Date: Fri, 09 Jul 1999 13:49:45 PDT
From: "J.O. Dickingson <authorsix@hotmail.com>
Subject: ST: "Paco's Story - 02" (t/t, t/b, incest)

Author's note: This is a true story involving sex between family members
and with minor boys as described to me, with only the names changed to
protect the identity of the members of the family.  It has been posted with
Paco's permission, and any comments will be forwarded to him unless
requested not to.  Your email address can be removed if you prefer.  Any
comments on this story can be sent to the author, J.O. Dickingson, at
authorsix@hotmail.com

			       PACO'S STORY
                                
			 CHAPTER TWO: ORAL LESSONS

     I lay there in the darkness that night, my mind on only one thing,
what had happened back at Pirates's Cove that afternoon.  How could I ever
forget that scene, the majesty, the mystery, and above all, the special
bonding between us six boys?  We had said nothing on the way back to the
summer house, and of course we said nothing while the adults were around.
Laying there now in the main room, I was as wide awake as if it was
morning.  How could I sleep?  How could anyone sleep after what they had
witnessed?  I rolled over and closed my eyes, but it was of no use.  I
cautiously glanced around the room at the still bodies of my cousins
sprawled out on the sleeping bags and blankets in their underwear and
T-shirts.  We boys were sleeping on the floor of the main room, and the
girls were sleeping in one of the bedrooms.  The adults had all retired,
and Victor and Ruben were asleep in the hammocks strung out on the front
porch.  All I could hear was the slow, regular breathing of the sleepers,
and through the open window, the night sounds of a Mexican summer.
     Although only ten, I knew that what I had witnessed that afternoon was
special, more special than anything I had ever seen before.  The close
friendship and trust, the special bond that can exist only between lovers,
the eroticism of passion and masculinity, all these things a ten-year- old
boy cannot describe, but he can feel.  The power, the mystery, and the
excitement sent my blood racing through my veins as I thought in wonder of
what I had seen, and what I had sensed.
     I was also feeling something else.  Although only ten, I could not
keep the image of Victor out of my mind.  The grandeur as he had risen out
of the water, an Aztec god demanding awe and reverence of all who gazed
upon him.  That hard, dark body, those solid muscles that reflected a manly
power and yet the slender curvature and smoothness of a teenager, and that
huge, powerful, erect cock that rose up from his groin like a sceptre,
those images sent waves of passion through my ten-year-old's mind, and
through my ten-year-old's body.  My own little cock was stiff.  Slowly,
cautiously, so as not to disturb anyone else, so as not to be caught
touching myself, something that adults, at least many adults I knew at the
time, frowned upon, I slipped my hands under my underwear and fingered my
stiff little erection.  It was only three inches long, but it felt
delightful to be fondled and squeezed.
     "Paco?"
     It was only a whisper, but I jumped like it was a thunderclap and with
my heart pounding, I jerked my hand out of my underwear.
     "Yes Javier?"
     "You awake?"
     "Yes."  I was going to comment that was a dumb question but did not.
I wanted to talk.  I had to talk.
     "I can't sleep," Javier whispered.
     "Me neither."
     "Nor I," whispered Tonio.
     "Me too," said Carlos.
     "You thinking about Pirate's Cove?" I asked.
     "Yes," whispered Tonio, and the other two boys quickly said they were
also.
     We four cousins snuggled closer together so as not to wake our younger
cousins.
     "Their bodies were something to see, weren't they!" commented Tonio,
his voice rising with excitement.
     "Yeah.  Victor's so muscular."
     "His forearms are thicker than Carlos' leg."
     "His palo is thicker than Carlos' leg," observed Tonio and we four
boys giggled as we pictured Victor's massive, thick cock in our minds.
     "Man, I never seen nothing so big," said eight-year-old Carlos.
     "Same here."
     My little stiff palo was itching with the thought of that large, thick
member, and of Victor stroking it.  This afternoon had been the first time
I had ever had an erection thinking about a man, and this was the now the
second.  One sight and I was a confirmed lover of handsome, dark men.
     "That stuff," began Carlos, not knowing what it was or what to call
it.
     We boys all thought of "that stuff".  It was so awesome to have seen
it erupting out of my cousin's body and that of his friend.  The looks on
the older boys' faces, the noises they had made, it was all etched into our
four young minds.  We could not imagine such extreme pleasure that could
make two men act as we had seen Victor and Ruben act.
     "Leche," said Javier, "milk.  That is what the older boys in my school
call it."
     "It was awesome so see them make it."
     "It is the first time I've ever seen anyone make it," I observed.
     "Me too," commented Tonio.
     "There is a janitor at our school," began Mario, and we all turned to
him, unaware he had been listening in on our conversation.  Mario, who
would be nine in September, glanced about at us, proud that he had
something to contribute to the conversation.  "He is young, in his twenties
I think.  He likes to masturbate in front of the boys at school.  I have
seen him shoot his leche several times."
     "It must feel so wonderful to make it."
     "Yes, the way they moaned and shook."
     "The way Victor came all over Ruben was so hot!"
     "Yeah, super!"
     "Eepa, epa, andale!"
     "Did you feel it, their leche?"
     "Yeah, I got some of it on my shoulder."
     "And on my fingers."
     "Slimy."
     "And hot."
     "Yeah, real hot!"
     "Boys!"
     We five cousins froze as our hearts leaped and stopped.  It was my
dad.  Had he heard?!  This was supposed to be secret!  We had promised!  If
we had gotten Ruben and Victor in trouble!
     "It is long past time for talking.  You boys are supposed to be
asleep.  Now no more talking, or there will be trouble."
     When my dad said there would be trouble, he meant it and we all knew
it.  We boys quickly quietened.  We did not want trouble.  Nor did we want
to get our older cousin and his friend in trouble.  We lay there in
silence, each aching to talk more about what we had seen and heard that
afternoon.  In the darkness our hands slipped over our hot little bodies
and squeezed and tugged on our hot little pricklets, bringing ourselves
pleasure.  Mine was stiff, and I wondered if Javier's was too as I played
over and over in my mind the scene at Pirate's Cove until I fell asleep.
     The next day Victor and Ruben went up the beach to the other summer
cottages in search of girls.  We four little beasts played on rocks at the
far south end of the beach, our favourite place.  We chased rock crabs, and
then played a game of buried treasure, pretending to be wild buccaneers on
a deserted island.  As the heat of the day increased, we sought the
coolness of the surrounding jungle, picking out the thickest growth and
largest palms for shade.
     "Should we go up to Pirate's Cove?"
     "Naw, it's too hot for walking."
     "Yeah, it's too hot."
     "Damn hot," Javier said, daring to swear.  At eleven, he was the
oldest of us four little beasts.
     "Not as hot as Victor and Ruben were last night," I observed.
     We all giggled and talk quickly returned to the conversation of the
previous evening.  As we talked, and began to discuss the more intimate
details, each of us squirmed with the growing arousal we were feeling in
our crotches but were too young to understand.
     "They have huge balls."
     "And hairy ones.  I did not know men got hair there," observed Carlos.
     "I knew, but I've never seen anyone naked before," said Tonio, pleased
that he had known something his cousin had not.
     "What do you mean?  You've seen us, plenty of times," said Javier.
     "I mean older guys, guys like Victor and Ruben."
     "That was hot."
     "Did you think Ruben was really going to take his swim suit off?"
     "No way!"
     "And when he turned and showed his big stiff pito, I could not believe
it!"
     "It was the first time I have ever seen a man's that was hard."
     "It feels so strange when it is hard," Javier observed.  "Can you two
get hard?" he asked, looking at Carlos and Tonio.
     The two boys shook their heads in the negative shyly.  We four sat
there for several minutes.  We glanced at each other.
     "You were hard yesterday, while we were watching," Carlos observed,
looking at Javier.
     "And so was Paco," observed Tonio with a grin.
     "Yeah," I admitted.  "It was so hot seeing them."
     "It would be hot seeing yours again," said Javier with a smile as he
glanced at me.
     I looked at him, and then at the others.  Being naked before each
other suddenly had a very different meaning.
     "I'll show you mine if you show me yours," Javier offered.
     "Let's all do it," suggested Tonio.
     That quickly being the consensus, we boys gathered in a circle and
drew down our trunks.  At first nervously and cautiously, we glanced at
each other, and then growing bolder looked more closely.  We were all soft
and all had naked pubes.  Other than Carlos, the rest of us were
circumcised.  I remember our little testicles were smooth and round.
     "You ever play with it?" asked Javier.
     "Sure," I admitted.
     "Feels funny when it is hard, doesn't it?"
     "Yeah, funny, but good in a way."
     "Yeah," Javier admitted.  We glanced out at the ocean.  "So . . .  you
. . .  well, want to get hard?"
     "Sure," I said.  Actually, I remember I was not overly interested in
exploring my cousin's bodies.  Of course I was curious, and I found it
exciting, but my real interest was in my older cousin Victor and his friend
Ruben.
     Javier and I began to tug on our soft, little boy cocks, rubbing our
sensitive cockheads and pulling on the little hoses from the base.  Tonio
and Carlos quickly followed suit.  It felt strange doing it with others
instead of in private, sort of daring, sort of special and secretive.  It
was another bond that we young boys were developing.  Slowly Javier and I
grew stiff.  We sat there in the afternoon heat and compared.  We were both
circumcised, and being a year older and sharing the same genes as his
brother Victor, Javier was an inch longer than I was.
     "Can any of you make that stuff that Victor and Ruben made?"
     We looked at each other and shook our heads.
     "What was that anyway?" eight-year-old Carlos asked.
     "Sperm," I explained.  Seeing the blank look on my cousin's face, I
added, "the stuff that makes babies."
     "That makes babies?" little Carlos asked in surprise.
     "Yes."
     "I thought a man made a seed, like, you know, an apple seed."
     "Well, it is a seed, in a way, just it is different."
     "So why does a boy's pito get hard like this?"
     "So a man can stick it in a woman, and make her pregnant."
     Carlos did not fully understand, but did not know what more to ask.
"You like it when it is hard?" he asked instead.
     "Yeah," admitted Javier.  "It feels great to rub it when it is hard
like this."
     "Yeah," I agreed.
     Without saying more, we four little beasts began to tug on our little
boy cocks.  It did feel good, and it felt even better doing it with our
closest of friends.  As I have said before, we cousins grew up together and
saw much of each other so that we were more like friends than relatives.
Before long, our little cocks were tingling and burning with stimulation
and we all were growing hotter and more flushed.  Suddenly Javier gave a
whimper and a shudder and his entire body went stiff for a second.  Then he
shook violently, jerking and wiggling his hips, and then he released his
little stiff penis and sighed.  The rest of us did not really know what had
happened, but the moment he stopped, so did we.  Pulling up our bathing
suits, we returned to our other boyhood pursuits.
     Later as Carlos and Tonio wandered off together, Javier and I picked
up the conversation where we had left off.
     "It must be wonderful to make leche," observed Javier.
     "Yeah, I can't wait until I'm old enough."
     "Me neither."
     "It was really hot seeing Victor squirting his stuff all over Ruben."
     "Yeah."
     "I never thought of two men doing something together."
     "Me neither.  I thought it had to be a man and a woman."
     "It is something very special.  Something very private."
     "And secret.  They said not to say anything to anyone about it."
     "Do you think it is all right?"
     "What?"
     "For two men to be doing stuff together."
     "I think it is something very special.  Something not to be discussed
with others."
     "Right."
     Both of us boys sensed that what we had witnessed between the two
older boys was not just private, but something that the adults must not
learn about.
     "I'd sure like to see them do it again," I observed, the memory giving
me a strange feeling.
     "Me too," admitted Javier.
     Over the next three days we four boys followed the two older ones as
if we were little tails.  Wherever the older two went, one or all of us
were sure to follow.  We four little beasts also hinted that we would like
to see the two do it again, but all hints were ignored.  Finally, one
evening my mom and dad and my uncle Francisco and aunts Emilia and Ruth
went out to dine and dance.  Cousin Celia was given charge of looking after
the girls, and us boys were told to mind Victor and Ruben.
     First chance he got that evening, Javier asked Victor directly if he
and Ruben would put on a show for us like they had at Pirate's Cove.
Victor gave a very definite and very firm negative, much to us boys'
disappointment, and any effort to make him change his mind only got him
madder.  We boys did not realize it at the time, but Victor and Ruben,
after coming down from the sexual high they had been on that afternoon,
realized the danger of such young boys knowing what they had done, and the
chance that they were taking.  One of us boys could easily inadvertently
tell one of the adults.  Not only would they be in deep shit for jerking
off, but they would be in even hotter water for having done it in front of
us four little beasts.
     So that evening we played bingo, and as the evening progressed and the
younger ones got tired, we slowly drifted off to our beds, the girls
heading to their room, the boys for the floor of the main room, and Victor
and Ruben heading for the pair of hammocks hanging on the front porch.
     That night after everyone had gone to bed, Javier and I talked about
our disappointment that Victor had refused Javier's request that he put on
a show for us.  We considered getting Ruben aside and asking him if he
would do it by himself so we could watch.  Seeing a boy ejaculate had been
so awesome, both of us were hot to see it again.  As we whispered our
confidences and wishes, we noticed Victor get up and go to the bathroom.
We slowly got up and sneaked through the darkened room to the window
looking out at the front porch.  There was a single yellow light above the
door and we could make out Ruben laying in the hammock and caressing his
smooth pecs under his T-shirt with one hand and the crotch of his jeans
with the other.
     When Victor returned, instead of heading to his hammock, he headed to
Ruben's.  With happy grins and excited anticipation, we two spies pressed
up against the window.  Victor bent over Ruben and kissed him on the lips,
and Ruben reached up and began to caress Victor, running his hands along
his thighs and then up over his butt.  They kissed and caressed, running
their hands over each other's body, first above the clothing, and then
inside.  They slowly began to undress each other, first the T-shirts, and
then the shorts.
     Javier and I watched with delight as Ruben raised his arms and Victor
pulled off his shirt, revealing his broad, smooth chest.  As Victor ran his
hands over the seventeen-year-old's white skin, Ruben slipped his hands
under Victor's T-shirt and raised it.  I felt a twinge in my underwear as I
watched Ruben running his fingertips over Victor's dark, muscular pecs and
circling his dark nipples.  When Victor hooked his fingers under the
elastic band of Ruben's shorts and drew them down, the lump inside his
underwear was visible in the one pale yellow light on the porch.  Victor
remained standing beside Ruben who was now half sitting in the hammock, and
we boys held our breath as Ruben reached over and began to draw down
Victor's underwear.
     Once Ruben had freed Victor's member, Victor pushed Ruben's face down
toward his crotch.  As Ruben took his hard cock in his mouth, Victor began
to touch his pecs and navel lightly with his fingertips.  He threw his head
back and closed his eyes and he sighed softly and groaned with delight.
Ruben moved his.  Lips farther down that massive shaft.
     "Uuummmm," sighed Victor in response as he ran a fingertip around his
navel.
     As Javier and I watched our first fellatio show, our hot little boy
cocks were aching with arousal.  We reached down and began to caress
ourselves.  Ruben was sucking gently on Victor's stiff vergas and Victor
was beginning to pant and groan more loudly.
     "What are you looking at?"
     So intent were we on watching Victor and Ruben, we two little spies
had not noticed little Mario had awoken, and having seen his two older
cousins at the window, had come to see what was going on.
     "Shit!" exclaimed Victor, pulling away from Ruben and leaping across
the patio like a frightened deer.  He was beside us three boys in seconds,
quickly followed by Ruben.
     "I told you not to spy on me," he whispered angrily, grabbing Javier
by the arm.  "We do not want you to intrude in our things!  You hear!
Little beast!"  He shook his brother by the arm violently and his massive
hardon jerked up and down and to and fro as he shook his brother.
     "I'm sorry," responded Javier, his voice quavering.  "We were just "
     "Just spying," Victor snarled angrily.  He looked at all three of us
and I wanted to crouch down and crawl under the nearest chair.
     "We meant no harm."
     "I told you!  I told all you little beasts!"
     "Don't be angry with them," offered Ruben, trying to calm Victor down.
     "Why?"
     "There's no way for them to have known."
     "Well, now they do, and I'm gonna, I'm gonna . . . " he sputtered, too
angry to finish the sentence, and probably not knowing what he was going to
do.
     He was angry at all of us and his eyes flashed as he glared at one and
then the other.  Ruben placed his hand on his shoulder as he tried to calm
him down.
     "Why are you so mad?" little Mario asked timidly.  "We just want to
see more of what you were doing."
     Victor's massive cockhead swung in front of the innocent
eight-year-old boy's face.  He reached up and took it in his small hand and
caressed it gently, his eyes wide in awe and appreciation.  Victor stopped
his ranting and looked down at his little cousin.  Mario slipped his hands
under his seventeen-year-old cousin's huge balls and gently stroked them
with his fingertips, and then returned to once again stroke that awesome
man cock that stuck out so invitingly.  Ruben put his hand on his friend's
shoulder and the two looked down at the little boy.  Mario stared at the
massive cock in his hands with a combination of innocent curiosity and
admiration.  At that moment, Victor made his decision.
     "Come outside with us," Victor whispered, nodding in the direction of
the hammocks.  As Victor moved toward the door, Mario followed, his hand
still grasping Victor's hard cock.  Javier and I quickly followed.
     Putting one leg on each side of the hammock and reclining on it,
Victor grabbed both of Mario's hands and put them over his member and said
in a whisper.  "Ok, now you better see and learn how to do it."  Then
turning to Mario and smiling, he asked, "do you like it, m'ijo (my son)?"
and he started to move Mario's hand up and down his massive member.
     Mario looked up at him and smiled shyly.  Victor looked at Javier and
I and motioned for us to come nearer.  We stood on either side of the
hammock and began to touch his beautiful body.  Turning over to Ruben,
Victor smiled at him, sending him a kiss, raised an arm to call him over
also.  Ruben smiled back, and turned and shut off the yellow light.
     There in the darkness we three youngsters increased our explorations
and ventured to run our hands all over that smooth, muscular body.  Ruben
joined Victor on the hammock and in the darkness it was impossible to tell
who was doing what to whom any more, which increased the daring of we
little beasts, and of our older cousin and his school friend.
     Never was I so excited in all my life and I squirmed with a level of
arousal never before known as my hands caressed that hard, hot, dark body
of my cousin.  I ran my fingertips over his solid pecs as I had seen him
doing, and then Victor took my hand and guided it so that it followed the
hairline down the middle of his chest to his navel.  Victor stopped my hand
there and I ran my finger around and in and out of his navel.  As I heard
him moaning with the pleasure, I never felt so good in my life.  I knew
what I was doing was causing him pleasure, and that in turn caused me an
immense pleasure that has been with me ever since.
     Victor finally guided my hand down to the coarse hairs at his crotch
and my little heart speeded up.  His large hand guided my little one,
directing it to his massive, sweating balls.  Under his guidance I caressed
them, relishing their satiny smoothness and learning how to roll them in my
hand.  I awaited the guidance of my Aztec god, and was rewarded for my
patience as he took my little hand and guided it next to his solid, upright
cock.  He wrapped his fingers about my hand thereby wrapping my fingers
about his vergas.  Never had I felt anything so hot and so rigid, never had
I felt anything so delightful.
     Victor eased my hand slowly up his shaft and then back down, and after
repeating the slow motion several times, released his hold.  Uncertain, I
continued the slow motion myself and was delighted when Victor made no
effort to stop me.  For the first time I held another male's cock in my
hand, and I trembled with the excitement and the joy.  As I slowly
masturbated my dark, handsome cousin, I felt a large hand touch my small,
smooth butt and begin to caress it.  >From its size I knew it had to be
Victor or Ruben, but in the darkness I could not tell which and I really
did not care.  Just being touched so gently and so secretly was joy.  Then
fingers, too long and thick to be those of Javier or Mario, took my own
little stiff member and began stroking it.
     I do not remember how long that went on, but after a bit I felt a hand
at the back of my head, directing it downward, and I opened my thin lips
with eager anticipation.  The huge, dark knob of my cousin Victor met my
lips in the darkness and I eagerly slipped them over the massive head and
began to suck as I had seen Ruben doing earlier.  Victor whispered for me
to be careful with my teeth, and I did my best to obey.  To be allowed to
take possession of that mighty organ, to be allowed the privilege of taking
it in my mouth, was a sign of trust and love in my young mind, the reward
of a god to a loyal and faithful worshipper, and I wanted nothing more than
to obey and please my cousin.  As I ran my tongue over his spongy
mushroom-like head, he quivered with the pleasure and once again I felt
hands exploring and caressing my body.
     The chirping of the crickets in the garden was replaced by the heavy
breathing of the two older teenagers and the slurping and sucking of us
three young boys as we caressed, stroked and sucked our older mentors and
were in turn caressed and stroked by them.  As we felt fingers slip down
over our flat stomachs and naked pubes and begin wanking our little boners,
we squirmed and giggled and Ruben and Victor had to stop and quieten us
back down.
     Ruben came around to where I was standing and crouched down.  He ran
his hands over my smooth, naked body, caressing my chest with one hand
while he took my stiff little palo in the other and squeezed it gently.  My
little nipples grew hard as he caressed them and as he slowly stroked my
little erection at the same time I trembled with the sensation.  I could
feel his hot breath against my ribs as he crouched there beside me, and as
I felt his breath begin to move down along my side, I could only hope and
wonder if he would do to me what I was doing to cousin Victor.
     His hair brushed against my flat belly and then I felt his hot breath
blowing between my legs.  I held my breath in anticipation, in mad hope.
Seconds later my three-inch palo was engulfed by a hot, moistness and I
felt it being tugged as Ruben began to suck.  Never could I have imagined
such pleasure as he was bringing me.  I eased my mouth a little further
down and continued sucking on the hot cock in my mouth, wishing I could
take all of it in as Ruben had done to me.  A few minutes later Ruben
slipped his mouth off my little palo and turning to face the hammock, he
began to caress Victor's chest with one hand as he took mine and guided it
to his massive cock.  It was not as long nor as thick as cousin Victor's
but I was delighted all the same to be allowed to touch his manly organ.
     Our two guides had us three boys change positions and encouraged us to
feel and caress each other besides them.  In the dark and in the excitement
I could not be sure who was caressing my body, or who was fingering my
stiff, aching little cock.  It did not matter, and the ambiguity only
increased our excitement.  Several times our older mentors had to remind us
to be quite, and I could tell from their voices, that they themselves were
finding it difficult to be silent.
     For myself, I could not be sure who I was caressing either, except
when it came to feeling my young cousins' dicks.  As I have mentioned,
sharing his brother Victor's genes, Javier was well-endowed for a boy of
eleven, his cock already being four inches and thick.  I could not see
little Mario's, but I figured it had to be less than two inches from my
touch, but even it was as hard and hot as any of ours.  I took great
delight in exploring my cousins' bodies, but above all, I longed for my
cousin Victor's.
     At some point Ruben resumed sucking Victor's large, thick cock as he
had begun doing before they had discovered they had an audience, and while
we three little ones stood and caressed the two hot teenage boys and each
other, Victor shuddered and gasped with delight.  We had all grown silent
now, and only his heavy breathing and Ruben's sucking could be heard.  Even
the crickets seemed to have paused for that awesome moment.  Victor groaned
loudly, as if in pain but also with immense delight, and his entire body
tensed with the release of his seed.  This time he did not draw his weapon
out of Ruben's mouth, and Ruben did not draw his lips away.  There in the
darkness and heat of the Mexican night he eagerly accepted and swallowed
his school chum's thick hot load.
     In the darkness I could not tell if Victor had been masturbating Ruben
while Ruben had been sucking him, but when Ruben finished and finally stood
up beside the hammock, Victor wrapped his fingers about Ruben's stiff cock
and began to wank him.  With a vigour driven by lust and the desire to
please his school chum as his teenage pal had pleased him, Victor worked
his fist up and down Ruben's hard, hot cock rapidly.  It was not long
before Ruben threw his head back and with a throaty groan, erupted.  Ropes
of his thick and copious teenage cum shot out of his irritated cockhead and
struck Victor on the chest and stomach.  He groaned and shuddered with his
release, and although I could not see his face or what was happening, I
could imagine it from the scene I had witnessed back at Pirate's Cove.
     When Ruben was done, Victor had us three boys play with Ruben's cum,
to feel it and smell it, to spread it over his dark, muscular body.  As I
felt the warm slipperiness of Ruben's leche, that special milk only a man
can make, a strange feeling of excitement and awe came over me, and I knew
in my heart that I wanted to experience what we had done a hundredfold
over-- no, a thousand or even a million times again.  As I spread Ruben's
warm, slippery cum over Victor's dark body and smeared and twirled it
around in his navel, I felt a wonderful sensation of tremendous joy and
deep relief.
     There in the dark, our hands slick with Ruben's leche and our fingers
bumping into and running over each other as we worked it into Victor's
dark, beautiful body, we experienced a bond that cannot be described or
explained.  That night as our naked bodies pressed against each other as we
played with this marvellous, mysterious man-made fluid, we three did not
fully understand what had happened, but we knew it was powerful and
wonderful.  Forever etched into my memory will be the building tension and
excited breathing as we three explored each other and our two older guides,
the joy and wonder of feeling each other's naked bodies and of being felt
there in the dark, the passionate groans and trembling of our two older
mentors as they came, and then the relaxed, blissful peace as we continued
to explore and take delight in this new and marvellous thing called cum.
     The smells of hot, lusting bodies and of fresh leche, the wonderful
feelings of awe, love, and mystery, and the raw sexuality of that
magnificent evening were all the more powerful in the dark, warm, sightless
night.  Those were the smells and feelings I last remembered as I drifted
off to sleep out there on the porch.  Those were the sounds and feelings I
dreamed of as I was carried back into the main room and loving laid on my
sleeping bag with a final, tender kiss.