Date: Mon, 2 Feb 2015 11:16:53 -0500
From: J. A. Kidd
Subject: Dream Boy - Chapter 2 - the New Sensation

	Spring brought more than warmth and blooming flowers. It came with
more than fresh grass and budding trees.

	That spring brought a new sensation for me.

	We gathered in Johnny's bedroom one Friday evening. A week of
school was behind us and a weekend ahead. We flipped through the magazines
until we all had boners, then I went to work, sucking first one then the
next then the next.

	We sat around afterwards, still thumbing through the dirty
pictures. Johnny told us to sit quiet for a bit. He disappeared and went
down the hall to his parents' bedroom, returning with what looked like a
really large toothpaste tube. It had a K and a Y on it.

	He had also brought several hand towels and washcloths.

	He explained that it was "lube" and what it was for. He told us
that he had done it with the Kid at the base where he used to live. He had
watched (secretly) as his father had done it to his mother. We looked once
again at the pictures. Bruce was worried that it wouldn't work, so I showed
him the picture of a man getting his peter into a boy. "If it works for
them, it'll work for us," I insisted.

	There was no reason I could come up with for being so insistent,
but I wanted to try this so bad. So very bad.

	Jason was reluctant. Bruce was scared. Johnny was increasingly
excited. I was horny as all get out.

	"Okay," Johnny told them. "I'll go first."

	In an instant, I was naked and on all fours, like the boy in the
magazine.

	I heard the lid pop as he opened the tube and a few seconds later,
I felt slippery fingers rubbing my butthole. He slipped one finger inside.
At first, it felt invasive, but the sensation quickly became wonderful. I
lay my head on the floor, pressing my face to the thin carpet. As Johnny
worked a second finger into me, I started moving back and forth against his
probing.

	I let out a moan.

	"It's hurting him," Bruce said quietly.

	"No," I sighed. "It feels good."

	That was all he needed to hear. Johnny got up behind me and a
second later, I felt something a little bigger than a finger being pushed
into me. It was amazing. I loved it. He started moving in and out, I found
myself moving along with him. He grabbed my hips for leverage and increased
his speed. Before long, he was slapping his pelvis against my butt cheeks
as he drove into me. I couldn't explain it, but I felt wonderful. I backed
into him as he drove forward. He was pumping into me with growing force and
I was aching for more.

	When he leaned down and lay across my back, the warmth was so
magnificent that I shot a load onto the floor. It was the most intense
orgasm I had ever had. It was better than when Bruce had sucked me off. And
I hadn't even had to touch my pecker. A second later, growling in my ear as
he did so, Johnny sent his load up inside my butt. He had taken my
butt-cherry. He had fucked me.

	I was so happy, I sighed and actually said, "Thank you."

	As timid as he was, Bruce took me next. He didn't last long.

	Jason was the one I was waiting for. He was the thickest and the
longest (not by much, mind you). When he got behind me, he wasn't slow on
his entry, he simply plunged in and started pounding. He must have been
getting hornier and hornier watching the other two fuck me, because he went
at me like a beast. GAWD, he fucked me hard. I was grunting and moaning
with his every thrust.

	I had found a new game. It became part of our playtime. It got to
where I would insist on it.

	That may have been what drove Jason away. He told us that he had a
girlfriend, a real girlfriend. He was getting "funny feelings" about what
we were doing. He promised he wouldn't tell anyone, but that he wouldn't be
coming around anymore.

	I said Goodbye the only way I knew how. I let him fuck me one last
time. "As hard as you want," I told him. He did not disappoint.

	And, just like that, we were back to three.

	The spring went on that way. The after school meetings slowed down,
seeing as how we each had friends that were not involved to play with or go
riding bikes with, but weekends, especially Saturday nights were a
can't-miss.

	It was the first weekend in April when Bruce told us that he was
going to stop coming as well. He was getting more and more nervous about us
being found out and didn't want to play anymore. He made the same promise.
It would be our secret. Johnny (I found out later) had threatened to beat
both he and Jason up if he said anything.

	Neither of them did.

	Three became two. Johnny and I started spending a lot of time
together. We rode our bikes back into the thick woods behind the ranges,
when we knew the Scouts weren't back there camping, and had quite a few
encounters in nature. I liked it fine, but preferred the relative privacy
and warmth of his bedroom. Of course, If he wanted me to suck his dick, I
did. If he wanted to fuck me up the ass, I let him. I would never think of
saying No.

	I spent every Saturday night at his place.

	On the last day of school, Johnny somehow convinced Bruce to come
by one last time.

	Back and forth they went. One in my mouth and one up my butt. Clean
off and switch places. Go again. Repeat process. I had several more
no-touch orgasms. Johnny had learned to put down a towel to keep me from
staining his bedroom carpet. He knew I was going to come.

	As the sun went down, Bruce left our games for good, but stopped me
at Johnny's bedroom door. He did something I had never expected. He kissed
me. Soft and gentle, one quick kiss, right on the lips.

	Blushing, he almost ran out of the house. I had sprung to rigid
life. Why? I never wanted to kiss boys. Did I?

	Later that night, I tried to get Johnny to kiss me, but he
wouldn't. "No way," he told me. "I only kiss girls."

	Okay. As long as he kept letting me play with his dick, I could
live with that. I did sneak a peck on his lips one night as he was
sleeping, but I was too afraid of waking him up to try it again.

	It was the first weekend in June. School was out. I could stay over
as much as I wanted, but during the week, his folks were home and it wasn't
worth it. That Friday night, they went on a "getaway" to the beach, leaving
Eddie in charge.

	He was almost fifteen and was one of the "cool kids" in the Junior
High School (we didn't have Middle Schools back then). His reputation was
for being kind to the smaller kids and keeping the bullies at bay. He and
his circle of friends drew the attention of all the girls, even my older
sister.

	Swearing us to secrecy, and promising swift and violent retribution
if their parents found out, he went out only minutes after their parents
left.

	Johnny and I were alone in the house.

	We went at it like animals, over and over. Near the end, he had
less to produce, but it didn't stop us from trying.

	We heard Eddie come in about nine-thirty. As usual, he went
straight into the living room and turned on the TV. We tried to be quiet
about it, but Johnny wanted another go at my ass. I did not turn it down.

	Johnny went to take a shower and climbed into bed immediately. I
took a shower of my own, rubbing out a good shot as I did so.

	When I came out, wearing only a fresh pair of underwear and wrapped
in a towel, I heard Eddie calling me from the living room. He had been
quiet, but insistent.

	"Come here a minute," he called.

	I stood beside the couch and looked down at him. There weren't any
lights on, so the room was only lit by the TV screen. Eddie had not spoken
to me much, but had been nice when he did.

	Looking up, he asked, "What were you guys doing in there?"

	I shrugged. Shit. Did he know? "Playing."

	He nodded, grinning. "Is that what you call it?"

	I was frozen in fear. He knew. He was going to tell on us, I just
knew he was.  He kept his gaze on the TV, but told me, "I peeked in on you
guys last week." Oh, shit. Yep, we were busted. Looking up at me, he asked,
"Do you like him doing that to you?"

	What could I say? I loved him doing that to me. I looked forward to
it all week. Then I spotted something I hadn't noticed. He was wearing
shorts that were similar to mine (remember, this was the 1970's, shorts
were short and rather revealing). His hand was on his crotch, cupping his
balls as he gazed up at me. I got that funny, queasy feeling in my gut
again. I couldn't take my eyes off that hand on his crotch. Something in me
grew bold, braver than I had been.

	"Yeah," I answered honestly. "I like it."

	He kept looking at me. My cheeks were burning and my hands started
shaking. Was what I thought was happening actually happening? In answer to
my silent question, Eddie gave his crotch a squeeze. My eyes lifted to
his. He was grinning. "You like it, huh? Playing with another boy's dick?"

	I was scared to make such an admission, but I nodded. "Yeah."

	He humped his own hand a second and asked, "Wanna play with mine?"

	Holy shit. Really? The look on my face must have given me away
because his grin grew wider. He invited me to sit on the couch with
him. When I took off the towel, we both realized that I had another
boner. I was embarrassed, but he told me not to worry about it.

	I sat on the far end of the couch, watching him rub himself through
his shorts. Putting his arm on the back of the sofa, he told me, "You gotta
get closer than that."

	Was this happening? Was on older boy going to let me play with him
like I did with Johnny? Was it really happening?

	I slid up beside him. His arm went around my back and he pulled me
right up against him. He started rubbing my side and removed his hand from
his crotch, letting me see that he was hard, too. He was also bigger than
any of us. Of course, he was only a couple months from being fifteen and we
were only twelve.

	Sitting there, almost in an embrace, I stared down at his boner. I
never even raised my eyes to his. I just reached out with a trembling hand
and touched his crotch. He leaned back a little and let me rub it for a few
moments.

	"Here," he whispered. I backed off and he pulled his shorts off,
tossing them on the floor.

	There it was. The first teenage pecker I had ever seen. Longer and
thicker than any I had seen (other than in pictures). He had a tuft of hair
around the base and on his dangling balls. I stared at it in awe. It had a
slight taper to it, being thicker at the base than at the tip. My very
first thought was, That should slide right in me. I licked my lips and
started stroking him. He grew even harder.

	With my hand wrapped around his stiff member, stroking it gently up
and down, I looked up at him.

	Smiling sweetly, he whispered, "Go ahead. It's okay."

	No need to tell me twice. I leaned down and put my mouth on the
tip, working up some saliva to moisten it, and slid as much of it as I
could into my mouth. Eddie moaned, "Oh, wow." Either I was better at it
than I thought or he was really worked up about the idea, because he only
lasted a few minutes. They were happy minutes for me. I was licking and
sucking and stroking a teenager's prick. One of the cool kids, too.

	He leaned back, groaned, and his body tensed up. I waited for it,
still stroking. His first burst nearly made me gag. It shot straight into
the back of my throat. I managed to keep it from happening, working every
squirt out before making sure I emptied his entire length. It was thicker
and saltier than any of the others, but somehow wasn't the least
unpleasant. I savored the flavor, the texture, the amount of it for several
long moments before I finally swallowed what I had not already. I kept him
in my mouth, though, still sucking and stroking. After a while he patted me
on the butt and asked, "You done?"

	I sat up and wiped my mouth. Looking him in the eye, I answered, "I
dunno. Are we?"

	He was surprised. Looking over his shoulder, down the hall, he
checked to see if there was any evidence of Johnny being up. "Why?" he
wanted to know. "You wanna do more?"

	I nodded like he had asked if I wanted to go to Disney World. Eddie
grinned at me.

	"Okay."

	I hopped up, told him, "Lemme go get something. Wait right here."

	As quietly as I could, I snuck into Johnny's room and fetched the
tube of slippery jelly. Eddie's eyes went wide. "Damn, Kid."

	I smiled coyly at him, sitting on the sofa and asked, "Well? Do you
wanna?"




	Eddie lay on his back on the living room floor. He had pulled one
of the cushions from the couch and was using it as a pillow. I had peeled
off my underwear and was sucking him back to full rigidity. My hands were
trembling. Hell, my whole body was trembling. I could not believe this was
happening.

	I had given the tube to him and had my butt turned his way while I
sucked on him. The top was popped open. My instant reaction was to spread
my knees a bit, giving him better access. Then I felt that sensation of an
oily finger penetrating my ass. His finger was as long as Bruce's dick. It
made me moan. A second finger, spreading me wider than I had ever been
spread. It should have hurt, but it didn't. Not really anyway. Then, Holy
shit, a third finger. That hurt a little. I felt like I was tearing down
there. But, after a moment I felt only the pleasure.

	Letting go of his prick, I took the tube from him and started
greasing him up.

	"God damn, Kid," he whispered.

	I put a little more on him than the others, noting that he was
quite a bit bigger. I set the tube aside and threw one leg over him. This
was how the magazine picture showed one of the Swedish boys getting the
adult's dick into him. It made sense to me. Let gravity help a little.

	Straddling him, I reached back and guided his stiffness to my
puckered, waiting entrance. Then, I eased down. It took a push for the head
to pop in, but it went in. When it reached the first bend in my colon, I
felt the first twinge of pain.

	"It's okay," he told me. "You can stop there if you-..."

	What prompted me to simply drop my entire weight, I'll never know,
but I did. It hurt like hell for a moment, but I had done it. I had his
entire length inside me. I sat still for a bit, letting my insides get used
to the fullness.

	Then, I started moving. I eased forward and back, feeling his
length and girth sliding in and out of my ass.

	"Damn, Kid," he said again.

	Before long, I was able to ride him easily. I lifted higher and
higher, dropping back down with more and more force. My head was
spinning. It felt indescribably wonderful. Eddie grabbed my hips and lifted
his own, meeting me in mid-drop.

	Oh, my God. I was getting fucked by a teenager. Not another
twelve-year-old boy, but a teenager. I could not believe it. I was getting
fucked up the ass by a TEENAGER.

	He slowed me down and told me to try another position. I got on all
fours, like I was used to, and he drilled me that way for a while. Holy
shit, he was getting in deep. It was awesome.

	Once more, he wanted to change positions. This was a new one for
me. He made me lay on my back and slid the couch cushion under my butt
(draping the towel over it), lifting my knees up to my shoulders. Lying on
top of me, he slid himself slowly back in to full depth.

	And he started moving. This was the best yet. He was able to get
even deeper. Best of all, I was able to watch him fuck me. I watched his
face, his chest, his abdomen. He stroked in harder and harder, faster and
faster. He would close his eyes and bite his lip as he pushed his prick
into my ass. His muscles would flex and relax. His cock would piston in and
out of me, making my asshole feel full and warm.

	Then he did something I was not expecting. He kissed me. A deep,
passionate kiss, like the ones Julia had taught me, with open mouths and
tongues entwining. My arms went around his neck and I kissed back.

	There on the floor of his living room, Eddie actually made love to
me.

	His pace increased. His elbows locked into the back of my
knees. Harder and harder he drove into me. His kisses became deeper and
more passionate. Over and over I felt his sweet cock thrust deep inside and
his tongue on mine.

	I felt an orgasm coming on and didn't even try to stop it. While he
pounded away at my young ass, I exploded onto my belly. My groans must have
sent him over the edge because very soon after, he tensed up and came as
well.

	Unlike his brother (or any of the others), Eddie was in no hurry to
separate. He collapsed onto me, but didn't let go. He kept kissing me. He
kept sliding in and out of me. I held on to the back of his neck, gobbling
his kisses and answering them hungrily.

	We lay there for a good, long time. Like the lovers you saw in the
movies, we kissed and kissed and kissed. Finally, he softened enough to
slip out of me. I felt the oozing of his juices drip out soon afterward,
but still we lay there kissing each other.

	Slowly, we came back to ourselves. He sighed and leaned up, looking
down at me smiling. "Damn, Kid. That was cool as shit."

	I grinned and nodded, hoping he would start kissing me again. He
did give me one more, but said that we needed to get cleaned up. Using the
towel, we wiped off the lube and cum from his dick and my burning asshole.

	Eddie sighed and smiled at me. "You're gonna be spending the night
a lot this summer."

	"I hope so."

	With one last, deep kiss, he told me I should go to bed. "I'll see
you in the morning."

	Pouting, but only in jest, I gave him another kiss and did as he
asked.

	I curled up on Johnny's extra bed (as usual), still feeling that
fullness and beautiful friction of Eddie's pecker driving in and out.

	I slept like a log that night. For the first time in my life, I
felt like I was loved by someone other than my family.




	Eddie was right. I spent the night a lot. On weeknights, when their
folks were there, Johnny and I would wait until the end of the night, lock
his door, and have a quick, quiet session. Once in a great while, I would
sneak into Eddie's room late at night and suck him off, too.

	On weekends, it was a different story. Their parents would not be
gone for more than five minutes before I was on Johnny's peter. If Eddie
went out for the evening, I would patiently wait for him to come home and
attack him next. If he didn't, I'd play with Johnny until he was tired or
simply told me, "Go ahead."

	I tried once to get them to go at me together, but Johnny wanted no
part of it.

	As June turned to July, Johnny started growing distant. I had
convinced him to do it with me on my back, face-to-face, but I couldn't get
him to kiss me. I don't know why I wanted him to so badly, but I did.

	The last time, he pushed himself off, unfinished and told me things
were getting "too gay". He promised that he wouldn't stop me from coming
over, but as far as our playtime, he was done with me. By then, Eddie and I
had grown closer. He had confided in me that I was the first person he had
ever been with. He had had girlfriends allow him to touch and caress, but I
was the first person to actually suck him and the first he had ever made
love to.

	He had actually used the words "made love to."

	I spent that night in his bed, cuddling and smooching until I fell
asleep.

	When he saw that Johnny had hurt my feelings, he told me, "Don't
worry about it. I'm still here."

	So, for the next few weekends, Johnny and I would throw a ball
around until his folks left, then he would go to his room and I would go to
Eddie's.

	I learned that their parents were swingers (having to have the
phrase explained to me) and that they went to a lot of "parties".

	The weekend of the Fourth of July, while Eddie and I were snuggling
after a rather heavy session, he asked me if I had been serious about him
and Johnny playing with me at the same time. It started a conversation
about the things I secretly wanted to do. I had no reason to keep anything
from him. He had proven himself trustworthy already.

	I described a scene from one of the magazines. One boy in the
middle of several others, from my age to adults.

	"That's a gang-bang," he told me.

	I giggled. It was a silly word to me.

	He asked if I really wanted something like that. I answered
honestly. "I'd like to try it."

	After thinking for a few moments, he told me, "Maybe I can get some
friends to help us out with that."

	It excited me to no end. "Really?"

	"Maybe. It'd have to be the right guys."

	I said that I trusted him and to see if he could.

	That was the night he started calling me his Little Buddy. It made
me feel warm inside. Like I was somebody special.

	On Wednesday the next week, he caught me as I was riding my bike by
their house, on my way to the ranges. He had found four other guys that
were into the idea. If I said so, and only if I said so, they would be over
this Saturday.

	Hell, yes! I mean, sure. Why not?

	"I'll tell `em."

	I rode through the woods with a grin plastered to my face. I was
with Johnny and a kid named "Alan" (who knew nothing about our games and
never would). Neither asked me about the smile. I was just having fun. What
would I tell them anyway, that there was going to be a party and five
teenagers were going to take turns fucking me in the ass, over and over and
over?

	The very idea had me growing hard.

	The next three days seemed to drag. Time slowed down or
something. Saturday night took forever to arrive.

	But, it finally did.


	To be continued...