Date: Sat, 11 Nov 2000 00:39:30 EST
From: Ritch Christopher <ballmusic69@hotmail.com>
Subject: Just Beyond That Hill-1

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just-beyond-the-hill-part-1-HOME:

	I was fifteen years old before we got our first wall light
switch. Prior to that, all lights were turned on by clicking the switch on
the side of a socket, attached to a silk electrical cord, hanging from the
ceiling in each room. The house was heated from fireplace grates and cooled
in the summer by small black rotating fans, sitting on chairs, or from
raised windows...just high enough to keep out mosquitoes.

	Nightly entertainment consisted of reading...any thing available,
and the radio. Bathing was done twice a week, Wednesdays and Saturdays, the
latter so that you would be clean for church the next morning. The pop
radio shows in my pre-teen years, were "Inner Sanctum", "Mr. and Mrs,
North", "The Jack Benny Show", "Amos and Andy", "Stop the Music", my
favorite on Tuesday nights, "Lux Presents Hollywood", where each week a
famous Hollywood movie was capsulized into 60 minutes and acting be real
live movie stars, and of course, the weekend was highlighted by, "Your Hit
Parade", where you sat on the edge of your seat each week in anticipation
of what would be Number One? Wow, there was just too much excitement for
one kid to fathom. Boy, this was the life!!

	I was the youngest of three children. I had a brother, Hal, who was
two years older than I, and a sister, Marie, two years older than he. We
lived on a two bedroom farm in Tennessee, halfway between Chattanooga and
Knoxville. The land which was once tilled by my dad, had mostly gone to
weeds. We kept a garden to grow enough vegetables for meals and for winter
canning. Meat consisted of chicken. We had about two hundred Rhode Island
Reds and one rooster. My brother and I had to gather eggs every morning and
keep the garden bug and weed free. We pulled corn to husk, cut okra,
butterbeans to shell, tomato plants to stake, green onions, and a small
crop of others I didn't like, such as turnip greens, squash, and
eggplant. We didn't have much, but we never went to bed hungry.

	It was also Hal's and my jobs to cut kindling for Momma's old
wooden cook stove, and to break down the chunks of coal, delivered to us in
a large pile, once a year. When I was about to start the 10th grade, I got
my first pair of blue jeans. All through junior high, I wore overalls with
a bib, as did most of my fellow boy classmates. The girls all had full
skirts and puff sleeved blouses.

	To make ends meet, my dad had taken a job as a welder, in Oak
Ridge, just above Knoxville. They had built the parts for the first atomic
bomb that ended World War Two, but the government had kept the plant open
after the war and only God knew, what they were building up there now. Mom
kept a neat house. She was a typical southern Baptist...  making sure that
all her kids were "saved" and lived a God-fearing life. Marie, my sister,
had graduated from high school, two years before and had gotten a job as a
bank teller in the largest bank in our small townlet. She had traded her
brown and white saddle oxfords for a pair of backless high heels and nylon
stockings with a big seam going up the back of her legs. She was big time
sophistication, now, acting all high and mighty. She dated a different guy
every Saturday night. provided he didn't come by to pick her up in a
pick-up truck. She was above this now, having acquired a taste for sedans.

	Hal stayed busy around the farm. No one could explain why he was a
senior in high school, since he cut more classes than he attended. He
didn't get into trouble. He was a good brother...a fairly decent role model
and substitute "dad" for me. We got along well, as most "Christian"
brothers do. He had a couple of buddies, Bobby and Chuck, which he hung out
with. A big evening for them would be to go to the big filling station in
town and play "car" poker making "hands" out of the license plate numbers
from each car that drove in. One night, he had been lucky and won $1.50. So
far as I knew, he had never had a "date" and didn't show any signs of
getting one.

	I had had the same sweetheart, Wanda, since the first grade. We
would sometimes go to parties and dance. I had held her hand, one time, in
the movies, and kissed her one time, playing "Post Office". I loved to look
at Photoplay and Screen Stories magazines, which, Floyd, the barber, when
they were too wrinkled to fit back into the rack in the barbershop. I loved
the movies. We had one movie house that showed double features, Sunday
through Tuesday, changing on Wednesday through Friday, and Saturday was the
big day for a musical or comedy, coupled with a new black and white
western, two cartoons, three previews, and a chapter of an on-going serial
like "Superman". Movies were my escape from reality. Books, radio shows,
and the Embassy theater maintained my sanity and diminished my boredom.

	One afternoon as I was headed for the barn to get more laying mash
to feed the chickens, I heard some laughing an giggling in one of the
stalls near the back. It could only have been Hal, Bobby, Chuck, or a
combination of all three. Respecting their privacy, I ignored them and got
my bucket to fill with the feed. Then I heard one of the voices, exclaim,
"God, look at those tits!". Now a phrase like this would peak any
15-year-old's curiosity, so I sneaked back, following the sounds, hoping
not to be discovered. It's what I discovered that shocked me.  There, on a
small pile of hay, lay Hal, Bobby, AND Chuck, on their backs. There flies
were open with extended cocks peeking through. Each guy was holding his
own, as their eyes were trying to gaze at a magazine, that Chuck, (in the
middle) was holding. I hid in the adjoining stall and peeped through a
crack in the wooden divider. I could see the title of the magazine,
"Sir". They were all but fighting over possession of the tabloid, tugging
back and forth to see their undisclosed wonder.

	They were all moving the foreskin of their penises up and down in a
fast pace. I wondered what the hell they were doing. "Turn the page, and
let's see the next one,",Bobby said, excitedly. They flipped the page and
their hands began working faster..."Oh man, look at that...you can almost
see through her panties."

	Chuck said, "I don't know about you guys, but I'm ready to cum."

	"Me too," was Bobby's answer.

	But it was Hal who said, "I'm already there". Suddenly a big spurt
of white cream shot forth from his penis slit. It went about two feet in
the air and landed on the leg of his jeans...It was about 15 seconds before
Chuck did the same thing, just five seconds before Bobby. They moaned,
"Ooohh", over and over.

	"I shot more than you did," said Bobby.

	"Like heck, look at my load all over the front of my pants,"
bragged Hal.

	"I got you both beat...look at how far mine went...about four
feet," was Chuck's response.

	I know I saw what I had seen...but what had I seen? Where did Hal
learn this, and how long had he been doing this? Did mother know? She would
have a shit fit and have a special prayer meeting for Hal, if she did. I
slipped back to my feed trough and cleared my throat, loudly, letting them
know that I was in the barn.

	"Judd, is that you?", Hal hollered.

	"Yeah, Hal," I answered. "What are you doing back there?".

	"Oh, Chuck, Bobby, and I were back here telling stories. What are
you doing?"

	"Fixing to feed the chickens."

	"Need any help?"

	"Naw, I got it?" as I exited the barn. I couldn't wait for his
buddies to leave so that he could answer a few of the hundreds of questions
going through my mind...but then, again, I couldn't reveal to him that I
had seen them.  I would find a way to find out.

	Since Dad was working in Oak Ridge. Marie was sharing a double bed
in Mom's room, leaving the "Kid's" room just for Hal and me. We slept
together in a double bed, and on the other side of the room was a Hollywood
twin bed where Marie usually slept. Hal and I had no usual sleeping
habits. On winter nights, he and I slept in pajamas, Momma had made for us,
or long johns. In the summer we slept in briefs or boxers...never
naked...because this was also Marie's room and we would never let a girl,
especially our sister, see what we looked like unclothed.

	I would wait until we went to bed after supper before I would find
a way to question him. We turned out the light and went to bed, I, in my
white Fruit of the Looms, and he, in a pair of striped boxers. I always
slept next to the wall, and he on the other side, facing the door. We had
slept back to back like this for about 14 years, since I had outgrown my
baby bed. As we grew up, we had only one rule...neither one of us could
fart under the covers. The idea of this revolted me, so I was happy to
comply. I didn't want his collard green gas settling all over my body.

	It was Friday night. We usually were in bed by 10:00, because we
had to get up at 4:30AM to feed the chickens, gather the eggs, and gather
wood and coal to start the stove for breakfast. There was never any
"sleeping late" on the weekends...we had the same chores seven days a
week. My mind was racing 100 miles an hour. I rolled over on my back and
then back to the wall, several times. I bumped into Hal twice during my
restlessness. He finally rolled over and asked, "Are you all right?"

	"Yeah."

	"Having trouble going to sleep?"

	"Sorta."

	"What's the matter?" he asked. The moment was almost right.

	"Hal, does your John Henry ever swell up and won't go down?", as
soon as I had asked this I was sorry, embarrassed, and hoped to God he
would ignore me.

	"Sure, Judd, that's just a growing thing, It happens a lot to guys,
especially at night."

	"How do you get it to go down?"

	A long pause before he answered, "Have you ever beat off?"

	"Beat off?...whaddya mean?"

	"I mean, play with it until it churns up a milky fluid?"

	"No, I never have. Momma would have a fit...and God would probably
punish me."

	"Momma doesn't have to know...and God WON'T punish you. That's why
He made it to do the things it does...that's what you have to drum up to
make a baby inside a girl."

	"Have you ever been inside a girl?"

	"Not yet...but I think about it a lot...that's when my John Henry
usually swells up and gets hard as a muscle...and I have to make it go
down."

	"You make it go down by 'beating off'?"

	"That's the only way I know...I've been doing it about two years
now."

	"When...where...how come I never knew about it?" as my questions
started coming forth.

	"Oh, sometimes out in the barn, or down by the swimming hole. I've
even done it, here in bed, when I knew you were asleep."

	"You're kidding?"

	"Nope."

	"And I never knew..." I continued. "How long does it take to 'beat
off'?"

	"Depends on how hard you are and what you're thinking about."

	"What do you think about?"

	"I think about putting my thing in some girl and doing it to her."

	"Any girl in particular?"

	"No, sometimes a girl I've seen in school, or some movie star."

	My interest perked up..."What movie star?"

	"I think about Esther Williams and her taking off her bathing
suit."

	"Gosh." (what a pathetic thing to say).

	"Is that why you can't sleep, is your John Henry swollen up, right
now,"

	If he could have seen me in the dark, my face would have been
bright red.

	"A little...how about yours?...Is it swollen now, too?"

	"Talking this way has made it rise up."

	"Would you be too embarrassed or scared to show me how you do it?"

	"No, will you promise not to say anything?"

	"Cross my heart."

	"Well, Bobby, Chuck, and I sometimes beat off together...so I've
done it in front of other guys...I guess it would be all right to do it in
front of my own brother."

	"Can we turn the light on?"

	"No, that is too bright...let me light that old kerosene
lantern. That'll be light enough for you to see."

	The fumes of the burning lamp usually gave me a sore throat, but I
was will to make the sacrifice to see this spectacle.

	He went over to the dresser, got the lantern, lit it, and sat it on
the bedside table. Then he slid his boxers down. I had seen Hal naked for
as long as I could remember, but I had never really looked at him. Until
this afternoon, to me, a penis, was nature's way of getting urine out of
your body, and nothing more. He lay down beside me, naked, and grabbed his
now, erect penis, with his right hand. He started pumping on it, up and
down.

	"See how it's done?"

	I had propped my head up with my elbow just to watch, completely
fascinated by this new education.  He would change the speed of his
motion. He took his left hand and made a cup to hold his balls tightly.  As
he beat faster, his breathing became more labored and he was pushing the
back of his head deeper into his pillow. He was beginning to make that
moaning sound I had heard earlier in the afternoon. Then he took one deep
breath and let out a big, "OOhhhh." Out of that little slit in the top of
his thing came white spurts, reminding me of a movie I had seen when a
derrick had just struck oil. The stream went about a foot in the air,
followed by four shorter bursts, each landing on his stomach. Thirty
seconds later, he was finished and his breathing went back to a normal
rhythm.

	He turned his head to me and said, "Well, whaddya think?"

	"I'm not sure...and I'm not totally convinced it's not a sin?"

	Hal laughed..."Believe me, little brother, it's not a sin."

	He continued to smile, looking at me for a few seconds before he
finally asked, "You wanna try?"

	"You mean do I want to do it to you or do I want to try to do it to
myself?"

	"To yourself, silly."

	"I don't know if I can."

	"Sure you can...all guys can...once you've done it, it's hard to
break the habit...look...I'll help you...slip off your shorts and let's see
what we can do...OK?"

	I was scared. It reminded me of the time Momma had called me in
this house to get old Dr. Boone to take out my tonsils on the kitchen
table. Oh well, I guess it wouldn't hurt to do it a little. I slid out of
my briefs and lay back. I reached down to grab myself and started the same
movement I had observed Hal doing. I felt foolish. I stopped.  "I can't do
this...I don't want to do this...I don't want you to watch me do this..." I
started spitting out excuses.

	"I've got an idea..," he said. "Lay back, put the pillow over your
face and let me do it for you," I had to think about this...the idea of
letting somebody touch my thing was exciting, but at the same time, it MUST
be a sin. Not wanting to seem like a kid, especially to my brother, I gave
in, and put the pillow over my face. I heard in spit in his hand, just
before he took hold of my penis. His grip was firm, tight, warm, and wet. I
felt a nervous chill go from my head to my toes. I had never felt anything
more wonderful and exciting. My embarrassment was being replaced with
spite...I would show Hal I could do what he did and better. I would spew my
gusher higher and more times, too. I would show him!!

	It was like a slow rumble before an earthquake, as I felt my entire
body begin to stir. Every muscle was relaxing, yet they all felt taught. I
felt I was going to spray him with pee, and I couldn't stop. If I peed on
him, then that was HIS fault. He shouldn't be doing this in the first
place. I hoped my pee hit him in the face...but this didn't have the same
feeling you have when you pee.  I was tingling all over and had the sudden
urge to scream. I flung the pillow covering my face to watch the action. I
wasn't peeing....I was cumming....for the first time in my life...I was
having a climax...and it was fabulous. I immediately thought, something
that feels this good MUST be a sin. You had sex to procreate, not enjoy.

	After I had erupted my last spurt, Hal shocked the hell out of me
when he leaned forward and took the tip of my penis and started licking it
like an ice cream cone. He licked the whole thing like it had spilled over
on the side...and he began cleaning the residue on my balls and stomach.

	"Hal, what are you doing?"

	"Shut up, I'm cleaning you. Lie back and enjoy it."

	"But you're putting that stuff in your mouth..."

	"I know."

	"What does it taste like?"

	"I'll show you that, too." He moved up to my lips and pried them
open with his tongue and let the saliva and semen seep into my mouth. It
actually tasted sweet...but what about the fact that my own brother was
kissing me and touching my tongue with his?  I made a quick calculation,
since I was probably going to hell for what I had just done, I might as
well go all the way and apply for a front row seat. I kissed him back and
put my arms around him, bringing his body next to mine. Our chests, legs
and feet were touching in an embrace...but what was more thrilling was that
our cocks ( I finally said that word to myself)...our cocks were wet and
hard and sliding together in the sticky fluid.

	Hal was already hard again as he began hunching me. Only a few
moments later, I, too was aroused once more and ready to go again. Through
sheer nerves and excitement, I pushed back against his body and we began to
meet and pull back in unison. The idea that I was saturated in his semen
and feeling his hard cock next to mine, was something I could never have
imagined. It felt nasty and it felt evil, but at the moment I would risk
heaven and hell to keep this sensation going. The only person I had ever
kissed in my life, was Wanda, and that was only once, at a party...but
suddenly I was kissing a guy...my brother...but it didn't matter...it was
the stimulation I was getting that seemed most important, at the moment.

	Hal didn't seem the least bit ashamed of sharing this experience
with me...so I convinced myself that what we were doing, could somehow find
justification. While we were humping, he slid his head down to suck on my
nipples and used his fingers to play with the hair in my armpits. It just
seemed "right" and the natural thing to do. As his motions sped up, I knew
he was going to deposit another load between our bellies. I wasn't sure if
I could do it, but I imagined how great it would be, if we could cum at the
same time. I knew I was getting close to the second orgasm of my life and I
wanted to mix our juices together. He began his little, "Oooh" sound and I
copied. Suddenly, this "wave" came through my nervous system again, and my
cock began to throb. I could feel a new "warm" emptying on to my
stomach...and yes, half of it was mine. We had climaxed at the same
time. Having shared this experience with Hal, I felt closer to him than I
ever had.

	I loved my brother...but all at once, I "loved" my brother. We had
soldered a bond between us that would last our whole lives.

	As we pulled apart, like two pieces of adhesive tape, he said,
"Man, we made a mess."

	"I know."

	"Did you enjoy it?"

	"What do you think?"

	"I think I just taught my little brother his first lesson about the
birds and the bees."

	We both laughed.

	"We can't run water in the bathtub and clean up. Momma and Marie
might hear us. What do you want to do?"

	"We could lick it off, the way you did, me."

	"Looks like I created a monster." He lay back on the bed his hands
under his head and arched his body to me.."OK, go to it...lick away."

	I should have been repulsed, but before such thoughts entered my
mind, I rose up and began to lick him from neck to knees...I licked every
place I could see, smell. or taste this new white honey. I had no
hesitation about licking his cock and balls. I was even licking the same
places over and over just to prolong my brave adventure. When Hal, thought
I had had enough time to clean him, he pulled me up by the shoulders and
pushed me on my back.

	"OK, you've had enough...it's my turn, now."

	As if playing the same reel of a movie twice, he licked me clean in
the exact same procedure, I had just done him. When he was finished, he
said, "All right, that's enough of a lesson for one night...Let's go to
sleep, OK?"

	"OK."

	He blew out the kerosene lamp and once more, the room was dark and
still. He assumed his regular position in the bed, facing the door, and I,
as usual, faced the wall. Three or four minutes passed before he broke the
silence...

	"Judd, do you have any guilty feelings?"

	"No."

	"Good."

	"Judd?"

	"Yeah?"

	"This is OUR secret?"

	"You bet, big brother."

	"Good night, little brother."

	"Good night."

	"Judd?"

	"Yeah?"

	"I love you."

	"I love you, too."

	We slept.


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	A few days later, I got off the bus, coming home from school. The
bus stop was about a mile from my house, and I had to walk down a dirt
road. It was late Spring and the warmth was hurrying the summer. I walked
about a half mile, past the swimming pond that was half on our property. I
heard voices yelling and splashing coming from over the little hill that
hid the pond. I climbed to the top and looked over, to see Bobby in the
water and Chuck was swinging on an old tire, tied to a rope an attached to
a large oak tree.  They were swimming jaybird. I had never had any qualms
about swimming naked with Hal or any of my friends. Sex had never entered
my thoughts until that night with Hal. Now all at once I was looking at
nudity in a different perspective. Chuck dropped from the tire, making a
huge splash. They laughed and played. I remembered how I had seen them
masturbating with Hal in the barn and I wondered if they had ever done the
things that we had. Of course not, they weren't brothers, they were just
friends.

	They were unaware I was watching them as they got out of the water,
and lay on their clothes, to let the sun dry off the wetness of their
bodies. They lay down awful close, though. I couldn't hear what they were
saying as they lay there naked. It must have been some kind of sex talk
because I saw them both grab their cocks and began to massage them at the
same time until they both had full erections. Then, I didn't believe their
next action. Bobby reached over and gripped Chuck's erection and Chuck
followed suit with him. They were going to beat each other off. I wondered
if they ever went this far with Hal? Naw, Hal would have mentioned it the
other night...but then, how did Hal know to do the things he had done with
me?" He must've done something with someone.

	Their activity didn't stop at masturbation. Chuck was turning his
body around the opposite direction of Bobby's and he put Bobby's dick in
his mouth...and at the same time, Bobby began to suck on Chuck's long
dong. It never occurred to me that you could do this together at the same
time. I hoped that Hal didn't know about this position, because I would
surprise him tonight, and let him wonder where I had learned this. I giggle
to myself. I wanted to pull out my swollen dick and jerk off while I
watched them, so when I stood to unzip my pants, Chuck looked at the top of
the hill and saw me. Oh shit.

	Chuck stood up quickly and tried to cover his erection with his
hands. His hands just weren't big enough. Bobby made a dive for his
clothes.

	Embarrassed, Chuck yelled at me, "Judd...is that you?"

	I was more embarrassed than they."Yeah, Chuck, how's it goin'?"

	"Er, great,..Bobby and I came out to take a dip and cool off."

	"Yeah, I notice."

	They looked at each other in fright.

	"Why don't you come down and swim with us?...We just got out for a
minute to dry off and get our breath."

	I knew if I left, there would be a mountain of shame to build
between us, and that might even jeopardize their friendship with Hal. So
like it or not, I would go swimming and face them as if I hadn't seen
anything out of the ordinary.

	"OK, I guess I could manage to come down for a few minutes," When I
reached them, they were both holding an article of clothing to hide their
genitals.

	"We didn't bring bathing suits, I guess you noticed."

	"I never use one here, either, unless Momma and Marie are with me."

	I began to undress...my back turned to them. I was afraid I was
still "swollen". so I dropped my briefs in a flash, and covered my crotch,
while I ran from them and jumped in the water. Seeing that I had either,
not seen them, or I was not going to pass judgment on them. They relaxed
and ran after me, splashing all the way. We swam and hit the water with a
sliding hand to spray each other. We swam under the water and on top. Bobby
asked me to stand about six feet in front of Chuck, spread our legs, and he
would swim underwater and go through the arches a la Esther Williams. He
went between Chuck's legs first and almost pushed him upward. Then he
approached the back of my inverted "V", and made it through halfway before
doing a 180 degree turnback and placed a firm grip on my cock.

	"Hey, hey, hey." I yelled. "What are you doing?"

	"Nothing...just playing around."

	"My turn...spread your legs, guys," said Chuck, as he dived under
the water. I could tell by the way Bobby jumped that Chuck has passed under
him and knew he was headed toward me, although you couldn't seem him in the
dark water. I was expecting the same kind of "grab" I had received from
Bobby, so I prepared myself for it. After he had gone through me legs, sure
enough, here came a searching hand toward my crotch. When he reached for
me, I quickly grabbed his hand, and placed it on his target and held it
there. I wouldn't let go until he emerged from the deep. When he came up
for air, I still had hold of his hand on my dick. He tried to pull loose
like a mouse trying to get out of a trap,,,but my grip was firm.

	"What are you doin', Judd?"

	"What were you and Bobby tryin' to do with me?"

	"What's Judd doin', Chuck?"

	"Swim over here and take a look."

	Bobby swam over and saw Chuck's well placed, but trapped hand. He
looked at me and grinned..."You saw us didn't you?"

	"Saw what?" I chided.

	"You saw Chuck and me, making out on the shore. That's what."

	"You gonna tell?"

	"Tell who?"

	"Anybody."

	"Not if you let me join you," I replied.

	"You kidding?"

	"Nope."

	"Let's swim to shore."

	Johnny Weismuller or Buster Crabbe, could neither have swam as fast
as we did, in our mounting excitement. We ran to the grassiest place we
could find, yet being more cautious to get in a wooded area, that couldn't
be as readily seen as I had spied on them earlier. When we thought we had
found our safe haven, we just stood there, naked, looking at each other,
not knowing what to do next or who would be brave enough to make the first
move. Finally, it was Chuck who broke the ice..."Well, are we gonna jerk
off or what?"

	"Sounds good to me", replied Bobby as he sat down on the grass.

	Sounding like the voice of experience, I chimed in, "Me, too", in a
rather deep manly voice.

	We sat in a three person circle, and each began looking at the
other two's dicks, while beginning to massage his own. Looking at two cocks
getting hard made my erection spring up easily. We were all "up" and ready
to begin stroking our instruments. I felt as if we were Indian braves
beating tom-toms before a war party dance.

	"I know there's only three of us," Bobby said, "but you guys wanna
have a circle jerk?"

	"Sure, let's do it", said Chuck.

	"It's all right with me," I answered, not knowing just what the
hell a "circle jerk" was.

	Chuck reached over to Bobby, who was sitting on his right, and
grabbed Bobby's cock. Then Bobby reached over and grabbed my surprised
penis, and I looked at them waiting for an eye contact to let me know I was
suppose to lean over and grab Chuck. He did and he did and I did and soon
we were circle jerking. It's funny how easy it was to catch on to these
games. I still kept asking myself, as I questioned myself about Hal's
expertise, "Where had they learned about all these things?"  Again, at the
moment, I didn't care who, why, or how they were "educated", I'm just glad
that they were.

	I felt so at ease with them. I was surprised at myself. Since that
first night with Hal, I had began to change...in my thoughts and actions. I
mean, hell, before that night, if a guy had even looked at me naked, let
alone, touch me, I would knocked the shit out him for being a queer...and
now look at me...I was sitting outdoors about a half mile from my house,
and involved in a three guy masturbation session.

	We were having fun, playing follow the leader. If one of us
squeezed, then by chain reaction, the other two followed. We varied our
rhythms and tempos, pressure and easing up as if we were sending some kind
of code to each other and waiting for the response. Chuck spit out a dollop
of saliva and lubricated his hand and re-grabbed Bobby. Bobby's answer was,
"Oh, yeah", then he spit in his and and gave me the same sensation...I
followed by doing it to Chuck. We laughed in glee.

	"Hold it, hold it, hold it," said Bobby..."Who's got a quarter?"

	"I do."

	"I do."

	"OK, let's play a game for a seventy-five cent prize. The object is
to grab the guy on your right and do everything to make him cum. But the
one of us who can hold off and shoot last, wins the money. OK?"

	"OK."

	"OK."

	I couldn't wait to get my hand back on Chuck's dick. I was going to
drive him crazy. I would make sure that he came first. I thought if I
concentrated on this action, it would distract me from Bobby's assault on
me, and, who knows, I might win.

	"One...two...three...GO!" was the call.

	We each lunged toward our tasks, and began stimulating our foe with
a vengeance. I got brave and tried to cheat as I reached over with my left
hand and cupped Chuck's balls and began to massage them.

	"Oh, man"...was Chuck's response.  This would do it, I thought. He
couldn't last long now, But I didn't know just how unfair Bobby played. He
didn't cup my balls...no...he leaned over and put my cock in his mouth and
started plunging up and down.

	"NO FAIR!", I screamed.

	Bobby stopped his sucking long enough to say, "I didn't say how...I
just said the last one to cum wins the pot," as he made a dive toward my
penis and continued his interrupted motion.

	"Two can play that game." said Chuck as he leaned forward to engulf
Bobby. I was still determined that I could win with my "hand". I wasn't
sure if I was up to sucking my first cock. Damn, what they were both doing
was driving me up the walls. I knew I was on the brink and I had better
pull out all the stops on Chuck. So, I took a deep breath and bent down to
look at Chuck's cockhead at eye level. It was about the same size as
mine. We were all three circumcised and looked almost like triplets...Hell,
it didn't look so bad. Hal had put me in his mouth, I had licked Hal's and
these two guys looked like they were having the times of their lives...so I
swallowed, licked my lips, and took it into my mouth. It wasn't disgusting
at all, if anything, it was exciting, and the moist flesh tasted
good. Then, the "follow the leader" game ensued, once again. As soon as one
guy did something differently, the other two followed. I laughed to myself
by thinking, "Is this a 'circle-suck'?"

	The sensation was so stimulating, it seemed we forgot all about the
bet and the prize. No one wanted to cum...we wanted this to go on and on
and on. Maybe it was because I was the amateur of the group but I was the
first to reach a climax. I made a negative, "Mmn nmm" sound with Chuck in
my mouth warning Bobby I was about to unload in his mouth, and I reached
down to pull myself out. He slapped at my hand and said, "No, Judd,,,let it
go...I want it...I want you to cum in my mouth!"

	OK, if he wanted it...he would get it. I felt the familiar quiver
going through my body, knowing this was the signal that it was time. I
relaxed and released everything my body had churned up. The feeling of his
hot saliva mixing with my hot semen, made me see fireworks. This was
unbelievable...I may have lost the bet but I had won another kind of
prize. I saw him swallowing my jism, gush after gush...He was loving
it...If it was that good, I wanted to taste Chuck. I wanted him to cum in
my mouth the same way. I worked on him with more diligence. I wanted him to
be the second to shoot...but NO, it was Bobby who shot the second
load...down Chuck's throat. Chuck, spurted, coughed, gagged, and swallowed
all at the same time. He was gobbling Bobby. Bobby was writhing in
pleasure. At last, this part of the action was over...only one more to
go...It was my turn to get Chuck to earn the money he had apparently, just
won.

	Since it was just the two of us involved in the final act, I made
him stand up and I rose to my knees to take him on full front. He started
helping me by fucking me...he kept fucking deeper until I could feel him in
the cavity that once housed my tonsils.

	Suddenly, Bobby got to his knees and said, "Here, Judd, let me help
you get Chuck off!" I couldn't believe what he was about to do. He walked
on his knees until he got to Chuck's ass. He spread the ass cheeks and
began licking Chuck's rectum.

	Chuck raised his head in ecstasy he was getting worked on by two
mouths, one in the front, the other in the back. at the same time. Bobby
stopped licking and stuck his index finger in his mouth to moisten it and
inserted it right into Chuck's anal entry. He was finger fucking him. This
made Chuck moaned louder. I was still holding his scrotum firmly in my left
hand, and I felt his balls contracting like they were going up inside his
pelvis, and he began to cry out. At the same time, he began his climactic
eruption, shooting load after load of white lava into my mouth. I was
trying to swallow as fast as he spurted. It seemed to last a full
minute...I hadn't even noticed that the sun had gone behind a cloud, as I
felt a shadow, creep over my back...It wasn't s cloud that had shaded me,
it was the shadow of Hal who had just walked up in time to see me giving
one of his best friends, a blow job...my first blow job...

	He didn't seem angry...he didn't yell at me...he just quietly
asked, "Judd,..what the hell are you doing?"


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 (to be continued) (in a couple of days).