Date: Wed, 20 Oct 1999 17:20:03 +0900 From: Andrej Koymasky <andrejkoymasky@geocities.com> Subject: The Male's House 01 ---------------------------- THE MALES' HOUSE by Andrej Koymasky (C) 1999 written on November 25, 1994 translated by the Author English text kindly revised by "williamjack" ----------------------------- USUAL DISCLAIMER "THE THE MALES' HOUSE" is a gay story, with some parts containing graphic scenes of sex between males. So, if in your land, religion, family, opinion and so on this is not good for you, it will be better not to read this story. But if you really want to read it, please be my welcomed guest. ---------------------------- CHAPTER 1 FIORE'S INITIATION Fiore is a countryside boy like many others. He attended the compulsory schools, since his parents respect traditions and laws, even if he did have to repeat the middle school courses for two years. He doesn't like mathematics nor geography. History is so so, if only the teachers didn't ask for all these dates and names, it would have even been amusing. Anyway, with God's help, he is over it all now, and he can work full time in the fields. He loves this work a lot more than the school benches... He did work in the fields some before he finished school, especially during the busy periods. He always liked the country life and this is not because he didn't know town life. His first of more than one experience with it was when he was thirteen, when he visited the home of an uncle working in a factory. There was too much confusion, noise, dirty air and bad water - how can people live there? Moreover, people don't greet you, don't smile - each one goes directly on his own way, and all always rush. You cannot even have friends in town. But he learned something interesting there, from his cousin Marco, two years older than him, on the second night that he was in his uncle's home. They had to sleep together, in the same bed, as his uncle's house, different from their country house, was very small. The second night he remembers very well. Marco, at a certain point, touches him between his legs, on his briefs. "What you doing?" Fiore asks, with amazement, "Why you touching me there?" "I just wanted to feel if yours is up. Mine is, feel it..." his cousin whispers. Fiore feels: "Yes. Mine gets hard too at times..." "And don't you beat it?" his cousin asks him, continuing to rummage in his briefs. "Beat it? Are you a fool? Why do I have to beat it?" His cousin is now aware that Fiore doesn't understand, that he still knows nothing about sex, so he decides to explain this to him. His hand is now around Fiore's member, and he fingers it. "It's hardening..." Marco says with a giggle. "Yeah." Fiore observes quietly. "Don't you like the way I touch you?" "It doesn't annoy me." the boy answers. When it is completely hard, Marco starts to move it up and down in his closed fist: "This is beating it." he explains, "and in a while you'll feel pleasure." "It's starting to feel good." Fiore murmurs. "Then, do it to me too, come on, so that we can both amuse ourselves." Marco invites him. So, Fiore beats off his cousin. After a while Fiore reaches his first orgasm, but only a few drops emerge. He pants. "That's a nice game! Who taught you?" "A friend." "You city boys, you all do it?" "Well, I think so. At least until you get a girlfriend, when you're older." After that they do it almost every night, having a handkerchief on hand so as not to wet the sheets, because, his cousin explains to him: "If adults become aware, they make a big fuss." "Eh, yeah, grown up people never understand our games, they think they are silly." Fiore knowingly replies. The next time that Fiore goes to town, as soon as he is in bed with his cousin, he at once touches him there. Marco at his turn touches him, and whispers in his cousin's ear: "Do you know, I learned a new game, even more amusing that this one." "Really? What's that? Will you teach me?" Fiore says, at once curious. "It's called the piston pump, or the blow job." "How's it done?" "You take it in your mouth and suck." "You take, what?" Fiore, who doesn't understand, asks. "The dick, silly boy!" Marco giggles. "But, how? You can't reach it with your mouth!" Fiore says, continuing to finger the now hard member of his cousin. "But... no! You suck mine and I suck yours!" "And... doesn't it taste like piss?" Fiore asks, making a grimace. "No no. It tastes like cream." "You did it with your friends?" Fiore asks with astonishment. "Sure, and it's great. Listen, I'll show you how it's done, then you can do it to me, agreed?" "Bah... yeah, OK." Fiore says, not really convinced. Then his cousin slips under their sheet. Fiore feels warm lips on his dick, then feels Marco slip it inside his mouth and start to really suck it, his head moving up and down. It's like beating it using the lips instead of the hands, Fiore thinks, but a lot better... "God, it's great, Marco!" the boy murmurs, at once succumbing to this new game. After a while his cousin emerges, hot: "Now you do it a while to me, then I'll do it again to you." Taking his turn, Fiore slips under the sheets and returns the favor. It is not bad at all, feeling in his mouth that warm and firm peg, and it doesn't taste at all like piss, but it is better being sucked. When Marco makes him stop, he tells him. "It's possible to do it at the same time, together, then it is called sixty-nine. Do you want to try?" "Sixty-nine? Why?" "If you write this number, it seems like two fellows doing a blowjob to each other." "Yeah, right!" giggles Fiore. "So are you game?" "Eh, why not?" They both turn on their side, their bodies folded in an L shape, so that each has his head in the lap of the other, and they start to suck each other. 'Oh yeah,' Fiore thinks, 'this way is great!' He feels Marco caressing his butt, so he does the same to his cousin. This too is rather agreeable. When Fiore feels he is near cumming, he tries to warn his cousin but does not have the time to. He is worried, afraid his cousin will be mad at him, but to his amazement he sees not only that Marco doesn't pull away, but he drinks all his skim. When he is finished, he says, completely amazed, "Fucking shit! You drank it all!" "Sure, it's tasty." "Tastyyy? And what does it taste like?" "Make me cumm, and taste it." Marco says pushing down Fiore's head into his lap. Fiore starts to suck his cousin again and thinks, 'I loved it while he was drinking mine, and he seemed pleased...' Marco starts to spurt inside Fiore's mouth, and the boy, willing himself to, sucks and swallows. It is warm, thick, like if it was zabaglione, but not so sweet. A little sour, agreeably sour, it tastes more like yogurt. Not bad at all... "So then?" Marco asks Fiore when he returns to lie at his side, wiping his mouth. "It tastes like yogurt... " Fiore says thoughtfully. "And, do you like yogurt?" Marco asks, giggling. "Well, yes... it's less sour than yogurt, creamier and warm." "So, do you like this new game?" "Yes, but I like the sixty-nine better than just the pump, the blow job. Beating it, I can do that when I'm alone, in the country. But not these games..." "So, take advantage of the time you are here with me, okay?" "Sure." The next morning, at breakfast, Fiore's aunt asks, "Would you like some yogurt, boys?" and the two cousins burst into laughter. The woman of course cannot understand the reason and shakes her head. "What silly boys! They laugh at the slightest thing!" she murmurs. The third time Fiore goes on vacation to town, there is a change. Marco doesn't feel like playing in bed any more. He now has a girlfriend, he grew up. He is sixteen now. Fiore is somewhat disappointed, but doesn't insist. Fiore is fourteen years old. He is sitting in a corner of the hay loft, where he climbed up to using the ladder. He lays down with his legs well spread, he opens his fly and is beating himself. It's a pity that Marco got a girlfriend, he thinks, recalling his last trip to town. He caresses his hairs around his dick - they are becoming thick, he notices with pride. He liked to play with his cousin, it's a pity that country boys don't know these games. The girls seem barely interested in the grown up boys. What do these boys find in girls? They don't even have a dick! He saw there, once, when his mother was bathing his little sister - what a shock! smooth and with a slit! He is proud of his dick, he likes it. And then, he also saw his elder brother's, once they were pissing in the fields, side by side. What a beam! Who knows if he too will get such a big tool, when he's older? He looks at it carefully - it is growing, anyway, he thinks with some pride. ----------------------------- CONTINUES IN CHAPTER 2 ----------------------------- In my home page I've put some of my stories. If someone wants to read them, the URL is http://www.geocities.com/~andrejkoymasky/ If you want to send me your feedback, send a e-mail to andrejkoymasky@geocities.com ---------------------------