Date: Sun, 12 Oct 2008 23:55:19 -0500
From: hughsacks@hotmail.com
Subject: Dad's Boys Club 1-5

This scenario is pure fiction but it is based upon some of a gay man's real
life experiences-fantasies.  Be forewarned that it includes:

    w/s, teen sex, consensual incest and spanking.

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It is also not to be copied or duplicated for distribution to others.

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Getting into `Dad's Boys Club'

Chapter One How it all began.

For as long as I can remember I've been attracted to beautiful, colorful,
soft, luxurious things. As early as helping my mother and slightly older
sister do the laundry, I liked the feel of their softer underwear and
blouses.  Completely award of the difference `tween those and the cotton
`jocky' underwear and flannel shirts my much older brother and dad wore.

Mom was quite creative in having parties, in the deserts she made and the
decorations she made.  Holidays were my favorite times of the year `cause
we'd be able to make such decorations and displays.  I'm not sure she or
even my dad and brother were aware of the fact that I always wanted to be
someone or some thing that had to wear soft, silky garments.  Or that I
took special interest in making silky bows for wrapping presents.  I also
was very good with plants and made floral arrangements for the Sunday
dinner table.

There were `masculine' sides to all of this. For Halloween Dracula's shirt
and pants and cape had to be black, shiny, flowing material, with lots of
dark make-up. The costumes for Starsky and Hutch who were T.V. `Road
Barron's' and their shits also were colorful and silky soft.

No one seemed to be the least bit interested or conscious of the fact that
the Christmas presents were so color coordinated and so elaborately
wrapped.  They just ripped them off to get to the present.  That bother-ed
me a little but I got over it.

The gardening thing was recognized by my dad and brother.  They were glad
to relinquish their responsibility of cutting grass in the large front and
back yard and of tending to the plantings.  They were suggesting a career
in landscaping or horticulture.  Grandpa had a veg. farm nearby.

This all took place when I was 8-14 years old and I didn't realize that
there was, or might be, anything different about it.

In school, 5th or 6th grade, I began to be aware of the distinct difference
or preferences between boys and girls. I think the first was my brother and
dad taking me to all the sports games.  It all seemed so rough and
senseless. I could appreciate the skill of seeing a baseball coming at you
and trying to hit it with a bat and then running as fast as you can but the
getting tackled, knocked down, while trying to throw a ball or hitting
someone who was running with a football, seamed stupid.

Basketball was some where in the middle.  I could see the skill required
but it was all so fast and repetitive, running from one end of a short
court to the other to do the same thing---why?  Hockey was the worst of
all: the repetitiveness of basket ball on ice, plus the football thing of
trying to kill one another with sticks---YUK.

That was dad and Bud's favorite and because I was always complaining and
not watching, they stopped taking me with them. To cover my back I really
enjoying going to the baseball games with them and actually did fairly well
in it in H.S. and also at running in track.

Speaking of dad and Bud, they were much closer than either of them were
with me....other than going to baseball games.  Bud was 10 years older and
as Bud was their first child, being born when dad and mom were seniors in
H.S. that gave them a special bond that I knew nothing about until I got to
that age.

That put me somewhere in the middle of nowhere.  At 8 years of age, I
became aware of the teasing about playing with girls or with doll houses,
which I liked to do, so I had to concentrate on playing cops and robbers
with the other boys in our area.  THE only thing that kept me sane at this
time was Cub and Boy Scouts.  I could help mom around the house, get into
cooking and camping, hiking and running, etc. and feel the pride of
accomplishment.  I think the ONLY thing my brother and I had in common was
that we both achieved the Eagle Scout ranking at a very early age.  That
made dad proud also.  I think that was The only thing I made him proud of.

                                  + +

All that is a set up for the rejection I went through, trying to find my
place in society.  At that time, I knew something about being queer, I
don't think they even called it gay then, and it certainly was something to
avoid.  I'd never seen a guy get beaten up but I certainly did hear about
such things, not only from my piers but also from adult coaches and
ministers.

We, guys with such thoughts, were all safely hiding in our closets.

I had a terrible time finding my way `out'.  I'd drop very subtle hints
about what it would be like to suck a cock or to have mine sucked.  There
never seemed to be any interest in it. The responses were anything but
subtle: `Only queers do that', or `Don't tell me you're a homo; why da' ya'
know anything `bout that?'

And even IF others were interested, they were probably concerned that it
was a set up----as it had been for me a couple of time.

When I responded to such an offer, it was a trap and I was ridiculed or
identified as being `QUEER'; certainly not what I wanted.  I was once held
by a guy while he dragged me to the far side of the locker room and told
the other guys to `de-pants' me to see what I had to offer and then took
turns laughing at how small I was.  It was sooo embarrassing. It took a
long time to get over that.  There were several other experiences but
there's no need to dwell on those.  Kids today have no appreciation for how
good they have it.  The public is sooo much more inclined to accept, if
not, appreciate, gay young men.

                                   + +
                          (Introduction of Larry)

As a junior in H.S. I was very careful but desperately looking for some one
to share my sexual interests in, if only by way of conversation.  There
were two guys I was attracted to but were sure they wouldn't be interested
in me.  They were both very nice looking and all around regular guys that
every one admired, noticed.  I fit into about 50 per cent of that
description.  Some teachers liked me and my work.  Some of the baseball
team members were very kind, encouraging, but it never went any further
than that.

Larry actually said hello to me first, asking me what I was doing, and
added encouragement.  I don't remember what it was about; I just know that
he made the first offer to be interested in me.  It went on like that for
several weeks.  We sat at the same table for lunch several times but then
he'd get called by some of the other `studs' and he'd be gone.  Oh how I
followed every move he made.  He was packing a good load `tween his legs.
I fantasized what he had, every night while jacking off.  I even tried to
find out what period he had gym so I might be able to see him naked in the
locker room but that never worked out.

                                  + +

The other guy was in my Scout Troop and from another school. I made the
first contact with John and while I was very careful----the LAST thing I
wanted was to be found out in Scouts, be called a queer, and then loose the
comfortable environment of Scouting.

On a Scout outing, swimming in a lake, he was jumping up and down on the
diving board and his dick actually hung out from the bottom of his baggy
swim suit.  Several of the other guys laughingly pointed that out, but he
seemed unconcerned about the length of his cock or the teasing he took.
When he got out of the water his suit actually slipped to his ankles.  We'd
all seen each other naked so it wasn't all that shocking.  He was tall,
skinny and a little `slow' acting but a very likeable guy.  That night,
before the senior Scouts came into our tent to go to sleep, I asked him if
he minded being teased about having such a long dick and he said, so very
casually, that he didn't; he was used to it by now.

"Have you ever gotten it hard?  Can you get a boner?"

"Ya, sure, every one can; can't you?"

That was almost a dare.  "Of course I can.  Wanna see....." but then,
again, being sooo cautious, I just rubbed my crotch.  I'm sure he could see
that I had sprung a boner.

"You do it first.,,,," was my challenge to him.

He eagerly accepted my dare and just standing there in front of me, between
our cots, he began to play with himself, pulling his skin from the head of
his cock and sure enough it did get up and hard in just a few strokes.  It
was much longer and larger than any I'd ever seen. It almost scared or
embarrassed me.  I was glad I hadn't gone first. Mine would have looked
ridiculous compared to his.

But that's as far as that went as we could hear the other guys coming so we
both got into our cots and pretended we were asleep.

                [ how we finally got together comes later]

                                + + +

This scenario is pure fiction but it is based upon some of a gay man's real
life experiences-fantasies.  Be forewarned that it includes:

       w/s, teen sex, consensual incest and spanking.

IT IS NOT INTENDED FOR ANYONE UNDER THE AGE OF 18.

It is also not to be copied or duplicated for distribution to others.

Nifty.org has gone to great expense to offer it to you for your own
enjoyment.  Contribute to them if it gives you as much pleasure as it has
me.  Author: Hugh Sacks.....hughsacks@hotmail.com


Chapter Two: Back to the other situation, Larry:


I'll never forget this next incident.  It changed my life for ever.

I spotted Larry coming into the cafeteria with a bunch of other guys and a
girl.  I was pretty sure she was his girl. I watched them as they babbled
their way down the line, selecting their lunch.  He seemed to stand out
from the others and I couldn't figure out why.  They were dressed in normal
school cloths.  They were all considered `Studs' of their class. Their hair
and other looks were quite normal; he just looked nicer, fresher, more
confident---a born leader of the pack.

I was sure they'd be eating together but at the end of the line they simply
broke up and he headed toward my table.  I felt a charge in my body as I
watch him come down my aisle.  My legs just automatically spread apart and
then I force them back together.

As I reached around to remove my back pack so there'd be room for him, if
he chose, to sit at this table, I slipped from my chair and unceremoniously
fell to the floor in front of him.  I was soooo embarrassed; I didn't know
what to say or do.

"Easy there," he said is his baritone voice, and he reached forward giving
me his hand to help me up.

I'll never forget that first touch.  His hand was much larger, firmer, than
mine but it was incredibly smooth and soft.  As our hands met, I thought it
was the firmness of his squeeze that sent a charge through me but it was
more than that because even as I stood up, on my own feet and he still had
his hand around mine, I could feel that strange charge.

I couldn't speak, but as I regained my composure and sat down across from
him, he started right off babbly about what they---the group he was
with---were doing.  I tried to show sincere interest but I was still trying
to figure out what the hell had just happened and wondered if he got the
same charge from our touch.

"Everyone knows how accomplished you are when it comes to things creative
and I need help completing a model I'm constructing for a science project.
I was wondering if you'd consider helping me or showing me how to do it,"
was the wrap up of his babbling.

I never got one word in; I just stared into his eyes, nodding my head in
agreement.

We continued discussing the project and how and when we might get together
to work on it.  It was simultaneously the longest and shortest lunch period
I'd ever known.

The bell rang and as we got up to leave, he reached for my hand saying,
"Then it's a deal......."  and, again, but now that I was anticipating it,
the warmth, softness of his hand reached into my body and my knees began to
quiver.  Fortunately walking down the isle the sensation wore off.

As we headed in different directions, the sound of his voice, using my name
as though I was a special, close, friend, made my day----and a lot more to
follow.


                                   + +

There were several more short comments, contacts, as we passed through the
hallways, i.e.; we exchanged phone numbers.  Then a few nights later he did
call and fortunately I was alone.  His voice over the phone was even more
enticing than hearing it in the noisy hallways. He explained more of the
details of what he was doing and why and how he needed me to build or show
him how to construct a miniature camp site for the reenactment of a Civil
War battle.  There had to be canvas tents, canons, horses and wagons and
lots of solders. Also hills and valleys and trees.

I'd never done such a thing but was sure I could as I'd worked on repairing
a miniature doll house for a niece.  I was more confident when he said he'd
found most of the actual items in a hobby store and what he really needed
was the hills, valleys and trees.

It was easier to do it at his house but since he lived quite a distance
from my house and a bike ride would take me through the heaviest part of
town, mom decided to drive me there and they would bring me back.

I was sooo anxious; I scheduled it for the next day after school. I'd go
home with him on his bus and they'd bring me home. And that's the way it
worked.  There are more details about how it was done but that's not the
point of this story.  Needless to say, my help was greatly appreciated by
Larry and .......and he did get extra credit for the exceptional work that
went into his model.

The more interesting part has to do with my sexual development during this
period. It all began an hour after we were in his house.  We had to work on
the project in his room to keep his cat away from it and we had to store it
under his bed `cause there wasn't a safe place elsewhere in his house.
When the layout board wasn't on his bed, it was on two milk cartons in the
center of the room and his room wasn't very large. Several times during the
first few hours we brushed against one another and each time I felt that
urge or heat from his body.  I also noticed for the first time that he had
a particular scent.

"Do you have cologne on?"

"Yes......, why? Do you like it?" he said with an inquisitive smile.

"Yes, very much but the only time I've ever had it on was when I was in
costume or going to a special affair."

"To me, this is a special affair.  I'm so glad to be working with you."

That really took me back and I think the expression on my face surprised
him.  That was the most intimate thing anyone had ever said to me, thought
I've thought such things privately.

"I'll go wash it off if you don't like it......."

"Of course not.  I love it.  The aroma is so cool," I said, sliding closer
to him, inhaling deeply.

As we met, he turned his face sideways, offering me his cheek and ear to
sniff.  Our cheeks did, in fact, touch and again, there was the feeling of
such softness.  I quickly backed away, in fear of him thinking I was being
aggressive, fresh.

I stammered about something we were doing but my heart was pounding.  The
next set of trees, made from real sponges and painted various greens, were
ready to be placed.  He was on one side of the board and I was on the other
and our hands met. Need I say more; they were so soft and gentle.

I just had to comment, "You hands, skin, feels smoother, softer than anyone
I've every known......" and before I could say anything else, he said,

"My mom's a beautician and I use her skin softener.  I like the way it
makes me feel.  Do you like it?.....would you like me to put some on your
hands?"

I just looked into his eyes and nodded.  I'd never known anyone like this.
He was saying things I'd only dreamt about.

He left the room and I stared at the fullness of his backside as he walked
away.  He came back with a dispenser bottle of pink lotion and squeezed a
small glob on to my hand and began to smear it all around.  It felt
wonderful having him touch me like that, in a caring, friendly way.  We
didn't say much; just sighed deeply and we worked our hands together.

Don't remember what broke that trance but as we were working on another
part of the display, he was leaning or standing over me to reach for
something and our faces were right next to one another and before I could
imagine what to think he simply turned my face toward his, with his larger,
firm, hands and kissed me on the lips........

I almost fainted.  I know I lost all control and went limp in his hands.  I
didn't know anything about kissing or how to kiss him back but just the
feeling of his very large, moist, lips covering mine, sent me places I
never knew existed.  It wasn't a quick or gentle peck; it was a full blown,
mouth consuming, manly encounter.

When he did break of off, still holding my head in his hands, there was
complete silence, each not knowing what to say.

To scream in horror and indignation or to say, "What the hell was that all
about?"

The same response came from both our mouths,

"WOW !"

"How'd you learn to do that....."  "did ya like that....?" Were all jumbled
together.  So we stopped and said them more clearly, more slowly.

Larry began with, "I've been wanting to do that to someone for years but
you're the first one that I've ever felt would let me do it.  I feel so
`hot' when I touch you that I was sure you'd let me do it."

My response was, "I've felt the same way when we touch but I sure as hell
wasn't sure enough to say or ask you about it.  Afraid of being smacked as
a queer."

"OH.....I know the feeling.  When we won our last game we were all so
excited, jumping up and down, hugging one another, I planted a kiss on
Scott.  Later, in the locker room, he spun me against the lockers when no
one was around and said..... `DON'T EVER TELL ANYONE YOU DID THAT AND DON'T
EVER DO IT AGAIN'".

"Do what?  What did I do to upset you?"

"YOU kissed me!"

"We were just celebrating; we were all hugging.  You must be dreaming. I
don't go around `kissing guys'", and with that we left it along.  We've
never spoken about it again.  In fact, I don't think we actually spoken to
one another.

"OH Larry, I can't tell you how glad I am to hear that from a guy like you;
some one who's not a `fairy' or thinks that I'm one.  I TOO felt, feel, the
same way when we touch.  It's almost as though a electrical charge goes
through me.  My knees twitch and my heart skips a beat."

The display board slid from it's support and I slid into his crossed legs,
looking up at him.  He bent down and planted another kiss on me but this
time I threw my arms around his neck to hold him close to me.  Our lips
parted and he began to suck on mine and I, in turn, began to suck on his.
It got sloppier and sloppier.  We kissed and kissed for a very long
time. He began to hum or sigh.  I felt like I was floating.

I think we would have continued doing that all afternoon but there was the
sound of his mother coming up the stairs, asking if I had to be going home
OR could I say for dinner.

Before she entered the closed room, I whispered,

"I can stay....."

"OH...you've dropped your exhibit....."

"Yes, mom, he can stay for dinner.  We have some repairs to make on the
display."

"Wonderful.  Call your mom to be sure it's all right and assure her that
we'll drive you home."

I made the call, actually leaving a message, as I knew no one would be
there.

 "That was a wonderful dinner, Mrs. Marino.  Larry and I had better to back
to our project-----I almost slipped and said `to our kissing'."

We chased one another up the stairs and into his room and without saying a
word, fell onto his mattress and continued our kissing.  Now I was able to
do it better, longer, deeper.  I just instinctively knew how to suck on his
tongue and let him get his between my teeth and lips.  It was soooo much
fun.  We were on his bed for over an hour, practicing and develop-ing a
closer and closer bond.

We also discovered that we were sweating, perspiring, at the closeness of
our bodies, the heavy breathing in the smallness of his room.  He was the
first to lick the perspiration from my forehead; I returned the favor by
licking his cheek and for what ever reason, his ear.  Could never explain
such intuitive instinct; it just felt right.....for both of us so we did it
again and again to each other.

I sat up to catch my breath and sighed,

"This certainly is something I'd never expected.  Well that's not true.
It's what I had wanted to happen for the longest time; I just could never
have believed it would happen with a guy like you."

He was smiling with an agreeable grin on his face.

"The truth of the matter is, my fantasy is that I'd be able to see and
touch your private parts and ......maybe.......be able to play with them.
I had all sort of sexual fantasy about you as I'd jack off.  About having
you playing with me and me playing with you."

As I was saying that, he reached for my crotch and began to squeeze my cock
and balls.  As I finished, I reached for his and he spread his legs wide
apart, so I'd have complete access to what ever I wanted.

We felt each other through our pants and our cocks were getting hard---hell
they were rock hard !

He was the first off the bed.  His thumbs slipped into the sides of his
pants and forced them down.  It wasn't an easy task as his hard on was in
the way.  He exchanged that move for the one of snapping them apart and
zipping the fly.  He wasn't wearing any under ware and his cock just sprang
forward.

My eyes were bugged out and my jaw just dropped.  The sight was amazing.
In my wildest dreams I could never have imagined a thing so beautiful, so
big, so RIGHT THERE IN FRONT OF ME TO TOUCH AND FEEL.

Before I could reach for it he pulled me from the mattress and I followed
suite.  I ripped open my pants, forced my jocky shorts past my cock, making
it spring up and down.  We were so close together that our cock greeted
each other before we could touch and feel them for ourselves.

Larry stepped back, leaning against his desk to get a better look at my
cock.  He was stroking his.

I stood there with my pants locked around my ankles so I couldn't step back
but I, too, began to push and pull my skin.  I didn't know which I wanted
to do more: jack off in front of him or to reach for his and jack him off.
We were so enjoying watching each other that that is just what we did.
Stood there showing off what we had, cock and balls wise.

He was a year older than me.  He was slightly larger in every respect. His
cock was uncircumcised as was mine so we each had a little more to offer,
play with, than most of the other guys in the locker room.  I'd actually
never seen Larry naked in the locker room.  This was THE very first time
and I was truly impressed.  It was more, better than I'd I hoped for.

I didn't know where this was going.  My head and heart were spinning. I
didn't want it to stop.  I had to jack him off or have him jack me off. I
wanted him to cum all over me and I wanted to lick it off----as I'd so
often done after jackin' my self off.

I wanted to suck him off, thought I didn't know how.  I'd never done it or
seen anyone do it.  I'd just heard of guys having it done---by chicks.

I'd later learned that exactly the same things were going though his head.
The only difference was that he had sucked a cock and had his cock sucked.

In the back of my mind I heard the sound of the phone but paid no attention
to it; but was glad to hear it answered, proving that his mom was still
down stairs and we were still alone together to continue what we were
doing.

But that came to an abrupt end as there was the sound of steps coming up
the wooden stairs and his mom announcing,

"That was your dad.  He'd gotten your message and he's near here and was on
his way to pick you up."

By the time she stuck her head through the door, we'd just finished
snapping our pants.

"We're not finished.  We've got just one more thing to do, to night. When
he gets here will you please tell him that and that I'll be down as soon as
I can."

"Of course.  He can came in and have a drink. I'd like to meet him."

As soon as she closed the door we stated babbling,

"What'a we going to do.  I want your cock."  "I want yours!"  I wanna suck
you off; I wanna taste your cum."  "SOOOO do I."

"We could be sick tomorrow and we could be together."

"No, that won't work.  My mom would have me in bed all day."

"Larry.....we're just gonna have to wait until tomorrow."

"I don't think I can but I guess I'm just gonna have to.  But I sure am
gonna think about you when I jack off to night."

And with that I took the imitative and kissed him.  We separated and he
kissed me back.  We both slid the project under his bed and headed down to
meet dad.

They were having a cup of coffee, sharing things about us.  They were both
smiling with pride as we entered the kitchen.

"I'm ready, dad.  We were just getting into the next step but that'll have
to be tomorrow.  Thank you for dinner Mrs.......; it was delicious!"

"You've got a dentist appointment right after school tomorrow....."

And before he could finish, I protested, saying that our project is behind
schedule and we'd just have to cancel the appointment.

"I'm afraid that's not a good decision.  It's taken us months to get you
scheduled and your mom would be furious with me if I agreed with your plan.
Tell you what," looking at Mrs.....for approval, "How about right after the
dentist appointment, your mom brings you back here and if necessary, you
could spend the night if you don't complete the project."

I almost leaped toward dad to plant one of my newly discovered kisses on
his lips.

Mrs......assured us that I was certainly welcomed to stay the night.

Larry was in full agreement. We'd work through the night if necessary.

It was all settled.  "See ya in school tomorrow."

I was SOOOO happy; that ride home with my dad was THE most conversational
one dad and I had ever had.  I told him a lot of things about Larry and dad
told me additional things about what he'd learned.  He really like the
Marinos and was glad that I'd made such a nice connection, friendship.

"As nice as John is from Scouts, Larry is a much more sensible, intelligent
young man.  I'm sure you are going to be good friends."

"DAD, I can assure you we are going to be THE best of friends. I could
never have imagined that we'd have so much in common; that we've been this
close to each other these past two years and have never hit it off.  But
with the closeness of this project, we are going to be THE best of
friends," I said, repeating my self just to hear the reassurance.

When we got home, Mom was in complete agreement with the plan and I heard
dad telling her what we'd talked about on the ride home. As I ran up to my
room, anxious to jack off, I assured my mother,

"Yes, mom, I thanked Mrs. Marino for dinner.  It was delicious."

The door slammed shut; I literally ripped off my cloths, leaving them on
the floor where they fell and leaped onto my bed.  My cock was already
hard.  It was no problem jackin off as my cock had been dripping cum all
the way home in anticipation of jackin off to the image of Larry.  But I
did slow way down.  I wanted this to last as long as one of our kisses
lasted so every time I felt that urge of cum coming, I'd change positions
and relive another kiss.  I was able to trick my cock several more times
before it couldn't stand it any more and uncontrollably, just shot and shot
and shot, cum every where. There were ribbons of cum flying across my body
and bed.  It looked like fireworks on the 4th of July.

By the time I'd finished, my balls were so tight, I couldn't find them and
my cock, still was hard.  That had never happened.  After shooting it would
go completely limp and I feel the strangest sensation of having done some
thing that I shouldn't have done.

But this was completely different and I knew why.  I wasn't cuming for my
own personal satisfaction.  I was cuming as an expression of the love I was
finally feeling for another person.  I wanted to leap from my bed and go
downstairs and tell my parents.  Fortunately, I'd come to my senses by
then.  My cock begun to get back to its' pissing normal size.

Ha....That's a good idea.  I haven't done that in a long time.  I wonder if
I'm excited enough to piss as much as I'd cum?

With out getting my pajamas on, I just walked down the hall, almost wishing
either of my parents, especially my dad, would catch me, but they didn't.
I got into the shower and before I turned on the water, I put my feet at
the bottom of one wall and my back against the opposite wall and within a
few strokes, had my cock semi hard, pulling back my foreskin and began to
release a day's long storage of rich, golden piss.  It was flying every
where.  I was so turned on that I was able to hit every surface, including
the ceiling.  I'd even let the last of the mighty stream splash on my face.
The steam stopped but I enjoyed licking some of it from my lips.  I took a
quick, hot, shower and again, with very little drying off, went back to my
room.

This time, my dad did see me and with no more of a shock or surprise, he
said,

"Night, son; sweet dreams."

OH he would never know how sweet those dreams were gonna be.  But, truth be
told, I'd much later discover that he did, in fact, mean exactly what he'd
said.  He knew what dreams I was gonna have.

Before I jumped back into bed, naked for the very first time, I splashed a
bit of cologne on my face.  It wasn't as nice, bittersweet, as Larry's but
it was all I had and it did the trick.  My hands felt smoother and I
smelled different, I felt older, wiser, more experienced.


                                    + + +

This scenario is pure fiction but it is based upon some of a gay man's real
life experiences-fantasies.  Be forewarned that it includes:

 w/s, teen sex, consensual incest and spanking.

IT IS NOT INTENDED FOR ANYONE UNDER THE AGE OF 18.

It is also not to be copied or duplicated for distribution to others.

Nifty.org has gone to great expense to offer it to you for your own
enjoyment.  Contribute to them if it gives you as much pleasure as it has
me.  Author: Hugh Sacks.....hughsacks@hotmail.com


Chapter Three My First Sleep over; my first fuck.


The next day was fantastic and the night was paradise.  All my dreams had
been fulfilled but I was then set on another course, sexually.

In those days, sleep overs were very unusual things and were usually done
by girls.  Guys just didn't get that intimate with other guys. Even in
locker rooms, guys slipped out and into their pants or shorts while sitting
on benches or standing right in from of their lockers.  They were very
protective of showing their private parts.  They'd wrap a towel around
their waist getting to the shower and stand facing the wall while
showering.  It was always very quick.

If you lingered around, you were considered a pervert or someone to be
avoided, at all costs, either while changing your cloths and/or showering.
And HEAVEN-FORBIT you never wanted to be seen looking at a guy and worst of
all being seen looking at his groin.  There were two or three such guys
that were shunned completely for doing that and I know that at least one
was just `slow' or `not all there'; he was just trying to be friendly and
make contact with someone.  There was quite a scandal when his parents came
to school with the story their son had told them about being held in a john
by three `jocks' and being forced to suck their cocks and drinkin' their
urine.

The three were expelled and ultimately transferred to other schools but the
really sad part was that Jimmy, the `slow one', became a recluse and seldom
spoke to anyone.  I tried, but just couldn't get through to him.

As excited as I was about the upcoming `sleep over' event, I couldn't tell
anyone.  Our schedules were different that day, so Larry and I never even
saw one another and that both drove me crazy and yet built up such
excitement and anticipation that I had all I could do to keep from getting
to the boys room so I could jack off.  When I lost control and couldn't get
my hard on under control, I did go to the boys room but there was always
someone there and since there were no swinging doors on the cubicles, it
just wasn't safe.  I just had to tough it out and stay hard.  Fortunately,
no one seemed to notice. It did help to leave my shirt on the outside of my
jeans to cover the bulge.

FINALLY that g'dammed bell rang and classes were over.  I ran as fast as I
could, and I could run very fast, but Larry still beat me to his bus.  As I
leaped into it, my heart sank as I scanned the seats, Larry wasn't there.
My heart sank and I couldn't take a step.

"Keep it moving; take your seat; others are waiting....." was the drivers
command.

I was forced to but as I made my way down the isle, there was Larry in the
very last seat, in the corner.  My heart skipped a beat and my smile went
ear to ear.  I wanted to slap a bid kiss on him, right then and there but
settled for swinging around the next to last seat and plopping right next
to him.  He route wasn't as crowed as mine so all the seats weren't taken;
we were alone back there and there wasn't even any one in the seat in front
of us.

Our hands grasped each other and my heart told me, `yes---that's my
Larry---soft yet firm'.  I was the first to speak,

"Ya really got me.  I couldn't see you way back here and I thought I
wouldn't be seeing you.  Ya have no idea how hard it's been not being able
to see you all day. I've had a hard on all day," I said in a whisper.

"Ya mean like this...." and he showed me the bulge in his jeans and then
continued to zip them open.

My head immediately looked around to be sure no one could see or hear what
the hell we were doing.  This was my FIRST experience of exhibitionism and
I was getting' quite a charge from it but rather than standing up and
whipping mine out and saying,

"If ya think his is big, look at what I have to offer."

But the reality of the situation was that I did just the opposite.  I
slouched down so no one would see me at all.  And that turned out not to be
the wrong position for as he finished opening his fly, the hard on he'd
carried all day just shot out.  Again, he was not wearing underwear.

I wanted to drop my face over it and suck it but there just wasn't room and
I'd never done it before so wasn't really sure how to do it.  I just sat
back up, trying to look so casual and not right next to him but once my
hand grasped his cock, there was no letting go.  It felt fantastic; even
better than the day before because now I knew it was alright and that it
was mine.

As I was closest to the aisle, I was afraid of being seen---though I knew
no one could---I just couldn't get my fly open enough to show him my hard
on.  He got my zipper down by couldn't get my rod free.  It was being held
by the tightness of my jocky shorts.  He was able to get his large hand
almost all the way around it. I still had mine around his, stroking it up
and down.  This was SOOOO exciting.  I just loved doing that. Then, like so
many times before, in our very short affair, we were interrupted by the
call that this was Larry's stop.

We bolted to attention and could hardly get things back together and I was
thinking that we'd just have to make it down the aisle, showing off our
cocks but fortunately the car in front of us was turning and we had to wait
to pull to the curb.  We were able to get things back in place.  As the
door opened and we jumped off the drive said,

"Have a great day."

"OH NO, it's gonna be a FANTASTIC day!" was my loud reply.

I raced ahead toward his house, but he was able to catch me at the steps to
his front porch and we stumbled up, giggling like little children---which
we weren't any more.

His mom was prepared for my stay and had cookies and milk out for us in the
kitchen.  We chatted for a few minutes, chowing down the milk and cookies.

(Another interesting thing about those days: there wasn't a lot of pop or
soda around.  A can of Coke was a special thing. The common family drink
was milk or lemonade."

His mom laid out the schedule: It was 3:30.  We'd have dinner when his dad
got home around 6; there was a basket ball game on T.V. that his uncle was
coming over to see and she was going to one of her club meetings. Larry's
bed was made up and there was a blow-up sleeping mattress for me on the
floor.

"Is there anything special you'd like for breakfast? I can hardly get Larry
to eat anything more than a bowl of cereal," was her concluding remark.

"Everything sound wonderful, Mrs..... No, I just have cereal in the morning
also.  Thanks again for having me.  I'm sure we'll finish Larry's project
tonight."

"Please, don't keep thanking me.  It's our pleasure.  You seem to be the
nicest boy----she hesitated----and then added, friend, that Larry
has. You'll always be welcome here---day OR night."

"We both had Cheshire cat grins on our faces as we picked up on the
boy---friend and--- night--- connection.

When the last cookie had been consumed we headed to his room, opening our
shirts and zipping open our flies as we went.  In seconds, even before the
door was completely closed, we were in each others arms, just squeezing one
another.  I took off his shirt; he took off mine.We each jumped outta our
jeans.

"How come, ya, don't wear under pants?"

"Not sure.  Never have---except when it's time to go to the doctors' for a
check up.  My dad doesn't wear them either.  Being in construction, he says
he had to wear a jock strap and support and thus shorts just aren't
necessary.  I think I only have two pair of under pants and one is almost
too small."

"That's way cool.  Gotta tell my mom about that.  I'd like not to have to
wear shorts.  I'd love to go around free like you," I said, looking at his
cock and balls.

"Tell her you'd prefer the jock strap thing for running and for baseball.
It's safer and more comfortable and then, when you feel like it, ya just
slip outta the strap and slip it in you pocket.  That little extra bulge
makes it look like you're `packing' and I think, drives some guys nuts,"
was Larry's suggestion.

"So that's what ya do and why I've always admired you----the few times I
had enough courage to actually look, stare at you,"

We headed toward his bed, with our arms around each other's waist. The
kissing thing was as good as usual but this time he started to explore
other areas of my, our, bodies.  He kissed, sucked on my nipples which felt
strange but nothing happened but when I kissed his, he went wild. So did
the same thing to the other tit and I thought he'd done to me, I sucked on
it.  As little as it was, I was able to get my lips around it and pull it
forward, outward a little and his fingers dug into my back, forcing my
body, face, closer to him.  His cock was rock hard and forcing its way
between my legs.

We kissed and kissed; our bodies becoming more and more sensitive to each
other and in a little while we were, again, covered in perspiration. But
this time, rather than licking it off, we just took a breather to enjoy the
situation.  We leaned back against the wall; spread our legs across the
width of the twin bed, showing our hard ons.  He was flicking it down so it
would spring back, making a slapping sound against his stomach.

Mine wasn't quite that ridged.  I reached around, grabbed my balls and
brought them around my cock.  Being able to get my hand around my nut sack,
I was able to force them forward and they looked like giant plumbs covered
in a thin sack of vainy skin.  Neither of us had much hair or at least what
we did have was the color of our bodies so it didn't look like much.

Larry reached for mine and I dropped my balls and reached for his.  Almost
in unison we began to jack each other off.  It felt great, having control
of someone else's cock and some one else having control of mine. As much as
I was enjoying it, and I really was, I was aware that I couldn't or
wouldn't get off this way.  You have an internal clock or sense that tells
you, you are about to shoot and you either pick up the pace and shoot or
you slow down your strokes so it will last longer.  I later learned you can
do this a dozen times and it really pisses' off your balls `cause they are
soooo ready to prove themselves ready for the task.  On such solo trips, it
really does work and the amount and power of the shooting is amazing.

This was all beginning to seem so natural, right, to me yet I was amazed
that this had all taken place in two or three days.  What I had been wanted
to have happen but had been denied all these years simply fell into place
as naturally, comfortably, lovingly as possible.  May be I'd just been
trying to hard; maybe I was too aggressive or racked with fear.  Just
loosen up. Be yourself; and things will come your way.

It was because of such feelings that I never even thought of `asking' if I
could suck his dick, I just bent over, released my grip on it and took it
into my mouth.  This was the reverse of the kissing thing.  I was so
su-prised I just let him do it.  Now I was the aggressor.  I was sooo
hungry for the feel, taste, of cock and cum that I just did it.  I stumbled
badly not knowing exactly what to do.

I just remember that it was a lot larger than I though.  I assumed you just
swallowed it but as it filled your mouth, your natural reaction was to gag
and spit it did, but I never lost control of his cock.

I began to furiously pump my head up and down.  It tasted sweeter than I
thought.  While it didn't sting as though he'd put cologne on it, it tasted
like his cheek smelled yesterday.  I didn't realize what I was doing but I
did, somehow, get my tongue between his foreskin and cock head.  I slurped
away for a few minutes, thinking to my self:

`So this is what I've been waiting for.  This is good. This is fun.  I can
do this for a long time and again and again.  I doooo like sucking cock!'

Larry was very patient with me, but enough was enough.  He lifted my head
from his cock and began to kiss me on my lips, trying to suck non existent
cum from my mouth.  I just let him have his way with me. He'd just allowed
me suckin' privileges and I was grateful.

Without saying a word, his body language was, `Now it's my turn!'

I dropped back, lying flat on the mattress.  Sitting beside me, I watched
his beautiful face and full head of hair drop over my cock but he didn't
impale it as I'd done.  He grabbed it at the base with a couple of his
fingers, allowing about 4 inches of it to stand free and then he began to
kiss it up and down as he'd done on my body.  I didn't feel much but it was
fun just seeing him work.  When he got to the top of the pole, he also
pushed up a lot of skin and it covered my cock head.  He formed his tongue
into a spade and dug his way into the mass of skin he'd pulled up and over
my cock head.  I could feel my skin wrapping its way around his tongue.

Then he pulled or allowed the skin to drop back to its normal position and
I could see and feel the tip of his tongue forcing its way into my piss
hole.  That was interesting, but nothing special happened. That's when I
felt the weight of his whole head plummet to my groin.  Like a vacuum, he'd
completely sucked up my whole cock and his mouth closed tightly around it,
I felt that strangling sensation.  What was he doing to my precious cock?
It all felt soooo warm---no HOT---and as the sucking action to place it got
hotter and wetter.  Some how he was moving things up and down, in and out,
but his head was barely moving.  It was all done with just the sucking
motion.

This was WWAAYYYY better than anything I'd imagined.

He released his slight hold his fingers had and now his head was bobbing up
and down as mine had done but this was much slower, more deliberate and not
as anxious.  I jerked once when his teeth scrapped my dick and he didn't do
that again.

OOOHHHH this was fun.  This was fantastic.  It was way more than I'd ever
expected it to be.

 `Suck on; Suck on and on and on.... Larry....don't stop........please
don't ever stop.'

But then he did just that.  I wasn't ready to shoot but he just stopped,
tilted his face toward me with a huge smile on his face, even with my dick
still in his mouth.

"OH you are good.  I love the taste and feel of your precious dick. I want
to suck it all night long," was Larry's announcement

"WEEEELLLL, please do it.  Suck my fuckin' cock!"

"OH I will but I'd like to try it in a different position," he said,
slipping off the side of the bed.

I didn't think the position made any difference; a cock in the mouth is a
cock in your mouth.

"Stand up in front of me; spread your legs apart, slightly.  Put your hands
on my head and by bending your legs, lean back slightly."

I did precisely what he said and he sucked my whole cock into his very
moist, hot, mouth.  There wasn't as much playing around this time; he got
right to the task of vacuum sucking my cock.  Slowly, but firmly, his head
was bouncing on and off my pole.  I was really enjoying this new position
and felt like I was contributing something more than just the potential cum
I would deliver.  With my hands in his thick, dark, hair were assisting
him.  I was feeling not only the warmth of his mouth but the texture of his
tongue and lips.

As I got more and more into the act, it was as though his mouth was my hand
and I could now control, anticipate, my cuming.  I forgot where we were and
just shouted,

"OH yea, Oh yea, here it comes....."

His head stopped in mid stroke, at the end of my blistering cock and my
nuts knotted up and I began to shoot my teenage load of cum into his mouth.
I thought he'd gulp is down but he seemed to be waiting for the rest of it
or all I was gonna give him.  Then I did hear that loud GULP,.....and my
precious load of cum was consumed by another body for the first time in my
life.  As the trickle, last pulse of my dick, came to an end, I felt weak
and then grabbed for the edge of the mattress, and fell into it, pulling my
dick from his mouth with a pop.

He covered my body, half on and half off the mattress with his panting body
and he began to kiss me in appreciation.  I'd tasted my own cum lots of
times but never from another guys mouth.  Kissing my own cum was one thing
but I really wanted to taste his and now that I knew how to do it
correctly, I was anxious to get to it.

We were interrupted by the call from his mother that dinner would be ready
in 15 minutes.

                             + + +

This scenario is pure fiction but it is based upon some of a gay man's real
life experiences-fantasies.  Be forewarned that it includes:

 w/s, teen sex, consensual incest and spanking.

IT IS NOT INTENDED FOR ANYONE UNDER THE AGE OF 18.

It is also not to be copied or duplicated for distribution to others.

Nifty.org has gone to great expense to offer it to you for your own
enjoyment.  Contribute to them if it gives you as much pleasure as it has
me.  Author: Hugh Sacks.....hughsacks@hotmail.com


Chapter Four

The meal was even better than the last time.  There was much more of
everything.  I think there background was Italian.  The meal certainly was.
It was spicier than anything in our English/Bohemian family.  His father
talked about the problem he'd had on the job site that day. He was a
foreman for a construction crew.  They either tore buildings down or they
were re-constructing them.  He had several men working under him.  He was a
very nice looking, all-be-it a much rougher looking man than my dad. It was
clear that he and Larry had a much better, closer, relationship than my dad
and I.  Larry asked him questions and his dad answered them.  That never
happened in my house.  The only time we ever ate together was on Sundays,
after church, and on holidays when there were tons of relatives around.

The uncle who was coming over, Lou, was Mrs. Marino younger brother. He was
a high school teacher, I coach I think, thus his interest in basketball. I
think he was single, a bachelor and every one was trying to find him that
perfect girl.  At least, that's what I could make out from the suggestions
his mother made and the snickers Larry made.

Lou, arrived early, just as we were having desert and he joined us at the
dinner table.  He was much younger than Mrs. Marino. He looked like he
could be Larry's older brother.  To me, he looked like he was in his early
20's but he was almost 30.  I guess Larry's dad was about 40.

Lou was very interested in the re-enactment project and asked to see it.
After desert we showed it to him in Larry's bedroom but as impressed as he
was with what we'd accomplished, he was more interested in the air mattress
and that I was staying the night. As I was showing him what else we had to
do on the project, I looked up and Lou was standing next to Larry with his
arm around Larry's neck and hanging over his shoulder.  As a teacher, he
gave us suggestions that would improve or finish off the project.

"Well done, boys.  Thanks for showing it to me.  Gotta get down to the
game.  Are you joining us?"

"Guess so.  We've got one more thing to finish and then we'll join you,"
Larry said with another one of his Cheshire grins on his face.

The minute the door closed we chucked the board under the bed and ripped
off our pants.  We didn't bother to take time to get out of our shirts.  I
dropped to my knees with my face directly in front of Larry's cock `n
balls. (again, I think of this now but then it all felt so right, so
comfortable and easy.  I should have asked permission or approval.)

His cock just hung there.  It was a good 6 or 7 inches long and a little
thicker than mine.  It smelled fantastic.  I'd never considered what
another guys cock would smell or taste like.  I just wanted to suck the cum
outta it.  It smell like the perspiration we'd licked off the other day; it
had a rich, sweet-sour smell.  Being soft it easily filled my mouth and it
felt a little like the Italian sausage we'd just had for dinner.  It was
about the same thickness and solidness.  As I sucked away on it, it did, in
fact, become an Italian sausage but I was able to do what Larry had
done----get my tongue `tween the outer skin and the inner cock head.

Larry had both of his hands on my head and was holding it in place as he
began to gyrate his hips and force, feed me, his sausage.  I was trying to
duplicate the vacuum sucking thing that he'd done but found that that was
gonna take a little more practice.  Not being able to do that part, I just
clamped down on his rod and let him do the work. At times he was really
shoving it in hard and fast and when he was to close to cuming, he back off
and just gently slide it in.  That's when my sucking was the most
successful and that's when I felt the most successful.  He stopped and
re-started the act several more times until he too, let out a wail that I'm
sure they heard downstairs.

"HERE IT COMES,....Take it aaallll, bitch"

His cock was deep into my mouth and I felt his first volley going right
into my throat.  As I pulled back the next couple filled my mouth and I got
the very first taste of another man's juice.  It was fantastic.  Much
richer, thicker, than mine and there was a lot more of it.

For what ever reason, I didn't immediately swallow away.  I might have been
hoping to have him suck it back.  I was weak with excitement and the thrill
of accomplishment so I just sat there on my crossed legs in front of his
magnificent body.  He slid his hands under my arm pits and drew me up to
his mouth. With his arms now squeezing me tightly, he began to suck back
his cum.  I let him have it all.  My head was still spinning from the
delivery, the process, and now the retrieval.  While he sucked away, my
breathing slowly returned to normal and I found myself hugging him as hard,
trying to show my gratitude for having accomplished the thing that I'd been
trying to do for years.

We flopped back to the mattress, falling into each others arms, in silent
communion of what we'd just done to and for each other. Interestingly,
neither of us said `thanks'; we were just smiling and sighing.

                                  + +

Larry was the first to break that communion.

"We'd better make an appearance downstairs.  Watch a bit of the game to
show some interest but then we can get back here, take a shower, and get to
bed.

Guess Larry had been part of this scene before `cause as we went through
the kitchen, he pulled a couple of beers from the frig and pops for us.
The guys were well into the game and appreciated the brews.  They were
intent on watching the game and just casually asked how the project was
going.  We just as casually said `fine.'

With all the shouting and banter that was going on, there was also a lot of
smacking of hands, high in the air and jabs to the biceps.  Yes, they were
Italians and much more animated than anything I'd ever experienc-ed. We
watched the end of that quarter and then said we were going up to bed.  We
exchanged `good-nights' and that was that.

We returned to his room and stripped again; this time completely.  It was
the first time we'd seen each other this close up, completely naked, from
all sides.  I was flirting with him by spinning around, acting silly,
showing him my ass.  He returned the favor, only he bent over and spread
his cheeks with his hands, showing me his ass hole.  When he stood up, his
cheeks closed and his hole was gone.

"Do that again."

"What?"

"I wanna see your asshole again.  I've never seen one.  Is it really that
brown?"

He eagerly did what I'd asked.  He bent over and spread his cheeks as far
apart as they'd go and that even opened his hole so that I could see inside
his body, if only by half and inch.  It was simply amazing to me.

"I'd felt around there, when wiping my ass and it felt good.  I've even
stuck my finger in there and that feels good also but I'd never known
exactly what it looked like.  This is amazing."

"Well, show me yours," he said, turning me around.  He never indicated that
he'd seen one before.

I squatted and pulled mine as far apart as I could, hoping mine looked as
good as his.  He didn't say.  He just wet his fingers and rubbed them
across my hole, the same way I did.  It felt good to have someone else do
it also.

"Let's get into the shower."

We were so comfortable with each other that we never considered that we
were in the hallway, naked.  It didn't bother either of us.  Back then,
there were no separate showers; they were all part of the bathtub, behind a
plastic curtain what was drawn.  Ya just had to be sure that it was inside
the tub or you'd have a hell-of-a-mess to clean up when you got out.  I'd
never showered with anyone before, certainly not in the same tub.  When I
had to, the school showers, with guys standing maybe three feet apart,
where all very fast, being sure not to look at the guys next to you.

I thought he would have turned on the water but instead he himmed and
hawed, trying to say something.  I could tell his uneasiness.

"What da ya want....?"  I was going to finish with, ....me to do?

"I'm not sure how to ask this; I don't want to ruin all that we'd just
accomplished but I have a very special interest that I've been wanting to
do with a guy for years and years and the only time I asked someone to do
it, I got knocked to the ground and kicked in the groin."

"I promise I won't hit you or lick you.  What do ya want to do?"

Again there was a very long pause.  I was almost going to ask it again when
he said,

"I'd like you to...... peeeeeee..... on me.  I do it all the time and love
it.  I just want to feel someone else pissing all over me............Ya
don't have to do it if ya......... don't want to."

"Hell, that's easy.  I've pissed all over myself lots of times.  In fact
the last time we were together, I got so turned on that when I got home I
jacked off and cum shot every where.  When I took a shower to clean up the
mess, I just leaned back and sent piss everywhere also."

He stepped to one end of the tub, under the shower, and I stepped to the
round end, playing with my dick.

"Ready?"  and by pinching my cock head, I was able to send forceful shots
of piss up and down his body.  As I did, he smeared it all over his arms
and face.

It was a very long piss as I hadn't gone all day long and we just had yet
another can of pop.  It felt good, relieving myself and the aroma, inside
that tub, with the curtain drawn, was heavenly.

There was no further communication.  He just started pissing all over me
and I too, smeared it over the rest of my body.  His smelled much richer
than mine but that may just have been `cause his was different, new, to my
sense of smell.  I remember how warm it felt. I knew we'd be going this
again and again.

He turned the shower on and we had a great time lathering up and washing,
mostly our private parts.  When he got to my ass, with his soapy hands he
whispered,

"Ready?"

For what, I couldn't imagine, but when I felt his finger slip into my ass I
knew for what.  It felt great and the surprise felt even nicer.  The only
thing I had to do was find his hole and return the favor.  But he was ready
and waiting.  He bent over as much as he could in the shower offering me
his hole.  I suck my soapy finger into his ass and he groaned approval,
appreciation. We finished showering, got out and dried ourselves off.

In the hallway, he whispered that he was sure the game was over and that we
just might be able to see something most interesting.  I could see how he
was tip-toeing to the head of the stairs.  He got down on his hands and
knees and was peaking through the banisters.  He nodded yes, got up and
motioned for me to do the same thing, putting his finger across his lips,
meaning to be quiet.

I didn't know what I was suppose to see but then I noticed movement coming
from the living room where the T.V. was still sending waves of light across
two bodies.  One was leaning over the sofa the guys were sitting on while
watching the game and the other naked body was humping over it.  The only
other time I'd seen anything like that was when one dog was fucking the
other.  These bodies were fucking one another.  I didn't want to get
up---leave the position until I could see who they were but Larry licked my
feet and signaled for me to follow him back to his room.  I did, silently.

"What the fuck was that all about?," I said before the door was closed.

"That's my uncle fucking my father.  They do it every time he's over and
mom's at her `girl's night out' meetings.  They usually do it in the garage
or in the basement.  I saw them down there once when I went to retrieve my
wallet that had just dropped from my bedroom window. I was wondering why
the lights were on and I peaked through the small basement window and dad
was pinned over the ping pong table and my uncle was sticking his cock up
my dad's ass.  I wonder if dad gets to fuck Uncle Louie?"

This whole experience was going sooo fast----at lightning speed--- and I
didn't know what to make of it.  I knew it has everything to do with sex
and I knew it was called fucking but no one every said how it was done and
in those days there certainly weren't any magazines to show you how it was
done.  Today such things are all over the place and even in R rated movies,
there is very little left to the imagination.  Any kid would have to be
really stupid not to know what was going on.

We put the sheets on the air mattress but I crawled into bed with Larry and
said,

"Wanna fuck me? I'd like to try it......."

"HOLY SHIT, ya.  I'd love to fuck you.  I've never fucked any one before
and really want to see what it's like.  Ya really gonna let me fuck you?"

"YEA, sure.  I want to do anything and everything with you.  Don't know
what to do or how to do it but we can certainly try.  Will you let me fuck
you then?"

"Of course!"

"Do what dad did. Bend over the side of the mattress."

I did and he stood behind me, making his cock get hard.  That was an easy
task; mine already was and was rubbing against the edge of the mattress.
He had a hard time finding my hole and once he got there, his cock simply
wouldn't go in.  He spat on his fingers and felt around for my hole.  The
lights were off so it was fairly dark; only the light coming from the
hallway under the door.  That made it seem mysterious, romantic.

He spat again and got more moisture into my ass.  This try was more
successful and I could feel my hole being stretched.  It really felt
strange.  It's one thing to really have to crap and force your hole to open
enough to get it all out but that's very moist and it's coming from the
inside out.  He was forcing his rod from the outside in.  It tool several
tries but gradually I felt bloated as though there was a balloon in my ass
and someone was blowing it up further and further.

I winced at the pain and he knew it. He'd felt it also and sadly stopped.
When he withdrew I thought that was it.  Fucking ain't much fun.  But then
he came back with the moisturizer he used on his hands and he spread that
on his cock and into my recognizable hole and sure enough that did the
trick.  My asshole had already been stretched and knew some thing about
what was coming but with the lubricating power of the hand cream, Larry's
cock went into my ass as sweet and clean as possible.  In a stroke or two
he was pumping away just as he'd seen his Uncle do.  It was getting warmer
and warmer and felt fantastic.  He could do that all night but I was
anxious to get into the act.

I REALLY WANTED TO FUCK HIM.

I kind of stood up, suggesting that it was now my turn.  He understood and
pulled out and turned me around.  He moistened his ass and I moistened my
throbbing rod.  He stretched over the side of the mattress and when I'd
found his hole---which was easier now that we knew what we were looking
for---and with two shoves I was into to him, up to my balls.  While the
ring around the entrance of his ass was tight and firm--it felt like a
rubber band around my cock---the inside of his body was more like the
inside of my mouth; it was all soft, warm, and sloppy.

I pumped away for quite a while.  We were both beginning to breathe harder
and harder, in anticipation of what, we didn't know.  We had already shot
our load of cum and didn't know anything about the recovery time.  I was 14
and Larry was 15 and had very little knowledge as to what and why things
worked the way they did. It was all experimental and self discovery.

Our first attempt at fucking was just that, self-discovery; It was fun and
we knew we'd be going that again as well.  As we separated and climbed into
be we were both thinking of all the wonderful things we'd discovered about
each other and how much fun we were gonna have developing out skills.

We kissed one another good night, cuddling together, warm and naked.  I'd
never given it a thought but what would happen if either of his parents had
come in to check us out or say good night and discover us in bed with one
another. That didn't happen so we'll never know.

The interesting thing was that we each woke up very early the next morning
and were anxious to start all over again.  We each chose the fucking part
and quickly got ourselves lathered up.  This time we stayed in bed and
Larry began by shoving his hardon into my ass and quickly pumped away.
This was much more fun and he was doing it with much more confidence.  It
felt much hotter to me and I certainly was enjoying myself.  I like getting
fucked; I liked it a lot !!!!!

Then the most wonderful thing happened.  He said,

"HOLY SHIT, I think I'm gonna cum.  I'M GONNA SHOOT MY CUM INTO YOUR ASS
TAKE ITAAALL YOU FUCKING SONE OF A BITHC


He did. I could feel his rod expanding and contracting.  I couldn't feel
anything entering my ass as I could when he shot into my mouth but I sure
could feel his pulsating rod as it delivered the same amount into my ass.

He collapsed in spent excitement and I slid out from under him as I wanted
my turn.  He was just as eager to get fucked and I was to fuck him.  We
lathered up all over again and while my cock wasn't quite as hard as it had
been, it was still firm enough to gently enter his ass. It was almost as
though he was sucking my cock into his body.

Being only the second time I'd ever done this, the whole motion, rhythm
thing was very awkward, clumsy but the sense of being this sexually alive
was fantastic.  I fucked away for a long time, slowing down twice so I
wouldn't cum.  When I finally relented and let it all go, I was counting to
myself as I collapsed over his back------3....4.....5....6....7 and maybe
even 8 shots of my cum, delivered into my lovers ass, cunt.

I felt like such a man.  I felt so proud being able to deliver such
pleasure to another human being.  We unplugged our selves and just kissed
and kissed and kissed until we heard his mother tap on our door, saying
that she was making breakfast and that we should arise and shine.

BOY did we RISE and SHINE !


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me.  Author: Hugh Sacks.....hughsacks@hotmail.com


Chapter Five


That was my first fuck; hundreds have followed.

What's about to happen is the finding out about Larry's dad and Uncle's
`incest' club and how we became part of it.

If all of this wasn't stimulating enough in one sleep over, there was one
more event that would re-re-redirect my whole life:

We'd already showered together so we knew what that was like and now we
were on somewhat of a tight schedule, having to get ready for the school
bus so as Larry turned on the water, I squatted down at the end of the tub
and when he turned around and saw me, he said, in a surprised buy very
pleased voice,

"Ya want my piss, do ya?"

I just beamed with anticipation at his being able to sense my desires.

At the water was ricocheted off his back, he aimed, and made a direct hit
into my gapping mouth.  It was very hot, rich, and smelly.  I just gulped
and gulped.  While I'd tasted and even swallowed some of mine, I was not
consuming quantities I would have previously been concerned about but this
was Larry and with everything he'd taught me, I just knew he, we, could do
nothing wrong.

When he finally finished, even to the point of shaking off the last few
drops, I stood up to offer mine but he ran his hands through his hair and
said,

"If I do that, we'll be here for an hour and we're late as it is," and he
pulled the curtain back and stepped out, leaving me to rinse my self off.

We quickly got dressed only this time I deliberately did not put underpants
on.  I could feel the pleasure of that, of being completely free and having
the coarseness of the denim rubbing against my dick as we raced down the
stairs to our waiting breakfast.  In my house, it was everyone for them
selves and I often grabbed a piece of fruit, running out of the house.
This was a sit down and eat, breakfast.

As we ran outta the house, I again thanked Mrs.... for `the night---it was
great'.

"You're welcome.....come back again...."

"OH I will.....you can be sure of that !"

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We wanted to sit in back but there were already a couple of guys there and
had to sit way up in front. Thus, our conversation had to be very general
and it was; primarily about how he was going to get his project to
school---certainly not on the bus.

We were both savvy enough to keep our true relationship very cool and I
mean that in the temperature sense and not in the joyous one.  We both
referred to the one guy who was in drama and acted so feminine, swishing
his hips and swinging his arms.  None of the `guys' wanted to have anything
to do with him.  And that's just the way it worked.  Larry maintained his
group of friends, which were many, and I wasn't comfortable with them or
they with me and I stuck to my other only friend, John, from Scouts.

          (Larry and I get VERY involved in a few pages.)

Going back to John and the dare to get it up and jack off in front of
another guy: At the next meeting, after camp, I felt comfortable enough to
bring the subject back up but in such a way that if he took it the wrong
way and pegged me as being a pervert, I'd be able to laugh it off by
saying, `I was just kidding'.

"Gotten it off lately, John?"

He knew exactly what I was referring to and said with an excited smile,
knowing that I hadn't forgotten the challenge,

"OH yea.....and how about you?  I really wanna see how big yours is."

I was soooo excited, pleased.  I'd tried this several times and had always
run into a brick wall, and as I said, really took heat for pursuing one
time.  I went back into my closet and locked the door.  But I was still
very suspicious, careful, about doing anything with him while at Scouts.
THE last thing I wanted was to be kicked outta Scouting.

"Any time you're ready....but NOT around Scout meetings."

"OK.....ya can come to my house or I'll come to yours."

That was easier said than done. We lived in different directions and there
was an express way (then it was known as a 6 lane highway) to cross.  It
took us several tried but either there wasn't enough privacy at one of our
homes or we had to do something with our parents.

The event took place when we were working on a badge and had to build a
`Victory Garden'.  They had land around their house. Ours house was on a
very small, city lot.  Victory Gardens were small plots of land where city
folk grew food for their own use so that the farmers crops could be sent
over seas to feed out troops.  Mom had driven me over with my bike in the
trunk of the car.  She had a lot of other things to do and would leave me
at Johns for the whole day.

First things first. While we were in the basement, getting shovels and
rakes, John wanted to fool around but I knew if we got started we'd not get
our garden started.  He was disappointed but finally agreed. That really
helped the whole situation.  We worked much faster, accomplished a lot in a
very short time and built up quite a sweat, drinking lots of water.

After a couple of such productive hours, we headed to the house for
something to eat.  His mother was also gone but she left our lunch on the
kitchen table and we were able to talk, plan, as we ate.  We'd started out
in the basement but that was dark and dirty.  We headed up to his bedroom
so he could show me the `dirty' magazines that his older brother and I
think even dad had stashed away.  He showed me how to carefully take them
out and put them back so no one would know they'd been touched.  He was
quite a detective.

Again, back then magazines were the only way of transmitting such
prohibited material.  There were no tapes, C.D's.  There were movies but
they required a movie projector and screen so that took a lot of setting up
and they were very expensive.  Even my dad or Uncle Lou couldn't afford
them.  And these magazines were pure vanilla by today's standards BUT they
really got John and I off. It was the guys, with their hot, tight, bodies
that he kept pointing to so I knew he was as interested in guys and not
gals, as I was.

Someone had smeared the ink to make it look like ya could see how big the
cocks were under their shorts.  Nothing was shown as a full blown hard on;
just a lot of suggestive poses but they were enough.  We both had boners
without even jackin' off.  We put them all back, carefully.

"Who's gonna go first?" he said, eagerly.

"I don't care. But first I wanna suck on your dick." And I dropped to my
knees right in front of him.

Without asking or waiting for him to offer, I just put my hand around his
shaft and pulled it to my mouth.  He not only didn't resist or hesitate, he
actually shoved it into my mouth.  I'd pulled my hand away just in time.

His cock was sooo much longer than mine that it hit the back of my mouth in
one jab.  The only think that made that possible or comfortable was that it
wasn't any thicker than mine or Larry's.  That's what also made it look so
much longer.  It was probably an inch and a quarter thick.  He was
circumcised.  His nut sack was almost as long as his dick.  With my limited
experience, his balls were the same size and length as mine and that made
me feel good.

I was clumsy and inexperienced but so anxious that I just plow-ed ahead
suckin' my heart out, expecting cum to shoot into my mouth as quickly as
the piss I'd experienced.  Apparently, John had much more experience and
was able to hold back, enjoying the act, the sensation of my hot mouth on
his ridged rod.

He had his hands on my head and his hips were pumping away as though he was
on a bike, peddling toward the finish line. It worked. Before I was ready,
he started shooting cum into my mouth.  It was so rich and thick that I
could actually feel it building up on my tongue.  I was swallowing it all
down as quickly as he could deliver.  Brother, did I have something to
measure up to.  I didn't think I was gonna be able to do it.  What I
thought of later was that he didn't make much noise or sounds of
achievement; he just held my head still, shot a few volleys of cum into me,
pumped a few more times a little easier and then shot some more.  I think
by the third time he just let his cock rest on my tongue while he continued
to `piss' cum into my body.

"WOW, that was hot.....How'd you learn to do that?"

"OH, I've done it a couple of times.  I saw these guys doin' it in the
forest preserves and when they caught me watching, they pinned me to a tree
and tore off my pants.  When they saw my `whopper' they fought over who and
how they were gonna suck it off.

"I was as interested as they were, and just let them have their way. They
were both impressed that I had enough to satisfy them both. In that one
session I learned a lot.  They were very good teachers---in fact I wonder
if they weren't teachers. They talked like teachers, giving advice and
direction.

"Suck `im harder, harder, deeper....make `im come."

"Leave some for me; it's my turn.  I wanna blow the kids load"

While one was powerfully suckin' my dick the other guy forced me against
the rough tree bark and began kissin' my lips.  I tried to turn away but it
was no use.  He was much bigger, stronger, than even his partner and I just
had to give in.

I jumped in with, "D'ja like being kissed....?"

"Yea,....after it was all over, I felt his limps on mine more than their
mouths on my dick.  I'd like to learn how to do that."

"Great.....so would l... think about it all the time but how do you find
anyone you can kiss.....?"

"You're the only one that's sucked my cock since and it feels just as good.
Can I suck yours now?"

I stood up, licking my lips, trying to retrieve the non existent cum. And
before he could get down on his knees, I moved forward and kissed him on
the lips.  He wasn't expecting it but he sure was ready.

His arms wrapped around my body and my hands slid up his back. He puckered
his lips and I covered them with mine and just sucked, licked, away.  I
forced my tongue into his mouth and he readily responded to my offer.

Then he took over as the kisser and began to kiss my cheeks and face. It
was very slimy but hot.  When our mouths crossed each other again we were
both ready for some serious probing, slurping, and kissing. We were locked
together as long as we had been when I was suckin' his cock.  I was amazed
at how much moisture our mouths could produce and how tasty it was.  Much
different than cum but still there was this distinct, solid, taste of
another guys' fluids.  If only we could produce that taste in the quantity
of piss and cum.

It was now his turn to suck me.  He positioned me on my back on his bed and
crawled between my legs which he held up in the air.  It felt so strange
but soooo sexy.....as though I was waving my arms saying, `Look, here it
is....TAKE it...... TAKE ALL OF ME'.

His arms came between my legs also and my legs just naturally wrapped
around his chest.  One hand grabbed my projected cock and the other my
balls.  He was pullin' them apart and it felt fantastic...havin' someone
else's hands on your private parts.  His face dropped and covered my cock
in one move.  All I could see was the back of his blond, curly, hair but I
sure could feel the warmth and wetness of his mouth around my cock.  Then
his head started bobbing up and down and he began to suck away in earnest.

When I felt that urge and knew I was about to shoot, I put my hand on his
head and he knew the silent command.... `hold off a moment.......I wanna'
enjoy this."

He did, but just for a moment.  He was intent on getting my cum; all of it.
And within a few more stokes, sucks, I began to quiver and yellllll.

"OH fucin' yea.... I'm gonna shoooot....here it COMES....take it
all....take my fuckin' cum.  OH YEA.....OH YEA....."

And then I collapsed. My legs fell from his back, my arms from his head
lying across the width of his bed; I was breathing heavily.  There was a
long silence as we both reveled at what we'd just accomplished.

Quick sucks in a john are OK but real love making has to be done on a
mattress, in private, and with patience.

Don't know what we talked about exactly but I do remember thinking that his
guy isn't `slow' as every one refers to him as.  He quite smart.  He knows
what he's doing and how to get what he wants. I came to realize later,
during other Scouting projects, that he was just shy and afraid of doing
something wrong.  He hated making mistakes and between the two of us we
accomplished most of our merit badges. He showed me how to do things; I
built up his pride and encouraged him every step of the way.  His mom was
eternally grateful for all I'd been to him as she knew what the problem was
but just didn't know how to solve it.  Sex, Sex mom.....all he was really
lookin' for was the opportunity and place to experience sex.

We were so hot for each other that we just forced the issue and planted
even a larger garden to take care of.  Sat's and Sun's that summer were
spent at his house, caring for and nurturing all these new plantings. We
weren't always able to use his bedroom but we always found someplace to get
it off: the basement, the ATTIC or even once right there in the garden,
between the tall corn that was ready for harvest.  That was really
fun. Naked on the moist earth, suckin', fuckin', and feeling and hearing
the stalks of corn rustle in the late evening as we fucked away--almost
daring someone to discover what we were doing.  `FUCK em..we were havin' a
ball.'

There are lots of other things that we did but telling them would take
days.  The one thing that John was able to do, and I've tried as hard as I
can to duplicate it, was his ability to flip his legs over his chest, while
lying on his back and suck his own cock.  I mean actually suck it not just
lick it or shoot into his mouth after jacking off with his hand.

He was able to pump his ass, bend his knees, in a rapid rhythm and shoot
cum directly into his mouth without touching his cock with his hand.  Lots
of times, in our training sessions together, he reward me if I'd done the
best I could, by saving his cum and letting me `kiss' it back into my
mouth.  He was a goooood instructor.  He made me work very hard and long to
get what I really wanted....his massive load of jizm.

But then again, I had something to offer, or demonstrate, that he took
seriously and worked on developing.

While I pissed in my own mouth every morning, before getting outta bed, or
certainly in the shower, he was able to do it directly into his mouth and
never have to worry about spilling it or making a mess of things on his
sheets or cloths.  He found it strange as the first few tastes of urine
were very thin, weak and bitter.  When I showed him how to store it over
night and what to drink before he went to bed to enrich the taste, he
became as much of an addict as I was.

From the quantity he was able to deliver to me, I had to assume it had
something to do with the largeness of his other organs. Without even trying
or saying he was bloated, he could piss a full 8 oz. of the most golden
piss.  We got to the point that when he knew I was coming over, he'd piss
such a quantity into a traveling mug and give it to me after we'd finished
what ever perverted thing we were doing that day.  And I might just as well
add that it did finally get to some very nasty things; all having to do
with sex.  Let your minds run wild......and you'll only be half way there.

We were together for only a year and a half and his mom remarried, quite
well, I'm pleased to add and they moved to a warmer climate. He received
his Eagle Scout award there and asked me come down to see him get it but
that was just when I was graduating from H.S. and couldn't make it.  We
promised to keep in touch and we have, sexually.

                             + + +

That was the reward for staying the course and not giving up; of not being
intimidated by social pressures to be something you're not.
          Live your own life and love living it.

[Now back to Larry and who was getting into the club?]