Date: Tue, 5 Jul 2005 14:35:40 -0700
From: Jason Newbell <jnew001@gmail.com>
Subject: Danny & Michael, The Beginning: Part III

Michael, Marcus & Danny

A story of friendship and exploration.

Note: This story contents sexual acts between minor boys. If you do not
like this, please stop reading.

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Part Three:

All I could think about was that eventful Friday evening and the following
morning. All my whacking off attempts failed in comparison to actually
having it done by somebody else. Before when I whacked off, I would often
think of nothing, just about what I was doing. Now, I thought about that
night with Michael and Marcus, doing things to them in my mind and having
them return the favor. It seemed to result in more forceful orgasms
(Michael told me on Monday that was the word for when you shuddered, and in
his case squirted. We had probably learned that in Sex-Ed, but none of us
remembered). We now talked freely with each other about that night's
events, envisioning three-way blowjobs (Michael also found out that the
"orgy" part wasn't part of its name) and other ways to whack each other
off. We couldn't think of many though, but as Michael said "getting a
blowjob is good enough for me!" I agreed.

That Friday I was headed over to Michael's house for a sleepover. I had a
feeling Friday night sleepovers would become a staple for us. I couldn't
wait for the summer when we had all the time in the world.

"Did you pack your swimsuit?" Michael asked, as we were boarding his bus
Friday after school.

"Oops" I said, forgetting that we'd probably use his pool.

"Good," Michael said smiling. "I was planning on swimming after my parents
went to bed anyways, so you won't need it."

"What about your brother and sister though?" I asked.

"My brother is at a friends house and my sister is gonna be out with her
friends," Michael said. "She's normally home at like three on Friday
nights."

"Good," I said. "That will leave us a lot of alone time."

Hardly anybody was on the bus. Half of the school was at outdoor school,
and Michael's bus seemed particularly affected. There must have been only
about eight kids on the bus, as Michael and I sat in a secluded seat in the
back. No kids for at least four rows in either direction. That was a good
thing, Michael and I could brainstorm things to do during our alone
time. Michael had told me today in math he had a good idea and would tell
me on the bus.

"So what's your idea?" I asked.

"Okay, so you know how when you stick your dick in the girl's vagina during
sex to make babies?"

"Yeah," I said, looking up trying to remember the details.

"Well, obviously that's got to feel pretty good."

"I would think so," I said, lowering my head and seeing Michael rub his
crotch softly with his right hand. There was an obvious bulge, which he
tried to adjust down the right leg of his shorts. It still wanted to stick
way up, creating a prominent lump. I don't think he really cared, we were
all alone anyways.

"Anyways, I was trying to think of ways we could make it feel like that."

"And, what did you come up with," I said, unable to think of anything in my
head.

"Well I was thinking we take the shaft of a croquet mallet, which is about
the width of my dick, and poke a hole somewhere in the grass, and maybe
fill it up a little with water to make it easier to slide in and out."

"Not too shabby," I said, envisioning the plan in my head. Only thing I saw
wrong with it was that our dick would get muddy, but that could be easily
washed.

"I dunno, I think it will be good. Have you ever rubbed your dick on carpet
or something? It feels really good. I think if we make it all wet and stuff
it could feel really nice."

I nodded in agreement. His boner was still raging hard, it almost looked
painful. I glanced around, and realized that nobody would notice if I
helped fix the problem. I reached my hands down and unzipped the front of
his cargo shorts.

"What the heck are you doing?" Michael asked, slightly surprised.

"Just sit back. I'm gonna help you get rid of that boner... looks like it
almost hurts," I said, fishing around for the button on the front of his
boxers. I found it and unbuttoned it.

"Sweet," Michael said, putting his head back and closing his eyes. I found
his erect dick and moved it to the opening of his boxers and shorts. It
flopped out, hard as a rock. I took hold of the shaft with my thumb and
index finger and began to stroke. Michael moaned very lightly, opening his
eyes and smiling at me. I looked toward the front of the bus, continuing to
stroke. Might look a little fishy if the bus driver were to look back and
see my eyes glued to Michael's lap while he laid his head back with his
eyes closed.

"Tell me when you're going to orgasm so you don't explode on your shirt," I
said, eager to swallow another one of his yummy treats.

"`Kay," he said. "Shouldn't be long."

I continued to stroke, adding my middle finger to the mix. I moved my left
hand over and played with his balls. I looked back up, and nobody was
paying much attention to us. The bus driver looked thoroughly bored and
zoned out.

"I'm going to blow!" whispered Michael. I moved my head down, hovering
right over the top of his dick with my mouth open. All of sudden he burst,
shooting shot after shot, about four in all, of his boy juice into my
mouth. I swallowed it all, and noticed some had leaked down and was slowly
moving down his shaft. I licked it up and watched his dick slowly go
soft. I put it back into his boxers and zipped him up. He slowly opened his
eyes and looked at me and smiled. I looked forward... nobody suspected a
thing. Michael asked if he could return the favor, but I refused. I wanted
to save up all my energy for the night. As we rode the rest of the way in
silence, I caught little whiffs of Michael's sweet boy juice smell. I loved
it and wondered how it seemed to linger in the air for minutes after he had
his orgasm and I had swallowed everything.

The bus stopped at Michael's exit and we hopped out. He was in that
relaxed, withdrawn mode you always seem to get in after having an orgasm.

"Want to get something to eat then play basketball or something?" I asked
as we walked towards the front door.

"Yeah, sounds good," he mumbled.

We walked into the house and headed straight for the kitchen. Michael's mom
greeted us and offered to make us some snacks. We sat down at the kitchen
table and just chatted about various things.

"So is Marcus coming?" I asked.

"No, he had some thing he had to go to tonight. He could come at like ten
or something if we really wanted him to."

That comment confused me a little bit. I couldn't tell maybe if he
preferred me for our sexual adventures or if having Marcus over would be
just too big of a hassle. Although I fancied Michael more, it just didn't
seem right to me to try out this new idea without Marcus there as
well. He'd been there for all the rest of them, contributing his
soft-spoken honesty and cute uncircumcised dick.

"Well, I think we should," I said. "It's only fair if we're gonna do this
hole in the ground thing."

"You're right... I'll see if his mom's cell phone is on."

Michael asked his mom for the number and dialed. "Yeah, want to come
tonight? Yeah... Ten Thirty? That's okay... Cool, see ya then!"

"Welp, he's coming at like ten thirty," Michael said, hanging up the phone
and coming back to the table. Michael's mom gave us a plate full of apple
slices and crackers with cheese.

"Thanks," I said, nibbling on an apple slice. Michael took one and looked
around, making sure his mom wasn't looking. He then took it, got a grin on
his face and sucked it up and down, rolling his eyes back into his head. He
came up laughing and I joined him. I could feel my penis want to start to
rise, but I concentrated to make it stop; it was only four o'clock.

Next, we went outside and played some one on one basketball. Michael, like
usual, dominated me. He was just too tall and jumped too well for me to
pose any chance. We both did our fair share of posting up, grinding our
rears into the others crotch backing them down.

"Twenty six to twelve," Michael said, flipping me the ball. I took it and
burst to the right, but he was with me step for step. I turned my back to
the basket and thrust my butt into his crotch. This time, something poked
me. Oh no, he had a boner again. I picked up my dribble and put the ball on
my hips. I flipped around, facing his innocent looking face.

"Damn Michael, another boner?" I asked, astonished. "You on Viagra or
something?"

"No, I just get horny all the time, I don't know why." He smiled and
slapped my crotch lightly. "Doesn't your boy there get excited too?"

"Yeah," I said. "But not all time."

"Oh well," Michael said. "It'll just have to wait till tonight... maybe I
can break my record of four."

As long as I was a part of a couple of those, I was a happy camper. We
finished up the basketball game, Michael winning fifty to twenty eight. For
most the rest of the game he was running around with an obvious bulge in
his pants, but that didn't faze him. I enjoyed posting him up and feeling
his rock hard shaft press up against my butt cheeks. Finally, in the later
stages of the game it wore down, waiting for another time.

We went inside and ate dinner. It was good, and afterwards we just watched
television, waiting for Michael's parents to go to bed. Michael was
constantly reaching in and adjusting himself right in front of me, I don't
think he had a boner as much as he just liked touching himself. Finally, at
nine thirty, Michael's parents announced they would be going to bed and to
behave ourselves.

"We will," Michael said sweetly. I held back my laughter... we were gonna
be naughty tonight... real naughty. I could just feel it. His parents
headed up the stairs.

We waited for about fifteen minutes for their light to go off before
sneaking out into the backyard. Michael found the croquet set and took a
mallet.

"Looks about right, huh?" he asked, stroking the shaft of the club. "Might
be a bit big for our boy Marcus."

"Oh well, size don't matter," I said, sticking up for Marcus. I knew
Michael was just kidding.

We took the mallet and found a nice soft place in the grass. Michael rammed
it into the ground, and it went about three inches deep. It was a struggle
to get it in another inch or two, but that was completed once Michael and I
sat on the mallet part of the club.

"Probably shouldn't water it till Marcus is here," Michael said. "Want to
go swimming?"

"Sure," I said, peeling off my clothes. Michael did likewise, and to my
surprise was actually soft. I admired his body, wishing to have control of
its every desire. We dove in and just played around. We didn't really do
anything sexual, we knew the "hole" was upcoming and we didn't want to
extend ourselves. We both ended up with boners though, which are kind of
hard to avoid while skinny-dipping with your attractive best friend. After
a while, Marcus' head popped up from the sliding door.

"Hey there sexy!" Michael said, smiling at Marcus and motioning him to come
outside. Michael exited the pool via the deep end ladder and I was right
there behind him. While getting out I got an unexpected surprise. He leaned
way back on the top step, leveraging himself up and out of the pool. His
wide open butt crack complete with his butthole was exposed to me. Like the
rest of his body, they were attractive looking. I had a sudden urge to
fondle his butt, but it was too late, he was already out of the pool. I
followed and met Marcus. We showed Marcus the hole and took the hose and
wet it down.

"You should go first Marcus," I said. "We're all wet and need to dry off
and you should get honors since you weren't here."

"Thanks," Marcus said, stripping his clothes off. I helped him slide his
boxers off and gave his boyhood a little kiss, making it rise.

"For good luck," I explained to the slightly confused Marcus.

"Thanks," he smiled back, getting into position. He slowly slid his shaft
in. He started humping the ground, and I watched his cute, pudgy butt move
rythmatically up and down. After a few minutes he stopped.

"What's wrong?" Michael asked. "Was it good?"

"Yeah, it felt good," explained Marcus, "but it was too big for my dick and
it would have taken forever to orgasm."

"Looks like I was right," joked Michael.

I got into position and slid my dick in. The grains of dirt rubbed against
my dick, creating intense pleasure. That felt good. Once I got my dick in
though, it was merely okay. The angle we had made it at made it
uncomfortable to hump. The hole was perpendicular to the ground, and you
had to bend your dick way back to fit it in. I gave up after a few
minutes. Besides, the sand-paper like soil was starting to hurt my cock.

I explained the deficiencies to Michael, but he tried anyways. He spread
his legs wide, humping up and down slowly. When he reached the apex of his
hump, his butthole was exposed to the fresh air. I remembered how
intoxicating it was to see his up close in the pool just minutes earlier. I
reached down and found my butthole. I hoped it looked as clean and neat as
his was. When I found it and ran my finger across it, my body jumped. It
felt good, almost as sensitive as somebody stroking my dick.

Intrigued, I slowly stuck my index finger into my ass, feeling the warm
insides. The ring of my butthole closed tight around my finger. I had never
felt inside there before... it was warm and tight, as my bowels were smooth
and wet.

All of a sudden I had a crazy idea. What if we were to use our assholes
instead of the ground to recreate a vagina? One person could lay down on
their back and spread their legs wide. The other person could slide their
dick into the other's butt. Not only would it feel great for the person
humping, but also the person exposing their butt. If it felt that good for
me to run my finger along my hole, imagine the pleasure if it were
Michael's cock instead. I was scared to voice my idea, afraid it was over
the top. I saw that Marcus was looking and saw me touching myself down
there.

"I did that with a marker once," he said calmly. "Felt good."

"Yeah it does," I said, trailing off. "I just had a crazy idea with it."

"What?" Marcus said, thinking hard. All of a sudden I think it came to
him. His eyes opened wide and he pointed to his dick, then to Michael's
convulsing butt. I nodded.

"It's all tight and wet in there, like a vagina," I said. "Plus, the
butthole ring thing closes really tight around what ever is going through
it. And it feels good to have to done to you, like you said."

"Yeah, I suppose," Marcus said. "Won't your dick get all poopy though?"

"Did your pen get poopy?" I asked.

"Just a little bit on the end I think, not much."

"Well, soap and water can take care of that. Come on, were sticking our
dicks into a mud hole in the lawn," I said, motioning to my crotch, which
was dirty and muddy. His was similar.

"Well, I dunno," Marcus pondered. "I guess I'd do it if Michael wants to."

Michael stopped moving. He stood up and looked confused at the hole, his
dick half limp.

"Started to hurt and the angle is too weird," he said, turning towards
us. "What's with the look?"

We told him about our plan. At first he was a little unsure, but the more
he thought about it, the more he started to like it. I suggested we wash
off in the pool and then head inside to decide if we wanted to go for
it. We all jumped in the pool and washed off. I moved over to Michael and
rubbed his light pubic hairs, making sure they were clean. I then slipped
my hand to his asshole, and he tensed up.

"Just relax," I reassured him. I rubbed my finger all over his hole. He
moaned.

"You're right, that does feel good," he said.

I slipped a finger in, and he gasped. After a few seconds I slowly
retracted my finger from his tight hole.

"Okay, I'm convinced," he whispered. We all moved inside, still naked and
wet. Michael found some blankets and spread them out.

"Well, who does who first?" I asked, ringleader of this parade. "I'll offer
my ass first to anyone who wants it."

After a few seconds, Michael volunteered. For seeming so unsure about what
we were doing, he sure had a rock-hard erection. I smiled at him, lying on
my back and lifting my legs into the air. I grabbed them and brought them
towards my chest, opening my boyrose up wide. Michael looked at me, I gave
him an insurance nod, and he moved his dick into place. I felt it brush
against my hole and the feeling was electric. He pressed his shaft against
the opening, and with a little pressure it popped in. He tried to move in
and out, but it there was too much resistance from my end.

"You should get lotion," I said. Michael promptly removed his dick,
creating a "slurrrp" sound and sending waves of pleasure down me, and got a
bottle of lotion from under the couch. It looked like he was planning for
something like this. He lathered up his dick and then rubbed it all around
my butthole. It felt great, his finger up and down my hole. I closed my
eyes and moaned. I felt his dick move into place and it slid in much easier
this time. My hole closed tightly around his shaft and I could feel the
pressure. This time though, everything was lubricated so it slid up and
down easily.

"Fuckkkkk," Michael moaned, going in and out slowly. "This is the best ever
by far... its feels so damn good." He grabbed my upper thighs and used them
to get more leverage into my hole. I, meanwhile, was in a world of pleasure
too. Not great amount like when getting a blow job or something, but it
still felt good. The little pain I had felt at first as my asshole
stretched was now gone, and it kind of felt like I had to take a crap. It
was pleasurable for me though, and I'm sure the same could be said for
Michael. His motions got faster, and I knew he wasn't far from orgasm. I
looked past my own rock hard dick toward Michael, who had his eyes closed,
as always, and tongue out. I could feel his soft little pubic hairs ram
right above my asshole every time he was all the way in, and also his balls
slap against my lower cheeks. All of a sudden, he exploded into me, sending
shot after shot of warm cum inside my bowels. I counted something like five
squirts, and I could feel them each, their warmth inside my
asshole. Slowly, Michael retracted his dick, sending a wave of pleasure
down my spine, and flopped on the floor. I sat up and looked at his
dick. It was going soft and didn't have any poo on it. I supposed I must
have had pretty clean bowels. I looked over to Marcus who smiled at me and
had the hardest boner I had ever seen him have.

"How'd that look?" I asked.

"Like I want to do it!" Marcus said enthusiastically. We waited a minute
for Michael to recover, and he slowly sat up.

"That was the best ever," he managed to get out. "That was a million times
better than a blowjob."

"Felt good on this end too," I said.

"I hope I have half the ass you do Danny, because that was AWESOME,"
Michael said, inspecting his dick. No poop or anything on it... probably
should wash it but that could wait.

"Who's next?" I asked.

"You should go now Danny for giving yourself up first," Michael said. He
was sitting up, but still breathing heavily and exhausted looking.

"Well, I guess I'll give you my hole," Marcus said, getting on his back,
spreading his legs apart, lifting them up, and pulling them toward his
chest. He did it just like I had, and I could see his pink ass hole, tight
and clean, ready for me to penetrate. I took the lotion and lubed up my
cock, it was already feeling like it was going to orgasm. Just thinking
about what it might feel like nearly sent me over the edge. I rubbed the
lotion around Marcus' hole, sliding a finger in. It was tight, much tighter
than Michael's it seemed. That was probably a good thing. Marcus had his
eyes closed. I looked over his asshole to the area between his hole and
balls. It was large, much larger than Michael's, probably due to the fact
his scrotum was significantly smaller. It was smooth and hairless, like
Michael's. I rubbed it a little bit. Marcus moaned. I wanted to give his
the best possible experience with me in him. I had a feeling my dick might
be a little bit painful in his small asshole. I looked to his balls,
hanging toward his face along with his boyhood, fully erect and slanted
toward his face as well. Marcus' had his mouth open, tongue whirling around
touching the inside of his lips. I turned my attention to his hole and
moved my cock toward it, positioning it so my head was touching his
asshole.

"Okay, I'm moving in," I said, eager to get this going. I leaned forward,
but my dick would not go in. It bent until it started to hurt, then I
pulled it away.

"What's wrong?" Marcus asked.

"It won't go in," I said. I remember that when Michael had his dick in me,
it slid in and out much easier if I pushed out as if I were taking a
dump. "Try pushing out like you're taking a crap."

I could see the wrinkled skin around Marcus' hole move and strain, telling
me he was ready to go. I tried putting my dick in again. It went in after
applying a little pressure with a `pop'. I nearly orgasmed right then and
there. Marcus' asshole was clinging tight to the shape of my cock. The ring
of muscle around it was using all its might to rid my dick of his
rectum. His insides felt smooth and wet against my rock hard cock.

"How's it feel?" I asked Marcus.

"Kinda hurts, kinda feels good," Marcus said. "Keep going, I'm sure it will
loosen up, besides it's gonna have to learn if I'm going to keep doing this
with you people with huge dicks."

I laughed and slid my dick up and down for the first time. I could feel my
head and shaft explore his insides, feeling their warmth and
smoothness. They clenched tight against my cock. Marcus lay back, trying
his best to tolerate my larger cock. I kept going, each stroke sending me
closer to the end. I grabbed Marcus' balls and played with those, trying to
get his mind off the pain.

"It doesn't hurt anymore," Marcus said. "I think my butt got used to your
dick. Now it feels good every time you slide up and down."

That gave me the green light. I started to pump in and out, closing my eyes
to concentrate. I grabbed his calves much like Michael had done with me,
and used them as extra leverage. They were smooth and warm, getting
slightly damp from sweat. Finally, the pleasures of his bowels were too
overwhelming, and I orgasmed into him. Wave after wave of pleasure was
transmitted between the two of us, my dick a lightning rod for the
convulsions. After about eight "shots" I was done, and pulled my dick from
Marcus' ass. His hole was now very red, and it slowly closed up, angry
looking. I looked at my dick, a couple of streaks of poop ran down the
shaft. It didn't gross me out that much; I knew I could just wash it
off. Plus, Marcus' hole provided by far the best orgasm to date, even
better than Michael's expert mouth.

"How was it?" I asked Marcus.

"Good," he said, eyes still closed. "Kinda hurt at first, but then I got
used to it and it felt great, especially when you orgasmed."

"Well, while you recover, I'm going to wash my dick off," I said. "Thanks
for giving yourself up, that was the greatest feeling I've ever had. Your
ass was one hell of a ride."

He laughed softly at that one, sitting up and giving his erect dick a few
strokes. Michael's hole was waiting for him.

"I'll come with you," Michael said, halfway erect. The excitement of
watching Marcus and I fuck was enough to get him horny, but he was still
tired from his explosion into me. We walked into the bathroom together and
I ran the bathtub faucet, letting it get warm. We both then climbed into
the tub and I stuck my dick under the faucet. Michael got a bar of soap and
lathered up his hands. I realized what he was doing. I dropped my hands to
my sides and let him wash my boyhood for me. He rubbed the soap all around
until it was nice and foamy, then he directed the water back onto my
dick. It was nice and clean, so I turned my attention to Michael. He
arranged himself much like I had while I did the same thing to him. I
lathered up his dick, pubic hairs, and balls, and then gently guided the
water to wash the soap away.

Once we were done, we dried off with towels and headed to the living
room. Marcus was there waiting, his cock fully erect and already lubed up.
He looked up at Michael and smiled, motioning him to lie down. Boy was he
pumped to experience this.

"This is gonna feel weird," Michael said, slightly unsure as he lay down.

"No, it feels really good," I said. "Might be a little weird at first, but
then you get used to it. Just push out like you're taking a crap when he
puts his dick in. Besides, Marcus' dick isn't as big and you probably have
the biggest hole of us all."

That seemed to reassure Michael, who spread his legs and lifted them,
bringing his legs toward his chest. That seemed to be the position that
worked best, I couldn't think of any others that would work as well. Marcus
crawled over to him, his dick painfully erect, and rubbed lotion around his
boyrose. Michael's hole was darker than Marcus' or mine; probably due to
the fact he seemed to have naturally darker skin. He wasn't fair skinned
like Marcus or I. His balls hung down and probably would have been squeezed
by Marcus' body, but he adjusted them to lay down his stomach.

"Ready?" Marcus asked, dick centimeters away from Michael's hole.

"Roger," Michael said, his stomach rising as he clenched the muscles you
use to take a poop. Marcus' dick slipped in easily.

"How is that?" Marcus asked.

"Not too bad, feels a little weird, like I have to take a crap," Michael
said.

Marcus slowly pumped in and out.  He was so small compared to Michael, but
they looked so natural together. The light skinned, small, blonde headed
boy pumping his cock in and out of the tall, dark skinned, brown hair boy.

"It's starting to feel really good," Michael said, pulling his legs back
further.

"This is the best," Marcus moaned, picking up his pace. Just watching the
two was almost enough to make me ready to fuck or be fucked again. Marcus
moaned, having his orgasm inside Michael's bowels. Michael moaned lightly
while this was happening, and I could attest to that. When he exploded
inside of me it felt great, like his pleasure was somehow transmitted from
his cock to my body. Pretty soon Marcus stopped shivering, and slowly slid
his dick out. It wasn't very poopy at all, most likely because it wasn't
long enough to find most of that. He collapsed on the floor, taking deep
breaths and recovering. Both Michael and I smiled, he sitting up and
looking at me.

"Butt feels kinda weird, like I just took a shit," Michael said.

"Yeah," I replied. "That goes away soon. Felt good didn't it?"

"Fuck yeah," he said enthusiastically. "At first I wasn't so sure, but it
kept getting better and better. I almost orgasmed again just from what he
was doing."

Marcus slowly sat up.

"Holy crapola!" he said, looking at Michael. "That was awesome."

"I know," Michael grinned.

"Let's wash you off," I said to Marcus, directing him to the bathroom. Both
me and Michael helped to wash him off, paying special attention to roll
back his foreskin and clean in there. Once he was done we gave him the same
towel we used to dry off. I looked at the clock. It was nearly two
o'clock. We were all tired from our sexual experiences that night. I
suggested we go to bed, and they all agreed. By this time it was a given we
sleep naked together, and Michael's house was the perfect place for
that. He had a lock on his door and often locked it during sleepovers,
mostly because he didn't want his brother or sister barging in and waking
us up. We would use the same excuse this time. We all climbed into the
double bed and adjusted ourselves. I faced Marcus this time, since I did
the same with Michael last time. His balls hit my belly, radiating warmth
throughout my body. I put my top leg over his, letting my balls rest on his
upper thigh. He smiled and closed his eyes while Michael adjusted himself
behind me. He pressed his erect cock against my butt, letting the shaft
nestle itself between my cheeks like a hotdog. His soft, fuzzy pubic hair
pressed lightly against my upper cheek. I was in heaven, and fell asleep
quickly with the comfort of my friends.

I woke up suddenly, feeling something enter my bum and move around. I
slowly rolled my head over to see that it was Michael, sleepy eyed and
smiling at me.

"What time is it?" I asked.

"I dunno, like eight or something," Michael said, continuing to feel around
my backside. I was starting to get a boner and I could feel the tip of his
against my cheeks.

"Allright, lemme wake Marcus up," I said, rolling my head back over to
concentrate on Marcus' face. My hand slowly moved past his warm balls and
soft dick, finding his hole. I lifted his leg slightly to get a better
entrance angle, and then proceeded to insert my index finer into his hole,
much like Michael had just done to me. It was still very tight, much like I
remembered it from yesterday. Marcus' eyes darted open.

"Hey," I said softly smiling and looking deep into his blue eyes. He
adjusted a little bit, perhaps finally figuring out what that weird feeling
in his backside was.

"Is Michael awake?" he asked.

"Yeah, I am," Michael said, slowly removing his finger, sending a wave of
pleasure down me. I did the same with Marcus. I flipped onto my back and
they both turned on their sides, so that we were all facing each other. My
boner made the comforter rise slightly at my crotch area, and I pointed it
out to the both of them. We got a pretty good laugh out of that one, and of
course, they all had to try it as well. Unsurprisingly, Michael bragged how
his "tent" was the biggest, and we couldn't argue. Now I was horny and
wanted either of them bad, and I was sure they felt the same, as they were
constantly reaching down to adjust their painfully hard boners. Michael
scooted closer to me, looking to my eyes, and starting to hump my hip, his
rock hard dick sliding up and down my smooth body.

"I need to blow my load someway or another," he said, a pained expression
his face. He slowly stopped rubbing against me.

"Well, let's switch it up this time," I said, establishing the fact we were
going to have some fun again. "Whose ever ass you didn't fuck last time,
you do this time."

"Cool," Michael said. "Can I go first Marcus? I'm really freaking horny."

"Sure," Marcus said, calmly, smiling and understanding Michael's
situation. I scooted to the edge of the bed where Michael was sleeping,
feeling the incredible warmth he emitted into the sheets. Both he and
Marcus crawled out from under the sheets and got adjusted on top of the
bed. Marcus lay against the headboard, using the pillows to prop him
up. Instead of being flat on the ground, he was at a slight inclination. He
raised his legs and spread them, revealing again his perfect boyrose. It
was no longer red and angry last night, but Michael's cock would soon
change that. His balls hung down and I was sure Michael would have to raise
them up to avoid squeezing them. Michael finally located the bottle of
lotion and climbed back onto the bed. He still had a raging boner, and it
looked a little moist on the end. He lathered up Marcus' hole rather
quickly, as well as himself. He sure wanted to roll. Michael slowly lifted
up Marcus' genitals to clear the path to his boyrose, then got in
position. With the way Marcus was laying, Michael had to come in at a
shallow angle, his body parallel to Marcus' and his head right near Marcus'
as well. He moved his head to the side right next to Marcus', his forehead
resting on the pillow, then slowly pushed in. I could see the resistance
Marcus' hole was causing and Michael's dick bent until all of a sudden it
popped in. Marcus let out a little yelp.

"I'm okay," Marcus said. "Yours feels a little bigger than Danny's but it
doesn't hurt as much cause I'm used to it now I think."

Michael gave Marcus' hair and stroke then slowly slid back up until only
the tip of his head remained in Marcus. Then slowly back down he went,
enjoying the intense pleasure and resistance and wetness Marcus' bowels
provided. I was getting very horny just watching this spectacle, and I was
sure Michael wasn't very far from orgasm. Only thing I wish I could do was
eat the juice Michael would shoot, but maybe I could get some of that
later. This time it belonged to Marcus as a reward for giving up his
extraordinarily tight asshole. Marcus let out a few moans, letting Michael
know he was enjoying what was happening. Michael saved his moaning for the
end, when he exploded hard to Marcus.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhh...ooooooh...AHHHHHH," Michael wailed loudly, shivering and
sending shot after shot of his hot cum into Marcus' insides. Once done with
his orgasm, he slowly retracted, making Marcus jump and moan. His dick came
out with a "plop," now almost all the way soft, Michael collapsed against
the bed.

Marcus looked at me and smiled.

"Well, while Michael is recovering, you fuck me Marcus," I said, getting
into the same position Marcus was just in. Michael rolled himself to the
edge of the bed to allow room for us. Marcus got the lotion and slowly
lathered up my hole, rubbing it in circular motions. He slid a finger in
and made sure every part of the entry way was lathered up. As he lubricated
his own erection he looked at me and smiled, I smiled back, hoping I would
give him a good orgasm. He moved into position, looking at me for
reassurance. I nodded for him to go ahead, and he slipped his uncut cock
into me. He gasped a little as he slid it all the way in. To be honest, it
felt little like Michael's cock inside of me. It wasn't nearly as thick or
long, but that did not matter. I didn't feel much pain, none in fact, with
him inside of me. I knew that pretty soon I'd get used to a Michael sized
cock inside of me as well. Marcus slowly started to fuck me. It felt good,
maybe not as good as Michael, but then again, he wasn't nearly as long and
I wasn't feeling the slight pain I did with Michael. I just laid back and
enjoyed the sensations he was providing me and trying to compare them
against my experience with Michael. My erection grew very hard, ready for
Michael's boyrose when Marcus and I were done. He was slowly recovering,
now lying on his side observing me and Marcus' lovemaking. Marcus' head
landed on my chest and I could feel his rapid, shallow breaths on my
breasts. I played with his hair, stroking it gently with my hands. I could
sense his body tense up and realized he was about to orgasm. I reached down
and grabbed his butt cheeks, giving him extra leverage to slam down into
me. He did, and he exploded, shivering and shuddering for nearly twenty
seconds. I felt him go limp inside of me, and my butt slowly pooped his
soft cock out.  He fell back.

"Thanks," he managed to whisper, eyes closed, much like Michael was. I
bowed down and give his chest a kiss, something we hadn't really done
before, but it was something that felt right. He seemed to enjoy it, taking
a deep breath, making his chest rise, then slowly released the air with a
sigh. I looked over toward Michael, who was smiling at me.

"Ready?" I asked, eager to have my turn.

"Yup," he replied, assuming the same position Marcus and I had been
in. Instead of spreading his legs apart though, he raised them up and
pressed them against his chest, much like last night. I thought for sure I
could smell his sex hormones, and they were intoxicating me. Something
about this boy just made my mind go crazy. I looked at his perfectly formed
package, his soft, circumcised dick lying softly upon his well-formed
scrotum. They hung down to about an inch above his asshole in this
position. The small patch of light brown pubic hair topped off his perfect
boyhood. I leaned down and gave his balls a kiss, I just couldn't help
it. He smiled at me, and I took the lotion and rubbed it slowly around his
boyrose. It was tight, but not nearly as tight as Marcus'. I slipped a
finger in and felt around, nice and warm and soft, ready to pleasure my
erect cock. I lathered up my dick and slowly pressed it into his rectum,
feeling the muscle ring adjust and strain against my shaft. I pushed all
the way in, now nearly lying on top of his body. I could feel his warm
testicles pressed lightly against my soft belly. To my surprise I felt two
warm objects come in contact with my neck. They were Michael's lips. He
started to kiss all around my neck, sticking his tongue out and
licking. Meanwhile, I was enjoying these sensations and continuing to fuck
Michael at a slow and rhythmic pace. In and out I went, holding myself up
right above his shoulder, breathing shallowly and rapidly upon his neck. He
continued to slowly kiss any part of my body that came close to his lips. I
could feel his penis rising to an erection as it strained against my
belly. My cock was going wild with sensation, every push into Michael
sending me closer to the edge. I started to get that feeling in my stomach,
and I know it wouldn't be long. I started to move more rapidly, and Michael
realized what was happening. His pulled his legs extra far back to help aid
with the change in pace. I put my hands on the backs of his smooth thighs,
feeling their softness. I used them to help give me extra force into
Michael's warm insides. With every stroke my balls slammed hard against his
lower cheeks, the area where one day I would have pubic hair slamming into
his warm balls. It all came to a climax that was the biggest and most
forceful of my young life. Something about Michael that morning just sent
me over the edge, and it was reflected in my orgasm. Dry shot after dry
shot into his bowels came, probably a dozen in all before it finally
subdued. I slowly retracted my dick from Michael's insides, watching it
slide out half erect, before falling back against the bed. I was so
exhausted I couldn't move, but I did manage to mumble thanks to
Michael. His response came in the form of a kiss on my belly and the gentle
rubbing of my thighs. I opened my eyes a minute or so later to find Marcus
lying on his back and Michael gently playing with his erection. Nothing
major, just trying to pass some time while I recovered.

"Damn Danny, that wins award for biggest explosion ever," Michael
said. "Though you were gonna rip my freaking asshole out."

"Yeah," I replied, totally taken by Michael's beauty. "You were awesome."

I looked at the both of them and we all smiled. We knew we had something
special here, something that would never leave our little circle.

"We'd better go downstairs and eat some breakfast," Michael said, slowly
putting on his boxers. We followed suit, and pretty soon we were all fully
clothed. As we walked out, I looked at them, and could imagine all of them
nude in great detail. Just a month or two ago I was trying just to picture
them nude, now their hot young bodies were etched into my mind. We ate
breakfast, Michael's parents and sister oblivious to our fun last
night. The only way they would suspect anything would be if they heard us,
but Michael's room is way in the corner of the house opposite of most
bedrooms. Even then, we had his trusty lock if someone did decide to barge
in. I had a feeling his house would be the main location for our
activities, with my house also being in the mix. We could probably think of
a lot more things to do in the hot tub now. Marcus' house was no good,
considering he shared a room with his older brother and it was right next
to his parent's room.

After breakfast Marcus had to go home, as his family was taking a trip of
the beach. We waved goodbye to him as the family minivan rolled by and
picked him up. Michael and I receded into the house, slightly bummed that
the third piece to our puzzle was gone.

"We should take a shower," Michael said.

"You can loan Danny your extra swimsuit," Michael's mom said, overhearing
us.

"Good idea," Michael said in a very convincing fashion. Dang, this boy was
good.

Michael and I headed upstairs, getting his two swimsuits from his drawer
and bringing them into the bathroom. As we started to undress, I could see
a lump in Michael's pants. I swear, that boy never got tired, he was like a
machine. We both quietly stripped, quickly taking in the other's body
before moving toward the shower. It wasn't really a big deal to be naked
anymore like it was before; I felt just as comfortable with Michael with
clothes or without them. Michael turned on the water and adjusted it to a
nice temperature. While he was doing this, he was bent over with his rump
sticking up in the air. I moved over and slowly rubbed it, then lowered my
now erect cock onto his cheeks and looked over his shoulder, as if
interested in what he was doing. When he finally got the perfect
temperature he pulled the lever sending the water rushing to the shower
head. We both stepped into the shower, knowing something was going to go
down. We both soaped each other off, paying special attention to each
others' genitals and rumps. I loved the feeling of the slippery soap
against his smooth, flawless skin. We both helped to wash the soap off each
other, running our hands up and down the other's body. Michael reached out
of the shower and picked up the swimsuits, holding them under the stream of
water until they were soaked. He rung them out quickly then threw them back
onto the bathroom floor.

"There," he said with a grin. I busted up laughing; this kid was just too
funny.

"Let's rinse each others hair," I said, grabbing the bottle of
shampoo. Michael wet his head then moved over toward me. He stood facing
and leaning in toward me. I could feel the tip of his cock press against my
stomach. Michael Jr. would just have to wait, I had to wash his hair
first. I slowly rubbed the shampoo in, massaging his scalp to the best of
my ability. He moaned softly, and I had a feeling this would only get us
hornier. I slowly rinsed the shampoo out of his hair, and then took up the
bottle of shampoo again. He looked slightly confused as I took a pea sized
amount in my palm. I reached toward his crotch and rubbed it into his pubic
hair until it foamed much like his normal hair. He smiled and laughed,
telling me it tickled.

"Well, you have to be clean everywhere," I said matter of factly. "And you
get special attention for being the only one with hair yet."

I slowly rinsed the soap out and gave his dick one quick stroke. I didn't
want to do too much, that would be saved for later, and I think he knew
that as well. We switched roles as he lathered up my hair. His fingers
moved everywhere, massaging every possible follicle of my hair. This kid
was good at just about everything he did. He slowly rinsed the shampoo out
of my hair, then reached back for the bottle of shampoo and took a small
amount in his hand. He lowered it to my pubis and rubbed it in until it
foamed on my hairless skin.

"Hopefully I'll grow hair and squirt soon," I said, enchanted with his
every move.

He looked deep into my eyes, his dark brown eyes piercing me to my very
soul.

"Not too soon," he said. "You're perfect just the way you are."

And with that, we slowly moved toward each other and kissed. It was just a
peck with each other on the lips, but we both moved to do it without
hesitation. We both were on the same page and wanted the same thing. He
continued to look deep into my eyes as he slowly rinsed my balls off. We
kissed again. I couldn't help but moan once we were done. The feelings of
love were overwhelming, and I needed to do something about them now. I
looked down at his rock-hard dick.

"Lay down," I said, watching him lower to his butt then stretch out, his
head near the bath facet and away from the falling water. I moved toward
his crotch; his dick swaying as he adjusted into a comfortable position. I
immediately took it in my mouth, massaging his perfectly formed head and
stroking his long, hard shaft with the rest of my mouth. I let his dick
out, it bouncing wildly, and moved to his balls. I took each one in my
mouth, feeling the smoothness of his skin down there against my tongue,
massaging each one to the best of my ability. He didn't taste like much,
just the soap, but that didn't matter. Knowing that he was being pleasured
at my mercy was enough. I moved back up to his cock and realized it
wouldn't be too long before he blew. I slowed down when I felt him tense
up, knowing from experience this would prolong the orgasm, and in return,
make it that much more explosive. Within about twenty seconds he blew,
thrusting his cock into my mouth. His patch of pubic hair was hitting my
nose and tickling it, almost to the point where I had to sneeze. His hot
boy juices splattered into my mouth, about three shots in all came from the
top of his sensitive head. I swallowed his runny emission then slowly let
his cock out of my mouth. I watched it slowly go limp on top of his balls
and his eyes slowly open.

"Woah Danny, that was great," Michael said.

"Anything for you," I said, kissing him slowly on the balls.

After a few moments in silence recovering Michael said, "I'd offer you my
ass, but it still kind of feels weird from this morning."

"It's okay," I said. "Don't want to wear it out for later."

"Lay back and let me blow you then," Michael said, and I obliged. I closed
my eyes and waited for Michael's expert mouth to hit me once again. This
time he started on my balls, massaging them both at once. I brought my legs
toward my body and spread them as far as I could, opening my crotch as much
as possible for Michael. He moved to my shaft, which jumped with
electricity when his mouth hit it. I don't care how many times he blew me,
I don't think I'd ever get tired of that sensation. Michael again expertly
sucked my hard on, making me feel the most intense pleasure I have in quite
some time. Then again, just about every time we did something I thought it
was the best I had ever felt. It was just kind of that way with Michael. I
climaxed and blew into his mouth, as I lifted my legs up and rested them on
top of his back. After some time I was finally done convulsing, and I
relaxed, letting my whole body go flat. Michael lay on top of me, using my
chest as a pillow. We both just lay there listening to each others heart
beat until the water started to get cold. We both slowly sat up, kissed
lightly on the lips, then got out of the shower. We toweled each other off
and helped each other get dressed. We walked out of the bathroom and saw
Michael's mom, who was waking by with a basket of laundry.

"You guys sure took a long shower," she remarked.

"Yeah, we started talking and stuff and lost track of time," Michael said
casually. "Can Danny stay again tonight?"

"Sure," Michael`s mom said. "You guys always seem to have such a good time
together."

We watched as she walked away and into the other room. Michael turned
toward me with a grin.

"If she only knew the half of it," he remarked.

I smiled and gave him a playful punch on the shoulder. We were both happy,
knowing we would be with each other another night. It was a shame Marcus
wasn't here, but Michael and I had something special between just
us. Something at this point, I couldn't quite explain.

THE END


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Also, be on the lookout for a new story involving Danny and Michael. It
will be broken into 9 parts and is approximately 4 times larger than "The
Beginning" story. It is set the summer following these events, so about 6
months or so later. Please e-mail any story ideas or suggestions. Hope you
enjoyed it.

For those of you wondering, all three characters are based on actual people
I knew during my childhood. Although we did have some fun and many parts
are on based on actual experiences, this story is fiction.