Date: Fri, 14 Oct 2011 15:47:11 -0700 (PDT)
From: Richard Stuffer <cockstuffer50@yahoo.com>
Subject: Uncle-Bob/beginnings-5, Pt 1

This work is pure fiction and does not relate to actual people, places or
events. This story describes juvenile and mature sex among males. Read at
our own pleasure or risk.  Comments/feedback welcome at
cockstuffer50@yahoo.com

Beginnings-5, pt 1

Well, once more it felt like it was taking forever to find out when Max,
Mike and I could play together again. Then again, youngster that I was,
there were times an hour felt like a day, a day like a week, and a week
like a year. This was one of those times.  I had seen Max at school doing
his janitor's (he called it 'custodian') duties but often couldn't get to
talk to him. When I was able to talk to him, he would say that we couldn't
play that day because of some reason or another.  I was feeling very
disappointed and started to wonder if Max didn't like me anymore.

This 'forever' period turned out to a bit more than two weeks in actual
time. Luckily, during this two-week hiatus from games with Max I had found
another man to play with.  I remembered much of what I had seen Max and
Mike do to each other the last time.  So, when Alec (separate installment)
asked me to do some of the same things to him, my tingly feeling increased
and I agreed. I found out that men like to do a lot of things besides
stroke their cocks. I didn't understand why it meant so much to them since
I had not thought of those body parts for tingly feelings on myself. It
sure seemed to make them happy when I played with the various parts they
requested. I had learned by this time that the sounds of moans and groans
and the gyrating and writhing were expressions of pleasure on their part. I
noticed that when they made these sounds and movements of pleasure it
increased my tingly feeling all over me. When Alec wrote his phone number
on a piece of paper I stuck it in my underwear so I wouldn't lose it or
have it discovered by my mom when she cleaned out and packed my rucksack
for school the next day. That night, before my bath I tucked the slip of
paper in one of my comic books.  Alec said he wanted us to play again and I
certainly did, too!

After about two and a half weeks since I last saw Max (with Mike, previous
installment), I saw Max in the hallway as he was finishing up his duties
for the day.  We started talking and Max seemed like his old self. Finally,
Max broached the subject of our next playtime.

"So Phil, it has been a bit crazy around here, lately.  I know we haven't
had much time together to 'talk' like we like to do.  Do you think you
might want to talk sometime this week....maybe tomorrow or Friday?  I have
missed our times together, little buddy" Max said, after he made certain no
one was in the hallway to overhear us even though he was speaking barely
above a whisper.

I guess I was a bit mad at Max for not having talked to me much in the past
two weeks or mentioning our game and when we might play next.  Petulant is
the word adults would use, but of course I didn't know that word at the
time. I wanted to see what would happen, so I responded "Gee, I don't know
Max.  You know I have after-care every day.  I've been there every day
since the last time we played (with his friend Mike, earlier installment.)
I like spending time with my friend in after-care.  I don't know if I want
to miss playing with my friend on Friday" I said.

Max had a sad expression on his face and I hoped it was from disappointment
that I couldn't play. I felt sad but a bit powerful that I could make Max
feel sad.  In my juvenile mind, his saddened expression meant that I meant
something to him.

"But you like playing our game, don't you, Phil?  You liked the game we
played with Mike last time, didn't you?  I don't expect you to pass up your
time with your friends in after-care but I thought you and I were
buddies. As buddies I thought we would play our game when we could.  But I
guess if you're no longer interested in playing our game then so be it! I
am sorry to hear that you have lost interest, Phil.  I really am sorry that
we won't play our games anymore" Max said.  When he started speaking he
spoke low and as he went on his voice became stronger and firmer almost as
if he were getting angry.

The look of disappointment and the words Max said made me feel bad.  I like
Max and liked our game together and liked it when Mike was there, too. I
said, "Max, I will find a way to come and play with you on Friday.  I will
tell my best friend that my mom and I have an appointment and that she will
be taking me so I can't go to after-care.  Instead, I will come and play
with you. Okay, Max?  Is that okay?" I asked.

Max seemed to brighten up and said, "Oh, that'll be fine, little buddy.  I
have missed our playtime together.  I am glad you decided you wanted to
play.  Do you want me to ask Mike if he'd like to join us or would you
rather it be just the two of us?  You call the shots, Phil.  Whatever you
want" Max said.

"Oh that will be great.  Mike can come too, if he wants.  It will be fun
and maybe I can watch you two play and maybe play with you this time.  Do
you think Mike will mind?  Do you want to ask him?  If he can't come than
it will just be me and you, Max.  Either the three of us or the two I know
our game will be fun" I exclaimed.

"Okay then, Phil.  I will call Mike and see if he wants to join us.  If I
don't see you again between now and Friday come to my office the way I
showed you.  You and I will have fun, whether or not Mike comes.  I am
looking forward to Friday.  I can't wait!" Max said eagerly.

Again it seemed to take forever for Friday to arrive. I was eager to play
our game again.  I hoped Mike would come, too, because I liked watching
Mike and Max play together.  I also liked seeing the adult men naked with
their hairy bodies and big cocks and balls (the words Max taught me)
swinging as they moved and played.  I was planning to do more play with Max
than I had the last time we were together alone, but thought it might be
fun to play with both adult men if Mike came, too.  In a way, I hoped Mike
would come and join us.

Finally, Friday arrived. I had seen Max during the day and he said that he
couldn't wait for our playtime. I had told my friend about my appointment
and that I would be leaving with my mom and not join him in after-care.  He
said he would tell his mom not to wait for me. At the end of our school day
I found the door Max had shown me to get into the basement. I should have
been surprised it wasn't locked.  Anyway, I remembered walking straight
through the basement until coming to another stairway at the far end. I
took the stairs to the upper floor and arrived in that corridor which
contained Max's office.

I walked to the door but couldn't turn the knob.  I knocked but heard
nothing. Where was Max?  Suddenly, I heard footsteps approaching and saw
Max walking towards me. He smiled and said that he looked for me and
finally figured he'd wait for me here.  I could see he was happy to see me.

I was a bit disappointed that Mike wasn't with Max. I didn't let my letdown
show on my face cause I didn't want Max to become mad or sad. I was glad
our playtime was about to begin. In my mind and dreams, I'd replay all I'd
seen and heard with Max and Mike in our previous play sessions. Every time
I would remember how we'd played I would get that tingly feeling which I'd
come to like so much. I would replay in my memory the sounds and sights of
Max's and Mike's bodies and the looks of their chests and bellies and
nipples and cock and balls (all the grown-up names for these parts that I'd
learned from Max.)  Just thinking about these sights made me want to play
again but Max and I couldn't always play as often as I would like.

Whenever it seemed like we would play again soon, I became tingly at just
the thought of it.  At my young age at this time, I didn't realize that I
was turned on by older men.  Since we'd begun our games (Max and I, and
then later with Mike) I started noticing older men more often everywhere I
went. Not all, but many, of these older men would cause that tingly feeling
inside me. I didn't understand why they caused the tingly feeling but I
liked it, all the same. So, anytime it seemed like Max and I, and Mike too,
could play together I was very eager for our playtime.  Max had shown me so
much and answered any questions I asked him. I'd remember Max for my whole
life because he taught me the facts of life at a very young age. I never
looked back on my times with Max and Mike and felt exploited or used in any
way. I was never forced to do anything I didn't want to do. Both Max and
Mike were really nice guys who opened a whole new world of play for
me. Anytime we played, whether the three of us or just me and Max together,
I always enjoyed the sights, sounds and smells of adult male bodies and
would get that tingly feeling that I liked so much.

So here we were again outside Max's office ready to begin a fourth play
session. I'd wished Mike were with us too but didn't say that to Max. Max
then took his key and unlocked the door and motioned for me to walk inside.
It looked just like it always did. The same furniture in the same place. It
had a familiar feel to it that made me feel at home.

Max said, "Sit down, Phil.  Make yourself comfortable. How about a soda?",
he asked somewhat louder than he needed to, for some reason.  Just then I
hear the toilet flush and realized that someone was in the bathroom.  I
never thought what some of the doors in Max's office were for but found out
about one of them this time. I nodded my head yes to the soda as I looked
at the door where the flushing sound came from. Max went to his little cube
refrigerator to get my soda, and just then the door to the bathroom opened
and out walked Mike.

I couldn't contain my glee at seeing Mike there. I smiled brightly and ran
over to Mike and hugged him around his thighs. Mike was surprised by my
glee and enthusiasm and kind of bent his body forward a bit at the waist. I
realized later that this was an instinctual reaction by men to prevent
injury to their crotches. Mike hugged me lightly around the shoulders as I
buried my face into his boxer shorts which was all that he was wearing at
this time.  I thought I smelled a slight odor of piss as I hugged Mike with
my head against his boxer shorts.  He chuckled a bit and tousled my hair as
I had my head against the front of his boxer shorts.  He picked me up in
his arms and held me to his right side so our faces were level. My bare
lower legs were pressed against the side of his belly and his chest.  His
skin felt smooth through the hair and the hair felt slightly ticklish to
me. I noticed my knee was against his right nipple.  It was a bright sunny
day outside so it was nicely lighted in Max's office.  When I saw Mike's
nipple up close and moved my knee a bit, I saw fully how big around it was
and how pink.  Also, the nib seemed bigger than I remembered but felt
surprisingly soft against my knee.

Mike said, "Hey Phil, buddy.  I am happy to see you again. When Max called
and asked if I wanted to visit today, and told me you'd be here, I couldn't
say 'no'.  I remember how much fun the three of us had the last time. I
hope you are looking for the same type of fun this time, Phil.  I sure am!
I want us to have fun like we did before.  Are you interested in having the
same fun we had once before, Phil?" he asked.

"Oh yes, Mike. I want to have fun like last time. I want to play with the
two of you instead of just watching like last time. Can the three of us
play together this time, Mike?" Before Mike could answer, I turned my head
to Max and asked him as well, "Max, can all three of us play together this
time?  I want to try some of the things you two did the last time.  Is that
all right, Max? Can we, huh?" I asked eagerly.

Mike kind of murmured a 'Mmmmmmmm' just as Max said, "Sure, Phil. We can
play however you want. You be the boss.  You tell us what you want us to do
and we will do it, right Mike?  This game is for all three of us to
enjoy. You be the game-master Phil, and Mike and I will be your game
pieces. You tell us what to do and we'll do it. Ain't that right, Mike?"
asked Max.

"Sure,Phil.  I'd like that. I am sure Max will like it, too!  You watched
the last time we played.  Now, you can tell us how to play and make us do
whatever you want.  It should be more fun, Phil, with you telling us what
to do, or doing what you want with us.  Just the thought of it is getting
me excited" said Mike. Since Mike was still holding me and my vision was
obstructed I couldn't seem the mound forming in his boxer shorts below my
line of vision.

Mike then put me down and stood there in just his boxer shorts which I now
noticed had a slight mound in them. Max was off to my left standing there
in his uniform with my soda in his hand.

Max said, "Okay, Phil, what do you want us to do first?"  I took the soda
can in my hand after Max popped it open. Then as Max reached into the
little fridge to get out two beers I said, " Max, I want you to take off
your uniform. I want you to be only in your underwear like Mike is.  I want
you both to sit on the sofa."

Max popped open both bottles of beer and handed one to Mike.  After taking
a sip, Max started undoing his shoe laces and took off his shoes and socks
and placed them aside.  The he fully unbuttoned his shirt to reveal his
heavily haired chest with the dark brown-black and grey hair all over
it. Right then, my tingly feeling increased. He pulled his unbuttoned shirt
out of his pants and placed it aside with the other stuff.  Then he undid
his belt, unsnapped the waistband of his pants, and pulled the zipper
down. He lowered the pants to his ankles and stepped out of them. Max was
wearing some skimpy white briefs that didn't have a fly in them. The
material seemed to be thin since I could some of his skin color showing
through the sides and the darkness in the middle of them.  Max stood in
front of me and said, "Now what?"

I told them I wanted them to sit on the sofa.  They sat down with Max on my
right as they faced me.  I stood in front of them and looked over their
bodies side by side.  Max's chest was so hairy across the top and most of
his belly that you could hardly see skin color through it. The forest of
his chest hair made his pink nipples more conspicuous.  Mike, on my left,
was a different story. Although his chest was hairy it was nowhere near as
hairy as Max's. Mike's chest hair was spread across the top past his
nipples but was less thick so you could see skin all through the hair.  His
spread tapered to a sort of line about 2 inches across and ran down his
belly over his belly button and below where it spread again. All through
these hairy spots, you could see Mike's skin.  The hair seemed to get
thicker as it disappeared beneath the waistband of his shorts.

My tingly feeling increased as I stood there looking at these two men in
only their skivvies. My eyes kept roaming over their chests and
bellies. Both chests were sexy and made me tingly as I continued to look
and, unknowingly, compare the differences between them and what I liked
about each. Max's carpet of chest hair always made me tingle, even more so
when I caught a whiff of that manly hair smell.  Mike's chest made me
tingle because of the hair and how differently shaped his chest was from
Max's.  Mike's chest was bigger, rounder and wider than Max's. Mike is what
you call a beefy, big-boned kind of guy. Max was shorter than Mike but was
by no means a `twink' in his physique.  Max had more of an average build,
closer to my dad's while Mike's build was closer to that of my uncle Bob
(previous installments.)

Ever since Max had answered all my questions about different parts of a
man's body, what they're called; what they do or don't do; and how they
make you feel; I became more interested in them. Max had said that as I
grew up I would become more aware of these body parts and the feelings they
would give me. For now, I looked at the two naked men and reveled in seeing
them sitting there just for me. I looked from Max's hairy chest and his
nipples, and compared them to Mike's.  Both sets of nipples were a nice
pink color...much like the color of their lips. Seeing them side by side I
could now note the similarities and differences between the two men.  Max's
nipples caught your eye because they were two pink circles in a dark
brown-blackish and grey forest of hair. Mike's nipples caught my eyes
because they were pink, as well, but seemed much bigger than Max's.  Mike's
one nipple could easily cover all trace of one of Max's nipples and then
some!  Although I petted my nipples at night in bed, after learning about
them from Max, I didn't get much tingly feeling from them. I hoped Max was
right when he said I would appreciate the different parts of my body as I
got older. For now, seeing these grown men stripped to their underwear for
me gave me a very tingly feeling.....a feeling I had come to like and
wanted more of.  I just kept looking at their hairy bodies, their hairy
bellies, their nipples and belly buttons and became mesmerized.

Max said, "So Phil, is this it?  You're just gonna stand there and look at
us? Don't you want to play?  Don't you want us to play?  You're the boss!
Tell us what you want to do, or what you want us to do."

I walked right up in front of them, in the middle, and pulled Max's right
knee farther to my left (Max's right) and then pulled Mike's left knee
closer to my right (his left) so that both knees were touching each other.
I then said, "I want to sit on your laps" and proceeded to climb up on
their knees. I sat with my bum on both their knees as my little legs hung
in the space between each pair of legs. They didn't say anything. Each put
a hand gently behind my back to keep me from losing my balance, I guess,
and possibly falling backward.

Mike said, "Okay. Now that we're all up close and comfortable, what's next
Phil?  What do you want us to do?"

"I want you two guys to play with each other's chests like you did the last
time. I want you to start, Max.  I want to see you play with Mike's chest
like the last time. Then I will have Mike play with your chest. How's that
sound?",I asked.

Max eagerly said "Sure!" and placed his right thumb on Mike's left nipple.
He started lightly moving his thumb around Mike's nipple as Mike smiled and
murmured "MMMMmmmmmmmm."  Max continued to lightly fondle Mike's nipple as
Mike continued to moan and started laying his head back.  I watched as Max
continued to gently fondle Mike's tit (another Max word) and Mike continued
to hum and murmur. Soon, it seemed as if Mike's nipple got bigger.  The
center nib seemed to thicken and get bigger...sticking out more from Mike's
chest. I watched in fascination as Max continued to fondle the growing
nipple and watched as he sometimes gently squeezed the nib between two
fingers. Mike would moan more strongly and longer as Max continued to play
with the tit and give pleasure to our friend.

After watching this for some time, I looked at Mike's right nipple. It
seemed a bit different than it had just moments before but didn't look
quite the same as the one Max was fondling. Since they'd both said I was
the boss for this game I gently took my left hand and started gently
running my fingertips over Mike's right nipple.

This elicited a hissing, long moan from Mike.  By this time in my game
experience, I had come to recognize that sound as that of pleasure. I
imitated what I saw Max do. I gently rubbed my little thumb all over Mike's
nipple....feeling the softness of the pink area surrounding the nib. I
would then run my thumb over the nib and rub around the other side. Mike
was moaning non-stop now.  As I continued to run my thumb around I noticed
the nib seemed to harden and enlarge some. I copied what Max was doing and
gently squeezed the hardened, enlarged nib between my thumb and finger.
Mike started hissing and moaning more loudly and started moving his right
knee back and forth.

We did this for some minutes.  All three of us seemed to be enjoying
it. Mike was constantly moaning and hissing and sucking in his breath as
Max and I worked on his big, hard nipples. After enjoying this for quite
some time, I took my hand away from Mike's nipple and told Max to do the
same.

Then I told Mike I wanted him to play with Max's nipple.  He eagerly said
yes and placed his right hand near Max's right nipple.  He began lightly
circling around the nipple as Max started to moan.  I quickly took my right
hand and started circling Max's left nipple with my fingertips.  Now it was
Max's turn to moan and groan and gasp in pleasure. Mike and I continued to
work on Max's nipples as Max reveled in the pleasure.  I noticed, too, that
after a while Max's nib seemed to get firmer and seemed a little
larger. The nibs never got as large as Mike's but each time Mike and I
would run a finger over the hardened nib or squeeze it gently a bit Max
would groan deeply and writhe a bit in his seat. I liked the feel of their
skin against mine. I liked the closeness of our bodies.  I liked the heat
and manly hairy smell of their bodies.

I really liked this game.  I really liked being 'the boss.'  I wanted to
try more things but for right now, I was enjoying sitting on the laps of
these two bare-chested, hairy men and playing with their chests and
nipples. I wanted to do this for as long as I could.  So-o-o-o, me and Mike
continued to work on Max's nipples.  At one point, I maneuvered my left
hand below Mike's arm and again starting fondling his nipple as he and I
continued to fondle both of Max's nipples. My left hand played with Mike's
right nipple and my right hand continued to fondle Max's left nipple.  My
tingly feeling was very strong and had been all the while we sat there and
played with nipples.


Stay tuned for part 2 for continued play in this session.