Date: Wed, 28 Dec 2005 22:23:14 -0500
From: misanthropy.philanthropy@gmail.com
Subject: The Math Teacher (Mmm, gay, incest, oral, anal, ws)

 I first heard the rumor about my math teacher, Mr. Ford, when I
happened to be in the boys' bathroom with another kid in the same
grade named Andrew.

 "Good thing Mr. Ford isn't here," Andrew said suddenly while we stood
in front of the urinals peeing.

 "Why?"

 "He likes to see boys pee."

 "So what?"

 "He likes to play with their dicks too. He's a fag!" Andrew's was
totally serious, almost upset.

 "Oh, a fag! Yeah!"

 We made a few jokes about how we hated fags, then finished peeing,
zipped up and left the bathroom. Back then I was worried about whether
or not I was a fag, but I wasn't about to tell other boys in my grade
about that.

 The next time I heard about Mr. Ford, I was actually naked and
jacking off with another friend of mine from the same school --
Brandon. He was a blond kid with small, twinkling eyes, chubby cheeks,
and a cute little penis that I loved to suck and play with. He was
also very enthusiastic about our little sex games. He seemed to know
as much about gay sex as me, or maybe more.

 It started a few years ago with a game of strip poker, suggested by
Brandon, that ended with a naked and erect Brandon betting his body
against mine. I lost, and so Brandon made me suck him, then he sucked
me, and we 69ed. Since then we tried a lot more, thanks to some gay
porn that we found, mainly fucking, though it was hard to fuck each
other with such small dicks.

 Anyway, Brandon and I were naked and jacking off, and I was getting
ready to lean over and start sucking him, when he suddenly said:

 "Did you hear about Mr. Ford?"

 "That he likes to play with boys' dicks?"

 "Yeah! Did you hear who he did it to?"

 "No, who?"

 "Steven Hanes!"

 Steven Hanes was a big, dumb kid who always had trouble with math. I
could see Mr. Ford taking advantage of Steven because everyone else
did. Steven wasn't handsome or even cute, though.

 "Whoa? How?" I wanted to know.

 "Steven goes over to Mr. Ford's house for tutoring. I heard that Mr.
Ford got him naked and tickled him and sucked his dick!"

 "No shit!"

 We marveled at this for a little while. Our cocks didn't get any
softer because we weren't really repulsed by the idea, just surprised.
Soon the conversation ended and the sex really got started.

 Later, after Brandon and I had both cum (me in his ass, him in my
mouth), I thought about Mr. Ford again. For some reason I wanted to
get some "tutoring" from him. I started making my plan ...

 The next week I told my parents that I needed some math tutoring.
They were fine with that -- anything that had to do with more studying
and better grades, they were all for it. I told them my math teacher
Mr. Ford tutored kids at his house after school and my mom offered to
drive me over there whenever I wanted!

 After dinner I sat in my bedroom looking up gay porn online. It was
easy to find but it was all the male-model stuff that was so easy. You
know, super-muscular dudes looking bored while they suck and fuck. It
was a little harder to find the stuff I really wanted: amateur pics
and videos of teens with older men. There were a few gay incest sites
that had it, so I spent some time on their forums downloading stuff.

 My little brother Cory came in. I didn't try to hide what I was
looking at because Cory had seen it before. In fact, Cory and I had
fooled around many times, ever since he first caught me looking at
straight and gay porn and made me show it to him, and we ended up
acting out some good stuff.

 "What you lookin at, fag?" my brother said.

 "Porn, fag, what does it look like?"

 He watched over my shoulder for a few minutes, then pointed at the screen.

 "Stop, let's see that one ..."

 It was a photo of a teen boy sucking the balls of a man old enough to
be his father. The man had a sexy look of sheer pleasure on his face
and the boy looked wanton and horny. The man was wearing a white
button-up shirt but not pants or underwear. The boy was totally naked.

 "Yeah, that's hot," I said, pulling my hard dick out of my pajamas.
My little brother reached down to grab it.

 "Wanna do it?" he said. For an answer, I reached over and shoved his
pajamas down. His little dick was hard too. I just leaned over and
started sucking him.

 My brother had learned about sex from watching porn, so while I
sucked him he kept saying things like "Oh yeah, suck my cock" and
thrusting his little thing in my mouth even though he couldn't cum
yet. I was always amused by this but I also thought it was really hot.

 Soon we moved to the bed and took off our pajamas bottoms all the way
so we could 69. He laid on top of me like always and thrust his hips
for about five minutes, then basically forgot to thrust because he was
concentrating so hard on sucking my cock.

 It was hard for me to cum in this position so we changed to our
normal finishing position. I sat on the very edge of the bed with my
legs spread while my brother knelt on the floor to suck the cum out of
me. This was a lot better for me and gave me more stimulation, maybe
because I could watch his face as he sucked me and ate my cum.

 This time was no different. I held his head with one hand and grabbed
his shoulder with the other as I flooded his mouth with cum. Well, it
wasn't really a flood, because I was still young. More like a few hot,
short spurts. But he swallowed, like always, and then I laid back and
he sat on my chest so I could suck him some more and play with his
ass. We always did this for about ten or fifteen minutes after I got
off, and either my brother would have a nice dry cum or he would get
too sore for us to continue. Then he put on his pajama bottoms and
went to his own room and bed.

 The next day in school I was nervous and became even more nervous to
the point of agitation in Mr. Ford's class. I kept staring at his
clothed body and wondered what he looked like under there. Was he hot
or not? Was he smooth, slender and hairless like Brandon and my
brother, or was he muscular and hairy like the men in the porn I
looked at?

 After class I was still super nervous, so nervous I couldn't look at
him, but finally I went up and mumbled something about tutoring. I
wasn't looking at his face but I could hear the pleased tone in his
voice. He wrote down his address and number for me and told me to come
by any time.

 For the rest of the week I jacked off to orgasm every night thinking
about Mr. Ford and what might happen. I was so thrilled and scared. I
debated with myself about telling Brandon but I was afraid Brandon
would either be shocked or so excited that he would pressure me to do
it, or worse yet, invite himself to come along. I didn't need that
kind of pressure.

 Finally, on Friday evening, I told my mom about Mr. Ford and our
appointment for tutoring. I gave her the paper with his number and
address on it. She called him and they chatted for a while, then she
said "OK, get your math book and notebook and get in the car."

 I was so nervous that my feet tapped out a fast beat on the floor of
the car all the way over there. My mom kept putting her hand on my
knee and saying "Calm down, what is the matter with you?" and I kept
saying "Uh, nothing."

 Finally we arrived. Mr. Ford lived in a small house on the other side
of town in a nice neighborhood. Mom went inside with me and talked to
Mr. Ford for a long time. He told her to call any time, and she said
just to call her when we were through. I looked around his living room
and saw a big couch, a big TV, a shelf filled with board games, and a
small table with a chess set ready for a game. Through an open doorway
I could see a refrigerator, and on the opposite side of the room was
another doorway that seemed to lead to a hallway.

 Mr. Ford waved goodbye to my mother and turned to me. Shit, I was
more nervous than ever. Mr. Ford was wearing a T-shirt and cargo
shorts that went down to his knees along with sandals.

 "What do you need help with?" he wanted to know.

 "Um ... I dunno ... I guess the stuff we're doing right now, the
fractions and equations and stuff ..." I don't remember exactly what I
said, I'm sure it sounded stupid. I couldn't look him in the face
still.

 I think he sensed right away that something was wrong. He knelt and
held my shoulders. "What's wrong, buddy?" he said. "Your face is all
red."

 I mumbled something and he said "What?"

 I took a deep breath and said that I wanted to learn what Steven did.

 His face went very still then. He stared directly at me, so much that
I had to look away.

 "What do you mean?" he said softly.

 "Um ... "

 "Because all I did was teach Steven math, OK? That's all. Whatever
else you heard is a lie, understand?" He seemed to be getting mad.

 "I'm sorry, I'm sorry," I blubbered. I could feel the tears starting.
I felt humilated and confused.

 Mr. Ford immediately changed his tone. He hugged me tightly to him.
"Oh, no, I'm sorry... I didn't mean to get upset ... here, let's work
on math, OK? Forget I said anything."

 We moved to the couch and I opened my book. Soon we were deep into
the complexities of middle school math and I pretty much forgot why I
had come until Mr. Ford started patting my thigh every time I got a
problem right. After a few minutes he started leaving his hand there
after he would pat me.

 When we finished the chapter his hand was high on my thigh, so high
that his pinkie was brushing my belly. I was so hard with
anticipation. I closed my book, took a deep breath, looked at him and
put my hand on his thigh and squeezed.

 Mr. Ford smiled at me. "Hey ... do you really want to see what I
taught Steven?"

 I nodded.

 "First you have to take off your clothes."

 I stood up and yanked off my shirt. It was harder to get my pants off
because my fingers were shaking from nervousness, but I somehow
managed to open my button fly and shove my pants down to my ankles.
Then I remembered that I still had my shoes on.

 Mr. Ford laughed softly at my predicament. "Here, let me help you,"
he said as he leaned forward. His cheek, rough with stubble, grazed my
erect cock as he untied and removed my shoes one at a time. As he sat
back up he kissed the head of my cock and grinned at me.

 "Now undress me," he said.

 First I removed his sandals and got a good look at his legs. Muscular
like a runner or swimmer and not too much hair. Then I unbuttoned his
shorts and drew them down his legs. A big pointed tent greeted me in
his underwear. My God, his cock seemed so huge! I couldn't wait to see
it.

 "My shirt next," he whispered, leaning over so I could pull his
T-shirt off his torso. His chest had some hair on it, and his
pectorals had some definition, but he wasn't cut like a bodybuilder or
fitness fanatic or anything.

 He took off his glasses and set them on the table next to the couch.
"Now you can take off my underwear."

 I grabbed the sides of his tighty whities. I was shaking, not from
nervousness but from excitement. I slowly drew them off and when his
hard cock popped back up to slap against his stomach, I gasped. Mr.
Ford was clean-shaven down there. His cock and balls were as hairless
as my little brother's. For some reason this was tremendously exciting
to me.

 "Now come sit on my lap," he murmured. I straddled his legs so that
our cocks were touching (a favorite position of mine and Brandon's)
and put my arms around his neck for stability. I looked down at our
two cocks shaft to shaft.

 "That's a beautiful sight, isn't it?" he said. I nodded. Then he
lifted my chin with his finger so we were looking into each others'
eyes.

 "Beautiful boy," he said, then kissed me. I felt his tongue enter my
mouth. At first I thought "Gross! Yuck!" and played along just to seem
experienced, but soon I was enjoying my first full tongue kiss. His
stubble felt wonderful against my chin and cheeks, and his tongue was
so exciting, stabbing in and out of my mouth, probing my gums and
cheeks, licking my teeth.

 I was thrusting against him without noticing until he pointed it out
with a laugh. I laughed too, feeling so comfortable with him as though
we'd been doing this for months.

 "I have a new math lesson for you," Mr. Ford said. "Do you know what 69 is?"

 His eyes widened when I nodded. "Oh wonderful," he said. "Here, why
don't you get on top?"

 He laid back on the couch and I quickly oriented myself correctly and
laid back on his body. He felt so big and warm and muscular beneath me
-- just the complete touch of his body was enough to give me
pre-orgasmic chills. I gazed lovingly at the big man cock in front of
me and only had enough time to grasp it in one hand before I was
overwhelmed with the feeling of Mr. Ford's experienced mouth on my
little cock. Not only did he suck my shaft into his mouth, but my
balls too, and his busy tongue washed my genitals all over as he
sucked at my essence.

 I couldn't help it -- I barked "Uh! UH! UHH!!" as I shot my cum
suddenly into his throat. He sucked me dry, then released my cock and
balls so that I could focus on sucking him.

 There was no way I could take that whole cock into my mouth but I did
my best to try. I sucked that soft helmet as much as I could, up and
down and back and forth, with both hands caressing the shaft and his
hairless ball sack. I loved to stir his nuts while I sucked him and he
seemed to love it too.

 "You're getting hard again," he whispered before taking me back into
his mouth. Not long after, he let my dick pop out long enough to say
"I'm gonna cum, OK?"

 I had cum in my brother's mouth many times, and I had tasted
Brandon's little watery spurts many times too. But I wanted to know
what a man's full load tasted like, so I just nodded and murmured a
muffled "mm hmm" while I kept sucking.

 Sure enough, his body tensed and he hugged me tight right before the
first big shot filled up my whole mouth. I almost choked, and when the
second shot hit my tongue I had to pull away so I could swallow
without gasping or choking. I swallowed quickly while his cock shot
two more burning hot streams of cum across his abdomen, then I took
the head back into my mouth and sucked and swallowed the last few
shots and trickles.

 "Oh, that was so wonderful," Mr. Ford kept repeating as he fondled my
butt and licked my dick and balls.

 We each sucked each other to orgasm a second time, and then Mr. Ford
thought I should call my mom to come get me. "We don't want to spend
too much time tutoring, do we?" he said with a grin as he pulled his
clothes back on. I agreed that my mother might get suspicious.

 "Do you want more tutoring next week?" he asked. I nodded vigorously.

 "OK then, next Friday night. I'll call your mom and let her know."

 While he chatted with her, sounding like a perfectly normal math
teacher who was concerned about a student's performance, I looked
around his living room. A million questions shot through my head. Did
he suck Steven Hanes here on this couch? Does he suck other kids on
this couch? Was he a fag? Did he have sex with grown men or just with
kids like me. Should I bring Brandon next time? Or maybe Mike? Did Mr.
Ford like to fuck too? Did he want to fuck me?

 "You want some water? Coke? Lemonade?" Mr. Ford asked me,
interrupting my mental confusion.

 "Huh? Oh, uh, yeah. Lemonade."

 He stepped into his kitchen and poured us both two tall glasses of
icy cold lemonade. It tasted so great, better than any lemonade I
could remember.

 "Good, huh?" he said, grinning at me. I nodded.

 His eyebrow raised and his grin widened. "I have some other lemonade
you might like ... or maybe you have some for me?"

 I shrugged, confused. What was he talking about?

 Just then Mom's headlights swung into the driveway, filling up the
living room. She honked twice.

 "Maybe next time, eh? I really enjoyed the tutoring, did you?"

 "Yeah."

 "Really?"

 "Yeah, I really did!" I was genuinely enthusiastic.

 "OK, buddy. See you next week."

 He stood in his doorway and waved as I left.

 On the way home I felt like I was floating. My mind was reeling with
images from the night's adventures: Mr. Ford kissing my penis, Mr.
Ford letting me undress him, Mr. Ford's cock in my mouth, Mr. Ford's
cum shooting across his belly, my tongue licking up the mess, Mr. Ford
between my legs sucking me like my brother did with both my hands on
his head guiding him up and down, up and down.

 The images stayed with me throughout the weekend and filled my head
on Monday when I returned to school. Mr. Ford winked at me in the hall
but treated me normally in class, even correcting me when I got a
problem wrong. I understood that it had to be this way, the same way
that Brandon and my brother had to act normally too. No one could know
about this.

 At lunch Brandon asked me what I did over the weekend. I told him I
would tell him later, and then on the spur of the moment I asked him
to spend the night at my house on Saturday night. He said he'd ask his
mom and let me know.

 By Wednesday Brandon had obtained permission. By Thursday my mom had
already set up my new "tutoring" appointment.

 On Friday I was burning with expectation. I even asked if one of my
parents would drive me over there early. Mom refused and said
something like "Your appointment is at six and that's when I'll take
you. Mr. Ford probably has things to do with his weekend besides
tutoring!" I almost laughed out loud.

 Finally the drive came. Mr. Ford was again the perfect math teacher,
polite and concerned and deferential. As soon as my mom's car was gone
he turned to me and said, "You know, you're pretty good at math."

 "Yeah, I am."

 "So you don't really need any math tutoring."

 I blushed. "Nah."

 "Well then," he said with a grin, unbuttoning his shorts and letting
them slide to the floor, revealing a huge bulge in his underwear, "how
would you like the other kind of tutoring?"

 "Sex tutoring?" I said?

 "Yeah. You can start by taking off my underwear and sucking my penis."

 I did. It was great just like last time, but Mr. Ford stopped me
after several minutes.

 "That's great. You're so wonderful, so eager. Take off all your
clothes now, I want to show you something new."

 We both got completely naked and caressed each other's erections for
a moment before Mr. Ford took me down the hall to his bedroom. It was
small but dominated by a queen-size bed with a white comforter. A
small bedside table held an alarm clock, a lamp, and a basket full of
what looked like lotions and creams. A dresser at the end of the bed
had a small TV on top.

 We got on the bed together and kissed and jacked each other off for a
long time. Then Mr. Ford said, "Are you really ready for some sexual
tutoring?"

 "Uh huh."

 "You wanna learn some new stuff?"

 "Uh huh."

 "What do you know about already?"

 "Um ... sucking. And fucking."

 He looked pleasantly surprised. "Oh, wonderful! You know about
fucking. Are you a top or bottom?"

 I must have looked confused because he chuckled and said "Well,
that's your first lesson. The 'top' is the person who fucks, and the
'bottom' is the person who gets fucked. One is on top, the other is on
the bottom. So which are you?"

 "Um ... Both, I guess."

 "Mmmmm, nice! So you have a little friend you fuck and suck with?"

 "Yeah."

 "Someone I know?"

 "Yeah."

 "Oooh, can you tell me who it is? ... No, nevermind, don't tell me
yet. I want to teach you some new things, and then you can try them
out with him and tell me how it goes, OK?"

 "OK!"

 "First, let's get into the 69 position again, and I'll show you
something new. You get on top."

 This time he scooted me forward so that I was right on top of his
cock and my hips were planted on his chest between his nipples. I
didn't see how he was going to suck my dick with my hips that far
forward, but I wanted to find out what was next.

 "Now, while you suck me, I'm going to rim you, OK? This is called 'rimming.'"

 I didn't know what to expect but when his tongue began making tight
wet circles around my asshole I nearly cried out with joy. It was the
best thing I had ever had done to me, better than getting fucked and
better than getting sucked. By the time his tongue was actually
dipping into my asshole and thrusting into it, reaming me out, I
couldn't concentrate on sucking his dick any more. I was breathing
heavily and gasping, and when he suddenly pulled my hips back and
sucked my aching dick into his mouth, it took about ten seconds for me
to cum harder than I ever had before.

 "That's called rimming," he said after he'd finished draining me and
cleaning me. "Did you like it?"

 "I LOVED it!"

 "Oh good ... before we learn something else I want to try fucking
with you, OK?"

 "Um ... you're kinda big."

 "I know, but that's one of the nice things about rimming, is that it
opens you up really well." He turned a little bit and I heard a
squooshing sound, then something cool and wet touched my asshole and I
flinched a little, then cooed softly as I felt his finger enter me.

 "See how easy my finger goes in? And now ... two fingers ... how does it feel?"

 "So good," I managed to gasp.

 "Hurt at all?"

 "No!"

 "That's because you got rimmed so well, and because I'm using lube on
your butt. Have you used lube before?"

 "Yeah ... Vaseline, sometimes lotion."

 "This stuff is better. Now ... hold still ... three fingers! How's it feel?"

 "Um ... full ... tight ... but good."

 "My cock isn't three fingers wide so you should be able to take me
now, OK? Are you ready to try?"

 I nodded. He slowly extracted his fingers from my greedy asshole and
I felt empty and needy inside. Then he laid on his back with pillows
behind his head and told me to lay on my back on top of him. He pulled
my knees up to my chest so that my asshole was open wide and guided
his cock head to my entrance.

 "Feel that?"

 "Yeah ..."

 "Want it inside of you?"

 "Yeah ..."

 "OK, you need to push down with your butt muscles like you're pooping ..."

 "I know ... aahhhHHHHH...."

 "Oh, it's in you now ... there ... oh, yeah, move your hips ... yeah ...."

 Slowly he worked his way inside of me until at last I reached down
and could only feel his hairless balls outside of me.

 "Oh my god, you're all the way in!"

 "Yeah, how does it feel?"

 "Um .... real good ... go slow ..."

 Slowly, Mr. Ford fucked me, and once I got used to it, it was better
than when Brandon fucked me. Brandon could only get so far inside me
and he couldn't really thrust that much or his little penis would pop
out. Same with me when I fucked him. But Mr. Ford's big dick was long
enough to sit comfortably inside me while both of us thrust our hips
together.

 "I'm gonna cum pretty quick, partner. Does your little fuck buddy cum
inside of you too?"

 "Yeah ..."

 "Can you feel it when he cums in you?"

 "Sometimes ... it comes out and I feel it ..."

 "Here it comes ... fuck ... try to feel it inside of you ... OH! UH!"

 He bucked his hips hard once, twice, then held absolutely still and
throbbed inside of me. I couldn't feel any sperm jetting into my
bowels but I did feel that throbbing cock as it stretched my asshole
and rectum to delicious levels of pleasure.

 "Oh GOD, oh GOD!" Mr. Ford cried out. I bit my lip and moaned.

 Finally his orgasm subsided and he told me to sit up on his lap so
that his cock could stay inside of me. I obeyed, and when he reached
around me to masturbate me, I soon shuddered and shot cum all over his
hand, my belly, and his bedspread.

 As we cleaned up, Mr. Ford said that it was running late, and that we
would have to do more next time. "I have more things to teach you," he
said, "but first I want to hear about you rimming your buddy, OK?"

 I agreed to tell him everything. I couldn't wait to try it with Brandon.

 The next day Brandon was dropped off at my house around 4 PM. I was
so eager to show him what I'd learned but my parents and brother were
trying to get us to participate in a game of Monopoly so we headed to
the park.

 "Are we going to the grove?" Brandon asked as soon as we were out of the house.

 "Yeah, of course." The grove was a clearing in the middle of the
woods that were between my neighborhood and the park. There was a path
that led right past it, and unless you looked directly to your left as
you walked by then you would miss it.

 We talked about movies and video games as we walked. Brandon and I
rarely discussed our sexual activities until we were actually doing
them. Once we reached the grove, I opened my fly to show him my hard
dick.

 "Dude, you're fuckin horny!" Brandon whispered eagerly. He slid off
his shorts to show that he was getting hard too.

 We both undressed from the waist down and played with each other's
dicks for a while, then I stopped him and said I wanted to show him
something. I made him get on his hands and knees in the clearing.

 "You gonna fuck me?" he wanted to know.

 "Nah, better," I said, crouching behind him and opening his buttocks
with my hands. I had fucked him many times but I had never been this
close to his asshole. It was pink, wrinkled and slightly concave, with
a few blond hairs ringing it.

 "You clean back here?" I asked, suddenly feeling a little trepidation.

 "Yeah dude, always."

 "OK, then, well ..." I leaned forward and licked his asshole directly.

 He sprang forward away from my hands and face. "Oh SHIT, dude, what was that?"

 "Shhh! ... I licked you ..."

 "Oh shit! Gross!"

 "What did it feel like?"

 "It fucking tickled! You licked my asshole!"

 "Yeah ... shut up and come back here so I can keep doing it."

 "But it tickled!"

 "You said the same thing when I first sucked your dick remember?"

 "No, I said it when you licked my balls ..."

 "But now you love that ..."

 "Yeah ... OK, well ...."

 We got back into position. To prove my point I licked his balls
hanging down between his legs, then slowly licked upwards until I was
licking his asshole again. He got into it, even to the point of
holding his ass cheeks open for me. I had to remind him several times
to keep his voice down because he kept crying out with pleasure.

 "Fuck dude, that feels so fuckin good," he said when I finally
stopped. My jaw was sore from being open so long and my tongue was
kind of sore too.

 "Now I should fuck you," I said. "Now your asshole is really ready for it."

 "You bring any Vaseline?"

 "No, that's why I licked you ... come on, let me get between your
legs ... move back a bit ... yeah ... oh, it's in!"

 "I feel it!"

 "How's it feel?"

 "Good ... fuck me ...."

 Like I said before, my penis was too small to really pound Brandon's
ass, but we did move back and forth enough to stimulate me to orgasm.
This time I reached around and jacked his hard penis right before I
came, and after I finished I kept jacking him off until his boy-seed
shot into the dirt below us.

 Quickly we got dressed again without speaking and made our way back
to the house. As always, the conversation turned to normal boy topics,
and the sex, though not forgotten, was not spoken of again until later
that night.

 My dad had to scream at us to turn off the video games and go to bed,
but once we were in bed we fondled each other through our pajamas and
then kicked them off.

 "Will you lick me again?" Brandon asked. Instead of answering I just
rolled him over, spread his legs and started to lick his butt -- not
just his asshole but the whole thing. His ass had a nice pungent
flavor, nothing like shit, but more like sweat and salt and kind of
like his balls.

 He issued muffled moans into the pillow over and over again until I
said I was ready to fuck him again. He agreed, but I wanted to try a
new position, inspired by my "tutoring" from Mr. Ford.

 I laid on my back and Brandon squatted over me, guiding my penis into
his rectum. When we were finally joined we both felt that I was deeper
inside him than ever before, and it was actually possible for me to
actively thrust inside of him. I came a lot quicker this time, and
then he wanted me to suck him to orgasm.

 During this whole process we had kicked off the bedcovers and taken
off our shirts. We were totally naked on top of the bedsheets and
that's exactly what my little brother saw when he squeaked my door
open, crept inside, and shut the door behind him.

 "I THOUGHT that's what you guys were doing," my brother hissed. "Fags!"

 "Shut up and join us or get out," I hissed back at him.

 Brandon, Mike and I had fooled around as a threesome before. It had
happened after a particularly glorious mud fight in my backyard last
year. Mom ordered us to rinse off in the hose before going into the
basement, and when she saw that wasn't good enough, she ordered us to
strip and continue rinsing. We giggled and sprayed each other with
water, enjoying the idea of being naked outside in front of Mom, and
when she ordered us to get in the basement and dry off we dashed
inside.

 The drying-off turned into a playful group drying-off, and when we
all got hard the drying turned into a kind of I-dare-you fondling that
was punctuated with whispers of "You fag!" and "You're gay!" Despite
all that, soon Mike and I were taking turns sucking Brandon, and after
he came in my mouth Mike and Brandon took turns sucking me. They
didn't get to finish me off because my mom yelled downstairs to hurry
up (she couldn't see us). We got dressed and went upstairs but before
we did I told my brother "Come to my bedroom after Mom and Dad are
asleep," and there we continued our oral sex games with Brandon.

 That had happened a few more times in the past year, almost every
time Brandon had come over to spend the night, so it wasn't a big deal
when Mike slipped into my room. He took us up on our invitation by
shucking his underwear and climbing into bed with us. The horny little
bastard was already hard as a rock.

 "You want to suck Brandon?" I whispered.

 "Yeah ..."

 "OK, while you suck him, I'll do something to you."

 My brother lay between Brandon's legs and began to suck him, but
turned his body halfway over to expose his own hard dick because he
thought I was going to suck him. I gently turned him back over and
spread his legs.

 My brother turned around quickly. "No buttfucking," he said in a
normal, almost too-loud voice.

 "Shhh!" Brandon and I both said at once.

 "I'm not going to fuck your butt," I whispered back. My brother
wouldn't allow it, and he never wanted to fuck me, either. It was too
"gay" for him, and besides, he was convinced that AIDS and other
diseases were spontaneously generated by anal sex.

 Still suspicious, my brother turned back around and kept sucking
Brandon. Brandon put his hands on Mike's head and smiled down at me. I
leaned into my brother's rear cleft and gently licked the top of his
crack.

 "Mmmmm," my brother moaned. He didn't stop sucking, so I licked him
again. Same reaction. I opened his legs a little more and licked from
the bottom of his ball sack to the top of his ass crack so that the
tip of my tongue passed directly across his hairless little asshole.

 "MmmmMMMMM!" he moaned loudly. Brandon and I shushed him again.

 Mike took his lips off Brandon's cock long enough to say "You're
licking my asshole!" in a loud whisper. We shushed him a third time
and I continued to lick my brother's asshole. He kept sucking Brandon
and moaning with pleasure.

 When I started stabbing my tongue through his tight little ring, my
brother's hips bucked and wriggled, and he had to quit sucking Brandon
so he could gasp out his ecstasy. I really tongued him hard until he
begged me to stop. Brandon just jerked himself off and rubbed his cum
along his shaft and balls, and when I finally stopped licking Mike's
butt, we took turns sucking the sticky cum residue off Brandon's dick
and balls.

 "Did you like that?" I asked Mike.

 "Yeah. God! When did you start doing that?"

 "Today. Tonight."

 "Doesn't it taste bad?"

 "No, as long as you're clean."

 Mike whispered to Brandon: "Did he do it to you?"

 "Yeah."

 "Are you clean?"

 "Yeah!"

 We stayed up until dawn crept through my windowshades, sucking each
other many times. I licked both of their asses until they begged me to
stop, and Brandon and I fucked each other again while my brother made
fun of us and called us fags, until I had the bright idea to 69 with
my brother while Brandon fucked me. That was great. Then Mike slipped
back to his room and Brandon and I got dressed and got about three
hours of sleep until my dad woke us up.

 The next week I couldn't wait to tell Mr. Ford what had happened.
When I tried to tell him that I had taught my friend the same "math
lesson" he had taught me, he interrupted me and said "Tell you what --
why don't you come by for more tutoring on Tuesday? Ask your mom if
it's OK, and we can talk about it then."

 Mom agreed to drive me and so on Tuesday I found myself naked with
Mr. Ford in his bed once again. We played with each other's hard cocks
while I related the tale of Brandon and Mike, leaving out their names
and relationships to me.

 At the end of the story, Mr. Ford's cock was drooling precum. "Very
exciting," he murmured. "Tell me, how did this other boy just come
into the room? Why wasn't he there to start with?"

 "Uh ... I dunno ... he just wasn't."

 "Is he also a friend of yours?"

 "Uh, yeah."

 That seemed good enough for him and he asked me to roll over so he
could rim me and "eat my ass" again. That turned into another nice
buttfucking which I really loved. At the end, with me still impaled
upon his lap, he asked me again if I could feel his cum inside of my
ass.

 "Not really."

 "Well, would you like to learn something new again today?

 "Yeah!"

 "OK. I want you to squeeze your butt muscles together real tight, OK?
Yeah ... like that. Now, just sit still for a second ... there. Did
you feel that? No? Let me try again..."

 Mr. Ford closed his eyes and concentrated. Suddenly I DID feel
something spurting inside of me -- a constant jet of warmth ...

 "Oh, I feel that! Are you cumming again?"

 "No ... I'm pissing inside of you ..."

 "Huh? You're PEEING in me??"

 "Yeah, hold on now ... it feels good doesn't it?"

 "... Yeah ..."

 "And it can't hurt you, I promise that ... so do you like it?"

 "... Yeah, I guess ... I mean, yeah, it's nice ..."

 "Good, good ... mmm, almost done ... there ... now you have a tight
little ass filled with piss. How does that feel?"

 "... Nice ... warm and full ... especially with you in there too ..."

 "OK, good ... I am going to carry you to the bathroom and leave you
in there so you can get rid of it all, OK? And then I am going to show
you something else new, OK?"

 "OK."

 With that, he wrapped his arms around me and hugged me close to him.
I buried my face in his shoulder and smelled his intoxicating musk as
he carried me to the bathroom. When he lifted me off his shaft, some
of his piss came out and I felt really embarrassed, but he said it was
OK and not to worry about it. He left me alone in the bathroom and I
quickly ejected all his piss from my ass. It felt really weird and
great coming out of me.

 I wiped and flushed and called him back into the bathroom.

 "Done?"

 "Yeah ... so what's next?"

 "Well, it's sort of the same thing. Remember when I asked about your lemonade?"

 "No?"

 "The first time you were here, remember? At the end?"

 "Oh yeah ... Oh! Yeah!" Suddenly I got it.

 "Now that you've had my lemonade inside of you, I want your lemonade too, OK?"

 "Um ... OK. Inside of you?"

 "In a way. Come over here."

 He shoved aside the shower curtain and climbed into the bathtub. I
understood what he wanted. My brother and I had often tried to pee on
each other as a joke, but neither one of us had ever actually made
contact aside from a couple of stray drops which made us really mad.
Now here I was getting ready to pee on a naked man who wanted me to do
it.

 Mr. Ford laid down in the bathtub and told me to straddle him with my
penis pointed at his face. I sat down on his semi-erect penis and said
"Is that where you want me?" and he smiled.

 "Now pee on me," he said in a husky voice. "Go ahead ... all over me."

 I didn't really have to pee that bad, or so I thought, but when it
came out it was a strong clear jet of piss. It splashed up by his neck
and he sighed and closed his eyes. I covered his nipples, chest and
stomach in pee, and then he opened his eyes and raised his head up and
said softly, "Now in my mouth, please."

 I obeyed him. I was totally fascinated by the sight of my urine
shooting into this sexy adult male's mouth. The piss glinting off his
jaw was exciting. When he swallowed, it was even more thrilled.

 "Stop for a second, OK? Move off of me ... now let me move up ...
stand outside the tub ... there. I'm going to suck you, and you keep
peeing, OK? This is wonderful, just wonderful ..."

 Mr. Ford looked blissful and sounded like he was living out his best
fantasy and I was happy to help him fulfill it. His mouth covered my
hard dick and I soon filled it up with piss. I didn't have much left,
but he swallowed everything I gave him, and then he began to suck me
for real. It didn't take long for me to fill his mouth with my cum
too.

 He stood up and bent down to kiss me but I moved away. "Not ready for
that, yet, huh?" he chuckled. "That's OK. Let's shower off and then
call your mom. It's getting late."

 Later, on the ride home, I replayed the evening in my head again. A
grown man had peed in my butt! And I had liked it! And I had liked it
even more when I pooped it all out again! And then he drank my pee! It
all seemed so gross but also so wonderful and taboo and
dirty-nasty-sexy.

 I definitely didn't want to tell Brandon the next day, or the next. I
could barely look at Mr. Ford considering what we had done. But when
Friday rolled around again he asked me if I wanted more tutoring.

 "Yeah, sure!" I said -- too eagerly, because some other kids
overheard me and laughed at me.

 We waited until they left the classroom and then Mr. Ford said "Now
are you gonna bring your friend?"

 "Um ... maybe ..."

 "Have him spend the night with you tomorrow night, OK? And then both
of you come over for tutoring."

 "Uh ... I'll try ..."