Summer of Discovery

Summer vacation in my younger years was a magical time in my life, filled with exciting, erotic discoveries. The thrills of the time actually started during the last week of school when I made a new friend. I’d always admired and envied him. His name was Bobby, and he was so cute; but we had nothing in common. He was the star of all the boy sports that I hated. I preferred to play on the swings and monkey bars; and when I was lucky, jump rope and hop-scotch with the girls. So I was confused and concerned when I noticed Bobby shadowing me during recess. I wondered if he wanted to beat me up; or what. But when the bell rang, ending our fifteen minutes of freedom, he walked me into the building and invited me to play at his house after school. Of course, I jumped at the opportunity.

Bobby’s house was on my way home, and as he led the way, I joyfully skipped along. As we entered his house, he led me down to the finished basement and asked if I wanted to look at pictures of naked people he had. I didn’t answer, knowing it was something I was not supposed to do, but he reached under the cushion of the couch and pulled out a magazine he’d taken from his father’s hidden stash. I’d never seen anything like it. He leafed through it, looking specifically for big cocks and pointing them out to me.

“Would you like to play with one like that?” he asked as he rubbed his obvious little boner through his jeans. “This is making me so excited,” he told me as he passed the magazine to me while he got to his knees and pushed his pants along with his underpants down to his knees. “Take yours down too,” he told me as he stroked his little dick just inches from my face.

I so wanted to continue this game, but I’d never done anything so naughty and was conflicted. Should I do what I wanted; or just get out of there, like I knew I should? I jumped to my feet, telling Bobby, “I have to go. I forgot I’m supposed to go right home today after school.”

As I ran home, all I could think about was Bobby’s smooth, hard, little circumcised cock and soft, puckered ball sack flopping below as he stroked right in front of me. He was so close to my face I could actually smell him. I rushed to my room as soon as I got home so I could do to my cock what Bobby was doing to his. I stroked my uncut little dick until the familiar tingle, that I later learned was a dry orgasm, overtook my body. It was always so intense. I had to stop all contact with my penis or lose my mind.

I spent most of that night playing with my dick while thinking about Bobby. I got to school early the next day in hopes of talking to him before classes started. I stood by the doorway waiting for him, and as he approached, my little cock bulged in my pants.

“Hi, Bobby,” I greeted him, “I just wanted to tell you I’m sorry I had to leave like that yesterday. I don’t have to be home early today if you want to play again. I liked playing with you. If you want to play like that again, it will be fun.”

“Yeah, you can come over again. Let’s talk at recess,” he replied.

That recess turned into one of the best fifteen minutes of my life. Bobby told me to follow him as he ran towards the forbidden woods behind the school. We checked to see that none of the teachers or monitors was watching, then ducked into the seclusion of the woods.

“This time, Jeff, you get naked first, so I know you mean it,” Bobby insisted.

I looked around to assure we were well hidden, then pushed my jeans and undies down to my ankles.

“Nice,” Bobby commended as he reached for my three-inch hooded dick. He pushed back the foreskin, revealing my sensitive, pink glans. “I like pee pees with that extra skin,” he told me, “My cousin has one like that.”

He stroked my dick a few times before revealing his own, then told me, “On your knees. Suck on me.”

That was an exciting invitation, and I really wanted to; but what would he think of me if I did that; I wondered. “No,” I objected, “That’s gross. You pee with that thing. Why would I put that in my mouth?”

“I’ll show you,” he said, “It’s fun. I’ll go first.” He dropped to his knees and took my whole cock into his mouth. He held my balls in one hand and put the other on my ass to pull me to his face as he sucked.

“Oh, fuck, that’s so good!” I told him as I held his head and pumped my hips. I’d never imagined doing that and couldn’t believe how incredibly good it felt.

“Told you,” he said as he stood up just as I was really getting into it. “Your turn now.”

I eagerly dropped to my knees and reciprocated. His boner was so rigid and soft at the same time. It pulsed in my mouth as I sucked. I loved the feel and taste. I opened wide and pushed his balls into my mouth along with his cock. My nose pushed against his smooth, hairless pubis as he held my head and humped my face. I tried to pull off after a short time, as he had done to me, but he just grabbed my head in both hands and thrust in deep, “Keep sucking. Don’t quit, you little cocksucker!” he demanded.

The bell rang. “Oh shit!” Bobby exclaimed, “Pull your pants up. Let’s go.”

After school that day, we again explored his porn magazine while we played completely naked.

“Want to try something else?” Bobby asked as I voluntarily sucked on his cock.

“Anything,” I replied, eager to learn even more with my new friend.

“Get on your knees, right here on the couch,” he told me.

I followed his direction, anxious to see what else he could teach me. Bobby knee waked up behind me and pushed my head down to the couch, telling me to keep it down and my ass up. He then spit on my ass hole, licked his finger to moisten it, and pushed it right into my butt.

“Oh, Bobby,” I moaned, “that’s so, oh, uh, oh. I never felt anything like this. Oooooh!”

“I’m just getting you ready, Jeff,” Bobby told me, “You’re going to feel really good now. I’m going to fuck you.”

I wasn’t sure what he meant, but thought he might try to put his cock into me. He pulled out his finger and, after spitting into his hand and rubbing it onto his little dick, he put it right onto my butt hole. He grabbed my hips and pushed. While his cock was no bigger than his finger, the thrill of having him push it into me was absolutely awesome. I groaned and moaned as he held my hips and slam fucked my ass. “Slap, slap, slap,” the noise came each time his belly smacked my ass.

As we fucked for the first time, there was a noise at the back door, then a voice, “Bobby, I’m home.” It was his mother!

“Hi, Mom,” Bobby responded, “I’m in the basement with a friend.”

He pulled out of me and rushed for his clothes, telling me to get dressed, quickly. We went upstairs where his mom served us cookies and milk, after which I excused myself and ran home. I was in a hurry to get into the bathtub to finger my ass, as I’d done before, but this time I envisioned my friend’s penis inside me while I jerked.

The next day, at school, I asked Bobby how he knew so much about sex; who taught him all that stuff. He said it didn’t matter, but that now he was in charge and he was going to use me any way he wanted, which was fine with me. We had two more exciting basement meetings where we sucked each other and after he made me lick his ass hole, he fucked me. Then, as soon as school ended, he moved away and I was desperate to find another intimate playmate.

To my pleasant surprise, I found all my little friends were easily seduced. All it took was some privacy, a little touching and suggestive conversation; and in no time, we’d be sucking each other’s little dicks. My circle of cocksuckers grew rapidly. We formed a club, “The Fucker’s Club”, sworn to secrecy. Our only mission was to meet wherever we could, get naked and suck dicks. Mostly, it happened in the woods nearby. Once, when the farm wheat had grown tall, we trampled it down to make a soft bed where we’d have circle jerks. I heard my parents talking about it once; how the deer apparently were bedding down in farmer Joe’s field, and had to chuckle.

Adding to the thrill of sex with my boyfriends, I also got to see firsthand what real fucking looked like that summer. My parents had a rustic cabin on the lake where we’d spend weekends. I had a small bedroom next to theirs, separated only by used sheets of Masonite with lots of nail holes. As I lie on my bed one night, I heard my parents talking. Mom expressed concern that I might hear them, and asked, “Jeffie, are you awake?”

That was my que to remove my underpants and get to my knees so I could look through one of the larger nail holes. Mom always wanted the lights off, but thankfully, Dad objected. He said he wanted to watch. That was the first time I’d seen a fully-grown man’s erect penis. It was huge. I stroked my little cock as fast as I could while watching Mom suck that big thing. I couldn’t clearly see what was happening when he pushed it into her, but I knew from the pictures I’d seen at Bobby’s house what was happening. I was so excited watching and stroking. In no time, that tingly feeling would overtake me and force me to lay back onto the bed, stifling my moans as I brought myself to repeated climaxes.

Life was good and I was so happy; then my older brother moved back into the house. He’d been living with relatives (long story) for a couple of years. I’d never gotten along with him and still didn’t like him. He was a bully and always had to be in charge and controlling. He’d squeal on me for anything, just to see how much trouble he could cause me. Now, once again, we had to share a bedroom, me in the top bunk and he in the bottom.

His first night there confirmed he hadn’t changed a bit. As I stroked myself, a nightly necessity, he told me to stop shaking the bed. I couldn’t quit, but did manage to just slow stroke so as not to wiggle the bed, but when the moment of orgasm was upon me, I had to speed it up. In response, he yelled out, “Mom, Jeff is shaking the bed!” What an ass hole. And he did it every time he felt me jerking off.

He came home from a date late one night after I’d already gone to bed. I feigned sleep and peeked at him, hoping to see what his dick looked like; and it paid off. He stripped off his clothes and stroked his cock right there in front of me. Then he turned off the light and went to bed to finish. I thought about Yelling, “Mom, Danny is shaking the bed!”, but I was enjoying it too much. The thought of my brother stroking his big dick just below me was exciting, causing me to slow stroke again. If nothing else, he taught me how to self-edge. It was really hard to just slow-stroke through an orgasm, but it was also extremely exciting.

The next weekend, he joined us for the family outing to the cottage. It totally ruined my voyeur activities as we had to share the twin bed. As we lay there spooning, a necessity in the little bed, I could feel his big erection pressing the cotton fabric of my undies into the crack of my ass. I liked it and didn’t move. He asked if I was sleeping, to which I did not respond. I knew when someone asked that, they were about to do something they didn’t want me to know. His arm wrapped around my torso. He gently rubbed my smooth, hairless chest, paying special attention to my nips. Then he explored lower.

He felt my tenting underpants, then found the little hollow between my tummy and hip where his hand could easily slip under the elastic waistband. His hand was in my pants! It was so exciting. As he cupped my cock and balls, and slow stroked my little boner, I so much wanted to turn over and grab his big, full-grown cock, but I was afraid he’d turn on me and scream out that I was touching his penis. I just lie there, letting him repeatedly retract my foreskin and fondle me. I didn’t know how much longer I could fight the natural urge to thrust my hips, but it didn’t matter. He eased his hand out and the bed shaking started. He was stroking himself right behind me! I’d never seen a cock spurt, but knew he was going to do it. Oh, how I wanted to watch. He stroked faster and faster and then it happened. I felt something splat repeatedly onto my back. He was cuming on me!

Somehow, I managed to lay still and let him do it. Moments after the last squirt, he used his hand to slowly massage his load into me, covering my entire back with smooth, slippery juice that thickened and became sticky as he rubbed it. I wondered if he really thought I could sleep through all of this, but maintained the pretense. He pulled the sheet over us, snuggled against my cum-slicked back with his bare chest and went to sleep. I, on the other hand, began a long, sleepless night, fighting the urge to stroke myself.

The following week brought more fun with my little friends, all of whom were intently interested in details of how my brother cummed all over me while I was ‘sleeping’. “I wish he would do that to me,” one of them confessed; followed by another with, “Me too.”

I went through the normal bullshit with my brother every night that week; then came the weekend. My parents were going to the cottage again, but they wanted to go alone, leaving me in my brother’s charge. I just knew that would be a disaster, but whine as I did, there was no changing my parents mind.

They left on Friday when Dad got home from work, and as expected, my brother almost immediately started barking orders. He made me prepare dinner for us and then do the dishes. He told me as soon as I was done with that, he wanted to see me in the bedroom.

When I walked into the room, he was totally naked, stroking his big cock as he lay on the bed. I just stood there; eyes big as saucers.

“I know about your club,” he told me, “and if you don’t suck my cock, I’m going to tell Mom what you’ve been doing.”

Oh, fuck, I thought, why did he think he needed to bribe me? I eagerly grabbed his cock and prepared to put it in my mouth. I was thrilled. His cock was so big, and he had huge, plump balls; all of it framed by dark, curly hair. His cock was every bit as big and my Dad’s. I pulled back his foreskin to fully expose his bulbous, shiny head before taking it in my mouth. It flexed and pulsed as I started sucking.

“Get naked first!” he demanded.

My shirt came flying off before my feet touched the floor and my pants and underpants were quick to follow. When I dove back onto his dick with open mouth, he reached down to fondle my little penis and balls. He soon abandoned that so he could grab my head with both hands, “I’ cuming!” he moaned as he fucked my face.

I tried to pull off. I wanted to see what a spurting cock looked like, but he held me in place and pushed his exploding dick in deep, gagging me. He didn’t care about my discomfort, and just kept pumping his load into my throat. It was hard to breath, and when I exhaled through my nose, a big wad of sticky, slippery cum gushed from it. He finally let go of me, but I voluntarily sucked his dick until it was completely drained. As his erection waned, I cleaned up the cum that dripped from my nose to his belly and wiped what was left on my face into my mouth.

“Damn, Jeff, you’re really good at that,” Danny commended, “You can get up now, but leave your clothes off. As long as we’re alone in the house; you are not to put clothes on; understand?”

‘Wow,’ I thought, ‘This is really cool.’ It played right into my exhibitionist tendencies. My parents never let me run around in the buff, so this was fun. For the rest of the night, I had a perpetual boner; and I didn’t care how much abuse my brother piled on me as long as he let me suck his dick and he played with mine. I’d beg him, “Can I suck on you again; you don’t have to do anything back if you don’t want.”

He wore me out that night, as I sucked him over and over; so I slept in on Saturday. He woke me at ten, “Get your ass up faggot,” he demanded, “We’re going to the gravel pit. Going to pick up some friends and go skinny dipping.”

‘How lucky could I get,’ I thought, ‘I’m going skinny dipping with my brother and his friends, his friends with big dicks! I was going to see more big cocks!’ I found my swimming suit and was about to pull it on.

“What the fuck are you doing, Jeffery?” my brother asked incredulously, “I didn’t tell you to put that on. We’re going skinny dipping, so just stay naked.”

I found the idea of leaving the house, nude, both exhilarating and embarrassing. “What if someone sees me before we get there?” I asked, pleadingly, “I can race to the car, but still, one of the neighbors might see me. And your friends will see me naked in the car. Please let me put on my suit. I’ll take it off as soon as everyone else gets naked. I really don’t want to go out of the house like this.”

“Your little dicklet says differently,” my brother told me, “Look at it. You’re all boned up thinking about showing yourself in the buff. You’re excited about exposing yourself. Just relax and enjoy it. You are not wearing clothes and you are not taking any along!” he insisted as he pulled on his swimming suit.

He made me go out to his locked car and wait for him in full view of any neighbor who might be looking. “You are riding in the back, back; behind the rear seat so my friends will have a place to sit,” he told me when he finally got out there. I waited out in the open, at the tailgate, while he loaded the towels and drinks. Finally, after everything else was in, he let me enter.

I dove in behind the rear backrest and ducked down, practicing for when he picked up his friends. I thought they might not notice I was even there if I could stay in that position; but when the last of his friends climbed into the back seat, he caught a glimpse of me.

“Hey, Dan, there’s a little naked boy back here!” he exclaimed.

“Yeah,” my brother acknowledged, “I’m babysitting my brother and had to take him along.”

“How come he’s naked?” the boy asked.

“That’s the way he likes to be. He’s a little exhibitionist, faggot, cocksucker; aren’t you, Jeffery?” my brother humiliated me.

I was so embarrassed. I could feel my face flush as I turned bright red. I covered my face with both hands and lay in a fetal position against the back of the seat, trying to hide my nakedness.

“Awwww,” another of the guys said, “Poor kid is embarrassed. It’s okay, Jeff,” he assured me. “No one here cares if you are naked. We’re all going to get naked at the gravel pit. And most boys your age like to play with other boys; right guys?” he asked, soliciting unanimous agreement from the rest. “Some of us still like it; don’t we,” he chided the only black boy in the group. They all laughed, then the kid encouraged me, “Come on up here and join us.”

He reached over the seat and grabbed my arms to help me over the seat. I found myself siting on John’s lap, the black kid, in the middle of the back seat. Unlike the others, he was broad chested and muscular. He was bare chested and wore no shoes. In fact, the only thing he had on was a pair of board shorts. I leaned back against his big, strong body and enjoyed the skin-to-skin contact.

John held me with an arm around my chest while using his other to slowly slide up and down my upper thigh, each time going higher to see if it solicited an objection. “You’re the cute one in the family; aren’t you?” he asked, “How come your brother is so ugly?”

The group laughed as my brother cringed and gave John the evil eye in the mirror. John continued to work his hand up my thigh until he reached my hard cock and little nut sack. I spread my legs a little to give him permission and better access. I looked down to see what he was doing and to avoid any judgmental looks the others might be giving us. As he fondled me in front of everyone, with my full cooperation, he whispered, “That’s a nice little dick, Jeffie. I bet your friends like to suck on it; don’t they.”

I just nodded, confirming what John intuitively knew. With everyone’s attention, John used his thumb and two fingers to stroke my cock. He looked to my brother, “Kid’s got a nice little dick, smooth as silk and really hard; and a nice little ass too,” he added. “Can fuck him when we get there? He does fuck; doesn’t he?”

“I don’t know,” my brother replied, “All I know is he’s a good little cocksucker. He’ll suck to completion and swallow every drop. If you want a blow job, I’m sure he’d be happy to service you; but I don’t know about fucking. How about it, Jeff, you ever had a cock up your ass?”

“No!” I adamantly replied, thinking Bobby’s little dick wouldn’t count anyway. Besides, I could feel John’s bulge pressing through his shorts against my ass. I knew he was every bit as big as my brother; and there’s no way I was going to have my ass ripped open by it.

I’d closed my eyes to avoid the stares of the other boys while I enjoyed John’s menstruations, even though I it wasn’t necessary. My brother and John were both into playing with me, and the remaining three in the car seemed very interested. I felt the car bouncing and bumping along over the pot holes in the dirt road leading into the secluded pond where gravel had been extracted, and I wondered what would happen in the moments ahead when we arrived at the swimming hole.

The car came to a stop, and to my relief, it seemed everyone was bailing out. But the boy holding me on his lap didn’t move. He just hugged me tightly as I tried to move, telling me, “Hold still, Jeff, we’ll join them in a minute. We’re going to play for a while first.” He turned his attention to the others and shouted, “Leave the doors open so we can get some air in here. We’re going to play before we swim.”

I was scared, especially since he asked my brother if he could fuck me. There was no way that could happen. He was way big for that.

He held my chin in his hand and turned my face toward his, then kissed me. I’d never kissed anyone but my Mom, and never like this. “Open your lips a little,” he said; then he kissed me again, slipping his tongue into my mouth. It was so erotic; I tingled all over. I eagerly wrapped my arms around his neck and reciprocated. His big, full lips turned out and covered my entire mouth. I just couldn’t get enough. As we kissed, he played with my throbbing little dick and balls, then he slipped his hand between my legs and pressed a finger to my ass hole. No one had touched me there since Bobby, and I really needed and wanted it. As he played with my ass, I reached down with one hand and slid it right into his pants; and oh fuck, what a discovery! John had a magnificent penis; long, thick and hard with huge balls. I couldn’t wait to feel it in my mouth.

I moved from his lap to close the car door for privacy, but John stopped me. “Leave it open,” he said as he stripped off the only piece of clothing he wore, “I like to be watched.”

“Me too,” I admitted as I tried to wrap a hand around his cock. I could barely touch fingers to thumb. He, like my brother and me, was uncircumcised. I pushed down the foreskin and out popped the perfect, plumb sized, pink head. I inspected it closely and noticed he was oozing a clear, slippery fluid. “Oh, shit, that’s so hot,” I told him, “but what’s that leaking from it?”

“Precum,” he answered, “because you’re making me so excited. My dick is getting ready to penetrate a nice hole and that’s natural lube to help me slide in.”

With that explanation, I held him straight up and put my mouth over the big, juicy head. I pumped his shaft and sucked the way my brother liked me to do it. John liked it, and told me, “That’s enough of that. It’s time to fuck.” As he pushed the tip of his finger into my ass, he said, “I need that tight little butt of yours.”

“Nah uh,” I grunted as I continued to stroke and suck his big cock, “I can’t. You’re too big.”

“Let me just try,” he begged, “If you don’t like it, I’ll quit.”

I just kept sucking and stroking. I wanted his cum in my mouth. “Just feed me,” I told him.

He held my head and humped, fucking my mouth for just a minute or so more, then pushed me off. “I’m about to blow my load,” he said, “You’re a really good cocksucker. But I really, really want to fuck your little tight ass. I’ve got some lube along. I always keep some in my pocket, just in case. I promise if I hurt you, I’ll pull it out. Now, get on your knees.”

I reluctantly complied. As Bobby had taught me, I pushed my ass up and put my head down to the seat as I waited to be opened. Just as Bobby had done to me, John pushed a lubed finger into my ass first, then came a second finger. He scooped up more lube and pushed it into my butt with his fingers. I relaxed and got used to that. It felt nice. Then he withdrew them and greased up his entire cock.

“Here it comes, bitch,” he warned me, “Keep breathing. Don’t hold your breath, and don’t try to get away; you can’t.”

He put the big blunt end of his cock to my ass hole and gently pushed. As expected, it didn’t penetrate. To startle and distract me, he gave me full force slaps on my ass, repeatedly, “Smack, smack, smack, smack,” the sound reverberated in quick succession.

“Oweee, Oweeeee!” I screamed. Before my second protest scream was out, he’d grabbed my hips and pushed the bulbous head through my sphincter. His huge cock head was trapped inside my ass.

“Good boy!” John told me, “I knew that little girl ass of yours could take it. I’m going to give you just a minute to get used to it, then I’m going to push in the rest and fuck you till I pump your ass full of cum. Is that okay?”

“I don’t know; Yeah; Maybe; Oh fuck, you’re ripping me apart. I don’t know if I can do this. Just hold still,” I pleaded.

My pleas fell on deaf ears. John was horny, had his cock in a tight, virgin ass, and wasn’t going to stop until I was thoroughly fucked; and I knew it. He held both my hips firmly, keeping me locked in place for the rutting he was going to give me. Slowly, without stopping, he eased the rest of his well lubed, massive cock into me. When he was balls deep, he announced, “It’s all the way in, Jeff, are you ready?”

“Yeah,” I replied, “It hurts like hell, but I want it. Fuck me. Fuck me hard!” I begged.

That’s all the big stud needed to hear. It wouldn’t matter now what I said, screamed, or pleaded; that huge cock was slam fucking my tight hole and wouldn’t slow down until it was filling my ass with a big load of spunk. The black boy was seriously breeding my little white ass.”

“Here it comes!” he finally screamed as he pushed in as deeply as possible and held himself there while his cock pulsed with each burst of thick, hot cum. I was counting as I felt his cock expand with each spurt; one, two, three…ten, eleven, twelve; and then a few slower, relaxed thrusts and spurts. Damn, I thought, he could really cum. My ass must be loaded.

As he slowly withdrew his semi-hard dick, the rest of the boys stood at the open door behind us cheering and clapping. All were boned up and waiting for their turn.

“Clean it,” John instructed, as he pushed his freshly ass fucked cock to my mouth. As disgusting as that normally would have been to me, I didn’t hesitate. I licked him clean from head to balls while my ass dripped fresh cum onto the car seat.

My brother, of course, noticed that and insisted, “Slut, clean that mess off my seat,” like it would have mattered in that ratty old clunker. I knew I liked cum, and while I’d never heard of a cum slut, that’s in fact what I’d become. I eagerly licked up the fresh load.

I rest of my day was spent between swimming with the guys and sucking their dicks in full view of the others. Only one other wanted my ass, and after he did me, my ass hole was so incredibly sore. I couldn’t have done it again, even if someone else wanted to use me.

After fucking and sucking the boys all summer long, my brother again moved out of the house. The rest of the family moved permanently to the cottage, where I entered a new school and discovered how much fun it could be to play with the girls. But that’s, as they say, another story.

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