Chapter Five





   I knew it would happen, just not sure when.  Doug wanted me to fuck
Jarod.  It was all he talked about spending the long weekend at the
clubhouse.  He was fucking me twice a day, even gave me a blowjob.  I was
in love with him all over again, he appeared to be the handsome, caring boy
that I once knew well.



   "You do want to fuck the kid, right?" asked Doug as he held my legs and
slow fucked me.  "You don't seem overly keen on the idea."



   "I just think he's too young, Dougy.  I don't want to hurt him."



   "He's plenty old enough.  You weren't much older when Rick started
fucking ya!" he reasoned.  "He's already turned out to be a pretty good
little cock sucker."

   "How come you never get him to blow ya, too?" It was a question I had
wanted to ask for a few days, but was afraid of riling him.  Doug had a
short fuse and the least little innocent thing could set him off.



   "Because that's what yer for after I watch the show.  Got a problem with
that?"



   Exactly what I was scared of, his tone of voice became defensive, I had
to settle him down.  "No, Dougy.  I love sucking yer cock and eating yer
cum.  I'm happy that I get to do that and not HIM!" I said with conviction.



   "So now I want to watch you fuck his little ass and then cum in his
mouth!  --But if ya don't want to please me . . ."



   The guilt trip was laid.  "I do WANT to please you, Dougy!  Okay, I'll
fuck Jarod if it means that much to ya.  I never said I didn't want to, and
if ya don't think I'll hurt him much, then why not?  As ya said, I was
taking Rick's huge cock like a trooper near that age.  --Jarod will learn
to love it, too!  Right?"



   I swear that I could feel Doug's erection twitch and thicken just a
little more.  He didn't answer me, he didn't have to, he fucked me into
oblivion and fed me a grand load.  I was quite used to sucking his dirty
cock by then.  Thanks to my mother's suggestion, a high fiber diet kept me
fairly clean and Doug from getting angry.



   Sex with Rick and mom became almost non existent.  Doug told me that he
was all I needed to be satisfied.  I never told my parents why I suddenly
wanted to sleep in my own bed, Rick claimed it was a phase I was going
through, however, the "phase" didn't stop him from occasionally coming into
my room late at night, I just never told Doug about it.  Nor did Doug want
me to jerk off, although I seldom ever did that anyway, I would do it in
front of him, or sometimes he would treat me to a handjob while he fucked
me.



   When his mother decided that he could do his own laundry now on.  Once a
week, the one afternoon when his mom went to play cards with her friends, I
would go over and do it, fold it and put it away for him.  I cleaned his
room, mowed and raked the lawn while he watched `Much Music' on TV as loud
as he wanted.  I didn't mind, after all, as he said, he didn't get to
kick-back and enjoy that stuff much like I did with my mother wrapped
around my little finger.  He deserved it.

   That's when we would have little Mikey join us for sex.  I had visions
of sucking off Mikey well into his teen years, eventually, him fucking me
while I sucked his older brother.  Doug loved his little bro, and Mikey
idolized him in return.  They would lay on the floor and play GI-Joe
together, all the voice and sound effects of combat mouthed.  It was cute.

   At the onset, and incest not being a moral issue for me, I did make the
mistake of asking Doug why he didn't teach Mikey to suck his cock.  After
all, they shared a room together and if he was horny, --Doug went ballistic
and beat me up.  I had a black eye, a split lip, and multiple bruises on my
upper body.  What an idiot I had been.  I deserved it.  I told my parents
that I got into a fight at school, no big deal.  Rick was satisfied when I
lied and told him other than being worse for the wear, I won!  My mother
nursed my wounds, no broken bones.  The next day at school, Doug acted like
nothing had happened, I even blew him in the bathroom at lunch time.



   After school that fateful Tuesday after the long weekend, we had little
Jarod naked in the clubhouse bent over the round pedestal table, the kind
you see in restaurants and bars, a perfect height.  I had taken it atop the
same table many times, and that's where Doug wanted it to happen and watch
from the bed playing with his junk.  I thought that he would at least help
secure the kid, maybe muffle his screams that were sure to be deafening.



   I had the advantage of surprise, Jarod didn't have the foggiest idea of
what was going to happen as I greased up my dick with margarine from the
house refrigerator; Doug's idea, we were out of baby oil and vaseline.



   I spread his cheeks wide with the fingers of one hand until his pink
puckered, chewed-bubblegum looking hole made my hard cock twitch and my
heart pound in final anticipation of deflowering him, if not for the
ultimate reason, --to please Doug!



   Jarod howled like a wolf at the moon, his head reared back completing
the analogy.  I had gained a good two inches in seconds before he reacted
and I wasn't letting that advantage go to waste and plunged forward,
retracting only a quarter inch and forge ahead to gain another inch or so
while completely blacking out Jarod's complaints.  My attention was on
Doug, who was all smiles, a thumbs up and a wink of the eye, playing with
his beautiful cock that he promised to make love to me with after Jarod had
been taken; not giving him a blowjob as usual, an intimate coupling, maybe
even a handjob and a kiss as he was so capable of at times when I was good.


   Good was completely submissive, a subconscious roll of my eyes when I
wasn't quite up to his desires could set him off.  One day I was sick at
school, vomiting and diarrhea.  I was sent home by the nurse,but before I
could leave, he took me into the bathroom and fucked my already red-eye
sore ass hole, and then came over after school to do it again.



   The wonderful feeling of a pending orgasm just short of a few more pumps
in the confines of Jarod's colon, I pulled out, flipped him over like a
ragdoll and forced by cock into his mouth.  He seemed to welcome the
reprieve from his bum only too happy to suck me dry.  I looked over
disappointed to see a fountain of ivory cum spewing from Doug's cock. 
There would be no just reward for me.



   Doug's agenda next called for 9 year-old Jeremy to be molested, however
that plan was thwarted when I happened past my bedroom to see Rick standing
in front of my bed bare assed, his pants down to his knees.  I couldn't see
Jeremy, but the small legs dangling from the edge of the bed between Rick's
legs left no doubt that Rick was getting a blowjob from the kid.  I quietly
retreated to the clubhouse and told Doug what I saw.  He rose, went to the
window and called out summoning Jarod who was playing with Tonka trucks in
the back yard.  The kid would suffice for Doug's taste for voyeurism
another day.



   When we were 14 and in grade eight we both made the middle school
football team.  One night while slow fucking me which always meant that
Doug had something on his mind.



   "Do you love me?" he asked out of the blue.



   "I guess so, I dunno.  You're my best friend and all."



   "But you would do anything I asked, right?"



   "Haven't I so far?"



   "I wanna see you blow me off in front of the whole team." I felt his
cock thicken a little as it always did when he was planning something horny
for me to do.



   "Wha?  --You can't be serious!  I dunno bout that, Dougy." I said
apprehensively, "I don't want everyone to know I suck your cock!



   "Maybe even suck them off if anyone wants one.  That would be so hot
watching ya pull train on the whole team!" he said excitedly and commenced
fucking me hard.



   A month had gone by and he never mentioned it again.  However, as fate
would have it, the team got together for a piss-up in the woods one Friday
night after a victory game and Doug made his move.  He told the other 13
guys that I had lost a major bet with him and had to blow him as loser of
the deal.



   I fully expected that the macho guys would snub their noses at any guy
sucking off another.  Instead they seemed very interested in watching me
humiliate myself when Doug stood before me sitting on a log and dropped his
jeans.



   "SUCK, SUCK, SUCK," the team encouraged in a unified chant

   forming a semicircle so everyone could see followed by catcalls, hoots
and giggles as the bonfire illuminated the scene.





   And suck I did, surprised at how turned on I was by it.  My cock was
straining my jeans begging for release.  It wasn't my imagination when at
the corner of my eye I saw Tommy Jenkins' trackpants jutting out.  I
wondered how many more of my teammates were turned on watching me make a
spectacle of myself.



   Doug made it very clear to the that he was cumming in my mouth with
grunts and groans.  I spiced it up with exaggerated slurping sounds and
kept suckling him until he went soft.  Seconds after I released him, he
announced, "Actually the bet was for 15 blowjobs whenever I wanted to cash
them in.  I'm willing to share them with you guys if ya want and Robbie
clean up his debt."



   I heard the distinct sound of snaps and zippers.  Tommy was struggling
with a knot in his draw string.  Doug laughed and told them to slow down,
that to be fair they would be serviced by team jersey numbers, the lowest,
07, was James Peterson, a fifteen year old who wasted no time stepping up
to where Doug was and pulling down his jeans.



   I had often seen my mates nude in the showers, I was getting a new
perspective on their individual masculinity.  They came in all shapes and
sizes, the smallest was Peter Williams, another 15 year old who's dick no
longer or thicker than my middle finger.  Others varied sized from smokies
to ballpark franks and regular weinies.The largest was Tony Fontini, a
fourteen year old Italian, that in every way resembled a plump Italian
sausage right down to its curvature and those heavy golfballs produced one
fuck of a load!



   Early into being a team "player," I had my own cock out and stroking it
and somehow staving off orgasm until the last boy came in my mouth.  I came
all over Jimmy Miller's left Adida runner, the pearly white gobs were
highlighted atop his black shoe that Doug made me clean up with my tongue.
Jimmy complained that now his other shoe didn't match his left one, and
without being told I obliged him with two equally polished shoes.  My jaw
ached and I was belching up the taste of cum long into the night.

   I lost a few more bets to Doug over the following week until that ploy
wore thin and wasn't needed any longer.  The showers after practise or the
clubhouse had me on my knees, and not too long after, bent over the table
with both orifices stuffed with boy meat.  I was never shunned by my
teammates, maybe a slight loss of respect.  They knew they had a good thing
going, why spoil it?



   As it turned out, 14 year olds Timmy Oliver and Steven Marchuk didn't
have an issue with a little reciprocation when alone with me.  Both gave
great head and Timmy liked it up the ass as well.  I separately introduced
both teens to Rick who in turn introduced them to my mother.  We had many
orgies thereafter, neither Tim nor Steven knew about the other, not even
Doug knew that I was fooling around with them behind his back.



   Doug was fifteen when he got his first girlfriend, Callie.  Doug was
fucking her not two months later but she refused to blow him.  Many times I
smelt her pussy off his cock.  Also, he still wanted his ass eaten out. 
However he no longer had use for my ass.  They regularly fucked in the
clubhouse that I was temporarily evicted from, later he would have me eat
his jism from the condom.  Two fingers scissored at the reservoir, I forced
them and the goop up the rubber to where my tongue awaited.  Rick began to
cut a hole in the end so that I could suck it out wasting little.



   With 14 guys and Rick to service, I was giving 5 or 6 blowjobs a day,
more on weekends.  Eventually Doug and I drifted apart during first year
senior high.  Most of my ex-teammates still came around the clubhouse until
the day they graduated.

   Rick left my mom when I got too old for him and mom stopped minding
kids. She never said why, but I believe Rick was tasting the forbidden
fruit a little too often for her liking.  Last we heard he was living in
the next town over shacked up with a woman and her nine year old son.  I
quit school in grade 11 and got a job at the factory to make ends meet.  I
became the man of the house in every sense of the phrase, I kept my mother
safe and sexually satisfied.  She had watched and felt her little boy grow
into a man.  They say that a cock doesn't stop growing until around
eighteen, and grow I did, tapping out the ruler at 8.5 inches, yes, mother
did measure it once.



   Mom was minding kids again after school and I got my homo appetite
satisfied in the clubhouse with them.  Occasionally I brought a guy home to
bed but mother's sharing days were over, I was enough for her and she never
minded me playing around.  I think she knew about the little boys too, but
turned a blind eye.





   The End


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