Date: Sun, 19 Dec 2004 14:47:27 +0000 (GMT)
From: Steve Rose <cutrose40@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: Revelations

DISCLAIMER:

This is a story. None of the characters in the story
exist and the events that take place are purely
imaginary.

WARNING:

Do not read this story if you are in any way offended
by acts of a homosexual nature.

Do not read this if you are under the legal age for
accessing adult sites.

Always indulge in safe sex.

REVELATIONS

I was born and spent my early life in a small seaside,
rural town in the North west of England. My parents
were both professional people. My father's family had
lived in England for more than two hundred years and
was fully assimilated by his adopted country and its
culture and worked as a very successful barrister. My
Mother was a rather newer immigrant into Britain
having escaped Nazi persecution in the 1930s and had
met my Father when she appealed successfully against
her internment as an alien when World War II broke
out. After the war, my Mother became a successful
academic and taught at the University in the nearby
city. I was their only child. When I was eight, I was
sent to an all-boys weekly boarding school and
remained in this form of education until I finally
left and went to College. I enjoyed my time at school
immensely and formed a number of friendships there but
I also had friends from my hometown as well.

At school we all developed as a group and so learning
about sex and the differences between us especially in
regard to our cocks became something that was taken as
the norm. So too was wanking, which began for most of
us about the age of twelve or so. In the dorm and in
the showers we began to notice the differences between
us. I was one of a very small minority that had been
circumcised and my dick seemed smaller than many of
those of my contemporaries. On the other hand, I
suffered not of the religious discrimination and
anti-Semitism that sometimes occurred and was always
an accepted member of my circle of friends. At night
we often wanked and held competitions for who could
shoot first, shoot farthest or hold out for the
longest. I'm sure the teachers were aware of what went
on but did little to stop us.

As I got older we tended to divide our friends into
different groups both at home and at school. In
school, there were wank buddies with whom your only
contact was in a toilet or other secluded place where
each party gave hand relief to the other. Outside of
these meetings, arranged by a complex code system,
there was little or no direct contact. The second
group was the real friends who were in your class or
studying the same subjects as you were and with whom
sex was not regarded as a subject of consideration.

To my delight I had a similar group of friends back
home. There was my oldest friend and former neighbour,
Alan, with who I spent a regular Sunday afternoon
visit in wanking and playing around. We had known each
other forever and had enjoyed confiding in each other
that we had started wanking. The only difference
between us, apart from about six months in age, was
that he was uncut whereas I had been circumcised. Over
the weeks and months we had explored every aspect of
our genitals and knew exactly how to bring the other
off. I was keen than Alan but we never got beyond
wanking not that either of us was sure what other
things might be possible. I had seen drawing on toilet
walls and wanked off to them, but never had the
courage to suggest it to any of my wank buddies.
Although my other home friends knew I was a friend of
Alan's they did not really know him and, as at school,
I kept my sexual partners and regular buddies apart.
This was a pity as I later discovered one of my best
friends in that group was also gay, but that I learned
only years later.

Because my parents had been professionals and were
well off, I had inherited an interest in a large sum
of money when they died in an accident. A Great Aunt
and Uncle had looked after me after that time and they
had also been generous to me, as they had no children
of their own. I really no great need for money, but I
liked the thought of earning something for myself and
buying clothes I liked without my elderly guardians
having a veto, When I was 15 I nagged my elderly
relatives until they agreed that I could do a
Sunday-only paper round. I began in the January after
Christmas and about three months before I was 16. My
first round was great. It was close to my home and I
could be out of bed and delivering papers in less than
five minutes. On my bike the whole round took just
about an hour and then I was home for breakfast and a
warm drink and then there was schoolwork before lunch.
After lunch I would get ready to ride my bike over to
Alan's house and our afternoon of naked indulgence.
Best of all I earned a small amount of money for
myself.

Because I went away to school I sometimes had a few
days extra holiday at the beginning of a term and that
January was no exception. Finding myself with money in
my pocket and being at a loose end, I decided to cycle
into town and check out what was on at the local
cinema. I was pleased to discover that the film being
shown was one I wanted to see, so I paid and went into
the picture house. The cinema was very old fashioned
with a balcony as well as the stalls and, being small
in height, I was happy to pay the extra and go and sit
upstairs.

As it was a weekday afternoon, the balcony was
virtually empty. On the back row there was a couple
already heavily into snogging and an old man on the
far side who seemed to be asleep. Apart from me there
was one other person, also older than I was sitting a
few rows back and to one side of me. I sat in the
front row in an alcove above the stairs so that nobody
could obscure my view. Once sat down, I settled in to
watch the film. As was the case in those days there
was a newsreel followed by a couple of cartoons before
the interval and then the main film. I had enough
money for an ice cream, which I duly bought at the
intermission. The youngish guy behind me also bought
something from the usherette.

The film began and I settled back again to watch it
and after about ten minutes the old man who had been
sleeping woke up and left. A few minutes later I felt
a light tap on my shoulder and turned to see the
youngish guy leaning forward,

"Have you got a light?" the guy asked.

In those days smoking was more common than today and
cinemas were often full of unpleasant smoke. I didn't
smoke and didn't like the smell so I responded by
shaking my head and the man nodded and said `OK', but
then, to my surprise came and sat down right next to
me. I got my first good look at him. The stranger was
about 30, with fair hair and was wearing loose fitting
trousers and a nice shirt. He glanced at me and
whispered,

"Don't mind if I sit here do you. Films are so much
better when watched together, don't you think?"

I shrugged and nodded and paid no further attention. I
did not agree entirely with the man's assertion about
watching films with others but had been well brought
up and thought it only polite to accept the situation.
After a few minutes I felt the man's leg press against
mine and I moved slightly to make more room for him.
Seconds later, I felt it again and realised that I
could not move my legs any further without moving to
another seat and, in any case, the feel of the warm
leg against mine was not altogether unpleasant.
Nothing more happened for a while and then the man
placed his hand half on his leg and half on mine and
slowly began to inch up towards my thigh. I thought
about moving but my cock was reacting as it did when I
was with a wank buddy and I could not move.

Once the hand reached the top of my leg, the man gave
up any pretence and began to fondly my crotch. It was
obvious that I had a hard-on and the man knew it. My
trousers had button flies and he pushed a finger in
between one of the gaps and slowly massaged the hard
skin of my shaft through the linen covering of my
underpants. I no longer cared about the film although
I pretended to keep watching it as the man gently
undid each button until he could reach his whole hand
inside and cup my entire cock and balls in his grip. I
suppressed a sigh of pleasure and turned towards my
new partner to give him better access. The man had
obviously done this before because he expertly pulled
down my underwear and released my dick, which he
massaged gently in his hand and said quietly,

"What a lovely cock!!"

I waited as he moved as I thought to get into a
position to wank me off but he had something else in
mind. The man slowly lowered his head until I felt his
breath on my cock and, moments later, his tongue was
slurping on the exposed head of my cut cock. Again I
suppressed a groan as my balls bubbled up and without
warning I shot a load straight into the man's waiting
mouth. He had hardly touched me and I had cum! I
wanted to apologise for filling his mouth with my
spunk but he was obviously enjoying himself and had,
at some point in the short encounter, got his own cock
out and was wanking. I looked at his cock and knew
instinctively that there was no way I could take that
in my mouth but reached down and took over the
masturbation. From my experience with Alan and other
uncut friends from school I knew what to do with a
nice loose foreskin and it was not long before the man
was approaching his climax. The stranger produced a
large handkerchief from his pocked and handed it to
me. I wrapped it round the end of his cock and
completed the wank, feeling the large shaft twitch as
he delivered a large load of man cream. When he had
finished cumming, the man unwrapped the hanky from his
cock and brought it to his nose and inhaled deeply
before offering the slimy, wet material to me to do
likewise. Again unwilling to offend I did as invited
and found the smell to be much the same as the musty
smell I sometimes got when I sniffed my underwear
after I had creamed my trousers.

After a moment, the man put the hanky away and started
to straighten up his clothes and I did likewise. He
smiled at me and whispered,

"Thanks, son!"

I responded also in a whisper,

"Thanks to you too, mister, I'm sorry I came so
quickly and you had me cum in your mouth!"

"No problem at all," he replied, "Was that your first
time being sucked? By the way, please call me Dave."

I nodded and said,

"Yes, it was, um Dave!" and then, perhaps naively,
gave the man my real name.

He smiled at me and replied,

"It'll be better next time, don't worry, Steve. If
you'd like to do it again in a while I'd be happy to
oblige. I love the taste of teen cream!"

I suppose I should have said `no' but weakly I nodded
in assent. Dave leaned over and gave my already
hardening prick a gentle squeeze through my clothing
and whispered,

"The film will end soon so there won't be time to do
it again in here. Do you know the little park along
the road from here?"

Again I nodded and then he continued,

"After the show ends meet me by the top gates as soon
as you can, we can go into the toilets there, if you
want to."

Again I missed my chance to back out and lamely said,

"OK."

A few minutes later the show came to an end and, just
as the credits began to roll, I got up and made my way
quickly downstairs and out to where my bike was
parked. Although I did not look back, I knew Dave was
close behind me as I left the cinema but he walked
straight past without a word and turned down the road
that led to the park. I got on my bike and cycled the
long way round so that I would not have to wait
conspicuously at the entrance to the park on a cold
early-January afternoon. My plan worked as, by the
time I had chained up my bike and walked into the top
entrance to the park Dave was already there,

"You came," he said, possibly slightly surprised at my
appearance.

I almost gave a witty reply to his remark but decided
against it and merely nodded and then Dave added,

"Good, you won't regret it! Wait here a moment while I
check that toilets. If I don't come straight back out,
follow me in."

Dave disappeared in through the door and as he did not
reappear I went in as well and found him standing at
the urinal. As soon as he saw me, Dave darted into one
of the cubicles and sat on the seat and beckoned me
inside. I stood in front of him as he again undid my
flies but this time Dave lowered my trousers and
underwear to my knees before grabbing my erect prick
and pointing it at his mouth. I found the position
rather uncomfortable and whispered that it hurt, so
Dave said,

"Sorry, Steve, I'll try to find a better angle."

Despite the fact that it was not very long since I had
first filled Dave's mouth with my cum, as soon as his
mouth closed round my glans and he started using his
tongue on my exposed velvety head, I felt the tingling
sensation that indicated another orgasm. I did not
know whether Dave was aware of it as well so I sought
to warn him,

"Fuck, Dave, I'm cumming again already!!"

Dave's response was to take more of my cock into his
mouth and, with his arms around me, pull me closer
towards him and work my hips back and forth so that my
shaft slid in and out between his lips. After only a
few seconds of this I was at and then over the edge
and, to my enormous surprise, I delivered another
copious load of teen cream into Dave's eager mouth.
Every drop disappeared down his throat and Dave even
licked the last dribbles from the piss slit before
finally releasing my prick.

I looked down and Dave's cock was hard and he was
playing with it and I moved to take over and had just
taken hold of his shaft when a noise from outside
disturbed me. Dave indicated that I should get dressed
quickly, go out to the basins and then leave. As soon
as I was clear, my partner in crime closed the door
quietly and locked it. I had just enough time to get
my trousers up and stand at the basin that was hidden
from the view of anyone entering the toilets before
someone else came in. I stayed hidden and, to my
relief, the newcomer went straight into a cubicle,
which gave me the opportunity to complete my dressing
and escape.

I went back a couple of times to that toilet but sadly
never again met Dave and on most occasions contented
myself by standing in the cubicle where he had sucked
me, reading the graffiti on the walls and wanking.
Being sucked for the first time had been an enormous
turn-on for me and I was anxious to repeat the
experience and even try it myself but all-too-soon I
was back at school where opportunities for wanking
were great, but for anything more interesting were
strictly limited, if not impossible, dreams. At least,
however, I now realised that my fantasies could become
reality and that the drawings and stories I read on
toilet walls were not all made up!

A few days after that incident I had returned to
school but kept checking at weekends to see if there
was anything happening at the toilets but never seemed
to have much luck. I decided to try both the cinema
and the toilets again at half term, but did not make
much headway then either! However, in another
development at half term, a chain of events was set up
that was to lead to a further improvement in my sexual
experience.

The manager of the newspaper shop asked me if I would
be willing to fill in for one of the regular daily
deliverers that was on holiday. The plus side of this
would be more money, the negative side was that the
round was at the other end of town and involved
delivering to houses with long drives and would take
twice as long as my regular Sunday round. After
considering the two sides and talking it over with my
guardians, I agreed to do it. That week proved to be
comparatively uneventful, except that one day, at one
of the big houses, I caught sight of a teenager about
my age working in the grounds. Although he did not see
me and I only got a glimpse of him, he looked rather
attractive.

I thought no more about it until the Easter break when
I decided to spend a few mornings just cycling around
the district. Inevitably, my tour took me past the
large houses but I was frustrated in that there was no
sign of life in any of the gardens, although I did
find a quiet, out-of-the-way, toilet with lots of
horny stories on the wall which gave me plenty to wank
off to.

As I was involved in exams, I was allowed to stay at
school during the half term holiday in the summer term
and so the next opportunity I had to explore the area
had to be delayed until the break between July and
September. Some of this time was of course spent with
my regular friends as well as my weekly visit to Alan,
but I still had some days on my own. In addition, I
was again asked to take on the daily round I had first
delivered in February and I accepted immediately. The
second day, I saw the teenager again, in the same
garden but this time at a much closer distance. To my
disappointment, the youngster did not even look at me
or seem to notice that I was passing, but I had a
better look at his nicely defined body encased in a
tight pair of jeans and T-shirt. I thought about the
other guy I had seen all through the rest of the paper
round and dropped into the hidden-away toilet and had
a wank imagining all the time what I would like to do
with him if we were ever alone together.

Over the following days I saw the teenager regularly
sometimes nearby and sometimes in the far distance and
each time I felt the same horny surge. I was desperate
to talk to him and finally my chance came in a way
that I had not expected. It was Saturday morning and I
was running later than usual as I cycled up the long
drive to the house where the young man worked. I did
not see him around and felt disappointed, but then I
heard someone calling out and so I decided to
investigate. As I rounded the corner, there he was,
calling for help as he tried to stop a pile of logs
falling backwards onto his feet. Needless to say I
sprinted over and between us we managed to force the
wood sufficiently away from the trapped teenager to
allow him to free himself and jump clear. As the
wooden pile tumbled over, the teenager looked at me
and said,

"Thanks for rescuing me! Good job you were later than
normal today otherwise I could have broken my foot. I
thought I saw you riding along the road and hoped you
hear me calling. My name's Tim, by the way."

"Glad to be of service, Tim," I replied,  "I'm Steve.
I'm glad to have the chance to meet you at last."

I was feeling a bit awkward as the proximity of Tim
had again sent my young hormones into overdrive and I
could feel my cock begin to harden as we spoke. Close
to, I realised that Tim was a couple of years older
than I was and also that he was even better looking
than I expected. His body was tanned and muscular from
the outside work that he did and his hair was very
fair. Tim had twinkling brown eyes, a long sharply
featured nose and a sensuous mouth with thick lips and
a semi-permanent smile. We stood in silence for a few
moments but then the handsome teenager grinned at me
and said,

"Me too. I meant to speak to you earlier in the week,
but lost my nerve."

I was not sure how to take the last remark and decided
to continue the conversation by asking whether Tim was
unhurt. Tim continued to grin and leaned back against
the nearby wall as he replied,

"Yes, I feel pretty fit and your assistance meant I'll
only have a few bruises to worry about. It's a good
job you're as fit as you are, must be all that cycling
around delivering papers."

As Tim had said the word `fit' he had given the word a
slight emphatic edge and had allowed his gaze to
travel down the length of my body, undoubtedly taking
in the obvious bulge in my jeans. I swallowed hard and
said,

"Do you need to go into the house and get something
put on your bruised leg. My Mum always swears by some
herbal stuff that smells horrible but takes the pain
away."

"No thanks, I'm all right and there's nobody at home
anyway, the owner is away for the weekend. Frankly, I
think I'd rather just take a rest here for a short
while and enjoy the view."

Again as he spoke, Tim's eyes travelled down towards
my still bulging jeans, although by now I had managed
to slide a hand into the pocket in a desperate effort
to hide my hardening cock shaft. Tim continued to
stare at me and I noticed his hand slipped into his
pocket and he began to adjust himself in a rather
obvious manner. I started to wonder if my fantasy was
about to come true and decided to take a chance,

"This is nearly the last house on my round, so I can
either stay here for a while until you feel ready to
go back to work or I could finish my round and pop
back to see how you are then."

Tim nodded slowly and then said,

"Why don't you finish your round off and then come
back. That way there'll be no pressure for you to get
away and, if I have a sudden bad reaction to my
injuries, I'll have someone to help me home!"

Somewhat relieved, I agreed to my new friend's
suggestion and peddled off to delivery the newspapers
to the last remaining houses. I did them in record
time and then went back to where Tim was still leaning
against the wall, his hand still deep in his tight
jeans' pocket. He greeted me with a broad grin,

"That was quick, Steve, anyone would have thought you
couldn't wait to see me again!"

I blushed and Tim laughed even more,

"Don't worry, it's very quiet up here and safe as well
when there's nobody around, if you get my meaning."

As he spoke, Tim stepped closer to me so that we were
only about a foot apart. I looked back at him and he
must have seen a look in my eye that signified that I
knew exactly what he meant because he stopped for a
second and then said,

"Do you want to go somewhere round here or come back
to my house, which is about five minutes away?"

My cock, which had gone soft while I was doing my last
deliveries, was instantly hard again and a swift
glance down showed me that Tim was the same and I
wanted desperately to do something about it but I
looked around and whispered,

"If your house is empty, that would be better, but
aren't you supposed to be working?"

Tim did to me what I had wanted to do to him but had
shied away from and gave my cock a gently squeeze with
his hand and a groaned with pleasure as I moved to
reciprocate. As we fondled each other Tim said,

"My house it is then! Don't worry about my work. The
owners as I said are away I'll tell them I worked over
the other end of the garden, they'll never know any
different and in any case I can do what needs to be
done tomorrow1 Are you sure you can wait until we get
to my place?"

I nodded and reluctantly we each relinquished our grip
and Tim said,

"OK, let's go!"

The walk to Tim's house was a long five minutes or at
least seemed to be so to me, but then I was keen to
get on with other things! When we arrived, I saw that
the house was one of about five in a little row and my
friend walked past the first three before turning into
the fourth. We walked through a small gate and down
the side of the house to the back garden and Tim said,

"Leave your bike here, it'll be quite safe and it's
out of sight of passers-by."

Tim opened the back door and I followed him inside.
The house was quite small and my friend led me though
the downstairs area, through the kitchen, into the
hallway, which had two small rooms leading off it and
a stairway that clearly led to the bedrooms. My horny
friend indicated that we should go up to his bedroom
and I followed him admiring his body from behind as we
climbed up the stairs. Directly opposite the top of
the stairs there was the toilet and a bathroom at
right angles to it and then two small bedrooms as
well. Tim led me into his room and this was the signal
for us to begin to get undressed.

Unsure what to do, I sat on the bed and took off my
shoes and socks and Tim did the same and then stood up
and took off his T-shirt. My head was level with my
friend's bulge and I leaned forward and kissed Tim's
bulge through the material of his tight jeans bringing
a moan of pleasure from him. The horny teenager looked
down and said,

"Do you want to suck me?"

Without even thinking about it, I nodded and reached
up to undo the buttons of Tim's jeans and inserted my
hand into the widening hole. I could now feel the full
hard length of my new friend's cock through the linen
of his Y-fronts as I eased the jeans down towards his
knees. Tim was sighing as I fondled and gripped his
hard shaft but stopped and said,
"Hold on a minute, stand up and let's both get totally
naked! I want to do the same to you as you are doing
to me!"

I did as he asked and soon we were both left with only
our bulging underpants. Simultaneously, we reached for
the waistband of each other's Y-fronts and in one
swift movement pulled them off. My circumcised cock
bobbed free, the piss slit already oozing clear
pre-cum and I got my first look at Tim's uncut
version. Tim looked at my dick and said quietly,

"Lovely dick, Steve!!"

"Yours is beautiful as well, Tim!"

I broke away and sat back on the bed and gently eased
Tim's foreskin back off the head of his cock and stuck
out my tongue and licked the slowly exposed glans. My
horny partner groaned and pushed a bit more between my
lips and, for the first time ever, I felt the
strangely soft but hard texture of his cock head on my
tongue. I took the bottom end of his shaft in my left
hand and wanked it forward as I worked more of his
cock into my mouth and Tim groaned and said,

"Put your fingers in me, please!"

My horny new friend took hold of my right hand and
guided it towards his puckered hole and I gentle
pushed and found that one finger slid easily past the
entrance and inside him. Tim sighed and I knew I was
obviously doing something right because only a few
moments later he groaned and said very loudly,

"Cumming!!"

Immediately I felt his hot spunk enter my mouth and
start to fill it to such an extent that I was choking
and had to release my grip on Tim's cock even though
he was still firing his ball juice. I swallowed what
was in my mouth, but the rest of my friend's cum
splattered onto my face and chest. At some point
during this time and without even touching it my cock
had also shot a load of cream all over my stomach.
When he saw the slimy globules on my body, Tim
exclaimed,

"You came as well!!"

I nodded and replied,

"Yeah, sorry, it just came without much warning! Also
I'm sorry I didn't finish sucking you but there was so
much of it!!"

Tim laughed and slumped down onto the bed next to me
and said,

"No problems, Steve. I thought you did great for a
first time blowjob. Sorry you shot a load I really
want to suck that beautiful dick of yours and give you
the sort of pleasure you just gave me! How long will
it take you to recover and how long can you stay?"

"It won't take me long to recover if I know you're
going to suck it!!" I replied, grinning and then
added, "Have you got a telephone so that I can ring my
home and tell them I won't be home until later? If you
have I can stay most of the morning."

"Phone's downstairs," Tim replied. "Follow me and I'll
show you!"

It seemed strange standing in Tim's hall, completely
naked, telephoning my home and speaking to my Great
Aunt difficult because the horny teenager kept feeling
my cock, which was already showing signs of recovery.
As soon as I could I finished my telephone
conversation and Tim and I went back up to his room. I
was pleased to see that I was not the only one whose
cock was recovering and Tim and I played with each
other until once again we were both sporting hard-ons.


We were lying on the bed leaning over as we each
fondled and explored our partner's body until Tim
looked at me and asked,

"Have you heard of 69?"

I shook my head and my horny new friend nodded before
explaining what it was and asked me whether I wanted
to give it a ret. I was game for anything and very
shortly afterwards we were lying head-to-toe with our
rock hard dicks pointing invitingly at each partner's
mouth. I felt a thrill of excitement rush through my
body as Tim's lips encased my cut glans and began to
lick and tease my piss slit. Not to be outdone I
reciprocated by rolling back Tim's foreskin and doing
to him what he was doing to me. Although I was
excited, I was determined to delay my orgasm for as
long as possible.

For several moments there was only the sound of
slurping mouths to disturb the quiet intensity in the
room. I was so absorbed that the first time I realised
that there was a third person was in the room was when
I noticed a slight movement just off to my right.

The moment I saw the movement, I froze and then
allowed Tim's cock to slip from my mouth as the terror
of exposure and humiliation swept over me. However, a
second later I heard a voice, older and deeper than
that of a teenager,

"Don't stop on my account. Tim, introduce me to your
friend."

Tim let go of my dick, which had shrunk back to its
flaccid state as a result of the shock of discovery. I
was amazed how calm my companion was and by the fact
that his dick was still as hard as it had been before
the interruption. While I tried to recover from the
embarrassment I felt, Tim looked up and, in an
unconcerned way, replied,

"Oh, hi Phil, I'd like you to meet my friend, Steve."

Then, turning to me the horny teenager added,

"Steve, this is my uncle Phil. I live with him here in
the house. He took me in and has looked after me ever
since my Mum died and my Father was unable to cope. As
you can also see, he has been instrumental in
developing my overall education."

I looked round and noticed that the newcomer, Phil,
who was in his late thirties, was not only completely
naked but also was sporting a large erection. This was
the first time I had had an opportunity to look at an
adult dick close to. It was very long and thin with
fully exposed head that was several shades lighter
than the skin of his shaft. Initially I thought that
Phil was circumcised, like me, but it was not long
before I learnt that I was mistaken. The older man
looked at us, grinned approvingly at what he saw, and
said quietly,

"Why don't we go to the bigger bedroom? The bed in
there is large enough for all three of us!"

Tim readily agreed on his and my behalf and we quickly
got up and followed Phil into the other bedroom and
immediately started to re-arrange ourselves on the
bed. I was asked to take up a position on one side of
the bed; Phil on the other and Tim came and lay down
in between us. At this point it was clear that Phil
was in charge. The older man gave first my cock and
then his nephew's dick a gentle fondle and brought
them both back to full hardness before he said,

"Right, you two, carry on with your `69' and I'll take
care of my nephew's other needs, if that's OK with you
two?"

I was not sure exactly what Phil meant by meeting
Tim's `other needs' but had a fair idea. I noted that
Tim had readily agreed to his uncle's suggestion and
so he and I resumed our oral activity. As I was
positioned with my head in my teenage friend's groin,
I got a superb view as the older man used his fingers
to prepare the Tim's hole for a few minutes and then I
got a grandstand view as Phil's large dick penetrated
the horny teenager's welcoming hole. I felt Tim groan
with pleasure on my prick as his uncle's head and
shaft drove deeply inside him and I also felt Tim's
dick throb in my mouth as the fucking motion began. I
had never before seen another man fuck somebody and it
was the most exciting thing I had ever seen or been
part of, beating by a long way the sucking I had
received in both the cinema and the toilets.

My excitement at what was happening quickly
transferred to my groin and my balls tightened and
prepared to fire. Tim was rocking backwards and
forwards in time with his uncle's penetrating thrusts
and I was sucking on his shaft and head as hard as I
could. I hoped that he was as close to cumming as I
was and so it proved. I could also tell that Phil was
fast approaching his point of no return as I could
hear that he was grunting and straining with every
thrust.

My mouth was too busy to give Tim any warning of my
approaching orgasm and, virtually unannounced, my teen
spunk sprayed onto my horny teenage friend's tongue
and Tim swallowed it all straight down his throat.
Just a few inches from my face I could see Phil's
balls tightening and, with a cry of triumph, the older
man delivered his own creamy tribute deep inside his
nephew. As I heard the gasping from Phil, Tim shot his
second load into my mouth, but this time I was
prepared and did not allow a single drop of his
precious cum to escape from my mouth and took it all
down into my stomach.

As we slowly disentangled ourselves and fought to
recover our breath, the three of us were panting and
sweating from our exertions. At the same time, each of
our sensitive cocks began to soften and return to
their normal flaccid state. Inches from my face, Tim's
dick head slowly disappeared underneath the protective
cover of his foreskin and this was the point at which
I noticed that his uncle's cock was also returning to
a similar state.

After a few minutes, Phil suggested that we might all
like to take a shower. As expected, this gave the
older man his first chance to give my body a full and
detailed up-close inspection. As we waited for the
shower water to warm up Phil ran his hands all over my
naked body, paying special attention to my prick and
declared himself delighted with its shape, size and
feel. When he had finished, the older man promised
that, if I would like it, next time I came for a visit
to his house, he would be more than happy to give my
dick a full oral examination. I also got a good look
at Phil's naked adult body and noted his strong
muscular torso and the dark hair that covered his
body. Most prominent of all, of course, was the
largest cock I had ever seen. I took the opportunity
to give it a good feel and was impressed by the fact
that it was larger when soft than either Tim's or mine
when hard.

The shower took longer than normal, as we each soaped
the other and used the opportunity to explore further,
which inevitably brought further erections. Phil
realised that we teenagers would be more than happy
with just a wank and so he suggested that we each took
a cock in our hand for a while and then swapped over.
Phil was very skilful and brought me several times to
the edge of climax before stopping and letting me calm
down. I had the opportunity to work on both Tim and
his uncle's cocks but the highlight was when Phil
brought Tim and me together and wanked us until we
both shot another load. Finally, we youngsters were
allowed to work on Phil's large, adult cock until it
also fired a second, extremely impressive, amount of
spunk onto the wall of the shower cabinet. We stayed
under the stream of water for a few more minutes as
again we recovered our breath and watched as the
spunky mess was washed away. As we dried ourselves and
I prepared to get dressed and ride back home, Tim took
me on one side and said that he hoped that I would
come round again very soon. He even suggested that, if
I wanted to, I could try fucking him like his uncle
had just done, especially as he fancied the idea of
having a prick like mine inside him.

As a result of my first visit to that house and as I
was riding my bicycle back home, I thought about the
amazing experience I had just had. A number of things
in particular struck me on that journey. The first was
the fact that sex between members of the same family
could take place in the way it just had. The second
was that two generations could talk so openly about
such things. My parents had never talked to me about
sexual matters and neither had my even more elderly
Guardians and certainly I had never seen any member of
my family naked. They would have been mortified to
find out what I had been up to and would have probably
thrown me out if they knew what sort of friends I had
taken up with. The final thing was that I had been
party to and witnessed a full-blown fuck close up and
had loved every minute of it. As I relived the moments
I found my dick was hardening but I managed to
suppress the evidence when I got home, although I
still had to disappear into the bathroom and bring
myself to yet another climax with my trusty right
hand.

I learned a lot more interesting things and had
several more exciting experiences that summer on
subsequent visits to Phil and Tim's house. I even did
things there that I had never thought possible
including sucking Phil's much larger cock and sliding
my prick deep inside the welcoming hole of his horny
nephew. In addition, I learned how Phil and Tim had
first discovered their mutual interest in sex and how
relaxed they were when talking about it. This
information, coupled with the other revelations I
learnt in that short period during my sixteenth year,
were some of the most important lessons of my life and
I will never forget their significance in my personal
development.

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