Date: Fri, 06 Jan 2006 14:25:38 -0500 From: joseph green Subject: new trick 6 It was another scorcher and Jimmy and I were late for practice. We had forgotten to have my mom wash and dry our kit for the day and so we wore them washed, but wet to the field. Skitch was no where to be seen, but we were late so he might be later. As it was he never showed all day. Jimmy slumped down by the Gaiter Aid cooler and said, "that was a killer practice. I don't think I could make it to Skitch's house if you paid me. Besides what if we go all the way out their and he's not even there? Let's just go back to your house and spend some time in the basement." he pumped his eyebrows a few times. Jeff sat on the top bleacher in brewing anticipation. He hungered for more of the flesh meal that whet his appetite just the night before. He sat close to coach Edwards, who had not missed a practice all summer. As Jimmy road off to his home I motioned for Jeff Davis to come down. Coach Edwards caught my eye so I returned a bashful wave. Big Donny saw the interaction between the us and gave me a helpless look, "Not you too! Say it ain't so!" "No, no. Donny it's not what you think. I was waving at my brother." "Well, when I wave at my brother I don't blush." and Big Donny walked off the field. Jeff met me at the bikes and asked, "What's up with Jimmy?" "He's not coming today. He says it's to hot to bike that far." "Is it? Should we go that far." I rolled that around in his mind for only a second and then offered, "I think you really need to meet Skitch. And you might get a kick out of Crystal too." "Crystal? No one said anything about a girl. What does a girl have to do about anything? I though we were having sex." I hushed his mouth and then started towards Skitch's house. As we got out of site of the field I peeled off my shoes and socks and laid my filp flops on the blistering hot pavement. I then peeled off his shirt and poked it in his bag. I offered to hold Jeff's and he complied. Now I looked both ways up and down the road and stepped out of my soccer shorts, my underwear, and my jock in one step and stood there naked for a brief second. I flopped my flaccid dick in the sunlight twice and then stretched as the heat licked every inch of his moist skin all at once Then I slipped back into the shorts only. Jeff stood amazed at the boldness of his brother and just how handsome I looked in full sunlight. We both got hard. But I poked my erection out from under my shorts as we road. Not one car came head on and only a few from behind. So little Collen stayed out in the bright sun until we arrived at Skitch's. We raced up the drive and Boomer followed. As we got to the top of the hill we saw Skitch shooting basket ball with only his Chicago Bulls jersey on. He wore it tied in a knot so his butt showed completely and his balls hung out when he shot. I was within a few yards of Skitch when the bottomless boy noticed my musk. He dropped the ball and yelled, "Collen! You came! That's great." and he embraced me in a tender but firm full body hug and a loving dry kiss. "I was afraid that you weren't going to get here. Where's Jimmy and who is the new kid?" We talked for a few seconds and I hinted at the fun they had the night before. I told him about the fur cuffs and the silk ties. Skitch got hard jut listening. Then he asked if Jeff would go wait on the deck while he talked to me in private. As Jeff sat down Crystal came out in her white sandals and a simple white sleeveless cotton dress the she wore unzipped all the way to her butt. She went about making Jeff feel at home. Skitch hooked his fingers into my waist band and tugged me behind the lawn mower shed He jerked off his shirt and wrapped his naked body around my body. He kissed me deep, wet and hard and just kept saying, "I've missed you so much. I need you so much." and of course he reached down my shorts for the goodies and after getting me good and hard he came up for air. "I have to tell you something. You can't laugh or anything. I'm only telling you because I think your cool enough to understand." I looked with an uneasy question into his eyes. "What? You can tell me anything. I can keep a secret. What?" "Well, you have to really promise." I nodded yes. "I had this talk with my dad last night. We talked about what kind of sex stuff he did when he was young and I compared it with what I have been doing with you lately and I think I might have a problem. I'm going to tell you what my dad told me but I don't want it to go any further than us. OK?" I found myself being distracted by my own body odder. The hard practice and the bike ride had baked in the smell of strong acrid arm pits and as he stirred my joy stick I could smell the faint hit of ammonia. I need a shower so bad and figured Jeff could use one too. Then I noticed that the salt I had on my lips was not my own. It must be Skitch's. he might be as sweaty as me. But probably not. I forced myself to re-focus on the question I had before me about not telling and I nodded my head again. "I told my dad about how good it feels when I fuck Crystal and how good it feels when I'm with you and about how angry I got when Jimmy said he loved me. We laid it all out and my dad thinks... He thinks... I can't say it." I leaned in and kissed him on his salty neck and whispered in his ear, "Just get it out. That will make you feel better. Once you tell me and you see that the world didn't explode you will know everything will be OK. So what is it?" He smiled and kissed me back. "I think. Or my dad thinks, I might be gay." he stood waiting for my reaction. I wanted to jump in his arms and say, "me too". but I know the boy and this could be some game he was playing. I tried not to react one way or the other and then he asked, "So, what do you think?" I gently drew his naked body to me and pulled my shorts to my knees so our dicks would touch and ground our erections together and said, "I think you need to be true to yourself and find a lover. One that is closer than you know." And I kissed his lower lip and sucked it out from his face then let it slap back. He giggled and answered, "I just knew I could trust you." He raised my hand to his face and sucked gently on my two middle fingers. "I'm going to do just that." He licked the crotch of my fingers and I probed the inside of his mouth. "I'm going to go fishing for a lover with my closest friends." he pulled his fingers out of his lips and placed them on my own. I licked off his glistening saliva and then licked my fingers. We kissed once more. He picked up his shirt and hung it over his shoulders. I fitted my shorts back up over my erection and we walked to the deck. Jeff Davis was laid back on the chase lounge and Crystal had her dress down around her waist and her lips molesting Jeff's foreskin. He really is a good looking boy. Especially naked. Skitch told us that they had to go to a funeral that morning and then they stopped at the Big Box store on the way home. He said that his parents wanted to meat us so we got Jeff dressed and walked inside. There was a stack of food stuff was on the washer and dryer to our left. It contained stacks of paper towels and caned goods. It was on the base of a tub of detergent and toped with a tray of pop-rocks. The air was cold and made my nipples hard. Crystal needed help zipping her dress up and that made my dick hard. Skitch was still naked from the waist down and that made my tongue hard. I needed a good orgasm, and quick. Skitch led us into the living room where his father and mother sat talking about the funeral. Skitch introduced us and his dad offered, "So Collen, you're the boy my son's been fucking?" I was so embarrassed. I shuddered for a few seconds and then tied to deny it. Then I managed to get out, "No, we never did that. We never you know...went all the way." Skitch jumped in, "are you sure? We never did it? Wow! With everything we did we never screwed. That's weird." His dad motioned for me to come closer and fed his fingers up my pants leg. "My boy says your hung like a house. Can I check it out?" and before I could answer he had tugged my shorts down to my ankles and I stood their naked and on display in front of his whole family. I blushed as he worked my penis to yet another erection. He slowly stroked my dick as he instructed me on the use of condoms as a protection against aids and then got his wife to handle me for a few seconds. This was just plain weird. I felt kinky, excited and dirty while I was the main attraction at the local sex show. I was getting used to the feeling when he motioned for Jeff to come closer. "You his brother? You look alike. Let's see if your dicks are alike." He let Jeff's shorts fall to the ground and then did the same to his under shorts. He tapped the back of his legs to have him lift his feet and slipped the close right off his body. He felt my brother from head to foot and then settled on his dick. Then he said, "Here's something I did with my brother all the time we were growing up." He rolled back our foreskins and stood us tip to tip then let his foreskin cover my head and my foreskin cover his. Then he stroked with his fist only on our coupled glands. It wasn't just nice, it was great. His hand was so big and hot. Jeff's head was spongy against me and we moaned in mutual acceptance of the pleasure being forced on us. His mom worked her hands to our balls and played with them and gently dug her finger tips into our cock roots. The stimulation was getting to great to hold back. Then with out warning his dad pushed us apart and patted us both on the ass. He said, "Now you boys go play. Try that trick with each other some more. Now me and mama need to go get the flowers off the grave before someone takes them." He and the woman stood and left without another word. Jeff and I stood their hroneyer than a hore on pay day. Crystal led Jeff to her room and continued to draw out his milk as she had started before. Skitch led me to his bed room and we jumped on the bed in a passionate embrace. He kissed me on the lips and then worked slowly down to kiss every inch of flesh between my mouth and my cracker jack prize. As his lips got to the chest he started using his teeth also to intensify the feeling. I was on the border line of pain but still just this side of pleasure. He got as far as my nipples and lay one hand on my neck; tracing my Adams apple and then my color bone and then delicately fingering my chin. At the same time he moved his let hand lower to caress my inner thigh, crotch, ball sack, and the slivers of ass that poked out from the sheets. He right my chest and went to my hands. I had never had him spend so much time on my hands before but this time he took both of mine in his one hand. He then firmly held both hands above my head and smiled viciously as he said, "you smell like gym sock." The he ran his tongue down my neck and to my arm pit. He lapped a few times and said, "you taste like my sisters twat." He kissed the other pit and moaned as he breathed in deeply and asked, "Do you know you have hair here?" I didn't and shook my head. He was doing something I can only figure he was drawing the taste off of my pit hair. He evidently scoped some of my sweat off my flesh and he brought his tongue to my lips and I tasted his hot pink snake but it only tasted like his mouth always taste. He smiled again and continued down my body. The hands, tongue and teeth were so exhilarating. I was lost in his spell. Then their was the waited anticipation of when he would declare his love for me directly. I knew the boy well enough to know that he would build up to it. Then without warning he would sing out his devotion to our union. I shivered and spasmed under his stimulation and just knew that any second I would yield my cream to his probing lips. I moaned louder and louder as he drew closer and closer to my raging spear. As he passed the navel he began talking. This could only mean he was intent on making this last a little longer. "So, what did you do last night? Jimmy called and left a message that only said that the three of you spent the night in your basement. Does that mean your basement?" and he playfully jammed his index finger into my rectum. "Or does it meant your house's basement?" and his cheek brushed against the head of my acing javelin. I told him about the night and the mink cuffs and being tied up to the TV and the couch and then how Jimmy came faster and I was left spread eagle most of the night. He giggled as he worked his lips, tongue, and teeth around my May poll. I could hear thumping from the next room and then I cold here Jeff Davis let out an unearthly, voice-changing, pubescent yell and then a series of "Shit, shit, shit" that faded off to nothing. As the last gasp rested from Crystal's room Skitch took his first draw off of my red cigar. He spoke with my foreskin between his teeth, "All we did was go to some funeral and then get groceries at the supper store." And he fed his tongue into my foreskin and touched my head. I replied in heaving tones, "I know...ummmh...I saw the pop-rocks...aaahunmm." Instantly Skitch jumped off of my hot flesh and said, "Pop rocks. Just stay right here." he skipped down the short hall way to the laundry room and returned in seconds. I could see from the shadows that he had stopped at Crystals door to look in on our siblings. He stood for only a few beats and then returned to me. He had this shit-eating grin on his face as he produced a pack of sour apple pop rocks and poured them onto my wet dick. They automatically sizzled and popped but then Skitch clamped down on the mini volcano and sucked with his inside cheeks wrapping around my vein popping flesh. It was so intense. It felt like a million tongues molesting my manhood. It was like an army of microscopic trolls dancing on my dick like it was a concrete. It was like nothing I had ever felt and like a natural part of sex play. It is great to be fourteen and so free to explore but I felt more like a kid with the pop-rocks in the bed with us. The sweet of the candy filed my nostrils and made it so clear that I really stunk from all the sweat I had produced but Skitch acted like it was honey glazing. He acutely enjoyed my musk. It was only a few seconds before the rocks has all popped out so Skitch sprang up to retrieve a hand full of packets. This time he walked quietly. I could now hear every sound coming out of the love birds bed. It was obvious that the doors were open between us. Skitch peeked around the corner and motioned for me to follow. We stood in the hall looking at the two energetic flesh sculptures before us. Jeff lay on his back fully exposed with his erection bouncing with every heart beet. Her room smelled of sweet perfume. Crystal was straddle his face. Her thigh was resting on his shoulders and her feet were folded behind his neck. His arms were braded behind her legs and under her arms and tenderly fondling her tits. She faced the ceiling with her mouth agape and her fingers molesting her own torso. Skitch handed me a pack of Pop-rocks and he went to the far side of the bed. He motioned for me to go first. It was unbelievable but the two lovers had no idea we were watching their glorious sex performance and Jeff would have no idea what was about to hit him. I poured the rocks over his pulsing pail erection and noticed that they did stick but were not yet popping. Skitch motioned for me to go down on my own brother and I bulked. So he started down. I motioned that we should do it together. So I attacked the left side of his penis and Skitch attacked the right. Jeff nearly came off his sheets at the feeling. I whispered to Jeff, "it's OK. Just lay there and enjoy." Skitch whispered, "This should be great kid. Your in capable hands." We slurped and licked for a few minutes and then lay three of the packs on his chest and we left the two nearing mutual orgasm. Crystal quickly took the packs as we moved his foreskin out of the way. Again I lay on my back and Skitch went back to work. My dick was turning purple from being hard to long. He had me grab my knees and hold them close to my ears and then he poured two packs into my ass. He lowered his tongue to my hole and began to lap like a dog going after warm gravy. But he would have to go for the bone to get to my gravy. He finished out my now tender over-stimulated hole and moved to my taint. A forth pack was spent on my balls and finally the last four packs were on my now painful member. He took such care to be tender and loving to my prick and he let the pop-rocks do their magic. But when I was not coming fast enough for him he wet his pinky finger with his own purple saliva and inserted it into my still electrified ass. I came in secants. What a rush! It was like discovering a new continent or finding you had super powers. That's it I would be Sperm Man, plunderer of the boy-body. My load came out lumpy and hot. I cold feel every ounce deliver up and out my shaft. The gland was now numb from pleasure and the shaft was still in over drive. My ass however was quivering from the surprise guest entrance. My body was now just a heap of raw nerves needing so badly to be covered up, warmed and rested, but Skitch had other plans. "Look, lets just get too it. You said we never went all the way. I guess your right. We never did. So do you want it doggy style or face to face?" I jumped from under his engaging leer and pushed him to his back. His dick stood at twelve o'clock. His surprised eyes caught the two packet of mango pop rocks in my hand and I left the room like a gazelle and returned with my balls swinging rapidly. I instructed him to remember our first encounter where he had me open my foreskin like a cup and how he showed me his new trick with the shower massager. Then I said, "Pull your extra skin into a cup." He instantly got the picture and began giggling as I tore open a pack of rocks and carefully trickled them onto his moist head. A few were sizzling to life but then I opened a second and managed to get them in past the carnal ridge. Then I reviled what I had got to the kitchen for. It was a can of grape soda. Ice cold soda. I let a hair line stream cascade into the mango cup and quickly pinched shut the skin over the erupting bulge. Pink and purple suds squirted out of the slit I had clamped in the web of my thumb. I rolled the head like a gipsy caressing a crystal ball and gently tugged on his nuts. As the fluid pored down his veinous shaft I met it with my tongue and lapped like a dog. Skitch squirmed and shook as the potion worked its way over his torso and dripped into his ass crack. The feeling was overwhelming at first but as he came to grips with reality again he laughed loudly and heartily. I finely let the tip release its cargo into my mouth and sucked with more power than an Oric Upright. I took inch after inch of him into my mouth and then as if I had super powers I worked it down my thought to the back of his gland. I could feel the sperm working its way to escape this over stimulated prison. Then his passion erupted in hot white lumps of pudding down the back of my thought. He let out a howl and then sang out. "I would swallow my pride I would choke on the rhines But the lack thereof would leave me empty inside I would swallow my doubt turn it inside out find nothing but faith in nothing Want to put my tender bone in your sphincter Watch it spin around to a beautiful oblivion Rendezvous then I'm through with you I alone am the one you don't know you need take heed feed your ego Make me blind when your eyes close sink when you get close tie me to the bedpost I alone am the one you don't know you need you don't know you need me. make me Blind when your eyes close, time me to the bed post" My eyes were closed but I could smell a faint sweet perfume getting stronger and stronger. By the time he was done with the song Jeff and Crystal were both standing next to us to see what the noise was all about. I comleatley ignored them and hooked Skitch's legs over my back and went to lick the sticky juice left in his crack. I had never even considered putting my tongue into someone's ass before but this just seemed like the right time and place. I could tell someone had their mouth on or near his dick again and the other sibling was near his tits. Skitch responded again with, "I alone am the one you don't know you need take heed feed your ego Make me blind when your eyes close sink when you get close tie me to the bedpost" I alone am the one you don't know you need you don't know you need me. make me Blind when your eyes close, time me to the bed post" I had hear that song a hundred times before and never realized the words, "tine me to the bed post" were there before. Nor had I noticed how this song could be mis-inturpted to talk about a blow job. I caught myself repeating that line while I lapped his brown rim then his pucker and finely into his sphincter. The sweet taste was gone and all I could taste was spoiled beans. I came up for air and all three of them attacked my body with their hands, lips, tongues, and teeth. Other unidentified slabs of naked flesh rubbed here and there to nearly compleatley cover my body. It was such a rush. Then it happened. I felt a warm slick fluid being applied to my ass hole. The a firm preasure. I was being drilled. What ever was left of my virginity was now yielded to this heap of loving friends.