Date: Mon, 14 Aug 2006 21:05:48 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jeffrey Uher <chefjlu@sbcglobal.net>
Subject: When I Knew I was Gay Part 6

Disclaimer: If you are not yet 18 years of age or if it is
illegal to read materials of this kind where you live, then
please stop now. This story contains descriptions of sexual
activity between teenage boys and men. And is for adult eyes
only! The acts are consensual and are a result of their love
or lust for one another. This story is completely true, all
personal descriptions, and names have been changed to
protect people's identities and privacy.
I would love to hear from you, so write to me about your
experiences.



I'm a 5' 9", teddy bear, dark blonde hair, fairly hairy, 6"
cut, low-hangers with blue-gray eyes, and mid-forties now. I
have kept a journal since I was quite young of my
adventures, as well I have a photographic memory and can
recall past events with great clarity. These are the
continuing adventures as I entered into junior high.



My mom let us sleep late on Sunday morning and told us we
didn't have to go to church if we didn't want to. Peter's
family was Catholic and we were Presbyterian so my mom
didn't want to make Peter go to a church he didn't know. If
we wanted we could get some cereal and when everyone got
back from church we were headed out for Brunch. So once
everyone was gone we got up, got dressed and headed
downstairs. While we watched TV and had some cereal I asked
Peter who had beat him up in school and why didn't he tell
someone? I didn't realize he played on the JV Football team
and he told me a couple of the guys on the team had accused
him of being a "fairy" and would punch him every chance they
got. I asked why he didn't fight back, he was pretty
muscular and he told me he didn't want to start anything.
They only punched him in his arms and told him to stop
looking at them and to stay out of their way. I asked him
about Tom and if he bothered him after he punched him that
one time and he said no.

I told him he should tell the coach. He was afraid the coach
would call him a sissy and things would be worse. In truth
he didn't act like a homosexual his only drawback at least
in some guy's eyes, was that he was very good looking. Some
guys razzed a few of the guys that were cute as to say that
any guy who was very good looking and kept his hair combed
and wore nice clothes was instantly a sissy or a homo as
they would say.

We cleaned up our breakfast and watched some more TV. I was
lying on the floor on my stomach when I felt Peter lay down
on top of me wrapping his arms around my chest. He was about
3 of 4 inches taller than me and had pretty broad shoulders
so he almost enveloped me, it felt good. He asked me what I
was thinking and I replied I was thinking about what a nice
guy he was. He kissed my on the back of my neck and told me
he thought the same of me. I heard my parents pull into the
driveway and Peter rolled off of me and lay down next to me
which was how my dad found us. He asked if we were ready and
I said yes and we got in the car to head to brunch.

When we got to the restaurant we ran into my aunt and uncle
who joined us. As we ate Peter was very gracious and talked
about his time overseas in the Philippines which was
fascinating. His mom did some missionary work while his
father was part of a research project for the local
university. When my aunt asked who his mother was, it turned
out that they played in a golf league together. She told my
mother she was a lovely lady they should get together
sometime. This pleased Peter and he rubbed my leg under the
table to express his happiness at that.

When we got home I told my dad we were going to go walking
in the woods. We owned a large acreage of woods behind our
house and I loved to go for a walk and explore the various
creeks, water pools, plants and so forth. Peter wondered
what to wear and I told him some jeans and sneakers would be
fine. I had some great trails we could follow that went down
towards the lake. When we got back home we would do some
math work.

In the woods once we were out of sight of our house Peter
put his arm around my waist and we walked together for a
couple of minutes before he stopped us and pulled me into an
embrace kissing me deeply. It surprised me a bit but didn't
come as unwelcome. As we hugged he began pressing his crotch
into my crotch and I could feel his cock was hard. My cock
quickly became hard and pushed back. It was a bit cool,
maybe 70 degrees or so and when Peter reached into my shirt
his hands felt cold. As he rubbed my nipples they hardened
and he took the opportunity to tweak them between his thumbs
and index fingers, twisting them lightly and bringing a moan
from me. I pulled him to me closer and reached up and licked
at his right ear which caused him to shiver.

I moved down and continued licking and kissing at his neck.
He smelled of fresh sweat with a touch of musk. I reached to
unbutton his shirt and pulled it out of his pants. He pulled
away a moment and pulled his shirt off. I went for his left
nipple and began sucking on it hard. He opened is mouth and
I heard a rasping breath come from him. I pushed his left
arm up and moved into sniff at his armpit. I hadn't noticed
last night, but he was quite ticklish. As I licked at the
damp hair in his armpit he giggled and told me to stop, he
couldn't take it! It only made me more determined and I
continued enjoying the salty taste and pungent smell of his
armpit much to his dismay. I felt him shuddering with
giggles and his legs getting wobbly when suddenly he fell to
the ground pulling his arm away and clasping them to his
chest to stop me.

I fell on top of him and told him I now knew his weakness!
That big smile covered his face again and he grasped my head
and pulled me into another deep kiss. He tried tickling me
but soon found I wasn't that ticklish telling me he was
going to figure out my weakness. I chuckled and began to
tickle him again when he grabbed me around my arms and
hugged me to stop me. He rolled us over so I was on the
bottom now and he sat up on my stomach while still keeping
my arms under control. Both of us had hardons and the way he
was sitting it pressed into his ass. He began wriggling his
ass causing my cock to rub against the fabric of my briefs.

I got my right hand free and reached down to adjust my cock,
and then he let my left arm free. I took the opportunity to
grab his ass and massaged it while also pulling to get him
to move up my torso. I readjusted my body and managed to get
my mouth on his crotch, chewing at his hard cock through his
pants. He unbuckled and unzipped his pants and out popped
his cock covered by just his briefs. The sweaty musky smell
of his crotch filled my nostrils and I began sucking his
cock through his underwear. After several minutes he stood
up and quickly lowered his pants and briefs to his ankles
and sat back down on my chest presenting his cock to me.

I went wild, taking his cock in my mouth licking at the head
and shaft and licking his nuts. His crotch was quite ripe
with sweat and musk and it was driving me crazy. At one
point I began sucking on his nuts while he beat his cock.
Peter suddenly slowed his stroking and he said he was going
to cum. I let his nuts out of my mouth and pulled his cock
to my mouth just as he began to shoot. The first jet of cum
shot up my nose before I managed to get his cock into my
mouth where he shot 4 more jets of cum that I swallowed down
savoring the taste. As he came down from his orgasm he
reached for his shirt and cleaned his cum from my nose the
best he could. Then he lay on top of me and we kissed.

After a couple of kisses he moved down my body and pulled my
pants open, pulling them down to my knees before giving me a
blowjob. He sucked on my cock and licked my nuts and I
watched his head bobbing up and down on my cock. It didn't
take only a couple of minutes and I was shooting my load
into his mouth. He came up and kissed me before rolling onto
his back and lay down next to me. We were looking up through
the trees watching the sun begin setting for several minutes
before straightening ourselves up and headed back to the
house. As we headed back I took Peter down another trail
that goes by a water pool that I loved to skinny dip in.
When I told him that his eyes lit up, he told me he would
love to join me.

As we headed up out of where this water pool was I stayed
behind Peter watching his ass working to carry him up the
hillside. I didn't realize I was staring so intently at his
ass, nor did I notice him looking back and seeing this. When
we reached the top he waited a moment for me to come up to
his side and he chuckled, eliciting a comment about how that
was going to get me in trouble some day. I asked him what he
meant by that? He said staring at guys asses is definitely
something jocks got upset about. I smiled and told him I
thought he had a sexy ass and as long as he was in my forest
I'll stare at it all I want! He smiled and blushed and we
walked towards the house.

When we got to the house my mom told us to get cleaned up as
dinner was almost ready. We went upstairs, changed our
clothes and washed up. Peter said he was so glad he had come
over and hopefully we could do it again. My brother called
out that dinner was ready and down we headed. Sunday night
was informal dinner for us, we got to eat in the TV room if
we wanted. My brother said there was a good movie on so the
channel was already claimed. Just as I was about to complain
my dad said he didn't want to hear it, "your brother doesn't
make too many demands on you so watch what he wants". Being
the baby of the family most times has its advantages, you
get your way most times! The movie was some Disney comedy
and was okay.

Once we finished eating I told my parents we were going to
do some math work. I had already found that Peter had a
difficult time understanding some math problems and really
hated doing multiplication and division tables. We worked on
some worksheets my sister gave me she thought would help in
my tutoring. She got them from a friend who worked at a
local prep school she attended. They really did help Peter
and I could sense he was making progress in moving ahead. We
worked for about 2 hours when my mother knocked on my door
and suggested we get to bed early so we could get up for
school.

We were stripped to our briefs and Peter was in laying in
his bed when he looked at me and said I could sleep with
him. I got in next to him facing him and smiled. He pulled
up close to me placing his right arm around me and pulling
our faces together. As he kissed me saying goodnight I felt
his legs intertwine with mine and we both fell into a
rhythmic breathing before falling asleep. I sleep somewhat
light and don't twist or turn in the night. My mother would
always remark that to make my bed took nothing more than to
pull the covers back up the bed and tuck them under the
pillows. Well at one point during the night Peter had pulled
us tighter together and even rolled onto his back taking me
with him. Unfortunately this woke me, although I kept quiet
and I had to extricate myself from Peter and lay back down
on my side of the bed facing away from him to fall asleep.
By the time we woke up in the morning Peter had "spooned" me
into a bear hug by wrapping his right arm around me and
pulling up close behind me.

I awoke first and could feel his hardon pressing into my
ass. It felt nice and so did being wrapped up in his arms
almost like being in a cocoon. I twisted around facing him
and looked at his face. My hardon was "jousting" with his
now when I saw his eyes open. I smiled and leaned in to kiss
the end of his nose. His big smile appeared and he said he
wished we could stay like this all day. I shook my head and
said we had to get up. I could hear the shower running and
told him we had about 15 minutes before my brother would be
done in the bathroom. A little impish sneer came across his
lips and he said, "let's beat off quick!"


We both lay on our backs and pushed our briefs down to
release our cocks. Then we reached for each other's cock and
began stroking. The smell from our crotches was intense.
Peter said something about us stinking to high heaven and I
mentioned that we hadn't taken a shower all weekend. He
turned his face towards me and said, "We smell like a locker
room after a big game, and it turns me on! I love the smell
of the other guys in the locker room. I even stole another
guy's underwear in the locker room and replaced it with mine
so I could see if he smelled like me!" I asked him if he
did. He said yes but somewhat different. Just talking about
other guy's underwear was turning me on even more and I
began shooting my load, he followed soon after.

My brother was done and we headed into the bathroom. I had
to piss badly and pulled my briefs off and stepped up to the
toilet. As I started to piss Peter came on my left side and
started to piss as well. There is something sexy about guys
taking a piss and we were both watching each other with some
level of interest. We really did smell gamey and I leaned in
to take a sniff of Peter's right armpit. It was strong with
sweat and was causing my cock to harden slightly. He
scratched at his ass and brought his hand to his nose and
took a sniff remarking about not being presentable in
public. I laughed at his comment and stepped into the
shower. After a minute or so I poked my head out and asked
if he was joining me.

He stepped into the shower and asked if we should worry
about someone coming in and seeing us. I told him no, only
my brother and I used this bathroom and he was done. He's
probably already heading to school I said, he usually likes
to get there early to check on the workout room schedule. I
was standing under the shower head and Peter was turned away
to my rear. I soaped up my hands and began lathering up his
back. I got down on my knees behind him to wash down his ass
and legs. I could smell his musky ass and pushed my nose
into his ass cleft taking a good sniff. My mind went into a
cloud. His ass smelled incredible, a mix of sweat, musk and
mustiness. I reached up and pulled his cheeks apart only to
get a blast of heat and male musk. I dove into his ass and
zeroed in on his asshole, flicking my tongue through the
hair in his ass crack and savoring the taste of his ass!

I felt him pushing his butt back into my face and heard him
groan. After a couple of minutes of this I felt his hand
grasp my hand and pull it from his ass. He said we needed to
finish up and get moving. "I'm sure your mother will wonder
just how long a shower takes." I chuckled and grabbed the
soap lathering him up and stepping out as he rinsed down. As
we were brushing our teeth I got to thinking about what he
said about smelling other guy's underwear. I spit and rinsed
and asked him if I could keep his briefs, something to
remember him by later tonight when I jacked off. He replied
only if he could have mine and the deal was set.

Mom had breakfast ready and said she would drive us to
school instead of us walking as she had to run in town for
an appointment. We threw Peter's duffle bag in the back and
headed to school. We made sure we sat together for lunch and
in my free period I went to the library to get some more
material to help with my tutoring. In the library I ran into
Robert. He suggested we go to the back of the library where
we could talk and not bother anyone. I told the librarian I
would be doing some tutoring and she said fine. There
weren't too many people in the library at this time so we
shouldn't cause anyone problems.

As I mentioned, Robert had a bad reputation and he
intimidated me to some extent. He had a reputation for
fighting; he smoked and swore like a sailor, as they say. In
the time I had been tutoring him I realized he wasn't dumb
and if anything he just didn't apply himself to doing the
work. As I sat down next to him I noticed his maleness; it
was his smell, his attitude, the way he carried himself. I
was going over some problems that were likely to be on his
next test when he looked at some girl across the room and
remarked about her tits. I just sort of nodded and muttered
a yeah or something. He said he knew what would be on the
test and he would score fine on it so I could stop what I
was doing. Why don't I come outside with him while he had a
smoke? I didn't want to upset him so I followed him out of
the library and out to the rear of the school.

As he smoked his cigarette he asked me if I liked girls. I
told him sure I liked girls, why? He said he thought maybe I
was a fag or something. I was getting a bit scared when he
said that was fine just be careful who you get around. I
found that comment strange and looked at him with a bit of
bewilderment. He offered me a cigarette and I said no thank
you. He pushed again and I took him up on the offer. The
first inhale set me to coughing while he laughed. On my
second drag it went much better. He asked if I liked it and
I said it was okay but not for me.

He lit up a second cigarette and began telling me about his
rotten family life. It was a big reason the family was such
a mess as he said. As he was talking he began scratching at
his crotch and I noticed he had a hardon pushing down his
left leg. Again he brought up girls and getting them to give
it up. Most of the girls in this school were locked up
virgins according to him. In places like this it was good to
find yourself a buddy who could help you out. Then he looked
me in the eyes and asked if I was the kind that could be a
good buddy? Me thinking he meant a friend said I could be a
good buddy.

He stepped back into a corner which was dark and said good,
I've been needing some help and figured you'd be good for a
smoke. As I stepped back towards him he had his pants
unzipped and his cock hanging out. For 12-13 years old he
had a big cock from what I had seen so far in my life. I
couldn't help but stare at it and he sure did notice that.
He replied, "I knew you were a fag, but like I said that's
okay with me just don't expect anything in return from me.
Now why don't you help Rob out and give me a blowjob. I need
to blow a load."

I don't know why I didn't run away, but I didn't. I got down
on knees in front of him and grasped his cock with my left
hand. It must have been 7 or 8 inches long and thin, I could
have fit both of my hands on his cock! His crotch had that
wonderful musky man smell to it but with a bit of twist.
Along with the sweat and musk I could faintly smell piss. I
began by licking his cock head getting a taste of his cock
and finding it much like other cocks I had sucked slipped it
into my mouth and began sucking on it while swirling my
tongue around the head. As it began to harden it didn't
really get any bigger, just firmer and soon it was pointing
to the ceiling. When I let it slip from my mouth I licked at
it like a lollipop sucking out the pre-cum that bubbled up
out of his cock slit. This tasted sweet and salty and was
turning me on even more. My cock was hard in my pants and I
rubbed it through my pants.

He saw this and said, "Go ahead take it out and beat it." I
went back to sucking on his cock pushing as much into my
mouth as possible without gagging. He really liked that
telling me to, "Choke on that big cock! That's it suck on
that cock. Make me feel good, I want to shoot a load in your
mouth. Get my balls out and lick `em. I like having my balls
licked!"

I reached into his pants and pulled out his balls noticing
the intense smell of his crotch. His balls were the size of
walnuts and his ball sack was scattered with a few reddish
hairs. I ran my tongue over them while holding them in my
right hand and tasted his sweat which was tainted with a
somewhat sweet taste I couldn't identify at first. As I wet
down that sack the odor of piss got stronger and I realized
I was tasting dried piss from his ball sack. It wasn't
unpleasant per se, just different. I stuffed both his balls
into my mouth and sucked on them bringing a moan from him.
When I pulled off of them I felt him grab my head in both
his hands and pull me up to his cock. He said, "we gotta get
going soon, suck on my cock!"

As I began working his cock over with my mouth and tongue he
got real impatient I guess. Next thing I know he grabbed
hold of my ears and shoved my head down on his cock! I felt
it push into my throat and it was so quick I couldn't stop
him and gagged. I just choked on it bringing a "spluttering"
from my mouth and tears to my eyes. He pulled me back up off
his cock a moment and then pulled me back down on it. This
second push went much easier and I took back a bit of
control. I grasped his cock with my right hand at its base
which prevented him from shoving it down my throat again.
Then I began jacking on it while sucking on the end. Soon he
was rasping he was cumming and I felt him shooting his load
into my mouth.

I don't know how much he shot but it was enough to flood my
mouth and run out around the corners of my mouth. He sighed
when he stopped shooting and fell back against the wall.
Strangely he got worried. He apologized and asked if he had
hurt me. I replied no, I would be fine but I didn't
appreciate his shoving his cock down my throat! He
apologized again and said he was really sorry. He got
carried away because I was the best cocksucker he had
experienced. He pulled a handkerchief from his back pocket
and wiped my face tenderly while repeating again how sorry
he was. I was confused at this point but straightened myself
up while he did the same and we went back in the school. As
we walked to our next classes he asked if I was mad, he
didn't want me to be mad. He said he was sorry again and
told me he would see me after school.

My next class was math and since I was a tutor I didn't have
to take the surprise exam that day and the teacher gave me a
pass to the gym. There were only a few people in the gym and
they were all older guys so I just took a seat on the
bleachers and watched some of them play one-on-one
basketball. I knew some of the guys in passing or from
church, but they were all 4 or 5 or more years older than
me. I really began checking them out as I sat there. I
realized no one questioned my staring at them in this
situation. I began noticing what their crotch looked like,
what their ass was like, their chest, arms and legs. I
really liked it when enough guys showed up that they played
a mock basketball game of "skins" vs. "shirts". Some guys
had hairy chests, some smooth, some had sexy little trails
of hair running down their stomachs and when I saw some from
the rear some had tufts of hair on their lower back above
their waistline.

Some of the guys I didn't know I became acquainted with by
hearing their names called out. I paid attention to the
banter that went on. Calling each other "fags" or
"queerbait" or some other name all in a playful manner. I
also noticed a lot of crotch grabbing, ass grabbing and cock
adjusting, even several guys scratching or digging at their
asses. I began to notice that when most of these guys
reached in their shorts to adjust their cock and balls or
when then scratched at their asses they immediately brought
their hand or finger to their nose and smelled it! I wasn't
sure what that was all about but I decided then and there
that I had to do this more often! How to do this and fit in
would be the problem. I noticed that the only real arguments
were over rules violations they couldn't agree on. As the
game wrapped up I approached one of the guys I knew from
church and mentioned this. He said it always happens when we
don't have someone to ref the game.

That was my ticket in. I would learn about the rules and
what the penalties were and offer my service when I could. I
talked to my father and he gave me a couple of rules books
and within a couple of weeks I probably knew more than most
of the refs officiating the local college games! I
approached the gym teacher and told him what I had to offer
and he thought it was a great idea. Some of the arguments
really got heated at times and he had to come out and break
things up. He told me to stop back in a couple of days while
he drew up some simple conduct rules and explained what was
going on. Also bring him a schedule of when I would be
available.

The rest of the day went fine and when I went to find Peter
to see how he did on the exam I found him smiling and happy.
He got an 89 on it and was very pleased, so was the teacher.
If he kept up the progress he would be caught up with those
his age by the end of the year! I gave him a big hug and
told him I was proud of him. When I broke the embrace I saw
tears in his eyes. I asked him what was wrong and he said
nothing was, they were tears of happiness. It was time to
head home and said he would see me the next day and headed
out to the buses. As I was finishing up at my locker Rob
stopped and again asked me if I was alright again. I told
him I was fine he didn't have to worry I wouldn't tell
anyone. He looked at me and said he would ask for a new
tutor if I didn't want to continue anymore and he would
understand. I told him that was okay I would still tutor
him, but also asked him why he did this if he could do the
work?

He asked if I remembered what he said about his family. I
said yes and he replied it was a way to eliminate a couple
of hours more of not being home around them. I sort of felt
sorry for him but realized there was nothing I could do. I
told him I was heading home and he said he didn't want to go
home. I asked him to come to my house, we could do some math
work and my dad could drive him home later. He said thanks
and we started walking to my house. On the way he talked
even more about his family and how much he hated his life.
His father was a heavy drinker and beat his mother and even
the kids until they got old enough to fight back. He didn't
understand why his mother stayed with his father and he
wondered why his grandparents didn't do anything about it
either. He began telling me that was why they were such
tough kids. They had to fend for themselves a lot and there
were many days he never went home, he'd sleep wherever he
could to avoid going home.

When we got to my house I made us a couple of sandwiches and
we went out to the barn to shoot some baskets. After about
15 minutes my mom drove in. I went out to tell her about Rob
and she said that was fine dad would take him home later.
Our conversation started up again and he started talking
about sex. He talked about having sex with girls and letting
guys suck his cock. I asked why he did what he did to me
today and he said he didn't really know. He supposed it was
because I seemed to really enjoy sucking his cock while a
lot of the guys who sucked his cock didn't seem to really
like doing it. It was more because of how big his cock was.
Guys were always asking to touch it and in the rest room at
the mall a lot of men wanted to touch it and jerk him off
when they saw how big it was when he would go take a piss.

He said having a big cock was more of a curse than not. Most
girls would get one look at it and tell him there was no way
he was sticking that in them! Girls also couldn't suck it
well; their mouths were too small to get much in. That's why
he lets guys suck it. They'll really work on it and try to
do a good job. A lot of the older guys tried to take him
down their throats and it felt real good. Some guy wanted
him to fuck his ass with it once but he said he thought that
was dirty. He didn't want to clean shit off his cock!

He then asked me how I knew I liked to suck cock. I told him
an abbreviated story about Juan and he said something about
how people are just born what they are. That's why it is
okay with him that there are guys who are homos. That's just
what they are. He then looked at me and said that if anyone
bothered me or hassled me to tell him and he would set them
straight. I asked him what he meant and he told that was why
he beat up some of the people he beat up. While we were
shooting baskets Kyle came over from across the street. He
knew Rob and they nodded their hellos.

Kyle then asked me if I had shown Rob our secret stash of
magazines. Rob perked up and asked what magazines. I said we
had some girlie magazines hidden and he reacted with a shrug
and a "big deal" he'd seen Playboy and Penthouse before.
Kyle said "wait a minute; he has more that just Playboy or
Penthouse. He's got fuck magazines!" Rob's eyes lit up and
he said he wanted to see them. Kyle went and got some of
them and when Rob saw the first one I could see his cock
harden in his pants. He asked where I had gotten these and I
told him how Kyle had a cousin they got some from and how
someone else stole some from his brother's collection. Kyle
was really into looking at the magazines and had his cock
out jacking on it when Rob pulled his cock out and was
jerking on his when he looked at me and shook his cock in an
attempt to get me to come over and suck it.

I moved over to Rob and before I did anything I asked him if
he was going to behave and he replied yes. What about Kyle?
I said I wasn't sure what he would do but that we got along
well. I hadn't been licking and sucking on Rob's cock for
even a minute when Kyle came over and began licking and
sucking on Rob's cock as well. After a few minutes he sat
back up and said he had always wanted to do that since he
saw Rob in the showers after gym class last year. Rob just
looked at him with some surprise and Kyle went back to
sucking on Rob's cock.


I moved over to Kyle and got between his legs to get at his
cock. I began sucking on his hard cock and was quickly
rewarded with his load of cum. He let go of Rob's cock and
sheepishly asked if I would lick his ass. Rob looked towards
me with raised eyebrows and I could tell he was wondering if
I really was going to lick Kyle's ass. I didn't say anything
I just got on my knees behind Kyle who was now on his hands
and knees and back sucking on Rob's cock. I massaged his ass
cheeks rubbing them with my hands and pulling his ass open
getting a nice smell of sweat and musk. His ass was perfect
with a covering of soft short blond hair on it. At the base
of his back he had thicker growth of pale sun-bleached hair
growing above his waist then narrowing trailing down into
the crack of his ass. When I spread his cheeks open wide I
noticed the thickening hair growing around his ass hole was
darker and surrounding a cherry red ass hole.

I couldn't resist, I dove into his ass and kissed that sweet
hole lightly sticking my tongue out to taste his ass. It was
salty sweet and quite damp from his sweat. Kyle always
seemed to have sweat marks in the armpits of his shirts and
along back down into his pants when he was worked up and
sweating. I worked my way up and down his crack and savored
the smell as well as the taste of his ass. I reached down
and lightly palmed his balls which were hanging down loose
between his legs. I leaned back to take another look at his
beautiful ass and saw Rob looking at me with a big grin on
his face. He whispered towards me that he was next to get
his ass licked. I didn't reply I just returned to Kyle's ass
and licking at his hole feeling it relax and open, almost
like a flower.


I moved back in after fingering his hole softly using my
thumbs to pull it open and stuck my tongue as far up into
his hole as possible. He pushed back against my face and let
out a cry of pleasure that surprised both Rob and me! He was
panting for breath and asked me to do it again. "That felt
incredible! Stick your tongue up my ass again!" He was
almost demanding the attention which I was more than willing
to give. I moved my hand off of his balls and began stroking
his cock as I continued to chew on his ass and tongue fuck
him. I said he was cumming and as I shoved my tongue back
into his ass hole deeply I felt his hole spasm on my tongue,
squeezing shut and opening up as he again shot one of his 8
or 9 shot loads. I fell back and was ready for a rest when
Rob announced it was his turn!


He said he had heard of guys who licked guys asses but had
never had it done. He was gonna find out what was so special
about it. He stood up and pulled his pants off before
straddling my head and squatting his ass down over my face.
Oh what a sight; that long cock sticking straight out, his
balls hanging down and his furry ass slowly splitting open
as he squatted down on my face! It was such a turn-on I
began beating my meat as I moved to nip at the root of his
cock between his balls and ass. When I reached his ass hole
it was embedded in his crack which was filled with red curly
hair. His ass smelled rich of musk and mustiness with a bit
of sweat. The taste was sweet and I began licking up to the
top of his crack a few times before zeroing back in on his
ass hole. When I kissed at his hole and pushed with my
tongue I tasted a slight bitterness and after my encounter
with his piss earlier in the day realized I was tasting a
small bit of shit. That turned me off and I pushed his ass
away from my face!

He knelt on one knee and looked down at me asking what the
fuck was wrong. When I said he needed to clean his ass up
better after taking a shit he looked at me like what did I
expect when I licked a shit hole. Kyle laughed some and
called him a pig; didn't his mommy teach him how to wipe his
ass? Rob looked like he wanted to deck Kyle but thought
better of it and pulled his pants up and sat back down with
a dejected look on his face. I straightened myself up as did
Kyle who said he was going home and would see us in school
tomorrow. Once Kyle left Rob apologized and said he was
sorry. I asked for what, and he replied about his ass being
dirty. He said he was gonna walk home, which was at least 5
miles if not more and I said no he could wait until my dad
got home.

As we sat waiting he looked over at me and said he thought I
was a real cool guy, even if I was a homo. I said I thought
he was nicer than I first thought but he would probably have
more friends if he was nicer to people. My mind still didn't
get the rough exterior attitude and the overly apologetic
attitude when he did something wrong. I heard my dad pull in
the driveway and we went to get dad to drive him home. When
we got to his house he asked us to just let him out on the
road which dad did. He said he'd see me tomorrow in school.
On the way home dad asked how we had met he wasn't like my
other friends. I said it was through the tutor program and
my dad just replied with a "that makes sense." I explained a
bit about his father and the family life and my dad replied
that was too bad. Hopefully he could get out from it soon
and it didn't ruin his life.


Junior High was certainly fun!
Next Barry returns at Thanksgiving...