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Boys School. From Nothing to Every thing.

This story is fantasy and involves boy/boy sexual fiction. If you feel that this in any way will go against the grain, then leave now and navigate away to a story more to your liking.
My first attempt at Fiction.
Boys School. From Nothing to Everything.
Let’s set the background to this story and give you the background of the main character.
Mitchell was 11 with fire red shoulder length hair, jade green eyes and a lean body that had not one once of fat on it and was slowly starting to fill out in all the right places. He was homed schooled along with his 8 year old brother Scott, by their loving and doting mother who had been a high up professional in a big city firm, (which for the times was still a rare occurrence) but she’d given all that up, when Mitchell came along, and had devoted her life to giving her son, then sons, the best start in life. His father was an officer in the armed forces and was posted to many places all over the world and he had made the decision that his kids would not grow up army brats as he had done, so had put down permanent roots so as not to drag his wife and kids to all corners.
Then it happened, and to Mitchell’s mind, a thing he thought he’d never recover from, his mother died, leaving his brother and himself with the biggest empty hole that even with his fathers presence hurt in so many ways that he couldn’t describe the emotions and feelings that flooded his young head. To this was added a bomb shell by his father, that he was to stay in the service and that he and Scott would have to go to boarding school. As the days drew on fear and trepidation of the upcoming event had became the most prominent thought in both the boys heads. No amount of begging to stay with relatives or even a friend which had made an offer to take care of both of them, would persuade their parent to put off the impending day.
On that dreaded morning both boys felt sick to their stomachs and by then had even began to have ill feelings towards, as they thought, their uncaring and horrible father. They entered the car in total silence looking at each other in their new school uniforms consisting of a grey cap with a Latin motto and badge, white shirt and a tie of the school colours, grey jumper, grey blazer once again with the badge, grey shorts and socks with black brogue type shoes all which had been labelled with their names and billet number even down to the underwear which could only be of the Y type variety and white. Mitchell hated having to wear shorts as he thought that he was grown up enough to wear long trousers but had caved in to his fathers’ “rules are rules,” retort to any protestations he made. The one thing he didn’t look forward to in the clothing department was having to wear a kilt on occasions that required it, at things like church parade and special events that were organised where they were to be ambassadors for the school.
Rolling up the long driveway an imposing building came into view. Mitchell looked over at his brother whose mouth was wide open in disbelief and had started to tear up at the thought of having to come to this place, although seen in photographs, nothing prepared him for the actual size of the buildings and the bleakness of its turrets and clock tower. Directed to a large open space the car was parked. Mitchell was fighting with knot in his belly and the lump in the throat he thought would choke him, telling himself that he wasn’t going to cry so as not to let his father see that he was terrified, angry and upset. Slowly exiting the vehicle he went round to the rear and popped the boot open and began to struggle to get the luggage and the trunks out. His heart now pounding and trying to rip its way out of his chest Mitchell noticed boys of every shape and age going about their business most in the same drab grey uniforms, fussed over by a myriad of parents and guardians. Turning to see what his brother was up to, he saw him in an embrace with father and he was bawling into the shoulder of his sports jacket. Mitchell too wanted to feel this warm embrace but had decided that he was to show that no matter what he would not break down in front of this man he now thought of as an enemy. It was then that an older boy stepped up and introduced himself and telling the adult that he was a senior at the school and would help us to find our places. Introduction over with Mitchell overheard that this was the boy who was to be his billet mentor and that his name was Iain. Lead forward to the ever growing throng of boys once again Mitchell’s heart was pounding and his brother followed the father like a little puppy incessantly talking and holding onto his hand with both of his. Iain pointed down at Scott and shouted to another of the bigger boys saying “ think this is one of yours”. He walked over and pleasantries over with Scott and his father were lead over to a group where after a couple of minutes Mitchell saw his parent stand after hugging his youngest and start to make his way back. Scott let out a yelp of “daddy”, but it was ignored and the older boy held him back when he tried to run after him. Over now and standing in front of him Mitchell thought he could see tears in his father’s eyes but soon dismissed this as it started to make him tear up. His dad now on one knee went in for a hug but was met with a steely face and a handshake so retuned the hand thinking how small his sons’ was and questioned if he was doing the right thing? “Bye dad” was all his eldest could muster and Mitchell stood there and watched as his dad went back to the car. Now the tears fell and the lump in his throat began to tickle making it hard to speak.
“OK then juniors”, Iain said in an authoritative voice, “follow me”. Mitchell went to get his luggage but was told not to do that as it would be delivered to the billet. He tagged along, through large hallways past imposing military portraits and busts to a stairwell that got narrower and the narrower the higher they climbed. Reaching a large door marked as J4/4 it was opened to reveal another corridor. Iain stopped just inside the door and started to read names from a clipboard he carried. Four names at a time were uttered and eventually Mitchell heard his. Iain guided him into the room. He stood there taking in his surroundings while the other boys were looking to see which was to be their berth. The room was quite large and down both sides were two bunks, well not really bunks as they were built into wardrobes and sets of drawers with at either end a study desk with a lamp and more drawers. The other boys all had pulled the curtains back on their bunks and were sitting on one chatting and it was then Mitchell realised that these boys already knew each other.
“Hey ginger what’s your name then”?
“Mitchell” he said lowering his head.
“This is Grant, he’s Austin”, pointing at each in turn, “and I am Fraser”.
Giving them a cursory smile he turned to examine where he was to sleep. With the curtain now back he could see that it was exactly the same as the others, two pillows and covers, two sheets and two blanket with a third in the school colours. There was also a little pull chord which illuminated a light at one end of a plastic covered mattress. Tears started to flow once more and it was then he felt an arm around his shoulder and Grant trying to reassure him that all would be OK. A whistle sounded and Grant lead Mitchell from the room down to the end of the corridor that opened up into a large room with soft furnished seating. All the boys were there and Iain went into a speech telling all, in quick succession what the rules of the billet were. Then directing the boys down a small hallway past his room, which if he found anybody in he’d kill them, to the ablutions. That’s a damn strange word Mitchell thought as it was an extremely large bathroom, but as time went by he’d learn that many things had other names. Down one wall were toilet cubicles with the other wall having shower heads on it but no walls to separate them and in the middle was at least 20 wash basins with mirrors. Back in the large room, or common room, most of the boys were in little groups chatting away and fooling around when Iain said they were to return and unpack. Grant sought out Mitchell and they retuned together. Everything had its place and had to be there and Grant showed the new boy how to do it and explained the reasons. Three bells sounded in quick time and the boys said it was time for the evening meal so headed out the door and down to a large hall where for the first time since being slit up got a first glimpse of his brother. Making straight for him they met in the biggest hug he thought they’d ever had. Within seconds of meeting they were parted by an adult in some kind of uniform who clipped Mitchell on the back of his head as he ordered him back to the right table telling him that it was not an association time. Once more Grant interceded telling him that it was only at certain times they were allowed to mix with those from different years even if he was your brother. Mitchell felt the lump return but managed to hold back the water that was doing its damnedest to burst from his eyes. Prayers were said meals eaten then it was a return to the billet (dorm). By luck Fraser had a radio which helped break the monotony and pretty soon all the boys had bonded and found out background, likes and dislikes and other things about each other. 8pm. A whistle was sounded followed by the shout, “changing time”. Mitchell looked in confusion at the others but it soon became apparent to him what the order was as he looked at the other get out their pj’s and began to change. Getting his from his allotted drawer he was embarrassed to see the other boys remove their underwear and put them into a bag which had their numbers on and the word, whites. Mitchell had at times seen his brother naked and he him but this felt so strange and new. He also undressed and when it got down to his whites, quickly looked round to see the others back in conversation, so he removed them in what he thought was record time and was in his pj’s so fast that the friction burned his leg. Sitting back with the others they chatted about this and that and at 8.30pm another whistle “Hit the showers”, was the order.
“Come on” Grant said as he retrieved his wash bag and headed out followed by the others. Mitchell did the same and when he reached the ablutions was met by a sight he was not prepared for. Boys were happily stripping off hanging the pj’s on the hooks as you entered the door. Just standing there in two minds he was confronted by Iain.
“What’s up with you, not shy are we”? He had menace in his voice.
“No, But”!
“No buts in here youngster, just get yourself under the water”.
Mitchell removed his pj’s, took the soap and shampoo from his wash bag and headed to where there was an empty shower head ending up next to Fraser. He was all lathered up and whistling a tune he’d heard earlier on his radio. A glance to his side and he stopped his tune.
“Everything OK Mitch, you don’t mind if I call you Mitch do you”?
“No it’s OK as that’s what my cousins and that call me”.
“Good as Mitchell is so formal and Mitch sounds a lot better”, as he continued to wash.
“Yes I prefer it too”.
“Great”.
Mitch started to wash but couldn’t help scanning the others as he applied the soap. All there were of similar age. Some were taller some fatter and he noted that most of their penises were the same size as his but one or two were a bit larger and one boy was just abnormally big for his age. Taking a closer look he saw that one of the boys’ penis stood out, literally’ pointing up to the roof. He knew this happened as his too sometimes would go hard and point up but as yet he didn’t really know why. Finishing showering he took a towel from the pile and dried off and went to the wash bag getting his toothbrush and paste returning to the wash basin and brushed them in the way he’d been taught by his mother. Tears welled up as he remembered the first time he could brush his teeth on his own under her supervision and the broad smile on her face as she praised him for being her grown up little man. Now in a world of his own, he was brought too by a slap on the back of his head that really hurt.
“You going to be one of the slow idiot type”? Growled Iain.
“no”.
“Then what the hell are you standing here for”?
“Brushing my teeth”.
“Then why has every body finished and your here on your own”?
“I don’t know” then realised that he had been so caught up in his own world more time had passed than he’d accounted for.
“Get done the and get back to your billet” Iain spat.
Mitch washed off his toothbrush and went to his solitary pj’s hanging on the hook. While dressing he noticed Iain standing there watching closely and he could see a large bump in the front of his trousers, dismissing this as a thing that must happen to all boys.
Returned now to his room Fraser piped up.
“Where have you been”?
“I lost myself for a moment”! This was a phrase his dad had used when he’d to ask him something two or three times before getting an answer.
“Lost yourself, how did you do that”? Then they all broke into laughter and fell about. Mitch just stood there and then joined in with laughing trio.
“You guys want to see what I have”? Asked Austin, leaning under the bunk and pulling a small book from his luggage. Proudly presenting the front cover which showed a naked woman. He quickly put it back and crowed that he had taken it from his older brother who had so many he’d not miss one and we could all see it later that night. Having no idea of the fascination the others seemed to have, Mitch just smiled an acknowledgement. 9.30pm there came another whistle, “Lights out”. Then darkness. Austin clicked on his bunk light followed by Grant.
“Come on then let us see that book then”? Grant whispered.
“Give it ten minutes or so, till Hitler does his checks”.
“Who’s Hitler”? A whisper from Mitch.
“Iain of coarse, he’s a bad one and can be a really nasty bastard”.
Mitch lay there stunned by the language. Sure enough Iain poked his head round the door’
“I don’t want to hear a peep out of you lot and if you feel your going to die, don’t bother me, just die quietly”. Then the door banged shut.
“OK then”, as Austin retrieved the book and swung it about in a motion to say, come to me. The others were across in a blur.
“Come on Mitch get your backside over here”. Mitch complied. The book was opened with some ceremony and under the bunk light all could see a naked woman sitting astride a rock showing all that she had.
“Look at the thatch on that snatch”, Austin said to blank looks from the three cross legged boys.
“God I’m not going to have to explain this am I”? With a hint of exasperation in his voice he pointed out the woman’s pubic hair. “That thatch”, tapping his finger on the book, “ and it’s covering her thatch” , tapping again on the nether region being displayed. Nods came from the ensemble. The page was turned to reveal a man and a woman standing together.
“There’s hair on the man too” Fraser said matter of factly.
“Yes and we’ll all get hair round our knobs as well and they’ll get bigger and then we will be able to shoot our loads”, looking round he saw the others had no idea what he was talking about, “ Oh sod it”! Came from the annoyed Austin. More pages were turned until one appeared where the man had his penis inside the woman. Austin explained the process.
“How come you know so much about it”? asked Fraser.
“My brother taught me when I was about 9 and even showed me how to do things”.
“What things”?
Austin Quickly diverted the conversation.
“Who’s got a hard-on then”? “You know, down there” pointing at his groin area. “I have” and he quickly got to his knees and whipped down his pj bottoms. Well there right in front of the was a rock hard little 3.5 to 4 inch penis. Next to own up to one was Grant and with a bit of prompting got it out. Mitch was last to own up and with three others telling him not to be a chicken showed his. All were of a similar size and all still had their fore-skins intact and not a pubic hair was to be seen.
“Who wants to learn how to chug off”? “ Oh just watch me and you’ll see how”! Austin took a hold of his penis and started to move his hand up and down holding it with two fingers bellow and the thumb on top. His skin folding back to reveal his blood engorged tip then back over to hide it. He flipped through the book and laid it down on his bunk to what was obviously was his favourite page, due to it being more dog eared than the others.
“Come on then you lot try it”! Hands went to penises and with trial and error the chugging had begun. All eyes were on the book where the close up was of the man cuming on the pubic hair of the woman. Heavy breathing was the main sound coming from the quartet and an announcement was uttered from Austin.
“Oh yeah I’m going to shoot”! Throwing his head back the others could see him visibly shake and arch his back the familiar feeling as he had his dry cum..
“I’m going to pee” Grant cried.
“No you wont, just keep rubbing and you’ll get a real surprise”.
“What the ffff”. Grant flung his head all around and also gave a visible shudder and collapsed back on the bunk as he too had his first dry orgasm. Fraser followed with a little squeal and slumped down. Mitch became the centre of attention and he knew it.
“For gods sake your doing it all wrong”! Before Mitch knew what was going on Austin had removed his hand and was taking charged. Peeling back the skin on the end he noticed Mitch wince in pain.
“Have you never done this to see your knob head”? Mitch shook no.
“It’ll be all OK in a minute”, and continued to work on the skin and surely with the attention it was receiving the slacker it became. Mitch now was starting to enjoy the feeling, in what he had called up until that moment, his tinkle. Something had started to churn away in his stomach and he could feel a tight and strange sensation down in his groin. It hit like a sledgehammer send pulses from his small sacks to the tip of his tinkle and even all the way up to his nipples. His first and dry orgasm took over his whole body making him cry out in sheer ecstasy. He too collapsed breathing heavily and with such a grin of satisfaction. The boys lay there and discussed what it felt like and what it did to them but the one with biggest smile was Austin knowing that he had created willing participants to his ways and knew that in time he’d teach them all the things his brother had taught him to do.
Reading through this I do go on a bit but now the start has begun it’ll be quicker in tone, that is if anyone wants more of this story.
If you liked reading this, I thank you.

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Connor was 16. 6 Foot, brown eyes, Not bad looking either. Not athletic, but certainly not fat. More than anything, he was an academic. He got the grades.
His brother, Cooper was 2 years older. Loved sport, about 2 inches taller and toned. HE was the pretty boy with blue eyes and blond hair everyone loves.
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They both jumped. How long had they been on the floor together?
Connor jumped up and pulled his discarded shorts on buttoning them up as he headed for the front door. Cooper gathered together his brothers shirt and his own jockstrap and threw them to the side of the sofa and move away to the other door his dick flopping from side to side.
As Connor reached the door he passed the hall mirror. He saw his hair was all over the place and essentially drenched in sweat. With little time to do much about it he reached for the door handle and turned.
“Pizza!” Chimed a young Brazilian guy.
“Oh, errr…right” Connor said. “You’d better come in whilst i find you what i owe you”
Connor showed the pizza boy to the lounge – checking inside that the coast was clear before the guy managed to follow him into the room.
“Let me just fetch you……?”
“7 quid” the pizza man replied.
Connor left the room and headed off to find his brother, or at least where he had left the money for the pizza – The kitchen seemed like a likely place.
Cooper though was not in the kitchen, he was standing in the other hall just off the lounge. There wasn’t anywhere he could really go. He would have been seen should he have headed up the stairs by the door. This corridor lead to the kitchen and a few other rooms. Best not go to the kitchen lest the pizza boy went in there. No. It was safest to stand in this hall, still naked and wait.
During his wait the pizza man had noticed a bright green item poking out by one of the couches. Intrigued (as any would) we went over to investigate. Prodding it with his trainer he saw it was a shirt. But not just a shirt. There was something else. A white, underside or something.
Bending down, he moved the shirt enough to reveal coopers jockstrap. Slightly surprised, he reached out curiously and picked it up between two of his fingers.
Straightening up now, he sniffed tentatively at the jocks. Nothing horrible, in fact….there was a sorta homey smell about it. He sniffed again. Yes, it definitely was an appealing smell. Not too strong but good. He fell into the sofa ready to drop them to the side when he heard the footsteps of the young lad.
Connor was searching frantically through the kitchen now – not really making an effort to hide the noises of his frustration. Cooper was hearing this, and as most would, assumed they were both in the kitchen at the source of the noises. Now seemed an apt opportunity to make a break for the next floor…whilst there was a distraction. He padded quietly down the corridor – back towards the lounge. Just before though, he did poke his head round the door and seeing no 6ft man standing around in the room waiting to get paid assumed no-one was around. In fact – There was. That very 6ft Brazilian man was sitting (slumped) on the couch whose back was to the door from which cooper was now approaching from. He now had his nose buried in the codpiece of the jockstrap.
It’s hard to know who saw the other first. He shot to his feet in surprise, flinging the jocks back into the chair in an attempt to hide them. Cooper was riveted to the spot caught naked in his own living room. His eyes followed the jockstraps flight into the back of the sofa. The young Brazilian looked positively petrified of the taller, muscular man in-front of him.
“Urrrr….Hi, I’m just waiting for” He pointed to the pizza on the coffee table and averted his eyes to the ground. Except he never got that far. A long soft object was swinging gently to and fro before his eyes. He was transfixed to it.
“Right.” Cooper said now realising that the man had only just realised he was standing there in full glory. Feeling obliged to defend himself now, he said “Oh yea? well what were you doing…..Carlos” He snapped reading the name tag. “Smelling my dirty jockstrap?”
“Yes” he said simply.
Carlos was 6ft. Very well Tan due to the fact he was Brazilian. Probably very early 20’s by the face. His shirt sleeves were tight about his arms showing strong biceps underneath.
Cooper, surprised at this reply was taken off-guard momentarily. It was a….stirring reply. And to add to the surprise, he felt his own penis begin to fill with blood and lengthen.
Downwards his penis began growing before rising gracefully to a 90 degree angle to his body, pointing out 9 inches to Carlos. And this, was all happening before Carlos’s eyes, and he felt his own following suit in his tight jeans. He would be seen, and he knew it as his own dick began to strain against the material making a slight tent.
Breathless with his own embarrassment, Cooper noticed this slight change in comfort and followed the restless hands to his sides and then spotted the tent. A urge similar to when he felt when his brothers hand wrap around his shaft resurfaced. And just like then he found himself out of control. The pulsating trunk covering half the distance between the two young men was in control now.
He stretched out his hand slowly, his eyes on the face of Carlos who watched it approach his crotch.
He began to rub the hard dick through the denim and cooper moved closer so that he was standing above Carlos. They were looked into each others faces, feeling the warm fast breaths of the other on their faces. Several moments passed. and then unexpectedly, Carlos moved onto his toes so that their lips met.
They breathed into each others mouth as their lips pressed together. Cooper felt a hand on the back of his head as a wet tongue prodded at his lips. He opened up and passion poured between the two. Cooper moved his hands to the round ass and began to force Carlos to walk backwards. Obligingly, he walked blindly backwards enjoying the kiss and two large hands squeezing large portions of his ass. They fell together over the arm of the sofa.
They broke the kiss and Cooper laughed whilst gazing into Carlos eyes as he lay on-top of the hot Brazilian man. Cooper sat back on his legs and pulled at the bottom of his shirt-ed counterpart. Closing his eyes breathing heavily Carlos helped remove his pizza shirt, exposing large arms, pecks and washboard abs. The lust in the air was measurable.
Cooper was getting restless, he wanted – NO! He needed to see that dark dick, to feel it, to have it radiate its warmth in his mouth, down his throat….In his ass.
He stood. “Take ’em off” he ordered.
Without wasting any time, the jeans were off and so were the tented Boxers. Cooper hardly had enough time to catch a glance before his body was pressed against warm bare skin and the object he desired so much was pressing into his stomach, and knocking into his own cock. His hand slid down between them, and grasped both of them together. Carlos’s long, dark brown tool felt just short of his own, yet much thicker. He could feel the black hair tickling his hand half way up the man’s shaft. Surely hair never grew that high up? He began to pump his fist, masturbating both of the dicks together – Lubricated by the precum dripping from the top of each mans purple head.
After a few minutes of this, and a lot more kissing, he slid his way down Carlos body nibbling his nipples set prominently on the pectorals, kissing and licking his way down the bumpy abs to the prize he was yet to see. He closed his eyes just before his nose buried itself in the mess of black curly hair and he felt the head going off to one side of his neck. He took a long deep sniff before licking his way to the top and opening his eyes. Magnificent. A crisp, dark brown body attached to a lighter, hot head. Sighing deeply he took the beauty into his mouth and sucked the stringy precum from it and then began working his way slowly down the length whilst his hands played with the ass inches from his mouth.
Connor had been going crazy. No money, no brother. He going to give up. So back to the lounge he went were he stood in the door way transfixed by the sight in front of him.
That was just after they had both fell onto the sofa. Connor had now progressed to removing his shorts and sporting a very hard, very long, VERY horny penis. He couldn’t take it anymore, seeing his brother sucking that dick was too much. He moved over his body touching Carlos, who opened his eyes and smiled.
Connor started playing with his brothers hair before gently pulling it off Carlos’s pole and moving it over to his.
Wondering what was going on, Cooper had opened his eyes and beamed upwards at his brother.
After a while, Carlos went round the back of the slutty elder brother, laid on the ground and moved awkwardly back so that his face lay under the slightly bobbing ass of the hotter (in his opinion) brother.
He stuck out his tongue. And, for the second time that night – Coopers mind was sent reeling as his throat was stuffed up with dick, his sphincter was getting abused by a hot, slimy tongue. Except this time – It wasn’t his brother at either end. It was a complete stranger. A complete Brazilian stranger. and that made things so much hotter. He began to moan through his brothers penis with every lap Carlos’s tongue did of his hole. These moans vibrated Connors dick and sent him into even more pleasure.
Then, there was a finger pushing gently on the wet, but still tight hole. He pulled off his brothers dick with a pop and let out a very heavy sigh when the finger squirmed its way in.
“No” Cooper said. “Don’t. Just ram me full of your exotic meat”
All three of them moved. Cooper was positioned so that he he was resting on the coffee table his ass raised a little for Carlos.
He placed his head at the slippery entrance and began moving forwards.The ass cheeks began to part around the column attempting to enter. A long hissing intake of breath escaped Coopers mouth as he head struggled to get in.
Connor Hurried away as Cooper began to plea for the other 8 inches.
Carlos bent down so that he wrapped his arms around the muscular chest beneath him, and he moved his hips forward.
FUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKK
This Hot immigrant’s fucking huge brown pole was in the deep recesses of his colon tearing his ass in two much stronger than his brother had managed too earlier that night. He skin around his man pussy was almost screaming with the tension.
But it was good pain. Very intense pain that he knew would soon enough become pleasure. But now there was a new feeling. He felt like he was getting blocked up. Carlos was driving back a turd, back into the intestine from whence it came. But he didn’t care. That same limo was rubbing against the perfect spot. He had never felt so filled up and yet in so much pain. Never had he he had such a hard erection even with the pain. Never had he felt so…….So…..MANLY!!!
Two large, hairy balls now tickled his hole. He almost wished they would pop into his ass too, just to see if he could get another inch or two of length from this fuck stick. But too late, for Carlos had started retreating all the way until Cooper felt the ridge of his head clung to by his sphincter. And then carlos began to go back in – a little faster then before. Connor was getting Long-dicked (Verylong-Dicked?) and the rubbing against his G-spot made him throw his head back breathing heavily.
Connor moved back into the room and Carlos gasped a little as a cool finger traveled the gap between his cheeks smearing something around. After Connor felt good and ready, he stood behind Carlos who was tall enough because he was still across the top of cooper. Lining up his shot, Connor felt different. He Rammed his dick into Carlos’s Virgin asshole, tearing as it went.
A Scream went up from the front as Connor’s dick sat completely in the warm dark cave it had come to love living in. But Carlos didn’t do anything, merely bit his lip and began to saw his own ass in two with the same strokes he was using to fuck the shit back in cooper.
Grunts from Carlos started once he began picking up the pace. Moans from Cooper.
Then, Connor decided he wanted to start fucking someone, instead of getting his dick fucked. As Carlos was coming to his deep he rammed forwards – meeting Carlos midway.
“AHHHH” yelped Carlos, But didn’t not stop. He thrust harder into Cooper and back again. Connor Copied and was slamming into Carlos. Two sets of balls were swelling and slapping against asses.
Cooper was breathing heavily and murmuring “Fuck me. Fuck me. Oh yeah, Slam that dick deep inside me”. Carlos had beads of sweat on his face, and shining on his pecks (He had straightened up). He had groans, grunts and moans escaping his lips, whilst Connor stood at the rear pumping hard concentrating.
After several more intense minutes Connor whispered something in Carlos’s Ear, he nodded and pulled out of Cooper, who lay there on the table breathing hard in pure ecstacy – not looking up.
“Get over here” shouted Connor.
Pulling himself up, he moved over to the couch where Connor lay on his back, dick erect and sat on his stomach – facing him. He felt a slightly thinner dick poking around his restless, gaping hole. But then, it was a bigger dick. A much MUCH bigger dick stretching him.
FUUUUUCCCCCKKKKK MEE Screamed Cooper as this new, bigger dick began tearing more of him than every before apart.
“That’s what we plan on doing” got whispered into his ear by his younger brother.
We? AHHHHH! YES!!!!!!!! It was like a new found dream. Getting Double Penetrated by his brother, and a Brazilian. Interracial Incest. Fucking hot.
The two dicks began pumping at odd timings, one always in the deepest parts of his ass. Both rubbing different sides of his prostate.
AHHHHHHHhHHHH FUCK THIS IS AMAZING. yelled Cooper only to be greeted with grunts from his two dominatrices.
They both increased their speed as much as they could so that they were literally sawing his ass. In and out.
FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK YEA. FUCK MY ASS YOU HOT BLACK MAN. SAW IT IN TWO WITH MY YOUNGER BROTHER. FUCKING YES. FUCK ME TO DEATH!
Both Carlos and Connor exchanged looks and they both began pumping harder and harder, faster and faster.
Carlos was first, and rammed in all the way. He Grunted and moaned loudly as he let 5 thick, hot ropes of his nut deep into this hot little stud’s ass. Connor felt this new warmth and couldn’t hold on any more. He too rammed all the way in, but unleashed 8 Jets of steaming Cum into the mass already mixing with the pussy’s juices.
Together, they pulled out of the now, cavernous hole. A great sigh met them as they did. Connor moved out from underneath and together they both licked and stroked coopers Cock whilst he squirmed underneath. It didn’t take long until spurts of cum landed over his chest and, in the 3rd case, into his moaning mouth. Cum began oozing out of his ass onto the rug beneath him. Carlos and Connor Slumped either side of Cooper. Smiling – Exhausted.
They all fell asleep in one another’s hot embrace. Cum getting smeared on them from the chest and floor during their sleep.
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This summer it will be hot

This is just the beginning. When I started writing it, I never imagined that it would be this big. So, this is only the first part .The beginning is slow, but I like it this way. i don’t like to rush into things. Enjoy!
The bell rang, announcing the end of another long and boring school year. Students flowed into the hallways. A tumult stood through all the school. The students shouted, laughed and talked loudly while walking towards the exit. The most impatient ran towards it.
A fourteen year old boy with long blond hair, falling on his shoulders and sad deep blue, almost sapphire eyes walked through the enormous crowd towards the school’s main doors, but he wasn’t paying attention to all the noise around. Iphone ear-buds plugged his ears and let him hear only the “Dark Water” track from an album named “Sheisinbyouin”. Jake liked this album. Together with “Cellblock” it was the ideal album for listening in school. It expressed perfectly all the boy’s thoughts about school. And it was right. What is school in the end but a combination of a prison and mental asylum?
Jake reached the exit and went out. The shift of atmosphere and feeling was immense. Vast, open spaces filled with light were much more better than the narrow, crowded and somehow gloomy school’s hallways. Everything looked brighter than usual under the midday rays of the Sun, shining from a light blue cloudless sky. A smile appeared on Jake’s face. He even removed the ear-buds from the ears and turned off the the music in order to enjoy the first day of summer. He took a breath of the warm air and all his being was filled by only one thought: Summer is here!
No more school for three months, no more disturbing and lousy classmates, no more old teachers, standing on the brink of total mental collapse, no more tests and what is the most important, no more physical education lessons with that fat teacher. At least for three months Jake can forget about all these things. He wished that he was older and finishing the twelfth grade and graduating from this place. But this is very distant future. He is only fourteen and he still got plenty of years to study in this place of wickedness.
Jake walked trough the little garden in front of the school and then when he reached the sidewalk, he turned left and went towards the city centre. From it he will go to the beach and then go along the lake’s shore north, to his house.
Xxx
It was a beautiful afternoon. The rays of the Sun were shining, reflected from the calm surface of the lake’s waters on Jake’s left. Small waves crushed onto the fine yellow sand of the beach. On the left stood palms, casting big shadows on the beach. Lush dark green bushes and smaller trees covered the ground between the tall palms. Sometimes a house appeared between the vegetation. They were the summer houses, that stood on the northern border of the city. Jake’s house was the last in their row, showing the town’s border on the beach.
Now these houses were empty, but after several days, life will fill them. Women will be skin dipping on the beach, children will be playing in low waters and during the night there will be a disturbing tumult of music, people’s shouts and sometimes sirens, that will disturb Jake’s sleep. The summer was the best time, summer was the worst time.
Jake looked ahead and saw that the process of inhabiting these empty houses had already started. An Asian boy about Jake’s age stood on the piece of beach in front of a two storey white house with black tiled roof. Jake get closer to him. The boy noticed him, turned in his direction and smiled. And something happened to Jake. His mouth went dry, he felt anxiety rising inside his stomach. And for the first time in years a smile appeared on his face. The boy looked Thai. He was of the same height as Jake, maybe slightly taller. His skin was slightly tanned and of an olive colour, typical for the people of South East Asia. The boy had short raven black hair and shining dark brown eyes. His large smile showed two rows of perfect white teeth. He was wearing a plain white shirt and short light blue shorts, which ended at the half of his thighs.
“Hi! I am Jake”-said the blond boy. For some reason he started a conversation, which was another thing very unusual for him.
“I am Chandra”-responded the Thai boy-”I am new here. Will stay at this town all summer.”
“This is great! We can spend a lot of time together”-said Jake at the same time thinking what made him some talkative. Never before Jake has spoken so well with someone. Apart from Jean.
“Yes! You live here?”
Jake nodded and pointed to the one story house ahead with the glass wall shining from the Sun rays.
“So, we are neighbours. That’s great. How old are you?”-asked Chandra.
“Turned fourteen three moths ago.”
“No way! Believe me or not, but me too. Strange coincidence, right?”
Jake nodded. He looked at the smiling boy, at his shining teeth and eyes and a thought crossed his mind and struck him like lightning. For the first time in his life he has a friend. Not a parasitic vampire leech, but a real one.
“What are you doing right now?”-asked Jake. He wanted to walk around with Chandra, to show him the town, to laugh with him.
“Nothing special”-said Chandra.
“Maybe we…”-Jake started, but a female voice from the house interrupted him.
“Chandra! Your stuff won’t go itself to the room”-it shouted.
“That’s my mom. Must go now. See you later.”-said the Thai boy, turned around and walked into the house. Jake looked at his relaxed walking, at his straight posture, at how the bottom of the shirt, resting on his buttocks, shifted while he moved, and felt something stirring in his underwear.
“Please! Not now!”-thought Jake. But his efforts were futile. Now there was a hard as iron boner in his pants. Jake started walking again. The hot erected member between the legs stiffened his movement. And every time the hot and slightly wet glans came in contact with the skin of the pubic area, the penis went harder. The boners were one of the things that Jake hated about puberty. They started half a year ago, at the same time when Jake started waking up with strange wet spots in the front of the underwear. Jake hated how boners appeared at the wrong time at the wrong places, in other words, everyday and at least once in an hour. He didn’t understand them. The penis was only an excretory organ, so why he goes hard and long for no reason?
Jake arrived at Jean’s place. It was flat, one storey house with white walls and a black tiled roof. One interesting thing about the house was the glass wall of the living room, opening to the lake. And Jake loved to relax on the coach, listen to Jean’s music and look at the lake waters and how they crash onto the beach.
Jake entered the house through the main entrance, took the blue sneakers off the feet and looked around. On the left side of the hallway a door opened into a room that can be called library. On the right there was the kitchen. Ahead there was the living room. Jake went into the kitchen. He washed the hands in the kitchen’s sink and then opened the fridge.
“Hi Jake!”-said someone.
Jake turned and saw Jean. It was his uncle, with whom he has been living for the last five years. Since his mom became a success in show business and forgot all about him. Jean was twenty five years old. He had short black hair and dark brown eyes. There was always a smile on his face. Especially when Jake was nearby. Jake knew that Jean loved him like no one in the world. Actually, Jean was the only person in the world that cared about him. Even when his own mother and father forgot all about his existence.
“Hi!”-responded the boy.
“So, how is school?”-asked Jean.
Jake took his grade paper from the front right pocket of his denim shorts and handed it to Jean. While Jean was unfolding the paper and looking at it, Jake took out some pineapple juice and sandwiches from the fridge and placed them on the table.
“Like usual”-commented the man, wearing a blue tie-dye shirt and blue jeans-”Straight A-s, apart from physical education.”
“The teacher is just unbearable”-said Jake.
“That Russian old fat guy? Boris or something like that?”
Jake nodded with the head and bit one of the sandwiches.
“Don’t worry about him. He is just another brick in the wall. I guess it’s because of his fat and psychopathic wife.”
Jake smiled.
“And who need PE anyway? It’s only for the macho ones, stuck in the emotional-territorial circuit.”
“The teacher says that it’s good for our health.”
“But for some unknown reason, people dealing with sports die at a younger age than all the rest. How about that?”
“Yeah”-said Jake. He took a sip of the yellow pineapple juice from the glass.
“I have some news”-said Jean-”Tonight I must go to work. I am Dj-ing at a local party, so I will return Sunday around twelve am.”
Jake nodded. Jean had a strange working schedule, but Jake was used to it. After all, his uncle was a Dj and a very good one. And also a music producer.
“I will spend a whole Saturday all alone”-commented the blonde boy.
“Yes! But this isn’t all. At Monday, your cousin will arrive. He will spend the whole summer with us. His parents will be on tour all summer long. First gigs after all. Do you remember Leo Jake?”
Jake shook the head left and right.
“Ah! Stupid me! You have met once and it happened ten years ago. Don’t feel nervous Jake. He is like you, only more cheerful. You will like him.”
“How old is he?”
“Fourteen. Believe me, he is nice. You will get along well together. And the last thing for today is that our new neighbours invited us for dinner.”
“The Thai ones?”-asked Jake with a curious voice. Jean’s words stirred again memories about Jake and made something stir in Jake’s pants.
“Yes! I spoke with them. They are very friendly and they have a boy of your age.”
“Chandra”-said Jake.
“You had already met him?”
“Yes! I think we are friends now”
“Now that’s great news! You need a friend.”
“But I have you”-said Jake. There were no signs of sandwiches on the plates and the glass with juice was almost empty.
“But you need also someone of your age. Of course I can talk with you about everything, but there are certain things that someone of your age will understand better than an adult.”
“Okay. I am convinced”-said Jake. He got up from the table and placed the dish and glass in the sink.
“An idea just passed through my mind. Why not to invite Chandra for a sleep over?”
Sweat covered Jake’s spine, a tight knot formed in the stomach, the mouth became dry and the penis went hard, so hard that it threatened to tear apart the white fabric of Jake’s underwear.
“ Why not?”-responded Jake. A wide smile covered his face. He was on seventh heaven now. It would have been total ecstasy, if not for the boner.
“I will propose it to Chandra’s parents during dinner. I must go and prepare for work. Have a good time”-said Jean and went out of the kitchen.
Jake wanted to jump from the news. He and Chandra together for a night. And why not for a whole day. They can talk, play games, walk around the city, listen to some music. So many possibilities to have fun together…
The blond boy went to his room with a noticeable tent in the pants and it went down only an hour after the talk in the kitchen.
Xxx
The evening was the most wonderful time in the city. The suffocating heat of the day gave place for the relaxing and peaceful chilliness of the night. Usually, at this time, after sunset the city becomes crowded. Local people and tourists walk down the beach, spend the time in the bars or go dancing into the clubs. But there were also some groups of people, that gathered together in the loneliest places of the town and enjoyed the quiet night ambiance. Jean and Jake belonged to the latter. When Jean didn’t need to go working, he and Jake spent the evening watching films, playing video games, listening to music or playing on the synthesizers. But today, it was their first evening, spent with the neighbours. And it went fantastic. Especially for Jake.
At the neigbhbours’ place, miss Pradesh served them authentic Thai food. At first, it seemed too spicy for Jake, but with time and lot of water, he managed to overcome the tongue burning spices. He was impresses by Jean, who showed no signs of affection by the intense levels of pepper in the dishes. During dinner, Jake sat next to Chandra and this made him feel both aroused and anxious. He wanted to talk to the Thai boy, but the presence of Chandra’s parents scared him. He was afraid of saying something inappropriate or bringing too much attention to his persona.
After having eaten dessert, Chandra’s parents and Jean left the living room and went into the kitchen. Jake looked at Chandra and smiled. The boy smiled back. And Jake felt how something started to straighten up between the legs as he looked at the beautiful smile of the Thai boy with crow black hair. Jake turned and looked straight into the kitchen. He could hear the conversation between the adults very clearly.
“I had an idea today. What if Chandra will spend the night at my place together with Jake?”-asked Jean.
Chandra looked at Jake with an expression of awe on the face. The next moment, Jake noticed how his Thai friend tried to cover the front of his shorts with the white shirt.
“He has one too”-thought Jake. At this moment, his own hard penis jerked the last time and turned into a hard as stone tower, immovable and unbreakable. With the peripheral vision, he saw how Chandra’s eyes sometimes shifted down. Instead of feeling ashamed, Jake became more aroused than before. He had a feeling that his member will either explode right now or tear the fabric of his underwear apart.
“This sounds wonderful! I have no problems with this. How about you my beloved husband?”-asked miss Pradesh. Her voice was calm, sweet and melodic.
“No. No problems at all. Chandra needs a friend, otherwise he will be totally sucked into cyberspace. It’s good to see him not in front of a monitor. And we have plans for tonight, so it’s just great that you offered it”-answered mister Pradesh with a deep, low and bassy voice.
“We’re planning to trance dance at this “Entheoreality” party”-explained miss Pradesh.
Jean giggled.
“All I can say is…see you there.”
“What do you mean?”-asked mister Pradesh.
“You will see on the place. I will go and tell to the boys the good news”-said Jean ad went out of the kitchen.
But the boys already knew the good news. And their minds weren’t the only thing aroused by it. When Jean came into the room, Chandra moved the chair closer to the table, in order to hide the tent in his pants. It was noticeable even under the shirt covering the light blue short shorts. Jake wondered why Chandra’s boner was so visible and felt good about wearing jean shorts today.
“Chandra! I have an offer for you. Would you like to stay at our place tonight?”
The Thai boy smiled and nodded. It was a sincere smile, but Jake saw some anxiety in Chandra’s dark brown eyes. And he knew the reason of it.
“Fantastic! I must go now. Have a good time!”-said Jean and left the living room.
The conversation in the kitchen started again, but Jake didn’t pay attention to it. He was looking at Chandra and paying attention at the changes in his body.
“It will be fun! Come on! Let’s go!”-said Jake. His mouth was dry. His heart pumped so hard, that Jake could hear its thumps in the ears. Hot perspiration covered his spine. The erect penis didn’t show any signs of getting down.
Chandra’s eyes shifted down and then up.
“I must go to my room and take a few things. Wait here!”-he said, than turned away from Jake , stood up and went in a quick pace away from the living room with the round table in the middle, filled with empty dishes and glasses.
Jake looked at the lake, reflecting now the rays of the full moon, from the window and then down at his pants. His breath stuck in the throat. The heart started racing at incredible speed again. All this time his zipper was opened, revealing his white underwear. But the most shocking was that Jake could see the head of the aroused penis stretching the fabric of the underwear. And it meant…
“He saw my boner! How embarrassing!”- thought Jake. But the embarrassment didn’t make him feel bad or ashamed. In fact, this knowledge only made his boner stronger. The glans penis demanded attention and sent waves of pleasure down the shaft and into the groin every time Jake thought about Chandra. Jake felt a strong urge to intensify the pleasure. Something inside him told that if he will stroke this aroused member, he will feel something heavenly and unforgettable.
The blond boy concentrated all his will and closed the fly. Then he got up, went into the hallway and then upstairs. He wanted to check out Chandra. Chandra’s room was in the far end of the hallway on the right. Jake entered it. He saw Chandra sitting behind the computed desk and looking at the black screen of the monitor. The front of his shorts was flat, but there was a little wet spot near the waistband. Jake quickly looked shifted his eyes at something else, but the effect already came. The semi hard penis went again into full hard mode.
“This is how you are taking some things?”-Jake broke off the silence.
Chandra looked at him.
“I am thinking what to take. But it seems I don’t need anything”-he said.
“How about a pajama?”-asked Jake. He looked around. Chandra’s room felt good and friendly. Light green wallpapers. A bed covered by a warm orange blanket and a blue pillow. A computer. No television. A wardrobe and a bookcase. And of course a window, opening to the road in front of the house.
“Well… I don’t sleep in pajamas…I sleep…nude…”-said Chandra with long pauses between the words. Everything looked calm in his shorts. But there was a firework show in Jake’s. From Chandra’s words his dick jerked. Jake felt a tiny droplet of sticky liquid appearing from the urethral orifice and forming a little wet spot on his underwear. If it wasn’t for his steel will, Jake would have started stroking his penis right now.
“I also like to sleep that way. But lets decide this question when the time will come”-said Jake. He wanted to get rid of all the thoughts about naked Chandra, about them sleeping naked together. Jake felt a desire to explore the pleasures of a boner, but not now and not with Chandra.
“You’re right. Let’s go then”-said Chandra and got up -”Lead the way Jake.”
Jake turned, went out of the room and then went downstairs, Chandra walked next to him on the left. Sometimes, Jake threw glances at Chandra’s shorts, especially at that wet spot. And from every single look at it Jake’s penis jerked and excreted little droplets of some fluid onto the underwear. Now all the fabric around the tip of the boner felt wet and sticky. And near the door, while putting sneakers on the feet and watching at Chandra’s groin, Jake felt a desire to caress the hidden soft parts of his friend.
Xxx
The chilled air outside the house helped Jake a lot with the problem in the pants. Also, it took all the thoughts away from his mind and replaced them with an almost meditative stillness. During the walk down the beach to his house, Jake enjoyed the night with the bright white full moon in the clear, star filled sky. To his right the dark waters of the lake crushed softly into the gray sand of the beach. The trees on the border of the beach moved slightly and their leaves rustled from the weak and fresh evening breeze.
Chandra walked on Jake’s left side. Jake looked sometimes looked at him and felt how the first signs of anxiety formed in the stomach. He guessed that Chandra felt that way too. And every time he started to feel heaviness in the groin, Jake looked at the lake and at the moon shimmering in its waters.
It took for the boys ten minutes to get to the place in a slow, relaxed pace. Jake opened the front door and let Chandra enter first.
“This is my place”-said Jake after entering the house and closing the door. Chandra was taking off the sneakers at this time and Jake used the chance to look at Chandra from behind. The curves of Chandra’s buttocks brought another erection for Jake as well as a compulsive desire to put touch them and then slid one hand between the thighs and stroke Chandra’s sweet and soft boyhood. In order not to bring attention from Chandra, who had already finished taking off the sneakers and to cast away the lusty thoughts, Jake bent and quickly removed his own footwear.
“What we will do now?”-asked Chandra.
“Lets go into the living room and think there”-said Jake and stood straight.
“And where is it?”
“There”-said Jake and pointed with the right hand ahead.
When Chandra entered the entertaining room, he gasped. The far wall was made out of glass and he could see the calm waters of the lake reflecting the moon from it. In the right part of the room, near the wall stood a big flat screen TV with two hi-fi speakers on both sides. A Cd player rested on one of the shelves beneath the TV.
Several meters away from the TV stood a large dark blue sofa. Between the sofa and the TV there was low rectangular wooden table. The left side of the room was empty with a long Cd shelve near one of the walls and it was all filled with CD-s. And there was a hallway in the left wall, leading to Jean’s and Jake’s bedrooms.
“Wow! This room is huge”-said Chandra – “It’s ideal for a home party.”
“I guess so. But I like to sit here all alone and look at the lake while listening to some music”-said Jake.
“And what music do you have here?”-asked Chandra and walked to the Cd shelve.
“It’s not very popular and I think you had never heard it before”-said Jake. He followed Chandra and tried not to look down at his buttocks.
“Can we listen to something?”
“No problem. But you choose the music.”
“What about some recommendations?”
“No recommendations. It’s more interesting this way”-said Jake. Now he stood left to Chandra.
“Okay. Lets see”-said the Thai boy and started looking at the CD’s.
The shelve wasn’t very high. Its upper end was at level of Jake’s upper abdomen. And because of this Chandra squatted a lot, giving Jake a lot of arousing views of his curves. Jake tried not to look at it too much in fear of losing control. When Chandra squatted, the shorts contoured his thighs and his buttocks so well, that it looked as if they were more of a second skin than clothes and this drove Jake’s member insane.
“Jake, where is the cover of this CD?”-asked Chandra.
Jake shifted the gaze away from the lake back to Chandra. And his mouth went dry. Chandra was still squatting, but he had turned towards Jake, revealing to him the bulge between his legs, contoured by the light blue material of the shorts.
“I don’t know. Maybe some bootleg”-answered Jake. His mouth was extremely dry, like the mouth of a person taking puffs of marijuana. He tried not to look down there, but his eyes always betrayed him and went too low.
“Okay. Lets listen to it too. I am ready”-said the Thai boy. He stood up and smiled. Jake smiled back, but his smile was a little nervous. He hoped that Chandra didn’t notice his curious stares at his groin.
“Here is some stuff I would like to listen to”-said Chandra and handles the CD-s to Jake. He had chosen only three. Jake looked at them. One was just ab unknown CD in a plastic case, while two others were just full-on albums. Not the best stuff in the collection, but they work well when you have the desire to dance.
Jake went to the Cd – player. Chandra followed him to the sofa and then sat on it. Jake squatted and put all the three Cd-s into the player. When one will end, the player will shift the discs inside and the next one will start playing. Before turning around, the blond boy took a closer look at the two Cd-s. On one Cd cover he could read nine names of psychedelic substances inside circles of different colours, while the image on the cover of the other reminded him of folded paper. A knowing smile crossed his face. At least one album will totally blow Chandra’s head, even if it belongs to the full-on genre.
The boy with long blond hair pushed the play button on the CD reading device, stood up and turned around. He saw Chandra sitting on the sofa with the one leg on the floor while the other one rested on the sofa with the knee close to Chandra’s chest. Thanks to this pose, Jake could see inside the right sleeve of Chandra’s shorts. And the view made his semi hard penis stood straight again. It hardened back so fast, that even the jeans rippled a bit and brought Chandra’s attention to Jake’s crotch. But Jake didn’t care at that moment. His eyes were fixed on Chandra. The view revealed him that Chandra wore no underwear. Also Jake could see a little of Chandra’s huddled scrotum. If Jake could see more, than he would have noticed the aroused shaft of Chandra’s dick.
Jake sat right to Chandra and only now he noticed how hard and strong was his hard on. He also noticed Chandra’s glances at the little rippling in the jeans, but he decided not the hide it anymore. Knowing that Chandra could see his erection made him more hornier. When the ambient prelude of the first album, composed from sounds of an equatorial forest and a long sample about ayahuasca, came to an end, a goal achieved form in Jake’s mind. He told himself that tonight he will touch the genitalia of his new friend. Jake didn’t know that Chandra was thinking about the same thing,
When the beat entered in the first track, accompanied by a throbbing bassline, acid sounds and a tribal flute, thoughts about sexual matters left the head of the boys.
Chandra was stunned by the music and Jake was smiling at the reaction of his friend.
“Wow! This is so good!”-said Chandra while bobbing his head to the rhythm-”Why had I never heard such music before. So trancing and driving. I just want to stand up and dance.”
“If you want to do it, do it”-said Jake.
“Only if you will join me. I don’t want to look like an idiot.”
“I am not a good dancer.”
“Neither do I, but I really want to dance…”
“And you’re afraid of dancing alone because it will look too stupid in your opinion”-finished Jake.
Chandra nodded.
“Let’s dance then”-said Jake and stood up from the sofa. He went behind it, to the open space of the room. Chandra followed his actions and went into a frenetic dance. Jake also started moving, but his movements were unnatural and robotic. He just couldn’t get into the groove. And it continued for awhile, till the end of the first album.
During the pause, when the Cd-s were switched inside the player, Chandra said to Jake in a heavy and tired voice:
“That was fantastic! Never heard anything like it before. Never danced so wild either. Come on Jake! Loose up a little!”
“I’ll try”-said the blond boy and made a little smile.
The second CD started and when the beat began, Chandra again made an amazed face.
“This is even harder than the previous one”-he said with wide eyes and a large smile on the red face, covered with face. Jake didn’t say anything. He also was amazed by the kick. He only had listened to this Cd once and on a portable player with ear-buds, not on hi-fi stereo sound system. Both boys started danced. And they danced like nobody is watching. Jake looked at Chandra, who was totally in the sound and beat. He was dancing with eyes closed and hands and feet moving in synchrony with the effects in the tracks. During the dance, Jake started to feel better and more at ease. Soon, he lost all sense of time. Only when the Cd ended, he understood that he danced with Chandra for an hour. He was all covered in sweat. His breath was rapid and heavy. The cheeks burned. The legs felt weak. The mouth was desert dry.
“Do you want something to drink?”-asked Jake the Thai boy. He looked more attractive now with sweaty black hair, red cheeks and large wet spots on the back and front of the shirt.
“Water. Only water”-answered Chandra.
Jake went into the kitchen, took two glasses from a shelve above the sink and a bottle of water from the fridge. While pouring water into the glasses, Jake thought about Chandra. Again lust and arousal crept inside him and turned on every neural cell of his brain. Jake imagined Chandra pulling down the pants and showing to him the wrinkled skin of the scrotum, gleaming with beads of sweat. The next moment he thought about how it would feel to slip the hand into his friend’s shorts and touch his wet and sweaty package. Jake’s penis stood hard like a monolith and its tip pulsated with pleasure. A kinky idea crossed Jake’s mind. He decided to tease Chandra and opened the zipper on his pants, revealing the top his tent with a little wet spot on the top. The he went back into the room.
Chandra was sitting Indian style on the wooden floor. His hair glistened with sweat. The wet parts of the shirt stuck to his body. When Jake came, Chandra looked at him and in less than thirty seconds something emerged in his shorts.
“Why the music isn’t playing?”-asked Jake. He squatted in front of Chandra and handled him the glass of water.
“I don’t know. I think the disc is corrupted”-said Chandra and then drank the water in big gulps. Jake meanwhile looked at Chandra’s shorts. The boner was impressive. Jake felt an urge to pin down Chandra to the floor and stroke his member.
“I will go and turn off the player then”-said Jake and stood straight. Before turning towards the TV, he noticed how Chandra’s tent jerked. It was too much for him. He will turn off the player and then he will get dirty with Chandra. He wanted it too much. His gonads wanted it too much.
The horny boy with blue eyes drank the water, put the glass on the low table, then walked to the player, bent over and turned it off. He wanted to turn around and look at Chandra before proposing the next thing, but the Thai boy overtook him. He walked behind Jake and crossed his arms around his waist.
“How about some wrestling?”-he asked in a playful tone and then dragged Jake. Feeling Chandra’s warm skin against his, feeling his warm breath against his neck, sensing his heartbeat through the spine made Jake feel like in heaven. But the most arousing thing was feeling his hard and hot aroused member on the left hip. It felt big and it really wanted some attention, if Jake could even feel it trough the material of the jeans and underwear.
Chandra dragged Jake around the table and then the blond boy decided to act. He shifted all his weight on Chandra. The Thai boy staggered and then fell on the sofa. His hold weakened. Jake slid down from Chandra’s arms, sat on the floor, then turned around. Now he was sitting with the feet propped against the butt. He was between Chandra’s legs. His head was on the level of Chandra’s lower abdomen. Chandra was on the sofa and he was breathing heavily. Sweat covered his forehead.
“You’re heavy”-he said in a weak and panting voice.
Jake didn’t notice Chandra’s comments. All his attention was focused on Chandra’s shorts with a tent, pointing to the boy’s belly. Especially, Jake’s attention was focused on the smell. A dense, musky and sweet odour emanated from Chandra’s groin. Since the first sniff at it, Jake was addicted to it. This scent intoxicated him, filled his mind with nothing but a desire to remove the shorts from Chandra and suck his hard member. Jake’s penis also reacted to this genital smell. From every sniff, it twitched, releasing little drops of pre-cum onto the underwear’s white fabric.
Jake placed the hands on Chandra’s knees and started moving them around. Slowly he moved upwards, taking the palms away from Chandra’s warm skin. Jake caressed the skin of his friend’s thighs only with the end of the fingers. By the euphoric stare of the Thai friend, Jake understood that he likes it a lot.
Jake moved very slow, moving the fingertips in circular motion, from the outer side of the thighs to the inner and then back to the outer. His fingertips caressed Chandra with the same softness, as of the summer breeze. Even without feeling the muscles of the thighs, Jake could sense how tense they were, waiting for the moment, when the fingers will reach the long iron hard member.
But Chandra’s couldn’t wait too long. When Jake finally reached the sleeves of the shorts and was ready to place the hands on their fabric, Chandra slipped down the coach, sat on Jake thighs, put the left arm around Jake spine and brought Jake body closer, so that their chests touched. His hard as stone and hot as a coal penis poked into Jake’s belly. Than he sent the right hand between their bodies right into Jake’s groin. When Chandra’s hand touched trough the jeans his huddled from arousal scrotum, Jake gasped, rolled back the head and squeezed the thighs. The feelings was the same as when someone tickled him, but far more intense. A wave of tingling warmth and pleasure spread through the body from the groin, raising every single hair on the arms and torso.
A kinky smile appeared on Chandra’s face. He moved his right hand up and pushed some fingers into the open zipper. Jake jumped and again squeezed the thighs, Now the pleasure was even stronger than before. Chandra’s warm fingers stroked his balls, sometimes a finger caressed the base of the aroused shaft. Every single stroke brought a wave of intense, electric and tingling pleasure, which went up Jake’s spine and turned on every cell of his body.
Jake also decided not to be in a passive position. He placed the right hand on Chandra’ buttock and then moved it between his legs. When it reached the Thai boy’s sack, filled with two enlarged testicles, ready for a release of their liquid content, the effect came in a moment. Chandra’s moaned, his head arched back and his thighs squeezed involuntarily. It was the ideal moment for an escape from Chandra’s hold, but the lust was too strong. Jake removed the hand from between Chandra’s legs, placed it at the base of his left buttock and moved it under the band of the shorts. Excitement grew inside Jake’s stomach together with the pleasant tension in the lower body as his hand travelled from from the buttock to the groin. Chandra’s skin felt silky soft and warm, as the milk for breakfast during winter. Jake’s hand climbed the Thai friend’s thigh and then descended into the valley between the legs. Now Jake could feel the intense sensual heat coming from Chandra’s rod. Finally he placed the palm of the hand on the boy’s hot, moist, pulsating glans. The fingers touched the silky smooth skin of the shaft. Also they felt the steel firmness of Chandra’s tool beneath its soft skin. Jake was impressed by how wide it felt. For Chandra, Jake’s warm hand was the last stroke. His back arched, he thrust the hips and an enormous load of hot and sticky semen covered Jake’s hand. The blond boy immediately removed the hand from Chandra’s short with surprise written on the face. But his actions weren’t too fast and a second load covered the fingers. Jake removed the hand from his ejaculating friend’s shorts and looked at it..The palm of his hand was covered in some sticky white liquid. Long threads of it formed between the fingers. It’s smell reminded Jake of detergent. And it turned him on. But Chandra’s liquid wasn’t the only thing that drove him mad at the moment. Feeling Chandra’s twitching member, squirting out the last drops of hot semen with the skin of the belly drove Jake closer to the point of no return. His thighs were tense. The top of his penis throbbed with intense pleasure and desired some stimulation. His heart raced with the same speed as after a heavy gym session. The skin felt warm and flushed.
When Chandra stopped squirting sperm he saw that Jake was waiting for the pleasures of an orgasm. He moved the fingers on Jake’s shaft and started stroking it trough the underwear. Jake closed the eyes and enjoyed the waves of pleasure passing trough his body and the the rising tension in the groin. Several strokes were enough. Jake closed the eyes and it began. For a short moment time stopped for Jake. The breath stuck in the throat. The electric pleasure gathered between the legs and the next moment his first conscious ejaculation began. With the first big load, an intense wave of warm euphoric and electric bliss spread trough all his body from the genital area. A big yellow light exploded behind closed eyelids. Jake moved back the head and thrust the hips. Then the penis twitched again and another wave of intense and inexpressible pleasure passed through the body. Jake felt as he was in a sea of pure awareness and its waves covered him in ecstasy from the feet to the head. The twitching of the penis became faster, but with every twitch it released less and less sperm. Also at this point, the euphoria of the orgasm subsided. And when the release of sperm finally stopped, Jake was in a relaxed state, feeling pleasant warm in all the parts of the body. His skin, covered by perspiration, felt like if it was surrounded by static electricity. Everything in the trousers was wet. The penis still stood rock hard, but it demanded no attention. There was no sex in Jake’s mind. For the moment.
“How was it?”-asked Chandra. He slid down Jake’s knees and now sat in front of Jake with the spine propped against the sofa and with the knees against the chest. Jake looked at Chandra’s bulge and again lust crept over his neural tissue. He wanted more. He wanted to try more radical things. He wanted to see Chandra naked, to feel his cock and balls in the hands once more, to feel it in his mouth. But now, the only thing he could see was parts of the scrotum through the sleeves of the shorts.
Chandra felt the same way. Looking now at the big wet spot on Jake trouser, which clung to Jake’s shaft, revealing a little of its flushed skin with prominent blue veins, made him feel aroused again and drove him mad with the desire to put a hand between the legs and to stroke his own tired member, which was coming back again to life.
“I have never felt something like this before”-answered Jake wiping the hand from Chandra’s sperm against the black shirt.
“What do you mean? You never had experienced an orgasm before?”-asked Chandra with a a bewildered voice.
Jake shook the head left and right.
“I don’t believe you. Have you at least tried masturbating?”
“Mast…what?”-asked Jake.
“Masturbating”
“Never heard that word before”-said Jake and got up on the feet.
“Okay!”-said Chandra, feeling excitement arousing in his belly-”Do you know what is that liquid on your hand, shirt and in your pants?”
“It’s the same thing that you can find on the underwear in the morning sometimes”-answered Jake. He felt a little stupid, but it didn’t bother him too much. He was never interested in these things anyway. Until today.
“Okay, you know at least something. Do you know what an erection is?”
“It’s when the penis becomes hard.”
“We’re making progress. From this we will begin”-said Chandra. In his mind, he felt extremely excited. He will show him the basic things and then they will go further. It’s just matter of time now.
“Can we talk about it later. I want to take a shower right now”-said Jake.
Chandra smiled.
“Shower is a nice place for these kind of talks”-said the Thai boy.
Jake understood the meaning in these words. A kinky smile spread across the face.
“Lets go the bathroom”-said the blond boy.
The boy went across the living room towards the hallway, leading the the bedrooms, bathroom and the studio.

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Waking Chris

I woke up slowly, to a delicious feeling of warmth on my crotch, and I realized that someone had their hand in the throw blanket I was using, groping me. I didn’t move, pretending to still be asleep, enjoying the way the hand was feeling me up. I had a morning woody already, and as I continued to do nothing, they moved to the waistband of my boxers, slipping inside to touch my naked weiner. It felt even better with nothing between the hand and my skin, and I couldn’t help but wiggle a little as the hand petted me. I definitely liked being petted, and I spread my legs a little to give the hand better access.
I felt something touch my lips, and I opened my eyes to see my friend Josh’s older brother, Matt, kissing me. At fifteen, he was two years older than me or Josh. He smiled as my eyes opened, his hand wrapped around my hard penis and my shorts around my thighs.
“Chris. Good morning, sleepyhead. Follow me.” He gave me a wicked grin and pulled my boxers all the way off, leaving me naked except for the blanket. It was cold, and I was on the couch in Josh and Matt’s house. I’d spent the night playing video games and stayed up late, but I was wide awake now. It was early, cold and silent, and I wrapped the blanket around myself as I followed Matt back to his room.
“Matt, give me back my underwear,” I whined. It wasn’t fair of him to rile me up like that and then make me run naked through his house.
“Come and get it, doofus.” He led me to his room and tossed it in.
“Nuh uh.” My voice was still sleepy. I went over to his bed and lay down, wrapping myself in my blanket. “I’m going back to sleep.”
“Hey, you can’t sleep in my bed, doofus.”
I closed my eyes and lay on his pillow. “Don’t care.”
He climbed onto the bed on top of me, a warm and comfortable weight over me.
“You can’t sleep in my bed unless you’re my bitch, doofus,” he threatened, feeling my butt up through the blanket. It felt pretty good.
“Don’t care,” I said, feigning disinterest. The reality was, I wanted him to keep feeling me up like that. I was horny.
He pinned my shoulders to the bed and kissed me again, more soundly this time.
“Fine, you asked for it doofus, now you’re my bitch.” He kissed OK, but I didn’t care for the idea of kissing a guy so much, so I rolled over onto my face, hoping he’d play with my butt some more instead. I pulled the short throw blanket over my head, bringing the other end up past my knees.
“Am not.” My weiner was pressing uncomfortably against the bed, so I arched my butt into the air.
“Are so.” He reached into the blanket again and grabbed my dick, jacking me off a little. With his other hand he rubbed my butt crack, finding my hole and playing with it. I pushed into his hand.
“Am not.”
His hand left my butt for a minute, though he kept jacking me off. I didn’t care what he said, if he kept petting me like this I was going to cream all over his bed pretty soon. He replaced his hand with something warm, firm and wet, and rubbed it up and down my butt crack. I looked back at him, trying to see what it was.
“Are so…bitch.” With a shock I realized it was his dick, just as he pushed it into me. He had a perfect view of my face as it entered me, scrunched up in shock. It didn’t hurt, exactly, but it felt like the biggest poop I’d ever laid. I tried to get up, but he put his hand and weight on my shoulders as he slid into me, pulling me close to him by his hand on my dick.
My butthole pulsed and spasmed, and I wiggled, trying to get free or at least find a more comfortable position. I grunted as he went in, I had been going to say something but I forgot.
The way he was jacking me off slowed down, and he pulled out off me, making a gross noise as his dick came out. It felt just like letting go of a huge poop while jacking off, and I blushed. It felt really gross and kind of good at the same time.
Then he went back in, and started moving it back and forth inside me. My insides went really hot as he humped me, and my penis tingled, and with another shock I realized I was going to cum with him holding my shoulders down and riding my butt.
“I’m…” I started, but too late, as my dick twitched and I soaked his hand in my juice. “Ugh,” I finished. My whole body went tense as I came, and I felt him push himself deep into my butthole, enjoying the sensation. Then I went limp. I didn’t want to move. My butthole just kind of relaxed and let him do whatever he wanted with it, and I realized I kind of enjoyed it, just lying here.
“Good boy…bitch.” He wiped my cum on his sheets and petted my buttcheek.
“I’m not,” I muttered, but it didn’t have any force. He was warm, and I was comfortable, and I really didn’t mind him sexing my butt after the way he’d jacked me off. I turned my head into the mattress and arched my back as his tempo increased.
I heard little grunting noises every time he went in, and realized it was me. He was doing it harder, too, and I could feel him almost come out, and then go all the way in until his pelvis hit my butt. I squirmed a little, trying to find the best way to take him, and I felt him push all the way into me and stay there, then start shooting his load into me as I squirmed. It seemed to take a really long time, and his load felt kind of warm and nice inside me. His dick started softening inside me almost immediately, and he went sort of limp on top of me.
“Damn Chris, you’re one hot bitch,” he murmured in my ear.
I was blushing. “Thanks, Matt.” What else could I say?
I heard something over by the door, and there was Josh in a shirt and boxers, one hand on the bulge in his boxers and the other on his phone with the camera aimed at us. I didn’t know how long he’d been there, but when he saw me looking at him he grinned and vanished before Matt saw him.

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Prisoner of War

aonThe last week in July was here, and it was time to go to Don’s house! Don had long since been a friend of my fathers. They’d met in Vietnam and been buddies ever since. When my dad died when I was six, Don had more then been there for me and my mom. Not in a sleazy way or anything, in fact, he really helped the two of us put our lives back together.
I used to see him frequently, but ever since he had to move two hours away for his job, those visits had become far less frequent. My mom had decided that since I was 15, I could go and spend a week with him. I think she wanted to make sure I still had that male presence in my life, and get some time to herself. I’d been driving her a bit crazy all summer.
We pulled into Don’s driveway after two and a half hours on the road. His house was a small ranched tucked in between pockets of woods in rural New York. To a kid that had grown up in the city, it was already pretty awesome for me. He came out the door just as we turned the car off. He must have been waiting.
Don wasn’t one of those huge, built army guys you see in the movies. He was about 45 years old, and average build. Probably around 5’10, 175 pounds I guessed. He had short cropped dark brown hair, and a smiled that dispelled myths of the stoicism of army soldiers.
My mom stayed and talked to Don for a few minutes while I put my things in the guest bedroom. When I came downstairs, she was starting to cry. “You take care of him,” she told Don. Now the prospect of having some time to herself wasn’t looking too good I supposed. Don assured her that he would, and that I’d be fine. Finally, she gave me a hug and drove away.
“So what do you want to do sport?” Don asked me when she left. “How do you like the house?”
“It’s alright I guess, I like the yard better.”
He grinned, “Yeah, living in the city, you’re not used to all that green. What’s say we enjoy it? Paintball?”
I readily agreed. Paintball was one of my favorite sports, but living in the city, I’d never really gotten to play. I was excited to finally have a real battlefield.
“I think there’s some stuff in the guest room closet you can change into, I wasn’t much bigger than you when I was in the service,” he told me, “I’ll go get things ready.”
I wandered back into what was to be my room for the next nine days, and looked in the closet. There was a full set of camoflouge combat fatigues, and some heavy duty boots. They were a little loose on my 5’10’’, 145 pound frame, but the boots fit perfectly.
I went out to the living room and knew I was in for the fight of my life. Don was all dressed up in camouflage. In addition to that, he wore camo gloves, and had his face painted a dark green. He handed me one of two guns and we went outside.
“Why don’t you head off that way into the woods,” he pointed, “I’ll give you a bit of a head start and set in after you. I own all the land between the four roads around here, so you can’t get lost too bad. Just head in one direction to you meet a road and find your way back that way.”
I made my way quickly into the woods, trying to put as much distance in between him and me as possible. When I thought I’d gone far enough, I slowed to a stop, and holed up in a thick bush. I waited for a while, only to be met with dead silence. I thought of going on the offensive, but that was probably a bad idea. All of a sudden, I heard a twig crack to my left. My head swiveled in that direction, but I saw nothing. Dropping to my stomach, I tried to quietly and slowly crawl on my hands and knees towards the sound.
I’d only made it a few feet when one foot kicked my gun out of my hands, and the other stepped on my back, pinning me to the ground. I moved both hands around to his foot, trying to get out from under him. That’s when he slapped a pair of cuffs to my wrists and pulled me to my feet.
“What are you doing?” I asked Don.
“I’ve caught myself a nice little prisoner of war.” There was a grin in his voice. He poked me with the barrel of the gun. “March back to the house.”
We walked in silence most of the way, with him poking me in the back or ass with his gun, nudging me forwards. The longer we walked, and the more he poked me, I felt myself getting turned on. By the time the house came into view, I was sporting a nice 6’’ erection that was fairly well hidden by my fatigues.
He walked me over to a post in the center of his yard, and clipped the chain of the cuffs to something, holding me in place. “Time to execute you,” he said, grinning. He walked back about twenty feet. I winced as he took aim, and flinched as he fired. Three red spots appeared on my chest, stinging a little.
He let me go, and gave me my gun back. “Ready for another try?”
“yeah, this time things’ll go a little differently.”
“Oho, big talker,” he said. “Care to put something on that?”
I hesitated for a moment, knowing I was surely going to lose. Ah what the hell, maybe I’d get lucky.
“Sure, I get to execute you.”
“And what if I win again?” He asked.
I thought of my arousal earlier. “I’ll be your Prisoner again,” I told him. He grinned broadly at that.
“Once we shake, there’s no turning back,” he said. I nodded, not quite sure what he meant, and shook his hand.
I headed off into the woods once more, trying to find a better hiding spot. There was a fallen tree whose ‘v’ shape made an alcove to hide in. It looked like it’d be pretty hard for him to sneak in there. Once again, I sat and waited. It seemed like hours, and I thought my hiding spot had been too good, that he wasn’t going to find me.
“Drop it,” a voice said behind me. My gun fell into the brush. He picked it up and spun me around. Before I knew what was happening, he’d unzipped the one piece jumpsuit and pulled it down. It dropped to my ankles, and I stepped out of it, giving it to him, and leaving me in my boxers and paintball mask only. He snapped the cuffs on once more, and my dick stood at attention.
“Having fun there?” Don asked, noticing it. I turned red and nodded. He put the gun in my back again. “March.” I walked back towards the house. About halfway there, my cock popped out the slit in my boxers, poking into the humid july air. After a little while, he reached around. I thought he was going to fix things for me, but instead he slid it and my balls all the way out. I gasped in shock at my now exposed manhood, and the feelings I had being helpless to do anything about it. “March,” he commanded once more, and I continued towards the house.
Once we got there, he fastened me to the pole once more. He stepped back and took a look at my body before moving forward and pulling my boxers to my ankles. Before I knew what I was doing, I stepped out so he could take them. He left and went inside for a few moments, leaving me there. Even though his house was out in the boonies, I felt so exposed completely naked, bound and facing the road. I hoped no cars would come by, buy at the same time, kind of hoped some would.
He returned with the bag I’d brought my clothes in, added the ones I’d been wearing, and tied it shut. Tying a rope to the end, he grabbed them and climbed a ladder he’d set against a nearby tree. He tied the bag about twenty feet up and came down again, removing the ladder. There were no branches on the tree any lower than ten feet.
“What are you doing?” I asked him.
“You agreed to be prisoner, didn’t you?” I nodded. “And judging by the look of things, you’re very much enjoying yourself, aren’t you?” I turned red and nodded again. “I promise you’ll enjoy being my prisoner this week. The only question is, are you going to be bad or good?”
“Good,” I answered after a moments hesitation.
“Are you going to do what I tell you to?”
“Yes.”
“Yes what?”
“Yes…sir?” I ventured.
“Sir isn’t bad, I would prefer if you would call me Master.”
“Yes Master,” I said. The feeling I got when the words passed my lips was one of unbelievable arousal. I shifted in my bound position, longing to do something about my throbbing cock.
“You are horny, aren’t you?” Don asked. “Do you masturbate?” Red in the face, I nodded. “Talk to me,” he commanded.
“Yes master, I masturbate.”
“How many times a day?” he pulled up a lawnchair and sat in front of me, eyes leering at my naked body.
“Two to three Master,” I told him.
“Were you planning on doing it while here?”
“I…uh, I don’t know Master.”
“Tell the truth.”
“Yes, probably, yes Master.”
“You like pleasuring yourself, don’t you?” I nodded. “What about pleasuring others?”
“I never have, Master.”
“Would you like to be taught to?”
“Yes Master.”
“Would you like me to stroke you right now?”
The question caught me off guard at first, but rapidly brought my attention back to my raging hardon. “Yes Master, please.” I thrusted out my hips to give him easier access. He didn’t take the prize.
“What’s in it for me?”
“I don’t know Master,” I said truthfully, imagining, but not knowing what he would want.
“Awful selfish of you to want pleasure for yourself, and not think of what I want, isn’t it?”
I hung my head in shame. “Yes Master. How do I pleasure you Master?” I asked.
“Well, that’s something you’ve got to learn, isn’t it? I can spend this week training you if you like…”
I nodded eagerly. “Yes Master.”
“It will take some hard work on your part, and the whole week. Are you willing?”
“Yes Master.”
He stood up and let me free of the cuffs. I rubbed my wrists, they had been a bit tight, and stood there not knowing what to do.
“You already learned your first lesson. You won’t be wearing any clothes this week.” He ran a hand lightly down my chest to my stomach, sending shudders through my body. “You have a very nice figure, and this way, I get to enjoy it whenever I want.”
He led me inside once more. “I’m going to change and wash up in the master bath. You should do the same in your bathroom. There are a few things for you that I put in there. With that he sauntered off to the bedroom. I headed off into mine, grabbing my cock as I did so. I started to stroke it, then remembered what he’d said a few moments earlier, and stopped.
On my bed there was a collar, leash and padlock. I slid the collar around my neck and grabbed the small padlock. The key wasn’t anywhere in sight. When I slid the lock in, I’d be stuck that way until someone decided to let me out. I slid it in and clicked it shut. I put the leash on, letting it hang down in front. I looked at myself in the mirror with the bondage equipment on me. I was both humiliated at my situation and aroused at my servitude. I showered quickly, then returned to the living room.
Don wasn’t out yet, so I sat down on the couch and waited. A few minutes later he entered, clad in athletic shorts and a T-shirt. He walked over to the couch and grabbed my leash, pulling me up.
“When I enter a room, you are to drop to your knees and await my instructions, is that clear?”
“Yes Master.” I dropped to the appropriate position.
He sat down and turned the TV on. “Come up here and sit on my lap.” I complied, leaning off to his left side against the side of the couch. He looped his feet around my ankles, and pulled my legs apart with his. He reached around and stroked my cock, eliciting a moan from my lips.
“I like that you didn’t immediately run off and jerk it once I left. That’s a good start.”
“Thank you Master,” I breathed, his hand doing an excellent job on my cock. To my disappointment, he gave a few more strokes and stopped.
“You have a very nice cock,” he told me, running a hand over it again. I shuddered.
“You too Master,” I could feel it growing steadily in his shorts, straining against my right ass cheek.
“Did you enjoy being cuffed to that post?”
“Yes Master.”
“Good, cuffs are nice, but I much prefer rope. And you better believe I can tie you snugly. Why don’t I show you.” He stood me up, and left the room for a moment. I stood there, cock still sticking up with my wrists together behind my back.
A few seconds later he returned and stood behind me. He pulled my wrists together snugly, causing me to have to take a half step backwards and began wending rope around them. A few short minutes later he stepped back. “There, try and get out.”
I squirmed, but only just barely, because I could barely move. “Are you comfortable like this?” he asked me.
“Yes Master.”
“It’s not too tight, is it?”
“No Master.”
“Good, you better get used to it. And this,” he tugged on my leash, “gives me full control now.” He tugged on it for emphasis, leading me around the couch a few times, before bringing me back in front of it. “You look pretty damn good tied like that,” he told me, grasping my cock again.”
“Were you excited about coming here?” he asked me.
“Yeah…yes Master.”
“What about now, still excited?” I nodded. “Even more?” I nodded again. “Why is that?” he asked me.
I thought about it for several seconds. Certainly my cock was excited, but my mind also raced with the possibilities. “I don’t know, the training thing I guess.”
“You didn’t refer to me as Master.”
“Sorry Master,” I said genuinely.
“It’s ok,” he told me. “Turn around and bend over.” I did so, making my upper body nearly parallel to the floor. Even though I knew what was coming, I still jumped when his hand firmly smacked my ass. The first two didn’t hurt, but by the time the fifth rolled around, I was mighty glad he’d stopped.
“I think it’s about time for dinner,” he said. I looked at the clock. Somehow the time had managed to creep towards six PM. Don untied me and sat me at his computer. “I’ll work on making the food, while you can learn a bit more about bondage.
I didn’t know where to begin at first, so I just searched for bondage. Dozens of images of nude and bound girls came up, which didn’t much apply to me. So I typed “men in bondage.” That worked a bit better as I thumbed through various images of males being tied up. I learned some of the basics, what hogties and strappado ties were, what kinds of gags there were and a little about types of equipment.
Eventually I found a gallery of a bound man, about 20. He was on his knees with his wrists cuffed behind him to a post not unlike the one in the yard. He was leaning forward, and taking the cock of another man in his mouth. Don came over right then.
“Find some good stuff?” he asked me.
I only managed a nod. He looked towards the screen. “Nice, is that something you want to do?”
“Yes Master.” The words were out of my mouth before I had a chance to pull them back. The truth was, I didn’t know, but the thought intrigued me. WE sat at his small table and ate dinner, baked chicken with mashed potatoes and gravy. It was some of the best food I’ve ever eaten.
Afterwards, I helped him do the dishes. “You should be thanking me for the meal,” he told me.
“Thank you Master,” I replied quickly.
“Good boy,” he told me. The submission I felt in those two little words washed over me. I smiled at him, and resumed washing my plate. After the dishes were done and dried, he led me back into the living room by my leash.
He had me kneel in front of him, between the couch and coffee table. The edge of the table touched my back about four inches below the shoulders. He cuffed my wrists behind my back, and slapped a pair on my ankles as well. Then he ran a length of rope from my wrists around the other side of the table and below it to my ankles. This had me leaning back slightly, sort of offering my cock out to him.
He sat in front of me and grabbed it lightly, stroking me. I moaned, my young cock was absolutely aching at this point, wanting desperately to be satisfied. Wordlessly, he began to strip in front of me. I couldn’t help but stare, mesmerized as the patches of exposed flesh became more and more numerous. I gasped out loud when he slid his boxers to his ankles and revealed his 7’’ hard cock.
He stood and held it in front of me. “Do you want this?”
I stared for a few moments, then finally slowly began to nod. “yes Master.”
“Do you think you can please it?”
“I don’t know Master, I never have before.” I looked up at him with a look of longing and arousal.
“That’s ok, that will be part of your training for the week. You will practice, again and again and again until you are very, very good at it. Your responsibility will be learning to suck me exactly the way I want. You will do it whenever I want for as long as I want, under penalty of torture. Is this clear?”
I nodded solemnly. “Yes Master.”
“The POW’s in Nam didn’t have it near as good as you do, but make no mistake, you are my prisoner.”
“Yes Master.”
“Open your mouth wide, tongue out.” My lips parted and I stuck my tongue as far down my chin as I could get it. I watched him slowly approach me, cock in hand. He held it an inch in front of me and rubbed in on my tongue. The warmth was a bit surprising, as was the combination of its hard and softness. It was like a bar with padding around it.
I kept my mouth open as he slowly slid it in. I thought he was going to keep going into my throat and choke me, but he stopped just short. He softly stroked my cheek. “Wrap your lips around me,” he commanded. I complied, closing them tightly on his cock, taking care to keep my teeth far away. I wondered what I must have looked like then, on my knees, bound with his cock halfway into my mouth. My tongue lay flat against the bottom of his cock, ready to spring into action.
“All that matters tonight is effort. How hard are you willing to try to make me cum? We’ll worry about your skills later. You’re not to swallow tonight, you’re to hold it in your mouth and drool it down your chin. You need to get used to the taste. Is that clear?”
I nodded. “You may begin,” he told me. I looked up at him for a few seconds, not sure what to do, then slowly started bobbing up and down. I would pull out until just the tip was in my mouth, then go down as far as I could. I could get 3-4 inches of him in my mouth until he hit my throat and started to gag me. I thought of how I’d like to be blown. I moved my tongue back and forth over the sensitive spot below his head.
He seemed to like it best when I used a sort of a spiraling motion with my tongue around his cock. I looked up at him the whole time, like I’d seen girls do in porn. He stared straight back at me, smiling, occasionally rolling his eyes back in his head when I’d found something that worked.
Every once in a while, I’d pull off him completely and lick up and down his shaft. Sometimes I’d find my way all the way down to his balls and suck on them. I loved the way they rolled around and filled my mouth. I slid my tongue back up to his tip before taking him in my mouth again.
He looked down at me,. “your jaw must be a little tired, do you want to stop?” I shook my head no while continuing to move up and down. I knew he had to have been getting close, so in spite of my fatigue, I picked up the pace. “Mmm,” he moaned appreciatively. My tongue was moving rapidly around the head of his cock. I could feel it starting to swell in my mouth, knowing that cum wasn’t far away.
I was nervous, but excited, anticipating taking his load, pleasing him. He seemed to get harder and harder, impossibly hard, before his dick finally contracted and the first load of cum shot into my mouth. It hit me in the back of the throat making me gag, but I was determined not to let him down. Stream after stream came, each with less speed than the first until finally he was dribbling all over my tongue.
Both the warmth and taste shocked me. It was saltier than I expected. I didn’t like it too much, but the thought of what I’d just done for Don made me horny as hell, and easily made up for it. He slowly slid himself out of my mouth, and I tightened my lips as he did so, squeezing every last drop out of him.
I looked up at him with my mouth full for a few seconds, before parting my lips slightly and letting his massive load dribble down my chin and onto my chest. He smiled appreciatively at that. By the time I was finished, cum covered my lower jaw and most of my chest, running down to my stomach and some even made it onto my dick.
“How did I do Master?” I asked him with a face full of cum.
“I think the load speaks for itself,” he told me grinning. “Don’t worry, we’ll work on your technique more tomorrow.”
“Are you going to untie me Master?”
“Lord no,” he told me, “I’m going to enjoy that sight for a little while. In fact…” He left the room for a few minutes, and returned with a camera. “I think I’ll enjoy it whenever I want. I was helpless to do anything as he snapped picture after picture of me covered in his cum.

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Hey, my name’s Zac, I’m 22 years old 5 feet and 10 inches tall 170 pounds athletic build but not ripped of really well defined. I have brown shaggy hair no facial hair and not much body hair only armpits and little on my arms and legs but no hair by the time you get up my thighs. No hair on my butt and I keep a clean trimmed ‘area’ with a little strip of hair going up to my naval but no further. I’m average to small in length, 5 inches cut, but pretty thick.
I act totally straight but I am totally gay and have been out since middle school. Being gay I got some grief but most people didn’t have a problem as I had a lot of friends that were jocks and popularity seems to reduce harassment. It’s was also hard for people to make fun of me being gay when I am not at all feminine and unless you ask or found out some other way people just don’t have a clue that I’m gay. It’s nice that way because I didn’t and don’t get made fun of or harassed, but I also get a lot of girls flirting with me. I normally think of it as friendly conversation but my friends can tell better than I can when they are flirting and when they are just chatting and they will step in and say “you know he’s gay, right?” or “you’re barking up the wrong tree.” I usually get more embarrassed than the girls just because I never seem to notice when they are interested in me and they just kind of laugh it off and move on.
A few girls have gotten really upset after hitting on me and finding out I was gay. One time in high school a group of friends and I went to the water park and another group of people kind of meshed with our by mutual friends and one girl started chatting with me. I had two other guy friends, Randy and Chris, close by me chatting with each other sitting on the edge of the pool with the sun deck behind us. This girl was talking to me and I had no idea she was flirting but my friends noticed and instead of telling her they just let it play out. We all continued chatting with each other for the next twenty minutes or so and my friends made little chuckles every so often obviously from what they knew and she didn’t and she was apparently pretty focused on me but I had no clue. I was talking with all of them and listening but I wasn’t really maintaining eye contact with any of them. Finally she asked what they were giggling about and Chris broke the news. “You really don’t get it do you?”
“Get what?”
“Haven’t you noticed where he’s been looking the entire time we have been talking?”
She looked ahead of us where there was a group of guys playing water volleyball and she looked back “so, what’s your point” I suddenly realized what was going on and my face turned bright red.
“Wow, really? You’ve been flirting with him this whole time and he hasn’t been looking at you, he’s been checking out other people.”
“No he hasn’t, there are hardly anyone in the pool right now they are all over there tanning” she snapped back at him really offended that they assumed I would be checking out other girls when she was right there. I felt horrible and burried my face in my hands as they continued.
“Haha, no all the GIRLS are over there tanning” he pointed over behind us “he’s looking out in the pool at the GUYS” there was a long pause like she either didn’t get it or was in shock about the situation before Randy laughed and like a smart ass slowly said “hee’s gaaayyy”
“oh my god” she stood up “jerks” and pushed my friends into the pool and stormed away. They just kept laughing and I felt horrible and quick got up and chased her down to apologize.
“I’m sorry Kate, I didn’t know you were interested in me, I just thought we were hanging out.”
“You’re really gay, you were flirting with me and everything?”
“Yeah, I’m really sorry, I had no idea you were flirting. My friends can be assholes sometimes I feel awful.”
She grabbed me and started kissing me hard for a few second like she would tongue the gay out of me. “How about that?” she said proudly like she was irresistible and that I couldn’t possibly turn her down now.
My friends caught up to us and were about 10 feet behind me and saw the whole thing. I stepped back really thrown off and started shaking my head “I’m really sorry”
She got this really angry look and just turned and walked away while my friends began laughing yet again. Randy put his arm around my shoulders and said “nice job Zac, I’m gonna have to try the uninterested thing cuz that kiss looked pretty hot haha”
I laughed a little “shut up dude, that was really mean”
“Oh come on, it was funny and she’ll get over it. It’s not like you led her on an broke her heart, everyone saw you staring at those guys. She was just dumb enough not to notice.”
Chris then stepped in laughing even harder “holy shit”
“what now?” I asked.
“She’s not only dumb enough not to notice you drooling at those guys but she’s unlucky as hell”
“what are you talking about?”
“Look at your chain hahaha” he pointed to my chain necklace that has a link in it with a silver gay pride logo. I looked down and Randy looked at it. It was twisted so that the logo was facing my chest and wasn’t visible to read.
Randy straightened it out so it was clearly visible. “Hahaha there we go, maybe we should get you a tattoo or something”
“Or maybe we should like write it on your forehead or get a sign or something” Chris piped in.
We started walking back to the pool “you guys are horrible. Was I really that obvious?”
“Dude, yeah, you like licked your lips twenty times looking at those guys. If we weren’t already at the pool I’d have to hose you down haha” Randy snickered.
“So how was that kiss by the way” Chris asked happily.
“she tasted like strawberry lip gloss. Not good.” I said disgusted.
“Damn it, I love that taste. How do you not like that?”
“Haha Zac needs to feel a beard rubbin on him when he makes out not a pair of Cs grinding on him” Randy chuckled.
“Damn she did have a nice chest, you think I have a chance?” Chris asked.
“After all that, I’m gonna go with no. Maybe I should get a tattoo, that was really embarrassing”
Most girls don’t cause that much of a scene but that was the worst. Most of the stories I’ll post are from High School and we’ll see what I tell after that.
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The school day was over and I went with Chris and Randy and our other friend Brent to the weight room to workout before going home. Randy was on a machine while Chris was just hanging out with us not lifitng weights.
“So do you think Kristin likes me?” Chris asked.
“Dude, when are you just gonna ask her out?” Brent asked while spotting me on the bench press.
“I just wanna find out if she’d be into me before I ask cuz if she isn’t then it’d be weird. I mean we all hangout all the time so it’d be weird if I ask her out and she shoots me down.”
“God, you’re such a pussy, just ask her.”
“Screw you Randy. Seriously, you think she’d like me? I’m good looking right?”
Neither said anything they just laughed.
“Come on guys. Zac, I’m attractive, right. If you didn’t know me you’d like me right?”
I finished my set and sat up “You’re not my type but yeah you’re good looking you should ask her” Chris seemed to be happy with my answer. We finished working out and headed to the locker room.
“Hey, wait up!” Kristin yelled at us before we got to the locker room.
“Hi Kristin” Chris said stupidly. Brent laughed under his breath.
“Hey, guys. Zac, what are you doing tonight?”
“No plans yet, we were just going over to Randy’s place to hang out for a while but nothing really, why?”
“I wanna introduce you to my friend Jon. We’re going bowling tonight and you should come with us, you guys can come too. I think you two would would be cute together.”
“Awwwww” Brent joked and laughed. I just stood there for a second.
“We’ll be there” Randy answered for me.
“Great, meet us at the alley at 8” Kristin headed out.
“Bye, Kristin” Chris said and Brent proceeded to laugh at him. We all headed into the lockerroom to change.
“Alright Zac, you got a date tonight” Randy congratulated me.
“Yeah, maybe Chris will get the balls to ask Kristin out tonight too haha” Brent said as he slapped Chris on the back.
“Maybe I will, Ass. I can’t let Zac be the only one with a date.”
“It’s not that big of a deal guys, I’m just gonna meet the guy doesn’t mean it’s a date.”
“Dude, have you seen Jon before?” Chris asked as he pulled out his phone.
“No, have you?” I asked as I pulled up my jeans.
“Yeah, look, he’s hot” Chris showed me his phone. He had a picture message saved of Kristin at a party with Jon.
“Wow” I suddenly got nervous for tonight.
“Alright, Zac has a hot date tonight. Let’s go chill at my place til bowling” Randy said as he tied his shoes and walked to the door.
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“Zac you haven’t said hardly two words since we left the school” Chris said. We were in Randy’s room playin video games.
“Haha that’s cuz he’s nervous bout his date tonight” Brent laughed.
I just smilled and gave a little laugh.
“Oh wow, you really are” Randy paused the game and turned to me. I was on his bed leaning against the wall, Chris was on the floor in front of the TV, Ryan was sitting on the edge of the bed playing the game with Chris and Brent was sitting on a chair on the other side.
“Why’d you stop playing” I asked.
“Cuz we gotta get you ready for tonight. If you’re this nervous just from seeing that pic on Chris’ phone then we gotta make sure you’re ready.”
“What you mean ready? We’re ready, we just gotta wait til 8” I asked.
“No, we’re ready. We’re just bowling. You are going on a date, you gotta be date ready” Randy got up and went to his closet. He threw me a towel. “Go shower cuz you stink and I’m gonna give you some clothes to wear tonight.”
“It’s not that big of a deal”
“Don’t be stubborn just get in the shower.” Brent said as he pulled me up and pushed me toward the bathroom.
When I got out Randy had clothes for me and I got dressed. “Nice, you look good. Now if you strike out tonight then I need those clothes back but if you get lucky and start grindin on him, I don’t want them back haha”
“Whatever let’s just go”
We got to the bowling alley in Randy’s car and met up with Kristin and a group of friends. She introduced me to Jon as the rest began bowling and talking. He was taller than me around 6 feet tall with short wavy brown hair and green eyes. He he looked well built like a wrestler’s build and had an amazing smile. We all hung out together had a really fun time and on the way out Jon asked if I needed a ride home. I obviously didn’t because I came with Randy and them but I immediately said yes and waved Brent away and he took the hint and told the guys they were going home without me.
We drove around for awhile talking and then stopped at an empty park and continued talking. I slid closer to him as he put his hand on the back of my head and began kissing me. I melted and let out a soft moan “mmm” and he didn’t miss a beat. He immediately put his hand under my shirt and lifted it up. I then proceeded to pull off his shirt as we continued kissing. i reached down his stomach and unbuttoned his pants. He dropped the back of his seat and pulled me with him to the back and in the process his unzipped jeans slid down staying in the front seat.
I began kissing his neck as his hands slid into my jeans and his fingers wandered down my crack. I couldn’t wait I moved down his chest. He was built with broad shoulders and tan defined body. I made my way down and lifted the waistband of his boxers revealing 8 inches of thick uncut cock. I began sticking my tongue under his skin rolling around the tip and felt his head on the back of my head push me down onto him. I bobbed my head on him tasting him heart racing.
The taste of his precum was so sweet and made me suck him harder. He stopped me pulling me up again. “take off your pants” I got out of my pants faster than ever before and he pulled me up so that i was straddling his chest and he swallowed my cock as he slid his fingers around my tight hole. He poked one finger into me and i almost lost my mind.
I began moaning “ahhhhh” biting my lower lip. he then grabbed his jeans and puller out a condom and as i slid down his body he put on the condom while licking my stomach and chest. He guided his cock to my boy hole “it’s all you, I don’t wanna hurt you” he whispered and I lowered myself on him. I slowly took all of him inside me as he moved his hands around my chest rubbing my nipples “ahhhhhhh” I began moving up and down as his hips started to thrust slowly.
He grabbed ahold of my shaft and started pumping. His body glistened with sweat and the combination of seeing his sweaty chest, his strong fist stroking my penis and his massive cock fucking my insides I just couldn’t hold it and I began shooting my cum onto him. The first shot landed on his face and he licked it off his lips the next few onto his chest and down his stomach and the last couple onto his hand that he then lifted to his mouth and licked clean. i continued riding him as he ate my cum and he then quickly pulled me up off of him “I’m bout to cum”
I went down and pulled the condom off of him and attacked his dick with my tongue as he blasted my throat with his hot sweet cum. Eating ever bit I could as he thrust his hips on my face. After his cock started to soften I lick up my cum from his stomach. I licked his abs and his pecs. Licking around his nipples that had a little hair around them and a small patch of hair in the middle of his chest. The taste of his cum still in my mouth mixed with my cum and his sweat was intoxicating and I was floating as I made my way up to his face and kissed him adding the taste of his tongue to the cocktail in my mouth.
We got dressed and he drove me home. When we got there I saw Randy’s car in my driveway and got one last kiss before heading inside.
“Hey honey, you’re home late. Your friends got here two hours ago. They’re waiting in your room.”
“Thanks mom.” I rolled my eyes and headed up stairs.
I walked into my room and Brent and Chris were playing video games and immediately stopped and looked at me with huge sarcastic smiles. Randy asked “So, two hours late. What the hell, did you get lost?” I just ignored him and walked in and over to my closet. “So should I even ask for my clothes back?”
I didn’t answer his question. Instead I grabbed a towel “I gotta take a shower, I’ll be out in a minute”
Chris and Brent started making hooting and hollering noises “oww woo hoo oww wow” and Randy laughed and as I got into the shower I could hear him say to the others “damn and I really liked that shirt haha”
When I got out of the shower I put on some shorts and joined them in my room.
“On the first date, you slut haha.” Brent chuckled “Just kidding man, how was the date?”
“It was good” I replied as I climbed onto my bed. Randy was sitting on the bed with me and the other two on my couch next to the bed playing video games.
“I heard it was better than good” Chris said.
“What do you mean, you heard? I just got back!”
“Kristin texted me while you were in the shower. Jon just thanked her for introducing you two” I smiled as Chris continued explaining his texting conversation with Kristin “and she was just as shocked as us that you two took two hours to get home and asked him what happened. He told her that you guys made a stop at the park and bowm chicka wow wow hahaha”
“What! I can’t believe he told her!”
“Holy shit! I added that part, but you really did have sex with him!!!!” Chris exlaimed. Both Randy and Brent’s jaws dropped and my face turned red. “He just told Kristin you guys went to the park for awhile.” Chris corrected his previous statement.
“Wow, now you have to fess up Zac, what the hell happened?!?!?!?” Brent asked.
“Oh my god, you guys suck so bad”
“Come on buddy, Chris caught you, now you gotta let us know what happened” Randy said as he moved next to me and rubbed my shoulders to try and get me to relax and take my face out from behind my hands. “What happened? Nothing too graphic just the basics.”
“Fine I’ll tell you but give me a minute” I was so embarrassed.
“Ok you have until the end of this game.” Randy accepted my request and they started playing again. I laid back on my bed trying to get over the embarrassment. Randy was sitting on the bed right next to me and Chris and Brent continued there game. I probably had five minutes.
Randy was my best friend and always stuck up for me and knew me better than anyone. He had medium length dirty blonde hair and blue eyes. He was about my height and weight with the same build but slightly thinner and had facial hair in a strip that went along his jaw from ear to ear and had hair around his nipples and a strip that goes through his naval down his shorts and above his naval a couple inches as well.
Chris and Brent were also really really close friends. Chris has light brown hair and brown eyes and wears glasses. He is a little taller than me and is a little chubby but not at all fat and was pretty strong and muscular but no definition because he was a little chubby. He has no facial hair and none on his chest or stomach either. Brent is shorter than the rest of us but is about the same weight and is well built and fairly well defined. We has dark hair and blue-green eyes no facial hair with hair around his nipples and a line from the middle of his chest all the way down his stomach to his shorts. We all have clean and trimmed ‘areas’.
All three of them are really comfortable with me. All of my friends were comfortable with me being gay and they all accepted it but these three were the only one’s that were totally comfortable meaning they didn’t feel weird in locker rooms or changing with me or staying at my house or me at their houses. I had dated a few guys previously and talked about it with them but this was embarrassing because I had never had sex with a guy after just meeting him.
The four of us were sitting around in shorts at 1 in the morning and their game was over. “Ok Zac, spill it, what happened?” Chris demanded.
“We drove around for a little while talking and then we stopped at the park.” They all were looking at me and made me embarrassed again and I dropped back to lay down so I didn’t have to look at them while I told them.
Randy was sitting legs crossed on my bed next to me with his back to the TV facing me. Brent and Chris were sitting on the couch both on the edge waiting. “Come on buddy, keep goin” Randy said patting my stomach trying to get me to continue.
“We talked for a little while longer and then he kissed me. We started making out and then ended up in the back seat.” I looked at them and they all had stunned looks but weren’t going to let me stop there. “Some clothes came off…….and……..I had sex with him.”
“Nice, way to go Zac haha” Brent laughed and congratulated. Chris did the same.
“So, how was it? You glad you did it? You like him? Are you going to see him again? Randy interogated.
“Woah, slow down. Yes I like him or wouldn’t have had sex with him. I don’t regret it even though I’ve never done that on the first date.” I tried to answer all questions but Randy caught me.
“You didn’t answer one.”
“Yeah” Chris agreed. “How was it? Is he hot? Is he packin haha?”
“Ok, don’t get too graphic here Chris. That’s enough questions haha” Brent interupted.
“Well Zac?” Randy directed the questions back to me.
“Well Chris, yes he is insanely hot and he’s bigger than you haha”
“Well that ain’t hard hahaha” Brent joked.
“Shut up prick!” Chris hit Brent “For real, I’m not small am I? Was he really that much bigger?”
“Hahahaha settle down Chris he’s just giving you a hard time” Randy said.
“I’m just kidding Chris you’re fine he’s just bigger than you haha and yes it was good, it was very very good” I said with a huge smile.
“Nice buddy, you got a hot boyfriend. Now I just gotta find a hot girlfriend and catch up haha” Randy congratulated and patted my chest as he turned around back toward the TV and sat next to my head while I stayed laying down.
Brent and Chris continued playing video games “Ok for real, I’m not that small am I? I mean I’m bigger than Zac and he just got a hot guy so I should be able to get a hot girl right?” Chris asked with a worried tone. “Would Kristin like me or am I too small? Seriously guys!”
“Oh my god you fucking spaz” Brent said. “you’re not small, you’re average. Zac is small but it obviously doesn’t matter cuz he’s the only one getting laid and by a hotty so you need to stop worrying. Kristin won’t care especially if you never get the balls to ask her out.”
“Oh Zac, kick his ass he called you small” Chris said.
“Hahaha I don’t care he also said I have a hot boyfriend” I replied.
“Oh Brent, kick his ass he called you gay” Chris instigated.
“Haha you’re the only one that’s gonna get his ass kicked if you don’t stop tryin to start shit” Randy ended the bickering.

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