Date: Fri, 9 Feb 2007 11:28:07 EST
From: Gaysweatyguy@aol.com
Subject: My Early Years - Chapter 2

C H A P T E R   T W O

Robert was the first to wake up; he shook me, then Ben.  We were all lying
naked on the bed, the smell of cum dominated the room.  "I've got to get
ready to go to work," he said.  Ben had to go to work also which meant that
I would be leaving.  I really wanted to give somebody, anybody another blow
job or get one myself but I knew that it wouldn't be this afternoon.

Robert gave me a ride home, kissed me and left.  When I walked into the
house, Mother was standing by the telephone looking strange.  "I just got a
call from your Aunt Kathy," she said.  "Your grandfather is really sick and
is in the hospital.  We'll have to drive to Santa Maria today."  She looked
half through me as she made the declaration.  She continued talking about
calling into work and telling her boss that she'd be gone for a week, she
needed to get gas; she needed to go to the bank, etc.

I could tell that she was really afraid; Grandma had died last year and
Grandpa was in the house in Santa Maria alone.  Even though Aunt Kathy
lived ten minutes away in Santa Maria, Mother felt like she needed to be
with Grandpa.  She had even talked before about packing up and moving back
and taking care of him now that Grandma was gone but his health was good
and he insisted that she should stay in San Jose; besides, Aunt Kathy was
there.

Mother said the car was already packed except for my cloths; I was to pack
them and be ready to go in fifteen minutes.  I went to my room, packed a
suitcase full of jeans, tee-shirts and underwear and met her at the car.
We climbed in and started the five and a half hour drive to Santa Maria.

Mother didn't say too much while we drove.  She made a little small talk
but it was obvious that her mind was on Grandpa and little else.  Finally
we arrived around seven-thirty in the evening.  Aunt Kathy was there with
my cousin, Randy.

Randy was a year younger than me but we didn't look like we were from the
same family.  I looked like my father; he looked like Aunt Kathy.  He was
blonde, blue eyed, short and thin.  Because he was so feminine he could
have easily passed for a girl.  His voice hadn't started to change yet and
was high pitched just like a little girl's.  That I could see, he hadn't
developed any hair under his arms or on his legs.

Aunt Kathy had divorced her husband two years ago; there was quite a
scandal about it but nobody really told me what had happened.  She stayed
in Santa Maria which meant that my grandparents always had her to rely on.
When Mother and I arrived, Aunt Kathy looked relieved.  "I've been with him
at the hospital for the last seven hours; he had a stroke," she said.  "The
doctors are pretty sure he'll recover but he asked for you to be here,
Marie, so I called you."

Mother and Aunt Kathy talked about Grandpa.  Randy and I started some small
conversation while more or less sizing each other up.  We hadn't seen each
other in over two years, did not keep in contact with each other and didn't
know each other at all; as a matter of fact, I don't think we really even
liked each other.

"Jon, we'll be staying at Aunt Kathy's house while we're here," Mother
finally said.  "You two will have to sleep together; it'll be easier than
trying to keep up two houses.  Your Aunt and I are going to the hospital to
see your grandfather; later we'll come back and clean this house to make it
accessible for your grandfather when he comes home.  I don't know what time
we'll be home; we might even stay the night at the hospital, Jon so don't
get into anything."

Randy and I looked at each other; we slept together on outings when we were
younger; there shouldn't be a problem now.  Of course, Randy didn't know
how much I loved to give and get blow jobs.

Mother and Aunt Kathy told us to get into the car and they would drop us
off at the house..  When we arrived, Randy showed me to his room.  It was
small with a twin bed, a couple of dressers, a small closet and a book
case.  We sat there and talked for a little while before going into the
living room to watch some television.

After a while, Randy got restless, got up and said he'd be right back.  I
watched TV for a little while longer then began to wonder where he had
gone.  After getting up and walking around the house, I went out the back
door looking for him; he still was nowhere to be found.  Eventually I
walked behind the garage; there was Randy, smoking a cigarette.  He heard
me and tried to put it out, fumbling and dropping it on the ground.

"Shit!" he said.  "You won't tell my mother will you?  She'd die if she
knew I smoked."

I told him that I didn't know whether I should say something or not; after
all, she didn't want him to smoke and he defied her wishes.  He broke down
and began crying, begging me not to say anything.  She had caught him two
months ago and he PROMISED that he wouldn't smoke again.

"I'll do anything if you don't tell her, anything at all'" he said.  I was
about to do one of those "Anything?" questions when he said, "I'll even
suck your cock if you won't tell her!"

Eureka!!  While I hadn't said anything, I really wanted him to; I also
wanted to suck his!  I told him to get down on his knees while I dropped my
pants and pulled my cock out.  He did as he was told, then took my cock
into his mouth.  He began sucking on it, licking it, eventually licking my
balls and giving me a wonderful blow job.  It was very apparent this wasn't
his first time; it was also apparent that he enjoyed giving blow jobs.

At first, he was a little hesitant, then once he got into it he really gave
me the works.  It was different than both Ben's and Robert's blow jobs.
His was kind of rushed but I could tell that it was pure pleasure for him
to suck my cock.  My pants were down around my knees and he had grabbed a
hold of my ass at the same time as he was sucking my cock.  He would pull
me into him, then would push me away from him, all the time with his mouth
around my cock.  He could almost deep-throat me but not quite. At the
meantime, his fingers found their way to my asshole; he played with it for
a while before sticking his middle fingertip into my tight brown boy-pussy.
It didn't go in deep but the sensation was quite different.

We went on like this for quite a while before I finally had to cum.  I said
something and he wrapped his mouth tighter around my cock.  I began
shooting; I was filled with cum since I hadn't in the last eight hours
since I left Robert and Ben so when I shot, I shot a lot of cum.  I think I
came for three or four minutes solid before finally running out of cum and
energy; Randy swallowed all of it.

"You're a great cock-sucker, Randy.  This isn't the first time you've done
it, is it?" I asked.  When he told me that he'd done it before, I grew
interested.  But first I wanted to suck him.  "Drop your pants, Randy; it's
my turn." I demanded.

He stood up and pulled his pants down while I got on my knees.  His cock
was small; smaller than mine.  He was just beginning to get some blonde
hair around the base of his cock.  I put my hand around his little four
inch cock as it began to harden even more.  It would be my third blow job
in my life but I wanted it to seem as though I'd been doing it forever.

I began by taking his whole cock into my mouth, then pulling it out.  I
wanted to savor the taste and feel of cock in my mouth.  Suddenly he
grabbed me by the head and pulled me into him; then he began to cum!
Damn...I wanted to give him a good blow job.  He began shooting cum into my
mouth and breathing really hard.  It tasted wonderful; I knew that I would
want more...I just wish he hadn't cum so quickly!

Within a minute he stopped, his legs buckled and he almost fell down.  I
grabbed him so he wouldn't fall.  Then I began to lick his cock; it was
shrinking fast; he couldn't keep it hard.  "I'm sorry...I'm so sorry," he
began to cry.

I stood up; my pants were still around my knees.  I took him into my arms
and kissed him gently on the lips.  He looked at me, then grabbed me and
returned the kiss.  We began to make out in the moonlight; both of our
cocks started to get hard again.  This time I was bound and determined to
give him a good blow job.  Gently I moved my head back to his cock as I
jacked him off.  I took it back into my mouth and began sucking.  He
grabbed my hair and pulled it.

I really enjoyed sucking his little cock.  I licked it, then moved down and
began licking his hairless balls.  He moaned as I continued licking and
sucking him.  This was the kind of a blow job I wanted to give him!  I
stopped for a second and had him lay down on the grass; then I continued.
In the meantime, my finger had found his asshole; I began playing with it.
As I did, he began to pump his cock deeper into my mouth.  I tried to
insert my finger but his ass was too tight; I just played with it from the
outside.

All at once I felt him tighten up, his cock grew and he began spewing cum
into my mouth.  It wasn't much and he did it for less than a minute but it
still tasted better than anything I had ever tasted before.  I swallowed
every drop that he gave me.  Afterwards I licked him clean, even licking
his balls and asshole before stopping.

"That was much better," I told him.  When I stood up he saw that I still
had a hard-on.  He reached over and took it into his mouth.  With me
standing, he could not only suck my hard cock but he had a wonderful shot
at my balls as well.  He began licking them and then actually licked my
asshole.  WOW...what a sensation!  I had never felt anything like that.

Randy continued on me for a long time; he would suck me for a while, then
lick my cock, my balls, my asshole, then he would start the whole process
over again.  I spent the whole time in ecstasy...even Robert and Ben hadn't
made me feel this great.  A couple of times he stuck his tongue into my
asshole but then moved back around for the rest of the process.

Finally I felt myself getting ready to cum!  I grabbed his head and pushed
hard as he sucked.  There wasn't a lot of cum to give him but I gave him
what I had and he swallowed every drop of it.  I shot three or four little
volleys then it was over.  He licked me clean again, tongued my ass and
pulled back.

He stood up and kissed me on the lips passionately, then we both pulled up
our pants.  We had given each other two incredible blow jobs and knew that
there were many more on the way.  Now I was actually glad that I had come
with my mother.

As we started to walk back to the house I said.  "You're really good,
Randy.  Where did you learn to suck cock like that?"

"My Dad's next door neighbor taught me," he said.  "He wanted to teach me
more but I was only there ten days.  He said he'd teach me other things the
next time I visited.  How about you; you've done it before, too.  I can
tell"

I told him about Ben and Robert.  Just as we were going in the back door
the phone rang; it was Aunt Kathy.  She said that she and Mother were on
their way home but were going to stop at the store; they should be home in
thirty minutes.

I told him that I wanted a cigarette; we shared one on the back porch
before going back into the living room.  By the time Mother and Aunt Kathy
got home we were watching TV as though nothing had happened.  They told us
about Grandpa; he would be in the hospital for another two or three days
then would be transferred to his house.  Mother and Aunt Kathy would take
turns taking care of him and we would leave after he was better.  Mother
had gotten approval from Mr. Jenkins, her boss to take as much time as she
needed before coming back to work.

We talked for a little longer before everyone went to bed.  Mother was
going to sleep with Aunt Kathy; she said they slept together through all of
their childhood until Mother got married and moved away so it wouldn't be
unusual.

As soon as Randy and I got undressed and into bed we found ourselves in
each other's arms.  Randy whispered that he wanted to suck my cock again;
when I told him I wasn't sure if I could get it up again this soon, let
alone cum, he said he still wanted to try.  We began kissing and rubbing
each other.  Pretty soon Randy had his hand inside my underwear and was
playing with my cock.  Shorty afterward he pulled my cock out and started
licking and sucking it.  I lay there for a while, enjoying it.  Before long
I rolled over and pulled his underwear down and began sucking his half-hard
cock; it didn't take it long to get fully hard.  We licked and sucked for
quite a while before I was ready to cum.  Suddenly I felt my cum beginning
in my balls; I erupted into his mouth.  At the same time, the taste of my
cum must have set him off because he started cumming.  Neither of us had a
lot to give but we gave what we could and gratefully accepted each other's
tasty treat.

We kissed, rolled over and went to sleep.  I woke up later and had to go to
the bathroom.  The bathroom was at the end of the hall; when I passed Aunt
Kathy's room I heard moaning.  I peed and flushed the toilet.  On the way
back to bed I didn't hear anything more.

The next morning Mother woke us up and told us breakfast was ready.  We
didn't get any chance to do get dressed or anything but had to hurry into
the kitchen in just our underwear.  Mother was dressed and making bacon and
eggs; Aunt Kathy came into the room a few minutes later.  We ate, making
small conversation about the day.  Mother and Aunt Kathy were going to
spend most of the day at the hospital.  Aunt Kathy gave Randy some money
and told him that we were to buy our lunch since they wouldn't be home
until late.  Then they left for the day.

I think it took Randy and me ten seconds after they pulled out of the
driveway before we were back in his room, our underwear pulled off and into
each other's arms.  We began kissing, then lay on the bed and worked into a
sixty-nine position.  His cock tasted so good in my mouth; I knew I was
going to be a cock-sucker the rest of my life.

We spent most of the morning sucking each other off or playing with each
other.  We kissed a lot and it seemed as though we couldn't keep our hands
off one another.  Finally about eleven-thirty we showered together and got
dressed.  Then we went into town and got something to eat.

We walked around town and did some other things before going back to his
house.  We got back around two-thirty, headed for the bedroom and started
having sex over again.  At five the phone rang; it was Aunt Kathy telling
us that they were on their way home.  We got dressed and were in front of
the TV when they arrived.

We stayed eleven days; during that time Randy and I had so much sex that I
thought my cock might fall off.  Twice during that time I heard noises
coming from Aunt Kathy's room late at night but the door was always closed
so I didn't know what was actually happening; Randy suggested that they
might be having sex too.  We laughed and thought about how women could do
that.

Randy had told me that his dad's neighbor had wanted to fuck him.  He tried
it several times but Randy wouldn't let him follow through because his cock
was too big and it scared him.  He said that he really wanted to get fucked
and asked me if I would do it to him.  I wasn't sure if I wanted to but he
kept pressing me.  I remembered that Ben had told me that he had just
finished fucking Robert; Robert looked fine when I was there so I knew it
couldn't be too bad.  Finally, the day before we were leaving I told him
that I would.

Mother and Aunt Kathy were over at Grandpa's house fixing everything up for
him.  They said they would be back around two-thirty so Mother and I could
get on the road and home before dark.  Randy and I had had a wild morning
of sex, sucking each other off twice.  When I said that I would fuck him,
Randy became elated.

Of course, I reminded him, I didn't really know what to do.  Since the
neighbor had started it, Randy knew what had to be done.  The first thing
he said we needed was some kind of lubricant to make it easier.  He went
into the bathroom and looked around.  Finally he found a small jar of
Vaseline; Randy said that his mother used it on her lips sometimes when
they were dry.

He bent over the bed and lay on his shoulders, spreading his ass-cheeks
with his hands.  Then he told me to lick his asshole!  When I bent down to
lick it, it didn't smell clean.  "I won't do it, Randy," I said.  "I won't
do it unless we wash it and make it clean.  UCK...it smells like you didn't
wipe very well."  He agreed, so off we went to the bathroom.  First I took
some toilet paper and wiped his ass, then I got a washrag and lathered it
up with soap and water and washed his asshole.  I rinsed it off, washed it
with soap and water again, this time sticking the washrag into his asshole
as well.  When that was done, I dried him off and we returned to the
bedroom, both of us walking with half a hard-on.

Randy bent over the bed again and I got down on my knees and began to kiss
and lick his asshole.  Now it smelled good and there was very little taste
to it.  He began to moan and push his asshole into my face.  Before long he
told me to put some Vasoline on my fingers and push them into his hole one
at a time.  I did as I was told; each time I stuck another finger in, he
winched.  I asked him if it was OK but he said to continue.  Finally I had
four fingers in and was pumping back and forth.  While my fingers were
fucking him, Randy told me to stick my cock up to his asshole.

I did as I was told; he then told me to take my fingers out, put some
Vasoline on my cock and put it in his asshole.  I pulled my fingers out,
put some Vasoline on my cock and tried to line it up with his hole but it
didn't seem to work. I pushed and pushed, but my cock wouldn't go in him.
He grunted and reached down and re-aligned my cock.  I pushed again, this
time harder and I felt his sphincter muscle give way to my cock head.  When
I pushed in, Randy let out a scream: "OH, SHIT!!"  I stopped with just the
head of my cock embedded in his ass.  "Are you OK?" I asked.  "Yeah," he
panted.  "Just stop there for a minute and let me get used to it."

I held it there for what seemed like forever, then pushed a little further.
He let out another scream, this time not as loudly or as bad.  I continued
to push, stop, push, stop until I finally felt my balls up against his ass
cheeks.  "I'm in all the way, Randy.  Am I still hurting you?" I asked.

"A little, but I'm getting used to it," he replied.  I started to pull my
cock out.  "Slowly, Jon," he screamed.  I pulled it out until it was almost
free of his ass, then shoved it back in, this time a little faster.  I
continued to push in and out and he continued to grimace.  It wasn't long
before the grimace was replaced with a moan and he began matching my
rhythm.

This was better than cool...this was wonderful.  I had ejaculated earlier
and couldn't get another cum out of me if I had wanted but I sure could
fuck.  I don't remember how long we continued, but it was wonderful for
both of us.  Our rhythms were in unison, I had reached around and was
masturbating him as I fucked, we kissed several times and this was the best
thing I could have ever imagined in my life would happen to me.  Randy
loved it; there were no more grimaces or screams, only moans and coos about
how wonderful it was.  Finally all good things have to come to an end and
ours was about to finish.

I began feeling the eruption in my lower balls...no, even deeper than that.
I started pumping faster and faster; Randy was meeting my every stroke and
staying even with me.  At the same time he had put his hand over mine and
we were masturbating him together.  All at once he moaned loudly and my
hand felt wet and sticky...he had just climaxed.  At the same time, I felt
the first volley, then a second and a third.  I came as hard as I could; I
didn't think I would have much but there was enough to fill his tight
asshole and drip some out.

We just lay there for several minutes.  My cock went down and plopped out
of his ass; when it did, Randy farted and farted.  We both laughed.  We lay
next to each other, kissing and feeling our bodies.  "That was the most
wonderful thing I've ever felt," Randy said.  "At first you hurt me, but
once I got used to it, it was wonderful.  I have to fuck you, Jon.  You'll
love it!"  I was ready; it couldn't feel any better than fucking felt.

We were disturbed from our love-making by the ringing of the telephone.
Randy hurried to answer it, cum dripping out of his ass as he ran down the
hall.  It was Aunt Kathy; they were just about done and were coming back
here.  Mother wanted me to pack and be ready by the time they got back so
we could get right on the road.

SHIT...I wanted Randy to fuck me!!  Randy ran into the bathroom, sat on the
toilet, discharged my cum and washed his asshole.  While he was on the
toilet I washed my cock and got dressed.  He came in, got dressed and we
packed.  We kissed passionately, knowing that we couldn't do that in front
of our mothers.

Mother and Aunt Kathy arrived ten minutes later; we were at our usual
location in front of the TV when they arrived.  Randy and Aunt Kathy walked
Mother and me out to the car and said goodbye.  Mother told Aunt Kathy that
if she needed help we would come back.  Then we drove back to San Jose.