Trey, Uncle Bill, and Me

by craigpnifty@protonmail.com

Author’s notes:

Most of my stories on nifty are fictional.  This one is not.   This is a true story of something that happened during the summer that I was nearing my 13^th birthday.  It was the summer of my first crush and also the summer that my carnal knowledge grew ten-fold.

I’ve tried to remember the details the best I could, but obviously some of the dialogue is re-imagined for the sake of decent story-telling.  The activities and emotions expressed are absolutely real.  This story has 7 chapters, all included below.  No commitment needed on your part.

This account includes sex between two boys and two boys and a man.  If that bothers you or it’s illegal for you to read this, move along.

I have a few other stories on Nifty, there are links at the end of this story.

I appreciate and respond to most feedback.  Thanks to all who take the time to write to authors that they enjoy.  

(This story was originally posted in October 2018.  Resubmitted August 2019 to fix some typos add a few minor changes)

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Chapter 1

It was the summer before my 8^th grade year and I was a scrawny, nerdy 12 year old kid.   A few weeks into the school year I would be turning 13, but if you saw me naked, you would have never guessed that I was only a year away from starting high school.   It was a great source of embarrassment to me that I still showed zero signs of starting puberty.   This was back in the late 1970s, when jock straps and sometimes showers were mandatory in junior high, so it was easy to compare with your classmates.  Being one of the few kids without pubes left in gym class was horrible!

I’ll never forget the shock that I had the first day that we had to dress out for 7^th grade gym class.   It never dawned on me that other boys might already have pubes or dicks that looked more like a grown-up cock than a toddler wee-wee.   I know you’re not supposed to gaze in the locker room, but I couldn’t get over the fact that so many of these other kids already had hair and I had zilch.   I was one of those nerdy smart kids who often got teased as it was, so although nobody ever said a thing about my hairless dick, I was SURE they were snickering behind my back or would start taunting me at any moment.   I spent the entire 7^th grade trying to hide my tiny hairless boy dick and getting dressed as fast as I could in the locker room.

The following summer (after 7^th grade and before 8^th), just like the two or three summers prior, I was spending three or four weeks with Ben and Lucy.   Ben and Lucy were a retired couple who had been friends of our family for a long time.  They used to live near us and their son and my sister were high school sweethearts.    They had retired and moved several years before to a nearby lake area which was a popular retirement spot for blue collar folks in our city.   My mom had shipped me down there to stay with them several years before and I enjoyed it so much I kept going back.

Ben didn’t ever do much with me.  He was an old codger with a drinking problem and kept to himself mostly.  But he did take us fishing some and we ran trot lines twice a day.   Lucy on the other hand was a kid’s best friend!   She loved to go fishing, shoot bb guns, swim in the watering holes, etc.   All the things a young boy would like.  She was 65 or more but acted more like she was 30!  But most of all, the thing about her that I appreciated the most was that she talked to you AND she listened.  Honestly, she was probably a better listener than anyone else in my life growing up.   We would eat out at a nearby marina almost every night (which was great – they had pinball machines!).   Then we would spend every night sitting on their front patio – drinking and talking (beer for her, Pepsi for me).   I heard story after story about my older siblings and the old neighborhood.   The same stories got told every year (sometimes more than once), but I never tired of them.

Each year I was supposed to be going for two weeks, but invariably would end up staying three or sometimes four.   There was nothing happening at home anyway.   A few summers into my annual visits, Ben and Lucy started running a small general store / gas station.   I loved spending days running the cash register and helping out in the store. (I told you I was a nerd.) Then we would do fun things in the evenings.

Bill was a frequent customer of the store.   He was another retiree that lived alone in the area.   He stopped in every other day for a few items, usually cigarettes, often beer or every once in a while a small bottle of Jim Beam.   He was always fairly well dressed – with nice “old man” shorts and a golf shirt.  He had black horn-rimmed glasses.   To the best of my recollection, he looked kind of like Bill Cullen the game show host.  He always joked around with me and was kind.  For an old guy, he always seemed pretty cool.

This particular summer, he came into the store one day with a blond haired boy a few inches taller than me.   While Bill gathered up a few groceries, the boy sat down in chair near me where I was watching TV.   Lucy came out of the backroom when she heard the ding of the bell attached to the door and clearly knew the boy.  “Trey!  How are ya you little shit?  I wondered if you’d be getting here this summer,” she asked.  (Lucy used colorful language - another reason I adored her.)

“I’m good Lucy,” he answered, smiling at her.

Lucy quickly introduced me.   “Craig, this is Trey.   He’s Bill’s grandson, or is it nephew, I forget.”

Trey gave me a half-hearted hello wave.  Neither of us apparently had been taught how to introduce ourselves properly because neither of us stood up or offered our hand.

Bill came to the counter with a few canned goods and a twelve pack of beer.    “He’s not really either one Lucy, remember?   He might call me Uncle Bill but he’s more like a family friend.   This little smartass isn’t your grandson either, right?”

Bill knew me from the prior couple of summers, but apparently he didn’t remember the exact connection between Ben, Lucy and I.    I did have to grin at his smartass comment though, because I truly was one, at least with adults.    “No, no relation, but I’ve known him since he was this tall,” Lucy answered holding her hand about two feet high.   “He used to come swaddling down to my house in his diaper when he was two years old.  Then his mom would call up asking Lucy is Craig down there?”    It was Lucy’s favorite story to tell about me and always embarrassed me a little when she told it to one of her adult friends, but in front of another boy, I was completely mortified!  It was even worse when Trey covered his mouth and snickered.    (Of course, I wasn’t sure if he was laughing at the story or laughing at me, but given my fragile self-esteem… I assumed he was laughing AT ME).  I started turning red and excused myself, pretending to need to go to the bathroom.

When I returned, it was clear that Bill, Lucy and Trey had just finished making plans of some sort.   “That sounds good Bill.  Just drop him back off about 4.   We will head over to the watering hole and then we can meet you around 7 for dinner at the marina.”

“No!!!!!!!,” I screamed silently to myself.  I loved going to the watering hole with Lucy but I didn’t want this kid tagging along.   I didn’t know him and I didn’t think I liked him, and I was pretty sure he thought I was a dork, just like most of the kids back in my school.   As they left Lucy explained that Trey was coming with us.   I tried not to act annoyed but Lucy was pretty good at reading me.  “He’s a good kid Craig, you’ll have fun with him at the watering hole,” she said, trying to reassure me.

“Ok, sure,” I answered.  But I was already thinking of all the ways he would probably show me up or tease me.  I was still too chicken to go off the rope swing and I just knew he would make fun of me if I didn’t.   I sulked around the store until it was almost 4:00 when Lucy told me to pack some food and drinks in a cooler for all of us.

Bill dropped Trey off right on time and we left the store under Ben’s watch and headed for the car.   Trey took shotgun without even asking, which didn’t do much to assuage my fears that he was probably going to be a real dick to me.  He didn’t say much.  Lucy did most of the talking on the short drive, pointing out various birds and a small herd of deer.  (She was a nature nut.)

When we got to the watering hole, which was essentially a widened out deep spot in a large spring-fed creek, we both peeled off our shirts and jumped into the cool water and swam around.  I noticed immediately how built Troy’s chest was.   He had clearly defined pecs and larger nipples.  He had all the attributes of the ‘cool jock boys’ back in junior high who teased me regularly.   Needless to say, I was immediately intimidated by him.

 But, Trey finally talked to me.  “So like do you come down here a lot? To the lake I mean.”

“Every summer for like the past four I think,” I answered.   “You?”

“Just my second time.   Last year was my first.  My mom likes getting rid of me for a couple weeks.   It’s ok,” he answered picking up a rock and flinging it across the water.

“Yeah, I kind of like helping at the store and stuff.   It’s boring sometimes but I’m bored at home too.”  Trey kept picking up rocks and heaving them.   As he raised his arms I noticed he already had a smattering of pit hair.   “Um, so what grade you going into anyway,” I asked.

“8^th.   You?”

“Same.”

“Really,” he said chuckling.  “I was gonna guess more like 6^th.  You’re a shrimp!”  He didn’t say it in a mean way, but naturally, I assumed he was picking on me.

“Yeah well I’m like the youngest kid in my class,” I tried to explain.

“Oh.  Are you even 13 yet?”

“Not until September.”

“I just turned 13 in May.  So I’m older, but only by like 4 months or something.” 

Oh great!   Just rub it in.   Four months difference and you got hairy pits and are built like a weightlifter.  (If you are wanting a more accurate description of Trey, picture River Phoenix in Stand By Me with slightly longer hair).  I was desperate to change the topic.  “So you want to build a dam in the creek?” I asked.

He shrugged his shoulders.  “Ok, sure.”

We spent the next thirty minutes building a massive dam across the creek, leaving a small spillway in the middle.   We didn’t talk much except about where to place rocks in the dam.   Trey was great help, hauling larger rocks that I could never carry.  Surprisingly, I forgot about being intimidated by Trey for a while and it turned out to be fun.  The dam we built was better than any I’d created before and when we were done we took turns floating through the spillway where the water sped through.   We were both laughing.  I also couldn’t help but to notice his massive (compared to mine anyway) bulge in his swim trunks when they got wet in just the right way.

Trey hadn’t exactly been super cool to me, but I soon realized he wasn’t being a real dick either.  He was mostly just a little on the quiet side.  But my low self-esteem caused me to interpret his quietness as if he were someone who was just putting up with me while he had to and probably couldn’t wait to be rid of me.

We dried off a bit before piling back into Lucy’s old Ford LTD and headed back to the store to pick up Ben.  The store closed at 6, so we timed it perfectly and were at the marina by 6:30.   Lucy gave Trey and I a bunch of quarters and we played pool and shuffleboard while we waited for Bill to arrive.   I may have been a nerd, but I actually had a pretty good pool shot and spent enough time goofing around on the shuffleboard table that I was actually pretty good.   I beat him the first game of pool and two games of shuffleboard.   “Damn you little fucker,” he said after losing the last one, which caused me to laugh.   Which caused him to slug me in the arm.

I tried to be cool and brush it off, but in my head I was thinking that I was right, Trey was just another jerk-off bully.   It was about that time that Bill rolled in and we sat down and ordered our food.   Trey got pizza (which at the marina restaurant was a frozen red baron pizza) and I ordered my usual pork tenderloin.   While the food cooked, Trey and I went back to the pool table to burn off the rest of the quarters that Lucy had given us.   Trey racked the balls and then walked around to the other end of the table.  He leaned over to me.  “I bet I win this time.   If I beat you, you have to suck my dick, OK?”

What he said rattled me.   I couldn’t tell if he was joking around, bullying me, wanting to make a bet, or perhaps coming onto me.  So I just tried to dismiss him by saying “Oh yeah, right.”  But when I went to break, I completely mishit the ball cue ball and it sputtered softly off the side bumper without hitting a thing.

“That’s a scratch!” Trey exclaimed, laughing.   He repositioned the cue ball and sent it smashing hard into the rack, with two solids finding their way into pockets.  “Now THAT’S how you break Craig.”

He sank two more solids before it was even my turn.  At that point I was a bit flustered.  Being anxious and nervous, I felt my body heating up and I was sweating.  My first shot missed.  The cue was sticking in my clammy hands. Trey grinned.  I could tell he was enjoying this.  He knew he had rattled me and I was suddenly not feeling very comfortable around him.   I kept looking towards the kitchen, hoping our food would hurry up and arrive so we could eat and finally go home. 

Trey finished off the game, sinking the eight ball when I still had 4 stripes left the table just asn the food came out.    “Good game homo,” he said, slapping me on the back as we went back to our booth.  

I didn’t say much as I wolfed down my sandwich and fries.   The adults were talking about some boat that had caught fire across the lake and Trey and I just listened and ate.   I had started to tune them out, when I heard the most awful thing come out of Bill’s mouth.   “Trey, you should see if Craig wants to come spend the night at our place tonight.”

“What a great idea,” Lucy chimed in.  I looked up and saw a look of dread in Trey’s face.

“Um, don’t you need help in the store in the morning?” I asked.

“Nonsense.   We get by without you the other 11 months of the year you know.  We’ll be just fine.  You go ahead and have fun.”

“But I don’t have any clothes or nothing,” I started to protest.

Lucy gave me a frown.  “You just put on clean clothes when we got back from swimming and I know you don’t change your clothes that often.  I do your laundry remember?  Go have fun now.”

“Alright…I guess,” I answered.  I looked across and could see Trey was pissed.

Chapter 2

I walked to Bill’s car, moping a few feet behind Bill and Trey, full of dread.   I was sure this night was going to be horrible!  I was sure that Trey a) absolutely loathed me b) would ignore me and c) maybe even try to beat the shit out of me.   As it turned out, I couldn’t have been more wrong!

As we drove up the hill from the Marina, Trey turned around to me (he was in the front of course and I was alone in the back seat).   “Craig, so are you cool or what?”

Cool? What? What did he mean by that?  “Yeah I guess so.  Why?”

“Because I don’t want you ruining everything.   You’re like not a rat are you?”

“No. No way,” I mumbled, looking down at my lap.   I wasn’t even sure what he was getting at, but I was trying my best to be agreeable.

“Good!” Trey answered.  “God I want a cigarette.”   I was shocked when he pulled Bill’s Pall Malls from the console and pulled out a cigarette and lit it, sucking it in deep.   “Oh yeah, that’s perfect,” Trey said after he blew the smoke out the window.  “You want one,” he asked holding the pack back towards me.

Now I had tried smoking a couple times before, but both times I hated it.  “Nah, it’s cool, I don’t really like it so much.”   Then after a pause I added, “but it’s ok if you do it.”

Bill chimed in about then.  “Craig, I don’t have a lot of rules at my place as you can kind of see.  So you guys can do whatever you want, just don’t go ratting me out to Lucy.  She’d skin me alive.  That woman adores you.”

“So you’ve tried smoking before,” Trey asked.  It was clear to me that he was now trying to size up my exact level of ‘coolness’.

“Yeah, sure.  Just didn’t like it at all,” I answered, trying to appear confident, and not like a total nerd.

“Ok, well how about beer then?”

“I like beer!” I answered excitedly, leaning forward.  I wasn’t lying.  It was true.  I had older brothers who were having beer parties when they were 15 and 16.   I used to sneak downstairs and sneak drinks from their open bottles.    I had learned to like the taste at a young age – like 8.   Their beer of choice was Miller High Life and I still to this day cannot drink it without the flavor taking me back to the basement of our first house, sneaking drinks from their pony bottles.

“Cool,” answered Trey, “me too.”

“Just not too many boys,” Bill said from the driver seat.  “I don’t need you guys getting sick on me.  And just beer.  Stay the hell out of my whiskey.”   I wasn’t sure what was so funny, but what Bill said sent Trey into a fit of laughter.   I was really going to drink beer?  This night was starting to improve.

We rode the rest of the way to Bill’s in silence.    It was only about 15 minutes but it gave my mind time to wander.    It wandered back to Trey’s comment about blowing him if he beat me in pool.   I started to think about what his dick might look like and how hairy it would be.   Would it be big? Would it be curved like my friend Kerry’s?  Would he have sperm?

I guess I need to explain something.  At 12 I was rather experienced in the realm of boy-boy sexual play.   I’d been fooling around with a neighbor, a cousin and various friends since I was 8.  An older boy (6^th grader) took me into our attic when I was in 3^rd grade and showed me how to jack off.   We did it a few more times together, though we never touched each other.  But from then I played with about everyone I had a chance with, at least a little bit.   My most frequent partner though was my neighbor Kerry, during one month period of the prior school year.   Once he discovered I liked to play around, he came over almost every day after school to my empty house and begged me to suck his curved, hairy dick.  That is until he abruptly had to move away.  

I didn’t think for a minute that Trey was serious about me blowing him, but the fact was, I would probably do it if he asked.  And I would probably enjoy it, as long as he wasn’t a jerk about it.  But I was still pretty sure that he was just picking on me.   I definitely saw him as one of those boys that always had the big-titted girls hanging off of him.   I doubt he needed scrawny me to get him off.

***

We pulled up to Bill’s cabin.   It was smaller than I expected – just a square yellow building with a carport on the side, a patio out front, and a deck in the back.    I guess an old man living alone doesn’t really need much.

Trey led us inside and turned on the lights.   A small eat-in kitchen and dining room took up one corner, adjacent to a living room.   What I assumed to be a bedroom was in one corner next to a small bathroom.   I followed Trey as he went towards the living room area.   There was a couch and a chair and on the floor in front of the TV was a mattress.  Some clothes were scattered around, along with a few beer cans.  “This is kinda my room,” Trey explained.   “Bill has the real bedroom of course.   But I can share with you or you can sleep on the couch, but it’s kind of bumpy.”

“Sure, whatever,” I answered.  

“You guys ready for that beer now?” Bill said interrupting us.  I looked over the couch to see Bill holding out two cans of Budweiser.   Wow!  They were really serious about the beer!

Trey grabbed them from him and handed me one.  I popped the top and took a huge swig.   It was cold and delicious.   I realized when I tilted the can back down that Trey had been watching me as I drank.    He smiled at me.  “Nice.  I thought maybe you were just pretending to like beer to be cool.”  He popped his open and took a swig.   “Oh man that tastes great.”  He walked over and turned on the TV.  A rerun of Charlie’s Angel’s came on.   “Fuck yeah Farrah has great tits.”

“Um… yeah…she’s pretty hot,” I answered. The truth was I never cared one bit about Farrah’s tits.   But I had to keep the image of coolness up.  

Trey sat his can of beer down on top of the TV and began untying the strings of his swim suit.   “God, I can’t wait to get these damn things off. That fucking netting is ripping into my legs,” he said as he pushed them down his legs and onto the floor.   I couldn’t help but to ogle at his naked butt hanging out below his t-shirt.   It was pasty white in stark contrast to his tanned legs.   He turned and walked across the front of the TV to a suitcase on the floor.   I got a nice glimpse of his dick poking out in front, but I tried to look away lest he catch me gazing.  It was obviously much bigger than mine.  I started to wonder.  Was he showing off on purpose or just not shy?   He pulled out a pair of underwear from his suitcase – white briefs (this was the late 70s when that’s pretty much all any boy wore) and slipped them on.   He grabbed his beer and sat down on the other end of the couch.

The show was just getting back from commercial when Bill leaned over the couch.   “I’m going to take a bath now.  You can have another beer if you want, but that’s it for tonight.”

I turned to tell him thanks and was somewhat shocked to see Bill standing in just a pair of striped boxer shorts.   He was holding a thick book in his hands.  He looked down and smiled at me before turning and heading into the bathroom and pushing the door shut.  

“Don’t mind him Craig, he always walks around half naked.  It’s no big deal.”

“He wears boxers just like my step-dad,” I said, not sure why I felt like sharing that.  “I don’t know how old men stand those things.”

“Right.   Me neither.  Soooooo… you wanna look at some dirty magazines?” Trey asked coyly.

“Hell yes!” I answered.  I’d snuck a few glances at Kerry’s dad’s Playboy collection but that was always very brief, for we were always in fear of being caught.  (Kerry’s dad was probably the strictest prick I’ve ever met.)   Trey opened the bottom cabinet of a nearby bookcase and pulled out a huge stack of magazines.   There had to be at least a dozen!   He plopped the stack down at one end of the mattress.   “Here come down here we can look at them together.”

We were soon lying side by side on his bed.   The bed smelled of smoke, beer, sweat and …. Trey.    He pushed a couple magazines off the top and then pulled out a specific copy of Oui magazine.  “This is one of my favorites.   Look at this chick finger her pussy,” he said, flipping about 15 pages in and showing it to me.   “God can’t you just imagine sliding your dick into her?” he asked.

“Jesus!” I exclaimed.   I’d never seen anything this graphic and it was eye opening.   This was certainly NOT your regular tasteful Playboy photo shoot.

“Look here,” he said flipping the page to the next set of photos where the busty blond had two fingers knuckle deep into her twat in the first photo and then was licking her moist fingers in the other.   Now even though I was more interested in boys than girls, at 12 any kind of erotica will cause a boy to pop a boner, and I was immediately rock hard.  I had to raise my hips and adjust myself.

“Got a boner huh?” Trey asked.

“No!  Not really,” I tried to lie, trying to remain cool.

“Liar,” Trey yelled and jumped onto me.   He started wrestling with me until he quickly flipped me over onto my back and grabbed my crotch.   “See, I knew you were hard.”

“Yeah ok, busted.  Pretty sure I felt something in my back when you jumped on me too,” I shot back.  I surprised myself with actually firing a comeback.  I wasn’t sure how he would take it.

But Trey just shrugged and went back to the magazines.  “This one was a bunch of good stories in it,” he said, handing me a Penthouse.   I began to thumb through it as he opened up a different Penthouse issue.   I looked at a couple of the pictorials before finding my way to one of the story pages with a folded corner.  One of the stories “Summer Camp Counselors” had a star by it.  I started reading it.   I was a hot story about two camp counselors getting it on atop a picnic table between their two cabins while their young charges slept.   It was really erotic and I found myself grinding my cock into the soft mattress.

“You read that story about the camp counselors?” Trey asked.  “I love that one.  God, If I were at that summer camp I’d come catch them and really show her what a real fucking feels like.”

I couldn’t help but to laugh at his bravado.  “Sure you would.  You’ve probably fucked about as many girls as I have,” I responded. 

“You’re a virgin, right,” he probed.  

I got anxious and started blushing.   “Yeah, well so are you!  Probably,” I retorted.  Truth was I wouldn’t be surprised if he had already scored a girl.

“Ok, well I am, but I did feel a girl’s tit right before school was out.   And I bet I’d fuck good anyway,” he admitted.  He pulled a magazine off the bottom of the stack.  “Check out this magazine.  It’s really hardcore.   They actually do it in this one.”

He opened to the first pages.  This magazine was all photos.   The first couple pages depicted a macho looking guy ripping the clothes off a well built brunette.  Once she was naked, the next few photos showed her going to her knees and unzipping the guy’s jeans and pulling his dick out his fly and holding it just in front of her moist ruby red lips.  The guy’s cock looked enormous to me.  “Holy fuck, that dudes dick is huge!” I exclaimed upon seeing it.

“I know.  I hope mine gets that big.”  I knew there was no way in hell mine would possibly near those dimensions.

“Yeah,” I mumbled in agreement.

“So do you jack off?” Trey asked as he flipped the page. 

Now normally, at school, you would Deny! Deny! Deny! any suggestion that you masturbate -  especially when you’re a nerd like me who would get teased if you were ever to admit to such a thing. This situation felt different so I took a chance.   “Well, duh.   I’ve been jacking off since like 3^rd grade man,” I answered, thinking that might actually make me appear cool.

“Good,” he said, reaching into his white briefs.  “Cause I just gotta do it.”  I watched out of the corner of my eye as gave his cock a couple strokes and then pushed his briefs down his thighs.  He wrapped his hand around his cock and pumped it.   I took a quick glance before looking back to the magazine.   His dick was about 4.5” long.  It had a pointy head and there was a small brown bush at the base of his cock, mostly on the top.   I glanced back and forth between his cock and the magazine.  My heart raced as I took in his gorgeous boyhood.

“Oh man this feels nice.   So what’s yours look like dude?”

He caught me off guard with that.  “Oh, I don’t know.  About the same I guess.”

“Show me,” he said sternly.    Then after a few seconds of silence he added a more sincere “please?”

I appreciated his change in demeanor, but was still nervous.  “Ok, but what if Bill –“

He interrupted me.  “Relax, he reads in there for like an hour.  We’ll hear the tub drain before he comes out.  Besides he doesn’t care anyway.”

“Ok.   But promise you won’t laugh?” I said as I reached for the button on my cut-offs.  “I haven’t grown much hair yet.”   Much? Shit, I had none.  I pushed my cut-offs down to my knees and grabbed the waistband of my white briefs and pushed them down over my hard cock and taut balls.   I looked over at Trey to see his reaction, half expecting him to be laughing at my skinny 3” (at most) dick.

“Cool.  Mine looked just like that last summer.  All this happened after last summer, once school started,” he said, pointing towards his cock.   “How do you like to jerk it?”

I was relieved he didn’t make fun of me.  I showed him my usual technique, which at that time was to make a circle with the tips of my four fingers and thumb and then lower them onto my cock from above.   I gave my dick a few strokes.  “Like that.”

“Good!  Now we can both jack off while we look at the mags.”  He rolled back to his side and brought my attention back to the magazine where the guy now had both hands on the girls head and was pumping his cock in and out of her mouth.   Both of us continued rubbing our cocks as we took in the scene.  The final pages show the two of them fucking in multiple poses before it ended with the man shooting cum all over her tits, with the final picture showing a drop of semen dripping off his still hard cock. 

That was the first time I’d ever seen semen.   I knew what it was but had never seen it before.   “So that’s was sperm look like,” I commented.   “Can you …um…you know do it?”

“Shoot sperm?” Trey answered.  “Yeah, ever since like Christmas time.   I’ll show you, ok.  Later though?”   He stared at me for several seconds, alternating looking at my dick and my face.

“What?” I asked.

“Close your eyes,” he instructed me.

“Why?”

“Trust me, ok?” Gone was his arrogant voice from the marina.   This voice was different.  Reassuring.  I closed my eyes.   In my mind I expected that he might try to kiss me (because that’s what happens in movies when people close their eyes).  The thought of which excited me actually as I’d never kissed anyone and Trey was definitely starting to grow on me.  But I was wrong about what he had in mind.   Instead of bringing his lips to mine, he took them lower and engulfed my cock in his mouth and began licking it all over. 

“Oh god,” I moaned as his warm tongue bathed my sensitive little cock.  I opened my eyes and watched his blond mop bob up and down on my tool.    My hands found their way to his hair and I rubbed his sweaty hair as he worked my cock up and down.   After about a minute he pulled off my cock and wiped his mouth. 

“Was that ok?” he asked.

“OK?  It was fucking sweet man,” I answered.  It had been a while since anyone tried to suck my cock.  Kerry only wanted his sucked and wouldn’t reciprocate.  And nobody ever did it as well as Trey just did.  Mostly my cousins would lick it or suck it for like 3 seconds and stop.

“My turn?” he asked, staring at me.  I just nodded at him as he laid back.   It was clear to me he only sucked on mine to get me to suck his.  But I didn’t care.   As I crawled towards him he asked “have you um….like ever done this before?”

“Yes,” I said as I took his cock into my hand.  His cock was rock hard but yet still soft to the touch.   The warmth of his dick penetrated my palm.   I extended my tongue and licked the tip.  I could taste a little precum on my tongue.  (I knew what it was because Kerry would ooze lots of the stuff if I sucked on his dick for very long).   Now that I was up close to his cock, I gave it a good looking over.  It was so hot!  It was perfectly straight, not curved like my friend Kerry.   It was sticking up towards his face at a 45 degree angle.   I licked the whole shaft again before taking it into my mouth and licking the head all over.

“Oh fuck, you really have done that before haven’t you.”

“Uh-Huh,” I tried to answer but it came out muffled with his cock filling me mouth.   I took more of him into my mouth.   I pushed him deeper until my nose was buried in his musky pubic bush.  The head of his cock tickled my throat but I didn’t react.   Sucking Kerry’s similar sized dick every day for a month had gotten me accustomed to not gagging.    I bounced on his cock a couple times before coming off and moving to his balls, licking them all over.

“Shit Craig, you’re a fucking pro at this.  Suck it deep again, please!” He was almost begging and I loved that.

I had just taken his cock into my mouth when I was suddenly stunned by Bill’s voice.  “Well Jesus Trey, that didn’t take you very long.”   I reacted immediately by rolling off Trey and pulling the blanket up over me.   (My underwear was still around my knees.)  So much for hearing the tub drain.  I looked up at Bill who was standing behind the couch with a towel wrapped around his waist.   My body was shaking in fear.  He saw me sucking Trey’s dick!  There was porn all over the floor! My life was over!  I may have even been starting to cry.

Bill and Trey both started chuckling.  Trey reached over and put his arm around my neck.  “It’s ok man, Bill’s cool, right Bill.”

“Right.  Craig I told you I don’t have many rules around here.   I’m going to head out on the deck for a smoke.   You all have fun.  Just clean up those magazines away when you’re done.  This place is messy enough already.”

As Bill went out the back door my breath slowly returned to normal.   I wiped my eyes and took a deep breath.   “Shit, I thought he was gonna kill us!” I said.

“Kill us?  Nah. Fuck us maybe.  Bill’s a homo man.  He don’t care about us fucking around.”  I took a minute to process what Trey was saying.  Bill was a real live bona fide homosexual?  Wow!

Before I could dwell on the fact that I now knew an actual homosexual, Trey pulled me over onto him so we were lying chest to chest.  I could feel his still hard cock pressing against mine, which had gone soft.   “Really man it’s ok,” he said and then he did the best thing ever!  He pulled my head to his and kissed me.  He pressed his lips to mine and we mushed them together.   Before I knew it, we were stabbing our tongues into each other’s mouths.  I was loving everything about this.  The kissing, our bodies pressed together, our cocks crossing.   This was way more intimate than any of the playing I’d been doing with other boys, and I loved it.   Nobody else had ever suggested making out.

We finally broke our lip lock.  “Wow,” I said.  “Wow!”

“Can you suck me some more, I really wanna shoot,” Trey asked.    “I won’t do it in your mouth, promise.”

I didn’t answer but moved back down to his cock and began sucking it.  Trey reached over and pulled off my underwear the rest of the way off my smooth legs and pulled me towards him.  He leaned in and took my dick into his mouth, working the head with his warm tongue.  After about a minute of 69 action he pulled me off of his cock.  “I’m about to blow.”

We laid side by side, shoulder to should and jerked our own cocks.   I was mesmerized watching him jerk his dick.   I was working mine fast too, just beginning to feel my dry cum start to build.   It didn’t take him much before he yelled out and arched his hips.   A quick squirt of white fluid jumped from his cock and landed just above his brown bush.  He slowed his motion as more oozed out and flowed over his thumb and onto his pubes.   I was amazed at what I saw – someone sperming in real life!

The excitement of seeing Trey blow sent me into an intense dry cum.   My legs kicked as the spasms erupted through my little hairless body.   I laid back and slowly let my breath return to normal.   “Do you need me to get you a towel or something,” I asked Trey.

“Nah, I got it,” he answered.  He nonchalantly grabbed a dirty sock off the floor and wiped the cum off his dick and pubes.  “Socks work great.  When you start sperming, you can just put one over your dick like a rubber and shoot into it and throw it in the laundry.”   He tossed the sock into a pile of clothes in the corner and pulled his underwear back up.   “Let’s get another beer and go out on the deck with Bill.”

“Sure,” I answered, pulling my underwear on.  I started looking for my shorts.

“Dude, don’t worry about your shorts.  Nobody can see you out on the deck, there’s no houses back there, just trees.  Well except Bill, but he’s already seen your dick, so who cares.  C’mon”

We swung by the fridge and grabbed two more Budweisers and popped out onto the deck in just our white briefs.   “Hey boys,” Bill greeted us.  “Have a good time in there?”

I just nodded, embarrassed that Bill not only saw us doing sex stuff but was apparently willing to actually talk about it.  But Trey was more talkative.  “Really good.  Craig really knows what he’s doing.”

“Is that so?” Bill asked pulling me towards him and onto his lap.   “I had a feeling you were my kind of kid.  Now how old are you again?”

“Twelve.  Almost thirteen.”

“Hmmm.  Perfect age.”  As Bill talked, one hand was resting on my thigh and another was gently stroking my back.   It was a little awkward being touched by a grown man, especially a gay one that was wearing just a towel, but in a way it was nice too.   “Well, now that you guys have broken the ice, maybe I’ll let you show Craig the other stash of magazines tomorrow Trey.”

“Cool.  I think he’ll like them Uncle Bill.”

***

Trey led me back inside and we quickly finished our beers, put the magazines away and picked up the room a bit.   We went to the bathroom together and stood side by side as we emptied our bladders.   Amazing! A few hours had put me at total ease with Trey.  What a different night than I had expected when I was leaving the marina restaurant.

We bedded down on the mattress but stayed up talking as the TV flickered.  I asked him about the magazines that Bill mentioned but he just told me it would have to be a surprise.   We talked about school and some inane stuff.  Then I had the guts to ask him if he was gay.   He told me he didn’t think so, because he couldn’t wait to fuck a girl.  But he said it feels good doing stuff with guys so whatever.   He was completely unconcerned.

Finally he dozed off.  I was still wide awake though.  I reprocessed the whole night as I watch him sleep in the glow of the TV light.  I traced my hands over his smooth back and felt his tight ass beneath his worn white briefs.    I smiled a wide smile.  I’d never been so content as I was right then -  laying there beside Trey – a blonde sexy boy.   And my friend. 

Chapter 3

I woke up to the smell and sound of bacon frying with Trey’s arm draped across my back.   I briefly took in the subtle features of Trey’s face: his full lips, small nose, and blonde bushy eyebrows.   I didn’t have long to admire them before I realized that I really had to piss, and that I had woken with a raging hard-on.   I made gently pushed his arm off of me and stumbled to the bathroom. As I passed, I saw Bill in the kitchen, standing over the stove in just a pair of boxers.

He must not have heard me get up, but he must have heard the toilet flush.   “Good morning Craigy,” he said as I came out of the bathroom.  I was still in nothing but my white briefs.   Under normal circumstances I would have been mortified at wearing so little, but for some reason I was at ease.  Everyone around Bill’s cabin seemed to wear very little.

“Hey,” I answered.

“You want something to drink?”

“Coffee?” I asked.  I had picked up the habit very early in life.  He acted surprised to have a 12 year old boy ask for it, but got me a cup and set it down by the coffee pot.    I fixed myself a cup of coffee with lots of milk and sugar and sat down at the table to sip on it.   “When will Trey wake up?”

“Shoot.  That boy will sleep until noon if we let him.”  I glanced at the clock.  It was a little past after 8:30.    “We’ll wake him up when breakfast is ready.  We have lines to run before it gets much hotter.  But hey, Craig, while it’s just the two of us I really need to ask you something.”  He casually turned the bacon over while he talked.

“What?” I replied.

“You …um… ok with what you and Trey were doing last night?  I mean it didn’t look like you minded but um…well…”

“Nah, it’s ok Bill.   I didn’t mind.  I done stuff like that before….. a couple times.”  (Or a dozen, but I left it at a couple).

“Whew.  Great,” he said, ruffling my hair.   “Glad to hear it.  I didn’t need you all upset and ratting out to Lucy about it.    Do you want me to take you back to the store this morning or later today or what?”

“I dunno.  I’m not in too much of a hurry to go back.   I like hanging out here with Trey.”   I was in no hurry to leave.  In addition to just wanted to be around Trey, I was dying to see the other porn magazines he had alluded to.

 “No problem at all.  You can stay as long as you want,” Bill said, grinning at me.

***

I had the pleasure of waking Trey up by sitting on him and trying to tickle him.  Bill was right, he was tough to stir.   I didn’t mind that it took me a while to get him to wake up.  It gave me time to admire his muscular frame.   Once he had finally come to, he smiled at me, tossed me off of him and headed for the bathroom.  I was pretty sure I could see a boner tenting in his briefs.

We had finished breakfast and had put the dishes in the sink, when the morning got very interesting.   “Trey, before we go run the lines, I think you should probably earn your keep real quick,” Bill said.

Trey suddenly looked very anxious.   “What?  Now?  With Craig here?  Can’t we do it later once he’s gone?”

“Why not now?  I don’t think Craig’s going to mind.  Seems like he’s accustomed to these kinds of things.  He might even want to watch.”   I had zero clue what these two were talking about.  

 “What? Why?”   I could see Bill giving Trey a bit of a sneer.  Trey sighed heavily.  “Ok, but just with my mouth.   I can’t do – “

Bill cut him off.  “No, no.  That’s good.”   Bill walked to the couch with Trey trailing him.  I stood in the kitchen next to the sink, unsure what I was supposed to be doing.   “Come on over Craig.  I want you to watch.”

As I walked around the chair into the living room, Bill leaned back into the corner of the couch and spread his legs.   One leg was on the floor and the other on the couch.   As Trey knelt on the floor in front of the couch, I was shocked to see Bill reach into the fly of his boxers and pull out his cock and balls.   I didn’t get the greatest look at his package but saw enough to see a large mass of black and grey hairs.   “There you are Trey.   Get busy.  It shouldn’t take much I don’t think.”

Trey leaned in and started sucking on Bill’s cock!  I stood six feet away, somewhat dumbfounded.    “Yes Trey, that’s good.  Real good,” Bill said encouraging Trey, rubbing his head.   Then he turned to me.   “See Craig, Trey’s mom sends him here to stay but she doesn’t have money to send with him.   So I let him earn his keep by doing this every so often.   It’s a pretty good bargain, don’t you think Trey.”

Trey let the cock slide from his mouth.  “Yes Uncle Bill,” he said, with a slight hint of sarcasm.  Bill promptly pushed his head back down onto his cock.   Watching Trey suck Bill’s cock had made my own little dick stir.   It was tenting out my briefs. 

“Looks like you got a boner Craig,” Bill said and then motioned for me to come towards them.  “Come.  Get a closer look.”

I stepped towards them until I was standing just in front of them.  I could see Trey’s head going up and down on Bill’s dick, which was probably about 5” long and just a bit fatter than Trey’s.   Bill reached out and gently grabbed my wrist and pulled me closer.   Then he moved his hand over the bulge in my briefs and gently rubbed my throbbing erection.   “Hmmm,” he moaned.  “Nice hard boy dick Craig.”  I blushed a bit, staring down at my hard cock tenting my white briefs.  “Don’t be embarrassed Craig, that’s what a boy’s dick is supposed to do.”  He gently felt my hard-on through the briefs, pinching it from the sides to size it up and then rubbing the head.  “Trey’s probably got one too, why don’t you check and see.”

Trey must have heard what Bill said, because he got up from the floor and climbed onto the couch.   He lay on his side and directed Bill’s dick back to his mouth.   While this whole scene was wild and completely unexpected and somewhat awkward, I was also totally engrossed by it.   I reached for the waistband of Trey’s briefs and pulled them down past his cock, which appeared to be somewhat hard, but not as hard as it was the night before when we played alone.   Bill looked over and glanced at Trey’s cock.  Then he looked back down at Trey tonguing his cock head.   “Maybe you’d like to help Trey out a little bit Craig?”

I looked down at Trey sucking on the man’s cock and for some reason I assumed that Bill was suggesting that I help Trey with his ‘chore’.    I dropped to my knees and leaned into Bill’s crotch.  He was a little sweaty and I could also smell bacon grease that had splattered onto his underwear.   I licked Bill’s balls, for the first time feeling a pubic hair in my mouth, which was odd.   I licked the bottom shaft of his cock while Trey swirled the top.  “Oh my, that’s not exactly what I… but…oh…never mind,” Bill moaned.   “Let him have a go at all of it Trey.“

Trey raised up off of Bill’s dick and scooted down the couch a few inches and watched as I took the man’s cock into my mouth.   It was thicker than Trey’s or my friend Kerry’s but just by a little.  But it tasted just like any other cock I’d had in my mouth though and the feeling of a dick in my mouth always made me happy for some reason.  I bobbed up and down and sucked gently on his rod, swirling it with my tongue.   I felt Bill’s hand gently rubbing my blonde hair.  “Oh my Craig!  You really have done this before.  Don’t stop baby, don’t stop.”

I kept sucking.   His encouragement urged me on.  I tried to go up and down faster and faster.  I soon realized the couch was shaking.  I turned just enough that I could see Trey was jerking his boyhood.  My own cock was rubbing against the side of the couch.  

“Oh shit Craig, I’m gonna blow,” Bill suddenly announced as he pushed my head away.   I barely got my mouth away from the tip before a shot of sperm erupted out of it, shot into the air and landed on the outside of the boxers.  Then more and more oozed out and ran down his hard dick as he gently stroked it.   “Wow Wow Wow!” Bill exclaimed.    “Nice work boys.”  His cock was softening and when he let go of the base, I was surprised to see the skin of his dick creep up and completely cover the tip.  (Yes, this was the first uncircumcised cock I had seen, though I had no idea at that moment of the concept).   I thought it a bit odd, but didn’t really think that much about it at the time.  I was kind of in shock from just having sucked a grown-up dick!

“I’m gonna go wash up and change.  You two need to get dressed so we can get going down to the dock and head out.”   Bill got up and headed to the bathroom, pushing his cock back into his striped boxers.

“I’m really sorry about that.  I mean you didn’t have to ….you know,” Trey said quietly, once Bill was inside the bathroom.  I wasn’t sure why Trey was apologizing.   I didn’t have any problem with what had happened.

I shrugged my shoulders.  “It’s ok.  I didn’t mind.  It was just weird being so hairy and stuff.”

“I know what you mean,” Trey answered.   “I hope I don’t get that hairy.”

I laughed.  “Me too, but I wouldn’t mind a SOME hair one of these fucking days.”

“I kinda like you not having any,” Trey said, grinning.   I reached over and gave him a pretend punch in the arm.   “Owwwwwww!” he said, pretending that it hurt, smiling at me.  

Chapter 4

Our trip out on the lake was pretty uneventful.   We checked all the trot lines but came up pretty empty.  Other than one small catfish that we threw back, there wasn’t anything but a couple of nasty drums and a mean gar.    Slicing the nose of the gar was about the most excitement there was to be had.  Bill had forgotten to pick up bait the night before, so we left all the hooks empty. 

As we were riding back to the dock, Trey and I sat on the each side of the front of the boat, watching the water stream past the bow.   Trey kicked my calf to get my attention.  “When we get back do you wanna shoot BB guns in the woods?”

It was hard to communicate over the sounds of the loud outboard motor but I gave Trey a thumbs up.   I loved shooting BB guns.   He smiled back at me.

When we pulled into the dock, Trey tied up the front of the boat and jumped onto the dock.  He lowered his hand and helped pull me up.   “Jesus, I really gotta piss,” Trey announced. 

I had been holding it in the last ten minutes myself.  “Me too.  Bad!” I replied.

“Follow me,” Trey said.   “Hey, Bill, we both gotta go real bad, we’ll be by the car.”

There wasn’t much at this little dock, just a small parking area by some trees.   Trey took off towards the bushes just on the other side of Bill’s car.  I followed just behind him.   “This is about as good as it gets,” he announced when we got behind Bill’s car.   By the time I got up beside him, Trey had already pulled the waistband of his shorts and underwear down and flopped out his dick.   “Ah, yeah…” he sighed as a torrent of piss gushed form his dick.  

“Jesus.   You piss like a fire hose,” I said as I fished out my own much smaller dick and let out a deep breath to get the piss to start flowing.  It took a few seconds, but finally my little stream started, but it was nothing like the thickness of Trey’s.  

I half expected the Trey from yesterday to suddenly reappear and tease me but he didn’t.   All he said instead was “Ah, much better!” as he shook his dick and put it away.

Something had been on my mind during the boat ride back, besides the need to pee.  I really wanted to stay another night at Bill’s.   I was having more fun than I’d had the whole trip so far.   “Trey,” I said getting his attention as he was turning around.

“Yeah?”

“Um… do you think Bill would let me spend another night with you guys?  I mean if you want me to too and stuff.”

Trey smiled.  “You want to?  Cool.   I was kind of wanting you to hang around longer too, but I was afraid after this morning …you know…. well, anyway, I wasn’t sure you’d wanna.”

“I told you I didn’t care about that and I didn’t.    I just like hanging out with you.”  Truth was I was crushing on Trey.  At the time, I just didn’t realize exactly what that feeling was.

“I’ll ask, but I am pretty sure he won’t care.   But…um…. he might start asking you to earn your keep if you keep drinking all his beer,” he responded. 

I really didn’t care.  If I had to suck Bill’s dick again to hang out with Trey, I would do it.  Though honestly, I didn’t even MIND sucking on Bill’s dick in the first place.   “Whatever.  I don’t really care,” I said.

“You don’t care about what?” Bill came up from behind us.

“Nothing Uncle Bill,” Trey answered for me.  “We were just talking….and…um… Craig wants to know if he can stay over again tonight, until tomorrow.   So, can he?”

“Fine with me.   As long as Lucy don’t mind anyway.  We’ll have to OK it with her.”

“I don’t think she’ll care Uncle Bill,” I said, adopting the title of  Uncle for Bill.   I climbed into the back seat of his car.   I was really surprised, but quite happy, when Trey climbed in right behind me and told me to scoot over instead of grabbing shotgun.

***

When we got back to the cabin, we were all thirsty.  Bill got us all a beer (his fridge was packed with cans of Budweiser and not much else) and pulled out a phone book to look up the number to the store.   I dialed the store and talked to Lucy and asked if I could stay another night.    She of course was fine with it, but wanted to give Bill some money to pay for food and stuff.

“She says ok but she wants to give you some money for food and stuff,” I relayed to Bill.

“Tell her nonsense.  Tell her I’ll think of some way for you to earn your keep,” said Bill winking at me and grinning.

“Lucy…um…he said I could do some chores or something and not to worry about paying him,” I relayed back.

***

Trey and I spent about an hour in the woods shooting BB guns at all sorts of things.  We shot grasshoppers and a toad and even nailed a few sparrows. (Lucy was a bird lover but always told me I “could shoot as many of those mother-fucking sparrows as I wanted”.  She’d tan my hide if I ever shot a bluebird or a cardinal though).

When we got back we were sweaty and dirty and hungry and thirsty.   Bill had made a can of Spanish rice and some sandwiches and had opened a bag of chips.   A true bachelor meal.    As we were eating at the table, Trey spoke up.  “So Bill, you really gonna show Craig your special porn collection.    He asked about it when we were shooting.”

“If he wants.  You know my rule though.  You have to be squeaky clean to come anywhere close to the special collection.   After you eat, shower and I’ll get them out.   I was just about hop in the shower myself.   After I’m done you guys can go.”

While Bill showered, Trey and I finished stuffing ourselves and had a belching contest with the remainder of our beers.   “What’s so special about this porn anyway?” I asked.

“You’ll see.  I really can’t tell you.  Bill asked me not to on account he likes to see how you react when you see it.  It’s part of the fun for him I think.”

***

Bill came out of the shower just as Trey and I were putting our dishes in the sink.   I was a bit surprised when I turned around and he was naked, drying himself with a towel.   His soft cock bobbed on top of a low hanging pair of testicles, all of which was surrounded with a mix of grey and black hair.  Shower’s all yours,” he said.  “Craig, leave your clothes outside and I can wash them while you’re showering so you don’t stink up the place.   Some of Trey’s might fit if you want something to put on until they are dry.”   He turned and walked towards his bedroom.

“I’ll go first, but I’ll be fast,” Trey announced as he pealed his socks off and tossed them onto his dirty clothes pile.   “You can watch TV or whatever,” he said as he threw his shirt aside and pushed off his shorts and underwear and added them to the pile.    He was completely naked, but completely relaxed about it.   He was like the boys in gym who stripped confidently and would keep talking to you while they were naked.   “Be right back,” he said, heading to the shower.   I admired his untanned globes as he walked away from me.

I headed for the living room to take in some TV, but I noticed Trey’s shorts and underwear had come up short of the laundry pile.  I picked them up and started to toss them but then got curious.   I looked to make sure Bill’s door was closed and then took a closer look.  I was curious what size Trey wore.   I looked in the waistband.  His were 14s.   Mine were only 12s and some still 10’s that had stretched out.  I looked at the front and saw a small yellow pee stain.   I could smell his sweat and his unique scent coming from them.  I have no idea what possessed me to do it, but I pushed my nose into them wanting to get a better whiff.  Immediately the smell of Trey and his cock entered my nose and brain.  I was immediately taken back to the night before when I had his awesome cock in my mouth.   It made me wish I was sucking him again.   I exhaled and sucked in another deep breath through my nose. The scent was great.  I realized my cock was at full attention.  

I tossed the clothes aside, turned on the TV and sat down on the couch.   I absent mindedly watched the tube while I massaged my boner.   My mind was still stuck on Trey’s gorgeous cock and that is what I was imagining when I closed my eyes and reached into my shorts.

“Hey horny fucker, you’re turn,” Trey said surprising me from behind the couch.  He had slipped out of the shower while I was day dreaming about his dick.

“Oh, shit, sorry,” I said sitting up and pulling my hand out of my briefs.   My face was flush, having been caught rubbing my own cock.   I turned to see Trey still naked, drying his blonde hair.   His pubes were still damp and stuck to his body.

“Don’t bother me none.   I was kinda horny still from this morning watching you suck Bill.  I almost pulled one off in the shower, but figured I’d save it.   There’s towels under the sink,” he instructed as he walked to the couch.

I headed for the bathroom and was starting to go in when Trey turned around.  “Hey, don’t forget to leave your dirty clothes out here so I can wash them.”  I had forgotten about the plan to wash my things.

I stood in the open bathroom door and stripped everything off and left it on the floor outside the bathroom.   “There,” I said, turning quickly and pushing the door closed before he spied my boner.  I don’t know why I was still embarrassed about being hard like that, but I was.

***

When I got done showering, I wrapped the thin towel around my waist and opened the bathroom door.   When I stepped out, I saw Trey lying naked on the couch reading the Penthouse magazine that we had looked at last night.   His cock was rock hard, rising over his pubic bush and pointing to the back of the magazine.  Judging by his intense gaze and the fact that he wasn’t turning the page, I quickly surmised he was reading the stories section.

“Well, who is the horny fucker now?” I asked him.  

He slowly raised the magazine up enough that he could see his own erection peering back at him.   He chuckled.  “I guess it’s contagious.”

“Looks like someone got a head start on the adult materials,” Bill said, standing in his doorway.  He was holding a book in his hand, but besides that he was still naked.   “I’ve been reading waiting for you guys, so if you’re ready, I can show Craig the special collection now.”

“I’m ready.”  I was really MORE than ready.  I was horny and was now really curious what was so special about this porn.   I spent a few minutes in the shower trying to figure out what could be so special.  Of course, I knew very little about porn and sex, so I had a hard time even thinking of things to imagine.

Bill turned and went into his room and I followed.  I turned back over my shoulder and saw Trey still on the couch, reading.  “You coming or what?” I asked.   I was going to be a lot more comfortable with Trey with us.

“Yeah, yeah,” he said, getting up slowly while still reading.  He came along into Bill’s room, his hard-on leading the way.  He was still reading as he came into and stood by the bed

Bill’s room was a little cooler than the rest of the house.  He had a small window AC just for his room that he apparently had cranked up pretty high.   “I got a blanket we can throw over us,” Bill said from the bed, where he was sitting on the edge.   He patted the mattress beside him, indicating we should situate ourselves on the bed.   Trey climbed on one side and I climbed onto the other, and soon we were flanking Bill on his queen sized bed.   Trey and Bill were still naked. I had the towel around me.

Bill threw a large, soft blanket over the three of us.   “OK, Craig.  Are you sure you’re ready for this.  If I show you this, you have to promise to tell nobody.   Do you promise?”

“Of course Uncle Bill,” I answered.  It’s not like I knew a lot of people I could talk about porn with anyway.

Bill’s headboard had compartments in it with front panels that slid from side to side.  He pulled the cover over and I could see in the center compartment was a stack of magazines, maybe 8-10 high.   He pulled the top one off of the stack and sat it on the mattress in front of him.   Trey and I looked on from each side.  “I remember that one all right,” said Trey.   He also still had his Penthouse open in front of him.

I looked at the magazine cover.   On the cover were two men, both somewhat muscular with big bushy mustaches.   One man was leaning against a wall, shirtless and his jeans were unzipped, showing a jock strap through the open fly.   The other man was standing to his side with one hand on the other guys shoulder and the other hand cupping the other guy’s nuts through his jeans.   The man against the wall was rubbing the other guy’s chest through his open shirt.   They were both gazing at each other with a look of wanton lust.   I don’t remember the name of the magazine, but it was a bird name.  I thought that was kind of funny for some reason.

“These two hotties are going to get really naughty, aren’t they Trey?” Bill said.

“Yeah,” answered Trey without looking over.  His nose was still in the penthouse.  He must have found another good story.

Bill flipped the cover open.  On the left page of next spread the guy leaning against the wall now had his jeans tugged down to his ankles and the other guy was kissing his cock through his jock.   On the right side of the page, the cock had been fished out the side of the jock strap and the guy on his knees was gripping it.  The guy’s dick looked gigantic!  It was much bigger than Bill’s or any other dick I’d even seen.  It looked meaty and thick and you could see the thick veins in it.  “Wow, that’s so……”

“Big isn’t it,” Bill said finishing my though.  

“Yeah,” I sighed.  I don’t think mine could ever get like that.  I couldn’t stop staring at the massive rod.  

“Well, I’ve often wanted a bigger one myself.  But not being huge has its advantages,” Bill said.  “Especially if you have some of my proclivities.”   I had no idea what that word meant or what he was trying to say.  But I didn’t care, as I was still being mesmerized by the glossy photo of the massive cock.  I couldn’t wait to see what was on the upcoming pages. 

I soon realized Bill was staring at me up and down as I studied the photo.    “Oh, I’m ready.  I mean you can turn the page if you want,” I said.

“You sure, I don’t want to rush,” Bill said laughing.  But then he turned the page.    On the next page the guy on his knees had taken the other guys cock into his mouth.   On the left page he was sucking just the head, but on the right page was a close-up showing the entire cock in his mouth, his nose buried against the guys bush.   I stared in disbelief that anyone could fit a dick that big in their throat.    I reached down and felt my own little boner.   I couldn’t believe the difference between the massive cock I was looking at and the tiny stick that was mine.

“You think you could swallow one that big,” Trey asked me.

“No fucking way.   I’d choke to death.”

“You’d be surprised Craig.   It just takes practice,” Bill commented before turning the page.   On the next page, the men had moved onto a bed and were both now completely naked and were side by side making out.   There was a big picture of them surrounded by a bunch of smaller inset pictures.  The inset showed various things:  the two swapping tongues, a close up their cocks pressed together (the yet unseen dick was a bit smaller than the other guys), pictures of both of their hairy asses.  

“So I guess these guys are like gay, right?” I suddenly asked.   I realized immediately it was a stupid question because Trey busted out laughing.  

“Duh!” Trey quipped laughing.   Bill elbowed him.

“Yes, they are Craig and I think they are quite proud of it,” said Bill turning the page.    The next page was a close-up of the smaller-dicked guy’s ass.  He was on his back, legs pulled up and ass spread – displaying his pink butthole, surrounded by a few black hairs.   On the next page the guy was pushing a finger into his own hole.  “You ever play with your butt like that Craig?”

“No, I don’t think so,” I replied.   That was actually a lie.   I had fingered my butt in the bath a few times.  But I didn’t really want to explain that, so I just didn’t.

“Well, it can actually feel quite nice,” Bill explained.   “Right, Trey?”

“Right Uncle Bill,” Trey answered with disinterest.  He was still rapt by his Penthouse story and was only stealing quick glances as Bill turned the pages of the glossy magazine.    I would have never opted for the penthouse over this! This was WAY more interesting to me.

The next page was the best one yet.   The big dicked guy had lined the meaty head of his cock up against the other guy’s greased hole.    “Are they going butt-fuck for real?” I asked.

“Ah, so you know about butt fucking,” asked Bill.   “You’ve done that?”

“No, not really.   I mean my cousin and I tried once but we never really got our wieners inside.   It still felt good though.  Warm.  Really warm.”

“Hmm.  Hmmm.  It is warm,” Bill agreed.   “You guys were probably too young to know the secrets of butt fucking.  Trey knows the secret, don’t ya?”

“LOTS and LOTS of Vaseline,” Trey piped in, right on cue.

“Yes, lots of some kind of lube anyway.  And you can’t have super tiny boy wieners either.  They just aren’t long enough.   You ready to seem these two studs really fucking now Craig?”

“YES!” I practically yelled.   I couldn’t wait to see more.

“Maybe later,” Bill joked, pretending to close up the magazine, teasing me.  “OK, just joking,” he said, opening it back up and flipping the page.    On the next page the guys cock was 2/3 buried into the other dudes ass.   The look on both their faces was one of intense bliss.   I stared without blinking at that hard rod buried into that willing hole. Without even noticing, I began humping the bed, grinding my throbbing hard on into the bedspread.

Bill reached under the covers and put a hand on my towel clad ass.  “Calm down son.  We’re just getting started.  I guarantee we’ll make sure you have a nice orgasm after a bit, ok?”

“Hey, me too.  I wanna get off,” Trey complained.  “You got to shoot already today Bill.”

“Of course, you too Trey,” Bill said, patting his back.   “We only got a couple more pages of this magazine, then I’ll show you something a bit different.”   Bill turned the page.   The next page the guys cock was buried balls deep and he had wrapped his hand around the bottom’s dick and was jerking him off.

“A good top always takes care of his bottom,” Bill spoke as if he were stating some well-known fact.  Top? Bottom?  I didn’t get it.   He must have seen the puzzled look on my face.  “Well the top is the guy who does the fuckin, and the bottom is the one getting fucked?  Get it?”

It seemed simple and obvious once he explained it.  I pointed at the one guy and said ‘top’ and then the other and said ‘bottom’ and looked up at Bill for reassurance that I got it right.

“Quick learner.   Lucy always did say you were smart,” Bill said.   Then Bill pointed at himself and said “Top.”   Then he rubbed both Trey and I on the head.  “Bottoms.”  Then he smirked.   I wasn’t sure exactly what he meant (hey I was naïve!) but didn’t care because Bill quickly turned the page. 

On the next to last page the bottom had shot a load all over his stomach and he was still getting fucked!  “Whoa, that’s a lot of sperm!” I exclaimed.

“Yes and wasted on a belly,” Bill moaned.    “Tsk, tsk!”

“Huh,” I asked.  I was getting kind of lost.

“Here.  This is a much better place for it,” Bill said before turning to the final page.  On the last page left side, the ‘top’ was now kneeling just over the bottoms face and was jacking his cock.   On the right side, the bottom had a mouth full of whitish semen and another drop of cum was dripping from the top’s cock into the bottom’s open mouth.   “See! There it’s not going to waste.”

“You can eat that stuff?” I asked.  The thought had never crossed my mind.

“You can and YOU should.  On a young boy like you, it will make your dick grow faster and get a lot bigger.”

“Really?” I asked.

“Yep.  Look at Trey, he was as hairless as you last summer and now he’s all hairy and shooting sperm and almost as big as me.”  

I thought about it for a minute.  Trey HAD told me he was just like me last summer.  But was Bill trying to say Trey had been eating sperms?  Bill’s?   

Bill announced that he needed to piss.   He put the gay porn magazine back on the stack and pulled out another magazine from the middle of the stack.    “You can look at this one alone while I go drain the dragon,” he said as he dropped it onto the bed before climbing out over Trey’s legs.

This magazine had a cover picture of a group of boys of various ages sitting on a beach.   The name of the magazine was ‘Naturiste’ or ‘Naturales’ or something like that.  I thumbed through the magazine.   It was all pictures of people at a beach.  Some were swimming.  Some were playing volleyball or soccer.  But they were all naked.  The pictures tended to focus on the boys, but there were plenty of girls and women in the pictures too.   I couldn’t believe there were places where people just hung out totally naked! 

The one thing I noticed is that all of the boy’s had penises that looked very different than mine and any others I’d ever seen.  They all had skin hanging off the end.   Their balls looked the same, but their dicks looked weird.   I started to ask Trey about it but he was studying his penthouse and grinding his cock into the bed.   I returned my attention to my own magazine and thumbed through more pages.  The boys in the magazine were in all stages of development.  Some were like 5 years old with tiny wee-wees, some had just a bit of hair, and others had giant bushes. 

“What did you think of that one,” Bill asked me as he came back through the door.

“Kinda interesting, I guess,” I responded.   “But how come nobody was wearing swim suits?”

Bill dropped himself back between Trey and I.  “Well, those pics are from a nudist resort in Europe.  People go there just to be naked.   They like it.  It’s fairly common in Europe where people aren’t so damn uptight about things.”

“Oh man.  I’d be so embarrassed.  I hate changing in gym class,” I said.

“Well, you would get over that really fast.  When everyone’s naked it doesn’t seem so weird at all.”

“You’ve actually been to one of those places,” I asked.

“Sure, in France.  It was a lot of fun, except my ass got sunburned because I fell asleep on the beach,” Bill answered.

Trey put his magazine aside and took interest in our conversation.  “But do guys pop boners?  I mean if I was around naked chicks all day I’d be totally hard all the time.”

“Oh it happens.  Teen age boys get boners for no reason.   The proper etiquette at a resort is to cover it up until it goes away.   Even you would get used to girls being naked around you Trey.”

“Ready for one last magazine boys?  This one is my favorite.”

“Yes, then can we blow our loads?  I’m about to bust,” Trey said.

“Yes, Trey, Yes.  THEN you can get off.”   Trey mentioning the need to blow alerted me to the fact that my dick had softened back up a bit.  But I was still wound up and as horny as I’ve ever been.   Lying on that bed, looking at magazines of guys fucking with two other naked guys had my heart thumping.

 I was curious what the next magazine would be.  So far the two special ones had been nothing that I would have expected.   I knew there were such a thing as gay people, but I had no idea someone would take pictures of them doing it!.   And I had no idea there were places in the world where everyone hung out naked.   What could Bill have that would be his favorite beyond those?

“Ok, Craig,” Bill said looking at me with a serious look.  “If I show you this one, you have to promise to tell nobody about it.   We could all get in big trouble for having and looking at this, understand.”

“Ok,” I said.  I was now somewhat scared at what this might me.  But I was too curious at that point to back out.  “I’m good at keeping secrets.”

“I’m quite glad to hear THAT,” Bill said and winked at me.    Bill put the nudist magazine back on top the stack and slide he panel of the headboard over to reveal another compartment.   He reached behind a couple books and pulled out a magazine that was in a plastic cover.   He carefully slid the magazine out of its plastic cover and softly placed it on the bed.  “This, is my favorite photo shoot of all I time.   I picked this up in Holland about 10 years ago.  I’ve probably looked at this one a thousand times.”

I glanced at the cover.  On the cover was a picture of two boys sitting side-by-side on a wooden fence in some woods.   Both boys had long blond hair down to their chin.  They were wearing shorts and t-shirts and tennis shoes with tall socks. One looked slightly older than the other, but I’d guess they were about the same age as Trey and I.   The magazine had a name across the top, but it was some meaningless word that I assumed was some other language.   I immediately assumed this was going to be like the last magazine, with these two boys playing in the forest naked or something.

“Okay then,” Bill said, opening the cover.   On the next page the two boys were standing up and making out.  Their lips were pressed together and their arms wrapped around each other.  They were kissing just like Trey and I had done the night before.   On the following page, both boys were pushing their shorts to the ground revealing their briefs.  The older boy’s briefs were light blue with dark blue seams.  The younger boy had briefs that were brown and white checkered.   They each had a small bump where their penis was.  “Do you like this so far Craig?”

“Uh huh,” I muttered, anxious to see what was going to happen.  I reached for the page.

Bill pushed my hand away.  “Let me turn the pages, I am VERY careful with this one.”   He carefully turned to the next page.   The two boys were kissing again, except this time their groins were pressed together and they had taken off their shirts as well.   They each hand their hands on each other’s ass.   The boy in the blue undies had his hand inside the other’s briefs, caressing his ass.

I noticed some writing in the corner of the page.  I tried to read it but it was not in English.    “What does that say?” I said pointing at the text.

“It’s Dutch.  I don’t know if I got it totally correct, but I think it says something like ‘Luuk and Tomas are showing the depth of their friendship.” Bill answered.    “The one in the blue is Luuk and Tomas is the other one.”

On the right page, Luuk and Tomas were still making out, but they had pushed their briefs down to the middle of their thighs.  Their penises dangled in mid-air just an inch or two away from each other.  They had the same skin on their dicks as the boys in the naturist magazine.  Luuk had a few sparse hairs sprouting from the base of his cock, but Tomas was completely smooth.   “What’s wrong with their dicks?” I asked and Bill and Trey both started laughing.  I suddenly felt small again.  It’s amazing how you can feel so included one minute and then your low self-esteem makes you question everything a few seconds later.

Bill must have picked up that I was bothered by their laughing.  “Oh Craig, there’s absolutely nothing wrong with their dicks.   And I’m not laughing at you,” he said, rubbing my head.  “I’m laughing because that’s the exact same thing Trey said when I first showed him this magazine.”   

“Oh,” I mumbled.  “But why do that have that?”

“There just not circumcised,” Bill explained.  I had never heard that word before.  “You see, when you were born you and Trey looked just like these two, but they did an operation to cut that extra skin off so it is easier to clean.  They don’t really do that in Europe.  It’s kind of an American thing.    It’s a shame too.   Get up and show me your cock and I’ll show you something.”

I pushed myself up to my knees and pushed my hips out.  My boner pointed up to the ceiling.  Bill pointed his little finger at the dark band that went around the shaft of my cock.  “See that line that goes around there.  That’s actually a scar from the surgery.  Trey has one too.”

“Do you have one?” I asked, lying back down.

Bill laughed.  “No, no.  They didn’t do that to babies way back when I was born.  Unless you were a Jew.”  Bill got up to his knees and grabbed his cock.  He pushed the skin a bit until it formed a hood over the head and hung past the tip.  “See, I have skin, but it’s just a lot looser than the boys in the magazine.  When I was a boy the skin was tighter but it gets looser as you age.   There was a time when I could barely get the skin pushed down over the head.   But when I get an erection, I look just like you and Trey.”

I don’t know why, but I was suddenly fascinated by these cocks with the extra skin.  I wanted to see more of them.    “That’s really cool,” I said.

“I wish I still had my skin,” Trey chimed in.  “Bill said if you have skin your dick head is really sensitive and you have better cums.”

“Oh, I sure wish you still had it too Trey,” Bill said grinning.  “You ready to see what fun Luuk and Tomas get into next?”  Trey and I both nodded, though it was obvious Trey already knew what was to come.   He had finally pushed the Penthouse aside and was now focused on the boy mag.

On the next page, the boys were lying side by side on a blanket in the grass with their hands behind their heads.   Both boys had boners pointing up to their belly buttons at perfect 45 degree angles.  Their foreskin still covered their dicks, but it no longer hung past the tip.   They both had huge smiles on their faces.   There were inset photos which were close-up shots of their genitals.   Luuk’s balls hung down in a smooth hairless sack.  Tomas’ balls were tighter to his body and kind of wrinkled.  “How come they’re hard and still have skin covering the ends,” I asked.

“Because they are young still and it’s still tight.  It will come down with a little pushing.  As you will soon see,” Bill said as he started to turn the page.

“Wait,” I said.  “What does it say?”  There was another caption on the bottom of the page.

“Oh, something like Naked and free as boys were meant to be,” Bill answered.  He had all the captions translated and memorized.  He carefully turned the page.   On the new page, Luuk had his fingers around the base of Tomas’ cock and the younger hairless boy’s pink cockhead had popped free over its cover.   Luuk’s tongue was extended almost to the tip of Tomas’ dick.   I stared at Tomas’ cock.  It looked pinker and smoother than any dick I have ever seen.   Mentally I couldn’t help but think it would have to taste like a cherry lollipop.    I actually moaned and licked my lips.    “That a boy Craig.  I had a feeling you would get into this.”

“Sorry,” I said.  “But something about that dick just looks… really….. tasty.”

“Don’t be sorry Craig.  I know what you mean,” Bill said.

“Hey Craig, mine doesn’t taste too bad either does it?  You can suck it since Tomas isn’t here ok buddy,” Trey joked.  

I shrugged.  “Sure.”  

“After we get done here ok boys.  Then I suspect we will all be wanting to have a nice cum.”   Bill pointed to the writing on the opposite page, where Luuk had now taken most of Tomas’ 4” dick into his mouth.    Tomas had a look of intense pleasure on his face.  His head was thrown back and his mouth agape.    “It says something like Luuk gets a taste of his friend’s special treat.”

“Lucky Luuk,” I quipped.

“Indeed,” Bill agreed as he turned the page.   “Luuk doesn’t want Tomas to not get his treat,” Bill said, pointing at the words on the next page.   Luuk had straddled Tomas’ chest and pushed his cock to the boy’s mouth. Tomas had raised his head up to be able to push his tongue under Luuk’s skin on one pic, and then he had skinned it was licking the smooth pink head in the next.    Luuk’s dick looked to be about an inch longer than Tomas’ and a bit thicker, which made sense since had a few pubes.

“Oh god,” I moaned.  Luuk’s dick looked even more appetizing than Tomas’.  I pushed my raging boner into the bed below.

“I think you like this even more than I do,” Bill said.  “I like that.”   He turned the page.

“What the fuck?” I yelled upon seeing the first image.    Tomas was on his back and Luuk had pushed his butt up and spread his cheeks and his tongue was pressed against Tomas’ pink butthole.

“I guess you never gotten rimmed before,” Bill said.   “Having your asshole licked feels absolutely amazing and as long as it’s clean, it’s not gross or anything.  That’s called rimming.   See look, Tomas clearly likes it.”

Bill was right, he still had a raging boner and a smile on his face with his eyes closed.    “What does the writing say on this one?” I asked.

“Something corny like Luuk moistens his friend’s hole to get it ready for a special gift.”  On the opposite page the Tomas’s hole glistened with what appeared to be spit.  Luuk was pressing the tip of his finger against the hole.

“Luuk’s gonna fuck him isn’t he?” I asked.

“You learn fast Craig,” Bill said.   “Coming right up.”   The next page showed Luuk and Tomas in several poses of coupling in smaller pictures.   The first pic showed Luuk’s pink head pressed against the tight hole and the next one showed the same pose with just the head inside Tomas’ sphincter.  The other pictures showed Luuk’s cock fully buried as well as more distant shots, showing Luuk pushing Tomas’ legs back and laying on them as the two boys fucked.   “This one says something like Tomas has waited all week to have the familiar feel of his best friend’s cock inside him.”

“Holy shit,” I said.  I was in total awe in what I was seeing.

“They are almost finished,” Bill said.   I noticed that Bill had rolled to his side and was jacking his own hard cock.   I had no idea how long he had been doing it as I had been focused on the hot pics on display before me.   On next page, Luuk still has his entire cock buried into Tomas, but had let the Tomas’ butt rest on the blanket.  Tomas had his hand around his dick and there was small pool of cum right by his belly button.  It didn’t look thick and white like the stuff in the first magazine, but it didn’t look like the completely clear liquid that came of out my friend Kerry’s dick either.

“That’s what my jizz looked like when I first started having stuff come out,” Trey said.

“Hmmm.   Fresh boy cum is the best.  So sweet,” Bill said licking his lips.   “I’m kind of sorry I missed that phase with you Trey.”

Bill flipped to the next page.  It was a full two-page spread of Luuk gripping his hard cock.   He had shot his cum all over Tomas’ balls and cock which had softened and shrunk back into his foreskin.   Luuk’s spunk was thick and white like Bill’s, Trey’s and the two guys in the first special mag.   There was a close-up inset picture of Luuk’s cock with a thick stream of semen dripping from his puckered foreskin.  That picture made my mouth drop open.

Bill was jerking his cock harder and harder.  The bed was beginning to shake.  “Oh jesus, watching these boys spunk never fails to get me off,” he said.   “Turn the page Craig, carefully.”

The final page was a bit odd.  Both boys were standing side by side taking a piss.   The interesting thing to me was just seeing the piss flow out through their long foreskins.  I would have thought it would splatter all over but it didn’t.   My lifelong fascination with uncut cock had officially begun.  I studied the pic for several seconds before Bill closed the magazine.  The back cover was a picture of the two blond boys, now clothed again, walking away down a trail, holding hands.   “Can I suck your dick Craig?” Bill asked.  “I mean it’s only fair.  From earlier?  Lay up on the pillows,” he instructed.

I pulled myself to the head of the bed and lay back on the thick set of pillows.   My cock was rock hard and aching.   I’d never wanted to have an orgasm so bad in my entire life.   Bill leaned in and gently licked my balls before using his tongue to dance all over my cock.  “Oh god, oh god,” I moaned.  I closed my eyes and focused on the amazing feeling of Bill’s mouth on my hard boy dick.

My concentration was broken by Trey climbing across my chest.  I opened my eyes to Trey’s hard cock inches in front of my face.  I looked up at him, puzzled.  “What the hell are you doing?” was written all over my face.

“Please Craig,” Trey said softly in the most sincere voice I’d heard from him.  “Please suck it.”

I couldn’t say no to him.  Just the feeling of his bare ass against my chest was causing my heart to race.  I opened my mouth and accepted him inside.   I gave him a gentle suck and was rewarded with a huge squirt of sweet pre-cum.   I swirled my tongue around a few times before Trey started pumping his cock in and out of my mouth.   While Trey’s rod darted in and out of my mouth, Bill was bobbing up and down on my own cock.  I could feel a strong tingle forming deep within my groin.

Then Trey started yelling.  “Oh god, oh god, holy shit, yes, fuck yes…...”

Bill pulled off my cock.   “Trey’s about to shoot his load Craig.   Be a good friend and swallow his juice.   Swallow it all.  Just like in the magazines.  Don’t waste it.”

I don’t know if I could have avoided Trey’s load if I wanted to.  I was lying back against the pillows and he was atop me, pumping with his full body weight.   He pumped a few more times, accompanied by additional obscenities and then I felt it.  A warm gush of fluid hit the back of my tongue.  I swallowed quickly, just as a second jet hit the back of my throat.   I kept sucking and swallowing and Trey’s thrusting slowed.   I became aware that Bill was offering encouragement.  “Just keep swallowing little man.  That’s it.  Take it all.  Take it all.”  I kept doing that until Trey became silent and pulled his cock from my mouth.   Both Trey and I were gasping to catch our breath.  Trey from just having exploded and me from barely being able to breathe.

Trey swung his leg over me and plopped down onto the bed.  I looked down to see Bill’s mouth engulf my cock once again.  He sucked on it then managed to suck my balls into his mouth as well.   It felt amazing.   “Start pumping,” he instructed as he shifted back to just sucking my cocklet.   I started thrusting my hips, pushing my stiff rod in and out of his warm mouth.    His reached his hand up and tickled the area just below my balls and when he did that, the shockwaves of an intense orgasm burst suddenly through my whole body.

I heard myself whimper in delight as my whole body shook and shivered.  Immediately my cock became too sensitive to be touched.  I pulled my hips all the way down until my cock slipped from Bill’s moist mouth.   He looked up at me and smiled.   I smiled back.

That was incredible.

­Chapter 5

We hung around the house and watched TV until the clothes came out of the dryer.   It took quite a while because Trey had washed a bunch of his clothes with mine and it took them a while to dry.   It should have seemed weird watching Gilligan’s Island while lounging naked on the couch, but oddly it didn’t.

Like any other 12 year old boy back then, I’d seen every episode of Gilligan’s Island 20 times, so my mind was not really on the show.  I couldn’t help but to think of the two boys from the magazine having sex….. and the two men from the other magazine having sex…..and the beach where everyone walked around naked.  I found my mind flashing between the images I had seen just before.   I also couldn’t help but to think about what might be in the other magazines in the stack in Bill’s room.

Once the clothes were dry and folded and I got dressed, which to be honest suddenly felt weird, we headed into town.  Bill had to pick up a prescription and needed to stop at a hardware store.   He promised us GOOD pizza if we tolerated running the errands with him versus staying home.  Bill wanted some company as it was almost an hour into the closest real town.

I was pretty quiet on the ride into town.   My head was still swimming in the porn.  Several times Bill or Trey said something to me and I didn’t even hear them the first time.   When we finally got to town, Bill sent Trey into the drugstore to look over the candy aisle.   Bill turned around and looked at me.  “Hey, are you ok.  You’re not upset about… well…you know…what we did back at home earlier?”

“Nope, why?”

“You’re mighty quiet is all.   Like something is bothering you, or something is on your mind.”

“Well, something is on my mind all right,” I said, “BUT IT’S NOT BAD UNCLE BILL!  I just can’t stop thinking about those pictures.  They were really cool.”

“Oh.  So you liked them then.”

“God yes!  I want to see what else is in that stack.”

“Ah, whew.  You really are ok then.  Good deal.  You seen the best ones, but maybe if you’re good I can let you see more.   C’mon.”

***

I managed to keep my mind off the photographic sex while we ran the rest of our errands and ate pizza.   By the time we stopped at the bait store and got home it was almost dark when we pulled into Bill’s driveway.   I found I was thirsty and crazing a beer.  A little over 24 hours at Bill’s and I was already turning into a lush.

Trey got us each a beer and we both plopped onto the couch.  It was a warm inside the house so we both tossed off our shirts.   I went ahead and tossed my jean shorts off too.   It suddenly seemed quite normal to lounge around in just my underwear.   Trey soon had removed his as well.  “What you wanna do?”

“Let’s play a game,” Trey suggested.  “Bill has a few in his closet.   I don’t care what we play, but NOT fucking Monopoly.”   We ended up opting for checkers, because it was simple and we could watch TV while we mindlessly played.

Bill quickly excused himself for his nightly bath and reading session.  Once he was away in the bathroom, Trey looked at me.  “You know Bill really wants to fuck you right.”

“How do you know that?”

“Trust me, I just know.  So if you don’t wanna do it, you have to be tough and tell him no.  And think twice about coming back again if you don’t want that.”

“OK.” I wasn’t sure why Trey was telling me this.   “It didn’t look so bad in those porno mags.  I mean Tomas seemed really happy when Luuk was doing it to him.”

“Yeah, well the first time or two isn’t so hot.  But it gets better after that.  At least it did for me.”

“So …um… Bill does it to you?” I asked, suddenly putting two and two together.

“Damn for a smart kid you’re slow sometimes.   Yeah, he fucks me, duh!   Earning your keep you know?  I actually like it better when he fucks me.  I don’t like getting hair in my mouth and I’m not nuts about the taste of sperm, so it’s easier just to bend over, now that I’m used to it.”

“I thought your jizz tasted kinda good!” 

“Really?”  Trey smiled at me.   “Thanks.  I could probably manage to serve you up some more before bed if you’re still hungry.”   Trey reached over and tried to tickle me and soon we were rolling around on his mattress in our underwear in a tickle fight.  

Finally after we settled down and stopped laughing, a question popped into my head.   “So, does Bill ever let you fuck him?”

“God no.  Bill only does toppin.  I’ve never tried that with anyone.”

I was silent for a minute.  “I’d let you try it with me.  If you want.”

“Really?  You’d let me, really?”

“Why not?   I mean as long as you promise to stop if it hurts or something.”

“I would sure.   You serious about this?”

I nodded.  “But there’s one thing though.  Would you make out with me first.   Like last night?”

Trey leaned over and kissed me on the cheek.  “Of course, but let’s just wait until Bill goes to bed.  I want it to just be us.”

***

By the time Bill emerged from the bath, Trey and I had bedded down on his mattress.  We were still watching TV but were pretending to be trying to sleep.  “Good night boys.  Thanks for a really fun day,” was all his said before heading to his room and shutting the door.   

“Give him a few minutes to get to sleep and we can get started,” Trey said, rubbing a hand down my smooth back. 

“That feels nice,” I said, which triggered Trey to rub my back for another few minutes.   I had actually started getting nervous about Trey trying to fuck me.  I had remembered how one finger up my ass (my own finger in the tub a while back) felt.  Trey’s dick was a lot thicker than a finger.  But I wouldn’t be an Indian giver with Trey, I just wouldn’t.

I rubbed Trey’s back next, scratching it all over, which he loved.   He told me many times how great and relaxed it made him feel.  “Don’t nobody scratch your back like this?” I asked.  My mom, though generally short on affection, could always be counted on for a good back scratch at least.

“Nope,” he said.

“Damn.  That sucks,” I said as I drew out a sad face on his back with my finger.

“Was that a sad face?” he asked.

I giggled.  “Yes.  And what’s this one.”   I drew a picture of a dick and balls.   He asked me to draw it two more times but still couldn’t get it.   “It’s your awesome dick and balls,” I said giving him a subtle shove.

“You really do like my dick don’t you?” he asked.

I paused for a moment.  “Yes.”

“That’s good considering your about to get a heavy Trey dick injection,” he said poking me in the side.   He rolled over onto me and pressed his face to mine and began kissing me passionately.  I loved the feel of his muscular chest pressed against my bony ribs and I loved the taste of his tongue in my mouth.   I rubbed the side of his face as we made out.   I slipped down and kissed his neck, something I’d seen in movies.   “Oh fuck,” he moaned.  I guess it felt good.

He dove into my neck next kissing it all over.  He was right it did feel amazing.  I pulled him tighter and my hands ran up and down his back and eventually slid one hand under the waistband of his briefs.  I got a big handful of ass and massaged it gently.   He stopped and sat up and quickly stripped off my underwear.  I was of course rock hard.    He leaned over and licked my dick and sucked on it briefly.

“Should we wait longer, to make sure Bill’s asleep?” I suggested.

“Nah, he’s goes out fast.   Plus he won’t hear anything with the A/C running next to his head.   Plus, you got me so fucking horny now I couldn’t stop if I wanted to.”

I reached over and tugged at his underwear.   He stood up and stripped them off, proudly displaying his 4.5” cock standing straight up.  “God your dick is perfect,” I said.

He knelt down and I took it into my mouth.  My tongue danced around the now familiar cock head.   Trey moaned.  “Are you um…ready…for…?” he asked.

I nodded.   “Yes.   How should we do it?  Like the boys or like the hairy men?”

“I’ll do it how Bill did it to me the first time.  He said it was the best way for the first time.”  Trey grabbed a pillow and folded it in half.   “Here put this under your butt,” he instructed pushing on my legs.

I pulled my legs back and Trey slipped the pillow under me.  I let them come back down.  I realized the pillow was holding my butt up in the air a bit.   Trey reached under the couch and pulled out a tube of something.  “This is the stuff Bill uses when he does me,” he said holding the tube up.    He took off the cap and squirted a bit onto my hole.  It felt cold.  “Push it all around,” he instructed.

I used my finger to spread the slick oily goo all around my hole, then pushed in.  I was amazed how easily and how far my finger slid into my hole.  I gasped.   As I was fingering my hole, Trey was smearing the oily stuff all over his dick.   “Once you get one finger in and it doesn’t hurt add another one.   Bill says once three fingers to feel okay your ready to get dicked.”

I tried pushing two fingers in but met some resistance and it actually hurt a bit.   “Here let me add some more gunk,” Trey suggested.  He added more of the tube to my hole.   I pushed two fingers in easily this time and it didn’t hurt.  “There just let them sit there for a few seconds for your butt to get used to.”   I held them in place.  “Now in and out a few times.”

I pushed the two fingers in and out of my ass.  It was actually starting to feel kind of pleasant.  “Now add a third finger and see if it’s ok.”   I pulled the two out and added another finger to the cluster.   My three middle fingers pressed into my flesh and forced my sphincter open.   A quick sharp pain shot through me and then subsided.  I held those three fingers still then pushed them deeper.  I got them past my second knuckle and held them there.  

“Cool, I think you’re ready.”  Trey put his hand just below my knees and pushed my legs back a little bit and spread them.   “Pull your butt open,” he said.   “And when I start to put it in, push out a little like you’re trying to poop.”

I spread my butt cheeks and immediately felt the warmth of Trey’s cockhead pressed against my sphincter.  It immediately brought back memories of when my cousin and I had tried to do this but only managed to stick our dicks into each other’s cracks and up against the holes.   The warmth of a dick in your crack feels nice.

Trey started pushing.  He was trying to go slow but once the head started into me, 3” of his dick quickly slipped inside me.  “Oh shit,” I said as I felt my ass expand around his hard cock.

“You ok?” he asked.  “I sure hope so because I have to tell you this feels fucking amazing.”

“I’m fine,” I said.  “It just went in kinda fast.  I wasn’t expecting it.”  He pulled out a bit and plunged deeper but went slowly this time.   I felt his balls suddenly up against my ass.  

He leaned over my folded legs and kissed me on the chin.  “You did it Craig.   My entire dick is buried in your tight ass and it’s fucking tight and hot.  Now I get why Bill likes this so much.” 

I smiled up at him.  There was something odd about the feeling of Trey’s dick buried in me.  It was slightly uncomfortable but it somehow felt good at the same time.  What I knew for sure was that the more emotional feeling - of being connected with Trey, was awesome .  “It feels kinda good, sorta anyway,” I said draping my arms around his neck.  “Now fucking fuck me!  Just not too fast, OK?”

Trey chuckled and pushed his upper torso back up away from me and began to thrust his hips in and out slowly.   I could feel his hard cock sliding against my hole from all sides.    He was slowly pulling it out until only the head was in and then gently pushing until he was buried to the root, balls against my ass and his bush tickling my perineum.  He watched intently as he did this with his cock several times.  Oh how I wished I could see his bigger dick working in and out of me.   That had to be just as hot if not hotter than the pictures we had looked over earlier.

He started picking up the pace of his fucking.  He let my left leg drop a bit and suddenly he started hitting a new spot inside of me which caused a new feeling - an amazing new feeling.   “Oh god,” I moaned, reaching for my erect cock and pulling on it.   “That feels really good!” I moaned.

Trey started thrusting faster.  He was poking me in and out quickly now, and breathing hard.   On one of his back thrusts he went too far and his cock slipped out and slid down my crack when he went to push forward.    “Shit!” he exclaimed as he lined it back up with my hole and slowly pushed it back in.   The feeling of his breeching my ass anew was fantastic.  I was now stroking my cock at a fever pace. 

He was soon back to pumping at a frantic pace and was once again hitting that magic spot inside me.   I was pumping my cock at a similar pace when my orgasm hit me.   “Ahhr myy godddd,” I moaned as my body shook and something happened for the first time: a jolt of hot liquid erupted from my cock and splattered against my palm.   It was my first wet orgasm.   

I pulled my hand away and looked at the clear liquid.   I instinctively licked at it.   As I was doing so, Trey announced his own impending climax.  “Oh fuuuuuuucckkk,” he exclaimed as his body froze with his cock deep inside me.  I could feel his cock twitch as it delivered its cargo into my bowels.   He thrust his hips twice more as his orgasm peaked and then subsided.   Trey was breathing hard and was sweating.   He let my legs down and rolled onto the mattress beside me.   His cock was still hard and moist with lube and bits of his load.

Neither of us spoke for almost a minute as our breath returned to normal.   I finally broke the silence.   “That was like, um, ten times better than I would have ever expected it to be.”

“No shit.  I can’t believe how tight and warm your ass was man.   It felt like something warm was gripping my entire cock and squeezing it.”  I couldn’t help but the feel proud that my body had done something so amazing.   “Did it hurt at all?” he asked.

“Nah, not really.  I mean it felt kinda weird at first but no big deal,” I replied.   “Does it hurt when Bill does it to you?”

“Not anymore,” Trey answered.   “The first time it did a little.   And maybe the second and third time.   But that was last summer.   I was smaller and Bill’s schlong is bigger than mine.   That’s probably why I didn’t hurt you.”   He started to get up.  “C’mon, we should probably clean up a little bit.”

I followed him into the bathroom.   “Grab some toilet paper and wipe the lube off your hole,” he instructed.    I could feel the wetness in my crack.   I wasn’t sure if it was Trey’s sperm or the grease he used to lubricate my ass.   Wiping it a couple times with toilet paper made it feel normal and dry again.    While I was doing that, Trey had taken a wash cloth from under the sink and was soaping it up.   He used it to wipe his dick and balls before stepping up to the toilet and peeing.   “I always like to piss after I shoot,” he said.  “Otherwise it oozes out and gets all over my underwear.”

That reminded me that I had actually spunked! So I sidled up next to Trey and emptied what little piss was in my bladder.   I could swear I actually felt the piss pushing out a thick bunch of goo through my soft little dick.  It was a new sensation.

We stopped by the fridge and grabbed a cold Budweiser before we arranged ourselves back onto the mattress.   We watched part of an old western, not really saying much as we sipped down our cold beers before eventually dozing off.

Chapter 6

The ringing of the phone awoke me the next morning.    As I cleared my head, I heard Bill talking on the phone.  “Of course, of course, I understand.  I’ll get him up and moving Lucy. Bye now.”

I sat up and rubbed the sleep from my eyes.   Trey was still sound asleep and snoring a tiny bit.   Bill motioned me into the kitchen.   When I got there he explained.  “That was Lucy.   A pipe in the trailer at the store sprung a leak.   She wants me to get you back so you can watch the store while she helps Ben clean it up.”   Their house was a few miles from the store, but there was an old mobile home out back that served as an office and storage for the store.

“OK,” I replied.  I wasn’t excited at being rushed out, but I understood and I thought it was cool that Lucy though I could run the store alone.   My clothes were still folded on the back of the couch, so I quickly slipped them on.   I started to try to wake up Trey to tell him bye, but Bill stopped me.  

“Just let him sleep Craig.   We’ll be by the store before too long.   Trey still has 5 more days here.”

“Ok,” I shrugged.  I really wanted to say goodbye.   I wasn’t ready to go.   “I leave in six days I think,” I added.   Thinking of leaving was actually making me sad.

Bill was pretty quiet on the way to the store to drop me off.    When we were getting out of the car, he did tell me I was welcome back anytime.   “I like you hanging around,” he told me.

Bill and Lucy spoke quickly.  Bill took the time to tell her that I was a perfect guest and a great help.   “You got a good one there Lucy,” he told her before he left.

Lucy gave me some brief instructions and then took off to go help in the trailer.   I watched TV and rang up the few customers that trickled in.  (It was NOT a busy store on a weekday.  Just a few locals stopping in usually).   Most of the time, my mind was still reliving the prior day.  The porn…. Swallowing Trey’s sperm… more of the porn…. Trey fucking me… me having something come from my dick beside pee!    Most of the time, my hand was in my pants rubbing my hard cock as I daydreamed.   I locked myself in the bathroom a couple times and jerked off, hoping to see myself spurt again, but my orgasms were the same old dry ones I’d had since I was 8.

The day passed and so did the next day.   I was suddenly finding myself very bored at the store and playing pinball at the marina.    It didn’t quite stack up to looking at hardcore pornography and hanging out with Trey.   I hoped they would show up at the marina on the second night, but they didn’t.  

On the third day, I actually thought about calling over to Bill’s to talk to Trey.  But I couldn’t really figure out what I would say beyond ‘hey’.   What I really wanted was to be there again, sleeping next to him…. feeling his body near mine…. smelling his scent.    By that night I was getting downright depressed about it and didn’t know what to do.   I knew Trey was supposed to be leaving in two days and my time was running out.

Finally, late the next morning, Bill came into the store.    I jumped up from the chair when I saw him come in the door.   I looked out the window.  “Is Trey with you?” I asked excitedly.

A morose look came over him.   “Craig, I’m sorry but he left this morning.   His mom came a couple days early because her work schedule changed.  I thought they were going to drop into the store on their way out.   I’m guessing they didn’t?”

I was crushed.   I shook my head no.   I could feel my eyes starting to swell with tears.   I couldn’t believe he left and didn’t stop to say bye.  I turned so that Bill wouldn’t see I was upset, but he must have figured it out.  He put his arm around me from behind.   “I’m really sorry little man.  I know you guys had hit it off really well.   It’s probably his mom’s fault they didn’t stop.  She can be weird sometimes.   Trey told me he really liked having you over.”

“Really?” I sniffled, slowly gaining control.

“Really Craig.  Hey listen, maybe we can arrange for you guys to be here the same time next year so you guys can hang out again.”

“Ok,”I said as pulled myself away from him.  I heard the back door to the store open and Lucy had come in. 

“Morning Bill.  What’s good?” she asked.

“Ah, I was just breaking the news that Trey had to leave for home early.  I don’t think Craig was too happy about it.”

“I see,” she said.   “Maybe next year you guys can coordinate your stays.  That is if you want to come stay with us old farts again,” Lucy said.  I nodded and returned to watching the TV while Bill picked up a few things and Lucy rang him up.

As Bill was about to walk out the door he turned.  “Hey Lucy would you mind if I borrowed Craig for the afternoon?  I could sure use some help cleaning the boat up a bit.   That is if Craig wouldn’t mind.  I’d be sure to pay him a few dollars.”

“Sure Bill, I got the store.  It’s up to Craig though.”

“That’s OK,” I mumbled.  “I think I’ll just stay here.”

“Suit yourself buddy,” Bill said as he finished paying for his purchases.   As he walked out I suddenly thought of his magazine collection and how much I wanted to see the other ones.

“Wait!” I yelled as I launched myself off the chair and out the door.

Bill was just starting his car as I ran up to his open window.   “I changed my mind,” I said, huffing from my sprint.   “I mean……umm…. do you think I could maybe go look at your magazines and stuff….after we do the boat I mean?”

Bill smiled at me a wide grin.  “Of course.   Do you need to tell Lucy you’re coming after all?”

“Yeah, I’ll be right back.”

Chapter 7

As we started down the highway, Bill reached over and patted rubbed my bare thigh.  “I guess I probably should probably confess something Craig.   I never really planned to clean the boat up today.”

“You didn’t? But, then, uh….why?” I began to say before Bill spoke again.

“It’s already too quiet since Trey left and I thought you’d maybe liven up my afternoon a bit.   Annnnnnnd I thought you might enjoy looking at my collection.”  As he spoke, he caressed my thigh.  I didn’t mind.  It actually felt nice.  My dick actually started filling even.

Bill’s hand moved up over my cutoffs to my crotch.   He gave my junk a soft squeeze.   “How about him?  I bet he really likes my collection, huh?”

“Yes,” I answered with a laugh as I pushed his hand away.  Pushing his hand away was more an impulsive reaction than anything.   I wasn’t angry that he had touched me there, but I was kind of embarrassed that I was boning up.   As we drove a bit more, I remembered what Trey had told me that last morning….”Bill wants to fuck you.”   As much as I enjoyed Trey’s teen cock in my ass, I wasn’t sure how I’d feel about Bill’s cock pumping in and out of my ass.

As we started down the gravel road, I started to ask him if that’s why he invited me over.  “Bill?” I said.

“Yeah buddy??”

But then I chickened out.  “Never mind,” I said, looking away.   As we drove the rest of the way to Bill’s cabin, the silent debate in my head continued.  Was I excited about that possibility of getting fucked by Bill or frightened by it?   It felt so good when Trey did it and part of me wanted to feel that feeling all over again.   But, I was also afraid Bill would be bigger and it might hurt.  And Bill was NOT Trey.

When we got to Bill’s and I walked in, Trey’s mattress was still on the floor.  “Sorry, I haven’t gotten around to picking up yet,” Bill explained as he went towards the kitchen.   I walked over and plopped myself on the mattress.  I could still smell Trey’s scent in the blanket and pillow and smelling it brought me back to the scene from just a few nights before when Trey was plugging my virgin ass with his cock.   As I closed my eyes and thought about it, I could feel my little boy dick stiffening.

“You ready?” Bill asked, shaking me from my brief daydream.  

“To look at the special collection?” I asked.   I wasn’t sure if maybe he wasn’t asking me to do stuff.

“If you’re still up to it.   Would you rather look at them alone or together, like last time?”

“Can I look at them by myself this time?   I don’t think I’ll have so many questions.”

While Bill went to retrieve the magazines, I thought again about what Bill maybe wanted to do.   I decided that I needed to know before I started looking at the porn and got to the point of being so horny that I wouldn’t be able to resist.  That is even if I WANTED to say no.  I still wasn’t sure about that even.  

Bill came back into the room with a stack of magazines and a paperback book on top.    As he was setting them down on the mattress, I suddenly mustered some balls.  “Bill.  Did you bring me here so you could try to fuck me or something?”

“What? me?,” he answered sarcastically, grinning and pointing a finger at himself.   “Nah….  OK, well, maybe.  I must admit it does give me quite a thrill to get my cock deep into a young stud’s hole that has never been screwed before.  There’s something rather exciting about knowing it is his first time.    But, I’d only do that if you wanted to.”

“I’ve been fucked already Bill.”

 “Oh Craig! I know you told me about you and your little friend putting your little wieners in each other’s cracks when you were littler.  But that really doesn’t count.   It only counts if it really went IN.”

“Bill,” I said looking him in the eye.  “Trey and I fucked the last night I was here.”

“Son of a bitch!” Bill exclaimed and then was silent for a few seconds.   “So, um, did you like it?”

“Yeah, I did.  I was kinda surprised how good it felt.   It made me squirt stuff for the first time even.”

“Nice.   So, um, did Trey like doing it you think?”

“For sure,” I answered.   “You should have seen the look on his face when he spermed.”

Bill rubbed his chin.  “Interesting.... that kinda explains him acting weird the last couple days.  I think he might be freaking out thinking he might be gay.    You’re not freaking out about that are you Craig?”

I shrugged my shoulders.  “I dunno.  Not really.   I just wish Trey were still here.”

“Would you do it again if he were.”

“Hell yes!” I answered.   “I’d do about anything he wanted.”

Bill came closer and put an arm around me.  “You kinda fell hard for Trey didn’t you?   I can’t believe I didn’t see it before.”

I sighed.  “Yeah.   I mean nobody cool like him is really ever nice to me at school.”

“That’s really sweet Craig.  OK, so I tell you what.  I’m going to take this book and go read in my room,” Bill said, pulling the paperback off the stack.  

I took a quick glance at the cover.  It had a line drawing of a man with an oversized penis rubbing it on the ass of a young boy.   “What is THAT?”

“Ah, this is some erotic fiction I picked up in New York City.   I just started it.   It’s about a police detective who goes undercover to infiltrate a group of chicken hawks to find a missing boy. He has to –“

“What’s a chicken..hawk?”

“Ah, it’s a slang term for men who like to have sex with boys.  So anyway, he finds the missing boy but fucks a bunch of others on the way.  It’s a really hot story.    You can read some of it if you want, after you look through those.”

Bill knelt down and sorted the magazines into three stacks.    The largest was on the left.   “These are your gay porn mags and a couple Playgirls with naked dudes,” he said, “like the one you looked at first last time.  This stack is the nudist magazines of just people hanging out naked, but um…. behaving themselves,” he said pointing to the middle stack.   “And this,” he said, tapping the last stack.  “Has Luuk and Tomas and another magazine kind of like that one.   I suspect you’ll be most interested in that one.   But you might save it for last.  You know…kinda build your way up to the best stuff.”

“Make yourself comfortable Craig,” he said as he got up.   “Take off your clothes if you want.  I’m sure you’re gonna want to touch yourself.  Lord knows this book will have me doing the same thing in my room.”

***

Bill shut his door part way and I heard him plop down into his recliner and extend the footrest.   I washed my hands and grabbed a Coke from the fridge and headed back to the living room.  I laid down on the mattress and looked over the three stacks.  I thought it was cool that Bill trusted me to look at his special collection alone.

I decided to start with the nudist magazines.   I flipped through the one I had looked at last time very quickly before moving onto the other two.   There wasn’t anything terribly interesting in either of the new ones, but I did stare at all the naked men and boys, taking time to study their different shaped penises.   It was interesting to me how some of them had balls that hung way low and some were tight against their bodies.   I even looked at some of the naked teenage girls trying to figure out what it was about pussies got most boys so excited.    It just looked like nothing to me.   What’s exciting about a slit and a hole compared to a cock which could be long, short, skinny, fat, etc.   There was no doubt tha the boys held much more interest for me.

Next I moved on to the large stack of gay man porn.  But not before I pushed my cutoffs down and off so I could have better access to my stiff three inch cock.    I spent a lot more time with this stack, and not just because it was the biggest stack.   The Playgirls were thumbed through quickly, as there weren’t that many pictures to look at, though the men were really great looking with strong muscular bodies.   Of course I spent most of the time looking at their thick, full cocks.   I noticed all of the men in the Playgirls were like me – no skin on their dicks.   Of course they had a lot more hair.

By the time I was into the second gay mag, I had pushed my underwear down to my knees and was rubbing my stiff boy dick.    Most of these magazines were pretty thin – just a few pages.  But some of the stuff I saw caused my eyes to bulge out and my young hairless dick to throb.   Pictures of huge dicks buried into the ass of other men were the ones that made me jerk my stick the hardest.   There was something about the improbability of something that large fitting into something so tight that just made my heart race.    In one magazine, there was a black man that I swear had a dick at least a foot long.  That really made my jaw drop.

The other thing I focused on of course were the last few pages of each magazine where the men had deposited their hot loads of cum somewhere.   It was especially hot to see cum running from a man’s ass or covering a guy’s face.    A couple even showed the men devouring the hot jizz of their partners.

By the time I got back to the magazine with Luuk and Tomas, I was at peak horniness.   I realized if I didn’t stop stroking my stiffy I was going to go over the edge and I didn’t want to do that until I had seen them all.  I slowly revisited the tale of Luuk and Tomas, studying each picture carefully.   To me, they appeared to be two boys who very much liked each other.   It reminded me of Trey and I.   Trey was Luuk, the bigger boy with hair on his cock and I saw myself as Tomas, the younger boy who loved sucking his older friends dick and taking it up his bum.    As I saw the two make love, I longed to have Trey next to me again.   I found myself fingering my hole, wishing Trey was here to fill it with his stiff rod.

Finally I moved onto the last magazine.   It was titled ‘Daddy’s Love’ and on the cover was a grown man in bed with two boys who appeared to be about 13 and 10.  The photo was in black and white.   They were all naked.  The dad had his arm around each boy, smiling and the boys each had a hand on the man’s hairy chest.   The dad had a hairy cock as well with a trail of fur that went all the way up his taut belly.   The older boy had a small dark bush above his dick.  The younger boy was smooth all over.   The two boys definitely looked a lot alike.  Both had darker hair and similar features.   I assumed they were brothers.   All of them had circumcised cocks like me.  In fact, you could even see their pronounced scars in the photo.   I don’t know if the man was really their father or not.   Neither looked like him.

The entire magazine was black and white.  Judging from the haircuts, it was quite old.  .  All of them had short hair, which was NOT the style at the time.   They looked like something from a Leave it to Beaver episode.   The action on the subsequent pages progressed quickly.   First they were all stroking each and had gotten hard-ons.   The dad’s dick was pretty big.  At least slightly bigger than most of the guys I had seen in the gay mags.  He had a huge mushroom shaped head atop his thick rod.   The teen boy had a skinny cock, but it seemed quite long.   The younger boy’s dick reminded me of my own undeveloped little cock.

The next photo set showed both boys licking their father’s cock while he was rubbing each of their boners.    The man’s boner jutted upwards between the faces of the boys.   It seemed huge.    On the next page, the teen boy was on his back with his brother sitting above his face.   The teen was tonguing the younger boy’s hole while the dad was doing the same to him, pushing his feet up towards his brother’s head to gain access to his ass.

By the next page, the father’s cock was already deep into the ass of the teen boy.   The teen had rolled over to his hands and knees and his little brother was helping spread his cheeks wide and watching as the thick daddy cock plunged deep.   There were a couple photos of the dad fucking the teen as the younger boy fondled his brother’s hard cock from below.

The action changed totally after that.   The youngest boy was now on his back and his brother had his hard dick pressed against his boy pussy, ready to push it inside the warm cavern.  The dad was holding his dick, pressing it onto the younger boy’s tongue.   The teen boy fucked his brother.   The last pic appeared, by looking at his face, to show him unloading with his dick completely inside the boy.   That was confirmed by the close up picture on the next page, which depicted the littlest guy’s hole dripping with his brother’s fresh jizz.   He wasn’t done being used though.    His dad soon had his cock deep into the little guy while the teen brothers softening cock filled the boy’s mouth.   It was such a hot picture!  The dads thick cock buried into that tiny hole!   I couldn’t help but to start rubbing my dick harder and harder.

When I got to the final photo of the issue – which depicted the dad covering the littlest boys hard cock with a thick layer of goo - I was sure I was about to rub the skin off my dick.  

“That one’s pretty damn hot isn’t it?”  I was so engrossed in the magazine that I hadn’t noticed that Bill had come up behind me.   “I finished my book too.”   I rolled to my side and looked up Bill.   He had shed his clothes and he was slowly stroking his dick.

I was silent, a bit shocked. I didn’t know what to say.  “Oh yeah.  So um, did the detective guy find the missing boy?” 

Bill knelt down behind me.  “Oh yeah, he found him all right and rescued him.    The boy was so thankful he went home with the detective and let the man fuck him several times with his 8” hose to show his appreciation.   You look like you could use some relief Craig,” he said as he pulled my hip so that rolled onto my back.   

“Yeah,” I mumbled.  Before I knew it, his mouth was on my cock, making it twitch with pleasure.   I had rubbed it pretty raw, and his slick saliva on it felt great.   He didn’t stay on it long though, quickly moving down and taking each of my smooth nuts into his mouth.  I closed my eyes and leaned back as he bathed each one with his warm tongue.   Then came something I wasn’t expecting and was new.  He let his tongue dance down to my perineum which tickled, but also felt fantastic.   Before I could even register what was happening he had pushed my legs up and was lapping at my butthole with his tongue.

I couldn’t believe how amazing it felt to have my asshole licked!   It was like nothing I’d ever felt.  I found myself pushing towards him.   He pointed his tongue and began stabbing it at my hole.   I could feel it loosening with each push.   Soon his finger joined his tongue, probing at my hole.  It quickly found its way inside.  “Oh god, oh god, oh god,” I moaned.

“Such a nice tight hole Craig.  How about it buddy?  Gonna show your appreciation like the boy in my story and let me fill you up with my hard daddy cock?   Hmmm?  Make you squirt again maybe.  You want it don’t you sexy boy.”

“Yessssss!” I moaned. I was so horny right then I would have agreed to about anything.

“I knew you were a good kid,” Bill said as he continued to finger my spit moistened hole.   Bill must have reached under the couch for the tube of lube because I soon felt the coolness of the gel being worked around my ass by the invading finger.   A second finger was added and soon a third.   As Bill’s fingers stretched me, I closed my eyes and imagined it was Trey’s dick instead.  It wasn’t that I didn’t like Bill doing this to me, it just that I wished it was Trey.

Bill pushed my legs up further and I opened my eyes to see his rock hard cock resting in my crack.   Its warmth felt nice.   I bit my lower lip as he pushed the tip down and leaned into me, popping the top of his cock inside.  It was thicker than Trey’s and it made me wince ever so slightly.

“You ok buddy,” he said pausing.  I nodded.  He pushed more and I winced again.   “Relax.  Remember to push out.  Just let your hole get used to it.  You’ll be fine.  I got a little dick for a grown man.”   While Bill held his cock in place he gently rubbed the head of my aching cock.   He had some lube on his fingers and it felt amazing.  I closed my eyes and began to moan.

Bill started rocking back and forth, slowly working his aged meat all the way inside me.   He pressed up against that magic button that Trey had introduced me to and I felt my cock twitch uncontrollably.  “Oh shit, I’m gonna blow!” I yelled.   Bill started thrusting and started rubbing my cock faster.   My moaning morphed into a high pitched constant whine as my orgasm quickly built.

“That’s it Craig, hold it back as long as you can, it will be fantastic,” Bill instructed as his cock filled my ass and rubbed against that magic inner spot.   I clinched down to stave off the inevitable, but it was no use.   I released my breath and the orgasm came with my exhale.   As my body shook and shivered, a spray of mostly clear liquid erupted from my cock and covered my hairless belly in small drops.

Bill suddenly stopped bucking his hips.  “Holy shit Craig.  You practically exploded kid!”   I could tell he was excited at my watery orgasm.  He slowly backed away and his cock slid from my aching hole.   Until I had reached orgasm I was lost in a fog and didn’t register that it was even sore.

“Um, did you, you know?” I asked him.  

“Oh yeah.  I just kept going to make sure you did,” Bill answered with a grin.   He patted me on the thigh.  “Stay here.   I’ll go get a washcloth.”   He returned a few seconds later with a warm washcloth and a towel.   He gently wiped the splatter from my chest before lifting my bottom and wiping my hole.    “You probably should shower.  You reek of sex.  Go on.”

I grabbed my shorts and underwear and headed for the bathroom.   I showered for quite a long time, letting the warm water run over me.   The warm water was soothing as it ran down my crack and over my hole.   As I let the water sooth and relax me I thought about what I had just done.  Was it weird I let an old man stick his dick in my ass?  Was it weird that it made me cum?   Was it weird that I enjoyed it?  As I pondered it, one thing that struck me was just how different it was with Bill than with Trey.  Both felt nice, and Bill’s bigger dick might have caused a bigger pulse of jizz to spurt from my dick, but with Trey it was special.   It went beyond sex.   I wished he were there in the shower with me.

 After a while, the water started to get cold.  I shut off the shower, dried off, and dressed.  By the time I came out of the bathroom Bill had put away all the magazines and was fully dressed back into his ‘old man shorts’.    He had also made some lunch.  A grilled cheese and a bowl of tomato soup was waiting for me.

“Ah, there you are.  I was starting to worry about you.  Everything ok?”

“Yeah, I’m fine,” I said sitting down and taking a bite of sandwich.   “Still miss Trey though.”

“I understand.   You’re not upset about what we did?  I mean if you are, lets talk.”

“I’m fine,” I insisted.   And I was. I really was.

Epilogue

I’ve never told this story to anyone in detail.   I’ve mentioned to people about having some experiences around 12 with other boys, but I’ve never shared the lurid details.   I’m sure some people would read about what happened and respond with sympathy for having been molested by Bill.   Honestly, I’ve never really looked at what happened that summer in that way.   The most traumatic part of the whole experience, the part that stung for weeks, was not really ever getting to say goodbye to Trey or knowing how he felt about what we did.

I never saw Trey or Bill again.   I didn’t end up getting to go to the lake the next summer.   Ben was having health issues.   By the following summer I was working a real job and was too old for it.   I often wondered if Trey missed me as much as I missed him.  I assumed not, but I often fantasized about him – hoping that he was fantasizing about me.   I jerked off many a time to images of Trey in my mind.   (I finally hit puberty in earnest a few months later and sprouted pubes and began ejaculating regularly).   I wished I knew Trey’s last name.  Today it would be fairly easy to perhaps find him on social media and see what came of his life.

By the time I visited Lucy again a few years later, Bill had passed away of a sudden heart attack.  I’ve often wondered who cleaned out his place after that and what they might have done upon finding his ‘special collection.’   I probed with Lucy to see if she might have heard anything odd about Bill but she didn’t appear to know of anything.

It’s kind of funny how long it took me in my adult life to attach the label of ‘pedophile’ to Bill.  As I think back to his actions and his porn collection, it should have been obvious.  I guess what prevented me from connecting the two is that the term pedophile was always used with such a negative connotation and I didn’t ever feel ill will towards Bill.  It was he that helped me meet Trey (my first crush) and expose me to the world of gay sex in a way that made it seem normal.  It therefore helped make ME feel normal.

I’m not suggesting every boy that would have experienced what I did would come out unscathed.  The fact that I was already playing around with playmates before that summer undoubtedly gave me a different perspective than someone who might have had no prior experiences.   Please don’t use my anecdote as justification to do things that may not work out so well for you (or him). 

I learned a lot of lessons that summer.  I learned that getting fucked can actually feel GOOD (not something I had ever considered).   I learned about gay sex in general and that it was more prevalent than I knew.   But the most important learning was that sex with someone that you love is on a whole different plane than sex just for sex sake.   Did I really love Trey? I don’t know, probably not.  But at the time, I was surely feeling an attachment that I’d never felt before and didn’t for a long time after.   The sex with Trey was unmatched for a very, very, very long time.

Thanks for reading my story.  I wish all my readers well and appreciate your feedback, comments, and questions.

Craig

My fictional stories can be found here:

https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/maxs-freudian-slip/

https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/incest/los-gallos-resort/

https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/resort-tales/