Date: Wed, 10 Oct 2007 23:05:27 EDT
From: Cnjshore9@aol.com
Subject: John Edward 2
Hey guys ... this story is sort of a spin-off continuation from an earlier
story. So, before you read this one, I suggest you look up my earlier
story (here under "Rural"), called: True Beginnings -- Part 2 ("In the
hayloft"), and the first spin-off in this series called "Young Peter".
Oh... yeah... it's time to do the `legal warning' stuff. If you are
under-age, or in a geo-political situation that prohibits your reading
"homo-erotica", or you are not accepting of that form of prose ... find the
bloomin' "BACK" button !!!!
`nuff said ???
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John Edward -- Part 2
"Charlie and the `Nasty Club'" by CNJshore9
Hi, my name is John Edward -- yeah... the old both-names, southern-style --
and although no one asked before, my last name is Spivey. I'm still 21 and
looking back over the past six years, or so.
Yep. I'm a "farm boy". That's what they say when they are trying to be
`socially acceptable'. Otherwise, I'm more often know as "that pathetic
young guy with a lot of talent that can't seem to find a better way to make
a living".
True, my life style ain't gonna make the front page of the "Arkansas
Gazette", the Jackson,Mississippi, "Clarion Ledger", or the New Orleans
"Times Picayune", but it's a livin', and I'm proud of the way I can do what
I do. I have made the sports section in one or the other papers a few
times with my riding and rodeo skills. I can chase down and hog tie a calf
in a matter of seconds!! I tried ridin' the buckin' brahma bull once
... forget that shit! Not only does it fuckin' hurt!!! ...but you can get
seriously broken yourself!!
So, mostly, I just enjoy my life of hard work and sunshine. It helps keep
my body in shape and gives me a sense of freedom I would never have if I
had to work in a shop or (goodness-forbid) an office-building all day.
Plus, I try to forget about the rainy days and when the ice comes swoopin'
in.
Jake helps make those days a lot more comfortable.
Oh... did I say? I'm gay. Yeah... a `studly' farm hand, that is, who is,
as they say here, "queer as a three-dollar bill" -- or sometimes, less
eloquently, it's "damned fuckin' faggot!" So, I don't tell anyone locally,
and Jake and I don't live together -- in fact we live about 5 miles apart
on different farms. We get together when we can and we've been known to
pick up a couple of the local `easy talent' girls and poke our 7 and 8
inches into some really sloppy holes, just to keep our `reputations'.
But today/tonight I'm not up to Jake and me yet. I'm thinking back to my
high school days, when I first met Charlie and -- never forget him -- young
Peter. I've told you about Peter, and my first meeting with Charlie, and
how they came so close together when I was 15.
Charlie was, of course, my first guy-to-guy encounter, and although the
summer break interrupted what `might have been', I met Peter and we had a
very nice time during those few summer months.
When school came back into session, I was very soon `back in the rut', and
things were just rolling along for a few days. That's when I ran into
Charlie again in the hall at school. It was about 10:00 am on Wednesday
morning.
"Hey, John Edward," he called out.
I was really surprised that he remembered my name.
"Hi, Charlie," I replied, and I think he was equally surprised.
Moving over alongside me, "Can you meet me at the shed on Friday?" he
whispered conspiratorially.
"Not sure." I replied. "You know I live out-of-town on a farm and how that
can be a `transportation issue'." (not sure where I first heard that term,
and I know it's not the usual `farm boy talk', but, shiiiit, man... I'm not
stupid!) "I'll let you know."
The rest of the day, my pants didn't stay `flat' for more than a few
minutes at a time. Every time I thought of Charlie's invitation, I popped
a major boner! By fifth period study hall, I was about to have my balls
explode in my jeans, so I sat at the very back of the class. The only
other person back there was Larry Miller, and as I tried to do my homework,
I noticed that he had pulled his dick out of his jeans and was slowly
jerking-off a full 6-incher under his desk. Well, fuck!! If he could do it
... So I unzipped my fly and pulled my, unfortunately then, smaller 5-inch
piece out and began to do the same.
Larry looked over, saw what I was doing, and just winked at me. Within a
few minutes, we both pulled some tissues out of our back pockets and filled
them with a double portion of teen boy cum!!! Wiping our dicks off, Larry
turned to me and winked again with a conspiratorial smirk, and pretty soon
both our dicks were back inside our jeans and zipped away.
Wow! Was that a totally new experience!! First off .. I had never jerked
off inside the school building (..well not entirely true... I had done a
couple of `reliefs' in the boys' restroom over the years) ... so ... I had
not done it in a `classroom'. ..and secondly... I had never really watched
another guy do it under the same circumstances -- and been sooooooo damned
turned on!!! Oh... and yeah... I'd never had another guy wink at me under
what were definitely sexual circumstances.
Oh, holy shit... I think I'm going queer! I thought, but my macho self
fought back and told me that wasn't the case. I'm just a horny teenager.
(of course you already know the truth, but it took me a while to get there)
... but I kept thinking about how nice it would have been if I could have
reached over and helped Larry out a bit.
...anyway... I caught the school bus home that afternoon and started trying
to think of reasonable excuses why I might have to stay late on Friday that
I could tell my parents. Then it dawned on me. I could say I was staying
late for the football try-outs. No self-respecting southern family would
say `no' to that!! Oh... and back then... there was no such thing as a
`late bus' for the athletes. There was only one bus a day, and it didn't
stop inside the city limits!! So my mother said she would be glad to come
in and pick me up. My father would just have to stay on the farm, or get a
ride wherever with someone else.
After a very sleepless night, I got to school the next morning and went
looking for Charlie. I finally found him in the hall between 3rd and 4th
periods. "I'll be there!" I said joyfully.
"Great!" he responded. "...and, by the way, there will be a couple of
other guys there this time."
"Oh, shit!" I thought... "witnesses?!!?!?"
"Other guys?" I queried.
"Yeah. We have a group that meets there and I'm sure they'll like to see
you."
"ohhhh... Okay..." I muttered.
Needless to say, I started to get second thoughts. But then, how could I
get out of what I had already started to get into play? Not only is
Charlie expecting me there, but I am really looking forward to some more of
his play, and if I don't show up, he could get pissed and start to "talk".
Besides, how do I now tell my mother that I don't need to get picked up.
And...what's even worse, I had already talked to the coach and he assured
me that I would be on the team anyway, so I couldn't say I failed the
try-outs.
I am one fucked guy!! (little did I know how accurate that statement would
be)
So the next afternoon, I missed the bus and walked across the street and
down the alley to the shed.
As I walked into the shed, I saw Charlie standing there -- and, holy shit!,
there was Larry!!!
"Hi, John Edward," he said, winking and smiling again!!
That's when I looked over to my left and saw Kenny and Paul there too.
That's when I just hung my head and closed the door.
"Hey, John Edward," they chorused. "Never ever expected to see you here!"
"Neither did I," I sort of mumbled.
"Well, let's do it," Charlie announced, and everyone started to just strip
off their clothes like it was the natural thing to do.
"C'mon, get nekkid," Paul finally demanded. "It's time for the `nasty
club'!"
I eventually found out that was what they called their get togethers... and
I started to take off my shirt and drop my jeans.
"All off!" Kenny spoke up.
Pretty soon, there were the five of us, totally naked. I just sort of
stood there not know what to do.
Paul walked over and grabbed my cock and balls. "Nice," he proffered.
"But I saw it already," Larry added as he walked over and started to stroke
my butt. "and that's a nice ass too!" he proclaimed.
Next thing I know, there is a 5-man huddle in the middle of the shed floor.
Hands were going everywhere and 5 major wood-hard dicks were all touching
one way or another.
Hands were grabbing dicks. Hands were rubbing asses. Hands were stroking
chests and tummies. Hands were everywhere! ... but, looking back now,
there were no lips anywhere. No kissing. No nuzzling. No oral anything.
It was just hands, dicks, and asses.
Stroke your own dick. Pull on your own balls. Stroke the dick next to
you, or the one across from you. Grab their balls. Sort of a
hand-to-crotch free-for-all. Then a finger found it's way into my ass
crack, and as it slid downward, I pushed my butt out and actually opened my
legs a bit. The next thing I knew, it had stopped just on top of a very
sensitive spot. I knew it was my hole, but it felt sooooo good!! That's
not supposed to be!! But it is!!!
Then it passed on by, but started a return trip. As it passed over my
pucker again, I think I actually moaned. Next thing I knew, it was
circling the landing zone and crossing it over and over. I thought I was
going to pass out!
I still had no idea whose finger it was, but I really didn't care. It was
something new and incredibly exciting! Then it moved away.
The group was still in a mass hug and body massage when I felt the hand and
finger return. This time, however, there was something different. It felt
kind of cool and slick, and as it passed over my hole, I felt it press in a
bit. Oh, that was nice!!! Then it came back and this time it stopped,
pressed, and I could feel the end of it actually start to enter my
trapdoor.
My first reaction was to slam things shut and back out of the circle.
Assholes are dirty places for taking a dump. Nothing else. But, then, it
did seem to feel pretty good. "pretty" good!?! No... it felt "damned" good
!!! and I just stood there.
A few seconds later, that invader was in all the way and beginning to move
in and out. Damn! That felt even better!!
"Oh, boy ... a live one!" I heard Paul exclaim, and all of a sudden, the
group began to split apart.
There I was now, with Paul moving behind me and the others separating from
us.
As I watched, Kenny grabbed Charlie's cock and began to pound it. Then
Larry moved behind Charlie and started to reach around him and stroke his
chest and stomach.
As Larry started rubbing his hands on Charlie, I felt Paul doing the same
to me.
Oh, that felt nice!
Then I saw Larry start reach over to the shelf and squeeze a tube of
something into his hand. Stepping a bit to the side, he reached down and
started to put whatever that was all over his raging hard-on. Almost not
noticing, I felt Paul do the same behind me.
As Larry moved back behind Charlie, I felt Paul mirror his movement behind
me again.
Then Larry put his hand on Charlie's shoulder and sort of pushed him over.
I couldn't see clearly what was going on, but my mind filled in a lot of
pictures. When Charlie was bent over a bit, Larry was right behind him and
I could see his thighs move forward and then push upward. As he did that,
Charlie moaned. It dawned on me that Larry had just shoved his cock up
Charlie's shit hole!!!
At the same moment, Paul pushed me over and down a bit, and the realization
hit -- he's gonna corn-hole me! As the thought cleared my mind, I felt the
tip of Paul's cock at my doorway. I started to clamp shut, but then
realized that I wanted it! With all my thoughts, I tried to relax and let
him in.
Apparently, my first efforts weren't that successful. I felt his cockhead
press against my hole several times before I finally and truly accepted the
fact that I wanted his cock in my hole. As soon as I did that, he pressed
once more and sank a complete 6 inches into me. Thank goodness his cock
was still as thin as mine and it didn't really need to stretch my asshole
that much that it hurt. All I know is that I felt a fullness and thrill
that I never before imagined.
By now Charlie was bent over to nearly a right angle and I could see
Larry's pelvis pounding away at Charlie's hole, while Kenny and I were
pounding each other, and Kenny was still pounding Charlie's cock with his
other hand.
I bent over to match Charlie's position -- after all, this apparently
wasn't his first time, so I figured he knew what to do.
I have to think that Larry and Paul were watching each other, because
pretty soon, they matched rhythms and it was almost like watching oneself
in a mirror. I could feel Paul jamming his teen cock into my ass each time
I saw Larry's body press against Charlie's ass.
Somehow, I stumbled forward -- with Paul close behind -- until I could
reach across, move Kenny's hand our of the way and grab Charlie's cock, and
start to jerk it. He used his other hand to grasp mine while he was still
pounding away furiously on Kenny's. Pretty soon it was just a 10-armed,
5-dick, jerking and fucking machine!!
All I could hear was the slapping of thighs on asses and the squishing
sounds of jerked cocks -- and a lot of moans and `oh fuck's, but my own
hearing was getting worse as my head ceased to process most of the stimuli
that were not directly connected to the overwhelming sensations in my body
-- especially the incredible feelings coming from Paul's cock jamming away
in my once virgin ass.
Hands were stroking. Cocks were swelling and throbbing. Bodies were
pounding against one another.
Then I heard Larry gasp and take a sharp intake of breath. "Awwwwwwww,
fuck!!!! I'm gonna cum!!" he announced. "Awwwwwwww!!!! Arrrrggggghhhh!!
Shiiiiittttt! Here it cums!!!!"
As I watched, I saw him slam himself up against Charlie so hard it nearly
knocked Charlie off his feet!! As Larry buried himself to the hilt, he
arched his back, his eyes closed, his teeth bared, and his head began to
shake from side to side. There was no doubt what was going on there!!
Larry was pumping a gallon of hot teen cum up Charlie's ass!!!
...and that was the beginning of the nuclear explosion!!! Chain-reaction
is an understatement!!!
Kenny hollered, "Ohhhhhhh...fuck!!!! Myyyyyy turnnnnn!' and his cock
started to pump white ribbons halfway across the shed floor.
Paul grabbed my hips and pulled me back and imbedded his cock as far as he
could get it into my hungry ass and began to feed me with shot after shot
of hot teen spunk!!!
"Unnnnngghhhhhhh! Awwwwwwwww! Unnnnnggghhhhhhh!" he growled as his hot
teen cock exploded time after time inside me.
I looked up and found myself eye-to-eye with Charlie, as we shared in the
experience of feeling ropes of hot teen spunk being ejected into our
centers of being.
"ooooooohhhhhh yeah!" I shouted, just as my cock began it's own spouting.
"You can really feel it, can't you?!?!?!"
"yeahhhhhh, guy!" he answered, with a reply from his cock adding that much
more into the enlarging puddle between us.
As Charlie's and my own cock reached the point of dribble, we all five
stayed in position like wax dummies or in suspended animation for what
seemed like minutes. Maybe it was that long, or maybe not. I couldn't bet
on either.
But finally the hot scene dispersed.
"Wow!" I finally said. "That was something else!"
"Welcome to the `nasty club'," Paul said. "Hope you'll be back. ... and
besides, you have one hell of hot ass! I know Larry wants to try it!"
"and I want to try Larry, too!" I said, unflinchingly this time, but,
looking at my watch, and recognizing the time, I pulled my shirt back on
and running out the door, I hollered back, "my mom's due here in 3
minutes... I gotta get back to the school!!"
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