Date: Sat, 19 Nov 2005 15:03:44 -0800
From: Bruce Bramson <organs@bdcsi.net>
Subject: BOYS IN THE QUIRE

AWAKENING

Joey and I were cousins, born on the same date, so we shared birthday
parties and just about everything else. Our parents were close friends, and
we two families lived next-door to each other.  So, Joey and I were more
like brothers than cousins: our parents traveled a lot, so we each had
bed-rooms with twin beds, and sleep-overs were commonplace.

My awakening to the beauty of boys took place following our graduation from
Grammar School. As the summer weather warmed up and our clothing became
skimpier I noticed that Joey had begun touching me far more often than he
ever had. I didn't mind: he would grasp my skimpy biceps and squeeze, or
let his hand run down my bare fore-arm in a playful way. It seemed quite
innocent until one afternoon when we had decided to watch a TV program. We
sat in our shorts, as it was a really hot day. Joey snuggled up to me in a
way he never had before. The heat emanating from his body stirred me up: my
little stiffy rose in my tighty-whities: I was not entirely sure why, but a
glance showed me Joey had his left hand inside his shorts. Suddenly, he put
his right hand, which had been resting on my smooth thigh, right on my
little hard-on!

"I wanna see your pee-pee," Joey said.

Now, as brothers in deed if not in fact, we had both seen each other nude
many times: neither of us had ever seemed to notice the other. If I had
been asked at this moment to describe Joey's thingy, I would not have been
able to do so. But we'd never had any secrets from each other, so I could
see no reason not to grant his request.

"Sure, Joey," I replied, "show me yours?"  I have no idea why I added the
'show me yours': I didn't really have any particular interest in seeing his
pee-pee...

...until it came into view as he and I both stood and dropped our shorts
unabashedly. Like mine, his was stiff, not quite as long as mine but
perhaps a trifle bigger around.

I had never before examined my cousin with a critical eye, but I realized
at once that I liked what I saw. Where I was your typical "white boy" with
dirty blond hair and blue eyes, Joey's body reflected his mother's
Mediterranean genes: he was several shades darker than myself. He had very
dark brown hair and brown eyes. His muscle structure was just coming into
prominence, as he was entering puberty about six months (as it turned out)
before I did. Joey loved to swim, and did so regularly in the irrigation
canals that ran around our valley town. I on the other hand, was the
book-worm, rarely involved in any kind of sports.

"Geez, Jim. Yours is gonna be a whopper!" Joey exclaimed as he glanced
appreciatively at my bouncing stiffy.

"It looks pretty much like yours," I replied, but mine doesn't have any
hairs around it like yours does."

It was true: Joey's pulsing hard-on had a collection of wispy black hairs
around the base of it, something I had failed to notice until now. Around
the base of my own there was not even peach-fuzz.

"Yeah, that's just sprung up in the last few months," Joey replied
proudly. We stood a while, just gazing at each other's nudity, as if seeing
each other for the first time (which in a sense, we were).  Then we sat
back down on the sofa, and as before, Joey snuggled up to me. We had lost
track completely of whatever was on the TV, and I had no interest in
getting back to it: having my cousin utterly nude beside me was far more
interesting than anything the TV had to offer. Then, without further ado,
Joey reached across himself with his left hand and folded his fist around
my hard little prick. I had never felt anything so sensationally wonderful
in my life!

"Wow, Joey: that feels really good."

"Don't you play with it when you're in bed at night?" Joey asked.

"Not really. It's usually only hard in the morning, not at night."

"You can touch mine if you want."

I reached over and put my fist around his dick; here was another wonderful
sensation. His wand pulsated pleasantly.

"It feels so different to have someone else touch you there," Joey said
matter-of-factly.

"Am I the first?" I asked, fully expecting that I was.

"Naw."  I was disappointed.

"The Choir Director showed me some things..." Joey's voice trailed off. He
had been rubbing his fist up and down on my hard-on, so I had followed his
lead. But it was news that our Choir Director had played with Joey. We were
both in the boys-choir at the Episcopal church: Joey an alto, I a soprano.
Singing was one of the things we both liked to do together. The Director
was a man in his forties, and he was wonderful with us: he knew just how to
get the best out of our voices, and our little boys- choir was well known
around town. But Mr. Bachman - we all called him "JSB" - had never touched
me anywhere. I was mildly disappointed.

By this time, I was masturbating my cousin vigorously, even though I had no
idea what I was doing or why, beyond the fact it seemed right and kinda
"cool". I felt a closeness with my cousin I had never noticed before. But
my arm was getting tired, so I slowed my pace.

"Don't stop."

I shifted my position to get a better grip: our bare legs touched all along
their lengths. It felt good.  Joey had let go of me, and was running his
hands over his bare thighs and up beneath his balls, now tightly drawn up
at the base of his prick. I put my left arm behind his
shoulders. Overwhelmed by a feeling of closeness, I nibbled at Joey's
ear. He turned and our mouths touched in a tentative kiss. At this precise
moment, Joey's dick surged in my hand and streaks of liquid shot out the
head of it, landing on his smooth stomach. I was astonished, never having
seen anything like this before. Joey quieted my still-moving hand, and we
both began to un-wind.

"I love you, Joey," I found my self whispering in his ear.

"I love you too, Jim," Joey replied hoarsely. "That was a wonderful
jerk-off you a gave me."

"Any time!" But, what's that stuff that came out?

"JSB called it jizz. He got the first of it I ever made." A fleeting wave
of envy passed my mind, that the Director had got to my cousin before I
had.

"When was that?"

"Remember the night he kept me for special voice training after choir
practice not long ago?"

"Yeah."

"He said my voice was gonna change deeper soon, and I could make it happen
quicker if I jerked-off.  I had no idea what he was talking about, so he
did it to me so I would learn how. I've been doing it almost every day
since."

"Ah: so you don't need someone else, you can do it by yourself?"

"Sure. But it does feel better when someone else does it. Let me show you:
switch places."

Joey and I were both right-handed. As we stood, I appraised Joey once
again, watching his tight musculature move his limbs about: he was really
very well put together, and a joy to behold. Once re-seated, he gathered up
his recently deposited jizz, and put his gooey fist around my still hard
prick.  The effect was electrifying, and his rapidly moving fist soon
brought forth feelings and sensations I had never experienced. When it
arrived, my orgasm was dry, but so intense I felt as if I would pass out.

"My gosh, Joey, that was terrific! I never felt anything like it before."

"Wait until you can make the jizz!"

"It can't be any better than I just felt, can it?"

"Oh, yes it can!"  Joey was now one-up on me, but was not one to take
advantage.

Thus began my life-long interest in boys and young men.

DEVELOPMENT

Through the remainder of that summer, Joey and I jerked each other off
regularly. I never got tired of seeing his prick shoot its sticky white
accumulation, and every time he did it to me I hoped I would produce the
same.

Meanwhile, I was examining the other members of the boys-choir, wondering
how many of them JSB had given his special training, and wondering if I
would ever come in for that attention. There were some twenty-five youths
in the choir, some in high school and some still in grammar school. All
were from the best families in town, the Episcopalians being among the
wealthiest. Naturally, the older boys had the lower voices, the younger
like me were still sopranos. I thought some of the boys were better-looking
than others, and one in particular was the handsomest guy I had ever
seen. His name was David, and one day I asked Joey if he thought David
jerked off (as we happened to be doing just then).

"Oh, yes, I expect that deep voice he has is the result of jerking-off,
like JSB said."

"I wish I could watch him do it. It's so much fun to see you spurt."

"Oh, he's a good sport. I know his little brother, too: maybe I can set
something up."

Good to his word, Joey arranged for David to come to his place one
afternoon a week or so later.  It seems "special training" was code for
"having some fun", so David knew what to expect. Joey and I were already
down to our shorts when he rang the door-bell. Of course, we were well
known to each other from being in the choir, so greetings were unnecessary.

"Your folks aren't home? David inquired.

"Both at work as usual," Joey replied.

"Good: I'm really horny!"  So saying, he un-did his belt, unzipped his
pants and dropped them to the floor.

David was the first guy well into his teens I had ever seen nude: he had a
glorious baritone voice, and was 17. His shorts were pushed out so far I
thought they would burst: whatever was inside would surely be far bigger
than anything my cousin or I could produce. I wondered if he would have any
interest in our puny little hard-ons. In a trice, David's white shorts were
on the floor along with ours, and the three of us stood examining each
other. By this time I had seen Joey nude often, so my attention was drawn
to David: he was taller then either of us by a foot or more, he had a lot
of hair around his dick and balls, and even hair on his legs and arms. He
was very nicely put together, but his most prominent feature, his dick, was
extraordinary (or so it seemed to me at the time: it was the first
fully-developed male organ I had ever seen).

"You two are brothers, right?" David asked.

"Nope: cousins. But we are the same age, just turned 13 last August 9th," I
explained.

"That's cool." David replied, "I like tykes like you."

"Whatcha wanna do?" Joey asked.

"Lets go to your bedroom," David replied. There, we flopped across Joey's
bed, David flanked by the two of us. His hard-on had not wilted in the
slightest: I wanted very much to touch it, and when I did, it seemed like
it was on fire. My fist barely got around it, but it was incredibly
rigid. The sensation of his hairy bush on my hand was new, too.

"Gosh, David, that's a huge thing you got there," I exclaimed.

"When I was your age," he replied, "I was much smaller than you are now: I
think you're gonna have a beauty in a few years."

"Yeah, Joey says as much, but right now, I can't even make jizz."

"Oh, give it time. And when JSB keeps you back for special training, be
sure to go along with him.  Even if it isn't your first time, let him think
it is. He gets off on teaching little guys like you.  And if you don't stop
what you're doing to me, I'm gonna make a mess."

"That's OK."

"Not yet," David replied. "I got a few things I can teach, myself."

"Such as?"

David removed my hand from his dick, and brought it to his face: he
inserted my middle finger in his mouth and sucked on it violently.

"Give you any ideas?" he inquired. "Stand up, Joey," he ordered.

Joey obeyed. David raised up to a sitting position, but as he was so much
taller, his face was at the level of Joey's chest. "No good," he said, "lie
back down on the bed."

David knelt on the floor, bent over and without further delay sucked Joey's
little hard-on into his mouth as he simultaneously fondled my rigid little
stiffy.

Joey raised himself up on his arms so he could look down at the bobbing
head working on his prick: he was wide-eyed with amazement.

"That's the most amazing sensation, Jim!" he said to me: "not like jerking
off at all." Joey relaxed back on to the bed and closed his eyes. Lying
next to him, I had extended my right leg into David's crotch, where he
humped it sensuously. I saw Joey's lithe muscular legs go straight, and the
tendons begin to show: I figured he was about to make jizz, when David
abruptly moved from Joey to me.

"You're right, Joey: that's unlike anything we've felt before, and it's
terrific!"

David applied his mouth to my little hard-on with fervor, and it was not
long before I reached yet another dry orgasm, accompanied by loud moans and
exclamations. It was my first blow-job, and one I'll never forget. Without
skipping a beat, David returned to Joey's still rigid pecker. It seemed
clear I was not going to see my cousin shoot this time. I was right: when
Joey exploded in David's mouth with a lot of thrashing and moaning, I was
disappointed. But David seemed ecstatic, and when he finally got off Joey's
dick and stood up, he wrapped his fist around his gorgeous phallus and
within a few minutes shot long streaks of stringy jizz all over both of
us. His production made up for not seeing Joey shoot. Exhausted, David sank
down on the bed between us, where we all rested comfortably, idly toying
with David's copious effusion scattered over us.

We relaxed for perhaps a quarter of an hour. When I next glanced over at
David, his prick lay across his thigh, a big glob of jizz still at the
tip. I was fascinated both by its size when flaccid, and by the hair on his
thighs: I wanted to feel that hair under my fingers, so I turned towards
him and began to stroke his legs. The silky hair on his skin gave it a
different "feel" than what I was accustomed to with myself or Joey. As for
the effect on David, who I thought was asleep, his magnificent boner rose
up quickly.  I could not help myself: I bent over and lapped at the tip of
his dick as a cat licks milk, then sucked as much of him into my mouth as I
could. I really had no clear idea of what I should do, but feeling the
corona of his penis inside my mouth was far from unpleasant, and rolling my
tongue around and around seemed to give David pleasure, as he squirmed
under my attention. But my jaw quickly became sore, for I had to hold it
quite wide open to accommodate even the first couple of inches of David's
prong, so I had to give up.

Not to be outdone, Joey took my place almost at once. He did not seem to do
much better than I had, but it was exciting watching his head bob as he
tried to jerk David off with his mouth. I was busy, meanwhile, once again
feeling up and down David's thighs, and gently fondling his large hairy
balls.  The taught stringy muscles of his thighs felt mighty good under my
fingers!

Before long, David brought this play to a halt. "Where's the john?" he
inquired, "I gotta piss."

"I'll show you," Joey said. For some reason we all traipsed out of the
bedroom to the nearby bathroom, where David's dick had drooped enough so he
could pee. I shall never forget the deep thunderous sound as his large jet
hit the water in the toilet: it was unlike any sound either I or Joey could
make with our puny little streams. And by the time David had finished and
flicked away the last few drops, we were all hard again.

Back in the bedroom, David sat down in Joey's desk chair, and arranged Joey
across his lap. He began a slow jerk-off of Joey's cute little dick. There
wasn't much for me to do but watch, but I never tired of seeing my cousin
shoot his jizz. When that second happy event occurred, David gathered up as
much of Joey's exudate as he could and licked it from his hand and fingers,
then was kind enough to jerk me off to another dry orgasm on his lap as he
had for Joey. I got the distinct impression David liked little boys,
whether they could make jizz or not. He then stretched out on the bed full
length, and said, "Make me shoot any way you want."

Joey and I went to work on this lanky youth. We took turn jerking his
splendid dick, or licking at the head of it, or running our hands up and
down his well-formed legs. I, already beginning to exhibit my preference
for mouth action, found myself licking at his hairy balls while Joey slid
his fist up and down David's shaft. This combination seemed to do it for
David, who suddenly pushed us aside, grabbed his dick violently, gave it
exactly two vicious strokes and sent more of his beautiful exudate jizz out
over his heaving stomach. It was glorious to behold! I could not resist
bending over and retrieving a few gobs of it in my mouth: I had never
tasted Joey's jizz, but for some reason I really wanted to taste David's:
instantly, I knew that the next time Joey and I played, I would taste his
jizz.

When he recovered and had mopped himself up with his shorts, David thanked
us profusely and as he dressed assured us he would welcome repeat
performances. However, this was not to be: it would soon be September, the
start of Junior High for Joey and me. As a senior in High School, David
would not want it known he fooled around with us little boys.

MORE DEVELOPMENTS

Junior High brought new adventures I had never dreamed of! For one thing,
we were required to take PE (Physical Education) class every day: this
meant having lockers in the gymnasium, where we had to change into special
gym-clothes, play at some sport or other, then shower and change back to
our street-clothes before going on to the next class. On the one hand, this
gave numerous opportunities to see my class-mates nude. On the other hand,
it gave my class-mates the opportunity to see me nude, which was the
down-side of the adventure, for I was among the least developed of the boys
in my gym class, and I was frequently harassed for being so immature.

My greatest fear, of getting a hard-on while showering, never
eventuated. For some reason, despite the provocation of many glistening
young bodies and a lot of ribald commentary, hard-ons were not often seen,
not that I would have minded seeing many of those shiny dicks rise up. Once
in a while in the locker room, one of the older boys would show himself
hard deliberately, but woe unto little me if I were caught looking at it!
My pink little buns often came out of the drying-room far pinker than usual
due to all the towel-snaps they endured.

Talking it over at night with Joey helped get me through the first semester
of PE. We were in different classes, but came to know many of the same guys
as we interacted in different classes, so we spent a lot of time comparing
notes about the different boys we saw, imagining what dangled between their
legs. It always led to a satisfying mutual jack-off.

Each of us had developed a crush on someone at school, and we speculated
endlessly on what fun it would be to have either (or both) of them join us
for a jerk-off session. Joey had fixated on Johnny, a lad in his math
class, who he thought was the sexiest guy he'd ever laid eyes on. I could
see what he liked in him, but I was smitten by Tony, in my English
class. The two (Johnny and Tony) were as different as they could be! Johnny
was dark, like Joey, but older and "built": he played football, and made it
clear he thought swimming was a sissy sport. Tony was closer to David in
appearance, a striking blond, the first boy I had ever seen who wore his
hair long. On him, it was perfect: he was pretty. Girls flocked to him as
flies to a fresh turd, and I envied his popularity, not that I wanted to
have anything to do with girls: I wanted to have everything to do with
Tony!

Meanwhile, Joey and I continued to sing in the boys choir. Spring break
also brought Easter, when all the extra preparation and extra rehearsals
came to fruition on Easter Sunday morning. With no less than three
performances of the Easter Oratorio together with the men's chorus and a
local orchestra, it was an exhausting schedule and it left little time for
anything else. Even our little jerk off sessions were curtailed.

Second semester resumed, and to my surprise at the end of the next boys
choir rehearsal JSB quietly asked me to stay for a few minutes of special
training: we had just begun work on the new music for Christmas. Once we
were alone, the director asked me how things were going in school. On that
very day, I'd had a particularly trying time in the gym and was feeling
quite badly, so I unburdened myself.

"So, just why do the others tease you?" he asked.

"Because of my pee-pee," I replied truthfully.

"Because it is so big?" he asked (no fool, he was trying to build me up).

"No!" I blurted out, "Because it's so small!" I was near tears.

"I can't believe that," JSB said: "let me see it."

He was seated on the piano bench in our rehearsal room, and had already
drawn me close to him.  Without waiting for my reaction, he unfastened my
belt, drew down the zipper of my trousers and pushed them down. By now,
this was an action guaranteed to get me hard, so by the time he reached
into my shorts my prick was at attention. Drawing the shorts away, JSB
exclaimed: "Too small? They have to be kidding, you've nothing to be
ashamed of.."

"But all the other boys *are* bigger!" I exclaimed hotly. And most of them
have hair..."

JSB bent over and looked closely at my genitals: "Haven't you even noticed?
You're getting hairs now yourself."

Truthfully, I hadn't noticed. JSB shone a nearby lamp on my crotch, and
sure enough, there were a few stragglers there, with what appeared to be
more on the way.

"Well, that's good news: maybe they'll begin to leave me alone."

"Yes, I'm sure they will. I know what you went through: I was a 'late
bloomer' too. In fact, I can prove it to you." He quickly unbuttoned his
own trousers and pushed them down. He had a hard-on, but it was really not
much larger than my own. "Some folks have big ones, and some have little
ones, but in the end, they all operate pretty much the same way."

He'd been stroking my hard-on through most of this conversation, so it
remained stiff as it always did when any attention was paid to it. Now, he
set to jerking it off with a passion. I knew what the result would be, but
there was no stopping him, and why should I? I loved getting my self
jerked, so I relaxed and let him have his way. He had a knack, this guy: he
knew how to work his fingers around just the right tender spots, and he
also knew how to prolong the feeling by changing to less sensitive parts
for a time. He had me on the edge, and kept me there longer than Joey had
ever managed to do.  And when at last he brought me to an orgasm, I saw my
first weak shot of jizz! He caught it in his palm and quickly worked it
around my prick, keeping it throbbing and dribbling for many minutes.  It
was excruciatingly wonderful and almost painful at the same time. But, I
had shot my first jizz! I will never forget it!

When at last I began to relax, he drew up my shorts, then my pants, zipped
me up and buckled my belt. I was already hard again, but he ignored the
bulge in my pants as he closed his own.

"That was your first jizz, right?"

"Yes, Mr. Bachman, and it felt wonderful!"

"I know that: and now that you know it, you'll do it every day just as all
boys do. Enjoy!"

The special training was over.

FURTHER DEVELOPMENTS

Of course, Joey wanted to hear all about my special training. It seemed
that Mr. Bachman's _modus operandi_ was always the same: somehow, he knew
exactly when a boy was ripe to get his first jizz, and he facilitated the
event. He never touched either of us again.

But Joey and I continued to jerk off regularly, both together and
alone. Joey liked my budding pubescence, and we frequently sucked each
other off, too. Joey liked me to shoot in his mouth, but I still preferred
to watch him squirt: I would then lap up his jizz, and that session would
end.

More and more, when jerking alone, my fantasies switched from Joey to Tony,
and I spent many nights drifting off to sleep developing schemes to get
into his pants. When it finally happened, it was almost too easy! Our
teacher required that we choose someone in the class to collaborate with on
a writing assignment. I chose Tony, and he didn't seem too unhappy to be my
choice. So, a few days later, we were in his bedroom, presumably to plan
what it was we wanted to write about. It was "now or never", so I suggested
our topic should be jerking-off!

"Jacking-off," Tony corrected me.

"I stand corrected." I was, in fact, standing, while Tony sat on his desk
chair. I could not be sure from the way his pants folded, but I thought I
detected a hard-on developing there. No one could have missed the bulge in
my pants, however. Now that I could make jizz, I was perpetually horny, and
my dick seemed to be getting a bit bigger every time it got hard.

"What shall we write about it?" Tony asked, apparently taking me seriously.

"We could describe how good it feels." I suggested.

"Alone?"

"Well, yes, and together with someone else: it feels very different, you
know."

"Does it really?"

"Sure! Haven't you had the pleasure?"

"Actually, I haven't."  There was a long pause. I was sure I saw a lurch in
his lap. "But I think I'd like to."

"Well, we're here, we're alone, and I think we're both hard, so..." I said
hopefully.

"Yes, we are."  Another long pause. I sensed the need to break the ice
somehow: Tony was certainly intrigued, but not sure if he should give in to
the urges in his loins. I wanted desperately to tell him how much I had
hoped for this very moment, but instead, without a word, I grasped my
tee-shirt and popped it over my head. Then I slowly and deliberately
unfastened my belt, unzipped my pants and pushed them down over my tented
shorts.

Tony gasped. "Gosh, Jim, I had no idea you'd be so cute undressed."

"Well, I've wanted to see you in the same condition ever since I first saw
you," I confessed.

"Me?"

"Yes, you! I think you're the best looking guy I ever saw."

Flattery works every time! Tony was on his feet now, pushing off his shoes
and preparing to remove his clothes before my very eyes. He had his hands
on his belt, but I moved over and pushed them aside.

"Let me," I begged.

"Uh, sure..."

Tony was a year older than I, and a head taller. He had angular features
that fit perfectly with the long hair he wore. I was about to undress my
idol, and I was not going to be in a great hurry. He had a tricky belt
buckle that took a bit of doing, but I brushed aside his attempt to
assist. This was the first guy I ever undressed: I wanted to savor the
moment! With his belt unclasped, I unbuttoned each of the seven buttons on
his fly one by one, lingering over each: I felt pulsations and throbs of
what was clearly a developing hard-on, but I avoided touching it, for I
knew with certainty that I soon would do so: there was no need to
rush. With the pants loose, I was able to grip Tony's tee shirt and assist
him out of it. This revealed a magnificently proportioned chest and tight
belly, every inch proclaiming "budding young man". I don't know why, but I
was drawn to his rosy nipples which were perfectly formed: I licked first
his left one then his right, which brought forth an audible groan of
pleasure.

Returning my attention to his pants, I gripped the top of them and slowly,
slowly pushed them down.  His gleaming white shorts came into view: they
were Fruit of the Loom Y-fronts, and were having great difficulty
containing his erection. I bent over to help him step out of each pant-leg
in turn, and saw as I did so two splendidly formed legs. By now, I was
beyond controlling myself, so I dropped to my knees and massaged each thigh
in turn, noting how glabrous and fair each was. By this time, I think I had
more hair on my legs than Tony did; it was clear he came from some stock
with very little body hair. Then I grasped his shorts and pulled them out
over the head of his dick which slapped me in the face as it sprang free.

I was confronted with the most beautiful hard prick I had yet seen (not
that I'd seen all that many, nor had I seen anywhere near as many as I
wished). It seemed close-on to twice mine in length, was larger in
circumference by half, and curved gently to his left. It rose from a
surprisingly thick bush of hair as blond as that on his head, but the bush
was confined to a small area, and beyond there was nothing but silky smooth
skin. At last! My idol was before me, hard, anxious, dripping with
anticipation.

Then we heard a door slam downstairs.

"Oh, Christ, my mother is home early," Tony exclaimed. "We gotta get
dressed quick."

I watched with dismay as that gorgeous prick wilted and Tony grabbed up his
clothes and quickly put them on. I stood and did the same. We heard someone
climbing the stairs, and by the time that someone made an appearance, we
were respectably dressed, although we still had our shoes off and were just
standing in the middle of the room. But it was not Tony's mother: it was
his older brother.  He appeared in the doorway, large and loutish in a
filthy football uniform: he was as ugly as his little brother was
beautiful, with severe acne and a face full of stubble.

"Hey, sissy bro, whatcha doin'?" he sneered.

"Jim here and I were studying for an English paper we have to write
together."

"Oh yeah?" Tom appeared not to believe his little brother.

"Yeah! Whatcha think?" Tony said defiantly.

"I think you two were about to do the nasty together, that's what I think,"
Tom said with a leer.  "Don't let me interfere!" He turned on his heel and
strode down the hall.

"Geez, I'm sorry Jim," Tony said. "My brother and I don't get along. He
thinks I'm queer."

"Queer?" I had not heard the term. "Whatcha mean?"

"Umm, maybe I like guys."

"Don't you know?"

"I think I do, but I never did anything with one: I was ready to do
something just now with you! But now we can't do it here."

"That's OK, Tony. We'll work on the paper at my place tomorrow afternoon,"
I said loudly, so his brother could hear, "nobody will bother us
there. It's time I was getting home anyway."

We put our shoes on and went downstairs. As Tony let me out the front door,
he grabbed my crotch and squeezed it deliciously. "See ya tomorrow," he
said.

I went home, on the one hand horny and dejected, on the other hand elated
that the next day might bring conquest. I mulled over the notion that there
were others like myself and Joey who liked boys, and decided this was
something I would discuss with my cousin soon.

That night I could not sleep: every time I closed my eyes, Tony's beautiful
hard prick rose before me.  Though I wanted to save myself for the next
day's anticipated events, I was unable to do so. So, after resisting
temptation for an hour or so, I threw back the bed-clothes, turned on the
lamp and took a good look at my rigid pecker. There was no doubt it was
growing, now approaching five inches in length, and there were more hairs
sprouting around it. But, as I examined my balls, I noticed strange whitish
lumps all over them. I was alarmed: it looked like some sort of
pox. Perhaps I would have to see a doctor! Still, the possibility I was
infected by some disease didn't prevent me from jacking myself off as
usual: by now, my jizz came in copious spurts just like Joey's. After
playing with my slick tummy for a few minutes, I pulled up the sheet to
absorb the mess, turned out the light and fell asleep at last.

The next day as we gathered for English class, Tony and I agreed he would
come to my house right after school. Just talking to him got my bone up,
and I noticed he held his zipper-binder strategically over his crotch. I
could not concentrate on anything in class, and spent the entire 45 minutes
enthralled by his beauty even though he was two rows away and I could see
little more than the back of his head. Seated at my desk, the pleats in my
denims hid my hard-on, which did not flag for one moment. When the bell
rang, I stood up, forgetting my condition momentarily: I saw several sets
of eyes fall to my crotch before I had presence of mind to sweep my books
off the desk into a position to cover my tumescence. The rest of the day's
classes dragged on as if time had slowed to a crawl.

Three-thirty finally rolled around and I was free to go home. It was a
twenty minute walk, and about half way there I met Tony coming from the
direction of his house. He'd somehow found time to go home and change
clothes. He now wore tight jeans that clung to his legs alluringly: his
crotch appeared to be stuffed with a few pairs of sox, but I already knew
what was really there! He also wore a tight tee-shirt, with the sleeves
rolled tightly into his arm-pits. His golden hair fell around his
shoulders; the slightest breeze sent it flying. Here was my blond idol,
walking beside me, anticipating, I hoped, what we were about to do as much
as I was. I did not even try to hide the protuberance in my denims: I might
as well advertise to this charming boy how I felt about him.  We walked in
silence, past Joey's place to our house. Once inside, I grabbed Tony's hand
and led him directly to my bedroom.

"So, if our paper is going to describe how it feels to jack-off together,
we have to have the experience first, right?" Tony exclaimed.

"I guess that's right," I said, giggling. "But I don't think the teacher
would really appreciate the topic."

"No, I suppose not," Tony replied seriously. "But, we have to start
somewhere..."

"Tony, is it really true you've never done it with another guy?" I asked
incredulously.

"No, I never have. But I have fantasized it over and over. In fact, it's
what I think about when I jack-off by myself. How about you?"

"My cousin and I have been doing it together whenever we can for almost a
year. We never get tired of it. Lately, my fantasy when I do it alone has
been doing it with you."

"Wow! I didn't know anyone else did these things."

"Well, now that you know, let's not stand here talking about it!"

Once again I approached my idol and began to undress him. Having been
through it once, I guess he realized I liked to do it, so he let it happen
without comment. Before long, he stood before me as he had the day before,
completely nude, with his wonderful dick throbbing at attention. I,
however, was still clothed. Tony seemed to be in a trance, so I had to
coach him: "Help me get these things off," I said as I tugged at my belt
buckle.

Tony obliged. This was, in fact, the first time I ever had someone take off
my clothes: Joey and I had never thought of undressing each other, I
suppose because we were used to being nude around each other most of the
time. Tony was no expert, but he managed to get my belt un-done, my denims
unzipped and down, and my shirt unbuttoned and off fairly quickly. I
thought I would faint when he pulled my Y-fronts over my hard-on and slid
them down my legs to the floor: it felt wonderful to have someone else do
that simple task.

I asked Tony, "What position do you usually like for jacking-off?"

"I sit on my bed against the head-board and draw my legs up in a butterfly,
and then have at it," he replied.

"I never tried it that way: show me," I said, pointing to my bed.

Tony climbed on to the bed and assumed the position he had described. His
balls rested on his heels, and his thighs were spread wide. His pecker,
bending slightly left-ward, rose and fell with every beat of his heart. I
could wait no longer, so joined him on the bed, lying alongside him and
snuggling under his sharply-bent right leg. "Close your eyes," I ordered.

I reached over and gently wrapped my fist around that delectable cock. The
head of it was glistening with a clear fluid, which I gathered in my
fingers and spread around: it was incredibly slippery. I could not have
described how it felt to hold his tool my hand. It pulsated rhythmically,
it felt alive! It felt hot. It felt just wonderful, and I did not want to
let go of it.

"Christ!" was the only word to escape Tony's lips.

But, there were other aspects of Tony's anatomy I wanted to explore. One of
these was his tight bush of blond, almost transparent hair. I ran my
fingers through it, wondering if I would ever have anything so dense for
Joey to explore. And when I examined Tony's balls, I was startled to see
the same accumulation of little white spots as were appearing on my own. I
wanted to ask him about them, but for the moment, I wanted even more to
explore his smooth tummy and thighs, before returning to the main object of
my attraction, his lovely dick. It was probably no more than six and a half
inches long, but compared with my still puny five, it seemed huge. It oozed
far more fluid than my own ever had: I tasted some of it furtively, (hoping
Tony still had his eyes closed) and decided it tasted pretty much like my
own jizz. I played with that cock for what seemed like hours, but was
probably only ten minutes or so: I could not get enough of it. I wanted
desperately to suck on it, but I could not reach it with my mouth, in the
position I had assumed under his wide-spread leg.

"Make me shoot!" Tony said quietly. "It feels wonderful!"

I went to work, using a steady rhythm, my small fist running up to over his
cock-head and back down to his bush. Before long, I recognized the familiar
indications of an impending orgasm: Tony's slender thigh muscles were
tense, his breathing came deeper and faster. The tension in his thighs
pushed his loins up towards my hand: I quickened my pace. I knew I was
about to see my idol shoot his load, something I always liked to see, but
this, his very first (if he was to be believed) at the hand of another
guy. When it came, it was spectacular! Long ropy strings of jizz shot high
in the air and fell back on his bush, my fist, and his smooth stomach. Each
shot was launched by a vigorous thrust of his loins and accompanied by a
loud moan of pleasure. It was one of the most beautiful ejaculations I had
ever witnessed, and the amount of his jizz was enormous. I quickly lapped
up that which had landed on my hand, then gathered up as much as I could
from elsewhere and consumed it as well: it was delicious, fresh, with a
delicate aroma that was an aphrodisiac. I could not help myself: I pushed
Tony's leg out straight, grabbed my dick with my sticky palm and shot my
own wad within seconds, aiming as much as I could into Tony's groin.

"Gawd, Jim," Tony breathed at last, "that was incredible!"

"I knew you'd like it."

"Like it? I'm already addicted to it! Jacking-off alone will never quite do
it from now on."

"You'll be surprised. But, I loved doing it with you, and hope we can get
together often. And, I have one more surprise for you."

"What's that?"

"Close your eyes..."

I was now in a position that I could bend over Tony's stomach and suck his
still-drooling cock into my mouth. It had gone somewhat soft, but not fully
so, and it rose quickly to full attention as I ran my tongue around the
head of it. Tony was far more sensitive than I had imagined. I worked on
his cock-head for no more than a few minutes: he pushed his loins up high
off the bed, his cock expanded and extended to its fullest, and my fist
gripped it tightly. He exploded a second time, this time in my waiting
mouth.

"Jeezus Christ, Jim! I never felt anything like that before," Tony said
huskily as he relaxed back on the bed. "What were you doing?"

"Didn't you watch?"

"No, you said to keep my eyes closed, so I did."

"Then I ain't going to tell ya! But I'll do it again any time you want."

"You won't hafta wait long! It was sensational."

We relaxed for a while, then Tony asked me about my experiences with my
cousin. I described how Joey had introduced me to jerking-off, how I loved
to watch him shoot in the days when I could not, and how we still did it
together as often as we could. Before long, Tony was hard again, this time
stretched out in the more common position for masturbation. His hand
gravitated to himself, and as I described some of the things Joey and I did
(never mentioning sucking) he seemed intent on reaching a third orgasm. I
helped as best I could by stroking his ropey thigh muscles and tickling his
balls. Then I recalled my first look at his chest, back in his bedroom,
when I licked his nipples and got a moan of satisfaction: still working
with my right hand on his balls, I brought my mouth down on his left teat
and tongued it vigorously. It was all he needed: Tony's third ejaculation
sent his jizz into my hair! There was not so much of it, but it covered a
lot of territory.

"Gawd, I've never shot three times in a row before!" Tony exclaimed. "I
don't know why jacking-off together should be called 'queer': it should be
called 'terrific'!"

I don't recall what the subject of our English paper was, but it wasn't
"The Joys of Mutual Masturbation". Tony and I had sex regularly for the
rest of that year, but at the end of the school year he and his folks moved
away.


CONTINUATION

Meanwhile, Joey and I were growing up. As predicted, his voice dropped and
he was soon singing the tenor line. When my voice cracked, I moved into his
alto position. That's how it is with boys-choirs, and eventually, when boys
are no longer boys, they either drop out or move to the mens-choir.

Joey eventually got into his heart-throb's pants, and told me all about
it. It turned out Tony's ugly brother had told Joey's football idol,
Johnny, that he had a "queer little brother", and Johnny had replied he was
pretty sure he knew a "sissy" too. But Johnny knew what sissies could do,
and he made a play for Joey. They carried on, pretty much as Tony and I
were doing, for the rest of the year. Joey reported, as we were jacking-off
together one night, that Johnny manufactured more jizz than he could
imagine. "I sucked him off every afternoon for three weeks, and got a
mouthful every time!"

So, Joey and I were content to be sissies. Our sessions together got less
frequent, as we were both busy with our respective boyfriends, but we never
ceased doing it altogether, and we shared our boyfriends vicariously by
relating our exploits to each other. Between us, we figured out what my
"pox" was (hair follicles developing naturally), and we kept track of each
other's penis size, hair development, and stature as my late puberty caught
up with his early one. By the time the second semester of Junior High
ended, I was being teased less, because my endowment was rapidly
approaching the norm.

In late July, as we both approached 14, the event we anticipated was the
annual choir retreat. This took place every year at a rented YMCA camp, and
we had both been twice before. But now that we were both sexually aware
(and sexually active) it seemed to us that the next retreat might be more
interesting. For one thing, we knew that swimming, in the Y tradition, was
"in the buff". This would give us an opportunity to see all our choir-mates
nude. The mens-choir would be there also, though in cabins separate from us
boys. Other church members, the pastor, the organist, and of course, JSB,
would also be there.

For most of us younger boys, there was a school-bus: JSB was our chaperone,
joined by a couple of guys from the mens-choir. Most of the older folks
drove their own cars. The camp was several hours from town, in the Sierra
mountains. There were piles of luggage and sleeping-bags, for we would be
at the camp for a week. To while away the long trip, we sang, of course;
JSB taught us some mildly ribald songs and we all laughed and had a
wonderful time. My beautiful friend David was on the bus, and now that
school was out, he seemed less stand-off-ish. In general, the older boys
sat together, just as we younger ones did. My seat-mate on the bus was
Owen, a youth I'd never paid much attention to, but who seemed compatible,
especially as he didn't seem to mind when I touched him or hugged him as we
sang and laughed together. More than once I reached across him to point out
something outside the window of the bus, and our bodies would touch. I was
sure he had a hard-on at one point, but there was nothing to be done about
it there and then.

Our afternoon arrival at the camp was chaotic. We had all been assigned to
cabins, which we had to locate and get our stuff into. These were rustic
wooden affairs with eight beds each: seven boys and one councillor. Owen
and I were in a cabin along with five others and Tom, one of the guys from
the mens-choir. By the time we had gotten organized, it was time to eat at
the mess hall, then have a brief sing-along at the camp-fire, and we were
off to our respective cabins for much needed rest.  Our councillor, went
off to a meeting, leaving the seven of us to settle in: it quickly grew
cold, and we all snuggled into our sleeping bags. All except Owen, who only
had some thin blankets for some reason, and who soon complained he was
cold. I took pity on him, and invited him to share my sleeping-bag: he
slipped in with me quickly.

"Thanks, Jim," he said through chattering teeth. "I don't know why my mama
couldn't have gotten me one of these."

"Any time," I said, as I adjusted my position to accommodate
him. Forgetting he was not cousin Joey, with whom I slept often, I pulled
him to me and snuggled against his back. Inevitably, I got a hard-on.
There was no way Owen could not have felt it poking at his butt, which he
wiggled just enough to let me know he had. I could not resist, and reached
over him with my right arm and felt for what I was sure would be his
hard-on. It was there, beneath his pyjamas: he fumbled with those, and got
his pecker out so I could grasp it. I was sure Owen and I would be having
some fun before long, but so tired were we all that we fell asleep!

Our councillor was up and out of the cabin early: whether he was aware Owen
and I slept together we had no way of knowing. It turned out Tommy and Jack
had slept together as well. As Owen and I came to, we clutched each other's
morning erections. Gentle shaking of the bunk told us someone was
jacking-off below us, and we fell into the same rhythm with whoever it
was. Owen had a pecker about the same size as Joey's, but there was
something different about the way it felt in my hand.  Since I had not yet
seen his dick, I was not sure what made it feel different. His was the
first uncircumcised dick I ever felt. Groans from the bed below bespoke
some youngster's orgasm, and Owen quickly flooded my hand with copious goo:
I did the same for his. Soon thereafter, we were all up and about, getting
dressed and ready for the day's activities. Beside Owen and myself, Tommy
and Jack, there was Bobby, Moe, and Phil. We were all about the same age,
and all at about the same point in our development. We had ample time to
get glimpses of each other as we dressed. I got a quick look at Owen's
dick, and realized he had skin over the head of his, unlike my own.

After breakfast there were some organized sports: volley-ball, badminton,
and table-tennis. Frankly, I hated sports, and these events didn't even
have the advantage of requiring us to change before and after: we played
fully dressed no fun at all! No one was forcing us to play, and I wasn't
the only one not participating: Owen was off on a sideline somewhere.  I
sought him out and we wandered off into the trees that surrounded the
camp. I wanted a better look at his dick, and could think of no better way
than to tell him I needed to pee. He took the cue and we both dropped our
zippers and took out our dicks. The head of his was covered by a copious
hood of loose skin: when he peed, piss flew in all directions.

"I never saw a dick like yours," I reported truthfully.

"I'm not circumcised," Owen replied. "Your folks had all this skin cut off
yours when you were a baby." He tugged and stretched his foreskin.

As I completed my piss, he grasped my dick, and pointed out where my
foreskin would have been had it not been removed. Of course, his touch
generated the inevitable hard-on.

"See?" he said, "your exposed head is sensitive and you get hard
quick. With my head covered, I don't have the same sensitivity."  It was
true: though still hanging out of his fly, his dick remained flaccid.

"I don't mind the sensitivity," I replied: "in fact, I like it 'cause I get
hard-ons all the time. What do you have to do to get it hard?"

"Oh, I just pull the skin back and expose the head, like this: then I'm
pretty much the same as you."  He was rapidly coming to attention.

I glanced around and assured myself we were alone, then squatted down in
front of Owen and took his dick into my mouth. His foreskin rolled back
over his cock-head: sticking my tongue between the foreskin and the head
was a new sensation for me. Getting his cock sucked was apparently a new
sensation for Owen!

"Gosh, that feels good!"

There was a rustle of tree branches nearby, and David suddenly materialized
before I could stand up or Owen could put away his dick.

"I saw you two heading for the trees, and I knew what was up," David
said. "I remember that time you and Joey and I got together, and I see
nothing has changed." His pants tented out alarmingly.

"No, and you are even more handsome than ever! Owen was just showing me his
uncircumcised cock."

David glanced around, saw no one but us, and quickly pushed his trousers
down: his lovely boner sprang forth and he stepped over to me and pushed
his dick into my waiting mouth. "Watching you two got me all stirred up,"
he said, as if I hadn't noticed. "I wanna shoot!"

I grasped the base of his dick to keep from choking on its length, and
sucked him off in about a minute's time. He grabbed my head and pumped
forth a tasty wad of jizz. It was all over in just a few minutes.

"Ya haven't lost yer knack," David said, pulling up his pants. I'll see you
again." He disappeared into the trees as quickly as he had appeared.

Owen still stood, his hooded dick flaccid once again. "Man, that David gets
off quick!"

"I think we might do well to get back to the group," I said, but I hope you
will share my sleeping-bag again tonight.

"Sure thing!" Owen replied.

No one seemed to have missed either of us. Enough time had passed following
breakfast, that swimming could get under way in the large pool. I spotted
Joey frolicking in the water, others running around the apron and jumping
in enthusiastically. Alas for me, swimming was only a spectator-sport: it
was far too physical for my taste. But I was not the only spectator there:
many of the guys from the mens-choir were standing around nude and watching
the boys cavorting. I thought it odd they were so interested in watching,
as I was, rather than participating. The notion that some of them liked
boys crossed my mind. However, it turned out the size of the pool was the
deciding factor: after the youngsters had worn themselves out, they were
ordered out to the showers and the older folks went into the pool for
somewhat more orderly swimming.

I sauntered over towards the showers, but as I was still dressed, I could
not go inside. I went around the ramshackle building, wondering if there
might be any place I could see what was going on in there, and found Harry
with his eye to a hole in the wall, playing with himself vigorously through
his pocket. He did not hear me approach, and jumped violently when I
touched him. "It's OK," I assured him, I just wanna peep in there, too."

Harry was a pudgy little soprano, quite immature, but with a fine treble
voice. Clearly, he was interested in seeing his choir-mates nude, just as I
was. There was room enough for me to see in, as I was so much taller than
he. We applied ourselves to spying, and had a pretty good view of a long
wall of shower spigots, a boy of some size or other beneath each one. Since
this was most of the choir, the boys ranged from small to large, immature
to mature. David was there: apparently following his release, he had gone
for a swim, and his glistening body was especially beautiful, even though
when not erect his dick seemed unexpectedly small, buried in its hairy
thicket. Near him was Ben, another lovely specimen of young manhood.

"That Ben fellow:" Harry whispered, "he's really handsome, don't you
think?"

"I prefer blonds like David there," I replied _sotto voce_, but Ben is a
nice looking fellow too.  Does seeing him make your pee-pee hard?"

"Oh, yes!"

I reached around Harry and groped him in the appropriate place: sure
enough, there was a little stiffy there. I slipped my left hand into his
pants and found the hot little prong.

 "Gosh, Jim, that feels good!"

"It's supposed to."

I jacked him off quickly to a dry orgasm of the sort I had known so well
not that long ago. He bucked and jumped as he came, and thanked me heartily
before running off. The boys in the shower were toweling off, and would
soon be dressing: I decided it might not be a good idea to be caught
peeping on them. As I wandered around the rest of the building, I fell in
with the boys, now dressed, I had just seen showering, and we were all off
to lunch.

After lunch, we younger boys were required to rest in our cabins for an
hour. Why this was so made no sense to me. Having just eaten, our energy
levels were high, and no one felt like sleeping. As usual, once we were all
accounted-for, our Councillor disappeared. Consequently, no one observed
that instead of resting, all of us huddled together on the lower bunks and
amused ourselves the way boys do at the age of 14 or 15: jacking-off,
seeing who could make jizz and who couldn't, comparing dick sizes and so
forth. Owen turned out to be the only one of us who was uncircumcised, and
as such he was the object of some curiosity. Owen and I had already paired
up, as had Tommy and Jack who sat facing each other playing with each
other. Bobby, Moe and Phil were loners, unwilling to play with anyone else,
but certainly willing to play with themselves. I took the prize in the size
department, even though Phil was older: Joey's prediction that I would one
day have a "whopper" was coming true, as my dick just continued to grow a
little more every day. Phil could shoot a good sized load of jizz, though,
and Moe did alright as well. Only Bobby was still having dry orgasms. By
the time our hour of "rest" was over, we were all worn out!

The next part of the afternoon was indoor-game time, when the mess hall was
converted for card games, board games and similar activities. Once again, I
found these pursuits boring, so wandered outside aimlessly, trying to think
of something interesting to do. I found a small trail leading into the
woods and decided to see where went. In a hundred yards or so, it brought
me to a small clearing where I heard some voices, so I slowed my approach
and snuck up on whoever might be there. I should not have been surprised to
find beautiful David there, nor should I have been surprised to find him
sucking cock: after all, he had introduced this delightful activity to Joey
and me. But I was surprised by who he was sucking: there were four of the
mens-choir there, including our councillor, all with their pants down and
very respectable hard-ons pointing this way and that. I studied each of
them, and decided then and there that a full-grown man's penis is not
necessarily a thing of beauty.  Regardless, David seemed quite content with
a large dick plugging his face; as I watched, Mr. Joseph reached a vigorous
climax, though he pulled his dick out of David's mouth and shot all over
David's face. Seeing this got me in an uproar, but I didn't want anyone to
know I was there watching, so I just groped myself and observed as
Mr. Thomas took Mr. Joseph's place before the kneeling lad. He, too,
anointed David's face, and I concluded David must be orchestrating his
sucking to achieve this result. Mr. Smith seemed to take a long time to
reach nirvana, but he finally made it, adding his effusion to that already
in place. The last to go was Mr. Franklin, and it occurred to me that when
he was finished they would all probably leave, so I quietly hid myself, not
a moment too soon as the four sated gentlemen traipsed off, leaving David
alone in the little clearing. I decided to show myself.

I thought David would faint when I appeared. He was back on his feet, but
his face was covered with jizz which dripped away, some landing on his
tee-shirt.

"How much did you see?" he asked angrily. His pants extended dangerously.

"The last four at least," I replied. "Don't worry: your secret is safe with
me. They all seemed to appreciate your efforts."

"Oh, they love to get sucked, that's for sure. But none of them wanna do it
back."

"So, you know me, David: I love to suck on you. If you want me to do it
now, I'd do it for sure. It's plain to see ya got a big hard-on!"

"Not yet:" he looked at his watch, "I've got three more coming out here any
minute. If they see you here, they'll be scared."

"So, I'll hide and watch, and catch you when they are done. You know I love
to watch..."

We heard voices approaching: I quickly found a vantage point behind some
branches where I would not be seen. But the three who appeared were not
from the mens-choir: they were tenors from our boys-choir. Ben, Spence and
Ken, all of whom I had seen showering earlier in the day. David was
encroaching on my territory, I thought, but I couldn't rat on him, as I'd
promised not to.

The three boys clustered around David: they must have seen the jizz all
over his face, for David had made no attempt to remove it. It was likely
the smell of it which got them all going, for within minutes each had his
dick out and hard. David once again dropped to his knees: Spence stepped up
and was the first to be serviced. He had a long dick, so David grasped it
with both fists, yet had cock left over to suck on. These guys were much
younger than the men I had seen earlier, and they got their kicks much
faster. Spence climaxed with a lot of bucking and moaning, but David got
every drop of his jizz. Evidently, David didn't care for older men's jizz:
younger guys he could take. Ben went next. David took his generous meat
into his mouth, but remained motionless. I could not understand what was
going on until I saw David's prominent adam's-apple bobbing up and down:
Ben was pissing, and David was swallowing every last drop. Egad! Here was
something I would have to try with Joey! When David did begin to work on
Ben, he shot off almost at once. Last up was Ken, who had maintained his
erection consistently while watching the others. It took only a few minutes
for him to unleash his juices in David's waiting throat. When all were
through, they pulled up their pants and left.

Watching all this had really gotten me hot, so when I came out of my hiding
place, my hard-on, which I had taken out of my pants, preceded me. David
had rocked back on his heels, but still knelt on the ground: he seemed
quite tired, as he had every reason to be. Much of the jizz on his face had
dried by now, and his beautiful face looked almost diseased as the dried
stuff peeled and flaked away here and there. With an effort, he got to his
feet.

"Wait a minute, Jim," he said, as he went over to a spot where I had not
noticed a little duffle-bag.  >From it he retrieved a wet cloth and a
towel. Within a few moments, he looked his old self, except for a few spots
on his tee-shirt and the dirt on the knees of his trousers. He unzipped his
fly, withdrew his soft cock, and let fly with that wonderful stream of piss
I remembered seeing when he, Joey and I had first gotten together. Pinching
the end of his dick, he sent his lemonade far up and into the trees. It was
beautiful to watch, and I fancied he had done it just for me.

"Next time you wanna do that, I want it in my mouth," I found myself
saying.

"Ya shoulda spoke up! It's all gone now, 'cept a huge load of jizz."

It was my turn to drop down on my knees. He pushed his dick so far into my
throat I gagged, but when he realized this he pulled back: he was already
shooting his load, so fired up had he become from sucking cock all
afternoon. I recovered my composure and took it all, simultaneously
squirting my own load out on the ground between David's legs. My gawd, it
sure felt good!

"Thanks, Jim," David said.

"I loved every minute of it, you know that! And what you do and with whom
is something I'll never tell."

By the time we got back to the others, it was time for dinner.

DENOUEMENT

The next three days were, for the most part, repeats of the first. David
and I sucked a lot of dicks, and when I could find time to chat with Joey,
it seemed he was getting his share as well. I became fond of sucking Owen's
uncircumcised dick, in part because I could do so for a long time before he
would shoot. As it happened, I never got David to piss in me: truth to
tell, I kinda wanted to try that with my cousin before I did it with anyone
else.

On the morning of the 5th day, which should have begun like any other,
things changed radically. At breakfast, it was announced that the remainder
of the retreat was being canceled, and that we would have to pack our gear
so we could get the bus back to town in a few hours' time. No explanation
for the cancellation was offered, so of course, rumors began to fly. But no
one had the slightest idea what had happened. The only odd thing I noticed
as we rode back to town was that little Charles, the youngest boy in our
choir, was not with us. He had come to the retreat, I knew, and I recalled
having seen him now and then over the past few days, but he did not return
with us.

Following the retreat, things fell into the usual slow summer pace. The
only news of note was the resignation of Canon Jones, our church's
organist. He'd been in the post for many years, and while he was not the
most exciting organist ever, he seemed to do a workmanlike job. He often
rehearsed us boys when JSB was unavailable, and we never had any reason to
complain about him. Yet, suddenly he was gone: he quickly left our town
completely along with his wife and children. Slowly, bits of gossip
filtered down to those of us in the boys-choir. Little Charles had
reappeared, but seemed withdrawn and listless. One morning after the
service, Joey and I found him alone in the vestry after all the others had
left: he sat dejectedly in a corner, still in his surplice. We realized he
was crying quietly, so we sat beside him to see if we could cheer him up.

"What's your problem, Charlie?" Joey asked.

Charlie sobbed. "I can't tell you," he said, trying unsuccessfully to choke
back tears.

"Let us help you get out of your surplice here. We'll go down the street
and get you a milk-shake," Joey said. "We can't stand seeing you so sad!"

We hung his surplice in its proper place, helped him into his sweater and
left the church by the vestry door. There was a touch of Autumn in the air
already; the ice-cream parlor was deserted, but we all decided on cones,
and went back out on the street. There was a small park a block away, and
the three of us sat licking or ice-creams and saying little. Suddenly,
Charlie broke into tears once again.

"I'm the reason the organist left!" he blurted out.

Oh, my! This was news.

"How can this be?" I asked gently.

"He took me to his room at the retreat ... and he did things ... and
somebody came in when we were there together." Charlie sobbed
uncontrollably.

"Did things?" Joey asked.

"He took my clothes off.  He was gentle. I think he was a little drunk. I
didn't mind. He wasn't the first..."

Revelations!

"He touched me...down there. I didn't mind: it felt good!"

"You say someone touched you before?"

"Yeah, Father Conklin tickled my little pinkie in the boys room once."

No revelation, this: Father Conklin had fondled every boy within reach at
one time or another. But he was over 80 years old, just a horny old man,
and no one cared.

"How old are you, Charlie?" I asked.

"Nine and a half, almost ten. Jones got my little pee-pee stiff, and it
felt good, like when I play with it myself. I didn't care, it was nice to
have someone pay attention to me. No one does at home."

More revelations!

"Then that awful woman almost broke the door down. I don't even know who
she was. But she raised an awful stink, like to raised the dead. And the
whole retreat got cancelled. My folks came and got me, took me home. Next
thing I know Canon Jones is gone. His kid, Paul, was one of my best
friends, so now he's gone too. It isn't fair!" Charlie held his head in his
hands and sobbed some more.

Joey and I consulted quietly. We knew we had fallen into information we
never expected to have, and weren't supposed to have. We decided we'd keep
it to ourselves.

"Look, Charlie," I said, "you are right: it isn't fair. But it's how it is,
and nothing can un-do it now. It will just be the three of us who know what
happened. You did nothing wrong, you shouldn't feel guilty."

"I'll really miss Paul: he and I played with each other now and then, and I
liked him a lot."

"We'll be your playmates for a while, Joey and me," I said, "and we'll help
find you someone closer to your age. All boys play with each other, but for
some reason, it's bad when older men play with boys, even if the boys enjoy
it. Canon Jones made a mistake, and got caught, but you are the one hurt
the most 'cause you lost your friend Paul. Cheer up: we'll find you a new
buddy."

"You won't tell anyone else?" Charlie sniffed up some tears.

"Your secret is safe. Joey and me, we've been playing with each other
almost a year: I bet you never guessed that, eh? So we know how to keep a
secret."

"I think we need to introduce Charlie here to Everett, don't you? " Joey
asked me.

"Oh, yes, perfect! Everett's eleven I think, but he's real cute. You'll
love him." He was David's little brother and if he was anything like David,
a horny little guy and just what Charles needed right now.

"You guys are swell," Charlie said, cheering up noticeably. "I gotta be
going home, but I'll watch for you and for this Everett kid." He scampered
off, evidently much relieved of his guilt over something that was not his
fault.

MATCH-MAKING

As that summer wound down, Joey and I continued to mature. Joey developed
the sexiest mustache of fine black hair on his upper lip! He was naturally
hairier than I everywhere, but I was catching up, and whenever we compared
our dicks, mine was always about a quarter-inch longer than his. When we
turned 15, he had 6-1/2 inches, I had 6-3/4. Our parents gave us our
freedom: we decided which house to sleep in, and we slept together often,
usually after a long jack-off session. I still loved watching Joey shoot,
then licking up the mess, and he still loved having me shoot in his mouth:
"No mess that way," he would say.

Choir-practice resumed after our summer break, and Joey and I were quick to
ask David about his brother Everett: "Do you think he's learned to play
with himself?" we asked.

David was suspicious: "Why do you want to know?"

"'Cause we have a play-mate in mind for him: Charles, there (we pointed him
out) lost his buddy when he moved away recently, and he's lonely."

"Cute kid," David acknowledged. "Yes, I know Ev plays with himself in the
bath-tub, so he's discovered himself. I don't know if he's discovered
anyone else, though."

"I think Charles would discover him pretty quick," I volunteered.

"OK: I'll get them together somehow," David agreed.

The next evening, Joey and I were trying to come up with something new to
do. I remembered David's remark about his brother: 'Ev plays with himself
in the bath-tub.' This is something Joey and I hadn't done in years, and we
quickly agreed it might be fun. We drew a tubful of warm water, shucked our
shorts and jumped in, facing each other. Of course, we were both hard as
rocks within seconds. We frolicked, soaped, washed each other's privates,
and made something of a mess in the bathroom. I had been wanting to
introduce Joey to the idea of drinking pee, but I could never find a way to
bring it up. Now, I decided, was the time.

"Stand up, Joey," I ordered.  He stood, still beautiful, tightly muscled,
with enough hair in the right places to form dark wet streaks on his smooth
young skin. He waved his hard-on in my face, surely expecting me to suck on
it, but I moved aside. "Joey," I said, "I want you to pee on me. Now."

I had caught Joey off-guard: great surprise showed in his face. But, as we
had always been willing to experiment, I felt sure after he digested the
idea, he could make it happen. I was willing to wait as the notion sank
in. So Joey stood there looking down at me: I don't know just what he was
thinking, but his prick slowly drooped. I continued to wait. And wait...

"Sorry, Jim," Joey said at last: I just don't have any water right now. Do
you?"

"Yeah."

"Then, you pee on me first." I had not expected this! We traded
places. Standing, my hard-on unrelenting, there was no way I could pee,
even though I did have plenty available. Joey waited patiently this time,
but with my hard-on, I just could not let go. "Try counting backwards from
100," Joey suggested.

I closed my eyes and put my mind to the task, which took some
concentration: I don't know where Joey had learned the trick, but it
worked! My prick drooped as I continued the exercise: by the time I got to
77, my sphincter released and my yellow stream formed, tentatively at
first, then gushed out in a typical young-boy flood. I opened my eyes to
watch, and guided the flow on to my cousin's glistening torso where it rose
above the soapy water. Joey didn't mind this at all, and brought his hands
to his chest to rub my warm nectar all over himself: he was actually
enjoying having me piss on him! When at last I was empty, I sat back down
in the water. Joey was playing with his hard-on and seemed on the verge of
shooting off. "I want that, you know," I said.

"Yeah, I know." Joey stood and continued jacking himself with his dick
pointed directly at my face.  I massaged his slick thighs and rubbed his
balls, and knew exactly when to push his hand away and plunge his throbbing
dick into my mouth. He came, vigorously as usual, his sweet jizz flooding
my throat. It was a feeling I never tired of.  But when it was over,
instead of releasing his dick as I usually did, I put my hands on the backs
of his thighs and held his body close to my face. I felt his prick soften
slowly, which was a new sensation at the time, for I had never done this
before with my cute cousin or anyone else. Under the circumstances, given
our conversation earlier and the events that followed, I was pretty sure
Joey could figure out where this was leading. Sure enough, though it took
perhaps five minutes for him to relax enough, he began to pee. Although I
had fantasized about this moment many times, I was not prepared for the
sensation when it finally occurred. Joey's pee was hotter than I expected,
and the rate of flow larger, so I had to swallow rapidly. The experience
most closely resembled a long drawn-out ejaculation, and when Joey pumped
out the last spurts, this resemblance intensified. I loved it! When it was
over, Joey returned to his seated position in the water in front of me.

"That was awesome, Joey! Thank you: I've wanted to try that for a long
time," I said.

"What gave you the idea?"

I related how excited I had been that first time when we fooled around with
David, when we had all peed together, and I told him about seeing David
take Ben's piss back at the fateful choir retreat.  "Since then, I've been
trying to figure out how to get you to do it for me."

"My first thought when you suggested it was, 'Ewww, gross'! But then I
thought, 'well, why not?  There must be other new things we haven't tried
yet, maybe it's something worth doing'. But I absolutely couldn't cut loose
with a hard-on, any more than you could."

I had not yet shot off in this session, and I was sure ready to: my hard-on
poked up out of the water.  Joey ordered me to stand up. "I want that, you
know," he quoted : "but I am not ready to drink your pee, so don't get any
ideas after you shoot."

"I've got no water left anyhow," I said truthfully.

Joey went to work. By now, he knew every one of my erogenous zones: he knew
just where and when to tickle, fondle, squeeze or rub in ways he knew would
bring me to orgasm. Together, by this time, we had learned some of JSB's
"delay tactics", so we could hasten or defer an orgasm pretty much at
will. This time, my gut filled with Joey's jizz and his piss, I was anxious
to shoot, and Joey was anxious to prolong the agony as long as he
could. Time and again he would get me to the verge of shooting, but would
shift position, stop sucking, change rhythm, switch to a fist, or leave my
dick alone and just lick my legs or balls, until I was wound up so tight I
thought I would collapse. He even pulled the plug on the tub, so the water
drained out; he applied soap to my thighs and made them so slick under his
palms I was ready to pop. Then, still sucking, he turned on water in the
hand-fountain.  He first shot a powerful stream of cold water right up
under my balls: I thought I was going to jump out of the tub, but his
suction on my dick prevented it. Then, still sucking, he adjusted the water
to body-temperature, reduced the flow, and flooded my privates from my
belly-button down over my developing bush, around my cock and off my
balls. That did it!

"Gawd, Joey, oh, Jeezus Christ, Joey!" I shouted. I shot like I had never
shot before! My cousin my brother, really had wound me up so tight I nearly
fainted when, at last, one of the most intense orgasms I'd ever had was
over.

He turned me around and sat me on the bottom of the empty tub, between his
out-stretched legs, and held my heaving body tight as I came down from the
extraordinary high he had got me to. I made a mental note to do the same
for him soon, but now, I was exhausted and drained. When at last my
breathing returned to normal, Joey rinsed us both with tepid water from the
wand: before he was done, I was all but asleep. Tenderly, he helped me up,
dried me off and put me in his bed, where I was asleep in seconds. He
cleaned up the bathroom, then joined me spoon-fashion for the night.

BACK TO SCHOOL

By the time our second year at Junior High began, I had caught up to my
peers physically. Joey, ahead of me all along, had rarely suffered as I had
for being immature. But now, my body and my dick were so much like all the
others that the teasing stopped. Indeed, my prick, now approaching seven
inches when erect, was nothing to be ashamed of, even if (perhaps
especially if) I happened to pop a boner in the showers. I was still fairly
glabrous, but I had enough hair in the right places to prove I was growing
up.

That Fall semester, Joey and I had PE together. Though he swam, I usually
just did calisthenics: I still was not into sports. I was, however "into"
some of the sportsmen in our PE class. All the boys, like Joey and me, were
older now, and rapidly approaching manhood. They were taller, often
muscular and lithe, and universally suffering the ravages of hormonal
changes. Comparing notes, Joey and I concluded there was one rather
reserved and nerdy fellow, Frank, who might not jack-off every day, but we
were certain all the others did. Frank kept very much to himself: he was
not immature, he had a respectable looking dick between his legs, but he
was un-coordinated and utterly disinterested in any kind of sports, pretty
much like myself. Joey and I each tried to befriend him: we thought it
would be fun to see if he knew what the thing that dangled in his pants was
good for.  But Frank never gave us a tumble: he would mumble "hello" if we
got close, but that was as far as he would go.

That is, until the day Joey and I went into the showers and found no one
there but him: all three of us had quit whatever we were doing early, so
there would be ten minutes or so before the rest of the guys ran in. Frank
was standing under a shower-head, his eyes closed, apparently just
luxuriating in the copious hot water, and didn't hear us. Cousin Joey,
always bolder than I, picked up a bar of soap and simply walked up behind
Frank and began washing his back. Frank's eyes flew open, but he made no
move to stop Joey, so I took another bar of soap and went to work on
Frank's chest. The effect on Joey and me was predictable: we got hard-ons
right away. There was nothing wrong with Frank's musculature: he was a
normally built youngster, with some hair and all the other things any kid
would need. It felt good to wash this fellow, and sure enough, before long,
as I worked downward towards his private parts, he sprang a fine
boner. Joey squatted down and washed Frank's legs, working from his ankles
upwards towards his crotch. We were on a collision course, and the question
was, what would be Frank's reaction when we finally soaped up his boner?

We didn't get the chance to find out. Slamming doors and shouts signaled
the arrival of the other guys in the class. By the time they ran in, Joey
and I were under separate showers like Frank. But Frank stood still, his
hard-on scarcely drooping, and before long it was noticed.

"Whooooeee, Frank, Baby!" someone shouted. "Thinkin' about yer little
Shiela?"

"Yay, Frankie, gonna plug yer sister?" another taunted.

"Mine's bigger than yers, see Frankie?" another said, stroking his own
hard-on lasciviously.

Electrified, Frank dashed for the drying-room, grabbing a towel as he
went. After a brief interval, Joey, then I, followed. Frank was nearly done
drying himself, and of course, his hard-on had subsided.  "Sorry, Frank,"
Joey apologized: "we didn't mean to embarrass you in there. It just seemed
like the right thing to do." I nodded in agreement.

Frank seemed calm, but his chin trembled when he said, "Nobody's ever seen
me hard, ever!"

"Gosh, what's so bad about getting a hard-on?" I asked. "It's perfectly
normal."

"It's sinful."

"Crap!" Joey exclaimed: "what a silly idea! If getting a hard-on is a sin,
then we're all sinners and going to hell!"

"My Daddy's a preacher, an' he says my pisser is a tool of the devil."

"You believe that shit?" I asked.

"Shouldn't I?"

"Man, you need some re-education!" Joey said. "Meet us after school some
time: there's a lot you have to learn."

"Might..."

We had to move on to the locker room as the others were coming in to dry
off. Frank caught a towel-snap on his crotch before we got out of there.

Joey and I talked it over in bed often. We could not believe anyone would
think that an erection was something sinful: something as ubiquitous as a
hard-on, sinful? How silly! Our attempts to befriend Frank continued to be
rebuffed, though, until one day during Spring break. We were having a
burger and shake at the local hang-out when Frank walked in. The place was
crowded, and there were no spare booths when he got his tray. To our
surprise, he joined us.

"How are you two sinners?" he inquired seriously.

"Sinful as ever," Joey joshed.

"Look, guys," Frank opened up, "I've been doing some reading-up. I've
decided my Daddy has some funny ideas."

"If they are as silly as the one about getting a hard-on, you're absolutely
right," Joey said.

"But I can't seem to find out what a hard-on is good for!"

"Oh, come on!" I said in disbelief: "you can't be that ignorant!"

"I don't appreciate being called 'ignorant'," Frank said rather hotly.

"You mean you really don't know what to do with that thing when it gets
hard?" Joey was incredulous.

"You did tell me once I need some re-education..." Franks voice failed him.

"Do you think you are ready for it?" I asked.

Very quietly spoken: "Yes." As I was seated next to Frank, I put my left
hand on his thigh and gave it a squeeze: he jumped, but did not leap up and
run. I ran my hand up towards his crotch, and verified he had a hard-on
right then and there. I mouthed "He's hard!" to Joey across the table.
Apparently, at 16, Frank had never even jacked-off, though neither Joey nor
I was ready to believe that. After a little more conversation, we agreed to
meet at Joey's place the next afternoon. I turned our attention away from
sex so Frank could lose his erection: no need to embarrass him again by
making him stand before he was ready.

That night, we speculated on how we could teach Frank the joys of
masturbation. I didn't think he would even show up: "He's too scared, Joey;
he knows his Daddy would go bonkers if he thought his Frankie was going to
meet the likes of us."

"You're likely right, but we have to have a plan if he does show up." We
reviewed how we ourselves had come to find out what fun jerking-off is, as
we played with each other there in bed as usual.

"I think, myself, we need to put him in the shower: that's where we found
out he gets hard-ons like everyone else, and you remember, we almost
educated him right there!" I told Joey.

"Three of us in our shower will be too crowded."

"The close proximity would help: remember, we've got to overcome a whole
lotta bullshit his Daddy's been feeding him!"  Then: "I know, Joey: you
remember how you wound me up in the bath-tub, the time I pissed on you and
drank yours?"

"Oh, he's not ready for that!"

'No, no, of course not that. But most everything else: the soap, the hot
water, both of us working on his body and privates, and finally one of your
stupendous blow-jobs!"

"I dunno: it's worth a try. But we hafta finish this here, and see if he
even shows up tomorrow." We concentrated on getting each other off, and
went to sleep.

RE-EDUCATION

Frank showed up promptly.

"Where does yer Daddy think you are now?" I asked him as Joey ushered him
into the lounge.

"Library."

"Will he check up on you?"

"The Librarian will lie for me."

"Gosh, Frank, telling lies is sinful..."

"Please, guys, don't: I know its crap, but you don't have to rub it
in. Besides, I'm scared to death!"  It was true: he was shaking. "I don't
know what's going to happen, or where, or what the result is going to be."

"But you do want us to teach you, you're sure of that?"

"Yes. I've been reading at the Library. Some science books and stuff. And a
big book by some guy named Kinsey. But there's nothing 'how-to' in any of
them. So here I am, at your mercy." Seated between us on the sofa, he had
at least stopped trembling.

We moved to Joey's bedroom, the site of so many sinful activities I was
surprised we weren't struck by lightning as we entered. Joey, always more
forward than I, explained: "First, we're going to get you undressed. Us,
too. Nothing sinful about any of that..." (Frank winced at another
reference to sin, but maintained his composure) "...then we're going to go
into the bathroom, into the bath-tub, the three of us: that's where your
re-education will take place."

 Joey drew the curtains, darkening the room somewhat to give a feeling of
intimacy. The three of us stood there: Frank was trembling again, so I
began to unbutton his shirt. He cooperated by unbuttoning the cuffs, so the
shirt was shed easily. I lifted his tee up over his head and dropped it on
Joey's bed. We'd seen Frank in the shower, but really hadn't studied his
physique. Above the belt, he was a nice, healthy 16-year old, sprouting
hair here and there but for the most part well-muscled and glabrous. As I
stepped back to begin undressing myself, Joey took my place and attacked
Frank's belt, then unzipped his pants. Again, Frank cooperated by pushing
off his shoes, so when Joey lowered the trousers and bent over to help get
them free, I discovered Frank wore the first boxer-shorts I'd ever seen:
his rapidly-rising erection pushed out one of the loose legs, and I patted
it affectionately through the cloth. He was not yet fully hard, but I knew
he would be within minutes or less.

To give Frank a nice visual exercise, now that I had my clothes off, I
assisted Joey out of his. Joey's darkness was always more pleasant to
behold than my pink-ness, so I was not surprised to see Frank's boxers
surge as Joey's tight little body came into view. We stood there in our
bulging shorts for a few minutes. Then Joey and I lowered our shorts at the
same time, letting our respective hard-ons flop free at last. Together, we
helped Frank out of his boxers, and his prick stood proud, similar to ours
but of course different in some respects, most notably its
dead-straightness. It rose from a bushy thicket of hair, which was
beginning to crawl up toward his belly-button. Below, his legs were far
hairier than ours but shapely and muscular.

"You OK?" Joey asked Frank?

"I guess..."

"Wanna quit?" I asked, knowing Frank was well beyond the point where he
could.

"No."

We put our arms around Frank and propelled him down the hall to the
bathroom. Joey got the water on at a pleasant temperature, switched it to
the shower-hose and stepped into the tub. I urged Frank forward and he
stepped in, then I joined them both. Three youthful hard-ons bobbed up and
down, one of them awaiting a whole array of new sensations.

Joey played water over the three of us, then, repeating our first encounter
with Frank, Joey washed his back and I his chest, quite deliberately
staying away from his privates. I was certain that when we got there, he
would pop his cork, and it might end far too soon. But I also knew my
cousin's skill: many times now he had kept me on edge for whole evenings
before getting me off. He was far better at this than I, so I let him
lead. Frank's cock never drooped, and although there was some wetness from
the water spray, I was pretty sure he was drooling wildly. Once when a
large drop fell from his dick I caught and tasted it, confirming he was
oozing, and my fear that he might go off much too soon.

Frank simply stood, his arms at his sides, his pecker pointing at me and
the far end of the tub. He remained motionless as Joey knelt behind him and
washed the back of his legs and butt. I joined Joey, kneeling before this
object of our attention and washed the fronts of his thighs, working my
soapy hands up toward his balls as far as I dared, still worried that Frank
might lose it at any moment.  Joey and I both stood again. From behind,
Joey put a bar of soap into Frank's left hand, then grabbed his wrists and
urged Frank to wash me, there in front of him. Frank got the idea, and
soaped up my chest and tummy, staying far away from my most prominent
feature, then turned me around gently and washed my back. Urged on by Joey
behind him, Frank squatted down: he had large hands, and they felt good as
they enveloped my thighs. But of course, my wand was pointing to the wall,
so I turned


myself around to face the still-kneeling youth. More game than I had
expected, he continued to massage my sensitive thighs, my pulsating dick
inches from his face. His large hands worked up, ever closer to my
privates, the bar of soap still in hand so everything remained slick
despite the flowing water from the hose in Joey's hand.

Frank stared at my dick intently: he could not avoid doing so. His right
hand came ever closer, caressing first my inner loins and balls. Finally,
he could not help himself: he put the soap in his right hand and used it to
anoint my prick, then put the soap down and wrapped his hand around me. So
tentative was he, I was certain he had never touched a boy's dick, ever! He
simply held it: he hadn't learned the requisite motion. Still, my prick
felt good just enveloped by his large hand, and I was content: our session
was just getting under way.

After a few minutes of this, Joey put his hands in Frank's arm-pits and
raised him back to a standing position: Frank did not let go of my dick
until Joey turned him around to face himself. I took the hose from Joey,
put the bar of soap back in Frank's left hand, and watched as Frank washed
Joey as he had me. Joey squirmed with pleasure as Frank's large hands
massaged and caressed him all over, and before long he sank to his knees so
he could work on Joey's sturdy legs. Frank was certainly getting the hang
of a good wash together, and it took him a bit less time to stand back up
and grasp Joey's fine dick than it had taken him to reach mine. Always the
teacher, Joey held Frank's wrist steady while he humped his soapy tool in
and out of Frank's fist. Frank kept up the motion once Joey released his
grip. I grabbed Frank's left arm and brought his hand behind him to grasp
my rigidness: Frank was now jacking the two of us, not expertly, but he was
getting the idea quickly.

Joey looked up at Frank: "You're jacking-off two boys at the same time,
Frank: how does it feel?"

"Like nothing I ever imagined."

"Then what I'm going to do next will astound you," Joey said, as he boldly
wrapped his soapy fist around Frank's prong.

"Oh ...  my ...  gawd!"

None of us moved: Frank was on his toes, and I feared he would shoot
off. Still, Joey was not jacking him off, just holding his rigidity,
letting him get used to the feeling of someone touching his dick: clearly,
no one ever had before. I played the spray of water over his belly and let
it wash away the excess soap. Ever so slowly, Joey relaxed his grip, then
guided Frank's own right hand down to his throbbing member.

"Oh ...  my ...  gawd!"

Joey added some soap strategically, and gently urged Frank's fist in the
appropriate motion: soon he was stoking the full length of his own
dick. Slowly.

"Oh ...  my ...  gawd!"

"You're jacking yourself off, Frank. Does it feel sinful?"

"No."

How does it feel?"

"Like nothing I ever imagined."

"Does it feel good?"

"Yes."

"Then, just keep it up like you are. If you feel like going faster, go
faster. Do whatever you feel like doing: we're here to see that nothing
hurtful happens."

Frank was a quick study. Instinct soon took over, his pace quickened. The
look of surprise on his face told us exactly when he first "got the
feeling", and from that point on, there was no turning back. I put my arms
around him and toyed with his nipples while Joey worked a soapy hand up
under his balls, but I doubt he was aware of either of us helping. He began
to breathe hard, and all the muscles of his body tensed up. He was still on
his toes, and his loins thrust forward...

"Holy mother of gawd!" Frank shouted as he launched into his first real
orgasm. Long white strings of jizz spewed from his dick, landing all over
Joey's chest. Spurt after spurt! This guy had been saving it up for years,
so jizz flew everywhere. I put a hand in the line of fire and got a big
tasty gob. I held on to his heaving body for dear life, knowing he would
soon start shaking. We both had to hold him up as his vibrating legs began
to go out from under him. He was gasping, taking loud deep breaths, unable
even to speak. Gently, we lowered him down to sit on the side of the tub,
his back to the wall, still holding himself as his dick began to fade: jizz
still dripped from it.

We remained seated together on the side of the tub for at least fifteen
minutes as consciousness slowly returned to Frank. None of us
spoke. Frank's breathing eventually returned to something like normal, and
his pecker drooped and dripped. We wanted him to savor this time with us,
knowing full well it was a life-changing event.

Frank finally found a husky voice. "That was awesome." was all he said.

"We told you," Joey reminded him.

"What exactly happened?"

"You jacked-off. You had an orgasm," I said.

"Will it be the only one?"

"Good Lord, no! It is the first of, oh, hundreds probably."

"Will they all be like that one?"

"No. Many will, some will be routine. But they'll all be better than
nothing."

"And I'm not hurt in any way?"

"Joey and I are living proof it doesn't hurt!  Lets dry off and go back to
the bedroom."

By the time we had toweled each other off, Joey and I were hard again, and
Frank was well on the way. We all stretched out across Joey's bed, just as
we had once done with beautiful David between us. We were all soon playing
with our respective hard-ons. "Close your eyes," Joey ordered.

"Can I be first?" I asked Joey

"Sure, Jim. Go for it."

Joey raised himself up and bent over Frank's face: he flicked his tongue
over Franks's lips, then dove into Frank's mouth: Frank responded, and they
kissed wildly, as I bent over and sucked Frank's dick into my mouth. I
could still taste cream from his recent ejaculation, and his dick responded
by becoming far more rigid than I was used to. I wrapped my fist around it
below my mouth and worked him over, lubricating my hand with spit. Within
minutes, he was thrusting up and down wildly. Joey suddenly pushed me
aside, so I too went for Franks lips, where he sucked on my tongue so
violently I was afraid I would lose it. Then he let go of my tongue, and a
second load at the same time. Sweat gathered on his brow as he expelled
this repeat offering in my cousin's throat with a loud, drawn out groan of
pleasure.

Frank had not seen what had been done to him: he didn't know he'd gotten a
blow-job at all. When he regained his composure, he asked why it felt so
different the second time. "We used a different technique," was all I would
say. But, after all this, Joey and I hadn't gotten off. "Ya want a
demonstration of that different technique? I asked.

"Why not, as long as I'm being re-educated by experts."

We were both worked up by all this, so Joey agreed to demonstrate what
happens when a guy jacks-off: he just stood between Frank's legs hanging
over the side of the bed, and gave Frank a direct view of a shooting cock
as I watched admiringly as usual. Scarcely had Joey shot, than I stepped on
the bed, stuck my dick in his mouth, and in no time lubricated his throat
in my usual way. Frank watched in absolute amazement.

"How often you guys do this stuff?" he asked incredulously.

"Most nights.  Or afternoons. Or mornings," Joey giggled.

"Well, it's clear it ain't hurt ya none!"

"You are the first guy we ever met who didn't start jacking-off years
ago. All our friends do it, and many of them have done it with us."

"I think I'll be content to do it by myself, thanks."

"Don't let yer Daddy catch you!"

"You guys can keep a secret?"

We thought of several. "Sure!"

"Now that I know what I know, I know what my Daddy was doing the time I
walked into his bathroom quietly when I was just a little boy."

Joey and burst out laughing. "I still wouldn't let him catch me at it, even
so," I said. "Daddy may not always be right, but Daddy is always Daddy!"

At school, Frank came out of his shell. We remained friends, but never got
it on with him again. No one we ever knew did either.

GRADUATION

Our parish hired a new organist, Mary Anthony. The choice of a woman seemed
prudent, given the modus of her predecessor's demise. A competent organist,
she was otherwise rather cold, and had little to do with the choirs
anyway. Local gossip soon linked her name with that of the Verger.

By this time, Joey and I were full-fledged lovers. We slept together
always, in whichever bedroom suited us. The extra beds had been given away:
mine was replaced by book-cases and a larger desk, while Joey got a nice
work table for his model airplanes. Our folks certainly knew we were active
together, but as long as we kept up our grades at school, they left us
alone. We continued to enjoy each other sexually almost every night.

Beautiful David had left the boys-choir and was attending the local Junior
College. Naturally, he would have it known he had anything to do with us
youngsters, but through the Everett and Charles, we learned David had a
girl-friend, Julie, who had a poor reputation around town. We concluded she
must have found out what David had in his shorts (a prize I still lusted
after myself) and was servicing him: what had become of his predilection
for cock-sucking, we could not learn. Everett and Charles, though, were
getting on famously, and Charles thanked us often for facilitating their
meeting. Charles was growing up fast, but his lovely soprano voice remained
intact.

The first semester of our second year was consumed first by training,
practice and rehearsals for the Christmas Festival of Lessons and Carols, a
production for which our church was well known. Mary was assigned to
rehearse us when JSB was busy, and as Christmas approached the schedule
became extremely hectic. Harry's opening solo, Once in Royal David's City,
set my spine tingling, it was so perfect! JSB had composed a special work
for us boys, O Little Town, based on the carol of course, in five-part
harmony with a descant for Charles that was also a big hit with the
audience. Donations after the performance exceeded those taken before

Between Christmas and Easter Joey's voice began to crack again: after a
month or so of uncertainty, it settled into baritone range. Growing taller,
with his dark mustache, he was losing his cute-ness and gaining
handsome-ness. His tight swimmer's body, clad generally in the
tight-fitting pants typical in our day, was the object of many admiring
eyes, male and female. But he was my lover, and though we both tumbled with
other boys, he ignored the girls entirely. So did I. As our last year at
Junior High wound down, we were teased in the showers for being sissies,
but it had to be good-natured teasing, because I could produce a hard-on
larger than most of the others on demand, and frequently did so. The
teasing Joey got, we both knew, arose from envy of his gorgeous swimmer's
body and perfect complection.

We graduated near the top of our class. Sitting, listening to the boring
speeches, I surveyed the array of boys in our class and realized Joey and
I'd had some sort of sex with many of them. It saddened me to think some
would now be moving away, but the notion that we would begin high school
next fall with many of the same ones, and quite a few new ones, raised my
hopes and my dick under my gown. Joey, beside me, was playing with himself
under his gown, I knew: he was constantly horny!

Alas, the choir-retreat that summer was abandoned: Joey and I were among
the very few who knew why. We had, of course, been looking forward to
it. As the valley summer weather warmed up, Joey spent more and more time
frolicking in the irrigation canals, often leaving me with long afternoons
alone: I didn't mind, and when he occasionally got a circle-jerk going
under a bridge, he's tell me all about it as we did our usual evening
routine.

One afternoon, our door-bell rang: when I opened the door, there was
David. More beautiful than ever, a bit taller and a bit heavier at 18, he
was wonderful to behold: I had not seen anything of him for months. He'd
let his hair grow long, like Tony's but was still that nearly-transparent
blond that so perfectly complimented his features

"Come on in, you handsome hunk!" I grabbed his arm and pulled him into the
lounge. "How have you been?"

"Oh, alright. Nothing much has been happening. I hear they cancelled the
retreat this year, so I figured you would be around. How's Joey?"

"Horny as ever. Off swimming, I expect. Wouldja like a cold soda?"

He followed me to the kitchen where I got two sodas from the fridge. He
opened one, and drank it down almost at once, so I gave him another. "You
musta been thirsty," I said.

"It's hot outside, and I walked over."

"So, what have you been doing?  How is Junior College?"

"Boring. Mosta the guys there are too old for me."

I remembered how David liked youngsters, like Joey and me.

"I heard you and Julie were going together."

"Fer a little while, but she's sucking off some other dude now."

It dawned on me: David, with no girlfriend, was here for servicing. I would
gladly oblige...

"Too bad: that must leave you unsatisfied..."

"She never satisfied me anyway: she's a lousy cock-sucker."

"I've gotten much better at it. Want another coke?"

"Sure." David had collapsed on the sofa, his long legs stretched out in
front of him. He pulled at the third bottle expertly.

"Too hot in here, ya know: take those clothes off, David. No, better yet,
let me take them off you."

He unwound himself and stood. He was getting hard already. As I attacked
his clothing, I realized he had worked up something of a sweat walking
over: he had a faint "young man" odor that had me up in seconds. His
magnificence was soon nude before me. Here was one of the few guys who
could have persuaded me to leave Joey, though of course he had no such
intention. He just wanted service.  His dick had grown slightly longer, and
his hair denser, but most of him was still smooth and sexy as heck as he
stood there, rapidly consuming his third soda. I suddenly realized where
this was leading: my mind went back to that time in the clearing when he
had pissed into the trees: "Next time you wanna do that, I want it in my
mouth," I remember saying. I guess David had remembered it, too.

I propelled him into the bathroom, and into the tub. As he watched, his
pecker waving at me, I did a slow strip-tease for him as I slowly got my
clothes off. Then I hopped into the tub with him, dropped to my knees and
put his mighty phallus into my mouth. Despite his hard-on, he cut loose
almost at once: he had somehow learned to pee while hard! It was
sensational, and he'd apparently been saving it up for some time, for he
pissed and pissed and pissed: I swallowed repeatedly taking it all,
enjoying the warmth and flavor, until at last he pumped out the last of it
and withdrew from my mouth.

"'Next time you wanna do that, I want it in my mouth': that's what you
said," David exclaimed. "So there you have it!"

"It was wonderful!  I hope there's more."

"Need another coke." I scampered into the kitchen and came back with two
more bottles. David emptied the first all at once and began sucking on the
second. His fresh sweat permeated the small bathroom, and had my balls in
an uproar. I hated to turn on the shower-hose, but I thought the sound of
running water might get him pissing again. I rinsed him in tepid water and
soaped him all over, reveling in his splendid form. Facing him with my back
to the bathroom door, I didn't see Joey as he entered, already undressed,
and hopped into the tub behind me.

"Hi Jim," he said, groping my hard-on deliciously, "Hi David."

"Hi Joey, whatcha been doin'?"

"Swimmin'. It got too hot, the other guys left, and I was pretty well
waterlogged, so I came on over here. You're looking good, David."

"Feeling good. Feeling horny."

"I'd never have guessed," Joey joshed, seizing the shower-hose and
commencing to rinse the dirty canal water from his compact body. I turned
my back to David and soaped my boyfriend all over. The summer sun had
tanned him deeply. He looked, and felt absolutely delicious!

"David just gave me a long, long piss where you know I like it," I told
Joey.

"Got another ready," David said.

Joey squeezed himself beside me and we put are arms around our shoulders:
"Anywhere you like," he said.

David held his still-hard cock and aimed: he played his powerful warm
stream back and forth over both of us: up to our necks, across our chests,
down over our pubes, hard-ons and legs. He seemed to go forever.

"Geez, Jim, he's doing all that with a hard-on!" Joey exclaimed. I can't do
that, even as water- logged as I now from swimming.

"Count backwards from 100, Joey, remember?"

Joey closed his eyes and knotted his brow. Slowly, his hard-on faded. David
sank to his knees just in time to get Joey's flow into his open mouth where
it gurgled as it filled David to over-flowing.  Joey really was
water-logged: he seemed to pee forever, too. The excess flowed down over
David's torso onto his hard prick and into the tub. It was my turn: I
stepped forward and added my stream to Joey's. David jacked himself to a
huge orgasm, shooting great gobs of jizz all over our legs and feet.

Together, Joey and I washed David and ourselves clean; we all dried off and
returned to the lounge where David's clothes lay in a heap. With little
more than perfunctory conversation, he dressed and was on his way. Joey and
I remained nude.

"I wondered whose clothes those were when I came in," Joey said. "How come
he was here?"

"That girl he was going with is doing someone else: he was horny, and he
knew where he could find a couple of kids of the kind he likes: so he just
came over and rang the bell. You know I always liked him. I suppose he'll
be by for servicing regularly," I said.

But, it was not to be: David got a job in the next town, which kept him
very busy: we saw him occasionally over that summer, and had some fine
romps, but when school started again, he disappeared.

Joey and I, cousins, brothers, and lovers, eagerly awaited the start of
High School.


Copyright BRUCE BRAMSON 2005

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