Date: Mon, 10 Dec 2001 19:40:00 -0800 (PST)
From: Donny Dickson <bi95621@yahoo.com>
Subject: Summer of '74

All the standard disclaimers apply; if you're underage
for where you reside, or if you're offended by
male/male explicit sex as written here, then you'd
best be going.

But, if you're one of those that is offended... what
the Hell are you doing here to begin with??


Summer, 1974. Just a couple months shy of my 16th birthday. I was heading
to a science fiction convention, traveling with two other members of our
local sci-fi club who were kind enough to allow me to tag along with them
for this trip. I didn't know Eric and Steve real well, but the two college
freshmen were both members of the club's governing committee, and
apparently had no problem with this younger Trekkie hanging around with
them for his first trip to an out of town convention.

Eric seemed to take a particular liking to me, taking time to answer all my
questions and assisting me with my itinerary for the convention in San
Diego. Steve, the quieter, more bookish one of the two, just smiled and
said, "The more, the merrier!" Both had agreed to meet my parents, and
impressed them with their courteous demeanor and clean-cut appearance. They
were truly the reason for mom and dad letting me go on the trip.
Certainly, being another source of shared funding for gas and lodging made
their willingness to let me tag along much easier for them to take, I'm
sure.

I was very excited to go, even if it meant a 12-hour car ride in the back
seat of Eric's Datsun wagon. The back seat of the rust-orange compact
wasn't really all that uncomfortable... well, once I unrolled my sleeping
bag for some additional cushioning.  The trip down was pretty pleasant,
chatting about sci-fi flicks and Star Trek and old black-and-white B-movies
with Eric while Steve planted his nose in one of his many paperback books
for the duration of the ride. It became a little obvious that my being so
welcomed by Eric was partly fueled by Eric's desire to have someone with
whom he could engage in conversation with!

We made the El Cortez hotel late that night. I had no problem taking my
spot on the floor with my sleeping bag while Eric and Steve took advantage
of the two beds in the room.  Sleep came pretty quickly.

I woke up the next morning to the sound of the television at low volume. I
got up and decided to prepare for the day. Eric was watching the TV, more
out of boredom, it appeared. I noted that Steve's bed was empty.

"He went down to wait on some friends," offered Eric to my unasked
question.

"You had your shower yet?" I asked.

"You go ahead."

I went into the bathroom and stripped off my shorts, then emptied my
bladder of its overnight contents. As I started the water running in the
shower, then realized that I hadn't grabbed my shampoo. I turned the water
back off, wrapped a towel about me and stepped out of the bathroom.

There was Eric, covers thrown back, his naked body exposed openly. His eyes
were closed as if in deep concentration, while he was slowly pumping away
at one of the most gorgeous erections I had ever seen. He was cradling his
balls in the other hand, alternately squeezing them as he worked his long
shaft.

I stood there, transfixed at my older roommate and the wonderful tool that
he was jacking off. I wanted to just stand there and watch, but Eric opened
his eyes briefly, then did a double-take when he caught sight of me
standing there staring at him and his masturbatory bliss. He looked as if
he was about to panic at having been discovered, but then seemed to settle
back down and resumed his pumping.

"You like?" he asked.

I nodded slowly, then realized that he saw my interest not only in my face,
but also in my own erection starting to push against the towel that
threatened to drop from my hips. He smiled at me, then stopped masturbating
long enough to slide over on the bed, obviously making room for me. I
obliged him by sitting down next to him on the bed.

He took his left hand from his balls and softly grasped one of my hands,
guiding it to his heavy-hanging sack. I was shaking as I took his balls in
my hand, feeling the warmth and weight of his testicles as he began pumping
his meat again. I rolled them carefully in my fingers, marveling at their
size and texture.

"Mmmm... that feels nice," Eric murmured.

I then got a little braver and reached over with my other hand and took
over the pumping of his long cock. The feel of its stiffness, the engorged
veins giving it such a wonderful fell in my hands as I slowly pumped my
hand up and down the shaft simply made my heart pound as if it was going to
come out of my chest. I looked up at Eric's face; eyes closed, slight smile
through an open mouth as he took deep, satisfied breaths... a picture of
pleasure as I worked his wonderful member in my hands.

I rested down on one elbow to get a closer look at this exciting scene,
then put my face down into his sack to smell his manliness, drawing the
musky scent deep into my nostrils, filling me with a hunger that I would
need to satisfy.

Eric obviously sensed this and said softly, "Yes... please."

I brought my head up slightly to the tip of his cock, where my continued,
patient handwork had encouraged a huge dollop of precum to ooze from the
tip. I immediately stuck my tongue out and licked the delicious fluid from
the opening in his mushroom-like head, savoring the salty flavor with
relish. Eric's hand was now behind my head, gently guiding my mouth down
over his throbbing meat. I willingly opened my mouth and took as much of it
into my mouth as I could, sucking the sweet flesh into the back of my
throat.

Eric had now freed my own aching cock from the tent my towel had become,
and began to jack off my eager dick while I devoted myself to hungrily
bobbing my head up and down that immense college cock of his. I still
cradled his balls in one hand while I held the base of his member firmly in
the other one as I threatened to suck it right off his tight body.

"Damn, you're good for a kid!" he moaned. "Real fucking good with that
mouth."

That was all the encouragement I needed to hear. Never letting that
delicious cock fall from my mouth, I gave up on my own dick's pleasure,
swung myself around and took my place between his legs where I knew I could
give his straining prick all the attention it deserved. It was if I could
suck him deeper into my throat as I found myself brushing my nose into his
mound of pubic hair with each stroke of his cock into my mouth.

"Can I have some of that?"

Shocked, I turned to see Steve standing near the door, a huge grin on his
face, and his clothes in a pile at his feet. He had his cock in his hand,
not nearly as big as Eric's, but obviously hard and hungry.

"His mouth is mine, Steve," grinned Eric, as he gently turned my face back
to his stiff rod.

"No prob," said Steve as he walked over to the bed. "I like what I see over
here, anyway."

With that, I looked at Eric, who winked back at me and told me just to
relax as he guided my mouth onto his dick once more. Steve started to
softly rub my butt, then gently spread my legs. I started to get scared
until Eric began to softly stroke my hair, offering words of comfort.

Steve pulled my hips up until I was on my knees, then began to tongue my
young asshole. The sensation was incredible as he tongued my flesh and
filled my crack with saliva, while he stroked my dick like milking a
cow. Eventually, I began to relax, and re- focus my attentions once again
to sucking on Eric's gorgeous tool.

I then felt a finger begin to probe my anus. Deeper and deeper it was
worked into me, slowly and patiently. It hurt just a little, so I devoted
still more attention to the man-meat in my mouth. I was taking out all my
nervousness on that wonderful cock. Then Steve shifted position, climbing
up behind me, his finger still working in me. I could feel the warmth of
his thighs against the back of my own thighs, then the sudden sense of
emptiness as Steve withdrew his finger. He then pressed the head of his
dick against my asshole. Eric held my head in his hands while I grasped his
forearms in anticipation of what was about to happen next.

To my surprise, the head of Steve's dick slipped into my ass with little
pain or resistance!  His hands then went to my hips, and Steve began a very
tender, circular motion with his hips, almost as if screwing his cock into
my tight orifice. He would pull back, almost to the point of slipping out
of me, but I found myself pressing my butt back to not let his dick slip
out. Within seconds we had a rhythm going, one which caused me to draw
Eric's cock deeper into my slurping mouth with each rocking motion.

"Suck it, Donny," purred Eric. "Suck my cock. Man, you suck my cock sooooo
gooood!"

"Better'n me?" asked Steve hoarsely, almost rhetorically.

"The best!" moaned Eric. "How's his ass?"

"Incredible!" sighed Steve. "Young and tender!"

That was all the encouragement I needed to hear. Never letting Eric's
delicious cock fall from my mouth, I rocked on my knees until I could feel
Steve's cock all the way in me.  His pelvic bone was banging against my
butt cheeks, his balls slapping against my own, and it was as if his
dickhead was probing my stomach... and I'd never felt anything more
wonderful in my life!

"That's it," Steve moaned, "mmmm... you're gonna make me cum if you keep
that up!"

"Me, too!" chimed Eric. "You're gonna make us both blow!"

Rock back, cock deep in my ass... forward, deep in my throat. Back and
forth, back and forth... I was becoming a cock-slut, and loving every
intense second of it. All I could think of was satisfying the two men in
me.

"I'm... almost... there!" hissed Steve.

"Ohhh... my gawwd, Donny," Eric croaked. "You better slow down, you
incredible cocksucker!"

`Not on your life', I thought to myself as I increased the pressure with my
tongue and tightened my lips while quickening my sucking pace. I could feel
his leg muscles tighten beside me and his hips rock beneath me as he howled
and let loose with a torrent of hot cum into my mouth. I swallowed as fast
as I could, but there was no way of trying to capture all of the
bittersweet fluid that erupted from that incredible cock, and it ran from
the corners of my mouth and down into his pubic hair, mixed with my
saliva. Steve's fingernails dug into my hips as he pounded into me and his
cock seemed to burst within me and the most wonderful warmth flooded my
intestines.

Still, I didn't stop my sucking or backwards thrusting, only slowing the
pace as I felt my two friends soften slowly as they began to relax. I kind
of rolled over to one side while I continued to work Eric's cock in my
mouth until he was completely soft and spent, then just remained there with
him, unmoving, but unwilling to let go of his cock from my lips as he
softly stroked my hair. Steve rolled to the side with me, keeping his hips
buried against my butt and his now-soft cock still in my ass, clinging to
me. I had never felt so appreciated in my life. We found time to repeat our
union a few more times over the weekend, and a couple more times until I
graduated from high school. But that first time was the best!