Date: Thu, 15 May 2014 16:37:38 -0700 From: Marcus Benjamin Subject: Danny and the Pauls Danny and the Pauls, Parts 1 and 2, corrected This is the story of how I started my long cock-sucking career. The events are true and only my name has been changed in the story. The story is protected by the copyright laws. You may not disseminate this story by any means whatsoever. You may download a single copy for your personal use. Please take a few minutes to donate to Nifty; we enjoy the stories here and we need to support the site that supplies us with the jack-off fodder. The events depict intergenerational M/b, T/b, b/b sexual activity. If this offends you, do not continue reading. It is not a love story. First, I apologize for not having proofread my copy before I submitted it. The grammar was embarrassing. Danny and the Pauls I was in the 5th grade when a family moved to the house across the street from our home. There were two boys (Lester and Gary), a daughter (Deborah), and their parents. Oddly, I do not remember the mother's name. I can't even remember ever seeing her. Lester was my age. He may have been a year older, but I'm not sure. As he and I were the only kids in the neighbourhood, and since we lived across the street from each other, we naturally developed a friendship. The Pauls (their last name) must have had some Mediterranean ancestry as they were darker than Caucasian. Lester tanned up in a matter of days once summer June rolled around and we started going to the pool. Lester knew a lot more than me about "things" and, although I cannot recall how it all began, we were quickly and deeply engrossed in sex. Lester introduced me to sucking dick, having my dick sucked, and to "screwing" as he called it. Our wieners were only about two inches long, but he was able to get his dick into my ass. I could only get my dick into the crack of his ass. I remember being scared shitless when he told me one day while he was screwing me, that "This is the way boys can get pregnant." I knew that if I got pregnant my mom would beat the holy shit out of me. Most of our play was in our garage. We'd go in, strip, and go at it. Occasionally we'd do it out in the back yard at our house, or walk down to the railroad tracks and do it there and sometimes we would fool around in his garage. We even had a "club" name. We were the NEG. I don't recall what that meant except the "N" stood for naked. Although Lester sucked me, we quickly discovered what we both liked most was his wiener in my mouth. I couldn't get enough of sucking him. As the summer progressed, Lester had his cock in my mouth more and more each day. Some days I would suck him to a dry cum 8-10 times. One day, I sucked him to orgasm 19 times. Dry cums don't exhaust a male body, and at that young age, recharging was no problem and happened quickly. Things went really well though June. I was in heaven with Lester's cock as my favourite toy. Then things changed. One afternoon we were in his parent's garage, he was sitting on an overturned milk crate and I was on my knees with his cock in my mouth. Just as he was starting to shake with the beginning if an orgasm, we heard, "What the fuck?" I had a heart attack and spit Lester's cock out. As I turned toward the open garage door, there stood Gary, Lester's 16-year-old brother, staring at the two of us, his mouth hanging open. Lester wasn't as shocked as I was. I tried to stutter and managed to get out "Don't tell my mom, she'll kill me." Both Lester and Gary just laughed. Gary said, "I ain't gonna tell on you, but I am gonna have a lot of fun with ya, cocksucker." I had no clue what he meant. He was only 16 but had already started developing into a man. He was probably 5'10, 150+ pounds, and had a really nice body that I'd seen at the pool. He reached down and started popping the buttons on his 501s and said, "Okay, Danny, time for you to see a real man's cock." By the time his buttons were unbuttoned and he'd pulled out his cock, it was rock hard. All I could do was stare at it like a deer caught in headlights. He walked over to me, waving his cock, and said, "Now you're going to show me what you can do with a cock." He grabbed the back my head with his right hand and pushed his cock into my mouth. Lester laughed and said "Danny's pretty good; he's been sucking my wiener since February." Gary smacked the back of my head and said, "Come on, get sucking, I ain't got all day." Something clicked in my brain: I had a long, thick hard cock in my mouth and my cocksucker soul took over. I started sucking Gary as good as I knew how to suck. In a few seconds, Gary gave a long sigh, moaned, and said, "Jesus Christ, you do know what to do. I'm gonna be using you a lot, cocksucker." I knew what that meant and I was all for it. I realized that I would be sucking both Lester and Gary off a lot. If I sucked Gary as much as I sucked Lester, I was going to be sucking a lot of cock. Gary just kept breathing kind of hard and moaning softly. After about 15 minutes or so, he wrapped both hands around my head and started slowly shoving his cock in and out of my mouth. His breathing got harder and he started moaning more and increased the speed with which he was fucking my face. He started shoving more of his cock into my mouth and it would hit the top of my throat. I gagged and he said, "Fuck, that's bitching" and continued to shove the head of his cock into my throat. After a few more minutes of fucking my face hard, he said, "Shit, I'm gonna cum. You're gonna eat it cocksucker, got it?" I had no clue what he meant. I knew about cumming because Lester was doing it 8-10 times a day in my mouth but it was a dry cum and there was nothing to "eat." I had no idea that "men" shot cum. I was completely unprepared for what happened. Gary grabbed my head tighter, took another few shoves, and then started shooting his load. This day, he ranks as one of the biggest shooters I've ever encountered. I started gagging and coughing and he just laughed and said, "You wanna be a cocksucker, you gotta eat it all. So start swallering." I did my best, but cum was running out of the corners of my mouth out of my nose as he slowly fucked my mouth. As rough and unexpected as it all was, it was the hottest thing I had ever experienced. Sucking Lester was not half as fun as what Gary was going to me. When he finally finished shooting, he told me to suck him clean. When his cock was clean, he pulled it out of my mouth and told me to suck his balls clean. This was the first time I'd had balls in my mouth or even licked them. With Lester it had been cock in mouth (or ass) and that was it. I found it kinda hot to suck on his hairy balls. Finally, after he was satisfied his cock and balls were clean, he said, "Now finish Lester. It's hot to watch you with a cock in your mouth. And while you're sucking on my little brother, just think about all the times you're going to be sucking my big ol' cock." I got on my knees and Lester grabbed my head and fairly raped my mouth. He kept talking to Gary about how hot it had been to "See Danny swiggin your cum." It didn't take Lester more than a couple of minutes to have a dry cum. He shook and kind of yelped, and Gary laughed and said, "Too bad you can't shoot his mouth full of cum like I can." When Lester was finished, I pulled his cock out of my mouth and stood up. Gary looked at me and said, "You really like sucking cock, don't ya." I turned several shades of red and Gary said, "You don't need to be embarrassed, that was fun, and if ya really like it, you're gonna get a lot of it. Hell even if you don't like it you're going to get a lot of cock." His dick was still rock hard, sticking out of the top of his 501s. Lester and I were naked. Gary said, "Let's go in the house where I can get comfortable. Don't worry about getting your clothes on, Danny; they'd only get messed up." With that he turned and walked out of the garage, his hard prick leading the way. I looked at Lester and said, "What does that mean." He laughed and said, "I think it means you're gonna be sucking his cock again." I grinned and my dick jerked. I picked up my pants and shirt and we started walking to the house. As I looked down at my body, I knew Gary was right. I had coughed up so much of his cum that if I were dressed I would have been a mess. We collected our clothes and walked toward the back door. I was so horny (although I didn't know what the feeling was at the time) that I was shaking. When we got to the door, Lester went in first and I followed. Their house was really small – just a small back entry, kitchen/dining area, a living room, and one bedroom. I don't know where everyone slept and I never saw the bedroom or the bathroom. When I got into the living room, I didn't see Gary. I heard the toilet flush and turned toward the bathroom and watched Gary walk out, stark naked. He was hot, there was no doubt about it. He had some hair on his chest and a treasure trail leading down to a nice bush. His cock was still rock hard. He took hold of his cock and waved it around and said, "Do ya like my cock, faggot? I know it sure likes your mouth a lot." As I blushed, he walked over to the couch in front of the window, stretched and shook his hairy ass, his dick swinging for anyone looking though the picture window to see. He swung around, sort of fell on the couch in a sitting position, spread his legs wide, and said, "Okay, kid, ya love cock so much, it's time to fall in love with my dick. And this one is gonna last a long time. Now get that hot mouth on my cock and get busy." I was standing there, shaking on the inside and outside, feeling like I was having a heart attack (whatever I thought that would feel like back then). Gary grinned really wide and said, "Hey, Lester, the cocksucker's so hot that he's shivering. This is gonna be good. And if you play your cards right, I may even let him keep sucking your baby wiener." He laughed, banged his hard on against his stomach, and said, "Whatcha waiting for, faggot? I said get over here and blow me." I wlked the four or five feet to the couch, got on my knees, leaned over and wrapped my mouth around his cock. Gary put his head back, and let out a long, slow, almost painful sounding moan. That was more than I could take. My body convulsed in the biggest orgasm I had had, so far. Getting off with Lester was nothing compared to Gary's cock in my mouth. I looked up that teenaged body, and just my dick just kept jerking in orgasm. Gary leaned his head forward, opened his eyes, looked me squarely in the eyes and said, "Fucking hot, cocksucker; eat my cock." And I did. Although I was the one on my knees with the cock in my mouth, I was not the one controlling this blowjob. Gary called every part of it. He told me when to suck faster, slower, when to stop sucking and lick his cock, when to suck gently on his balls, and when he was on overload, he would grab my head tightly and just hold it stationary. He said, "This is too fucking hot. I want it to last all afternoon." That blowjob was part sex, sex ed, and experimentation. Gary would keep saying "Try this" or "do that" and I, like the sub dick eater I was becoming, did exactly what he told me to do. At one point, Gary said, "I wonder what a cock tastes like?" I didn't know if Gary knew that Lester had sucked me a few times or not, but Lester didn't let the cat out of the bag, if Gary didn't know. After probably more than an hour of my sucking him, Gary said, "Get your mouth off my cock and suck on Lester for a while, he's gonna start cryin' if you don't." Lester spread his legs wide, pushed his ass to the edge of the couch and said, "Yeah, Danny, I wanna feel ya sucking my wiener." In my lust craze, I kinda laughed to myself because not long after I started sucking Lester, he would tell me to suck his "big ol' wiener." Now, apparently, after seeing Gary's cock, Lester didn't think his wiener was all that big. I was more than reluctant to give up Gary's prick, and just kept sucking. Gary grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled me off his cock and pushed me toward Lester, and said, "Listen fag, you do what I tell you to do, when I tell you to do it, or you'll regret it. Now suck his prick." I knee-walked over the where Lester was setting and swallowed his cock. I had no problem taking it to the root because it was only about 3-4 inches. When Gary saw Lester's cock completely in my mouth, he said, "Why didn't ya do that to my prick?" I pulled off Lester's dick and said, "Yours is too long." He kind of laughed in a Disney-villian way and said, "Don't worry, I'm gonna teach you how to swaller it whole." He reached over and shoved my head back down on Lester's cock. Lester tried to make it last, but being 11-years old, "last" meant about five minutes. He groaned loudly, and said, "This is fuckin' great: I don't have to keep quiet since ya sucked on Gary's wiener." He started humping my mouth and in about a minute he yelled "I'm cumin'! I'm cummin'!" When his spasms stopped, Gary said, Now get over here and give me some head." I was on his cock faster than a starving dog on a t-bone steak. Gary, just groaned deeply and loudly and grabbed my head in both hands. She shoved my head down on his cock until the whole thing was buried down my throat. He yelled even louder and said, "Fuck yeah! I don't care if ya are gagging, yer gonna learn to swaller it all every time. Christ, not spew on me, faggot, just keep swallerin." As I tried to keep swallowing, he kept talking about hot "fucking hot" it felt when I would swallow with his cock down my throat. "we" kept this up for about 10 minutes and then he started slamming my face down on his crotch as he slammed his hips up shoving his cock all the way down. After about two or three minutes of this (although it felt like it was about an hour), He shoved my face down, hard, and kept it there as he yelled and started unloading his cum. The feel of his cock throbbing in my throat, the aroma of his teenaged body, and the thought that I was sucking his second load down was too much for me. I lost it and started my own second orgasm. This one, though, was completely different. It was as though I had somehow shot my whole body out through my dick. I don't have the words to describe how I felt. I don't have the words to describe how I felt. When he finally shopped shooing, he shoved me off his cock and said, "Jesus, Christ! That was the hottest thing I've ever done. Christ. Christ, Christ." I felt as if I had just surfaced from having dived off the diving board and sunk so low that I couldn't get to the surface in time to breath. All I could do was just gulp air. I was also covered with sweat. But my little wiener was still rock hard. Gary, being so much older than we were, knew what was going on with me. He laughed and said, "Danny, I think you were born to suck cock. I didn't know anyone could get like that just from having a cock in their mouth. But, don't worry, kiddo, you'll be getting a lot of cock. Trust me. How did my load taste?" I was so dumb I had to ask what "a load" was. He laughed and explained it to me and asked, again, what it tasted like. I told him it wasn't bad, that is almost didn't have any taste, but that it was like something salty and sweet at the same time. He grinned, patted his cock and said, "Since ya like it so much, give it another little suck." He barely had the words out of his mouth before I was on his prick. Gary lauged and said, "Well, little brother, I think you found me the best gift I ever got. I may even let ya borrow it some times." Gary pushed me off of his cock again and "made" me suck off Lester again. When Lester had cum, Gary said, "Okay kid, you did a good job, so I wanna give ya something. I want you to jack off while we watch." He told me to sit back with my ass on my heels and to jerk my cock. I was still so turned on that it only took about two minutes, if that, before I was in the middle of my third orgasm of the past couple of hours. When I started squirming in pleasure, Gary just laughed and said, "Yep, yer a cocksucker alright." I was still jerking in orgasm when we heard the "shave and a haircut" toot of a car horn. Gary jumped up and said, "Fuck, it's dad. Get dressed and get your asses outta here." We were dressed and in the back yard by the time Skip (their dad) rounded the side of the house. He spoke to us and went into the house. Lester looked at me and said, "Let's go." We headed for the secluded place down by the tracks and as soon as we were there, he had his pants down. I didn't have to be told what he wanted. I was on my knees in a millisecond. He didn't let me pull off his wiener until he'd had three more cums. He kept taling about how hot it was to watch me suck off his brother. Finally, he was too sore for me to suck anymore. He shoved me off his prick, just like his older brother had done, pulled up his pants, grinned at me and said, "Gotta get our asses home cocksucker." We walked back up the hill and home without saying another word. When we got to our houses (he lived on one side and I lived directly across the road), he grinned again and said, "That was fun, cocksucker. See ya tomorrow." With that he turned and walked up his drive way. I looked at the house and saw Gary standing there, looking out the window. He grinned, reached down and gave his crotch a couple of tugs, turned and walked away from the window. I went home and jerked off three more times. To be continued if there is any interest. If you enjoyed this first installment of my experience with the Paul family, let me know and I'll continue the story. You may contact me at mypersonalpornaccount2@gmail.com. Remember to support Nifty, men.