Date: Wed, 21 Nov 2007 15:37:27 -0800 (PST)
From: tag michaels <tag_m@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Little Red Roosters

Like many of you, I've seen more than my share of nude boy pix on the
next. Anyway, I've also seen my share of well endowed young teens, that is,
boys at least an inch, or more, over the average for their age. So, I got
to wondering what it would be like if they formed a mutual society club
and this story is the result. I hope it's as interesting to read as it
was to write. As always, N-joi
Hugs
Tag_m


 A lot of people deny that the club exists and they believe so for a
variety of reasons. They don't believe that teenage boys can be that
secretive or keep a secret that big. They don't believe that an
organization can be that big and there be no proof of it. No one who
didn't belong had ever infiltrated the club. No pictures existed because
the rules were very explicit on that subject. No adults were allowed to
join the club or attend any meetings except under very special and
equally rare circumstances. And once a boy turned sixteen or seventeen he
generally moved to the next oldest group, the 16-19 or so age group. So
those are some of the reasons why people that have heard of it don't
really believe it, considering the club to be another urban myth. My name
is Tristan and I'm here to tell you that the club does exist and it has
chapters in every major city on the west coast, possible the east coast
by now for all I know. And I know all this because I was one of the
original founder's of the club almost twenty years ago.

How it happened was sort of interesting. I turned thirteen on August 4th
and at that tender age I was sporting a seven and a quarter inch cock.
Needless to say I had been the hero of my seventh grade gym class;
endowed with that which every boy aspired to have. My gym teacher even
took me aside and asked if any of the other boys teased me about my
physical attributes and when I shook my head he assured me that if I had
any problems or questions to feel free to come talk to him. I never felt
the need.

I wasn't a large boy at thirteen, barely five foot one and a hundred
fifteen pounds in soaking wet clothes. I suppose that's part of the
reason my dick looked so out of place. I had a very sparse amount of
light brown hairs growing down there but none on my balls yet, the smooth
bag of eggs having developed early also and hanging long and loose
between my pale thighs. I loved tugging on them when I beat off, it
seemed to make me squirt out my sperms better or something.

So, anyway, shortly after my birthday I was at the community pool in our
West Side neighborhood stripping my suit off in the shower. As always
there were stares from younger boys and sneaking glances from older ones.

"You ever get tired of being stared at?" I heard a melodic voice ask
quietly behind me. I turned to see a boy about my age and size, a few
months older I found out later, who was smiling at me and peeling his own
suit down. It was that movement that caused me to glance down and
discover that the boy that was hung like I was.

"As you can guess I get it a lot too. You got a nice one though," he said
which I felt gave me permission to look at him. Like me, he was a good
seven inches long but had more hairs than I did, the patch of black curls
restricted to the very base of his thick boy meat. His balls weren't
quite as big as mine and didn't hang as low either but they were just as
smooth.

"Yeah, I do so I guess we're in the same boat. You got a nice one too," I
said returning the compliment.

"Thanks, my name's Andrew. But never Andy," he added with a laugh. We
shook hands while I told him my name then we both went about rinsing the
chlorine from our mostly smooth, flat bodies. We soon discovered that if
one big dick caught attention then two together was even more so but we
ignored it. As we stepped out of the shower Andrew asked if I wanted to
meet outside and go for a milkshake or something so I nodded my head and
we went to our lockers and got dressed.

Ten minutes later we were seated at a patio table at a little burger
shack across the street from the pool. It seemed that Andrew had moved to
our area of the city from the north end and would thus be attending the
same school and grade that I would be. After a lot of the basics were out
of the way we got down to the business of the common factor that had
brought us together, our big cocks.

It turned out that we both started growing when we were eleven or so and
both had reached six inches before we ever had a single hair. Both of our
fathers had the facts of life talk with us early for both fathers
admitted that they too had matured earlier and faster than other boys.
Neither parent had taken the opportunity to show their sons their own
cocks however. We'd both taken some good natured teasing, both been
called horse or dong in gym class. Of course more than one boy wanted to
know how big it got when it was hard and a few wondered aloud how cool it
would be to suck your own cock which I hadn't tried yet but Andrew had, a
fact that he admitted to with a big, toothy smile.

Getting a boner when you didn't want one was a problem that plagued all
boys but when your dick is as big as ours it's a whole lot harder to hide
or to even readjust it. Underwear was kind of a problem at times too cuz
boys didn't wear boxers then, only briefs and believe me, my waist size
didn't provide the pouch needed to contain me sometimes so things could
be tight and uncomfortable. Jacking off was pretty cool cuz we had plenty
to work with and our balls were bigger than just about every other boy
our age and like me, Andrew's were pretty sensitive and we made sperm,
sometimes three or four good squirts of the stuff.

So Andrew and I sipped milkshakes and commiserated about the problems of
being a big cocked boy.

"I wonder if there are lots of other boys like us," I said in passing and
Andrew said he knew of a couple of boys. "Maybe we should start a club or
something, I responded, "I mean, they got clubs for everything else."

"Ha ha ha ha," Andrew laughed. "Yeah we could call it the long cocked
club."

"Yeah we could even charge dues and stuff, maybe get t-shirts made or
something," I added.

"Yeah cept I don't think we could get that printed on a shirt and no way
could I ever wear it anywhere, I mean, my parents would kill me if they
ever saw it and we'd probly get arrested. Besides I already get enough
attention from the goddamned thing I don't need to advertise it." I could
see what he meant and agreed with him. Things were getting pretty loose
in the year of 1968 but no way could a thirteen year old get away with a
t-shirt that had that printed on it.

"So have you ever done any stuff with another boy Tristan?" Andrew asked
me in a low conspiratorial voice. I felt my face blush a little bit cuz I
had actually messed around a little with a couple of other boys, jacking
off together. That led to a discussion about beating off and nut tugging
and other kinds of boy sex talk. It also led to an invitation to spend
the night Andrew's that coming Saturday.

That night I lay naked on my bed, a cooling breeze tickling my body. I
did that frequently and not for reasons of feeling sexy but just cuz it
was so much more comfortable. I had gotten up and put a Stones album on
my record player and was sort of waiting for the song Little Red Rooster
to come on. I loved the Stones and the Beatles and all kinds of other
rock groups and my parents were good about letting me listen to their
albums cuz I was real careful with them.

I loved the song; the slow heavy beat as well as the lyrics. Although I
didn't understand the concept at the time I would grow up to be a blues
kid, loving the blues with every fiber of my soul and Little Red Rooster
was one of my early influences and favorites. So I lay there idly playing
with my dick thinking about what Andrew and I had talked about, a club
for boys with big dicks. I wondered what such a gathering of boys would
do, as a club. I mean in cub scouts we'd had plenty of stuff to do. I
knew that clubs at school talked about and did stuff that the club was
formed for, like math or science club.  So I guessed we could hang out
and talk about big cocks, maybe compare cocks, have a cock of the month
award or new cock award if we got a new member; something.

The song came on and I got up and turned the volume up but not enough to
earn a thump on the wall. I let the beat flow through body and listened
as Mick talked about having lost his Little Red Rooster and if anyone saw
him please drive him home. I felt my dick begin to thicken and by song's
end I was full on hard, my thick pale meat stretched past my belly button
and the slit had a tiny, shiny pearl of precum on it. I jumped up and
turned the record player down and watched my fully hardened cock bob as I
walked back to my bed.

I lay back and stroked myself, using a thumb and fingers grip toward the
top of the shaft. I played with my balls while I fanaticized about
Allison Stanly sucking my cock. Then I thought about what Andrew had said
about messing around with other boys and wondered what it would be like
if he sucked my cock and I sort of wondered what it would be like to suck
on his dick, or any other boy's dick for that matter. I knew that some
boys did that and basically it was no big deal. I started getting the
tickling feeling in my balls and my belly then before I knew it my sperm
was flying out onto my chest, the first squirt at least. The next one
sort of spit out onto my belly then there were a couple of oozes and it
was all over.

I lay there panting and rubbing my cock, squeezing the sensitive head and
smearing my cum all over it, massaging the goo into my skin and thinking
to myself, "There was something about The Little Red Rooster that had
some relevance to my current situation." The problem was I couldn't
figure it out. But I would and it would be just shy of brilliant, at
least Andrew thought so.

The weekend came and I headed to Andrew's house after dinner and chores,
using my bike since he was only about a mile away. His family lived in
one of those modern houses, one story with a basement, flat roof and lots
of big windows. I went through the laborious process of meeting his
parents and his younger brother and sister.  At one point I got a chance
to glance at his father's crotch, wondering, but I couldn't tell
anything. We went downstairs to Andrew's bedroom where I got a bit of a
surprise; the family room had been turned into a bedroom for him so he
had a fireplace and his own bathroom and the room was big enough that he
had an old sofa, chair and coffee table as well as his bed which was just
a king sized mattress lying on the floor with a simple wood frame around
it. Overall it was bitchin.

We talked about boy stuff; music, the heavy amount of radicalism and war
that was being shown nightly on the news, sports-mostly baseball- and
other generalized stuff. It was over an hour before the topic of the long
cocked club came up.

"I been thinkin about it quite a bit actually," Andrew said and I
admitted that I too had given it some thought. We compared notes. We
would have to have some guidelines about age and size he told me. "I
don't think we should have older boys in it cuz they're likely to push us
around, treat us like little kids and sort of take over." I nodded my
head then we agreed that it would be mostly junior high kids, grades 7-9
which meant generally 12-14 year old boys. We might make exceptions
depending on the boy and if he had a big enough cock and if he was a nice
trustworthy kid, not a dick wad.  We talked about size and what the
criteria should be. It seems Andrew had given it a whole lot more thought
that I had for he'd gone to the library and managed to get his hands on a
book on sexual development of boys.

"There's pretty much, like, an average size for each age. So thirteen
year olds are like four inches or so, fourteen year olds five and half
going on six inches and so on. Sometimes boys have big dicks when they're
young but grow into them, in other words the dick doesn't keep on
growin." That led to a discussion about cocks that kept growing and older
teens with foot long cocks and of course ended in giggles with the notion
of having to toss the thing over your shoulder in order to carry it
around and how could you ever put it up a woman's pussy.

I noticed as we talked that Andrew pushed or pulled at the front of his
jean a couple of times and wondered if he was getting a boner. That idea
along with the growing sex talk made my own cock start to stir and the
second I touched the front of my jeans Andrew commented on it.

"Are you getting a boner too?" he asked, "I been for ten minutes." I
admitted that I was getting a little hard so he asked if I wanted to take
my jeans off, that it would be more comfortable, as if I needed
instruction in that department. I started getting butterflies in my belly
at the thought of doing something sexy with Andrew. He was a cute boy,
soft smooth face with big dark brown eyes and light black hair that was
sort of a bowl type cut only it was layered so he didn't look like prince
Valiant or something like that. I no sooner nodded my head when Andrew
said cool and undid his jeans and pulled his butt in the air and slid
them down to ankles then off onto the floor. His white cotton briefs were
stretched out to their fullest, his cock at full rise, or so it seemed.
He automatically squeezed at the tube that was hidden there then did the
same for his balls which were bulging out down below.

I quickly joined him, shucked my jeans and did the same thing that he was
doing; pressing, touching and fondling my thick cock and my balls and
Andrew watched attentively.  We kept it up for a good minute, not talking
but just playing with ourselves but mostly watching each other.

"Oh fuck Tristan I want to beat off so bad," he said in a soft voice. And
I told him I did too so without speaking we both lifted out butts again
and pulled our briefs off and tossed them on the floor with our jeans.
Andrew immediately took his t-shirt off as well so I followed suit and we
lay back on his bed, fully exposed to each other and staring at each
other's boyhood charms. I thought that his cock was almost beautiful, the
thick long shaft hanging in the air above his flat belly, the fat head
getting a little redder from the excitement. His nuts hung gently between
his thighs but like I said mine were a little bigger and hung lower. I
was surprised when Andrew commented on my stuff.

"Gosh your cock is so hot looking Tristan. Can I touch it?" I had never
been touched by anyone since I was a baby and I'd never touched another
boy, although I'd thought about it, wondering what another boy's dick
would feel like. I was unprepared for how it would feel having my dick
touched and as soon as I nodded my head the cute boy reached over and
grasped onto me and squeezed up and down the length of my cock. I about
fainted dead out right there on the spot and moaned softly to myself.

"Feels good doesn't it?" he asked, adding "you can touch mine if you want
to." I reached over and took hold of his cock and discovered the strange
difference of firmness yet softness of skin. The firm flesh felt warm in
my hand and without thinking I stroked his rampant cock a couple of
times.

"You want to beat each other off? I mean, I'll do you if you'll do me,"
he asked, his voice seeming to have gotten a little deeper, a fact I'd
learn was associated with being all hotted up and feelin way sexy. At
that point in time I would have done almost anything so just nodded my
head and kept on jacking him off while he started doing the same thing to
me. Being young sperming boys it never seemed to take long to cum but
with someone else doing it, the sexiness of the whole thing seemed to
make it happen faster. I lasted about a minute. As usual it just sort of
seemed to happen without much warning.

"Oh shit," I groaned and felt my dick get harder then the incredible
feelings of cumming. I pushed my hips up and Andrew jacked me harder as
my dick spit out a glob of sperm that landed on my neck.

"Fuck that's hot; jack me harder Tristan," Andrew moaned. I tried my best
and must have succeeded for soon the same thing happened to him and I
managed to watch his cock head spit out a little glob then shoot out
another glob that landed on his chest. For both of us the rest of the
cumming was more like little spurts of jizz that plopped out onto our
panting bellies. I finally let go of Andrew and let my hand rest on the
bed between us but he kept his hand wrapped around my dick.

"I like how your cock feels in my hand Tristan, I kinda don't want to let
go of it." I told him I didn't mind him holding on to it and in fact I
didn't. He finally let go and crawled off the mattress and got a t-shirt
from his laundry basket and wiped himself off then gently cleaned me off
as well, handling my hard cock with as much tenderness as I would have.

"That was pretty outta sight," he said after getting back on the mattress
and lying on his side facing me. I agreed with him and we just sort of
looked at each other for a moment, each fondling our still hard dicks. It
was sexy feeling lying there like that and I wondered if we were gonna do
more stuff, like maybe even get to suckin each other.

"We have to come up with a better name," he said out of the blue. I
looked at him for a moment and he said, "The club, we have to come up
with a better name, one that means something to us but not anybody else."
I told him I'd been thinking of the same thing but so far had no ideas. I
told him I'd been wondering about what we'd do if we had club meetings
and he said we could do anything that we wanted but he'd bet that a part
of it would have to do with showing off our dicks and maybe doing stuff
together, being sexy. He squeezed his cock a couple extra times when he
said that part about being sexy.

I was beginning to wonder if my new friend was sort of into the sex
thing. He seemed to talk about it a lot and made plenty of references to
playing with other boys. He certainly didn't waste any time with me.

"How about if I get a hold of the other two boys I told you about and see
about getting together like tomorrow night or something. I thought about
that, wondered if my parents would let me stay overnight twice in one
weekend and figured they would. They were pretty lax about that kind of
stuff. I told him okay and he smiled and said groovy. He was quiet for a
moment then asked if I'd like to see something sort of cool. I nodded my
head. He rolled over toward the wall and fumbled around under his
mattress and pulled out a magazine. I wasn't quite shocked but close to
it as he explained that a cousin had left it as his house on accident
after staying a week with him.

The magazine was called Boyhood magazine and had black and white pictures
of naked teenage boys, some as young as me and Andrew. Mostly they didn't
have boners but were just boys posing around. I felt my cock throb as I
looked them, wondering what it would be like to do that, to model nude in
front of other people. Andrew was, once again, on the same wave length.

"How can they pose like that and not get boners, man I'd be stone hard in
seconds." He thumbed through the pages, stopping on one and pointing out
a young blonde boy who was cute was all hell and asking me what I thought
of the boy. I told him I thought the boy was way cute and Andrew smiled
at me, nodding his head.

"Yeah, I've beat off looking at him tons of times."  I thought that was a
little bit odd but not too much, I mean I thought the photos were pretty
cool looking, definitely boner makers. Andrew continued to turn pages
with one hand play with his cock with the other and steal glances at me
to see what I was doing, which was pretty much the same.  My dick head
was leaking out precum and I found myself rubbing and squeezing the
sensitive flesh, the precum acting as a good lube.

"Umm, I got another one if you want to see something different," Andrew
said. I detected a little hesitancy in his voice and wondered why but
said sure anyhow. No matter what it was, I knew it wouldn't be the Sears
catalog. Boy was I right about that.

The new magazine that he fished out was in full color with two full on
naked boys with big hard cocks on the cover. The inside was something
totally different.

"Oh my God," I said, looking at a full page color image of the two boys
facing each in a sixty nine and sucking on each other's dicks. Further on
in the magazine they fucked each other, the close up of the camera
letting us see where one boy's fat cock went right inside the other boy's
asshole. My dick was so hard the head was turning red from it.

"Fuck isn't that so hot Tristan. Don't you wonder what it's like to do
that?"

"Which part?" I asked and Andrew said either one. Well, doing it seemed
like the most important thing to me but apparently my new friend was more
open. I didn't consider it long for the boy set the magazine down.

`So, do you want to try any of this stuff," he asked. I nodded my head
before I thought then added,

"Well the sucking part. I'm not sure about actual fucking." He nodded his
head and asked if I'd ever done it before and I shook my head.

"Lay back and I'll do you first and show you how it's done." I had no
problem what so ever with that so relaxed on the mattress. Andrew wasted
no time at all lying with his face close to my crotch. He mimed how to
cover my teeth with my lips as he held onto my rigid cock and squeezed on
it.  A moment later I groaned out loud as my swollen cock head was
enveloped in warmth and Andrew's tongue explored the ultra sensitive
flesh. Without thinking I put my hand on his head and ruffled his hair
with my fingers. He slid his head up and down, taking a couple inches of
my shaft into his mouth then stopped and lay back beside me.

"How was that, did you like it?" I smiled through half lidded eyes and
nodded my head. "You wanna try doin me now?" he asked. I nodded my head
and got into position, took hold of his cock and reveled again in the
feel of him. I stroked him a couple times while my eyes gazed over all
that which made him a boy, never having had the chance to really explore
another boy and thus learn about my own anatomy from a different
perspective. I could smell him there too, an interesting mix of odors
that I sort of liked. I mean I'd smelled my own fingers after playing
with my balls and stuff before so I sort knew what it would be like but
it was different smelling it on a actual boy. I finally leaned my head
down, opened my mouth and did it, closed my mouth over the swollen head
of his cock and tasted a cock for the first time.

I was totally unprepared for the feel of his flesh on my tongue and lips.
I found it sort of spongy and satiny at the same time. I let my tongue
explore all over it, loved the feel of the underside of the head, then
moved my head up and down and began sucking his cock. I loved it and when
I was done a moment later I told him so. He asked if I wanted to try the
sixty nine and I figured it would be like double your pleasure and double
your fun, just like the gum commercial on TV so nodded my head and Andrew
turned around and faced the other way.

It was interesting seeing how his balls spilled down onto his thigh. I
thought that boy's balls were sort of amazing, so pliable at times,
sensitive at other. When I beat off and they were dancing around like
spit on a griddle I wondered why that didn't hurt. I touched Andrew's
sagging nuts, squeezed and pulled on them a little and the boy sighed
then did the same to me. It felt pretty damn good.

Andrew took my cock into his mouth first, creating a wave of pleasure
through my small body. I loved the warmth of him as he tongued and sucked
me and immediately did the same for him. Without thinking, I reached over
him and draped my hand across his butt, my fingers resting against his
crack. He started slowly moving his hips, sort of gently fucking his dick
into my mouth and I did my best to take as much of him into my mouth as
he was taking me into his.

"Hey Tristan," he said softly, "it's okay if you cum in my mouth, I don't
mind," then he went back to sucking me. I didn't miss beat, kept on
sucking on Andrew's thickened dick, but wondered what that would be like,
to have his warm sperm in my mouth. More so I wondered about shooting my
own cum into his. It sounded like a pretty hot idea, having a boy drink
my sperms.

As if to encourage my balls to give up their hot juices Andrew stroked my
cock as he concentrated on sucking just the head while his tongue moved
all over the sensitive flesh. I tried to concentrate on sucking Andrew
and making him cum but the feelings on my dick were too much. Before I
knew it I was cumming and I couldn't suck on Andrew but could only moan
out loud at the feelings. I was really hotted up and went back to sucking
him and before I knew it Andrew cummed, the load of gooey sperm flooding
my mouth. There really wasn't all the much cum but it was my first time
so it seemed like it. I tasted the rather salty, dry liquid before
swallowing it, the stuff sliding down my throat without any problem at
all.

Andrew continued to stroke and suck on me and I tried to ride the
feelings but my cock head was way too sensitive and I pulled away from
him. He seemed to understand, letting me go, but continuing to jack my
hard cock. I finally let go of him and rolled onto my back and Andrew did
the same.

"Was that outta sight or what?" the cute dark haired boy asked as we both
lay there, bellies panting and idly playing with our stuff. "I been
wantin to taste a boy's sperm and it's not so bad, ya know?" I agreed
with him, in the not tasting bad part that is, but at that point I'd
never considered eating another boy's cum. It would be a practice that
I'd continue throughout my teenage years. He rolled over and faced me.

"I'm glad we sort of found each other Tristan. It's hard making new
friends, ya know?" I sort of had an idea about that but heck, I'd lived
in the same house for ten years so, I guess I didn't really know what it
was like. He seemed like a nice boy though and he sure seemed to know a
lot of stuff about sex and at my tender age that was a pretty big plus in
any boy friendship.

"I got a lot of teasing from other boys in my last school, about having
such a big cock. It was all in fun and stuff but still it gets kind of
old and I was always afraid that they'd tell every one then the whole
school would know about it. My two friends who you're gonna meet tomorrow
are way cool Tristan, you're gonna like em I think and they, ya know,
like to mess around so it should be fun."

Then Andrew did a strange thing. He moved in close and hugged me, held me
actually, his head against my chest and a hand on my hip. I was a little
shocked at first but found out quickly that I liked it. I liked the warm
feeling of his body against mine. I put my hand on his back and rubbed it
a little like his hand was doing on my hip. I liked the feel of his skin,
so soft and smooth but mostly I loved the closeness, the good feeling of
just being held.

Although it was barely nine thirty we both drifted off like that, falling
asleep in each other's arms. I woke from a weird dream to find Andrew
playing with my cock, the main light having been turned off at some point
and replaced by a very low watt bulb at the other end of the room and
bathing it in a soft light. I was about half way hard and as soon as I
figured out what was going on I went to full on boner in seconds. Andrew
knew I was awake and said,

"Is this okay Tristan, my touching you?" It sure was and I told him that.
It seemed to spur him on and before I knew it he was sucking my cock
again. I lay there and enjoyed the feelings that were ripping through my
thirteen year old body. The warm grip on my shaft, the warmth of his
mouth as it slid up and down on my cock and the feel of his tongue as it
explored my cock head were almost too much to bear. I put my hand on his
head and rubbed my fingers in his dark hair and I could almost hear him
purr with pleasure. I think I realized right then that sex and cock meant
more to Andrew that it did to me but I didn't care, I was getting my dick
sucked. That was until he started licking my balls.

Getting my nuts licked and sucked rated right up there with cock sucking,
that is getting my cock sucked. I knew my smooth nuts were sensitive but
fuck, I didn't know how much till Andrew went to work on them. He lifted
the sac and licked down underneath them and I heard myself groan in
pleasure.

"Fuck Andrew quit fucking around and make me cum," I finally told him and
heard him laugh. He got to his knees and straddled one of my legs,
resting his balls on my thigh,n then bent over and pulled my thick cock
upright and lowered his head. I melted as my cock head was surrounded by
the warmth of him and knew that cumming wasn't going to take all that
much time or work.

He bobbed his head, stroked my cock and played with my balls. And I
spermed. I felt my eyes cross, my balls tingle, my cock thicken and my
belly tighten; all in two blinks of an eye, not that mine were open or
blinking. Andrew didn't take my cock out of his mouth, instead electing
to swallow my cum for a second time that night. It was so incredible
being able to squirt out my sperm without having to do anything but lay
back and enjoy it. Now that was a bag I could get into to.

Andrew finally let go and moved up along side of me and snuggled up
close. I automatically put my arm out and he readjusted himself, head on
my shoulder and an arm across my belly. I could feel his hard cock
against my hip but I was too tired to do anything about it and Andrew
didn't seem too concerned about it.

"Was that okay for you Tristan," the cute young thing asked me so I
hugged and assured him that it was. "I'm glad," he responded, hugging me
for a moment then relaxing. I drifted off to sleep again and didn't wake
until the early morning sun was peaking through the curtains that covered
the narrow windows close to the top of the room. The clock at the side of
the bed read seven forty five so I crawled off the mattress and went into
the bathroom, seven plus inches of hard cock leading the way for me. I
went through the ritual, using two fingers to hold my hard dick pointed
downward and leaning forward over the toilet to relieve the pressure at
the base of rigid shaft. I'd barely started pissing when Andrew came in,
his young body in the same condition as mine, so I stepped to the side a
little to give the boy room.

"I have to get going if I want to spend the night tonight," I told him.
"I gotta mow my lawn and a neighbor lady's. My parents will be more
likely to let me come back over if I get the stuff done early."  He
nodded his head as I finished.

"You wanna take a shower before you go?" he asked me. I shook my head but
thanked him. In response he said,

"Too bad, maybe tonight sometime; showers are lotsa fun." He said it with
a bit of a grin so I guessed he was talking about being sexed up in
there. Well, I knew that from my own shower experiences, it had just
never occurred to me to make a party out of it.  His shower was cool too;
a regular small room that could hold three or four people. Five minutes
later I was dressed while Andrew lay on his mattress and worked his cock
back into a hard on.

"Wanna jack me off before you go?" he asked. I didn't but I figured I
owed him one for the night before. When I said I would he reached down
between his mattress and the frame and pulled out a bottle of Vaseline
lotion. "Here use this, it'll feel better and make me cum faster."

Well that was new one on me but I complied, smearing my right hand then
sitting on the edge of the wooden bed frame. I took hold of his nail hard
thick cock and began beating him off and right away he told me to just
work on the head, so I did. He started moaning right off the bat which
made me wonder just how good that might feel. Andrew reached down and
began tugging on the smooth sac of balls that hung between his pale
hairless thighs then told me to jack him fast, so I did. It really was
only about thirty seconds before he told me to move off the head and
another five before his cock erupted with a strand of sperm that shot up
to his nipples.

"Oh yeah Tristan, hold it tighter," he moaned. I did what I could and the
boy's nuts gave up three actual jets of warm young cum, two landing close
to his chest and the last on closer to his flat little belly button then
the thing oozed its gooey white juices down over my fingers. It gave me a
boner doing him like that and I had to stand up cuz my dick was way
cramped in my jeans. I took the shirt we'd used the night before and
wiped his sperm from my fingers then handed him the shirt.

"You want me to do you before you go?" he asked and I shook my head. I
really needed to get going and told him I'd call by noon or sooner to let
him know if I was coming or not.

"Well I'm gonna have my friends over anyhow and I'd really like you to
meet em so I hope you can stay again tonight." We did the thumb wrap fist
grip that everyone was using to greet or say goodbye and I headed out,
leaving Andrew lying naked on his bed. My dick had gone down enough so
that by the time I got to my bike I could start the ride home without a
whole lot of discomfort.


"Good morning honey," my mom said as I walked through the back door into
the kitchen. "You're home early."

"Yeah, I got two lawns to mow." She looked at me with a raised eyebrow.

"Okay, so what's going on?" Moms can hard to get one by on, at least my
mom was and I knew better than to try and bullshit her.

"Well, Andrew invited me to spend the night again tonight. He's inviting
two other friends over and we're gonna have a Monopoly marathon. I told
him I was the best there was so it was sort of a challenge. Can I go mom?
You know how good I am at Monopoly; I have a reputation to defend."

Instead of giving me an answer she went into mom mode wanting to know who
Andrew was because she didn't remember ever meeting him, what did his
parents do where did they live and all that crap. I gave the abridged
version, described the house they were in cuz she'd admired it before,
said I didn't know just what his dad did but he wore a suit and tie and
his parents both seemed nice.

"So can I mom, please." She said we could talk about it after I was done
with the lawns and to me that was paramount to a yes. I ate a big bowl of
cereal and headed outside to tackle my chores which, as usual were
uneventful. It had gotten hot so I'd taken my t-shirt off in order to
soak up some rays wondering what it would be like to lay around naked in
the hot sun. I didn't think much on it however cuz a couple of girls from
my school went by, giggling and waving. Of course I puffed up my slender
chest just a little.

I was done by lunch time so settled into a meal of sandwich, chips and a
coke, the latter generally a rarity. My mom finally gave me permission to
stay the night and Andrew's so after I ate I called him.

 "That's way cool Tristan. Mark and Greg will be here about seven so you
can come over anytime around then." We talked a little more about stuff
before hanging up. Although we hadn't discussed it he said we'd play
monopoly for a couple of hours and would that be okay with me. I didn't
tell him I was the champ. The rest of the day was uneventful as was the
shower I took before going over to Andrew's house. I'd thought about
jacking off but figured that we'd end up being sexy and since there would
be new boys there I wanted to be able to give a good accounting when I
squirted so kept my cleaning to the basics and finished without popping a
bone. I threw the brand new Jimi Hendrix album, 2 Stones albums, and
Magical Mystery Tour into a backpack and headed out.  When I got to
Andrew's house his mom said the boys were downstairs and to go on down.

My belly was a little anxious as I didn't know what to expect and of
course it all worked out fine. They were listening to The Doors album and
Light My Fire was playing as Andrew introduced me to Greg, who was small
like me with a head of long curly black hair. And he was cute as all hell
with huge dark eyes. Mark was taller, about five six or so and I found
out later he'd turned fourteen on the same I went thirteen, which was
sort of a cool way to meet someone. Mark's hair was what people call
strawberry blonde, not quite red but not blonde either, and hung long and
straight to his shoulders. His skin was somewhat pale and he had a
smattering of freckles on and around his short nose. While not as cute as
Greg or Andrew he wasn't ugly by any means.

They wanted to know what I had in the backpack so I pulled the records
out to much acclaim, earning me a friendship right off the bat. Having
parents who collected rock and roll was a big plus cuz I certainly
couldn't have afforded them.  We spent the next twenty minutes discussing
music and who we each thought were top rock groups. Mark finally broached
the reason we were all together.

"So Tristan, Andrew says you guys were talking about maybe forming a club
of boys with big dicks." I nodded my head and started to answer but
Andrew jumped in.

"Look, lets talk about that later you guys. You know how my mom is about
wandering with snacks and shit and seeing if we're okay." Greg laughed
and said he was almost caught bare naked once when she came in the room.

"She knocked first but didn't hardly wait for Andrew to tell her to come
in. We were getting ready to beat off and I barely made it under the
covers. When she asked I just told her I was a little cold is all."

"Yeah, so let's play Monopoly for a while and let her get her momness out
of her system," Andrew said. We set up the game and sure enough we
weren't into it more than twenty minutes when Andrew's mom knocked on the
door then came in with big bowls of chips. She left and came back a few
minutes later with liters of pop. We all thanked her and went on with the
game, which I already had a lead in. We played for another hour or so as
we snacked and it wasn't until the bowls were almost empty that I was the
design on the bottom of the inside.

"These are pretty cool," I said, commenting on the bowls the chips were
in. They had a design of colorful roosters on them although the
predominant color was red. As an adult I would learn that they were made
by Metlox and called Provincial Poppy trail.

"They're called Red Rooster," Andrew explained casually as he tossed the
dice.

"But they're not as cool as my red rooster," Mark said with a chuckle. I
must have had a curious look on my face because Greg informed me that
Mark referred to his dick as his red rooster. Of course I wondered why.

"Cuz of the red hairs on his dick and also when he's really hard the head
gets all red lookin. And of course you know that a rooster is also called
a cock. He sort of got the name from the Stones tune, Little Red
Rooster."

"Cept my rooster ain't so little," Mark added with a laugh. I went blank,
staring off into space, my brain going a hundred miles an hour. That was
exactly the connection that I'd been thinking about a few days before. I
jumped up and walked around the room for a second.

"What's the matter Tristan?" Andrew asked, concern in his still high
pitched voice. I went back to where they were sitting.

"That's it Andrew, that what we should call the club, The Little Red
Roosters; its perfect." Andrew thought about it a moment then his cute
smooth face split into a huge grin.

"That's fucking brilliant Tristan. You're right, it'd be perfect."

And that's how the Little Red Roosters were born.

Greg and Mark thought it was a pretty cool idea too although Mark half
felt like he'd have to give up the pet name he'd given his cock. He asked
Andrew for a pencil and drawing paper, the latter directing him to his
student desk. It turned out that Andrew and Mark were both talented
artists although Mark was far and away better. The three of us gathered
around and watched as the older boy proceeded to very quickly draw a
rooster that looked like the real thing.

"It looks like a pussy chicken," Mark declared setting the drawing aside
and beginning a new one. Again, with speed and agility he drew another
bird only this one had its wings in the air above it and back far enough
to be able to clearly see the head with the feathers on the neck sort of
sticking up like the hair on a pissed off cat.  The back of the bird was
clear to see as well, the plume of its tail arching out behind the body
of the rooster. Its legs were stretched out and overall it looked like it
was attacking something, coming down on it from above. Mark asked Andrew
for colored pencils then proceeded to add depth and dimension to his
creation, talking as worked.

"My dad was stationed in the Philippines a few years ago," he explained,
"and over there cockfighting is like the national sport. He took me to a
match once without telling my mom, who would have killed him. It's pretty
brutal and a lot of chickens die but damn are they beautiful to watch
when they're all puffed up and when they fight. I always thought that
calling them cocks was quite funny, so obviously that's sort of a reason
why." he trailed off nodding down toward his crotch.

"There, that's definitely a strong rooster. There ain't nothing pussy
about that cock," he said holding the drawing out in front of him. He was
right, it was as perfect as the name.

"It'd be outta sight to get some t-shirts with that on the back," I said,
adding, "I wonder how much it would cost."

"I got an aunt and uncle that do logo's and stuff on shirt and hats, I
could ask them," Greg offered. That got a round of "far out".

"Do you guys know any other boy's who could be in the club?" I asked.
Mark nodded his head.

"I know a couple that might. There's this Filipino kid whose dad just
happened to get stationed with us over seas and is here too. I see him at
the base swimming pool sometimes, I could ask him. He's like you and Greg
Tristan, not very tall, but he's got a pretty big dick, as big as
Andrew's. How big are you?" he asked me. I told him and he said he'd like
to see it and of course he'd show me his.

"Come on Mark, my mom," Andrew said in a very slightly whiney voice.

"Don't worry about it Andy," Mark said, earning a glowering look from my
new friend. "It's just a quicky show and tell." Mark stood up and began
to unbuckle the three inch wide belt on his colored bell bottoms. Andrew
sighed and stood as did Greg. Standing more or less facing each other in
a circle all four of us fumbled at out belts and snaps.

Mark was the first to drop the front of his underwear and tug his snake
like penis out over the top of the waistband. The fucking thing looked
huge even to me, the pasty white shaft thick and lined with veins. When I
asked him later he said it was almost nine inches long and six and a half
around when he was hard. The rest of us flopped out then stood and stared
at each other. Greg was hung much like me and Andrew, about seven inches
or more. He had less hairs than me and his smooth balls didn't really
hang but were kept up closer to his body on a rounded wrinkled sac. He
looked nice though.

"That's pretty nice Tristan," Mark said pushing his pants down to free up
a large set of nuts. It was strange seeing a boy with almost orange hairs
down there and Mark had a pretty big bush going on, at least as much as
the three of us put together. His balls stretched down low and were
mostly smooth although I could see a few hairs on em as well as hairs
growing at the base of his bag.

"Ok let's button back up before my mom comes in," Andrew said adding, "We
can mess around later."

"Yeah," Greg said with a smiled as we all tucked back in. We went back to
the monopoly game but none of us were very interested in it, instead we
talked about the club.  Andrew and I explained what we'd discussed so far
about dick size requirements. We agreed that if one of us knew a boy and
wanted to invite him the rest of us would trust his judgment but if
anyone other than us recommended a boy then one of the original four had
to see the kid and decide; at least in the beginning. We talked about the
age requirements as well and the need for total secrecy. We discussed
dues and what kind of things we'd do when we met officially. Needless to
say playing sexy would undoubtedly be a part of it.

"Maybe we should have an initiation of some kind," Mark suggested, "like
blow the four of us or let us fuck him or something."  That was the first
I'd heard about fucking as part of what we might do together as a club
and after seeing the magazine that Andrew had I must say I was very
curious about the process.

"That might be a bit extreme," Greg offered, "maybe we should think of
something less threatening. The idea of having that big cock of yours
shoved up my ass scared the hell out of me at first." That shocked me;
that Mark had fucked Greg then Andrew admitted that he too had been
scared the first time. Apparently the expression on my face gave me away.

"You haven't ever fucked a boy or been fucked have you Tristan," Mark
asked. I shook my head unable to even speak.

"Don't worry, no one's gonna force you but once you try it you're gonna
love it, both doing it and getting it done, honest." The other two boys
agreed heartily, nodding their heads and rubbing at the front of their
pants. I wasn't opposed to it generally speaking. I quickly figured that
having Greg or Andrew's dick inside me might be okay but that fucking
hose of Mark's was a different matter all together. I wondered too what
it would be like having my hard young cock buried deep inside a tight
warm spot and felt myself begin to respond to those thoughts.

"Maybe I need to take the bowls and stuff upstairs and tell my mom we're
going to sleep," Andrew offered. That decision was accepted unanimously.
While he was gone Mark asked if I'd done much stuff with other boys and I
shook my head then gave him the short version. He said he'd been messing
around with other boys for three or more years.

"It actually started when men or older boys wanted to suck on my cock,
sometimes after seeing me naked in the base swimming pool or the gym.
They always gave me money afterwards and I had more than one guy who
sucked me off on a regular basis. I even sucked one or two of them after
a while and of course I got even more money for that," the older boy
said.  I wondered for a moment if that meant that Mark was a whore of
some sort, taking money for sex. "Anyway I learned about sex early and
have playing sexy ever since. Some guys think it's queer but I don't and
even if it is I don't give a fuck so fuck em."

Andrew came back in the room and short circuited the conversation,
bringing with him another two liters of coke "Okay, we should be safe, I
told her we were getting tired and gonna go to bed soon."

"You still got those mags Andrew?" Mark asked and when Andrew said he did
Mark told him to drag em out, which the boy did.  The four of us wasted
no time thumbing through both magazine; rubs at the front of jeans
indicating that all of us were getting boned up over it. We eventually
gave up on the black and white one and circled around the colored one,
commenting on cock size, how it looked when the boys sucked or fucked
each other and of course the cum shots; splatters of white good against
darker flesh. Some of the boys in the magazine were uncircumcised which
of course elicited comments. Mark was the only one of us who'd had any
experience with such a cock and he stated they were fun to play with
adding that he's wished that he still had his "hat". It didn't take long
before everyone's briefs were straining in an effort to contain rock hard
teenage cocks.

"I gotta get out of these," Mark finally said and rolled onto his back,
lifted his ass and slid his underwear down then pulled his knees back and
shoved the fabric to his ankles then tossed it on the floor. He lay back
as though allowing us; or me in particular since the other two had seen
him like this many times before, to see him in all his nail hard glory
and glorious it was. The boy was huge, that's all there was to it.
Jutting from his skinny frame was a thick, Lilly white pole that reached
past his flat belly button. His balls hung low between his thighs, the
large eggs pulling the smooth hairless skin of bag tight. As stated by
Greg before, the fat head was so swollen with blood that it was indeed
getting red.

The rest of us wasted no time stripping then gripping and squeezing our
own fully engorged young cocks. It was pretty incredible actually, seeing
other boys who were like me, their cocks seeming out of place on their
small and yet underdeveloped bodies. It wouldn't do but we three thirteen
year olds had to get to our knees and move close together to sort of see
close at hand how we measured up. Of course the inevitable touching of
cock heads had to take place, alternating between sword play and "getting
to know you".

Mark kept on lying there watching us and stroking his cock. The way he
was lying, on his back and legs slightly spread, I could see the
beginning of his butt crack. It was kinda strange cuz I'd never seen that
before on anyone. He squeezed his legs together, capturing his balls, the
big eggs all but disappearing between his thighs. That gave me cause for
another thought; the idea that a sac of balls could get mashed into all
kinds of configurations and not hurt.  At that moment Greg reached
beneath his raging boner and took hold of his bag and pulled it up past
the base of his cock, the stiff rod moving to the side a little bit.

"You guys gonna keep playing pirates or jack off?" Mark finally asked. I
laughed at that and lay back down on the bed, the other two boys
following suit. We got comfortable, back up against the wall, me and
Andrew on each side of Mark with Greg on my other side. We all slowly
stroked on our big dicks, each of us looking around to see what the other
boy's were doing, which was pretty much all the same. Andrew moved to a
reversed hand stroke for a moment but went back to a regular full handed
grip. Everyone seemed to be playing with their balls, tugging, squeezing
or just playing with the smooth sac. Then the bellies started tensing,
those muscle contractions that start when you're getting hot enough to
squirt your sperms out and you're sort of helping it along.

Greg was the first to go, a high pitched sort of squeak emitting from his
throat as his hand slowed down. He arched his butt up off the mattress as
a glob of sperm shot out few inches past his cock head and landed on his
upper belly. After that is was only a few drops that seemed to ooze out
his slit. It was hot to watch and I was right behind him, coaxing three
little jets of cum onto my heaving belly before the oozing started. I'd
tugged hard on my nuts as if to encourage more juices but of course
nothing happened.

Mark and Andrew watched us both squirt then concentrated on their own
bones, jacking their rigid flesh rapidly.

"Oh fuck," Mark groaned. His butt lifted off the bed and his swollen cock
head all but erupted. His dick was actually angled toward his belly but I
was sure that if the hose had been directed upward he would have shot
himself in the face. As it was the stream splattered onto his heaving
belly and was still sort of connected to his piss slit when the second
shot happened. It seemed like that damned thing wasn't ever going to stop
when Andrew came, much like I had, two to three little jets of cream and
then some oozing.

Once it was over nobody said anything for a good two to three minutes,
each boy going through their own little post sperming ritual. Mark held
his big dick upright used the index finger of his other hand to slowly
rub his sperm all over on the underside of the sensitive cock head. I
could tell how intense it was cause he shivered and tensed a couple of
times. I used my hand on my cock head a little and Greg did the same but
quietly asked if I'd play with balls. I smiled and reached between his
legs, which he'd spread farther open, and cupped on the hairless bag,
gently squeezing the eggs.

 "Oh yeah," he closed his eyes and moaned. Greg's balls were more
wrinkled so felt a little different but hey, balls were balls and I liked
how they felt in my hand. Andrew finally got up and walked to his laundry
basket and came back with a t-shirt. His cock bobbed along in front of
him as he walked and I wondered if that was sort of what I looked like
too, a small slender kid with a fat bobbing cock. He cleaned his chest
off then tossed the shirt to me and Greg, leaving the heavy duty puddle
of cum on Mark's torso for last.

"That was pretty cool," Greg said and I agreed. I needed to pee after all
the soda so left the room and returned a few minutes later to find the
other three busily engaged. Andrew was lying on his back with Mark
sucking Andrew's cock while Greg was kissing the cute young teen.

"Jump in anywhere," Mark said when he saw me. Fascinated by the size of
the older boy's cock that's where I went. I plopped down on the bed
between Andrew's spread out legs, reached over one of them, and took hold
of Mark's pole. I held it a moment, just looking at the thing as it
filled my hand.

"My ass; no way," I thought as I pulled it toward my head which was
moving to meet it. The fat swollen head was shiny from precum or his
other cumming, I didn't know which, but didn't care much either. I
started by licking all over the spongy flesh, concentrating on the
sensitive underside of it. I felt Mark's hand touch my head gently,
ruffle my hair, then leave to go back to doing whatever it had been. I
put the thing in my mouth and suckled it, trying to get some of the thick
shaft into my mouth as well but I couldn't manage more than an inch or
so. My mouth got tired pretty quick so I turned my head and saw Andrew's
smooth balls just hanging there with nothing to do so moved up and little
bit and began licking at the smooth eggs, pushing them around with my
tongue. My other hand continued to stroke on Mark's cock then moved down
to fondle and play with his large balls.

I elected to leave that spot and move up along Andrew's head where Greg
and got to his knees and was feeling the reclining boy his cock. I
figured, rightfully it turned out, that if the boy loved having one big
cock to suck on and play with then two would be better. I knelt opposite
the dark haired boy with my cock bobbin in the air a few inches above his
smooth face. He smiled up at me and pulled the shaft down and began
licking at the underside of the head while his other continued to fondle
and stroke on Greg.

"He loves cock so much it's almost scary," Greg told me then said, "Do
you kiss Tristan?" I shook my head and said I hadn't tried it yet and he
asked if I wanted to. I nodded my head and as he leaned his head toward
mine I did the same, our lips meeting somewhere in the middle. Like
everything else I'd tried so far I thought about it as it happened and
decided I liked it. I didn't know just what to expect but was surprised
at how soft the boy's lips really were as he moved them against mine. I
felt his mouth open then the pressure of his tongue against me so opened
my mouth. His tongue moved inside to find my tongue and from there they
did a little dance. He put his hands on my face and sort of held me there
as we both got into it, each moving our lips and tongues against the
other. One hand left my face and a moment later I felt it on my chest and
then it found a nipple which it began to rub against. There was another
thing I didn't know and that was how sensitive my nipples were but Greg
certainly showed me in a hurry.  None of it last too long however.

"You want to fuck me Mark?' Andrew asked with panting breath.  I stopped
what I was doing and looked down to where Mark had been connected to
Andrew, the older boy's mouth having stopped what it was doing.

"You know I do Andrew," the older boy said. "My dick has been missing
your tight little asshole."

"Yeah well my asshole has been missing your big fat cock too so quit
talking," my new friend responded. We all began to move, my mind going a
little crazy from the idea. A week ago I'd been a veritable virgin boy
and while I still was technically, my knowledge and experience had grown
considerably and now I was going to be privy to the big daddy of all the
sex stuff, a boy actually fucking someone, stuffing his cock into a tight
warm hole. It didn't matter that it was another boy either.

Greg left the bed while Andrew turned over onto his hands and knees and
pushed his slender little butt backwards, opening his cheeks and giving
me a bird's eye view of his hole. It was the first time I'd seen one,
other than my own in a hand mirror. It was sort of pink and didn't have
any hair around it at all, not like a couple of the boys in the magazine,
and I found that I didn't find it disgusting in the least. Mark found it
less so because he got down there and started licking at Andrew's
puckered muscle and Andrew started moaning like mad. Now that I found a
little disgusting but Greg stepped up next to me.

"Man that is so hot to do Tristan, licking a boy's asshole, and getting
your hole licked is outta sight." He slowly stroked his fat cock as he
talked as we both watched Mark go to town between Andrews pale cheeks.

"Come on," Greg finally said, "I'll do you and you can see for yourself.
Did you shower before you came over?" I assured the boy that I had and
that I'd cleaned myself very thoroughly down there. He directed me into
the same position that Andrew was in so I climbed on the mattress next to
the boy. I felt Greg open me up and a second later my body was flooded
with warmth and incredible feelings as the cute young teen proceeded to
lick and slurp on my hole. Needless to say I became a firm believer in
the first five seconds. It didn't last a whole lot longer after that as
Andrew was panting and declaring that he wanted Mark's cock in his right
now. Of course Greg and I both wanted to watch.

Once again we all separated except Andrew who remained where he was. Mark
grabbed the tube that Greg had retrieved, KY jelly, and proceeded to
smear it all over Andrew's wrinkled hole then slipped a finger inside the
boy and began fucking him it. I was still a novice so had not yet put my
finger inside my asshole but would soon discover that, when done right, a
finger in my ass would make me cum like a banshee when I was jacking off.

"Put your cock in there Mark," Andrew panted so the older boy removed his
finger, smeared his pole with the KY then got into position behind Andrew
whose ass was still sticking up in the air.

"Watch this," Greg told me from where we'd moved to on the floor behind
and somewhat under where the action was going to take place.  As Mark's
swollen cock head got close in for the kill I wondered how in the hell
that tight little hole was going to accommodate that monstrous thing. I
watched, all but mesmerized as the fat head pushed in through the tight
ring of muscle and disappeared.

"Better stop," Andrew panted and Mark did as the boy asked but Andrew
seemed to acclimate quickly for less than fifteen seconds later he told
Mark to go ahead. Mark did, moving slowly, pushing every inch of his big
fat cock into Andrew's body, the boy`s asshole stretching out, and not
stopping until his fat balls were pressed against Andrew's flesh.

"Is that too far out or what," Greg asked me in a somewhat deeper voice,
his eyes half closed from the feelings that were going through his body.
I nodded my head and watched as Mark began to pull back out about half
way before sliding back inside, his heavy balls getting mashed up on the
down stroke and hanging freely in the air when he came back out. When he
did that his cheeks opened up to reveal his asshole too. My dick was all
but throbbing at the sight of it and hearing Andrew moan as Mark picked
up speed and began really giving it to the young teen.

"You wanna do that," Tristan, "You want to fuck me?" Greg asked. I didn't
need to be asked twice and nodded my head. Two minutes later the dark
haired boy was on his back next to where Mark was still hammering his fat
cock into Andrew. He'd lubed us both up then lay down and pulled his legs
back and offering me the pink target. At that point I didn't need further
instructions; Mother Nature took over.

Using my fingertips I held my cock down and got into position. I felt the
first electric jolt as the tip of my leaking cock head touched his hole
then pressure as I pushed against it. I pushed harder and in a quick
flash I was inside of him. At the same time Andrew groaned next to us
that he was cumming and Mark picked up speed, fucking the young teen even
harder.

"Go ahead and put it all the way in Tristan," Greg told me in a voice
laced with lust. I held his legs back for him and pushed until I could go
no further, my hanging balls resting on the bed sheet. It was so fucking
incredible. Looking down and seeing my thirteen year old hard cock buried
inside of him almost made me cum on the spot while next to us Mark was
moaning and groaning and obviously dumping a load of his own sperm into
Andrew. I began the process, reveling in the fact that I was actually
doing it, I was fucking. My hard cock was doing what it was meant to do,
moving in and out of a tight hole. Although I didn't know it at the time,
I would continue to be a devotee of Priapus, preferring a boy or man's
tight asshole to the looser folds and muscles of a woman's cunt.

Needless to say it didn't take me long to cum, my balls giving up a
second load of sperm for the night only these would never see the light
of day. Below me Greg pummeled his cock and shot out white goo onto his
belly which seemed to make his hole constrict on my cock and create even
better feeling for me. When I was done and starting to pull out Greg to
me to wait a bit, that it felt good having me inside of his ass. Next to
us Mark and Andrew had done the same, the older boy arched over the
younger teens body and kissing his neck. We all eventually broke apart
and headed straight for Andrew's shower, the two fucked boys clenching
their ass cheeks together. I figured it was to keep our cum from leaking
out all over the place.

The shower turned out to be an interesting experience, all four of us
taking the liberty to wash and clean each other's body. It was wild
having my all my stuff including my asshole washed by someone else for
the first time. It was equally fun doing it to the other boy's as well.
We talked about how cool it had been having sex next to each other like
that and the other three told me how cool it was having me there, a
fourth person so no one got left out, not that anyone had before.

We continued to play until two in the morning before we all collapsed,
exhausted on Andrew's bed. While I engaged in a bunch of stuff, I didn't
get fucked that first night but I did the following weekend by the
Filipino boy that Mark knew. That kid was cute as all hell and I found
that I loved holding and playing with smaller boys, as Steve was shorter
than I was. His cock wasn't small though and looked even more out of
place on his little body than mine did on me. It hurt at first when he
put the seven and a half inch brown tube into me but after I relaxed and
got used to it and found I loved getting fucked as much as I did doing
it. Steve was uncircumcised too so that was a huge learning experience
for me.


I stayed with the Rooster's until I was sixteen by which time the club
had grown to over five dozen boys in twice that many different groups
around the city and outlying areas, and man oh man could that ever be
fun. Having a dozen or more big cock boys all going at it with each other
at the same time was fucking insane and the amount of sperm generated was
just too fucking much.

The t-shirts and sweat shirts were a smash and every boy wore his
proudly, never giving up the answer to question of where he got the
killer design. Some guys had found where they were printed and tried to
get one but Greg's uncle was very cooperative so unless you were
accompanied by someone wearing the shirt, you couldn't buy one.

The four of us original boys formed the next group, the 16-19 year olds
but it was never really as sexually charged as it was when we were
younger. Although plenty of sex took place we found that we had other
interests in common, protesting the fucking war being one of them.

I finally fucked a girl when I was fifteen, the honor being granted to me
by the eleven year old sister of one of our group members who watched as
I took his little sisters cherry. By then I'd reached my max of nine and
a half inches and Tony, the girl's brother, said it was the hottest
fucking thing watching my big fat cock going inside of his sister's tight
hairless cunt. Still I preferred boys.

I got married, continuing my bi sexual life until my wife left me for
another woman when our son was eight years old. I continued to see the
Red Rooster shirts on the streets, proud at what I'd help start. Judging
from the amount of shirts I saw the club continued to grow.

The biggest surprise came one evening when I came home from work and saw
that my twelve year old son was wearing one of the coveted shirts. I
hadn't seen Todd naked for at least two years and the last time I'd
wondered if my boy would take after his dad and eventually be able to
join the club so you can imagine sense of pride I was feeling as well as
one of wonder. I was very curious about my son's qualifications to join
the Rooster's prior to thirteen. While we'd had twelve year olds before,
and they were usually quite well gifted they were also equally far and
few between indeed.

I felt my cock stir as I asked Todd about the shirt and of course he gave
me the standard party line about how cool it was and that a "friend" had
given it to him. Needless to say my son had no idea about the part I
played in his opportunity to wear the shirt, that is, both genetics and
the fact that I was a founding member. I had a huge debate in my head
whether to tell Todd or not.

I hadn't had sex with a boy since I was twenty one or so and while I
still loved being around them I hadn't pursued them. Nor was I interested
in having any kind of sexual relationship with my son but as father I was
still curious. I kind of wanted him to know about me too, thinking that I
might be a good source of support for him but it was a dilemma. I finally
arrived at a decision a week or so later. One that I could live with.