Date: Fri, 26 Oct 2012 13:07:03 -0500
From: Charles Hughes <the.back.door@hotmail.com>
Subject: OUR SEX CLUB - 3

Young Friends (b/b oral anal)

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OUR SEX CLUB - 3



We met up at the "Y" on Monday morning, and half-way to school Marty said,
"You leave your underpants off today?"

Shit!  I forgot all about that!  Marty said I had to do it because it was a
dare and I'd said `OK.'  I told him it was too late, we were already on the
road.  He grinned and told me what we were going to do.  I argued, but he
said that was the way it was.

We waited until we got to the old barn along the way, made sure nobody was
looking, and ran off the road behind the barn.  I had to pull my pants all
the way off to get my underpants off, and by the time I did that I had a
real stiffie.  Marty grinned and said he was getting one, too.  There
wasn't time to jack off, so he took my underpants and stuffed them into the
bottom of his lunch pail.  You could still see them a little, so I gave him
a tomato and that covered it.

We went on, and it sure felt funny with my underpants off.  My stiffie was
rubbing the inside of my pants, and that only made things worse.  I guess I
got used to it or something, because by the time we got to the schoolyard
my stiffie was gone.

I was worried about somebody seeing my underpants in Marty's lunch pail,
but when he put it in the coat room he said nobody'd bother it.  My butt
felt funny in my pants when I sat down at the school desk, and Marty didn't
help any giggling at me.  But it was kind of... sexy, too.  Sitting there
feeling my dick and my ass like that.  Alfred kept looking back at us when
he could, and I couldn't help but grin at my secret.  That only made Alfred
look more.

We peed during recess, and I got hard again when I pulled my dick out.  And
it didn't help that Marty was grabbing at my dick.  We didn't have time to
jack off, though.  And when we opened the door to leave, Alfred was
standing there!  We just ignored him.

At lunch Marty was careful to open his lunch pail so nobody but me could
see in; the lid was facing the rest of the playground.  But while he was
eating he pulled my underpants up just enough so I could see then and
rubbed his finger over the crotch.  That gave me a stiffie, all right, just
the way he knew it would!  Then he stuck his finger up under the crotch and
wiggled it to look like a little dick.  We giggled so much some of the kids
stared at us.  And this time we waited until Alfred left the shithouse to
go ourselves.

By recess we both had to pee again, so we ran to the shithouse.  Well, I
didn't really have to pee that bad, but I wanted to pull my dick out for a
while.  Marty did pee, though.  But he suddenly stopped his pee and put his
finger over his lips to tell me to be quiet.  Then he aimed his dick at the
wall over the hole and shot his pee right at it.  There was a squeal from
the other side, and Marty and I ran out, still tucking our dicks back in,
and ran around to the back.  It was Alfred!  He was wiping his face off.

"Fuck you, Marty!"

Marty was laughing, and when I got it I laughed, too.  Alfred had been
peeking at us through a slot in the wall!  And some of Marty's pee hit him!

"You little fucker!" Marty said.  He grabbed Alfred's shirt and pulled him
away from the shithouse to some bushes.  "You been spying on us!  You been
watching us pee!"

"Yeah... and getting stiffies!" Alfred said.  "And playing with each other,
too!"

He said there was a way to get to the back of the shithouse without anybody
seeing, and he could see through a little slot between the boards.  Marty
told him to show us his jacknife.  (Everybody but me has a jacknife; I
gotta get one.)  Marty opened the little blade and showed me some white
smears on it.  "If there was a slot there, you made it bigger!  That's
whitewash on this blade!"

Alfred looked a little red.  "Please, guys...  Don't tell on me.  If you
tell on me, I'll tell everybody about you playing with your stiffies in
there!  And you... (he pointed at me)... you aren't even wearing underwear
today!"

"Yeah, you tell on us, and we'll tell everybody you were in there with us!
Sucking our dicks!"  Marty meant it, too. But that would have been
terrible, telling everybody that.  But I think Marty knew Alfred would back
down.

"If you guys will let me join your sex club."  Alfred looked like he
wouldn't back down from that.

"You mean it?" Marty was still in charge.  Alfred nodded.  Marty looked at
me.  "We'll have to talk about it, me and Eddie.  We'll let you know.  But
to show us you're serious, you got to show us your dick."

Alfred looked like he was not going to do it.  But finally he looked around
to make sure nobody could see us behind the bushes.  And his pulled his
dick out of his pants.  I couldn't see very much of it.  He didn't have a
stiffie, either.  I guess maybe he was too nervous or scared or something.
But I got a stiffie just looking at his little pink dickhead.  Marty made
him pull it out as far as he could -- I think he would have made him drop
his pants if we'd been anywhere else -- but I still didn't see much.  Maybe
he didn't have much; Alfred's only 10 years old.

"We'll talk about it," Marty said when the bell rang.  We were almost late
getting to class, and I was afraid Old Hawk Eyes would make us stay after
school or something.

During the afternoon I thought about Alfred and whether or not I wanted him
in the Sex Club.  Thinking about it kept my dick down, anyway!  But then
I'd remember Alfred's little dick, and that would get me a stiffie.  And it
didn't help that I was without underpants!  And that Marty and, now,
Alfred, knew it.  I'd move a little bit on the bench, feel my dick rub
against my pants, and that sure made it feel good.  Then Marty would
giggle, and I'd give him a dirty look. Then I'd look over at Alfred and
find him staring at me!  By the time school was over my dick was a little
sore.  And I needed to pee for sure.  Marty told me to save it for the
woods.

Alfred asked us one more time before he turned off to go home, and then
Marty and I went into the woods.  We'd gotten used to going to this one
place -- pretty deep in -- where there were a couple of old logs and big
rocks.  It was sort of like our special place.  Marty called it the place
where the Sex Club met.  As soon as we got there I pulled out my dick and
peed.  A lot.  Marty peed with me, even though he didn't need to.  And then
we dropped our pants.  Marty jacked me off first.  I just leaned back on
against that log, closed my eyes, and let that feeling grow inside until it
just wouldn't stay there any longer.  It was a good one.  I didn't ever
pull my pants up when Marty sat down next to me.  I reached for that nice
warm, hard dick.  I stroked him good -- I know, because he made a lot of
those sounds I was getting to love.  He jerked against my hand when he had
his dry cum.

Then we just sat there a little bit.  He reached over and kind of played
with my dick but wasn't really stroking it.  But it sure felt good.

"So... we let him in?"  Marty turned to face me.

"Uh... I don't know.  He's okay, I guess."  I still wasn't sure.

"Could be fun," Marty said.  "Looks like he's got a little dickie, but we
could still have fun."

I giggled when he said 'dickie.'  But that's what it was, all right.  A
little dickie.  "Well, we ought to make him do stuff," I said.

"Good idea.  Like... what?"

I wasn't really thinking of anything, so I just said the first thing that
came to mind.  "He has to do three things to prove he can be a member.
Like... same thing I did.  Go to school without any underpants."  I grinned
at the idea.

"Yeah.  Good one.  So, we tell him tomorrow?"

I nodded.

"Then, what next?"

"Um... I don't know."

"Well," Marty said, "if he'll do the underpants thing, we'll think up some
more then."

I went to bed that night thinking about what it might be like to have
Alfred in the Sex Club.  It might be fun, like Marty said.  If we can trust
Alfred to keep the secret.  But I guess if he'll do the things as say to
get in, that'll prove he can keep the secret.  If he can't... well, then,
he's not a member.

We all met up at the "Y" the next morning, and it was obvious that Alfred
had been thinking about it, too.  We started off for school, but he wanted
to know right away.  So Marty told him we decided he'd have to do three
things, then he could be a member.  Alfred frowned but then nodded, like
that would be all right.  And the first thing, Marty told him, was to go to
school without his underpants.  Alfred stopped walking.  He looked at me,
then he said if I could do it, he could, too.  About that time we were at
the old barn, and Marty said to get to the back side of it.

"What?" Alfred asked when we got to the back.  "Hey, is this were the Sex
Club meets?"  He sounded kind of excited.

"Nope.  You won't go there until you show us you can do all three things.
First thing, go to school with your underpants off.  Today.  Just take them
off and give them to me."

Alfred stood with his mouth open and looked like he might say 'no,' but
he'd already agreed.  Then he realized he'd have to take his pants off all
the way to get his underpants off.  He was looking a little nervous about
that, so I told him that was the very same thing I'd done the day before,
and right here on that very spot.  He shrugged and pulled his pants down
and over his shoes.  He was standing there in his shirt and underpants.  He
was kind of skinny.  His underpants looked several sizes smaller than ours.
He turned around to pull them down; all we could see was his skinny butt.
Only he had to turn around to give his underpants to Marty.  He did, but he
held one hand in front of his dickie.

Marty took the underpants and shoved them into his lunch pail.  "Naw," he
said, "don't hide your dick -- we gotta see if it's good enough for the Sex
Club."

Alfred turned red, but he dropped his hand.  It was smaller than our dicks.
Alfred wasn't hard -- maybe he was too nervous for that -- and his dickie
was tucked right up against the bottom of his belly.  I couldn't see
anything except a little pink dickhead.  I guess he thought we'd make fun
of him or something, but Marty just told him to put his pants back on.  And
we got back on the road and headed for school.  I watched him walk.  I
could tell he could feel his pants rubbing his butt, like I had, and his
dickie rubbing against them, too, probably.  He grinned several times, and
then he looked at us and turned a little red again.

I kept looking at him all morning, but he didn't look back.  He did move
around on his bench at lot, though.  It was so much that Old Hawk Eyes
asked him if anything was wrong.  He muttered a 'no,' and Marty and I had
to hide our giggles.  We were going to get into the shithouse with him at
noon, but he was coming out when we got there.  He grinned at us but didn't
say anything.  At lunch he ate with us and Marty showed him his underpants
in his lunch pail, like he'd done with mine.  Alfred was giggling a lot by
then.  Marty reached over once and tried to squeeze his crotch, but Alfred
was too quick for him.  On the way home, Marty told him he'd done pretty
good, and I agreed with him.  Alfred asked what else he had to do, and
Marty said he'd tell him when we got back to the barn.

Behind the barn, Alfred took off his pants when Marty took the underpants
out of his lunch pail, but Marty pulled them away when Alfred reached for
them.

"You do three things, remember?" Marty grinned.  "Here's number two.  Take
your shirt off now.  Stand there naked and let us watch you pee."

Alfred didn't hesitate.  I guess he was beginning to enjoy it all.  He
pulled his shirt off, held his dickie up, and peed.  It wasn't a lot.

"Now rub it," Marty said.  "Show us your stiffie."

It seemed like Alfred wasn't so sure about this one.  But he finally
reached down and rubbed his dickie enough to get a stiffie.  I pulled his
hand away so we could get a good look at it.  It was a lot bigger than I
thought it would be.  He had to be over thjree-and-a-half inches long, and
me and Marty were over four.  Marty was rubbing his crotch, and I thought
maybe we'd do more.

"So am I in now?"

"That was only two things, Alfred," I said.  "Showing your stiffie was just
part of peeing."

Alfred frowned a little.  "So... what else?"

Marty handed his his underpants -- his dickie made them poke out once he
got them on -- and Alfred started to put on his pants..

"We'll tell you tomorrow," I said.  And me and Marty took off, leaving
Alfred struggling to get his pants on over his shoes.

"So, Mr. Vice President of the Sex Club," Marty laughed when we got into
the woods, "just what is number three going to be?"

I told him, and he grinned.  I wanted to play around a little, but the time
we'd taken with Alfred meant Marty had to get right home.

The next day Alfred was waiting for us and immediately asked about number
three.  I told him after school was time enough.  And all day long he kept
watching us like he was guessing at what it might be.  During the noon hour
after we'd eaten, Marty saw Alfred walk off and disappear around the corner
of the building.  He waited a minute, then said, "Let's go pee."

We had to wait a little because there was a line.  When we got in Marty
pointed to the wall; he figured Alfred was watching.  I grinned back at him
and followed his lead.  We peed, moving our dicks around so Alfred could
get a good look.  Then Marty reached over and started rubbing on mine.  So
I did the same for him.  In a minute we were both hard; it was sexy doing
it knowing that somebody was watching.  We rubbed each other for a minute,
making sure our dicks were out where they could be seen, and I thought we
might be going for a dry cum.  But Marty stopped when some of the guys
outside told us to hurry up; we stuffed our dicks into our pants.  We
walked off like we didn't even suspect that Alfred had been watching.

We were at our desk when Alfred came in, and he had to walk right by us.
Marty was watching him, and just as Alfred got even with us Marty reached
down and squeezed his dickie through his pants.  It was obvious he was
hard.

We got right to the barn after school.  I could tell Alfred was a little
nervous, because he knew that number three was going to be a real sex one.
Marty and I dropped our pants and underpants, and Alfred stared at our
dicks, both of them hard.  He reached down to touch his crotch, and we knew
he was thinking about how much bigger we were than he was.

"You got a nice dickie," I said to him.  And Marty agreed smiling.  "So,
what do you think of ours?"

"Uh... uh... good... they're big ones."  And he grinned.  They were
probably the first real stiffies Alfred had ever seen, other than his own.

"Pull your dickie out," I told him.  "Then, when you're doing what I tell
you, you can't touch yours at all."  He nodded that he understood.  "Okay,"
I said.  "Marty is the President, so he goes first.  I moved Marty right in
front of him.  "Now, Alfred, if you want to be a member of the Sex Club,
get on your knees and lick Marty's stiffie."

Alfred got right down on his knees, and Marty's hard dick was right in
front of his face.  He waited a minute, and I could tell his hands were
shaking.  Then he moved his face closer and quickly swiped his tongue
across Marty's dick.  He knelt back and looked up at Marty, then at me.  I
told him that wasn't really licking it, not like a member of the Sex Club
would lick a dick.  So he moved back and licked several times over Marty's
dickhead and the sides of his stiffie.

"Now, hold it in your hand," I told him, "and put it in your mouth.  Suck
on it, and keep sucking until I tell you to stop."

I thought he was going to say 'no' for a minute, and I could tell Marty
did, too.  Marty wasn't touching his dick, it started bobbing around a
little.  Alfred took a deep breath, reached out, and circled his hand
around it.  He sucked in his breath again, just looking at the dick in
front of his face.  And he slowly opened his mouth and put the dickhead in.
His eyes were big, and he looked up at Marty.

"Suck it, buddy."  Marty put his hand on Alfred's head and smiled.

Alfred's cheeks pulled in as he sucked for the first time.  He swallowed
and then sucked a few more times.  He looked up at me, and I motioned for
him to keep going.  He froze for a minute when Marty let out a groan.  I
told Alfred that meant he was doing good.  I could tell he was moving his
tongue around some, but I wasn't sure what he was doing with it.  But he
really got into it then and started sucking it faster.

When Marty pushed on his head a little, Alfred moved his lips down Marty's
stiffie, and he got the idea.  He was slowly moving his mouth up and down
the stiffie as he sucked, and Marty groaned again.  I motioned for Alfred
to go faster because I could tell Marty was going to cum soon.  I could see
his belly tense up like it always did.  I was ready when it started.

"Keep going, Alfred," I coaxed him.  "Don't stop until I tell you.  You're
doing great.  Listen to Marty groan; he loves it.  Keep going..."

Alfred's eyes were huge now, like he wasn't sure what was happening in his
mouth.

"Ahh... fuck yeaaaaaa..."  Marty started, and I knew his dick was dancing
around in Alfred's mouth.  He shoved his dick at the mouth sucking him so
hard I had to hold Alfred's shoulders to keep him from falling backwards.

"Keep going, Alfred!"

Marty finished and was panting hard.  "O fuck, little buddy," he said.  He
stroked Alfred's hair.  "That was fucking good!"

I told Alfred he could let Marty's dick go, and Marty's compliment made him
grin.  He looked over at my stiffie -- it was so hard it almost hurt -- and
I nodded.  Marty and I changed places, and Alfred didn't hesitate at all
this time.  He held my dick, licked my dickhead a few times, then sucked me
in and started working my dick over.  He was so excited I had to warn him
about keeping his teeth off.  He was sucking harder that I expected, and it
wasn't long before I was shoving my dick at him.

"Yeah, Eddie... fuck his face... fuck it in there..."  Marty's words only
made me more horny, and I moved a little faster.

"Shit, Alfred... ooooo shit... oooo fuck... make me do it... yeah suck
meeeee..."

And then I bucked hard into his lips once, froze as a great big twist
happened inside me, and moaned loudly as my dick throbbed against Alfred's
tongue.  I gave a long grunt and came so hard I had to hold Alfred's head
to keep him in place and on my dick.  And when it was done, I just sat back
onto the ground.

"Holy fuck!" I whispered.  "Marty, he's a great little cocksucker."

Alfred grinned and looked at me, sitting there with a satisfied dick, and
at Marty, standing there stroking another stiffie.  "Does that mean I'm
in?"

I nodded at Marty.  "Fuck yeah!" Marty said.

So that was how we got the first new member of our Sex Club.