Date: Sat, 30 Jul 2016 19:46:16 +0100 (BST)
From: z.blake@tutanota.com
Subject: All Guys Do it

ALL GUYS DO IT
By Zachyboy
M/b, oral, anal fingering

The following story is a work of fiction. It goes without saying, don't
read it if you legally and-or chronologically aren't allowed to. It also
will more than likely contain semen, so if you happen to be allergic, you
know, like the peanuts on airplanes, consider this your only allergen
warning before things get sticky.

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cameo. However, fair warning, you may or may not be 12, and I may or may
not have my finger up your butt. So, you know. Use your own discretion.

On with the show.

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"It's okay," I told him. "All guys do it."

My roommate's brother Jackson was staying with us that weekend. Jackson
Beauregard Simms the Third. How's that for an unfortunate name for a kid to
be saddled with? Jaybo, everybody called him.

I was home alone with Jaybo while my roommate was out with his
girlfriend. Count my blessings and fine with me. It gave me a chance to get
to know him a little better, even on his insides.

I was 20 and Jaybo was a blonde-haired Southern cutie of 12. He was
hairless and pretty and a little on the wiry side. I hadn't had sex in over
a month and Jaybo's ass looked marvelous. I could tell by the shape of his
lips, he was born to suck cock. Plump and round and little and red. True
CS'ing lips, like God Himself slapped a pair on him and said, "Go forth and
fellate."

My common sense and occasional nobility might have kept me the perfect
gentlemen that evening. They were in there rooting for each other. But my
dick and my sperm sack were four weeks past their last ride at the rodeo,
and they just wanted to mount up and get to know Jaybo a whole lot
better. They considered it an outright challenge.

So, I put on some straight porn and loosened him up with a Jack and
Coke. He made faces, but tried to stay worldly. Southern boys drink
Tennessee whiskey if Tennessee whiskey is offered, if only to save face.

"I'm buzzy and warm," he said. He was already giggly. Touching his own hot
neck to test it. Flushed.

Seven small sips later, he also got a huge boner watching the porn I put
in, "Anal Cherries," where two legal, but definitely youngish-looking girls
suck a whole lot of cock before they take it in the butt. Deep.

"Wow," he whispered. "Look how far in her throat she gets it."

"Yeah," I agreed. "She's good at it, huh?"

"Yeah," he said breathlessly. "Real good. She ain't messin' around."

If he thought oral was something, by the look on his face, he just about
died when the main guy put his dick up the girl's butt.

"Oh my God," Jaybo whispered quietly, groping himself. "How does that fit?"

"It fits, buddy." I smiled at him. "Believe me. It fits."

He saw me looking at him. He blushed when he realized I was watching him
grope himself.

"Sorry," he said, quickly taking his hand away. "My thing got hard."

"No worries," I told him. "Mine too."

He laughed nervously when I raised my butt up on the couch and let him see
my bone through my jeans. He laughed, but he but looked. He must have felt
reassured, because his hand went back to his own, squeezing it like it was
a free stress ball at the annual worriers convention.

"You jack off yet, Jaybo?" I asked him, sticking my hand directly down my
pants and thumbing the end of slimy wet pre-tip.

He looked puzzled. Like he didn't know the term yet.

I motioned with my hand. Made the universal gesture.

Sudden realization dawned on his face.

"Oh, shoot," he said. "You mean go up and down? On my peck?"

That's what he called it. His "peck." Not his "pecker."

"Yeah," I said, nodding my head toward his stiffy. "Go up and down on your
peck."

He blushed and looked down. "Sometimes," he said.

"Sometimes or lots of times?"

"Lots of times," he grinned sheepishly. Such pretty white boy teeth. I
wanted to lick them.

I shrugged and kept rubbing mine.

"Wanna take our pecks out?" I asked him. "Go up and down while we watch the
movie?"

He looked incredulous.

"You mean in front of each other?"

"Sure," I shrugged. "No big deal. All guys do it."

Before he could object or chicken out, I simply undid my belt, slid down my
zipper, shucked my pants and undies off, and sat there with my cock in
hand, hard and leaking.

"Whoa," he said. "Your is big." Then blushing, "Mine ain't that big."

"Bet it's just fine. C'mon. Let's see it."

"Don't laugh," he said quietly.

He unzipped his pants and lowered them down. His undies came next. White
Hanes boys briefs. I saw a little racing stripe. A flash of tan before they
faded from view.

His dick was a little marvel. It couldn't have been more than three inches
long, but it was fiery red and ready for business.

We sat there next to each other, slowly jacking, watching the girl get her
ass fucked on the screen.

"Bet you'd like to suck on her titties, huh Jaybo?"

He didn't say anything. Just kept jacking and watching, staring straight
ahead, trying not to look at me. Needy, but embarrassed.

"Bet you'd like to fuck her butt, huh? Stick it in her like that?

"Nnngh," he babymoaned, breathing faster. "Kinda. Sorta."

"Kinda? Sorta?" I bet you'd like to shoot it in her."

His eyes rolled back. He was getting close. Fuck decorum, I thought. I was
gonna catch this. I dropped to my knees in front of him and before he could
object or push me away, I took his throbbing littel missile in my mouth.

"Whoa!" he yelled quickly. "Wait! What are you doing?"

"Shhhh," I told him. "All guys do it."

I swirled his babybone in my mouth and tasted his sugar, like maple on a
pancake, like a salty orange popsicle.

He grunted and made "oh" noises. Actually squirted a drop of pee in my
mouth, I think. I couldn't tell. It was all a swirl of vibrant flavors in
there. His marble smooth shaft and his acorn sweet dick head were smooth as
silk. He was shaking and gasping. He was adorably shocked. I don't think
anybody'd ever sucked him off before.

"My peck," he whispered incredulously. "You're sucking my peck."

"Shhh," I whispered. "Spread your legs."

He did what I asked. I licked my middle finger. Sucked on it, slathered it,
and pressed it forward between his sticky cherry. I found his tacky boy
spot, and pushed forward uninvited, eliminating his privacy.

"Wait!" he said. "What are you doing? What are you...OHHH!"

I sucked his dick as I fingered his fuck slit.

I used plenty of suction, I fast-hard-hoovered him while my whole finger
sunk into his hot rectum. And much to his chagrin and his equally growing
pleasure, I found the little nubbin of his nutty little prostate...like a
sweet, responsive cashew in there..Iand I pressed firmly into it. Curled my
finger upward and watched him react.

"OH God! OH GOD!" he squeaked like a squirrel. His hips jerked up, his
crotch slammed forward, he grabbed my hair for lack of anywhere else to put
his hands, and slam-jerked his boystick into my mouth before I could stop
him. He jerked and mad-spasmed with his asshole clenching on my finger.

"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE," he howled as his adorably meager boy drops drizzled
out. Sweet as Jesus. A true beginner's load. I tasted them on my tongue as
soon as they landed. Crystal liquid corn syrup. High
fructose. Addictive. Two at the most. A tiny lust offering from a little
panting cumshooter.

"Wow," he whispered. "Oh wow, man, wow. You drank the stuff out of my
peck."

I swallowed the rest of his babyjizz quickly, pulled my finger out of his
asshole, perfectly clean, and stood up aiming my cock at his
crotch. Hairless. Pretty. Gleaming in the TV light.

"Watch," I told him. He stared, transfixed.

I put my finger up to my nose, smelled the sweet scent of him. He was
heavenly. I fellated his insides off my finger.

in nine or ten strokes, my dick was a hydrant. "Here he cums, Jaybo. He
likes you, buddy. He wants to make you wet! NNNNNGGGGHHHHH!"

His eyes bugged out when I shot my load on him.

"Oh fuck," I panted. "There it is, Jaybo. There's your bath, buddy!"

It was burbly and thick, dripping down on his pubis; a hairless landing
pad.

"Whoa," he whispered. "There's a LOT of it."

I used my dick like a paintbrush and rubbed my goo across his shiny little
dick shaft. I dolloped his crown and tickle kissed his piss slit. Big boy
to little boy. Cockhead to cockhead.

"You gooped my peck," he whispered in awe. "You got it all over me."

He reached out with one little finger, scooped some up and touched it to
his tongue. He made a face. He laughed at himself, shocked and pleased. He
did it before he knew he was going to.

"You won't tell nobody, right?" he looked suddenly mortified, scrambling to
pull his pants up. Looking at the clock, dreading a brother bust.

"Aw, hell no, Jaybo. This stays right in this room. I won't say a word."

He look relieved.

"Sides," I told him. "All guys do it."

He nodded, satisfied. The secret was safe.

I looked at the clock. His brother wouldn't be home for three more hours.

"But hey," I told him. "Let's not get dressed yet. Let's keep our pants off
and keep watching the movie, huh? No need to rush anything. Your brother
ain't gonna be back for hours. He's gonna fuck that dumb cunt he goes out
with half the night."

Jaybo giggled. "Yeah. Cunt," he repeated, trying the word out, delicious
and forbidden on his tongue.

"Let's just keep our pants off and stay comfortable," I told him
casually. "In fact, take your shirt off it you want to. We're both guys
here. Who cares, right? Maybe you want to rest up for round two."

He looked at my warily, but then removed his pants again and let them bunch
at his feet. He smiled at me and took his shirt off, slender ribs and
copper nipples no bigger than dimes or polka dots coming into view. He
tossed his shirt on top of his jeans and his sweet kiddy underwear. They
formed a soft disheveled pile on the floor.

"You want some more Jack and Coke?" I asked him.

He nodded quickly, bare-ass naked, the way a boy should be.

I went to the kitchen to fix him another drink while he turned his
attention back to the movie.

"I wonder if it hurts her when he puts it in her butt," he yelled over to
me in the kitchen.

"A little at first," I hollered back. "But then it feels good, actually."

"Yeah?" he asked hesitantly.

"Yeah," I promised. And I meant it.

When I walked back in, I could see his gears turning. I could see him doing
the math.

I walked balk over to the couch and handed him his drink. He took it from
me and smiled and sipped it.

"Buzzy," he smiled softly. "It makes me feel all warm and buzzy."

As his eyes turned back to the TV screen, I brought my finger up to my
nose, smelled its enticing siren call and remembered the hot clench of his
ass. A boy's first ass fuck's gotta happen sometime, I figured. And with
plenty of time on the clock, there was no time like the present.

He looked up and smiled at me, expectant but clueless.

I smiled back at him.

"Watch how he fucks her," I nodded toward the screen. "You can see how good
it feels. You can see how she really likes it."

"Yeah?" he questioned.

"Yeah," I nodded.

He took another sip of his Jack and Coke, made his pretty ick-face, and
considered his options.

"Okay,' he said with finality. With a virgin's resignation. "If you say so,
I believe you."

He took another hit of courage and his ice cubes clinked.

"Warm and buzzy," he giggled.

"Good job, Jaybo," I nodded. "Drink up, little man."

He drank his drink and he watched the screen.

"Before your brother gets home," I whispered softly, rubbing his leg, "I'll
show you another thing all guys do."

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