Date: Thu, 1 Nov 2012 11:53:19 -0500
From: Charles Hughes <the.back.door@hotmail.com>
Subject: OUR SEX CLUB - 5 Young Friends  (b/b oral anal)

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OUR SEX CLUB - 5


I could not believe how much Alfred loved dicks!  Yeah, I liked -- okay,
loved -- sucking, too, and so did Marty.  But Alfred... it was like he'd
been starving to death for dick all his life.  Even though he was a
full-fledged member of the Sex Club now, he still liked to sneak out around
the trees behind the schoolyard and then sneak up to the back of the boy's
shithouse.  He could tell us about the dicks of most of the boys in school,
even in the lower grades.  He told us he often rubbed his own dick while he
watched.  Marty told him he was going to get caught one day and get us all
in trouble.  But I guess nobody else ever found out about that slot in the
shithouse wall.

We had to be pretty careful in class, too.  Alfred was too close to the
front of the class.  If he rubbed or groped himself, somebody would be sure
to see.  Even Marty kept his hands out of his pockets for a while until
Alfred decided it was too risky for him to play in class.  Then Marty got
back to his old teasing.  He give himself a hardon in class and made sure I
could see the buldge in his pants, then he'd play with it.  I got a stiffie
more than once, thanks to him.

It was a good thing we had a place for indoor meetings of the Sex Club now.
We got several days of rain, and there wasn't anyplace else to go except
the Barn.  Marty had found another old horse blanket, and Alfred had
brought a couple of old blankets, too, so we had something to sit on.  Or
lie on.  Albert sucked us both off.  He liked lying on the ground on his
belly, with us sitting cross-legged in front of him; he could shove his
face right onto our dicks that way.  Me and Marty just rested back on our
hands and let him suck until we came.  Then he started an argument.

He wanted to get some of the littler kids in on the Sex Club.  He said he
really liked one boy, only seven, in the second grade.  Marty said that was
way too young to keep the secret, and I agreed with him.  Albert claimed
Bobby could keep his mouth shut, but we still said no.  Little kids talk a
lot, and about everything.  "If you want to suck a little prick," Marty
said, "just remember you could blow the whole thing for all of us.
Besides," Marty grinned, "why would you want to suck a little prick when
you've got these big cocks right here?"

We wiggled our stiffies at him, and Albert giggled.  He gave up the idea.
And when Marty told us "cock" is the word big guys used for their dicks, we
decided to say "cock," too.  Albert got happy again when I lay down on the
floor on my back and had him kneel over my face.  I told him I'd suck dick
or lick balls, depending on which he fed into my face.  He did both, and he
loved it.  Had a great cum while he was in my mouth.  Of course, I was
sucking and licking more enthusiastically when Marty scooted over and
sucked my dick.  Cock.

One day -- also in the Barn -- Albert had to leave early, but not until he
sucked both our cocks.  Albert was always ready to suck!  Marty and I just
talked for a while, and I asked him about the ass thing when he'd put his
finger on my asshole.  He looked a little embarrased for a minute, but,
when I told him that I liked it, he told me about fucking.  I mean, about
guys fucking each other.  I never dreamed you could do that with a cock!
Stick it in somebody's asshole!  I wasn't sure that even sounded good!  But
I remembered how good it felt when he was fingering my hole and I was
fingering his.  I asked him how he knew about this boys fucking boys stuff.
I didn't think he would tell me at first, but I guess he'd learned to trust
me.

"It was Ben,"he said.  "I mean, he didn't fuck me or anything, and I didn't
fuck him.  But he told me about stuff boys do together sometimes when they
can't get girls and sometimes just because they like it."  He paused.
"And, okay, I sort of fibbed to you.  Ben and me... well, he let me jack
him off sometimes, and sometimes he'd jack me off, even though I could only
get a dry cum."

I just sat there.  Amazed.  Marty had jacked off his brother's cock!  "How
old was he," I asked; "how old were you?"

"I was nine.  He was fourteen."

"Wait a minute!"  I just realized what Ben's age meant.  "He was fourteen,
and you said he had hair.  He could do it, couldn't he?  He could really
cum!"  Marty grinned and noddded.  "What was cum like?  You saw him shoot,
didn't you?"

Marty's grin widened.  "Yeah, he could shoot.  First time, he got some all
over my belly!  And when he shot up in the air!  Wow -- it was like.. like
a cannon going off!"

"It shot out like pee?"

"No," he said, "not like that.  It was... it was in spurts.  You know,
great big spurts.  That's when he told me I could feel that way, too; I
just wasn't old enough to shoot cum."

"What was it like, a big boy's cock?"

"I thought it was huge!  He told me it was five-and-a-half inches long when
he had a hardon -- this was when I was less than three inches.  He had
hair, too.  I'd suck and lick his big cock and run my fingers through the
hair around it, and play with his balls, and he'd hug me..."  Marty broke
off, his voice sounding a little choked.  I was afraid he might cry.

I scooted over to him and put my arm around him.  "I'm sorry, Marty.  I'm
sorry.  I shouldn't have asked; it was none of my business..."

"It's okay, Eddie.  It's just that... we had such good times together.  Not
just the sex stuff.  We didn't really do that a lot.  We'd play ball; he'd
help me with my homework.  He never made fun of me the way some guys do
with their little brothers.  He never made me feel he was embarrassed about
me when his friends were around.  He was so good...  I just miss him..."

He did cry then.  I pulled him to me, and he cried on my shoulder, hanging
on to me like he was about to fall off a cliff.  I didn't know what to say,
so I didn't say anything.  After a while, he stopped and sat up.  "Sorry,"
he muttered.

"Marty, there's nothing to be sorry about.  I'll listen to you anytime you
want.  You know that."

Marty gave me that big smile.  "I know, Eddie.  My best friend."  And he
moved a little closer to me.  We kissed with our arms around each other.
We didn't kiss that often, and never when Albert was around; kissing was a
thing just for me and Marty.  Our tongues moved around inside our mouths,
and our lips were pressed together so hard mine were a little numb when we
pulled away.  "You're the very best, Eddie," he whispered.  "I'm so lucky
you're my best friend."

That almost made me cry.  But we settled down together to suck each other
at the same time and spent a lot of time doing it.  We were in no hurry to
cum.  We just wanted to taste each other as much as we could.  When his
finger slipped into my butt looking for my hole, my finger did the same in
his.  Could two boys do anything any more sexy than that?  I felt him pull
his finger away for a minute, and when he put it back it was slippery.  I
realized he'd put it in his mouth.  I was about to do the same thing when I
felt him pushing on my hole.  Not just rubbing it or pressing it a little,
but really pushing.  I held still and let him play back there.

What would it be like to fuck?  To fuck Marty?  Or him fuck me?  Could our
dicks -- cocks -- even get in those little holes?  How would it feel,
having a cock pushed into your hole?  Damn, how would it feel to have a
cock really in, in all the way...

"Put it in, Marty... put it in me... o fuck put it in me..."  It was
feeling so good I didn't want to ask any more questons.  I just wanted his
finger inside.  Inside of me.  He pushed a little more, but it started to
hurt.  He heard me wince and stopped.  He sat up.

"Fuck, I'm sorry, Eddie.  I shouldn't have... I didn't mean to hurt you.  I
just wanted..."

"In," I finished for him.  "I know.  I wanted it, too.  Maybe our holes are
just too little.  How do boys do it if it hurts so much?"

We talked about it a little more and kind of agreed we'd try it again
sometime.  But not when Alfred was around.  This was just me and Marty.  He
lay me down on my back then, and kissed my lips and cheek.  He started
kissing my ear, and I got chills!  He kissed down to my chest and licked
one of my nipples.  I about came right then!  I moaned so loud!  He kept
kissing and licking like that, even up into my armpits, and I was groaning
like I was dying or something.  My cock was so hard I could feel it
pulsing.  When he moved down my chest and belly, he licked my bellybutton.
Then he licked the place where I'd have hair someday.  And then he took my
cock in his mouth.  I moved my hips up to give him everything.  I wanted to
bury every inch of my cock in his mouth.  He moved his mouth up and down,
like he was jacking me off with his mouth, and he sucked each time he
pulled up.  I couldn't take any more without just blowing up!

"Ooooooo Marty MartyMartyMarty... ooooo..."  And with a huge grunt, I did
explode.  My cock must have been ramming into the back of his mouth, but he
kept sucking until I settled back down and my cum was over.  I heard myself
purring, almost like a cat!  It was so good with Marty.

That night in bed I stroked my cock slowly and thought about the whole
thing, every minute of it.  And I wondered again what it would feel like to
be fucked.  I wet my finger in my mouth, moved my hand down between my
legs, and pressed against my hole.  It felt really good.  I rubbed it
around and around and almost moaned out loud.  I pressed in a little
harder, and it felt like maybe my hole moved just a little, maybe opened
just a bit.  I wasn't sure.  But I kept my finger there while I stroked my
cock with my other hand.  And I had a great cum.  Marty was what I was
thinking about.  Marty fucking me.

One day -- this was at the Rock -- we were sitting around talking after
we'd jacked each other off, and Alfred said, "I wonder what it would be
like to jack off in school."

"Damn, you are a horny fucker!" I laughed.

"Nah, I don't mean in class or like that.  Like, maybe, during recess.  Or
lunch.  Maybe in the shithouse..."

"Not the shithouse.  Nobody's supposed to walk in if the door is closed,
but that doesn't mean somebody won't someday," I said.

"During lunch..."  Marty was thinking.  I knew he'd have a good idea.  "I
was thinking maybe the coat room?  Nobody goes in there during lunch."

"But somebody could."  I hated to say no to everything, but I sure didn't
want to get caught.  "If we get caught... would we be in trouble!"

"The coat room..."  Marty looked at us.  "It would be so hot to jack off
inside the school building, though!  I wonder if anybody's ever done that.
But there's never a time when nobody's around..."

"Sure there is," Alfred said.  "After school.  When everybody's gone home."

We were all intrigued about maybe jacking off in the schoolhouse.  What
would it feel like to jack off where all the kids were all day long...?
Where the teachers were all day long...?

So we talked about it.  We weren't in any rush to decide anything.  We just
sat and played with each other's cock and talked about possibilities.
Finally, we decided we'd do it.  We'd have a meeting of the Sex Club at
school!  We'd leave school when everybody else did.  The teachers all
stayed for another half hour.  We could go back after they all left.  When
Alfred pointed out that the building would be locked, Marty said it
wouldn't be hard to leave the window in the coat room unlocked.  We could
climb up and get in there.

Alfred was getting all excited.  "Fuck, if we're going in when nobody is
there, I want to jack off at my desk -- where I sit every day."  He made me
think of me and Marty sititng side by side at our double desk, naked and
jacking each other off.  "Let's do it!" Alfred said.

So we decided we would.  We'd find a day when none of us had to be home
right away, and Marty or I would see to it that the window in the coat room
for our class was unlocked.  It took a while to find a day.  Before school
let out we made sure the window was unlocked.  We walked together down the
road to the Barn, letting everybody else get ahead of us, and then we ran
around to the door.  We weren't sure how long to wait, though.  We were all
little nervous, I guess.  I got hard watching Alfred play with his crotch;
his pants were bulging out.  We finally decided it was long enough.  We
looked ahead to see if the teachers' cars were gone, and then headed around
to the back of the building, where the window was.

We made it and then realized the window was too high for us to reach.
Marty made a kind step, and I climbed up on his back.  I got the window
open, helped pull Marty up, and we both got Alfred up.  We looked at each
other and giggled.  We were in!  Marty said we should be quiet for a while
just to make sure nobody else was there.  We went out in the classroom and
peeked out the door into the hallway.  Marty tiptoed down the hall and
looked in each of the classrooms.  Nobody.  He came back into the room and
said, "Let's start this meeting of the Sex Club!"

We always had to leave all our coats and stuff hanging in the coat room, so
Marty made us go back in there to strip.  It sure felt funny stripping in
school!  We hung our clothes up on the hooks and walked back out into the
classroom, everybody naked and stiff.

"It's spooky in here when everybody's gone," Alfred said.  Actually, I
thought, he was right.  I kept looking at the hallway door, listening for
footsteps, and then I saw that none of us were hard any more.  Naked and
not hard at all.  That was unusal for us.  When I pointed that out, Marty
reached over and grabbed Alfred's cock.  Albert slipped away and ran to the
fron oft the classroom.  We chased him, our dicks and asses bouncing like
we did this every day.  We cornered him behind Old Hawk Eye's desk up front
and circled around.  Marty grabbed him, and I reached for his cock.  Alfred
started giggling, and that made me and Marty giggle, too.  Alfred slipped
out of Marty's hands, darted around, and goosed him!

We were off chasing again.  Without even hesitating, Alfred ran out into
the hallway, and the three of us were running up and down the hall, naked
as the day we were born.  We were all panting when we stopped running and
laughing.  We went back into the classroom, and Marty sat at Old Hawk Eye's
desk.  "This is an official meeting of the Sex Club," he announced, "and we
have class presentations today.  Eddie, you're first."

I didn't know what to do!  Marty told me to make a presentation, so I stood
next to the desk and turned to the room.  "This is how a naked boy looks in
school," I said.  I turned around with my arms out.  "And this is an
eleven-year-old butt..."  I stuck my butt out toward the room and gave it a
slap. " ...and this is my cock."  I held it by two fingers and pointed it
out to the room.  Marty and Alfred were laughing so hard, I had to laugh,
too.

"And, class, this is how you suck cock," Alfred said in a voice that was
supposed to sound like Old Hawk Eyes.

He walked up, bent down and started sucking.  He slurped me in real fast!
Marty walked behind him and slapped his ass.  "And this is a ten-year-old
ass!  See how it bounces."  He put his hand under Alfred's bottom and
bounced his ass up and down.  "And this is the crack."  He opened Alfred's
crack.  "And this is a ten-year-old asshole."  He placed his finger on
Alfred's hole.

Alfred gasped and dropped my cock.  Nobody had ever played with his ass
before.  He started breathing deeply as he felt Marty's finger circling his
tight puckerhole.

"Keep sucking, Alfred.  Show them how it's done."  My cock was hard and
bobbing in his face.  Alfred began sucking again, but slower this time.  I
could tell that Marty's finger was moving around back there, because Alfred
wiggled his butt so much.  But when the feeling started inside me, I didn't
care about Alfred's butt anymore.  I closed my eyes and put my hands on
Alfred's head, hugging his head closer to my cock.  Every time he sucked I
felt the feeling get bigger and bigger.  I moaned loud, and my voice echoed
in the empty classroom. I couldn't help but pump my cock into his face...
It was going to happen... soon...

"Yeaaaa... uuuuuuuuuHHHHHH!"

My insides clenched up and exploded.  Maybe I couldn't shoot anything into
Alfred's mouth, but his mouth sure knew I'd had a great dry cum!  I leaned
back on my hands and watched him lick me for a minute.  I noticed Marty had
reached around Alfred and started stroking his cock.

Alfred groaned and stood up.  "I gotta do it.  But I want to sit at my desk
to do it."  He turned around like he was asking permission from Marty.
Marty grinned, and Alfred walked over to his desk -- stiffie bobbing in
front of him and ass bouncing behind him -- and sat down.  We watched him
for a minute as he spread his legs and stroked himself.  Then me and Marty
went back to our own desk and scooted onto the bench.  Alfred was facing
front, and he was too busy to watch anyway, so Marty put his arms around me
and kissed me -- tongue and all.  Then we sat back and played with each
other's cock.

Loud groans were coming from the front of the room.  Alfred was scooted
down so far at his desk we could only see his head and his shoulders.  His
right shoulder was moving fast as he pumped his cock.  "I wanna cummmmm..."
We junmped when Alfred yelled!  Then we laughed.  "O fuck o fuck o fuck o
fuck..."  When he came we heard a big long groan.  Then silence as he
slumped down a little more at his desk.

We waited for a minute, then Marty said, "Hey, buddy, why don't you come
back here and suck us off?"  That was all it took.

Alfred bounced out of his desk and ran up to us, that cock looking like a
little dickie again.  He stopped for a minute, trying to figure out how to
suck our cocks while we were sitting there.  Marty turned and started to
scoot a little to the end of the bench, but Alfred stopped him.

"Not like that," he said.  "Like this."  He crawled under the desk and
wiggled around so he could stick his head up between the desk and the
bench, right at our knees.  He grinned.  We opened our legs wide for him,
with the legs that were beside each other pressed together.  With a little
more wiggling, we could stretch out those two legs, and Alfred could
straddle them.  And he had two cocks right in front of his face, hard and
eager.  He grinned up at us one more time.  Then he lowered his face to my
cock and sucked for a minute.  The he dropped mine and turned his face to
Marty, sucking on his cock.  He went back and forth like that for a while.
It made me so horny, watching Alfred suck both of us at the same time!

Me and Marty had put our arms around the back of the bench so we could sit
as close together as possible.  Alfred began to use his hands; he sucked
one cock while he played with the other cock and balls.  I was moaning when
Marty turned his face to me, and we kissed.  We pressed our lips together
and our tongues danced in each other's mouth while our cocks and balls got
sucked and fingered.  When we pulled back a little from each other we
realized Alfred had stopped sucking; he was looking up at us with a smile
from ear to ear.

"That is so hot, you guys!  Kissing!  Fuck yeah!"

The he got back to work on our hard cocks.  Marty and I were both grunting
and moaning, and I heard Marty start to pant loudly.  He was going to cum.
He groaned a long deep sound as he shoved his cock hard at Alfred's mouth,
and then he fell back, his eyes sort of unfocused.  But Alfred started on
me again, and I knew it was close.  The tingle started; the twist started;
the tightness started.  It all got bigger and bigger.

"Yeaaaaaaaaa... yeaaaaaaa..."  I couldn't help but yell because of how good
it felt!

Alfred licked me a little, then Marty.  He grinned up at us.  Marty said,
"That was fucking hot, Alfred!  Fuck yeah!"

And we heard a door slam.

We froze.  That was the big door at the front!  Did someone come in?  The
steps creaked, and then there were footsteps coming down the hall.

"Shit!" Marty whispered.  "We forgot about old man Harrison!"  Mr. Harrison
came to clean the rooms in the late afternoons, after everybody was
gone. We only saw him now and then when he came during the day to fix
something.

When the door slammed, Alfred had jerked his head back and bumped it on the
edge of our desk.  He looked like it really hurt, but he knew better that
to make a sound.

"Come on, you guys!  Shit!  To the coat room!"

Marty slid out of the bench, and we followed him, running as fast as we
could on our bare feet.  When we got to the coat room, we grabbed our
clothes and shoes.

Marty went back to the coat room door and listened.  "He's down at the
other end of the hall, at the closet where he keeps his stuff," he
whispered.  "Let's get out of here!"

Marty slid the window up as quietly as he could, but it scraped some.  He
motioned for me to jump out first, and I did, landing on my feet but with
my clothes scattered all around me.  Alfred was at the window, looking like
he didn't want to jump; Marty pushed him.  I kind of caught him and got
bopped on the head with his shoes.  Then Marty jumped out.  We grabbed the
clothes we'd dropped and ran to the shithouse and around the corner, where
we couldn't be seen.

"Left the window open!" I whispered.

"Couldn't help it," Marty said.

I peeked around the corner just in time to pull back without being seen.
Mr. Harrison was at the window!  In a minute we heard it close.  We almost
crawled to the trees, moving back the way Alfred would sneak up to the back
of the shithouse.  As soon as we were down a little ravine where we
couldn't be seen, we started to pull our clothes on.

"Fuck, we did it, you guys!  The Sex Club did it!"  Marty started laughing,
and we joined him.

"Oh, no," I looked at Marty.  "My sock, Marty.  I left one of my socks
there."

"It's a sock, Eddie.  He already knows somebody was in there, and he won't
know whose sock it is."

We snuck through the woods all the way around the schoolhouse and came back
onto the road at the Barn.  We were laughing all the way, but I was also
worried about that sock.

At school the next morning, when I put my jacket in the coat room, I looked
carefully around on the floor.  No sock.  I glanced at the window.  And
there was the sock!  It was on top of the sash where the window locks.  I
grabbed it before anyone could see it and stuck it in my jacket pocket.

We never heard a word about anybody getting into the schoolhouse.