Teaberry Shuffle: Russ and Ronnie Ovdoc@yahoo.com 9/2013

Years ago, a friend called asking a favor. Doug had become a local singer of note. Although he was still young, he had a really good voice, and played guitar. Doug had a problem getting bookings. I had encouraged him to keep trying and had called in a few favors from friends who later thanked me for sending Doug to see them. He was doing well at local restaurants and lounges.

Doug was gay. So was I. He repayed me a few times with favors, and we both had enjoyed each other. But this time, he wanted me to listen to a new band he had formed. They were into rock and roll stuff which was very popular, but new groups were popping up all over the country. I knew he wanted some new bookings out of me. I also knew he would be willing to do anything to get my backing. He made it clear he would make my time well worth while - and I knew he could. I agreed to show, but didn’t really expect much.

My first shock came when I got to the address he gave me. It was in a residential neighborhood. The band was set up in a garage that had been converted into a studio. I wasn’t really surprised to see a band of teen boys. Doug had recruited a few of his friends. Not good. They were still in school or college. They had little experience on the road. Probably would argue and fight or break up over lovers quarrels. To make things worse, he introduced me as his agent with a big reputation in music. Not even close. I was not his agent. And my music knowledge consisted of playing percussion in the high school band with little success. My music teacher took little interest in my music ability, but liked my other talents. I wound up going out for sports which ended my music career. No matter. I made lots of other friends in the showers.

Then Doug introduced me to his new talented drummer - a blond headed boy that looked to be about thirteen. Suddenly his band looked a whole lot better. The drummer was named Russell. He liked Russ better. I liked whatever he liked. Russ had long beautiful sandy blond hair that fell loosely halfway down his back. Not only was it kept well groomed, but it went well with his blue yes and gorgeous smile. He was just too pretty to be a boy, but I soon learned not to tell him that. Russ was smart enough to know that Doug wanted more than a new drummer. Russ was not into boy sex. Or girl sex. He loved his drums, and wanted to be in a band. He could sing and set the rhythm with his drums. He had convinced me I wanted to help him out. Like Doug, I wanted more than that. I knew Russ would discover musicians who looked like him would find lots of guys who wanted to break them in. And one of them was me.

I’m sure Doug noticed my change in attitude right away. Gaydar probably. At any rate, I agreed to listen to them and give my opinion as to whether they had anything going for them. I have to admit the band was good. To come up with an original sound of their own, Doug had added a reverb sound new at the time and Russ was much more than a beautiful face. I was convinced Doug, Russ, and the band’s organist had something special. I agreed to add some additional sound equipment that could and would further amplify the echo sound. And I agreed to find some bookings to help perfect their image and popularity. For the first few months, we really worked hard to become known. Russ and I became friends, but he explained he was from a religious family and could not get involved in gay sex. I responded by calling him “Goldie Locks” which didn’t go over very well. I wasn’t going to make a move on a thirteen year old knowing it could mean serious trouble. At times, I was convinced Russ was sent to make my life a living hell. At times, I would stare at him while he played the drums causing him to turn red probably wondering why I was staring at him like he was an ice cream sundae being saved for dessert.

I stayed a lot longer than I intended. I also agreed to help find them a few gigs. I knew they would be a hit. Suddenly, I was their agent. We agreed to call the group “First Edition LTD”, an original name for an original group.

They made several appearances locally in the next few weeks. I started getting requests for youth parties, weddings, and even a number of music festivals. Russ and I became good friends. He got used to me standing close to him while he played the drums. I would tease him by whispering things like: “I love how you play.” or “I need to show you some new ways to play.” Russ would give me that big beautiful smile and reply: “Don’t you wish you could?” He loved being worshiped. And I knew it was just a matter of time.

That time came sooner than I thought it would. Russ called me one day to tell me he would miss practice that day because he was sick. He had a high fever and stomach pains. I rushed over to his house. His mother opened the door and led me to his room. Russ was laying on his back watching TV wearing only a white cotton pair of briefs, his legs covered by a sheet. His mother quickly offered to get me some fruit juice and left the room. I’m sure she felt a little embarrassed at seeing him so exposed. Russ’s undies had a really nice bulge up front that could not be ignored. I didn’t even try to ignore it. Russ noticed, but did nothing to stop me. I sat next to the bed and proceeded to talk about the band.

Pretty soon, Russ needed to go to the bathroom. His mother had brought my drink and left again after a brief chat. I offered, mostly as a joke, to help Russ get to the bathroom. He smiled and asked if I would. He sat up in bed. I sat next to him, put an arm around his waist, and helped lift him to his feet, then the few steps to the room next to his. I think I lost track of my senses. I loved having my arm around his waist and being skin to skin with him. I was also nervous. Was I moving to fast? I continued to hold him up as he stood in front of the stool and pushed his briefs down to his knees to pee. I got a good look at his boy body especially the three inch soft cut shaft hanging over his bare well developed ball sac.

Without thinkng, my hand went to hold his toy and aim it so he could pee. Russ looked up at me in surprise, but he did not pull away. Instead, he started his pee. When he finished, I shook it for him and gave it a few lovable pumps. It started to plump out on him before he pulled his undies up to cover it and force me to back off.

Both of us had a hardon by the time I got him back to his bed. His mom came to the door to ask if I could stay long enough for her to go to the food store and the drug store to get some things they needed. She smiled when she saw I was sitting on the edge of Russ’s bed. Then she was gone. I don’t think she saw the now four inch tent in Russ’s undies.

By the time she was out the door, my hand was wrapped around his slender hard shaft feeling him up and gently pumping him off. Russ helped by sliding his undies down so I could play with it. He was loving the feelings I had caused by pumping. He had been jerking off, but this felt great. Better than any thing he had done. As my right hand slowly pumped his shaft, the other hand found his ball sac and was gently working over his growing balls. All Russ could do was moan in pleasure as his normal resistance gave way to new exciting feelings. A man’s hands were coaxing his dick and balls to new heights. No way was he about to stop me. His eyes glossed over as he quietly relaxed and watched as I increased the speed of pumping his perfect young dick causing his balls to draw up tight under it. After a short time, his dick could hold back no longer. His hips suddenly shot up pushing his butt up off the bed. His toes curled up. His spine arched upward. His dick fired the first sperm load high up. It landed on the upper part of his chest. The second spurt came quickly, landing close by. A couple more landed nearby, but lower. Then a little more sperm oozed over my hand. Russ relaxed. He lay totally relaxed staring at me in disbelief. He had just shot off because he had let me jerk him off. And right now he didn’t care. He couldn’t wait to do that again.

His next shock came when I leaned over him and began licking up the watery liquid splashed over him. I didn’t stop until I had swallowed all of it. I would have loved to share it with him, but I figured Russ wasn’t ready for kissing yet. One step at a time. Besides, I loved licking his nipples and his chest - even his inny belly button.

When he could regain his senses, he lifted up to look at his deflated shaft. It lay flat on his tummy. He looked up at me and finally asked if I had really done that as if it was all a day dream. I asked when he wanted to do it again. He asked what he had to do in return. “You have to enjoy it.” , I answered. Then he smiled a beautiful smile and gave me a wicked look. “You can’t tell any one. “ It was agreed.

The next day, I went back to visit. This time, Russ asked if I could stay long enough to help him shower. His mother agreed with some relief. She could not bring herself to help him bathe. She joked that her son was going to be a well built man, blushing as she tried to word it right. Russ blushed as did his mom. Russ’s dad had left them years before. Russ needed a man to relate to. Mom couldn’t replace dad. She would go visit a friend to let Russ and I get his shower done.

His temp had dropped. He was feeling better. He was pleased when I agreed to wait while he showered. He was ready for the next step.

After his mom was gone, Russ explained we could shower together. He had seen other boys nude, but he had never seen an adult nude. I don’t know who was the most nervous. Both of us undressed watching each other peel off each piece of clothing. Both were aroused. Both of us were ready to play sex again. But I knew what I wanted. And I knew Russ was curious. He wanted to know what was next. I turned on the water and adjusted the temperature. Then we stepped in. Both of us took a minute to get used to the water and soak. I picked up a bar of soap and proceeded to soap up Russ, starting with his hair. He closed his eyes to keep soap out of them. I rinsed the hair loving the smell of his hair and his body. He allowed me to pause long enough to kiss and nibble on his nipples. We played around as I knelt and licked his belly button. He knew what was coming next. He watched silently as I felt his dick and balls, then watched as I leaned forward to lick his hard shaft, then suck it into my mouth. He let out a sigh. He was about to get his first blow job. He watched silently as his dick disappeared inside my mouth. Again, Russ let out a long loud sigh. He had just gone a little further into this gay game. He watched happily as I worked his toys - this time with my mouth. It felt great. I had no problem handling him. I made sure he liked it.

I went all the way down on it, licking and sucking as Russ breathed slowly and deeply once again feeling feelings never before dealt with. Not only was it new, but he would want more. He was hooked. He didn’t know it at the time, but I did. He didn’t even try to object to my affections, nor did he want to. He had heard of blow jobs, but never did he think he would let some one do it - until now. And right now, he decided this was only the first of many to come. And it was a guy that did it - so what?

His body got into the act by pumping his dick in and out of my mouth vigorously. His hands joined in by grabbing my head and holding it tightly so it wouldn’t get away until the job was done. That’s why they call it a blow job. He kept up his vigorous pumping until his balls once again pulled up tight and his dick started shooting again. He moaned loudly as his load kept coming. So much cum. So much fun. He was arched forward again. His toes had curled and he felt like he was dancing on his toes. My hands had slid behind his well filled out buns to help steady him. I wanted every drop of his sweet teen boy sperm load. Neither of us wanted this moment to end. Russ was seeing stars floating in front of his eyes. He had left this world for a place somewhere out in space, and was in no hurry to get back.

But orgasms never last as long as we want. Eventually both of us came back to earth. Russ had a silly grin covering his face. He watched as I rose to stare at him, still fascinated by his perfect body. When he found his breath again, he asked me what had just happened. He wasn’t ready to admit he had just allowed me to blow him, and had loved it.

I took it no further. Russ had enough to deal with. I wanted him to want that again. We would have plenty of time to go further.

If anything, Russ was still very much devoted to the band. He was back at work by the end of the week. He and I met at his home when his mom was gone. Russ volunteered to return my favors. We got pretty good at fondling, jerk offs, and blow jobs.

Our next challenge came in Montreal that next summer. The band played at a hostel where they had their own circular open stage. The band was good. They had attracted a full house that night. And that had included a Canadian biker group that seemed to have been drinking or doing pot - maybe both. At any rate, the rough looking gang of maybe a half dozen older teens were attracted by Russ’s long blond hair that was hanging half way down his back. They teased that he looked like a hot blond girl looking for some fun. It made no difference that Russ didn’t like the come on offers to spend the night with them. When they got even more aggressive, I decided to stop the music and get the band out of harm’s way.

I tried to explain to Russ that the gang was probably drinking and were horny enough to try screwing anything that had a hole in it. He agreed to let Doug shorten his hair a little (even with his shoulders). We still had bookings in Ottawa, Peterborough, and Toronto. We retreated to our room for the night. Russ was staying with me. He was pretty shaken that the bikers called him “pretty girl” and other sexy names he didn’t like. We agreed to a hot shower, maybe a sixty nine, and then a good night’s sleep.

But once in the shower, Russ seemed a lot more loving than usual. As I was soaping him down, he allowed me to come on to him a lot more and a lot faster than usual. He had made it clear that anal sex was not his thing. He was sure my dick was too big and would probably damage his hole. Besides, it was way gay to use a guy’s poop hole to stick your dick in. So I was way confused when Russ seemed to need some really deep loving. When I had him pretty well soaped up, I gave him a really good jerk off. He had shot his load for me. He would take care of me when we had our sixty nine in bed. But then, he suddenly began rubbing his buns snugly against my dick allowing me to slide the mushroom shaped head up and down his soapy slick crack. Whenever I had done that to him before, he would back away from me. He knew what I wanted, but I had agreed not to force him. I would never hurt him. We had compromised. He had let me use my finger, and had gotten used to having me find his prostate and pleasure him.

But not this night. Something had happened. Russ wanted more. When my dickhead slowly slid over his hole, he stopped it and leaned back against it just letting it rest there at the entrance. My dick is famous for doing the thinking when the opportunity to enter presents itself. After pausing for just a moment, it gently but firmly put the pressure on. I had expected Russ to tighten up, refusing me as usual. But not this time. His butt remained still, and he pushed back relaxing the muscles. And I leaned in to him, causing him to push back away from the shower wall, but into my hard anxious dickhead. I slid my hands around his waist pulling him back against the round slick spear.

The dick knew what to do. It pressed past the spincter muscle now relaxed, and into the very tight opening that was suddenly allowing entrance. Russ let out a loud gasp, but made no effort to stop me. Once my dick head was inside him, I paused. Russ rested as his hole stopped hurting. Then he again pushed back causing another couple of inches to slid in. He wasn’t protesting. He was giving in. And I decided I was going for it. I was already in. This might be my only chance.

Russ mad no move to stop my intrusion. Nor did he scream out in pain although I know it must have hurt. When I was all the way in, I stopped to let him get used to it. Then I moved it around to find his pleasure point. I also wanted him to feel the feelings caused by having me in him. He responded well. Russ liked being joined together. He looked back at me smiling. I slowly began humping him. As he got used to me, I sped up pulling back further, and thrusting in harder. It didn’t take long before my balls drew up tight and my sperm load blasted inside him. Russ took the load and let the shaft slowly pop out of him as it deflated. He had done it. He had given in because it was what I wanted. And he had liked doing it. We would repeat the game in bed with him laying on his back kissing and hugging as the two of us made known our pleasure just being sexy.

The tour was very successful. We added several cities before going home. We met several other groups and were invited to several parties to meet some famous bands and singers. Russ and I became an item, meaning that the band accepted us as more than friends. Not everyone agreed. Russ had just turned fourteen, but then he was traveling with a rock and roll band. Sex wasn’t questioned. Nor was it judged.

It was after Russ had returned to school that I would meet his best friend, Ronnie. He was brown haired, brown eyes, and a light build, but fun loving and full of curiosity and energy. He was about a year younger than Russ, but they had still chose to hang out together. Russ had not mentioned Ronnie before, but told me that they had played around a little before, but not sexually. I think they started playing around a whole lot more after Russ met me. Ronnie accepted me almost instantly after we met. If Russ liked me, that was good enough for Ronnie. No sooner had Russ and I got back from the tour before we became a threesome who spent as much time together as possible.

At first, Ronnie and I were no more than friends. I was careful not to get Russ in trouble with his best friend. I didn’t know how far they had gone sexually and wanted to know Ronnie better. We got along great though. His family was religious, but Ronnie was the one who told me one Sunday that Russ was Mormon. Russ not only admitted it, but laughed that he knew I was a coffee addict. Mormons don’t do anything with caffeine in it. Russ and I often went to church with Ronnie. We would stop at a do-nut place where I could get my do-nut and coffee before church. Ronnie would always have the same, but Russ would get milk with his do-nuts.

One Sunday morning, Ronnie and I agreed to go to the Mormon church with Russ. We stopped as usual to get our do-nuts fresh off the line. Ronnie laughed that the Mormons could smell coffee if I drank it before going to their church. Not sure I could believe Ronnie, I looked at Russ. With a smirk on his face, he just shrugged at me. I pushed the coffee away with a scowl and ordered milk. The two of them loved that I had given in. Neither had any idea what was to come. Both knew that milk was not a favorite drink with me. I loved my coffee. The do-nuts were just not the same. I failed to see what coffee had to do with religion.

At church, I went to the teen group with Ronnie and Russ. I knew it might look a little strange for a thirty year old to sit in with the teens, but explained that I taught teens at my church and wanted to compare. A much older teacher smiled and went on with his lesson. Then came church. Russ and Ronnie sat with me in the visitor’s area. Russ beamed with pride. I think it was the first time he had brought a visitor to his church. He was also proud that Ronnie was there. All three of us belonged to a different religious church, but were not afraid to visit a different kind of church.

Once church service began, a lay preacher stepped up to the podium. He wore a big mischievous grin. He boomed out to the people that he had done a heroic thing at work. His office had a big coffee urn that served dozens of people there. He had casually walked by the coffee server, and when no one was watching, he had turned the valve on allowing the coffee to pour out onto the floor making a big mess and emptying the sinful brew. He had saved mankind from certain death (or some comment to that effect). At first, I just sat there with my mouth hanging open. I am, after all, a serious coffee addict. I couldn’t believe this fool had actually deliberately sabotaged the office coffee mess, and then cowardly pretended he didn’t know who had made the mess. It struck me as a cowardly act - not a heroic one. I came to my feet still in shock to respond, then remembered where I was. I started to sit back down realizing this guy wasn’t getting the applause he was expecting. Another man quickly took his place and changed the topic. And Russ grabbed one of my arms while Ronnie grabbed the other. Both were in hysterics. The church goers watched in shock as two boys tugged me toward the exit. Both were in stitches. Others joined in, laughing as I staggered out the door. Russ went back to talk to his Sunday School teacher explaining that his church had just insulted a guest. The teacher (I am told) explained this to the others. Russ apologized to me, explaining that the man did not represent the church, and would be told his confession was inappropriate. But Mormons are known to be extremists. I would tease Russ about the incident for a long time, and would be reminded that I had come to my feet in shock with a furious look on my face. They had dragged me out the door to stop me from saying something unacceptable in any church.

I had much better luck with Ronnie’s family. Russ decided to attend church with us. When I chose to sit in with the teen group, the church elders told the youth I would be a teacher’s aide. The kids liked that a lot because I joined in on the discussions sometimes challenging church logic. Other teens liked my openness and took up open discussions. At times, we talked about things not included in the set program. The teens loved it. The elders did not. Some of my opinions did not agree with the church’s policies.

Ronnie thought I was terrific. So did his family. His dad was one of the elders, but one of the younger, more liberal ones. I was invited to their home for dinner. So was Russ who spent a lot of time with Ronnie even though the church did not like popular music or bands. Musical instruments were not allowed in the church and dances were not allowed either.

By Christmas that year, I was being invited to visit and spend the night at Ronnie’s house. The family had four sons. The oldest was married and on his own. The second son knew of my fame as a car stunt driver (a hobby mostly). Bruce was fifteen and couldn’t believe I was visiting his home. Although his dad wasn’t impressed with stunt drivers, he liked car racing and was also impressed that I had become a friend. Ronnie was the third son. The youngest was Eric, a twelve year old blond who loved tagging along with his older brothers and liked whatever they liked.

Things got interesting the first time I accepted an invite to go bowling with the family and spend the night. The bowling and dinner went great. Russ and I were both welcomed like long lost brothers. It was late when we returned home and had a late night snack. Dad decided it was getting late, and told his boys to get their shower and get ready for bed. After some grumbling, Bruce was the first to shower. The shower was on the first floor, but their bedroom was on the second floor. So when Bruce had showered, he came back in the living room wearing only his briefs. He had a terrific body, and his dad told me that Bruce was an athlete. Mom seemed to be at ease with her boys undressed and ignored Bruce’s large well developed bulge in the white briefs. So did dad.

I pretended not to notice, but I’m sure Bruce noticed my gaze at a teen stud. His shaft seemed to peek out at us as the undies hardly covered all of his jewels. Bruce was aware we were looking, but was not willing to head for bed as long as me and his dad were still chatting. He resumed his place next to me on the couch quietly as Russ got up to take his turn. Not being a member of the family russ returned wearing briefs, but with a large tee shirt covering him almost down to his knees. He sat in a chair across from me smiling a bit shy. Ronnie and Eric decided to shower together to save enough hot water for me. Both returned wearing only their briefs. Ronnie was well developed for a thirteen year old. Not as big as Bruce, but definitely in puberty. Eric was still pre-pube - not showing much, but not concerned. Sex was not a big thing with him yet.

When it was my turn, Ronnie’s parents decided to retire to their downstairs bedroom, leaving me and the boys to ourselves. Bruce told me he had his own bedroom upstairs. He also had a double bed. Ronnie, Russ, and Eric always shared the other bedroom. He was willing to share his bed with me. He had also given me a pretty good show of his goodies with his parents gone. When they left, Bruce moved to their sofa where he could open his legs to be more comfy. As he did, I was treated to a really good view of his large long beefy dick. It had slid out of his left leg opening. Not the whole thing, but most of it. He pretended not to notice, but the other boys got a good look too. Bruce had to know. I soon had an obvious tent in the crotch, not only because of him, but because Russ, Ronnie, and even Eric was showing tents where their toys were. When I rose to go take a shower, Bruce stood, his shaft no longer soft, but not completely hard either. The other boys joined him heading up the stairs noisily.

After a quick shower, I wore a towel around my waist and carried my clothes up the stairs. Ronnie’s dad came out to turn out the lights. As I reached the upstairs, I found myself entering Bruce’s room. He suggested I lock the door at the top of the stairs, explaining the other bedroom was only available by passing through his. Locking the door was for privacy since he and Ronnie needed their privacy. I was about ten years older than Bruce, so I knew I could get by with him if I teased him about needing privacy to jerk off. To my surprise he admitted he jerked off several times a day.

He was laying on the covers on the wall side of the bed. Plenty of room. His toy had become soft, but still was easily visible. Most of it was covered, but part of the head and half of his balls were exposed. He had his hands under his head. No need to cover up. He was a horny fifteen year old sleeping with a man who understood what horny means. Bruce may have had some reservations as to how far I would go, but he was aware that sex was more fun when shared. Tonight was his chance to find out if I would share with him. He was not shy. I was not his first play friend. Just the first adult.

I was surprised Bruce was coming on so strong, but he was not the first boy to come on to me. It was an opportunity for both of us to explore each other. Each of us had shown an interest in each other. Somehow I knew Bruce was safe. What happened between us was not going to be discussed with any one he didn’t trust.

The other three boys in the next room had closed their door and were quietly chattering and giggling in their room. I wondered what Russ was thinking. He had to know Bruce was coming on to me.

Bruce watched as I undid the towel around my waist and pretended to dry off once again. When I lay the towel across a chair, I saw that Bruce was no longer soft. His manly dick now pushed it’s way out and stuck entirely out of the cloth. He turned red from blushing, but made no move to cover up. Nor did he say any thing. He gave me a shy smile. It was my turn to lead.

After looking over his proud toy hoping to be played with, I turned off the single lamp next to the bed. Except for the light from a window, the room was dark. I laid down next to him completely nude, then reached to find the stiff toy he wanted to share. He was still quiet and relaxed as I felt the shaft and the balls. I moved closer and began stroking him. Bruce moaned in pleasure and let me do my thing with him. We knew we had to be quiet so the others wouldn’t hear us. He allowed me to remove the white briefs by sliding them off.

I turned head to toe to allow him to respond when I went down on him. I was pretty sure he would. Once in place, I leaned forward to taste and then engulf his pride. I took it in and coated it with saliva as I slowly humped it. I had no trouble taking all of it in although it was a mouth full. And I took the time to include working over the full size balls as well.

He was busy too. Bruce felt up the dick and the balls he had just met. He moved in closer to get at them. Then he licked the head and slowly went further down. He was not new at this. He had done it before. He knew to watch the teeth and to lick and suck on his new toy. He was good at it. I couldn’t wait to find out who his teacher was. Bruce was as much at ease as I was.

Somehow I knew not to worry about warning Bruce that I would soon shoot my load as he sucked on me. Neither of us paused to finish off. I think he came first because he sped up when he knew he was coming. Most all teens do. And he really blew a load, which I thoroughly enjoyed. He also broke his code of silence. I tried to keep him quiet, but I know they could hear him through the walls separating us from the next room where three boys were sleeping or listening. I wasn’t sure which, but I just knew I was hearing them giggle and whisper. Russ was going to kill me. Hopefully he would wait until later to confront me.

And we weren’t done yet. Bruce snuggled up to me, side by side. After rubbing his butt against my dick until I was very hard again, he handed me a tube from under his pillow. I couldn’t believe it. Bruce was offering me his hole. He waited as I loosened him up, then gasped a little as my greasy shaft gently entered him. We were laying side by side as I entered him, then slowly began humping him. Bruce had someone who had not only taught him to play, but who was still making visits. He was very good at this. When I was not slowly humping and working over his butt, he was doing the work. We must have been at it for a long time before I just couldn’t hold off any longer. I rolled on top of Bruce and plowed him good. Both of us came. Bruce shot off in the bed. I shot off in Bruce.

We were exhausted. Bruce and I must have both dozed off. The two of us drifted off into sex heaven. We were found under a sheet early the next morning, still very much nude, still snuggled together. It was Ronnie that stood over us when we woke up. He was all smiles. He was also giving us the silent sign. He whispered that Russ and Eric were still asleep. The sun was coming in through the window. Ronnie was still in nothing but his white undies and his smaller hard on was easily seen through the cotton. He let us know it was late for his dad. Mom and dad were awake downstairs, and would be fixing breakfast. Bruce and I quickly got in some clothes while Ronnie took one last look at us nude. Then he was off into his room to wake up Russ and Eric. I am sure those three did some exploring of their own that night. Bruce and I did not say a word about what had happened. But I knew it would come up later. Even the next morning, it still seemed like a dream. Bruce knew better. He striped the sheets off the bed to be washed, but I’m sure Ronnie had already seen the cum stains. He just knew better than to say anything to Bruce.

Bruce was not only ripped physically, but pretty serious minded.

The next time I heard from Bruce was a couple days later. He called early to ask if he could stop by at noon. I had been so surprised by him coming on so strong that I wanted very much to spend a lot of time with him, but I still had strong feelings for Russ and didn’t want to lose him. I needed to tell Bruce he was right about me being gay, but I liked Russ. I hadn’t heard from Russ since the night Bruce and I had slept together, and I was afraid the damage had already been done.

Bruce arrived right on time. He was bright and cheerful when I handed him a soda and invited him to chat. He had loved what we had done, and was willing to do it again, but it had to remain between us. His dad would break every bone in his body if he knew we were doing gay sex. He was surprised that I knew I was not his first, but reluctantly admitted he had been having sex with his older brother and had been in a threesome with a woman. He had also had sex with a coach at his school. Once again, I was amazed that Bruce was willing to admit all this to me, but he knew he could talk to me.

A short time later, Bruce went to the bathroom. He came out nude, carrying his clothes to my bedroom, where he laid them aside. I was even more impressed with his all American body in the daylight, but he wanted more than admiration. He grinned and reminded me that he was ready. I still had my clothes on. I quickly evened things up. Throwing clothes aside, I pulled him down on my bed to continue our discussion later.

Bruce quickly got into a sixty nine position which he had done before with his brother. They had fooled around at home until big brother got married. They still did it, but not as frequently. Big brother had a baby now, and was playing daddy. Bruce wasn’t angry with him. He expected the time would come when he would be a daddy. We spent the afternoon playing games. I didn’t mention Russ, but didn’t think I needed to. Bruce knew there were others. He was not worried about it. We would meet here at my home secretly when we could. He didn’t think it was really gay to have an older guy who liked to blow you, but daddy was to never know.

 I was willing to leave it at that as long as he rolled over for me once in a while. So he did. This time, I showed him how to do it face to face. He didn’t want to kiss, but eventually gave in to it, and discovered he really liked being made love to while he was being made love to. That afternoon, Bruce had more fun having sex than ever. He still denied he was having gay sex. That would be wrong. But playing sex games was just a way to learn how to make love. Made sense to him, and meant he wanted to keep seeing me. I should object?

We did stop making love at his home for whatever the reason (getting caught maybe?). The next time I spent overnight at his home, Bruce stayed at his big brothers. That presented some new opportunities for me. Not necessarily good ones, but new ones. I had Bruce’s bed - and access to the other boys bedroom. We went through the same shower routine as before, leaving me just as horny, but without Bruce. It was going to be a long night. Or maybe not.

When I got upstairs to drop the towel and dry off nude, I noticed that the door to other room was not closed. And several boys were sneaking a peek as I prepared for bed. All three of them were out of bed and hiding in a place where they could get at least a peek at me. When I turned off the light and slid into bed nude, I could hear them retreat to their own beds. I wondered how much Russ had told them. Then there was Ronnie, who had probably already got a good look at me the last time I slept there.

The other bedroom had a side window which not only provided them with a little light from outside, but gave me enough light to see the beds in their room. Each boy had his own bunk bed. Each seemed to have gone to sleep shortly after having gone to bed. I waited for about half an hour till I could hear them breathing deeply before making a move.

Then I slipped inside their room to check it out. It was pretty risky, but I was banking on their curiosity and friendship to help out if I got caught in their room. I could not see well enough to tell who was in which bed, so I would have to depend on age and luck to tell who I was playing with. There was enough light that I would know who’s bed I was in.

The first bed I came to, I knelt beside the bed. Up close, I could see that this was Ronnie. He was a year younger than Russ - about thirteen at the time. He was wearing only a pair of white cotton briefs, and laying on his back. His dick was semi-soft and his undies were down around his thighs just below his balls, which were about the size of small pecans. His dick was growing, and about three inches long. He was cut. I figured he had been playing with it when I came in the room, and had frozen to keep from getting caught beating off.

His breathing was deep as if sound asleep. He didn’t move when I looked him over while my eyes adjusted to the light in the room. He remained still and his breathing didn’t change when I reached very gently to touch and feel his prize. It sprang to life almost instantly leading me to believe he was still awake. He probably grew to about four inches. His pubic area was still bare. He let out a quiet moan as I wrapped a hand around his shaft and held it. Using the other hand, I also felt his balls and squeezed them lightly.

Satisfied that Ronnie was relaxed and all right with me, I stroked him slowly. I was pretty sure he was awake and no way was he going to interfere with my game. He already knew about erections and beating off. Getting beat off by someone he liked was naughty, but fun. I knew he was going to love being played with. I stroked him gently, increasing my speed a little get him stimulated. Then I took the next step. If he loved getting jerked off, he would love getting a mouth lowered onto his toy. I took the time to taste him and lick and suck his dick head. He couldn’t help but raise his hips trying to get more of his dick into the warm sucking mouth that felt great. That was fine with me. I was soon licking and sucking his dick easily taking time to convince him he was about to get his best blow job ever.

Ronnie kept his eyes closed and continued to pretend to be sound asleep. Yet he humped his hips up and pushed his dick in as far as he could. He took over the rhythm and soon held his hips raised as his dick jumped and thumped trying it’s best to pump a load into my mouth, but unable to do so. Breathing heavy and erratically, he finally sank back onto the mattress, and was soon dreaming of sex.

I found Russ’s bunk next. He was either asleep, or maybe expecting me. He probably heard Ronnie’s breathing and moans. At any rate, he did as Ronnie did. He allowed me to have my fun, but shot off when he exploded. I enjoyed tasting him, then gave him a deep kiss to thank him. He then turned over and dozed off. He had enjoyed the attention, but I was sure he was peeved with me for sleeping with Bruce (and maybe Ronnie). I felt guilty about that, but didn’t feel I had much choice in the matter. Well, O K, maybe I did. If you’ve ever cheated on a lover, you know what I mean. Some habits are hard to change.

The third bunk was Eric, an eleven year old. As I knelt next to him, I knew he only had a small thin two inch shaft that wasn’t going to produce much, but might be getting it’s first blow job. I think he really was asleep when I started, but awoke when I caused him to have a dry cum. He pulled his Superman undies back up letting me know he was awake, but probably wanted to protect Ronnie and Russ from getting caught. He had also liked being sucked on. He gave me a quick hug as I finished him off. Not exactly the way to let me know he was asleep, but then Eric wasn’t aware of the “pretend to be asleep rules” one was supposed to follow when being sucked off by a gay guy. All he knew was that he was going to find out more about this new fun game. Eric was so lovable and cute I knew he was going to need me to teach him lots more before he grew up, but I knew I had to handle him right, or else face his older three big brothers who would teach me a lot about big brother revenge.

I tiptoed back to bed not believing how much fun it had been making sex games with three boys in one night.

I once again woke up the next morning in Bruce’s bed with Ronnie standing beside my bed. Once again, he was wearing only a pair of tighty whities, but this time he had a naughty grin on his face and a tent in the front of the undies - probably a morning woody. He showed no shyness about it. He did say he always looks like that until he has his morning pee. I didn’t get up. I just propped my head up on an elbow looking at his cute little tent hoping he was going to offer it to me to start the day. Ronnie was brave enough I think he would have. Maybe he was afraid he would pee. I would have let him.

When I kept looking at it, he pushed the front of his undies down far enough to let it pop out for me to see, then announced it was growing. The long slender little shaft was pointed almost straight up showing his small ball sac underneath. Ron was letting me see what I had played with last night, and I think he knew it. He stood far enough away that I couldn’t reach out and get it, but made sure I got a good look before putting it away. There were two more boys still in bed in his room. Maybe he didn’t want to get caught showing off. He had put it away just in time. Russ and Eric were soon by his side in their undies ready to head down stairs for a leak. Both boys were wearing smiles. Had Ron not been standing there, I’m sure I would have gotten two more stories about strange things happening during the night. Somehow, I don’t think there would have been any complaints though.

Well, Russ might have punched me a couple of times for sleeping with Bruce without his consent. He would have done much more if he knew I had secretly met with Bruce several times since that night.

Russ would get his revenge a short time later. He and Ron had been practicing a dance routine for the band. It was a secret because Ron’s family’s church did not allow dancing. They also would not allow musical instruments in the church which caused me to not accept their religion. Russ had been successful in getting Ron’s parents to let him go with the band for a gig in a near-by city. It was to be a week-end show at a festival. I was asked if I knew Russ wanted Ron to go along. They didn’t mind providing Ron didn’t expect to become part of a rock and roll band. Ron’s dad explained he was not all that opposed to dancing and music. He liked the church, but was not convinced that music was a sin. He allowed the kids to attend concerts and teen dances. And he had seen Russ and Ron do the Teaberry Shuffle. Not a problem. He thought it was cute.

When the band arrived at the festival, we checked into a hotel. Russ and Ron had already agreed they wanted to room with me. That surprised me. Russ was still a little cool with me, but Ron and I were close friends. Since our show didn’t start until the next day, we decided to eat out, then just cool it and maybe turn in early. After dinner, we also decided to shower first, then watch TV before turning in. The hotel shower was small. I volunteered to go first. I returned wearing only my undies as we had done at Ron’s home. The boys looked, but paid me no real interest. Russ was the second to shower, and left us still clothed, leading me to believe he was still not cool with me. That made me a little nervous about being alone with the two of them. I definitely wanted to go after Ron, but Ron was Russ’s best friend. The band had called them the Bobbsy twins they were so much alike.

My fears got even more complicated when Ron undressed to his undies, showing a semi and watching TV while casually fondling his dick. All I dared do was watch from a distance knowing Russ was in the next room and was not aware I had already sucked on Ron’s dick.

The fears turned to tears of laughter when Russ walked boldly into the room from the shower wearing nothing but a pink laced pair of panties. Not only were they sexy, but very tight. They showed every vein in his shaft even though it was covered. Ignoring my laughter, Russ paraded around the room smiling at Ronnie. Ronnie was also in stitches just watching me. He removed his briefs and pulled another pair from his pack. Ron changed into a pair of bright red silk lace panties. The boys had purchased them before the trip. Once in their panties, the boys did their Teaberry shuffle for me. Russ admitted this trip was a trap. He and Ronnie had planned it to let me know they had been playing, and had decided to include me. Neither could see me fooling around with just one of them.

Man, were they sexy. Both admitted they had been fooling around with each other. Neither was shy about their sex games. Both grabbed and teased each other while dancing. Neither pulled their panties down. They weren’t trying to do each other. They were doing a terrific job of teasing me. I’m watching the two most gorgeous boys I know put on a private show just for me. The front of my briefs are bulging. I can’t wait to find out what they have planned, but I know it will include me. I’m pretty sure Ronnie planned this. Russ would not go for the panties, but Ronnie was willing to try anything once. And Ronnie had more of a girly figure than Russ, but both looked delicious to me.

The room had come with a double bed and a single bed. Once the dancing had wore them out, we had wound up nude side by side on the double bed. I had a dick in either hand, and took turns sucking boys. This time, I wasn’t going to be sneaking a blow job from two boys who were more than anxious to share me. We were very happy to be openly loving what we were doing. The boys were now alone with me. They could get on with playing boy games without rules and parents judging them. For more than an hour, we were loving sharing one bed while the three of us had naked fun with each other.

Once we had had enough, we decided to finish the showers and get some sleep. Ronnie crawled in bed with me. Russ decided to take the single bed. We decided to sleep nude. After blowing Ronnie, I must have dozed off. I woke up during the night and crawled in bed with Russ. He woke when I rubbed a greased dick up and down his crack. He rolled over on his back. I smiled and slid gently up his butt. Russ was happy that we had included Ronnie, but pleased we were still loving as before. He pushed down on the seven inch intruder and made love to it. There was no chatter. No need. We knew this was a time for loving. We both wanted this. Russ moaned in pleasure as I emptied my load deep inside him. I pulled out as my shaft went soft, then slipped back into bed with Ronnie.

The next time I woke, it was early in the morning. I was cuddled up behind Ronnie. I reached around his waist and played with his thin four inch dick enjoying our closeness. My dick was still slick and I slid it back and forth in his crack. We were side by side. Ronnie woke up. Being open and spontaneous, he spoke up loudly telling me I was playing with his dick. He wanted Russ to know he had caught me coming on to him. Russ woke and sat up in his bed to watch. He knew what was coming. He wanted to see this.

I reached both arms around Ronnie wrapping one hand around his dick. His crack was now well lubed with vaseline. I lined up the shaft with Ronnie’s hole and pressed hard trying to get in. At first, he froze, not wanting to give in. He didn’t say anything. He looked up at me, then at Russ. Russ was watching. He wasn’t upset, but the decision to do this was Ronnie’s. Ronnie looked at me confused. He wasn’t sure he should let Russ’s lover have his way, but Russ was aware that I wanted this. Ronnie was afraid it would hurt, but he wanted this. He had never done anything like this with anyone but Russ. He knew it would hurt, but would get better. Giving in to his curiosity and need to please, he slowly relaxed and pushed back against the persistent rod waiting for his response. My shaft opened him up. It popped through the ring and into his inner sanctum. Ronnie let out a grunt and held tightly to his pillow. Russ sat up and smiled as his friend Ronnie made a face at him. I looked to watch both of them. As I did, I slid slowly inside Ronnie. It was hurting him less now, and he was starting to relax as he took me in. I rolled him over on his tummy and sank all the way in. Ronnie opened his legs to relax and feel me inside him. He felt my pubic hair rubbing against his buns. I was in. He had given in to me. His butt was now mine. And Russ knew. They had both shared my dick willingly. Both looked at each other as I moved around inside Ronnie letting him feel what it was like to have me claim his back side. It wasn’t just Russ’s secret anymore. It was their secret. The sex game Russ had discovered, they both had shared with another friend - a man. Ronnie moaned in pleasure as I showed him how much fun it was to get cornholed. We both knew the three of us would share the fun again. He rolled back and forth on the bed as I pounded his butt until I shot my load and kissed my new lover to thank him for his response. Ronnie had been terrific.

The next day we celebrated a fantastic music festival. Russ and Ronnie were a big hit with their dance jig. The crowd loved the music. The band showed me they knew I had a thing for Russ and Ronnie. In the middle of the evening show, they stopped the show to introduce their manager by motioning me to come out on stage to take a bow. As I did so, the band played and sang a popular song: Nowhere Man. The words to that Beatles song are about a man who knows not where he’s from or where he’s going to, but takes life one day at a time. Their way of telling me they accepted me and they wished me well?

What they and the crowd didn’t know was that Ronnie and Russ were wearing their silk panties all night during the show. They would remove them to celebrate with me after the show. This time all three of us would party all night long before returning home.

A short time later Russ would move to another city with his mom. Heart broken, Ronnie and I continued making love for another year. In high school, he would move in with another lover. Our friendship turned into just friends. His family blamed me for turning their son against them. They turned back to the church to pray for their wayward son. Although Ronnie and I remained friends, he eventually asked forgiveness from his family and church. Our romance was over.

Oddly enough, a boy named Dee would show up at my home one night with his new love. Dee and I had been seeing each other. That’s a whole different story though. Dee’s new lover looked stunned when he saw me. Little Eric ran into my arms while Dee stood stunned that we knew each other. Eric came back later to spend the night. He and Dee soon broke up. Eric and Ronnie had talked about me. Ronnie had told Eric he was never so happy as when it was Russ, Ronnie, and me. He loved doing the Irish jig for the public and he never regretted a minute he spent with us, but after Russ left, it was never the same. Eric and I saw each other only a short time before he started dating. He stayed with the family and chose to accept their teachings, but maybe not their morals.

In the end, I was the one left alone. The band folded when several members left to join other bands. The band had changed. The music changed. And I’m sure I seemed a lot sadder with my lovers gone. The Nowhere Man had gone the way of the lost lover. My name changed as did my song: “Blue On Blue - Heartache On Heartache now that we are through”. That’s my story. And the story of my life. So much for happy endings!

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