Date: Tue, 29 Jul 2003 17:59:27 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jon Loewe <jonloewe@yahoo.com>
Subject: Oliver Chapter 3

Disclaimer: You know the stuff!

CHAPTER THREE -- Night of day 2
It's a big two room tent. One for the boys and one for
the girls. (Bet Dad really liked that set up!) But mom
said that Jessica and I needed our privacy. I hit
puberty at 11 and Jessica had boobs at 12. I was now
15 (almost 16!) and she was 14. (And from what I
gathered from Shane, had fucked Shane a few times.) So
Mom made sure that we weren't together. Even though I
don't think I could fuck my sister. She's pretty but,
she's my sister.
It took about 30 minutes to get all the poles and
stakes in the right places but Ollie and Shane and I
got it done. We went in and got drinks and snacks and
sleeping bags. The sun was going down and we decided
to zip up the tent and avoid all of the bugs that came
out after dark. The others didn't know it, but I
brought my little stack of gay porn mags, JOYBOY and
DAVID  and BOYSONBOYS and some Slim Feiffer photo
shoots that I had found in a newspaper stack in a
garage across town when we were cleaning it out. When
they saw them their eyes went wide!
Shane practically ripped his clothes off and was the
first one naked and stroking over two JOYBOY boys
trading blowjobs and hand jobs. They were hot -- but
so was Shane. Oliver and I undressed each other and
fondled each other's penises to erection as Shane
whacked off. We each picked up a magazine and started
stroking.
"Just don't get any of your cum on the pics, K?"
Shane grunted.
Oliver said, "Sure!"
We were each in our own little world as we jacked off.
I could hear Shane breathing hard. Oliver was panting
in little squeaks, "eh-eh-eh-eh-ew-eh ugh --ughnnnnn
-- eh eh eh ---fuck!"
He spewed all over his chest managing to hold the
magazine out of the way. Shane's breathing increased
but I didn't get to see his cum because I shot my load
as he was doing his thing.
"Ugh --shit -- oooh -- God -- fuck -- ahhh -  eh - eh
- eh - ah - ugnh -- o -- shit -- fuck oooh God that's
good!"
I tossed the mag on to my pillow and collapsed in
Shane's lap. I could feel his wet dick poking my back
and his jizz running all over my back. Ollie collapsed
on me and his cum dripped all over my leg. Shane moved
out from under me and draped his leg over my left leg
while Ollie had his leg over my right leg. They played
with my nipples and pecs. Oliver started to kiss my
biceps. Shane nibbled on my neck. I reached down and
fondled their dicks and balls. Cumming sure makes you
feel sleepy. We all drifted off. I awoke with a start
-- it was a bit chilly. I pulled a blanket over us. I
went back to sleep.
I awoke again to a slurping sound. Ollie was sucking
on Shane's rock hard 5 inches, his nose buried in
Shane's fun little ring of pubic hair. Shane awoke and
turned around and started sucking on Ollie's hairless
7 incher. I watched, fascinated. It was better than a
porn mag -- here was the real thing happening right in
front of me. I started playing with my dick. Just then
Ollie reached over and stroked my dickhead with his
fingers. Shane was soon fingering my balls. I was in
heaven. Shane and Ollie continued to suck on and off
their gorgeous boymeats. It got really noisy between
the sucking and the moaning. I got up and moved around
behind Shane. I ran my fingers along his ass crack and
played with his balls and little pucker. I wasn't
going to fuck him, I wasn't going to eat him, I wasn't
going to finger his hole. I wanted to just add to his
blow job. I soon found I could reach the asses of both
boys and tickled, stroked and played with their cracks
and balls from behind. Their sucking got faster and
their asses pushed back against my hands. I sped up a
little bit and so did they.
They were so beautiful -- 13 year old Shane with his
dark hair and eyes, slim strong body, deep voice, big
balls and 5 inch hairy pecker. He has a really nice
ass. No hair yet -- no hair on his balls. Bald pits
and legs and a fucking sexy chest and abs. He was
mature before his age. And he was a good kisser (a
natural) And by the sounds of it he gave good blow
jobs. This one was his first in our company and Oliver
was moaning something awful!
Oliver -- my boy god -- we were the same age -- 15 --
he had just moved in next door 2 days ago. We were
meant to be. I loved him -- deeply. I think he loved
me. He was blond with green eyes, slim and wiry with
huge knots of muscle on his slender arms, a huge 7
inch totally hairless dick, big balls but his voice
had not changed yet. Curious! (As Ollivander says in
Harry Potter) His face was cute (so was Shane's for
that matter) His blond curls hung loose around his
eyes and made him almost like one of those little
cherubs. His stomach was lean and he had the
beginnings of a six pack. But the most fascinating
thing was that there was no hair around his gigantic
dick. Not even the beginnings of a whisp of hair. That
was damn sexy to me. He could shoot loads of cum (so
could Shane) but he did it from his hairlessness,
which was stuck into Shane's mouth at the moment and
Shane's hairy monster was lodged firmly in Ollie's
throat. I could hear them. They were almost there. I
caressed their asses and balls with my fingers. They
both started moaning, Their bodies were racking
themselves with pleasure and they hit it -- that
moment when the body takes over and nothing you can do
can stop the flood of cum. They gurgled at each other
as their mouths filled to bursting with fresh, warm
boycum. I've never tasted man cum. I've heard that it
is much more bitter than boy cum. I'll stick to boy
cum as long as I can. They both fell over on their
sides, dicks still twitching and balls contracting,
chests heaving and throats swallowing. I pulled
Shane's dick out of Ollie's mouth and kissed him. Then
I pulled Ollie's dick out of Shanes' mouth and kissed
him. Ollie came over and pressed his face close to
Shane's and mine. We started a three way french -- it
was difficult and not totally satisfying but we were
all three busy.
Then I felt 2 hands on my nether regions. I don't know
whose hand was doing what but I did not want them to
stop. But they did. As I was laid on my back I felt
hands roaming all over my body. I lifted my arms back
behind my head. Hands and fingers tickled and probed
my pits, my pecs, my nipples, abs, biceps, forearms,
sides, hips, waist, pubes, legs, balls, knees, calves,
ankles, and feet. Then I looked down and both sets of
hands were reaching for my dick and balls. I had four
hands pleasuring me, stroking, poking, squeezing,
prodding, lifting, tickling, caressing, then something
wet covered my cock. That was it! I give up! I laid
back and let the feelings wash over me. My dick was
sucked while hands roamed again all over my body. My
balls and dick were sucked. Hands were caressing. My
nipples were so hard they could have burst. My dick
was straining. I had never felt so hard. One mouth
worked up and down my dick -- fast. Another mouth
worked on my balls at the same time. My whole body
tightened. I was about to cum. It started at my toes
and at my head and the feeling rushed to the center of
my body and out my dick as I thrust up into the warm
mouth and felt my balls release their load. I heard
gagging and choking. My hands gripped the sleeping
bag. I shot and I shot and I shot. Whoever it was
swallowed and swallowed and swallowed. My balls and
body were still being played with. I gasped and
shuddered and fell back against the sleeping bag. The
mouth came off my dick, the other one off my balls --
the hands still softly caressed me. I reached out and
tickled whatever I could reach. Two warm bodies, laid
down on either side of me.
I fondled their dicks and balls. We were spent. That
was the best cum of my life.
"Mine, too!"
"Same here!"
Shit! I did it again. We fell asleep -- curled
together.


Michael Jon Loewe