Date: Sun, 15 Aug 2010 00:14:47 +0100 From: Terrance Jones Subject: Cumming of Age Disclaimer: All Terrance Jones stories are a complete work of fiction, any similarities between characters or story plots that Terrance Jones' stories may share with other stories are completely incidental. This story may contain imagery that may disturb you involving sexual contact between two persons of the same or different sex. If in your country, it is illegal for you to read such material, please do not carry on reading. My stories are for the enjoyment of my readers, I would greatly appreciate feedback including suggestions for further chapters, and helpful critique; please Email : terrance.jones@live.co.uk Cumming Of Age Hey, My name is TJ, and a few years ago something amazing happened to me, it was something that changed my life forever, and something I have never, and will never forget. I've always been to nervous to put my story into words but I think, as I am realising what affect this incident had on my life, it is time to tell my story, to people who will hopefully appreciate it. When I was about 15, for the first time I went on holiday with my older brothers' friends. He was about 18 at this time, and had just started driving, so this was the first time he would have been able to drive to France on his own. My brother said I could join him and his friends because they were one person short, and my Mum and Dad offered to pay for him to take me, so they could have their own holiday. By this time I was independent anyway, but I had never been on holiday without my parents before and I was quite nervous. Now, when I tell you that the car was pack full of seven strapping 17 year old boys, who mostly spent their time with their shirt off, in their boxers or naked I know what you're thinking, I got gangbanged by my brothers' friends. But no, I'm afraid that only happened in my head multiple times a day, not in reality. We arrived at the caravan around 3 O'clock -- the Caravan in France was static, it had a generous living area, two twin bedrooms and a double bedroom. Me and my brothers' friends, James shared one of the twin rooms. My brother had already promised to share with his best friend Jacob -- they decided to share the double bed, just because it had a door directly into the bathroom, and was most convenient for showers and such things. After we arrived we began to unpack, the twin rooms were both extremely small, with only enough room for two beds and a minuscule wardrobe. I hadn't really spoken to James much before, my roomy for the week. He had curly brown hair and was extremely lean, he had a swimmers body. I had seen him in his swimming trunks once before. His face was angelic and innocent looking and his neck length brown hair added to the effect. He was very softly spoken and had killer legs. We unpacked in an awkward silence before he announced that he really needed a shower. I told him `Why don't you get in there quick whilst no-one else has had the same thought, or else they'll be a queue for the shower.' `Good plan mate,' he replied `Hold this for us will you?' James said, before handing me his shirt, shorts and finally to my surprise and delight his boxers. Wow, he had one of the biggest dicks I, at 15 have ever seen throughout my entire life. It was definitely bigger than my brothers', who had no shame in stripping completely naked in front of me, but I thought that this was just a brotherly understanding, it was okay to see each other naked. His dick hung from his rock hard `V' which was lightly covered in fair, brown, curly pubes. It hung like a hose. It wasn't a pokey little thing which protruded from his body. It swung down creating air resistance. It must have been at least 7 inches, and this wasn't erect. I looked at his face, back down to his dick, and then at his face again. He spoke but I could hear nothing, I was in awe. He laughed at me and then I came back to reality. `Are you okay?' he said to me. `Yes I'm fine, I mean yes I'll hold it, you're clothes I mean,' I responded. He laughed and ruffled my hair before strolling into the living room; there were two of my brothers mates in the lounge. They laughed at James when they saw him walking out of the room completely naked, why the hell were they laughing at him? I thought to my self. Then I realised their gaze was focussing on me, they were laughing at me. `Hahaha, James you little fucker, don't scare the kid with that thing, he's only 15, you'll make him self conscious,' one of them joked. They weren't shocked by that fact he was naked in front of everyone else? Nope, they must been used to this nakedness, they must all see each other naked all the time, I wondered how much more dick I was going to see this holiday. `Don't worry he's just got changed into different boxers while I was in there, dude that kid has got nothing to worry about, I wish when I was 15 I had that size!' James exclaimed. What, I hadn't just got changed? Why was he lying for me? `Wowza, If James says its big its got to be big, said the lads in the lounge, before coming over to me and high fiving me, `your going to make some 15 year old virgins scream with that cock,' laughed the boys. Now I know I said that it was a brotherly understanding that we see each other naked, but the truth is, it was a one way street, my brother hadn't seen me naked since before I began puberty, I was self conscious and he understood that. But when he heard James, who had the one of the biggest dicks he had ever seen complement his little brothers size, it made him envious, and all of a sudden self conscious about his own cock, which he had freely shown to his brother on many occasions; expecting it to be a lot smaller than his own. I was sent to pick up supplies from the shop on the campsite by my brother, it only opened until 4ish and we needed the food. My brother sent me with money to buy a list. When I got back to the caravan it was empty, there was a smell of aftershave in the air and clothes all over the floor. A note on the said read `Hey little Bro, gone down to the clubs on the seafront, they ID you so you wouldn't have been able to get in, we're only 10 minutes walk away so call me if you need anything.' The thought of being ditched by my older Brother on the first night of the holiday he was meant to be taking me on pissed the hell out of me, I though of shit I could do to piss him off and embarrass him in front of his mates but then I thought, actually its not all bad. At least I can be left in peace and quiet and decided to read my book or more desperately go for a quick wank in the shower before there was no more opportunity too. It was about 5pm when I head a strange sound coming from outside the caravan. I was intrigued and also bored so I peered out of the caravan front door. Outside there were two leaf blowers. Both shirtless. Both fit as fuck. One was shaven; he was young, no more than 19 years old. He had chiselled face and a strong jaw line. His nose was the right size but had a slight bump on the bridge. He was shirtless and carrying his leaf blower. He was completely hairless and the strap of his leaf blower was rubbing tentatively against his small red nipples. His pecks were well defined and he had the stomach of a Calvin Klein model, perfectly formed abs and six-pack. Leading down to his belly button, and then further onto his `V', it was strong and hard, not flabby. He had a slight treasure trail, but nothing over hairy. His co-worker on the other hand was long haired. He had brown dread-locks which were tied with a leather strap on the back. He looked about 20, and of Hawaiian heritage. He had a deeper, bronzer complexion, although his six pack, pecks and abs no less astonishing than the other guys, his stomach was covered in a light fur, which I kind of liked at the time. He had bigger biceps than the first man, and was holding his leaf blower in one hand, emphasising his strength. After examining both of the leaf blowers bodies with awe, I looked back up to their beautifully perfect faces. They were both looking at me, looking at my body with the same awe as I had been looking at theirs. I was wearing a t-shirt and shorts. Now I was only 15, I had a pre-mature body, I was quite tall but still lean, not skinny. My six-pack was developing, but you could still see it, I still had some puppy fat left however. I personally, didn't think that I was in any way shape or form that I was attractive, especially to guys like these, older guys, adult guys. But from the lust in their eyes I knew that they wanted me, and to be quite truthful -- I was more than happy to oblige. I sat on the decking outside of my caravan nonchalantly, reading a novel. The guys were down the road, now only about 3 caravans down. They were nearing on my fast, I put my sun glasses on so they couldn't see my eyes and carried on pretending to read my book but secretly looking at them. They were both staring directly at me, unaware of the face I was looking at them too. They spoke to each other in French and then one nodded to the other in agreement. I knew it, they wanted me, and they wanted me a lot. They neared my caravan and I pushed my shades onto my head. `Bonjour,' one of the men said, pretending to go about his business. `Bonjour,' I replied, `Cava?' I inquired. `Oui Merci.' They replied in unison. `Parle vous Anglais?' I asked them. `Yes I do actually,' one of the men replied in a thick, but oh so sexy French accent, `I spent a year in England with my university.' Ahh yes, these were summer job boys. Great I thought to myself, no commitment, they were just up for the fun of it, well educated, articulate and best of all students, up for a summer of fun in the sun. They both spoke English I later found out. I invited them in for a drink, out of the hot sun. The one named Pierre; the shaven one who was around 19 immediately accepted my invitation. Both of the boys' six-packs were now glistening in the heat. They both came inside whilst the Hawaiian looking one drew the curtain over the door, keeping out the heat, and prying eyes. I went to fetch them both a drink whilst they made themselves comfortable. `So what are you doing in this Caravan all alone? I notice that you have room for 7 to sleep ?' Said Pierre. `Oh I'm here with my Brothers and his friends, they're around 19,' I explained. `And they have left you all alone in this caravan?' Pierre replied. His eyes were glistening. `Yes, they've all gone clubbing, trying to find some pussy I think,' I laughed. `Ahhhh I understand, and do you not want to join them in this search for, how you said -- pussy?' Replied Pierre. He was beginning to rub his bulge in his workers shorts, it was growing I noticed. `No, I'm too young to go to clubs and things like that.' I replied, my eyes were not drawn away from Pierre's bulge, by this point I was pretty sure it was semi erect... `How old you are?' Said the Hawaiian one, who I later found out, was called Mathios. `I'm 15 years old.' I laughed, I hoped this wouldn't be a problem for the men secretly; I still wanted them to have me. They both looked at each other before smiling. `So young,' Pierre said, `and yet so hot.' I laughed and began to blush. `Oh, I'm going to do something to you that will make you red in the face,' said Pierre before standing up and pulling down his work mans trousers to reveal a grand 7 inch boner. He was completely hairless down below, which I kind of liked. He stepped out of his shorts and his cut, hard penis bounced up and down. Mathios smiled at me, and then looked up at Pierre and laughed. `Are we actually going to do this?' He said. Looking at me and then at Pierre. `I'm in,' Pierre responded, staring straight at me as though he was daring me to say the same. `I'm in too.' I said triumphantly. And with that Mathios stood up and ripped down his pants. He had thick pubes around his protruding dick. It was thick and a tanned colour, it was just slightly bigger than Pierre's penis, but they both looked good to me. Mathios sat back down on the sofa and took Pierre's bald cock into his mouth; Pierre's cock curved slightly, which I loved in a guy. Mathios' jaw opened, showing a sexy straight Jaw line. He was looking at me out of the corner of his eyes as if to say, if you want this cock in you, you're going to have to prove than you want it. I was more than happy to oblige to this request and pulled of my t-shirt and pants, only left in my boxers Mathios and Pierre stared at my bulge in awe. Okay, so at that age I was quite big, that's why I was so shocked when James had outed my big cocked-ness. I was no where near James size but I was about 7.5 inches erect, just a shave bigger than James' when he was floppy, so I still had a lot of catching up to do. `Such a big bulge on such a little body,' Mathois stared. They both walked over to me, not taking their eyes of the bulge in my skimpy boxers. The got on their knees and both began to lick the bulge through my pants whilst and the same time reaching up and rubbing my nipples and stroking my six-pack. Pierre could no longer resist the temptation and ripped down my boxers. My dick instantly became fully erect. Mathios, who was the first to is began sucking my dick, he took it deep into his throat, I had never had a Blowjob before but if this was anything to go by I would want one again. I grabbed his dreadlocked hair and began to pull his head further onto my dick, he couldn't fit it all the way down, I was silently disappointed but this was still the single most iconic moment of my life. Pierre looked disappointed he wasn't getting any action. He ordered me to lie flat on the floor, and then Pierre 69'd me, he was taking in my cock, whilst at the same time he was facefucking me. He stopped face fucking me so I started to suck, the best was I knew how, I could feel his body shiver as I sucked his dick, and took it deep into my throat. I felt someone behind me, It was Mathios. He was attempting to ride Pierre at the same time I was sucking him, Pierre who was effectively on all fours allowed him too. I grabbed hold of the back of mathios's thy's pulling him in closer to be and Pierre, I felt his saggy balls gently hitting my forehead as he attempted to enter Pierre. Soon the fucking picked up and Mathios began to slam Pierre harder. I loved it, it was great, I suggesting that we move into the double bedroom to avoid any awkward walkins, we moved swiftly and retook our positions. I could feel Pierre's body, and his six-pack which was tentatively rubbing against mine begin to quiver, he was about to come, and so was I. I could feel from holding onto Mathios's thys that he was also about to come, the strokes became longer, as if he was trying to delay the ejaculation. I wanted it to last for ever but I knew Pierre could hold on no more. I began pulling Mathios's legs in towards Pierres ass -- Signalling for him to go faster, we were all about to come. I then began revolving my hips so my dick was forces futher into pierres mouth, whilst at the same time sucking harder on his cock. We were all going for it. And 20seconds after that we came. I filled Pierre's mouth with my warm, virgin cum. He filled mine with his, which I swallowed. It tasted of sweet victory. I felt Mathios's thick warm cum drip onto my head. He was more than happy to lick it off. We all fell onto the bed, into a pile of sticky, hot, sweaty men. That's when James walked into the bedroom, he had been wondering where I was whilst he was getting changed out of his party clothes to jump into the shower. He had got bored at the club, he felt guilty and wanted to come back and apologise to me for mentioning that I'd got changed in front of him, he thought I might have been embarrassed. He stood there, completely naked ready to jump into the shower that ajoined the Bedroom as well as the main living room when he saw us, all lay there on the bed. His dick began to bounce, teetering on erection. His mouth was a-gap. `Seems I have nothing to apologise about,' said James dumbfounded, `you are fucking huge.' And that was only the beginning of the holiday which changed my life. My stories are for the enjoyment of my readers, I would greatly appreciate feedback including suggestions for further chapters, and helpful critique; please Email : terrance.jones@live.co.uk if you loved, hated or simply want more of my stories.