Date: Thu, 8 May 2014 14:53:04 -0400 From: Lytle Peters Subject: Home from College Part I DISCLAIMER: This story is fantasy. We all know that boys don't act as the boys in this story do. My parents are going to the beach this weekend; in fact, they've already left. I had to wait for my 11 a.m. sociology class to finish before I could hit the road for the weekend home. I told them I'd be glad to escape the freshman dorm where I'm currently locked up with hundreds of other 18 year old guys and come home to stay with our collie, Rex. It's only a two-hour drive, so I'll be home easily by 2:30, which should work out just great. It's late September but still really warm, so I'm wearing just gym shorts and a tshirt and got the windows down, CD blasting, and blowing down the highway. It should be a beautiful weekend, and I'm looking forward to some privacy with Rex. My parents and I just moved to this neighborhood back in July, so the house and the neighbors are still pretty new to me, but I'm starting to feel more comfortable there. There's a family whose back yard is kind of diagonal to ours; he's a banker and she's in real estate, and they have a boy who's 12, with long blonde hair, a little on the pudgy side, called Brad. He isn't fat, but still just seems to have a bit of that prepubescent weight that boys carry until they start to grow up (literally) and slim down. Brad is an athletic little stud, who seems to like the idea of hanging out with a college kid. Directly behind our house is another family. Both the husband and wife work, but I'm not sure where. They've got an older girl, then a boy, Davy, with longish auburn hair and blue eyes and freckles across his nose, Dennis the Menace style, and then a younger version of Davy about 8 or 9, I guess. Davy just turned 11 a few weeks ago. I know 'cause I gave him a new basketball for his birthday and told him he could use the hoop in our driveway whenever he wanted. He's gotten pretty comfortable hanging out in our driveway and garage either with Brad or by himself. Back in August just before I was leaving for fall semester, he and Brad were in our garage cooling off after shooting hoops. Brad was standing in front of Davy and suddenly grabbed the waistband of his sport shorts and pulled down the front to expose himself to the younger boy. Then Davy stood up and did the same with his shorts, in a classic I'll-show-you-mine-if-you-show-me-yours. They didn't realize I saw them from a distance, so I rattled a watering can and acted like I was just coming round the house, giving them time to cover up. But this confirmed that they were true 11 and 12 year olds: curious and ready to explore. I've been thinking about them ever since. Sure enough, I'm pulling into the driveway at 2:25, and Rex is going crazy running laps around the back yard. Then he runs to me and stands with paws on my shoulders for hugs, rubs, and scratching. He and I have been best buds since we got him when I was 12. He follows me into the house and watches as I throw my stuff in my room, devour a sandwich, and drink a beer. Hey, it's Friday; a beer with lunch is just the start of the weekend. By 3:00 I'm out in the driveway dribbling the basketball and Rex is stretched out in a shady spot watching. As it gets closer to 3:15, I'm not so much dribbling as deliberately bouncing the ball hard, making more like a drumbeat. I swear it isn't more that 5 minutes before I spot Davy's auburn mop flopping as he runs across our back yard and into the driveway. Like me, he's wearing sport shorts and a loose tshirt. "Hey," I say and bounce the ball toward him. He catches it and says "I didn't know you were coming home this weekend, Jake. I thought..." "My parents went to the beach, but I'm staying here with Rex." "Cool. By yourself?" "Uh, yeah. Except maybe for my buddy Davy." He grins. "Cool." "Yep. We've got the place all to ourselves. We can run through the house buck naked if we want to." He snorted a laugh but blushed deeply and looked at the bouncing ball. "Cool. Wish I could stay the night." "Who knows, maybe we can figure something out. Want to come inside the garage? I'm gonna get a beer." "Sure," he said and followed me into the cool darkness. I opened the door to the little storage room where my dad had his garage fridge and reached for a cold bottle. Davy followed me and stood in the doorway behind me. I popped the cap and took a long swig. Turning to him, I said, "You want a taste?" He looked unsure. "I won't tell anyone. It's just us guys here, you and me and Rex." Rex had followed us into the garage and was eyeing us carefully. "OK," he said softly and I handed him the bottle. He raised it to his lips and took a little sip, then said. "Hmm, not as bad as I thought." "That your first taste of beer?" "Uh, yeah," he said and took another longer swallow. "I kinda like it." "Better go easy," I said, reaching for the bottle. He took another swallow before handing me what was now half a beer. Rex is standing behind Davy now, sniffing at his sneakers and then up the back of his leg. Davy jumps at the cold nose on his bare leg. "He's just smelling you, don't worry. He just wants to smell your buttcrack," I say and finish the beer in a long gulp. Davy snorts again and again blushes deeply. Rex is getting really personal now, snuffling lustily in the boy's shorts. "Ewwww," Danny says. "Hey, it's like sweet perfume to him. Think about it from the dog's point of view." "Ewwwww." "OK, Mr. Sensitive, let's go shoot some hoops." We're back in the driveway playing HORSE. Davy makes a little half-hook, and I'm trying to match him. Swish. "Where's Brad today?" "His mom was taking him shopping after school." "Poor guy." "Yeah." He makes a bank shot from beyond the free throw line. I try the same shot and it bounces off the front of the rim. "H," I say, then "I wonder how Brad would like Rex sniffing his butt crack." Davy snorts. "He'd probably love it." "Yeah, his cock would probably jump out of his shorts." "Yeah." Underhanded two-handed shot from the line. I'm at the line. "I bet Brad has a really nice cock, huh?" "Yeah," he says, then, "I mean, I guess so. I don't know." The little liar. Air ball. "H-O." Then as he is figuring out his next shot, I ask, "Is Brad circumsized?" "Sure," Davy says, launching a jump shot that swishes through the net, "Me too." "Me three," I say. My shot doesn't swish, but it's good. "Does Brad have a girlfriend?" "Nah. Me neither," he adds. "Me neither," I say. ********** So I won the game of HORSE and me and Jake are sitting on his patio. It's cool 'cause earlier he let me try some beer. I wonder if I spend the night over here if he'll let me have more. Bet he will. Jake seems to like me a lot. He keeps staring at me and smiling. It's cool that he likes to hang out with me and me being a kid and all. I've got my feet up in the chair where I'm sitting. I think Jake is looking at my bare legs. He keeps fiddling with himself, adjusting his paddywacker - that's what Brad calls it - inside his shorts. I swear I think now he's staring at my crotch, so of course that makes my paddywacker start to get hard. I put my hand over it to hide it and Jake smiles at me and winks. Yep. He was staring at my crotch. Man, I bet he's got a big one. With hair and all. Brad has like two little hairs and makes a big deal about it like he's some macho man. Oh my gosh, Jake has flopped his legs wide apart and I can see up the leg of his shorts. I can see the head of his paddywacker up in there. Cool. It looks like mine only a lot bigger. He's staring at my crotch again so I move my hand and let him see my bulge. Do you think he wants to touch it the way Brad does at sleepovers? Jake says, "I'm going to get a beer," and he gets up and goes into the garage. Rex follows him of course. I love doing sleepovers at Brad's house. I'm remembering the last one, last weekend. I swear I think he stayed awake all night playing with my paddywacker. He even took my underwear off me so I was completely naked. And he even kissed my hard paddywacker and got me to do the same to him. I'm replaying the night in my head. Eventually I realize that Jake hasn't come back so I go into the garage looking for him. He's not in the garage so he must be in the storage room where the fridge is. Yep. There he is and Rex too. As soon as I step into the little room, Rex comes over to me and starts smelling me in the crotch and then my butt again. He really likes to do that but it seems like it's only in this little room. Jake is watching Rex and smiling. I can't help blushing again. "It feels good when he sticks his snout in your butt like that, doesn't it?" Jake says. "I - I guess so." I'm really embarrassed. "You should let him lick your crack. Just pull down your shorts and he'll do it. He loves it." "You serious?" "Pull down the back of your shorts and you'll see." I reach back and start to pull my shorts down and Rex is in my butt crack. All I can feel is hot tongue licking my crack and going deeper. He's licking me like crazy. "Spread your legs a little." I do and before I know it, Rex's tongue is at my hole and licking like crazy. My paddywacker feels like it's gonna explode it's so hard. And every time his hot tongue brushes my hole it's like a jolt goes through my whole body. I'm really embarrassed that Jake is watching this, but it feels so good I have to just close my eyes and let it happen. After a minute of this hot licking, I hear myself whispering "Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh" as the tongue starts to lick up inside my butthole. I don't even realize with my eyes closed that Jake has pulled the front of my shorts down until I feel something brushing the underside of my paddywacker right up to that super sensitive spot at the head. I look down and Jake is crouched in front of me and running just the back of his index finger up and down my whole two-and-a-half inches, which is up so straight it's almost touching my belly. Jake slowly traces my shaft from my ballsack up to the flared pink head, making me shudder, and asks "Do you mind if I touch it?" "Nuh-no," I manage to whisper, "'course not." Jake is really tickling that spot under the head, and Rex's tongue is licking inside my butt. "You've got a beautiful cock, Davy," Jake says. He squeezes the shaft more firmly and starts to slide the skin up and down, the way Brad showed me. "Good boy, Rex," Jake says. "Eat that boy ass good." Jake is stroking my cock faster. "Beautiful boy cock, beautiful hot boy cock." He's stroking me faster, Rex is licking away at my hole. They've got me pinned between them, making me feel electric jolts back and front. I never knew I could feel like this. My knees feel like they're gonna give way. But the stroking and slurping keep going. Then eventually I start to feel something else. "I've gotta pee," I say. Jake doesn't let go or even slow down. "No you don't, baby. Just let it happen. You are so fuckin' hot. Look at that beautiful boy cock." I like it when he talks this way. But I don't want to pee on him or myself. "But..." "Shhh," he says. "You're not gonna pee. Just let us do this." He strokes me even faster. It's no use to argue. My paddywack -- I mean my cock is in charge. Soon I hear myself half moaning half whispering, "Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh" in time with Jake's stroking and Rex's licking, and then I feel like an explosion inside and get all lightheaded at the same time. My cock is pulsing and my butthole squeezing. And then my knees really do give way. I fall into Jake's chest and feel his arms grab me and hold me. He's got his mouth near my ear and says, "Enough Rex." The dog stops licking my throbbing butthole. "Take it easy, Davy. I've got you," he whispers in my ear. "Jake's got you, you beautiful boy." I am panting and my face feels hot buried in his tshirt, which feels wet. Then I realize I'm crying. Jake is holding me tight and rocking slightly. "Shhh, just let it out, you beautiful beautiful boy." After a minute he pulls away from me and kisses my eyes. Then he kisses my nose and my lips. I've never been kissed like this. Wow. "I'm sorry. I don't cry like..." "Hush," Jake says. He is kissing the tears off my cheeks and my eyes. "You are perfect just the way you are." I look up into his eyes and realize they are full of tears too. Why is he about to cry? "You are perfectly beautiful. And look at that perfect cock." I look down at it still standing erect, still pulsing, its flared head a rosier pink than usual. "Your body just had an orgasm, so if you need to cry, cry." "Organism?" Jake laughed. "No, Silly. Orgasm. You're a big guy now." ********** I could hold Davy like this for an hour, but I force myself to stand him up in front of me. His shorts are down at his ankles so I'm face to "face" with the most gorgeous boy cock I've ever seen: a creamy white shaft rising two inches to a darker band of brown skin and leading to the pink flared head, the edge of its rim almost a light purple. The shaft is about the thickness of a Magic Marker, its mushroom head fatter. His little ball sack is tight to his body with what look like large marble sized balls. And not a hair to be seen. A perfect specimen of boyhood, still pulsing with Davy's heartbeat. Reluctantly I reach for his shorts and pull them up, clearing his erection and snapping the waistband against his belly. I reach and give his cock one more squeeze, which makes him suck in his breath suddenly. "It's real sensitive," he whispers. "I know it is. But I can also see it wants more." Davy smiles at me and blushes deeply yet again. "Would you like to figure out a way for you to sleep over here tonight?" "For real?" "Absolutely." "Wow. Yeah. Of course I would." "We could have a lot more fun together, just you and me. I've got lots to show you." Davy swallows and says, "OK. What do I need to do?" ********** So I can't go back to Jake's house until after dinner. Friday night is family night dinner and we all have to be there. Ug. Double Ug. But when I told mom Jake had a bunch of Three Stooges movies and I'd never really seen any and that Jake really did invite me and that I didn't invite myself and that I would be right next door and not in Timbuktu, she finally gave in and said OK to let me sleepover at Jake's. Cool. Double cool. So my overnight bag is packed and I'm ready. In the meantime, Brad called to see if I wanted to camp out in the backyard tonight and he was really jealous when he heard why I couldn't. I told him maybe tomorrow night. When is dinner gonna be ready? Like ever? ********** The doorbell rings at 7:05. It's Davy, still wearing the same gym shorts and t-shirt, only now with flip flops. And a small gym bag. "Hi again," he says shyly. "Hi again." After an awkward moment, "You gonna come in or stand out here all night?" "I'd rather come in." I step aside and he sweeps into the entrance hall. Another awkward pause, then I say, "You want to put that bag upstairs in our room?" "Yeah," he says softly. "Our room." And he glances at me with a little grin. I could grab him and hug him. But I don't. "There's a spare room with a single bed if you'd prefer your own space. And Rex is outside in the yard for the night." Davy blushes at the mention of Rex. "No, I, uh, I'd rather be with you." "Cool. Top of the steps, first door on your left." I follow him up, my face level with his hot little ass. Once in my room, he looks at the queen size bed, then at some of the posters on the walls. There's a door that leads to a walk-in closet and another that leads into my private bath. I point to that one and say "The bathroom's through there. I want you to do me a favor." "What?" "Before we start looking at the movies, I want you to take a shower." "OK." "I mean a thorough shower, like soaping every square inch of your body. . ." "Jeez, I don't have cooties." I laugh and finish "especially where Rex cleaned you earlier, even up inside, OK?" He stares at the floor. "OK, sure," he says softly. "And one other favor," I say, tossing him one of my t-shirts. "When you get out, I want you to put this on." "OK." "I mean ONLY that." "Oh, uh, OK, uh, sure." "Good boy," I say and turn to leave him to his business. "See you downstairs when you're ready." ********** So I dry myself pretty good and dry my hair just with the towel and leave it kinda flopping everywhere over my ears and down my neck. And I put on Jake's t-shirt. It's an L, so it's pretty big on me and covers about halfway down my thighs, but if I lift my arms it exposes my paddywack-- I mean my cock. Jake kept calling it my cock. I reach in my bag for my boxers, but then I remember Jake said to wear only the shirt. And thinking about it, it does feel kinda sexy like a dress with no panties. When I come downstairs, Jake is camped out in the middle of the couch and he pats the cushion to his right. "You can sit on this end with your back against the arm, and that should be comfy," Jake says. "I'll start the first movie. Now remember, this is highly intellectual, very serious adult comedy." "OK," I say, plopping down where he told me but realizing I've got no place for my legs. "Put 'em across my lap," Jake says, draping my thighs and legs right across him. I settle in, and soon the Stooges are on. They're running a cleaners and tailor shop. One of them is up on the ironing board trying to iron a pair of pants that keeps rolling up behind him. Then he gets folded up in the wall with the ironing board. Then it spits him out on the floor and smacks him in the head when he tries to stand up. I'm a mass of giggles. Jake's left hand is on my knee, lazily stroking around it with his thumb. His right hand is wandering ever so lightly up and down my thigh, going a little higher each time until it sneaks under the shirt and starts to stroke my thigh all the way up near my balls. My cock is hard instantly, which I guess he can see from the little rise in the shirt there. Jake is so light with his touch, I could let him do this all he wants. I love it. He's lightly tracing over my balls now but not touching my cock. I think he's teasing me. My cock is straining to be touched, but he goes back down my thighs. I spread my legs to give him more places to touch but keep my eyes on the screen. His left hand travels under me and a finger starts to touch around my crack and my butthole. Once it finds my hole and starts brushing it, Jake's other hand lightly touches and then slides up and down my shaft. I'm not watching the movie now. My eyes are closed. I feel my shirt pushed up to expose all of me. "Want me to do what I did earlier?" he asks. "Yes, yes please." "OK," he says, "but let's do it a little different." I feel him scooch himself out from under my legs and down to the far end of the couch, and then I feel a sudden heat on my cock. I look down and Jake has my cock in his mouth. It feels like his tongue is swirling around and around it, the head especially. Every time he licks across my supersensitive spot, I think I'm gonna see stars like in a cartoon. In the background, one of the Stooges says, "whoop whoop whoop." Now Jake is holding my cock in his mouth still but licking my balls. Then he goes back to my shaft and starts moving his mouth up and down, up and down, like he did with his fingers only now it's with his mouth and tongue. His fingers are stroking my chest and stopping to tweak my nipples. I didn't even know they were good for anything! But they are! The shirt is up around my neck now. And Jake's mouth is riding up and down on my shaft. When he pulls off it, I say, "Please don't stop," but he crawls up beside me kneeling on the floor and whispers in my ear with really hot breath, "Do you like it when I suck your cock and lick your balls?" Then his tongue goes in my ear. "Yesss," I whisper. "Say it. Tell Jake what you want him to do to you." "Please, Jake, suck by cock and and lick my balls." "OK, baby boy, OK" but before he does, he stops to kiss my lips and push his tongue against them. I guess he wants me to open them so I do, and his tongue starts to rub against mine. When I put my tongue out a little bit, Jake takes it in his mouth and sucks my tongue. And his hands are everywhere tweaking my nipples, brushing my cock. Just when I'm sure I can't breathe, he releases my tongue and as I'm trying to catch my breath, he sucks my two and half inches back into his mouth. His tongue is going round and round my little mushroom head. He starts seriously bobbing up and down my shaft sucking it like a lollipop, and his hands reach under me to spread my cheeks and start teasing and tickling my hole. I am panting and moaning in a matter of minutes. "I've got the pee feeling, Jake," I warn him. He just keeps going, if anything faster. I lay my head back with eyes closed and just let him have me. I pretty much tremble all over when the orgasm feeling hits me. I'm panting as he stops bobbing and just lets my cock throb in his mouth. Eventually I can utter a "Wow." I look down over my pushed up shirt, across my heaving chest, my belly, to where Jake is holding my cock in his mouth. When I look at the screen, I see the Stooges are standing over some guy they've apparently knocked out cold. "Yeah," Jake says, releasing my cock with a final slurp. "Wow." ********** I've got some other movies for Davy to watch, but I'm thinking I still need to go slow. So I go over and find You Are Not Alone. I'm mostly interested in Davy's reaction. When the film starts, Davy says, "How come they're not speaking English?" "Uh, because they're Danish." He giggles. He has pulled the shirt back down to cover himself, which is OK for now. We don't want to wear the boy out. Actually, yes we do, but we settle in back in our former spots, Davy's legs across my lap. When the headmaster's 12-year-old son comes on the screen, I watch Davy smile. "Look at his hair," he says. Then, "He's really cute." "Just wait," I say, "until you see ALL of him." "For real?" "For real." I'm lazily tracing the insides of Davy's thighs, and he spreads his legs to give me access. His cock is hard again. Did it ever go soft? I cannot believe my luck in watching this film with this beauty draped across me. "What's that bump?" Davy asks. "What bump?" "That bump," he says, moving his left leg so that it brushes across my lap. "You know what bump that is." "Yeah," he says. Then, "You gonna let me touch it?" A devilish little grin. "Oh, yeah. I'm gonna let you touch it. But later, after we're through down here." "Oh... OK. Well, you can touch mine whenever." Another little grin. "All night long, young man. All night long," I say, as I reach under the shirt and gift his cock a squeeze. We stop the Danish film after the scene where the two boys strip and shower together. Davy doesn't like reading the subtitles. Then I put on one more film. "This is a short movie. It's called "The Sleepover," I say, settling in. We are soon watching a room with about a dozen boys ages 10-12. All of them are naked. Most of them are paired off and playing with each others' cocks. One young boy is watching the others from a sofa and slowly masturbating. In the foreground is a boy about 12 with a hard cock that he is jacking off to keep it hard. In front of him is a boy kneeling and presenting his butt. A third boy is beside him spreading the kneeling boy's butt cheeks to show his hole. The 12 year old moves in and tries to insert his cock in the kneeling boy's butt. I look at Davy and his mouth is hanging open. The boy cannot get his cock to go in. The third boy reaches for a bottle of what looks like oil, maybe baby oil, and rubs it up and down the 12 year old's shaft. Then he pours more oil in his hand and rubs it in the kneeling boy's buttcrack. The 12 year old then moves in again, with the third boy spreading the kneeling boy's cheeks, and the older boy's cock slides into the butthole. The camera is so close that the whole screen is nothing but this boy's cock sliding into and out of the boy's ass. We watch in silence as the kneeling boy gets fucked. Then the camera moves and we see that the third boy is now in front of the kneeling boy with his cock in the kneeling boy's mouth, face fucking him. Davy's chin is on his chest. We watch the kneeling boy taking it at both ends for a couple of minutes before I say, "I think that's enough of this film." Davy whispers, "OK... if you say so." I get up and turn off the film, go back to the couch, and scoop Davy up in my arms. "Let's go to bed." I carry him up the steps, into the room, and lay him gently on the bed. ********** Jake is in the bathroom. I can hear him peeing big time. I need to pee too, but he put me on the bed. I wonder if I should go in the bathroom with Jake so that I can pee. Or should I just lie here and wait. That last movie he played was really hot. But I don't want him to stick his big cock in me. I think I would split in half. I go to the doorway. Jake has his back to me finishing up but he sees me in the big mirror. I see him too. He's soft of course but it still looks as long as mine is hard. He is giving it a shake. He has brown hair above it. His balls are huge but tight, not hanging down like my dad's. "I gotta pee too," I say. Jake motions to me and says, "Mind if I watch?" I step to the toilet and reach to pull up the big t-shirt. "Let me," Jake says and lifts it up and over my head in one motion. I'm embarrassed. My soft cock is no more than an inch long nestled on my ballsack. "God, you are incredibly beautiful," Jake half whispers. "You better pee before he starts to get hard." I have trouble starting with Jake watching me but once I do, it's a long one. He watches me and grins the whole time. I'm shaking off the last drop. "Jake?" "What, buddy?" "I -- uh -- I mean -- what I mean is..." Jake scoops me up in his arms again and carries me back to bed, but this time dropping me so that I bounce. I'm giggling. He jumps over me and stretches out beside me. We are face to face. "Know something?" he says softly. "What?" "You and I have to have one hundred percent of three things." "What?" "Honesty, secrecy, and trust." "OK, sure." "Don't say that lightly. I mean it as seriously as anything I've ever said. What we're doing has to be totally ours and only ours. And I'm trusting you and you are trusting me to keep it that way, right?" "Right. I understand." "And the honesty? You can say anything to me. We are closer than brothers now. Anything." "OK." "So don't start stammering and all that. I want you to feel comfortable telling me anything." "But I don't want to make you mad." "Why would I be mad?" His fingers are tracing lines up my belly and around my nipples. My cock immediately starts to grow. "Well, I -- I mean, I -- what I mean is I really want to play with your cock, but..." "And I'm gonna let you, but..." I take in a breath and let it out, "but I'm scared you want to stick it in me like in the movie and it will hurt bad and..." Jake stops me with a soft and sweet kiss on my lips. "Hush. Listen to me. You listening?" I nod. "We're not gonna do anything you don't want to do, OK? Get this through your knucklehead: Davy is in charge." "OK. But in the movie..." "Hush. Davy is in charge. Why in the world would I want to hurt a boy as beautiful and perfect as you?" I feel myself blush. Jake kisses me again on the lips, then puts his mouth to my ear and whispers with hot breath, "Now I want to touch all your private places for the rest of the night until you beg me to stop." My cock goes rock hard. I like it when he talks dirty to me like that. Jake repositions himself so that his head is down at my thighs, which means his cock and balls are now at my face. He's mostly hard now. I reach and touch it tentatively, sliding a finger up and down it, and it goes fully hard. It's twice as long as mine. I trace the big vein running up the side, and the mushroom head flares at me in response. I run my fingers through his hair. It's soft. Then I run them across his balls. They are smooth but not hairy and tight under his cock. "That's right," I hear Jake say. "Just do whatever you want." I squeeze his cock wrapping my fingers around it. It's like a Polish sausage size around. I slide my fingers up it to the head and I hear Jake sigh. So I do it again. Then I remember what Brad likes, so I make a circle with my thumb and middle finger and slide just the cock head back and forth through it over and over again, making sure I rub across that super sensitive spot. Another sigh. The head flares out at me. I pull it toward me and kiss it. Then I kiss that spot. I can feel Jake's breath on my thigh, but he's not touching me. He's just letting me explore. I kiss the head again and slide my fingers down the shaft all the way to his balls. "Oh yeah, baby..." After a few minutes of this, Jake says, "Let's turn around. Let me sit against the pillows." So he sits up and turns me so that my head is still at his cock. Then he says, "Put your legs on either side of me." I do. I go back to feeling and kissing his cock. Then I feel Jake licking my balls from behind. That is so hot but it means his nose is in my crack. But not for long. He is licking from my balls up into my crack. Oh my gosh. He is licking my hole just like Rex did. His hands are spreading my butt and his tongue is licking around and across my hole. I let out a long "Ohhhhhhhh" and lick Jake's cockhead. His tongue is working on my hole. I have to stop licking his cock so that I can breathe. I start sliding my hand up and down it, jacking it like Brad showed me. Jake's tongue is pushing at my hole and oh my gosh slides inside me. "Ohhhhh" "Ohhhh" "Ohhhhhhhh" I say as it goes in and out of my hole. I'm jacking his big cock and I see pee starting to leak out of it. The tongue is going in and out, in and out. My whole body is focused on that spot. Now it's in me even deeper. It feels like he's sucking my ass. My toes start to curl. Jake's tongue is trying to crawl all the way inside me. Thrusting, licking, sucking. "Jake," I say, then "Ohhhhhhhhhh" as my body gives in to the orgasm feeling. Something hot is all over my face. I open my eyes and Jake's cock is shooting white stuff all over me. All over my nose and lips and cheeks. I think it's in my hair too. But the tongue just keeps eating my ass until I have to pull forward and fall across his still twitching cock, panting as I try to catch my breath. We lie there for a long time just breathing. ********** I pulled him up to me and began kissing and licking the cum off his face. It must have looked like a mother cat grooming one of her kittens. "Are those sperms?" he asked. "Yeah, but it's called 'cum.'" "Oh. OK. Wow. It's everywhere." "I'll clean you up. You'll make that in a couple of years, and it feels amazing when it shoots out of you." "Jake?" "Yeah?" "What you just did to me felt amazing." I hugged him tight and said, "I think we may need a warm washcloth." As I swabbed him off (almost none of it had landed on me), he whispered, "Thanks for being so good to me." I couldn't help tearing up. "No. Thank you for just being you; you are incredible." He grinned at me. "Let's go downstairs for dessert and then you can tell me what you want to do next...." ********** I've got two scoops of ice cream in my bowl, and I'm reaching for a third when Jake says, "Hold on. We don't want you to get a bellyache." So I put the scoop down on the counter. "You want chocolate syrup?" he asks. I nod. "Of course you do. Stupid question." He takes the bottle out of the fridge and squirts some on my ice cream. It makes me think and I say, "Too bad that isn't what comes out of you." Jake gives me a devilish smile. "Oh yeah. Bet you'd eat it up then." He holds the bottle toward my mouth and I stick out my tongue. He squirts syrup on me and I swallow it, then take my tongue and lick the end of the bottle. "You are the naughtiest boy ever. I think I love you," Jake says. "Jake? Can we watch that movie again, the one with all the boys my age?" "Sure. If that's what you want." I settle on the couch while he starts it again. He turns around and says, "I want you to watch it standing up this time." I give him a curious look. "Don't worry. I'm not calling Rex in, if that's what you're worried about. Besides, Rex only does his favorite trick in that little storage room. You might want to remember that next week when I'm back at school." I nod and grin. "Anyway, just stand there and watch." Again the camera is going around the room of boys zooming in sometimes to show a particular boy. My cock is hard even before the camera comes to the 12 year old fucking the kneeling boy while the other boy fucks his mouth. This time, though, Jake lets the movie keep playing. The camera moves to a door and shows an older boy, maybe 14, with some hair over his cock, come through. Like the others, he's naked, and his circumcised cock is kinda half hard already. He walks over to the three boys fucking and watches them. Then he motions for two other boys to come over. They're more my age. The camera focuses on the older boy's chest. He has big pink nipples, kinda puffy, a lot like Brad's. The two boys my age come into view and each one starts tickling and licking a nipple. The nipples go hard and stand out instantly. The boys tongue tickle them over and over. Then the camera moves back and you see the older boy's cock is now really hard and maybe five inches. It's really pretty. The two boys my age go down on their knees on either side of the older boy, and they both start licking his cock at the base. Their tongues slowly work up the shaft until they are licking the purplish head until their tongues get to the tip where they are flicking each other and the cock head at the same time. Then they slowly start back down licking on either side of the cock all the way to the balls where each other licks and then sucks a ball. This is the hottest thing I've ever seen. Jake is kneeling in front of me and takes my cock in his mouth. He has his hands on my butt cheeks and he starts moving me in and out of his mouth so that I'm fucking him. The young boys lick and kiss the big cock and each other until the cock is covered in spit. Then the older boy moves and brushes the 12 year old fucker aside so that the kneeling boy's hole is visible. Then the older boy goes to his knees and in one motion slides his spit covered cock into the kneeling boy. The kneeling boy draws in a quick breath and moans.The camera zooms in to show the cock sliding in and out of the boy's hole. He fucks him like this for a minute or two. The kneeling boy is saying "Ohh" "Ohh" "Ohh" with every push. Meanwhile I am fucking Jake's mouth and feeling his tongue flick over my cock head. Then the older boy pulls all the way out and makes the kneeling boy lie on his back. He pushes the boy's legs up until his knees are on his chest. The camera zooms in on the boy's hole, and the older boy starts to lick and then fuck the hole with his tongue. After a minute of this, the older boy crawls on top and slides his big cock back into the boy on the floor. The older boy has his arms extended so that his chest is visible, and the boy being fucked reaches up and squeezes and twists the older boy's nipples. That makes him fuck the boy even harder and harder until he pulls out and white cream starts shooting out of his cock all over the younger boy's cock and belly. Then he plunges his big cock back into the boy's hole and keeps fucking him. I've got that pee feeling again as I fuck Jake's mouth as fast as I can. "Ohhhhhh Jake" I cry out. His tongue is flicking at my cockhead. My body goes limp and I fall across Jake's back. His tongue has stopped, and he's just holding my twitching cock in his mouth, holding my butt cheeks with his hands, stroking them lightly. When I've caught my breath and stood back up, Jake says, "That's enough movie for you, young man. Let's take you to bed." He picks me up so that I'm slung across his shoulder, my butt cheeks in the air, and he starts up the stairs. End of Part One. Let me know if you think there should be more. This is my first attempt at writing one of these stories. You may send comments, illustrations, suggestions to lytle.peters@gmail.com but as they always say, flames will be ignored. If this story isn't to your taste, there are certainly thousands of others from which to choose.