Written by Sarge AKA Aldric <pietar_the_fearless@yahoo.com>, Charles Well <charleswell@tutanota.com> and David davidthornton70@tutanota.com
Warning
This story is a sexual fantasy about young teen and preteen boys having sex. It was written by adults for the entertainment of other adults. The people, places and events detailed here are made up. The authors would never wish to see the events in this tale happen to anyone in real life.
"Come on Shane, take a chancer," Ronan directed.
"I ain't no eejit. If I did it, it'd be for donkey's years."
The two brothers, and their mother, had moved to Alan's Beach almost a year ago. They'd come from Ireland after the boy's father had died in a construction accident. As one of the poorest families in Alan's Beach, they were currently staying at their paternal grandparent's house. Well, their mother had a room inside. For the last 12 months the boys had lived in a tent behind the small barn. The house was the last of three owned by O'Brien's. It was in the south east corner of Alan's Creek, not far from the boat docks. Other than the houses belonging to his two uncles, the only other house close to them belonged to Andy Dunn. And even that was a half-hour walk across the hilly and wooded ground.
The conversation had taken place many times, but it was brought up by the older brother more often as the deadline approached. Living in a tent was getting old. Living far away from everything and not even having a bike to get around was annoying. Ronan had been thirteen when they arrived here. He'd learned about MAC Day from their cousins, who took him along with them. He couldn't believe his eyes. A dozen naked boys, aged 11, 12, and 13, competing for money! And if his cousins were to be believed, it was a fortune. He asked about joining but was told the entry period was closed. And what he saw next made him very happy that he hadn't moved here early enough to sign up himself.
"Damn it boyo, do you like living like this?" Ronan asked. "You get $1,000 just for signing up. More if you let your friends have some fun. And if you won one of the prizes, we could live like kings." His brother hadn't been to last year's ceremony; he'd been too young. He might not know everything that happened there, but he certainly would know what came afterword for several of the boys.
"And it'd be me doing the manky shit now, wouldn't it." Although he'd only just turned eleven, Shane had heard more than he ever wanted to about MAC Day. Sucking dicks, being fucked. His cousins wouldn't leave him alone for a second. "I'm off to the jacks." He pushed the tent flaps apart and saw Rory and Conor O'Brien standing there. Two cousins from the two houses closest to his.
"Earwigging again?" he said as he pushed past the two boys.
"What's that mean?" Rory asked as Shane came out of the tent. "And who the hell are the Jacks?" He'd lived here all of his eleven years and very little of the Irish slang was ever spoken in his house.
"He means you was listening in to a private conversation we was having," Ronan explained. "And jacks is what you call the toilet. We ain't got one of those out here, so he's heading to the gaff."
"That means the house, boyo," his older cousin added. Conor was thirteen, a first cousin of Rory, and over the last half a year had started to learn a bit of the strange words their new cousins used.
"Don't call me that," Rory yelled. He had been told boyo was simply another word for boy, but he didn't believe it. He thought it some kind of an insult. "I'll convince him to sign up. Me and Jake will take care of him. Nothing bad will happen."
"Ha, all you and my brother want is for him to suck you off for the next three years." Jake was Conor's younger brother, another eleven-year-old.
The subject of the conversation was not far away and was listening while he sprayed his piss along the side of the house. Right under the window of the room his mammy had. It was his way to show her how pissed he was at her for taking him out of his home country and into this land with its strange practices.
The truth was however, he was aware of just how little his grandparents had to share. His mom's room wasn't much more than a closet. The bed touched three walls, and she had no dresser. And he was getting very tired of living in a tent. And with his brother! But the truth was, he didn't even have enough money to buy an old moldy tent that one of his classmates tried to sell him. He'd been thinking about signing up. He had a day or two remaining to do it. And even Ronan didn't know that he carried the permission slip signed by his mother in his pocket.
Done peeing, he moved back to the tent.
"You'll do it, won't you?" Rory asked. "Sign up. Get rich. Richer than any of the other O'Brien's."
"Will I, yea?" Shane responded.
Rory's eyes lit up. "So you've made up your mind? You're going to do it?"
"You gobdaw," Conor said. "He just said he ain't gonna do it."
"But he said yea," the younger boy complained. "Didn't you?"
"If it's so great, how come you don't sign up?" quizzed Shane.
"Because I'm not living in a tent. Me and Jake will treat you right. We'll keep other kids away. You'll get the $1,000 for sure. You'd be able to get a bike, and some clothes that fit you ..." Rory backed off. He forgot that his cousin had to wear his brother's hand-me-downs and hated that too. But pointing that out had been a mistake.
"I'll do it," Shane said suddenly. "If you can convince Jake that you two will suck me off once a week at least. Until I have me a youngwan to hang with." He saw the look of confusion on his friend's face. "That's a young girl. The two of you will each blow me weekly until I have a girlfriend. Even if it takes until I'm eighteen."
"I don't think he's slagging you," Conor said, eager to show he knew how to speak like Ronan. "That means he's not making fun of you, he's serious. So give it a lash."
"Let's go see Jake and I'm sure he'll agree to that." Blowjobs weren't that horrible. He and his cousin had shared them lots of times. And they both had talked about Shane's ass. How tight it looked. Currently, Bret Mackey was the only boy their age entered in MAC Day. If Shane signed up, he'd end up a Tailer for sure. And then they'd be allowed to stick their dicks into their cousin's ass.
Two hours later, a very scared Shane O'Brien was signing his name to the form that would make him an entrant in this year's MAC Day. It wasn't because of the agreement his two friends gave him, although that helped. It was the money. And what the money could mean to him. He'd share some with Ronan of course. Brothers may fight, but they took care of one another. No, he'd made up his mind the day before. And now it was done.
Thirteen-year-old Fred (Curly) Flynn had a bit of a dilemma. He knew exactly what he wanted and how to get it. All except for one tiny detail. Money. Most boys who had money problems needed some. His was the opposite. He had too much. Or rather, his parents did, and any reasonable thing he wanted or needed they provided. But they couldn't help him get what he truly most desired.
What Curly wanted more than anything in the world was to suck Rock's dick. Clyde (Rock) McGill was 13-years-old like him and had been in many of his classes at elementary school. After sleepless nights and sex-addled days, Curly slowly formulated a plan. If it worked out, Curly would get access to Rock's cock without anyone ever knowing that he desperately wanted to do it. He would sign up for MAC Day. There was a prize, ranging between $10 and $25, if one of the kids on stage volunteered to call a boy up from the audience for a blowjob or fuck. Not to mention the $1,000 he would get just for signing the form.
The problem was, he had to justify doing it to his parents. And sisters, and even a few friends. They all knew he didn't need the money. And no one knew that he was gay, and he planned to keep it that way. So he couldn't just go to Rock McGill and ask if he could suck him off. But, if he could justify that he needed the money, he could call the boy up on stage on MAC Day.
Curly was sure Rock would accept being called up. He'd done it last year when he was 12, and the year before that. Curly hadn't been there the year they were both eleven, but he had been last year. And Clyde McGill, AKA `Don't Ever call me Clyde', had a beautiful dick even then. While other boys aged 12 had dicks the same size as his own, Rock's was easily five inches long then. And it was surrounded by a band of thick, black pubes.
Curly hadn't seen it since then, but he knew he wanted to. More than see it, he wanted to suck it. But how could a boy of his means justify needing to take a chance on becoming a Tailer by signing up for MAC?
He wished there was someone he could talk to. Someone who might have an idea. He wasn't worried about becoming a Tailer. Far from it. First off, being gay meant he'd have access to an unlimited number of boy's dicks. He was a little worried about being fucked. He'd seen plenty of that last year, and he'd heard more than one yelp of pain. Yet the idea of a boy, especially a cute one, sliding his dick in made him hard. The danger was that he would get few, if any, votes. He wasn't popular. If his school mates were a soccer team, he'd be the water boy - if even that. Short and skinny, with a mop of curly hair that never would lay flat, he wasn't the type to be invited into clubs or clicks. And because of that, he had few social contacts, which left him hopelessly shy. If not, his dream of sucking cocks and being fucked would begin and end on MAC Day.
And then, just like that, he knew exactly how to do it.
Clyde hated his name; he always had. He'd been named for his mom's father. Every year, on the first day of school, he yelled at any teacher who called him by his given name, and demanded they call him Rock. And every year, he ended up in the principal's office. But he would refuse to answer any question put to him unless he was addressed as Rock. By fifth grade, word had spread, and it only took one outburst before his teacher would relent.
His family was poor. Not real poor, his dad was a cop. But being one of two officers in Alan's Beach didn't pay much. Instead, his dad had good medical insurance and other fringe benefits. And, he was pretty sure that his father made a few extra bucks working both sides of the law. Money they often needed as his dad liked to gamble.
Back during the depression, his great-great grandfather had lost the families' fortune when the stock market failed, and they'd never really recovered. A few of his older relatives had entered MAC Day, but none seemed to ever get enough votes to win any money, with the exception of a second or third cousin of his grandfather's. That family is now so distant from him that he isn't even sure which of the McGill's it was.
Although he had a small body, he stayed physically fit. He didn't take shit from anyone, even bigger boys. And if necessary, his dad could always take care of any problem he couldn't solve on his own. That was why it was so strange to see the curly-haired kid peeing in the open door of one of the Alan's Beach Police Cruisers. The one his dad drove.
This was Alan's Beach. Nobody locked car doors, not even the police. There was nothing in the cruiser worth stealing. He almost walked away. It was his dad's problem. He'd probably threatened the boy with being arrested or something. But the sheer audacity of it held his attention. The kid was doing it in broad daylight. In the driveway of his house. And he'd been over on the side of the garage shooting baskets. The kid couldn't have missed him. Maybe he wanted to be caught.
He moved around behind the boy. The kid's stream had ended and he was shaking off the last few drops. From where he stood, he could see a yellow puddle on the floor of the front passenger side of the cruiser.
"What the fuck is wrong with you?" he asked.
The curly haired boy jumped. Rock remembered him now. They were in a few of the same classes back in primary school. Teachers called him Fred something. Everyone else called him Curly. Curly Flynn, that was his name. The kid was intelligent, but it didn't appear to be on display right at that moment.
Curly made sure his dick was put away and then turned slowly and looked around. Rock was right in front of him, and as he looked past the teen, he also turned and looked about.
"It was two kids. They made me do it. They said they'd beat me up if I didn't. Please don't tell your dad."
"He's going to know that somebody did it. Out here in the sun with the windows up, the car is going to stink like hell. Maybe he'll think I did it." Rock knew there was little chance of that. Rock had learned by the age of six to never fuck around with his father.
"Oh," Curly exclaimed. "I didn't think of that. Look, I'll make it up to you, please don't tell. We could both walk away now and he won't know either of us were out here." He reached into a pocket and pulled out two five-dollar bills. "Here, I'll pay you not to tell."
Rock took the bills and put them in his own pocket. "Come with me," he said. His tone had been even, almost friendly, but he expected the kid to follow behind him all the same.
Curly did as he was told. The first part of his plan, the most dangerous part, had worked. Rock took the money, but he wanted more. And the fact that they were heading for a clump of brush gave him hope that he could offer the blowjob and have what he wanted.
"Who was it?" Rock asked as soon as they were thick into a clump of sagebrush. "The two kids who made you pee in the car -- who were they?"
"Not sure," Curly said. "They were high schoolers. Sixteen or seventeen years old at least. I've seen them around, but I don't know their names."
Rock was doubtful. There just weren't that many people in Alan's Beach. Most everybody knew upwards of 90% of the rest of the population. But the dull-redheaded kid looked scared. Maybe he knew who they were and maybe he didn't. It didn't really matter to him.
"What do you think would happen if I told my dad what you did?" he asked.
"I guess he'd be plenty pissed. He'd probably make me clean it up. And he'd tell my parents."
"Oh, I'd say all three of those answers are perfectly correct. But then he'd take you over the river to the police station and charge you. Are you signed up for the next MAC Day?"
"No, I don't want any part of that," Curly lied.
"Did you know he can talk to your parents? Offer them a choice, either you get sent there against your will, or he charges you with a crime and you end up with a Juvie Record. That won't help you get into a good school."
They had reached a spot where a few straggly trees blocked the view of anyone from the nearby houses. Rock had turned and was facing him. Curly forced his eyes to stay high, on the teen's face, and not below his belt.
"I, uh, I guess you want a blowjob or something. I'll do it. Right now, if you promise not to tell him it was me who peed in his car."
"No," Rock said.
"No? You don't want a blowjob?" Curly hoped his disappointment wasn't evident. "More money?"
"No," Rock said again. "You'll give me plenty of blowjobs. What I want is for you to sign up for MAC Day. And during the fun and game parts, you'll call on me to come up and fuck you, which is what I want. Maybe even more than once."
Curly's plan seemed to have come true. Now he needed to sell it.
"My parents won't let me sign up. They'd take their chances on the court. I'll blow you, say three times. They won't know about that."
"I'll go with you and talk to your parents. I'll tell them that you will have to name the two boys who threatened you. I think you do know who they are. I'll find out who they were, and tell the court you told me. Those two will get arrested, charged with a misdemeanor offense. But they sure will be pissed at you."
"I don't want my parents to know I was threatened. And I really don't know who the boys were."
"My dad will round up a group of trouble makers in that age group and let you pick them out." Rock knew no such lineup would ever be made, but he figured the kid had seen it on TV enough and would believe him. His expression showed he was right.
"Or, I will tell your parents that I caught you doing it, and I offered for you to sign up and call on me for one of the fucks in exchange for me not telling my dad. All the rest that we'll do together won't be mentioned. I'll take the three blowjobs, the fuck on MAC Day, and maybe a few more of each before and afterwards, and then we'll be done. I'm kind of sticking my neck out here. If your parents know I made this dark deal, they might tell my pa. He'd be pissed at me for sure. But he'd have it in for you. Anything you ever did from then on would be worth his time and effort. You spit on the sidewalk; he'd charge you with littering. So how good of an actor are you? And which choice do you want to make? Give me what I want, or I walk away and tell my dad what I saw."
Curly had gotten what he wanted. Was it enough to convince his parents? They had money, tons of it. They'd likely want to hire a lawyer. He needed something to make them accept that this was the best choice. Then he would have years of what he wanted without anyone knowing that he was gay.
Rock could feel his dick pressing against the zipper of his pants as he thought about how good it would feel to press it into the kid's rear end. He saw the kid was thinking. Trying to find a way out of the horrible position he was in.
"I, uh, I don't know what to do," the mop-headed boy muttered. "They might go for your idea. They'd be really pissed at me though." He couldn't get past the idea of what might be a six-inch dick being pushed into his ass. "They would get a lawyer and I'd probably get a fine or something. But I'd rather them not know what I did."
"Where do you live?"
"Two blocks that way," Curly pointed. "I know this side of the hill. If we cut around that rock outcropping and then straight down into the valley we'd come out in my backyard."
"Then let's go meet them. I'll lay it out just like it happened. I caught you, and offered you a horrible deal to keep from telling my dad. But I'll also explain to them what will happen if you don't take it. A record, which won't look good when you apply for college. And every kid in town would know that you pissed in a police car. Someone would talk, no doubt about that. My dad would find out. Your parents don't even have to know you agreed to the second part. Take it or leave it."
"I, shit. I don't want to go to court. And I don't want a bunch of boys pissed at me for them having to be called in for a lineup." Curly could see it was working. It was a good plan. He was pretty sure his parents would accept it, especially if they heard it from Rock. "Will you tell them? I'm too ashamed to do it."
Rock smiled. He knew he'd have at least one boy to fuck on stage. He loved boning guys on MAC Day in front of every kid in town. He had done it for the last two years and didn't want to break his run of good luck. It made him powerful. And his dad would be pleased. Especially when he told him it was his idea after he caught the kid pissing in the squad car. And this kid clearly didn't know about tailer training. That presented all sorts of possibilities. Maybe he could insist of being this kid's dildo coach. He had always dreamed of doing that, and this kid was a weakling and easy to control. The idea of stuffing big fat dildos up his ass was making him hard.
"Let's go then."
***
It went better than he could have ever expected. His father was super pissed, but realized right away what having a record would mean to his son. The shame it would bring to the rest of the family. His mom was more guarded, but saved her questions for later.
"Go sign up. You'll tell your friends that you got caught trying to get two other kids in trouble with the police and this was your punishment. Bring the paperwork back to me and I'll sign it."
Rock went with him, only they took a path through the woods instead of straight to the middle of town. Once in a private setting, Rock stopped and turned around as he lowered his pants. "You promised me three blowjobs, you can start with one now."
Curly stared at it. It wasn't huge. Big, maybe. He remembered seeing it last year and thinking it was huge then. But that was from his twelve-year-old perspective. It didn't look any bigger now. Five inches long, with a good bunch of thick black hair surrounding it. And now he had his first chance to enjoy the fruits of all he'd labored at. He reminded himself to not smile. To make it look like he hated doing it.
He got down on his knees in front of the teen and got started. And immediately got cuffed alongside his head.
"Don't you even know how to suck a dick? Don't touch me with your teeth again or I'll knock a few of them out."
"Sorry," Curly said. "I've never done this before."
He started again, trying to figure out how to not let his teeth come into contact with Rock's dick. As he resumed, Rock demonstrated that this was not his first blowjob.
"Just start with the first inch," the teen instructed. "Now, with the tip still in your mouth, start using your tongue. Left and right over the underside, all around the tip, like it's coated with candy and you're trying to lick it off." He paused, appreciating Curly's attempts.
"Okay, now reach as far as you can with your tongue, sliding it over the shaft, and back. Nice and firm pressure, long strokes."
Curly was doing his best to follow the instructions, all the while expecting the explosion that would come when Rock had his orgasm. He was doing something he'd dreamed of doing.
"Now grab it near the base and pull it a bit towards you. Keep that tongue on it, and start moving your head," continued Rock.
Curly reached out with his right hand and took hold of the rigid shaft. He could feel it's warmth. He pulled it toward him, leaned in, and began to slide his lips along the shaft.
"You're doing good," Rock said, his voice a bit higher. "No teeth, just your tongue and lips are all I should feel." Curly had lost focus for a second and realized he'd allowed his front teeth to touch the head.
"Don't pretend you're somewhere else and not sucking my dick," Rock ordered. "I'm about ready, and I want you to swallow all I shoot, and suck it clean afterwards too. Nod your head if you understand."
Curly did. This was fantastic he thought to himself. The teen didn't have a clue that he was enjoying this and looking forward to how it would taste.
"Keep at it! Speed up a bit as you slide those lips over the shaft! Yes, just like that ... "
As he said that, Rock rested his hand on Curly's head. He wanted to be able to keep the boy from pulling back once he began shooting.
But to his surprise, the kid kept on licking and sucking even as he swallowed the four bursts of cum that shot forth. He removed the hand from the kid's head and let him suck the last few drops.
"That was okay, especially for your first time," Rock lied. It had been terrific, once the boy had been given some instruction. "Next time, see if you can take a bit more into your mouth."
"I tried, but I gagged a little," Curly said as he stood and licked his lips. "But I'll try. Next time."
"Yeah, next time. You still need to sign up for MAC Day before I can fuck you, but there's plenty of time for that. And you'll be needing a dildo coach. Maybe I can help with that, but it's a big job and I'll be expecting benefits if I do. Dildo coaches get benefits you know."
"I guess!" answered Curly. He didn't want to sound too excited by that prospect.
Pleased with how this had turned out, Rock headed for home.
Curly was in no hurry to return and face his father's anger as he signed the permission slip. He had gotten what he wanted. He'd seen, and sucked, Rock's dick. He needed to get ready for getting fucked. That could even be fun. First, he needed a practice kit.
"Your house is fucking huge," said 12-year-old Hank Boyle to his friend, Marcus Mackey. Hank was two months older than Marcus, but 2 inches shorter. He was one of those kids that everyone liked and had the reputation of playing by the rules and avoiding fights. But Hank was from the wrong side of town; his father was a janitor who barely made ends meet and often didn't. Hank was loyal to his friends and would step in to defend them if necessary.
"I can't believe you have your own bathroom!" Hank continued. "I have to share one with eight brothers and sisters. I share a room with five of my six brothers. The little one is still in my parent's room, but once he's out of diapers we'll have to find room for him in the boys' room."
Marcus Mackey was somewhat ashamed. He felt guilty for the differences between him and Hank. They'd been friends for over a year now, and Marcus had had a secret crush on the boy since they first met. He'd been to Hank's home and made the best of it, but knew the chances of any privacy there was remote at best.
Hank had told him that his family was descended from one of the Irish early settlers in Alan's Beach. But he didn't look it as he didn't have the red hair, freckles, and light skin like most of the other kids whose genes began in that country. This boy was a little short for his age, he had an olive complexion, and stunning slightly wavy blond hair. He was a real boy's boy -- a bit cheeky around adults, up for any challenge or dare, good at sports and he had a fit body that would develop more muscle once puberty set in. Hank was popular on the little league team and played well with others, but he wouldn't take shit from anyone. However, the one feature Marcus had noticed most about Hank was how his well-rounded bubble butt stuck out, as if inviting attention. Obviously, he'd never mentioned this to Hank as he guessed such a comment would likely end with a black eye for him, if not worse. But admire from afar he could.
Hank went on about his family history, explaining that it has been traced back to Norman Knights from Ulster, and before that, Vikings.
"You're descended from Vikings? That's cool. I don't think my family has anything like that in our family tree."
"Yeah, except that knowing my heritage makes me feel bad," the boy stated. "Look at me. Supposedly I'm born of Viking blood and fierce fighters, but me? I'm skinny. And almost no muscles."
What Hank didn't say was that his pubes, what little he had, blended in with his skin color enough so as to make him appear to not have any hair down there at all.
Marcus wasn't sure what to say. His family had money and lived in a house that could only be described as a mansion on the better side of town. He was about to change the subject when Hank spoke again.
"What do you think about MAC Day? Is that how your family got rich?"
"Uh, our money is old, mostly," Marcus said cautiously. "But some of my, like distant uncles or something, were in it I heard. Money deals were made between families. That was all like, a hundred years ago. But I don't know much and I'm not really allowed to say anything anyway." Marcus was deliberately vague. Certainly no one in his immediate family had ever been a contestant in that thing. His branch of the Mackey family would attend MAC Day to break in the new Tailers, but certainly not as actual contestants. Those places were always reserved for kids from Hank's side of town.
"Yeah, I've heard that was a rule" said Hank Boyle, completely missing the subtleties in Marcus's prevarication. "But for me, should I enter? Would you still be my friend if I became a Tailer?"
Hank and Marcus had become buddies through their baseball Little League team. They went to different schools and didn't really have a lot in common, apart from sports. But in that activity, both were fanatical and that was enough to start a friendship.
`Hell yes!' Marcus thought to himself. He bit his cheek to keep from saying it out loud. "Yeah, I guess. Are you going to do it? You'd have to have a place for, uh, you know, when boys come to visit you. Your house is kind of crowded. And you need to prepare... uhm, training."
"I was wondering," Hank said softly. "I need a training kit, and I can't afford one. If you were my manager and trainer, maybe we could work out a deal or something. And maybe you've got somewhere that I could use for the boys who want me to do stuff. But I'd have to know if we would still be friends afterwards."
Marcus had to fight to keep from drooling at the thought of being his trainer. "Yeah, of course we'd still be friends. I don't know much about the training, but I could learn. And kids who signed up for MAC can borrow the kits from the BC. Ask your dad to speak to my Uncle Bryce."
Hank turned and looked directly at the other boy and saw into his soul.
"I can see in your eyes that you would enjoy it. You like guys, I mean sexually. Right? I've noticed you checking me out in the showers. Don't worry, that's cool with me. But just be honest. Do you think you can get enough votes for me to win? You know all the guys from South Valley Elementary, not just the kids in Little League. You're popular, you're a sportsman, and you make friends easily. Can you get me votes? I don't need first place, third would be fine. But I want to live like you do." He paused and looked around the room again. "Okay, the MAC Day reward won't buy this. But it sure as hell would let me have a huge step up from what I live in now."
Maybe this kid is not as naive as he thought, Marcus decided.
"I sure as hell would work as hard at getting you votes as you do at being ready. Are you sure you really want to do this? I mean, you'll be sucking cocks, and boys will want to fuck you."
"No, I don't want to do it. I'm not gay. But I need to. I've got nothing. Not a penny in my pocket. No hope for what I will do after I graduate. My oldest brother is a stock boy at the grocery store. He's 18. I don't want a future that limits me to that. But I have to finish in the top 3 or it will suck even more. I'll always let you do what you want with me, as long as we're friends. That's important to me. You've never talked down to me like most of the kids who live on this side of the river do."
"Okay. I was hoping to do stuff with you. But I don't think a manager should..."
"Don't worry about it. From what I hear `round town, Dildo Coaches and Campaign Managers for the serious MAC Day candidates definitely get "benefits." It's all part of the want-to-be Tailer's training. Like now -- you've agreed to do what it takes and so have I. I need to learn how to give blowjobs and get fucked. Let me start by practicing with you."
Marcus wanted it too much to even attempt to say no. He offered only token resistance as Hank Boyle knelt in front of him, and without permission, went to work on unfastening the button and fly on his jeans. The pants were rapidly pulled down and his boxers soon followed them to around his ankles. He was pushed back onto his bed and then the want-to-be tailer went to work on giving his first ever blow job. Yes, this was his first, but Hank wondered how many more of these were in his future. Thousands perhaps? He wasn't gay, but if he was gonna get out of this stinking little town with any half-decent prospect for the future, this would be his life for the next two years. Shit! It is what it is. But no time to think on that now. He had a job to do.
Marcus felt the wet tongue tip on his dick which swirled the head as the whole helmet was brought into the boy's warm mouth. He reflexively brought his hands up and dove into the boy's wavy curls of blond hair. He lifted his own head back up from his lying position to watch his baseball buddy now downing the first two inches of dick with ease. Marcus moaned and began pushing down slightly while massaging through the hair. At the same time his hips began pumping the mouth, reaching for the hopefully willing throat.
It wasn't long before gibberish was lolling out of Marcus's orgasm-drunken mouth, as he was now holding the poor boy's head more surely and slow pumping deep, 3 of his 4 ½ inches in and loving the depths of swaddled wet heat. He was groaning out each thrust inward and now felt Hank's hands reach under and start massaging and squeezing his ass. And damn did that feel good. He lifted his hips to facilitate access. How did Hank know to do that?
Hank was even pulling the boy deeper into him, willing more of the dick inside and working on coordinating his breathing with the muscles massaging the underside, and generally the business end of the dick deep within him. He was determined to give the best blowjob he possibly could. His buddy from the rich side of town had promised he'd work as hard at getting him votes as Hank needed to do to get ready to be a tailer. Well, here was his first chance to prove his commitment.
Hank's nose pressed into the small nest of hairs at the base of Marcus's amazing and hard dick. It therefore worked out great that Hank wanted a pause at the end of each deep thrust and feel the wettest and softest part of the tongue on the very tip of his dick, feeling the thrill of being so personally implanted in another boy for the first time.
It didn't take Marcus long to give in to the need to cum. He knew this first one would be quick. He pulled back as the moment came and told Hank to open wide. This had been his most private sexual fantasy for months now. He'd seen it in a gay porn video, but never believed he would actually ever get the chance to do it.
"I wanna watch my - oh fuuuaaaggh - cum in your - shi-fuuucckkoooghgaahhh - yeah! All - fuck! - over your - oh gahh - mmmmnnhh"
Marcus watched the first spurt of his still somewhat watery white cum shoot straight into Hank's open mouth, the second one covered the poor boy's tongue, and the third spurt slipped over the wall of lower teeth to pool below the tongue. Then Hank slipped his engorged knob back in and took to fucking out the last drops of his orgasm into the warm flooded mouth. Not only that, but the sight of seeing his cum entering the boy's mouth and knowing Hank had no choice but to swallow, got him harder.
Marcus continued to feed his friend until sensitivity took over and he collapsed back on to the bed, totally spent -- well at least for the next 30 minutes or so.
After dropping off the paperwork that made him a MAC participant, Curly was in heaven. No one suspected he was gay. He'd be able to suck dicks and get fucked and still keep his secret. He decided to go to Rock's house for the second of the promised three blowjobs.
He could hear Rock shooting baskets from the side of the house as he approached. He tried to reproduce the fake shame and disgust he'd been able to show the last time he'd been with the boy.
"I'm here," Curly announced when he got closer. "Where do you want to do it?"
"Inside," Rock said as he put up another shot. It went wide to the right and he let it bounce. "Dad is working. He won't be back for hours." He led the way to the front door and turned around to face his friend as they entered the living room.
Curly again tried to hide his excitement. It would never do to let Rock know he was actually eager to do this. No, he had to let the boy think he dreaded it.
Unabashed about being naked, Rock dropped his pants and pushed his boxers down, then stepped out of them. He reached across the gap between the two boys and gently pushed Curly down to the carpet.
Once on his knees, Curly leaned over and licked the head of Rock's cock, which was just starting to rise up. It tasted a little salty, but it wasn't bad. He then took the head of the cock into his mouth and sucked.
Rock smiled, enjoying the feeling. Curly hadn't complained about having to do it, which was nice. The feeling was wonderful; he could tell that the kid was really trying to do a good job.
Curly couldn't take the cock all the way without gagging. He took it out of his mouth and held it in his hand while he started licking the head and underside, enjoying the feeling of holding it in his hand. It was warm, and he could feel the beating of Rock's heart.
"Hey, a blowjob, remember?" Rock complained after a few seconds.
Curly curled his lips over his teeth as he put it back in his mouth, and started to bob his head up and down as far as he could on Rock's dick. He wanted to reach his hands up and under the tee shirt Rock wore, but knew that would give away his true desires.
"Ohh..." moaned Rock in pure ecstasy. He was trying to hold back to keep himself from coming. But the pleasure was too much.
"I'm going to cum!" he warned.
Curly felt Rock's dick start to jerk and moments later felt the teen's cum explode into his mouth. He bravely kept sucking and tried to swallow it all, but it was too much, causing him to gag slightly. Half-coughing and choking, he pulled his head off the dick.
Satisfied, and already looking forward to the next session, Rock looked down and smiled at Curly, whose lips were coated with cum. "Was that fun?"
Curly almost said `hell yes' but closed his mouth before the words came out. Trying to look anything other than thrilled, he said, "For you, I guess. Not so much for me."
"Your pretty face is a mess my friend," Rock said, laughing as he rose up and pulled Curly up with him. "Next time, I want it to feel even better. And tomorrow we start your training. Do you have a kit yet?"
"Yes, I got one from Mr. Bryce when I signed up." It was truly the most exciting thing Curly had ever seen. He had already started practicing with the smallest dildo.
"Okay, be here tomorrow at 9:30 AM. My dad's on the day shift now. You'll be naked for all your training sessions."
As they exited the house, Curly licked his lips and wiped off his chin with his hand. Things couldn't be working out better. He wasn't able to wipe the smile from his face as he headed home.
To be continued...