SALAD  OIL

                                           Jack Sprat

     I didn't know much about sex, or how good my body would feel when it was
touched by someone else until I vacationed with my two cousins.

     One summer, my aunt wrote my mom and invited me to spend some time
in Oregon. My aunt lived in the country in deep forest land. It would
be fun to get out of San Francisco and go somewhere which was absolutely
different, and it had been years since I'd seen my cousins.

     My cousins, Brad and Brent, immediately took me under their wing and showed
me all about country life. I'd never shot a rifle and we did lots of target
practice. Lots of times we would take long hikes into the woods listening to 
woodpeckers and seeing chattering squirrels running up and down trees. We 
occasionally spooked a deer which bounded away making crashing sounds as it 
fled. Once, we came across large tracks. We couldn't decide if it was a bear
or a mountain lion. 

     We always took back packs when we hiked, each containing a lunch,
usually consisting of a couple of sandwiches, cokes, bananas and a piece of
cake for dessert. Once, we were pretty far into the forest when we found a 
secluded clearing. We decided it would be a good spot to stop and satisfy our
hunger. As we ate, male talk started and jokes were told.

   "Hell," said Brad. "Let's have a circle jerk."

   Brad unzipped his pants. His pecker popped out and stood hard and upward.

    "Good idea!" said Brent as he undid his belt, snapped the buttons open on
his fly, bringing out his prick.

     I watched as the boys pulled their peckers. I'd never seen another boys
hard-on and I was fascinated watching them being pumped up and down.

    "Come on, Joey, join us."

     I was hard myself, but didn't know if I was ready to let the two see me.
Their peckers had red tips. There was nothing different about mine, but I did 
feel very self conscious when I pulled mine out and my two friends looked
at it. Brad moved next to me.

    "Here. Let me feel it."

     I gave a start as Brad's hand wrapped around me. It really tickled. I
tried to pull his hand away, but Brad slowly kept stroking up and down. It
started feeling better and better. Soon, I didn't want him to stop. 

     I'd never touched anothers cock, but now I had the urge to feel and
explore. I put my hand on Brad's dick, stroked it, then reaching below I gently
explored his sac. His prick was hard and warm and his balls felt real good.

     Brent was jacking away, watching the whole scene. "Come on, Brad," why
don't you suck him?" 

     Suck me?

     Brad opened his mouth and moved down on me. His warm wet saliva tongue 
swirled around and across my tip making me go bananas. I pulled his head down 
for more. My crotch tingled with intensity. I could feel my cum working up my 
tube. My body shook as I spewed and spewed into his mouth. Wow! It was a new
happening. I realized my hand that had been pulling on Brad was real sticky. 
I'd jacked him and he had come while he was sucking me. 

     Spent, we pulled up our pants and tried to get our thoughts on other
things. We had a long hike back to get home. On the walk back, Brent asked
if I enjoyed what I'd been learning about country living. I kind of gave a
sheepish grin and nodded.

    "Then, bring your sleeping bag up to the tree house tonight and we will show
 you more," Brent said.

                                   ***

     My aunt didn't give it a second thought when Brad and Brent said the
three of us were going to sleep in the tree house. She was very happy that
her sons had accepted their cousin and were all having such a good time
together.

     After dinner, we went to the tree house. Brad entered up through the floor 
crawl hole. My sleeping bag was relayed up the tree to him and pulled inside. 
Brent and I followed. We closed the trap door and pulled the carpet over 
it. We three were now concealed inside. 

     My cousins had done a real good job building this tree house. I guessed it 
was about eight by eight. It had a small table and a couple of box chairs. 
There were some pictures of naked women on the walls. We unrolled our three 
sleeping bags which made a real comfy pad on the floor. 

     I was very excited, yet a bit unsure about what was to happen. I felt it 
was going to be a lot more than what had happened at lunch time. 

     My cousins sat and each took off their shoes and stockings. I was asked 
to do the same. Each slipped off their shirts, baring their naked chests. I
followed. We all stood just wearing our pants. Our bulges were showing. "O.K., 
Joey. You get to undress Brent," Brad said. 
    
     I sat on a box and Brent stood in front of me. I undid his belt and
opened his fly. I was getting harder by the minute. I pulled his pants to his 
ankles. Brent stepped out of them and stood in white briefs, his hard boyhood 
pressing against the basket. I moved my hands inside his waistband and slowly 
pulled downwards. His peter tip appeared first. I stopped there, admiring its
swollen size before I continued. Next his  hard shaft and patch of crotch hair
appeared. Sliding farther, his sac came into view holding his two boy balls.
Brent stood naked after stepping out of his briefs.

     "O.K., Brent. Now you undress me", said Brad.

     I watched Brent as he went through the same procedure. When  Brad's shorts
were pulled down, I walked behind him to look at his sexy butt. It really
turned me on.

     "Your turn, Joey," Brad said. Brad sat in the box and Brent stood 
behind me. I felt self conscious and embarrassed as I felt my zipper pulled
down and my pants dropped. I wanted to melt when my shorts were pulled off.
All three of us now stood in the buff each supporting hard-ons.

      Brad reached to my crotch, gently fondled my balls and ran a spitted
finger across my tip. Brent, who was behind ran his finger up and down my 
crack. My buns were spread and his eyes feasted on my young pucker. I was 
docily led atop the sleeping bags and gently laid into prone position. 

     Brad fondled me, then Brent. I fondled them too. The feeling was great.
I really turned on. My prick was stiff and my crotch had a real warm feeling. 
I didn't think things could feel much better. 

     Brent reached into a box and brought out a bottle of salad oil. He
applied a liberal portion to my cock and balls. His slippery hands moved all
over, sliding my balls between his fingers, stroking my dick, and swirling his
fingers over my pee hole.  All I could do was moan. I didn't complain when I 
was turned to my stomach. 

     Brad rolled up one of the sleeping bags and tucked it under me, raising
my butt. I felt salad oil pour into my crack then four slippery hands moved 
over my butt as well as the inside walls. Fingers playfully passed over 
my slick pucker. My prick was pulled down and back, its tip fondled while my 
ass was explored. A finger pushed up me, tickled around, and when it was 
removed, another finger followed. My cousins were taking turns at my asshole. 

     I had no idea that my butt hole could feel so good. I don't know if it 
was Brad or Brent, but a hard cock slid up my ass. My butt cheeks were 
slapped as it rammed back and forth. This stopped after I heard rapid panting 
and felt warm cum in my ass. Each cousin took his turn. Both times it felt 
different and pleasing. Before ending the night, my cock was sucked by each 
cousin, my satisfying both of them with my warm cum, they satisfying me with 
theirs.. 

    We all supported fresh hard-ons when we awoke in the morning, but we didn't
have time to do anything. It was my aunt that woke us, calling us to a hearty
breakfast.                         

                                 ******

     I felt kind of funny for the rest of this day. My prick was hard and my
asshole told me that it needed to be fucked again. I also had an odd feeling
that since I had been taken by both cousins that from here on out, I would 
submit whenever they wanted. It was strange. All day I was glancing at 
their butts or crotch and I felt they were doing the same to me. When night 
came, we all individually showered. My cousins kissed their mom goodnight, and 
we climbed up into the tree house. There was no time wasted as we undressed 
each other. 

     The bottle of salad oil came out and we applied it to each others crotch.
We all really turned on as slippery hands felt about. My pucker was throbbing 
when I was rolled over and a sleeping bag was put underneath me. My butt was 
in the air, ready for the salad oil. I got a surprise. Both cousins took turns 
licking my asshole. God! Oh, God! what a sensation. A hand gently tugged my 
balls, and another worked over my slippery prick as my pucker felt the warm,
wet, lapping tongue. I came with large spurts splattering over the top of the 
sleeping bag. I knew after I rested, both cousins wanted me to play with them. 

     Both boys lay on their backs with their legs spread. I oiled their
crotches I'd never sucked a cock, but Brents cock was the biggest and looked
appetizing. Feeling his hard meat in my mouth made my tongue lick real
fast over its tip while I slid his balls around in my oily hand. His warm cum
shot into my mouth. I sucked harder, drawing and swallowing his last drop.

    Something had clicked in my brain. I'd become sex crazy. I couldn't stop.
Brads prick was waiting too. I had to have it. I sucked and sucked, reaching
below, quickly shoving my finger in his ass, tickling deep. With a startled 
cry, he spewed his load into my mouth. 

    Rapidly rolling him over, I poured oil into his crack, aimed at his
asshole and slid my prick up to its hilt. Brad let out a yelp and wreathed
under me as I fucked and fucked until relief came. 

     I spent 30 days with my cousins, and we slept in the tree house every
night. When I returned home, I'd really changed. My body felt different.
I knew my craving more sex  would never leave. I was anxious to find new
companions, to try them and let them try me. I wanted to meet others who
would do everything we did in the tree house. If there was more to learn,
I wanted to learn it.

     Being home about a week, I was helping my mom in the kitchen. She had
 made a large bowl of salad.

      "Joey. Reach in the cupboard and get me the bottle of salad oil."

     Holding it in front of me, I stared at it mesmerized until mom snatched 
it away. 

      "What's the matter with you, Joey? You've been acting strange ever since 
you returned home." 


                                   The end