My Dream of Mark

By: Garry

My Dream: I was working for the city of Vancouver as a drafter. I had lived in Vancouver over six years and was getting tired of the crowds and just the big city attitude. I didn't know what would happen if I said I wanted to leave but I approached my boss oneday and told him I would like to quit work to move to the prairies. I didn't have a job lined up in Regina or anything. I was going to leave and figure out what to do once I got to Regina. I had never even been to Regina before.

I was surprised when my boss told me there was a position available if I would like to take it. Of

coarse I jumped at the opportunity. I put in my one month notice and worked that day. The month seemed to fly by and it was the last day of work. The employees or my employer didn't put anything special on my last day of work. I just got some cards and well wishes. That night I packed and the next morning after breakfast headed to the airport. At the airport I saw Mark and his wife or was it his girlfriend. They were to accompany me to Regina to help me set things up at work for me. I had seen attractive looking men before but Mark had to be the best looking man I had ever seen. I didn't know what it was to be gay I just knew I liked looking at men and wasn't interested in looking at women. I hoped I would grow out of my fantasize with other men. However I had wished that as far back as I could remember. By far Mark had to be the best looking man of all the men I had seen. I tried to imagine Mark in the nude and to feel his

cock. It must have been huge just by the his big bulge in his dress pants. I tried to look away from Mark but couldn't.

It seemed like we had just taken off and then we were landing. I had planned out using my last cheque how much money I had to find an apartment and get settled in. Now on the airport bus across the isle from Mark and Janis I figured out in my head how much I could afford for an apartment for the month. It would have to be furnished to a certain extent until my furniture
arrived from Vancouver. I wasn't paying attention to where we were going and I had felt the bus come to a stop. "Here we are." Mark, as hot as ever, said and got up along with his wife and headed off the bus. I kept thinking how lucky Janis was to have Mark all to herself. I followed Mark and Janis off the bus and into a motel lobby. It was a quant motel but knew I couldn't afford to stay there even one night. I would have to find an apartment right away.

I don't know why but I followed Mark after he got his room key to his room. I guess I had planned on hopefully leaving my suit cases with Mark and Janis while I looked for a rooming house to spend the month. "The wife and I will be in the other room." Mark said once we got into his room. Why don't you take a shower so you feel refreshed after the plain ride."

"That would be nice." I said and started to take off my clothes in the bedroom beside the washroom. I was completely nude when Mark came into the room. Janis was still in the other room and for some reason I didn't expect her to walk into the bedroom.

"Could you take this cord and plug it in for me up by the bed board?" Mark said handing me the plug.

"Sure." I said and I got on my hands and knees and crawled to the top of the bed and plugged in the cord.

I had no idea what I was plugging in. Just then I heard a birring sound and something on my left ass cheek.

"What are you doing?" I asked

"Shaving your ass cheeks I think it will look better." Mark answered

For some reason I can't explain his answer seemed okay and I braced myself on my hands and knees while he shaved my ass cheek. It seemed like a crazy idea though. He was finishing shaving me and I was about to get up when I realized Mark was over top of me and his hard cock was rubbing up and down my ass crack. I didn't say anything but wondered how Mark could be doing this with his wife or girlfriend in just the next room.

"Fuck are you ever tight. I would swear this is your first time. If I didn't see the gleam in your eyes when you first saw me I wouldn't be doing this. Do you want me to stop?" Mark asked.

"No keep pumping your dick into me. It hurts like hell but your so hot looking. I never imagined my first time would be from such a hot looking guy. But what about your wife? I asked.

"She may look hot and all but she doesn't put out anymore. She sure did before we got married. Fuck all this talk I want to screw you." Mark said.

"Oh yes push it into me." I said and held my breath feeling the pain increase as Mark held my hips and I could feel his cock push further and further up my ass hole nice and slow. Then I felt his balls against my ass.

"You're the first guy I ever fucked and wow your terrific. I shouldn't have tricked you, but for me it was worth it. Is it worth it to you?" Mark asked.

I felt Mark's cock deep in my ass pressing against something that was making my cock hard. "You bet it's worth it. Wow, I never expected this before. You hit something deep in my ass." I said

"I noticed your cock is rock hard." Mark said pulling out of my ass. I felt Mark's hand close
around my hard cock.

Mark pushed back into my ass a little faster. His cock felt so good in my ass, but wished I could look into his sparkling hazel eyes as he fucked me. "Oh you feel good. I wish I could look at your great body while your pushing your cock deep in my ass." I said.

"No problem. I'll pull out and you turn over and I'll lift your legs up in the air and screw you." Mark said.

"Really wow." I said feeling Mark's cock slide out ofmy ass. No sooner than he was out of my ass I rolled over on my back and started to lift my legs in the air. Thank goodness Mark helped me raise my legs over my head.

Once he had my legs over my head he said when I get up and start pushing my cock in your ass let down your legs so they droop over my shoulders. I never did this but it sounds like a good idea. I get to fuck you and you get to look at me fucking you." Mark
said.

"Oh this does feel nice." I said looking up into Mark's eyes as he pushed more of his cock into me. I couldn't help moaning with lust.

"Your ass is so tight." Mark said. "I always wanted to fuck Janis in her ass but she wouldn't let me and I didn't want to push it."

Mark was sliding his cock slowly in and out of my ass as he looked down at me. I could see a wild side of him coming out. "Fuck this is good. Really good."Mark said over and over.

"Yes, oh yes Mark fuck me hard." I said

Mark was pushing his cock in and out of my ass faster and harder sweat was dripping off his chest on to me and mixed with my sweat. He kept humping me over and over. I could feel my cock rock hard and wished I could jack off I was so horny, but Mark was leaning over my cock.
My balls were full of cum I could feel them. Mark slammed into me again and suddenly I felt my balls explode sending my cum up and out of my cock.

Just as I exploded my cum all over my stomach Mark moaned. "I'm cummin. I'm cummin. Thank you. OH thank you. How can I thank you?"

"The next time you get horny remember where I am and screw me again." I said.

If Only

I looked forward to beginning college for a number of reasons. Since,
being as objective as possible, I was fairly bright, I had been tracked for
college since early elementary school. When I was accepted to the
University of Illinois, it was as much a relief as anything else.

In addition, I had spent all my life in a very small town. I don't regret
a second of the experience, but I was ready for a change.

And one of the big reasons for looking forward to the move was that
hopefully I could find more people to screw around with, both girls and
guys. With an enrollment of 35,000, U of I seemed to at least have some
potential in that regard.

My first home on campus was Oglesby Hall. Although I was taken by the fact
that it was the newest facility, I didn't appreciate the drawback of it
being at the other end of the known universe from most of my classes until
it was too late.

New student week was a blur. Lots of people, still some money left from
summer jobs, and no classes for awhile yet. I met a lot of people, and
forgot most of their names almost immediately. But some made an
impression.

Steve was one of the first people that I really hit it off with. He was
from Morton, Illinois, a sort of suburb of Peoria. He appeared to be
reserved on the surface, but as I got to know him better he liked to just
sit back and observe the goings on around him. It was an air of near
detachment that for many was an affectation, but for Steve was his way of
not taking life any more seriously than necessary.

It was about the end of new student week when we were in the dining room
finishing our institutional lasagna, talking about movies. 2001 A Space
Odyssey had just hit the theatres, and with the HAL computer having been
created in Urbana, there was an additional tie-in. Neither one of us had
seen it, but it was in our plans.

"As much as I would hate to end all the speculation, we could just actually
go see the movie" I suggested.

"That might work" replied Steve, "but there is a meeting I was going to
tonight."

"Oh, I didn't mean tonight. I've got something else to go to, too. Maybe
the weekend. Matinee or something."

"Sounds like a plan. Catch you later."

What I didn't mention to Steve is that the event on my calendar was a
meeting of the gay students in the Union.

Now I suspected from reading the available information on student
organizations that the gay students group was more political, more
agenda-driven, than social. And that's fine. But I was hoping to find some
people like myself who were less concerned about defining themselves
through their sexual preference than just getting laid as much as possible.

That being the objective, the last thing I wanted to be was on time, or –
gasp – early to the meeting. The idea was to be about the last one in,
maybe 5 or 10 minutes after the meeting started, so everyone can check you
out, and vice versa.

So about 7:00 I entered the Illini Union, walked around for about 5
minutes, and then entered the meeting room through the rear door (no jokes,
please).

A number of heads turned, and I returned the more obvious attempts at eye
contact with a smile and a nod. I pretended to concentrate on the
ever-so-earnest speaker, when there was a tap on my shoulder.

"You really need to get here earlier if you want a seat, Stu" Steve
whispered.

That would go down as one of the more WTF moments of the semester. I made
a vain attempt to regroup.

"Your meeting over already?"

"Nope. Started about 8 minutes ago, same as yours."

We needed to put a damper on our conversation, muted as it was, so as not
to be unduly rude to the rest of the group. But at that point I could – as
we used to say – give a shit less about the rest of the meeting.

Finally, the speakers were done, a sign up sheet was passed around – I
wonder what happened to the letters they sent to Hermie Melville or Hank
Thoreau – and we were out of there.

Steve and I walked together down the Quad.

"So can I ask what you found interesting about the meeting?" he eventually
asked.

"Actually very damn little. And I wasn't expecting much either."

"So why go? Got to be enough to do around here otherwise."

"Take a wild guess."

"If I had to take a wild guess, it would be that you went for the same
reason I did."

"Being?"

"To scout out the talent."

I laughed.

"So what did you think of what you found?"

"I think there is some serious potential. What about you?"

"Definitely some areas for follow up."

"Agreed. But I think both our roommates are in the rooms studying."

"Damn pre-meds. But I think we could probably find a quiet spot in one of
these buildings. Pick - Lincoln or Gregory."

Lincoln Hall and Gregory Hall were two adjacent buildings on the south end
of the Quad. Lincoln was larger, and usually had less traffic.

"Lincoln."

We walked into Lincoln, and then took a flight of stairs up to the third
floor. We saw no one. A restroom was down the hall about 30 feet to our
left. Empty.

"You kiss?" I asked. Some did, some didn't.

"Come here and find out."

The answer was yes, and well. As our tongues played together, we groped
our denim-covered cocks which were trying to rip out of our jeans.

"Let's get in a stall, just in case."

I quickly grabbed the seat, which gave me first dibs on cock. Steve pulled
his out – a nice, cut 6-incher – and I went to work.

Ordinarily when it's someone I like and it's the first time, I really want
to make the blowjob a work of art, something that would hang in the x-rated
section of the Louvre. But usually those occasions are not in a public
bathroom.

So a quickie it was. But his cock and cum were no less sweet for the
haste.

After I had milked the last of his juice, we switched places. Steve's oral
skills got me off in no time, and my knees nearly buckled as I shot my load
down his throat.

We got everything back inside our jeans, got all zipped up, and then left
the bathroom just as someone was entering. We did our best to keep a
straight face, although the look we got suggested that we were not all that
successful. Too bad.

So at least I had made one sexual connection that seemed likely to keep me
from going too long without getting my rocks off. The fact that he was a
good guy as well was a bonus.

Not that it was in any way easy. With 50 other guys on the floor, you
couldn't really be overt. Having to coordinate our class schedules, our
roommates class schedules, and our sexual activities should have gotten us
at least one hour's credit. Would have stood out on a transcript, for
sure.

Once classes got started the semester really started to fly by. Late
October and early November saw midterms hit, and then we started into
cruise control before Thanksgiving break.

It was about two weeks before Thanksgiving that Steve gave me some news.

"Hey, you know they have that science thing down here next week?"

That "science thing" was a program for hyper-intelligent junior and senior
high school students to spend some time visiting campus. The part in the
movie about the HAL computer being invented in Urbana was not all that
far-fetched. The Illinois faculty collected Nobel prizes like the Southern
California backfield collected Heisman trophies, although they probably
made less money doing it.

So the more they could expose the school to the best young minds, the
better. At least that was the theory. And thus the event that was called
– for obvious reasons – "Nerd Weekend" – although any one of them would
have explained how that was incorrect because the program began on a
Thursday and technically the weekend didn't begin until a Friday until you
stuffed them in a closet to shut them up.

"Yeah, I know. You planning on getting smart or something?"

"Nah, too late for me. But my brother and one of his friends are coming
down."

"Lucky you."

He smiled. "Maybe."

I was puzzled, and he did nothing to solve it.

"I made need a favor, though."

"Such as?"

"Ed (Ed was Steve's roommate} is going back home to get an early start on
Thanksgiving. But I still need another bed."

"Luck is with you. Jim (my roomie) is heading out, too."

"So you don't mind putting up with a 13 year old for three days?"

"As long as he doesn't make too much noise with his slide rule we'll be
fine."

I didn't give it a lot of thought after that. I was taking 19 hours, an
overload, and was a James Scholar – an honors program of sorts – and so was
using what for most students was a blow off period to try to maintain some
sort of acceptable academic standing. Running a mini youth hostel was not
exactly on the front burner.

But as happens before Thursday, Wednesday rolled around. With both of our
roommates gone, having set a school record by cutting out 8 days early for
Thanksgiving, we were able to get some rather leisurely sex in after lunch.

One of the things you learned to do when engaging in sex – any kind of sex
– in the residence halls was to put the mattresses on the floor. The beds
were on rollers, and usually right against the gypsum board walls. Figure
it out.

So it was that Steve and I were laying on the floor in his room, his cock
still in my ass, when the subject of the weekend's logistics became
inevitable.

"I figure my brother will be in your room, and his friend Dan with me."

"I could give a shit less, but I would have thought the opposite."

"Hey, you'll really like Tim. And it gives him a chance to get to know
someone new."

"Like I said, I could give a shit. What time they getting in?"

"My folks were going to bring them down tonight after supper. Probably
about 8:00."

"O.K. I'll make sure all the women are gone. Or at least dressed."

Steve started laughing.

"Thanks, but you know that was really lame."

"I know, but..."

Phone. Not a reach over and pop it open cell phone, but a black sit on the
desk and the cord comes out of the wall phone. My ass bid adieu to Steve's
cock, and I got dressed and headed to my room to get my books for my 2:00
class. As I left, I could hear him engaged in conversation with someone
wanting to sell him a newspaper subscription.

The afternoon came and went. Then supper in the dining room. Baked
spaghetti. (Didn't we have regular spaghetti for lunch yesterday?) Then a
little studying in the basement library.

The library wasn't much of a library. But it was quieter than most other
places in Oglesby Hall. And you always stood the chance of meeting a girl
from neighboring Trelease.

I had dozed off with my head on my linear algebra text – it seemed to work
as well as actually trying to read it – and was awakened by Steve tapping
me on the shoulder.

"So that's your study secret."

"Don't tell anyone until I publish the research."

"I thought you were suppose to publish and then make up the research."

"That's only for federal grants."

"Ah, o.k. Hey, company's here."

We hopped on the elevator and went up to fifth floor. Tim and Dan were in
Steve's room.

They were both about 5'4". Dan was a blonde; Tim had Steve's dark hair.
Both wore glasses. They probably didn't weigh 200 pounds combined. I
noted neither pocket protectors, nor extensive acne, so they didn't qualify
as geek poster children.

"Gentlemen, welcome to Oglesby Five."

"Thank you" Dan offered. Tim remained quiet, his apparent reticence not
that far removed from his brother's normally reserved behavior.

"Tim, you wanna go put your stuff in my room?"

"Sure." He speaks.

We walked down the hall into 511. I gestured to Tim to make himself at
home on Jim's side of the room.

"Closet's not locked so if you need to hang some things up feel free."

"Thanks."

Apparently the stores were not enforcing a limit on plaid madras shirts
because it seemed like that was the only thing in Tim's suitcase. Not that
I didn't have one or two in the closet myself.

Tim emptied his suitcase and slid it in the space between the end of Jim's
bed and his desk. The rooms in the residence hall would have made an
Apollo astronaut claustrophic, so having room for one extra thing was a
bonus.

"So let's go see what Dan and your brother want to do."

"I think maybe not now," Tim answered.

"Why do you think that?"

"Cuz they're probably getting it on."

WTF Moment Number 2.

"They're what?"

"I think you heard me," he smiled. Great smile. "They like to play around
with each other."

"O.K. That would explain..."

"That would explain why Dan is staying with him, yes."

"So I guess we won't be meeting them for breakfast."

"I hope not."

"Why is that?"

"Cuz I want to be playing around with you."

WTF Moment Number 3 over and out.

I am rarely speechless, but this was too much too soon.

"Steve says you're great. I've been wanting to make it with you since he
told me I'd be staying here."


I couldn't quite put my finger on it, but I was beginning to feel caught up
in a sort of sexual hurricane. I turned out to be right.

"Well. What the hell. Why not?"

I locked the door, and then, with Tim and I each taking an end, we took the
mattresses off the bed and made a sort of queen-sized play area on the
floor.

Throwing my clothes in the general direction of my bed – or at least the
non-mattress portion – I stripped and turned to check on my soon to be new
lover."

WTF Moment Number 4 I have died and am proceeding to heaven.

Sticking out from between Tim's legs through a still expanding patch of
pubic hair was a fucking fire hose. Except this fire hose was standing
almost straight up and was over 8 inches long.

"Tim, we are going to have a great weekend."

I knelt in front of him, almost in homage to the most magnificent cock I
had ever seen. I ran my hands over it like an archeologist who has
unearthed a long-lost treasure.

"Are you going to suck it? A lot of people like to suck it."

Where to begin with something like that? I put one hand on the base, not
that the thing needed any support, and use the other to guide the tip into
my mouth. Knowing that I could in no way take all of him, down my throat
anyway, I took my time.

I very tenderly worked the head of his cock with my lips and tongue.
Around the head, an inch or two up the shaft, a little tickle on the piss
slit, then repeat. Repeatedly.

"That's nice."

I relinquished my prize long enough to say thanks, but quickly resumed my
duties.

"Can I suck you, too?"

Since a verbal answer would have required taking Tim's dick out of my
mouth, I carefully rotated my body until my cock was in his face. The
subtle hint was not lost.

Tim had some degree of skill, and a lot of eagerness. That is a tough
combination to beat under most circumstances, and this was no exception.
He was taking it quicker than I might have under the circumstances, and
that, coupled with the incredible sexiness of the moment had me near an
explosion.

"Tim, you're doing great, but you may want to take it a bit easier. I'm
almost ready now."

"I know. I want you to cum right away, so we can fuck."

I caught his drift. So we can fuck, meant so I can fuck you. Oh my God.

"You want that up my ass, do you?"

"Yeah, and you want it up your ass, too."

Well, what is life without a challenge.

"Then you better finish sucking my cock then, hadn't you?"

Tim probably did not need the extra encouragement, knowing that me getting
my rocks off was the only thing keeping him from royally screwing my ass,
but he rose to the challenge. It took less than two minutes, and I had
fired my load down his throat.

"Good work, amigo. First time I'll bet."

Tim laughed. "First time was a while ago. But I'm glad you liked."

Now the moment was at hand. There were storage drawers, the rooms being
too small for dressers, built into the beds. I reached in and found the
never-far-from-me and in this case absolutely necessary jar of Vaseline.

"You know what to do with this, right?"

"Just roll over, you'll see."

I've always like laying on my side when I take it up the ass, seems more
leisurely. There are times when I like it a little more vigorous, and will
be on all fours or leaning against or over some wall or piece of furniture,
but vigor in this case might have proved fatal for me. This one was gonna
be as easy as I could take it, considering what was going to be going up my
ass.

Tim started by wiping the lube around my asshole. Then he added more, and
inserted one, and then two fingers to loosen me up a little more. I guess
I must have let out a satisfied sounding moan because I heard him ask "you
like?"

I think I answered "mmmm" or something else that could have been
interpreted in the affirmative, because I felt what had to be a third
finger enter. The little SOB was gonna have me ripped in two without even
using his cock.

"Showtime, Tim. Let's get fucking."

I could feel what I thought was Tim applying some more Vaseline to his
dick, and then I felt the head of his cock at my asshole. Here goes.

"Slow and steady, Tim."

I felt the initial penetration, which given the working over Tim had given
me with his fingers wasn't as much of a shock as it might have been. Then
there was more, and more, and still more. Glorious.

"How are you doing, Stu?"

"I'm getting fucked by the hottest cock on the planet, how do you think I'm
doing?"

"You think I'm hot?"

"Tim, if you weren't already illegal, you'd have to be outlawed."

"You don't mind that I'm not in high school or college or anything?"

"Are you enjoying this?"

"Yeah, you know that better than anyone."

"Anybody making you do this against your will?"

"No."

"Then what's to mind. Anytime you don't want my cum down your throat, or
your cum up my ass, just say so. Otherwise enjoy."

"Speaking of my cum up your ass..."

"Yeah, back on topic. How are we doing?"

"Halfway in, little more, little less."

Halfway. Sheez.

"Let's get it all in, then you can do some pounding."

Tim grabbed my hips to get some more leverage. I could feel his dick
going, in the cliché of the day, where no man had gone before. And few
since.

"Done. Now time for you to get seriously fucked."

Tim started out with slow, gradually lengthening strokes. Even after a
number of years, and a number of cocks, I still struggle trying to describe
the feeling. It was just off the charts.

His strokes started getting longer and more violent. I had never
experienced anything like it; each thrust felt like it would tear me apart.
Needless to say, I loved it.

I laid there with my eyes closed, moving my hips back to meet his strokes.
I could hear his breathing quicken, then stop. I knew what was next.

"Don't yell" I cautioned, just in time.

Tim turned his head and grunted, growled, you name it, into the mattress.
He was quiet for several minutes.

"How're you doin' back there?" I asked.

"I'm great."

"I'm supposed to say that."

Even Tim laughed...a little.

"You liked it, huh?"

"Liked is not the word. I was in heaven. You know I'm gonna need this
again before you leave."

"I hoped you would say that. I'll bet you wouldn't mind doin' me sometime
either."

"Well, I wouldn't turn you down, that's for sure."

The phone rang. I usually don't like getting out of bed to answer phone
calls, especially if it involves leaving a naked partner unattended. But I
had a hunch who it was.

I was right.

"So, did you and Tim hit if off?"

"Let's just say you're in my will."

"Why don't you two think about getting some clothes on? We were gonna head
out to Mr. G's and get some pizza."

"Yeah, as if you're dressed. See you downstairs in five."

The four of us met in the elevator lobby at the appointed time. Everyone
had this JBF look to them that would, if anyone had been paying attention,
been a dead giveaway to the evenings activities. The lobby was, however,
empty.

We walked across Florida Avenue, traffic being light, to Steve's car, and
headed to Urbana for our pizza. I usually prefer the thick-crust Chicago
style pizza, widely available on campus, but sometimes the think crust,
square-cut variety had its appeal. And I had worked up a serious appetite.

As drank our pitcher of Pepsi and waited for our pizza, Steve and I sat
there observing the almost giddy looks Dan and Tim exchanged with each
other. While I hated to be the one to have to break into their reveries,
there was the matter of the purpose of their visit to discuss.

"Hey, far be it from me to be an adult or anything, but where do you have
to go tomorrow for this program, and when do you have to be there?"

Dan reached into his jeans pocket and retrieved a heavily folded piece of
paper.

"It says South Lounge Illini Union 9:00 a.m. They are going to take us
around to places from there."

"So you need to leave Oglesby at 8:30, latest."

"Shit" said Steve. "I've got nothing tomorrow until 11:00."

"I've got an 8:00 trig class in Altgeld..."

"Idiot" Steve interjected.

"True, but I still have to go. You guys can either walk up with me and
hang out in the Union for an hour, or go later by yourselves."

"What are the chances you two are going to get up on your own?" Steve
asked.

Tim and Dan looked at each other.

"Zero" Tim answered.

"Or at least approaching zero" Dan agreed.

"O.K. I be your native guide. You eat breakfast, Dan?"

"Usually."

"Tim?"

"No. Wake me up at maybe 10 after 8."

"Done."

The arrival of the pizza ended the logistical phase of our discussion. We
spent about 20 minutes in small talk mixed with food consumption and then
returned to Oglesby.

We said goodnight to Steve and Dan, then retired to my room.

I made no comment to Tim, but stripped and flopped on the mattresses, this
time taking a sheet, blanket, and pillow with me. He soon joined me.

"So Steve figured we'd get it on, huh?"

"Yeah. He kind of watches out for me."

"How's that?"

"Well, you know I'm kind of..."

"Yeah. Very much so."

"And he's worried that I might attract the wrong kind of person."

"I can see where that would be a problem. So am I the right kind of
person, so far anyway?"

He leaned over and kissed me.

"Steve said you liked that, too. And that's a yes, by the way."

I leaned over and brushed my lips against his.

"Good. But there is an obvious question, albeit none of my business,
really."

"I know, and the answer is no we don't. We jerk off together, and
sometimes one of us will watch the other do it with someone else, but Steve
and I have never made it. I think he's conflicted a little, me took,
maybe."

"Well, however you've worked it out, seems like you're doing pretty good."

"You liked the blow job, huh?"

"Yeah. As they say, I never had a bad one, but you are a talent."

"Thank Dan. We practice a lot."

"I will remember that. Now do you want to get it on again, or grab some
sleep? Morning will come earlier than you think."

"I was gonna say you could suck my cock for a few minutes, but then we'd be
back at it. Let's get some sleep. We've got all weekend."

Tim rolled over and faced away from me. He made no objection when I slid
over beside him and put my arm around him.

"Good night, lover." I gave the back of his neck one last kiss.

"Night."

I woke up about 7:00. I hadn't set the alarm clock, but ordinarily I am
not a late sleeper. I threw on a robe and grabbed a towel and headed off
to the bathroom to grab a shower before breakfast.

There were about 6 showers on each floor. Unlike some of the older
residence halls, there was an individual changing area for each shower. I
usually took the farthest unoccupied one. As I walked to the end of the
row, I heard someone else in one of the stalls.

"Hi, Stu."

"Morning, Dan."

I leaned over and whispered "I see Steve let you escape".

He whispered back "yeah, and you left that cock of Tim's all by itself in
your bed".

"What could I do, it was too heavy to lift?"

Dan laughed. Then he pulled his robe off and turned to face me.

"I bet this would be easier to lift."

His dick was maybe half the size of Tim's, but was fully erect.

"I can think of other things to do besides lift it" I answered.

"Like what?"

"Like stand on this bench and find out."

Dan was standing on the bench in an instant. I bent over just a little,
and started slipping his cock into my mouth. Just exquisite.

However, before I could get really into sucking his cock, one of the
bathroom doors opened. I ducked into the next shower stall, hoping that
whoever it was had just come in to take a leak. No luck. Shower time had
begun in earnest.

Dan and I finished our showers about the same time, and as we walked out
the door into the hallway he whispered to me "Tim and Steve's folks are
driving down tonight to take them out to dinner. You're gonna be stuck
looking after me."

As if I was going to pay attention in class anyway.

My Gift

I love the holidays at granny's. I'm a military brat and the only time I get to see granny and papa is during the holidays. When I was young we lived close to them. I practically grew up on their farm. I love the big old house. Dad was the third of nine boys. He had one sister, number four in line of birth.
The only real drawback is that of all of the thirty nine current grandchildren, I am the only grandson. All of my uncles have at least three girls and my aunt has five. She does have one son but he is only four at this time. My dad was the jack leg with only one child and a son at that. I was very popular. My grandparents dote on me and my cousins think that I am the cutest guy in the world. It wouldn't be bad having ten or twelve teenage girls hanging on to me except that I am a cocksucker, confirmed and forever.
My mother was a Choctaw/Cherokee Indian girl that dad met while in college. They married and had one child and it wasn't my brother or sister, smart ass. I was pampered as an only child can be. My mother's parents were great and I loved living on the old Indian reservation with them. Dad is career Army. He finished college and took his commission from his ROTC in 1995. I was born in 1991 and I was hell on wheels as dad worked to graduate from college while supporting my mother and me and keeping his grades up.
Both of my folks love their extended families so we spend most of our time with one or the other. Granny and Papa live sixty miles from where dad's college was with nana and Pap pa twenty miles beyond that.
When I was ten mom and I went with dad on an assignment to Spain. I don't remember a whole lot about it because I was miserable. I didn't get to see pap pa or papa. I didn't get to go hunting or get to ride my horse. I complained all of the time until I realized that my mother was sick. She could not catch her breath and languished away. I hated Spain for taking my mother from me. Our traditional gathering at granny's put me back in shape as Thanksgiving day granny took me to her bedroom and sat with me in her lap and sang and rocked with me all afternoon. She explained that my mother had a lung disease that had been taking her away from us for many years and daddy wanted to be with her until the end. He could not leave his job with the Army and did not want me to be alone when she died so he had taken us with him to Spain. She died as she had wanted, with the man she loved and her only son at her side.
I stayed with dad as he returned to Spain for six more months then we moved to the Netherlands. I enjoyed myself there as I learned who I was and what life had to offer me. Dad was assigned to the American Counsel so we lived in a house in the center of a big city. We arrived at the end of the school year so I stayed home until the new session took up in the fall. What dad didn't know was that the hotel across the street from our house was a boy's whore house.
The third day in our new home I went to explore my surroundings. I met a boy a little older than myself and we became instant friends. I had just turned thirteen and had some wild changes happening in my body. My dad had explained a little of what was happening to me but I had a million questions and I could tell that he wasn't comfortable talking to me about it so I played dumb and nodded my head and let him off of the hook.
My new friend, Kurt, was ready to tell all. By the end of the first day I had learned that he belonged to the man who owned the hotel and that he gave his body for sex with men at their will. He called the hotel owner his burger. His English was not good and his accent was strong but that is what I heard. I never learned the meaning of the word. I know that a Berger Meister is like a mayor of a town so I wondered if the man was somehow his Berger or his owner or something. It was nothing that Kurt would talk about so I let it drop.
Now I had only discovered jacking off a few weeks before and had only had my first wet orgasm the day before. I didn't have much, just a drop of stuff oozed to the top of my four inch cock, but it felt so fucking good that I wanted to hurry and get home to do it again. Kurt convinced me to let him show me a better way.
I snuck Kurt into my room and we locked the door. He told me that he likes to suck cocks but his favorite is to lick ass holes. All of this was new and gross but exciting to me and I couldn't wait to try it. He told me that he would do everything with me on one condition, I had to get totally naked and let him do whatever he wanted this one time. I did not have to do it again but if I wanted to learn what it was then I had to be willing to go with it this time. I agreed and stripped naked.
I stood before him in all of my thirteen year old glory. I was now four foot nine and weighed seventy nine pounds. My skin was pale, pasty white from being inside so much for the last two years. I had three tiny little hairs above my four and a quarter inch cock that was about as thick as a quarter. At the bequest of both of my grandfathers, I was uncut.
Kurt was blonde. He was so blonde his hair looked transparent. His skin was pale and he was the same color from head to toe. His cock was almost four inches long and about as thick as the cigars my dad liked to smoke. As with most Europeans he too was uncut. His blue green eyes sparkled as he looked at me. He had the faintest of freckles on the bridge of his nose and the rosy red cheeks of youth highlighted his beautiful face.
Our first order of business was to explore the other's body. Since I was virgin in every aspect I was allowed to go first. Kurt encouraged me where I would hesitate. I looked up his nose and in his ears. I looked at his arm pits and I tickled his ribs. I examined each toe as closely as I could and eyeballed every inch of his long, skinny, thirteen year old legs.
By the time I got to his crotch my cock was harder than it had ever been. It hurt, it was so hard. I wanted to jack off but Kurt wouldn't let me. He made me look at his-he called it his peter. He made me pull back the skin and lick the head. I took his cock in my mouth and sucked it as he instructed me on the various ways of fellating a phallus. I required little instruction once I had him in my mouth. I took to it at once with a relish. I had never done anything that I enjoyed as much as sucking his sweet cock.
Next he pulled his legs back and had me look in his butt. I was mesmerized as I looked into his tiny little pink hole. He told me that he wanted to be fucked so bad but that his burger wouldn't allow it. He told me that he personally inspected all of his boys and when he was satisfied that they were ready to be fucked that he did it for their first time. So far Kurt had not even been considered.
I asked him what he did with men. He told me that the men he was with liked really young boys and they would treat him like a king. They would lick his whole body and suck his peter. They loved to eat his ass as he sucked their big peters. He loved to make them cum again and again. He said that the men would let him fuck them over and over again. Since his peter was so small it did not hurt them and they really liked him up inside them. He told me that with his small hands that he was often asked to fist men. He told me how he could put his whole hand, and most of his arm up inside of their butts and fuck them. He would get hold of their nut and squeeze it while he sucked on their big peters. He said that this made the most cum and he loved to just drink and drink of their juice as he played with the inside of their butts.
I thought this sounded so sick then he told me that he would have to wash his arm for hours afterwards and that he felt so dirty but they gave him a lot of money for doing this to them. I asked him how much money he made. He told me everything went to the burger but that the burger gave him money to buy clothes and CDs and just about anything he wanted every Monday.
I was still looking at his ass hole and I put my finger to it. He moaned and told me how good it felt. He told me to get my finger wet and put it back again. I did, then he told me to push it inside him. I did it. His eyes rolled back as he moaned. He told me that it felt so good. I pulled my finger out and smelled it. I didn't smell anything so I licked it. It was clean so I got it wet and pushed in again. He liked that. I began to fuck his ass with my finger and he just pulled his legs back and pushed his butt up to me.
He told me to put in another finger. I pulled out and got two wet. This time I tasted something but I was so far gone I didn't care. As I pushed two fingers in I tasted what was in my mouth. I decided that it tasted okay and kept on finger fucking him. He told me that if I wanted to suck his peter that I should hurry. I took his skinny tool into my mouth just as he let go of a shot of his cum. He didn't shoot a whole lot but I could tell that he had shot in my mouth. I tasted it and it was good. He pushed me away and lay his legs down.
He rolled over and told me that it was his turn. He did almost the same to me as I had done to him except that he used his tongue instead of his eyes as he went over every inch of my body. I thought I would die happy as he licked my arm pits and around my stomach. He stopped to suck each of my titties, I call them nipples now but then I was just a little kid, okay?
He licked between each toe and used his teeth on the bottom of my feet. I was in a frenzy of ecstasy. He worked his way up my legs, front and back only stopping when he got to my pucker. He had me pull my legs back and place my hands at the back of my knees to hold them open for him. He dove into my ass and worked his tongue inside me. I had never thought of doing this. I had seen my papa's old dog lick his ass hole one time and thought it was sick but now I wondered if that dog felt as good as I did. Too bad I can't lick my own ass hole.
Kurt kept licking for the longest time as my cock got harder and harder. I looked at it and I swear it was bigger than it ever had been. After he had made a meal of my ass he began to suck and lick on my balls. I was over the hill by this time. I felt his finger go in my ass as he took both of my little grape sized nuggets into his mouth and rolled them about, all the while fucking his finger in and out of my butt, making me shiver with emotions that I never knew existed in my body.
Kurt pulled his finger out and sucked it clean making a big show of it for me then he put two fingers back inside of me and at once began to suck my cock into his mouth. He was moving up and down on me, sort of like jacking me off with his mouth. It felt so wonderful that I never wanted it to stop. His fingers were hitting something in my butt that made me go insane with joy as his mouth worked on my hard cock paying my ragingly sensitive cock head special attention. I started to cum so hard that it burned it's way out of my body.
Now I had only had my first wet orgasm the day before but it didn't shoot out, it just kind of oozed out. This was so fucking different and so fucking good. I shot and I shot like I never had and it made my whole body feel so good. I felt like I was cumming from my toes and from the back of my head. My heart was pounding and my chest was pumping. My whole body was trying to get out through the head of my humongous cock inside the mouth of the most wonderful person on the face to the planet. I loved this cocksucker more than anyone I had ever known. I didn't ever want to quit.
Kurt quit pumping on my dick but he kept it in his mouth. He stopped fucking his fingers in and out but he slowly rubbed against that one spot up in my butt. It felt so good and soothing. In just moments I could feel my cock go hard again as I began to fuck into his mouth. He was right with me as he began to suck me in earnest again. Slowly he moved his fingers in and out of my tortured ass hole as he kept up his ministrations on my turgid boy meat. As I began to meet his movements with my pelvic thrusts he returned to fucking my ass with his fingers, never ceasing to hit that one spot with force on each stroke. Again I had a powerful orgasm that totally wrecked my body and left me in a gasping heap on my bed.
Kurt crawled up and lay beside me with his face on my chest, his eyes locked on mine. As my breath returned he leaned in and kissed me. I had never kissed anyone but my mother or grandmothers. This was so cool. I put my arm around him and held him as we kissed. His tongue darted into my mouth and I could taste my cum. I stuck my tongue in his mouth and searched for more of my love juice. I loved the taste of it. I loved the taste of him. I loved him. Yeah, I loved this little cock sucker.
We lay together for an hour then we got into a sixty nine position and he showed me how to make love to a boy as we sucked and finger fucked each other to another mind rocking orgasm. I knew for a fact that I loved what I was doing and wanted to do it from now on. Kurt asked me to fuck him. I asked about his burger dude. He told me that my cock was still small enough that he didn't think that anyone could tell but he really wanted it. He told me that he would do anything I wanted.
My devious little mind went into gear as I told him of my desire. He agreed and I got on my knees between his legs. I got the best end of the deal. I thought that his blow job was great, the feelings in my cock as I fucked his hot, tight ass was in a whole new category. I am, now and forever, a cocksucker but I loved fucking that boy's tight little pucker. I didn't cum with the intensity that I did in his mouth but somehow I felt even more satisfied and drained. I rolled over and fell asleep.
It was almost dark out when Kurt awakened me. He had to get home and get ready to go to work. He agreed to meet me at this one door at eleven thirty. We worked out a secret knock. If he did not return my knock before opening the door I was to run like mad and hide. The door was massive and had four locks on it so I would have time to run if the wrong person were opening it.
My dad came home and we had dinner together. He saw how happy I was and talked to me about it. I told him that I had made a friend in the neighborhood. He was very happy at that. He felt like I would have a better time if I had a friend or two until school started. I would be going to the military base school but that was still two months away. We ate and talked about his day then he tucked me into bed and kissed me.
At eleven fifteen I snuck out of bed and slipped my jeans and a tee shirt on. I pulled on my sneakers with no socks and slipped out of the house after making sure that I had my door key. I went around to a side door at the rear of the alley. I knocked in our pre-arranged manner. In moments came the expected reply. I heard the locks being turned then the door opened and Kurt stood there motioning for me to hurry in. I moved through the door as he closed and locked it. He led me up a stairway to a small room. There was a bed and a wardrobe in it and he had a CD player on a chair by the bed. He had a few CDs but I couldn't make out the names as they were all in a foreign language. He had me pull the covers over me and lay still and not talk above a whisper.
Maybe ten minutes later there was a knock at the door. Kurt opened the door as a deeper voice said something to him. He answered and got out of bed. As the person left he told me to follow him but to watch out. We went into this one room and he had me get under the bed. In a minute another door opened and I could see the naked legs and feet of a grown man. Kurt was talking to him and it seemed that the man was very excited. Kurt told me it was okay to come out from under the bed.
Before me stood a man of about forty or fifty. He was naked and very hairy. He had a big, hard cock and it was pointing at my chest. He was very happy and talking a mile a minute. Kurt put his fingers to his mouth and said something to the man. The man began to talk quietly as Kurt told me to get undressed. He undressed and took my hand to lead me over to the bed. The man was drooling on himself as he climbed on the bed with us. Kurt told me that he wanted to eat my ass. I got on my knees as the man began to lick and suck on my ass hole. His tongue was much longer than Kurt's and it felt so good. I was loving what was happening.
The man turned me over and sucked my cock and licked my balls then licked my ass again. He said something to Kurt who told me to get on top of the man and sixty nine him. I couldn't wait. I was going to get my first grown up cock. I started sucking as he was sucking me. He put his fat finger in my butt and it hurt it was so big. He wet his finger and put it back all the while Kurt was talking to him. I guess he was telling the man that I was a total virgin and to take it easy with me.
I made the man cum in my mouth and I loved the taste and the amount. He had Kurt get on him in a sixty nine and had me get up behind and fuck Kurt. I was ready for this one. I fucked my friend like an old pro. I lasted a long time and I made him cum twice into the man's hungry mouth. When I finished cumming the man sucked my cock clean then he began to suck my cum from Kurt's just fucked ass hole. I went down and helped Kurt suck the man's massive cock and we made him cum again. He was so happy. It was time for the man to go. He got up and took his bill fold from a plastic bag on the bedpost and pulled out a big wad of money. He gave a lot to Kurt and a lot to me. Kurt told me to get my pants on and get under the bed. He gave me some of the money he had and told me to put it in my pocket. I got under the bed and the man left.
In a moment the door opened again and I heard Kurt talking to another man. The door shut and Kurt told me to hurry. I got out from under the bed and we ran back to his room. He didn't have any money. He told me that he had to give it to his burger. I pulled out the money I had and he told me to take it home. He would meet me the next day and we could go somewhere to eat and shop. He helped me sneak out and I went home.
I counted the money when I got into my bedroom. The man had given us over three hundred Euros. I knew that this was a lot of money by any standard. I hid the money under my mattress and went to sleep. Kurt knocked on the door the following morning. Our housekeeper let him in to my room. I was still asleep as he came in and stroked my naked back and butt. I had not showered from the night before and when I moved the man's odor was overpowering on me. Kurt wrinkled his nose as I moved to go shower. I asked him to join me. He was naked in a moment and followed me to the bathroom. We took our time washing every part of each other then we had a high protein breakfast of each other's young ball juice.
We dressed and headed out. The housekeeper had breakfast ready for me but I told her I would catch something later that I had some sights to see with my new friend and guide. Kurt told me that the exchange rate for Euros at the time was about even, dollar for dollar. I told him that there was over three hundred dollars. He told me that he had given his burger a hundred which is normal. He told me that the man really liked me and wanted to do it with both of us again. I showed him a business card the man had given me with the money. Kurt and I went by the address on the card to find a very big law firm. We smiled at each other and went across the street to a sidewalk café and ordered breakfast.
I had my fill of Europe's idea of breakfast and asked Kurt to translate as I ordered us each an American breakfast fit for a king, or a trip to the hospital for an overloaded system of fat and carbs. The waiter was astounded but agreed to prepare what I had asked. In a short time we were drinking the very strong European version of coffee. We had a plate with eggs and hashed brown potatoes with sausages. We had a stack of French style pancakes but since we couldn't come up with a word for maple syrup we settled on honey with lots of butter.
The eyes of the other diners were on us as we pigged out on our special breakfast and they ate their sweet rolls and miniature cups of strong coffee with orange marmalade and strawberry jam. As we were about half through with our impasse our friend from the night before came up to the café to get his Continental breakfast. He spotted us and his face went blank. We just nodded and looked away. He relaxed. He walked over to us and talked to Kurt for a moment than sat down. He asked the waiter to serve him at our table. Then he turned to me.
"My name is Eric. Thank you for our meeting last night. If I can be of service again please let me know."
I was amazed that he spoke English. He told me that he had studied international law in Boston. He had not known whether to talk to me the night before or not so just kept it quiet. I told him that that is what I wanted, to keep it quiet. I told him that I enjoyed myself and would like to get together again but not there. He told me that he had an apartment in town for business and that we could meet there when we wanted. We told him we could meet then. He laughed and told us that he would have lunch prepared for us at two. We agreed and went our separate ways.
Kurt and I shopped. I had never gone shopping by myself and it was so much fun. We bought tons of junk food and ate until our bellies were sticking out and we were sick. We bought CDs and I got a CD player. We bought lots of new clothes and then we had to decide where to hide all of it. We decided that my dad really didn't look at what I had so we slipped in past the house keeper and hid everything in my room. Kurt would come over on Monday and take some of his stuff back to his room after he finished his shopping trip. He figured that way it would look like he had just bought it.
At one thirty we headed to the address the man gave us. He was just getting out of his car as we came up. He led us up to his apartment and let us in. He had a nice place on the top of a tall building with a Jacuzzi in a window over looking the town way below. We got naked and got in the water. He rubbed our backs and we did the same for him. He loved to suck our cocks and we let him do whatever he wanted.
At three a man in a white coat announced dinner. We went naked to the table and sat on either side of the man. He had prepared a prime rib with boiled potatoes and asparagus. There was salad and pastry for desert. I ate till I was stuffed on everything but asparagus, I hate that stuff. He carried each of us into his bedroom where we had a repeat of the night before except that I really wanted Kurt to fuck me.
The two of them made me comfortable and prepared me. I lay on top of the man with his cock all the way down my throat. He licked and slurped on my ass like it was the best food in the world. He used his fingers to open me up. I was glad that Kurt was so small, I knew this was not going to hurt at all. The man pulled me down so that my cock was buried in his mouth and Kurt got up behind me. He pushed his peter in me and it didn't feel any different than the man's finger except that it went a little further.
Kurt began to fuck me and I loved every stroke he made up in me. Between the man's mouth and Kurt's peter I was in heaven. I felt like I was in my nana's rocking chair or in granny's lap in her rocker. I had never felt so loved and protected as these two sex fiends used my young body for their own satisfaction. It took me several months to figure that one out. I was enjoying myself so much that I didn't realize that I was just a sex object to them.
The man paid us well and we continued to meet him every few days. Many times I would go alone and he would lavish me with his attention. It was just before school started that Kurt and I went to see him and he had two other men there. They were rough and hurt us. As we left the building two policemen were walking in. Kurt said to me that he didn't like that fat man sticking his pee pee up his butt. He said that it hurt. The policemen heard and the man and his friends tried to go another direction. The policemen stopped them. One of the policemen took Kurt and I aside and talked to us and we told them that the man had taken us upstairs and he and his friends had sex with us.
The police took us to my house as the two men were taken away. My dad was called and I told him that I had been raped. I had been, by the man's friends and I didn't like it and I told him no, several times. There was a trial. Kurt was taken away and I never saw him again. Dad asked for a transfer and we headed back to the USA.
Dad was sent to Arizona. I stayed cool and out of trouble. I did meet a kid in my eighth grade class that liked to suck cocks and we got together a few times but we kept it very low key. Dad was training hard and working long hours. He told me that he was the commander of a very good group of guys. He started spending time with me and talking about different things. I was getting old enough to figure it out so I just hit him one night. "So when do you go to Iraq?" He looked at me as tears welled up in his eyes. He picked me up and held me in his lap with his arms around me. He whispered in my ear that he would be going in December but we still had two months together before he left. He asked me where I wanted to stay. I told him that I would like to go to granny's house. I love nana and pap pa but they are getting older and I have more to do at granny's with the farm and the chores and of course, my horse.
Dad agreed. We took a few weeks and went to see nana and pap pa. I told them that I thought that I would be better off on the farm than with them. They agreed at once. They told me that they had talked about it and were going to try to convince me that I would be better off there than with them but that they still expected to see me, often.
Pap pa was a picture of an old Indian. He looked as if he had stepped out of a Norman Rockwell painting with his high cheek bones, prominent brow and square jaw. His skin was not as dark as one would think but he told me that was because during the struggles that the Indians went through--what he called the Trail of Tears--that a lot of Indian girls were raped and bore half white children. He told me that in the new Indian Territories of Oklahoma that there were few, if any, pure blood Indians alive today. His golden brown eyes twinkled as he talked to me and I love the look of his thick black hair, almost like the mane of a lion.
At the tender young age of nine pap pa told me of the Choctaw curse. He told me that all of the men of his blood line had at least a nine or ten inch cock. This was exciting to my little adolescent mind as I pictured myself the envy of the entire world. I wanted my cock to grow to its full length then. I had no desire to wait for puberty. I was a solid three foot five inches tall and weighed about fifty pounds. A ten inch cock would be a third of my body size but I could already see it.
Nana was a soft, sweet Indian princess. She was Cherokee through and through. She was what every boy seeks in a perfect wife. She could cook like none other and sing like a nightingale. Mom and I spent a lot of time with the two of them while dad was on one assignment after another. Pap pa taught me to hunt with a bow. He taught me to live off of the land. I could go out on my own with nothing but my knife and stay for a week at a time. This I did often from the time I was about eight until I was ten.
We spent every minute we could with granny and papa also, especially holidays. A family reunion occurred every Thanksgiving and Christmas. They lived in a huge house that they had built from the stones on their land. It was almost like a gentleman's estate one sees in pictures of European castles.
As the family grew the house did too. The first addition was a two story east wing. It had a huge family room downstairs and two bedrooms, with three bathrooms, One bedroom was for granny and papa with the other belonged to my aunt Hazel. Upstairs there were six bedrooms with a bathroom between every two.
The center of the house contained a country kitchen with enough room to swing a whole cow by the tail. This was the main gathering place for the family with it's long tables and plenty of seating. The center piece being a large cooking fireplace. There is twenty gallon cast iron kettle hanging on a hook that swings into the fire. Many a cold night the whole family has gathered around that fireplace and drank hot chocolate from that kettle. Granny makes a stew in the kettle that barely feeds the whole tribe who will eat four of five bowls full in a single meal.
The west wing is not as big as the east. Downstairs is the grand dinning hall. There is a table that can actually sit the entire family of seventy three, at the last count two years ago. Upstairs is the grand ball room. It is a huge, empty, unfinished room where all of us kids have a grand ball. We throw our sleeping bags on the floor and camp out for the three or four nights that we get together.
A few days before Thanksgiving dad and I arrived at Granny's. Papa had passed on while we were in Europe but granny had stayed on, keeping the old home fires burning. She was a tower of strength but when she heard that I wanted ot come and live with her she broke down in tears. The chores were getting too much for her. She had tried to get some help from friends and neighbors but everyone had their own problems. She looked at me and told me that I was truly a gift from the heavens.
Dad was happy about the way things worked out also. He had a delay in his orders to ship out and had to go to special training at a top secret location. He told me that he would be gone for about four weeks but that he would see me around Christmas time.
I fell into a routine around the farm. The big thing that needed doing was to get all of the equipment inside, out of the weather. Then I moved the stock into winter pastures and took inventory of feeds and supplements for the herd. I was sure that everything was in order. My uncles checked me out as they arrived for the holiday. I was praised over and over again for the work I was doing and the help I was giving mama, their name for my granny.
By the time Thanksgiving was over and the Christmas season loomed closer I was into a routine. I had enrolled in the local highschool. A two hour bus ride twice a day was a bit much but one of the boys told me about the farm to market licence that the state offered for farm workers over fourteen. I got granny to go with me over to the county seat and got a special drivers licence that allowed me to drive farm equipment to and from market on farm business. I drove papa's pickup truck with a bag of feed in the back end. I had to go to the feed store every morning and drink a soda. While I was there I parked the truck and attended class. After school I had to get the feed back home and off I went. All completely legal and no skirting the laws.
Some of the boys abused the privilege and .the local sheriff took them to task for their efforts. This freedom meant too much to me and I didn't want to loose it. I had to have a bonafide reason to be anywhere but in a straight line from the farm to town and the sheriff was careful to verify those reasons. It was only two weeks until school was out again and I had a lot to do to get ready for the annual stampede of relatives. Granny expected all of the kids as well as some of her's and papa's families come to say hi, maybe for the last time. That saddened me to think of losing her. She was my strength so many times in my life.
Christmas of 2004 I got the greatest present of all times and that is the crux of my story that I have sat down to tell you now. I guess I have told you more than I realized but we haven't even gotten to the good part.
Christmas eve morning I awakened late. I had purposely slept in knowing that a house full of people were on their way and I would be in the grand ball room with thirty eight girls for the next two or three nights. Not only would I get very little sleep, I would not have a chance to take care of the monster down under and he was a demanding entity. He made me exercise him at least twice a day which was very rare. He usually wanted to be stroked three or four times but I didn't really care. He had grown to be such a big boy it was a joy to be alone with him. I enjoyed his reward to me. I had developed a real taste for his love juice and I was able to bend over far enough that I could lock my lips over his thick purple crown and get every last drop. It had been a long dry spell since my friend Kurt had taught me these amazing things. The last thing that I wanted to happen is for my dad to discover that he had a cock sucker for a son. I wasn't afraid of his reaction so much as I was about someone else finding out and causing him embarrassment. I love that man so much it would kill me to cause him any pain.
I had all of my clothes moved to the back of the large closet in what had been my aunts room so many years ago. Whenever she visited she and her husband always slept in her room. I changed the bed and put the dirty sheets through a wash cycle. I had my sleeping bag and pillows along with a back pack of necessities for the holidays in a cupboard under the stairs, you know, Harry Potter's room. I love Harry Potter. I would love to ride his broom stick. Ron's a dork though.
I ambled into the kitchen about eleven o'clock to see a man that looked familiar but one that I was sure I had never seen before. Granny was hugging a penis. My knees gave way as I looked at the epitome of perfection. He was a pure blond haired, blue eyed, walking, talking penis awaiting my service. I was standing in the middle of the room, drooling on myself when the man spoke to me. "Is this Mark? Wow, you have grown up to be a real stud. Now I know what all of your cousins have been talking about." He put out his hand then pulled me in for a hug.
My dad walked in and put his hand on my shoulder. "I told you he was a killer. Look at that smile. I have to wear dark lenses to keep from going blind when he shows those pearly whites.
"Hey, son, you don't remember your uncle Mike, I guess. You were only five when he went to Africa."
"I can see the family resemblance so I kind of guessed."
"And this young man is my step son, Luke. We don't use step son to often. As far as either of us is concerned he is my son, period, but as a way of introducing him to family I will spell it out."
Hey, spell it any way you want, I still like what I see. Fuck, we're stuck in the ball room. No chance to get a dance with Luke in there. He'll have all of the girls going ga ga all night. Since he is no blood relation they will really be on his sweet ass. Man, I wish I could be. I just got a perfect view of that double bubble when he picked up a spoon my aunt dropped. Fuck, I had to get out of there or embarrass a whole bunch of us.
"Mark, you and Luke will stay in Mac's Shack. I cleaned it up this week and put clean bedding out there. Why don't you take Luke out and show him where to put his stuff and start a fire. There is no heat out there except for the fireplace. I stacked a fire for you so you only have to light it but it is going to snow tonight and you need to get the room warmed up."
Me and Luke, alone, in Mac's shack? Heaven moved to earth and I was unaware. Luke and I each grabbed our back packs and sleeping bags and I took him out to the shack. It really isn't a shack. It was a room, on the outside of the house. It adjoined the west wall where the bathroom for the dining hall was. It was one big room with a small bath, a shower and a toilet. It had been built for papa's handyman to live in. He lived there for over fifty years, until his death. I had been told that Mac and papa were old buddies from their highschool days. I know Mac was always nice to me and he taught me as much about the farm as papa did.
I opened the door and showed Luke in. He threw his shit into a corner and said let me welcome my cousin correctly. He grabbed me and gave me the hug of my life. He pushed himself tight against me and I nearly died as I felt his hard cock press against mine. He pulled me close then turned his face to me. I looked into his eyes as he leaned in and kissed me, full on the lips, with tongue. A hard dick against my own, a hot tongue down my throat. Roaming hands inside the waist band of my jeans, squeezing my buns and urging me to hump him in return to his own movements. I wasted no time as I pushed at his tight fitting jeans. It was a struggle but I pushed them half way down his ass while they were still fastened in the front.
I had naked crack surrounding my fingers as I probed and pushed at his pants, trying to get them off of his sweet body. I wasn't paying a lot of attention until I felt the cold air on my balls but he had unfastened my button front jeans and had them pooled around my ankles. The room was fucking cold. I toed off my sneakers and stepped out of my jeans as I broke away from our hot embrace. I ran to the fireplace and bent over to strike a match to the kindling granny had laid at the bottom of the fire. The kindling caught the tender and the fire began to burn. I was burning as my naked cousin walked up behind me and pushed his very hard cock into the crack of my ass and wrapped his arms around me.
I reached back and grabbed his nice six inch cock and led him over to the bed.. He took the initiative and lay down with his head toward the foot of the bed. I lay opposite with our cocks pointed straight at each other's mouths. Not a word was said as we each filled our mouths with the meaty offering before us. We were both so hot that we got a load off in record time. He filled my mouth almost at once and nursed and suckled me until I returned a load in mere seconds. We lay there nursing and let our hands walk over each other for several minutes until I pulled him up to join my head on the pillow.
He was my uncle Mike's wife's son from a previous marriage. His mother was a missionary in South Africa when Luke's dad died of weird disease. Mike was a young man on his first mission. He had a life long love of the work of God and had joined with a group young college graduates with a burden for the Gospel to reach South Africa. At twenty one he took off. He met Luke's parents before he started his work in Kenya. A few years later he ran across Luke's mom. She told him of her husband's demise. She was going to carry on his work while trying to raise a four year old son on her own. The passion she had was shared by Mike so he asked to be able to accompany her back to her church. The council agreed. With in a year the two had developed a relationship and Luke had bonded to Mike. The two were married shortly thereafter.
Mike and his wife, I never learned her name, were going into a very serious hot zone to begin a mission amongst the predominately Muslim population. It was a very dangerous mission and one where they did not want to take Luke. He had been brought here by Mike to stay with his grandmother and go to school in America.
Enough of the talk already, I wanted more sweet cream. I had to check him out and I found that Mike was five and three quarter inches long and five and a half inches around. The exact size for a perfect boy of fourteen. He was born in S. Africa of American parents and had dual citizenship. He had been home schooled by the missionaries and hoped that he could test out to be in the ninth grade, same as me. He was one day younger than I. When we worked out the time difference I was only twenty four hours and six minutes older than he was.
He had to measure my Indian cursed cock. I was then a nice seven and three quarter inches long and a pleasant five and three quarters inches around. Both of us were uncut. Luke's folks wanted to cut him but he was born in the jungle and there was no one that could do the job except for the old tribal spiritual leader, Luke said he was a witch doctor if ever there was one. He had cursed Luke's dad and Luke was sure that is why his dad died.
All I knew was that his cock needed to scratch a deep need in my throat so I swallowed it. We had a nice slow time as we finger fucked each other's butt and sucked each other without any rush or urgency. Luke had never been fucked and he wanted to try it, now. I was horny as hell. I had not fucked anybody or been fucked in almost a year, since I lost Kurt. I had two fingers in Luke's ass and loved the feel of, what I now knew, was his prostate. I loved feeling that hard little nut as I rubbed and pushed at it and his cock filled my mouth with his clear seminal fluid. I had milked him until his sperm joined the fluid for a most satisfying ejaculation of the cream of life. I decided that I would break his cherry. If he was going to live here then I wanted to get all of the cards on the table between us now so that there was no question in his mind about where I was coming, and cumming, from in the future.
I worked up to three fingers in his delicious ass as I moved myself between his legs. I was on my knees with my cock dripping like a cheap faucet onto my fingers which I pushed into his sweet ass as a lubricant. I had not taken much time to eat his ass yet and I wanted more than the cursory licks I had given him as he recovered from my fantastic blow job. I kept pulling my fingers out and licking them, supposedly to lube them but I was getting taste of him that had me so fucking hot I was about to burst. I determined to eat him after I fucked him. Right now he was open and eager to be broke and I was ready to ride this young stallion into the ground with the promise from him that I would get the same treatment in return.
My cock moved with a mind of its own and pushed past my fingers in one smooth move. Luke was so open that even with my oversized cock I slid all the way in with no obstruction whatsoever. Luke's eyes widened as I made my entry. He never expressed any pain as I watched him intently. Slowly he smiled at me, "That feels like the turd from hell. I feel like I have been constipated for a week." I pulled out to the rim of his sphincter, "DON"T pull it out. Oh please, put it back in." I moved ever so slowly in and then out, in and out. His face lit up like a sunbeam with a smile that brightened my entire world.
I began to fuck him. He shifted his body under mine and my cock was free to move and it did, with power. I power fucked Luke on his virgin breaking journey. I gave him all of the moves and actions I had witnessed the men at Kurt's hotel give their young boys. I was alternating between short hard stabs, to long slow strokes. Luke was eating it up. He was moaning and carrying on as if this were the greatest thing in his life. I guess from what I had learned from my time with Kurt that it may be. I was going to find out in just a little while as I took Luke inside of me.
Luke began to tense up. His ass muscles were gripping and releasing my cock with each stroke. I had never had this sort of feeling before. I loved fucking Kurt but my dick was so thin and I don't really remember him fucking me back as Luke was. I could feel my end coming all to soon. I changed my angle of attack and returned to the long, slow strokes once again. Luke was jumping with each plunge and his cock was standing straight up, away from his body. Clear seminal fluid was actually running down his cock as it bubbled like a fountain from his wide open pee hole. I got a big fist full of his sweet juice on my fingers and licked them clean. I fed some of the offering to Luke who's eyes were rolling back into his head as he continued to sing of his love and praise me for the feeling in his young body.
In less time than I really wanted Luke began to fountain his creamy nectar across his body. Three shots made it all the way into his open mouth. That so turned me on as I watched his tongue swirl around with his own jizz on it. The next few shots covered him from chin to navel then he was down to dribbles. Just as his dribbles began my climax began. My eyes rolled back into my head as I shoved my cock another two feet into Luke's tortured ass and left a few gallons of my boy juice for his intestines to absorb into his bodies cell structure.
I was exhausted as I kept up a maddening pace, pumping every drop of cum that I could find as far up into the tight tube of muscle surrounding my throbbing cock. I was banging against Luke's upturned ass and my balls were making a loud slapping noise as the made contact with his taught maximus gluttonous. Luke screamed, "Yessss!" as I emptied myself into him.
I was drained. I fell to my side. Luke rolled with me trying to keep my cock in his ass. I went to my back as he moved on top of me. But my cock wilted and slipped out of him of its own accord. Luke was kissing me with a fire that I had never experienced or witnessed. I was struggling for breath but trying to get as many of those kisses as I could. Luke kissed and licked my ears, around my cheeks, my forehead, even my nose. As I began to breathe easier his tongue was in my mouth. He didn't lock our lips as I was still gasping for breath, he just licked my teeth and my extended tongue. He was proclaiming his love for me.
Slowly I recovered and I told him it was dinner time. I spun around and pulled him on top of me. I spread his legs and began to feed at his fresh fucked hole. Now this boy found another pleasure. His body had experienced so much in the last half hour or less that I was sure he was going to go into mind lock so that he could process all of sensations into usable data.
Luke had my soft cock fully in his mouth as he sucked and searched for any remains of our combined efforts. He was doing a number on my naked cock head as he held my foreskin back. He let the sheath cover his tongue as he continued to nurse my tender meat. I gritted my teeth and let him go as my body spasmed with each and every movement of his eager probe raking across my sensitive nerve endings.
Finally I had all of the cum that he was going to give up and his cock was growing to a sturdy pole again. I locked my lips against his ass hole and blew all of the air in my full lungs into his butt. He squirmed on top of me as he felt the need to expel the air. I did it again. This time he could not hold it very long. He raised up to point his ass away from me. I pulled him down as he exuded a loud rush of cum moistened air from his anus. I watched in fascination as his pucker flapped in the breeze and filled the room with the sounds of a healthy boy fart. Yeah, it was gross but it was fun. For some reason I took a very perverse pleasure in the experience and vowed to convince him to do it again if we ever got together after today.
I kissed the under side of his turgid cock and told him that I needed a return favor. Luke crawled aside and looked at me with his beautiful smile and took up a position between my legs. His first order of business was to rim me, an activity in which he had no experience. He loved me doing him and he wanted to see what it was all about. Fuck yes, I'll teach him. I loved being rimmed. I looked forward to being rimmed after he fucked me but one step at a time, one step, step, step.
The finger routine was finished and now the main event was under way. I had taken his cock with only a slight discomfort. Luke's cock was almost three times the thickness of the only other cock I had ever had in my butt, and that had been nearly a year ago. I was practically a virgin myself. Luke had taken my much thicker and much, much longer cock without hesitation. I was going to do the same. As Luke bottomed out in me I felt a wave of pleasure as I had never had before. Luke made love to me as if we were the most perfect of lovers of all times. I felt his love flow as he fucked me with feelings I never knew existed. He lay on top of me and kissed me. Our tongues engaged each other in a battle seeking the best of each other.
His cock never stopped its two way journey in my love chute. I could fee my love for Luke take over my conscience body. The two of us bonded right there and we would never separate. We actually reached our climax with me being just nano seconds ahead of him. Luke was pressed hard against me squeezing my cock between our tight bodies. The friction he generated on the bottom of my cock brought me to a mind altering climax. My ass muscles tightened as I pushed my load across both of our bodies, causing him to let loose his own load into my new love tunnel.
He stayed on top of me with his cock in its new home. I was willing to let him warm his cold member any and all of the time. I just wasn't sure how he felt. Had I been a fuck or was this something that could happen again and again?
"I guess you know what this means?" he said.
"What?'
"We're going to have each other's babies. We will have to do this every day so that they can be fed properly. Since we don't have all that crap up in us that girls have the babies have no way of getting nourishment so we will raise them on cum and love. I do love you, more than anything in my life and I want to be your boyfriend. I hope that we can learn to love each other and be together forever."
His cock had softened and he was laying at my side with his head on my chest and our lips millimeters apart. He would speak and kiss me. I would listen and kiss him. I realized that he was actually as much in love with me as I was with him.
"That has got to be the most beautiful thing I have ever seen." I jerked up to see my dad and my uncle Mike standing at the foot of the bed looking down at us. "The two of us have been so worried for months that you two may not get along. We were both almost positive that our sons were gay, or at least leaning that way at this age. We just weren't sure if you could get it on with each other."
They had both seated themselves on the bed, Mike by me and dad by Luke. Mike picked up my legs and spread them wide. "Oh this is sweet. Remember when we had cute, tight puckers like this. I loved looking at your lovely anus after a good fucking. I have to have some of this." With that he put his head down and began to rim me and feltch Luke's cum from my ass.
I turned to look at Luke. He smiled at me as my dad ate his ass. Luke and I locked lips and let them give us pleasure. Our cocks thickened and filled out to their full length only to be grasped and stroked by each other's dad as he ate his way to the center of our small world. My cock began to throb and thicken. Mike took it into his mouth in time for me to give him the fifth load of cum from my, now sore, balls in just a little over and hour and a half.
Luke was gasping in my mouth as we breathed each other's air over and over and his cum filled my dad's eager mouth. The two brothers pulled away and looked at each other. They moved forward and kissed each other, sharing their prizes between themselves.
"Oh, this brings back so many memories. I wonder if we were that cute when we made love at the same age as they are," my dad said.
"I don't know. I know that Mac loved it the first time he caught us. Man, could that old fart suck cock. No wonder papa kept him around," Mike offered.
"How long were they together, do you know?"
"Papa told me that they met in grade school and began sucking each other at thirteen years old. Mac lived here until he died at seventy three, so I guess they were together sixty years."
"It's a wonder that any of us were ever born. Papa was a horny fucker, right down to the end." Dad said.
"And he had such a little cock. Did you ever suck him?"
"No, I never had that opportunity. In fact I never thought of it with anybody but you. To this date I have never sucked any other dick than yours. I let a kid suck me in Spain a few years ago. He was our houseboy. He was supposed to be helping me bathe. He washed my back and handed me a towel as I got out. I was drying my hair when he took my cock into his mouth. I moved over to the massage table and laid back. The lad was about thirteen or fourteen but he knew how to suck a man's cock. I lay there thinking of you and the great times we used to have. I let that kid take me twice that afternoon. He helped me to relax every day for as long as we were there."
"That was when you lost your wife wasn't it?"
:"After. When Mark and I went back to finish my assignment. I was kind of lonesome and not knowing what to do. I was worried about Mark. I got assigned to the embassy in Amsterdam and took a house across the street from a boy brothel that is world famous. Mark met a young homosexual boy and discovered his sexuality."
"You knew about Kurt and me? You knew what we were doing."
"Son, I was with the Embassy. You were watched like a hawk watches a mouse every second of the day and night. There were cameras in your room. There was a man on your tail as you went up the back stairs with Kurt. I sat in the owners office and watched you and that lawyer. You opened up and became your own man that night. I didn't like it that you met him at his apartment but the second time you were there the place had cameras and microphones everywhere. Someday you may want to watch your sexy little ass in action."
"Dad, I....I..." I broke down and began to cry. I was so mad and so hurt. My dad came to me and held me tight. "Is this room bugged, father?" I was raging mad and I let it out.
"No dear. It is not. I am not worried about anyone hurting you here. Mike and I have been talking by phone two or three times a week since he got his new assignment. I know that this is the only place that you will be happy and safe while I am on assignment to Iraq. You need someone to be friends with. Luke had some habits that made Mike think that he might be ready to experiment and discover his sexuality. We thought that if you two could become friends then it would be easier for both of you to be this far away from all of the excitement you have always known.
"It was a silent wish, on both of our parts that you might become, at least jack off buddies. We aren't ready to be grandfathers yet. Coming in here and smelling your sex stench in the air was like a dream come true for me."
"Me too," Mike chimed in. "I love Luke so very much. I couldn't love him more if he were of my blood. I will never have sex with him but he is the most desirable young man I have ever met. I am so glad that the two of you are together. Your dad and I both feel that you may discover girls the way we did as you grow older but for now you can have all of the sex you want and not have to worry about pregnancy."
"So you set us up to have sex with each other so you could get your perverted thrill!! Well, fuck you! Both!!" Luke pulled his pants and coat on and stormed out of the door. I looked at my dad. I loathed the man. I ran after Mike, still naked. I caught him right outside the door and we ran to the barn and up to the top of the hay loft. I grabbed a handful of horse blankets and tossed them up before me. I stacked the bales of hay into a fort of sorts and put the blankets down then stacked more bales to make a roof.
Luke and I crawled inside. I was fucking freezing my nuts off because I was still stark naked. We cuddled together under three or four blankets and slept till morning. When we awakened we had to piss wicked bad. We crawled out of our fort into icy cold air. On the ground in front of the fort were all of my clothes and the rest of Luke's. We ran to the side of the barn and peed in the hay. It was to far to the house and I didn't have time to dress before I would have peed myself.
Once dressed we climbed down the ladder. Under the loft lay our dads, together under a stack of horse blankets. I stood looking at them. My dad opened his eyes and looked at me, "Ahh, son..."
"Save it, dad. It's too fucking cold out here. Let's go back to Mac's shack and we'll talk there." I put my arm around Luke and he took off at a run, our dads running right behind us. Dad started to say something and I cut him off. "Look, I was out of line last night. I know that you love me. Dad, you have always done what you felt was best for me. I was shocked that you had wanted me to fall in love with Luke. I have you know." He looked at me. "I've fallen in love with him. I don't really care how we came to be together but if he'll have me I want to be with him from now on and forever."
Luke grabbed me and hugged me close and we kissed. Yech, morning breath with hints of stale cum. My man's cum, my cum, fuck it kiss me again. "Uh, dad, I'm sorry. I was out of line too. I didn't know for sure if I was gay. I had thoughts...when I saw Mark I just went...what? I don't know but I do know that I want to be with him forever more.
"It scared me that you knew more about me than I know. Does my mother know?"
"No. I don't think so. We never talk about it. She is your mother. Mother's know their kids. I know it won't matter to her unless she doesn't get a grandkid or four."
"If you can stand to be around us it is Christmas morning. We should get inside and celebrate with the family." My dad, always the logical one. Luke and I showered together and dressed. We snuck in the house and sat in front of the fireplace with a cup of hot chocolate each. Dad and Mike came in all dressed and looking fresh. Dad grabbed toast and bacon and made up some bacon sandwiches. He gave each of us one then he and Mike sat beside us as we ate and stared at each other. I saw nothing but love in both of their faces and I felt like a damn fool. I almost lost the only good thing that has come into my life in like...forever.
All of my cousins were coming in and grabbing food to stuff in their dainty little faces. The room was getting crowded. My dad's oldest brother opened the sliding doors to the dining room and announced that Santa had been there. All of the little ones made a bee line out of the kitchen to be followed by the older set then the parents. Luke and I sat together. Santa had come for us the day before.

My First Mate

Christmas is always a special time for family and friends, but that Christmas things were really humming in my life. First, I had just finished my last football season of high school by running in the winning touchdown in the district playoff game. I had scored before as quarterback, but never anything like that. Second, I had said goodbye to high school after my final exams were
over on December 22nd. I had taken the option of early graduation, and I was out of there. Most of my friends had finished at the end of their junior year, but I had come back to play football. That was all over, though, and I would never have to answer another fucking 7:15 bell for first period. I had already decided to work a year or a year-and-a-half before going to college, and I was looking forward to the adult responsibility, not to mention the cash, a job would bring. I was going to start looking right after the holidays.

Third, and best of all, the whole family would be home for Christmas for the first time in six years. That included my dad's step-brother, Rick, whom we hadn't seen since he had left for Key West when he was twenty-two, six years before. When he left, I was only twelve, and a very awkward twelve, at that. I couldn't wait to see him and hear all about his adventures running a charter sailboat in the Caribbean, and I couldn't wait to see his reaction to me. When Rick left home, I was maybe 5' 4" and weighed maybe 85 pounds. By the time I was eighteen, though, as I had been since December 7th, I was an even six feet and weighed right at 175. All the weight training and exercise I had put in playing sports in middle school and high school had done wonders for my body, and, with a body-fat percentage just under 5%, I was a lean, mean machine. Puberty had been rough, but it had left me with a cock that was a full six inches from root to tip--soft. And that wasn't even counting the foreskin that covered the head of my tool and dripped over about a quarter inch. When I got hard, I measured in at eight solid inches of length and almost six inches of circumference. My dirty blond hair, which, unfortunately (I thought) confined itself to my head, pubes, underarms, and face, looked good, especially in the summer when it tended to lighten considerably in the sun. The blond look, set against the tan
that I seemed to be able to get in a couple of hours of exposure to the sun, made more than one head turn when I walked down the mall or through some other public place. A lot of people thought I was handsome, too, but even I am embarrassed to go into the glories of my good looks. Yeah, right. Seriously, the handsomest senior guy in school was traditionally chosen as Homecoming King, and I had been chosen for that "honor" that year (What it really meant was that I had to stick around till the fucking end of the dance, instead of splitting halfway through the way everyone but the geeks had done.).

I was very pleased with myself (Is that the definition of conceit?) except for one thing. Girls. Oh, sure, I had fucked my share of 'em; every jock has to do that. But I never really cared for them as more than friends. When I did bag a chick, as we so delicately put it, I often found
myself thinking of images of guys I had downloaded from the Internet as I plugged them or ate their pussies. This one friend of mine, a boy whose name actually was Guy, and I had sucked and fucked each other a few times that fall, and, frankly, that was ten times better than coming into some cunt. I thought I was probably gay, and that kind of scared me.

Anyway, those thoughts were a thousand miles from my mind when I woke up on the morning of December 23rd. That was the day Rick was coming home, and I was genuinely excited. My two older sisters, their husbands, and their kids were already there. I had been allowed to move into the apartment over our garage the summer before, so their being in the house didn't really bother me. I woke up around eleven that morning--hard, as usual--made some coffee in the little kitchen in my place, and took a long, slow leak. It was in the 70's, as it often is in northern Florida in December, so I stayed in my briefs to watch a little TV, drink my coffee, and smoke my first cigarette of the day.

Nothing much was on TV, so I switched on my computer and went to the Badpuppy Web site. A guy on IRC had given me a user name and password, so I was able to get to all the "good" stuff on Badpuppy. It was amazing to me how huge that site was, and every time I logged on I found new pictures and videos and shit I hadn't seen before. It wasn't long before I had a raging hard-on, so I jerked off into the wastebasket (lined with a plastic bag) I kept next to my computer for that purpose, and trash, too, of course. I had a second cup of coffee, smoked another Marlboro, and decided to take a shower.

Just as I was getting out of the shower, the phone rang. It was my dad.
"Rick's plane is delayed in Atlanta," he said. "Can you pick him up at 5:30?" "Yes, sir," I said.
"Good. Your mom and I would like to get him, but we've got to be at the Adams' for their cocktail party. They're important clients, and we absolutely can't miss that."
"Yes, sir, I know," I said. In the South we say "sir" and "m'am" to our parents until they die. I was certainly no different from any other well-brought-up guy I knew. My parents were both CPA's, and they depended on people like the Adamses, who had like ten motels on the beach, to keep bread on the table.
"Will you explain the situation to Rick, Kevin? I know he's expecting us to be there to meet him."
"Yes, sir. I'll make sure he knows what the deal is. I just hope we recognize one another."
"Well, Christ, son, it's not like the Panama City airport is O'Hare."
"True. I'll find him, Dad, even if I have to hold up one of those tacky signs."
My dad laughed. He knew I would never do such an uncool thing in my life.
"Your sisters and Grammy are going with us to the party. The grandbabies are going to be with a sitter. Y'all can stop by the party, too, if you feel like it. On second thought, just bring him home. He won't be dressed."
Grammy was my grandmother, of course, my dad's mom and Rick's former step-mother. His real mother had been dead for years. Grammy was about seventy-five, then, and she had just returned from a seventeen-day cruise of the Mediterranean. She had buried both my grandfather and Rick's dad, and there was still plenty of energy and spunk in her. She lived in
Tallahassee, which is where my dad had grown up, and she, too, occupied one of the bedrooms for the holidays. Counting Rick and the two grandkids, there would be eleven of us at home for Christmas.
I got dressed and went to the mall to get a haircut. The place was packed, and I had to wait thirty minutes at Regis. I looked around some after my haircut, but the crowd was too heavy to spend much time there. I went across the street to Office Max and played around with the computers and shit for about an hour. Then I went next door to Books-a-Million and wasted more time there. When I finally thought to check my watch, it was 3:30.
I decided to try out my new fake ID at the Albertson's liquor store. I wanted to have a little something on hand, in case Rick wanted a drink. He would be sleeping in my place--in my bed with me, in fact--and I wanted to be a gracious host. I saw two guys from school in there, and we
just grinned at each other as we passed in the aisle. I bought a quart each of bourbon, scotch, gin, vodka, and rum, not knowing what Rick liked, and a case of beer. I ran my copy of my parents' American Express card through the machine, and the clerk, a black girl of maybe twenty-one, didn't even look at me. That place was just as hopping as the mall had been.

Back home I put my purchases away. I made some more coffee and sat down in front of the computer. I went back to the Badpuppy site and got some more pictures of hot guys, but, even though I got hard, I refrained from jerking off.
The airport was like twenty minutes from our house, so I left at around 4:45 to go get Rick. I was glad I had decided to go then because the traffic was heavier than I had thought it would be. I got there with fifteen minutes to spare, and, for once, his plane came in when they said it would.
I recognized him immediately, and I boned up in my jeans. I'm sure nobody noticed, what with all the activity of welcoming travellers. Nobody but Rick, that is. We shook hands when he came out into the terminal, and I grabbed his bag.
"Let's go get your luggage," I said.
"That's it," he said. "One carry-on."
"Cool," I said.
"You got a cucumber in your pocket, dude," he asked.
I'm sure I turned as red as the pack of Marlboros in my shirt pocket when he said that. I ignored the comment, and he laughed heartily. Once we were in the car, he said, "Man, I'm dying for a smoke. Can I have one of yours?"
I instinctively grabbed the box of Marlboro Reds from my shirt pocket and tossed it to him. He lit up, and I did, too.
"Goddamn, you're a fucking _stud_," Rick said.
I'm sure I turned bright red again. Here was one of the most gorgeous men I had ever laid eyes on telling me _I'm_ a stud. If I was a stud, he was two studs. He was twenty-eight, but he looked more like twenty-one or twenty-two.
"What the hell did you do, play football or something?"
"Yes, sir," I said. I knew that was wrong as the words were coming out of my mouth, but he was older and I was conditioned.
"What did you say?"
"I said 'yes, sir,' but I meant 'yeah, asshole.'"
"Well, thank God," he said. "I'm looking for a party-buddy. Not some guy who's gonna call me fucking 'sir.'"
"Shit, man. You know what the rules are here. I call everybody older than me 'sir.'"
"I'm just rubbin' your cock a little, Kevin. Yeah, I know the rules, and I'll be calling guys 'sir,' too, in about a half hour."
We both laughed, but I really wondered about the "rubbing your cock a little" comment. Shit, there I was, rock hard with my step-uncle in the car next to me, and he's talking about rubbing my cock. I was completely taken with this guy, and I wanted to pull over and do nasty things to his body.
"Can we stop at a store so I can buy some smokes," he asked. "I'm completely out, and I know you're not gonna want me smokin' all of yours."
I pulled into a convenience store. We went in together, and he bought a carton of Marlboro Reds, box. Well, at least we had that in common. Same brand of cigarettes.
When we pulled into the alley that runs down the side of our property, Rick said he didn't remember the place all that well. "Wow," he said. "This is nice doings."
"Thanks, man," I said, trying my best to sound and act cool. "The house is full, so you're gonna be sleeping with me in my apartment," I said.
"Cool."
We walked up the outdoor staircase that led to my apartment. He was in front of me, and I got a real good look at his luscious ass. Damn, it was fine. Real hard, and his jeans kinda seeped into his crack. Mine did that on me, but I had never before realized how sexy it looked. At
least, to me it did.
I unlocked the door and held it open. Rick went inside first.
"Well, shit, man. This is first class," he said.
"Thanks. I like it."
I showed him around. The tiny kitchen, the living room where my computer, TV, and stereo were, the bedroom, and the bathroom. That's all there was, but it was home to me. My mom had helped me pick out shit like curtains and the bedspread and stuff, and I had inherited some furniture that was already in the place. When we were younger, we had had a maid who lived up there, but the place had been empty for several years before I moved in.
"What is this," he asked, pointing to a picture on the wall.
"What does it look like?"
"It looks like Jane. Your grandmother. My ex-step-mother."
"Well, that's who it is," I said.
"Who drew it," he asked. It was obvious he was impressed with thepicture.
"I drew it," I said. "It was for an art class in school."
"Goddamn, man. That's a perfect likeness. You did that freehand?"
"Yeah."
"You got some real talent, there, Kevin."
After Rick had "stowed his gear," as he had put it, we went out into the living room.
"Would you like something to drink," I asked.
"Hell, yeah. Whacha got?"
I started with coffee and coke, and then progressed through the array of liquors I had bought that afternoon.
"Rum and coke sounds great to me," he said. I got up and fixed that for him. I made myself a real light bourbon and coke, too.
"Where are George and Debbie," he asked, referring to my parents. "And Jane? I thought she would be here, too."
I explained about the cocktail party, and he said he understood.
"Are you hungry," I asked.
"Not really," he said. "I had a late lunch in Atlanta. Are you?"
"I can wait," I said. Then I remembered I had some cheese and crackers, so I got those for us.
"So tell me about yourself. You got a girlfriend," he asked.
"Naw. Not really."
"You play the field, huh? Cool. Besides, you don't really need a girl when you've got Rosy Palm around."
"What?"
"Rosy Palm," he said again, and started doing the jerk-off motion with his hand.
I must have blushed, which, back then, was something I did often when any reference to me and sex came up.
"Come on, man, we all do it," he said. "Goddamn, you're cute. Do
you know that?"
I'm sure I blushed even deeper with that statement. He ruffled my newly-cut hair and laughed.
We both lit cigarettes and just kind of sat there. In a second, he stood up and took off his shirt. My eyes probably popped out of my head when he did that. His chest was as smooth as mine, but he had really well developed pecs and a ripple of hard muscle in his abs. What really got me, though, were the tattoo that encircled his left bicep and the gold rings that hung from each nipple. My cock, which had never really gone down fully since the airport, sprang back to life in three heartbeats.
"I'm not used to wearing much clothes," he said. Then, when he noticed me staring, "You like?"
"Y-Yeah," I stuttered.
"What do you like?"
"Well, er, the tattoo, and the rings. Did that hurt to have your nipples pierced?"
"Yeah, for like ten seconds. The tat hurt worse, but even that wasn't bad."
"I really want some just like that. I've seen them on guys in pictures, and they look so cool."
"Thanks. I like them."
"What do they do for you," I asked. "The rings, I mean."
"They're for sex, man. I can come just by playing with 'em. Or having some guy play with them."
I have no idea of what I must have looked like at that moment, but it prompted Rick to say,
"You know I'm gay, don't you?"
Ton of bricks.
"No, er..."
"Yeah, man. I've been out in Key West for years."
"Do my parents know?"
"Uh, probably. I never really thought about it. Jane knows. Do they know about you?"
"What do you mean," I stumbled through.
"You're gay, too, aren't you?"
What I had feared about myself was obviously perfectly evident to this man. His asking that somehow made it okay to be gay, though, and Ifelt like a huge load had been lifted from my shoulders.
"How did you know," I asked. All of a sudden I got really worried that my dark secret was, in fact, known to everyone.
"Come on, man. Straight guys don't bone up the way you did just by looking at a guy in the airport. You're still not comfortable with it, are you?"
My reaction embarrassed me. I started to cry.
Rick leaned over and put his hand on my shoulder. "Let it out, buddy. It's a relief, isn't it?"
I cried and laughed, and laughed and cried, all at the same time.
"Am I the first person you've told," he asked. I nodded through my sobs.
"It wasn't until I got away from Tallahassee that I could accept it, either, man. You will, in time."
"I'm just so fucked up, man. I don't know what the fuck I am. Jesus, this is hard."
"I know it is. But you've got someone in me who understands, if that helps."
I gradually settled down after that outburst, but I felt a whole lot better. My cock was as hard as it had ever been in my life, I think, and precum was soaking my briefs.
"Have you been with a guy," he asked.
I told him about the stuff I'd done with Guy. I spilled my guts out to him. I told him about my fantasies and about my interest in gay stuff on the Internet. I told him about my unfulfilling trysts with girls.
I told him everything.
When I had spewed out the entire contents of my psyche, he asked, "Do you find me attractive? Cause I think you're about the hottest guy
I've seen in years."
"I find you very attractive, man. But I think my dick already told you that."
He laughed. "Yeah, it did," he said.
Right then he got up and made us each another drink. My second one was a good bit stronger than the first had been. When he handed it to me, he leaned forward and kissed me squarely on the lips. It felt wonderful, and, in an instant, I opened my mouth for his tongue. He set his drink
down and sat next to me on the sofa. He kissed me long and hard and wet, and, God, I loved it.
When we finally broke the kiss, he said, "Nobody's got to know until you're ready to tell them, okay?"
"Okay," I said, and tears welled up in my eyes again, only this time they were tears of relief and joy.
"I'm gonna be here for a week, and I'm ready to do anything you want, okay?"
"Okay," I managed to say.
I was quivvering with nervousness and excitement. Oh, God, I wanted to do everything with him. Everything.
Just then I heard my dad's car pull into the garage under us. "They're home," I said. "We ought to go down and see them."
"You go freshen up, okay. You don't want them to see you with your face looking like that."
"Okay," I whimpered. I knew he was right, so I stood up to go to the bathroom to wash my face.
"Come here," he said. I walked over to him, not knowing what to expect. "This bone's gotta go, too, man," he said, rubbing my crotch.
"You need to get rid of that in the bathroom. Okay?"
"Yeah. I hear you."
"Now go get cleaned up. And, oh, change your underwear and jeans. The wet spot shows."
I couldn't believe what had just happened, but I did as he said. I was, like, on automatic as I went into the bathroom, jerked off, washed my face, put drops in my very red eyes, and took off my jeans and briefs. I started to wrap a towel around myself but figured "what the hell" and just
walked out without pants on. By then my cock was almost soft again, although not fully.
"Hey, Kevin. How'd you escape the knife, man?"
"What are you talking about," I asked. That's how na^Ëve I was.
"Your cock, dude. How'd you manage to get through uncut?"
"Not circumcised, you mean?" I had always thought that my foreskin was a liability, an embarrassment. There were times when I hated it, in fact. Being different in the pee-pee department isn't easy for a kid.
"Yeah, man. Jesus, in Key West, looking like you do, with a gigantic uncut cock, you'd be a god. Tan your butt a little bit, and you'd have every guy on the island at your command."
I didn't know how to respond to that comment. I hurried and got fresh underwear and some fresh jeans.
"Let's go downstairs to see 'em," I said. "Oh, and no smoking in the house. Mom's rule."
"Gotcha," he said, and we went downstairs to see the rest of the family.

My dad was just hanging up the phone when we walked into the kitchen
"I was just calling you guys," he said. "Hey, Rick. How the hell are you, man?"
My dad extended his hand with a major grin on his face. Rick took it, and they shook warmly. Then Rick said, "Shit, I want a hug" and threw his arms around my dad. Dad responded with genuine affection.
We went into the den where the rest of the family was waiting, and there was much hugging and kissing all around. Rick hadn't even met my two brothers-in-law, and he oooh-ed and ahhh-ed over the two grandchildren.
My dad made drinks for everyone who wanted one. When he had served all of us, giving me a plain coke, I snuck back into the kitchen, poured some of it out, and put a healthy slug of bourbon in it. Rick knew what I was up to, and he grinned at me when I returned to the den.
In a few minutes, my sisters each put their kid to bed. My mom had set out some food, so Rick and I attacked it. The others had eaten at the party, but we still hadn't had anything to eat.

That night was one of the best times I have ever had with my family. Everybody was in a great mood, and Rick and the others told one funny story after another. He talked about his charter business and about the pirates he had to watch out for in the Caribbean. I had always assumed Pirates of the Caribbean was just a ride at Disney World, but, apparently, they were real.
At some point Rick mentioned that his partner had decided to sell out to him and move on. He had functioned as first mate, Rick said, and he would have to be replaced. He looked directly at me when he said that.
That "partner" was probably a lover, and that explained Rick's sudden desire to be with us that Christmas--he had nowhere else to go.
During the evening, I had to explain about finishing high school and about my plans to find a job for a while. Again, Rick looked at me differently, and I wondered if he saw me as potential first mate material.
The party went on till around eleven, when Grammy said she had to retire. That kind of broke things up, and everybody else said they were real tired and that we had a big couple of days ahead of us.
Rick and I left by the back door. The first thing he did was light
a cigarette. I hadn't even brought mine, so he gave me one. We smoked as
we walked toward the garage.
"Did you get enough to eat," he asked.
"Not really," I said. "Did you?"
"Fuck, no. Cheese balls and chips don't do it for me."
"Let's go get a pizza," I said, and he readily agreed.

We didn't talk much on the ride to Pizza Hut, except for Ricksaying how great everyone looked and how much he had enjoyed the evening.
"You guys are about the closest thing to a family I'll ever have," he said.
I thought about that for a second and realized he was right. Both of his parents were dead, he didn't have any siblings, and marriage, at least traditional marriage, was out of the question. He was right. We _were_ his only family, and he wasn't related by blood to anyone.
After we ordered and the waitress brought us a pitcher of beer (my fake ID worked just fine, thank you very much), Rick said,
"Did you hear what I said tonight about needing a new first mate?"
"I sure did. Where will you find one?"
"That's a good question. My charter service is exclusively gay, so whoever he turns out to be will have to be gay. We rarely wear clothes on board, and the sex is pretty free and open."
"Damn, you guys all have sex together?"
"Yeah. Some guys are with their partners and don't participate with others, but a lot of gay men are willing to suck or fuck anybody, even if they're committed."
I was a little nervous that somebody might have overheard what he had just said, but I decided to pay my surroundings no mind. We were seated in the smoking section, and the other two or three tables in the place were all in non-smoking.
"That must be kinda fun," I said.
"It's a fucking ball, man, if you'll pardon the pun."
I laughed, and he did, too.
"So what does a first mate have to know," I asked.
"Well, you need a license from the Coast Guard, but you can get that in two weeks by attending a school they run."
"Do you think I could do it," I asked, hoping against hope I hadread his reaction to my plans correctly earlier in the evening.
"Oh, hell, yeah. It's not rocket science. Besides, I can really run the boat by myself. Having a mate is really window dressing my insurance carrier requires. You think you might be interested?"
"Well, fuck, yeah, I'm interested. What guy my age wouldn't be?Plus, I've done some sailing around here. I know the basics, I think."
"All _right_, partner. Put it there."
We shook hands and both grinned from ear to ear.
"You can leave with me when I go back New Year's Day. Is that okay with you?"
"Sure."
"Oh. Do you have a passport? You'll need to get one, if you don't."
"No problem. I've got one." I had been to Europe with a school group the previous summer, so my papers were in order.
"How's your Spanish?"
"Spanish?"
"Yeah. Do you speak any Spanish?"
"A little. I had three years of it in high school. I can get by, I think."
"Good. By this time next year, you'll be rattling it off like a native." Again he grinned.
I was so excited about all of this that I barely tasted the pizza I ate. He told me about all the places we'd be going on a regular basis, and I couldn't wait to get started.
It was after one o'clock when we left the Pizza Hut. On the way home, Rick said,
"Will you take me shopping tomorrow? I don't have gifts for anybody. I didn't even think of it until I saw all those packages under the tree tonight. Christmas hasn't meant much to me for the last few years."
"Sure, man. I'll even help you wrap 'em." God, I would have done anything for him. Christmas shopping, even on Christmas Eve, would be a piece of cake.

When we got home, Rick asked if he could have a nightcap, so I fixed a drink for each of us. Even though I had had quite a bit more to drink that night than I was used to, I didn't feel the least bit high.
"I'm gonna get comfortable," Rick said. He stood up and shucked his shoes, shirt, and jeans, and he wasn't wearing underwear. There he stood, naked before me. His body was deeply tanned all over, even his cock, and that particular feature interested me the most. It was about
three inches long in its flaccid state, but I knew that most guys get a lot bigger proportionally than I did when they get hard.
I decided to get naked, too. I wasn't at all shy about being naked in lockerrooms or public showers, so it wasn't a big deal.
"My God, but you're a hunk," he said when I was fully undressed.
"Come here. Let me see that thing up close."
I wasn't sure what he was talking about, but my confusion disappeared when he took my penis into his hand.
"This fucker is gorgeous, man. Are you aware of that?"
"Well, thanks. I guess. Nobody has ever told me that before."
"Well, get used to it, dude. You're gonna have guys worshipping it in a few weeks."
Rick was playing with my foreskin, pushing is back and exposing the head. As horny as I was, the least glance at my dick would have pumped it up, and what he was doing to it made me rock hard in no time.
"Nice," he said. "Most uncut guys don't have really big cock heads, but you're different. The head of your cock is a as big as an uncut guy, any day." I looked down and saw that his cock was as hard as mine.
"You like top or bottom?"
"Pardon me."
"Oh, sorry. You're not really into the gay scene, are you? You ever have sex with a man besides your friend?"
"No. Just what I told you about with Guy."
"He fucked you up your ass, right?" "Yeah, a couple of times." "Did you like it?" "I liked that best of all that we did, man," I said.
"Would you like me to fuck you," he asked.
"I think I would," I said. God, Rick, I thought, I'd let you do anything to me.
"Turn around and bend over. Let me get a good look at that bubblebutt on you."
I did as Rick asked, resting my hands on the coffee table in front of the sofa. He started caressing my cheeks, and, all of a sudden, I wanted all of him inside me. He spread my cheeks apart and very gently started touching my asshole. Whooa! What a feeling.
"Nice tight hole, it looks like," he said.
I didn't respond. In a second, I felt his hot, wet tongue licking my hole. I almost came. I took a few deep breaths and the urge to orgasm passed. He continued licking me and running his tongue up inside me. I thought I was in heaven.
"You got any lube? Any KY or Vaseline or anything like that?"
I had a tube of KY in the drawer of my nightstand that I used to jerk off with sometimes, so I went and got it. I also had the presence of mind to get a couple of towels.
"Are you sure you want this," Rick asked.
"Man, I'm so fucking ready, if you don't do it, I'm taking back your Christmas present."
That really made him laugh.
"Okay, you know what's gonna happen, right?"
"Yeah."
"I'm gonna lube up your hole, as deep as I can get it. Then I'll lie on my back and you can ease down on me. That way, you'll be in control. Is that okay?"
That was how Guy and I had done it. Rick applied the lube to my ass, and it felt so good, I couldn't wait. Then he asked me to put some lube on his cock. I was a little hesitant about touching him. He noticed and grabbed my hand.
"Slick it down, man," he said, and my hesitancy disappeared.
Rick suggested we get into bed. Duh. I don't know where my head was (yes, I do), but I thought that was a great idea.
We pulled back all the covers. Rick spread a towel on the bed and positioned himself on his back. I straddled him and slowly eased myself down.
"Take your time, now. It might hurt a little at first, but I guarantee you it won't hurt for long."
He rubbed the head of his cock on my hole for a few seconds. Then he inserted a couple of fingers into me. My cock was dripping precum, literally, onto his chest. Slowly, deliberately, I eased down onto him. I felt the head of his six-incher go inside me. Then I felt it start to
penetrate the ring of muscle. I knew to bear down like I was taking a shit (all those stories I'd read, plus a little experience, you know), and, to my surprise, his cock slide into me.
"Damn, Kevin. You're a fucking natural at this. Or a natural fucker. Or something like that." We both laughed.
"Ride it, man. Move up and down."
I knew that much, of course, and I did as he said. Slowly at first, and then with increased speed. I went up too high a few times, and his cock came out of me.
"I think you're ready for me to be on top," he said.
I got off his cock and onto my back on the bed. He got in front of me and raised my legs up onto his shoulders. He entered me again, and this time the sensation was better.
"I'm on your sweet spot, I think. Can you tell?"
All of a sudden, the inside of my body exploded in pleasure. "Yeah," I gasped. He laughed. "Now let me give you the fucking you deserve," he said.
Wow, what a time I had. I came in the hardest orgasm of my young life, but Rick kept right on fucking. I stayed hard, and, eventually, we both came at the same time. I remember thinking for a second that I was going to pass out. I didn't, though. Instead, I spasmed and shot load
after load onto my chest for the second time. Rick put my legs down and lay on top of me. He kissed me deeply, and I wanted that moment to last forever.
It couldn't, of course. Rick started getting soft inside me, and, in a few seconds, his dick slipped out. He used one towel to clean us both up. He told me to stay put, and he got our drinks and cigarettes.
"I can't wait to do it again," I said.
"Did you really like it as much as you seemed to?"
"Man, it was the best experience of my life. Thank you." I gave him a little kiss on the lips.
"You're a hot fuck, dude," he said. "And that's quite a compliment coming from this boy."
"Can we do it again," I asked impatiently.
"Tomorrow and the next day and the day after that. But right now,
I'm bushed. And we've got Christmas shopping to do in the morning." I knew he was right, of course.
"What time do you want to get up," I asked.
"Nine?"
"Cool," I said, and I set my clock for nine o'clock the next morning. Actually, later that morning, since it was almost three o'clock. I got up to turn off lights and to brush my teeth. When I got back in bed, Rick was already asleep. He was asleep on his side, with his butt
facing me. I spooned up against his body and enjoyed the warmth of him. In ten minutes or less, I was hard and asleep.