Date: Fri, 23 Feb 2024 17:33:17 +0000
From: AlgonacLLC@protonmail.com
Subject: Boys, Then Men

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I'm Kit. The summer I turned 12, my older brother went away to an
athletics camp, and from there he was going on to finish school out
there. I would be without an older brother, and I guess I looked kind of
sad at his going away party, because his friend Dan, who lived down the
street, told me not to worry. "I'm going to look out for you Kit, I'll be
your be big brother now."

The day my brother left, Dan drove by the house to see how I was doing
and if I wanted to go for a ride. My parents loved him and loved the idea
of getting me out of the house, so they were happy for me to go with him.
I put on fresh shorts, a t-shirt, and sandals, and hopped in the car with
him. It was there I noticed he wasn't wearing underwear. I was a skinny,
pale kid, but Dan was going to be a senior in HS, bigger, had a tan, hair
on his legs, and what looked like a nice cock. We drove around for a
while listening to music, the whole time he kept adjusting himself, his
cock was getting hard, and he finally pointed out my staring.

"Do you want to see?" he asked.

"It looks big," I nodded.

He reached over for my hand and gently pulled it to rest on top of his
hard cock, which instantly pulsed and grew fat in my hand when I touched
it. Long story short, we made a few turns to get to his house quickly.
His bedroom was on the lower floor off the garage, so we snuck in
unnnoticed. When we got to the bedroom, he kind of flung me inside, then
with one hand gently closed the door, and with his other thumb, hooked
the band of his athletic shorts with his thumb and pulled it down over
his cock, which sprung out and bounced a little. He then pulled them
further to reveal a big set of soft balls. I had never seen anything like
this before, and wasn't sure I even liked boys, but now I was sure. I
loved cock. I knelt in front of him and laid my fingertips along the
shaft. Dan caressed my hair and guided my face in front of the round head
of his throbbing cock, then softly put his finger in my mouth to part my
lips. I knew what he wanted, and knew I wanted to feel his cock in my
throat, and I took it in my mouth.

"Breathe through your nose," he advised, which seemed quite natural to
me. I was able to take a lot of his cock and could feel my own little
dick getting hard too. He took both my hands in his and guided them to
his butt, which I instinctively clasped and began to push more of him
into me. He went wild with this and took my head in both his hands and
forced me all the way down on his cock, I started to choke and cry but
before I knew it, it was over, and he had unloaded gallons of cum into my
throat. He was bigger and taller than me, so when he was done, he picked
me up, I put my hands around his neck and wrapped my legs around his
waist, and he slid his hands under my shorts, caressed my smooth little
ass, and inserted a finger into my hole. At this I came on the spot. I
went over to Dan's almost every day that summer, sucked his beautiful
cock, and then he'd rub my ass and I'd cum. It was nice.

One day in August, Dan's friend Kevin was with him. They looked alike,
both football players, both athletic, and now they were both on the sofa,
both half naked, both stroking their nice dicks. I didn't have to ask
questions. I slid off my shorts, which Dan had asked me to do whenever I
came over, and got down on my knees in front of the sofa to suck on Dan's
cock, which somehow seemed even bigger today. After a few minutes he
guided me to Kevin, whose cock was about the same size, hard, oozing pre
cum. I sucked Kevin for a while, which he seemed to love, then went back
to Dan. Before long both had cum in me, on me, and all over the sofa
cushions.

One night just before school started, I had permission to sleep over, and
I was on the bed, belly down, shorts off, ass up, with my head bobbing on
Dan's beautiful cock, when I saw Kevin walk in. Out of the corner of my
eye I could see him maneuvering to take off his clothes, sneakers and
socks, then grab a small bottle off the end table. A second or two later
I felt his finger inside my ass, which made me tingle everywhere, I had
never had a cock in my mouth and finger in my ass at the same time, and I
loved it.

But he wasn't done. The bottle was lube, it was now coating his cock, and
now I could feel his weight on top of my skinny legs, his cockhead
roaming around and poking at my bung. I couldn't protest and wasn't sure
I wanted to. I felt searing pain as his cock entered at first, and as he
slid in deeper, Dan held my head down on his throbbing cock. With nothing
to do but get used to it, I focused on giving these hot boys the best
fuck and suck I could, and I endured like a champ. Dan finished off but
held his cock in my mouth while Kevin continued his relentless slap slap
pounding of my ass. He came buckets.

It was a small town so all the kids from 7th to 12th grades were in the
same school. From the start I popular with a lot of the juniors and
seniors on the sports teams. After a week or two I got invited to a party
at Dan's house, his parents were away. I was allowed to go and when I
arrived noticed the party was all boys, all popular athletes, some
drinking and getting high. Dan took me into his bedroom, I sucked his
cock, and then he said, "This is really your party, Kit. You're the guest
of honor. These guys all want to meet you."

One by one, with some overlap, these hot athletic guys came into the
bedroom to fuck me, shove their cocks in my mouth, finger my ass, cum on
me, and generally use me as a fuck doll all night. When I woke up, I was
naked, crusty, in between Dan on one side and Kevin on the other. My ass
felt like a railroad tunnel.

One day around Thanksgiving I got called to the gym. The Coach said I had
missed too many classes and would have to make them up after school.
Total BS. But when he said I could also make them up on the weekends at
the gym in his house, I knew my fate.

Coach was in his 30s, Italian or Greek maybe, tan, thick legs, not too
hairy, beaming teeth and smile, and big green eyes. The first Saturday I
got to his house, he invited me in and had his tongue down my throat
before the door closed. Coach fucked me hard, a lot. He was bigger and
stronger than the boys was used to, and he talked a lot while he fucked
the shit out of me.

"Take that cock bitch boy, you take that fat cock like a whore," he'd
say, and I did. I really did. I took that cock like a champ, I gave him
my ass, I wanted his cock so bad I put up with all kinds of pounding,
smacking, shoving, and his favorite, when he'd turn me around on my
belly, wrap his big thighs around the outside of my skinny legs and bring
them together, and slide his cock into my squeezed hole. "Keep those legs
together for me boy," he'd say, then holding his body up on his toes and
hands, would pole fuck me with that long cock. Boom boom boom.

His best friend was this black dude named Marco. The day I met Marco, he
was in Coach's home gym, shirt off, running shorts on, lifting weights.
His semi-hard cock was outlined perfectly in his white shorts, and it was
bigger than anything I had ever seen. When he saw me and sat up and Coach
introduced me. "He can take it, Marco, he's a good boy."

I had been getting fucked by a lot of guys, but when Coach handed me off
to Marco, all that ended. Marco didn't bother with me sucking his cock,
instead he grabbed me by the shorts, yanked them down, turned me around
and smacked my ass.

Marco fucked me on the side, with one of his massive hands holding my
chest and the other clasping my mouth shut while he thrust his hips and
fat cock in and out of my tiny little ass, over and over, it felt like he
never stopped. Then he'd put me on my back, curl my legs up so my knees
were in my face, and move me back and forth so my ass slid up and down
his fat cock. Then the wild part came, always face down for me. Sometimes
he'd fuck me so hard the bedstand would knock shit off the walls, but
still he wouldn't cum.

He'd fuck for a long time. I was usually in a trance, I couldn't think or
see straight.

"Who fucks your ass boy," he'd ask, and I always said, as I was told to,
"You Marco, you fuck my boy ass."

Near the end he'd say, "How old are you, boy," and I'd say "Twelve." Then
his cock would grow even thicker and his pounds became unbearable for a
few seconds, then he'd cum buckets inside me.

After a few months, Marco moved away, and I went back to being the town
boyslut.