heaven, a 12
year old boy on his knob. A boy who was just discovering the joys of male
sex. Dallas raised up to put his mouth around the head. He found he could
only get the very tip past his lips comfortably. That didn't stop him from
going to work on what he had in his mouth.

"That's good kid, it feels really good. Rub my dick while you do that and
I'll give you a hot mouthful."

The rest of us watched intently and Dallas was making his dream come
true. He weighed the ball sack, and measured the circumference at the point
where the big beautiful boner met the body. Curly was enjoying it. He was
tensing up, biting his lip. The reality of a young boy about to learn the
taste of man cum for the first time had us all excited. Dallas was eager to
earn his reward. His hand started pumping faster while the other hand
gripped Curly's balls, his lips sucking and sliding down as far has he
could go. He actually seemed to be getting more of Curly's pride into his
young pink lipped mouth.

"Aw, fuck." was the only warning Dallas got. Curly's big paws held the boys
head tight on his pole as he bucked. Dallas managed to swallow the first
few jets, then the excess started running out the sides of his mouth. He
pulled away a little and licked up the overflow. Then he went down again,
this time getting the whole head past his lips. Curly groaned again, and
seemed to pump at least one more load in to the waiting mouth. He groaned
again and laid back on the bed motionless. Dallas slowly released his
suction grip and raised his head. He asked Curly if he'd done a good
job. Curly roared out laughing. Dallas broke into a big smile and turned to
us for a reaction. We all cheered his effort. When he stood up, his own
raging hard on extended from his loins. Brett said someone needs to take
care of that. Dallas asked if Curly would do the honors and return the
pleasure. Brett recognized I was hard and hadn't had a mouth on my meat yet
either. Dallas sat down on the love seat next to me and thanked me. We
admired the erections we were sporting and reached over and stroked each
other. I held Dallas and told Curly to eat up. Brett followed over and was
down on his knees next to Curly. They laughed and said fresh meat. Dallas
felt like the two most powerful boys on the planet with these strapping
ranch hands worshipping at the alter of boy cock. It was some many levels
of excitement for me. Watching the long fuck session, then seeing Dallas
get his first taste of cock, then the side by side blow jobs. I hoped
Dallas and I would get are chance to sample each others wares. The mouth on
me was doing a special job. I couldn't take my eyes off Curly the macho
ranch hand, and Jayne's older brother hungrily feasting on Dallas. Dallas
we in ecstasy getting his cock sucked for the first time and by a man. He
didn't hide it when he was approaching the brink. Grunts, and cries, and
hips bouncing on the love seat. I put my hand on his thigh to share the
electricity. I also touched Curly, I wanted to feel his power. I held off
my cum until Dallas had exploded into the waiting mouth. I could see the
cheeks sucking out all the essence of the boy. His boy balls looked tiny in
Curly's big hand.

"Now Brett." I gabbed the back of his head and pulled him down on me. I
wasn't going to choke him with my twelve year old pecker, no worry there. I
just wanted to feel his face pressed against me as him lips worked on
draining every last drop.

Curly was the first to recover. He stood up looking over his stable of
stallions and beamed. "Best Bunk House Party ever. Welcome to our new
members."

I got Dallas and i back to the Pump House. I was enjoying my new space and
making the most of it before the weather changed. I realized we stunk of
male sex so I hustled us into the shower before we got in bed
together. Dallas thanked me again for helping him confirm his choice. I
just told him an open mind is a health mind. We stood at the windows for a
while looking at the stars shining over the valley. I'm sure we were both
asleep as soon as the lights went off.When I woke, I felt a hard dick
poking my bare ass. I reached around and held it for a minute. Then I
pulled back the covers and went straight down on Dallas. I'd been waiting
for my chance. The older guys were plenty of fun, but it was a boy that I
craved. He stirred as soon as I had my lips locked around him. He said I
hoped you would, I'll do you as soon as you are done. I was disappointed
that I wasn't the first to suck off Dallas, but I was thrilled to be doing
it now. He was about the same size as me. Nice dark patch of hair on
top. Tasty round balls. His morning wood didn't last that long and I got my
daily dose in just a few minutes. I was anxious to see how skilled he was
and he surprised me. No novice here. I let him check me out closely. He
turned me over and spread my ass cheeks. I felt a wet finger probing then
enter me. His other hand was rubbing my balls. I asked if he wanted to fuck
me.

"I'd like to, but you sucked all the hardness out of me. Maybe another
time." Of course there was another time.

He went back down on me and finished with style. Swallowed every drop. He
said he loved the taste and had been eating his on jizz since he started
producing. I told him me too. Dallas revisited the Bunk House often after
that. He even started working at the stables part time.

------------ One More Party ----------------

Jayne and I planned on making a splash at Hattie's party. I had a new
tailored suit I'd been fitted for while in San Francisco. It came with some
dress shirts and ties. Jayne promised to dress to the nines. To fit the 50s
- 60s cocktail scene I decided to travel in a period correct vehicle. I
called the service to see if they had any vintage cars. Franco asked if a
63 Lincoln Continental would suit me. Black with suicide doors. Hattie's
parents owned the penthouse atop one of the tallest buildings in town. A
swanky place for sure. We were greeted at the drop off by a uniformed
doorman and a photographer Hattie had hired. We turned the heads of people
passing by on the sidewalk. The doorman led us in and introduced us to the
elevator attendant who could take us up to the private floors. The door to
the apartment was open, as only guests would have got this far. Hattie
greeted us, doing a double take when she saw it was Jayne with on my arm.

"Jayne, I didn't expect you. How do you and Will know each other?"

"We are old friends. I've given Will a few horsy rides."

Hattie nearly choked at that not so subtle double entendre. Someone asked
Hattie where she got the idea for a cocktail party theme. She said it was
from that TV show from the 50s, Mad Men. Jayne interrupted and pointed out
Mad Men premiered in 2007. She added if she wanted to see a real period
piece maybe she should try Peter Gunn. Hattie asked what was that show.
Jayne, the pop culture expert gave her a thumbnail description about a cool
private eye and his girlfriend who was a jazz singer at Mother's night
club. Hattie took no offense, and said she would have to look that one up.

Everyone was dressed sharp in in something close to proper styles of the
era. Jayne beat them all. She had a vintage 1962 black cocktail dress and
shoes. She'd got her hair done correctly too. I got my long hair cut too. I
liked the look and kept if for most of the time. The apartment was
spectacular. The view of the city was the best I'd ever seen. The lights
ended to the south of town, that would be North Cliff. There were about 20
kids there enjoying the super bites of food and the "mocktails" the
bartender was serving. A hostess circulated around the room, offering food
and drinks. They, along with the band were the only adults seen. No one was
going to get out of control on punch. The music was a treat. Roddy's dad
was tops and the rhythm section could swing like nobody's business.

Late in the evening the band stopped for a minute. I saw Jayne step over
and speak to Teo. He nodded and turned to the band and called out Fever, in
the keuof G.

"Take it nice and slow for the lady." Jayne stepped up in front of the
piano and started to sing. The conversations in the room ceased and
everyone turned their attention to the music. Jayne was singing with the
soul and depth of someone well beyond her sixteen years. There was no
microphone, just her voice and the experienced band that knew how to
play. After a couple of verses she nodded to Teo to take a ride on the
piano. Jesus, they band took it out and then some. Jayne closed here eyes
and was swaying to the music. The kids were now all pushed up right in
front. I found a spot where I could see over them and watch the band and
Jayne getting into it. At the end of the long solo passage, Teo told the
band to take it down. All you could hear with the swish of the brushes on
the snare and the sparse piano notes. Jayne came back in, smoldering. The
sheer sexiness of the song and her voice washed over the audience. When
they finished the song, the room erupted. Jayne came off the bandstand and
up to me with a huge smile. "Surprise." I hugged her and then kissed her. I
could feel the party goers crowding around to congratulate Jayne, so I
stepped away to let her enjoy the moment. I walked over to Mr Falcone, who
was also smiling and said to me, that girl of yours owned that song.

The story will fade to black here. This was just the first weeks of life at
public school. More friends were made, there were new intimate relations.
The five years went by quickly. I will return to the many adventures I had
after the story moves on to college and the major events.


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