Date: Fri, 31 Jan 1997 21:52:25 -0800
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Subject: Chance Encounter, Pt. 1 (b/b/m) repost

[This story is wholly a work of fiction.  The author firmly believes that
sexual relations between adults and children should be confined to the realm
of fantasy.  Those who do not wish to read such fantasies should read no
further.  It is the author's sincere hope that his stories will serve as a way
for pedophiliac readers to get their rocks off without involving any real
children.]


CHANCE ENCOUNTER, Part One...

It was a Saturday morning about two months after my divorce.  My ex had the
house, and I was going nuts sitting around my stinking little apartment
surrounded by half-empty cartons I still hadn't finished unpacking.  I had to
get out.

I'm not sure what gave me the idea to go camping.  Maybe they were showing
"Deliverance" on TV.  Anyway, I tore open some more boxes until I found my old
camping gear, unused for over ten years.  My ex's idea of camping was a hotel
with fewer than four stars.

By noon, I was hiking along a trail into the state park, wondering if I was
making a big mistake.  Was sitting around a stinking little tent going to be
any better than sitting around a stinking little apartment?  The truth was I
needed some company, someone to just hang out with.  I'd needed that for
months, but my married friends and the desperate women I'd been meeting in
singles bars just weren't cutting it.

I pulled my map out of my pack and looked for the nearest trail shelter.  You
usually could count on meeting people at a shelter, and I'd probably be pretty
popular.  My canteen was full of scotch.

It took about three hours to get to High Top Shelter, and one look told me it
wouldn't be too popular with regulars in the park.  The roof had fallen in,
the remaining walls were crumbling, and nobody could have used the place for
two or three years.  So much for company.

To make matters worse, the sky was filling with dark gray clouds.  I'd be
stuck in my tent in the rain, just me and my scotch.  Unless I was careful,
I'd be too hung over to hike out the next day.  I thought about heading back
to my car right then, but it was too late.  Even if the rain held off, it
would be dark long before I could make my way out of the woods.

With no other option I could see, I pitched my tent, started a small fire, and
fried up some burger and beans.  A light rain started to fall as it began to
grow dark, so I crawled into my tent and had a couple of hits of scotch.  It
was just then that I heard the voice.  It was high and clear, and it said "Oh,
shit!"

Another voice joined in.  "Some shelter!  We're gonna get soaked."

"How was I supposed to know?" said the first.  "It's a new map, but it still
says there's a shelter here."

"Maybe we could rig up something with our ponchos," the other replied.

I was already pulling on my shoes.  I could tell by the voices that they were
just kids, boys probably.  The three of us could squeeze into my little tent
for the night.  They'd stay dry, and I'd have my company.  It might just be
fun.  My ex never wanted kids.  Having kids, she told me, would probably ruin
her figure.

"Hey, fellows," I called, "what's up?  No tent?"

"We were counting on the shelter," said the taller one.  Both were wearing big
plastic ponchos, so I couldn't tell much about them apart from their height,
but they seemed to be twelve or thirteen years old.

"Well, my tent is small, but it's dry.  You're welcome to join me if you'd
like."

I didn't have to ask twice.  We rigged up a little vestibule from a poncho to
cover most of our gear, and just took our sleeping bags, snacks, and a few
essentials inside.  In the light of my halogen lantern, I got my first good
look at them.

Robby, the bigger one, was a very cute just-about-adolescent with floppy brown
hair and the kind of cheeks old ladies love to pinch.  The smaller one was
named Peter.  The only way I can describe him is to say he had the face of an
angel.  Wavy, shoulder length blond hair set off perfect dark blue eyes with
long lashes my ex would have envied.  His nose and mouth were perfect, and his
lips seem perpetually ready to smile.

"Hey, I smell booze," said this little angel.  "Got any left?"

"Plenty," I replied, "but I'd rather you didn't barf on me."

"Shit, I can hold it.  Can't I, Robby?"

Robby concurred.  "Usually I steal some from my mother, but she finished it
all off before I could get to it this time.  Don't worry, though, we won't hog
it on you.  It doesn't take that much to get us buzzed."

Already buzzed myself, I passed the canteen around.  Each boy in turn
swallowed a healthy mouthful.  I had another snort, then passed it around
again.  We started telling stories about times we'd been roaring drunk, and I
started to feel like a teenager again.  After another couple of rounds, both
boys were getting pretty giggly.

"A joint would be great about now," said angelic Peter.  "Got any weed?"

Grass was one more thing my ex disapproved of, because it made you break your
diet.  "Sorry," I said, "wish I did."

"Really?" asked Robby.

"It's been a while, but I used to get high a lot," I replied truthfully.

"Well, then," said Robby, producing a neatly rolled joint and matches, "let's
party."

It was good stuff, better than I remembered from the old days, and we gobbled
down the food we had in short order.  Between the booze and the grass and our
three bodies jammed together in the small tent, I started to feel pretty warm,
despite the dampness.  I tried to get out of my sweatshirt, but with the close
quarters and the clumsiness of being high, I was having a hard time.

"Come on, Robby," said Peter, "let's give him a hand."  Robby seemed to think
that was a very funny idea, but he helped Peter pull the sweatshirt up over my
face.  As Robby continued yanking on the sweatshirt, I could feel Peter open
my jeans and yank them down to my knees.  As I struggled out of my sleeves and
lay there laughing, Peter grabbed my cuffs and pulled my jeans the rest of the
way off.  As he climbed back up from the foot of the tent, he gave my package
a little squeeze.

"Okay," said Robby, "now let's get Peter!"

Peter pretended to struggle when I pulled him on top of me and pinned his
hands.  Both boys were wearing sweatsuits, so Robby had no trouble getting
Peter's pants off, underwear and all.  I could see Peter's tiny little hard-on
sticking straight up, and somewhat to my surprise, I noticed I was half hard
myself.

"You won't get my shirt," Peter shouted as he shifted in my grip and somehow
got himself turned around on top of me, so that my head wound up between his
legs and I was looking at the sweet white mounds of his ass sticking up and
his tight little scrotum pointing down.  Robby must have tickled him while
trying to get the shirt off, because he suddenly jerked back and laughed as he
rubbed his smooth, hairless crotch all over my face.  As if it had a will of
its own, my tongue popped out of my mouth and licked his hard little
three-incher from its circumcised head right down and over his balls,
prompting even more wiggling.

"I'll get you," Peter laughed, pushing down my underpants and sucking the end
of my now raging hard-on into his deceptively angelic-looking mouth.

"Hey, save some for me," complained Robby.  "I've still got all my clothes
on!"

We remedied that problem immediately.  Peter detatched himself from my cock
and we both grabbed Robby, yanking his sweatshirt up and his sweatpants down
in about three seconds.  While Peter's body was delicate, Robby's was more
substantial.  Although hairless and circumcised like his friend's, Robby's
cock was both longer and thicker, and his balls were the size of a man's. 
Like the cheeks of his face, the cheeks of Robby's ass made you want to pinch
them or, better yet, bite into them like ripe peaches.

Peter must have been thinking along these lines too, because when Robby rolled
on his stomach in a mock attempt to get away, Peter buried his angelic face
right in the cleft of Robby's ass.  Some wet noises and a gasp from Robby let
me know that Peter's tongue was busy in Robby's asshole.  Not directly engaged
for the moment, I had a chance to think of how only the day before I couldn't
have imagined how turned on I could get fooling around with two little boys.

"Okay," said Peter, coming up for air, "I did his hole so you can do his
dick."  Taking the cue, Robby rolled on his back and sort of waved his four
inches at my face.  It looked delicious.

It was.  That throbbing hunk of boymeat was the best thing I'd ever had in my
mouth, and despite my lack of experience, I seemed to have a natural talent
for cocksucking.  Robby let out a scream of delight, and started humping my
mouth so hard he'd have choked me if he'd been any bigger.  I kept my tongue
moving on his cockhead, trying to give him the best orgasm he'd ever had. 
Reaching between his legs, I slipped a finger up his ass, which was still
slick from Peter's tongue.

Noticing a change in Robby's squeals of pleasure, I peeked up and saw that
Peter had seated himself on his friend's face.  First his cocklet and both
little balls would disappear into Robby's mouth, then he'd slide his asshole
in place to be hungrily probed by his friend's tongue.

"Oh, shit," Peter cried.  "I think I have to have it real soon."  Have what, I
wondered.  I soon found out.

Stage managed by Peter, we changed positions.  I lay on my back, and Peter lay
on top of me for a classic 69.  As Peter expertly sucked my cock and I tongued
his sweet little cock and balls, Robby climbed on top and pushed his own cock
deep into Peter's ass.  It was an amazing sensation, licking that little
package while getting the best blow job of my life, and watching a young cock
slide in and out of a tight little asshole about an inch in front of my nose.

I could see that Peter truly loved the feeling of a cock in his ass.  Every
time Robby bore down, Peter strained upward to meet the oncoming thrust.  I
reached up and caressed Robby's bucking ass as he fucked his friend, dipping
my finger into his pulsating hole.  When Robby reached down and did the same
to me, I couldn't hold myself back any longer.

I exploded, shooting wad after wad into Peter's mouth, feeling Peter swallow
it down as fast as I could squirt it.  At the same time, I felt Robby's hole
tighten around my finger as he shot his own load into Peter's ass.  As my
orgasm ended I just lay there, buried in boys and feeling good in every part
of my body.  I heard Robby sigh.

"Are you guys done already?" asked Peter.  "Shit, I was just getting warmed
up!"

"When you're old enough to squirt," Robby replied, "you'll feel different.  We
need a few minutes to relax before we can start again."

As for me, I thought I'd need more than a few minutes, but I was willing to
try again just as soon as I could.


CHANCE ENCOUNTER, Part Two...

Now that Nick has told you how me and Peter met him, it's my turn to add to
the story.  First, though, I should tell you some more about us.  Peter is my
best friend and the horniest kid I ever met, even though he can't even squirt
yet.  We met three years ago when he moved into the apartment house where I
lived and wound up in the same class at school too.

Like I said, Peter is very horny.  The first time he came to my house he got
me to pull my pants down for him and wound up sucking my dick.  We were only
nine then, and I didn't even know people did that kind of stuff.  I remember
how it happened.

We were in my room just hanging out with nothing much to do, and he asked if I
wanted to arm wrestle.  I was bigger than him, so I said okay, and we did, and
I won.  Well, before I know what's happening he gets up and pulls down his
pants and starts wiggling his bare ass around.  "What are you doing?" I ask
him, and he says that's how they play arm wrestle in his old neighborhood, the
loser has to show the winner his "boner."

Well, I was pretty lame back then, but I knew what a boner was, and his little
dick was sticking up so stiff you could have hung your hat on it.  "Okay," he
says, "now we'll try it with our left hands."  Well, I didn't know it, but he
was a lefty and he beat me.

I felt embarassed about pulling down my pants, but he had done it so I did it
too.  "No fair," he says, "you don't have a boner."  Sure enough, I was soft. 
I tried pulling on it to make it hard, but it wasn't working, I guess I was
too nervous.  And then Peter says "I can make it hard for you."

Well I guess you know what happened next.  He got down on his knees in front
of me and took my dick in his mouth and started tickling it with his tongue. 
Right away I pulled myself out of his mouth.  "Hey," I said, "that tickles."

"But it's starting to work," he answers.  Sure enough, I look at my dick and
it's almost all hard.  "Come on," he says, "don't be a baby.  Let me do it
some more."  I let him do it again, only this time the tickling felt pretty
good, only then we heard my mother yell from the other room asking what the
hell we were doing in there, so we had to stop.

To be honest, I thought Peter was pretty weird, but we kept going to each
other's houses and we got to be best friends right away.  We did a lot of
fooling around when we had a chance, especially when one of us got to sleep
over the other one's house.  We had to be real quiet, though, so our mothers
wouldn't hear.

I liked going to Peter's better than staying at my house.  I hate being there
when my mother gets drunk, and Peter has a lot of good stuff.  Both our
mothers are divorced, but his dad sends a nice check every month and a lot of
good presents.  My mother supports us by writing shitty romance novels, one
after another, at least when she's sober enough to type.  It's not a great
living.

Anyway, Peter showed me a lot of neat tricks we could do to each other with
our lips and our tongues and our fingers.  The first time he licked my
butthole I thought he was crazy, but it didn't take long before I was doing it
to him too, and fingering him as deep as I could.  What he really wanted was
my cock up his ass, but I was too little back then.  All I could get in was
the very end, and that kept falling out.

Peter thought sucking my cock might make it grow faster, so he made sure to
suck it every chance he could.  I did the same for him, of course, but neither
one of us got past two inches until this year, when I started to grow real
fast.  Now I could fuck him, and he could even fuck me a little, but we hardly
ever got the chance to really go at it.

That's what our camping trip was supposed to be for.  We would go out in the
woods where it was nice and private and we could do whatever we wanted as loud
as we wanted for the whole weekend.  It was hard to talk our mothers into
letting us go, but we finally did it.  You can imagine how we felt when it
started raining and the shelter we meant to stay in was all broken down. 
Lucky we found Nick, and lucky Peter had the balls to keep trying until we
found out Nick was cool.

Nick's dick looked really big to me when it was hard, but since Nick's is the
only grown-up stiffie I've seen so far, I can't really say how it compares to
other men.  Just the same, as soon as I saw Peter sucking on it I knew that
sooner or later I would have to find out just how far it would fit up Peter's
ass.

Nick already told you how Peter set it up so they could 69 while I was fucking
Peter full blast.  From my position I could watch Peter doing Nick's blow job.
 He was squeezing the base of Nick's cock with his left hand, and he was
squeezing Nick's hairy balls with his right, and I couldn't believe how much
of Nick's big dick he could get inside his mouth at one time!  It must have
been almost going down his throat, far enough so he should have gagged, but he
didn't.

I was fucking Peter harder and faster than I'd ever been able to do at home,
and his tight little asshole kept trying to suck my dick in further and
further.  When Nick's finger went up my ass I felt like shock waves pass
through my body, and I think I must have been screaming, it felt so good. 
Peter must have sucked Nick especially good about then, because Nick's knees
came up and his thighs closed around the sides of Peter's head.

I quickly wet my finger and felt around for Nick's hole, which I knew was wide
open right then.  When I slid it home, his asshole felt just as tight as
Peter's.  It sucked at my finger the same way Peter's hole was sucking at my
dick.  Nick's whole body started to buck, and I could see his cock and balls
throbbing in Peter's hands as he squirted his juice in my friend's mouth.  I
couldn't hold back any longer, and I let all my juice go into Peter's ass.  In
the four months or so I'd been able to squirt, it was absolutely the best I'd
ever felt it.

As I was coming, I sort of hoped I would get to see some of Nick's juice,
mostly to see if it looked the same as mine.  No such luck, because Peter
swallowed every last drop, and kept trying to get more even as Nick's dick
started getting softer.  When Peter finally let it out of his mouth, he gave
it a little kiss, like he was saying "Thank you" or something.  Peter's my
best friend, but sometimes he's weird.

Like Nick already told you, Peter was ready for more, but Nick and me needed a
rest.  We cleaned up a little with a wet washcloth and a towel.  I know it
sounds funny, but none of us likes to suck a cock after it's been up someone's
ass without a little cleaning up, even though we'll stick our tongues right up
the same hole where the cock had been.

I will tell you what happened later, but not right now.  Putting our story on
the internet was Peter's idea, and his turn comes next.  He says we have to
take turns telling about what happened, so that's what we're doing.  He really
likes the idea of strange men jerking off from reading about what we did, and
it's his turn next to say what it was like.  So I guess the next time I talk
to you will be part 5.  So long now.


CHANCE ENCOUNTER, Part Three...

When Robby tells you I am hornier than most kids, he is not fooling around.  I
been this way as long as I can remember.  Back when every other little kid was
playing with toy trucks and blocks and stuff like that, I already liked to
play with cocks a whole lot more, and when other people played with mine.  I
was always willing to share my toys.

By the way, I like playing with pussies too, but mostly I don't get the
chance.  Maybe when I'm older I'll do more of that, but I don't think I'll
ever stop liking cocks.  And balls.  And buttholes.  You get the idea.

It's true I can't squirt yet, even though I'm already twelve, and that pisses
me off a lot.  Robby is only a couple of months older and he can do it, and
nobody can say I haven't been practicing.  I've been practicing all my like.

Maybe it's my brother who made me this way.  He's nine years older than me,
and we shared a room until our parents split and he went with Pops while I had
to stay with Enid.  My mother likes me to call her Enid, probably thinking she
can pass for my sister.  She can't.

Anyway, my  brother Jeff was always extra horny himself, and he told me that
when I was just born he would take me out of my crib and get me to suck on his
little dick like it was a pacifier.  I don't remember that, of course, but I
guess it's true because I can't remember a time when I didn't suck his dick
yet.  The earliest I remember I was about three and he was the age I am now. 
Pops and Enid would be fighting out in the living room (we lived in a
two-bedroom apartment) and I would be crying and he'd say "Petey, don't let
them bother you.  We don't need them>"

And then he'd pull down my pants and my underpants and take my little weiner
in his mouth and tongue it gently till I stopped crying.  Then he'd put my
little balls in too and suck a little harder until I was feeling much better. 
I was so little then he could even reach his tongue to my asshole while my
dick was in his mouth.

Then it would be his turn, and I'd climb on top of him backwards and pull his
boner out of his pants and suck it while he reached his head up between my
legs and did my butthole with his tongue.  His dick was still pretty small
back then, so it never hurt at all when he turned me around and fucked my ass.
 I guess my butthole stretched out little by little as his dick grew, and his
dick grew into the biggest I've seen so far.

Meanwhile, Enid and Pops would finish their fight the usual way, with her
locking herself up in their bedroom and him going out and slamming the door. 
Jeff usually kept the radio on, but I don't think it really mattered whether
or not Enid heard us.  I can think of one time Jeff came real loud, and all
Enid did was to yell through the wall to stop making so much noise.

Jeff didn't keep me to himself.  He liked the feel of a dick in his ass too,
and my little pecker wouldn't do the trick, so he would use me to get other
boys up to the apartment and hot enough to mess around.  I was five when he
started bringing his friends around.  They would be talking about jerking off,
which as you know is something that fourteen-year-olds do, and Jeff would tell
them how he got his little brother (me) to do it for him and I'd do it for
them too if they wanted.

Well, usually they wanted.  I'd start by giving them all hand jobs, and then
I'd give Jeff his blow job, and their eyes would start bugging out of their
heads!  So I'd blow one of them, and meanwhile Jeff would get behind me and
put some spit on his cock and start fucking me.

Before you knew it, they'd all be fucking me, and fucking Jeff, and fucking
each other, and eveybody'd be having a great time.  I remember some of them
would get real embarassed once we were all done, and we wouldn't see those
kids anymore, but some of them came back over and over again.  I thought it
was real cool that I got to hang out with the big kids.  I was the most
popular kindergarten kid in the ninth grade!

Enid and Pops finally split when I was nine, and I guess some of it was my
fault.  Jeff had gone away to college, and so had almost all the guys who had
been most of my sex life for the past five years, and I was missing it.  I'd
messed around a little with kids my age, and even had a chance to lick some
little hairless pussies, but there was nothing regular at all.

Well, one night Enid goes to the ballet with "the girls" and Pops has to stay
home with me.  He was half lit when Enid left, and he started hitting the
vodka even harder after she was gone.  I guess I felt sorry for him, and even
if he'd never been what you'd call a great father, I always liked him more
than Enid.

Funny thing was I didn't even feel horny when I crawled up in his lap and
hugged him.  Right off the bat he starts crying.  This was a new one on me,
and I didn't know what to do, so I just hugged him some more and kissed him. 
And before you know it we're kissing like crazy, and not long after that his
cock's in my mouth.  To me, it was just the natural thing to do, but I don't
think he'd have let me if he wasn't drunk.

Well tell me how often a ballerina breaks her leg and they end the ballet
almost two hours early!  Neither one of us heard the door opening.  That was
the end of that marriage, and you know the checks were always right on time
too!  He knew she could have put his ass in jail.  Just the same, Jeff almost
alwaays goes to Pops on his breaks from college.  I wonder if they do it.

So me and Enid moved to Robby's neighborhood, and Robby already told you how
we met.  I can tell you I wanted him the first time I saw him, and if I had
had to beat him in that first arm wrestle instead of lose I would have found
some way to do it.  And I was right too, because his dick tastes better than
anything I ever ate.

When Robby finally got big enough to fuck me, I thought I was in heaven.  His
cock is still much smaller than Jeff's or some of the other guys I was with,
but it feels better.  He'll be embarassed about my writing this, but I know
it's because we love each other.  When you love someone and he loves you too,
his dick is the best dick you can imagine, even if it's a lot littler than
some other dicks you've had.  I love you, Robby.

So when Enid and Robby's mom said we could go camping, I couldn't wait.  All I
could think about was that sweet dick of his ramming hard up my ass, and how
we'd be somewhere I could yell as loud as I liked and just let out how good I
felt when his cockhead hit that tingly spot and his balls slapped against me
as he shoved it in and out, over and over again.

Well you already know how we met Nick.  I want you to know that Nick is a
really sweet guy, and the best friend me and Robby could have.  I really think
that if me and Robby had wanted to have each other without Nick that night, he
would have just laid back and jerked off and let us do what we wanted.  The
truth is, though, that both of us really wanted to mess around with him.  I
thought about it, and it could be because neither one of us has a father any
more.  It could also be just because he's a good guy and we liked him.

So let me go right to the sex.  It wasn't hard at all to get Nick turned on,
even if he never did a boy before.  Like he told us afterwards, he'd been
making do with his hand for quite a while.  I liked Nick's dick the minute I
saw it.  Some men have nasty looking things, all crooked and veiny and bent,
but Nick's is really nice.  It's so smooth, and it just curves out a little
when it's hard.  Also, I like that he's not too hairy.  Guys who are too hairy
always smell bad, and the hair gets stuck in your teeth.

Just the same, it was Robby's dick that had first dibs on my ass, so I set it
up for him to fuck me first.  Like the other guys told you, I got into a 69
with Nick with my ass up in the air for Robby to fuck.  I figured Robby had
never seen a grown man hard before, so I guessed it would make him really hot
to see me going down on that big dick.

It did.  Robby plowed his four inches up my ass so hard it felt like six.  He
rammed it into me so hard it felt like he was trying to follow it, to fuck me
to push his whole body up my hole.  Meanwhile Nick pumping his bigger dick
right up against my tonsils, and whatever I couldn't fit in my throat and
mouth I was tubbing and squeezing with my hands.  It was the first time I'd
been so full of dick since Jeff and his friends had gone to college, but it
was much better because one dick was the boy I loved more than anyone and the
other was the man I suddenly wanted for my daddy.

I was watching when Robby's finger slid up Nick's ass.  It was like he'd
pulled a trigger, because everything went bang.  Nick emptied shot after shot
of hot cum into my mouth exactly when Robby pumped hot wads deep into my ass. 
My whole body started shaking, and I felt my asshole milking Robby's dick
while I sucked every salty-sweet droplet I could from Nick.  It was
outstanding.

The only trouble was I still wanted more and both of them were going soft.  I
guess I must have complained because they both mentioned it when they wrote
their parts.  Just the same, I could wait till part two, because I knew what I
wanted next.  There was Nick's beautiful, smooth dick, still half hard and
twitching a little.  And there were the two beautiful white globes of Robby's
ass.  More than anything, right then, I wanted to see Nick's dick sliding in
and out of Robby's virgin ass.

But that's for later in the story.  It will be Nick's turn to write part four.


CHANCE ENCOUNTER, Part Four...

Peter, that insatiable little taskmaster, has sent me back to the keyboard to
continue the story of our first meeting.  "Just think," he says.  "Hundreds of
hard cocks.  Thousands.  All because of you!  Think of the dirty old men who
couldn't get it for years, and the teenage boys who never got anything better
than a computer screen.  And the married guys thinking about us while they get
it off with their wives."

Robby's giggle is muffled between the cheeks of Peter's insatiable little ass.
 While I slave away at the computer, Peter is having his asshole eaten by his
best friend.  I can't complain, though.  I know how well I'll be rewarded as
soon as I'm done.

If you read our earlier installments, you know quite a lot about us already,
even if you skipped right to the sweaty parts.  After all, you are what you
eat, they say.  Yes, I didn't even suspect I might have an interest in little
boys until I met Peter and Robby, and yes, if I hadn't been both drunk and
stoned I might never have done what I did that night.  But I was, and I did,
and I loved it, so let's get back to the story.

We'd generated quite a lot of heat in my little tent, but while Robby and I
were recovering from our really first-rate orgasms we all started to feel a
little chilly.  We spread open one of our sleeping bags on the floor, used
another as a blanket, and the third as a pillow.  I was kind of surprised when
both boys cuddled up against me in a very sweet, loving way.  Still more than
a little freaked out with myself, I decided that Robby was just tired, and
that Peter, our young social director and choreographer, was still horny.

Since then I've seen that both boys are genuinely affectionate, even though
Peter is always genuinely horny as well.  Despite my doubts, I enjoyed the
feeling of their soft and smooth young bodies rubbing up against me.  Now I
hadn't had a double-header with my ex for almost three years before our
divorce, but with these two little brats I knew I'd be ready for more action
in no time at all.

Peter did his best to speed things along.  "Hey, Nick, doesn't Robby have cute
ass?"

"A beautiful ass," I replied, giving that beautiful ass a squeeze with my left
hand.  "And so do you," I continued, squeezing Peter's with my right hand.

"Yeah, but his is so nice and round.  I wish my dick would hurry up and grow
big enough so I could fuck him."

"You might still be small, but you're big enough to put it up him.  Why don't
you try?"

"I do, but every time I start humping it falls out.  With only my little dick,
he's just the same as a virgin."

Robby, on my left, joined the conversation.  "It's no big deal.  I might not
even like it."

"Of course you'd like it," said Peter.  "There's a place up in there that
makes you feel so good it's like nothing else.  Why do you think I like it so
much when you do it to me?"

"I dunno.  You're weird."

"No, you're scared.  Otherwise you'd let Nick fuck you and you'd find out how
good it feels."

Robby reached his left hand over and slid it along my cock, which, by this
time, was mostly hard again.  "Shit," he said, "he's gigantic.  Nick's dick
would never fit up my ass without hurting like a son of a bitch."

"Ah, he's not big," said Peter, totally insensitive to my ego.  "My brother's
twice as fat and about three inches longer.  Take a good look at Nick's dick. 
Didn't you ever take a shit bigger than that?"

By this time, Peter also was stroking me, and I was rock hard.  I ran a finger
around the rim of Robby's hole, still slick from the finger fucking I'd given
him before, and hoped Peter would be really persuasive.

"Well," said Robby, "I'll try it if you go first."

"It's a deal," Peter replied.  "Slide on down there and get us both good and
wet."

We did another awkward rearrangement, given the small size of my tent.  I
stayed on my back, Peter lay face up on top of me, and Robby scuttled down
between our legs, where he could get at both of us at the same time.  Peter
lifted his knees and Robby went to work, sucking and licking my cock and
Peter's hole, and using his hands to rub my hardon all over Peter's incredibly
soft and smooth crotch.

"Work your thumb up there so it's good and slippery," Peter instructed his
friend.  I couldn't see what was happening, but the way Peter started to
squirm told me that Robby was making a good job of it.  He was doing a good
job on me as well, licking upwards from my balls to the head of my cock with
amazing skill, considering that the only cock he'd eaten before was Peter's,
less than half the size of mine.

"Okay," Peter panted, "go on and stick him in me now."

"Are you sure?" Robby asked, still slightly awed by the first adult erection
he'd seen.

"Of course I'm sure, you moron!  Do it!  Now!"

Robby guided my cock to Peter's sweet rosebud of an asshole.  To tell the
truth, I felt a little nervous myself.  I'd never fucked anyone's ass before,
and there I was doing it for the first time with a little boy.  Peter,
however, knew exactly what he was doing.  My cock slid home like it knew all
along that the place it wanted to be most of all was buried to the hilt in
Peter's hole.  The sensation was so intense I couldn't even move for a few
seconds.

"Wow!" said Robby.  "Look at that!"

"Come on, Nicky," Peter complained.  "Don't just lay there, fuck me!"

My cock was harder than it ever had been in my life, even harder than my first
time with a girl back in high school.  If I hadn't come just a little while
earlier, I think I would have shot my load right then and there.  Slowly, I
started working my cock in and out of Peter's tight butt.

"Oh, that's good," he said.  "Do it faster."

Holding on to Peter with my left hand while fingering his little cocklet with
my right, I began to hump faster and harder.  Robby got back into the act,
licking all around the juncture of my cock and his friend's hole as we fucked.
 I started pounding even faster and harder until I felt Peter begin to squirm,
his hole hungrily sucking at my dick.  Something that sounded like a high
pitched war whoop signalled the onset of a very intense little boy orgasm.  I
felt like I was ready to join him.

"No!" he screamed.  "Don't come yet.  You've got to save it for Robby!  Robby,
get up here and sit on my face!"

Despite having come a little while earlier, it was really hard to hold myself
back, especially when I saw Robby's truly beautiful round ass being lowered
onto his friend's face only a few inches in front of my eyes.  Peter took hold
of Robby's legs and pulled the sweet, almost virgin hole down onto his mouth. 
I was just about able to reach around and massage Robby's dick and balls while
Peter's tongue did it's work.  My own dick was still buried in Peter.

When Peter decided Robby was ready, he let his friend know with a little kiss
on one creamy white cheek.  Robby rolled off us, and then Peter, with a little
twist, expertly slipped himself off my raging hardon.  I was so hard it hurt,
and all I really wanted to do was get it someplace where it could happily blow
its load.

"Okay, you guys," said Peter, suddenly serious, "you've both got to do exactly
what I say.  I want my best friend's first real fuck to be a good one, and
neither one of you really knows what you're doing."

"You're the boss," I replied, a statement that has held through throughout our
three-way relationship, and remains true to this day..

"Okay, Nick, you stay on your back.  Robby, what you're gonna do is kind of
fuck yourself on Nick's cock.  First sit on his stomach.  No, not that way,
facing him."  Robby did as he was told.

"We're gonna do it like this.  You get up on your knees a little.  I'll hold
Nick's cock against your hole and you just let yourself down on it, a little
at a time."

"Okay, I'll try it," Robby replied.  I could see he was nervous because his
cock had gone soft.  It made him look much smaller and much younger.  Peter
noticed this as well.

"Don't worry," he said.  "As soon as Nick's boner hits your tickle spot your
dick'll spring right up again.  Just relax and kind of push out a little, and
he'll go right in."

Peter put my cockhead on target and Robby eased himself down.  I felt his ring
of muscle tighten around the end of my cock.

"Just relax," said Peter.  "You don't get all tight when I finger you."  Robby
relaxed, slid down on me another two inches, then tightened up and gasped. 
"It's okay," Peter told him.  "You're doing great.  Just a little more and
you'll be there."

Robby was looking a little teary, but he really wanted to please his best
friend.  He let out a deep sigh and sat the rest of the way down on my cock. 
The change in his attitude was almost instant.  His little boner returned, and
he tentatively began to move around a little on my happy hardon, which seemed
to swell a bit once it was back in a place it wanted to be.

"What now?" asked Robby.  "Do I bounce up and down like you do?"

"I'll get you moving right," Peter answered, and put his mouth down on Robby's
hard shaft.  As Peter sucked him, Robby began to squirm harder and harder on
my dick.  Soon he began humping at Peter's mouth, which sent his asshole
dancing up and down on my dick.  I had no choice but to match him stroke for
stroke.

It couldn't have been more than a minute later when Robby came in Peter's
mouth.  His beautiful ass tightened around me, milking jolt after jolt of hot
juice out of my throbbing cock as I came at the same time.  When we were done,
Robby collapsed on top of me, moaning softly.  Peter climbed on top of him,
and leaned around to plant a little kiss on his cheek.

"See," said Peter, "what did I tell you?"  Robby's face broke into a wide
grin.


CHANCE ENCOUNTER, Part 5

I know my friend Peter as good as anyone could, and I knew he wouldn't be
satisfied until he got Nick's cock up my ass.  All the time I knew him before
that he was trying to get me to put things in my ass -- a carrot, a cucumber,
every kind of vegetable you can think of.  I let him do a small carrot once,
but that was it.  I don't even like to EAT vegetables.

Like I said, I hadn't ever seen a grown-up's boner before, and I have to admit
I thought Nick's was pretty cool.  After I saw Peter suck on it, I thought it
would be pretty cool to try that myself, but when I thought about it up my ass
I wasn't too happy.  I mean, it wasn't as fat around as the cucumber, but it
sure was bigger than the carrot.  And to tell you the truth, once I got a good
look at a grown-up stiffie, I thought maybe Peter had been bullshitting me
about getting it up the ass by his brother and the guys his brother brought
around.  When I said for him to go first, I didn't really think he'd do it.

Well, he did it, alright, and so did I.

Peter says I have to tell everything, right now, which is not exactly fair,
since my ass is so slick from him eating it I might even be able to do the
cucumber, and sitting here at the keyboard while he sits on Nick's face
getting some good tongue is making me even hornier and very impatient.  Now
he's waving Nick's hard cock at me, and saying I can't play till I get my work
done!

Peter always gets his way, so I'd better just tell you what happened, but it's
Peter's turn to type next, and you can bet I'll be doing stuff with Nick that
will make Peter type very fast!

Well, after my first come that night, we were just laying there in sort of a
three-way hug, kind of getting our breath back.  Peter starts petting my ass,
which he always likes to do.  Peter loves my ass, and he starts telling Nick
how cute it is, and Nick says sure, and so's yours, but then Peter's saying
Nick should fuck me.  Anyway, that's when I said to him he should go first.  I
didn't have to ask twice.

In the meanwhile we are playing with Nick's cock, which gets nice and hard
again, and finally I get to suck on it.  Peter lays down on his back, on top
of Nick, of course, and says I should get both of them good and wet.  I'm
happy to do it.  Peter has a sweet little hole which doesn't taste shitty at
all, just good, but that's not what I was mostly interested in right then,
because I was about to suck my first big cock.

Nick is not a super hairy guy, but he has a nice bush which is kind of soft,
not scratchy.    I never knew why anybody needed hair down there until I got
my nose down into Nick's and smelled that beautiful sweet man smell trapped in
there.  I got almost dizzy when I smelled that, it smelled so good.  Peter
says most guys don't smell that good, and some of his brother's friends
actually smelled bad enough so he didn't want to eat them.  I guess that's
true, but Nick smells terrific.

While I was getting them wet I was rubbing Nick's dick around on Peter's balls
and on his butt.  Nick's dickhead was dark red against Peter's white white
skin.  I couldn't see their faces, just their dicks and balls and holes, kind
of like special toys just for me to play with.  I would have just played like
that for a long time, but Peter reminded me he was waiting to get fucked and
said I should stick my thumb up to get him ready.  I wet my thumb in my mouth
and pushed it right in and wiggled it around until Peter said to stick Nick up
his ass instead.

When I put the head of Nick's dick up against Peter's asshole it just slid
right in.  Now if you could see Peter's asshole when he just bent over with
nothing in it, you would think it was just a cute little pucker, but boy,
Nick's dick slid right in, and with one push he was buried right up to the
hilt!  I couldn't believe it when I saw that big dick disappear in that little
hole!

Then Peter starts yelling "Fuck me, fuck me!" and Nick starts ramming his cock
in and out of Peter and their balls are jiggling around and it's like nothing
I ever saw in my life.  Well, I'm right there, so I stick my face right up
against that crazy fucking and start licking everything in sight!  I could
have come again just like that, but Peter yells "Stop!" and somehow Nick
manages to stop, because it's my turn.

I had forgotten that the deal was first Peter, then me.  I took a look at
Nick's big, long dick, the same dick I loved sucking so much.  I thought about
it going up my ass, and I lost my hardon, even though by this time Peter's got
me sitting on his face and he's getting my ass all slick and squishy with his
tongue.  Maybe Peter was just naturally stretchy, but I thought when it was me
it would hurt.  A lot.

Just the same, a deal's a deal, especially with Peter, so I knew I would have
to try.   Peter, naturally, was still bossing us around.  Nick had to lay on
his back, and then I had to sit facing him, like when you're play wrestling
and you get someone down and tickle their nose with grass.  Except I was the
one who was going to get tickled.  At least I hoped it would tickle.

I guess Nick told you how it was.  Peter pointed Nick's hard cock at my ass
and told me to sit on it, which I guess was a good way to do it since I got to
decide for myself how fast it went into me.  Just the same, the first couple
of inches  hurt, mostly because I was scared and I tightened up.  Peter told
me to push out, though, and that worked.  My hole opened up and I could sit
the rest of the way down, kind of amazed at the way it felt to have Nick hot
and throbbing way up inside me.

I wasn't sure what to do next, so I asked Peter if I should bounce up and down
or something.  He said something like "I'll take care of that" and glommed
right down on my dick, which had gone hard again as soon as Nick's boner had
slid all the way in.  Peter gives great blowjobs, but that time he did even
better than usual.  I couldn't hold still with him sucking me like that, and
before I knew it I was bobbing around on Nick's cock, feeling like electricity
sparking from the bottoms of my feet to the top of my head.

Nick grabbed one of my butt cheeks in each hand and squeezed them hard while
he pounded his cock up my ass over and over again.  It felt so incredible.   I
think I must have been screaming and moaning loud enough so the fire ranger
must have heard me up in his tower miles away.  I'm not sure who came first,
me or Nick, but it was close.  I felt him unloading up my ass while I was
pumping everything I had into Peter's mouth.

I like being fucked, and that was the night I found out.  And now my turn
writing the story is over, and Peter can sit here and help you old pervs get
your rocks off, and I can sit on Nick's cock and feel him pump in and out of
my hole until I feel his hot juice shooting up inside me and I spray my own
come right up his chest and into his face.

I hope you like reading our story.  We had a great time doing it!

..............................................................................
....until our hearts turn like the seasons....................................
............................................and we are all acrobats of love...
...................(Valerio)..................................................