Curt - The Physical Exam
by Bill Fore  -  b4@earthlink.net
(A guy, a doctor, the kids best friend, and even their girlfriends)

     It all happened because I needed a physical for wrestling. 
I was a senior in high school then... having a really rough time just
about everywhere in my life.  I had no idea where my father was. 
In fact, I'd never seen him.  Mom worked a long shift evenings as
a cocktail waitress and was in love again (for about the hundredth
time).  She was spending all of her free time at her new
boyfriend's pad.  Sometimes I didn't see her for a week at a time,
since she worked when I was not in school.  On the nights when
she did come home it was always long after I went to bed and she
was so tired that she seldom got up before I left for classes the next
day.
     We lived in a little two bedroom apartment on the third
floor of an old converted (and very run-down) mansion and were
about as poor as people can get.  We had no car, and not much of
anything else.  Mom loved her soap operas so we had a little color
TV with a bad "rabbit ears" antenna, but we didn't even have a
radio in the house.  Mom filled the cupboards with oatmeal for
breakfast and the freezer with TV dinners for me to eat in the
evenings.  My odd jobs... plus a buck or two a week from her...
gave me lunch money, with nothing left over.  I had about three
pairs of Levi's, four shirts, two pairs of sneakers, some sox and a
coat in my wardrobe.  I'm not trying to get you to feel sorry for
me... I just wanted to explain how it was.
     I came home to the empty little apartment every night after
school and sports practice to eat and study.  Once in a while my
best buddy, Rodney, would stop by for a while.  I was trying not
to feel sorry for myself because I knew that soon I'd be on my
own.  I'm sure mom was looking forward to it, too.  There wasn't
much love or affection between us like I'd seen in the families of
some of my friends.  I don't remember the last time I got a pat on
the back or one of those "you're okay" or "I love you" words from
her.
     For two years I'd had a kind of part-time girlfriend named
Patty.  It's not easy trying to date without a car in my town so
Patty was about the only girl in school who'd put up with me.  She
was really frustrating, too.  She put up, but she didn't put out!  Her
family was deeply into being Pentecostals.  She was always trying
to get me to go to church and get "saved".  We kissed but couldn't
even pet.  It was like having a sister!  I couldn't see how the
church was helping anyone in her family much... they were almost
as poor as we were, and not any happier either.  I hung on to Patty
though because, it seemed, she cared.
     As I mentioned, my best buddy for almost all of high school
was Rodney.  I was almost exactly six feet tall, dark haired, pretty
muscular because of all the sports, and clear light skin.  Rod was
short!  Very short!  About five foot three or four, with very black
skin.  We had a few things in common, though.  Rod was as poor
as I was... we loved the same sports, especially wrestling... and he
was also very muscular.  (And... he was a hell-of-a wrestler!)  We
were kidded a lot and called "Mutt and Jeff" sometimes because we
were always together.  In the showers we were also kidded... and
admired, since we were probably the only two uncircumcised guys
in the senior class and were almost matched in our long, thick,
veined eight inchers.  I'm sure we had just about the biggest ones
in the whole school.  Rod's small black body was almost totally
muscles... about one hundred and thirty pounds of perfectly formed
human wrapped in a beautiful, unblemished, hairless (except for his
head, armpits, and groin) ebony skin.
     I'd avoided physical exams for sports for almost three years
but the school got a tough new insurance policy.  The wrestling
coach forced me to go to the doctor for a check-up before our first
official wrestling match.  Coach liked me a lot but he finally had
to get tough.  No physical, no sports.  Naturally, I didn't have any
bucks, but the school had a kitty to pay for the physical and Coach
got me an appointment with an alumni doctor who gave special
rates for physicals to kids in our school.  I was kind of freaked by
doctors (since I'd only been to one twice in my life), so I put it off
until the very last minute.
     "Dr. Richard Johnson, M.D., Specialist in Obstetrics and
Gynecology, Infertility and Urology," it said on the door.  All of
that shit sounded scary.  The building was a brand new high rise
medical office complex and Dr. Richard Johnson's offices were
really beautiful.  A pretty little secretary asked me lots of questions
and wrote down my life history.  I waited nervously for almost a
half hour, and then a nurse took me into a really wild, high tech
examining room.  Some of the gadgets looked like they came out
of Star Wars.  I'd never seen a doctors office like this one... not
even in the medical shows on TV.  The big modern examining
table she had me sit on had all kinds of buttons and special
instruments on it.
     The nurse asked me to take off my shirt.  She checked my
pulse, blood pressure, joked with me about being so nervous, and
then had me wait again.
     Holy shit, man... Doctor Richard Johnson was one
handsome dude.  A little taller than me, very muscular, blond,
wavy hair, deeply tanned, it seemed like about a hundred perfect
pearly white teeth, a few strands of blond hairs coming over his
collar from his broad chest, wearing a long light blue form fitting
doctors coat over expensive, well pressed denims and Reeboks. 
Not my normal vision of what a Doctor should be.  I guessed he
was just over thirty... maybe about thirty-three or four.  He could
have easily been the main catch on TV's "General Hospital" by the
way he looked.  
     He collapsed in a chair next to the table I was sitting on and
let out a big sigh.  "God, what a day", he said, smiling up at me
and then glancing at the chart he held in his hand.  "You're not
about to have a baby or a heart attack, are you?"  I shook my head,
no.  "If your pulse doesn't slow down, you're close," he said, still
smiling, flopping the charts up on the table beside me.  I told him
I could only remember going to a doctor once in my life.  He said
that when he was my age he hadn't gone to one either, since his
family was too poor.  I told him that was my reason for being so
nervous and we compared a few notes about how we'd each grown
up as we got acquainted.  He'd been as poor as I was, and he
hadn't had a father, either.
     I relaxed a lot as we talked.  He seemed to watch me very
carefully, looking me over as if he was examining me with his
eyes.  I called him "Doctor Johnson" once too often, and he told
me to either call him Ric or Doc.  "When I was in post grad school
studying Urology, everybody called me 'Dr. Dick, the Dick
Doctor'... but stick with Ric or Doc, okay?"
     I really liked him, and he acted like he liked me, too.  He
took my pulse again and said it was way down from the figures the
nurse had written down.  Then he rechecked my blood pressure and
started running the scope around my chest and back, listening to
my heart.  He checked my eyes, ears, throat, and all the other
stuff... and then handed me a little plastic glass and pointed to an
adjacent room.  "Get me about a half bottle of your best brew in
the bathroom there, Curt... and you can hang your pants up in
there, too... I need to see you naked, since I'm a dirty old man." 
I laughed.  This was going easier than I thought it would go.
     He put me on the scale, measured my height, put a finger
by my balls and asked me to cough, checked my feet as I sat on
the table, and then asked me to lay on my back.  "Ever have rashes
around your body, Curt?"  "No... can't remember any."  "Your
skin's really dry.  Might be wise to get some lotion on it every
day... like right after your shower.  Get your girlfriend to give you
a massage every night after practice."  I laughed, "Lot's of luck,
Doc... she's Pentecostal".  "Damn, Curt... you must really like big
hangups."  He told me he'd been really hung up about bodies and
touching when he was my age, but that when he went to medical
school he had to touch all kinds of people everywhere, and that
he'd finally gotten over it.
     He asked me to lay down on my back.  He checked about
every inch of my body, probing all over my lower stomach and
finally feeling around my balls.  He got a concerned look on his
face and rechecked the little tubes in my ballsack some more. 
Then he pulled my foreskin back and examined under the skin and
looked closely at the piss slit.  It started swelling because his touch
felt very good.  He noticed me trying to hold back.  "Don't
worry... it's natural.  You're a high powered guy at the peak of
your sex drive.  I'd be surprised if you didn't get an erection."  He
asked me to spread my legs and he checked under my balls, and
then got out a tube of lubrication and a rubber glove.  "You know
what's next, Curt?"  I nodded.  "It's the fickle finger of fate," he
said.
     He ran his lubed finger around my asshole for about a
minute, which gave me a full hard on.  Then, he slowly slipped the
finger into me... moving it around and making it feel kind of good. 
He slowly pushed in further until he was touching something that
felt kind of terrific.  He probed around for a minute, getting that
worried look again.  "What's wrong, Doc?"  "I'm not sure yet, but
we've got some swelling here.  I think you've got a low level
infection."
     He took his finger out of me and inserted a thermometer in
my asshole instead.  I was surprised at how good it had felt when
he'd probed around in me, and I wondered if it was normal to feel
that way.  Doc sure didn't seem bothered that I'd thrown a rod the
whole time his finger was probing my asshole.  He told me not to
worry about the infection, if that's what it was... that it was easily
fixed up over time, and that it was good we'd found it now.  After
he read the thermometer he said, "I need to check your sperm count
to see how long this has been going on, Curt.  Then I can tell you
how long it will take to fix it."
     He patted my thigh and sat back on the chair beside the
table where I was laying.  "You sure your mother doesn't have a
family doctor you would normally go to?"  I told him again that
I'd never seen a doctor since I was a baby, and that Mom had gone
to a clinic once with a cut finger.  Other than that she hadn't gone
to a doctor either.  He looked me over like I guessed a doctor
would... including a fairly long glance at my big, still rock hard
boner.  "Well... I guess it's up to us to fix it," he said.  "Geez,
Doc... what'll it cost?"  Our eyes met.  "More than you can pay,
Curt... so forget it!"  I said something about not taking up his time,
and he firmly said I'd better not worry about it.
     I asked if I could still wrestle.  Doc said, "Stop worrying. 
I'll sign you off as okay for sports if you'll promise me you'll
come by regularly so we can fix it up."  Then he got a small, flat
glass dish and said he was going to leave the room so that I could
get him some semen.  At first I didn't know what he meant. 
"Okay... I'll give it to you in high school English... jack off and
spill some cum in the fucking dish," he said, smiling... and then
asked if I understood him.  We both laughed again.
     It felt really strange laying on a table in the middle of a big
beautiful room, with bright lights shining on me, yanking on my
schlong.  I did it every day so I knew how... but it was usually
when I was at home in bed.  It took a while, but I finally shot
some white stuff, getting at least a little in the dish.  Doc had told
me to press a button next to the examining table when I was
through, so I did it as soon as I'd started breathing normally again. 
He came in, got a cloth, wiped up some of the stuff that had landed
on my stomach, and then took the dish.  "Cummon, Curt,
everybody's gone... follow me to the lab and I'll show you the
little fishies."  It was really very weird.  There I was, bare ass
naked, my prong still three-quarters up, following Ric down the
hall and into the lab to look into a microscope at my wad.  Good
thing the nurses had left for the night.
     He said I'd had the infection for a few months, he guessed,
and that it might take as much as a month or more to get it fixed. 
He said I should stop in after practice every night for a while and
he'd get me some medicine and test me.  Again I said I couldn't
afford to pay and he gave me a little lecture about wanting to help
me, and thinking I was a really sharp guy with a lot of potential. 
I kind of blurted that he didn't know me very well... and he said
he knew me a lot better than I thought he did, since we'd both
grown up the same way.  We talked for a minute or two in the lab
before we went back into the examining room.
     "Get back on the table and let's get finished," he said.  I
laid on my stomach while he gave me a shot of something in my
ass cheek.  It happened so quick I didn't know until he had
finished.  Then he started putting lotion all over my back, legs, and
ass... from neck to toes, and even between them.  He did it slow
and easy, and it took a while and felt really good.  He told me to
roll over.  Slowly he rubbed the soothing, warmed oils over my
arms out to my fingers... then over my chest, my stomach, and
from my feet up my legs, over my balls, and finally, over my
hardening cock.  I was fully hard and pulsing again when he
finished.  "You're a horny little devil, Curt.  That's great. 
Someday you'll wish it could get hard that fast and often."
     Doc insisted on dropping me at my house since I was his
last patient.  We rode the elevator down into the garage of the
medical center and he opened the doors of the most beautiful new
gold Mercedes convertible I'd ever seen.  On the way to my house
he told me not to mention the infection to the coach, since people
who don't know about infections of the prostate gland sometimes
freak out and I might not be able to wrestle.
     Ric gave me a note on a prescription pad saying I was okay
for sports.  Then, he told me to come by the office just after five
the next day, after the nurses had gone, so they wouldn't want to
know about billing and charts.  When we got to my house I
thanked him a lot and he gave me another pat on the shoulder.
     "Oh, yes... Curt.  One other thing.  If your chick decides to
loosen up and wants to chew on your sausage, it's okay.  This isn't
a disease she can catch if she swallows a quart of your milk."  I
grinned.  "Fat chance, Doc."
     The next day in school I wanted to tell Rodney about
Doctor Ric and the wild little hot rod Mercedes I'd ridden in but
decided I'd better not.  I sure didn't want anyone thinking there
was something wrong with me... especially "down there."  After
practice, Rod and I again showered together until just about
everyone else had left.  He wanted to walk home with me, as we
often did, but I lied that I had to run an errand for my mother so
I could go to Ric's office.
     Ric was very cordial again.  I was really impressed when he
told me he'd delivered a little baby girl that morning, and then told
me about a couple of operations he'd performed during the day. 
Wow!  It was wild to have this super cool dude with the $100,000
Mercedes actually helping me and paying some attention to me...
like I was a real, worthwhile human being.
     It was easier being naked in front of him that second day. 
We talked as he worked... blood pressure, pulse, piss sample,
feeling my balls while I laid on my back, the tube of lube, a finger
massaging my asshole, my cock getting hard, the finger entering
me, finding the swelling, rubbing it.  He must have been in me a
full three minutes... probing, checking, and even running his finger
around my asshole when he pulled out.  After washing up, he
examined my hard cock, pulling the skin back, checking the piss
slit, and then, checking my balls again.  He handed me the dish,
said, "Yell when ready", and left the room.
     It was easier, quicker, and kind of erotic that time.  Again,
Doc cleaned me up, and again we watched the little sperm in the
microscope... about half as many as there should be, he said, but
not getting worse.  He gave me a shot and then massaged me
completely again, and again it made me hard.
     He asked what I was doing for dinner, and I said I had a
TV dinner in the freezer at home.  He said he knew a great little
cheap Italian restaurant, and asked if I'd join him.  After a lot of
"geez, Doc, I really shouldn't's," I got in the Mercedes with him
and we had dinner together.  It was probably the third time in my
life I ate in a restaurant that didn't have golden arches out in front. 
     I learned a lot about Doc at dinner that night.  His wife had
left him about three months before and taken their little daughter
with her back to Kansas City.  Doc had been so mad about
growing up poor that he'd learned about buying and fixing up
houses and apartments when he was nineteen.  He continued to do
it all through college, and the properties paid his way through
medical school.
     He said he had bought a retiring doctor's practice about four
years before, and had worked day and night to build it up... and
also buy more apartments, office buildings, and even a pretty good
sized shopping mall.  He'd started a property management company
to run everything... almost a hundred buildings, he'd said. 
Everything had been super, except... he'd not given his wife any
time.  "I thought she wanted a beautiful, multi-million dollar condo,
a place in Palm Springs, a membership at the club and a new
Beamer Sedan, Curt... but she said that all she'd ever wanted was
me."
     Ric got a little emotional as he told me he'd made a big
decision.  He'd lost her... forever.  She didn't want her half of the
real estate so he'd cashed some out and set her up with enough
money for the rest of her life.  She packed the kid in the Big
Beamer and drove back to Kansas City where she found a guy that
wanted her for her.  (When he told me that, I thought... yeah, and
the money Ric gave her, too.)
     Ric told me that he hoped I could be part of his new life. 
"Geez... Curt, I'm glad you walked through the door and needed
something I could offer.  I'm going to start living for others.  I
make so much God-damned money from the real estate and the
practice, it seems like I can't make it stop.  A lot of people depend
on me, but I really don't have anyone I can really care for and
help... other than by delivering their babies and fixing their organs. 
Maybe I can help you a little to find all your terrific potential!"
     The next night, Thursday.... we stopped by his "condo" after
he checked me over so that he could change before we got some
Chinese food at a little restaurant he'd heard about.  Holy shit...
what a pad.  It was a huge, real "Penthouse"... on the top floor of
the tallest and most expensive condo high rise in town.  It had a
big private roof top deck all around it, and an unbelieveably wild
indoor-outdoor private swimming pool on an upper deck so you
could see into the pool from the living room through a huge, thick
plate glass window.  The place had a great rooftop spa, and a view
of everywhere in three different directions.  I couldn't believe a
home could be so beautiful.  I blurted, "God, what's a place like
this worth?"  Then, I said I was sorry, since it was none of my
business.  He smiled and patted my back.  "Somewhere between
four and five," he said.  I was startled.  "Million?"  He nodded.  
     The furniture was better than anything I'd ever seen in the
movies... with lots of soft fabrics and leather... all very warm
looking and modern.  The master bath had a massage table in the
middle of the room with a step down shower and tub built in to a
big bay window looking out over the city.  There was even a little
room with a big electronic tanning bed in it, which explained how
Ric kept his deeply tanned skin.
     As we talked he stripped in front of me to catch a quick
shower and change.  Whew... what a body.  Fine blond hairs
covered his massive chest, lean waist, and muscled legs... cock
about the same size as mine, but circumcised... and the biggest
balls I'd ever seen in years of locker room comparisons.  He was
perfectly proportioned... very muscular, obviously from regular use
of the gym he'd shown me across the hall from the master
bedroom.  This handsome, rich, extremely successful doctor, who
lived in a five million dollar penthouse, flew airplanes, drove
hundred thousand dollar cars and could probably have a friendship
with anyone he wanted to be with... this beautiful man was actually
wanting to be my friend.  I wondered a few times during those
days if I was dreaming.
     This dinner was light and cheery.  No heavy discussions this
time.  I was shocked that I actually liked Chinese food... which
never sounded good so I'd never had any.  We joked, even got a
little raunchy... lowering our voices in the process, and Ric actually
made me drive the 560 SL to my house from the restaurant when
the night was over.  I'm not shitting you!  Me, with only a few
hundred miles of driving and "Drivers Ed" under my belt, actually
driving a brand new Mercedes with the top down for the whole
world to see!  Geez, what a trip!
     For Rodney and me Friday night was usually reserved for
getting together to sneak through the fence of the drive-in movie
and watching what we could see of the current feature while
hanging around the snack bar and flirting with the girls.  That
Friday during lunch hour I lied to Rod for the second time.  I said
I'd met this dude who owned some houses and he needed me to
clean one up that night and the next day.  "Shit, Curtie... can you
get me on, too?"  "Geez... maybe some time in the future when I
get set up with the dude so he trusts me, okay?"
     I rang the buzzer of the locked office door as I had done the
three previous nights.  I got scared.  Ric didn't come to open it
right away.  I was almost ready to walk away when he came to the
door dressed in street clothes.  "Sorry, Curt... I was taking a dump
and couldn't get here faster."  I looked at his clothes.  "Oh, yeah...
I got this idea and forgot to tell you.  The woman that cleans my
place Monday's and Friday's always cooks up something special
and leaves it for me.  I thought that if you had the time, since you
said last night you didn't have any plans for tonight, that we could
get away from this damned office... kick back, feed our faces, and
I can check you there.  I got a full lab at my home office.  What
do you think?"  I didn't care if she'd cooked shit... it was great
with me.
     A note came with the hot dish on the counter.  "Put in the
oven at 300 degrees for thirty minutes before eating."  Ric turned
on the oven.  He asked me to get some cokes out of the
refrigerator.  Then, while the food was heating, he asked if I
wanted to "take a tub".  We stripped in the bathroom and walked
nude across the roof to the spa.  God... it was wild.  We soaked,
talked, told jokes, laughed a lot, even punched each other lightly
and roughhoused a little.  When it got too hot for Ric, he sat up on
the edge of the tub for a while, his beautiful, veined half-hard cock
and huge balls right at my eye level.  I had a very hard time not
staring at his great body.
     When we got out and toweled off Ric made no move to
dress.  We ended up eating dinner in a glassed-in room overlooking
the whole city at a glass topped table underlooking his body. 
When he got up to get more stuff from the kitchen his big tube
swayed right in front of me.  He said that all through his marriage
they almost always ate dinner that way, and that his wife and
daughter almost never wore clothes around the house, either.  In
fact, he said, his wife's parents once ran a nudist resort and she
was the one that had started them living that way.  I was getting
used to being naked and Ric gave me enough compliments about
my body to make me feel really good in front of him.
     My "check up" was done on the massage table in the master
bathroom.  He did just what he would have done at the office,
except that this time the Doctor was also naked, and... he didn't use
the "fickle finger" and he didn't ask me to jack off in a dish before
he started rubbing oils into me.   The massage was even better than
it had been at the office.  As he worked on my back, legs, and ass,
he talked a lot about how beneficial massages were, and how he
used to get them all the time from his wife.  I blurted, "Teach me
how to do it and I'II give you one."  He said it was easy... just do
what he did... backside first, neck to waist, toes to waist... the same
on the front, ending in the middle.  
     Ric walked around the table as he worked on my body. 
When he was standing above my head working on my back and my
neck I opened my eyes and looked down at his beautiful cock and
massive balls less than a foot from my face.  I must have watched
them move about for a couple of minutes as he rubbed me from
above my head.  He didn't have a hard on... but watching his
wonderful body gave me a super rock.
     I rolled over at his request.  I didn't give his seeing my
boner a second thought, since he'd seen me that way for almost a
week.  He worked over my arms, chest and stomach.  Then he
rubbed up my legs. The warm oils felt really good.  Finally he
began oiling my cock and balls.  As he massaged all over and
around them, his lubricated finger began slipping between my legs
to my asshole.  Round and round the outside it went, finally
slipping inside, as his other hand was working the oils into my
solid pole and over my tender balls.  Slowly he worked his finger
deep inside of me.  The sensations were absolutely awesome...
probing me with one hand, while beginning to slowly jack my rod
with the other.
     I held out for about a minute of that treatment and then my
body bowed up off the leather padded table and my spunk began
to quickly fly in spurt after spurt over my stomach, chest, the side
of my face, and all over Ric's hand.  I was involuntarily thrashing
around... my body totally out of control in the ecstasy of the
moment.  Ric scraped some cum on a glass slide, washed off the
rest with a warm washcloth, and then patted my thigh and told me
to rest while he "scoped" my cum.  I noticed, as he walked around,
that he was at least half hard.
     I dozed for a minute, thinking about the awesome feelings,
and thinking about Ric's body.  I really wanted to do the same
things for him, but, since he had no medical problem that caused
him to need it, I figured I could only rub him a little.  I certainly
didn't want him to think I wanted to play with his manmeat.
     When he came back into the room, I asked if he wanted me
to massage him.  "If it wouldn't bug you to do it, I'd love it.  I just
don't want old Curt's mind to blow."  He cleaned the oil off a spot
on my asscheek with some alcohol, gave me my shot, and then we
traded places.  He laid on the table on his stomach and I tried to do
everything he had done.  I'd never touched another body so
intimately before.  I was going really slow, but Ric said it felt
terrific.  After his back, I started at his toes and up his deeply
tanned and muscled legs.  God, what a bod he had!  I worked over
his thighs as he spread his legs a little, and then rubbed oil into his
tightly muscled asscheeks.
     When Ric rolled over I got my first look at his big, thick,
cudgel when it was fully hard.  I worked on his chest and arms,
just as he'd done to me, and he "umm'ed" a couple of times and
told me I was making him feel really great.  When I got down to
his stomach his cock was still hard, laying against his gut with the
big crimson, circumcised knob almost at his navel.  Every once in
a while it would lift up off his stomach and pulse, but there was no
way I could fully massage his stomach without touching it.  I
moved to his toes, and then worked up his legs.  When I got to his
upper thighs he spread his legs enough so that I could rub oil in
between them.
     I'd finally gone as far as I could without touching his
beautiful equipment.  I sounded funny and hoarse.  "Ah, Ric... you
want me to... ah, oil your... ah, balls?"  He opened his eyes and
smiled.  "I want you to do whatever you want to do, and nothing
more or less, okay?  I don't have any hangups, Curt.  Do whatever
you want, wherever you want.  If you're curious about anything...
do that, too.  You want to find my prostate with your finger... go
ahead.  Anything's fine!"
     I rubbed more oil all around his cock and balls, and down
between his legs... and then finally rubbed over his two big eggs. 
My finger moved between his legs and he spread them further,
bending his knees.  I rubbed around his asshole and his cock pulsed
a couple of times and he let out some "umm's" of pleasure.  My
other hand moved to the base of his massive, pulsing staff.  A few
minutes later my oily finger finally slipped into his incredibly hot
channel just a bit.  By that time my other hand was wrapped
around his eight and a half incher, slowly jacking him off.  My
finger went further, his legs spread wider, and he let out more
sounds and said my touch felt really good.  I was really lost in my
pleasuring job.
     Finally my finger was all the way in and touching the lump
he'd told me to look for.  I moved my finger around on it and
continued pumping his cock... running my fingers from deep at the
base in the curly blond nest all the way up over the huge crimson
head.  His body started to move a lot more in response.  I wanted
him to feel better than he'd ever felt before.  I did everything to
him I'd ever done to myself, and soon he was really letting go...
telling me how good it felt as his body was thrashing around.  We
were both sweating.
     "Use two fingers if you want", he said.  I slipped a second
finger into his well oiled, burning channel.  It felt tight and really
great.  His body began fucking my hand and I began thrusting my
fingers into him as my other hand flew up and down his pole. 
Then it happened.  His body spasmed, and blast after blast of his
hot cum flew from his pulsing cock.  It was a beautiful sight, like
I'd never seen before.  I continued to pump it out of him and as I
did an astonishing thing happened... my own cum shot all over
Ric's side.  I'd had an erection for almost the whole time I'd been
rubbing him, but never before in my life had I exploded without
even touching myself.
     After a very thorough clean up and a shower together, we
watched a movie in his little padded video room, laying nude, side
by side on big leather pillows.  Ric talked a bit about curiosities
and said he'd had a lot when he was my age and all the way
through his first years in medical school.  I admitted I had a few,
and he told me I could do anything or ask anything I wanted... if
I wanted to get rid of them.  He asked me a couple of times if
anything that had happened that week had bugged me and said he
definitely didn't want to blow my mind.
     Saturday morning I had wrestling practice.  Rod asked me
a lot of questions about my new "job", and I spun a tale about
doing some odd bits for a doctor who owned a lot of property.  I
had to tell him about the wild condo, so I said I had to meet the
doctor at his pad to get some stuff done, and then described the
rooftop spread in great detail.  As usual, Rod and I showered at the
same time, and it seemed to me that he was being a bit more
aggressive with our normal horseplay, and we ended up "bumping"
each other until I started getting a hard on and had to cool it.  I
detected that Rod was getting a little bigger, too.
     Doc and I had made a deal for me to go to the condo about
five that Saturday night.  I was only a block away at four-thirty,
and had to goof off until the dashboard clock in a car I could see
showed it was almost five.  When I got to Doc's building I rang,
he "buzzed" me up, and then he met me in the private "Penthouse"
lobby and gave me a big, wonderful hug.  He said that since we
were going to dinner he'd like me to try out some extra clothes he
had.  He'd laid out some he thought would fit me and I tried them
on.  Wow, they were great.  Beautiful slacks... better than anything
I'd ever worn, and a really nice silky matching sports shirt.  He
even found some very expensive looking loafers that fit me
perfectly.
     He took me to eat at a very different Japanese restaurant
where the cooks get fancy and chop up the food on the grill as
they're cooking right in front of the customers.  We kidded with
the others around the table, and I felt pretty sharp looking and
special that night all dressed up in the great clothes he'd found for
me.  It was wild... the idea of being Dr. Richard Johnson's little
brother and best friend.
     Back at the condo, we stripped and got in the spa to talk
and watch the stars.  We discussed curiosities and I asked a lot of
questions and got kind of bold in telling him things I had been
curious about.  After he had again made it clear that he wasn't
shocked or surprised at anything I even admitted that I'd wondered
about "getting sucked" and "sucking".  He said both the curiosity
and the act were totally normal.  "You think it's okay to do that? 
Even just once, Doc?  Doesn't that make a guy a cocksucker?" 
"Sure it does... that's obvious.  But most guys your age talk about
cocksuckers a lot because they're afraid they are one.  Most
modern girls are cocksuckers... and a majority of guys either are,
or would like to try.  In other countries most kids do that all the
time when they're young... it's no big deal.  We've just got a lot
more inhibitions than everyone else, that's all."
     "A lot of guys in my school talk and laugh a lot about
screwing each other, too.  Almost everyone says 'fuck you' once
in a while.  Doesn't that hurt?"  "Not if the one getting it is well
lubricated.  Most guys think a tight asshole feels a whole lot better
than a pussy, you know.  Hell, Curt... you've taken dumps that are
bigger around than a cock.  It's another thing that's no big deal. 
A guy needs to get over those things when he's young or they can
foul him up later on when he should be getting on with other
things."  I got a little bolder and asked if he'd ever had any of
those kinds of experiences when he was my age.  Without pause he
looked at me with a warm smile and said, "Sure.  All of them!"  
     When he sat up on the edge of the spa to cool off Ric had
a full hard on and didn't try to hide it.  He said I shouldn't get
overheated so after he got back in the water I got bold and showed
him my turgid state.  He sat close to my leg below me, and when
he turned to look at me my cock was only inches from his face. 
He didn't seem to mind, and sometimes patted my thigh when he
was making a point or just being warm and cordial.
     We spent some time laying in the water side by side and he
put his arm around my shoulder and told me he thought I was a
very special person.  I could have melted, and not from the hot
water, either.  He made a special point of telling me to stop
thanking him for every little thing.  I started talking about hang ups
again, and he said, again, that he didn't want to blow my mind. 
"Doc, I'm the guy bringing stuff up because I want to know. 
Don't worry about blowing my mind.  I'll stop thanking you if
you'll stop saying that, okay?  I want to know."  He told me again
that I shouldn't worry about trying anything I wanted to try with
him... no matter what.  "Want to try something... do it!  I want you
to know what you want to know."
     When Ric sat up on the edge to cool off again I rubbed
around on his legs as I sat below him, even daringly running my
hand up his muscular inner thighs.  His hands ran over my
shoulders and down on my chest.  When Ric got back in the water
we hugged a bit more and my hand started moving over his chest. 
It was really terrific being able to touch this beautiful person and
my cock was as hard as it could get.
     I was beginning to realize that I turned him on, too, and I
had a strong urge to expose myself.  I said I was getting warm and
sat up on the edge of the spa again right above Ric.  He turned
around in the water facing me and then stuck out his tongue and
licked my leg, just inside my knee.  He licked up the inside of my
thigh a ways, and then moved to the other one.  He stopped for a
moment and looked up at me.  "Tongues feel a lot different than
hands, don't they?"  "Yeah, man... it's great!"  He went back to
licking and kissing my legs, up my thighs, over my hips, over my
stomach, brushing his face against my cock and balls as he went. 
Wow... it was wild!
     His lips began moving over my balls and the feelings were
incredible.  I spread my legs and laid back on my elbows as an
invitation for more.  His tongue went under my balls and I spread
my legs further.  He licked all around my virgin asshole until I
thought I would explode.  Then, he licked back over my balls and
started up the base of my cockstem as his hands began massaging
my thighs.  He licked all the way up my cock and then back down
over my balls.  Again his lips moved below my tender ballsack to
that exciting canyon filled with awesome feelings.  I laid back and
spread my legs further and his lips found my virgin puckered
asshole and he licked and sucked right on it... not just around it. 
I was awestruck at the feelings and surprised at his actions as his
tongue pressed against the pucker and he actually kissed my ass.
     After a moment he lapped back up the canyon and over my
balls, slowing moving again up my cockstem until his lips pushed
my foreskin back and slipped over my tender cockhead.  He
worked on the head of my bursting spear for a few seconds, and
then his mouth slowly slid down my cock until I was almost totally
buried in his throat.  I could hardly bear what was happening, and
I'm sure he must have known that I was very close to cumming.
     Ric started sucking harder... and slowly, with full suction,
moved his mouth up my thick pole until he was only sucking the
head.  I began to involuntarily buck and he pulled his lips from my
cock.  He ran his mouth down my cockstem again, over my balls,
and then down my thigh until he stopped completely.  All I could
do was lay there as my spunk slowly settled back down inside me.
     "Hurt much?", he asked.  I raised myself up.  It was hard
to express how it had felt.  I slid back into the water and we held
each other for a while.  Then Ric said we'd better get out before
we turned to prunes, so we dried each other off and went back
inside.  We got some cokes... actually some carbonated fruit
drinks... he wasn't much into junk food... and then decided it was
time for some massages.  "I'll do you first," I said.  "You're on,"
he said, heading for the massage table.
     After I'd done his back and he turned over, I bent over and
licked his chest a little.  His hand stroked my back, and I knew he
was feeling good because his little nipples got very hard.  I licked
down to his stomach, my chin accidently brushing his pulsing
erection.  I don't know which of us was more turned on... Ric or
me.  I licked all around his pole, down his thighs, and then I found
his huge balls.  First one, then the other, and then underneath, as
he now spread his legs wide.
     It was a powerful feeling, giving this big handsome man the
pleasure he'd been missing.  I licked around his asshole a bit, and
then... trying to emulate what he had done to me... I moved back
through the valley, over his balls, and up the stem of his pulsing
shaft.  I licked around the head, holding the shaft in my hand, and
then started working on the thing as if it was a great big sucker. 
I went as far down on it as I could, learning how not to gag as the
big knob hit the back of my throat.  After a while my neck was
sore from bending over him and sucking, but I didn't want to
stop... it just tasted so terrific.
     I fingered his balls, and then slipped one finger into his
asshole.  Soon I was in him with two fingers, slowly pushing them
in all the way to the walnut deep inside of him.  His body
movements grew more pronounced, and I felt the muscles in his ass
begin to milk my fingers.  Soon his cock was pushing way up into
my mouth, then almost out... then way up to the back of my throat
again.  He moaned, exclaimed, and was really letting go.  His hand
roamed over my body, up and down my back, and finally his finger
slipped into my asshole.  His pumping got wilder... his moans
much louder, until he grabbed my head and pulled my mouth from
his cock just in time to miss the first of the gushers from his deep
well.
     He pulled me up onto the massage table on top of him and
we laid together, glued by his cum... our hard cocks pressed
together against our bellies.  We held each other for a few minutes
and then he had to get up and take a leak.  I laid on the table to
relive the wonderful experiences while Ric was gone.  He brought
back a washcloth and cleaned me up... and then he climbed on the
massage table and knelt above me, facing me and straddling my
stomach.
     My hands roamed over his back as he bent down to give me
a hug.  My fingers seemed to naturally move to his asshole as they
roamed his beautiful body.  He reached over for the slippery
lubrication.  "Put some of this on you fingers, Curt.  If you get it
all loosened up back there, I'll show you something you'll probably
like."  I knew what he meant and I could hardly believe he'd let
me try it.  I used one finger, then two, and he reached between us
to spread some of the slippery stuff on my bursting pole.
     Then he raised up and told me to hold my cock.  Carefully
he positioned himself so that the head of my manmeat began
pressing against his tender asshole.  I felt him slowly press down
against me... lingering... harder and harder, until my inflamed
cockhead finally parted the fighting muscle.  The head of my organ
slipped just inside, and then he stopped... as if to catch his breath. 
He looked down at me and smiled.  "Wow, it's been sixteen years
since the last one, and he wasn't nearly as big!"
     Ric began to press down again.  My cock slipped further
and further into this handsome man.  Oh, what a feeling!  Soon I
felt his balls touch my stomach and knew he was almost all the
way down on my throbbing pole.  I held his asscheeks as he began
to ride me.  Then I began to raise myself up to meet him, until he
let me control the thrusting by just staying above me.  His hands
began to tweak my hardened nipples.  My hands went to his soft
cock and I began to jack it as I thrust up into him. "God, it's good,
Curt... let 'er go."
     We both made lots of noises as I rammed up into him.  His
hands roamed my chest and stomach and he reached behind himself
to grasp and pull on my balls as I thrust.  I had held back as long
as I could but I knew I was about to explode.  I thought I should
pull out, but he lowered himself so that I couldn't and shot after
shot of my hot spunk went into his bowels.  Ric squeezed my balls
as I came and began again to move up and down on my gushing
spear.  After the shots subsided we again collapsed together, but
this time my cock was still buried deep inside of him.
     We must have stayed that way for at least ten minutes. 
When my softened cock finally did slip out of him I almost felt as
if I could never cum again.  He washed me off again, and again we
hugged.  He set up the tanning bed so that I could lay on it and tan
while I got my strength back.  After I'd tanned for a half hour he
massaged my body completely and even prodded my tender,
willing asshole some more.  Before he finished with me, he gave
me another shot.
     I wanted to return the favor of opening myself up to an
invasion of his big cock but he said I should wait and think about
it... that we had plenty of time.
     Sunday afternoon he took me flying and we had lunch in a
town a few hundred miles away.  I'd never been in a private
airplane.  Again it was almost too much to believe.  As I said
before, I really, honestly thought that I was dreaming during a part
of that time with Ric.
     Sunday night he rubbed me, checked my asshole, and
pumped me dry.  I did the same to him, and tried to let him fuck
me... but again he said not to rush it.  It seemed like I was
spending every waking moment thinking about Ric and wondering
how I could please him.
     I used one of mom's hidden dildo's one night to see if I
could handle Ric's cock.  It was a very tight fit and hurt a lot at
first but I got it in and kept it there for about ten minutes.  I
washed the pink plastic prong off and then practiced swallowing it
as far as I could, seeing how long I could keep it all the way in my
throat without gagging.
     Dinner, getting naked, tanning, hugging, the spa, lots of
conversation, check-ups, shots, massages, and jacking each other
off... that's how it went Monday and Tuesday night.  Wednesday
night Ric said he had to go to a meeting, but, he also said that
Thursday night was going to be a very special time for us.  Any
ideas I'd stored up I could do on Thursday night... and that night
I was going to plan everything that happened.  I could pick the
restaurant from all the one's we'd gone to, or any new one I could
think of... I could plan everything we did afterwards, and he'd do
it with me if it was legal and nobody would get hurt.
     Tuesday night Ric also gave me some bad news.  He was
going to fly to Kansas City to visit his daughter on Friday, and
wouldn't be back until Monday.  God... four days apart from this
terrific person whom I'd come to love.  That night I told him I
loved him.  He gave me a long hug and told me he loved me, too. 
I cried when I got home that night.  Four days wasn't the only
issue.  I guess I cried out of happiness because I finally really
loved another human being.
     Wednesday night Rod and I had TV dinners at my house,
and I cautiously told him a lot more about Dr. Johnson... my new
employer.  We watched TV, had some horseplay, and practiced
some wrestling holds on the carpet in the living room with our
shirts off.  I felt Rod's rod poking me through his pants and knew
my friend was as horny and curious as I was.  It was hot in the
room and we got all sweaty.  He suggested we take showers, but
I said the water heater was too small for two showers.  "Well... we
can both get in at once," he said.  We did, and went so far as to
wash each others back and let each other see about a half a hard on
a piece.
     And then came Thursday.  I picked the Japanese restaurant
where the cook got wild and cut up the stuff and cooked it right in
front of us.  Afterwards, because Ric said I had to set up what we
did, we got naked and went hot tubbing and hugged a lot.  He
asked what I had planned.  "Well... I want to cum twice tonight to
make up for last night.  Did you cum last night?"  He said he
hadn't.  "Okay... then, we're both going to suck each other... and
then we're going to screw each other, okay?"  He just looked at me
and grinned.  "I'm shocked, young man... but... you're the boss."
     I said I wanted to suck him first, and he asked me if I'd be
interested in another way to do it, since he knew my neck got sore
from the last time.  I asked him to show me so he took me to a big
leather arm chair in the den, told me to sit on it, and then he
straddled me, his knees spread wide and resting on arms of the
chair.  His cock was right at face level, and he could rest his arms
on the back of the chair.  "You like?", he asked.  I nodded.  My
hands began to explore his body and soon he had a roaring hard
on.
     Doing it in the chair was terrific.  I could explore his whole
body with my hands as I sucked his beautiful cock and it was very
comfortable for both of us.  When he got to his peak and was
about ready to cum, I sucked as hard as I could and held him so
that I could taste his spunk.  Shot after shot of the warm, salty
liquid flew down my throat as Doc moaned and spasmed in his
ecstasy.  I was surprised that my first taste of cum was so easy to
take.  I had really loved the dominant feeling of swallowing my
beloved Ric's precious fluid.
     We traded places.  His hands massaged me inside and out
as his mouth worked over my bursting spear.  I asked him to use
two fingers as he probed my asshole and I felt a little stretched but
there wasn't any pain.  His hands and his mouth were expert and,
although Doc did a lot of things to prolong the experience, I
quickly shot wad after wad of my cum down in throat.
     We hugged, fondled, and played with each other in that big
leather chair for about a half hour.  Then, after we'd wrestled each
other playfully to the floor, Doc laid on his back and his legs
wrapped around my back as I straddled him.  I'd fingered his
asshole a little during our playtime and he said he was ready for
the big invader.  He got out a tube of lube, then raised his legs as
I greased up his chute and my pole.  Then, I positioned my hard
cock against his rosebud asshole, and slowly... using his hands on
my hips and ass to guide me... he pulled me fully into his hot
cavern.
     Ric coaxed me to fuck him hard as I was propped against
the backs of his legs.  I crashed into him, my balls slapping against
his asscheeks, his hands pulling me as deep as I could go.  We fell
to our sides.  We were still connected, so we used that position for
a while... and then we used a few others.  The tension began to
build and I started slamming into him harder and harder.  Finally
it happened... by far the wildest explosion I'd ever had.  It seemed
like I unloaded a full quart of my hot gism into his milking
chamber.  Again we laid and held each other for a while, and then
Doc went to the kitchen and got us some drinks.
     I wanted to experience his beautiful cock buried in me, too. 
Doc suggested I straddle his stomach so I could control what
happened.  He laid on his back and I sucked him up to a full
erection while his oiled fingers probed my asshole.  Then I oiled
up his hard cock and positioned myself over it.  As the head
pressed against my asshole, the pain was pretty bad.  Doc said I
should just loosen up... or maybe try some other time.  I wanted to
get over it, so I pressed down hard against his big, blunt spear...
and, with a shot of pain his big cock slipped in past my sphincter. 
As fast as the pain came it seemed to go almost completely away.
     I wanted Doc to feel the wonder of being buried in a tight
asshole, so I pressed myself down until his massive organ was
completely inside of me.  His hands roamed my body as I began
to slowly maneuver up and down on his joy stick.  Doc began to move
with me... and soon I was completely consumed with making him
feel as good as I'd felt inside of him.  I rocked up and down on his
huge member as he thrust his groin up to meet me.  Sounds of
ecstasy escaped him as he began to build to his climax.  Our bodies
were crashing together and I knew he was past the point of holding
back.  I raised up and held myself as he fucked me.  Our hands
were everywhere on each other.  We'd worked over each other's
nipples, he'd caressed and massaged my cock and I had reached
behind me to fondle and squeeze his churning balls.  
     And then, he came!
     I felt the hot cum fill my insides as he slammed blast after
blast of his ammunition deep into my bowels.  He was like a
bucking bronco... thrusting his cock as far up into me as it would
go.  We collapsed together on the floor.  I wanted to feel Ric
inside of me so we laid connected together until long after his cock
had fully softened.  It had been a tremendous experience... pain and
pleasure mixed together in a most wonderful way.
     We showered together, and then I relaxed on the sunbed for
a half hour.  Ric massaged oils into my spent body and even
carefully lubricated my tender asshole.  I massaged him, too... and
then we laid together and talked.  Ric wanted me to check the
condo while he was gone, so he gave me a key and told me the
combination to the security system.  Then he gave me another
key... one that had the Mustang insignia on it.  He said I should use
his spare car while he was gone... and after a few "I really
shouldn't's," I agreed.
     We dressed and he took me to the garage to show me an
almost new white Mustang 5.0 Coupe with all the spoilers and
fancy wheels and tires on it.  Holy shit, was I shook!  He showed
me how to arm the theft alarm so that it would begin honking if
anyone touched it.  When we were about to say our goodbyes for
four days, he also handed me five $20 bills and said I should have
a good time.  After being sure nobody else was in the dark
underground garage, we hugged a long time and both got a little
tearful.  God, how I loved him!
     I didn't dare hot-rod the awesome Mustang on the way
home.  I was scared to death that I'd screw up the car and ruin the
awesome relationship that was building with Ric.  I wanted the
dream to last!
     There was a note with a twenty dollar bill on the kitchen
table from mom on Friday morning.  It read, "Curtie:  I had a
chance to go to Tahoe with some friends early this morning.  I'll
be back on Monday.  I stopped at the all-night store and got some
extra food which you'll find in the ref.  Have a nice weekend.
Mom."  Never, "Love you a lot", or any of that stuff.  Just...
"Mom!"  Every time she took off for a fling with her current
boyfriend she left me some conscience money... so now I had a car
and $120 for the weekend.

     I drove to school that Friday for the first time in my life. 
It was really wild having the freedom of wheels... especially the
finest wheels of any kid in my school!  Rod and I planned a
double-date with our girlfriends that night and I explained the car
away to him with a half-honest lie about the doctor wanting me to
take care of some of his properties while he was out of town. 
After school and practice I drove to the sporting goods store for
some desperately needed stuff... a couple of new pairs of sox and
two new jocks... blowing almost all of the twenty mom had left
me.
     I got to Rod's house at six.  His girl, a very sexy, cute,
stacked little black jockette named Janelle, lived just around the
corner so she had come over to his place and was with Rod.  I'd
met her before at school and thought she was really sexy... perky,
pointed knockers and a tight gymnasts body.  She was also a very
free kick in the ass.  Janelle seemed to like me, too.  She wasn't
nearly as hung up as most other girls I knew... like Patty.
     We drove to Patty's house.  Her father was extra grouchy,
and I had to go through a long song-and-dance and give him an
eleven o'clock curfew guarantee so that he would let her go out
with us.  Patty told me later that he was very pissed because he'd
discovered that Rod and Jan were going to double-date with us. 
He saw that they were black, and since he was an asshole redneck,
he didn't like the idea of his daughter double dating with them. 
What a prick!  After a lot of hassle, with Patty even getting
steamed up at her old man, the four of us finally got away from
him and headed for the Chinese restaurant before anything really
big blew up.
     Patty was impressed with the car... and the story about how
I got to use it.  I wondered what she would have thought of the
real story.  We had been planning on dinner and a movie, and I
wanted to show them my newfound prowess at ordering Chinese
food.
     Before we got to the restaurant, Rod and Jan found my
shopping bag in the back seat.  They took my new jock straps out
of the boxes and started whirling them around and making wild,
crazy comments.   Little Pentacostal Patty even got into the act,
putting one on her head.  I guess she felt free enough to do it since
she was totally pissed and rebelling at her father for the restrictions
and the scene he had made.  Patty was being very hostile and
defiant toward her old man.  I'd never seen her that way before.
     They were impressed about how I ordered the special
Chinese dishes and knew what they were.  We took about two
hours eating all of the great courses.  It was sure fun being big
time!
     We decided that the timing was too tight and it was too late
to go to the movie we'd planned.  Since I'd mentioned that my
mom wasn't home... everybody said they wanted to just go there
and watch television.  Janelle said, with a gleam in her eye, "We
can do some serious necking if your mom ain't home!"  Patty had
seen my little dump many times, Rod had been there a few times,
and Janelle came from a crummy home too... so I decided they
wouldn't be shook up by the pad we had.
     While driving home we got to talking about wrestling, and
Jan asked me if I could pin Rodney.  I said sure, since I was in a
much heavier weight class.  Rod and I had a fun, macho argument
about who was the better wrestler, and Patty said we should have
a contest when we got to the apartment to prove who was better. 
Rod said we didn't have our wrestling uniforms and he didn't want
to get my blood on his good pants.  Everybody laughed.
     Patty said, "Wrestling's a real turn on to me, you guys... so
prove who's best.  You've got to have something at home you two
can wear... like gym shorts or swim trunks."  "Nope... they're all
at school, and school's locked up," I said.  Then Jan got out the
package of stuff I'd bought and suggested we could wear the new
jocks.  "That'd cover enough to make you legal," she said.
     The subject changed to rock music, school, parents, and a
few other things... until we arrived at the apartment, climbed the
two flights of stairs and got inside the door.  We hadn't been in the
door two minutes when Patty asked if we were going to show them
which one of us was the better wrestler.  "Geez, babe... we really
don't have anything to wrestle in," I said.  Jan chimed in, "Rob
Lowe ran around in a movie in one of them things you had in the
bag.  You got two of them... use them."  Rod made a snide remark
about not being sure I had "two of them", and we got a little
playful... landing on the rug with me putting Rod in a headlock and
him fighting to get free.  Rod ripped a button off my shirt, and that
stopped the fun time.
     Even though the TV was on and we were starting to watch
a movie, Patty and Jan wouldn't let the idea of a wrestling contest
drop.  Jan said that she thought watching guys wrestle was really
sexy to her, too, and said we were wimps if we didn't do it.  I was
surprised when Patty agreed, and said that watching "hunky" guys
wrestling at school was her very favorite sport... besides swimming,
which she was great at.
     Rod looked at me with a little gleam in his eye and said,
"Hey, dude... why not?"  I was really surprised that my religious
Patty was pushing for us to wrestle each other wearing only a
supporter, so I asked her if she'd ever seen a guy wearing only a
jock, and she said, "Sure! I saw that Rob Lowe hockey movie
twice.  It was great!  What's the big deal?"
     So... the girls sat on the couch watching the movie on the
tube while Rod and I moved the coffee table and everything else
off the rug that would serve as our "ring".  Then Rod and I went
to change in my bedroom.
     We stripped down to our white sweat sox.  Rod got my
bottle of baby oil off the sink and put a thin coat on his tight little
body, rubbing it everywhere.  I used some too, so that he wouldn't
have an unfair advantage from being so slippery.  We wiped off the
excess stuff with a towel.  It seemed strange being nude with Rod
outside of the shower room at school, but he seemed real at ease
and was kidding about turning the girls on.  When we were putting
on the new jocks, Rod looked in the mirror to adjust his big cock
and said, "Maybe we can get them horny, Curt.  Geez... if we got
them turned on we could score together... have a regular old orgy,
maybe."  I thought of Patty's total resistance to anything sexual
with me.  "That'll be the day."
     Jan and Patty both whistled when we came out of the
bedroom door.  We were facing them, and I wondered how they'd
feel when we turned around.  I guess we were a sight.  Both of us
were in terrific shape.  With only white narrow band supporters and
white sox on, our "tans" really showed.  I'd been on the tanning
bed enough at Ric's house to get pretty brown, and Rod was a
deep, glowing mahogany color without any help.  I was glad the
apartment below us was vacant, and knew that the people on the
first floor were gone for the evening and couldn't hear the noise,
either.
     Before my experiences with Doctor Ric I never would have
been able to handle being in front of two girls wearing only a jock
and some sox.  I still felt a little self conscious at first (with my ass
hanging out), but when I saw Patty and Jan looking like they were
getting excited I started to get into the situation a lot more.  I
stretched and prepped myself on one side of the rug, while Rod did
the same on the other side.  Jan had an electronic watch with a
timer on it because she was a runner, and both girls knew enough
to know what a "pin" was, so we decided we'd go for a pin with
a break every three minutes... and we'd also break if we got off the
rug.
     It was a blast!  Rod was a little stronger than I'd thought,
and a pin wasn't going to be as easy as I'd anticipated.  It was hard
getting holds because we were both a little slippery from the oils. 
When we got into some position on the rug where he could reach
my waist band, Rod seemed to be half-heartedly trying to pull my
jock down.  I pulled his waistband down a bit the first chance I
got, too, and the girls cheered.  Other than our well-oiled muscles,
though, they didn't see anything beyond our asses and assholes. 
When we were pressed in a hold that brought his mid-section up
against mine, I knew Rod had gotten a little swollen in the crotch.
     We both spent about half our time trying to win and the
other half fooling around and mooning the two girls who'd begun
getting pretty loud as they cheered us on.  I got Rod in a hold with
my hand between his legs on his bare ass and almost held him for
a pin.  I guess I didn't want it all to end just then, so I let up
enough so he could roll over... his head coming to rest between my
legs not far from the sweat-covered jock.
     The beeper went off.  We broke, and Jan got up and went
to Rod with one of the towels we'd brought from the bathroom to
wipe off his perspiration.  Patty saw what Jan was doing and came
over to wipe me down, too.  Rod and I were both a little big for
the small elastic pouches we were wearing, and Jan rubbed her
hand with the towel all around his bulging supporter.  Patty got
fairly close to mine, too... certainly going much farther than I ever
thought she would.  It was obvious that both girls had gotten really
worked up over round one.
     "What happens to the winner... and what happens to the
loser?", Patty asked.  We kicked it around, and after a few
suggestions Jan said, "I got it! The winner takes the losers jock...
and the loser can't put anything on 'til we leave."  Surprisingly,
Patty not only didn't object... she smiled and said she thought that
would be "fair."  We changed the subject and it was kind of left
that way.
     We started "round two," as the girls called it, and I flashed
on the fact that the girls had seen far more of my asshole than I
had ever seen.  I had Rod in a leg lock, standing over him, his
back arched... almost pinned... our backs (and asses) aimed at the
couch where the girls sat.  We rolled into another position, and a
couple of times we were face to jock with each other as we
wrestled around on the rug.  I was starting to get winded, and we'd
gone at it for almost six minutes... so I used my full strength and
my thirty pound weight advantage to flip Rod into a hold he
couldn't break.  I moved onto his chest as he lay on his back, and
the extra weight advantage was all it took to finish him off.
     Patty got up and cheered, and Jan came over behind where
I was straddling Rod's chest.  She reached behind me for his
supporter and, with one quick pull, slipped it down to his knees. 
I leaned back to get up and his slightly aroused cock brushed
against my ass.  I helped him up, and we stood side by side as
Patty came over to pat my shoulder, give me a kiss and
congratulate me. 
     The apartment was very warm and I was sweating a lot.  I
said I needed to take a shower.  Rod was sweating worse than I
was... standing in front of us in mock dispair at having lost.  His
ebony cock was still a little bigger than when I'd seen it in the
locker room, with the crimson head peeking from its foreskin
covering.  Patty didn't hide her interest in seeing this part of his
anatomy, and I realized she'd never seen me that way in the two
years we'd gone together.
     Rod started calling "foul" and said it was only fair if we
went two out of three falls.  The girls agreed.  Rod wanted his jock
back, but Jan hung on to it and said he'd lost it fair and square and
would have to wrestle without it.  Jan asked what would happen to
the winner and loser this time, and Patty said that if I lost the
second fall I'd lose my jock... but if I won, then I'd be the overall
winner at two out of three.
     They couldn't figure out what the prize should be for the
overall winner, but Jan has a suggestion... "What if we all spank
the loser on his bare ass."  Rebellious Patty said, "Or maybe the
loser would have to kiss the winner's ass."  "Or, better yet," Jan
blurted, "the loser has to suck off the winner."  It got quiet for a
few seconds, and then we decided that the two girls would settle
what the loser would have to do.
     I showered quickly, put on some more oil, and put my jock
and sox back on.  Rod did the same when I'd finished, but came
back to the living room wearing only his socks.  It was weird
wrestling Rod naked.  His smooth, oiled skin seemed even harder
to get a grip on, and all the holds had to be with leverage.  His
cock was pressed against my skin about half the time, and I had
loosened up and was really enjoying the contact as the girls yelled
encouragement.
     I wanted to see how far things would go with Patty in this
loose mood.  I knew that my extra thirty pounds was enough of an
advantage to get a pin, so I decided to lose the second fall and get
naked, too.  I was horny... Patty was more worked up than I'd ever
seen her, and I thought it was a great time to go for it.  Two weeks
before I would have been mortified at the idea, but time with Doc
had given me a lot of confidence in my bod and I figured this was
a way to get Patty even more turned on.
     I let up a little, and Rod got the pin.  As I stood to get the
sweat wiped off, Patty shocked me by mimmicking Jan and pulling
my jock down without any help or anyone else's suggestion.  Jan
had been freely wiping the towel again over Rod's cock.  The
scene was certainly getting far more erotic than I'd ever expected.
     I was getting winded and the clock was ticking away, so
after about a minute of the next round, after Rod and I had both
used holds that put our hands in direct contact with each others
cocks... I flipped him over on his back and landed on him for the
pin.  I was again on top of his chest... this time with no jock on
and my cock inches from his face, my balls laying against his
chest, and his cock not far from my bare ass.  Both girls cheered
as we stood, naked and both more than a little aroused before them. 
I wanted a lot of other things to happen, but first... I knew I had to
get washed off again.  I didn't want Patty offended by any smells.
     I went to shower and Rod came as soon as I'd gotten the
water turned on.  We washed off quickly, him jumping in the
shower as soon as I got out.  Rod again added some baby oil to
himself before he dried off, since he said it made his muscles stand
out.  I did the same.  I stopped to brush my teeth and use a little
after shave.  Rod said we should stay naked when we went back to
the living room and see what happened.
     Jan and Patty were sitting side by side on the couch, talking,
so I sat next to Patty and put my arm around her shoulder.  "God,
Curt... I've really become a fan of wrestling now," Jan said.  Rod
walked into the room a few seconds later and I realized he'd
stopped to get himself about half erected again.  He was quite a
sight... shiny, black, perfect skin wrapping his small, tightly
muscled frame.  The big, veined, crimson-headed, half-hooded,
half-hard cock seemed a bit too large for the size of him, but it
made him appear all the more sexy.  The four of us sat on the
couch... Rod and I as bookends for the two girls between us.  We
started kissing a bit, and almost instantly Patty and I had gone
beyond anything she'd ever let me do before.  I knew she was
really worked up.
     Jan and Rod hadn't dated long, but there seemed to be no
restrictions in what they were doing.  Rod's hands were in Jan's
blouse as they kissed.  Jan's hand was often on Rod's rod, and now
it was obviously fully hard as she stroked it.  I adjusted myself on
the couch so that my whole body was easily accessable to Patty. 
Patty's hands had roamed as far south as my navel, and now, as
she had a chance to watch my straining cock for the first time in
our two years of dating, she came very close to touching it.  She
was breathing very hard as her hands roamed up and down the
inside of my thigh and over my lower stomach.
     I was just about to try going a little farther with Patty when
a beeper went off.  It was Jan's watch, set for the time we had to
leave so everyone could get home before "curfew".  It really broke
the mood.  Patty took her hands away from my body and started to
pull her clothes back together.  Rod stood up, his rock hard
mahogany cock standing straight up and out from his body.  I'd
never seen him that way before.  I was in the same fix but decided
to stand, too.  Jan too one look at me and said, "Whew, Patty,
look... the warriors want to fight... they've got their spears out."
     Jan stood, and pulled Rod over to stand next to me. 
"Wow... almost a perfect match except for the color, huh?"  Patty
got up, looking a little nervous, but still staring at the two swords
lined up side by side.
     On the way home Jan asked when we were going to have
a re-match.  "We got to figure out who's the real winner!"   Rod
said, "How 'bout tomorrow night... I'm not doing nothing after
work."  Patty seemed very interested.   "My father is going fishing
tomorrow, I think.  If he does, I can get away if mom thinks I'm
going on a date to a movie.  I'll tell her it's a double feature and
we can stay out later."  I told them that mom wasn't due home
until Monday, since it was a holiday weekend and she had an extra
day off.
     I checked on Doc's condo on Saturday, cleaned the filters
in the spa, and took a dip to be sure it was okay.  Being alone in
the spa was sure nothing like my wild times with Doc there.  I
worked out in the gym and did an extra long time under the sun
lamps before leaving.
     I didn't want to get more oil on mom's old carpet if we
were going to wrestle again.  So... on the way home... I got a big,
thick, cheap plastic drop cloth at the discount hardware store and
put it in the hall closet.
     Patty's dad did go fishing, and her mom... who seemed to
really like me... said we could stay out until 12:30, since the last
double feature we could find in the paper (which we'd both already
seen) let out at midnight.  I picked up Patty first and we acted like
we were going alone so her mom wouldn't freak out about Rod
and Jan.  We picked them up... got a couple of pizza's, some KFC
and some cokes... and headed for my little apartment.
     Patty and I fed pizza to each other and got a little messy. 
We watched a little TV, Rod and Jan told some dirty jokes, and we
did enough fully clothed grab ass to get each other turned on. 
Patty got it started:  "When are you guys going to show us who the
best wrestler really is?"  Jan chimed in about us having just fooled
around the day before.  Rod stood up as if to say he was ready for
it.  I was back in the mood, too.  If I played my cards right, Patty
and I could finally finish our two year tug-of-war and get it on.
     Rod and I covered the rug with the plastic, anchoring it on
the corners by setting chairs and the couch on it.  "Ooh... so now
your going to get more oily, huh?"  My little swimmer, Pentecostal
Patty, was getting horny again and surprising me.  "I saw women
doing oil wrestling on TV a few nights ago," she added.  "It was
really wild looking."  Rod and I started teasing the two girls about
oiling up and putting on a bout, but Jan said she was a runner and
Patty said she was a swimmer.  "Wrestling is your sport," they told
us.
     My studly black friend and I went into the bathroom to
change.  "We supposed to put on the jocks?" he asked.  I wasn't
sure.  We got naked and oiled up... including oiling each other's
back.  We left the socks off because of the extra oil and the plastic. 
Rod was more free with me than he'd ever been, and when he
oiled my back his hands even moved down over my ass cheeks. 
Because he'd done it, I did the same to him.  We slipped the jock
straps on and then Rod hit my hand with a high five.  "The real
winner tonight, Curtie, old friend, could be both of us... if we get
'em excited."
     "What are you wearing those for?"  Jan asked it as soon as
we came into the room and Patty chorused her disapproval, too. 
Rod shrugged and pulled off his jock, so I did, too.  I felt a little
strange being bare ass naked in front of the girls again, but the
feelings went away when I noticed Patty watching my swaying
schlong.  I really wanted to do whatever it took to turn her on.
     I guess I might have had an extra need to prove myself with
a girl to show myself that what was happening with Doc didn't
mean I might be queer.  After all, Doc had been married and that
proved he wasn't!
     We were supposed to do one more fall to see who the
overall winner was, since Rod and I had both won a fall.  We went
to separate corners of the plastic to stretch, and then Jan got her
timer working and said the new round was on.  We were more oily
than the night before, and the plastic was getting oily and slippery. 
Leverage was the only way to win, and I knew my thirty pound
weight advantage would make it easier for me.
     Both Rod and I fooled around a lot... trying holds, and
generally doing everything to make it more sensual for the girls. 
We both got a little aroused a few times, and I was really turned
on by all the touching and holding of Rod's incredible body. 
Once, with his hand on my ass, his finger slipped in me for a
second as he was trying to get a new hold.  I wasn't sure it was
cool because the girls had a perfect view of what he'd done. 
Also... just before the buzzer went off I got a handful of half-hard
cock for a second by accident.
     The girls toweled us off between "rounds," and Patty was
very free in rubbing the towel over my equipment.  Jan got the
bottle of baby oil out and added some to Rod.  Patty said it wasn't
fair unless I had some extra, too... so she rubbed it over my chest,
legs, ass, and finally even ran her oiled hands lightly over my
dangling balls and expanding meat.  Rod and Jan were kidding
around, and Jan pinched him on the ass.  "No fair, babe... I'm
naked and defenseless.  Pats... you wouldn't do a thing like that,
would you?"  Patty said, "Never."  Rod said, "Okay, you guys...
next round we change corners.  Pats... you take care of me and Jan
can handle Curt."  Jan looked at me.  "Oooh, 'handle'... I like
that."
     We play wrestled some more, even oilier this time.  I got
Rod on his stomach and was fully splayed out across his back, half
heartedly trying to turn him over for the pin.  It seemed like acres
of our hot, moist skin were touching.  My chest against his back,
my cock laying in the crack of his ass. As he wiggled and I
wiggled, my cock slipped down between his legs.  As it hardened
it pressed against the underside of his balls.  Our legs were spread
and Jan saw it.  "Okay, you guys... watch it.  This is wrestling, not
screwing," she kidded.  I continued to try to turn him from that
position, but the buzzer sounded.
     Jan came to me with a towel and started wiping off the
prespiration.  Patty hesitated, then moved to Rod.  Both of us now
had pretty firm boners.  After the girls wiped us off, they dutifully
added oil.  Jan's fingers seemed more sure than Patty's, and the
stimulation was terrific.  Actually, she was jacking my cock as
much as she was oiling it.  I glanced over at Rod, and Patty didn't
seem to be holding back as she oiled the crimson head of his
upstanding poker.  The girls were definitely getting turned on and
I decided to try and pin Rod in the next round so we could get on
with the party.
     It wasn't easy, but just before the bell I finally got him on
his back and straddled his chest... my knees holding down his
slippery biceps.  Rod kept trying to get my head in a leg lock by
flipping his body up.  It caused his cock to bump against my back
but the headlock didn't work and the girls called the pin.
     Rod and I showered and returned naked to the couch where
the girls were.  We again made bookends with the girls in the
middle.  Patty was very warm and worked up.  Jan and Rod started
French kissing and were soon petting heavily, which may have
been more inspiration for Patty.  We kissed deeply, a long time,
my hands moving over her dress, and her hands searching my
naked body.  After only a minute she found my turgid weapon and
began to touch it.  She was breathing pretty heavy.
     I slipped my hand inside Patty's blouse and brushed against
her hard nipple.  Shock of shocks... she wasn't wearing a bra.  She
didn't stop me... she just caught her breath and moved her hand
over my balls.  Jan's blouse had slipped down so that one brown
breast was now fully exposed.  Rod's lips moved to it.  Jan was
now slowly jacking his hard cock.  I brushed my fingers against
Patty's nipple again, and since she didn't resist, I began slowing
rubbing it.  Her hand was rubbing my lower stomach right under
my cock... and rubbing the top of the stiff pole in the process.
     Jan's hand was now freely stroking Rod's pulsing organ,
and Rod's mouth was moving back and forth from one of Jan's
nipples to another.  I kissed Patty on the throat and then continued
kissing down her chest until I was close to one of her hardened
nipples.  Her hand now had wrapped around my cock again, and
she was beginning to stroke it in that strange way women do when
they first start learning to touch a guy.  I ran a hand under her
dress and brushed her thigh.  Patty let out a low moan.  Rod was
working over Jan's snatch with his hand, and she was making
sounds like she was close to orgasm.
     My hand slipped closer to Patty's crotch.  I felt the
dampness of her panties and my lips found the erect nipple.  Jan
moaned loudly and started writhing next to Patty.  It took only a
minute until Jan cried out in orgasm. Somehow or other that
freaked Patty, and I felt her go rigid in my arms.  After Jan had
settled down, Patty spoke in a very hoarse voice.  "Hey, you guys...
I don't want to get in trouble.  I've never been this far before with
anyone."  Jan said, "Easy, kid... we're not gettin' in trouble... we're
just playing. It's better than drugs."  Patty said she was afraid of
getting pregnant.  Her father would really kill her, and kill me, too,
she said.
     Well... it broke the mood.  Rod had to take a leak, and
while he was gone Jan had her say.  "Look, you guys... do what
you want, but don't worry about Rod and me.  We got a deal.  We
play, but we don't fuck.  I can get pills, but my mom taught all us
kids how to handle things so you don't need them.  You just do
what we're doing... and when things get too hot, you just jack him
or suck him.  You get him off, he gets you off, no cocks in cunts...
other than maybe at the beginning to see what it's like.  That way
you have lots of fun and no babies."  As Jan was talking I couldn't
help but notice that her breasts were very uncovered.  I glanced at
Patty, and she hadn't bothered to cover up the one closest to me,
either.
     When Rod got back we broke out some more cokes and
talked.  Rod was still very horny and had an erection most of the
time.  I never got real soft, either.  Jan turned on the TV and
switched channels.  Patty seemed embarrassed and said she was
sorry she'd broken the mood.  God, she was sorry?  I was pissed,
but didn't let her know it.  There was a dance show on one of the
independent channels, and Rod and Jan got up to dance.  The girls
had taken there shoes off, and Jan's blouse was still open.  Patty
and I just hugged on the couch and watched.  Patty had freaked,
but she hadn't really buttoned up.
     During the second song, Rod began taking off Jan's blouse
as they danced.  They went through about a half a song with her
topless, and then he started slipping off her skirt.  When they
finished the song they just stood on the plastic kissing, naked Rod
and Jan in only her panties.  Patty and I were kissing again pretty
passionately, and her hands were again moving near my cock.  I
was again lightly touching her breasts.
     Another song started and they began dancing again.  Rod
put his fingers in the sides of Jan's panties and slid them to the
floor without any resistance.  Jan had an awesomely beautiful little
brown body.  From where we were it looked as if her snatch was
completely shaved.  I couldn't help but watch their bodies as they
danced naked... and Patty seemed to watch too as we kissed and
fondled each other on the couch.
     The next song started... a slow one, and I pulled Patty to her
feet.  Her blouse was unbuttoned and wide open.  We started
dancing alongside Jan and Rod.  Dancing had been Patty's secret
vice.  It was totally outlawed by her church as being sinful, but she
was very good at it and we'd sneaked in to school dances a few
times since we'd been dating.  We were rubbing together pretty
hard, my cock was a rock, and Patty's hand on my back often
slipped to my ass. 
     I slowly worked her blouse off, and before the song was
over her skirt was gone, too.  She was only in her bright red
panties, and I was surprised at how easily she'd let me do it.  I'd
seen Patty in a competition swimsuit with her good sized knockers
pressed in and knew she had a good body, but she looked much
more spectacular this way.
     The next song was kind of disco, and we danced apart and
watched each other.  Rod and Jan had gotten some oil on them and
looked really wild. Jan passed the oil bottle to Patty and she poured
some on me, smearing it around as we moved on the slippery
plastic.  I pulled off Patty's panties without any fight from her, and
as the TV went into the next song we were all bare ass naked.  The
hot Michael Jackson tune played as we shook our booties.  We
really put on a show for each other.  It was a long song, and Jan
tapped Patty on the shoulder and "cut in" about halfway through so
Jan danced opposite me and Patty danced opposite Rod.  If only
her father could have seen that!  And then... when Michael finished
singing... another slow song started and Jan moved next to me. 
She was short and we moved so that my back was to Patty and
Rod, my hard cock pressed hard against Jan's cute belly.
     As we turned I saw Rod and Patty also tightly pressed
together.  Rod was shorter than Patty and his face was not far from
her boobs.  As they danced closer his big eight incher finally found
it's home between her legs under her box.  All four of us were
running hands from back to ass as we held on to our partners. 
Patty seemed to be surprisingly free in the sexy way she was
dancing with Rod.  Jan was certainly being free with me.  And
then... the theme song of the show came on and the credits began
to roll.  We changed partners and I danced through the end of the
theme with my steamy old girlfriend pressed hotly to me.
     Janelle and Rodney crashed on the plastic in what almost
seemed like a single pile of beautiful, hot black flesh.  I pulled
Patty down beside them and we began again to kiss and make out. 
She was stroking me and I was kissing and licking her breasts and
didling with her juicy box and her touchy clitoris.  Jan and Rod
had rolled to a sixty-nine position and were eating each other out
beside us.  Jan made the sounds of impending orgasm again, and
Rod was trashing around and bumbing into us a bit, but it didn't
now seem to bother Patty.  If fact, she appeared to be on her way
to orgasm as I licked her breasts and fingered her clit.  (I knew
about women and orgasms a little from watching my Mom play
with herself as I hid behind the bedroom door.)
     Jan mewed her climax... and made loud sucking sounds as
Rod bucked out his cum into her mouth.  Patty began a frenzy of
her own.  I worked fingers over and all around her clit, even
entering her with one and then two fingers while continuing to lick
and suck her breasts.  She laid back and moaned as her body let go
with wave after wave of emotion.  Her hand was violently, but
almost absently, stroking my turgid cock.  Although she had much
to learn about masturbation techniques on a guy, the combination
of the wild orgasms all around me, the smells of cum and female
lubrication, and the action on my cock sent me over the cliff.
     Patty seemed surprised when I erupted, and raised up to
watch the explosion as my cum flew over my chest, face, and
stomach... along with her hand and side.  I had bucked and trashed
as my seed flew, and realized afterward that my movements were
watched with curiosity by all three others.
     We laid there for a few moments and then Jan broke the
ice.  "Whew! Not a bad ending for a little dance party."  Patty had
a hard time finding her voice.  "So, that's what it's like."  We
asked her what she meant, and she told us that was the first orgasm
of her life... and that she could never have imagined the awesome
feelings she had had.  She looked over at Jan and Rod a moment. 
"Did you swallow his stuff?"  Jan smiled, "Sure!  Best cream I've
tasted this week."  Patty screwed up her face.  "Geez... I've known
people did that, but it doesn't sound good."  Jan reached over to a
gob of my cum on my stomach, took some on her finger and put
it in her mouth. "Ummm, fuckin' great, Patty.  Different that
Rod's.  The nectar of the god's, they say."
     Patty tentatively touched another gob, put it up to her nose
and sniffed delicately.  I was still playing with her breasts and she
was still turned on.  "You sure it's not dangerous?"  "God, baby...
if it was the human race would've been wiped out thousands of
years ago."  I flashed on Doc's statement that my cum was safe for
my girlfriend to drink, and my telling him "that would be the
day"... just as it was.  Patty touched the drop to her lips... and then
slowly licked her finger.
     We talked for a few minutes while the playtime continued...
Rod and Jan still fondling, Patty playing with my cock and balls,
me again searching her upper body for "feel good" spots with my
tongue while a hand looked for the same below her navel.  Jan and
Rod did most of the talking.  It was about playing and how much
fun could be had without having sex.  Patty got more and more
worked up.  She pressed against me, dried cum and all sticking to
both of us, and we began again to climb toward another orgasm. 
Her body was responding so quickly I could hardly believe it.
     And then, over on the coffee table, Jan's watch alarm went
off.  All four of us weren't ready to quit and were well into a
second round... but the mood was broken, and we had to clean up
a lot before getting dressed.  We stood and started wiping each
other off with the towels.
     Patty had certainly enjoyed the evening, she said.  Jan
agreed.  "Not bad for a dull night at the wrestling matches."  Patty
said she barely remembered who won.  "I did, baby... and don't
you forget it." 
     Jan said, "By the way, Curt... what was the loser supposed
to do for the winner?"  "Geez... I hadn't thought about it," I said. 
Patty was still really ready for action, and said, "Well, think of
something... we got ten minutes." Rod, in mock horror, said, "Geez,
you guys... go easy.  After all we're best friends.  I'll do something
nice for him someday... I'd give him the sweat off my balls, even." 
Jan was in his arms, still kissing and fondling him.  She looked up
at his sparkling eyes and said, "So... that's the answer!  The loser
licks the sweat off the balls of the winner!"
     Both Rod and I were a little shocked, since that was an
openly homosexual act, but Patty was really excited about the idea
and said it was perfect.  "The loser should be a little humiliated,"
she said.  Jan pulled away from Rod.  "Okay, you guys... we don't
have much time.  How we gonna do it?"  Patty slipped from my
arms, obviously turned on by this new idea.  "You get on the floor
and put your legs up and spread 'em, Curt.  Jan and I will each
hold a leg and Rod can do it to you."  I hesitated.  Jan said,
"Cummon Rod, be a sport.  I'll time you.  When you get started,
I'll stop you after two minutes.  Hell, man... he just showered this
week.  It's only skin.  You'd sure as hell wouldn't stop me if I did
it to you.  Stop being so fucking macho."
     Patty almost pushed me down on my back on the floor.  Jan
got a big pillow and said I should raise up my ass.  I did, and she
pushed it under me.  It was almost as if the girls had thought about
it and planned it, but I knew the idea didn't come up until Rod had
joked about giving me the sweat off his balls.  Patty said, "Okay...
spread your legs and raise them up, honey.  This I gotta see."  She
took my leg by the calf and lifted it up while Jan went to the other
side of me and took the other one.  Jan looked at Rod and said,
"Okay, baby... two minutes, once you get started."
     Rod dutifully got down on the plastic, knelt between my
spread legs, stuck his tongue way out and slowly aimed it toward
my balls.  The girls lifted my legs more and I felt his hot breath
and tongue contact my sack of tender nuggets.  God... what a
feeling.  He licked the hairless bag with his tongue way out while
the girls kept my legs spread wide.  "Come on, baby... use your
lips.  Do it the way you'd want me to do it," Jan coaxed.  My cock
had softened but now was quickly slipping up my stomach to full
staff again.  Patty reached down and fondled the stiffening sword
with her other hand as Rod's lips began their wonderful movement
over my balls.
     Patty's hands had been rough, but now... the feelings were
absolutely awesome as his tongue and lips moved over the silky
sack.  I was surprised at how freely he was doing his licking, now
that he'd gotten started.  Patty was freely pumping my cock, but
her amateur methods still didn't feel all that great.  Rod was
another story.  He definitely knew what felt good!  It seemed a
long time before Jan said the two minutes were up.  When Rod
finally stood up from his chore, he had a full hard on, too.
     Rod and I sat in the car after we took the girls home. 
"When do you have to be home?", I asked.  "I can stay out all
night, Curt.  Nobody will give a fuck."  "Want to stay over?", I
asked.  "Yeah... but you'd better be careful.  I'm still really horny." 
"I know what you mean... so am I."
     As we were driving home, Rod was quiet for a few minutes. 
"What's the matter, buddy?", I asked.  "Geez, man... my mind's
whirling with all the stuff that happened tonight."  "Yeah, Rod...
same here.  One hell-of-a night.  If this was a pre-lim, I wonder
what our next double date will be like.  I thought we were really
gonna get going again until Jan's damned alarm went off."
     We talked a while about how far the girls had gone, and
how turned on they seemed to be.  I mentioned about Patty being
so wild about getting us naked, and then... after the one false start...
being so free.  Rod said she had a beautiful body, and I said Jan's
was, too.  Then I added, almost without thinking, "How 'bout you?
You're absolutely awesome looking too, Rod."  He returned the
compliment, and then we got quiet for a while as we drove Doc's
wonderful car.
     Rod broke the silence.  "Can you imagine what they were
seeing while we were wrestling.  Even with the jocks on, they were
staring at our assholes for over an hour."  I said that must have had
something to do with Patty finally letting go, after over two long
years of trying.  Rod blurted, "Jan told me last night she loved
seeing two guys naked together."
     A little later I asked Rod if Jan and he had gone that far
before. "Sure, man... but in the dark, since we don't have any place
available to play around in.  This was the first time we did
anything with anyone else around.  Janelle's people are real open
and loose.  She and her two sisters and brother have all played
around a lot so it's easy messin' around with her.  She don't have
no hangups at all."
     I was surprised and asked what Jan had told him about how
they played around.  "Hell, bro... everything but fucking.  Their
mother is loose, too!  Jan and her sisters all shower together and
sleep together... and she says they're always touchin' and lickin'
and goofin' off.  She don't see anything wrong with it.  They do
it all the time, even when their mother is around."  I said, maybe
wistfully, "Yeah, that seems to be okay for girls.  Nobody seems
to think those chicks that do it to each other for those Penthouse
pictures are queer or anything."  Rod smiled broadly.  "Fuck, bro...
they're really something, those pictures.  I think the stuff showing
two girls screwing around with each other are the best, don't you?" 
I agreed.
     I was really getting horny again from all the play and from
our conversation.  I wondered if any of the things Doc and I had
done would ever happen with me'n Rod.  I'd fantasized about that
a few times.  I knew I'd better go really easy.  I didn't want to
blow our friendship and have Rod telling the other guys at school
I was queer or anything.
     When we were taking our clothes off and getting ready for
a shower and bed, I said, "I'm sorry about the winner-loser bit the
girls thought up, Rod.  You didn't have to do that.  I would have
backed you up."  Rod looked a little nervous.  "Ah, don't worry
about it, bro.  You didn't look like it hurt too much."  I knew I had
to be very careful.  "Geez... it was wild, man.  I've never been able
to get a girl to use her mouth on me," I said.
     Rod and I were now naked.  The conversation had gotten
us a little aroused, too.  He was sitting on the bed and I had just
finished hanging up my clothes and was standing nearby.  Rod kept
glancing at my body.  "I didn't know exactly what to do, bro.  I
just licked where I thought it would feel good on me, since guys
all usually have the same feelings."  He paused, and looked down. 
"You think it was wrong for me to do that?"
     Every answer I could think of could cause trouble, so I went
with my feelings.  "Well, man... I'm thinking different about some
stuff than I used to, you know?  I mean, like... guys are really hung
up about that stuff.  If something is okay for Janelle to do with her
sisters... 'specially the simple stuff like showering together and
washing each other... I mean, what's the harm, as long as you like
the other sex best?  Lots of really straight girls do it all the time,
and Penthouse even shows the pictures of 'em doing it for guys to
look at and jack off with.  I don't know why it ain't the same for
guys."
     I watched Rodney's reaction and he was nodding in
agreement. "Yeah, bro... women would love pictures of guys doin'
stuff together, according to Jan.  My last girlfriend said the same
thing.  I'm sure that's why they were so turned on by us wrestling. 
They liked watching our bodies, but Jan said last night that the best
part was seeing the two of us locked together in a bunch of sexy
holds."  I added, "I saw an MTV that showed a group of guys
huggin' and walkin' arm and arm down the street somewhere in
Europe.  They were straight, but they liked each other so they
showed it."
     Rod interrupted, "Yeah, I know the video.  I mean, those
guys are makin' out like bandits with women, but they're real loose
with each other, and nobody thinks they're queer.  Guys in Europe
even kiss right out in the open, I hear."  He saw me nodding and
added, "I think that's really cool, man. It's the right way to live. 
Like, you're gonna take a shower and then I'm gonna take one,
right?  Well, Jan and her sisters would take one together and wash
each other, but guys wouldn't dare do that or their friends would
think they're fruitcakes."
     "Showerin' together wouldn't bug me," I said, cautiously. 
"Me neither," Rod said.
     I got the water temperature right and we got in.  Rod
soaped my back, from my neck, down over my ass to my heels. 
It felt terrific.  When I turned to do his I saw he had an erection,
so I stopped trying to think of my dead grandmother to keep my
meat soft.  I washed his broad, mahogany colored shoulders, and
then moved down his back.  Slowly, as I knelt behind him, I
lathered his beautiful, solid globe asscheeks... and then moved
down the backs of his legs.
     There was no talking.  When I finished him, he turned and
his crimson headed monster was standing up inches from my face. 
I just started washing his ankles and moved up his body.  When I
got there I boldly but carefully handled his big balls and then
lathered his beautiful, veined staff.  When I'd finally finished his
stomach and chest, he took the soap from me and began working
from my chest down.  There was no comparison between his expert
touch and Patty's amateurish one.  He lovingly and thoroughly
soaped my rock hard cock and dangling balls, and then ran his
soapy hands between my legs to lather that tender area between my
nuggets and my asshole.
     I broke the silence, involuntarily.  "Ohh!"  It slipped out. 
Rod looked up and smiled.  "Pain?"  "God, no... it feels wild when
you touch me there.  I wash there every day and it doesn't feel like
that.  I didn't wash that part on you."  Rod was still lathering my
inner thighs and under my balls.  "You usually wash a lot around
your asshole?"  I nodded.  "Put your leg up and I'll get it for you." 
His soapy fingers moved to work around my sensitive anus as I
lifted my leg.  A finger slipped inside for a moment, then out.  His
other hand washed around my spear and balls, and then he went
back to my hole and again probed the cavity a little with a finger. 
Then, out, and then back in again.  Deeper, this time.  Maybe like
half the length of his finger.
     After a moment be laid down the soap and caught handfuls
of water to rinse me off, rubbing again under my balls and over my
asshole.  Then, he stood facing me.  "Thanks, Rod.  You want me
to get that part on you?"  Our eyes met.  "Sure, if it doesn't bug
you."  He turned.  "I'll just bend over... make it easier."  He bent
and put his hands on the bottom of the tub.  His ass was spread in
front of me.  For a split second I realized I could have moved
forward and jabbed him with my turgid prick.  I soaped up my
hands and began rubbing around the little jet black pucker.  I
washed to his thick ballsack, enjoying the extremely personal view. 
Then, slowly I slipped a finger past the loosening muscle.  His
voice came from below.  "It should be clean, bro.  I usually wash
pretty deep."
     I probed his hot, moist channel deeply for a minute, and
then, reluctantly, thinking any more touch would be too obvious,
I rinsed him off.  When he stood and turned toward me, both of
our cocks were still rock solid.  "Let's use a little baby oil before
we dry off, okay?", he asked.  I reached out of the shower to get
the bottle and we both took handfuls.  
     We covered each other, rubbing everywhere, and after he'd
oiled my cock and balls his oily fingers again slipped between my
legs.  He spread the oil down my legs, and then I did the same to
him.  He told me to turn around and he oiled my back, asscheeks,
and the backs of my thighs and calves.
     "Okay, Curt, bend over and I'll oil up your ass a little."  I
dutifully complied, and his finger moved round and round the
tender entrance.  Then, after he got more oil from the bottle, he
slipped a finger in.  It felt really wonderful.  "If you want you can
try it with two," I said, a little breathlessly.  He did... and after a
minute he'd lubricated the inside of my asshole as far as his fingers
could travel, including brushing against a very special spot that felt
absolutely wild.  He continued slowly fingering the inside of my
asshole with his oily fingers until I thought I was going to explode.
     I did Rod's back, legs, and ass, and then he bent for me. 
I oiled and he squirmed and "Oooh'ed" a lot.  I used two fingers,
too.  I must have been inside of him for at least two minutes.  We
had obviously taken our little washing and oiling far beyond
anything necessary for clean living.
     While we were drying ourselves and each other, Rod said,
"You know, I would have done some more stuff when I was doing
the licking bit but the alarm went off."  I asked what he meant. 
"Oh, some stuff that I thought might make you feel good.  You
know... I was curious to see how it felt and how you'd react." 
"Like what?", I asked.  "Oh, just licking a little farther... just
around where I was doin' it.  Just experimental stuff to see what
felt good and what didn't."
     We were dryed off... water, along with all the extra oil. 
Both our bodies were now moist and shiny in the overhead light in
my bedroom.  "God, Rod... it's hard to imagine anything feeling
better."  Our eyes met again.  "If you want, I'll be glad to show
you what I was wonderin' about?", he asked.  I nodded.  "Well, lay
down on your back on the bed and I'll show you."  I laid down
with my legs spread a bit and he took the two pillows and said I
should put them under my back.  He knelt between my feet at my
knees.  I looked at his eyes.  Rod was all business... his gaze fixed
on my midsection.
     "Okay, bro... lift your legs up in the air.  I'll help you hold
'em there. Let me know if it don't feel good, okay?"
     His hands helped prop my legs up as he held the backs of
my thighs.  His mouth went to my dangling ballsack and his tongue
and lips began working over the tender eggs.  I decided to express
myself to see how far he would go.  "Ummm, man, that's wild." 
No lie, it was!  He licked and sucked my balls, even taking them
one by one into his mouth.  Then he licked in the crevace beside
my balls, then up to the stem of my cock, and then... wow!  He
licked under my balls on that tender spot next to my anus.  I
caught my breath.  "Oooh, geez... God!"  His tongue and lips
continued to work over that special spot, and then they moved to
my asshole.  I moaned.
     Rod probed my asshole with his tongue.  Then he moved up
my inner thighs a ways, and then went back to my asshole.  "Holy
shit, man... that's awesome!"  His hot tongue was everywhere...
over and in my asshole, under my balls, inside my thighs, over my
balls, and even over my cockstem about half way up the bloated
instrument.  Rod changed position slightly and began working
alongside my cockstem, licking and sucking my well trimmed
pubic hairs.
     After a while he let my legs down so that they rested on his
back, and then, with his hands free, he grasped my organ and held
it to the side so that he could lick just above it at its base.  I
continued to moan, squirm, and started running my hands through
his hair and over his shoulders.  He nibbled at my electrified
cockhead for a second and I squirmed and moaned in ecstasy. 
"Ooooh, Rod... Oooh!"  He licked the cockstem some more, and
then moved back over my balls before he finished.
     He crawled up in bed alongside of me and we held each
other tightly, pressed together cock to cock.  We whispered.  "It
was good, I guess?", he asked.  "Oh, man... the wildest fuckin'
feelings I ever had.  Anyone ever do anything like that to you?" 
He snuggled tighter.  I felt his cock throb as it pressed into my
groin.  "Not really, bro.  Jan comes close, but she doesn't know
exactly where guys feel good.  That's why I wanted to try it... to
see if it was what I imagined."  "Let me show you," I hornily
suggested.  He was nuzzling my cheek, and my hands were
roaming his side and over his asscheek.  "No hurry, bro.  I don't
want to put you out.  You don't have to, just because I did."  I
insisted that I wanted him to feel as good as I had felt. "Well...
okay, but let's just hug for a while. This feels wonderful."
     We woke up about nine on Sunday morning in that position. 
Our hardon's were now probably caused by a need to piss, but we
hadn't moved from the position I'd last remembered.  I woke first
and began reliving my experiences with Rod, the girls, and Doc as
my beautiful mahogany colored friend slept in my arms.  After a
while I knew I'd have to pull myself away for my morning leak,
and the stirring woke him.
     We pissed, then showered together, just as the night before. 
Then we oiled each other from neck to toes... and especially
assholes... and then dried each other.  We both shaved and brushed
our teeth... Rod using my toothbrush.  Then, I told Rod to lay on
the bed.  I showed him as exactly as I could what it was like to
have the tongue bath he'd given me.  He laid on his back, his
beautiful body spread before me, and his throbbing cock rubbing
my forehead as I kissed and licked his big black balls.  It was as
much fun turning him on as it had been to experience what he'd
done the night before.
     He moaned, groaned, and writhed as I worked him over. 
It was as wild for me as it was for him... my first ever face to
groin experience with another human my own age.  I laved his
ballsack, his hairless inner thighs, the frenum between his balls and
his asshole, and then licked and sucked his tender hole until he was
thashing in ecstasy.  Finally I moved up his cockstem, licked the
curly little hairs on his lower stomach for a while, and then pulled
his foreskin back with one hand and, finally, sucked in his big
crimson cockhead.  I sucked him a little longer and deeper than he
had sucked me... giving up only when I thought he was writhing,
moaning, and exclaiming so much he might be about to cum.
     When I'd finished I crawled up along side of him and
then... to relieve the awesome pressure, we laid in each other's
arms and jacked each other off until we were covered with cum. 
I loved playing with Rod's hard little body with the big black cock
attached.  If I had to choose between him and Doc, I don't know
which way I'd go.
     It was noon before we had finished, and I decided that I
didn't much need to be careful with Rod, since he seemed to want
to do anything and everything.  I'm sure he would have gone much
farther if I'd suggested it.  We decided to get dressed and get
something to eat.  The phone rang.  Mom seemed syrupy sweet,
like someone was listening where she was talking.  There was a lot
of noise coming from her end of the line.  She said she was in a
casino at Tahoe with a great guy named Stan, and wondered if I
was okay.  I told her everything was fine, and then she said she'd
be home late Monday... and did I have enough food and money? 
I didn't tell her I was planning on living on cum for the next few
hours... which is kind of what I felt like doing.  We actually even
traded the "I love you" lies before hanging up.  I figured for her it
was because "Stan" was listening.
     Rod and I went to the restaurant where Jan worked and she
waited on us.  She said our Saturday night "party" was the best
she'd ever been to, and grinned at me knowingly.  "Was it as good
for you as it was for me, Curt?", she teased.  "Truthfully?"  She
nodded.  I got a serious look on my face.  "You were awesome,
baby."  After a little small talk she asked what we were doing that
evening.  "I get off at five," she volunteered.  I knew Patty would
have to be at church on Sunday night from two years of experience
with her, but Rod thought it might be great if the three of us could
get together. "I got paid yesterday, and I'll buy dinner," he said.
     Rod had some chores to do so I took him home and went
to look after Doc's condo.  Again I soaked in the spa, worked out
naked in the gym, and then tanned a long while on the tanning bed. 
I was going to go swimming in the pool but didn't dare, since I
didn't know exactly what would happen if I went up on the roof. 
Wow... did I ever have a lot of things to sort through in my mind. 
My cock tried to poke a hole in the tanning bed while I reminisced. 

     It was really cool walking around the big condo naked.  I
made sure everything was absolutely perfect for Doc's Monday
afternoon arrival before I dressed and locked the place up.
     We may have clowned around too much at the Mexican
Restaurant where we had dinner.  A couple of the other customers
looked like rednecks and seemed very bugged that a white kid like
me was having so much fun kidding around with a sharp looking,
short, very muscular black guy and his sexy, little, awesomely built
chocolate colored girlfriend.
     After dinner we seemed to just migrate to my apartment. 
Jan asked if we'd done any more wrestling, since I'd cleaned off
the plastic but hadn't removed it from the living room.  I said,
"No... I kept it out because I thought you and Rod would want to
practice a few holds."  Jan grinned, "Co-ed wrestling, they call it."
     We sat around with some wine I'd bought because I heard
it was good.  (Not bad!)  Jan asked if either one of us had been
freaked out by wrestling nude together.  We got into a long talk
about her family and how they played around with each other.
     I was astonished!  The stories were even wilder than what
Rod had previously said.  Jan's two sisters and one brother spent
most of their time at home naked, and there wasn't much they
hadn't done to or with each other.  Jan had absolutely no problems
with two people doing anything with each other if it was fun and
felt good, unless it caused pain, diseases, or might make babies. 
Jan said her main curiosities were about guys since her only
exposure to cocks and balls had been with her own older brother.
     After we'd talked for almost a half hour, she looked at Rod
and I and said, "Come on you guys... let's stop talking about
playing around and do it.  Last night was great, but there's more
to do for a girl sitting around with two handsome, muscle bound,
big-cocked studs."
     She turned on the old radio and found a dance music
station.  We kicked off our shoes and the three of us danced on the
plastic.  We all hugged, she kissed each of us... tongue and all, and
then clothes began to slowly scatter as we started to strip each
other.  She was a great kisser and I lost my shyness when I realized
that Rod was really secure about his relationship and didn't mind
me fooling with his girl.  Before two numbers had finished on the
radio all three of us were naked, and Jan was freely fondling both
of us as she danced from partner to partner.  She was much more
aware of a guy's "feel good" area's than my own girlfriend.
     We ended up in a pile on the plastic as the radio continued
to blare away.  Jan was really excited and had both Rod and me
roaring hard.  She sucked Rod a few moments, and then she moved
to my throbbing manhood.  Wow, what an expert she was.  Her
tongue danced on my tender cockhead as one hand pumped the
thick, veined organ and the other worked over my balls. Every
once in a while her well lubed finger also slipped in and out of my
rectum.
     Rod moved into position to lick her box as she worked me
over.  Jan obviously was no amateur when it came to sucking
cock... which meant that the stories she'd told us about servicing
her brother were probably all true.  She also knew the danger
signals and stopped sucking me just in time to keep from getting
a mouthful of hot cream.
     We moved around so that I was licking her perky, firm
breasts as Rod continued tonguing her clit.  Then Jan moved
around so that she was straddling my stomach as I laid prone on
my back.  She had climbed over me with her back to my face.  She
took my steaming cock and pressed it against her tight pussy lips...
wiggling until my monster was fully inside her hot, tight cavern. 
She didn't move much after she had be fully imbedded inside her. 
Lucky, too, since I was still very close to unloading my cannon
from all of the wonderful sensations I'd been experiencing.
     Rod laid down between my legs, and as Jan pressed herself
down a bit more over my throbbing organ, he began licking us
both at the intersection.  I felt his tongue move over my balls, over
the base of my now well imbedded cock, and then... I presumed...
he went to work on her clit.  I was surprised that he was so openly
licking me in front of her, but I guessed that her stories about how
her family lived had caused him to think anything was okay.
     Jan had a shuddering and very noisy orgasm.  Even though
the dance music still blared from the radio, I'm sure her sounds of
ecstasy could have been heard outside.  I certainly felt the
contractions of her pussy lips as they gripped my organ when she
went off.  It was a close call for me too, with her throbbing pussy
gripping my organ and Rod's hot mouth working on my balls at
the same time.
     We turned the radio down low and laid down again on the
plastic, hugging, getting our breath, and starting again to talk. 
"I've been wanting to bury your big white cock ever since I saw it
the first time Friday night, Curtie.  I've never had a white cock in
me before.  It felt really good inside, especially with the babe here
(as she patted Rod's ass) working my button.  Whew... that was a
wild ride!"
     After a little more wine and some other sexy conversation
we played a little more... Jan in the middle of a sandwich, Rod
pressed against her front and fondling her clit... and my cockhead. 
That's because I was laying behind her kissing her ear and fondling
her breasts, my cock pressed between her legs right up under her
snatch.
     "You guys ready for one of my fantasies, or are you too
chicken?"  I clucked a little, we laughed, and then Rod asked what
she meant.  "I'd like to see you guys get it on."  I couldn't see her
face, but Rod just stared at her.  She laughed.  "Geez, you guys...
don't bullshit me... you're normal.  Don't tell me that the two best
looking studs in the school, best buddies, best bodies, best cocks,
wrestling naked for two nights with big fat boners... don't tell me
you've never thought of a little sucking and fucking."
     Rod glanced at me and then back at Jan.  "You want us to
play around so you can tell all your friends at school we did some
queer things together?"  She laughed.  "Ah, Rodney baby... you
know better than that.  I've told you all kinds of personal shit
about me'n my sisters and brother.  You know that if I had two
brothers instead of just one I wouldn't be curious like I am now...
since our family does everything together.  If I said anything about
you, you could blackmail me.  Shit... do you think I'd tell anyone
else what I do in private?"
     She glanced at me as her fingers toyed with my piston, and
then, again, she turned to Rod.  "Honey, you're my guy and I trust
you so I spilled a bunch of stuff and we've played around a lot. 
You tell me Curt's your very best friend and you trust him, so I
tell him, too.  Fuck, baby... I say anything about you guys and you
can hang me, and my whole family... especially my mom. 
American's could never understand how she raised us kids.  So...
how could I blab about you?  Cummon, wise up!"
     So... little by little she talked us in to letting her plan the
things we could do to satisfy her fantasies.  First, she got us in a
sixty-nine position.  That wasn't a real stretch for me since Rod
and I had licked each other pretty good earlier, and we'd both had
the head of each other's cock in our mouths.  Of course, Doc and
I had gone much farther, so there wasn't any part of me that hadn't
already been "stretched."
     We laid side-by-side on the plastic with Jan hovering over
us, and before long both of us had rammed as much of the other's
cock as we could swallow into our throats.  Jan ran her hands over
our bodies and sometimes even ran her tongue over erotic areas she
could reach, but mostly it was just Rod and me... both of us lost in
a world of lust... sucking each others big, throbbing cocks,
fingering assholes, fondling balls, and making lots of noises as we
built each other to a frenzy of young passion with Jan egging us
on.  Our side-by-side position had changed many times as we
rolled together... Rod on top first... then me... then, side-by-side on
the other side.
     We were both getting close to orgasm and Jan sensed it. 
She stopped us.  "Geez, you guys really got into it.  That was
fucking awesome, but I wanted you to save your cum for some
other stuff, okay?"  She wondered aloud if we'd be willing to
satisfy another of her curiosities.  Rod said, "Sure, baby... what do
you want?"  Jan beat around the bush for a few minutes as we
relaxed in a pile of hot, naked bodies on the plastic.  Then, she
finally said, "Rod... would you let Curt screw you?"  Rod looked
at my overstuffed boner. "Geez... it might fuckin' kill me, baby."
     Jan looked at us and was silent for a moment.  Then she
said she'd never ever told anyone else, but her brother had been in
her asshole many times, as he had with all of her sisters.  "He's
almost as big as Curt, Rod... and I'm just a girl.  Millions of guys
have done it... and enjoyed it.  It'll hurt a little at first, but we'll do
it slow and be careful."  Rod seemed hesitant and said something
about doing it the other way around first... with me taking him.  I
wasn't ready to tell them that handsome, rich, mid-30's Doctor
Richard Johnson had plowed my tender ass with his eight incher
just the week before and that I'd loved it, but I'm sure they must
have detected a lack of fear in me as the assfucking discussion
continued.
     "Alright, you chickens.  Let's do one of my other fantasies
first."  Jan eyed us both.  "You guys gotta be careful, but I'd like
to try... ah... both of you in me at the same time."
     And so the evening of passion and curiosities wore on.  Jan
climbed on top of Rod's hardness as he lay on his back, and then...
after a lot of lubricating and diddling... I slowly eased my way into
her back door.  God, it was tight!  It was also extremely erotic to
be able to feel Rod's hot pole move next to mine as he worked
himself into her nearby cunt.  We both had to pull out fairly
quickly before we exploded in her hot, tight, black body.
     The three of us showered each other, licking and sucking a
lot in the process, and I finally filled Jan's mouth with a load of
cream because she'd worked a little too long on my hard member
while Rod was similtaneously fingering my asshole as deeply as he
could.
     Before the night was over Jan had gotten me into Rod's
virgin hole where I also exploded, and then Rod had returned the
favor while Jan watched.  I think she had at least four major
orgasms before we finally had to call it a night and go home.
     My simple life of virginal wishing and hoping had quickly
turned into one long, extremely erotic orgy.  Things had begun to
happen to me that I'd never even dreamed of, and I went to bed
that night wondering what the return of Doc and my mother would
mean.

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