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MY OLD BLOCK (b/b)
Standard disclaimer, bla bla bla, if you are not an adult according to
the law, the government doesn't want you to have erotic
titillation and your mind shall remain virgin even though you've been
cumming for the last six years. Do not read this.
Furthermore, people who are easily offended, people who are not
interested in the blossoming sexuality of young boys and people on a
crusade to cleanse the world should NOT read this.
Whoever is left should be able to understand that this is only fantasy.
I did not write this. I'm posting it for somebody else. Hope you like
it. Send comments to an166744@anon.penet.fi
"My Old Block" written by BASE. (02/95)
Chapter 1.
That magic afternoon was very long ago, in a far away time
when everything was new and wonderful and the world was full of
boyish secrets. I can still remember my old neighborhood, marked
with cracked side walks and tin cars with pointy tail lights. I
lived in a gray house in the center of the block with an open
porch held up by two enormous white columns. Lots of other kids
lived on my block too, kids of all ages. Most went to the same
public school and played in the same play ground.
As I remember, it was cold that autumn and the leaves had
fallen early. The bare trees were casting long, bizarre shadows
on the ground when the children began to arrive at our door. Mom
had decorated the house with foamy spider webs, black and orange
crepe paper, cut-out witches, scarecrows and skeletons. Ceramic
and crystal dishes filled with candy corn, chocolate kisses and
peanut brittle were scattered about the living room.
The first to arrive was Anthony. Although he wasn't in my
grade he was still my best friend. At 11, he was a year older
than me. Anthony lived on the corner of the block, in a green
house with wide windows. His parents were divorced, which at
that time was unheard of. Anthony had dirty blond hair and
shinny blue eyes. In fact, he looked a bit like Sandy Ricks, the
blond kid on Flipper. Anthony came to the party dressed up as a
puppy dog. I remember his costume to this day. He had on brown
leotards and a brown tee shirt and there were brown socks on his
hands and feet. A pair of black socks hung from the sides of his
head for floppy ears. His little nose was painted black and
there were whiskers painted underneath. I thought he looked
silly, but my mom said he was adorable and laughed sweetly when
he trotted in the front door.
Little Joey was next to arrive. Joey lived right next door,
in a red brick house. Joey's family was very italian. His
parents didn't even speak much English. And Joey looked very
Italian too! He had straight black hair, round brown eyes, and a
John-boy Walton beauty mark on the side of his face. Joey and I
really weren't very good friends. He was as old as me, but big
for his age and he used to pick on me. But my mom invited him
anyway. He came as a little devil, with a store bought costume,
complete with a plastic mask and pitch fork.
Very soon, the house was packed with kids and mom had her
hands full. It was just after the last few guests arrived that
big Joey came home. Big Joey was 16 years old and he was always
bossing us little kids around . Joey's dad had died and he and
his mom had lived in our basement since the year before. His mom
and my mom were best friends, but Joey never got along with my
dad. Anyway, Joey came home right in the middle of the party. The
basement apartment didn't have a private entrance, so he came
right through our living room on his way down stairs.
"Hey squirt" he said to me. "Nice get-up"
I was dressed as a pirate, with green leotards, and a yellow
pirate shirt.
"I'm a pirate!" I said.
"Shiver me timbers, so ya are kiddo" Joey laughed.
Joey tussled my hair and hurried down the stairs.
Anthony, little Joey and I decided to spy on him.
We crept quietly down the stairs. Big Joey's room was just to
the right at the end of the stair case. His door was open, only
a crack. I liked to spy on Joey and did it every chance I got.
Now that I look back on it, it was because he was so handsome.
Big Joey had gotten a weight set last Christmas and he'd spent
the whole year using it. His teenage muscles responded well.
And Joey was really a beautiful boy, with big green eyes and
long, jet-black hair. When he smiled his eyes sparkled and he
looked like a movie star. So I loved to spy on him. I would try
and catch him working out, or better yet, just coming out of the
bathroom with only a towel wrapped around his waist. I really
didn't understand why, I just knew I wanted to see big Joey
naked. I had never seen a big boy naked before, but I was such a
little homo, I always used to dream about it.
"Ssshhhhh......he's right in there" I said. The index finger on my
left hand covered my lips and with the other I was pointing to
big Joey's bedroom.
"Whats he doing?" asked little Joey, in a whisper.
"I dunno" I said "lets get closer."
We crept down the stairs and over to the thick shafts of light
streaming out of big Joey's room. The three of us peaked around
the corner of the door at once and there was big Joey, sitting on
his bed, reading what looked like a comic book, only it wasn't
anything of the kind! Big Joey flipped a couple of the pages,
but within seconds he was aware of us. I was sure he was going
to bounce up off the bed and either slam the door on us or beat
us up for spying, but he did neither. Instead, big Joey waved at
us to come into his room!
Joey had never asked me to come into his room before. Now,
he was inviting me and two of my friends in! We looked at each
other briefly, and then one by one, stole into the light of big
Joey's room. We had no idea, but big Joey was about to teach us
a whole new kind of game to play.
"Hmmmmm, a pirate, a devil and a little doggie" Joey laughed in a
soft voice. The noise from the party almost drowned his words.
"And spyin' on me!....Its bad enough when you do it, Squirt, but
now yer getting yer little friends into it."
"We just wanted to see what you was doin'" little Joey squeaked.
Big Joey looked at us strangely. When his eyes fell on me, it
was like he was looking through me. His lips made a queer grin
and I had a feeling something weird was about to happen. His
voice sank to barely a whisper.
"I was lookin at a magazine I just bought...with pictures of
naked ladies in it!"
I suspected that Joey kept girlie books in his room since I
caught him looking at them in the candy store one afternoon after
school, but he never even spoke to me about it and I was too shy
to ask him. My tongue felt thick in my mouth.
"Really" said Anthony in peep.
"Yup" said Joey, shaking his head and smiling at us.
"Bet you kids would love to see naked ladies"
Little Joey's mouth hung open and he looked like he was gonna cry
but Anthony's eyes were wide and he shook his head up and down
rapidly.
"Sorry, I can't take the chance. You babies would probably tell
on me"
"No we wouldn't" I heard myself say.
I suddenly had a burning desire to look at Joey's magazine. I
knew my mom wouldn't want me to, but that only made me want to
look more. The feeling of danger was eating up the room.
"We swear we wouldn't" The voice was little Joey's! His eyes
were wet from excitement! Anthony's head was shaking from side
to side.
"No way" said Joey, "Not unless....."
"Unless what?" I said
"Not unless I had something on you guys so you could never tell"
Big Joey had a big smile on his face. I had no idea what he
meant.
"like what?" asked Anthony
"Oh..... like if I had some pictures of you kids doing bad
things, fun things really, but real bad, like the girls in the
girlie magazines. Then you couldn't ever tell anyone"
We looked at each other, dressed in our halloween costumes. Fear
and excitement shot through the room. I'd never seen a girlie
magazine before, but I got the general idea. Our eyes passed
over each other and then over big Joey. None of us said "No way"
and suddenly, I knew it was gonna happen. Anthony spoke first,
and asked big Joey the question that was on my mind.
"Will you do it too?"
"uh hu"
As big Joey answered, and slowly shook his head up and down, I
knew I was about to see him naked! I nearly lost my breath. Big
Joey got off his bed, shut the party noise out of his room and
locked the door. If Mom missed us, she'd probably figure we went
to the store, or out for some last minute trick or treating.
We'd get yelled at, but boy, this was gonna be worth it!
"Why don't you kids get on the bed" said big Joey. We obediently
climbed onto the bed. We were all breathing hard as big Joey
reached into his dresser draw and pulled out a camera.
"Ready?" he asked
We all shook our heads affirmatively
"Lemme see..... Anthony, you're so cute in that doggie costume...
hows about you going first."
"Wadda ya want me to do?" whispered Anthony.
"Well, hows about letting us all see yer little boner for
starters."
Anthony's wide eyes looked from side to side and then straight
down at his groin. There was a little cigarette shaped bulge at the corner.
"C'mon kiddo, take it out and show us.... lemme take a picture of it"
Anthony's hands slowly moved down to his waist. His small
fingers reached inside the elastic of the leotards and he began
to peel them down. Big Joey started to breath hard. We were all
staring at Anthony's lap. As he lowered the brown material, more
and more of his pink skin was exposed. Then with a sigh, Anthony
went all the way and pulled the leotards down over his thighs.
His boy dick popped out and stuck straight up into the air. His
little hairless boner seemed to fill the whole room as a flash
electrified the air. I had never seen another boy's boner
before, just my own, so I thought Anthony's dick was the most
exciting thing I'd ever seen. It was so wonderful, with a
perfect little heart shaped head and stiff shaft. My eyes
followed it down to where the shaft disappeared in to his wrinkly
balls, like jelly beans in a loose skin sac. I could just see a
few transparent hairs, like a thin fuzz, over the base of his
shaft. We all just stared, looking at Anthony, lying on the bed
in his brown doggie costume, with his dick hanging out.
"That's real pretty Anthony" said big Joey. "Now its little
Joey's turn. C'mon Joey, lets see your little dickie"
Little Joey smiled and blushed, but moved to the edge of the bed,
pushed back his black cape back, and reached inside his plastic
pants and undid the buttons. Then he pulled his pants down over
his knees. Little Joey had a pair of dark brown underwear on,
which contrasted against his white legs. With a giggle, little
Joey slipped out of his underwear and stood up. His dick fell
out and swung about freely. My eyes nearly popped out of my
head! Little Joey had a huge dick, twice the size of Anthony's.
And Joey had what looked like an extra bit of skin around the
head, so the tip just peeked out. His balls were big too, and
hung much lower than Anthony's. And Joey had a few black hairs
growing at the base of his dick and even a few hairs on his
balls. I could tell that big Joey liked little Joey's dick
'cause he took only one more picture and then put the camera down
and walked over to little Joey.
"Boy, you got a big dickie, Joey" he said. Big Joey reached over
and took little Joey's dick into his hand. At first, little Joey
pulled away, but then he sighed. I could tell by the look in his
eyes that it felt good. Big Joey squeezed and pulled on little
Joey's dick. Then, he pushed the boy back onto the bed and
pulled his pants all the way down to his ankles.
"Look at that squirt" he said to me.
I was looking alright! Little Joey's uncut boner reached passed
his outtie belly button. The sparse black hairs at the base
almost looked like a few strains had fallen from his head into
his crotch. His testicles looked like they had spilled down and
landed between his thin legs. All the while, little Joey had an
impish smile on his face.
"Oh, I gotta see more of this" said big Joey, almost to himself.
He then began to undress the boy. He undid the buttons on the
plastic shirt and exposed his young tits. Joey had wide brown
nipples, set far apart, almost on the sides of his broadening
chest. His 10 year old body was precociously exploding with
maleness. Big Joey's hands explored all over the boy's body;
they grasped his boner and jiggled his ball; they rubbed his tits
and squeezed the tiny muscles on his boyish arms.
"aww geez, turn over ya little devil" I could see by the smile
on his face that little Joey knew he was driving big Joey crazy
and was enjoying it. I loved the way big Joey was so into little
Joey's body and Anthony was really enjoying it too. Anthony was
still half naked and hard as a rock lying on the bed next to
little Joey, who was now turned over and lying on his belly.
Little Joey's round white ass became the center of attention and
I wondered what big Joey had in mind. Big Joey grasped one of
little Joey's butt cheeks in each hand. He squeezed them and
pulled them apart. I saw little Joey's asshole, like a pink
flower with a brown center. A few hairs were starting to grow at
the very bottom, nearest his balls, but the hole itself was
completely bald.
"Hey you guys" said big Joey "look at this!"
Anthony and I leaned over little Joey and looked directly into
his asshole. Big Joey put the tip of his finger right on the
hole. Then he licked his finger and started to slip it into
little Joey's ass. The boy wiggled and groaned slightly and then
let out a moan of ecstasy.
"awwwwwwwooooooohaaaaaaaa..oohhh that ffeels so good"
Big Joey chuckled and turned little Joey around again.
"Oh, that's only the beginning..." he said. Wait till I show you
how to make it feel even better...so good you won't hardly
believe it.
"What 'bout you" I said to big Joey. I wanted to see him
naked now more than ever and at last I was starting to understand why.
"First YOU squirt" He said.
Big Joey laid me down on the bed. Anthony and little Joey were
on one side of me and Big Joey on the other. First big Joey
unbuckled my pirate belt and then pulled the shirt out of my
pants. Next he unbuttoned my shirt and exposed by young chest.
My little nipples were far smaller than little Joey's and my body
was much more boyish. Then big Joey unzipped my pants and pulled
them down around my ankles. I had no underwear on so my little
boner was sticking straight up into the light for everyone to
see. I hadn't any body hair at all, not even peach fuzz, though
my dick and balls were a little bigger than Anthony's. Big Joey
looked at me, naked in front of him and my friends and smiled at
me. Then he worked his hands over me, just like he had done to
Little Joey. My whole body shook with tingly pleasure and
excitement as he roamed freely over me. He even fingered my
asshole under my little balls. Then, his hand reached over and
grabbed Anthony's dick and big Joey began to work on him.
Big Joey felt around Anthony's dick and balls with both hands.
Then he lifted his shirt up over his head and took it off him.
Anthony's boy-tits were tiny and pink and his chest sunken in the
middle. Big Joey rubbed Anthony's whole boy-body and seemed to
pay some special attention to his young asshole too. After some
time, the same idea seemed to come to all of us at once, and I
knew it was time to see a big boy's dick. Big Joey simply laid
down on the bed. It was little Joey who started.
First, little Joey began to unbutton big Joey's shirt. As he
peeled away the cloth, we saw a few dark hairs in the middle of
big Joey's chest. Then, he brushed aside the shirt totally and
exposed the teenaged chest. It was broad and well defined with
big brown nipples. A few black hairs were on the rims of each
nipple and a line of hair extended from his inny belly button and
disapeared into his pants. All of us little boys nearly stopped
breathing."
G'wan squirt" Big Joey said to me "I know ya always wanted to see
it. Take out my cock so your little friends can see it"
My hand was shaking as I reach over and began to unzip big Joey's
pants. As the zipper pulled down, black hairs began to peek out.
I undid the top button and big Joey's hard cock sprang out into
view so fast it scared me. I backed away and Anthony and little
Joey stood dumbfounded. It was such a huge thing, with a head
the size of my whole hand. It pulsed and bounced off of his flat
muscled belly. Big Joey himself pulled his pants completely off
and laid down naked before us. His huge hairy cock and heavy
balls held us mesmerized. We just stared at the big boy's dick
and balls for what seemed like forever.
"You kids can play with it if you want to"
Nervously at first, little Joey and I reached over and took big
Joey's dick in our hands. It was warm, and hard and soft at the
same time. When we touched it, it throbbed like a flexing muscle
and the head nearly doubled in size. I reached down and cupped
his hairy balls in my hand and as I did he moaned with delight.
Anthony began to rub big Joey's chest and nipples. Big Joey
grabbed little Joey's hand and wrapped it tightly around his cock.
"Pump it, up and down, like this" he instructed the boy.
Little Joey did as he was told. As my hands played with his
balls, big Joey grabbed Anthony around the waste and lifted him
up so that the boy's little dick was nearly at his lips.
"Wanna feel somethin' great Anthony?" Big Joey asked
The boy shook his head up and down and smiled. Big Joey opened
his mouth and took Anthony's hairless dick all the way into it.
Anthony threw his head back and squeaked with sheer ecstasy. His
arms automatically raised themselves into the air and a few drops
of sweat made his hairless underarms glisten in the pale light.
As he sucked Anthony's dick, Big Joey's whole body began to tense
and the muscles in his belly and chest stuck out so he looked
like a chiseled statue. Instinctively, or in rythm with big
Joey's accelerating breath, little Joey pumped faster and I
reached down below big Joey's balls and pushed my little finger
into his asshole, just like he had done to us. Big Joey moaned
and opened his mouth even wider so that he took in all of
Anthony's dick and both his balls at once. The little boy was
quivering with pure pleasure. Then, big Joey's body tensed up
and he thrust his torso into the air once, twice and then a third
time. Just then, spurts of a hot white gooey stuff game gushing
out of his cock and for a while I though he was pissing. Most of
it landed on little Joey, all over his hand and arm, but a few
drops got on me. Right after the last spurt Big Joey's body
relaxed and he let go of Anthony. It would take him some time to
recover his breath, but then he would explain to us what
"cumming" was. As we put our costumes back on, big Joey made us
promise never to tell anyone. We all promised and agreed that we
would all meet again in Big Joey's room the next morning. Then,
he would let us look at his girlie magazine. It seemed big Joey
had a few other games to teach us.
Chapter 2.
Laying in bed that night, feeling a little queazy from too much halloween
candy, I recalled the stunning events of that magical afternoon. I had seen
a big boy, big Joey himself, completely naked and had held his dick and balls
in my very own hands!! The vision of his huge cock and teenaged body fired
my young imagination. The wild spirits of lust I'd seen in big Joey's eyes as
he undressed little Joey were captured forever within me, although as yet I
had no names for them. And Anthony! He was my best friend but I had seen
him anew, as if it were for the very first time. Anthony was astoundingly
beautiful. Now why hadn't I ever noticed that before? Visions of his
freckly face, shinny blue eyes and wavy yellow hair flashed again and again
through my brain until I could almost see his sunny face on my bedroom
ceiling. When I thought of how big Joey had sucked on Anthony's small cock
and taken all his genitalia into his mouth at once, it made my tummy tickle.
As I fell asleep I knew that this afternoon had been only the beginning and I
could dimly imagine what the morning might bring!
I can now recall the dream that visited me that night. It began with
Anthony, in his doggie costume, on a leash. He was naked and crawling on all
fours. I walked him down the block and into my house. By the time we got to
my room, he had become a real dog, a beautiful, golden labrador retriever.
He jumped on the bed and I followed him and he started licking my face. I
felt his hot tongue and cool nose on my cheeks and neck. Then he muzzled my
lap and began licking the crotch of my pants. Thoughtlessly, I laid back on
the bed and threw off my cloths. At once, the dog began to lap at my
hairless dick. I nearly fainted dead away at the sensation of the wet doggie
tongue splashing across my boy-dick. Then he laid down with his muzzle
buried in my scrotum and began to lap at my tiny ball sac. With each pass of
his pink tongue over my balls, shutters of pleasure such as I had never
known, ran up and down my whole body. The dog began to lick lower and lower
until the tip of his tongue reached even to my asshole. I raised my legs and
let him penetrate deep into my bowels. As the electric waves of ecstacy shot
through me, even in that fantastic dream world, I understood at last why big
Joey had been so interested in that orifice. The dog's entire muzzle seemed
to be inside me now, but I was helpless and grew afraid. Somehow I knew this
was all a dream. And then, suddenly, as can only happen in dreams, the
yellow dog became Anthony again. We were in bed together and he was above
me.
"I'm gonna put my dick in your ass" he said softly "I'm gonna put it
in all the way!"
"No!" I shouted, "No, it'll hurt"
"You can't get hurt in a dream!" he countered.
I felt him enter. The head of his prick passed into me as I stared
fearfully into his icy blue eyes. Incredibly, he began to fade like
a summer mist. My arms held nothing.
I woke early that morning but the dream was gone. In fact, I
wouldn't remember it for years. But it was not without effect. I was
hornier than a half-fucked fox in a forest fire. Almost instinctively,
still in my pajamas, I crept stealthly down the stairs, expected to see the
soft familiar light streaming out of big Joey's room. But the hallway was
dark and the door closed.
"Joey" I said in a whisper.
Immediately a rush and rumble of soft noises echoed from the room. I
froze on the last step. In a few seconds, the door opened a crack and big
Joey's head peaked out.
"Squirt!" he whispered, "Geez, shut up and get in here, you scared
me so bad I nearly shit"
Joey's hand reached out, grabbed me by the arm and fairly yanked me
inside. The door closed quickly behind me and I heard the lock snap shut.
There, on the bed was Anthony and little Joey! Both boys were red faced and
clothed only in white underwear. A layer of coats, pants, shirts and socks
were scattered on the floor.
"We were about to start with out ya!" said little Joey.
I was surprised and a little scared, but happy that the fun hadn't
started with out me! As I turned to look at big Joey, I noticed for the
first time that he was naked from the waist up and had only his blue pajama
bottoms on. His boner made a tent and I could see wrinkly skin and black
hairs poking through the extra wide pee slit. I slowly gazed upwards and
followed the thin trail of black hairs that lead to his belly button. I
noticed the valleys and hills of his ripply tummy and the wide brown nipples
that adorned his muscular chest. Anthony and little Joey were staring at him
too and a wide grin erupted across big Joey's handsome face.
"Can we feel your muscles?" Anthony asked, his voice almost pleading.
The young boy raised himself up two or three times on his tippy toes in
anticipation.
There were no words, big Joey simply nodded. He pumped up his chest
so his pectoral muscles jumped out at us. Anthony and I reached up and
grabbed as much of the rock hard chest as we could fit into our hands. I
rubbed his brown nipple and pinched it gently between my fore finger and
thumb. Anthony seemed most interested in big Joey's belly and ran his
fingers along the ripply surface, exploring each crevice. Little Joey
reached over and squeezed the steely biceps. All the while, big Joey was
smiling widely and flexed and pumped wherever we put our little hands.
Finally, little Joey said "I wanna see his dick again" almost as if big
Joey wasn't even there.
The boy slipped his hand into the waist band and gently slipped the
blue pajama bottoms down around big Joey's ankles. His dick looked even
bigger than it had the day before. We all reach for it like greedy children,
but big Joey moved away, stepped over his pajama bottoms, laid back on the
bed and closed his eyes while the three of us fought for position. We took
turns pumping the shaft of his cock, rubbing the bulbous head and playing
with his balls. I ran my fingers through his thick mound of pubic hair a
couple of times and wondered when I was going to grow some. All the while
big Joey was moaning softly. Finally, he opened his eyes and looked directly
at me.
"Hey squirt, remember what I did to Anthony yesterday, when I put
his dick in my mouth?? Ya wanna do it to me??"
I was frightened by the idea since I didn't know what it would taste
like. But within a split second of my hesitation little Joey's voice rang out.
"I will! I will!"
"He asked me!" I snapped.
"Take it easy, everybody can have a turn!" Big Joey laughed.
From the first day I met him, I was aware that big Joey smelled
differently from any of us little boys. That musty, strangely sweet aroma
grew strong and pungent as I lowered my mouth dubiously over his enormous dick
head. Anthony and little Joey were crowding around to get a good look at the
dick head as it entered my mouth. I closed my eyes and took the cock head
onto the back of my tongue and closed my mouth around it. I had just noticed
a lightly salty taste when the cock head expanded and filled nearly all my
mouth. Big Joey's hands grasped handfulls of my hair and forced his cock
head and part of the shaft down into my throat. I gagged and tried to pull
away, but the older boy's hands were firm. I thought I was going to throw up.
His teenage body odor seemd to invade all my senses.
"Just relax, Squirt" I heard big Joey say.
I did as I was told and let the cock slide deeper into my throat
until I had taken nearly half of it.
"Now suck on it like its your thumb" he said.
I tried, but felt I couldn't get the air out of my mouth.
Nevertheless, I heard big Joey moan and felt him pull up on my head. Most of
his cock slipped out of my mouth and I was able to get some suction around
the head. Then he pushed my head down over his cock again, even further down
my throat this time, until I couldn't breath at all.
"Suck it" he commanded
I tried to comply, but fat tears were welling up in my eyes and my
secret thought was already telling me that I didn't much like sucking dicks.
I was suddenly aware of little Joey and Anthony. Their faces were inches
away from mine and as I looked into their eyes, with big Joey's dick rammed
half way down my throat, I knew that they envied me and couldn't wait for
their turn! That settled it! I was gonna learn to suck cock! I no longer
needed any encouragement. I tried to swallow big Joe's dick in the next
gulp and then, defeated by the enormity of his adolescent manhood, I
pulled up and sucked the head like a vacuum cleaner.
"ahhhhhhhhhhwwwwwwwooooooooooowwww" the teenager moaned and squirmed.
I suddenly realized I could make big Joey feel so good that he'd loose
control and that made me feel powerful and in charge. I had never felt so in
control of anyone or anything in my life as then, when I had big Joey's dick
in my mouth for the first time. Excited as never before, I repeated the
motions and picked up the pace. Anthony and little Joey were mesmerized and
bouncing up and down with anticipation of their turn.
"oh geez....... oh yeah...... oh yeah, Squirt..... oh yeah, suck
my cock you little faggot"
I had no idea what the word meant, but I knew I was doing good and
that turned me on so much that I sucked even faster. By now big Joey seemed
nearly helpless. On the spot I conceived a plot to rob him of whatever shred
of self control he might have had left. For a second I pulled his cock out
of my mouth and took a deep breath.
"Joey, Take your underwear off and put your boner in his mouth," I
ordered "and Anthony, you lick his nuts".
Big Joey mumbled something inaudible, but fell silent as he watched
little Joey hop out of his undies and expose his big cock. Soon, the boy's
dick was plunged deep into big Joey's hot throat. I returned to sucking
big Joey's dick and enjoyed the close up view of Anthony's little tongue
tickling the hairy balls. The musty aromas seemed to engulf Anthony and me
in a mist of pure delight.
Big Joey's hands were cupped around both of little Joey's butt
cheeks as he repeatedly shoved the young boy's meat into his mouth. With
each stroke, he pulled little Joey's dick completely out of his mouth,
seemed to stare at it for a split second, and then swallowed it greedily,
back down to the base. Between strokes, Big Joey began sucking on the boy's
balls, taking his entire sac into his mouth and rolling his tongue around
the boy's testicles. Little Joey was squealing with ecstasy. Meanwhile,
big Joey had become nothing more than a quivering mass of teenaged passion,
and was totally in our control. Anthony smiled at me as his tongue reached
down low and began lapping below the base of big Joey's balls. He understood
too. Big Joey was totally ours!
Suddenly, every muscle in big Joey's body seemed to grow tense all at
once, like they had become bands of living steel. As his dick pushed hard
against the back of my throat, memory flooded back to me. He was about to
cum and he was gonna cum in my mouth! What would it taste like?? I signaled
to Anthony, but he didn't understand and simply giggled at me as he was now
licking near big Joey's asshole. I grew afraid, but didn't want to stop. I
was gonna eat big Joey's cum! I wasn't even sure if it would make me sick.
Just then, like an explosion, waves and waves of hot sticky liquid splashed
the back of my throat. I tried to swallow it, but the volume was too great.
I gave up and let the creamy, salty jizum ooze out of my mouth. Big Joey's
body was in still wild spasm when I pulled his cock out of my mouth and spat
the cum and saliva onto his belly. Anthony, finally realizing what was
happening, just stared at me for endless seconds as one amazed. The cum was
still dripping from the sides of my mouth when my attention was taken by what
sounded like a thin shriek, abruptly cut off. Big Joey's hand was firmly
wrapped around little Joey's mouth. A glistening, milky white droplet clung
to the tip of little Joey's foreskin. Immediately, I understood that the boy
had shot his virgin load down big Joey's throat.
Chapter 3.
It was Monday afternoon and I hadn't seen Anthony since that extra special
Saturday morning when I first learned how to suck a cock. I was waiting in
front of the grocery store on the corner of the busy avenue. Nearly every
kid in the neighborhood had to walk that way going to or from school. It was
cool and sunny that afternoon and I enjoyed the novelty of seeing my breath
and pretended to be a fire breathing dragon. As I loitered outside the
window, silently incinerating pedestrians, I began to recall the strange
story that big Joey had told me about his earliest sexual experience. Soon,
my little dick was pushing hard against its cloth confinement.
When Joey was only 9 years old, he had been hospitalized for recurrent
low grade fevers. The cause was never determined, but he endured 3 days and
nights of observation and medical testing. Of course, the little boy was
petrified. He'd never spent a single night away from home and was suddenly
thrust into a bizarre world of daily needles, terrifying machinery and
haughty white coated strangers that even his mommy and daddy had to obey.
On the second evening, in the midst of these horrors, Eric appeared. Eric
must have been an orderly, or nursing assistant of some sort. Joey
remembered him only vaguely. A tall, dark figure with broad shoulders and
thick hairy arms. It was late in the evening and Joey was already sleepy when
Eric entered his hospital room. Joey startled when he heard the soft ringing
of metal as the privacy curtains were pulled around his bed. He was about to
cry out when the shadowy outline of the man's face broke into the dim halo
around his bed, but cold fear closed his throat. A thin intake of breath was
all the sound he could make as the man stepped closer and pressed against the
edge of the bed.
"Don't be afraid, Joey" said the man. "My name's Eric"
"Are you gonna gimme a needle?" asked the terrified child.
"Not at all, nothing of the kind" said the stranger softly "In fact,
I'm here to check on you and to see that you're comfortable". The man reached
into the bed and tucked the pillow gently under boy's head.
"Do you feel alright" asked the man with genuine concern. "Does
anything hurt?"
"No, I feel okay" said the boy "only real sleepy"
"Did they give you any needles this evening"
"Yes, two"
"Where?"
"In the arm"
"How does the ol' tummy tum feel?"
Before Joey could answer, the man slipped his hand under the covers
and the boy felt a cool touch on his side.
"I told ya, it feels fine". he said again.
Still, Joey felt the hand groping along his midsection, but he
endured the rest of the exploration silently. He'd already been poked and
prodded in places he didn't even known existed. Another intrusion hardly
seemed unnatural or unexpected. The man's three middle fingers pushed
gently into the boy's abdomen, first on one, then on the other side of Joey's
stomach, and then in the exact center. The tip of the man's middle finger
easily covered Joey's entire belly button. All the while, he felt the man's
pinky groping him. Somehow, Joey could tell that this man's touch was
different from any of the doctors or nursers who had examined him. The hand
quivered and seemed uncertain. But just as Joey was getting suspicious and
starting to feel uncomfortable, the man withdrew his hand and smiled warmly
at the boy.
"Feels okay to me too!" the man grinned. "But listen son, you've
been in here for two days and haven't had a bath yet! Don't you feel kinda
grungy?"
"I guess" the boy answered. In fact, Joey was quite used to a hot
bath before bed time and was wondering when someone would raise the issue.
But that wasn't exactly what the man had in mind!
"Well, that's my job!" said Eric happily. The man turned on a small
light directly over head and adjusted the beam to shine near the center of
the bed. The bright beam of light bounced off the dark covers and illuminated
the privacy curtains and ceiling at obtuse angles, so that a thick arrow
head of light seemed to be focused nearly on the little boy's crotch. Eric
slowly pulled the covers down and Joey gazed inquisitively at the man. The
boy was clothed only his hospital gown.
"You gonna gimme a bath in bed? asked Joey in disbelief?
"Yup!" said Eric.
The man opened a faucet to the right of the bed. Joey heard the soft
splash of running water echo from the shadows. Soon, the man began to
unbutton the boy's gown, from top to bottom. With each button, the boy
noticed the man's hand was trembling and thought that was strange. It made
him feel insecure. When all the buttons were undone, Eric brushed aside the
gown and exposed the young body. Joey's face seemed wrapped in shadows, but
the rest of the boy's smooth skin looked almost lustrous in the bright light.
His tiny pink nipples, perfectly flat belly and miniature dick and balls
were gloriously beautiful in that light. As Joey gazed down at his own
nakedness and looked at the strange man beside his bed, he was suddenly and
deeply embarrassed. He'd been naked in front of doctor's and even nurses
before, but some how, perhaps because of some queer look in this man's eye,
the young boy perceived a profound difference. But even as humiliation surged
through him, his little dick began to engorge with blood.
In the next instant, Joey felt drops of water on his shoulder and saw
a fluffy amber wash cloth pass before his face. He felt it pushed gently
under his arm pit and down his side, nearly to his waist. The cloth was warm
and soapy and a sweet, flowery aroma filled his little button nose. At the
same time, waves and waves of tingly, tickly sensations radiated up and down
the boy's side. He giggled loudly.
"Ssssssssshhhh" said Eric
But the man's eyes were smiling joyously. Joey could hardly believe
how good it felt! He had goose bumps all over his body and shivers ran up
and down his back. In a single lightning flash, Joey realized the delicious
treat that was in store for him. It took his breath away. Even though his
little dick was sticking straight up in the air, all embarrassment left him.
He heard Eric wring the soiled water from the cloth. Soon, the freshened
wash cloth was placed back under his arm and the area wiped clean. Once again,
but less intensely, shivers of pleasure raced up and down his side. And with
a puckish grin, Joey lifted his other arm in eager anticipation. Eric laughed
softly.
"Feels good, hu kiddo?"
Joey nodded wildly, his green eyes, greedy for more pleasure. The
soapy cloth swabbed the boy's other arm pit and was drawn down his side.
Again, his small body erupted anew with pure ecstasy. But this time, as the
soiled water was wrung from the cloth, Joey noticed the bulge in Eric's green
sweat pants. He was popping a boner too! Another lighting flash illuminated
the boy's naive mind. He understood that this big man was intensely enjoying
his small nakedness and soaping his childish body! As the wash cloth caressed
Joey's chest, he looked deeply into Eric's eyes. The eruptions of physical
euphoria which shook his entire body as the soapy cloth made wide circles
around each of his tiny nipples were magnified by the light of that
understanding.
The wash cloth now made its way down along the midline of the boy's
belly. The sequence of the warm water and it's cool evaporation had become a
rhythm of rapture. He had never known, never dreamed of knowing, such
pleasure. But he was totally unprepared for what happened next.
The man tucked the warm cloth between Joey's slender legs so that his
little balls, like jelly beans, rested on top of the fabric. In the bright
light each puerile testicle was clearly defined and glistened with a sudsy
film. They were perfectly shaped and perfectly symmetrical. Eric slowly
rotated the cloth so that the delicate orbs rolled gracefully inside their
hairless sac. Like claps of thunder, explosions of unimagined bliss rocked
the prepubescent boy. And when the warm cloth was gently drawn over his
scrotum and embraced the shaft of his penis, Joey nearly fainted. Eric
rolled the tiny dick head in the folds of cloth and parted the pons and gazed
into the boy's urethra. He squeezed and pumped the slender column and sent
the boy into repeated convulsions of delight. For what seemed like hours the
man fondled the child's immature genitalia through the warm soapy veil. At
last, Eric lifted the boy-legs in the air on his powerful forearm. He wiped
each of Joey's ass checks, spread them, and then drew the warm cloth across
the boy's asshole. The cloth made ever smaller circles around the young
hole. Finally, extending his index finger, Eric pushed the cloth gently into
Joey's anus and scoured the soot away. By the time the man got around to the
skinny legs, the exhausted boy had fallen fast asleep.
I had been day dreaming for about fifteen minutes when Anthony finally
made the turn down the Avenue. As he recongnized me, he began to run, waving
his arms wildly. I noticed then that he was being chased and had been trying
to catching his breath. As he drew closer, I recognised the boy who was
chasing him. It was that little bastard Reno. Reno was an immigrant boy who
lived a few blocks away. He was only 12 years old, but seemed to cast an
enormous shadow over our world. A dark haired demon, muscular and agressive,
he looked like an boy version of Tony Danza, and he was always torrmenting
poor little Anthony. He had it in for him for some sick reason.
As he ran, Anthony looked over his shoulder, saw that Reno was gaining
on him, and lunged twoard me. As he dove into my arms, I saw terror in those
fabulous blue eyes and observed, with horror, that his adorable little nose
was bleeding profusely. I held my qivering friend tightly and looked up only
just in time to see Reno slam into us like a freight train. Both of us were
knocked over, and poor little Anthony shreiked in blind terror as Reno fell
on top of us. Before I could recover my breath, the larger boy had us in a
double head lock. Anthony began sobbing unconrollably.
"Get the fuck off me" I growled with red hot fury.
"Wassa mada baabee" said Reno, between heavy breaths. "U tinka you
friandsa gonna sava u? Eesa bigga sissa dena u."
"I swear to God, Reno, get off or I'll tell my dad and he'll kill ya"
I grunted.
It was a total bluff. Oh, my dad would go totally ape if he ever
found out than anyone had handeled me like that, and that was exactly why I
could only bluff. I'd never really tell him. I was afraid he really would
kill the boy. Reno only laughed at me.
"But eesa no heea, u papa eh? Atsa tuu baada for u! Dassa onalee me,
anna u tu lilla sissas! U isa sisas? eh? I tinka usa sisas! Gwanna, kissa
sisas! Kissa anna maabe I ledda u go."
The evil little bastard smashed our faces together savagely. I felt
crushing pain and hot blood streaming from my nose. Anthony began to cough
and spatter blood mixed with saliva. A long crimson thread of bubbley ooze
dangled from the side of his mouth. Once again the merciless little scum bag
bashed our heads together and laughed at our agony and helplessness. But in
the midst of our torrment, and squelching the bully's hideous cackling, I
heard a loud crack and felt the vibrations of a heavy blow as it fell across
Reno's back. At once, I was aware of another figure looming up from behind
him.
"Let go ya little dago bastard! Let 'em go!"
The voice was big Joey's. The cavelry had arrived!
Throbbing pain stung my face and shot through my head. Blood flowed
freely from my nose and salty tears burned my eyes. My body trembled with
fear and bitterness. But piercing the dizzy clouds of anger and anguish that
confused my thoughts were Anthony's rhythmic sobs. I staggered over to the
small boy and tried to raise him to his feet, but he just clenched at me and
buried his battered head in my chest and arms. He continued to heave and sob
spastically. Reno had really given him a shellacking.
"You slimy guinea bastard! You little fuck! Why the hell did you do
that for??" Joey's voice shrieked with rage.
As I held Anthony, and wiped the mucus and blood from my own face, I
stared darkly at that hated little boy, squirming and kicking the air. Big
Joey had him in a full nelson. He was almost seven inches taller than the evil
child and many pounds heavier. Now Reno was totally helpless.
"iiiieeee...iiiiiieeeee...lemme go, I no do nadting t' u" he began.
But his protests were cut off. Joey's hand slipped over the boy's mouth.
Reno's round brown eyes grew wide with fear.
"OOOh no, you piece of shit, you ain't gettin' away. You're gonna
pay for what you did to my friends and pay big time"
Reno started to struggle wildly, but big Joey simply rolled the boy
over his hip and buried a ruthless fist in his midsection. With a hiss, the
air went out of the boy and he his body dangled limply in big Joey's powerful
arms. Joey dragged him around the corner and into the alley way behind the
grocery store. Anthony and I almost forgot our pain as fresh adrenalin
coursed through our veins and the Furies themselves seemed to take possession
of us. We followed big Joey into the darkening alley.
We saw him carry the weakly struggling child up a rusty ladder and
hurl him over the top of the 4 story building. With a mixture of blurred
sight and echoing sound, Anthony and I perceived that Reno had tried to get up
and run as soon as his body hit the roof top, but the larger teenager was on
him before he'd gotten more than a few steps. We heard muffled cries as we
climbed the ladder and we knew that Reno was already paying for what he had
done to us. But I wanted more than justice. That little monster had
sadistically beaten my beautiful Anthony nearly senseless. Oh, I wanted Reno
to pay dearly alright, maybe with all he had to give.
As Anthony and I poked our heads over the rim of the building. We saw
Joey crouched on the gritty roof top. Reno's legs were kicking up and down
frantically. We heard a loud fluttering of feathers and a ringing of metal.
There was an enormous pigeon coop not 10 feet from the struggling boys and
many spooked birds clung to their chicken wire cage, flapping in panic.
"Squirt!" Big Joey panted, take off your socks and hand them to me"
I was happy to comply. Big Joey rammed one into the terrified boy's
mouth and tied a gag around his face with the other. His cries were still
audible, but now they wouldn't carry above the din of the city below. Big
Joey scanned the roof top. His eyes fixed on a small spool of cloths line
rope that was laid against the coop of frightened birds. I followed his
gaze to it.
"Bring that here" he ordered.
I trotted over, collected the spool of rope and handed it him. The
teenager pulled a pocket knife from his leather jacket. A wild look of terror
filled Reno's eyes. Joey cut a length of rope in front of the boy's face and
began to tie him securely. He struggled a little, quite uselessly. In a few
moments, the child was totally defenseless.
"Now, waddya wanna do with him?" Joey asked.
Oh, I had some pretty sick ideas, but I wasn't sure how far Joey
would let me go. If I had been alone with that rotten kid, I might have cut
out his loathsome heart.
"Lets strip `em" said Anthony, in a hauntingly routine voice.
"Good idea!" laughed Joey.
Anthony and I fell on Reno. We pulled his jacket over his head and
pushed it out from behind his back. We tore at his shirt and ripped it open
and made shreds out of the white tank top we found beneath. As the cool air
hit his flesh, goose bumps broke out over his body and his brown nipples
became erect. His hairless chest, blotched red from scrapes and scratches,
began to heave with convulsive crying.
"Waasa madda beebe" I mocked "no wona here to sava you?"
A spasm of rage and humiliation made Reno's boyish face suddenly
hideous, but his fear rose like smoke and his chocolate eyes became doe-like,
pleading for mercy. They would find none in me.
"Now take his pants off" said Anthony.
Joey bent over the wriggling child, and once again pulled out his
pocket knife. Reno began flipping and flopping like a live trout on a hot
grill. Joey cut his pants in half, straight down the middle and pulled them
over his skinny legs to his ankles. Reno was left with only his boxer
underwear. Joey had a mind to play with this boy as he was stripped of all
dignity. First, he cut a two inch slit in the cotton underwear, just below
the elastic waist band and parallel to it. Then, another at the crotch.
Reno became very still and the air on the roof top was electrified. Joey made
a third incision in the cloth down the exact middle of the garment. Then he
pulled the two flaps apart. Reno's young cock was exposed for us all to see
and his face blushed red in absolute humiliation. Even though he was flaccid,
I could tell that his genitalia were enormous for his body, but he was still
totally hairless. His testicles were about the same size as little Joey's and
like little Joey, Reno was uncut.
"What should we do to him now" asked Anthony.
"Hey, it looks like somebody forgot to circumcise him. Maybe we
should do that now" Answered big Joey.
Reno continue to sob into his gag while tears flowed freely down his
quivering cheeks.
"What's that mean?" I asked, only playing dumb because I knew Reno
didn't yet understand what we were considering and I wanted him to have
time to think about it!
"Well" Joey began, as grabbed the boy's foreskin "It means we cut
the tip of his dick off...like this"
Reno began to scream and struggle madly.
"Sit on his chest Squirt, Anthony hold his legs down!" Joey ordered.
Soon, Reno was virtually immobilized and Joey continued the
instruction.
"Like I was sayin' ya pull the foreskin over the dick-head, like
this.... and cut it off just below the head." Joey drew mock incision lines
on the frantic boy's penis. Reno nearly died of fright when the cold steel
touched his tender flesh. But the blade never cut. Joey stood up and began
to laugh. Reno had been degraded into a blubbering mass of horror and
mortification and that was sufficient.
"I think he's had enough" Joey said, "He won't bother you guys any
more, will ya, ya little fuck?"
Reno shook his head negatively, like his life depended on it.
"Cause if you so much as look at my friends crooked" Big Joey
continued "I'll cut your dick off next time and feed your balls to you!"
Big Joey tossed the pocket knife to Anthony.
"Cut the ropes and lets get outa here".
Chapter 4.
It took a full week for Anthony's face to look normal again. He'd been
beaten up pretty bad, but he came to school every day just the same. We
walked to and from school together religiously for a very long time after
that incident, but Reno never bothered us again. Indeed, he gave us a wide
berth and seemed to panic at the very sight of us. Needless to say, big Joey
had become our hero, our protector, and our very special friend. Our
Saturday morning "get-togethers" in big Joey's room became routine. We told
our parents we were watching cartoons, but that was only a half-truth. We
never paid much attention to the TV, and only kept it on for effect. At
first, our episodes began with big Joey showing us his latest dirty magazine.
They were usually filled with black and white pictures of toppless women.
But soon, even big Joey dropped all pretense of being interested in girls.
We were all hopeless queers.
Big Joey was really into watching and teaching. Sometimes, he'd just
watch us little boys have at each other. Thanks to his considerable didactic
skills, we all became expert cock suckers, but my favorite thing was to rub
dicks together with Anthony! I loved having him on top of me while he
grinded his boy-dick into my pelvis. His little balls would slide up and
down my shaft while his dick rubbed against my warm abdomen. I remember the
little head getting stuck now and again in my belly button. Some times, I'd
be laying back in big Joey's lap, with his throbbing cock sliding up and down
my ass crack, while rubbing dicks with Anthony. As we rocked back and forth,
I'd marvel at the exquisite texture of the dark hairs on big Joey's legs and
compare and contast that with the feel of Anthony's smooth, slender legs.
Like and yet unlike!
Of course, in hindsight, it is very obvious that I had fallen head over
heals in puppy love with Anthony, though I had small understanding of that at
the time. I just knew that I loved holding him, feeling his smooth body
against me, and licking his little dick and balls. I relished the
flabbergasted expressions of rapture he'd perform. And I thought his
boy-smell was absolutely intoxicating! It was like a downy fresh baby powder
mixed with lemony-lime. Even today, if I meditate on his angelic face, the
bunny-rabbit way he'd twitch his nose and make his freckles dance, and listen
for his froggy, strangely musical voice, I can snatch a whiff of his
redolence across the wide abyss of time and space. He was really the most
adorable little boy I've ever seen.
Little Joey was more of a nuisance to me than anything else. I never
really liked him, and his uncut dick and slight accent just reminded me too
much of Reno. Big Joey, on the other hand, couldn't get enough of the boy.
He was exploding with precocious adolescence, he had by far the biggest dick
out of the three of us, and it didn't seem to matter tuppence to big Joey
that it had a foreskin. In fact, he seemed to like playing with it. What's
more, big Joey would spend hours lapping at he boy's genitals. He'd start at
the balls and lick with his whole tongue, all the way up little Joey's shaft
and then nearly swallow his cock. I think big Joey also had some special
attraction to the stringy black hairs that grew around the base of the boy's
cock. We could almost see them sprouting! And big Joey was enthralled by
little Joey's asshole. He'd turn the boy over and spread his cheeks and
invite us to look in. The sparse hairs made it seem more vulgar for some
reason. Then he'd poke and prod the boy's hole with his finger and slide the
tip in and out a few times. Little Joey would squeak when it started to
hurt, and big Joey would always pull his finger tip out quick. He was very
gentle with all of us.
It was during one of these "coolie pokin'" sessions, as I called them,
that I asked big Joey why he liked fingering little Joey's coolie hole so
much.
"Cause one day, one day soon, I'm gonna put my dick up it!"
Little Joey turned round in alarm.
"Don't worry!" big Joey said, "When I do it, you'll love it!"
"Won't it hurt?" I asked, as a strange feeling of Deja vous filled me.
"Maybe a little, but only at first, and then its the best!"
We all looked at him incredulously.
"Maybe for you" I said
"No, wise ass, I'll show you!"
"Oh no ya won't!" I said, and backed away from him, both hands
covering my virgin butt hole.
"Don't be a little jerk!" he said "your much too small yet. Just
watch and pay attention!" I was almost disappointed.
Big Joey laid his hands on the boy's shoulders.
"Wanna do "dick-up-the-ass" with me?"
Little Joey looked scared, but also full of wonder.
"I dunno" he said dumbly .
Anthony and I just sat there, amazed.
"C'mon" the teenager said "you can do it to me first"
"Really?" His eyes brightened. It seemed little Joey didn't mind
doing "dick-up-the-ass" if he was gonna be the pitcher!
Big Joey got a jar of vaseline from out of his dresser and began
lubing up the young boy's cock. Then, he got on the bed and crouched low on
all fours. He parted his ass checks and Anthony and I gazed deeply into his
teenaged asshole. It was wrinkly, brown and hairy. Big Joey swabbed three
finger tips full of the gel around his hole and then his index finger
disappeared down into the dark corridor. In and out, and with swirling
motions, the finger widened the hole and soon we could see pink skin yawing.
The lubricated asshole was stretched wide and a faint flatulent smell
drifted past my nose before big Joey gestured to the boy that it was time to
begin. Little Joey stood up on the bed and leaned over the teenager. Big
Joey reached between his own legs and grabbed hold of the child's penis. The
bulbous head swelled as it pushed against the hairy hole, which seemed to
swallow the little Joey's cock. Big Joey grunted and then gasped.
"Ohhhgooood" he said
Little Joey nearly fell over the crouching teenager, but Big Joey
reached over and steadied him.
"How's that feel kiddo?"
"Good" said little Joey, but unconvincingly.
"Now push in and out, start slow, but then speed up."
As the boy began, big Joey closed his eyes. His face looked as if he
were in pain. But little Joey's expression soon changed to one of euphoria.
His jaw hung wide open and his dark eyes were singing joyfully. The little
boy had found nirvana. He began to pump faster and to sway back and forth,
riding big Joey like a rocking horse. The teenager grunted and moaned. I
still didn't think he was enjoying the boy's dick up his ass, but then I
looked at his stiff cock and knew better. Big Joey stood up on his knees
so that his cock was pointed toward me and Anthony, his meat swinging up and
down in the air as little Joey drove into his ass.
"Oh ggaaaa....oh suck my dick Squirt! Ooooshhhssiiiittt, please suck
on my cock"
There was nothing else to be done! I dove on big Joey's penis and
Anthony began to lick his balls. Sorta like old times! The four of us went
at it like that for a while. Little Joey really fucked the shit out big Joey
that day, and I sucked his dick like a sailor. Anthony lapped at his scrotum
and got a real good look at little Joey's dick plunging in and out of big
Joey's hole. Sometimes, he'd just forget his work and stare in wonder at the
hard pole appearing and disappearing into big Joey's guts.
By now, I had a little experience and sensed when big Joey was about to
cum. But this time, I pulled the cock out of my mouth and told Anthony.
"He's gonna goo!" I said.
"Oh yeah, I'm gonna shhoooot!"
"Me too!" squeaked little Joey.
Anthony brought his face up close to the cock head, our cheeks were
pressed together and we both began to lick the tip of big Joey's cock at the
same time.
"oohhhhddggoooddddggggghhhhmmmAAAAAHHH" I thought big Joey was crying.
Then, many things happened. Anthony's tongue touched mine and our
lips met over the dick head. Little Joey plowed into big Joey's ass, once,
twice and a third time, violently. The bulging cock head sprayed hot jism
into the air and all over our faces. In that salty, slippery pool of teenaged
boy-juice, Anthony and I had our first kiss. My head was spinning, my toes
tingled, my tummy tickled. And in that shattering explosion of white passion,
I became hoplessly imprisoned in the unfathomable depths of Anthony's magical
eyes.
EPILOGUE
Within the year, our fellowship was broken. Dad made a great deal of
money and we moved to a big house in the country. In fact, Dad basically gave
the old house to big Joey and his Mom for a song. I bawled for months over
Anthony, so much so that my parents became suspicious. We wrote to each
other for almost a year, but then he moved to Georgia, and we lost touch. I
never heard from him again. Little Joey's family followed us out of the
neighborhood less than a year later, but I didn't keep in touch with him.
Big Joey never made it to adulthood. He died of a drug overdose before he
was 18. When I heard the news, I cried for days. In fact, the last time I
returned to that old house was for his funeral. It was very hard. I remember
walking in the small backyard while wails came from inside the house. I
glanced over to the wooden door on the side of the garage and saw a bizarre
eptiaph in big Joey's own hand. And I suddenly remebered the holloween when
he had written it. Hot tears feel like a bitter rain. It said: "Joe was
here, but now he's gone, he leaves his name to carry on. Signed Joe"
So many years have since gone by, but I still dream about those enchanted
days. Sex hasn't been that hot since then and probably never will be again.
But as I surf the net, in certain stories of hot boy-sex, in some small way,
I recover bits and pieces of Big Joey, little Joey and even Reno! And of
course, my precious Anthony.
The END.
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