Date: Thu, 17 May 2018 18:31:28 +0200
From: Ryan White <liciousryan@gmail.com>
Subject: Orgy To Remember

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ORGY TO REMEMBER

So Lyle, Frank and I were 13, in the 7th grade at a Catholic middle school
in the midwest. I'd been jacking off for a couple of years already, and had
even fumbled around screwing my three girl cousins, which I enjoyed
immensely but probably didn't do very well; still, I though it was great. I
was a horny South African kid, ready to screw about anything.

Every night in bed I jacked off a couple times thinking of my current
"love," one of the girls in my class -- my love changed now and then as I
became fascinated by first one girl and then another. And that was on top
of jacking off during the day whenever I got a chance -- at school, in the
john at home, and just about anywhere that the mood hit me and I thought
was safe.

Anyway, me, Frank and Lyle were good buddies in ninth grade. We talked a
lot about sex, girls, jerking off, etc., which led to more and more joking
around about us doing a "circle jerk." Sometimes my teenage prick would get
hard and all creamy just talking about it. I noticed that the other guys'
pants sometimes showed a hard-on or a wet spot as well, and that made me
even hornier.

Frank was tall and thin, a nice looking. He had a habit of licking his
upper lip with his tongue when he was "thinking," or searched his memory
for an answer to some problem. I never knew if anyone else noticed or
thought about that, but watching him do that always turned me on. I just
found it very sexy. In fact, it probably was the reason I first started
talking about sex with Frank. Lyle was about my height and weight, a really
boyishly sexy kid with a good sense of humor, although a little shy.

Frank's and Lyle's families were both socially well- connected -- a
businessman and a dentist, and they already knew each other well. I was
something of a newcomer (no pun intended!), having transferred into
Catholic school from public school in the seventh grade. But the guys gave
me their friendship readily, and we became fast friends -- based mostly, I
imagine, on our mutual interest in sex.

Finally one day after getting ourselves pretty turned on with talking about
sex, we all three agreed to go to my house after school. Both my parents
worked until 5:30 or so, and we got out of school at 3:30. We planned to
jack off and even talked about "doing it" to each other, meaning we would
put our horny fifteen year old dicks up each others' butts. I don't think
I'd ever done that before, but I had so many sexual experiences as a young
kid I'm not sure. Anyway, I was sure it would be fun so it (butt fucking)
was fine with me. I soon learned that both of them had the same "let it
happen" attitude, very open and uninhibited.

When we got to my place, for some reason we weren't the least bit
embarrassed about anything -- probably because we were just so damned
horny. We quickly stripped down our pants and shorts and for the first time
enjoyed the sight of our three naked young teen boy pricks, stiffer than
the big pointer our nun-teacher always carried around to whack our knuckles
or heads with. Only these three rods were for a different kind of whacking.

All of us had creamed our shorts in anticipation until they were really
damp in front, so I knew Lyle and Frank were as excited as I was. We
laughed about "creaming our jeans," except being in Catholic school, we
never wore jeans, only dress pants. So, there we were, naked as jaybirds
with our hot rock hard pricks sticking straight out.

I wasn't about to waste time. I started stroking and playing with my dick
and Lyle and Frank followed suit -- each of us watching the others
intently. Soon, each of us was reaching out to hold a different prick and
see what it felt like. It was strange, but nice. Their dicks definitely
felt different from mine, and I'm sure mine felt different to them as well.
This was by no means the first time someone else had touched my young,
spermful dick. My girl cousins had more than touched it, and a guy in the
park had shown me how to jack off a few years earlier. But I didn't
remember their touches as being anything like this. Maybe it was because I
was a little older, now, but for whatever reason -- Boy!

Did it ever feel good. Two things impressed me immediately.  First, someone
else's hand on my cock felt much, much better and totally different than my
own hand. A kind of electricity passed when either Lyle or Frank touched
me, and from our conversation they had the same experience.  Second, I was
immediately "in love" with anyone giving me pleasure that way. Too young,
too naive, perhaps simply too horny, to know anything about being gay, I
just knew I liked these guys very, very much and felt extremely close to
them as their young hands played with my pride and joy and I played with
theirs. Fuck putting a label on it.  Gay or not, what we did felt good. At
fifteen, that's basically all that matters.

Our apartment had a big couch that made into a bed where I slept at
night. I quickly made it down so we could all fit on it together. It was
clear we were getting really excited by it all.  Frank was especially eager
in his touching. He stroked my leg, then my balls and my butt as well as my
prick. God, he made it feel soooo good. I was busy doing the same things
with Lyle, lying next to me. We were lying on the couch-bed; with me
between Frank and Lyle.

I took Frank's circumcised cock (his was the biggest one of the three, too,
maybe six inches long) in my hand, and started stroking him. I noticed that
it got harder and kind of jumped a lot as I handled his prick and balls --
especially when I pulled the outer skin far down on his shaft. He'd moan
when I did that, too.  I was surprised how hot and hard another hard cock
felt, and yet at the same time how fleshy it was, so that it "gave" when I
squeezed it. I also noticed that when I squeezed it really hard, Frank
moaned and that some clear stuff came out the end.  Lyle watched us with
his mouth open and his eyes wide open. With my free hand, I reached over
and wrapped my fingers around his hand which was wrapped around his own
prick. I was having a blast! A circumcised prick in each of my hands and
another boy's hand on my own young teen hard-on.

Lyle was grinning and moaning and kind of humping his hips, so I figured he
was having a great time, too. Frank was just laying there as I stroked his
young cock, his eyes closed, and his hips were moving back and forth so he
kind of jacked himself in and out of my hand. His prick was all slippery
from his juices and that made my hand move over his little shaft much
easier. Lyle was rubbing me wherever he could reach.

As we played with each other, we started talking about girls and things
we'd like to do to them. One of us said something about how much he'd like
to kiss and play with Beverly -- and we all agreed. Beverly was a really
cute girl in our class whom everyone liked and lusted after I'm sure. I
told them about the time on the way home when I saw Beverly fall and her
school skirt flew up giving me an open view of her white cotton panties.
I'm not certain how it started, but pretty soon Lyle and I were kissing,
showing how we'd like to kiss Beverly.

Kissing him was just as nice as kissing a girl. I couldn't get enough!
Apparently he couldn't either. We kind of turned toward each other, Frank's
hand started sliding my prick-skin up and down.  Then Frank closed up
against me, pushing his cock against my butt and turning my head with his
hand to he, too, could kiss me and then Lyle. Pretty soon the kissing
didn't have anything to do with Beverly, it just felt real, real good.

And sexy, Wow! Kissing Lyle and Frank was every bit as exciting as kissing
any girl, I was sure... it just felt wonderful. I'd never really kissed a
girl, though, so all I could do was guess. Our young dicks just got harder
and harder as we kissed and played with each other. Man, were we ever
creaming now! We were really getting hot -- hotter than I'd ever been.

Pretty soon, Frank gave another hard push against my butt and his cock slid
between my thighs. He sighed and said he wished he could slip it into
Beverly. Lyle and I agreed quickly, repeating, "Man that would be so
great," over and over as we played with each other. It wasn't long before
we were talking about "corn-holing" and how that worked, as we jacked off
and kissed.

When Frank finally offered to let me put mine in his bottom if I wanted to,
I was eager to try it. I got really excited, and kissed him more and
harder. Soon, he rolled over onto his stomach, and kind of pushed his butt
into the air. I got on my hands and knees above him, my prick bouncing
around down by his young, slim butt. He reached back and kind of pulled his
cheeks apart a little. I found his hole and started pushing it in.

It took a while to get the head of my dick inside his butt, none of us
knowing then anything about how much easier some lubrication would have
made it. Still, with all of clear, slippery stuff I was creaming, pretty
soon I just kind of "popped" inside his butt. I pushed slowly in and out,
going deeper each time until it was all the way in -- all five or so
inches. Then, God, it felt like heaven. I almost passed out it was so
overwhelmingly good.

When I started fucking in and out of him a little, Frank started moaning
with pleasure. I forgot about Lyle until, after a few minutes, I felt him
moving behind ME. I looked back at him, and saw him looking down at my ass,
and I could tell he wanted to do to me what I was doing to Frank. That
turned me on so much more than I already was -- the idea of him doing me
while I was doing Frank. So, I told Frank to just lie still for a minute. I
reached one hand behind me to help Lyle by pulling my ass cheeks apart.

He kneeled up close and started pushing his dick into me. It felt so
strange, his young knob pushing against my hole. He had the same problem
I'd had, not quite enough lubrication, but I instinctively pushed back
against him, opening myself up a little, and with all his cream he soon
gained a foothold and then slipped into me for a full entrance.  Pretty
soon, Lyle was pushing in and out of me, and after a few fumbles we three
got a rhythm going with our teenage bodies. There was something about the
feeling of Lyle's prick up my ass that really made it feel even better to
have my prick up Frank's. I didn't know anything about prostates then. I
just knew it felt ... not just good, not just very, very good, but superbly
excellent. In addition, there was a feeling of comradeship among the three
of us that was especially warm and intimate.

We liked each other a lot, and trusted each other. All in all, it was very
rewarding, very excellent.  Pretty soon I reached around and under Frank's
belly to grasp his stiff cock. He raised up a little to give me access and
I can remember to this day how wet it was and how hot and "manly" he felt
in my hand, especially with my dick up his butt and Lyle's dick in my own
butt -- all of us moving and moaning and "ooohing" and "aaahhhing."  So it
didn't take long until I knew I was going to cum and cum my fucking ass
off.

I got lost in the feelings of letting myself go inside Frank, moaning and
grunting; and then heard Lyle moaning real loud. At the same time, I felt
something wet in and around my bottom that somehow made my own "feeling"
God-awful intense. It may have been one of the best, most enjoyable cums in
my life; I almost passed out. Later, both Lyle and Frank said it was the
most fantastic thing either of them had ever felt.

That was our first time, but not our last. Over the next months, all three
of us hung out together, kissing, jacking, and fucking each other every
chance we got. Sometimes we'd go to my place, and other times we went to
the fenced back yard of a deserted old shack about a block from school and
got naked among the weeds there. We laughed and played and satisfied our
little peckers to no end.

It wasn't long before we started sucking each other, and that was another
"fun thing" to add to our play. It may have been the best, 'cause it was
really great and didn't involve the unpleasant aspects of using each
other's poop-shutes. The only bad part was that we didn't want to suck each
other after we'd been up one or the other's butt, so we finally figured out
that if we jerked off and sucked first ... then we could fuck, if we wanted
to.  We had some really great times.

I never enjoyed a closeness and trust anything like that again. But I sure
remember those times, and get hard as a rock remembering we three handsome
young highschool dudes going at it with each other so much. Over the years
since, I've probably jacked off a hundred times to those memories. However,
all good things were coming to an end, my dad was transferred halfway
across the damn country. I cannot tell you how much it hurt leaving them
behind. But ofcourse, like the macho, highschool guys we are, we didn't
allow our true feelings get out. We all three knew what our hearts was
telling our big AND small brains that this was way more than just
friendship. Society and stigma forced our feelings shut.

But about four years later, we moved back there. I went to public school
upon our return, and never ran into the guys until I started roller skating
at a big new skate arena in our town. I'd been skating there about a year
when all a sudden Frank started skating there, too, and we got
reacquainted. Oddly, we didn't even mention sex for a long time; too
embarrassed, I guess. Lyle, I found out from Frank, had been sent off by
his parents to a military school. I've always liked to think he had a great
time there.

Then one night after practicing for an upcoming skating show, I had my old
beat-up Chevy and Frank was going to call for a ride home. So I offered to
take him, and he took me up on it.  First we stopped at a nearby MacDonalds
and had a snack. Skating is hard work, you know. Finally, we got to talking
and our eyes started kind of making that "contact" where you know there's
something more than usual there. Then for the first time, we talked softly
about our past times together, chuckling and grinning as we remembered.

When we left, I suggested a drive out through a new subdivision. It was a
beautiful spring night, balmy, pleasant, and full of life energy -- sexual
energy, of course. The moon was big and full, and there were pleasantly
cool fall breezes. I drove out to the deserted subdivision, parked and
turned out the lights. We talked about the skating show for a while, then
got around again to remembering times before.

One of us -- I don't remember which -- said something like, "I'd like to do
some of that again... wouldn't you?"  I know I looked down at Frank's
trousers and they were tented up just like mine were. I slowly reached over
and filled my hand with his pants and cock, and he quickly did the same to
me. We had leaned toward each other to do that, and just naturally fell
into a soft, sliding, brushing kiss.

This kiss was different than four or five years ago. Then it had been
kisses of innocence with that special "first time" excitement. This time,
it was more about pure sexuality, and both of us felt the difference, I'm
sure. Our kisses were more adult, gentler yet more skilled and more
passionate.  I soon felt Frank's hand working on my zipper, which gave way
and slid down. He reached inside my boxers and Damn! His hand felt so super
on my hard cock. "You're so wet," he said, chuckling.

"Aren't you?" I asked, already working his pants open. My question was soon
answered as I reached in to free his cock from his boxers: Yes, he was wet
all over the head and most of his shaft.

I was immediately surprised to see how much his had grown -- his cock was
probably in the 7" range, maybe a little longer. It was thin, but not
overly so.. My own cock was exactly 6-1/2" hard (I'd measured several
times!) and a little thicker. I remember thinking right then that we had a
pair of really good looking, well formed cocks. And right then, I wanted to
taste Frank's.

But he beat me to it, dropping toward my lap to kiss my glans, then
slipping it into his warm, wet, mouth. I felt like I was melting like a
chocolate bar in the sweet heat of his mouth. I couldn't reach his cock
while he sucked me, so I just leaned back and relaxed and let Frank work
his magic. And he did. He pulled my pants and shorts down and I kicked them
off one leg so I could spread out for him. His hands found my balls and
shaft, and massaged them. It all just felt great.

He swirled his tongue around my glans, around and around, focusing on that
super sensitive spot on the underside just below the slit where the glans
separates and is tied to the shaft. He slipped his mouth off and back onto
me, taking only the head into the moist eat of his mouth... on, off... on,
off... twisting around and back. My cock was twitching and swelling in
pulses, and I could feel my anus clench in what I knew was a pre-cum
frenzy. My buttocks were moving, pushing my cock into his face.

I took his head in my hands, roughing up his hair, rubbing his neck and
shoulders. Suddenly, he plunged slowly but insistently down onto my shaft,
taking me deep into his mouth and throat until I felt his lips pressing
into my hair around my balls. He was moaning deeply, and I could feel the
vibration of his moaning in my shaft and nuts as his mouth kind of rotated
back and forth. That was all it took.

"Oh god! I'm cumming, Frank," I warned him, but he didn't even pause, just
kept on sucking my young cock. I groaned aloud and raised my hips in the
air to help him and in that balmy night air, like an animal in the throes
of pleasure, as I shot off in his mouth, my hard young prick a fountain of
cream, squirting jet after jet into his hot, willing mouth. I was surprised
at how quickly it had come upon me and how intense it was..

If I had thought that Frank would mind me cumming in his mouth, I'd have
been dead wrong. Frank sucked me dry and made soft mewing noises as he
did. I collapsed into a heap, breathing as hard as if I had just run the
mile. When he straightened up, he was looking into my eyes and we just
gazed at each other for a few minutes. Then I glanced down at his cock,
still exposed and still hard as a rock, now all shiny with its own slippery
juice spread liberally.

That sight was like a powerful magnet to me. I just leaned over and sucked
his head into my mouth, at the same time starting to pull his pants and
shorts down so I could get to him better. And then I made love to his
beautiful cock. I couldn't take all of him, but I took most, and gave him
as good as he'd given me I think, playing with his balls and rubbing his
thighs and buttocks as I sucked and slurped and twirled him with my
tongue. I consider myself kind of an artist in sex, very sensitive and
tender.  I must have done well, because soon he moaned out, "Ohhh, I'm
almost there... I won't be able to stop..." I knew that was his way of
asking if I wanted to pull away, but I also knew that after the way he'd
taken me I couldn't possible not do as much for Frank.

So, I just mumbled, "Cum for me, buddy..." and I had no sooner gotten it
out than he did just that. Hands on my head, he pushed himself even deeper
into my throat and started squirting and moaning, humping my face. My hands
on his butt pulled at him, showing it was okay. He finally tensed hard, let
out one final groan, and then relaxed back into a limp heap, exhausted.

I had never taken a guy's load before, although I had sucked cock a couple
of times. Not knowing exactly what to expect, I was kind of stymied with
the thickness of his cum. It didn't taste bad, just a little salty and
musky -- which I kind of liked -- it just was kind of hard to get down my
throat. But after a few swallows, I managed to handle it. A few sips of
what was left of my Coke from MacDonalds washed it down and made everything
okay again.

I sat up, watching Frank. He looked really happy, really relaxed. I leaned
back down and licked his still half-hard cock clean. It was heavy, I
remember thinking, a weighty piece of meat. I sucked it into my mouth again
one last time and felt Frank kind of pull back.

"It's so sensitive right now," he said. Yeah, I knew what he was talking
about.

After that, Frank and I became close buddies. We never actually thought of
ourselves as lovers, although we repeated our sexual contact several
times. We never got around to corn-holing as we had as kids, but we did a
lot of sucking and jacking together, and one night we got into a heavy
petting session -- intentionally, this time, just to get ourselves turned
on intensely before sucking each other.

Then Frank left for college back east, and I never saw him again. I think
about him a lot though, and always wish for another, similar relationship
with a guy where we had the trust and intimacy Frank and I enjoyed.


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