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*     YOUTH      *       
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*by Matt Dawnstar*       
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It was more than just a little cold out this day, as Jack
made his way down the street.  I mean, 30 below zero was no
laughing matter. 

But Jack had come prepared.  He wore his heaviest down-
filled parka, with fur-lined hood, and heavy fur-lined
gloves.  

Of course, if he'd parked in front of the house he was
making for, he wouldn't have to walk as far.  But then, this
was no ordinary visit he was about to make.  You see, it
started about two weeks earlier when his friend Doug had
spent the day.

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Jack and Doug had grown up together.  Had known each other
since they were five.  And at sixteen, they had everything
in common.  Socially, that is.  For in truth, the two were
different as night and day, physically.

Doug was five-eight and weighed 150 pounds.  He had black
hair and brown eyes.

Jack, on the other hand, was six feet and weighed 175
pounds.  He sported red hair and blue eyes.

They were true friends, though.  They spent the majority of
the past ten years together as running mates away from
school.  

It was the middle of the winter and had been fairly
moderate, temperature wise, for three weeks.  It had been
holding at about ten below during that time.  So the two of
them were taking advantage of the warm weather to knock
around on their snowmobiles together.

They had just come in from being out for nearly three hours. 
And though it was nice, they had gotten mighty chilled.  So
they were alone at Jack's house, trying to warm up.  

They had been talking about this and that for about an hour
when the conversation took and unexpected turn.

"Doug, what ever happened to those accordion lesson you were
taking a few months back?"

"I quit," was Doug's simple reply.

"How come?"  Jack was not trying to pry.  He was simply
curious.  They usually shared everything with each other. 
It was unusual for Doug to have kept this to himself.

"The teacher."

This was really peculiar.  Doug was usually more open about
these things.  But Jack decided not to push, so he just
waited for something further from his best friend.

"I took about three lessons from him," began Doug, not
looking at Jack.  "On that fourth lesson he said something
that scared me."

"Who were you getting the lessons from?"

"Mr. Powers.  You know, that guy that lives about a block
from me in that big blue house."

Jack knew the one.  But this was odd.  Both boys had always
liked Mr. Powers.  He'd always been nice to the boys when
they passed by his house.

"Anyway, he told me that if I wanted to, that I could run
around his house in just my underwear or, if I really wanted
to, I nothing at all.  Can you believe that!?

That was indeed interesting, for Jack.  Doug had always been
a very private, modest person.  He was uncomfortable just
showering during gym class.  

"That's weird, alright," replied Jack.

"So I just left and haven't been back since."

The conversation soon moved on to other more important
matters, like school, girls and snowmobiles.

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That conversation had buzzed through Jack's head ever since. 
Jack had always loved running around the house in his under-
wear or naked, when his parents were around.  But since his
two younger brothers had reached puberty, he had had to curb
that activity.  His brothers no longer wanted to do it with
him.  So he had discontinued the activity for fear of tat-
tling by his brothers.

Ever since that conversation, Jack had wondered if this
might be an opportunity for him to run around like he really
wanted to, even if for only a short time.

So here he was.  First avenue, in the older part of town. 
He had parked his car several blocks away at the mall and
walked here.  He didn't want anyone to think that he might
be here.

Hell, he wasn't really sure what he expected when he got to
Mr. Powers' house.  But the idea or fantasy of running nude
or nearly nude in that house was enough to get him past the
initial fear and come this far.

His insides were a mess.  Butterflies would have been an
understatement.  He was a mass of apprehension, fear, but
most of all anticipation.  But could he go through with it.

He stood for several minutes at the gate, just looking at
the house.  It was just as he remembered it.  It had been
six years since he'd lived in this neighborhood, but the
house hadn't changed one bit.

Finally gathering every ounce of courage he had, Jack opened
the gate and walked the short distance to the porch.  Once
there, standing before the door, he hesitated once again.

It nearly scared him to death when he knocked on the door. 
He almost hoped that there'd be no answer.....almost.

But alas, the door opened almost immediately and there stood
Mr. Powers.

"Yes?"

"Hi, Mr. Powers.  You may not remember me, but I'm Jack
Fields.  I used to live down the block."

He appeared to be trying the place the time and place.

"Oh yes....the skinning red head.  What a surprise.  Would
you like to come in out of the cold?"

"Yes, sir."

And in he went.  The initial threshold penetrated.  Now
would come the really hard part.  Had Doug been feeding him
a line or had he been telling the truth?

Mr. Powers took Jack's coat and hung it on the foyer coat
tree and then directed Jack into the livingroom.

It was a very spacious old house.  Every room seemed so huge
to Jack, who was used to the small house his parents had
bought.  In the livingroom was a couch, loveseat, two over-
stuffed chairs and five tables.  And there was still lots of
empty floor space.

Mr. Powers directed Jack to sit and then sat on the couch
just opposite the chair Jack had chosen.

"So, what brings you back to the neighborhood and to my
doorstep?"

This was it.  It was now or never.

"You remember Doug Sisson, don't you?"

"Oh sure, you two used to run around together.  And I
believe he took some accordion lessons from me a few months
back, but never finished."

"Right.  Well, Doug was over at my house the other day and
we got to talking about that."

Mr. Powers didn't react to this.  He just sat there and
watched Jack.

Mr. Powers was in his mid thirties, Jack figured.  He was
well built and slim.  His full head of hair was dark brown
with eyes that matched that color.  He was just a tad
shorter Jack, but probably weighed about the same.

"I don't know how to really say this."

"Why not just come out and say it.  I promise I won't throw
you out the door."

"Ok.  Doug said you offered him the chance to run around you
house in his underwear."

There was a deadly silence for several seconds during which
Jack was able to hear his rapid heartbeat.  What if he'd
been wrong?  The fear he'd been suppressing for the past two
weeks was beginning to come forward and take control.  He
was very near the point of jumping up, grabbing his coat and
running out of the house.

"And you found that idea interesting, did you?"

Jack nearly collapsed in relief.  The second hurdle
negotiated.

"Yes, sir.  I used to run around my house when my parents
were away and by brothers were younger.  But now I'm afraid
they'll tell my parents if I do it anymore."

Mr. Powers was looking Jack over pretty thoroughly by this
time.  He noticed the tight brown pants that Jack had worn
and the equally tight white shirt that showed off the young
man's physique pretty well.  Nice, he thought.

"So you were wondering if I'd let you come by and visit from
time to time and allow you to exercise a little personal
freedom."

"Yes, sir."

"Hmmm.  Well, first, if you are going to be running around
here nearly naked, you will have to start calling me Pat."

"Ok, Pat."

"Do you feel better now?"

"A little."

"But you're still nervous, right?"

"Uh-huh."

"You've never done this before, except at home with your
brothers."

Jack simply shook his head in reply.

"That first time is always the toughest.  Would you like to
start today?"

This was really more than Jack had hoped for.

"Sure."

"Well then, why don't you go ahead and undress.  You can
throw your clothes on that other chair."

Jack was really nervous now.  He'd never undressed in front
of anyone before.  At least not for this reason.  Only at
school in gym class.  This was definitely different.

But Jack was now determined to proceed.  The excitement of
getting to fulfill his dream overcame his fear of the un-
known.  Would Pat want to touch him?  And what if he did?

Jack removed his shoes and socks and then removed his shirt
all while Pat sat there on the couch and watch.  With that
done, Jack had finally reached the point of real decision. 
He could continue to reveal himself or he could turn around
and give it up.

It was at this point of decision that he realized that he
was now sporting a raging hard-on.  Oh what was he to do? 
This was very embarrassing.

"Don't worry about it, Jack," said Pat.  Just then he stood
up and removed his pants, revealing jockey shorts and, to
Jack's amazement, an equally hard cock.  Ooh, that thing was
big too.  The sight caused Jack's own cock to jump.

Jack slowly undid his pants and let them drop to the floor,
revealing his bulging jockeys.

"Very nice, Jack.  Now, would you like something to drink?"

Jack was taken by surprise by this.  He had expected an
advance and was almost disappointed when it did not occur.

"Uh....yes, that would be nice."

While Pat was off in the kitchen, Jack stepped out of his
pants and folded them neatly on the chair, along with the
rest of his clothes.

"It happens to all the boys who come here, Jack," Pat was
saying from the kitchen.  "It's really nothing to be embar-
rassed about.  As you have seen, it still happens to me."

Pat returned to find Jack seated in his chair still sporting
a rock hard cock.  Ooh, this boy was hot, but he knew that
Jack had never done anything like this before.  He would
have to proceed with some caution.  But if he didn't make
some sort of advance, he knew that Jack would not be back. 
Of course, he also knew that if he made the advance that
Jack may not come back either.  But that was the chance he
always took with the boys.

He leaned over and handed Jack a glass of iced tea.

"May I touch you?"

"Uh......I guess."

Pat stood up and looked down at this scared young man.

"That will not do, Jack.  In a situation like this, you will
have to answer either yes or no.  I will abide by you
wishes."

He paused to let that sink in.

"Now, may I touch you?"

Jack paused a moment, realizing that this was it.  This was
the moment he'd dream of all of his teenage life.  There
would be no turning back from here.  His answer would be a
turning point, whichever way he answered.

Desire overrode caution.

"Yes."

Pat leaned over and placed his hand gently on Jack's cock,
knowing pretty well what would happen next.  He held his
hand still for a moment, then rubbed that teen crotch softly
a couple of times. 

Oh, god.  That touch was fabulous.  Jack had never thought
that it would feel so good to let another man touch him. 
And just as that thought ended, Jack got a big surprise.  He
exploded inside his shorts and all over Pat's hand.

Yep, there he went.  Pat rubbed Jack until the spasms sub-
sided, when removed his hand and went to the kitchen for a
towel.

Returning, Pat could easily see that Jack was embarrassed by
what had just happened.

"Hey, don't worry about it," began Pat.  "Almost every boy
that's visited me and let me touch them has done the same
thing.  So don't think you're the only one."

This did help.  Jack just couldn't believe how quickly he'd
cum.

"Let's see," said Pat, standing over Jack, arms crossed
casually.  "I'd say that up until a few moments ago you were
a virgin, right?"

Jack looked into those gentle brown eyes.  He couldn't lie
to this man.  He nodded.

"I thought so.  I'm honored that you allowed me to be the
first."

Jack waited a moment, a bit embarrassed by the turn this
conversation was taking.  Never before had he talked about
such things with another person.  And yet, here was a man
who seemed to understand him.

"Did you know why I had come by today, before I'd asked?"

"Oh I had a pretty fare idea."

"How?"

"It's not a big mystery, really.  When I took your coat I
could tell that you were sporting a pretty hard cock.  Those
pants of yours leave little to the imagination, being as
tight as they are."

"Yeh, I know.  I hadn't realized I had a boner though."

"Not to worry.  Your secret's safe with me.  Now let's get
you cleaned up.  Lift you bottom up a bit."

Jack did just that and Pat leaned over, grabbed hold of
Jack's jockeys and pulled them off, revealing Jack's newly
deposited load.

Jack really noticed little of this.  His eyes had caught
sight of something he'd never seen before.  Pat's hard cock.

Pat glanced up and noticed Jack's stare.

"Have you ever touched another cock before?"

"When Doug and I were twelve we used to rub each other, but
that's all."

"Well, I guess that fair is fair."  Pat took hold of Jack's
right hand, stood and brought that hand up to his crotch. 
"It's about time that you discovered the joys of touching
another man's cock."

Jack was surprised by Pat's openness.  But once his hand
came into contact with Pat's jockeys and the cock and balls
hidden beneath, he forgot everything else.

"Yeh, that feels real good, being touched," moaned Pat.  He
was playing it up just a bit so that Jack would relax and
start enjoying himself.  

Jack had always wondered what it would be like to touch a
hard cock other than his own.  It was a bit strange, but it
was also extremely thrilling.

He gently rubbed Pat's balls and ran his hand over the
entire length of his cock.  It was fascinating watching the
reaction of Pat's crotch.  The balls moved a bit, and not
just from his touch, but almost as if they had a mind of
their own.  And when he had rubbed that huge cock, it had
jumped and began swelling even more, which was something
that Jack had thought impossible for as big as Pat's tool
was.

"Ooh, yes, Jack.  That feels great.  Now pull off my jockeys
and have a real look at it."

Pat just knew that Jack had never seen another naked man
with a hard on.  

Jack couldn't believe this.  He was finally doing what he'd
had wet dreams about for years.  And now this man was going
to let Jack see a real cock.  One that was hard.

He was so excited that when he reached for the waistband of
Pat's shorts he noticed that his hands were shaking.  But
that didn't stop him.  He gently pulled the front of those
shorts away from Pat's stomach and pulled them slowly down
until that trapped rod broke free.  He paused instinctively.

What a sight.  It was huge.  Bigger than his own cock.  It
waved in the air slightly, mere inches from his face.  The
mushroom head glistening from the pre-fuck juices that had
been staining Pat's shorts.  Those juices now collected into
a drop at the very tip.  And that drop beckoned to Jack.  He
wanted to find out what it tasted like.  But what would Pat
think, or say?

Pat noticed the stare and hesitation.  Jack wanted so much
to taste that droplet, he could tell.  But, just like most
of the other boys, he was unsure of the reaction that would
accompany such an act.

All Pat's boys were new to this when they first arrived. 
And he had learned over the years that it usually required
only a slight movement on his part to convey the idea that
these boys' wildest dreams could be realized.

So Pat moved ever so slightly so that the head of his cock
nearly touched Jack's lips.

Closer that thing moved towards him.  Could it be....could
this really mean that Pat wanted him to reach out with his
tongue and take that tiny, yet growing, drop into his mouth?

He had nothing to lose by trying, he decided.  Jack pulled
the jockeys down Pat's legs as far as he could, his head
automatically closing the remaining distance between his
lips and that glistening snack.  And just as he was about to
stick out his tongue and take that drop, he had a thought. 
Well, in for a penny, in for a pound, he thought.

Instead of licking at that drop, Jack opened his mouth and
slipped the head of Pat's cock into his mouth.  He just had
to know what it tasted like.  He'd seen pictures of girls
sucking on guys cocks and he'd always been curious what that
would taste like.

Pat was surprised.  He usually had to coax his boys into
sucking on his cock.  He generally had to demonstrate it for
them.  Jack, it appeared, was more curious than the rest.

"Yes," he sighed.  "That's the way.  Watch those teeth,
though."

Jack quickly adjusted his mouth so that his teeth were well
clear of the skin.  Then he moved his tongue and took that
pre-cum and tasted it.  

Not bad, he thought.  A little salty, but I like it.  But
then he got to wondering what to do next.  He only ever seen
still pictures of this sort of thing.  He looked up to find
Pat looking down at him through slitted eyelids.

It was a "what next" look Pat saw through his nearly closed
eyes.  He'd seen many times before.

"Just move your head back and forth a bit.  Get as much of
that thing into your mouth as you can, then pull back.  Move
your tongue around it a bit too."

Pat then closed his eyes completely and let himself enjoy
what was about to happen.

Jack did just what Pat had said.  He slipped his mouth over
that prick, trying to take the entire length into his mouth. 
But it was just too long.  He got most of it though.  He
hoped that it would be enough.  Then he slowly pulled back.

It was amazing to Jack how something that you pissed with
could taste so good.  And what a sensation.  Then he got to
conjuring images of what that must feel like to have someone
do that to him.

He was thinking about what Pat must be feeling, imagining
that it was Pat doing it to him.  He was lost in those
thoughts and therefore missed the signs.

Suddenly he found his mouth being filled with Pat's cum.

Oh, this was not something he'd thought of.  Did he really
want to go through with this?

But the question was now academic.  As that first blast hit
the back of his throat he instinctively swallowed.  And he
had to keep swallowing as blast after blast filled his
mouth.  Yet, no matter how fast he swallowed, he just
couldn't keep up with the flow.  Small rivulets began trick-
ling out the corners of his mouth and down his chin.

When finally the flood stopped, Pat pulled his cock from
Jack's mouth, knowing that Jack had just done something
unexpected.  Pat had known that if given the choice, that
Jack would not have opted to take that load down his throat. 
But Pat knew from experience that most boys, not all, but
most, really enjoyed it once they'd gotten past the uncer-
tainty of the idea.

"That was really a great job, Jack."

Jack smiled, the small rivulets of white goo moving down his
chin, to his neck and then started down his bare chest.

"Did you enjoy it?" asked Pat.

"Uh huh."  Jack was just too surprised to say more.  He had
enjoyed it.  Really enjoyed it.  

"I'm glad.  You really did a fine job.  You surprised me. 
Most of my boys don't do that the first time they visit. 
But then, you are different than most of the boys.  I'm glad
you came by today, Jack."

"So am I."

"Now, let's see if I can't get you cleaned up."

Jack sat back and was surprised to find that his recently
discharged tool was standing at full attention once again. 
Now that had never happened before.  He had never been able
to get himself hard so soon after cumming.

"Well I guess you did enjoy that, didn't you."

Pat knelt down and pushed Jack's legs apart.

"I think I'll just show you what I was feeling a few moments
ago."

Jack was dumbfounded.  He'd come to this house to simply
escape his clothing for a time.  And yet, here he was,
fulfilling his wildest fantasy.  Fulfilling and more....much
more.

Pat leaned forward and slipped Jack's cum covered cock into
his mouth and immediately started a rhythm.

"Aaahhhh."

Jack's imagination could never have conjured that feeling. 
Pat's soft, warm lips on his cock.  His tongue exploring
every inch of Jack's prick.  The warmth.  The softness.  The
tingling in his stomach, as though Pat had reached inside of
him with his tongue and was tickling his insides.

"Mmmmmmmmmmm."

Pat loved to watch the boys while he gave them their first
blowjob.  It was always such a turn-on for him.

Jack could feel every muscle in his body begin to clench and
relax..clench and relax.  His heart was beating so hard and
so fast that he was sure that Pat could hear it.  He began
to perspire.  Beads of sweat formed on every part of his
body and began running down his body toward his crotch as if
trying to become a part of this new and wonderful
experience.

Pat started to move his hands over Jack's stomach and chest,
massaging the sweat into the skin.  When he located the
nipples on Jack's chest, he began to lightly rub them.  This
brought Jack to new heights of excitement.  He began squirm-
ing in the chair.

Jack's breathing began to come in rapid, short breaths.  He
was in ecstasy.  And a small part of his mind thought that
this just couldn't be happening.  Jack was normally so
ticklish that the mere thought of someone touching his
stomach sent him into fits.  But here was this fabulous man,
doing these unimaginable things to him, all the while touch-
ing and rubbing his stomach and playing with his nipples.

Jack tasted good.  The sweet cum from Jack's first ejacula-
tion filled Pat's mouth and tantalized his taste buds.  He
wanted more of that sweet juice.  

Pat picked up the pace as Jack began to squirm and moan with
new energy.  He saw Jack's balls begin to pull up tight
against the boy's legs and knew that he would soon get his
wish.

No sooner had that thought passed than Jack's body stif-
fened, his back and ass thrust up and off the chair, nearly
choking Pat with the sudden motion.  But he held on and was
soon rewarded with the sweet taste of love juices flowing
into his mouth and down his throat.

Jack's entire body convulsed and stiffened as he exploded
into Pat's mouth.  And not just his cock.  His body exploded
with fire.  His mind erupted as well.  His whole body took
part in his release in a way that he'd never experienced
before.  Cumming had always been a great sensation, but this
brought new meaning to the word.  

The squeal that escaped his lips lasted for as long as did
his cumming.  Not loud, but steady.  And that was another
part of the excitement.  That squeal seemed to raise his
level of excitement and release.  Every nerve in his body
tingled.  Every hair felt as though it were standing on end. 
His nostrils flared.  His eyes rolled into the back of his
head.  His ears began to ring.  His body would have shaken
if it hadn't been so stiff.

Pat couldn't believe what he was experiencing.  This boy was
cumming like nobody's business.  He was lost in the
experience of really cumming for the first time.  Pat had
only seen one other boy cum like this.  Pat knew from that
boy's description that Jack was enraptured with the feelings
that were pulsing through his body.  He was taking each new
feeling and wrapping himself in it.  And that only
heightened the experience.

It went on for an eternity.  Jack lost himself in it.  But
all good things must end, or so he'd been told.  And when
this finally ended, he was disappointed to a degree.  Oh to
have that feeling all the time.

He collapsed, exhausted.  He lay quietly as Pat continued to
suck on his cock.  His breathing was rapid and deep, like
he'd just run a race.  His muscles were slowly relaxing,
aching just a bit from the experience.  His heart continued
to beat rapidly.

His body shook violently each time Pat's tongue sweeped
across the ultra sensitive head of his cock.

Pat licked up every drop of cum he could find, released
Jack's cock and began licking up the cum that still remained
from Jack's first cum.  When he was satisfied that he'd
gotten every drop there was to have, he got up and went to
the couch to sit and wait for Jack to recover from the
exertion and excitement of the moment.

It was at least five minutes before Jack opened his eyes.  

"Is it always like that?"

"It can be.  You let me know after a couple of weeks."

Yeh!, thought Jack.  He wants me to come back.

Jack couldn't think of anything to say, so he simply smiled.

"I don't have to ask, I could tell that you enjoyed that. 
Was it everything you'd thought it'd be?"

"And more.  I had no idea that it'd be that great.......or
this exhausting."  Jack still felt like he'd be unable to
move for hours.  His muscles were now so relaxed that he
just couldn't get them to move.  

"Take pride in that, Jack.  I've only seen one other boy cum
the way you did.  Most just shoot their load and then are
ready to get up and leave."

"I couldn't move if I wanted to."

He sat there for half and hour, saying little, as he re-
gained voluntary movement in his limbs.  Pat, too, stayed,
saying nothing, enjoying the residual aura from the moment.

When Jack finally shifted his body and sat up in the chair
he felt his cheeks rubbing cum into the fabric of the seat.

"I think I made a mess in your chair, Pat.  Sorry about
that."

"Not to worry," said Pat, rising from the couch.  "That
chair has been stained so many times that it is used to it. 
That's why I got a chair that has removable cushions in the
seat and back.  I just remove the covers and throw them in
the washer.  Good as new in no time."

Jack smiled, rising from his seat.  "Good idea.  Can I help
in any way?"

"Nah.  I'll just remove the covers and place them along with
you soiled shorts into the washer.  Why don't you go up-
stairs and get us a shower started."

"Ok."

It took Jack a few minutes to find the bathroom, since the
only one on the upper floor with a shower was located in the
master bedroom.  The other two had tubs but no shower heads.

By the time Jack had gotten the shower started and the
temperature adjusted to the proper temperature, Pat had
completed his task and stood in the bathroom door.

"How would you like it if I washed you?"

"Sounds interesting.  Sure."

Jack stepped into the shower, leaving the shower door open. 
The shower was one of those booth type.  There was room for
about one person when the door was closed but not much else.

He handed the soap bar to Pat, got his entire body good and
wet, then moved the shower head so that the soap would not
get rinsed off as soon as it was applied.

Although very ticklish normally, Jack discovered that he
seemed immune to the problem when a man touched him.  And so
Pat was able to lather and rub down every part of Jack's
body without hindrance.  He lathered every inch of that
young body, except the crotch, then rubbed the boy down real
good.  Finally he had Jack rinse.

He'd saved the best part for last, having a pretty good idea
what would happen when this hot, horny boy started getting
his crotch washed.  And sure enough, Pat was right.

He no sooner had touched Jack's rod with his soapy hands
than things started to grow.  But Pat had no intention of
letting Jack cum.  He stroked that crotch area, cock, balls
and all, until he was sure that it was squeaky clean then
had him rinse.

Then Pat had them switch positions and told Jack that it was
his turn to wash him.

Jack learned quickly.  He did precisely what Pat had done,
lingering perhaps a little longer at the crotch than Pat
had, but that didn't bother or surprise Pat in the slight-
est.  Jack was simply exploring all these new experiences to
their fullest.

When Jack finally announced that he was done playing, they
dried each other off and went into the bedroom.

Jack had not really looked at the bedroom when he'd first
come through.  But he did so now.

The room was very large.  A king-sized bed sat in the center
of one wall.  There were, to his surprise and fascination,
satin sheets on it, but no blankets.  A dresser sat against
a second wall, right next to the open door of a walk-in
closet.  It was at the dresser that Pat had gone and was
rummaging around inside the top drawer.

Finding what he was looking for he turned and walked over to
where Jack stood, a pair of satin bikini underwear in each
hand.  In the right hand was a white pair, while in the left
he carried a light blue pair.

"Why don't you try one of these on.  I think you'll like the
way they feel."

Jack chose the white pair and immediately slipped them on.  

"You aren't kidding.  These feel fantastic."

"Glad you like them," said Pat as he adjusted his balls
inside the light blue pair he had slipped into.  "They are
thin enough, you'll notice, to show a good outline of what
the wearer has inside there."

Jack, no longer embarrassed to do so, stared pointedly at
Pat's crotch and saw that what he'd said was true.  Then he
looked at his own and was pleased by the bulge produced by
his own equipment.

"Looks good on you," said Pat.  "I'd say, in fact, that you
like them too well."

Jack laughed lightly at the remark, because he was beginning
to react to the feel of the smooth, soft material as it
rubbed against his cock.  There could be no doubt that his
cock was growing rapidly as the material began to stretch
and move to accommodate the leftward movement of his cock
head.

"Seems so."

"Why don't you come and lay on the bed.  If you think that
feels good, wait till your body experiences the feel of
satin all over it."

Jack did just that.  He laid on the satin sheet and began to
slowly move his entire body over the bed.  This only in-
creased the speed at which his cock grew.  In no time his
rod was pushing seriously at the material which had it
jailed.

Pat said nothing.  He simply laid down on the bed next to
Jack and reached his hand out and began rubbing the wet spot
that was rapidly spreading out from the obvious head.  Jack
reached out and did likewise.

It took them both only a short time to get really hot.  When
Pat was sure that they both were ready for more games, he
moved around so that each of their faces were staring at the
other's cock. 

Simultaneously, they pulled each other's briefs off and
began sucking each other's cocks.  This time, however, Pat
decided that he'd see just how game this boy was.

Pat was alternating between sucking on Jack's cock and
licking his balls.  Every time he moved to lick the boy's
balls he'd move closer and closer toward the base of his
ball sack.  

Each time Pat moved closer to that base, Jack would spread
his legs a little further apart, until he finally had one
foot on the bed just above the knee of his other leg.  This
gave Pat an unobstructed view of Jack's virgin ass.  

Oh Pat wanted to fuck that hole, but knew that he would
leave the job of first penetration to another.  Pat would
simply find out if Jack would allow the touch.  So Pat moved
once more down Jack's ball sack, but did not stop at the
base this time, but continue down until his tongue was
touching and massaging the cute pucker.

Jack was not prepared for this and nearly pulled away.  But
when he finally relaxed, he discovered that this new sensa-
tion was at least as great as all the rest he'd experienced
this day.

Oh what the heck, he thought, and moved into a position so
that he could do the same thing to Pat.  It was exciting to
be doing this, he discovered.  

Jack could feel Pat's tongue as it explored the outer rim
and began to test the threshold, finally sticking his tongue
inside the orifice.  Jack was copying exactly what he was
feeling.  They both lay there for a moment, their tongues
jutting in and out of each other's ass, then almost simul-
taneously erupted onto the bedsheets and each other.

It was not the same experience as in the livingroom, Jack
decided.  But it was pretty good.

After a short rest to recover, Pat ran downstairs and put
the chair covers and shorts into the drier, while Jack
stepped into the shower and washed himself off.

When Pat had taken his shower, they retired to the kitchen
where they sat, in the nude, and ate a snack and got a bit
to drink.

When the drier signaled that it had finished its task, Jack
got dressed and prepared to leave.  He had been there for
nearly two hours.

"You'll come back, won't you, Jack?"

"I think you're going to have a hard time getting rid of
me."

"Good.  Here," said Pat, slipping a piece of folded paper
into Jack's hand.  "You give me a call before you come over
next time, Ok?"

"Sure thing."  Jack paused a moment, staring into Pat's warm
eyes.  Then he stepped forward and embraced Pat.

"Thank you."

Pat was thrilled and returned the hug.  Then as Jack started
to pull away, Pat took Jack's chin in his hand and planted a
kiss on those soft, youthful lips.

"No.  Thank you."

Jack left the house, and smiled all the way home.

Jack beat his meat every night for the remainder of that week,
remembering that fabulous Wednesday afternoon with Pat.  He even
managed to sneak in a jack-off once or twice at school on Friday. 

Jack could think of nothing else.  He desperately wanted to go
back to visit Pat again.  But his homework load delayed that
until the weekend.

On Friday night he gave Pat a call.

"Hi ya, Jack."

"Hi Pat.  I was wondering if I could visit you tomorrow."

"Sure!" answered Pat, enthusiastically.  "Say, would you mind if
I invited one of my other boys to join us?  He's your age."

"I ..... sure, why not.  Do I know him?"

"You'll meet him when you get here Saturday."

"Ok, see you then."

*******************************

Jack went to bed early Friday night, knowing that he was going to
need a full night's sleep for what was planned for Saturday.  He
slept well and woke early, anxious to be off.  But first he had
to shovel the snow from the drive, but that didn't take long.  It
was ten in the morning when he was finally done with the chores
and was able to take off for Pat's house.

Fortunately, his parents had gotten out of the habit of asking
where he was going.  He simply told them that he'd be home after
dark.  He hoped the day would last that long, anyway.

Jack arrived about ten-thirty, parking his car, this time, behind
Pat's house, in the drive that wound around to the back.  His car
would not be visible from the street, and he wouldn't have to
walk as far in the cold.

Pat was waiting at the door when Jack got there.  He let the boy
in and immediately hugged and kissed him.  Jack returned the
embrace and kiss with enthusiasm.

When they separated, Pat took them into the livingroom.

"I hope you thought about me a couple of times since Wednesday." 
Pat smiled as he asked this.

"Are you kidding?  That's ALL I've been able to think about.  In
fact, I almost got caught jacking off in the school restroom
yesterday."  Jack laughed.  Then thought had great it was to be
able to talk to someone like this.  To be able to talk about sex
and jacking off without embarrassment.

"Well, I'm glad you didn't get caught.  You didn't wear that
thing out, did you?"

"No, no.  I left plenty for you.  In fact, I managed to refrain
from jacking off last night, though it was hard."

"What was hard?  The refraining or your cock?"

"Both.  But the refraining was harder."

They laughed.

"Is your friend here yet?"

"No.  He said he'd be here about noon.  He had chores to do."

"Yeh, me too.  I was able to get mine done quickly though."

"I'm glad.  So how bout we both get comfortable while we wait for
my friend to arrive."

And that is just what they did.  They went upstairs, stripped and
then they each put on a pair of Pat's sexy satin briefs.

"I notice that you were able to get the stain out of the sheets."

"So long as I wash them right away, it's never a problem."

They then went back downstairs and talked over a dish of cookies
and a glass of tea.

Jack had really been paying no attention to the time and nearly
jumped out of his chair when the doorbell rang.

"Don't worry," said Pat as he went to answer to door.  "It's just
my friend.  I saw him walking up the walk."

Jack stayed in the livingroom and waited.  He wondered if he'd
know this boy.

"Come on in.  You're the last to arrive.  Why don't you go on up
and slip into something more comfortable, then you can come down
and I'll introduce you to our guest."

There was no reply, however.

Pat came back in and sat down in his customary place on the
couch.  They sat in silence while they waited for the mystery boy
to return.

Jack was just beginning to wonder what had happened to Pat's
friend when he got the shock, and the thrill, of his life.

"Hey, Jack."

Jack turned around slowly, not believing his ears.  But seeing
was believing.  There stood his boyhood buddy, Doug.  He was
dressed in the same type of briefs as he and Pat, except that his
were black.

"What the hell are you doing here?  You said.."

"I know.  I said that because I wasn't sure you'd understand."

Now Doug and Jack had been friends since the age of five, and had
been inseparable until his parents had moved them out of town at
age twelve.  He had only recently returned.

The two boys had fondled each other many times during those early
years.  But since Doug had returned, there had been no such
activity.

"It's been four years, Jack.  I wasn't sure if you still liked
playing with cocks.  You never gave any clue."

"Neither did you.  But what about that story you told me about
your accordion lesson?"

"I'm sorry about that.  But it was the only way I knew of to find
out if you were interested without coming out and just asking.  I
figured if you were, you'd check out Pat."

"Actually, Jack," interrupted Pat.  "It was my idea.  When Doug
told me about you, I figured that this would be the safest way
for Doug to learn the truth."

"So you knew what I was up to the minute I introduced myself."

"Before that, actually.  I watched you as you stood at the gate. 
Doug had described you to a tee.  So I was pretty sure who you
were and why you were here."

"So you called Doug afterward and told him I'd come."

"No he didn't," said Doug.  "I didn't know you were going to be
Pat's friend.  He only told me that he had invited a boy about my
age to join us today.  But I knew it was you the minute I saw you
sitting there."

"You boys are upset, are you?  It seemed like the thing to do, at
the time.  I wonder if maybe I made the right decision, not
telling each of you about the other."

"No," answered both boys in unison.

"I am just surprised, is all," finished Jack.

"Me too," said Doug.

"Alright, then.  Why don't we all sit for a bit and get to know
more about each other."

The boys each chose a chair, while Pat remained where he was on
the couch.

"You seemed so modest," began Jack.  "You kept saying how you
hated showering at school because you had to get naked in front
of everyone."

"I know.  But I had to learn to be less obvious about my desires. 
You see, I let it slip one time when I was fourteen.  I lost all
my friends and got harassed miserably, until my parents moved
again.  I vowed that I'd never let anyone know what I was really
wanting."

"So what happened to change that?"

"Moving back here and seeing you.  I remembered all those times
when we were little when we'd play with each other and play strip
poker.  I wanted so badly to tell you, but I was afraid that if
you'd changed, you wouldn't understand."

"So how did you meet Pat?"

"Oh, I knew about Pat from when we were little.  I had a friend
that told me about him.  But we moved before I could get the
courage to come here."

Pat said nothing.  He simply sat, watched, and listened as these
two old friends got to really know each other.  He sat smiling a
lot.

"When I got back, one of the first things I did was come here to
see if he still lived here.  When I saw him that first time
through the window as I walked by I was thrilled.  But it took me
nearly a month before I had the nerve to knock on his door."

"Boy, do I know how that feels.  I was so scared, I almost didn't
knock.  Then I hoped that he wouldn't be home."

Both boys became silent as each remembered that first time with
Pat.

Pat too was thinking about those first times with these two
friends.  He was also thinking about what would happen today. 
But first he wanted to give them a chance to experience each
other, without his help.

"Ok, boys.  I think it's time for you two to go on upstairs and
get really acquainted.  I will say one thing before you go
though.  You two are my favorite boys of all the boys that come
by here."  He paused and watched both boys blush.  "And Jack,
remember when I said that I had met only one other boy who had
reacted the way you did your first time?"

"Yes?"

Pat answered by pointing discreetly towards Doug.

Both boys smiled at this, knowing exactly what Pat meant.

"Now get out of here, you two.  I'll join you later."

Both boys got up and walked over, gave Pat a kiss and said thank
you for getting them together.

"Oh, go on."  Pat smiled.

*******************************

Doug led them to one of the spare bedrooms.  There was another
king-sized bed in it, made up with satin sheets, just like in the
master bedroom.  There was only one nightstand to fill the
remaining space.

Jack noticed that the blind was pulled and the curtains drawn
together.

Jack stood just inside the door, while Doug walked over and sat
on the end of the bed.

They stayed like that for several minutes, just looking at each
other.  It was Jack who finally broke the silence.

"Did you cum in your shorts the first time Pat touched you?"

"You too?" asked Doug in response.

Jack nodded.  "I was so embarrassed."

This was all that was needed to break the ice.

"I couldn't believe I'd done it," said Doug.  "I almost got up
and left, I was so embarrassed."

"I came very close to crying," laughed Jack.

"I assume that Pat gave you a blowjob."

"Only after I'd given him one," replied Jack.

"You gave him a blowjob on your first day!?"

"Yeh.  Why, didn't you?"

"Uh-uh.  I didn't do that until my third visit."  Doug was amazed
at his friend's boldness.  "When did you come by, and what else
did you do?"  There was a sort of awe in his voice.

Jack sat down next to his friend.

"Wednesday.  And I've been dying to come back ever since. 
Today's the first day I've been able to get away."  He paused,
took a deep breath and related all that had happened on that
afternoon.

Doug sat, wide eyed, listening to all that he'd done on that
first time.  He wished that he'd been so bold his first time.  It
would have really saved a lot of time.

*******************************

He stood at the door for quite a while, wishing for the courage
to knock.  Yet he just couldn't bring himself to raise his hand. 
What if he was wrong.  What if Mr. Palmer wasn't what that boy
had claimed all those years ago.

He nearly fainted when the door opened, revealing Mr. Palmer,
just as he'd always looked.

"Hi.  Can I help you?"

Did he knock?  Had he really done that?  But no, he knew that he
hadn't.

"I been watching you for several minutes from the front window. 
Why don't you come in out of the cold and we can find out what's
on your mind."

Pat recognized the boy, but couldn't remember why.  He looked
familiar, but just couldn't place from where or when.

Doug moved almost mechanically past the threshold wondering what
he was letting himself in for.  Would this be the opening of a
new life or the disaster of disasters.

Mr. Palmer took Doug's coat and hung it in the foyer.  Then he
led the young man into the livingroom and persuaded him to take a
seat.  Then he took his own seat on the couch and watched the
young man, wondering why he was here.  But it was great just
getting the opportunity to sit and watch this well built boy.

He was about five-eight and weighed probably 150 pounds.  He had
black hair and brown eyes.  And his crotch was a good size.  The
lad was well endowed.  There didn't appear to be any fat on him
either.  His clothes were form fitting and there was no evidence
of any extra baggage.

"What's your name, son?"

"Doug Sisson," he answered, surprised to hear his own voice.

"Oh yes, I remember now.  I knew I recognized you.  You used to
live in the neighborhood, didn't you."

"Yes, sir."

Hmmm.  How was he going to get this boy to tell him why he'd
come?

"So tell me, what brings you back to the old neighborhood?"  He
couldn't think of any better way to do it.

Doug was really afraid.  This was wrong.  He just knew that he'd
made a mistake.  

"Can you at least give me a clue?"  Pat began to wonder if maybe
this boy wasn't looking for sex.  The really silent ones usually
were.  But getting them to say it was always tough.

Doug thought about that for a moment.  Maybe that would work. 
Just a hint of why he was here.  If Mr. Palmer didn't understand
the hint, then Doug would know that he'd made a mistake and could
leave without making too big a fool of himself.

"Shorts."

Pat thought about that a moment, puzzled.  But then he remembered
that when he'd last seen Doug that he'd been offering boys the
chance to run around his house in their underwear.

He smiled.  What a way to begin a weekend.  This boy just walks
into his house and wants to run around nearly naked.  And maybe
more.  

"Well, now.  I haven't offered anyone the chance to run around my
house in their underwear in years.  How old are you, Doug?"

"Sixteen, sir."

"Hmm.  Ok.  I'll let you run around in your underwear, but you
have to stop calling me Mr. Palmer or sir.  My name is Pat."

Pat noticed that Doug's crotch was stirring and growing.  What an
opportunity this could be.

"If it'll make it easier for you, I'll run around in my short
too."

"Ok," whispered Doug.

Pat stood and quickly stripped down to his skivvies, noticing
that Doug just sat there watching.  He was watching his crotch in
particular.  Maybe.  It had been some time since he'd had a new
boy to love.  The other four boys that stopped by from time to
time were beginning to lose interest.

Pat finally stood up and gave Doug a full frontal view.  "Well?"

Doug stirred.  Rising slowly to his feet, he slipped his shoes
off his feet and started unbuttoning his shirt.  He slipped the
shirt off and draped it over the back of the chair next to the
one he'd been sitting in.

When he glanced over at Pat, he noticed that the bulge in the
man's shorts was growing.  It was at this point that he realized
that his own cock was nearly hard.

Oh well, if Pat is not ashamed of the reaction, then he figured
he could live with it.  He quickly pulled off his pants and
draped them over the shirt.  So there he was, standing in this
stranger's house in his underwear, his cock getting harder by the
second.

Pat watched Doug undress, knowing the his own cock was getting
harder with each movement of this gorgeous boy.  When Doug had
finished and just stood there, avoiding Pat's eyes, Pat knew that
he was going to have to make the first advance.  But then, that
was how it always was.

"Would you like to touch me, Doug?"  Pat walked over and stood
directly in front of the boy, noticing that Doug's eyes never
strayed from Pat's crotch.  "Go ahead, it's Ok."

Unbelievable, thought Doug.  He slowly raised his hand until he
grazed the bulging crotch before his eyes.  Pat didn't so much as
flinch.  So Doug opened his hand and wrapped his fingers around
the huge bulge.  What an experience.  To finally touch another
man's hard cock and balls after all these years of fantasizing
about it.  It felt better than he'd ever thought it would.

Pat was just barely able to control his urge to blast a load into
this young man's hand.  He withstood the temptation, though.  But
now it was his turn.  He reached down and place his right hand on
Doug's left hip and slowly moved it across the fabric until his
hand cupped the boys rocks and rod.

Doug fairly exploded when Pat wrapped his hand around Doug's
crotch.  Every nerve and muscle reacted, tingling and stiffening
all at the same time.  And then there was the embarrassing
realization that he was spunking in his shorts from that simple
touch.  Oh god, what would Pat think of him.  He'd probably
laugh.

But there was no laughter from Pat.  He just stood there and
rubbed Doug's cock until the convulsions ended.  Only once had a
boy walked into his house and not cum like this from the first
touch.  He loved it.  He was enjoying the sensation of Doug's
warm cum as it soaked through the fabric of his shorts and
covered his hand.

Suddenly, Pat gasped.  Doug nearly jumped out of his skin think-
ing he'd done something wrong.  But before he could move he began
feeling warm fluid filling his hand.  He looked down and saw, to
his amazement, that Pat was cumming in his shorts too, all over
Doug's hand.

When Pat had emptied himself, he looked into Doug's amazed face.

"See, it happens to all guys once in a while.  There's nothing to
be ashamed or embarrassed of."

There was a short silence in which was heard only the sound of
two hands rubbing two crotches.  It was a slick, almost gurgling
sound.

Pat suddenly had a thought.  He just might get away with it.  So
he released his hold on Doug's wet jockeys and slipped his thumbs
under the wasteband.

"Better wash these before you go home.  Don't want your mother
seeing these."

He slowly knelt down, pushing the shorts to Doug's ankles.  Then,
just as Doug lift one foot to allow Pat to pull his shorts
completely off, Pat leaned over and engulfed Doug's sticky, semi-
hard cock.

Doug stood stock still and gasped.  He had certainly not expected
this.  He very nearly yanked his prick out of Pat's mouth, but
noticed to his shear joy the sensation of Pat's warm mouth and
tongue on his pecker.  His imagination could never have prepared
him for this feeling.

Slowly, Pat move Doug to a position directly in front of the
nearest chair.  He then pushed ever so slightly, forcing Doug to
sit.  He then grabbed Doug's legs just behind the knees and
pulled, forcing his butt to move toward the very edge of the
cushion.  

Once there, Pat gently pushed the boy's legs apart so that he
could gain full access to Doug's crotch.  

By the time Pat had gotten Doug into the proper position, the
boy's cock was nearly fully erect again.  Pat had to smile to
himself.  It was pleasing to see that he hadn't forgotten how to
make a boy cum in rapid succession.

Doug couldn't have gotten away even if he'd wanted to.  And he
definitely did not want to.  He simply laid his back and closed
his eyes and release all control of his body over to this wonder-
ful man who was generating these new sensations of pleasure.

Having gotten just the right positioning, Pat was able to suck on
Doug's cock, move down and lick and suck on his balls, and even
make the occasional trek down to his puckered little ass.  He
kept this up for nearly ten minutes and was really enjoying
himself.  Doug tasted so clean.  So....so....so youthful.....so
sweet.  He'd nearly forgotten what a virgin tasted like.  It'd
been so long.

He was, in fact, having such a good time that he nearly missed
his chance to catch Doug's full load of cum.  But he brought
himself back to reality just in time to wrap his mouth around
Doug's cock and almost immediately began tasting the sweet teen
cum as it cascaded down his throat.

Doug was lost.  Lost in a world of sights, sounds and feelings,
the likes of which he could never have imagined.  His body
convulsed once and went hard as a board.  At the same moment he
began hearing a ringing in his ears, seeing flashes of multi-
colored light inside his mind's eye.  His breathing came in short
gasps.  He heard and scream and wondered where that had come
from, then realized that it was his own voice he was hearing. 
Not that he had any control over it anyway.

Every muscle, every nerve exploded with sensations.  Tingling,
burning feelings pulsed throughout his entire body.  Oh god, how
long would it last.  Don't ever let it end.  Don't stop.

Arrggghhhh!!!!  His mind echoed the voice he was hearing.

Pat was astonished.  Never had he encountered such an intense
reaction before.  It was a new and exciting thrill for him.  He
did everything he could think of to prolong the experience.  He
reached up and began playing with the boy's nipples.  He swirled
his tongue around his ultra sensitive cock head.  

It worked, too.  For even though Doug had stopped cumming, he was
still locked in the same position, still screamed, still had no
voluntary control of his body.  But it would not last forever.

And sure enough, Doug finally collapsed in a heap, breathing
heavily.  Sweat ran down his body like small creeks making their
way toward a lake.  And that lake was forming in and around
Doug's navel.

"Just sit and relax," said Pat as he rose and took their cum-
filled underwear to the laundry room and threw them into the
washer and started the machine.

*******************************

"That doesn't sound too bad."

"Oh, it was great.  I just wish, now, that...."

"What?" interrupted Jack.  "You had a good time, right?"

"Yeh."

"Well?  Just think of all the fun you've had since.  I was simply
making up for lost time.  I bet you've done things since then
that I haven't."

"A few."

"Ok....teach me."  With that, Jack reached over and began rubbing
Doug's rock hard tool.  

"Jack?"

"Yeh?"

"Have you ever stuck things up you ass?"

Jack stopped his rubbing.  How could Doug have known?

"Some times."

"Did you like it?"

"Yeh.  But it was hard to do and enjoy at the same time."

"I know.  Would you let me stick something up your ass?"

This surprised Jack.  But the idea also excited him.

"Like what?"

"This."  Doug reached down and pulled down his briefs, releasing
his cock.  It stood straight up.  Was about the same size and
thickness of Jack's.  There was a full black bush at the base.

Jack thought about that a moment.

"Will it hurt?"

"Only a little.  Only at first.  Pat's shown me how to do it so
that it doesn't hurt much at all.  Really, Jack, you can't
imagine how fabulous it feels.  Pat has screwed me several times. 
I can't get enough of it."

"Ok.  What do I have to do?"

Doug ran over to the nightstand and pulled a tube of something
from the drawer then returned.

"Just stand at the end of the bed and bend way over, until your
head is touching the bed."

Jack did as instructed, pulling off his briefs as he assumed the
designated position.  He felt somewhat embarrassed to be sticking
his ass into his friends face this way.

"I know, it's embarrassing the first time," said Doug, knowing
what Jack was feeling.  He'd felt the same when Pat had screwed
him the first time.  "But that feeling won't last long."

"Now just try to relax."

Doug then knelt down behind Jack and began licking at Jack's ass. 
Now this was a feeling he knew.  And Doug was doing a great job.

Doug just couldn't believe he was finally doing this with Jack. 
He'd beat off hundreds of times while thinking about his life-
long friend.  Granted, he's never imagined anything like this,
but that didn't matter.  He was with Jack and they were going to
become closer than ever.

Doug worked furiously at Jack's fuck hole.  At the same time he
was lubricating his cock with the KY he'd pulled from the night-
stand.

When Jack started to squirm and push his ass into Doug's face,
Doug took his first finger, lubed it and pushed it slowly into
Jack's waiting ass.  He worked this finger around a bit, then
inserted a second finger.  He rotated these until he felt Jack
relax.  Finally, he inserted a third finger and waited.

"How does that feel?"

"Ooo, Doug.  That's great."  

"Ok," said Doug, as he stood and placed the head of his cock at
Jack's ass.  "Now just relax your ass.  You might try pushing
just a bit, like you're taking a shit.  I'll go slowly."

Jack did as he was told.  He could feel Doug's cock as it pushed
at his hole.  Jack pushed back at that cock, just like Doug had
said.  And as easily as that, Jack felt Doug's cock head enter
him.

Oh there was a little pain, but the thrill he suddenly felt
overrode any pain or fear there may have been.

Doug stood still, waiting for some indication from Jack that he
was ready to go further.  And that signal was not long in coming
either.  Jack began pushing his body back, forcing Doug's cock
further and further into his hot, hungry orifice.  Doug just
stood there and let Jack set the initial pace.

The sensation of Doug's cock entering and filling his ass was
odd.  Like being filled up.  He desperately wanted that entire
piece of meat inside.  He pushed slowly but steadily until he
finally felt Doug's balls and pubic hair laying against his ass
cheeks.

Jack's ass felt great.  Hot, hungry and so willing.  Doug was
surprised by Jack's eagerness and the ease with which his ass had
swallowed Doug's cock.

They stood like that for a moment without a word.

"Now what?" whispered Jack.

"Just relax and let me do the work this time."

With that, Doug began to slowly fuck his friend.  Slow, steady
withdrawal, then and equally slow and steady insertion.  He kept
up this pace until he could feel Jack begin trying to increase
the speed.

"Faster, Doug."

So he began to slowly increase the speed.  It only took a minute
or so before Doug was really plowing into Jack's ass.  Of course
Jack was helping out by driving his ass onto Doug's cock.

Doug soon began to feel the cum moving up his shaft, toward
release.  

"I'm gonna cum, Jack."

"Yes, yes.  Cum, Doug.  Cum inside me.  Fill me up."

And that is precisely what Doug did.  He thrust one final time
and then shot every thing he had into Jack's ass.

"Oh, that feels good," moaned Jack, as he began to feel Doug's
hot cum fill his insides.

They stood like that until Doug's cock had gone completely soft,
at which time he pulled it out with a slight pop.

Jack collapsed onto the bed.

"I never imagined that would feel so great."

"Me either," said Doug from beside Jack.  "I wasn't quite as
willing as you were my first time."

"To each his own."

"Jack, fuck me."

"I don't think I can."  He then rolled over, revealing the puddle
of cum that he'd been laying on.

"Couldn't control myself.  I started cumming the minute you did."

"Oh, poor baby."  Doug then moved down and took Jack's limp cock
into his mouth.  It took several minutes but he soon had that
cock at full attention.

"Now, Jack."  Doug automatically assumed his place at the end of
the bed.  He then scooped up a handful of Jack's cum off the
sheet and lubricated Jack's cock and his ass.

"Just stick it in there."

So Jack got behind Doug and began pushing his cock into Doug's
ass.  It surprised Jack how easily his cock went in.  Within
moments he was plowing his buddy just like his buddy had plowed
him only minutes earlier.

There was no sense of time for either of them.  It could have
been minutes of hours.  But finally Jack let it fly.

"I'm cummmmmmiiiiiinnnnnnngggggggg!!!!!!!"

Unlike Doug, however, Jack did not simply stand still.  He
continued his fucking motion until his rapidly shrinking cock
popped out of Doug's ass.

They collapse together on the bed.  Jack lay half on and half off
his buddy.  It was like this that they both fell asleep.

**************************************************************   

The boys had been gone for nearly an hour and Pat was dying of
curiosity.  So he went upstairs and walked to the virtually
invisible panel between the two spare rooms.  He pressed the
hidden button and heard the familiar sound of the locking mecha-
nism releasing.

He pushed the door open and entered the small room.  The room was
just barely wide enough for two people to stand shoulder to
shoulder in.  And it was just long enough for him to lay in. 

On either side walls were the viewing sides of two way mirrors,
looking into the bedrooms on either side.  Pat had used this many
time to observe the boys that had visited but had not wanted to
play with him, but were more than willing to play with each
other.  

Admittedly, it wasn't the ideal way to get your rocks off, but a
person learns to make due when other options are unavailable. 
Today, however, he was not here to get his rocks off.  He was
simply curious as to the progress being made by his two new young
friends.

What he observed was satisfying.  It was good to see that his
judgement of Doug had not been wrong.  That boy, Pat had judged,
loved to fuck and get fucked.  That was why he had refrained from
initiating Jack that first day.  He knew that he would get these
two boys together and he had wanted them to have something to
experiment with.

What he saw was Doug, leaning over the end of the bed, being
fucked by Jack.  And Jack did not seem to be minding the ex-
perience at all.  They had apparently been at it for some time,
for Pat had arrived just in time to see the culmination of their
efforts.

Jack suddenly moaned, "I'm cummmmmmiiiiiinnnnnnngggggggg!!!!!!!"

Jack did not simply stand still.  He continued his fucking motion
until his rapidly shrinking cock popped out of Doug's ass.

They collapse together on the bed.  Jack lay half on and half off
his buddy.  It was like this that they both fell asleep.

Pat smiled and left his little hideaway and returned to the
livingroom, satisfied that things were progressing very well, and
that today would probably be the best of his life.

That was an interesting thought, actually.  Pat sat in his
customary place and started remembering back on his life.  His
mind journeyed back to his first time with another man.  What an
interesting experience that had been.

*******************************

He was twenty-five and a virgin.  Why was he a virgin, wondered
Pat as he made his way to the college music department.  There
were plenty of girls on campus that found him attractive.  But
why did he feel unattracted to them?  He'd never felt the urge to
have sex with any of his dates.

All the girls he'd taken out had been good looking and pleasant
to be with.  But not one of them had turned him on.  And two or
three had made concerted efforts to do so.

Pat was your basic loner.  He did well in class, but spent all of
his free time alone in his room.  Usually he practiced his music. 
He had thought for the longest time that he was happy.  No
commitments, no connections to distract him in his studies.

He was a straight A student, working towards his Masters degree. 
And that had always been enough for him.  Until now.  A week
earlier he'd started wondering about his sexual life, or lack of
one.  It had suddenly occurred to him that there was something
missing in his life.

But what was he to do?  He just didn't have those kinds of
thoughts about girls.  Oh he had plenty of them about guys, but
that was a taboo area.  All the guys he'd ever gotten to know had
ridiculed the gay lifestyle with jokes and snide comments.

Arriving at the music building, Pat went straight to his usual
practice room.  It was Sunday morning and the building was
virtually empty.  There was only one other room being used.  He
didn't know who it was, but there was the tell-tale sound of a
cello being played further down the hall.

Pat sat down and began warming up on the piano.  

He'd been at it for nearly an hour before he decided to take a
break.  He walked down the hall to the lounge and bought a coke
and sat on the too-soft couch to relax his body and mind.  He'd
practiced hard and his back ached a bit, as did his fingers.

He was about halfway through his coke with Mark entered the
lounge.  He was the cellist that had been practicing when Pat had
entered the hall, earlier.  Pat knew this, because Mark was much
like himself, in that, he spent most of his time practicing and
working on homework.

"Hey, Mark."

"Hi ya, Pat.  Hard at it, eh?"

"Always."

Mark got a seven-up from the machine and sat down at the other
end of the couch.

"My fingers are worn out," remarked Pat.

"Yeh, I heard you down there beating on that piano.  Sounded like
you were trying to beat the thing into submission."

"Really?" said Pat surprised.  He hadn't realized that he'd been
playing that hard.  He'd been working on a piece that should not
have created such a reaction from Mark.

"Prof would have killed you if he'd heard you playing that piece
like that."  Mark laughed, remember all the times he'd been
chewed out for just that reason.

"What a horrid thought."  Pat laughed in return.  He'd managed to
evade the worst of their professor's tirades.  But he'd seen
plenty of other students catch the explosive side of his nature.

"Haven't seen much of you lately," said Mark.

"Practice, practice, practice," was Pat's reply.

They chatted about nothing in particular for about ten minutes,
then they both got up and headed back down the hall toward their
practice rooms.

When Pat got to his he entered.

"Mind if I come in a listen?" said Mark.  "My fingers need a few
more minutes to recover."

"Sure," answered Pat.  He'd always liked Mark.  He seemed to be
so much like himself.  Their class schedules were not the same,
however, and so they never really got the chance to get to know
each other.

"Always wanted to try the piano.  I mean, running your fingers
along the rough strings of a cello can get pretty old."

"You do it so well, though."

"Oh, don't get me wrong.  I love playing the cello.  But on days
like today, when my fingers don't seem to want to cooperate, I
sort of wish I'd chosen and easier instrument."

Pat then assumed his imitation of the stance and bearing of their
professor and tried to match his speech pattern.  "Yung Mon,
there are no eazy instrruments.  Only lazzy mindz that don't wish
to work."

Mark gave a hearty laugh.  "Too true."

"Tell you what," began Pat, wishing to keep Mark there for a
while.  He was enjoying himself more than he had in many days. 
"Why don't you sit beside me and I'll teach you something simple
on the piano."

"That'd be great!" said Mark as he took his place next to Pat.

Now Mark was about 5'10" with blond hair and blue eyes.  He was
not skinny, but then he wasn't fat either.  He wasn't even husky. 
He just had enough meat on his bones to fill his shirt and pants.

The first thing Pat noticed was how warm Mark's body was.  Or was
that his own.  Maybe this wasn't such a good idea.  But he had to
go through with it.  Why did he suddenly feel like he was suf-
focating?

Pat ran Mark through a couple of simple exercises, which Mark
picked easily enough.  Then he started to teach him a couple of
the little bar tunes that he'd learned during his first year of
college.

Mark was having particular trouble on one song, getting his
fingers all tangled on, what was for Pat, an easy run.  Pat
demonstrated several times, but Mark just couldn't seem to get
it.  So Pat reached across Mark and began moving his fingers for
him.

MISTAKE!! screamed Pat's mind.  From the moment he touched Marks
fingers, a tingling began in Pat's hand and began spreading
throughout his body.  He had to concentrate to keep from losing
control.

It took great effort, but he managed it.  Mark finally got the
hang of the run.  But then things started taking new turns and
unexpected twists.

As Pat pulled back his hands, Mark grabbed Pat's right hand and
began rubbing it and looking at it closely.

"See what I mean?  Your hands are uncaloused and soft.  Mine tend
to be tough at the ends of the fingers."

Mark was massaging Pat's palm gently and it was sending chills
all over Pat's hot body.

"You know, Pat, I've wanted to get to know you better for a long
time now."

"M..M..Me too."

"I thought for the longest time that you spent all your free time
going out with the girls.  But then I started watching you and
found that you spent most of your time alone in your room."

Mark's massaging was becoming positively sensual and was giving
Pat's cock a good reason for getting hard.  Oh god, what if Mark
saw?

"I'd like to see more of you, Pat."  Mark suddenly seemed uncer-
tain.  He hesitated a bit as he spoke.

"Me too," answered Pat.

"Really?  How much more?"

Pat did not understand the question.

Mark was taking a real chance, he knew that.  But he had gone
just too long without having another man that he was willing to
take the risk.  Pat was so good looking.  There were also some
indications that he might be gay.  But if he was, Mark thought
that maybe he didn't know it yet.

Pat had gone out a few times with girls, Mark had seen him.  But
that had stopped months ago.  Something inside Mark said go for
it.  But then there was the side that said, what if you're wrong. 
You'll be humiliated and run out of the school.

"I mean, do you want to get to know my mind only or are you
interested in more?"

Pat still wasn't sure what Mark meant.

"Would you like to know how I feel right now?" asked Mark,
deciding that he'd gone too far now to give up.  He had to take
the plunge.

"Sure."

With that Mark took Pat's hand and placed it on his bulging
crotch.

Pat stopped breathing.  His hand was on another man's crotch.  He
couldn't believe it.  And what a crotch.  The bulge between
Mark's legs was huge.  Pat's was pretty big too, but not nearly
as big as Mark's.

Pat looked into Mark's eyes.  What he saw there surprised him. 
There was wanting there.  But there was also understanding.

"I've never done this before."

"I thought not," replied Mark.  "I'll teach you.?" he said,
almost as a question.

"Ok."

Mark got up and stood at one end of the piano bench and undid his
pants.  Pat just sat there and stared at Mark's bulging crotch. 
Mark separated the fly, revealing his creamy white jockey shorts. 

Mark stood like this for several seconds then let go his pants
which slid down his legs and collected on the floor.  He then
stepped out of them and kicked them to one side.

Pat could see every detail of Mark's cock and balls.  His cock
stretched out to Mark's left and looked for all the world like a
cannon.  At least to Pat it did.

Pat finally screwed up the nerve to get up and follow Mark's
lead.  They were soon both standing in front of each other in
nothing but their jockeys.  Both cocks were stiff as flag poles
and creating wet spots.

Mark stepped up to Pat.

"Touch me, Pat."

Pat was like a robot.  He moved his hand mechanically to Mark's
crotch and wrapped his fingers around his balls.

"Now rub them just a bit."

Pat did this as well.  It felt great.  Those huge, supple orbs
reacting to his touch.  He did this a few times then moved his
hand to Mark's cock and began rubbing it.

"Take it out, Pat."

So that is what he did.  He pulled Mark's jockeys down far enough
to release his cock and balls.  It had to be at least eight
inches long, that cock.  It was gorgeous.  

Pat began to stroke that cock, rubbing Mark's balls with his left
hand.

Mark now reached over and pulled Pat's shorts down and began
rubbing and stoking Pat's seven and a half inches.

They stood like that, jacking each other off, until finally they
erupted simultaneously all over each other.

"Oh that was good, Pat.  It's been months since a man has touched
me.  I was right about your hands too.  They feel great."

They got dressed and spent the rest of the day in Pat's room. 
Mark teaching, while Pat learned.

*******************************

Pat awoke to find his dick rock hard and inside Doug's mouth.

"Hungry, boy?"

He stopped just long enough to answer.  "You know it."

Jack was sitting in his usual chair watching and stroking his own
meat.

Pat moved around so that he could lay flat on the couch.

"Come here, Jack," he said, tapping his chest.

Jack jumped up and knelt over Pat, his cock only inches from
Pat's mouth.

Pat grabbed Jack's ass, pulled him up and started licking the
boy's cock from tip to base.  He pulled a little more and soon
had Jack's balls inside his mouth.

Pat was truly in heaven.  A young mouth on his cock and a young
cock in his mouth.  And Doug was doing his usual fine job of
moving between Pat's cock, balls and ass.

Jack was starting to get real hot.

"Suck me, Pat."

So Pat did just that.  He pulled Jack further up and began
sucking on his ass.

"Oooo."

Pat was getting good and hot as well.  So hot in fact, that he
soon began loading Doug's mouth with his cum.

When he'd finished, he lifted Jack off of him and had Doug sit on
the couch.

"Oh yes, suck my cock, Jack."

So Jack knelt between his buddy's legs while Pat got down between
Jack's cheeks and continue to work on them.

When he felt that Jack was ready, Pat got on his knees and
inserted his still hard cock into Jack's ass.

"Oh, yes," he moaned.  "Fuck me, Pat."

Jack's ass was just as tight as Doug's.  It felt good wrapped
around Pat's throbbing tool.

Doug was the first to cum.  He left his load in Jack's mouth then
quickly got off the couch and positioned himself under Jack.  He
then took Jack's cock into his mouth, at which time Jack began to
cum.  

The effect this had on Pat was not particularly surprising.  For
as Jack came, his ass began to squeeze Pat's cock.  That was all
it took.  Pat filled Jack with his love juices.

The rest of the day was like this.  Two-somes, three-somes,
experimentation and lesson.

Jack and Doug let the house that night wiser for the experience
and happier because of the new bond between them.