Date: Sat, 28 Jun 2014 05:19:50 -0700 From: Julian Otero Subject: Young Sailor Boys Part 3 Young Sailor Boys Part 3 Please remember to make a contribution to nifty I went to my next class but had no idea what the lesson was about. The smug feeling that came over me was distracting: I'm more attractive that I thought if a grown man like Lt. Charles was so hot for me he'd take that kind of risk. My little asshole, pressed against the wooden seat, tingled in anticipation as I thought of the upperclassmen and a few teachers that had caught my eye. I kept my mouth shut just like Lieutenant Charles said, but I soon noticed I was getting more attention than normal by some older cadets, and even some teachers. I secretly felt more powerful, and definitely more sexy. Maybe I should upgrade myself from "attractive" to "hot." Not all the attention was the kind I was happy to get. There was one upper form cadet, three years older, a heavy-set pimple faced bully who liked to lord it over us younger ones, who leered at me often. "There's trouble" I told myself. His sinister smile when he saw me always made me cautious around him. His face had the beginning markings cruelty and that scared me. On occasions when I couldn't avoid him and his bad breath he would pinch my ass hard or jamb his thumb into my asshole, then whisper some crude words about my parents' religion. I was glad I had already made a personal connection with Lt. Charles and would seek his help if I really, really had to. Later this creep became my form leader and things turned ugly. Remember the Italian boy I mentioned? Following closely after my first blow job with Lt. Charles the Italian boy and I had sex. Peter was his name. We had most classes together, lived in the same dorm, same floor, and so saw each other many times each day. He was beautiful. Peter looked gorgeous in the shower room and noticed me looking. I caught him looking too. If you want to get an idea of his body look at Donatello's bronze statue of David. Ok, Peter's waist was smaller but his ass was just as beautiful. And it was real flesh, not cold metal. How could I not look? He was slender and so perfectly proportioned; his body glowed a golden color from hours in the sun. In the water safety/survival class we got partnered together and that's when things got interesting. Learning how to survive overboard we were obliged to hold each other, our arms and legs intertwined in rescue practice. I could go overboard just to have Peter's beautiful body wrapped around me, his smiling eyes fixed on me, those white teeth and sensuous lips pressed against mine would save me for sure! In the pool we needed to take hold of various parts of our bodies and I know I made the most I of it. So did he. A few times I was able to reach under his groin to lift him, getting a good feel for what he had there, and was excited. He smiled. I knew we were on to a very good thing. At our first long weekend holiday he invited me to his house. His father picked us up and we made the two hour drive through the beautiful autumn country side. In the car images of Peter's body forced themselves into my consciousness and despite myself I created pictures of us naked together, the hottest with my face in between the checks of his smooth ass. That boy was to turn me into an ass licker in the real sense. The house was large comfortable—Mr. DeLeo was a building contractor—and it was set back amid old trees and shrubs. Like my house in many ways. My father was a lawyer; Mr. DeLeo didn't have a college education but had obviously done pretty well. We had a great dinner that night of course. His mom was a great cook. Mr. and Mrs. DeLeo were a happy and satisfied couple and it showed. I met Peter's younger brother, Anthony, age 12. The boy was as beautiful as his brother in a more delicate sort of way. The whole family was very attractive. It was during dinner that something happen to me that I never have forgotten. As the meal progressed with warm good food and laughter I secretly kept glancing at my classmate. His physical beauty was like a magnet that kept me enthralled and I couldn't help myself. A sort of wakeful trance came over me. Minutely I noticed his hands, his cheek bones and eyes, his long lashes, his jaw line and full brown hair, his sensuous lips—but most of all, his glowing and honest soul. It was that—his soul, I realized, that animated his beauty. I was too young then to say my feelings in exactly these terms, but now I know his inner beauty was the final factor. That evening around the dinner table I fell in love for the first time in my life. Of course my love was completely expressed by sex. After all, we were young teenagers so horny and anxious to come. Following dinner we went up to Peter's bedroom. We explored his model ship collection and books about sailing, his collections of coins and stamps that featured ships. His comics and drawings and clothes. Then we settled on the floor and played monopoly, joined by his brother Anthony. It was a nice warm room made cozy with rugs and pillows trophies and family pictures. My attention to the game was divided between it and thoughts of how I could get between Peter's legs. His brother keep looking at me in a sort of abstracted dreamy way and though he was as cute and desirable as his brother I kept focused on that cock I had felt pressed against me in the pool at school. When bedtime finally arrived Anthony left but only after giving Peter a few silly grins, and a grab-ass or two. A young boy did not confess love easily then, certainly not to another boy, and I was bursting to tell Peter my new found feelings. How I envy today's boys who live in a very changed environment. It was a mild night and we agreed pajamas weren't necessary. That's when things took the course I always knew they would. Both of us grew hard as soon as we were out of our clothes. He stood there looking at mine, all rigid gleaming proud six inches of it. His was as large, and not shy to display itself. Then we slipped under the covers. "Do you jerk-off?" he asked quietly before shutting the light. "I do it every night." Our hips touched on the bed though it was wide enough for two. "Sure," I said. No exaggeration. "Let's do it now!" he happily exclaimed. We started, and in the silence all that could be heard was rubbing, deep breathing, and whimpers of pleasure. After a minute he spoke again: "Let's do it to each other. That ok with you?" Ok with me? Oh, you beautiful boy! How can I put this delicately? I'd eat your shit if you wanted me to! What I said was, "Yes." Yes!, yes, yes yes! We were soon jerking on each other's cock, our heads close, breath hot and mingling, his slim smooth body slipping against mine. This was more than buddies helping each other out. I could feel real passion in his effort, and in mine too. I was flooded with emotion. My love for him was confirmed. The night was long a full of sex. After that first quick cum we examined each other from head to toe in the glow of the night light. He was a boy who had be made by nature for the improvement of the species. How easy it was to put him on a pedestal for adoration, and I did. Of Mediterranean heritage, the glow of the sunny lands was in his perfect flawless skin and happy personality. Everywhere I looked its sheen was the same, everywhere I touched it was silky smooth, even on his nice firm balls. Lips and tongue pressed against his groin, he smelled and tasted more alluring than any other of the few males I had know up until then. Kissing tasting rubbing squeezing gazing. His adolescent balls were amazing round objects, so smooth to the touch and tasty on my tongue. I kept my face there for the longest time, pressing against that beautiful boy because I wanted to enter and merge with him. That kind of desire was new to me and in that bed I learned something about loving the soul as much as loving the body. We played with each other for a long time. The cleft between the cheeks of his hard round ass was deep and mysterious and warm on the ends of my fingers. He begged for my tongue there. Yes, Peter. I'll do it. First time. This is my deep love for you: my adolescent tongue forcing into your hot asshole. In the morning he kissed me awake. Saturday it rained most of the day which was fine with me because we spent it in the attic. Up there it was the boys' world, the brother's sacred territory, away from adult eyes. It was where the models were built, where games were played and where there was a couch and lamps, and a mattress and seat cushions and blankets for the other sort of games. Peter showed me more of his stuff but soon it was obvious we were interested most of all in each other. Just as we started fondling each other his brother Anthony popped in. As desirable as his older brother, the younger one was welcome by me. Anticipation made me squirm with delight when Peter closed us into that space by lifting the retractable ladder. The rain made a soft patter overhead and the light was hazy from the small windows. Peter flopped across the mattress followed by Anthony, then me. We talked about the usual things that interest boys that age, at that time and that place. But as you might expect the topic that gains boys' interest no matter when or where eventually came up. So did our dicks come up, pushing our pajamas up and out. "You guys jerked off last night, didn't you?" asked Anthony bluntly, looking between my legs. "So?" his brother challenged. "I did!" said the younger one grinning, his hand wrapped around his stiff dick still in the flannel cloth. "You want to do it again?" Peter asked. Anthony's face broke into a huge cute smile as he opened his fly and started doing it. For twelve it was impressive. Not much smaller than his brother's, which was now also uncovered and getting careful caresses in his palm. I followed their lead. Three boys on a Saturday morning taking care of themselves in the attic. The picture is so clear in my head. The next move was Peter's. He was nearest to cuming and rose to his knees in front of his brother who, without any hesitation, moved closer and took it into his mouth. It was a hot scene to witness and made me long for a brother. It was obvious they had been doing this stuff for a long time. I imagined how it would be to play with a little brother, to awake every morning with a blow job, or to give one; to share ever minute of puberty's excitements. Brotherly love. I joined in. When Peter started to hold Anthony's head on his cock I nuzzled in for some myself. The pearly drops seeped from the boy's lips onto my tongue and none was wasted. We giggled and rested and before long fell into more sex play. Anthony was instructed by his brother to lie face down on the mattress. Then Peter leaned over his brother and kissed each cheek of his round ass and spread the boy open with his thumbs to give me a view of his small tight hole. "I'll get it ready for you," he said to me, "Anthony is one little hot fucker." With that announcement he dipped his face into the kid's crack and licked him wet. Peter located a small bottle under the couch filled with mineral oil. The little kid was used to getting it in the ass, you could tell. The was no inhibition. He lay face down on the mattress, rested his right cheek onto his folded arms, and spread his legs frog-like. He looked like a little angel. With the slickness of the oil I slid into the younger boy's ass as if it was butter. He took it without resistance, making whimpers of pleasure each time I pushed forward, each of my thrusts accompanied by my own grunts of lust. His delight added to mine and we stayed joined as Peter encouraged us, feeling us, tasting us, nibbling me, then his brother. "He like this," said his brother, "we do this all the time." I was envious. It was wild. It was my first fuck of another boy and having one so young and tender so generously introduce me to the delights of sodomy was something I've never forgotten. I felt something warm and blunt against my own asshole. I knew it was Peter. I knew Peter was going to fuck. My first time with him and I was happy it was his gorgeous cock entering me so smoothly. More mineral oil. I had to remember get some to use back at school. Could it have been better than this: to receive and give anal pleasure to two young pretty brothers already experienced in the act? Peter was an excellent lover. His rhythm was slow and deep and long. He was a natural. When he finally came his whole body was engaged, and it was powerful. Then he rested across my back. I could feel the beat of his heart and an echoing throb along a vein in his cock, which softened only slightly. We let Anthony crawl out from under so he could breath. I felt so secure and protected under Peter like that, and we stayed that way for a long time. Finally, he slowly withdrew, still almost hard, each inch by inch showing me how the ending was a pleasure part too. I felt cool air envelop my body and lick at my asshole which pulsated and radiated in the aftermath. I felt incredibly elated and my spirit soared: I knew a milestone had been passed in my education. And I knew now I was going to be his boypussy, and I liked it! We fucked all afternoon in that attic. I know I came three or four times. The kid got it in the ass three times, and gave me and his brother terrific blow jobs too. I do appreciate any feedback and will answer comments or questions. There will be more. Julian ba9ba9goodman@yahoo.com