Date: Mon, 7 Feb 2011 22:11:26 -0800 (PST)
From: ewk1970@sbcglobal.net
Subject: Learning My Vocation 6

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This chapter is for Jon.

After the sleepover at Warren's things pretty quickly settled into a
routine. I was servicing Jeff at least twice daily and he, in turn, was
fucking Warren every chance he got. Apparently Warren and his dad had a
pretty regular schedule as well. One of Jeff's favorite activities was to
fuck Warren while Warren and I were engaged in a hot and heavy 69. Just
like the night of his first fuck, Jeff would shoot a load into Warren's ass
and then watch while I sucked his cum out. He would then have me use my
mouth to clean off his tool. Sometimes that would be the end of it and
sometimes Jeff would be so turned on by the display of sluttiness between
the two of us that he would get hard all over again and fuck my face until
I was swallowing even more of his tasty cum.

I was enjoying the new relationship between me and Jeff and I could tell my
father was pleased with it as well. Of course, as far as I knew, he had no
idea what was contributing to the sudden change of heart between the two of
us. I started to worry that we were becoming too careless in our sexual
escapades and that we were going to be caught if we weren't more
careful. More than once I had brought Jeff to a soul-wrenching orgasm and,
when he started getting too loud, one of our parents shout at us from
another room telling us to keep it down. I don't know if Jeff's
overwhelming need to use me as a sperm bank was causing this lack of worry
or if he had some weird desire to get caught. I couldn't help wondering if
he was somewhat jealous of Warren's relationship with his father and if he
wanted to start similar with our own.

I didn't know where I stood in regard to our own dad getting involved in
this new world of sex play. I did love to play with Frank, Warren's dad,
but he wasn't my father. I just found I have thing for getting older guys
off. I'm not sure how I would react if I was looking up at my dad as he was
pumping my throat with cock and cum. Thinking about it made my dick rock
hard, but actually going through with it? It just seemed too strange for
words. Heck, I had never even seen my dad naked before!

I was also starting to miss my tearoom experiences. Yes, I had done some
more research online and had found out that a bathroom where one has sex is
called a "tearoom". I'm not quite sure why, but I kind of liked the sound
of it. I couldn't get out of my head how exciting it was to go down on
strange men in a public place. Plus, as much as I had fallen in love with
Jeff and Warren's cocks, I missed working my new found skills on adult
males. One month after my initial tearoom experience and I was climbing the
walls for some new, or at least older, cock to suck.

This got me thinking back to my first experience when I unknowingly sucked
off Reverend Johnson through a glory hole. I had, of course, seen the good
reverend a couple of times since then, most notably when I had joined him
another toilet stall and had shared a really powerful orgasm with him. I
had also seen him at church. Unfortunately, it was very crowded and I
wasn't able to get a single moment alone at him, but I did notice him
looking in my directions a couple of times and I could have sworn he winked
at me. I started wondering exactly what it was that Pastor Johnson got up
to during the week when he wasn't shepherding his flock. With Jeff and
Warren busy a soccer practice, I started contemplating riding over to the
church and paying him a visit.

Our church was a good ten miles from our house, but it was a nice late
spring afternoon, not too hot, and I didn't think I would mind the ride. If
he wasn't there then it would be no biggie because by the time I got home
my fuck buddies should be back from practice. But if he was there and he
was alone then I imagined he would amenable to some fun. I told my parents
I was going for a bike ride and that I'd be gone for a while. Since my dad
had been trying to get me to exercise more for months I didn't have any
problems with taking off on my bike.

I changed my clothes and put on a pair of low hanging basketball shorts and
a sleeveless t-shirt. I really liked the feel of the wind under my arms in
warm weather and the baggy basketball shorts showed off my hairy legs and
let my balls hang free. I got my bike out of the garage and started making
my way towards the church. My fat ass hung off the back of the bike, but
for the first time I kind of liked the feel of the small seat poking at my
backside. I could feel every bump pressing against my hole and not for the
first time did I wonder how it would feel to get a cock crammed into my
ass. Warren was sent into dizzying orgasms every time Jeff invaded his poop
shoot and it made me think that I should be giving it a try pretty soon. I
was still feeling ambivalent about it, but my curiosity was starting to
bring me around.

It took me about an hour and a half to reach the church. There was a
residence next to the church that was reserved for the pastor. I parked my
bicycle behind the church, locked it up, and made my way along the path
between the church and Reverend Johnson's residence. Although he had a
front door, I decided to go up to the side door instead, thus minimizing
the chance that someone might see me going in and wondering what the heck I
was doing there. I saw the Pastor's car in the drive way behind the house,
so at least I knew he was home.

I walked up to the side door and tentatively knocked at his door. I waited
a couple of minutes and, when there was no immediate answer, I tried
knocking again, this time with a little more force. I tried looking in
through the window next to the door, but it was covered by heavy curtains
and I couldn't even see any vague shapes through it. I nearly jumped out of
my skin with the sound of the door suddenly swinging open. There stood
Pastor Johnson, looking flushed and sweaty, clutching a cotton bathrobe
closed.

We both stood there staring at each other for a moment. We wore identical
looks of surprise, but then Reverend Johnson broke out into a horny grin
when he realized who was standing at his side door. He took a quick look
around, as if making sure the coast was clear, he then opened his storm
door and invited me inside.

"Well, hello there, Peter," he said jovially, "What brings you here today?"

"Uh...I didn't have anything to do this afternoon and I was riding my bike
around and, well, I just ended up here," I said, lamely.

The Pastor chuckled, "I understand completely, my boy, and it is very good
to see you," he continued, "You, uh, didn't mention to anyone else that you
might be stopping by the parish, did you?"

"No sir, "I said, "Like I was telling you, I was just riding by and I
thought I would stop and say hi."

"You are always welcome to stop by, Peter, but I have to warn you that I do
have some company right now," he said, letting his robe fall partially open
and exposing his hairy chest and a flash of his cock, "Would you like to
meet some of my friends?"

I looked at him doubtfully, but nodded my head in the affirmative. He
looked completely innocent, but I could tell he was planning something. We
stood in silence for a moment, both of us sizing up the other's intent,
when we were interrupted by a deep, gravelly voice coming from deeper in
the house.

"Hey, Jon, what's the hold up? You really left us hanging...oh! I had no
idea you invited someone in!"

I recognized the gentleman standing in the Pastor's hallway immediately. It
was Mr. Stroshine, another member of the church. He attended services every
Sunday along with his extended, all of whom were also members of the
church. I went to school with his two sons, Ed and David. Mr. Stroshine was
a tall and strapping man, with a big barrel chest, a rounded beer belly,
and a big ass. He must have stood at over six feet tall and he was even
more impressive looking standing there in a pair of tight fitting blue
jeans and no shirt on. His chest was covered in deep red, shaggy fur and
his nipples were erect and a bright pink color. His skin was milky white
and his arms looked huge and powerful. Mr. Stroshine was a building
contractor and he made a living using his muscles. His eyes were green and
he had a full reddish brown beard framing his handsome face. I could tell
from the way he was walking that he had quite an erection stuck in his
pants.

"Sorry, Dan, but Peter was in the neighborhood and decided to stop by for a
little visit," he continued, "You remember me mentioning Peter to you?"

Mr. Stroshine, or Dan, looked confused for a second and then his face lit
up in understanding. "Is this the kid you were telling me and Augie about?"

"Why, yes, Dan, He's the one," Pastor Johnson said innocently.

I have to admit that I was a little freaked out at this point. I tried to
keep my face carefully neutral, but I'm afraid a bit of anxiety was
starting to leak through. Why would Pastor Johnson have said anything to
Mr. Stroshine about me? And what was he doing here half naked? I know I was
being naïve, but I was just that shocked at how this particular situation
was turning out.

The reverend must have realized what I was thinking, because he stepped
next to me while allowing his robe to open completely, exposing his half
hard prick. He put his arm around my shoulder, squeezing it slightly, and
said, "Now don't be angry, Peter, but Mr. Stroshine is a very close friend
of mine and I mentioned something about the fun we had together a couple of
weeks ago. Mr. Stroshine, and his brother Augie, join me occasionally for
some of the same kind of hijinks."

I must have looked stunned at the revelation because Pastor Johnson and
Mr. Stroshine burst into laughter. I looked down while they chuckled and my
gaze was drawn to Pastor Johnson's penis which was bouncing up and down in
time with his belly laugh.

"Yeah, kid, we get up to all sorts of fun," Mr. Stroshine said with a
smile, "and from what I've heard from Jon and what I can see in your eyes
now it's the same kind of fun that you are into as well."

"Are you interested in hanging out with us for a while and joining in,
Peter?" the pastor asked, "There's always room for another friend to join
in with our games."

I had regained my equilibrium by this point and I started to completely
grasp the implications of today's events. I guess I knew that the pastor
liked to fool around with guys, but I never expected that he did it with
other parishioners. After tearing myself away from Reverend Johnson's
delicious-looking genitals, I took a closer look at Mr. Stroshine and
realized how badly I wanted to run my fingers through his body hair and I
got an erection of my own just wondering what his cock looked like. Judging
by the growing bulge, it was going to be my biggest find yet!

"What's taking you guys so long?" another voice called out from the room
where Mr. Stroshine had come from, "I ain't got all day and I'm dripping
away here."

Joining us in the living room was Dan Stroshine's younger brother,
Augie. While Dan was around 40, Augie was in his late 20's. From what I
could tell from the adult conversations I had half-heartedly eavesdropped
on, Augie was sort of the black sheep of the Stroshine family. He had the
same red hair as most of the other men in the clan had, but he was shorter
and fatter than the other guys. He wore his hair long, but instead of it
hanging down, it grew up and out, giving him a halo of bright red
hair. Augie was completely naked and his fat 6" cock was leading his way
down the hallway, barely ahead of his big belly. He had a cock that looked
swollen with anger when hard and he was also uncut. I had never seen an
uncut cock in person before and my fingers open and closed reflexively,
hoping that they would soon have a hold of it. While Dan's chest was large
and protruding, it was still made up of mostly muscle.  Augie's had man
boobs that looked soft and suckable, especially considering that he was
covered in just as much hair as his brother. Augie also had a look of
surprise on his face when he saw it was me standing there.

"Don't tell me, Jon, this is the little slut you had your bit of bathroom
fun with at the soccer game," Augie bemusedly said.

"Why, yes, Augie he is indeed," Pastor Jon frowned, "But I don't think he
appreciates being called a 'little slut'."

I don't know why I spoke up, but I couldn't stop myself. I said, proudly,
"That's okay, Reverend, I don't mind being called a 'slut'. It is kinda
true, after all," I finished lamely.

Reverend Jon's arm tightened on my shoulder and a look of...(what?
Embarrassment? Shame? ) ...passed over his face. Augie's grin widened and
he walked over until he stood, towering above me, and looked down.

"That's good...Pete, right?"  He asked, "It's good that you know young what
ya like and what you are good for."

Augie moved a bit closer and his erect cock was suddenly right in front of
my face. He wasn't lying when he said he was dripping. His cock looked rock
hard and there were beads of moisture forming at his piss slit and then
slowly rolling down his shaft. The head of his meat was half covered by his
foreskin, which looked like a delicate piece of flesh-colored lace adoring
his crown. Besides the copious amount of precum, the head of his cock also
looked slimy from some other kind of moisture. The smell coming from it was
strong and unlike anything I had ever experienced before. I could feel my
mouth starting to water and I could barely hold myself back from taking a
taste.

"Now, Augie, we don't scare the boy," Pastor Jon warned.

"He don't look scared to me, Jon," Augie laughed, "He looks horny as
Hell. Look at how he's staring at my cock. You like my cock, boy? You want
to try a taste of it?"

Before the Pastor could reply, I spoke up and said, "Yes sir, I'd really
like to taste your cock."

I looked up at Pastor Johnson for a silent confirmation. He looked back at
me and there seemed to be a war between nervousness and excitement lighting
up his eyes. He licked his lips and glanced back to Augie.

Augie was smirking. He said, "Well, all right, kid...step right up and get
to work!"

I fell to my knees in front of him until I realized that he was just tall
enough that I would have to go up on one knee. Before I adjusted my
position, I pushed my nose into his hairy testicles and took a deep whiff
of his manly scent. His balls felt slightly damp, as if someone had been
sucking on them only moments before. I moved my nose up his sack and
started dragging my tongue along the same path. It was then I realized what
the scent was. Augie's balls were sweating. As his hard cock bounced off
the bridge of my nose I realized that I was licking the sweat of this
dude's balls. And the sharp, tangy taste of them was driving me wild. It
was covering my nose and marking me with its scent.

With my head already spinning, I started moving up his cock, licking and
probing with my tongue. His dick smelled even better than his balls. It was
a sweeter smell which, strangely enough, smelled sweatier. It was so fat
and stiff. I nibbled at the shaft with my lip-covered teeth. I licked the
slightly sticky dried precum that had seeped from his cockhead. I was
consciously holding myself back from the foreskin. I wanted so badly to
take that extra skin, that skin that looked so soft and silky, and worry it
with my teeth, poke at it with my tongue, but I also wanted to control that
want, use it to up the ante.  It was useful for teasing Augie as well. I
did want his cock, but I additionally wanted to see him squirm. I know it
sounds crazy, but at that point I knew I was a cumpig. This was before I
even knew what that word was. I wanted to feel this fat guy's cock
penetrate deep into my throat and I wanted to suck all the juicy fluids I
could from his nuts. Furthermore, my attention was drawn towards making it
the best blowjob it could for him. I knew event hen that the longer I could
draw it out then the bigger my creamy reward would be.

There was something about Augie, however, that struck a different cord in
me. The other two, Pastor Jon and Dan, were clearly adults. They were my
dad's age (or older). Augie looked and acted a lot younger than my dad. To
me, having sex with Augie wasn't that much different than fooling around
with my brother. His cocky attitude was so irritating to me that I really
needed to drive him crazy back. I wanted him to watch a 12-year old boy
sucking his cock better than anyone had before. I wished nothing more than
to have him begging for the chance to nut in my mouth. My decision made, I
set diligently about my work.

I attacked his foreskin like it was a piece of raw meat. I had never played
with one before, so I wasn't sure how rough I could get with it. After a
couple of minutes I had the parameters pretty well. Augie's foreskin was so
long that it could completely cover his cock when he was hard. I pulled his
hood up and took the head of his cock into my mouth. It was so fat that I
had to really stretch my mouth open to get it in, at least without
inadvertently skinning back his foreskin. I sucked at the foreskin-covered
head and I marveled at the new rich fleshy texture. I pulled up and tickled
at the puckered end of his foreskin. A clear drop of goo oozed out and I
lapped it up. It tasted like the sea, heavy and salty.

I wanted more of that heavy flavor so I used my lips to skin back the
foreskin. His cockhead was glistening with juice. At first I just ran my
tongue over it. As soon as I would get it clean, another glop of precum
would come bubbling up. I moved my tongue to his quivering piss slit. I dug
into the fleshy hole.  I worked my tongue as deep as I could without
hurting him. His man juice was thick and heavy on the tip of my tongue. I
worked at that tiny slit with my rapier-like tongue.

"Yessssssssss!" hissed Augie and I felt his two ham hock hands close down
on my head.

He started moving his hips and rubbing his cockhead all over my mouth,
chin, and nose. I could feel him smearing the precum all over my cheeks and
I darted out my tongue as quickly as possible to catch a taste whenever it
went by my lips. I wanted that cock in my mouth, but he was holding my
desires in abeyance. He ran his fingers through my hair and, using it as a
handle, totally controlled my head's movement. I had never been held so
roughly before by one of my men. It was new feeling for me and I greeted it
at least partially with a stab of fear. My eyes widened as his cock bobbed
menacingly inches from my face. I realized I was fighting his control
without even thinking about it. I was following some base animal desire.

It immediately made me think of how, only a few years ago, I would throw
temper tantrums that would drive my parents to distraction. I would pitch
into a screaming rage at the least little thing. After consulting with a
therapist, my dad handled the situation by putting me in my room and
sitting on the floor while blocking the doorway. Whenever I would try to
get past him he would hold up his beefy arm and stop me from leaving the
room. He would do it in the least violent way possible. He wasn't attacking
or grappling with me, just stopping me from leaving. I would rage against
him for the longest time until something would just give out in me and I
would relax and fall asleep. It was this same feeling of submission hat I
was feeling now with Augie. I couldn't win in a contest of strength against
him. My only option was to submit.

Once I realized this I simply let my head fall slack. I stopped fighting to
get to his dick and just patiently sat there waiting to give him his
pleasure. I have no idea how long the struggle went on, but it was long
enough for the Pastor and Dan to lose their remaining clothes. They were
standing on either side of Augie, stroking their cocks slowly and watching
the action between the two of us. Augie had a serious look on his face as
he glared down at me and then the smirk played along his lips again.

"That's a good boy," he crooned, "Gotta teach you some manners. Understand
something, kid; you are now officially the low man on the totem pole
here. That means you are anybody's meat. That makes you the bottom boy and
your only job is to get everyone else off. I've been bottom boy for a while
now and I'm glad to see there's someone else younger to take my place."

At that he shifted his grip so that one of his hands held my forehead and
the other one held my chin. He pried open my jaws and started inserting the
head of his cock into my mouth. My tongue instinctively unwrapped for this
new visitor. He took his hand off my forehead and skinned his own cock down
as it entered my face. His cock juices were spread over the roof of my
mouth and I messaged the underside of his shaft with my tongue. I fastened
my lips around him about halfway down and turned on the suction. I could
tell right away that I wasn't going to be able to take the whole thing, at
least not and have any room to move around my tongue.

Augie seemed to realize this immediately and started to slowly work that
top half in and out of my mouth. I took a quick look at him and his eyes
were closed and his head was tilted up. I glanced sideways and the other
two were still watching, but they had stopped playing with themselves. I
guessed they were that close to cumming. Augie's cock was achingly good. He
was taking the down stroke a little farther, a little harder on each
successive plunge. My mouth was good and slippery at this point and I had
already started dribbling down my chin. I heard some weird sound and, with
a start, I realized it was me. I was mewling and moaning around this fat
piece of meat shoved into my mouth.

"Mmmmmmm...I like it when they talk with their mouths full," Augie sneered,
"Feels like it is tickling along the edge of my cock."

I was once more becoming overwhelmed with sensation. The sights, the
sounds, the smells, I was on sensory overload. I began frantically working
at Augie's cock. I let him gag with his meat, forcing my throat to stretch
so as to accommodate his girth. His head popped down my throat and he
grunted. His big belly was pressed into my face with every thrust and I
could feel the hirsute wetness against my forehead. We were both pouring
with sweat by this point and it was like the ultimate stimulus for me.

"Jesus Fucking Christ, kid!" he bellowed, "You are going to make me pop!
You, hot little fucker, get ready for a heavy load!"

Augie thrust once, then twice, and then he pulled his cock all the way back
until only half of his head remained between my lips. He resumed his tight
grip on my head and, with a grunt and a strangled cry, began unloading a
stream of hot jizz into my mouth. I thought I was ready for the deluge, but
within seconds I was drowning in semen. I started swallowing frantically,
gulping down his creamy goodness. It spilled down my chin and onto my
t-shirt. Through the whole spurting mess Augie held onto my head and
laughed.

Once he had pretty much finished shooting his load, he sank his cock all
the way back into my throat. I could still feel his dick oozing sperm and
it made it easier for him to continue to fuck my face. This went on for a
few minutes, this loving and tender embrace. He fucked my mouth so calmly
and so gently, letting me take my time cleaning off his magnificent
tool. He looked down over his belly and beamed at me as he took out his
soft cock and let go off my head.

"Nice work, kid," he said affably, "Keep it up and you'll go far."

Augie gave me a light smack on the cheek and stepped back, flopping onto a
nearby chair. Pastor Jon and Dan took their places in front of me. Both of
their cocks were at full mast and throbbing. Dan's cock was almost a carbon
copy of his brother's, except that he was cut. I was sitting back on my
knees looking up at the looming boners swaying in front of my face.

Pastor Jon said, "Look at all of the cum he missed, Dan."

"Yeah. That looks like one sloppy hole we'll be using, Jon. Why don' we
help the poor boy clean up a little before we start," Dan grinned.

Dan stepped forward and brought his thick tool to my face. He rubbed the
head of his cock through Augie's sperm that was still dripping from my
chin. Once the head of his dick was covered in his brother's goo, he moved
it up to my mouth. My lips parted and I started slurping the cooling globs
of cum off the head of his cock. Pastor Jon gasped a bit and then got with
the program. He joined Dan in scooping up the copious load from my chin and
my t-shirt. They took turns sticking their sticky cocks into my mouth and I
did my duty by cleaning them off. I loved the taste of Augie's sperm and I
couldn't imagine a better way to have the dregs fed to me.

When the sperm was pretty much all cleaned away the two of them stood
there, hip to hip, and let me go from one cock to the other. I had never
had more than one cock in front of me for servicing at a time and it was
very exciting. I glanced up at my two studs and they were both engaged in a
deep throat kiss while I worked over their swollen manhoods. I pressed the
heads of their cocks together and ran my tongue over both of them at the
same time. I tried to get both of them into my mouth at once, but they were
just too fat. I deep throated Pastor Jon's cock to the root, swallowing the
head and squeezing it tight with my throat muscles while Dan rubbed his
cock over my wet cheeks. I took long strokes with my tongue up and down
Dan's dick and then plunged down its length until my face was shoved deep
into his pubes. They smelled warm and manly and I was thoroughly enjoying
his meat lodged in my gullet.  Both men were getting close to the point of
no return. Pastor Jon was muttering to himself softly and Dan's face had a
look of almost panic while he desperately began mouth fucking the slutty
12-year old in front of him. I could only imagine that he was thinking of
his own teenage sons and what they would look like on their knees while
swallowing their dad's pride and joy. I was switching between both cocks
every couple of minutes, fucking my throat onto their fleshy lances,
corkscrewing up the shaft on the dismount. Every time I thought Pastor Jon
or Dan was going to nut, I would pull off their cocks, give them a tight
squeeze, and then move over to the next one.

This went on for several minutes. Both men were making choked sounds and
their legs were trembling.  Dan would tense up and I would feel his balls
draw up which would cause me to stop my heavy sucking, slow down, and start
gently lapping at the shaft. I would do the same thing to Pastor Jon and he
would whimper and catch his breath. Both men were feeling the tight, hot
wetness of my mouth and they were both ready to drown me in their baby
batter.

"Oh Dear God, please make me cum, my son," Pastor Jon begged.

His voice was so pitiful and such a turn on that I couldn't resist him
anymore. I went to town on his cock and I pulled out all stops in order to
get his thick load. I plunged down over and over on his steely pole,
impaling myself on all of that hard flesh. Pastor Jon's cock punched into
my throat and I could feel the head get fatter and harder as he neared his
climax. Pastor Jon's breathing became hoarse and I repositioned myself so
that he couldn't just shoot his load down my throat. I wanted to taste his
hot jizz and not waste a single drop of it.

"Here it comes! Here it comes," He was shouting, "Oh Lord, forgive me! Eat
my cum, Peter!"

The head of his cock, engorged with blood, pulsed twice and then
exploded. His cum coated the inside of my mouth. My cheeks puffed out at
the volume of semen spilling out from Pastor Jon's cock. His cum was thick
and soupy and I loved musky flavor. I allowed his cock back into my throat
which helped push a good deal of his scum down into my belly. My face was
felt flush and once again I arrived at a moment of such sexual urgency that
I didn't want it to end. I wanted this fleshy fountain of fluid to continue
to pump into my mouth forever.

I was carefully nursing on the Pastor's deflating penis when I felt hands
encircling me from behind. Augie had positioned himself on the floor behind
me and was kissing my neck and licking up the stray bits of cum that had
dripped out of my mouth while running his hands up my t-shirt. His fingers
felt magic, kneading my husky frame and eventually making their way to my
nipples. No one had ever touched me this way before and my cock got even
harder in my shorts. Augie had one hand cranking my hard nipple while the
other thrust into my shorts and started massaging my dick through my
underwear.

"He's a firecracker, ain't he?" Augie leered, "We need to get some clamps
on these nipples. Let's get his clothes off."

Pastor Jon took a deep breath and disengaged his cock from my still
grasping mouth. Pastor Jon looked a little out of it and he backed away and
sat down in the overstuffed chair that Augie had been using to recuperate
in. Augie took this as his cue to get my t-shirt off and, while he worked
at my pants, Dan stepped up to the plate and presented his impressive cock
to me. I didn't even give it a thought. I just opened my mouth and slid
down all of that hairy and hard length.

Meanwhile, Augie had gotten my pants off and was playing with my now
exposed boner. He masturbated me expertly while he got a close up view of
me sucking his older brother's cock. I admit that I was starting to
physically get a little tired and so I redoubled my efforts to get Dan's
nut. Augie seemed to realize my little plan and, with a horny grin, moved
forward and started licking and sucking on his brother's balls. The effect
on Dan was immediate and profound. He started huffing and puffing while
jabbing away at my mouth with short and sharp movements. His big hands
found the backs of both my head and Augie's. I caught his eyes while he
fucked my face and he had a look of such happiness and contentment that it
made me warm inside.

"Awww, Augie, you little pervert bastard! You know what sucking on my balls
does to me," Dan gasped, "Shit! I'm feeding a fucking little kid my cum..."

I didn't hear the rest because I was too busy concentrating on the volume
of semen that flowed out of his cock and down my throat. I took it all and
I loved it. I drank down his sweet sperm like it was a tasty milkshake. I
could feel it going down into my stomach and sloshing around with the rest
of the cum I had been fed over the last hour. I swallowed and swallowed and
swallowed again and the flow just seemed to go on and on. I finally had to
pull off or I was going to choke on his salty goodness.

His cock was down to oozing when I pulled off and Augie chuckled softly and
grabbed Dan's cock and popped it in his mouth for the cleanup. He moaned
like a whore while he dusted of the head of his big brother's cock. I bowed
my head to catch my breath and let some of the remaining seed and saliva
drip out of my mouth and into my bush, coating my dick and nuts. Augie
noticed what I had done and spit out Dan's cock and dove down for mine.

Then it was my turn to moan as Augie worked my 4 1/2 incher with renewed
vigor. He was licking and sucking off his brother's excess cum while doing
a dance with his tongue over my sensitive crotch. It only took a couple of
minutes to get me off, but it felt like hours as the warm press of his lips
and tongue played over my cock. I shot my adolescent load into his waiting
mouth and he greedily gobbled it down.  My nuts churned and ached as they
pumped out more cum than ever before. I was breathing heavily and holding
onto Augie's head tight as I thrust into his wet mouth until I couldn't
stand it anymore and pushed him away.

I collapsed backward and I think that I lost consciousness for a moment. I
was floating away on a cloud of pure pleasure. As I slowly came back into
awareness I realized that I was coated in sweat and dried cum. I felt
blissed out and wondered if this was the feeling people experienced when
they got high on drugs. I was satiated for the moment, but I could feel my
hunger just out of reach deep inside me, waiting for the moment when it
could be unleashed. I lay there on the comfy rug and looked around at my
erstwhile compatriots. All three of them were scattered across the living
room in various stages of consciousness seemingly lost in their own private
thoughts. I reflected on how much pleasure the four of us had shared
between us today and I wondered what kind of activities would be performed
in the future. I wondered where my newfound obsession would lead me and
what other pleasures were lying in wait. I thought about cocks and cum and
naked hairy bodies and the thoughts made me feel warm and safe. I pushed
those thoughts of the future aside and just decided to enjoy this single
wonderful moment.

TO BE CONTINUED...