Date: Wed, 14 Sep 2022 14:51:54 +0200 (CEST)
From: icarus70@tutanota.com
Subject: Canadian Bacon - Part 2

The following story depicts sexual acts between teen boys (girls will
re-appear in the next and final part).  Apologies for the long delay in
publishing part 2 -- life got a bit hectic. If you haven't read part 1, you
may want to but I think it's still possible to enjoy this as a one
off. This part features only b-b action; I have decided to make the story 3
parts, with grand finale bringing back the girls.

Enjoy, and support Nifty!

Canadian Bacon, Pt. 2 -- Fun at the Synagogue

Tom and I didn't talk much before we went our separate ways. I felt
exhausted, exhilarated and a little bit sad for some reason.  Less than 48
hours ago, if someone had told me that I would lose my virginity to a
strange Canadian girl, sharing her with one of my closest friends, I would
have thought them crazy. Yet here I was, having done the deed, and all that
I could think about was the sight of Tom's cock as he pulled it out of
Amelie's tight pussy. I also thought about his smooth white chest, which I
longed to caress, and how nice it would be to kiss the back of his neck. I
needed to snap out of it!

I do remember asking Tom why he told Dims that he was the only one who
fucked Amelie, and that his response was vague and disappointing.  He said
something about not wanting to "mess up" things, and that Dims and Sarah
may have become angry if they learned what really happened. I still didn't
understand his reasoning, but at the time I just wanted to get home, look
at my no longer virgin dick, shower, and maybe wank again to images of what
just transpired. After what had happened, I was sure that I had already
experienced the highlight of my April holiday, and I still had an entire
week of unscheduled days ahead of me that I felt certain would be boring.

I was wrong.

The next day, a Monday, was cold and rainy. Like most of my friends who
weren't on a "real" vacation to someplace like Disney World or California,
I was basically left at home with free reign of the house.  My older sister
was there, too, but she was a senior in high school and had a part time
job, which meant she left the house after lunch.  I played video games in
the morning and toyed with the idea of playing with myself as well, but
decided to wait until Jill (my sister) left for work, so that I could
really let loose and try a new location for my wank. Maybe even her
bedroom!

My plans changed - for the better - when Tom called to ask what I was doing
in the afternoon. After a brief exchange, during which we both agreed that
what happened the day before was "amazing," he told me that he was being
"dumped" at the Katzner's house for the afternoon. Rabbi Katzner was the
new rabbi at the Temple Tom's family belonged to, and was someone Tom had
mentioned "gave him the creeps" because he was always commenting on Tom's
appearance and physical development. They had a big family, somewhere
between 7-9 children, but I didn't know any of the Katzner kids very well
because they went to a Hebrew school and seemed fairly isolated. Tom had
told me that he youngest two kids were twins - a boy and a girl - called TJ
and Tammy, who were 12 years old. I had seen TJ around town a few times,
but didn't realize it until I met him again that day. Being overly
protective (with absolutely no idea that their son had spent the previous
day fucking an anonymous Canadian girl without a condom), Tom's parents
wouldn't allow him to stay home alone, and had arranged for him to spend
the afternoon and early evening (until 7:00) at the Katzner's house, which
was attached to the synagogue. Mrs. Katzner didn't work and seemed used to
having a house full of children, both hers and those belonging to
congregants, especially during school breaks when working parents were
looking for someplace to drop their kids. Tom said that he had already
cleared it with his mom, and it was fine for me to join him.

"It will just be you, me and TJ. They have a huge place - basically the
whole synagogue and all of it's halls and stuff - all to themselves, so we
usually take off and find someplace away from everyone else. TJ has pornos
that he stole from his dad. And I want to tell him about yesterday. He's a
pretty cool kid. He's gonna be way jealous of us."

Sounds good to me! I had nothing better to do - except pull on my dick in
various rooms around the house - so I called my mother and, not
surprisingly, received permission to accompany Tom to the Katzner's (both
of my parents were under the very false impression that Tom was completely
straight-laced, and wouldn't dare do something that adults would disapprove
of). Tom's mom was working an afternoon / night shift at the hospital - she
was a nurse, his father was a doctor - so she picked me up and dropped us
both at the temple, where TJ was waiting for us at the door.

TJ Katzner was, like Tom, dark haired and dark eyed, but skinnier and with
a darker, almost Middle Eastern complexion. He was also tall for his age -
at least as tall as Tom, which meant about an inch taller than me. This
made him appear older than 12, or at least older than I looked when I was
12, especially since he had a faint line of dark hair above his upper
lip. Oddly, his voice was still high, almost like my sister's, which seemed
out of place with his other more obvious masculine features. I distinctly
remember that he was wearing orange shorts that were, even for the time
period, extremely short and hugged his hipsvery tightly. Considering that
it was a very cool, early spring day in New England, I thought this was
odd; both Tom and I were in jeans and long-sleeved shirts, as well as a
jacket. TJ - whose real name was Tashaun Joel, I later discovered - was
oblivious to this incongruity and immediately tried to whisk us away before
Tom's mother could ask questions. He was partly successful, and was able to
assure her that his mother was home and that we would be strictly
supervised.  Just as my mother thought that Tom could do no wrong, Tom's
mother must have thought the same because she relented without having to
speak to Mrs. Katzner and drove off, confident that her son was up for an
afternoon of innocent fun.

As soon as we were in the clear, now walking toward a large garage that was
on the opposite end of the property, Tom said to TJ: "Did you get it?"

"Yeah," responded TJ, smiling.  "Did you bring yours?"

Tom nodded.

"Cool."

Feeling a bit left out, I turned to Tom and asked, "Bring what?"

"You'll see," was all that I got in reply.

And so, once again, I was the follower, being led by Tom and another one of
his Jewish friends into who knew what type of mischief.

Just as we were entering the garage - TJ opened a side door that led to a
set of stairs that went up to the second floor, which I was soon to
discover was occasionally used as a childcare center for the temple - my
host, who I realized was wearing a yarmulke, seemed to notice me for the
first time and bluntly asked, "You're John, right? Are you 14 too?"

"Yeah."

"Cool, but you're not Jewish, right?"

"No, I'm Catholic."

"Hmmm... ok. Well if anyone asks, tell them that you're Jewish, ok?"

"Yeah, sure," I replied. Suddenly, I wanted to go leave. Although my family
wasn't overly religious, attending church only a few times per year, it
didn't feel right to have lie about being catholic. Plus, I didn't think I
looked Jewish at all - at least none of the Jewish kids I knew had blonde
hair - especially considering that I possessed a rather long foreskin that,
while setting me apart from most of my friends, never ceased to delight
me. It seemed now that Tom was trying to bring me into some sort of secret
club. Why did he invite me in the first place?  I remembered that one time,
around the time of Tom's Bar Mitzvah, he had said to me, "You better watch
out, my parents would love to convert you," which I had taken as a
joke. Now I was beginning to wonder. Having been left at TJ's by Tom's
mother and with nobody expecting me home until 7:00, I was trapped.

At the top of the stairs another door led to a spacious great room that was
filled with play structures and toys. There were stuffed animals of all
sizes and, in one corner, a "reading nook" that contained four beanbag
chairs on a fuzzy carpet surrounded by low bookshelves. Immediately, TJ and
Tom headed for that corner.

"Come on!" Tom said, smiling. "This is where he keeps the mags, and the
stuff!"

I had no idea what "stuff" Tom was referring to, but I knew that the mags
were porn, probably an old Playboy magazine or two, which is what I was
familiar with at the time (my parents referred to such publications as
"dirty magazines," which made them even more attractive to me, a clean-cut
boy who always kept his room tidy). Curious and with no other options, I
followed, taking Tom's lead.

Now, although exact details about the the next hour or two are somewhat
fuzzy due to what transpired, I do know two things for sure: the magazines
that TJ produced from behind the miniature bookshelves were like nothing
that I had ever seen before (Penthouse, Forum, one called "Lesbian Lickers"
and another called "The Bi-way is My Way" that actually showed people
fucking and, gasp!, men sucking each other's cocks); and, the mystery items
or "stuff" that Tom and TJ had mentioned were two bottles of Manischewitz
Concord grape wine, which I later learned was basically sweet, kosher plonk
(TJs contribution) and a small bottle of vodka (Tom's contribution, pulled
out of his backpack).

They wanted to get drunk and look at porn!

Which is exactly what we did. And, in the process, as we poured over the
magazines and poured each other small cupfuls of drink, our conversation
turned to what had happened the previous day with Amelie. Emboldened by the
wine - we all agreed that the vodka tasted like lighter fluid - or perhaps
just intent to exaggerate, Tom portrayed Amelie as a voluptuous, exotic
nymph who was desperate to perform the same carnal acts that we were
looking at in the magazines. TJ was full of questions, some of which Tom
answered truthfully, and others - most others - answered with an
embellishment of some sort, usually favoring Tom (again, he claimed to have
broken her hymen!). I remained largely quiet, only interjecting with my own
embellishments when Tom was explaining how "I took over for him, so he
could reload."  Looking back, I realize that two factors were likely
responsible for my silence: I actually liked Tom's version better than
reality and, I was much more interested in watching TJ and Tom play with
themselves while the storytelling continued.

After what must have been our 4th or 5th drink apiece, TJ suggested that we
all strip down to our underwear, "to be more comfortable."  He told us the
door to the play room was locked from the inside, that he had the only key
and that we wouldn't be disturbed. I am fairly certain that if it hadn't
been for the drink and if I had asked something similar, Tom would have
objected, calling such a suggestion to strip to our underwear "gay," but he
readily agreed - claiming that the wine was making him overheated - and in
no time both of them had removed everything except their briefs. Tom's were
the same as yesterday - perhaps a fresh pair, perhaps not - while TJ's
underpants were pale blue bikini style briefs that did little to conceal
his erection. It looked big for a 12 year old, and I noticed that the hair
on his legs seemed to be darker and longer than even Tom's, which confirmed
that, unlike me who was completely smooth and shooting blanks at his age,
TJ was well into puberty.

Both of them egged me on, "Come on, John.  Your turn to get comfortable."
Already feeling the effects of the wine, I quickly shed my clothes. At this
point, we were all standing around - still in the reading nook - shifting
awkwardly on our feet, each of us erect in our skimpy underwear.

TJ looked me over and smiled, then turned to ask, "Which one of you is
bigger?"

"Me. But I am older," Tom replied matter-of-factly. Having seen Tom's hard
cock the day before, I couldn't dispute him, but I didn't want TJ to think
I had a boy dick.

"He's a few weeks ahead of me," I interjected, hoping that would set the
record straight.

And then, out of the blue, Tom said, "Let's compare."

The silence that followed couldn't have lasted for more than 30 seconds,
but it was awkward and tense. I wanted desperately to see Tom's dick again,
and was curious about TJ's too, but I also knew it would be social suicide
to appear too eager. TJ seemed a bit reluctant too. Although we each may
have changed in front of or even showered with other boys, that was the
result of circumstance and necessity. Comparing cocks in a synagogue
children's room took things to an entirely different level, with a wholly
different meaning. This was sex play, and it was gay.

Sensing he may have overstepped some unspoken boundary, Tom blurted out
"Man, I am so drunk! This wine has totally wrecked me!"  And, to prove his
point, he began to sway a bit, as though unsteady on his feet.

"Me too," followed TJ. "I can't even stand straight." Both were suddenly
acting like the drink had taken hold and they were no longer in
control. They looked like the drunks we would see in movies, staggering and
lurching. They turned to me, "What about you, John?  Are you drunk too?"

While I was certainly feeling lightheaded and a perhaps a bit tipsy, my
thoughts were clear and my legs were steady. Still, I didn't want to stray
from the script.

"I'm totally wasted!" I said, trying to use a word I had heard on
television, but unsure if it was appropriate in this context.

And that was all it took. Even though I was incredibly naive at the time, I
realized then that repeated proclamations of drunkenness gave us carte
blanche to behave however we wished. As long as we continued to remind
ourselves - and each other - that we were drunk, we were completely
unaccountable for our actions. Which, I decided, was fine by me.

In a matter of minutes, we were all naked, staring at each other's hard
ons. It came as no surprise that TJ immediately commented on my foreskin,
"Woah, man!  You still have your skin! I knew you weren't Jewish, but I
didn't know that goy dick was that different. You've got to show me how it
works.  Damn, I am so wasted!"  And that ended TJ's comments on my
uncircumcised status (at least for the time), which came as a relief.

One reason for TJs restraint may have been the fact his own cock, which
thankfully was about the same size as mine, had a very distinct upward
curve. It looked like a small, tan banana, with a very distinct acorn
shaped tip (his cut was extremely tight). His pubes were also much fuller
than mine, growing at least 2 inches above the entirety of his genitals. It
was the curve that mesmerized me, though, and I knew he saw me staring.

"Can you cum?" Tom asked him.

"What do you mean?" TJ asked, which made me wonder how mature he was after
all.

"Do you shoot? You now, sperm." I interjected, hoping to show some of the
bravado that Tom and TJ had already displayed, but unsure if using the word
sperm made me sound like a nerd.

"Yeah, of course," TJ responded. "Since I was, like, 11.  You guys want to
blow your loads now?"

Again, silence. Another step into dangerous territory that in any other
circumstance would lead to accusations that none of us wanted to hear.
Luckily, Tom stepped in to save the day.

"I'm so drunk!  Why not?" And at that, he immediately began tugging on his
cock. I was curious to see how it was done without a foreskin, so I moved a
little closer. TJ saw me, tapped me on the shoulder and said, "You like
watching? Pretty nice, huh?  Why don't you do him?"

Was he serious?

Suddenly I felt a hand pushing my hand away from my cock and replacing
it. TJ had grabbed my cock! This was serious. Although TJ claimed to have
no knowledge of the workings of a foreskin, he was a fast learner who
didn't require instruction.  Since then, I have wondered if, since having a
foreskin is a human male's "natural" state, is knowing how to handle
(i.e. wank) an uncircumcised penis some sort of male instinct? TJ's hands
were cold, but that didn't stop the feelings of intense pleasure from
radiating all over my exposed glans and throughout my body. I was being
jerked off by another boy!

I immediately stuck out my hand in a gesture to Tom, who was simultaneously
trying to watch us, wank, and take another sip of wine. Much to my relief,
he moved closer and released his cock, thrusting his hips forward to offer
me he pulsing 5 inch cock, which I could see was already leaking pre-cum.

"TJ, let me do you!" Tom said, and immediately reached for TJs cock, which
had remained steely hard (and curved) even though it was not being attended
to. With each of us holding another boys' dick in our hand, we had made it
official. There was no turning back. As if on cue, we all professed how
drunk we were, and got down to business.

I remember Tom's penis being hot and smooth, and somewhat difficult to
handle. He moved around a lot, making all sorts of sounds of ecstasy
(hopefully real) and the fact that he didn't have any skin to work with
made it a challenge. Thankfully, his pre-cum helped to slicken things up,
and it soon became clear that he was going to shoot.  I knew that I wasn't
far behind him, and by the looks of it TJ was approaching climax as well.

Damn! I really wanted to feel TJs curved, tanned cock, but it appeared that
I wouldn't have a chance.  Then, Tom said it.

"Fuck, I wish Amelie had sucked my dick! That would have been so awesome."

In a heartbeat, TJ responded in his soprano voice - clearly he was on the
verge of orgasm. "We can if you want. Just don't shoot in our mouth." And
he released my cock and began to kneel down before Tom. What the fuck?!
This afternoon was taking turns I never could have imagined.  Was I really
going to suck a dick?

I can't describe the emotions that went through my head as I watched TJ,
who was now on his knees, take hold of Tom's dick, point it downward, and
lick his circumcised tip.  "Fuuuuuuuuuck," moaned Tom. "That's so good!"
TJ licked again, then put Tom's glans in his mouth. "Mmmmmm.." Tom groaned,
his eyes closed. Then, to ensure that remained shielded from any
repercussions for what obviously some very gay behavior, Tom shouted out,
"Shit! I'm so drunk."

This was too much! I don't know what came over me, but at the moment I lost
all inhibitions. I needed in on the action. "Let me try!" I shouted with
perhaps a bit too much enthusiasm.

Tom's eyes popped open. "No! I want TJ to finish me. You can suck him and
let him cum on your face."  Did Tom have this choreographed from the start?
A bit disappointed but undeterred, I approached TJ and Tom.

"Do you want me to TJ?"

TJ took Tom's cockhead, now wet and glistening, out of his mouth. "Heck
yeah! Can you reach?"

And that was all I needed. Getting on my hands and knees, I walked on all
fours over to TJ until his still hard cock (it seemed nothing could keep it
down - he was really getting a charge out of sucking Tom!) was level with
my face. Up close, the curve was even more pronounced, so that even in it's
natural hard state, pointing slightly upward, the underside of his glans
was completely visible. Now, this was a part of my dick that I had never
really seen, or at least like this, since it was normally encased in
foreskin or, when I was hard, almost to sensitive to explore
thoroughly. The skin looked slightly pink, smooth, thin and inviting. I
mimicked what I had seen TJ do to Tom, grabbed his penis and pointed it
downward, then put it in my mouth. I was sucking a boy's dick!

Despite the curvature, which caused TJ's dickhead to hit the roof of my
mouth, I loved everything about sucking him. The taste (salty, musky), the
texture (somehow silky and hard at the same time) and the size (just like
me, and thin enough so it didn't strain my mouth) - all perfect! TJ
continued sucking Tom vigorously, but the sensations I was giving to his
cock caused him to let out series of stifled moans.

"Mmmmmpppph.... Mmmmmphhh..... Mmmmmmmph!"

Not surprisingly, it was only a matter of minutes - probably less than two
- before Tom exclaimed, "I am going to shoot... I am going to blow my
load!" And with that, his release began, leaving TJ no time to take his
mouth off Tom's pulsing cock before the first shot of teen cum landed in
his mouth. Rapidly pulling his head aside, he let Tom's cock free, causing
it to shoot the remainder of his load - at least three additional ropes of
jizz - on TJ's face, chest, and my shoulder. "Arghhhhhh... " Tom yelled,
now spent and staggering backward. "Holy fucking shit, that was awesome!"

In the meantime, I was struggling to keep TJ's curved wonder in my mouth,
which was no small task as he had struggled to unlatch his own mouth from
Tom's rod.

"Man, are you gonna to cum too?" an out of breath Tom asked.

"Yesssss...." replied TJ. And at that moment, I felt something slimy on my
tongue.

"Shoot on his face!" Tom ordered, prompting TJ to pull back, off my mouth
and fire off two rather small ropes of watery cum, one of which landed just
above my belly button, and other on the carpet.

"Awesome!  So fucking awesome!" exclaimed Tom. TJ and I were speechless,
and suddenly an awkward silence filled the room. For at least the two of
them, post-orgasmic blues were quickly settling in, perhaps along with the
full realization of what had just transpired. I watched as Tom's cock,
still wet with TJ's spilt and with a small drop of cum at the tip, slowly
softened in the minute that followed. Neither TJ, whose cock remained
steely hard, or I, whose neglected dick was also beginning to deflate, said
a word.  Where do we go from here?

"Shit, we are so drunk," Tom reminded us.  Then, looking at the cum
dripping down our smooth bodies and pooling on the floor, he ordered "Let's
clean up, stash the magazines, and finish the booze!"

Which is exactly what we did. Sometime during that rather hasty clean-up
and furious downing of the remaining vodka, we retrieved our underwear but
didn't bother putting on anything else. At one point early in the effort,
TJ turned to me and said in his pretty, high voice, "Hey, ummm... you
didn't get to get off. Don't you want to? I mean, do you want one of us
to....."  His voice trailed off. We locked eyes, and at that moment I knew
that TJ wanted to help me cum; he wanted to return the favor and suck my
cock. Back then, I couldn't read the signals, but even if I had been able,
Tom quickly snapped, "Shut the fuck up! He fucked a girl yesterday and
probably jerked off this morning. We need to finish the booze, and I wanna
take a rest."

Suddenly, the usually timid Tom had become the leader of the pack.  TJ and
I did what we were told, cleaned up as best we could, then took Tom's cue
and each plonked down on a bean bag. Within minutes, the fresh round of
alcohol hit us, and we were asleep.

Throughout the drinking, I had tried to be careful not to consume too much,
too fast, like Tom and TJ. This was partly because both the wine and vodka
tasted awful, but also because I knew from my older cousin that too much
booze can make you puke.  Unfortunately, my attempt at abstinence didn't
help, and I woke with the sudden need to vomit. I got up, ran to the
bathroom, and emptied my insides down a kiddie toilet. When finished, I
flushed, went to the sink and splashed somewhat on my face. Looking in the
mirror, I remember thinking that within the last 48 hours, I had lost my
virginity to a girl and sucked another boy's dick. What an amazing turn of
events.  It also dawned on me that my mind was completely clear, and I felt
great. By puking my guts out so early, I no longer felt the slightest
effect from the alcohol.

Creeping back into the room, I quickly realized that both Tom and TJ were
still fast asleep or, to be more precise, passed out. I checked my Casio
digital watch: 4:45. We still had more than 2 hours until Tom's mom picked
us up. Should I use this time alone to jerk off?  Should I try to wake up
TJ and ask him to finish me off? I plopped down on a bean bag and stuck my
hand down my underwear, where I quickly peeled back my foreskin. But before
I could take matters any further, I once again dozed off, only to be roused
by an unfamiliar voice. A girl's voice.

"Ok, Teej, but I still don't get why you're all in your underwear," she
said. "It smells gross in here too."

"I told you, we were playing a game and it got hot," TJ replied in a
whisper. "What are you doing here?"

"Ima sent me to look for you. She wants to know if they are gonna stay for
dinner and said you'd been gone all afternoon and she didn't know where to
find you. I knew exactly where you'd be," she snickered.

"Well good for you, Tams. Now you've found me. We were just takin' a rest
then they're going home.  Now get lost."

"Who's that boy in the blue underpants?"

At that moment, I realized that it was TJ's twin sister, Tamara. She was
staring at me as I feigned sleep. Oh shit, was I still hard?

TBC....

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