Date: Wed, 17 Feb 2021 11:01:34 -0800 From: thomas Subject: Organic Chapter 2 ORGANIC CHAPTER 2 Josh' hole was still red and moist from the earlier encounter with his canine friend. My dick slipped in him easily. I could feel internal parts of him grip my cockhead as I moved slowly through the length of his passage, resting a few seconds with my pubic hair tickling his ass. His voice cracked as he called my name and I was reminded that I was fucking a fourteen year old. "Too late now," I thought and began to power through until I felt the gradual surfacing of my orgasm. I slowed to savor the final moments before cumming. As I did Josh pushed his cock and balls between his legs so that I could see the lateral aspect of his cock, twin brown lobes, shiny with preecum. The view spoiled my plan for delay and I began to slam furiously against his ass until I spurted again and again into his warm darkness, moaning, "fuck, fuck," with each thrust. I tried to collapse on his back and let my exhaustion have its way but Josh stood up and pushed my face down to his cock. "Now me," he said, moving his stiff cock, half covered by his foreskin, to my face. I pushed his foreskin back with my lips and took the beautiful brown organ in my mouth, sucking noisily until he quickly came, moaning as he filled my mouth with his cum. He wiped his still hard cock across my face and held my shoulders down as he said, "Now finish the job," turned and bent over the raised bed again. I had not swallowed all his cum when I pressed my face into his backside, found his well used hole and began to suck what remained there into my mouth. My face was covered and my mouth was full of Josh' cum, my cum the dog's cum and Josh' anal mucous. The smell was intoxicating. He moaned as I continued to shove my tongue in his hole and rub my face' now slimy stubble between the cheeks of his ass. Finally sated, we got up and Josh led me to a hose where I washed the remains of the cum fest off my face and Josh' ass. We dressed and he picked a couple of eggplants for his mom. That's when he told me I was invited to his house for dinner the next night. He knew that Levi and my sister were attending a meeting of the county zoning board that evening to discuss adding more homes on the property adjacent to their cohousing community. So I was free. I planned to spend the day hiking in the mountains with Laurel but had no plans in the evening so I happily accepted the invitation. I thought I might like to get to know his folks and he had promised not to mention our encounters. Josh walked me over to my sister's cottage and we parted ways with a wink from Josh and a reminder to come to dinner the next evening at six. I said I was looking forward to it and turned on to my sister's path, looked around to see if anyone was watching, and blew him a kiss. It was sweet. Laurel had wine, a veggie appetizer plate and her hunky Israeli husband, Levi, waiting in the small living room. I swear, the guy got better looking every time I saw him. When he got up to take my hand and give me a welcome bear hug, I could see his religion outlined through his thin sweatpants. I felt the heat of his body when he hugged me and I thought, "got to remember to ask Laurel how big his cock is. Looks like it's a whopper." Speaking of whoppers, Levi cooked black bean burgers and asparagus on the grill which I attacked like a starving sailor. The afternoon activity had apparently given me an appetite. After the plates were cleared, we spent the rest of the evening playing Settlers of Catan, talking about zoning issues (yawn) and the hike we were planning for the next day. Later back in my room, I thought about the afternoon with Josh and quickly popped a boner. I jack off a lot, I have to say, once or twice a day minimum unless Rafe is feeling extra frisky. He always gives me a warning in the morning so I can save up for him. Plus he likes the smell of my unwashed foreskin after a day in the workforce, before my evening shower. Full disclosure here. I'm bisexual, probably 60/40 in the direction of guys and I've been totally happy with Rafe sexually. I haven't felt the need to explore relationships with women since my senior year at LSU where Rafe and I met. I still think about pussy occasionally but don't usually have the need to pursue it. I also have to say that I love my penis better than anything. Always have, even when I was just a little kid and only needed two fingers to get myself off. Laurel and I are redheads so I have that typical ginger cock, seven ivory white inches, dark blue veins that are prominent when I'm hard, reddish glans and red inner foreskin that deepens in color when I'm about to cum. I love to watch all the movement in my shaft skin and color change in my cock as I jerk off. It's a great visual turn on in addition to the physical one. This night though, I decided to forgo self pleasure in case Josh decided to make another late night visit, but alas, the only knock on my door was in the morning when Laurel woke me for breakfast and our trip to the mountains. It was a warm summer day, perfect for being out of doors and into nature. We found the trailhead for the walk we'd reconnoitered the night before and set off into the wilds of Montana. Around noon, we found an outcropping of shale above a creek and stopped there to eat the lunch Laurel had packed for us. We packed up our stuff after lunch and both lay back on the rocky outcropping to enjoy the feeling of the noonday sun with mountain breezes that offset the heat. It was enormously peaceful. After a half hour or so, Laurel said, "Gus, do you remember our thirteenth birthday?" I felt myself flush as she prompted me to recall events that I had stored away in the place of forbidden memories. "Oh God Sis," I pleaded, "don't ask me to go there. I've tried to put all that in the past. Why do you need to revisit all that when we're doing so well together?" "Because I think of it all the time, that's why," she replied. "I don't know how you can put a thing like that out of your mind." "We were just kids, Laurel," I said. It was the beginning of our teens. You can't hold that against me now, a decade and a half later. It's not fair." "My handsome big brother (she was born an hour before me)," she said, "I don't hold anything against you. It was our first sexual experience and it was with each other. I cherish that memory. Not only that, I call it up when I'm making love to Levi and can't get off. It always does the trick." I was dumbstruck. For fifteen years I had tried in vain to rid myself of that day's memory and the shame I felt at its recall. Now I was hearing from Laurel that she thrived and even took sexual pleasure from the memory. Wow. There was no stopping the memories that flooded back to me now. I had gotten a new Gameboy for my birthday, "because you're a boy', she pouted, a little teary eyed. I wasn't very good at mansplaining at thirteen, so I invited her into my room, a hitherto inviolate space, to be the first to share the Gameboy with me. We sat next to each other on the bed, furiously competing for the best score, our legs pressed against each other as we played. The more she squirmed around as she tried to get an advantage in score, the higher her dress rode up her thighs until I glanced over and saw her panties where they covered her crotch. I stared open mouthed as I did a double take. She noticed my eyes and the little boner that sprung up in my shorts and started giggling. "Little brother has big eyes and another big part, if I'm not mistaken." I blushed furiously and started to get to my feet but she put a hand on my arm and pulled me back. "You can look if you want to little brother. It doesn't hurt anything. And remember, we used to take baths together." So I looked a little more closely and saw some wetness on her underwear that showed a bare outline of her little pussy. I didn't even know what precum was and I was already covered in it as I struggled to catch my breath. "Can I see it Laurel," I pleaded. "Please?" "Ok, but if I show it to you, you'll have to kiss it'" she replied teasingly. I, of course, agreed to her terms and a deal was struck. She slipped her panties off and said, "on your knees little brother and have a good look." I did as I was instructed and found myself staring at something entirely new to me, an unimaginably enchanting sight; at tuft a light red hair above a damp little slit. A pink button protruded from just below the hair. Tentatively I put my mouth to it, intending a gentle kiss, but the little nub seemed to call for more. I ran my tongue up the slit until it encountered the nub and I began to suck and tease the tiny organ until I thought I could feel it move in my mouth, though perhaps that was just her pushing her hips against my face. She began a low moan and shifted her body so she could put her foot in my groin and pressed it against my cock. I had actually had only a couple of wet orgasms up to that point but the pressure of Laurel's foot caused me to spasm uncontrollably and fill my foreskin and shorts with jet after jet of my newly active prostate's fluid. I lifted my face and looked at Laurel, dying, I imagined, of embarrassment. "What an awful mess," I thought. "She's going to think I pissed in my pants." I hopped up and hurried the the bathroom across the hall to clean up. When I returned to the room, laurel was gone and this unshakable shame took up permanent residence in my subconscious. "Come on," Gus," Laurel said. "I can't believe you're carrying around all those memories as if you had done something to hurt me. Can't you see how that day freed me to explore my own sexuality? I owe that freedom to you, Gus. I hope you can understand how I love and appreciate that you for opened those doors for me." It seemed as if her words had suddenly unlocked a part of me, a part of my sexuality, that had been locked away for many years behind a curtain of guilt. I wondered about this aloud as Laurel and I turned to go back down the path toward her home and my temporary lodging. "I guess you never know when those kinds of surprises will happen, little brother. Let's see what other surprises the next couple of days will bring," she said cryptically. When we got back to the community, Laurel and Levi hurried to their car to get into town and the council meeting. I washed up and headed over to Josh' house and the promise of a home cooked meal. Josh' mom, Lizz, met me at the door of their small but impeccably furnished home and led me into the living room where a bottle of vinho verde sat open in a bucket of ice on the coffee table. " Josh is in town playing video games with one of his school friends and Eric just left to pick him up. It's just you and me, Gus, and this bottle of wine for the next hour or so I hope you like the vintage. Eric and I drink it by the case in the summer." We toasted to long summer evenings and settled into light conversation about our respective histories. Lizz' parents were Vietnamese immigrants, born in San Francisco after fleeing their war torn homeland. They were industrious and created a business importing goods from Southeast Asia enabling them to send Lizz and her siblings to exclusive private schools and to UCFS where she earned a master's degree in social work. Eric was a golden boy - a top athlete and competitive surfer. And also quite the hunk, if the family photos on the piano of the tall boy in board shorts were any indication. I leaned over to get something from the veggie tray and managed to spill my wine all over my shirt for the effort. "No problem, Gus," she said "Come on to the laundry room with me and we'll get you tidied up." I gave her my shirt which she blotted with paper towels as I snuck a look at the nipple outline clearly visible on the front of her partially unbuttoned blouse. What the hell was wrong with me. I was acting like a sex maniac, for God's sake. As I said earlier, I don't generally seek out sexual contacts with women, though I certainly can enjoy it when those opportunities present themselves. Looking at Lizz' tits did arouse me. She was short, dark and boyish, the kind of woman I was inclined to take a second look at. Lizz saw the second look and said, "It doesn't seem fair that you have your shirt off and I don't, does it" as she slowly unbuttoned her blouse. As you might expect, her breasts were small and dark, with juicy nipples the size of quarters. I felt them calling and she moaned softly as I put one in my mouth and gently sucked the quickly hardening tissue. She pulled my face to hers and kissed me deeply, holding my mouth to hers with one hand and using the other to shimmy out of her shorts and panties. She broke our kiss, hopped backwards onto the washing machine, spread her legs and pushed my face downward saying, "You did a great job upstairs Gus, now try downstairs." I slowly kissed and licked my way down her belly to the warm prominence that housed her vagina. "Shades of being thirteen and my sister's pussy," I thought as my tongue sought that distantly familiar territory. It was warm and wet, fragrant and very much in my face. Her clit was soft between my lips, hardening into the tiny cock it resembled. I sucked it. She moaned and began to push her crotch against me, all heat and wetness, softly moaning with pleasure. My hands were dug into her thighs when suddenly she gasped in what I briefly thought was the onset of orgasm until I sensed the shadow blocking the light from the doorway behind us. A deep male voice said, "Well son, it looks like it's not just the family who find your mom's pussy inviting. I think your dinner guest has helped himself to the hors d'oeuvres." Josh and his dad stood in the door to the laundry room, grinning at me on my knees in front of Lizz, at the sight and smell of our unfettered lust. I went to stand but Eric pressed his strong hands on my shoulders and said, "finish what you started, Gus. You and I can get acquainted later." Josh followed with,"Gosh, Dad. This is way quicker than we expected." Before I had time to wrap my head around his words and this change in course, my face was pushed back into Lizz' crotch and I took up where I left off, sucking on the little man in the boat until we were all treated to Josh' mom's squeal as she came hard, pushing her groin wildly in my face. I was still wiping my face and catching my breath when the same big hands that pushed me down, now picked me up to face their owner. Josh' dad, Eric, was every bit a late thirties version of the young hunk I'd seen holding a surfboard in the family photos. Tall, a good six feet, blonde and still trim enough to evidence the care he took care of himself through the years. It was an older face from the one in the pictures, handsome still but with a maturation that did justice to the notion of aging gently and well. Josh stood at his side, something of a reflection of this father, but with his mother's light mahogany coloring and dark inviting eyes. As if preplanned, they each took one of my arms, hooked it in theirs' and led me from the laundry room, through the small living room and into the master bedroom. Lizz followed, lighting a joint and passing it to each of us as we stood, waiting for the next act to commence. It was a short wait. Lizz took a hit on the joint and pulled Josh to her, exchanging a passionate smoke filled kiss with him. Eric took the next hit and, following Lizz' example, pulled my face to his and blew the smoke into my lungs. The dope helped me suspend the deepening disbelief I had been feeling in the time since Lizz took off her blouse. "What kind of weird family have I wandered into," I wondered as Josh slipped to his knees in front of his dad, looking Eric in the eye and massaging the growing bulge in his father's shorts. Seeing the befuddled expression on my face, Eric said, "Our family endorses the concept of open sexuality, Gus. We've included Josh in our sexual activities since he was ten. We both regretted all the pleasure we missed in our early years because of our culture's repression of sexual urges. We were committed to Josh not having the same deprivation." Josh continued, "Dad taught me about masturbation and orgasms when I was a kid, but it wasn't until I was ten that mom and dad took me in their bed one night and made sure that I fully understood the force I could bring about. I was between them, all of us naked with only the light of the bedside lamps. Mom massaged my nipples while dad did the same with my scrotum and perineum, telling me to relax and enjoy the sensations they were producing. I did as he suggested and was rewarded with elements of tactile pleasure I had never experienced." Lizz continued, "I could see the doors of pleasure opening for Josh. His little four inch cock was hard as a nail when Eric eventually went down on him and gave him his first orgasm. Ejaculation, of course, came a few years later when his cock was big enough to fit snugly in me. He nearly passed out that first time, as I recall." "Oh mom," Josh said. Now you're embarrassing me. Let's get on with tonight's business so we can get some dinner. I'm starving." Business seemed like the right word for it. Apparently the three of them met together when I accepted the dinner invitation and hatched a plan to take advantage of my naïveté. The bedside table lamps were on, dim enough to cast the four of us in vague, sensual shadow, but bright enough to facilitate both action and memory. Lizz settled onto the middle of the bed with the family males on either side of her. I couldn't help but recall the story of their first family threesome and wondered if this was the starting formation for all their bedroom activities. Lizz motioned me to her and I lay down gently on top of her. Josh and his dad rolled toward us and put their arms around my back, linking fingers and pulling themselves toward Lizz and me, forming a sort of hot dog in a bun formation. Lizz pushed her pelvis into mine while Josh and Eric pressed their hard cocks against my hip bones, grinding rhythmically against me in unison. Lizz and I were slicked up from her wetness and my precum. My cock slipped effortlessly into her and we both moaned softly as I buried myself up to my pubic bone. "Are you in yet?" Josh whispered, putting his tongue in my ear as he did. His dad started on my other ear, turning me on in a way I'd never experienced. I knew I'd explode if I stayed in Lizz with all the stimulation and I wasn't quite ready to be finished with these three. I slowly pulled out and turned to face Eric. He pressed his face to mine and started sucking my tongue greedily as he grabbed my balls and pulled me gently closer to him. At that moment we were just the two of us and Eric was pushing me down toward his cock. I got a good look at it before it went in my mouth. It was circumcised and fat - not quite beer can fat but a nice handful, about six or seven inches with an oddly small head sitting tightly atop the bulbous shaft, leaking a single inviting drop of precum. It proved slightly sweet on my tongue as I licked my way past the head and went slowly down on its fatness, stretching my mouth and gag reflex to their absolute capacity as I pressed my face into his closely trimmed, strawberry blonde pubic hair. I pressed my teeth gently into the base of his cock before I slowly pulled away and started a slow hand/mouth attack on his cock. After a few strokes I felt a lubricated finger beginning to explore my first sphincter, pushing past that barrier in search of my prostate. I could see Lizz kneeling by Eric's side, watching me give her husband a blow job, so I knew the finger belonged to Josh. I pushed my butt upward toward his finger, gratefully acknowledging the small invasion, hoping for more. And more I got. One finger became two and I relaxed the sphincter as the boy ran his fingers in opposite directions around the opening to my ass. Josh withdrew his fingers and replaced them with his cock, slowly sliding past my prostate into a deeper zone. He began to stroke in time with my exertions on his father's cock, as Lizz moved her crotch to Eric's face and began to tease her clit in earnest, alternating between letting Eric suck her fingers clean and returning them to their task. I angled my ass to take best advantage of Josh' teenage vigor and was rewarded with a prostate massage that made my cock drip copiously on Eric's belly. It was all I could do not to cum, with both my mouth and ass filled with swollen cock. Pulling out of my ass just in time, Josh said, "I want to fuck mom now, dad. Looking at her empty pussy is more than I can stand." "Ok little buddy", Eric replied. "We'll let Gus watch this version of our family game night." "I can't promise that I'll just watch," I interjected with a smile, as the three of them repositioned on the damp, crumpled sheets. Lizz positioned her lithe body on her knees, while Josh moved to mount her from behind, slowly pushing his cock past her hairless pussy's lips. His foreskin retreated against the tight flesh and he eased into her depths at a perfect angle to her swollen clit. Lizz moaned Josh' name as she pushed back into him, maneuvering herself to attain maximum contact between his cock and her clit. As this rearrangement was being executed, Eric was mounting Josh' back, the small head of his cock making way for the massive shaft that followed. It was plain that this was a familiar tableau. The males in the family hammered in unison, while Lizz pushed her pelvis upward toward each thrust. The four of us fell into a rhythm as I knelt over Lizz' face, jacking myself off while she licked and sucked my balls. As we all neared climax a cacophony of moans seemed to occupy the entire space of the bedroom, orchestrated by Lizz' scream as she came and at the same time took my full load in her face. Moments later Josh and his dad came at the same time, crying each other's names as they did. Eric pulled out of Josh' hole to come around to his wife's face from which he greedily slurped my cum, sharing it with Lizz with an intense kiss. I moved to the back of the pile, knowing that there were two holes with two abandoned cum loads waiting for my attention. Josh was still inside his mom, resting on her softness, when I put my mouth to his red and winking hole. A bit of Eric's cum extruded with each wink. I sucked up each small blob, then put my mouth to his ass, my tongue encouraging him to open for me to get the full dose of his father's seed. I gently rolled him off his mom so that his cock came out of her with a soft wet pop. Then I was face down on her pussy, sucking out a second cum load, finishing, I thought, what I started on the washing machine. I had enough cum in my mouth for everybody so, pulling Josh with me, I moved to Eric and Lizz, all of us kissing and exchanging the ample supply of cum I provided. Cum sated, we collapsed in a puppy pile, softly kissing each other and catching our collective breath. Josh' mom was the first to get up. "Ok," Lizz said, as she pitched us a couple of hand towels, "who's ready for tofu noodle casserole?"