Date: Tue, 27 Dec 2005 08:30:05 -0800 (PST)
From: "Darron, Darron The Witch, The Witch" <darronthewitch@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Loft - Chapter 1
The usual warnings: erotic story, involving sex between boys and
boys and men and men and boys and men-- This is fiction-- the
entire story takes place in an alternate reality-- a parallel world
that has astonishing similarities to our own. If you are under the
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Thank-You, the author. Oh yea and one other thing, if you are the
type that is offended by such story as I have written than you are
probably already offended, and I can almost assure you that you
will not find any little part of my story inoffensive, but,
sadomasochistic though you may be, please feel free if compelled by
an overwhelming desire to read on even though you know you will
be offended, because I know you can't stop yourself and I can't stop
you either. Hope you enjoy-- the author.
Geycat: The earliest known usage of the word gay in a homosexual
connotation, first used near the start of the 20th century
in America. It is derived from the word Gay (Gey in slang) meaning
spirited and free, and the word Cat which is short for Catamite.
Geycat: A early teen or pre-teen boy who has developed a natural
and impulsive desire to engage in sexual acts with older
adult men, not for money or any other gain, but purely for the
pleasure of it.
So compulsive and obsessive are geycats that they are legendary
along the Chicago to New Orleans locomotive run.
When I was six years old, just a couple months shy of turning
seven, a quite mysterious, and astonishing thing happened to me; I
guess it happens to all boys but for some reason I think I reacted to
it a little differently than most; this experience started an obsession
for me; that has lasted to this very day, and directly lead to many
great adventures in sex, that I think sadly most boys miss out on; of
course I'm speaking from my own perspective; if it was me that
missed out, I would be sad for myself; they probably aren't.
What happened is one evening I was taking a bath. When I
turned six, my parents started letting me take a bath by myself, and
like any kid that age, I would play in the bath-tub and take entirely
too long bathing myself.
This one particular evening, something was starting to emerge
into my conscious awareness that I think was growing and growing
for awhile but hadn't, until this certain night broken free of my sub-
conscious and bubbled up into my total awareness.
What I discovered is that I had a boner. There was no
mistaking it; my little weenie was quite a bit less weenie, stiffer,
bigger, and longer, and bone hard.
There I was, staring at it, sticking up out of the water like the
stealthy periscope of an enemy submarine.
I was astonished. I did what any kid my age would do-- I
checked it out. It looked stiff, but was it really?...
The first thing I did is pushed the pinkish circumcised head
under the water. It was circumcised like almost every boy I knew,
although I had no idea about circumcision back then. Being white
and of German descent, circumcision was like automatic; I'd never
seen another kid's dingy that wasn't so I had nothing to compare it
too. Later when I was adult, I discovered other guy's that were
'uncut' as they would say later.
I held my little pee-pee under the water and then let go, and
instantly it sprang back up breaking the surface of the water again,
as if to say 'Hello there, how are doing?'
I did that a few more times, and didn't know what else to do;
BUT, that started it for me-- the obsession. An obsession to play
with it and experiment with it, and figure out it's underlying
mystery; why does it do that?? How does this help with the
function of going pee-pee; or is there a deeper mystery; perhaps
another function of the pee-pee, that had until now escaped my
genius.
Later that night when I woke up from sleep, very late at
night, I noticed I had another stiffie, and decided to see if it aided
or inhibited the ability to go pee-pee.
A minute later I stood over the commode, and tried to go; I
tried and tried, and although I knew my bladder had pee in it, I
couldn't seem to make it come out. Then I went back to bed but I
couldn't fall asleep. I kept thinking-- You can't go when It's like
that-- so it doesn't aid the pee-pee it keeps the pee-pee from going
pee-pee-- what sense does that make.
After a bit, I noticed my teeny weenie was weenie and soft
again and immediately I jumped up to try and pee just to verify I
had enough pee-pee in me to go, and not because it was boned when
I tried.
I got to the bathroom, and pulled my P.J.'s down to my ankles
and immediately I started a nice little stream of golden yellow.
I knew it. This boner phenomenon didn't have anything to do
with urination-- it had something else to do with something else--
but what??
I pondered it as I faded back to sleep.
Like I said, after that night in the bath I was obsessed. It
didn't take me very long at all to discover that once it was stiff, if I
kept playing with it I could keep it stiff for quite a long time-- until
I'd get distracted that is. I also LIKED playing with it when it
was stiff-- I didn't know why exactly-- it just felt good.
I tried lot's and lot's to MAKE it go stiff when I willed it--
but that was hit and miss, and mostly it seemed I couldn't make it
stiff just by willing it or even playing with it. When I played with
it when it was soft, it didn't feel the same-- it felt like I was
playing with my finger or my ear or my toe-- it felt different-- better
when I touched it when it was stiff. But, like I said most of the
time when I played with it soft and willed it to get hard-- it
usually would just play obstinate and refuse to spring up.
But, when happenstance permitted it; and I would happen to
notice I had an extra finger in my undies, which I was becoming
more aware of when it DID happen-- I wouldn't allow that
opportunity to pass to play with it while it felt good-- And it could
happen just about any time anywhere-- while we were all having
dinner, while we were in the family room listening to the radio,
wherever-- I mean-- it's not like it would wait tell later-- later, it
would be soft again.
Needless to say, my parents and my older brother were
starting to notice my hand down my pants quite a bit. My folks
never said anything about it, but I could tell they noticed every time
I did it, sometimes they would smile, 'specially my dad-- but they
never said anything. I could tell my older brother Mikey noticed
because when he'd see me doing it, he'd give me this weird eye; real
subtle, but I'd see it-- it wasn't a bad look, it was more like;
naughty and it would make my little prick jerk suddenly while I
was playing with it in my underpants.
Speaking of my older brother, who by the way had just
turned eleven-- I discovered that it seemed Mikey had the ability to
make my dick bone up and he didn't even know it. I had trouble
making it happen for myself, but Mikey could make it happen
anytime he wanted-- it was like magic. All he would have to do is
give me that look. It was kind of seductive now that I look back
on it. It seemed like it got to be that whenever we were both alone
in a room, my hands would rush inside my undies to play with it
and try to get Mikey to notice so he'd give me that look. As soon as
he gave that look, my dick would instantly boing up in my pants so
fast I thought it might pop out.
The first time it happened, we were both wrestling around on
the couch. We both were winded and decided to rest. We were
both just sitting there and, of course, I stuck both hands down my
pants just for dramatic effect. Normally I wouldn't do that unless
I was alone with Mikey.
I was really kind of playing with it, although it was soft, and
Mikey kind of ignored me at first. I kept starring at him willing
him to give me that look; but it seemed that had about as much
effect on him as it did on my weenie.
Suddenly, I got the look.
Presto-- my dick went stiff in an instant. I couldn't believe
how he could do that. It was like electricity this time because
when Mikey shot me the look this time it was more profound; more
naughty; more something; I can't exactly put my finger on it. A look
with promise in it.
Mikey took a look around the room real quick, as though he
were in a market and was about to shoplift something; it was
adorable as hell. And then he rested his hand right on my crotch.
I took my hands out of my pants, and immediately, I don't
know what came over me-- it was wild, I didn't even think what I
was doing, it was all automatic. I pushed down on Mikey's hand,
pressing it hard into my crotch and at the same time I pushed my
pelvis up, like lifting my ass up off the couch, grinding my eleven
year old older brother's hand against my six year old throbbing
boner.
Mikey tried to pull away but my grip on his hand was tight, I
held it down with all the strength I had keeping his hand securely
in position for at least five seconds before his strength over came me
and he was able to pull away. As soon as his hand broke free from
my grasp I instinctively grabbed his wrist and tried to pull it down
again first with one hand then with both hands, but then he used
his other hand to pull his arm away.
As soon as he broke free, he got up and said that he had to go
to the bathroom and immediately got up and ran out of the room.
I sat there and acted non-chalant until he got back. I had
wondered why the hell I just did that-- but it was like electricity
when I pushed Mikey's hand into my crotch-- I couldn't help it. I
hoped he wasn't mad at me. When he got back and sat down I
pretended nothing had happened.
He sat down next to me, a little closer than usual, and then
scooted even closer. Mikey then draped his left arm over my
shoulder. Very lovingly like. I was used to this, he'd done it before.
I pretended nothing was happening though. I lost my boner
when Mikey ran out of the room, but it was starting to clot with
blood again. Just being around my brother I was discovering, could
make it bone up.
Next thing you know Mikey tried to very subtly inch his left
hand; the hand he had draped across my shoulder, towards my
crotch until he was touching it again. The instant he touched my
P.J'.'s there where my dick was, it got fully hard again, and once
more I tried to grab his hand and push down but this time he
already anticipated and pulled his hand away. He tried a couple
more times to touch me there but each time I instinctively tried to
grab his hand.
Then he said he had to go to the bathroom again. As he stood
up, I was pretty sure I saw what was a boner in his pants too, no
mistaking it. He excused himself, and I was left on the couch, my
heart suddenly pounding noisily the moment I realized that Mike
had a boner.
I sat there for a moment or two, and I realized I had to see it-
- I jumped up and headed towards the bathroom.
When I got to the hall I could see that the bathroom door was
open and Mikey was sticking his head out as though expecting me.
when he saw me in the hallway, he motioned with his hand for me
to come into the bathroom.
"Quickly, " he whispered. "Before mom or dad see,"
I didn't see what the big deal was but it seemed Mike was up
to something and I certainly didn't want to upset him.
I quickly got to the bathroom door and Mike kind of hid
himself behind the door as he opened it up inward. When I got
inside the bathroom, he shut the door.
My brother was standing there wearing only his shirt and
socks. He had taken his P.J. bottom's off and underpants, and was
therefore naked from the bottom of his shirt down to his socks.
His dick was sticking strait out in front of him, fully hard.
The instant I saw that, my eyes locked on his dick and I couldn't
force my head to move any other way. Mikey's dick was a little
bigger than mine but not by much-- I would have expected it to be a
lot bigger since Mike was a lot bigger than me in every other way.
Of course, I'd seen Mikey naked before, we were brothers;
BUT, I'd never seen Mikey with a boner before-- I was hypnotized
by it.
Although it was about the same size and girth as mine when
hard, just a tiny bit bigger, it however stuck out when boned
differently than mine-- mine stuck strait up, more or less; his stuck
strait out-- it was really cool.
Mikey kept grabbing it with his fist and pumping it up and
down in a weird way I'd never seen before. It was getting my teeny
weenie to twitch inside my underpants.
Mikey was panting and was all red in the face, and said real
hushed, "Don't tell mom or dad that I did this-- okay??"
I nodded my head.
"Promise!" he whispered loudly, as if you could actually
whisper loudly.
"I promise," I said.
"Thousand needles in your eye-- if you lie?" he said.
"I swear," I said.
He motioned for me to take my PJ bottoms off and
underpants, which I did. My boner more boned than ever sticking
strait up against my belly pointing towards the bathroom ceiling.
Then I stood up again after taking my pants off. I got
hypnotized by Mike's dick again and while staring at it and slowly
bending over to get a closer look I said, "I could touch it?"
"Go ahead," he said.
I got down on my knees, and I wrapped my little fingers
around his dick.
It felt warm and hard. Mike rolled his eyeballs into the
back of his head as I gently squeezed it. I let go after a few
moments and stood back up.
Mike reached out and grabbed his dick again and started
pumping like before. At the same time he reached down with his
other hand and started doing the same thing to my dick. It
instantly felt really good.
"Now do mine like this," he said.
I reached out and squeezed his dick, and started stroking it
that way, first he guided my hand with his own until I got the
motion right, and then he let go, and we stood there jerking each
other's dicks.
"Oh, that feels good," he said.
"Me too," I said, "Where'd you learn to do that?"
"I learned from Robert," he said.
Robert was the last 'guest' we had staying at our house. My
dad goes on these trips on the train related to his top-secret work.
He travels from Chicago where we live to The City of New Orleans
and then back again, he's usually gone a week. Not all the time but
quite often, when he comes back from one of these trips he brings
along a new 'guest'. They stay in the house for a few days or a week
maybe, but no more than a week. They're usually older teen-aged
boys or young men, but sometimes their younger. The last one he
brought home was about a month ago; a fourteen year old named
Robert who stayed with us for almost a week.
While the guests stay with us, they have their own private
quarters and usually stay pretty much to themselves, and we're not
allowed to interfere with them-- the guests private quarters are
downstairs near the back of the house, but they are allowed to come
out and mingle with the rest of the family when dad is here, the rest
of the time the guests would stay in their quarters near the backside
of the house and dad would stay in his private room- the one that
he always stayed in while a guest was here, the rest of the time he
sleeps in mom's room. Dad's private bedroom was adjacent to the
private guest quarters with an interior door that connected to the
two guest rooms-- this was too make sure that everything stayed
top-secret, as dad put it.
"You did this with Robert?" I asked astonished. As soon as I
imagined Robert, 14 years old naked with a boner, my dick throbbed
something fierce-- I swear Mikey had to feel it throb when it was in
his hand.
"No, no, I saw him do it?"
"How?" I asked.
"I spied on him."
Mikey wouldn't elaborate any more about that then, but
Mikey knew something I didn't know back then, something he
wouldn't really reveal to me for several more years and that is that
dad had cleverly concealed spy-holes through the entire house.
Mikey had apparently found a spy-hole that allowed you to see into
the private guest bedroom, where he had spied on Robert jacking
off, and that's how he learned to do it.
"That feels good," he said, "Squeeze it a little harder," he added.
We continued to jack each other for a couple of minutes and
then Mike let go of my dick, but I kept stroking his-- I just loved
the feel of it in my hand and I didn't want to let go.
"I love you Mikey," I said.
"I love you too Dougie," he said.
"Hey?" he added.
I looked up briefly flashing my eyes away from his dick and
than back again.
"You want to kiss it?" he asked.
That kind of surprised me but what surprised me more is I
didn't hesitate to get down on both of my knees and start kissing
his dick head, like I was kissing my baby brother's forehead, over
and over again, kind of like a game.
"No-no, not like that; press your lips around the tip, and kind
of suck on it a little bit."
I wasn't sure what he meant but I sure was eager to try. I
pushed my puckered up lips against Mikey's dick head and then
tried to suck, but apparently this wasn't what Mikey meant either.
"No, no, here get up," he said.
I stood up and Mikey got down on one knee, and opened his
mouth, and then closed his lips around my dick head and started to
suck and rub his tongue against it.
"Oh my God!" I said, "That feels good-- and it looks so sexy
when you do that!" I said out loud.
Mikey looked up at me putting his index finger to hip lips,
"Shhhhhh," he said.
He then wrapped his lips around my dick again but this time,
he put my dick all the way into his mouth, and started stroking my
dick again like he was before but this time with his lips.
He was sucking hard, and rubbing his tongue on the underside
of my bone, boned harder than ever, and I leaned my head back and
gasped it felt so good.
"Ahhhhh, " I gasped.
Mikey stood up. "Feels good hu?" he said.
"Where'd you learn to do that?" I asked astonished.
"I saw Robert do it." he said.
"Robert was sucking his own dick" I asked.
"No, no, silly, he was doing it to someone else?"
"Who?"
"Another guy," Mikey said.
"Where?"
"Out back, in the tool shed," he said, "That's where I spied on
them."
I found out years later that Mikey lied about that-- it turns
out he wanted all the spy holes to himself and didn't want any
competition-- he had just discovered them and also he was afraid I
might spill the beans trying to run around spying on the guests and
ruin all his fun.
"Who was the other guy?" I asked.
"I think it was a friend of dads," he said.
"It was a man!"
"Yea, it was a man," he said, looking like he wanted to change
the subject but for me this was electricity-- just to imagine sucking
on a man's cock, cooked my gizzard with warm electricity-- just
imagining it.
"How old was he?"
"Who? The man?"
"Yea," I said.
"About dad's age."
My dick twitched several times at hearing that. I wondered
who it was, "Anyone we know?"
"No-- no one we know-- one of dad's secret friends."
He refused to elaborate any more, but what he told me was
enough, that info was like a crazy aphrodisiac making me drunk
with lust.
"Try it on me now," he said.
I got down on my knees, and I put my mouth around Mikey's
erection and then closed my lips around it and sucked. I went all
the way down on his dick which was no problem, like I said, even
though Mike was eleven and quite a bit taller than me and bigger
every other way-- our dicks were actually almost the same size
when erect.
At first I just sucked on his dick in one spot and then he told
me to go up and down on it-- I had forgotten that part-- so I did
that.
"Ahhh, yea," Mikey said. "Use your tongue too, like I did."
'Oh yea I forgot that part too,' I thought to myself.
I pressed my tongue up tight against the flesh underside of my
older brother's bone while I sucked moving my lips back and forth
on it. The faster I went the more Mikey groaned, and the more
Mikey groaned the faster I went. I couldn't help it, it was like
instinct.
I was really getting into it. Bumping my nose against
Mikey's bare abdomen; since he was holding his PJ top up with one
hand to expose the naked flesh.
I went on for some time and then took a little breather, since I
discovered it was a little hard to breath while your sucking
someone's dick. Just as I took that breather, Mike took that
opportunity to take it to the next level.
"Stand up," he said.
I stood up.
"Turn around, let me look at your butt."
I turned around, a little confused at first, but when Mikey
started lightly grazing the flesh on my ass with his fingers it really
started turning me on.
"I really like your butt Dougie," he said as he parted my ass-
cheeks. For some reason, when I felt my older brother pull my
cheeks apart, and the air touch my butt-hole, it almost sent me into
lusty oblivion.
The next thing he said I totally didn't expect, but at the same
time its as if I had expected it, hoped for it, eagerly awaited it.
"Can I put my dick in your butt? Please?" Mikey asked with
such politeness I felt an instantaneous flash of heat through my
groin and simultaneously a wave of pure love for my brother.
"Okay," I said.
Mike went to the bathtub and grabbed some of the bath oil
that rested on the bowl. He put some on his boner, and a little on
his fingers and then came back to where I was standing.
"Bend over," he said.
I bent over and two of his fingers felt their way inside of the
cleft of my buns and found my hole, and spread oil on it. Just for a
moment, a couple of times he penetrated the hole with his finger,
ever-so-lightly and I was astonished how good that felt.
"Oh, do that again," I said.
"What this?" Mike asked as he stuck his finger part way in my
hole and held it there.
"Yes, yes, " I whispered yelled if you can do such a thing.
Mikey then pushed his finger in further.
"Oh yes yes,"
He pulled it in and out a few times and then asked me if I
was ready. I said I was.
He grabbed me by my waist, and pressed his dick head up
against me but it didn't find the hole-- it was a little off-- Mikey
started to press in, kind of pushing me off balance-- this was an
awkward position.
"Better grab your ankles," Mikey said.
"Good idea," I said.
I grabbed my ankles, and Mikey backed up about a foot. I
knew he was trying to see where my hole was. I instinctively
spread my butt cheeks apart real wide so Mikey could see the hole
without letting go of my hips.
Then, he kind of pulled me backwards by the hips up against
his cock head, as soon as I felt it touch my hole I said, "There, that's
it-- right there."
And then he pushed his dick into my butt-- slid it all the way
in. It didn't hurt at all. In fact, it felt really good. For some
reason I can't explain, I instantly loved the feel of a dick in my
butt.
Mikey started stroking his cock with my body, moving me
back and forth with his hands on my hips-- jaking his dick off with
my body-- it was hot as hell. Every so often he would hold it still
and it felt like it momentarily disappeared inside of me-- a few
seconds of it being still and I could no longer feel it inside me even
though I knew it was still there-- but as soon as he'd move it again,
it was like magic-- sending all kinds of crazy good feelings tingling
everywhere in my body radiating outwards from my groin and inside
of me.
"This is called butt-fucking," Mikey whispered to me as he
started to pick up a good rhythm. At the same time he reached
around to my front and started jacking my still boned up dick as he
gently fucked me, and then picked up speed until he was fucking
real hard and fast.
I started panting because something was happening down in
my groin. That good feeling that starts in your dick when you play
with your boner was getting gooder and gooder. Suddenly it got
great and kept building, suddenly I felt like I was going to go pee
and explode at the same time.
Mikey felt my whole body spasm several times as I
experienced my first orgasm; a dry cum-- I was only six-- but
something apparently Mikey had already been experiencing for
about a month since first learning it from Robert & Man.
Mikey kept fucking me, and I guess 'cause I was younger , I
orgasmd faster, quicker, and orgasmed two more times until Mikey
finally had his own dry cum.
Afterwards, when we'd caught our breath Mikey asked me
how I liked it.
"Heaven," I said, "Couldn't be any better than this."
The Loft
by
Danny The Witch
"Riding on The City of New Orleans,
Illinois Central Monday morning rail,
There's fifteen cars and fifteen restless riders,
Three conductors, and twenty five sacks of mail..."
-The City of New Orleans (Arlo Guthrie)
"...And the three men I admired most,
The Father, Son, and Holy Ghost,
Caught the last train for the coast,
The day the music died..."
-Miss American Pie (Don McClain)
Hello. My name is Douglass, and I was born on October 29,
1929, otherwise known as 'Black Friday'; the day the New York
Stock Exchange crashed, plummeting the nation into bleak and
desperate times known as The Great Depression. People lost
fortunes over night; banks across the country, with millions of
account holders, folded and declared bankruptcy. Folks who didn't
even play the Stock Market game, lost all their savings; money they
worked damn hard for, for every dollar saved, forever lost- People's
life savings-- ordinary people-- ordinary Joe's, as we used to call
them.
And then there was the unemployment. All kinds of jobs in
all kinds of industries, either went bankrupt or cut their production
dramatically in order to prevent going under and Belly-Up; millions
of people were suddenly laid off; fathers of little boys and girls that
depended on them for their livelihood-- Dad's who worked hard to a
get job when they were young and worked even harder to raise up
the company ranks to finally make a decent enough wage to get
married and support a family; laid off-- you're fired, go home.
And this was happening everywhere; people lost good jobs and
desperately looked to find other jobs; less good-- that paid less;
anything; but anything was very hard to find.
And things just got worse, and worse. The Great Depression
would probably have put an end to the little experiment in freedom
called America, barely before she was old enough to come of age.
Even ten years later in '39, where I intend to open up this story,
things were still bad-- It took another world war, to finally change
things around.
So, as you can imagine, when folks learned my birthday-- they
had very mixed feelings. Some folks said I was the devil; other's
just thought I was a symbol of very bad luck. Actually, to my dad,
I was a portent of very good luck-- the best kind actually.
Now, let me tell you about my dad. I love my dad. Not
everyone does though. In fact, lots of folks have very mixed feelings
about my dad-- even more mixed than myself. He gets a lot of
respect though.
My dad is a genius. Pure and simple-- I've never ever met
anyone as smart as my dad, and now I'm pushing 75 years of age as
I write this; I'm pretty old now, and I've met a lot of people; but
none of them were as smart as my dad.
Back before I was born, even before my older brother Mike
was born, my dad got a job in The Exchange-- he was a young go
getter back then and before too long, a few short years, he had
managed to wheel and deal and scheme and kanive his way into an
awesome job making tons of money. He got married, and had his
first child (my brother Mikey), and then my mom got pregnant with
me. My dad bought a huge house and life was great.
That was until the day my mom went into delivery with me--
They called it The Crash; because it was more than just the crash of
the stock market-- it was the crash of the whole country. It was a
horrible day for many people; and more horrible days to come for
others. Black Friday, holds a record, that, as far as I know is still
true to this day-- more people committed suicide on that day than
any other one particular day in U.S. history.
It was THAT bad! BUT, it wasn't really a very bad day for
my dad-- my dad, who was already a millionaire, became a multi-
millionaire on that day, and over the next decade because of heave
deflation (meaning things got less and less expensive over time); one
dollar would end up buying you four times as much stuff, a decade
later in '39! So my dad's multi-millions would increase in worth
and value just sitting in a suit case under the bed or buried in the
back yard-- Deflation paid more interest than banks or loans
would, and deflation was also more reliable.
Of course, I'm talking financially; financially speaking, Black
Friday was the best day my dad ever had; other-wise speaking
though; it wasn't such a great day for my dad.
Now, you might be wondering, how in the hell did my dad not
only avoid going totally bust on October 29th, but even managed to
capitalize on it. The answer to that question is easy; like I said my
dad is a genius.
On the day I was born, my dad was arrested, for insider
trading; which basically means that my dad had an inside tip that
everything was about to go really really bad-- horribly bad; and my
dad dumped all of his stock as a direct result of that inside tip;
which happens to be against the law. Not only did he sell
everything he had in the market but he dumped ALL the stock he
had-- everything his investors gave him. He dumped all of it and he
didn't even consult with any of his investors-- He just did it!
Which means, not only did my dad save his own ass-- but he saved
the asses of quite a few rich and powerful men, men who didn't
even know their asses had been saved yet-- men who would no
doubt become even more rich and more powerful in days to come,
while other rich and powerful men would ween away into oblivion
like an early morning fog just after sunrise.
This turned out to be a very big asset on my dad's side, this
means that a lot of rich and powerful men owed my dad one, as we
used to say, and Big Time!! Tit for tat-- and these men were more
than exuberantly happy to come to my dad's rescue after his arrest.
No charges were ever filed; the Feds offered my dad a deal;
the deal was they'd drop the charges of insider trading if my dad
agreed to join the military. He didn't actually have to join the
army, he was offered a civilian job working for the military. The
job was for the office of the O.S.S. and it paid really well. While
most other dad's would soon be working 10 or 11 yours a day for
totally shit pay, my dad would have a high paying job during the
worst of the depression; it was a guaranteed job also-- which meant
they couldn't fire him.
You might want to ask something like; 'What kind of a plea
bargain was that?'
Well, most of you people wouldn't take the job; you'd rather
do your jail time. When I told you that he couldn't be fired that
was only a half-truth; the whole truth is he couldn't quit either; my
dad was now working for military intelligence. They apparently
thought he was that smart, and he was.
Like I said, my dad was a genius; the smartest man I ever
knew.
The Main offices of the O.S.S. were located in New Orleans.
We moved to Chicago, and my dad would take the train into New
Orleans about once a month, the rest of the time he lived with us--
it was almost like dad didn't have a job at all most of the time.
My dad was a great manipulator. Once my dad put his mind
to something, he almost always, always, got what he wanted, and
got away with it. Maybe not right away, but eventually. He was
successful because he knew how to manipulate people, and most of
his targets never even saw it coming, until it was too late.
It may sound weird to you, like this isn't such a great
character trait. I'm not one to judge. To me, my dad was a good
person; others might disagree with that statement but I don't think
that being a wheeler and dealer and schemer, and manipulator of
people makes you a bad person-- It's how you use that power, I
guess that would determine if you were a good or bad person.
And, mostly I think, my dad tried to make things right, when
he saw something that wasn't right-- like somebody doing
something that wasn't right and getting away with it. Once my
dad saw something like that and set his mind to making that
situation right; that guy or whoever it was, was about to find
himself in a bunch of manipulative shit. My dad was the best; he
was a pro-- he worked for intelligence!! He was James Bond, while
James Bond was still sucking his thumb.
Its funny because a lot of other people's dads might see stuff
that isn't right too; and they would react, like an immediate
reaction to confront the situation dramatically and hostilely; and
sometimes that worked but often times all of that drama really
never accomplishes anything. Other times, it could defiantly get
you and your whole family into a lot of trouble-- maybe even killed.
Best to put your mind around it first, my dad would tell me.
Cool down, give it thought. So that's what my dad would do, and
that meant sometimes, it would seem that even though my dad was
aware of a really lousy situation, it would seem he didn't even care,
but really he did and he was biting his time, getting his mind
around it; scheming, until he formed a plan-- and my dad's plans
almost never failed. And in the end, he felt he made something
wrong more right even though it was always unconventional.
And my dad loved me; he loved me to death. He loved all of
us, all three of his boys-- me, my older brother Mike, and later, my
younger brother Ed. He loved us so much, and we loved him just as
much, and we also loved each other; and of course mom too.
So, enough with introductions; let me start the story now. It
all begins, like I told you back in '39 when I was ten and my
brother Mikey was 14 and my other brother Ed was six...
We were still living in Chicago in the big house-- as we called
it-- it was like a mansion. We didn't have any maids or helpers
though because of all my dads top-secret stuff going on.
On this particular day, we were all on Christmas vacation.
Every December, our private school let out for a whole month. I
had just turned ten a little over a month earlier and Mikey just had
his 14th birthday just before Vacation started. Our younger brother
Ed, was six and a half.
Mom had gone out for the day and pretty much trusted Mike
to watch over me and Ed-- I guess mostly Ed, but OFFICIALLY
he was supposed to be watching both of us.
We were all in my room, goofing around-- that was our term
for sex-play back then.
After that day in the bathroom Mike and I goofed around a
lot-- Most of the time we were just ordinary boys-- the whole family
was-- but, when we were alone in the house we would goof around,
which mostly comprised of me sucking Mikey's cock and letting him
butt-fuck me. I loved it, and couldn't get enough of it. And the
weird thing about it is as Mikey got older and started maturing and
looking more like a man-- the more I wanted, needed his cock in all
my holes. As Mikey entered puberty, I was like a dog in heat, and
wanted it all the time.
I still remember the first time Mikey came. He didn't even
warn me-- I had no idea what cum was. I was sucking his cock and
Mikey was really excited and the next thing he says is 'It's going to
shoot out Dougie'
I had no idea what he was talking about but a moment later,
he pulled his dick out of my lips, I opened my mouth to say, 'Hey'
when a stream of liquid went into my mouth in a squirt, and then
another squirt. I closed my lips for a second to taste it, and Mikey
squirted three more times, on my chin, and cheeks.
Ed was in the room with us, naked as usual. He loved to
watch Mikey and I goof with each other. We had started goofing
with him a few months earlier when we decided to let him see what
Mike and I had always done in private. He loved it. Now when
we wanted to goof, as soon as we closed the door, Ed would have
all his clothes off, with his little boner stiff as a rod-- about an
inch and half long.
Ed really didn't like goofing too much, he liked to watch me
& mike mostly. He didn't even like us touching his dick or
anything. He let Mikey and I jack him off in the beginning when
we were teaching him about orgasms but as soon as he figured out
how to do for himself, he really didn't like us trying to touch it. He
would just play with it himself.
We got him to stroke our cocks a few times in the start, and
then he didn't want to do that either. It was weird because he was
always excited to goof with us-- but pretty much just liked to
watch while he masturbated himself-- it was the cutest thing in the
world to watch him jack himself; precious.
Ed however, was a real lover, he loved to get naked when he
was alone with either me or my brother. Often he'd sneak into our
beds late at night, either to my room or Mikey's. He'd get under the
covers with me and then wake me up and he would want me to take
my clothes off so he could sleep naked with me. He loved rubbing
his naked body against my naked body, and his most favorite thing
was to get on top of me while I was laying on my back and rub his bone
on my bone, and rub it on my stomach and stuff. Eventually he'd
get himself off rubbing his dick up against my body, and then fall
asleep, wrapping his arms and body around me. Mikey never did
that with me, and it made it kind of a real special thing that just
Ed liked to do.
He also did it with Mikey, but when Mikey was alone with
Ed he'd always try to get Ed to suck his dick, and Mikey just
wasn't into that. So, he comes to my room more often than Ed but
he loves both of us just as much.
So, Ed is in the room with us naked, jacking himself as he
watched me suck Mike's cock. When Mike pulled it out of my
mouth and Ed saw the cum shoot out of Mike's dick, his eyes got as
wide as silver dollars, and his neck got totally erect like he thought
Mikey got hurt or something.
We reassured him that Mikey was okay. I was a little shaken
myself, but after Mikey explained it was all normal, I was okay
with it-- in fact, I became quite a cum lover, much preferring to
goof around with Mike than with little Ed-- mostly because Mikey
could cum!!
So, here we are in my room, and my mom's gone for the day,
and we're all kind of goofing around. On this particular day we
were both kind of focusing our attention on little Ed to see what it
is he DID like to do. It turns out, he actually liked getting his
little bone sucked by me. This was the first we knew of it. He even
let Mikey do it.
Wow-- It looks like Ed's a little version of Mikey-- Maybe Ed
would prefer to fuck me too-- no no, still too young. We already
knew he didn't want to be fucked, Mikey talked Ed into letting
him try once but as soon as he'd feel Mike's dickhead on his butt-
hole, he would say stop and change his mind. We didn't mind-- its
just that-- we really didn't know what he was into and we were
eager to find out.
So, just for the hell of it, I lowered my head into Ed's lap, and
just started licking his dick and I expected he would laugh and
push my head away-- for doing something so gross-- BUT, the little
bugger actually grabbed my head with both hands and pushed my
mouth all the way down on him.
What a little bugger. He must have seem Mikey do that with
me.
Mikey tried it to, and Ed let him suck him off for awhile, but then Ed
wanted me to do it some more.
Suddenly Mike said, "You watch him for awhile, I got to go
do something."
"Hu?" I asked.
"It's almost twelve-- I got to go do something," he repeated.
"What?" I asked.
"Yea what?" little Ed asked mockingly.
"Nothing-- just something," Mike said mysteriously.
"How long?" I asked.
"I don't know-- a half hour-- that's it-- just keep him occupied
for half an hour."
I shruggingly agreed.
Mikey left the room is a hurry. After he left, I went back to
sucking Ed's little prick but since we were alone, he much preferred
to rub his body against mine. So we did that.
While the little guy was grinding his body into mine, I was
suddenly really really curious what Mikey had to go do-- It
suddenly seemed it had to do with the new guest that had just
arrived.
Mikey seemed particularly excited about this one-- I hadn't
even known we had a new guest when Mikey comes running up to
me all excited saying to me, "This is the youngest one yet-- he looks
like he's no older than twelve!"
He was all excited-- and I got him calmed down-- "Whose
only twelve?" I asked.
"Dad's new guest!"
This was a weird thing about Mikey, was that it seemed like
he always knew how old the new guests were and what they looked
like, before I was even aware we had a new guest. I had an
intuition that Mikey knew this because he was able to spy on the
guests somehow-- in a way he never told me.
The first time he told me he spied on a guest, I was six, and he
had said it was in the tool shed out back-- but as often as I snuck
to the shed when a guest was here-- nothing was ever going on at
the shed-- so after awhile I just forgot about it.
But, now that I thought about it, I realized that Mikey would
disappear a lot, when we had a particularly young guest staying
with us.
"Ed," I said.
"Hu, " Ed looked up. I had broken his reverie of masturbating
his little penis on my lower abdomen.
"Get dressed, quick-- "
"Why?" he asked, "Don't you like this?"
"Yes sweetheart-- I love it, actually, but, I think Mikey's up
to something and I want to find out."
Ed always loved a good adventure and was eager to help me
spy on Mikey, once I explained to him that's what I wanted to do.
In a flash we were both dressed, and on a hunch, I headed
towards the door that led to the stairs that lead down to the
basement where all the private rooms were.
When Ed and I got to the basement door, It was slightly ajar.
It was usually closed and locked and could only be opened from the
inside. Obviously, Mike had found a key for it. It was a large,
heavy wood door, and it was obvious that Mikey had tried to close
it behind him, but in his eagerness to do whatever he was doing, he
had neglected to make sure it latched.
"Come on Ed--" I said.
"We're not supposed to go in there," Ed said to me, all
innocent like-- it was precious.
"I won't tell, if you won't," I said.
Ed tried to analyze the logic of that which had his face all
contorted in thought for a few seconds-- Ed was so fucking cute-- I
fucking loved him to death. Then, as though a light suddenly
beamed inside his head-- he got this look on his face of
understanding.
"Okay?" I asked.
"Ready--" he said.
I opened the door, and we both squeezed past and into the
private area of the house. The cold cement stairs leading down into
the basement, sneered in front of us.
I looked at Ed, "Scared?"
You should have seen him stick his chest out like a comic book
hero-- like I said, Ed was precious-- you couldn't help but love him
to death.
So, down the stairs we went, real slow, and quiet. Ed was a
sport, he barely made a sound; courageous and quiet as a mouse. I
had a guess who was going to be the next secret agent in the family.
We went down the stairs, it was dark but not so dark you
couldn't see. I guess outside light was coming in from somewhere. We
got down to the bottom of the steps, Ed trailing right behind me--
he was super-- I never had to sush him once-- but I did have to turn
behind me every now and again to make eye contact with him. This
little one was brave, there was no doubt about it-- I kept falling
deeper in love with my younger brother the more character he
expressed.
When we got to the bottom, we had to make a right turn and
walk down this long hall. There were no windows down here since
it was the basement, except real high near the ceiling where there
was some sunlight coming in but not much.
The hallway made another turn, towards where the private
rooms were. About half way down there was a door, and then
further another door, which would be the smaller guest bedroom.
The first door was ajar. Ed and I tip-toed, totally quiet,
inside the room. It was a walk in closet-- pretty big. From the
looks of it, it was a closet shared by the two guest bedrooms,
because there were two doors inside of it.
We spotted Mikey right off; his back facing us. He had his
pants and underpants pulled down to his ankles, and was beating
his meat pretty hard. His face was plastered to the wall in front of
him.
I snuck up behind Mike and whispered, "Boo" and tapped him
on the shoulder.
He didn't yell, but he jumped almost three inches.
"Shit-- Don't ever do that!" he said.
Ed laughed out loud, and Mikey said, "Shhhhhhhhhh," he'll
hear you.
Ed stopped right away.
"Who?" I asked, "Who will hear us?"
That's when Mikey pointed to a spy hole in the wall that he
had been looking through. I bent over and looked, and I saw into
the guest bedroom. Lying on the bed, naked, was a red-haired,
freckled faced boy. Mikey was right-- he looked 12. He had short
hair, and was just a cute as a button. Cuter than Mikey but
younger.
"He's cute," I whispered.
"Cuter than me?" Mike asked, which I have to admit was very
cute itself.
"Cuter-- but your sexier," I said.
Really, they were both cute in their own different way. Mike
was older, and sexier to me, although this kid on the bed, kind of
turned me on because he was older than me. Mike had blond short
hair-- we both did. Ed was the exception with his jet black hair,
which he must have gotten from mom who had dark hair.
I knelt watching through the hole again, and the guest was
laying on his back, masturbating himself. I couldn't see any pubic
hair on him-- like Mikey had started to grow some. I found pubic
hair a big turn on. But, the boy's muscles were much more defined
than mine was-- more like Mikey that way-- he was turning me on
a little bit, watching him slowly jack himself-- he looked more like he
was just keeping himself aroused rather than trying to jack himself
to orgasm.
Suddenly Mikey pulled me away from the hole.
"Hey--" I whispered.
"I want to see," Ed spoke up.
Mike showed us that there were three other holes along the
wall. They were all kind of low on the wall so Ed had no problem
looking through one, although I felt more comfortable getting on my
knees.
We all watched as the twelve year old slowly jacked his dick.
"Hey, " Ed whispered, "He's goofing himself!"
"Yea squirt," Mike said, "You should goof yourself too."
And without a further word of encouragement, Ed has his
pants and underpants down, and I followed suit. All three of us
watching a live peep show of a red headed 12 year old.
When I looked back through the hole the boy had rolled over
on to his stomach, and was kind of rubbing himself on the mattress.
"Cute ass hu?" Mikey whispered.
"I guess so," I said.
"Sure would love to fuck that cute ass," Mikey said.
"What about me?" I asked feeling a little jealous. "Don't you
like my ass?"
"I love your ass-- its just that-- his is so cute," Mike responded.
I had to admit, although I had no desire to fuck this boy--
When I imagined my older brother fucking him, my dick twitched a
couple of times, I didn't know why. I remembered suddenly that
time it seemed little Ed was going to let Mikey fuck him in the
butt, I was eager and harder than hell to watch. I was actually
disappointed when it didn't happen. Now when I imagined Mikey
fucking this boy, my dick just kept twitching.
"Hey-- I think that door leads to his room, why don't you go in
three and ask him if he'll let you fuck him?" I suggested.
"Are you kidding?" Mikey responded.
"No--," I said. "I want to see you do it." he said. "Ed, do you
want to see him do it?"
Ed nodded enthusiastically.
"I'd like to but I can't-- not now," Mike said.
"Why?" I said.
"Because-- the show's about to start-- it's already past twelve."
As though fate itself immediately responded to answer my
unvocalized curiosity to Mike's mysterious statement; suddenly the
door inside the room opened; the door that was shared with the
other guest bedroom.
I watched, enraptured, as two men entered the room, dressed
in robes. The boy on the bed, who I found out later was named
Anthony, immediately rolled over and sat up on the bed at
attention.
The two men closed the door behind them.
"They're really are two of you," Anthony said. "I thought Mr.
Moore was teasing me when he asked me if I wanted two at once."
"Do you want two at once?" One of the men asked, the older
one, who was about forty.
"Hell yea-- that's the bestest-- it doesn't happen very often!"
Anthony shouted.
"So, it's okay then?" the younger man asked who was about
thirty three or something I guess.
Anthony motioned the younger one over to the bed where he
was sitting. The man approached, and we all watched as Anthony
reached into the man's robe, and pulled out his cock which was
already hard and looked about seven inches long and huge-- the
biggest cock I'd ever seen in my life. Long and Thick.
My own dick didn't just twitch, it was actually spasming as I
watched this-- a series of twitches that I felt against my belly.
We watched as Anthony, with no hesitation, grabbed the
man's fat cock in his hand and then put it in his mouth and started
sucking. Anthony started making slurping noises and moaning
sounds--
Anthony stopped sucking for a moment to say, "Ahhh, I love a
man's cock in my mouth-- it's been too long. Anthony then
motioned the older man over. As soon as the other man approached,
he reached into that man's rob and pulled out his cock.
My eyes went wide-- this man's cock was even bigger than the
first man's, at least an inch and half longer-- I didn't even know
cocks could get that big. My groin was on fire, looking at these
men's cocks.
I watched as Anthony started sucking on the bigger cock,
making all kinds of really good moaning sounds. He switched back
and forth sucking one and then the other, holding one cock in each
hand, and every time he switched, he would say something sexy as
hell like, "Oh God, I love cock!! Got to have cock!! Got to have a
man's cock!!"
"Oh fucking shit this is hot," I whispered loudly.
"Shhhhh," Mikey said, and then added, quieter, "Pretty
fucking hot hu?"
I had to agree. But a moment later I realized that my older
brother and me found it fucking hot from two opposite perceptions.
I didn't realize until just that moment the basic difference between
us.
Mikey said, "I would just love to have that cock sucker,
slurping on my dick-- look at him go!"
I probably should have taken offense to this since I thought I
sucked cock pretty good. I'd been doing it for almost three years but
at that moment, I suddenly realized this amazing fact that I was
telling you about-- a basic difference in character between my older
brother and I.
You see, Mikey was imagining himself being sucked off by the
red-headed boy. I imagined no such thing-- My dick was on fire
imagining me in the red-head boy's place-- sucking on these
beautiful, hairy, huge, man-cocks!!!!!
Even little Ed surprised the hell out of me, when he fucking
agreed with Mikey saying, "Yea Mike-- I'd like him to suck on mine
too-- he could suck all of us!"
That's when it hit me-- I was fundamentally different than
my two brothers in the sexuality department and I never really
realized it until now. I thought to myself, 'Jesus fucking Christ I'm
the only fucking one out of the three of us that feels this way"-- Ed
is more like Mikey than he is like me.
At the same time, although feeling different, I didn't feel
abnormal. I knew it was totally natural because I could tell that
the 12 year old red-head in the next room felt exactly like I did--
Me and him could be brothers!!
I continued to watch as the two men climbed up on the bed.
The older man told the younger, "You go first--"
Anthony got on his hands and knees and the older man got in
front of him, sticking his cock back in the boy's mouth-- Anthony
just slurping away. At one point, Anthony had to wipe what
looked like saliva or goober dripping down his chin-- which made
me jack myself quickly several times to ease my dick.
The younger man walked to a night stand and put some
lantern oil on his palm, and rubbed it all over his dick. He then got
behind Anthony, rubbing his dick around inside the cleft of his ass.
Anthony spread his butt-cheeks while never did he stop
sucking the other man's cock. He looked as excited with that cock
in his mouth, as an infant sucking on a pacifier. I could totally
relate. Suddenly Anthony groaned loudly, and with one hand making
an aok sign and the man entered into the young boy's hole.
My own dick swelled suddenly like I was going to orgasm
when I saw that fat man-cock disappear inside of Anthony's
hairless ass.
"Oh fuck!! I said, as I felt the convulsions spasm throughout
my whole lower belly.
"Shhhhh," Mikey said.
We all watched as the younger guy with the huge but smaller
dick by comparison, pulled his cock out of the boy's ass and shot his
cum all over the boy's back.
The older man, immediately flipped the boy over onto his back,
and quickly moved into position. He reached under the boy and
smeared the cum from the first guy on his dick and fucking put his
huge cock all the way in the boy.
The boy let out a long moan, and then the older man started
fucking him in the same position I imagined between a boy and a
girl.
The other man watched and said, "Yea-- fuck his tight ass"
The older man asked Anthony, "You like this don't you?"
"Oh yes, oh yes, fuck me."
"You need this don't you."
"Need it, yes, fuck me, fuck me good."
The older man fucked the kid's brains out as he kept thrashing
his head around and his now sweaty red locks which made me
fucking hot again, and I had another orgasm and I wasn't even
playing with it.
The man pulled his cock out and scooted up so his dick was
over the boy's face, and jacked himself feverishly until gobs of white
cum shot out hitting the boy square on the nose. The boy
instinctively opened his mouth wide as a couple more shots went
directly into his mouth. The boy then licked his nose to get some
more of the cum from off of his face, and I had a third orgasm--
which was the first time I think that had happened since the first
time Mikey fucked me when I was six.
The men thanked the boy exuberantly and said they hoped to
meet him again soon, quickly got dressed and left.
"Come on," Mikey said, "the show's over."
We all followed Mikey out of the basement. When we
returned through the main door at the top of the steps I was the
last one out.
Mikey turned behind me and said, "Make sure you latch the
door."
"Alright, " I said.
But I intentionally left the door just ever so lightly ajar.
Then we all returned to my room.
When we all got into my room I said, "Okay you two, leave me
alone for a bit, I'm sleepy and I want to take a nap. Come on, I
want to sleep."
Now, this is one thing we all respect around here is each
other's privacy, if one of us wants to be alone for a while, we all
respect that. Little Ed might sneak into my room in the middle of
the night but not when Mikey is watching him.
"Ahhh Dougie-- Come on," Ed whined.
"Come on Ed," Mikey said glancing back at me, "Dougie kind
of wore himself out with that hot scene-- let's leave him alone," and
the two of them trotted out of my room.
"Close the door please," I said.
Mikey closed the door behind them.
Two minutes later I jumped out of bed and opened the door
just a tad taking a peek into the hall. More than likely Mike and
Ed were in Mike's room which was around the corner in the
opposite direction.
I looked to make sure the coast was clear, and then entered
the hallway. I closed my door behind me, and ran as quietly as I
could back towards the cellar door.
When I got there I was so pleased with myself with my
cunning. The door was still ajar and I quickly went inside and
closed and latched the door behind me.
If Mikey had a key, he'd be able to follow me, but then again,
maybe he didn't have the key.
I ran down the steps, and then sped down the hall towards
that closet door.
It was closed and latched.
"Please be unlocked," I whispered to my unnamed god that I
whisper to when I'm in a pleading like state.
Once again, my unnamed god did not let me down.
"Thank You," I whispered. It's very important to never forget
to say thank-you when the spirits give you aid.
I went inside the closet and shut the door behind me. I
realized their was a latch and I latched the door locked behind me.
I then practically lept towards the spy hole and peeked inside
Anthony's room.
Anthony was still naked. He was belly down on the bed,
with his well-used ass kind of sticking up as he slept. His butt-
cheeks were slightly parted, and I was amazed that his butt hole
looked about four sizes bigger than what you would expect.
I walked over to the door that I was sure lead into his room.
I reached for the door handle, took a deep breath, and started to
turn it.
I couldn't stop myself from what I was going to do next. I
didn't even think about it. I was on auto-pilot. In fact, I forced
all thoughts out of my mind. I had to do this, whatever happened
would happen, I didn't want to think about it and fuck it up. I
was running on instinct. I couldn't have stopped myself if I'd
wanted to.
I turned the knob and quietly opened the door.
When I entered into Anthony's room, Anthony immediately
sat up on the bed, surprised.
When he saw I was another boy, he looked curious.
"Hi," he said, "I thought you were early."
"Hu?" I said.
"My name is Anthony, what's yours?"
I walked over to the bed and shook the red-head's hand
saying, "Douglass."
"Well Douglass, please forgive my attire, I wasn't expecting
you. Do you want, for me to put on my robe?"
"No- no that's okay-- I've already seen you naked!"
After a moment's thought Anthony said, "Oh-- you were
watching?"
"Um, yea," I said.
"And you saw the two men?"
I nodded.
"What did you think?"
"Um, I liked it, do you think you could do that to me?"
"You want me to suck your dick?" Anthony asked
incredulously.
"No--" I said stammering.
"How old are you?" Anthony asked.
"I'm ten-- just turned, " I said proudly.
"You're just a little boy," he said.
"How old are you?" I asked.
"Twelve," he said.
"Well-- I'm not much younger than you," I said.
Anthony agreed.
"Can I?"
"Can you what?" he asked.
"Can I suck on yours?"
"If you want," Anthony said.
I didn't need any more permission. I bent over and practically
gobbled up his soft cock, taking it into my mouth with youthful
excitement.
After a couple minutes I got it semi-hard but I could tell
intuitively that Anthony wasn't really getting off on this and I
think I understood why-- he was like me.
"You, you like sucking more than getting sucked hu?" I asked.
"How'd you know?"
"I could see how much you enjoyed sucking those men. That
got me really hot."
"It was really hot-- I'm man crazy-- Got to have their big
cocks!" he said innocently and then suddenly got embarrassed
blushing slightly.
"Me too," I said.
Suddenly Anthony's eyes went wide. "You want a man's
cock!"
"I was a little jealous," I admitted, "When I saw that you had
those two men all to yourself-- I wanted to bust right in through
the wall."
"I um-- I have an idea, but-- Have you ever been fucked?"
Anthony said.
"Yes,"
"And you like it?" he asked.
"If the guy's older than me," I said.
Anthony continued, "There's some guy's coming, at two
o'clock. They want to do the same thing the last two did. They
don't know who I am-- they've never met me. "
"I don't understand," I said.
"I could hide in the closet," Anthony said.
I furrowed my brow in thought-- I was excited. Anthony was
making a suggestion, and I just wasn't comprehending it-- I didn't
want to ask too many questions. Suddenly I think I understood
what he was suggesting.
I said, "You mean-- you hide in the closet, and they'll think
I'm you-- and I can suck their cocks and get fucked by them."
"Have you ever had a man's cock in your ass?"
"My older brother is fourteen-- It's pretty big."
"So, you want to do it?"
"Hell yea, " I said. Like I said, I couldn't have said no if I'd
wanted to.
"Okay, " Anthony said, "Take all your clothes off."
I did.
"Now, go into the toilet and go poo-- even if you don't think
you have to go-- push it all out, whatever you can-- then use the
washcloths to clean yourself really really good."
"Okay," I said.
I walked towards the bathroom.
"Hurry, It's 1:45, they could be early."
I did all that, and it only took me like about ten minutes.
Now, lay on the bed, and jack yourself slowly thinking about
the men that are coming-- and keep it hard, so that when they get
here-- they'll see your boner and will be encouraged by it.
"Okay, " I said.
Anthony grabbed my clothes and headed towards the closet--
He opened the door and then turned back towards me, "Good luck, "
he said.
I nodded excitedly. "Thanks Anthony,"
Then he closed the door behind him.
I lay on the bed and got really excited playing with myself. I
had no fear of the men that were coming-- I could hardly believe
this was about to happen. I was hot. I was even hotter that I
knew Anthony would be watching my first time-- He'd be my
witness that I enjoyed it or not.
I got my little boner real real hard, and then I heard the other
door open, and two men entered the room.
One was about forty, and the other man was young-- about
nineteen or twenty I'd say."
I sat up, my little heart was excited and racing. 'What the
hell am I doing,' I thought to myself.
After the two got inside the room they looked at me and
stopped dead in their tracks.
The older one said, "You look younger than twelve."
"Actually I'm ten," I said, and resisted the urge to say
anything further.
"Hot Damn," the younger one said.
I motioned them towards the bed. "My name is, uh, my name
is Anthony."
"Pleased to meet you," the older one said, "Mr. Moore has told
us all about you. I'm Joe, and this is my son Pete."
I looked at Pete, "Nice to meet you."
We were all silent for several moments and then I remembered
what Anthony did. Both of the men were wearing robes as before--
but I thought these two were even sexier. It took some bravery to
make my arm move, but I reached inside of Pete's robe and felt
around, and was excited when I wrapped my hand around a totally
erect man cock. Instantly my little pecker throbbed and jerked.
I pulled his cock out, and simultaneously Pete dropped his
robe.
I stared at it for a moment, amazed at it's size and girth-- a
typical man cock-- huge!! I love it!! It was about seven and a half
inches long, and with one hand still holding onto it, I put it in my
mouth and sucked on the head.
"Oh fucking holy Christ," Pete said to his father, "Is that the
fucking sexiest fucking thing you've ever seen in your life!"
Joe could hardly disrobe fast enough, and a moment later he
had his about six and half inch cock bumping me into my chin. I
grabbed hold of Joe's cock with my other hand, and then switched
over to Joe's cock, who immediately grabbed the back of my head
but he didn't push, he let me suck and didn't try to force me.
Then I switched back and forth and I couldn't believe I was
sucking full grown, huge, hairy erect dicks-- I felt so proud.
After I realized that both of these men were really nice and I
got a clear sense that neither one was going to force me to do
anything no matter how excited they got-- I relaxed quite bit and
was able to go down on both of them over half way down before
their giant cock heads pushed up against my throat, which is all I
felt comfortable with.
I even tried sucking both at the same time, and they both
laughed when I tried-- my little mouth just couldn't do it-- as soon
as I managed to squeeze the second dick head into my mouth, the
other dick head would just pop right out. I tried unsuccessfully to
keep both of them in my mouth, when Joe suggested that I keep
sucking Pete, there was another hole he could stick his cock into.
My eyebrows twitched. He wants to fuck me. Am I ready? I
thought about for a moment, remembering the vision of Anthony
flailing his head back and forth on the bed his sweaty hair going
this way and that way.
"Hell yea!!" I said.
"Mr. Moore was right about you-- you really do love this!"
Joe went and got the lamp oil, and then twisted me over onto
my back, and I never even stopped sucking Pete's huge cock. I
didn't want to-- I had real cock in my mouth-- a full sized, fully
matured cock, and I never wanted to stop sucking on it. I was as
reluctant to let go of his cock as a pre-schooler, falling to sleep, will
let you pull his thumb out of his mouth.
Joe lifted my legs up into the air and said, "Pete, hold his
ankles."Oh fuck Pete, you should take a look at his hole-- ten years
old-- holy fuck-- It's so beautiful. "
I felt Joe stick a greased up finger into my hole, and I got
goose bumps all over my flesh and my body involuntarily writhed
momentarily.
"And tight-- Pete, he's tighter than any pussy you'll finger!"
"He 'aint no virgin though, I can tell he's been fucked and recently
but he is still amazingly tight."
I felt Joe press his cock-head up against my hole when I felt it
on the spot I moaned," Yes yes"
"Joe pressed his cock slowly until it popped, literally popped
into my ass. It only hurt a little-- not more than when Mikey fucks
me when I haven't had it for a while. Mikey's dick was more like a
man's now than a boy's-- it still wasn't as big as a man's but not
that much smaller-- Mikey was probably five inches and pretty
thick.
There was a little pain when Joe's cock-head popped inside
and the pain grew until it was more than I experienced before-- but
something amazing happened-- at the same time-- I swear, Joe's
cock-head started to swell once it got inside me, and the more it
swelled, I started to feel a pleasure I'd never felt before that quickly
overtook the pain. The pain was still there but the pleasure
cancelled it out.
"Feel good?" Joe asked me.
"Um hum," I said whilst still sucking off Pete who had this
dreamy look on his face, like he was half in and half out of reality.
Joe pushed in farther and momentarily there was a sharp pain
as he did but the pain subsided quickly when Joe started slowly
fucking me, even though he wasn't all the way in me.
Soon, Joe was fucking his cock all the way into my ass
saying,"Oh so tight, so tight Pete, like a hand gripping your cock."
Suddenly Joe quickly withdrew his dick from my rear cavity
which caused me to gasp-- it hurt just a little. I heard the sound of
loud pop as his dick head came out, and a moment later I heard Joe
moan, and warm liquid hitting my balls and dick.
"Oh Fuck man!" Pete said to his dad-- This kid sucks cock so
good I thought I was going to cum in his mouth before I'd have my
chance.
Pete got into position. I watched as he greased up his dick--
his dick was bigger, amazingly big-- I wondered if it was going to
hurt but I was amazed-- His dick eased its way all the way into my
butt.
"Hurt?" Pete asked.
"Nuh uh," I said, and it was true.
He started fucking me, and that feeling I was feeling before
with Joe got more intense, I felt like I was going to orgasm but
more intense than ever-- I wasn't even touching my dick.
Pete is fucking hard and fast but careful not to push his cock
in more than about half way because I wince with pain. Each time
Pete thrusts in, I get a wave of that pleasure, and then again when
he pulls out-- each time his swollen dick head passes over a certain
spot inside of me.
It was dizzying. Suddenly my dick felt like it was exploding.
It was like an orgasm but different-- it kept orgasming each time
Pete's cockhead passed over that spot.
"Fuck me faster," I said.
"Holy Christ, sure thing kid!" he said.
Little drops of fluid started leaking out of my piss-slit, and
each drop that came out sent waves of pleasure though my whole
body. As Pete fucked me faster, that spot got rubbed by his swollen
head with greater frequency, and the drops turned into a little
tiny stream of sticky gluey liquid coming out of my dick.
Suddenly, Pete pulled out, jacking himself in a fervor.
"Up up, " I motioned him up towards my face.
Pete straddled me, and I opened my mouth and pointed with
my finger-- he got it-- he pointed his cock at my mouth just in time
for him to squirt about six hot steams of warm man cum right into
my mouth.
After a moment to catch his breath Pete reaches down and
scoops up some of the fluid that leaked out of my dick and tastes it.
He then looked over at his dad and said, "Hot damn dad-- I made
the kid cum!!"
Joe responded, "I've heard about it-- I've never seen it before-- I
never saw a youngster this young getting fucked before. It's pure
prostate fluid. Happens to real little kids like ten years old or
younger when the get fucked by a man-- your cock's so big inside 'em
that it literally squeezes their button like a sponge, forcing prostate
fluid up out of their dick."
"No fucking way!" Pete said, "Kiddy cum!! I never would
have guessed."
Joe came over and patted my head, "Kiddy cum-- yea, just no
sperms."
Pete then did something I didn't expect, he pressed his mouth
up against mine, an stuck his tongue in my mouth. I pulled away
instinctively.
"You don't like?"
"Yea, I just, I wasn't expecting that-- do it again," I said.
"Wait, " Pete said. And I watched as he turned around and
put my dick into his mouth and lick the shaft as he slightly sucked.
He then returned his face to my mouth and kissed me, his tongue
suggesting I open my lips. When I opened my mouth, his tongue
went inside my mouth and I felt the liquid-- it was salty and tasted
just like Pete's cum.
He broke the kiss and said to me, "Just wanted you to have a
taste of yourself. Mr. Moore was right about you-- you couldn't
have been better.
After the men rested and got dressed, they said good-bye and
left. A moment later the door to the walk-in closet opened, and in
came Anthony, and behind him, my brothers Mikey and Ed, Mikey
and Ed clapping their hands in applause enthusiastically.
END PART I
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