The onset of puberty inevitably brings with it the dawning awareness of sexuality, of a child's inherent masculinity or femininity, and the struggle to put that sexuality into proper perspective with internalized standards and parentally prescribed teachings.
For some, the transition occurs with relative ease. For others, the change is marked by tension and anxiety, and a growing awareness that their world is not shaping up as expected.
For Tony Spenser, the initiation into the gay world is marked by agony and ecstasy. Confusion about his sexual needs and the tragic loss of a loved one bring pain. His pride in making it on his own and the love of good friends bring joy.
S&M STAR-The startling story of a boy's growing up. A story about the shadowy world of S&M and one boy's initiation into it.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
My name is Tony Spenser. This book is the story of my life. My life has been one long search for the perfect fuck. I got an ass-hole you won't believe, or if you've seen some of my pictures or my act at the Thong, maybe you would! Twenty years old may seem like a pretty young age for a guy to be writing his autobiography, but I've done a hell of a lot of living in those twenty years.
It's my prostate, I think, that makes me special. You know it's your prostate that controls your ability to fuck. Most guys have prostates that get all those good feelings from their cocks and then do the job they were supposed to do, but mine works the other way around, I swear. I got a pretty good-sized cock, nine and a half inches, enough to make most guys lick their lips, but the whole center of sex for me is my prostate. You know that good sexy feeling you get when you take a shit? Well, multiply it about a million times and add all the feeling you have in your cock when you cum off real good, and that's the way my ass-hole feels when I got an expert working on it for me the way I like, and I like it big, low-down, raunchy and rough!
I was born in Chicago, but I hardly know my way around the place. My old lady sort of wandered around a good bit, never bothering to settle down long in one place or take up with one man for very long. She left me with a sister of her mother's on a farm near Bean Blossom, Indiana and sort of forgot to come back and pick me up. Me and Eddie, my brother. He was ten, I guess. We missed her. She was a lot of fun when she wasn't too drunk, and she never pushed us around or beat on us much.
You probably never heard of Bean Blossom, but it's real. Look it up in an atlas, if you don't believe me. Eddie and me got along pretty good with our great-aunt Mamie and her husband, and there are a hell of a lot worse places to grow up than out in the cornfields and woods and lakes of Indiana. We had lots of time to go fishing and hunting, skinny-dipping in the lakes, and messing around. A lot of messing around!
There wasn't much about sex that Eddie and me didn't know, or at least we thought so. Momma wasn't too careful about whether Eddie and me were asleep or not when she came home with one of her boyfriends. We got a big charge out of it, I'll tell you. Lots of people will tell you about how upset they got the first time they caught their old lady and old man screwing, but my brother and me couldn't even remember the first time we saw Momma going at it hot and heavy. She had a good time fucking, and it looked like a lot of fun to us, so we didn't get our panties in a twist about it.
The thing that gave us the biggest charge was seeing how big the guys' cocks got. Momma liked 'em big, too! She got what she wanted, too. Well, of course, Eddie and me wanted to get in on the act. Neither of us had a pecker any bigger than your finger in those days, and there wasn't much we could do with them anyways, but we gave it the old school try. We had seen Momma sucking cock plenty of times so we tried it out on each other and liked the hell out of it. It just kept feeling better and better, but didn't get anywhere the way it did with the big studs we had seen. Not that that kept us from trying, though.
We tried fucking, too, a couple of times with some little girls we knew, but that didn't work out at all. They were always squealing about how we were going to hurt them, so we gave up on that as a lost cause. We made do with each other as best we could. It seems stupid, now I look back on it, but it never occurred to us to use our ass-holes for fucking. We just rubbed our cocks on each other's bellies. That felt good, but we still had a lot to learn.
We got our first big lesson one night when Momma had made a swing past the Great Lakes Naval Training Station and had brought home a young swabbie. He couldn't have been much older than eighteen or nineteen, but he was a big grown-up man to Eddie and me. Unfortunately for Momma, she had put away too much whiskey that night. It was too bad for her, but just great for us. I don't even think the sailor was too disappointed in the way things turned out.
She came home with the guy, already pretty stewed. It was about nine or ten at night, and Eddie and me were supposed to be sound asleep. They didn't bother checking, though. We weren't, at least not after they came in and started carousing around. We kept quiet and kept our heads down in the bed across the room from Momma's bed. There was only one room to the place where we were staying. The sailor had a bottle of scotch and a bag of ice, so Momma found a couple of glasses that weren't too dirty and started making them a couple of more drinks. That was one horny sailor, though. He wasn't much interested in any more booze. He had his hand up her skirt and the other one down her blouse, trying to get her stripped off and into the sack.
I got a hard-on watching them, and so did Eddie. He was pulling on my little prong and rubbing the head of his dong against mine. But we were careful not to attract their attention and spoil the show. We could see that the sailor had a mighty big prong straining to get out of his Navy pants with all the buttons across the front and down the sides of his basket. His cock was sticking out so much in the front that it pulled his pants even tighter across his meaty young ass. We could see the muscles ripple and move under the seat of his pants as he tried to maneuver her to bed.
She finally drained her glass of whiskey and flopped down on the side of the bed. The boy stood in front of her while she fumbled to undo his buttons. She was too looped to manage, so he brushed her hands away and unbuttoned the pants himself. He was standing sideways to us, so we got a good look at that huge wong of his when it flopped out of his pants and stood jutting up from between his legs. Eddie near jerked my cock clean off me when he got an eyeful of that hunk of juicy man-meat!
The old lady was weavin' around on the edge of the bed, but the sailor-boy got her mouth open and stuffed the end of his dong into it. She latched right onto him like a baby on a nipple, and I guess it had the same effect on her that it does on babies-she passed out cold. She left that boy hangin'. She had worked on him enough, and he was horny enough, drunk as he was, that his big dick was just achin' for it, and he needed to get his rocks off something terrible.
He grabbed her by the shoulder and started yanking on her, trying to bring her round. She was out colder than a well-digger's ass, though, no matter what he did. He pulled her clothes off and jerked his dong in between her boobs and tried to get her legs spread, but if there's anything worse than fucking a woman, it's got to be tryin' to fuck one that's stone drunk and out cold. He was gettin' mad, and he started slappin' her around.
Eddie stuck his head up out of the bed when he started doing that and said, "Hey, man, don't do that. She can't help it if she passed out. Hittin' her won't do no good."
"Who the hell are you, kid?" the sailor boy said. He was tryin' to get a good look at us, but he was havin' a hard time gettin' both of his eyes to look at the same place at the same time.
"She's our old lady," Eddie said, real off-hand and cool-like.
"Hell you say!" the boy said. He looked a little shocked that he had been about to fuck our mother while we watched. Or maybe I should say that he would have been shocked if he had been able to think straight.
"She drunk up all my liquor and then goes and passes out on me, right when she's got me feeling so horny I could fuck a cannon breech. "Tain't fair!"
He was waving his arms around and explaining just how unfair the whole fucking situation was to us and all four walls. He didn't even seem to notice that his long dong was still hanging out of his pants and wagging around in the air like a semaphore arm gone crazy. He struggled out of the bed and stood weaving in the middle of the room. His bell-bottom trousers fell down around his ankles, and when he walked over to the table to fetch the remains of his drink, he just walked right out of them. I have to admit that he had something to complain about.
His rod was as hard as a piston shaft. He was drippin' clear pre-cum down his dong, and his big ball bag was pulled up tight to the root of his prong. My mouth was watering at the sight.
The sailor boy was so loaded that he didn't really know what was goin' on anymore. All he knew was that he had one hell of a hard-on and needed a little assistance in taking care of the thing properly. He was like a toy in our hands. Eddie hopped out of bed, and I followed him. All we had on was our underwear with our stiff peckers just a stickin' out as hard as the sailor's was. We sort of took advantage of the poor strayed lamb! Hell! I don't think he was even gay, and that's the most fun to get your fingers on!
He had plopped down on the kitchen chair at the table and was polishing off the last of his drink. His legs were spread wide to keep him steady and to give his big nuts a little room to breathe. His wong was sticking straight up with the head of it near gougin' out a new belly button for him-a good inch or more higher than his natural-born navel! Eddie stepped up to him and started talkin' to him about helpin' him get more comfortable and helpin' him out in general.
He got the guy to put his glass down so he could pull his blouse and skiwie shirt up over his head. The guy hadn't been wearing any shorts, so we had him buck-assed naked to play with, except for his socks and shoes. While Eddie was getting his blouse off, I was busy gettin' my head down in his lap. I'll never forget that moment as long as I live.
He was fairly clean, but he had been sweating and leaking pre-cum all over himself while he was out with the old lady. I took a deep breath of that man-smell and nearly fainted with pleasure. It was the first time that I had gotten a good smell of a horny male's crotch, but it sure as hell wasn't my last, I'll tell you. Still one of the best smells I ever sniffed. They ought to make an aftershave that smells like a clean, sweaty jock-they'd make a million off it!
I had my hands on his thighs, feeling the wiry hairs that spread out from his crotch down his legs. He was strong, and his muscles were as hard and tight as leather ropes. He unconsciously spread his legs for me, and I don't think he really noticed what I was doing. Eddie was talkin' to him and runnin' his hand through the guy's thick, black hair. His crotch hair was the same color, and thick, too. His skin looked so pale and fine next to the tough hairs. I could see the blue veins running just under the surface of his skin, like little blue snakes, pulsing with the healthy red blood of an American fighting man.
I looked up quick. Eddie was blowin' in his ear and nibblin' on his earlobe. His fingers had slid down to the sailor's nipples and were twirlin' around them. He had little circles of black hairs right around his nipples. They stood up for Eddie like little red buttons. I ducked my head down and went to work on the main attraction. I started out with a couple of careful licks at his big balls. He must have been young, 'cause the skin of his bag was still the dusky-rose color of a boy. His nuts were squeezed in tight on each side of his shaft while I slipped the tip of my tongue across them. The tough hairs tickled my tongue. I was feeling so sexy, myself, that I just didn't know what was going to happen to me. My pecker was so hard, it just plain hurt! I felt this hard ball inside me, down around the base of my cock between it and my ass-hole. If I had been old enough to cum then, I know I would have shot my load all over his leg there and then.
I leaned back a little to make sure that he wasn't goin' to get sore at me for lickin' on his nuts, but he took no mind of me or what I was up to at all. His balls were kind of churning around inside his bag, and, as I watched, they let themselves down away from his body. I slid my hand down his leg and lifted up the heavy sac. They were hangin' loose and swingin' low. I took them in my hand and put my mouth down on the lovelies. They were so big that I couldn't get them into my mouth the way I wanted to. I had to be happy with suckin' on one of them at a time. I went wild with the taste of his nuts soakin' in my mouth. I had my nose rubbin' back and forth across the thick cum-tube that ran up the underside of his dork, and he was startin' to moan and hump his ass around on the chair.
I got my hand around his cock. He was so big and thick that my fingers couldn't touch around the shaft. Remember now that I was just a little kid at the time. He wasn't all that godawful big, but my hand wasn't either. He just seemed like he had the biggest cock God ever made, that's all! I stuck my tongue out flat and ran it up his long, long rod. I was shakin' I was so excited. I had sucked Eddie's little dork lots of times, but this was a horse cock of a different order altogether! I tried to bend it down and get the head of it into my mouth, but he was far too horny and hard for that, so I scooted forward on my knees and brought my mouth up to the juicy treat that was just waitin' for me to slurp on.
I tried to do him the way I had learned to suck on Eddie's, but the difference in size had me floored. By the time I got all of his fat cockhead stuffed into my aching mouth, I didn't have any room left over to move my tongue around on the end of his joint the way Eddie liked me to do for him. I was just stuck on the end of his dong like a rubber that was a size too small. I did the best I could by moving my whole head around in a circular, screwing motion that soon had him panting and humpin' his ass up at my head.
He pulled his mouth away from kissin' Eddie. "Hey, you're suckin' my cock, kid!" like he just noticed. Maybe he did just notice, I don't know and could have cared less right then. He looked down stupidly at me, and I looked back up at him the best I could.
"You a cocksucker?"
I nodded my head, my mouth still firmly clamped around his cock knob. It was a hell of "a stupid question, but he wasn't thinkin' too good right then.
"You suck real good, boy." He put his hands on the back on my head and crammed his dong down my throat. I couldn't deep-throat then, the way I can now, and he hurt the back of my mouth some, but I wasn't about to complain and quit. He leaned back in the chair and started hummin' a ragged little tune in time with the thrusts of his dork into my mouth. I had both my hands wrapped around his shaft and was jerking on his rod as hard as I could. Eddie and me had seen some guys cum a couple of times when the old lady would pull it out and beat it off so she could see the guys shoot all over her belly. I had an idea what I was after, and I was determined to get my first taste of a hot load. But Eddie started pulling rank on me.
He was two years older, and what he wanted, he generally got. He decided that he had had enough of sucking on the sailor's tongue and ear, and he wanted his share of the meat I had in my hands. He tried to make me give it up and let him suck on it, but I wasn't goin' to give in this time. We compromised by havin' me move over to the side and surrendering the shaft and sack of balls to Eddie while I got to keep my mouth over that fat prong head. Eddie was going to town lickin' those hot nuts and stroking that shaft while I was spinnin' my mouth around on the cock knob.
The sailor was in seventh heaven. He hardly knew who was blowin' him, all he knew was that it felt gooder'n hell, and he was about to crack his nuts. He started grunting and groaning and snorting and yelling so loud, I was afraid that he was goin' to wake up the old lady, but she slept through it all. I felt his shaft get even bigger under my tight lips. I saw the first surge of gism comin' up the cum tube at me between Eddie's hands, and I braced myself to get it all. I didn't stand a chance.
Have you ever stuck the whole end of a garden hose in your mouth and then turned the water on full force? Well, go try it, and you will find out what it was like. That boy hunched his butt up, curling his back, and blew a fuckin' flood of fuck juice into my mouth. He let go with a load that was so goddamned big and hot, it squirted fuckin' out of my nose! I was swallowing it as fast as I could, but I was only gettin' about a tenth of it down. The rest of it was mostly spewing out of the corners of my mouth and running down his knob to where Eddie's busy mouth was lappin' it up as fast as it came. I coughed and gagged on-it, it was so rich and thick and sticky. I had to pull my head off and get some air since my nose was full of the creamy gism, too.
That sailor boy just kept on pumpin' it out, right up into the air in surging gushes. It squirted up my face and into my hair and over his belly and Eddie's hair, too. Wow! I had never even dreamed of anything so sexy, much less seen anything like this.
When he finished, his dong softened a little bit until it was like a springy rubber hose. He opened his eyes and looked down at us with a silly grin. "That was real nice, boys. You want some more?"
"Sure thing, mister," I said gleefully.
"Hey, no fair! You guys still got your pants on! Come on and strip 'em off. Let me get a look at you."
So we stood up and shucked off our underwear. The sailor twiddled with our little pricks some, but he wasn't much interested in them. like I say, I don't even think he was gay. But he was plenty interested in our asses. He felt up behind our little ball bags to our ass-holes and made us bend over and spread our butt cheeks so he could see our rosebuds. He stuck his finger in there, but I was too nervous and tight for him to get his fingertip inside my ass-hole, nor would Eddie let him do it to him. But he sure gave us some ideas for later reference. I think if he hadn't been so drunk he couldn't get up, that he would have raped our virgin bungholes for us, but that's not the way it turned out.
When he gave up on trying to talk us into letting him fuck us, he set us back to work on his dork which was as hard as ever by that time. He ran his fingers into Eddie's hair and used his hair as a handle for his head. He rubbed Eddie's face up and down the underside of his dong, gigglin' like a fool the whole time. Then he slid further forward on the chair until his ass was hangin' over the side. He grabbed Eddie's head and stuffed his face up the crack of his ass.
"Go to it, boy! Eat out my ass-hole for me! Get your tongue in there and clean that mother out! Eat my shit, kid! Tongue it, suck it!" Eddie did what he was told, since he had very little choice in the matter. I heard him grabbing a few muffled breaths and rimmin' away on that big boy's butt. I just stood there like the village idiot yanking on my doodle as the song goes. It felt just dandy!
I was super-excited to see my big brother Eddie eating the guy's ass. I wondered whether it would be fun or if it was nasty. I soon found out. The sailor pushed Eddie back to give him a chance to get his breath.
"You want to suck my ass-hole, boy?" he asked me.
I nodded my head, not too sure of myself, but damned if I was going to give up a chance to experiment and find out what it was like. He pulled me to him by the arm, planted a kiss down my throat to my tonsils and then guided my hungry mouth down to his butt hole.
It was pink with a ring of browner skin around it and a lot of hair in his crack. It was covered with Eddie's spit, and I didn't see any shit on it. I didn't want any shit in my mouth. I leaped to it, first just kissing his butt lips with my lips, then frenching on it, chewing around the outside and trying to stick my tongue into the hole. I couldn't force my tongue in, so I just lapped at his bung with the flat of it. He was gettin' ready to cum off again, and this time he put Eddie's head down over his spoutin' dong while he creamed off his tangy sperm.
I felt his ass-hole twitch with each blast under my tongue as he spermed off. Eddie got most of that load, but a couple of thick strings escaped him and ran down his spoke, over his ball bag and into my waiting mouth.
I think that horny gob would have been good for cumming off a dozen more times that night, but the liquor was Finally getting to him the way it had knocked out the old lady. He passed out cold in the chair after he shot off the second time. His dong hung down between his legs, over the bulge of his nuts, and drooped over the edge of the chair like a big, dead snake. Eddie and me jerked on his meat some more, trying to get him up for some more fun, but he was too far gone.
Eddie and me turned him over on the chair so he was hangin' over it with the seat under his belly. We looked at his ass-hole and tried to stick our fingers inside. Eddie put both his hands around his low-hanging balls and pulled and twisted on them until the swabbie moaned in his sleep. We played with his nuts and prick until we got tired of it. Then Eddie held up the boy's head while I jammed my pecker in and out of his loose lips. It wasn't much fun. Eddie could suck me much better, but it was kind of a thrill to fuck the sleeping sailor's mouth, even if he was too drunk to suck right.
I held his head while Eddie diddled his dick in the guy's mouth, then we gave up on him and went back to bed. We hadn't been able to cum, of course, so we were just as horny as when we started out, if not more. Eddie lay on his back and spread his legs. He pulled his legs up to his chest and hooked his knees behind his arms. "Suck on my ass-hole, Tony, the way he made us do him. Go on, do it."
I didn't need much encouragement. I was always hot to do anything sexy that Eddie suggested. I sucked on his butt hole and even managed to get the tip of my tongue inside him. It tasted kind of bitter, but not bad. I rimmed him for a while until he decided that he wanted to do me.
I got in the same position he had been in, with my ass spread open and thrust up into the air for him to get at. The first touch of his tongue and lips on my ass sent convulsive shivers through my whole body. I hiccupped and babbled with the enormous thrill that it gave me. I couldn't cum yet, but I knew how I was going to shoot off when I got old enough to dump my first load. We finished off by falling asleep with our cocks in each other's mouth. It's a nice, peaceful way to drift off to sleep.
CHAPTER TWO
Life on Aunt Mamie's and Uncle Ikey's farm was a lot different from the gypsy life Momma had given Eddie and me. We had our own bedroom up on the top floor of the old farmhouse. We went to school regularly and had time to live close to nature the year round. We put some meat on our bones, and tanned our hides as dark as a couple of little Indians in the long summers. It didn't take us very long to get used to getting up before dawn in the dark of winter to catch the school bus or to hiking through the woods barefoot with our fishing poles on our shoulders, headed for the lake and a mess of bluegill. Aunt Mamie would fry up the fresh fish we caught and serve them for breakfast in the morning with her home-made biscuits. It was no wonder that we put on some muscle and red roses in our cheeks!
There was sex for eager, honry young boys in the country too; you just had to look for it a lot harder than in the cities. Aunt Mamie and Uncle Ikey were too old to be interested in screwing any more. I even wondered in those days how they had managed to have their own kids, all grown up and gone from home when Eddie and me got dumped on their doorstep. They had three sons and two daughters and a whole flock of second cousins for us to play with, but the people were a lot more spread out in the country.
One of our favorite pastimes besides jerking our dicks was hunting for rabbits in the woods along the edges of the fields. Uncle Ikey had given us an ancient .22 that must have been as old as he was. Eddie and I got to be pretty good shots with the old thing and helped to keep the rabbit population down to reasonable levels. We got to like rabbit stew with dumplings, too. In late October and early November after the harvesting was over, we would go for long tramps out in the fields and woods with the gun and maybe one or two of our cousins along with us. We would stop and build a little fire of twigs and corn stalks to warm up our hands and sit around and talk about such manly subjects as whether or not the I.U. football team was going to be worth a shit that year and how we couldn't wait for the basketball season to start and which of the cousins was getting old enough to have hair on his balls yet.
The summers were the best, though. The summers were a million years long, no school, the sky clear as a blue bell in the mornings with a thunderstorm in the afternoons every few days to cool off the world and keep the crops growing, plenty of fishing in the lake and the creek, and skinny-dipping. I don't think I saw a bathing suit except in the stores for years. All the boys would gather at a spot on the lake that was the boy's swimming hole. You had to walk a couple of miles through the woods to get to it, so no strangers ever came by. It was on a finger of the lake that stuck into the woods and was far enough away from the main part of the lake that few boats ever went by. And it was miles away from the beach where the families went for a swim. It was a perfect place for boys to be boys in a state of nature. Most of the time we just swam around and splashed and stretched out in the sun on one of the fallen trees, but there were other activities, too.
The fun would usually start with some dunking in the lake or splashing. That would lead to some wrestling around and pretty soon the hard-ons would start popping up. Nobody paid any attention to the young boys like Eddie and me when we would get stiff little peckers; hell, we were on hard most of the time. It didn't count for anything. But when one of the older boys got a boner, then the bragging would start about who had the biggest one, and the comparisons would commence.
Now, I've been all over this country in the past couple of years, but I've never seen the match for the corn-fed meat that grows between the sun-tanned thighs of Midwestern boys! It must be all that fresh air, good food and exercise that does it. The beach boys of California are the only ones who come close. There just wasn't any skinny, stringy meat hangin' around, even on the chickens like me and Eddie. When one of those boys raised a rod, by God, there was no hiding the fact! And none of them tried to! Eddie and I knew every hair, every vein on every cock in that part of the county of the boys who were of the age to be at the swimming hole. Even us chickens weren't ashamed of our hairless dicks. We were goin' to get there some day soon. We were going to be as heavy hung as the best of them when our time came. Meanwhile we admired the dorks on the guys who were growin' up.
The best times were when there were only five or six of us. When there were too many boys the older boys would get a little shy about jerking off. When there were just a couple of us, then the cock measuring wouldn't get going right. I remember that when Steve and Seth and Benjy were there with Eddie and me, we always had a lot of fun.
Steve and Seth were twin brothers about fifteen or sixteen years old at that time. They were just alike in every way, both with light golden-blonde hair and dark, dancing blue eyes, white, white teeth and dark tans. I'm still crazy about blonde hair against a deep tan to this day. They had good-sized cocks for boys their age, which in the midwest meant that their dorks would have been the pride and joy of a fully grown man in most other parts of the country. And they were horny as hell and would do any damned thing that came into their heads! More about that later!
Benjy was seventeen and really too old to be hanging around the swimming hole with us boys, but he was simple-minded and didn't have anything better to do. he could talk and dress himself and all that, but he didn't have the common sense of a five-year-old. He smiled all the time and loved it when anybody would pay any attention to him. He was a very good-looking boy, too. Big broad shoulders and strong as a fuckin' bull! Very muscular legs and arms, a meaty ass, narrow hips and a belly you could bounce rocks off of all day long. He would have made a hell of a good football player if he could have remembered which side he was playing for. He had sandy brown hair and the biggest, brownest eyes I ever saw. His eyes would fill with tears in a second if he thought you were mad at him, and then a smile and a big silly laugh would break out if you smiled at him. He really was just a huge, loving child.
He was huge in other places too. Mother Nature must have tried hard to make up for the brains she scanted him by hanging a bull's pizzle between his legs with a pair of nuts to match. Funny thing was, he wasn't at all conceited or even very proud of his horse cock. It was just part of him, like his hand or foot. If you wanted to stick your hand down his pants and feel him up, he would cheerfully suck in his hard belly to give your hand room in his tight jeans, but he would think no more about it than if you looked at a cut on his finger.
He was just born to be naked, too. He was the first one to go barefoot in the spring and the last to wear shoes in the fall. He took his clothes off whenever possible. If you asked him why, he would wrinkle his forehead for a second and mumble that it felt better or it was cooler that way. God, if I could get my hands on him now, I know a few gentlemen who would pay a hundred dollars an hour for the pleasure of watching him fishing. He would hunker buck-assed naked on the end of a fallen log with his fishing linelikely as not tangled in some weeds, waiting for a fish to bite while his incredible dong would be lying in the sun across the smooth bark of the log like a big lazy snake sunning itself. He always had leaves and cockle burrs in his thick brown hair, like one of those bronze statues of fauns I've seen in the museums.
As with most idiots I've known, sex was something that never occurred to Benjy. He probably would have gone for months at a time without getting a hard-on by himself, and I believe he never played with his prong when he was by himself. Not that he was in any danger of having his nuts bust open with the cum that was stored up inside them. No fear of that-we kept him drained pretty regular! It would go something like this...
The twins would come down to the swimming hole with Benjy in tow. He lived near their house. Eddie and I might be in swimming or sitting up on the log. Steve and Seth would shuck out of their jeans and hang their pants and undershorts up out of the dirt on the branch of a tree. Benjy would already be naked as soon as they had gotten well into the woods. He would be carrying his blue jeans in a wad in his big hand, if he hadn't dropped them somewheres along the trail. His folks had long since given up trying to get him to wear underpants since he invariably lost them before he got back home at night. His thick, long hose would be flopping back and forth with each of his long strides as he came down to the water. One of the twins would pick up his pants where he dropped them in the dirt and would hang them up for him while he plunged into the water. He was a very strong natural swimmer and loved the hard exercise of swimming way out into the lake and back again over and over long after we were too tired to keep up with him.
Eddie and I would sit up on the log to rest a bit, and our dicks would get hard as soon as we got our breath back, but the other boys paid us no mind. What the hell good are a couple of fiveor six-inch long pricks when they are no thicker than a man's thumb and hairless and got no juice in them yet? We would pull on our peckers right out in the open even when there were a dozen boys around. That was just little-boy stuff. It didn't count.
Steve and Seth had some wise old eyes in their heads, though. They would check us out while they paddled around in the water or perched naked up on the limestone rocks with their short, blonde hair plastered down over their skulls like a pair of golden seals sleek in the sun. like I said, they were a couple of horny devils, almost as horny as Eddie and me. They waited to see if anyone else was going to come down to the lake that afternoon and waited for Benjy to tire himself out swimming in the lake.
"Hey, Steve, take a look at this. I'm going to make a fountain," Seth said. He was lying back on the smooth old stone, his legs spread, one arm behind his head, the other one holding the limp length of his cock. He relaxed a bit, then with a grunt started pissing straight up in the air. The stream of golden piss would arch up four or five feet into the air and come splashing back down over the hot limestone and the tan skin of his legs and naiTow hips and flat belly. He would wave his dick around in circles so the piss looked like a lawn sprinkler shooting out water. The hot piss landed on his chest and on his twin brother lying next to him and on their faces. I would have pissed on myself too, if my cock hadn't been as hard as a nail.
"You do it, too, Steve, see if you can piss as high as I can!" Steve was only waiting to be asked. He arched his body up on his heels and shoulders, ,the muscles of his belly and legs taut under his skin. He started pissing like a geyser like his brother. "Hey, no fair, you're sticking your ass up in the air to make it go higher. That's cheatin'. Hey, try it with no hands!"
Steve obligingly let go of his pissing cock, which flopped back up his belly and sent streams of sparkling liquid up over his chest and into his face.
"That's no good that way," he said. He closed his eyes as he pissed into his own face. "It just sprays in my face this way." The hot urine splashed into his mouth against his white teeth as he talked. He didn't mind it any more than if it were just a warm summer shower. He shifted over on his side to look at his brother's cock. His dork flopped over onto Seth's belly, still spouting piss. The clear fluid gushed up Seth's chest and ran over his neck as Steve picked up his brother's cock and played with it. Seth was soon getting a hard-on as his twin massaged his meat for him. They hardly ever played with their own pricks. They always handled each other as if the other twin's cock was his own prong.
"Hey, Benjy, come on in," Eddie yelled out to him. "You got to take a leak? Seth and Steve were making fountains, but you can do it best. Come on in and show them." Seth and Steve were now sitting side-by-side, their arms crossed over to hold each other's hard tools and gently stroke them. Benjy swam in to the big limestone slab that served as our beach. He slid up on the wet stone, grinning like the fool he was.
"You guys want me to piss a fountain?"
"Yeah, Benjy. Do it. Let me hold it for you," Eddie said gleefully. He hopped down off the log and waded to where Benjy had stretched himself out on the rock. I followed closely behind him. We got one on each side of him, and Eddie claimed the honor of grabbing the big hose.
It was eight or nine inches long when still completely limp, as it was then. He could put another couple of inches on that when he got it up, too. It was about two inches thick when it was soft, and rubbery. He was uncircumcised, but his foreskin slipped back easily as Eddie skinned him back. He was playing with it so much, I was afraid that he would give Benjy a hard-on before he could piss. My eyes were utterly glued, like Eddie's, on the fat knob at the end, now gleaming a deep pink color in the sunlight. It got a dark, purplish red when it expanded to its full size. The slit at the end was wide enough that I could have stuck a pencil eraser into it without stretchin' it a bit.
"Tickle our pricks, Benjy," I ordered him while I waited for him to gush. He took Eddie's dick and mine in his fingertips and stroked them as we had shown him how to do long ago. When his heavy fingers cupped my balls and rubbed across my prick-root behind my little bag, I moaned in pleasure. He started to piss, and Eddie pointed the stream right up over our heads, then squirted me in the face with it. I hunched my hot cock on Benjy's leg while the piss was gushing into my mouth and running out over my chin and down onto my belly.
Eddie pointed it into Benjy's face, and he imitated our action of gargling the boiling piss. Steve and Seth had joined us, kneeling on each side of the bigger boy's body, their cocks hard as the Indiana limestone and already dripping from the cock-slits. Their cocks were about seven inches long and had arrow-shaped heads like thick spears. They were hot and horny, man!
"Stick it in your mouth, Benjy. Do it like you done the other day. I want to see you do it again. Hurry before you run out," Seth whispered in a choked voice. His eyes were glazed with lust.
Benjy heaved his legs up over his head, and Eddie dropped his pissing cock. It sprayed around like a fire hose and splashed all over all of us. Benjy supported his butt with his hands and curled his legs over his head. His long dong flopped down easily into his mouth even while it was soft. Man, I tell you, I can suck my own cock, too, but I never heard of any otner guy who could do it to himself with a soft prong! He held the fat head lightly between his teeth while the hot piss gushed into his mouth. His lips were pulled back into a broad smile, because he was pleasing us by his actions and we were all paying such close attention to him. The golden liquid was gushing out of the corners of his mouth and running out on the rock.
Benjy finished and lay back down flat on the stone. Seth pulled his cock out of his brother's hand. "Can I do it that way, Benjy? Can I stick my dick in your mouth?" We were all silent. Eddie and I had been sucking each other off for years, but we had never sucked any of the other boys since we moved to the country, and we hadn't heard of any of them doing it to each other either. This was something new and daring!
"You want to piss in my mouth? Okay," Benjy said and opened his mouth obediently.
"No, I already pissed, and I got a hard-on now so bad I couldn't piss if I wanted to," Seth said.
"What you want to do, then?" Benjy asked, puzzled.
"I want to cum in your mouth! You know like when we jerk off, only I want to shoot my load in your mouth."
Benjy's forehead cleared when he got the idea. "Oh, I get it, okay." He opened his mouth as he had before. Seth straddled over his face and lowered his hot dick into Benjy's gaping mouth. He was pulling on his cock and rubbing the head of it over Benjy's tongue and the roof of his mouth. I could see the crack of his ass opening with his thrusts down and his pink ass-hole winking at me as he fucked off in Benjy's mouth. His legs were trembling with the pleasure that swept over him.
"Is it good, Seth?" his brother asked.
Seth was positively whimpering as he tried to answer. "Oh, god, it's ... it's so fuckin' good you wouldn't believe!"
"Let me do it some, Seth."
"No, no, not now. I'm going to cum, goin' to get my rocks off in his mouth. Watch me, Steve. Look at me doin' it!" He was pumping his ass up and down in frenzied abandon, losing his rhythm and gasping for air as his orgasm approached. We were all yanking on our dicks along with him, our mouths hanging open at the sexy sight and drooling with animal lust. He shrieked like a gut-shot rabbit when he came, jerking and lunging over the big boy's face, his cum jetting out into Benjy's mouth in blast after blast of steaming fuck-juice. I was fascinated to watch it fill the idiot's mouth in gushing streams.
"Swallow it, Benjy," I heard myself saying when Seth collapsed on the rock next to him. Benjy gulped it right down and licked the excess off his lips with his tongue. Seth had his eyes closed and his mouth was still quivering. His trembling hands gently caressed his twitching dick as the last strand of cum dangled from the still swollen cockhead.
"My turn next, Benjy," his twin announced and took the same position over the boy's head. His cock was so engorged with blood lust that he was already trembling on the point of cumming as he slid it between Benjy's cummy lips.
"Suck on him, Benjy. Suck his cock like you was suckin' your thumb," Eddie told him.
Benjy sucked down on the boy's hard dong, his cheeks sucked in with his effort. He was really pullin' the cum right out of Steve's nuts.
"Lick across his dong with your tongue," Eddie ordered, but it was too late. With a strangled cry, Steve was already spouting out his seed while Benjy sucked on his dick like a milking machine. Steve was bucking his hips around like he couldn't decide whether he wanted to drive his dork in; further or pull it out because the sensation was just too much for him. Steve finally rolled over on the other side of Benjy while Benjy slurped down his load of hot gism.
The big dummy didn't even have a hard-on! Can you believe that? Sucking off those two boys meant no more to him than scratching their backs! Eddie quickly took care of that. He grabbed Benjy's dong and jerked on it until it began to swell and swell, bigger and bigger until it jutted up from his belly-root like the arm of a small child! He hunched forward and rubbed the head of his dick against the immense shaft, and I did the same on the other side. God, I wanted to be able to cum so bad, I was on the point of tears!
Seth had rolled over on his side with his head propped up on his hand, his dong hanging over his leg and beginning to stiffen again. "Suck him off, you guys. Go on, do it to him, Eddie and you, too, Tony. Make him cum off in your mouths and eat his gism!"
I think we probably pretended that we didn't want to and had never done anything like that before, just for appearance's sake, but I don't really remember very clearly. All I can remember is finally getting my mouth on that giant cock that I had been drooling about for months and months. Eddie and I had hardly talked of anything else but what it would be like to suck Benjy off and whether it would be as good as the time we ate the sailor boy's big dong. Well, now we had a chance to find out. And we didn't waste that chance!
We each got a hand on his cock and licked and sucked on the enormous head and shaft, both of us working on him at the same time.
"OOooo, that feels real goooood!" Benjy moaned. "I like that! Do it some more, please."
We didn't need any more encouragement. He was leaking out streams of pre-cum, as clear and sweet and tasty as the best drink I ever had in my life. Not as tangy as real cum, but with a hint of what was to follow soon.
"When he cums, pull your heads back and catch it in your mouths," Steve ordered. That was okay with us. We worked feverishly to get our rewards. Benjy spread his legs wide and pulled his heels up.
"I'm going to cum!" he yelled. "Oh, my dear God, that feels so good!" The rest of his words were lost in a confused gargling sound as he thrust his ass up in the air and spouted off like a great whale. Eddie and I had our heads on his hard, heaving belly as the gism flew out of his jerking cock in torrents. We had our mouths open and our tongues sticking out, but the creamy load just shot off all over the place. We had it all over our faces and in our hair with pools of it on his belly.
"Suck it up. Lick up his gism and eat it," the twins commanded. They were jerking on their cocks for dear life while they watched us lap up that cream off Benjy's quivering belly. Then we licked each other's faces, slurping up the thick strands of gism and giving each other cummy kisses while we were at it.
"Do me, hurry up! Get over here! Suck me!" They both were panting and beating their meat as fast as they could. I took Seth while Eddie serviced Steve's straining cock. We just barely got our mouths on them in time. Benjy watched while we took their second loads in our mouths.
"Gee, that was a lot of fun, guys. Can we do that again some time? I really liked that. Want to go in for a swim?" He hopped up on his feet, his pecker now limp and hanging half way to his knees. His childish mind switched from one pleasure to the next with the greatest of ease.
"You go swim a while, Benjy. I got to rest up some," Seth breathed with sexy exhaustion.
"Me, too. I'm pooped right now. You go on in," Steve agreed with his twin.
While Benjy was swimming up and down in the lake, Seth and Steve threatened Eddie and me with a long, slow and terrible death if we ever so much as hinted to anyone else about what we had done that afternoon. We assured them repeatedly that we would never tell on them. They relaxed a little and smiled at their new triumph. They promised us many more hot loads from where those had come from!
CHAPTER THREE
During that summer, Seth and Steve and Benjy formed a regular little group with Eddie and me. We didn't always have sex at the swimming hole. Sometimes it was in the woods or the barn on our farm or at Seth and Steve's folks' place. From the very beginning, Seth and Steve were the ringleaders of the group. At first they were very worried that Eddie and me or Benjy would blab about the games we were playing, but they soon overcame their fears. We were, of course, very willing members of this sex ring, but we let the twins take the lead in what we did and generally kept our mouths shut about other things we had witnessed when we still lived with the old lady. They took care of Benjy very simply by telling him that he wouldn't be able to play with us if he ever told anyone what we did together. For once in his life, an idea fixed itself firmly in his dim brain. We knew we could trust him to keep quiet, and we had his magnificent cock to play with and his ever-willing body.
Benjy was quite simply willing to do anything that we suggested to him. He would have fucked a goat in the middle of the town at noon if we had suggested it to him. Eddie was hot to do as much stuff as he could, and so was I. We tried to maneuver Seth and Steve to do the things we wanted them to try, but they were always the nervous nellies about trying new stuff. They were very weird in some ways. For example, take water sports.
A lot of guys won't even try it because they think piss will taste terrible or make them sick. Of course that isn't true at all. Most piss doesn't even taste as strong as a glass of tea, and the flavor isn't bad at all. If it made you sick, I would have been dead and gone years ago. They were into water sports pretty heavy long before either one of them had ever had a cock in his mouth! They thought pissing on each other and in each other's mouth was a lot of fun, which it is, but they were all up-tight about sucking a nice clean cock.
It took Eddie and me weeks to get them to try sucking cock. They finally gave in and sixty-nined with each other, then graduated to eating Benjy's big meat. We wanted to cruise some of the other boys, too, and recruit some more members for our sex club, but they would have nothing to do with that. Eddie and me blew a couple of the other guys that summer on our own, but none of them returned the favor or showed any interest in messing around much. It was mostly just the same old thing over and over again until it was actually becoming a little boring. Can you imagine being bored with a scene like that? Well, it's possible, believe me.
That fall when school started again, all kinds of things started to change. Of course, we had less time to be messing around with the guys, but that wasn't the worst of it. Eddie started to change, to grow up into a man. He did it so fast and left me so far behind, that it about broke my heart. When the cool weather came in, he started eating. Both of us had the healthy appetites of growing boys, but Eddie started eating enough to support a whole fuckin' football team in training. And he started growing taller and taller. His voice had always been sort of froggy, but now it swooped down low to a deep bass and then cracked like a radio during a thunderstorm. He was hardly past his thirteenth birthday, but he was going through puberty and no mistake about it. He grew so fast that his muscles ached continuously, and I spent many a night massaging him in bed at night to ease the cramps in his legs and arms.
And most importantly of all, he was maturing sexually. His cock seemed to get bigger and bigger every time I sucked it at night. He passed six inches by October, seven inches by Christmas, and kept on goin' strong. I was enormously proud of him, but I couldn't help feeling very left behind as he changed into a different person, a man, while I was still very much a boy.
It was soon after school had started in September when IT happened. We were in the big old bed in our room. Eddie was in a jumpy, fidgety mood. I guess he was just too full of the chemicals that were about to change him so drastically. He had been pacing around the room naked, his cock very hard and horny. I didn't realize then what was going to happen, and I was a little annoyed at him. I wanted the comfort of his prong in my mouth and my pecker in his while we dozed off to sleep, but he didn't want to come to bed. He kept looking at himself in the old mirror by the dressing table. One minute he was pleased with the new growth of his cock hair, which had turned a darker shade of golden brown and was at least noticeable new. Then he would look at his still slim and boyish figure and wonder out loud if he was ever going to grow up. He kept pulling on his prick like that was going to make it longer. He finally gave up his self-inspection and turned out the lights and crawled into bed with me.
"Blow me real good tonight, Tony. I feel extra horny, and my balls are aching me."
"What about me, Eddie?"
"I'll do you in a while. I just feel so horny now, I could jump right out of my skin."
"Shit, you don't have to tell me that. You act like some girl on the rag."
"Shut up and do me, Tony. Come on, I really need it tonight," he pleaded with me.
First he wouldn't come to bed when I wanted him, now he's in a big fuckin' hurry for me to blow him. Oh, well, why argue? He sat up in the bed with his back against the headboard while I stretched out comfortably between his legs on my stomach. I liked to rub my cock on the sheets when I sucked his pecker. I did the best job I could, and I could give head like an expert even at that young age. I kept it up for a long time, must have been an hour, while he ran his fingers through my hair and moaned his pleasure to me. His dick seemed to be leaking more juice than I could remember before. Just like one of the twins or Benjy.
Then he started panting and shoving my head up and down on his dong. "Oh, God, Tony, don't stop. Whatever you do, don't stop now, it feels so funny, so weird and different, I don't know ... Oh, Tony! I think I'm going to!! ! " And he did.
At first, all I felt was surprise. I hadn't expected him to be able to do it. His first load was just one small squirt, hardly more than an eyedropperfull at most. But then I confess I was swept up in a wave of burning jealousy. We had always done things together, always shared everything until now. I cried.
He was so proud of himself at first, that I thought he was going to run downstairs and tell the whole world about his great accomplishment. Then he saw how hurt I was, and he won my heart all over again, as if he needed to. He took me in his arms and rocked me and thanked me for loving him. And he said that the happiest thing he had ever felt was to know that we had shared his first time of being able to cum. I dried my tears and made the best of it. I miss the hell out of him, now, and I only wish he was still around to love me when other, worse things happen to me.
Still, I was the only one in the group who was still too young to come. Eddie and I grew apart some during those couple of years until I caught up with him again. I was jealous when he had sex with the other boys, yet when he wanted to have sex with me, I just felt like he was using me. He got his rocks off, and all I got was more and more frustration. That's when I ran away from home for the first time.
It was late one Saturday morning. We were standing in line at the movie house. Eddie was joking with Steve and Seth about sitting in the balcony. I knew damned well what they were going to be up to in that balcony, and I just couldn't stand it any longer. I told them to go on in, and I would follow them after I went down the street to the drug store to get some candy they didn't sell in the movies. I really was just going to go down to the store and stay there until they got out of the movie, but I saw the bus standing at the curb. I pulled out my wallet and counted up my meager savings. I had been thinking about buying a new reel for my fishing gear, but I found myself on the bus buying a ticket for Bloomington, the college town just down the road a few miles.
I sat there in the musty seat of the big bus, not thinking. Purposefully not thinking about what I was doing or where I was going. I got off the bus at the little bus station cn the corner of Walnut and Tenth Street and started walking back toward the square. The sidewalks were filled with happy-looking faces of students and alumni and townspeople getting ready for the football game that afternoon. I just walked around, mainly following the crowds until I found myself crossing the huge campus toward the football stadium on Seventeenth Street. I didn't have a ticket, and I didn't want to go to a football game anyway so I bought myself a hamburger in the Union and walked along the little creek that runs through the middle of campus. The trees were all turning the beautiful colors of fall, and the creek seemed to be murmuring about all the busy, busy things it had to do. I had nothing to do.
The campus was quickly becoming deserted as all of the people seemed to be sucked into the stadium. There were still people around, but they seemed to be as aimless as I was. I needed to take a leak, so I turned in at one of the classroom buildings. At first, I couldn't find a men's room, but finally I located one on the third floor. My bladder was about to burst, but I walked past the urinals and found a toilet. I hurriedly pulled my pants down and perched my skinny butt on the throne and took a long piss. I noticed that there were pictures drawn all over the walls of the cubicle-pictures of hard cocks and mouths sucking on them, and messages from men who wanted to meet with other men and suck their cocks! My hands were shaking with excitement as I read the things that these men wanted to do, and the descriptions they had written about themselves made my mouth water. My little pecker was soon as hard as could be, and I had my legs spread and was jerking on it for all I was worth. Of course it didn't do me any good. My butt was finally about to go to sleep on me so I reached for some toilet paper to clean up and leave.
When I tore off a strip of the toilet paper, I discovered a hole in the partition between the booths and an eye at that hole, looking at me! My mouth dropped open in surprise, and the eye quickly disappeared. I sat there with the toilet paper in my hand and wondered what to do. Finally, cautiously, I put my own eye up to the hole and peered through.
A boy was sitting on the toilet next to mine. He wasn't much older than Benjy and not nearly so big or well-hung. But he had a hard-on which he was gently stroking every now and then with his fingertips. It was a little over seven inches long, I guess, with a round knob of a head on it. It was very slim and looked somehow dangerous, like the thin flickering tongue of a snake tasting the air for something to strike. I couldn't see his face or shoulders, just his body from about his elbows down. He looked young and slim and tense like a greyhound. His hand gently touched his dick in slow, sexy strokes, just enough to keep it on hard.
I wanted him. I wanted him all on my own. I pushed all thoughts of Eddie out of my mind. The boy must have noticed me looking in at him then.
His hand stopped its stroking suddenly. He pushed his hard prong down between his legs and clamped them over it.
"Let me see it," I whispered.
"Go on, get out of here, kid. You're too young to be hanging around in a place like this," he hissed.
"I'm old enough to know what I want," I whispered defiantly.
"What would a kid like you want in a tearoom?"
"I want to suck your cock."
I kept my eye glued to the peep hole. His hands were clenched on his thin thighs.
"How old are you, kid?"
I lied as big as I dared. "Fifteen."
"Shit! You don't even have any hair on your balls yet. What do you know about sucking cock!"
"You just give me a try and you'll find out. I'm pretty damned good at it."
"My God, do you know how much trouble you could get both of us in if we were caught together in a place like this?"
"Take me somewhere where we won't get caught," I pleaded.
"You aren't working with the police, are you?"
"Hell no! I live out in the country. I took the bus into town to find me a handsome stud like you." Well, maybe that was why I took that bus.
He let his cock pop up from between his legs. It was so witchy and exciting to me. like a magic wand in a sorcerer's hand. "You really want to blow me?"
"Sure."
"Okay. Let's go outside." He still wasn't sure about me, I could tell. He pulled up his pants, and I hurried to do the same. I didn't want to let this one get away from me. He went out, down the hall and down the stairs. I followed him, but he stayed a good ten feet in front of me even when I tried to catch up with him. He went out the main door of the building and walked a ways down the block. Then he stopped and took out a cigarette and turned away from the wind to light it. I could see that he was looking behind me and all around to see if anyone was following us. There was no one in sight. I stopped, too, and looked him over.
He was tall, well over six feet and very thin. His fingers seemed to be nothing but the slenderest bones. His hair was a very light, almost colorless blonde, cut short and shaggy around his ears. His eyes were a light hazel and seemed as shallow as chips of pale-green stone. His cheekbones were high and gave a slant to his eyes. His cheeks were hollow, and his lips were Very thin and pale. He had tiny white teeth. He was wearing wheat jeans, a dark, blood-red T-shirt and a blue windbreaker. He waited while I walked up to him. His crotch showed no sign of anything in it, much less a hard-on.
He squinted through the cigarette smoke down at me. "Still interested?" I nodded my head firmly. "Let's go to my room. My roommate is at the football game. We won't be disturbed."
He turned and walked on down the street. I caught up with him and walked by his side. "What's your name?" I asked him.
"Jerry. What's yours?"
"Tony." We said nothing further until we went into a dorm and into his room. It was a small palce, crowded with furniture. The beds were unmade, and there was clothing slung all over the furniture and floor. He stubbed out his cigarette and swept a pile of clothing off one of the beds. He sat down and beckoned for me to come to him.
"Take off your clothes. It's okay. The door is locked." I began to get a little nervous, but I unbuttoned my shirt and took it off. Then I unbuckled my belt and my pants and pulled them and my underpants down to my knees. My cock snapped up out of the jockey shorts and slapped against my belly. It may not have been very big or hairy yet, but it was as hard as any cock ever made. I stood displaying myself to him, a faint flush rising up my neck as I awaited his reaction.
"How old are you really?"
"Eleven."
"Jesus H. Christ!" He shook his head. "And you've sucked cocks before, grown-up ones?" I nodded my head. "Sit down on the bed and take your shoes off." I did as he wanted, pulling off my heavy shoes and my pants. I lay back on his bed, as utterly naked as an egg. He ran his hand up my leg and handled my little cock and balls, then he stood up and began taking his clothes off. He kept his eyes on me as he stripped, and I stared openly at his body as he revealed it to me. He was so slim that his veins stuck out under his skin like ropes. His muscles were like leather thongs, tough and tight. I saw why his crotch had looked so empty.
He had his dork tucked back behind his balls between his legs. It dropped out of his underwear springy, but not on hard. He stood by the bed. "Do it, if you really know how."
I sat up and put my hands on his knees spread wide apart. I started by touching the flat of my tongue to the inside of one knee and then slowly lapped my way up the inside of his thigh. By the time his balls touched the bridge of my nose, he was panting like a long-distance runner, and his knees were turning to rubber.
"Jesus, Tony, I believe you! I never had any guy get me so hot so fast in my life! Let me he down." His whole face had changed. He had been distant and suspicious before, but now he was eager, open, seeking my approval. I scooted over and let him stretch out on the bed where I had been. I started on the other knee and gave that leg the same treatment as the first. I felt the fine tremors of lust in his legs as I worked on him. I was beginning to relax completely and enjoy myself. He was a handsome boy in his own way, and his cock entranced me.
I washed my tongue back and forth across his ball bag and sucked both of his nuts into my mouth at the same time. His balls weren't nearly as big as Benjy's, but then I could suck on his sac just the way I wanted to. I chewed on the loose skin gently with my teeth and rolled his balls around with my tongue tugging at them with little shakes of my head. His cock was jerking around over his belly like a dowsing rod. He pulled his legs apart and back so his ass-hole was thrust up at me.
"Please, Tony, spit on your finger and stick it up my ass," he whispered in a harsh voice. With my left hand I encircled the base of his cock with my thumb holding up his balls. I wet the bird finger on my right hand with a gob of spit and looked at his ass-hole. It was pink on the inside, quivering and pulsing in time with the spasms that were running through his prong. I touched the tip of my finger to it, and the little bugger nipped at it like a hungry mouth. Fortunately for him, my fingernails were cut very short. I pushed it in a little and met practically no resistance at all.
"Rub your finger on my prostate. Rub it on the back of the root of my cock." I figured out what he wanted me to do and screwed my finger in to the last knuckle. I felt a smooth rounded bulge in the area that he had indicated and began frigging my finger in and out of his ass, being careful to stroke that place with each thrust in and out. I remembered the time a few years earlier when I had rimmed the drunken sailor boy. I jerked his cock with my left hand and finger-fucked his ass-hole with the other until I felt him squeezing down on my finger and jerking his legs up as his orgasm approached.
I pulled my finger out of his ass-hole.
"Oh, God, don't stop now, Tony! I'm going to cum in a minute!"
I replaced my finger with my tongue, worming it up inside his hot hole. His ass came right up off the bed, jumping and jiving on my tongue tip. He was making a high, "EEEEEE!! ! ! " sound and beating his arms on the bed. I felt his cream surging through the length of his prick in my tight grasp. I kept my tongue going and yanked on his prong as he shot off. He was up on his heels and shoulders by then, and his gism smacked wetly on the wall over his head. The last few spurts landed in his hair and on the pillow under his head. He pushed my head away with frantic fingers.
"Stop! Stop, I can't take any more." He lay there with his eyes closed, trying to slow his breaths. His neck and shoulders were marked with bright red blotches. His eyelids fluttered and opened, looking up at the ceiling. "Nobody ever did that to me before now. It was my most secret dream. You did it. It was better than I could ever have imagined."
He made me very happy. I reached out and touched his face. He grabbed my hand and kissed my palm. He licked at my fingers and sucked the middle one I had frigged his ass-hole with. "Do you want to fuck me?" he murmured between my fingers. His eyes glittered like glass.
"I'm not old enough yet," I said with a small sigh. "I can't even cum off yet."
"Do it anyway. I want you to. It will make me feel good, and I'll make you feel good, even if you can't cum."
The idea did excite me. I had never fucked an ass-hole, had never had anyone fuck me. I was afraid that it would hurt. But I wanted to do it to him, to have his body under me as I drove my little nail into his squirming ass. I got on my knees between his outspread legs without a word. He pulled his ass up into the air the way Eddie did when he wanted me to tongue his button for him. It was open a little way and wet with my spit.
I bent my pecker down and put it up to his bung hole. I pushed forward roughly, but he had no difficulty taking my little dick up his butt. He winced once from my roughness, then clamped his ass-hole down tight on my dork. The thing that amazed me the most was how terrifically hot his body was, so much more fiery than a mouth could ever be. His ass pulled and sucked on my dick as I just knelt there and absorbed the new sensations. I had never felt anything so good. Then I began to fuck my dong in and out of his hole.
I looked down my thin belly to where his dick and balls bounced between my legs. I could see my own shaft every now and then, but I ignored it. That long thin cock down there with the round knob on the end, that one is mine. I'm going to fuck till I shoot off all over his belly, I said to myself. I found the whole idea wildly exciting. I fucked faster and faster. The pleasurable feelings were building up and up in my wong and nuts and belly, but not the way I would discover they did when a climax is coming. He was babbling like crazy, wanting me to fuck him harder and harder. He wasn't touching his cock, but I knew from the tense look of it that I was going to bring him off.
He pulled his head up off the pillow so he could look at me. "Fuck me, little boy, Tony, fuck me with your virgin cock!" His eyes were wide open, then they went out of focus. His gism shot up his belly in white streams. I was fucking him off! That was my cock that was sperming off in blast after blast! I was totally swept up in his climax as if it was my own.
When he finished, he kissed me for a while, then he wanted to fuck me, but I wouldn't let him. I was beginning to think of Eddie again in spite of myself. I wanted to leave. I wanted to go home. I told him that I had to get back to the bus station. "Thanks for the good time, Jerry," I said.
"My name really isn't Jerry," he said. "I was afraid to tell you then. My name is Eric. Let me give you my phone number." He wrote it down for me and begged me to call him up whenever I came into town. I threw it away when I got outside. I had told him my real name. I walked back to the square and called home. I told them where I was and to come get me.
Eddie's eyes were red from crying when the truck pulled up in front of the courthouse to pick me up. He had cried for me.
CHAPTER FOUR
All the way home Uncle Ikey kept muttering, "Boy, are you goin't' get it when you get home," and shaking his head at the prospect. I thought he was going to whip me, but he never laid a finger on me or even scolded me. Aunt Mamie took care of that! She chewed me out so bad I was ready to get ten whippings instead of the abuse she heaped on me. Eddie caught hell for letting me out of his sight, and poor old Uncle Ikey got a share of the shit for just being in the area at the time. After that, the relationship between Eddie and me and Aunt Mamie began to cool off rapidly. My running away just smelled too much to her like what her sister's daughter, our mother, had done, and we were now classified by her as the same kind of trash. She had been nice enough to us before that episode, but I think it was our approaching maturity that was to blame as much as anything else. She just didn't like anything with two legs and a set of balls that wasn't completely broken in and domesticated like Uncle Ikey. Uncle Ikey, on the other hand, became more friendly in his shy and gentle way as his wife got more shrewish and suspicious.
Things got better, too, between Eddie and me. We were still different, and he still was so much more grown up than I was, but that night after I got home, he held me in his arms in the old bed and rocked me and cried. "Don't ever run away from me, Tony. Don't ever go away. You're the only thing I have left, the only one I care about. Don't ever run away again." I only wish he had taken his own advice.
After all the hoopla died down, I told Eddie all about my afternoon with Jerryeric. He was all excited about it, and was all for sneaking off on another Saturday to meet with the guy. I told him that I had thrown away his phone number and didn't ever want to see him again.
"Why not, Tony?"
"He lied to me when I asked him what his name was."
"Just for lying? Shit, we both lie all the time and you know it."
"Not like that. He didn't have to. I just, I don't know, I just don't want to see him again." Unfortunately, I've met a lot of Jerryerics since then.
"You didn't cum when you fucked him, did you, Tony."
"No."
"I'm glad. I want to be the one with you when you do it the first time, like you were with me. It's important. Did he really like it when you did it to him?"
"God, yes, he was crazy for it."
"Do you want to do me, Tony? You can if you want to."
"Not now, Eddie. I feel so ... tired out inside from all the yelling and everything." I sat up in the bed and crawled down to the foot and turned to face my brother.
"What are you doing?"
"I just want to look at you."
"Look at me? You see me all the time."
"I know, but I missed you this afternoon. I want to catch up on seeing you."
"You're crazy as a coot, but I love you anyway."
The moon was so full and enormous that the sky seemed to ache with the weight of its glory. It filled our bedroom with light far whiter than sunshine. Eddie lay on the bed before me on the shimmering sheet of moonlight. He was the handsomest boy I had ever seen in my life. Or at least that was the truth of my heart. His skin appeared paler than it's normal rosy-golden tan, more like the pale fire of the moon itself. His dark brown hair looked completely black. His eyes were only glints above his strong, sharp nose. His lips were full and still faintly red in the moonlight. The muscles of his neck were so fine and strong under his clear skin. I could see each muscle, each vein just beneath the surface.
His shoulders were getting much broader, but were still thin, the bones fragile yet. His chest was broad, too, but nis breasts were flat and the nipples tiny darker dots on his skin. His ribs showed in spite of the way he ate so much. His arms were already very long and his hands were much, much bigger than mine, with the clumsy strength of early adolescence. His feet were very big, too. They seemed to spread out like strong roots on a young tree, not thick and awkward, but with strength and grace in the perfect structure of the bones and sinews.
His belly was so thin that his hipbones stuck up under his skin. The hair around his crotch was still short and fine and delicate, not even dark enough to shadow the light coming in the window. His cock lay darker and more mature on his thigh. It was growing even faster than his cockhair. It was thick and sleepy-looking, now. His young balls hung between his legs below it, still not that much bigger than my own pair.
I turned and looked at myself in the mirror. What a sad sight! I wasn't nearly as handsome as Eddie. My hair was almost black even in the sunlight, and my skin tanned a much darker, more olive color and stayed darker even in the winter. I knew that I had great big dark eyes, though I couldn't see them then. My nose was short, my lips too full and dark red. The rest of me was just a skinny little boy. My pecker was hard from looking at Eddie. I got up on my knees and thrust my belly and dick out to make a shadowy outline in the mirror.
The smooth curve of my belly stopped at my crotch where the shadow of my cock jutted out and up. It was only about five inches long and an inch wide, standing almost straight up along my belly. There was just a faint suggestion of my ball bag to be seen in the glass, but my ass stuck out plenty in back. It was very full and round, not fat, but firm and meaty, compared to the rest of me anyway.
Eddie was looking at me now. His cock gave a jerk and rolled up onto his belly. As it swelled and lengthened, it formed a long triangular spear point with his balls, pointing straight up his stomach. "You don't look tired on the outside, Tony. I've got a cherry ass-hole just itching to be broken in by a boy I know. You ready?"
I was ready!
He hooked his legs up out of the way with his elbows. His ass was spread wide open with his cock mashed right into his belly like he was trying to fuck his belly button. "Come and get it, Tony, fuck your brother's ass-hole. Screw the gism out of my balls, boy!" He panted in expectation. He hadn't given the possibility of pain a thought, or if he had, it didn't matter to him. He wriggled his hairless butt around on the bed, waiting eagerly to lose the virginity of his ass.
I lay down on the bed with my head in his crack. "No, not that. Fuck me, Tony."
"Let me do it the way I want to. I'm the expert, remember," I laughed.
He just barely was able to hold still for me as I slowly and sensuously ate out his ass-hole. He was smoother and sexier than Jerryeric had been. His bung hole was utterly hairless and tight as I struggled to stick my whole tongue up inside him and whip it around like an egg beater. I fucked him with my tongue tip until my jaws ached from holding them so wide open. He was breathing hard and murmuring his intense pleasure.
"Fuck it, do it now, Tony! I can't hold off much longer if you keep rimmin' me."
I pulled myself up onto my knees. My dong was as hard as a steel-wrecking bar and as hot as a Roman candle. I didn't have any pre-cum of my own, but there was plenty of my spit up there in his ass-hole. I bent my prick down to his back door and touched the flaming tip to the entrance. I shook like from a chill as the amazing heat of his body enveloped me. He was squeezed down tight in spite of his efforts to relax and open up. I pressed in firmly, but not forcing my way. Gradually he opened up as I massaged his small butt hole with the head of my cock. Then suddenly, I was inside.
The feeling of his flesh spreading open and grabbing at my little cock made me cry out in ecstasy. Eddie clamped his hand over my mouth and bit his lip tightly. We waited to hear if we had awakened the two old people, but they apparently slept through it.
"Oh, God, you're so tight, Eddie, does it hurt you?" I blurted out as soon as he uncovered my mouth.
"It did just at first, not bad, and it doesn't hurt now, little brother. Go to it. Fuck me hard."
I took him at his word. My young rod seemed to be clutched in a boiling tube of writhing muscles as he squirmed his ass around me. The pleasure was even greater than with Jerryeric because this was my brother, and I loved him. We were united again, sharing the intimate union of ass-fucking. The springs in the old bed were jangling and dancing as I heaved my little butt and dick down on him, driving my spoke into his gut and yanking it back out as fast as I could go. I was sweating furiously even in the cool autumn air, and so was Eddie. The muscles of my back and legs seemed to be made of steel springs, never tiring as long as I was giving my brother and me such incredible pleasure.
The head of Eddie's cock was leaking pre-cum and sliding around on his belly as I fucked him. He was getting close to his climax; I could tell by the way his ass-hole was clipping at my dick and by the wild look on his face. He spread his legs further apart and strained to lift his head up to mine. His breath was being pounded out of his body in fierce hissing grunts from between his clenched teeth. He opened his mouth and let his tongue slide out. "Ki ... Kiss me, Tony!"
I thrust my tongue into his mouth and pressed my body down on top of his. The ring of strong muscles around the opening of his ass-hole clamped down in convulsions on the end of my cock, and I felt his hot seed spray out of his cock between our bellies. He hunched his ass up on my rod a couple of times, trying to get the last bit of pleasure out of our fuck as the last of his gism escaped from his dork. I nearly fainted with the pleasure. I had not been able to cum, but that wasn't really necessary just then. I was totally joined with my beloved brother at the moment of his ecstasy, and that was enough.
He let go of his legs and let them stretch out on the bed alongside my own. My short cock slipped out of his ass-hole, but I still was trapped between his legs and ass cheeks. I rubbed my taut belly on his cock, feeling the hot slippery cum squishing between us. We lay like that for a while, shuddering in the last spasms of joy and resting, skin to skin. His arms were tightly around me, and he was kissing the top of my head and licking at my hair.
"Eddie."
"Hmmm?"
"Eddie, was it good?"
"Fantastic!" he murmured with passion.
"Do it to me, Eddie."
"You really want me to?"
"Yes, as soon as you can get it back up."
"It never went down, can't you tell?"
I wriggled my belly on his hard cock. I was drunk with passion. "Can you do it now?"
"Just give me a chance, stud!" I pulled myself off him. The sticky gism made a smacking sound as our stomachs separated. I hated to give up the pleasure of touching belly to belly, but I was eager to feel his cock inside me.
"Roll over on your back," he whispered.
"No, I want you to fuck me like a dog. Do it like a big bull fucking a cow." I had my head down on the pillow with my ass stuck up in the air. I was just itching to have him plunge his prong into my ass-hole and fuck me as hard as I had fucked him. In our eagerness, he positioned himself on his knees behind me. His hand was trembling as he gripped a cheek of my ass and guided his dork up to my ass-hole. I began a long, drawn-out moan when I felt his cock knob touch me there. I wanted him so badly. He pressed forward, but my ass-hole was as tight and tiny as a keyhole. I tried desperately to push out like I was taking a shit, but every effort just made my bunghole tightened up more. He pushed harder, but he got nowhere.
It was the same frustration, only much worse this time. I cursed myself, and tears came to my eyes. Why couldn't I do anything right to give us the pleasure we both wanted so badly?
"Just relax, Tony. I've got to get you warmed up and ready the way you did with me." His fingers spread my ass open, and then the familiar ecstasy of his tongue was on my tense ass-hole. He began by lapping his tongue across the tight rosebud until the skin of my butt hole was feeling like a blazing sun. Then he teased the tip of his tongue into the center with little licking jabs. I slowly opened up for him, or rather, my whole ass melted before the heat of his attack. I felt like my whole butt was turning to butter, and he was eating me up! He wormed his darting tongue into me until he could stick it in and out with ease. I was ready for him to fuck me now.
But he replaced his tongue first with his finger. I felt the hardness of his fingernail and its rough edge. It didn't hurt so much as tickle me. His fingertip wiggled around inside my ass-hole, pulling gently at the tight muscles and easing them open. Then he slid it in further. I experimented with clipping my butt hole on his finger and then relaxing it. I got so I could control the movements much better.
He eased his finger in more, and touched my prostate for the first time. It was like a blast of electricity through my whole body. I thought the top of my head was going to blow off. Instantly, I thrust my ass back on his fingers and rubbed my prostate on it. The feeling was just incredible! It felt a million times better than anything he or any other boy had been able to give me by doing anything with my dick. My belly felt swollen with a heavy feeling of lust filling it like water bulging a toy balloon. I had to relax all my muscles. My legs went limp, my belly sagged, and most of all, my ass-hole opened up like a train tunnel! I was utterly open, panting, lusting for a fuck!
I was as surprised as Eddie was at the change which had happened to me. I had turned from a tense, nervous, virginal little boy into a mass of lust in a matter of seconds. I begged him to pull his finger out and jam his cock in.
"What happened to you, Tony? What did I do?" I moved his finger around inside my ass-hole as easily as if it were in my open mouth. Then I surprised us both again by clamping down so tightly on his finger that I could have shut off the blood flowing through it and opened completely back up again.
"I don't know, Eddie. I don't care. Just fuck me!" I was having trouble remembering to keep breathing, it felt so fucking good to have a finger up my butt touching that magic spot up inside.
He wasted no more time. He pulled himself back into position on his knees and pulled his finger out. As soon as it was out, I started to tighten up again, but he soon had the head of his dork in place and pushed it in so that the ring of my ass was just around his dick behind his knob. He was panting and snorting like a madman at the new sensation, and I was doing the same.
"Oh, Tony! Oh, Tony!" Was all that he could manage to say for a while. He had to hold himself still for a few minutes. He was afraid of hurting me, and he was very close to cumming off instantly. There was no pain for me at all. The only thing that hurt like hell was my intense desire for him to shaft the whole fucking thing up inside me and get to it right away! I ached all over my body in my utter need for him to fuck me, but I didn't want him to cum too soon. I wanted him to fuck me constantly for the rest of my life!!
He got some control over himself just as I was about to die of impatience. Slowly, smoothly, he thrust his whole six and a half inches into my jumping, jerking ass. He was all the way in, right up to his fuzzy little nuts. I wanted more! I wanted him to cram his whole body up in there and jump around and ravish me. When the head of his cock glided over my prostate, I thought I was going to have to scream! I buried my head in the pillow and jammed the corner of it into my mouth.
He stopped. "Am I hurting you, Tony?"
I shook my head with the pillow still in my mouth.
"Then why are you doing that?"
I shook my head again and reached back with both hands and grabbed his ass. I pulled him into me as far as he could go and twisted my ass around in circles, grinding my butt into his crotch and clamping the muscles of my gut around on his hot dick. He gasped and shook at what I was doing to him, but it was doing as much or more for me, too!
"Oh, stop! Wait a minute, Tony. I can't hold it! Stop or I'm going to cum, I. . . "
I didn't give him a chance. I couldn't wait either. I thrust my ass back at him, then clamped down so tightly on it that I could have pulled his pecker right out by the roots. I pulled my ass forward, dragging down hard on his dork until my own cock was poking right up into my belly. I kept it up, faster and faster. He just knelt there. He didn't have to do anything. I was doing it all. Which was pretty good in a way, because he was utterly paralyzed with the passion that I was building up inside of him. My ass was humping back and forth on his pole like a steam engine gone amuck.
I felt his cock swelling up even bigger inside my bung hole and the frantic scratching of his fingernails on my back. He clutched at my shoulders and slammed his cock in as far as it would go. I thought he was going to manage to drive his balls right in with his shaft. He choked off a scream of passion into a thin whine in my ear as he crushed my body between his cock and his hands. I felt every single drop of his cum as it shot and splashed and gushed into my ass. I could feel the pulse of every separate artery of his dork and the waves of sperm as they raced from his cock root to the very tip of his prick to leap out into me.
My own cock was so hard that it hurt very bad. I felt it actually stretch and tear inside from the force of the blood built up from the fuck. It seemed to actually grow in a matter of seconds. I was working my ass as best as I could on Eddie's wong while he creamed off in me. I couldn't cum, and now it just wasn't good enough to get my pleasure second-hand from Eddie.
No sooner had he spurted the last of his load into me, than I clamped my ass down on him and started screwing another load out of him. He gasped and shuddered and begged for me to stop. His cock head was so terribly sensitive that what I was doing to him was as much painful as pleasurable. I didn't care. Nothing could stop me then. As I worked him quickly back up to a full hard-on, his hips began to cooperate with me, as if they had a mind of their own. Before he knew what he was doing, he was fucking my ass-hole full blast again, and I was sucking on his cock with my insatiable ass.
He was sweating and drooling down on my shoulder, his whole fucking mind melted like butter on a blazing hot skillet. He had turned into a human fucking machine and was servicing me just the way I wanted it. His pole was even bigger than before, but this time, he was not so sensitive. He was ramming and cramming my butt hole like his dork was made of heavy stone and could feel nothing at all. He fucked faster and faster, smacking his crotch against my firm, rubbery ass as hard as he could.
I felt like a volcano about to explode. I touched my cock tentatively and almost burned my fingers, it felt so hot and hard. I wondered if I was going to cum. The lust just kept building up and up inside my ass-hole and balls and flowed in surges into my aching meat. But I had nothing to cum with, no juice, no gism. That didn't stop Eddie, though. He was building up for his third load. I don't think he could have stopped if the Second Coming had occurred right then and God with all his angels had appeared in the bedroom. The bed was slamming against the wall like an iron monster trying to break the house down. I didn't care who we woke up. I wanted to feel his cum boil out of his balls again and burn into my butt.
He was getting there! He was going to do it. He was going to dump another hot load of sperm into me. My tongue was sticking out like crazy, and I must have been holding my breath as I concentrated every ounce of my whole being into fucking my ass on his driving dong. Here it comes!
I felt his cum gush out of his rod. I felt his balls pumping it into me. I felt him biting my neck like a bulldog as he clung to my back in the storm of his orgasm. I felt a sharp pain shoot through my dick like a flaming-hot razor blade slashing down the length of the shaft. Then I passed out cold, my mind burnt out like a light bulb.
When I came to, I was on my back with Eddie kissing me feverishly. I was kissing him back. I must not have been out for more than a few seconds, because he hadn't even realized that I had flaked out at all. My cock was still extremely hard and hurting and dry. But something had happened to me. I think I had experienced a rare event. A dry cum. If the sexual pressures are built up high enough in a boy, no matter how immature he is, he will have the equivalent of an orgasm just from the stimulation of the nerves themselves without any cream to shoot off or anything. The result is not as pleasant as an ordinary orgasm because it just blows your mind, like a fuse blowing out. You pass out and don't really get to enjoy it.
Eddie was utterly exhausted by then and fell asleep almost instantly, but not me. I was so horny that I thought I was going to die. I looked down at Eddie's limp body sprawled out on the bed and watched him sleep the deep sleep of a worn-out child. Meanwhile, I had stuck one of my fingers up my ass-hole and was frigging my own butt.
I sucked on Eddie's cock while he slept, but he was so far gone that I couldn't rouse him or get him hard again. I tasted the faint bitter flavor of my own ass on his dick while I sucked. I didn't care. I was wild for sex. One finger wasn't good enough. I slipped another one into my cummy hole and frigged faster. That felt better. I gave up on Eddie and rolled over on my back. I fed another finger in and stretched my ass-hole as far open as I could, jamming my fingers up until they pushed on the back of my prostate.
I looked up at the moon, my face as swollen with lust as the moon was full of light. I giggled. I bayed at the big white fat fucker up there in the sky and jammed another finger in. I had all my fingers in except my thumb. I had no grease except for Eddie's cum, and I couldn't get my fingers in far enough for my thumb to make it, too. The cum was drying up and getting sticky so I had to stop. I flopped my feet back out on the bed and fell asleep immediately. I dreamed of the day when I would be able to cum. I would take the biggest cocks in the world up my ass-hole, whole hands, fists, horse cocks, and it would feel better and better!! ! ! ! !
CHAPTER FIVE
The next morning was Sunday, of course, and Aunt Mamie renewed her chewing on my ear as soon as we got up. She hounded us through breakfast and off to church. She said I should pray for forgiveness for my sins, especially for running away from home. I sat through church with a sunny smile on my face, not hearing a damned word of it. I didn't feel the tiniest twinge of guilt for anything I had done, except maybe for having made Eddie cry, and I had asked his forgiveness for that. I've never felt guilty for being what I am.
Finally at Sunday dinner, Uncle Ikey prayed a little harder than usual for Christian peace to settle on his household, and Aunt Mamie took the hint and shut up. See, religion isn't so bad after all! Eddie and I got a chance to slip away after we had helped clean up after dinner. The day was just glorious with all the brilliant colors of fall and the crisp clean smell of the autumn air. We walked toward the woods to talk. I wanted to fuck again as soon as we were out of sight of anyone, and Eddie thought that idea was fine, but I also told him that I wanted to fuck all the other boys, too. He wasn't so wild about that.
"Couldn't we just keep it to ourselves, Tony?"
"Why? Are you ashamed of me?"
"No, just jealous a little, I guess. I want to keep you all to myself."
"Think you can keep me satisfied?"
He laughed. "No, I guess not. Well what do you want to do?"
"Let's find Benjy. I got some ideas I think might be fun to try out." It took us a while to locate him, but we finally did. He was in a clearing in the woods that bordered on an old quarry. He was stripped to the skin and carrying slabs of rock over to a p'le he had made. I never knew any human who enjoyed physical labor the way that idiot did. Even when he played, he worked.
"What you doin', Benjy?"
"Making a pile."
"What for?"
He just shrugged his shoulders and grinned. "It's fun."
"Want to play some games with us?"
"Sure, soon as I finish makin' this here pile."
There was no use arguing with him, so we just stretched out on the grass under the shade of some trees and watched him. He was a sheer delight to see. His body was very big and strong, but not at all like the muscle boys I've seen since then. They build up each one of their muscles separately and to ridiculous proportions. Benjy was naturally big-muscled. He didn't bulge all over his body, either, until he wanted to pick up something like a slab of limestone that weighed a couple hundred pounds. Then he would squat down with his back kept straight and his long dong hangin' down onto the ground and grasp the rock with his thick fingers. His leg muscles would swell up like a balloon being blown up; his arms would knot up, and the rock would come up like a slab of angel food cake in his hands. He wouldn't even sweat with the effort unless the day was very hot. He didn't do it to show off, either. He was working by himself when he found him. And he didn't do it to make himself strong. He did it from the sheer enjoyment of physical effort, a delight in using his muscles. His "work" was as aimless as usual. It couldn't be focused to any constructive purpose unless someone stood over him and told him every single thing to do, but he was happy with his play.
I was happy watching not only his muscles, but also the swing of his huge heavy nuts and the flopping of his firehouse between his legs. His skin was absolutely flawless with the fat veins swollen from his efforts bulging along his rock-hard legs, his flat stomach, his arms as thick as young saplings. His face wasn't vacant or dull-looking like some dummies you see, either. He had the look in his eyes of a playful child, and he took the joyful interest that a four-year-old would show in something new, something that was fun.
When he had moved all the rocks in the clearing to his pile, he considered the job done and came over to where we were lying. He stretched out on the ground beside us and waited for us to show him our new game. It made a hell of a sight. His huge bronze-muscled body, Eddie's lanky, early adolescent form, and my little-boy shape lined up in a row.
"What you guys want to do? You want me to suck your cocks? Or you want to jack me off?" His eyes crinkled with mischief. He knew just enough to know that our games were not supposed to be talked about with other people.
"Tony learned a new game."
His eyes opened wide. Something new was hardly to be imagined. Something new had to be something wonderful. "Show me!"
Eddie and I began to take our clothes off, and Benjy began fingering his incredible cock while we stripped. He had learned that our games required a hard dick on his part, so he automatically got it up for us when we started taking our clothes off. The sight of the long hunk of meat growing even longer was enough to get me even harder than I had been from watching him work. The sight of his body would have raised a boner on a mummy! I lay down on my back on the soft grass and pulled my legs up.
"Come over here, Benjy, and eat out my ass-hole for me."
"Sure, Tony, but I done that before."
"Just be patient. We'll show you the new part." He crawled over on his hands and knees and went to work on my hot hairless butt. We had taught him how to give a good rim job, and he went at it like a pro. He had a big tongue and could really screw it up a guy's ass-hole and clean it out for him. When he had me panting and as open as the Holland Tunnel, I pushed him away.
"Now suck on Eddie's cock a little bit."
"Aw! I done that before too, haven't I?"
"Just do it, Benjy. Don't ask questions or we won't let you play our game with us." He did as he was told. He could take not only Eddie's dick, but his balls, too into his mouth. He gave them a good tongue-washing while Eddie squirmed with pleasure and anticipation for what was going to come.
"Now, just watch this, Benjy. Frig my ass with your finger, Eddie." Eddie got between my legs and wormed his finger up my butt hole and began frigging me as he had done the night before.
"Have you ever done that, Benjy?"
He shook his head.
"Would you like to try it?"
"You want me to stick my finger up your ass, Tony?"
"Not yet. Why don't you stick your finger up your own ass, Benjy."
His face brightened with the novelty of the idea. He watched Eddie frigging me, then spread his own legs and pulled his balls out of the way so he could get his hand down to his ass-hole.
"Spit on your finger first."
He did as I suggested and pushed his thick finger up his butt. He curled over and pulled hard on his balls to get a sight of himself giving his ass-hole a finger-fuck.
"How does that feel, Benjy."
"Okay. Kind of nice."
"Now watch this, Benjy. This is the best part." I nodded to Eddie. He was about to die from waiting for me to give the signal. He pulled his finger out and hunched over me, getting his dick into position. Benjy got right up close, so he wouldn't miss a thing. Eddie pushed the head of his cock into my butt, then fed the rest of it right in. He supported his weight on his hands and started fucking away.
"Hey, that's like fuckin' isn't it?" he asked in amazement.
"That is fucking, Benjy. Who told you about fucking?"
"Oh, Seth and Steve told me all about it, and I seen horses and cows doin' it, but I never seen people do it before. Is it fun?"
"It's the best fun there is!"
"Can I feel?"
"Sure, go right ahead." With one hand he was stroking the long shaft of his cock, flipping his lingers up at the end of each stroke to rub across its broad head. With the other hand he reached out and caressed my ass, letting Eddie's balls bounce off the back of his hand. He put his fingertip right at the rim of my ass-hole so that he could feel me and Eddie's pumping shaft at the same time. Eddie was really giving my prostate a good drubbing, and my cock was starting to ache with the extreme pressure that was building up in it. Benjy slipped his hand between our bellies and held my slim shaft in his strong, callused fingers.
"Is he goin' to shoot off in your ass-hole, Tony?"
"It sure feels that way to me, Benjy. Why don't you spit on your finger and stick it up his ass while he's fucking me?"
Benjy giggled with delight. I couldn't see him doing it, but I watched the effects of his frigging in my brother's face. Eddie's eyes nearly popped out of his head, and his tongue hung out of his mouth. He started making wheezing grunts. His thrusts up my ass got deeper and more irregular. He was losing his fucking rhythm as his mind melted in lust.
"Are you getting ready to cum, Eddie?"
He nodded, his face swollen with passion. "Grab his ass, Benjy, and fuck his cock in and out of me," I ordered. Benjy kept his finger up Eddie's hole and cupped his little butt in his huge hand. The rhythm suddenly got a lot faster and more steady.
Eddie's body was just bouncing off mine like a rag doll in the grasp of a giant. Benjy was making him fuck so hard that I started to slide across the grass under the force of his thrusts. Eddie just collapsed on top of me and let Benjy do all the fucking for him. His rod inside me was jerking and throbbing, then I felt the flood of cum boiling out of his balls and splashing onto the sensitive flesh of my guts. Benjy slammed his pecker in and out of my butt even faster when he felt Eddie's ass-hole clipping on his finger. Poor Eddie nearly screamed with the pleasure he was getting. When he had finished cumming, I had to tell Benjy to stop.
As soon as Eddie slid off of me, Benjy was squatting between my legs, fingering his cock and staring at my ass-hole. "Can I fuck you now, Tony? It just looks terrific." I had never seen the boy so excited about anything before. Not even when he got his first blow job from Eddie and me back at the swimming hole.
"I don't know, Benjy. You're awfully big."
He stuck out his lip and pouted just like a little kid. His eyes were filling with tears, and his Up was quivering like he was going to cry.
"I wish I had a little one again like Eddie's so I could fuck you, Tony. I want to do it so bad."
"I tell you what, Benjy. I'll let you suck Eddie's gism out of my ass-hole. How's that?"
He turned his head away and plucked at the leaves of grass, pouting and petulant. "Don't want to. Wanna fuck you!"
"Now, Benjy, you're not being a good boy. You might have to get a whippin' if you act like that."
"Don't care! Whippin's don't bother me none. You just whip me all you want to. If you won't let me play," his voice broke in an enormous shuddering sob of misery, "then I'll just go home!" He was crying like a heart-broken little boy.
"Tell you what, Benjy?" He peeked back at me from the corner of his eye, his mouth still turned down in a ludicrous pout. "I might let you fuck me if you can pass the test."
His face lit up immediately. "What test, Tony? I can pass it. I can do anything you want me to, honest I will! You just tell me."
"Well, it might hurt. . . "
He waved his hand as if to brush off a tiny bug that was annoying him. "I can take it. Don't you worry none about that!" He stuck out his chin defiantly.
"You'll have to do just exactly what I say, and let me do anything I want to you. And if it hurts a lot, well, you can say how much it hurts, but you can't flinch or pull back."
"Go ahead. I promise, Tony, cross my heart and hope to die!" Eddie was watching all of this with a feverish look in his eyes. I had promised him some fun, but neither of us had planned anything as exciting as the possibilities that lay before us. Eddie's young cock was up again, and he was clutching it like it was going to get away from him.
"First, I think we're goin' to have to whip you, Benjy."
"That's fine, Tony. You just whip the shit out of me and see if I even jump when you pop me on the ass." He grinned all over his fool face while Eddie and I pulled our belts out of our pants, which were lying on the grass. Benjy stood up, his giant cock still jutting up proudly from between his brawny thighs. I took the buckle of my belt in my hand and wrapped it once around the palm. Eddie did the same. I didn't want to hurt Benjy so much as I wanted the pleasure of utterly dominating him and seeing just how far he would go in pleasing me.
I swung the belt as hard as I could and landed it with a sharp smack across his meaty butt. He laughed like I was tickling him. But that stripe of red across his ass told me that I had landed a good solid lick on him. Eddie took a turn and really put his shoulder behind his swing. He caught Benjy across the backs of his legs just below his ass. Benjy laughed again.
"Whip me, Tony! It don't hurt hardly at all. I told you whippin's don't bother me none!"
We laid at him, taking turns back and forth. We turned his ass bright red with the strokes of our leather belts, but the big guy not only didn't seem to mind the beating, he actually seemed to be enjoying the hell out of himself. I thought maybe we were holding back a little, so I whipped his ass as hard as I possibly could, until my arm was hurting with the effort. He just laughed and danced around between Eddie and me the way a guy will in a shower that's a little too hot or too cold. He would bend over and stick his hard round ass out for us and tell us to really beat his butt with those belts. We did our level best, landing the stinging leather across his buns and legs and back and even whipping the ends around across his belly and chest. The idiot thought it was more fun than a snowball fight. His cock swung around and slapped against his belly and legs almost like another thick leather belt beating him. I landed one right across his balls one time when he turned. I didn't mean to do it because I was really scared to hurt him seriously. The smack of the blow as followed by a yelp from Benjy. The color in his face paled a little bit, but his smile never faltered.
"Now, you're doing it! That's more like it, boys! That one across the nuts, Tony, that one hurt me a little. Do it again." He spread his legs apart and held his dork up against his belly. His balls hung down in his sac like the bag on a stud bull. "Whip my nuts!"
I hesitated. I mean he really had me beat then. He could really get hurt permanently that way. Ruined for life, but he didn't care and wasn't about to admit that the pain was more than he could take. I wasn't about to take any chances like that. I knew that he would repeat any kind of lie we told him to tell a doctor, but no doctor was going to be fooled when all those belt marks were plain to see. Besides, I liked the damned fool and fortunately had a little more common sense than he did. I popped him a couple of times real easy with the end of the belt, just enough to get his balls swinging good. Eddie and I were so hot and horny by then that I was afraid that we were going to get carried away.
Benjy was rubbing his belly like he had just eaten some extra good ice cream and smiling his head off. "That's neat Tony, that's fun. You want to do it some more?" he asked when I finally stopped.
"No, that's enough of that for right now. You got that piece of hog-jowl skin with you Eddie."
"In my pants pocket," he answered. "Get it out."
Perhaps I should explain here for city slickers what I was talking about. Hog jowl is the cheek of a pig and is smoked and cured like a side of bacon. The skin is so thick and tough that it can't be eaten with the rest, so the cook carefully cuts it off in one piece and uses it for seasoning greens or beans. But country boys have other uses for it too. The inside of the skin is covered with a layer of slippery, greasy fat. You can take the piece of skin, if you are so inclined, and wrap it around your cock. It makes a wonderfully slippery tight tube to jerk off in, all hot and greasy and smelling of smoked bacon.
Eddie handed me his hog skin rolled up in a tube, and I spread it open and told Benjy to lie down on the grass. I rubbed my right hand all over the fat until I had it as greased up as I could get it. Then I told Benjy to spread his ass for me. I rubbed the hog-skin all over his ass-hole, then slipped a finger inside his bung. His cock jerked in appreciation of the attention I was giving his ass-hole. I frigged him a little, then slipped another finger in beside the first one. He just liked that even better.
"Are you going to fuck me, Tony?"
"I don't know. I might have to let Eddie fuck you. He's got a hard-on so bad I think he's going to shoot off all over the grass. But I'm not finished yet." I put a third finger in. "How does that feel, Benjy?"
"Real good, real horny! Let Eddie fuck me when you're finished. Then I can fuck you. Remember, you promised, Tony."
"I'll remember." In fact, my eyes were fixed on the throbbing shaft of his huge wong and wondering if I could possibly take a dork like that up my ass-hole. I was damned sure goin' to try. I added my pinky to the rest and continued to frig him. My fingers were in a bunch like a wedge as I pushed them slowly in and out of his ass-hole. I tucked my thumb into that wedge and forced my fingers in to the knuckles. He grunted and spread his legs further apart.
"You startin' to hurt, Benjy?"
"No, not at all," he said, but I could see that he was looking a little tense around the mouth.
I twisted my hand around and slowly began to force it in. He groaned. His ass-hole spread up over the knuckles of my hand then over the last joint of my thumb. I kept on pushing straight in until he was clamping in spasms over my wrist. My whole hand was up inside his ass. He was breathing a little hard by then, but his dong was still dancing around on his belly with no signs of going soft on us. "How's that now?"
"That, that hurts some, Tony," he admitted.
"You want me to stop?"
"Oh, no! Don't stop!"
With my hand still inside his ass, I formed my hand into a fist. He turned white around his mouth. I twisted my fist and pushed in further and further. Remember, now, I only had a little grease from the hog skin for lubrication. I watched with breath-taking lust as my arm disappeared into his body. I had it up him to my elbow!
"How are you doin' now, Benjy?"
He was panting and gasping for breath. "I'm all right, Tony. It hurts some, but it's going away."
I pulled my hand back out to the wrist and rammed it back into him. He pinched his lips shut, but made no sound. I repeated the fist-fucking faster and faster. From my wrist to my elbow as fast as I could go with his ass-hole grabbing my arm like quicksand. "How does that feel?"
He let out his breath in a hissing gasp and heaved his belly up in the air on my arm. He shook in huge spasms and shot an enormous load of steaming hot gism all over his face and chest. He just hung there and pumped the cum out in leaping torrents. When he could get a breath of air, he looked up at me with ropes of sticky cum hanging off his face. "I'm sorry, Tony. I just couldn't hold it any more. I had to go off. Is it all right? Are you mad at me?"
I was a little shaken myself. Here I thought I was giving him a little torture, while the big guy was only trying to keep from getting his rocks off from the thrills I was giving him! "You did just fine, Benjy, just fine!"
Well, there was no putting it off any longer. I set Eddie to licking the cum off Benjie's face while I took the hog skin and rolled it into a tube inside out. I stuffed the greasy skin up my ass-hole and got it as ready for the big boy as best I could. I lay back on the grass, face up, and spread my legs. Benjy was instantly hard as he saw what I had in mind. I rubbed the fat over his steaming prong and bent it down to my back door.
The knob on the end of it didn't seem much smaller than my fist! He was very eager, but gentle, and let me ease him in just right so his dong wouldn't tear me in half. I got my magic "Open Sesame" working and had surprisingly little difficulty. I tell you, I got the best ass-hole in the business! He filled me up all right. I've never had a bigger human cock up my ass since the last time he fucked me. I'll tell you about the other good things I've had up there later.
His cock was so hot and hard, it was like a blazing steel bar inside my guts, but it didn't hurt so much as set me on fire. I could feel him nearly up to my belly button by the time he had eased it all the way in. It felt about a mile long and a furlong wide! He didn't need to rub my prostate, he was totally fucking my entire body! When he got it in good, I pulled him down on top of me with his weight on his hands and told Eddie to get his cock up Benjy's ass at the same time that the big guy was scewing my butt.
We held still while Eddie got into position. When he had his dick well up inside Benjy, he lay flat out on Benjy's back and let him carry his weight while he resumed fucking my butt.
It was just terrific! As Benjy fucked, his cock seemed to get bigger and bigger inside me. My mind went all cloudy and smoky with lust. I was just fuckin' burnin' up from the inside out. I was drifting away on a cloud of incense as my legs were jerked back and forth with his thrusts up into my body. His balls were bouncing off my ass. I don't remember much of the end of it very clearly. I can remember voices screaming in pleasure. I j think one of them was mine. I also remember quite dearly the incredible, almost painfully hot feeling of his gism leaping and splashing out into my gut. It seemed like an unbelievable amount since he had just shot off a few minutes before. That's all I remember. The rest of it is just a blood-colored haze in my memory. A delicious, blazing, lustful, shuddering haze!
CHAPTER SIX
My character matured along with my body during the next few years. I confess that I developed quite a taste for dominating other boys, especially boys like Steve, Seth, Benjy, and yes, even Eddie. Boys who were so much better endowed than I was. The contrast between my small, slim body with its dusky olive hairless skin, boyish muscles and small hard sex and the golden tan, heavily muscled, heavily hung bodies of the older boys was thrilling to me. At the same time, I delighted in being ravished by them. I desired the biggest, thickest, hardest cocks in the world for the service of my ass-hole. I enslaved them with their desire for my boyish body. I may not have been as grown up as they were, but they seemed to want to fuck me even more because of my youth and immaturity.
It wasn't the cruelty that I really liked, either. Though I must admit that I inflicted plenty of physical pain on them from time to time. I only did it as an outward affirmation of their obedience to my will. They didn't object. They loved it and begged for more.
The tension in my life was increased by the fact that I didn't go through puberty until the age of fourteen, a full year later than Eddie had. I was intensely frustrated and angry at nature for delaying my enjoyment of sex on a full basis. I turned into a little tyrant for a few years, I guess.
If I was a tyrant, my little band of subjects adored me. After I had introduced fucking into the group, I took over the leadership from Seth and Steve. I was the one who arranged the various games we played and decided who was going to get to do what and with whom. My power consisted of just one thing-I was the one that they were all hanging their tongues out to fuck. They all screwed each other's asses, but nothing made them snap to obedient attention more than the chance to get their goots into my tail. I had learned every trick that most hustlers have only heard of by the time that I was thirteen or fourteen. And I knew how to use those tricks to get what I wanted. I guess I was born a hustler. From boyhood, I've used my sexual talents for power over other people, and isn't that what hustling is all about?
My first major trick was to learn how to control the muscles of my ass-hole. It was only a matter of weeks before I developed the ability to take anything up my ass that would fit inside the bones of my pelvis. I could also clamp down on any cock, no matter how big or small, to make my ass-hole as tight as any on the face of the earth. That is a pretty damned good accomplishment, but it was only my start. I also learned how to control each separate band of muscles inside my gut. I could selectively squeeze them down to pull a cock into my butt and milk it just as well as any milk boy could the teats of a cow. A highly useful piece of knowledge!
The second skill which I developed was the use of my mouth, or rather, my throat. I practiced first on Eddie, then on the twins, and finally on Benjy. I learned with much practice and effort to turn off the gag reflex in the back of my mouth. Both my talents are well known, I have found out, among the yogis. They also learn how to control parts of the body that most people until recently did not believe were capable of being controlled by the mind. Once I had learned to stifle that gag reflex, then I learned to relax the muscles in the back of my throat, so that I could take even the amazing Benjy right down my throat and use my swallowing muscles to drag the gism out of him. Of course, you have to learn breath control too, or you will choke to death with a dork down your esophagus!
After I went through puberty finally, I learned a few more numbers that I could use on a sexy boy or man, but I'll tell you about those later!
Considering the specialized tastes and accomplishments that I was developing, my first climax was an amazingly simple affair. Eddie and I had had a good long afternoon of fucking and cock sucking with the other guys in the woods and had come home as usual. We had dinner, and since we had gotten rather hot and sweaty and dirty during the day, we were sent off to take a bath before bed on orders of Aunt Mamie.
The bathroom in the old farmhouse was almost as big as a bedroom in most modern houses. The bathtub was enormous, too. It was a huge cast-iron deal sitting up on clawed feet with porcelain levers to control the hot and cold water. I loved that old monstrosity. It was one of the few bathtubs I have ever seen that you could take a decent bath in. It was long enough for you to really stretch out in and deep enough for you to soak your whole body in the hot, soapy suds.
Eddie and I were supposed to take turns in the tub, using the same water to save on the hot water because there was never enough of it to fill the big tub twice. But we didn't do it that way. From the time that we first came to live with Aunt Mamie and Uncle Ikey we always took our baths at the same time. The old people never bothered us in the bathroom, and the hot, soapy water was an excellent place for us to play with each other's dick.
I had been waiting and eagerly expecting to be able to cum off for so long and had been frustrated for so long, that when it finally did happen, it caught me by surprise. We had been doing some heavy fucking and sucking, and there was absolutely no sign that I was going to finally make it. I was excited, but not really expecting anything, just a nice brotherly blow job, same as usual. We were relaxing in the suds and feeling up each other with our toes. By that time, Eddie had changed all the way to a man. He was just over sixteen.
You would hardly have recognized him, except for his face. He still had that sharp clean-cut nose and full lips, though not as full as mine. His dark brown hair had turned wavy, full, and shiny. His jaw was much firmer and more solid, now, and his neck had the full strength of an adult. But from the neck down, he was utterly changed. It was as if he had grown a completely new body. His shoulders were now as wide and strong as Benjy's, his chest like a mighty barrel with full, muscular breasts lightly coated now with curly golden-brown hair. The hairs continued down his belly in a thick strip over the rock-hard muscles of his belly. His hips were still narrow as a snake's, but his hip bones no longer stuck out like an adolescent boy's.
His cock, oh, Jesus, what a cock! It was not quite as big as Benjy's, but damned few men ever come within three or four inches of that. Right now, it was floating lazily in the water like a sea serpent. His broad cock knob bobbed in the middle of the soap suds. Its slit stared at me like the single eye of some monster. His balls were under the water, but I could see them in my mind. They were very heavy and surrounded by a heavy thicket of curly brown hair. His thighs, too, were very strongly muscled, and his feet no longer looked too big for his body. He was so tall now that he stretched from one end of the bathtub to the other with his shoulders leaning against the back. I was half-perched on top of his legs. We were just getting too big to take a bath together, but we wouldn't quit.
Though I had gotten taller, I was still slim, still olive-skinned, still hairless around my crotch. That night, I felt utterly relaxed, sexy and happy with Eddie. For once, my mind wasn't filled with jealousy or dominance. I slipped my foot up between Eddie's legs and played with his cock with my toes. The thick serpent stirred under my foot and began to flare its head and raise up its magnificent body. I ducked my toes down further and felt his balls stirring in their loose bag. His cock hair was wiry and scratchy even on the tough sole of my foot. His cock flopped up across his thigh and then up into the air along his belly.
"You horny devil!"
"Ain't I always?"
"I never heard of a hornier boy in my life. What do you want to do? You want to blow me? Or for me to blow you, or what?"
"You feel like throwing a fuck into your little brother's ass-hole?"
"Have I ever turned you down when you turned your back on me? I'm getting to like the looks of your backside more than your front, if you know what I mean. Not that you hurt my eyes from the front, but I'll never get enough of your sweet little ass!"
"How do you want to do it, Eddie?" For once I was in a mood to let him dominate me, to give himself as much pleasure as I was capable of giving him. They say that it is more blessed to give than to receive. Maybe the good lord was trying to tell me something that night.
"Let me lie on the bathmat and you get over me and give me one of your spin jobs. That's my favorite way. When you get that little tail of yours all wound up and let go, I just cream so hard, I think my balls are going to pop out of the head of my cock at any minute."
"Okay by me, big brother."
I slipped out of the tub and over onto the floor. I felt like a slippery seal and as horny as a bull moose. Eddie looked the same. He stood up in the tub and towered far above me. He was well over six feet tall now. I sucked in my breath; he was so big and so handsome, that my heart melted for the millionth time in my chest. God, I loved him so much! He was covered with soap suds, too. They i looked like clouds clinging to the sides of a majestic mountain peak. His cock didn't look like any part of a mountain, though. That is, unless they have mountain ranges that stick straight out sideways. His dong set my butt to itching like mad. I resolved to give him the best fuck I was capable of.
I moved out of the way and let him stretch out on the warm bath mat. He was much longer than the bath mat. And his cock was much longer than mine was, but that night I felt only pride in my magnificently hung brother and hope that some day I would be able to equal him. His cock was throbbing hard, as I stood straddling his body. I took the bar of soap and lathered his dork up with plenty of suds. Some guys don't like to use soap for a lubricant, but I like it very much because it makes my ass-hole all itchy and sensitive to the dork that's going to plunge into it.
When I had him soaped up, I got down on my hands and knees over him with my face just above Ids wong. I handed him the soap and played with his prick while he soaped my ass-hole. I took his dong and rubbed its soapy staff over my face. I felt his fingers rubbing the bar of soap into my crack and screwing the corner of it right into my butt hole. Then his fingers began to enter my back door and open it up for his wong. He quickly got all his fingers up inside there and got me terrifically hot and horny in a matter of minutes.
I decided that that was enough. I got up and turned around the other way. Then I squatted down on my haunches and grabbed his slippery dick. I fitted it up to my ass-hole and poked the head of it up inside my ass. Then I shifted my position so I slid down on his shaft and got on my knees. I fucked him in and out of my butt for a while until I felt him building up to his orgasm. Then I leaned forward so that my ass was raised up into the air and began my propeller act. I twirled my butt around on his dong while I was humping my ass up and down on it at the same time.
"I'm gettin' close, Tony."
"Do it Eddie, fuck your cum into me like a fire hose. Blast off, buddy. Go on, do it, do it!" I screwed him as fast as I could. My head was getting dizzy with the effort to make him cum off in a fantastic cum. But at the same time that he was soaring up there to the heights, something totally unexpected was happening to me.
I felt a heavy feeling in my belly. It was like a big pool of warm mecury was gathering around my belly button. Then, as Eddy was heaving his cock up into my ass-hole and getting ready to fuck his sperm into me, the warm pool of mercury began to drain down into my balls and into the inside of my skinny thighs. My cock was as hard as usual. It didn't hurt with painful pressure as it did in the days when I couldn't cum. This time it felt different. I wasn't even sure what it was until it really did happen.
The heavy feeling slowly rose up to my prostate and filled it with a warm lovely fullness. Then it happened. It was just beautiful, not a screaming pitch of passion, more like a lovely dissolving that made all the world a golden rose with me snug at the center of it. I spouted my first offering of seed out on my brother's stomach. He had just finished cumming off himself up my ass-hole and had his eyes closed.
I just whispered very quietly, "Eddy, look."
He opened his eyes and saw a string of gism hanging from the tip of my dick. "Oh Tony! Oh I'm so glad! I'm so happy for you!" He grabbed me and hugged me to his soapy body. I squirmed my body against his in utter delight and bliss. I just wanted to go to sleep right there on his belly, but it wasn't possible. We finally got up, and Eddy dried me off tenderly. We went quietly off to bed and made love gently one more time. This time we lay head to cock and slowly sucked on each other's cock, pausing every now and then to draw it out and make it last better and longer, until we decided without words that the time had come. We poured out our love for each other in the salty liquid of our loins into each other's mouth. Then, again without words, we went to sleep. There was nothing that we needed to say to each other in our complete happiness.
The next year was the single happiest one of my life, I'm glad that Eddie got to see me grow up. Once I started, I went through puberty almost as fast as he did. He was a man when I last saw him, and I was nearly grown up, too. To this day, I don't know why he did it. He had never said a word about it until it was too late for me to try to talk him out of it. He just came home one day and announced that he had enlisted in the Marines. Uncle Ikey and Aunt Mamie were terribly proud of him. I mean what I say-their pride was terrible to see. I cried. I just jumped up from the table and ran into our room and locked the door. I wouldn't let him in for a while, then I had the idea that I could make him give it up.
He tried to explain it to me, but it was just a jumble of words. He talked about getting out of the country and the stifling life with our now aged aunt and uncle, of seeing the world nad making a way for himself, of coming back to get me when he got out and had a wad of money. Of starting a new life somewhere exciting with me. I just cried and cried.
He left for boot camp in a week and wrote me a couple of letters before he shipped over to Viet Nam. I got part of another letter that he had begun. It was sent back to us with his personal effects. He didn't even get shot in a fight. He was killed when a helicopter that was taking him from the landing area to his base camp crashed from engine failure. He saw the magnificent country of Viet Nam for less than a half an hour before he was dead. An utterly senseless death in an utterly senseless war. I wasn't surprised, really. I had the strong feeling that day when he came into the dining room that death sat on his face like a pale, white clay mask. I knew that I was never going to see him again. I never made love to him after that day either. It would have been like making love with a dead man.
They shipped his body home, and after we had buried him, I knew that there was nothing left for me to stick around for. I was going to be sixteen in a few months. Time enough to move on now that my roots had been cut off. I had only one good-bye to say. That was to Benjy. He was now in his twenties. But he was still four years old, going on five for the rest of his life. He wouldn't understand it if he just never saw me again. I didn't want to say good-bye to Aunt Mamie or Uncle Ikey. They would just be confirmed in their opinion that I was a shiftless no-good offspring of my mother, and I didn't want to hear another lecture on that subject. I left them a note on my pillow telling them that I was grateful for the years of protection from the worst of the world which they had given Eddie and me. They wouldn't believe it, but it was true anyway.
Steve and Seth had gone off to college the year before, but I didn't care whether I ever saw them again. I was jealous of the fact that they still had each other while my Eddie was gone forever and ever. I didn't believe that I was going to be seeing him again in any heaven or hell either, for that matter.
But I did have to say good-bye to Benjy, and I had something that I wanted him to do. I packed my clothes in a paper suitcase and left the house silently for the last time that night. I walked down the quiet country roads until I was standing outside Benjy's window. I tapped on the glass until I got his attention and beckoned for him to come outside. He slipped through the open window and dropped down on the grass beside me as lightly as a great cat leaping from a ledge on some rocky outcrop. He was stark naked, as usual.
I signaled for him to be silent and turned toward the woods. He knew something was wrong when he saw the suitcase in my hands. He took it from me and walked by my side with silent tears streaming down his face.
When we got to a clearing in the woods where Eddie and I had often played our best games with the other boys, I stopped.
"You're goin' away, ain't you, Tony?"
"Yes, I am, Benjy."
"You ain't comin' back?"
"No."
"Why, Tony?"
"I got to go now Eddie's dead. There's nothing left for me here anymore."
"But I love you, Tony. I'm here."
"That's why I came to say good-bye to you, Benjy."
"Please don't go, Tony, Please! Please."
"I have to, Benjy."
"Then take me with you. You have to."
"I can't, Benjy. I don't have enough money even to feed me for more than a couple of days. If I took you with me, your folks would be crazy with grief. They would have to come and find you. They love you, Benjy, and they want you to live with them."
He just stood there in the clearing and sobbed, his hands hanging up by his sides, his mouth wide open, and his cries loud and harsh in the quiet air.
"Stop crying, Benjy. There is one thing more that you have to do for me."
He stifled his grief, eager as always to do anything that I asked of him.
"What do you want me to do, Tony."
"You have to promise, cross your heart and hope to die, to do just exactly what I tell you to do."
"I promise, Tony, cross my heart and hope to die. What do you want me to do?"
"I want you to beat the shit out of me."
He stared open-mouthed, shaking his head in disbelief and heart-broken confusion. "What?"
"I want you to beat me up, beat the holy hell out of me, "I can't do that, Tony. I love you! Why do you want me to do that."
"You promised, Benjy."
"But, Tony."
"You promised!"
He stepped back and dropped the suitcase. He was nearly out of his mind with grief. He stepped up to me, his fist balled up into a dark mass in the dim light. I raised my face up to the sky and held my arms out to my sides. The first punch caught me square in the stomach and sent me flying across the clearing. I landed hard on, my butt, the wind knocked out of me. I rolled over and vomited the last dinner I had eaten out of my wretched stomach.
Benjy was screaming in a high-pitched whine of concern and confusion. He ran over to me and pulled me to my feet, covering my face with kisses in spite of the puke on my mouth. "Tony, Tony, you told me to do it. I didn't want to. Are you all right? Don't make me hit you again."
I smiled a reassurance to him and staggered to my feet. I turned to face him again and nodded. He bit his hand, sinking his teeth into the firm flesh and drawing blood, then he hit me on the jaw with such force that I was knocked cold for a few minutes. We repeated this horrible ritual of punishment until my face was swollen, and I could hardly see for the blood running down my face. Finally, I had had enough. I let him hold me up on my unsteady legs while he kissed me again and again and tenderly touched my damaged flesh.
"Why, Tony? Why? "I had to prove that I was tough enough to leave, to go out there and face the world."
"Is that why, Tony?"
"That's why, Benjy. Do you think I'm tough?"
"Oh, I love you so much, Tony. I know I'm never going to be happy again in my whole life."
I walked with him back to his house and made sure that he got back into his bedroom window without any trouble. Then I staggered over to the hose and washed off my face and stopped the bleeding. I walked to the bus station, passing the cemetery where Eddie's body was buried. I didn't go in there. He wasn't there, just some rotten flesh.
No, that wasn't the only reason I made Benjy beat me. There were a million reasons. The main one was a forlorn hope that I might be able to cry some. And because the pain in my heart had to be expressed. And because I was ashamed and unhappy to be alive. And because I couldn't kiss Eddie anymore. And because I had hurt so many people and enjoyed it. And because the old Tony Spenser was just as dead as his beloved brother and wouldn't mind what happened to his carcass.
CHAPTER SEVEN
In what little planning I had done, I had seen myself as a heartless hustler, out on my own, getting the things that I wanted any way that I could without caring for anyone anymore. It didn't work out quite that way, I'm glad to say. Oh, I ended up as a hustler all right, one of the best, but I kept my heart somehow along the way. And I'm not a whore with a heart of gold, either-it's just flesh and blood like yours.
My money got me as far as Indianapolis. The bus had been lit only by the dashboard lights when I got on in Bean Blossom. The driver hadn't seen anything but my money. I sat huddled in my seat through the small-town stops until we reached the big city. It was about four o'clock in the morning, and the bus station, fortunately, was almost deserted. A few people looked at my face, battered and bruised, with some alarm; some showed fear of me, most merely curiosity. I headed for the men's room and washed up again.
I looked at myself in the mirror. Did I look too much like a runaway? My black hair was wet and messy, my face swollen, but at least the bleeding had stopped. My lips were full and red and uncut. I stood up straight, my muscles aching from the long ride. I was just six feet tall now, very broad-shouldered and narrow-hipped, but without the heavy muscles that Eddie had had. One of my big, beautiful black eyes now had a black eye, and I was pretty pale under my tan in spite of my olive skin. I wondered then what my father must have looked like. I didn't have the same father that Eddie did, and I never knew him. I wondered if my old lady even know who my father was. He must have been a latin for me to have the skin and hair color that I did. I wondered about changing my name to something more romantic-sounding. It would be simple enough. I didn't have any form of identification on me, not even a wallet. No driver's license, no draft card, no social security number, no money. Ouch! There's the big trouble, boy. What you goin' to do for some money-cash-greenbacks?
There was no one in the rest room but me, and I didn't want to sit out in the waiting room where the other people could amuse themselves by staring at me and wondering how I had gotten beat up. I decided to take a seat in one of the stalls and lock myself in to sleep the night. Fortunately, there was no men's room attendant to roust me out of there. I hooked my suitcase on the back of the door and pulled my coat tightly around me. It was chilly in there, and I was feeling pretty pukey. My stomach hurt like hell now, where Benjy had planted his big fist. I sure as hell didn't feel very sexy then, and the only way I was going to be able to make a buck was by turning tricks. Maybe it wasn't such a hot idea to have Benjy beat the shit out of me after all, but when did I ever do the smart thing in my life?
I woke up with my face on the cold tile floor halfway under the toilet door and this hand shaking my shoulder. "Are you all right, boy? Do you want me to get you a doctor?"
"No, no, I'm okay." I shook my head. "I must have fallen asleep and fallen off the toilet," I explained.
"You look like someone beat you up pretty badly, son. How long have you been here in the bathroom?"
"I don't know, a couple of hours, I guess." While we were talking, I had gotten up off the floor and opened the door of the toilet. The man who had found me was a very distinguished looking guy in his late fifties with steel-gray hair and very expensive-looking clothes.
"I just came in on the bus on my way to work, and when I came into the bathroom, you were lying on the floor. You look terrible, son. Are you sure you don't want me to get you to a doctor?"
I shook my head again. "What time is it?"
He glanced at his watch. "A few minutes past eight. I'm late for work. Is there anything I can do for you?"
"No, thank you sir."
"'Have you got any money to eat on, son?" I lowered my head and stared at my feet. I'm very good at playing the innocent farm boy. "You don't, do you."
"No, sir."
He opened his wallet and took out a five-dollar bill. "Here. I'm on a diet myself, and it makes me nervous to see anyone else as hungry as I am. Go on, you take it and eat a big breakfast. I can imagine all day long that I was the one that ate it. It will be almost as satisfying as if I had."
He grinned at his own joke, and I had to grin along with him. He had merry blue eyes, surrounded by thousands of tiny crinkles that showed that he was used to smiling and laughing a lot. He looked at me once again carefully, then clapped me on the shoulder and left.
I made that five dollars do for a big breakfast and a good-sized lunch, too. I spent the day roaming around the city. It was the first time in years that I had been in a city near as big as Indianapolis. As far as cities go, Indy is just a great big town. There isn't that heavy concentration of business and big buildings in the middleof town. By the time that you get ten or so blocks from the Soldiers' Monument, all the buildings are no more than two or three stories tall. It's an old, dirty place, too. Not one of my favorite spots on the map.
After a few hours of looking for alikely place to meet some men who might like to meet me, I found only a dirty book store. It was old and dingy, and most of the stuff they had for sale wasn't much more exciting than the Sears catalogue. At least that's the way I look back on it now. I had seen and done a hell of a lot more sexy stuff than any of their pictures showed, and they even had little pieces of paper taped over all the good parts anyway.
I moseyed back to the corner of the place where they had a few men's magazines of the type that would interest the sort of guy I was looking for. All they had were some picture books of nude muscle men, at least I think they were nude. They had that damned white paper taped over their crotches. I put my suitcase down between my feet and took a stance of considerable interest in the pictures of the muscle boys and waited for someone to take some interest in me.
It took a while. There isn't much going on in those places at that ungodly time in the morning. The store owner had given me the dirty eye a couple of times when finally another guy took up a place next to me. He checked out the books, picking them up in their sealed plastic cases and looking at the pictures on the backs. He was checking me out too. I saw him looking up at my crotch when he stooped to pick up a book on the floor. He was a pretty good-looking guy, too. He had long blonde hair and was wearing a thin, long-sleeved shirt. His pants were just a little bit tight in just the right places. They cupped his butt like I would have liked to do with my hands when he squatted down.
"Okay, boy. You fooled me at first, but I got to ask you for some proof of your age. You ain't no eighteen, are you?" The manager had snuck up behind me and nearly made me jump out of my skin. "Get movin.' now. Get on out of here. You been lookin' at those books long enough, anyways."
I shrugged my shoulders and picked up my suitcase and left. I cast one look back at the other man, trying to make it as "come hither" as I could. He followed me out of the store at a distance.
I stopped at the corner and put my suitcase down. Sure enough, he walked up to me and struck up a conversation. "You're new in town, aren't you?"
"Yeah, just got in this morning on the bus. I don't have a place to stay yet." I leaned back against the lamp post and cupped my nuts like they were just aching to get off and outlined my dong against my leg under my pants. I was so nervous that I almost puked on the sidewalk. I had never picked up another man in my life except for Jerryeric down in Bloomington. That was in a tearoom; this was on a street corner. I couldn't very well pull my peter out and wave it around in his face! I had to get the message across that my ass was available, but noMand in the pokey, either. I must have really looked and acted the part of a hayseed in spite of my experience. He looked me over with a sour grin on his face.
"I just bet you wouldn't mind putting up for the night at my place, would you?"
I started to smile in eager acceptance until I heard the bitter sneer in his words.
"And I also just bet you wouldn't mind turning your tail up for me, either, would you, boy?"
"I, uh, I don't know what you're talkin' about, mister. You surely got the wrong idea about something. You must be making a mistake."
"Mistake, my ass-hole! God, you are green as you look. I figured you for a dumb hustler from the sticks when I saw that stupid suitcase, but you are dumber than I could believe. You damn fool! You been workin' your ass off to pick up another hustler! I'm warning you to get your tail off somewheres else boy, or I'll add a few more bruises to that collection you already picked up somewhere. Get your ass out of my territory, you hear, boy?"
He was one mean-lookin' mother, so I grabbed my suitcase and got the hell out of there as he had suggested. I walked around the rest of the afternoon and couldn't find a damned thing. You can't very well go up to Traveler's Aid and ask them to direct you to the nearest tearoom or gay baths, or movie theater. I ended up back in the bus station, trying to work up enough nerve to cruise some of the men in the toilet. The place was just too busy, though, too many straights hanging around, and maybe even some vice squad cops, too. Oh, yes, I had heard of the vice squad before, despite my tender years. Momma had gotten run out of enough towns by the guardians of public morals enough times for me to know what a vice squad cop was. They are the ones that get blow jobs in the tearooms and then arrest you for suckin' them off. Or they sit behind one-way mirrors and jerk off watchin' all the action and then bust you with the cum still runnin' down their pants leg. I was wise enough, at least, to know of the danger, even if I didn't know how to get around it.
I was sitting on a bench outside the men's room looking at the Johns going in and out and trying to figure one who would be safe to cruise, when in comes my benefactor of that morming. I hadn't even thought of him. He looked so dignified and rich that I couldn't imagine him cruising the toilet of the bus station for any pickup. He saw me and smiled, though his smile wasn't quite as open and warm as it had been this morning. He glanced at his watch and walked over to me.
"It doesn't seem that you have gotten very far today, son."
I was really tongue-tied. I didn't know if he was trying to come on with me, or was just a concerned citizen. "No, sir, I guess not. I don't really have anywhere to go anyway."
"I thought this morning that you looked like a runaway. How old are you, son?"
I decided quickly that honesty was the only way to deal with this guy. His eyes may have been merry, but it must have been a hell of a long time since anybody ever fooled him about anything. "Fifteen, nearly sixteen." I said. "I did sort of run away. I was living with my aunt and uncle in th country. My brother just got killed in Viet Nam and I just had to leave, go somewheres else."
"Your uncle surely didn't do that to you, di he?" He gestured at my face.
"No, he didn't." I didn't try to explain what ha happened to me. How could I when I couldn't eve explain it to myself?
"How do you plan to support yourself, now son?"
I shrugged my shoulders. "I don't know, sir."
He rubbed his thumb across his lips and looke right through me. "I think I know what you thin you're going to do. Don't try it, son. The police will pick you up in a matter of days. You can't explore the world from a jail cell." He glanced at his watch again. "Would you go back home if I bought a ticket for you on the bus?"
I shook my head. "There's nothing to go back to for me."
"Well, at least you're honest, or at least very innocent. You could have said yes and then cashed in the ticket after I was gone. Did you think of that?"
I blushed. "No, sir."
"Perhaps I shouldn't make too many assumptions about your honesty, then. What am I going to do with you, son? Should I just get on my bus?"
I shrugged my shoulders helplessly. I was frightened of the police and a little frightened of this man who could look right into my heart.
"Aren't you going to suggest that I take you home with me?"
He was pushing me just too far. I was too alone and scared for that. My lip started quivering and tears filled my eyes. Hell, remember that I wasn't quite sixteen yet! I had long since dropped any act. I didn't need one and couldn't have followed it anyway.
"My God, son, don't start crying. I just can't stand that." He put his arm around my shoulders. "Here, wipe your face." He handed me his handkerchief. "I'm sorry I mocked you, son."
"I didn't thank you for the money you gave me this morning." I said. "Thank you for being so nice to me." I started to get up.
He pulled me back down onto the bench. He looked me straight into my eyes. "Don't lie to me now, son. Are you going to try hustling to make a living?"
"Yes, sir. I don't know any other way."
"Are you a thief?"
"No, sir. I've never stolen anything."
He sighed as though he knew that he was doing something very stupid that he was going to be very sorry for. "Would you like to come home with me? On the provision that I won't try to make you, and you won't do anything to make me regret doing this?"
"Yes, sir. You won't be sorry."
He talked to me on the bus. He was an insurance executive, unmarried, well-to-do. He had a home in the country outside of Bloomington and rode the bus into Indianapolis every day. "And of course, I'm gay." It was the first time that I had ever heard the term. I looked at him with a puzzled expression on my face. "I like to make love to other men."
"Oh."
"You were looking for a sugar daddy, weren't you?"
"I was looking for sex for money."
"Do you think you found it."
"You said that you didn't want...."
"What do you think?"
"I would be happy to do anything you want me to."
"We'll see, son, we'll see."
His "home" looked like a mansion to me. It was the fanciest place I ever laid my eyes on. We were greeted by his houseman at the door after walking up a mile-long driveway. It turned out that this guy was loaded with money, but a little eccentric. For example, he didn't own a car, and he cooked dinner for his servant as well as for himself. And his servant was just that. He took care of the house and grounds and that's it, no sex with the master, all very straight and aboveboard.
The first thing that he did was to take me into the guest bedroom. "You can stay here until we can figure out what to do with you." The room was carpeted in lush brown carpet to thick my ankles nearly disappeared into it. The rest of the place was as posh. "You look like you could use a shower before dinner."
I agreed; I was grubby. He showed me the door to my private bath and then sat down on the bed and continued talking about me, where I came from, family, etc. I figured that I would either have to leave him while he was talking to go into the bathroom, or strip off there in front of him. I decided that that was what he wanted. It was a small enough thing to do. I put my coat on a chair and pulled my shirt over my head. I fooled around with turning the shirt right side out so I could walk around and show off my chest and shoulders to him. Then I quickly shucked out of my pants and underwear. My dork was not hard, just heavy hanging and flopping back and forth when I took my suitcase and put it on the bed. I took a lot of time opening it and picking out a pair of underwear. I gave him plenty of time to look at my small round ass and not so small dong and balls. I expected to feel the caress of his hands at any moment and was trying to keep from jumping when he did it, but I was wrong. He never laid a finger on me.
When I got out of the shower, he was gone, and the houseman was just finishing putting my couple of pairs of socks and jockey shorts into a drawer of the bureau. He was a plain-looking man in his forties, I guess. There was just nothing special about him. He blended into the wood work. He asked me what size my clothing was and told me that he would be getting me some clothes from Bloomington the next day. He asked me what colors I liked. I told him that any color would be all right. He was a quiet gay, and he told me to call him Bill.
We went out to the kitchen where my host, named Mr. Edwards, was broiling some steaks and making a salad. There were baked potatoes for Bill and me but none for him. While we ate supper, I found out that Bill was a hatchet murderer. He had come home one day and chopped his wife and her lover into a couple hundred pounds of hamburger. He had been completely off his rocker at the time, but the jury sent him to the state pen for fifteen years anyway. Mr. Edwards had financed his appeal and gotten him out. Bill was somewhat grateful, you might say.
I kept waiting for the catch, the move on Mr. Edwards' part. That night, after I went to bed, he came into my room. Here we go, I thought, not that I minded it. I was quite happy to let him do what he wanted to with me. He sat beside me on the bed, leaving the lights off. He spoke very quietly of being in love, of a boy he had loved when he himself was a boy, of the problems of being gay in a straight world. "I'm not going to touch you, Tony. You need some time to heal, and not just your battered face. You are a very, very handsome boy, and I enjoy looking at you enjoying yourself and getting healthy again. All I ask of you is for you to be yourself. Be honest with me, but more importantly, be honest with yourself, my boy." He left.
I lived with Mr. Edwards for six months, and he never once made that move. I never saw him with his clothes off, though I let him see me in the buff as much as I could because I felt that it gave him pleasure. He taught me most of what I know about the world-my manners, better grammar, "polish" as they used to call it. He fitted me out with nice clothes, not terribly expensive like a spoiled, kept boy, but the kind of good stuff he would have given his son if he had had one. I continued to grow. I spent long summer days reading for a change. I learned about being gay as well as simply being human. It was the most valuable experience that I have ever had in my whole life. I was no longer a country bumpkin, now I could face the world as a young gentleman.
But those changes were all on the outside. I never tried to talk myself into believing that I was the cultured young son of a rich father. I was still the same boy who never knew who his father was. I was still as horny as ever, and life in the fine house began to feel restrictive after awhile. He sensed it right away and had Bill take me into town whenever I wanted to. I made some contacts with college kids I met there and had enough sex to keep me marginally satisfied, but it clearly wasn't going to be a long term situation.
He called me into the living room one evening after dinner. "Tony, I'm not a collector. I don't collect stamps, coins, or people. You are going to have to follow your own road in life, and I sense that you are going to leave us soon. I'm not kicking you out, Tony, far from it. But I'm not going to raise a finger to keep you here as a handsome pet for me to lavish my attentions on. Hush, now," he said as I tried to interrupt him with my protests at how happy I was. "The time will come. Just remember that you don't have to run away from this house, and remember that there will be something for you to come back to if you should ever want to visit us again or need some help."
He was right as he always was. I could never have lived as an insurance executive, no matter how much money and freedom it brought me. I was going to be a child of the streets. I am and always will be a hustler at heart. Safe things, smart moves will never be for me. I must live by my wits, making my own way. I began to understand Eddie better and his need to leave the little town we had grown up in. There was an urge to wander and to see the world. And let's face it, I loved fucking and was beginning my search for that best, most perfect fuck.
I stayed with him for a few more weeks after that evening. The days were soft and sweetly sad. They were such a contrast to the time that I had spent with Aunt Mamie and Uncle Ikey after Eddy left. The time was devoted to a gathering of forces and resources. I was sort of starting over again in my journey into the world. This time I was a hell of a lot better equipped for the effort, not just in money, but in knowledge and an inner security.
I told Bill first. I told him that I needed a couple of suitcases. He put his hand on my shoulder. "You have some fun in your life, Tony. Have some real good times and stand up straight and tall when the bastards try to shit on you." He said it in simpler words than Mr. Edwards did, but the message was the same. They didn't cry or anything, and I didn't until I was on the bus jpy myself. I did have a home to go back to if things got too bad. It gave me back my roots and probably saved my sanity and my humanity.
Thank you, Mr. Edwards.
CHAPTER EIGHT
I stood in the bus station and looked at the big board of all the destinations in America that the buses reached. Where would I start? Why not the nation's capitol? That's where I went. I scored long before I got there, though. They don't call this kid the greatest for nothin', you know!
When I got on the bus, what should I spot but a sleeping sailor. Now, I'm a trifle partial to sailors as you might have guessed by now. I'm especially partial to handsome sleeping sailors who just happen to look like Michelangelo's statue of David. This guy was one of the humpiest men I had ever seen. I held my coat in front of my rapidly erecting rod and near trampled an old lady to get the seat beside him.
I waited nervously for the bus to start and the lights to go out. While I waited, I looked him over more carefully at close range. His hair was cut short, but it lay in crisp curls against his skull, wavy blonde curls that I wanted to run my fingers through. I wondered what color his eyes were. His lips were swollen with sleep and were puffy and soft above his square, firm chin. His cheeks showed a short stubble of blonde beard. He looked in his early twenties, or maybe late teens. His frame was scrunched down in the seat, twisted to find a comfortable position. It must have been comfortable for his balls-he had his legs spread wide open, and his basket bulged deliciously. He didn't have a hard-on, not yet! His shoulders were very wide with a broad chest and very narrow waist to match.
I was beginning to drool when the lights flicked off and the bus pulled out. I quickly cased the other passengers as far as I could see them. There weren'tmany on the bus, and they all seemed to be snuggling down in their seats for as much sleep as they could get. I pulled my coat up over my shoulders like a blanket and rolled over to face the sailor.
This was going to be the very riskiest type of come-ons I had ever tried. The boy was asleep. There was no way I could signal him, even exchange looks with him to see if he might be interested in a little fun or not. If I picked the wrong type, I could end up with a fist down my throat instead of a more satisfactory portion of his anatomy. But he was just irresistible-I had to try it or kick myself and squeeze my nuts under control for the rest of the trip. If he got nasty, I could always pretend to be asleep myself and look very young and innocent.
I started by letting my knee slide over on top of his knee. I was already so hard and horny that my ass was sweating. My fingers were itching to get on his cock, but I didn't want to move too fast. He made no move to take his knee away from mine, either because he was so deeply asleep or because he didn't mind. I moved my leg up further until my thigh was on top of his. I felt his hard muscles under the bell-bottomed trousers. My knee was creeping up toward his crotch, but I was nearly having to crawl on top of him to reach where he was wedged so far down in the seat. The heat of his flesh was warming the inside of my thigh and driving the blood into my dork in pounding waves. I was so hot, I was about to cream in my pants!
He shifted his butt over in the seat and slid his crotch right under my knee! Wow! I held my breath. He sighed and seemed to be as deeply asleep as before. Now, a knee is not the best part of one's body for feeling up baskets, but it would have to do for the time being. His legs were still spread wide open. I could feel his cock running up from his belly root up across his stomach. I couldn't tell just how long it was, but it was long enough. His balls were big soft globes which I could just barely feel on either side of his cock root. He was moving, just a tiny little bit-he was hunching my knee!!
I was lying on my side, way down in the seat with my leg pulled up around the arm rest so I could get at him. I hesitated, then dropped my hand across the armrest onto his seat. It was still hidden under my coat. I inched my hand down and over until the back of it touched his belly through the material of his blouse. His belly was as hard as rock, hardly moving with his soft breathing, but the touch was like fire on my skin.
He opened his eyes. I froze, forgetting to close my eyes and pretend that I was asleep. God, I wanted this hunk of a boy so badly that I had to risk a punch in the face. He didn't move. His eyes were open, but they were only coming into focus on my face very slowly. His eyes looked pitch black, glinting in the dim light just inches away from mine. He was waking up very slowly, very slowly becoming aware of our positions. He didn't move a muscle, but I could see consciousness returning to his eyes. He felt my knee in his crotch, caressing his swelling cock. He felt the back of my hand brushing against his belly. He saw me staring at him. The picture of the situation was forming in his mind, and still he didn't react. His eyes moved over my face, taking in my features, sizing me up, guessing my age. Then one of his black-centered eyes closed slowly in a massive wink and the comers of his mouth twitched up just a tiny bit!
His right hand moved out and took my hand by the wrist. His grip was frightening in its strength. He locked it around my wrist and pushed my hand down his belly and over the head of his dong. He was hardening rapidly. He stretched himself in the seat, arching his back and yawning luxuriously; his left arm stretched and rubbed his eyes with its fist. To anyone from across the aisle he looked to be momentarily waking in his sleep, but what they couldn't have seen was the way he had taken my hand and rubbed it up and down the long shaft of his hard wong and scratched his nuts with it! He was hard, horny and ready!
"Hello, handsome! Where did you come from, besides my dreams?" he whispered.
"I got on at Indianapolis," I answered with my heart in my mouth. This was just too good to be ture.
"Take your pants off."
"What?! " My eyes must have been as big as saucers.
"You started it, didn't you? Don't you want to finish what you began?"
I gulped. "What do you want to do?"
"I'm going to feel you up, and if I'm in the mood, I'm going to fuck your ass." He wasn't telling me what he wanted to do. He was telling me what he was going to do!
"On the bus? Right here and now?! "
"What's the matter? You scared?"
I nodded my head rapidly. You're damned straight I was scared!
"Don't worry, don't worry, kid. Nobody's going to see anything. They're all asleep and it's dark enough even if they were awake. Get those pants down, but don't stick your elbows up under your coat so anybody could tell what you were doing."
He let go of my hand, and I felt him unbuttoning his pants. I did as he told me to do. My fingers were numb, not only with fright, but with tremendous excitement at what we were going to do. My dong was soon snapping against my belly like a nervous snake. I had my hands out searching for him under the coat. He took my hands and put them on his dork and balls for me, then he raised both of his hands up and rubbed his eyes with his fists while I felt him up. He seemed perfectly at ease and not the slightest bit worried about getting caught.
His wong was very long, but not much thicker than mine was-a little over two inches thick. But his prong ended in a big round head about the size of a big lemon and about the same shape. He was hard and dripping whole strands of pre-cum like a leaky faucet. His nuts were now pulled up tight to the base of his shaft. I could also feel that his cock had a sharp curve to it, a real hook. "Like what you find?" he whispered.
I nodded rapidly again. I liked the holy hell out of it. It had been a long time since I had had more than a quick blow job in one of the tearooms at the university. My ass-hole was just itching and jumping and ready to take him on, bus or no bus!
He put his hands back down under the coat and closed his eyes like he was going back to sleep, but his hands were wide awake all right! He grabbed my dong and pulled on the shaft to feel how big I was. I must have been bigger than he expected from a boy my age, though I looked a good two or three years older than I was. He opened his eyes again with my prick in his hands and gave me another wink. His hands shifted down to my young balls. He took the whole bag in a ring between his first finger and thumb and jiggled them around. Then he closed his hand down on my nuts, harder, then harder still! He was hurting me, but that didn't stop my dork from jumping around even more than before.
"You like that, don't you?" He squeezed down very hard, just for a second, sending tears into my eyes in spite of myself. I found myself nodding my head. Yes, I did like it. I liked the way he just told me what he was going to do to me. I liked the way he had me by the balls and was testing how much I could take just for the fun of it. I liked the way I was lying there beside him and letting him do whatever he wanted to me. I understood more now what the other boys had felt when I had dominated them. It was so damned sexy to surrender your body to such a humpy stud.
He smiled his approval, "You can take it, kid. Can you take my cock up your ass-hole?"
I nodded again, and I licked my lips in anticipation. His fingers slid down under my nuts to the crack of my ass. I opened mylegs as much as I could in that position and felt his fingers reach in to my ass-hole. He didn't play around. As soon as his finger found my button, he shoved it straight in. I wasn't ready for him at first, and it hurt some. His finger was rough and dry, and my bung hole was tight from not being used for months for fucking. But as soon as he hit my prostate with his finger tip, the usual magic happened. I opened right up for him and squeezed my butt on the intruding finger.
"Hey, you're no cherry, are you, kid?" he said.
It was my turn to grin. I clamped my ass-hole down on his finger with all the force I could manage and then rippled those trained ass muscles up and down the shaft of his finger.
"Jesus, God Almighty!! " his breath whistled out between his teeth. "I never felt anything like that in my whole fucking life, kid! How the hell can you do that? Ease up, will you? You 'bout shut all the blood off in my finger!"
I whispered in his ear, "Practice makes perfect!" I giggled. "You want to fuck me?"
"God, just let me at it!" His eyes were wide open and I could feel the pre-cum running out of his dick all over my hands. It was a good thing that he was such a leaky bastard, because that was all the lubricant we had. "Hold on to my coat," I whispered, then I rolled over in my seat to face the aisle. I took the opportunity to check and make sure that no one was watching us. I couldn't see anyone.
He spread my ass cheeks with his hands and fed the end of his dong in there, jabbing around for my hole. I carefully reached back and took his shaft in my hand to guide him to the spot he was looking for. He was bucking like a horse, trying to fuck my ass-hole as hard and fast as he could. I tried to hold him back with one hand on his hip, but he was too horny to slow down much. His fat cockhead spread my ass-hole open easily enough with all his slippery cock juice dripping out of him. When I had the knob in, I tightened down on him so hard, he wasn't goin' anywhere fast, neither in nor out! He grunted again softly in amazement at the power of my ass-hole. We were lying in the two seats, both of us on our sides, fitted together like spoons. There was no room and no possibility for any good hard fucking, but that was all right with me. I wanted a fuck that was long and thorough instead.
As soon as I released his prong, the sailor began the age-old act of plowing my ass-hole to plant his seed up in my gut. It felt so damned good after months of going without. His wong had that hook in it that made it even more thrilling. As he fucked slowly in and out of my butt, the curve in his dong made his cockhead rub up one side of my gut and the base on the other side. The middle humped back and forth luxuriously across my prostate. It was very satisfying. We drew it out for at least a half an hour. Every time that I felt his pecker swelling up and throbbing like he was getting ready to cum off, I just clamped down on him and made him hold still.
Finally, I couldn't take it any longer myself. The sailor was gasping with overwhelming need to get his rocks off. His hand was up under my coat and my shirt, twisting and playing with my nipples. My dong was jamming its nose into the scratchy upholstery of my seat and was about to bleed with all the rough scraping it had had. I relaxed and let him loose, and he quickly fucked in short violent strokes until he was biting my coat collar to keep from screaming out his pleasure. I was having a damned hard time keeping quiet, myself. I felt that old heavy feeling in my nuts, and those deep aching throbs that come from way back in your ass. He was cumming off, and so was I.
I really made a hell of a mess all over the arm of my seat. It had been so long since I had such a good fuck, and I had dragged this one out for so long, that when I finally popped off, I creamed a good pint of gism all over the damned place. I felt the sailor jetting out a good-sized load of hot gism into me, too. He didn't let that stop him, though. He hardly finished spouting his sperm for the first time when he began going for the second climax. That suited me just fuckin' fine! There are not many guys who can go from one cum to the next without a pause. Most guys get painfully sensitive in their cockheads immediately after getting their rocks off, but judging from this boy's performance, the extreme sensitivity was the part he liked the best.
I just lay there and milked on his dick while he fucked. I didn't much care whether I shot off again or not. I just enjoyed the feeling of him satisfying his lust with my young bod. But he did it anyway. His vigorous thrusts soon had my dick standing out like a lightning rod, and, by God, lightning can strike twice in the space of about five minutes. I let him fuck as fast as he could manage in that cramped position, and he brought us both off for our second loads shortly after the first ones.
When he pulled his softening prong out of my butt, I really was a fuckin' mess. I had thick streams of gism running down over my ass, the back of my balls, and the seat. He had fucked his first load right out of my bung hole with the force of his strokes. In front, I was in about as bad shape. I was glued to the arm rest by the glue of my own sperm and had managed to get a good amount of it all over the inside of my coat. The sailor dragged out a handkerchief from somewhere and began trying to wipe all the cum off my butt, but no mere handkerchief was going to be able to soak up that much fuck juice. How the hell were we going to get cleaned up?
A hand appeared in front of my face clutching something white in the dim light. I heard a whispered voice just barely audible over the sound of the bus: "Here, use my T-shirt, but give it back to me when you're finished." I jerked my head up like someone had just jammed an electric cattle prod up my ass-hole. There was some young boy in the seat behind us. He must have been peeking over the tops of our seats. The one fucking place I hadn't checked to see if anyone had been watching us. "Don't worry. I won't tell," the kid whispered. "I watched you. I just wish I could have seen it better without your coat on top."
The sailor didn't seem to mind at all that the kid had been watching us, but the fact was, he had reminded me of where we were and just how much trouble we could have gotten in. I noticed a trembling in my fingers as I took the kid's T-shirt and stuffed it under my coat to wipe my butt and cock. By the time I had finished, the sailor took it and cleaned up his crotch with it too. Then he handed it over the seat to the kid. You could hear the kid sticking his nose into the cummy cloth and smelling the rich, tangy smell of fresh gism. He murmured with his pleasure while I pulled my pants up and got dressed again. The sailor did the same, but in a more leisurely way.
"Come on back to the back seat," the kid whispered to us. "There's no one in the whole back part of the bus." We did as he suggested. What the hell, better find out what he had in mind before he changes it and squeals on us to the driver. Thank God, at least that the kid was apparently alone on the bus.
When the sailor and I got back to the back of the bus, the kid was already there sitting in the corner seat on the side away from the toilet. The place was so fuckin' dark that I could barely make out his face as a pale blur. I could see that he had the T-shirt in his lap and was busy doin' something with it. He had it wrapped around his dick in a ball and was fucking his pecker into the slippery cum that it was soaked with. He kept it up as if he was just scratching his ear when we sat down beside him. I was the one in the middle between the other two.
"My name's Earl," the sailor said to both of us. "My name's Tony," I said, remembering Jerryeric.
"I'm going to cum! Watch me you guys! Oooo, I'm doin' it! O, God, that's so neat!" I guess he must have done what he said he was going to. I couldn't see a damned thing but the jerking of the wadded-up T-shirt. He unwrapped his prong and put my hand on it in the dark. It wasn't much bigger than a cigar, but it sure was covered with cream.
"My name's Jimmy," he added. "I never saw two guys doin' it before in my whole life. It was so fuckin' sexy, I thought I was going to cum off in my pants just watching. You guys don't mind, do you."
"Glad you enjoyed it, buddy," Earl said. I didn't mind either as long as the boy didn't get carried away and make too much noise.
"I never done nothing like that before. I've just jerked off with the other guys, you know. I've never really gone all the way."
His excitement was infectious. I felt my battered pecker swelling up again in my pants. The kid couldn't have been more than thirteen, just a little over three years younger than I was. I couldn't remember anything in my life that would have been as exciting to me as stumbling on real gay sex the way this kid had that night.
"Can I feel your cocks?" he asked in a whisper. Shit, yeah, kid, I thought. Bet you have no idea what a big one is really like. I unzipped my pants and pulled my hardening meat out. Earl did the same. The boy got on his knees in the seat so he could feel both of us up at the same time. He was mighty damned impressed! I had just passed eight and a half inches back then, and Earl was bigger than I was. The kid was pulling on my prong like he was trying to climb a vine.
"Can I suck on them?" he asked in a nervous whisper. The idea must have been cooking in his mind for a long time, but he had never dreamed that it would ever have come true the way it did that night. Neither of us said a thing. He took our silence for a yes and crawled over my legs to kneel on the floor between us.
He started with Earl as the bigger dick and stuffed it into his mouth. I could just see the back of his head bobbing up and down. He was going to town on that meat, occasionally gagging when he shoved too much of it into his throat at one time.
"Where you headed?" Earl asked me as if we were sitting side by side in a barber shop while a shoeshine boy was working on his shoes instead of his dork.
"I'm going to Washington, D.C., " I said. "I've never been there. Just goin' to see what it's like."
"You'll like it all right," Earl said. "There are plenty of gays down there. I've been there lots of times myself. You got a job? Are you interested in making some dough by turning a few tricks?"
"I sure am," I said as I watched the kid slurping on the sailor's prong.
"With an ass-hole like yours, you can make a fortune. Check in at a bar called the Thong. I've turned a few tricks for some bread there. They really go for rough action at that place. Got a floorshow and everything. You don't look old enough to work legally, but I'll bet they can find a way to get around that. Excuse me a minute." He put his hands on the back of the kid's head and guided his strokes until he got his load off down the boy's throat. The kid gagged on it, but kept as quiet as he could.
Then he switched over to my cock. He didn't know shit about how to give good head and kept scraping my poor pecker with his teeth, but he was determined to learn with practice. It's the only way!
"What kind of stuff do they do in this place?" I asked as the boy blew me.
"They're very heavy into leather and chains and stuff like that. S&M, B&D, you know." I had only dim ideas of what he was talking about. "Water sports, fist-fucking..."
My heart nearly exploded like a bomb in my chest! FIST-FUCKING!! ! I had to find this place as soon as I could. I was so excited at the thought that I fucked off my gism into the kid's mouth without realizing what I was doing. Fist-fucking-that's for me!
CHAPTER NINE
I've been working at the Thong off and on for about four years now. I work a few months, save up a few thousand dollars and then take off for a tour of some part of the country that I'd like to see. Most of the time, I don't even have to pay for the travel myself. You'd be surprised at the number of gentlemen who want to take me on vacation with them. The money just keeps comin' on in, not from the measly pennies they pay me at the Thong, though. God, you could hardly stay alive on that. I make my bread from the gentlemen who want to escort me home at night and make sure that I don't get mugged. They are so delighted to accompany me that they make me little presents of bundles of money. I always thank them politely.
I think of myself as a performer and entertainer and a bit of an athlete, too. I can do things that most people can hardly even believe possible, much less do themselves. They pay money to see me perform just like they pay money to watch Ali box. They pay me more money to play around with me. You can call it hustling if you want. I don't care, but I never had to ask any John if he was interested or if he was willing to pay me. They come to me with their fists full of the green stuff!
The day I got in to Washington, I was still pretty wet behind the ears. I said good-bye to Earl on the bus as he continued his journey down to Norfolk and followed his directions to the Thong. like the damned fool that I was, I tried to walk right into the front door at night with the rest of the paying customers. Gus, the doorman, stopped me cold and politey asked me for some proof of my age. I had none, of course, not even legitimate stuff, much less fake. "I'm sorry sir, I can't let you in unless you can show proof of your age." I occasionally let Gus polish my leathers and chains now. He's very glad to get the chance!
I found my way to the Y, and spent the night there. The next morning, I tried again. Gus was polishing the huge brass knocker and plate on the front door. "I'd like to see Jake, please," I said. Earl had told me to ask for him by name. Jake was the guy who ran the place and was supposed to be part owner too.
"I bet you would. What you want to see him for?"
"Business."
He shrugged his shoulders and went into the depths of the place. He returned in a few minutes and gestured for me to fllow him in. The inside was so black that I could hardly see where we were going until I found myself in a brightly lit office.
Jake was standing behind a messy, busy desk. Holy Jesus! I nearly pissed in my pants! I had never seen such a huge, mean-lookin' mother in my whole life! He was about seven feet tall, a shade under three hundred pounds, and not a drop of it was fat. His head was shaved like Isaac Hayes. His shoulders looked like he was wearing football pads, only he wasn't, and he was so black that the gleams of light reflected from his skin were blue! He had a short beard with streaks of gray in it, and a small thick gold ring piercing one nostril! He scared me so bad, I damned near busted into tears and ran out of the place.
When he spoke, I was even more surprised. His voice was very low, but smooth, and he spoke with the polished precision of a imagine preacher. As soon as I heard that velvety elegance of his voice, I wanted to vote for him for president or something better!
"Who are you, young man, and what is your business?" He asked with his eyebrows slightly raised as if he had only let me into his office because he needed a break from the work piled up on his desk.
"I ... I want to audition for you. Earl said I should come and show you what I can do," I blurted out.
"Earl? Who is Earl?"
"A sailor I met on the bus yesterday. He said I had the best ass-hole he ever fucked."
"He had sex with you on a bus, this Earl? Are you by any chance working with the police, young man?"
"No, sir," I said with conviction. "I don't have anything to do with the police."
"I sincerely hope not. I get very irritated with attempts at police entrapment. So stupid and clumsy. Not connected with any of the media? No? Well, perhaps you can describe this Earl to me. I don't seem to recall meeting anyone by that name."
"Like I said, he's a sailor, about six foot tall, weighs about...."
"If you had sex with this Earl, then describe his genitals, please. If you don't mind?"
"He's got a long skinny cock with a sharp bend in the middle of it. His cock head is about that big," I gestured with my hands.
"Apparently you do know Earl. What would you like to audition for? Do you sing or dance?"
"No, sir. But I've got an educated ass-hole. I can take any cock ever grown, no matter how big and milk the cum out of it without moving my hips, just using my ass-hole."
"Really?" he showed some interest for the first time. "You're a handsome boy. How old are you? Honestly, now."
"Sixteen and a half."
"So young! You could easily pass for eighteen in dim light. The fineness of your skin, the softness of your beard would give you away otherwise. Perhaps we might turn the lights up to reveal your secret, that is, if we can use you. No sense keeping your light under a bushel."
I felt a little more courage as he became more interested. I popped my hip out and ran my hand down my flank. "Want me to show you?" I raised my eyebrows to match his.
"Why not? We could at least use you for a bus boy, I think." Bus boy is the code word for the young boys who not only clear the tables, but also provide blow jobs for the patrons and other little services.
I slipped out of my jacket and peeled my T-shirt over my head, doing the best imitation of a strip tease that I could imagine. I unbuckled my belt and pulled it out of my pants, then on the spur of the moment, I remembered what Benjy used to do when I was getting ready to whip his ass. I pretended that the wide leather strap was a cock and gave it a good tongue washing from the tip up to the buckle. My cock was swollen to its full size in my pants and about to crush my balls. It was just aching to get out into the open, and my ass-hole was hungry for some big meat. I was looking at Jake's basket while I was doing all this and wondering just how much cock he packed in there. I had never been fucked by a big black stud like him, but I was looking forward to my first time!
I dropped my belt on the floor and unbuttoned my pants. I pulled the zipper down very slowly, letting my cock bulge out of the opening under my jockey shorts. It made a pretty impressive bulge, if I do say so myself. I stripped my jeans halfway down my thighs and forced my cock straight out in my underwear. But instead of playing with my dork, I slipped my hands into the back of my shorts and stroked the round tight cheeks of my ass. I turned sideways to them to give them a good view of the way I loved my ass. Then I shoved my shorts down and showed off all my glory. I cupped my balls, pulling on the sac sensuously.
"I need a little help," I said coyly, "to show you what else I can do. Will you help me out?"
"Gus, get one of the dildos off the stage. One of the small ones." I was disappointed. I thought I had made a better impression than that. Gus left in a big hurry.
When he got back, it was my turn to be very impressed. The small dildo was about three inches wide and over a foot long! I knew that I could take it, but my mind went wild at the thought of what the large ones must be like. I pushed my pants down to my ankles, slipped off my shoes and kicked my jeans off in a wad on the floor. I was stripped stark naked in this stranger's office in a wild and horny night club, and a little worried about landing that job.
"You want some grease, kid?" Gus asked me.
I shook my head. "Spit is all I need for a little one like that," I boasted. I hoped that I would be able to make good on my boast.
I lay down on the floor with the big rubber tool and licked all over it to get it nice and wet. It was a little bit greasy from other uses, anyway. Then I put the huge knob down to my ass-hole and played around with it. While I was doing that, I slipped one of my spit-covered fingers up my butt and massaged my prostate. That did the trick as usual. I relaxed my bung as much as I could until it was absolutely wide open. Then I out both my hands on the fake balls at the end of the dildo and pretended that I was killing myself with pain as I tried to force it into my ass-hole. I kept that up until Jake started to speak:
"Look, kid, if you can't manage it, don't..."
I looked up at him with a big look of surprise on my face and fed the whole damned dildo right straight into my ass-hole, straight in with one clean, easy stroke. He laughed.
"Okay, you can act. Let's see what else you can do."
I gave him a wink and lay back on the floor and pulled my legs up and hooked my elbows around my knees. My ass was sticking straight up in the air with the fat rubber balls of the dildo bulging out of my ass-hole. I got myself into position and then concentrated like crazy. I hadn't done anything quite like this before, but I was sure that I could manage it. I released my ass muscles and shit the dildo out inch by inch until it was wagging up in the air, held in my ass-hole only by the big knob on the end of it. Then I coordinated my muscle contractions in my gut and ate it back inside! Inch by inch the rubber wong sank out of sight in my ass-hole like an invisible giant was fucking it into my body. For once Jake showed some reaction. His eyes opened wider in surprise and he furtively licked his lips. Gus was openly groping his crotch and moaning in lust at the sight. I kept it up faster and faster once I had gotten the rhythm. The dong disappeared into my ass-hole and popped back out again without anyone touching it.
I was getting pretty hot by then, myself. It took a hell of a lot of concentration to manage the trick, but that rubber wong was rubbing my prostate the same as a real cock, and it was having the same effect on me. My prong was hard as steel and digging its way into my belly as I got close to shooting off. I reached out with my fingertips and pulled the head of it out from my belly. I pulled my head up from the floor as far as I could and gulped a couple of inches of my dork down my throat and sucked on it like crazy. I twisted my head around and twirled my tongue around the head of my throbbing tool and really gave myself some great head. I had learned to suck my own joint during the months at Mr. Edwards' house. It was a handy skill to have when you have no one to go to bed with.
The sight was finally getting to them. Gus had his tool out and was beating off like a madman. Even Jake was showing a long thick throbber down his pants leg. I couldn't watch them very closely though, because I was reaching my climax.
"Pull it out, boy! Let me see you shoot off into your own mouth. Let me see you do it!" Jake commanded with a new, harsh edge to his voice. There was steel and leather under that velvet coating.
I did as he commanded. I kept my thumbs hooked under my fucker to keep it pointed at my mouth and worked my ass muscles like crazy on the plastic cock up my ass-hole. That did the trick all right, that and the looks on their faces. I fucked a load of cream out of my balls and onto my tongue. Some of it landed across my nose and over my cheeks, but spurt after spurt of it creamed out in jets onto my tongue. Instead of swallowing it, I let it run out onto my face and down the sides of my neck so they could see just how big a load of gism I could blow.
When I finished shooting off, I shit the dildo out and let my legs back down on the floor. There was a long thick ribbon of cum on the carpet stretching from between Gus' legs to my body. He has been my slave ever since that day. Jake also showed a nice spot of pre-cum marking where the head of his dong throbbed trapped inside his pants.
"I think you'll do just fine, young man. That's all for now, Gus. Go back to the door."
"Yes, sir," Gus answered, broken-hearted not to be able to get his hands on my ass. When he shut the door, Jake turned back to me.
"Get up, young man. What is your name by the-way?"
I told him.
"Spenser, one of my favorite poets. Do you mind if I sample the merchandise?"
"I'd be delighted, sir," I said as I hopped to my feet. My prong was still hard and nodding out from my belly and cum was running down from the corners of my mouth. He unbuckled his belt and pushed his pants down. He had no underwear on, and his huge black cock popped up out of his pants once he had gotten them down far enough. He was a very hung black stud, almost, but not quite, as big as Benjy had been. I never met anyone with a pecker bigger than Benjy's.
His cock hair was curled up into little knots all over his belly and balls, which were so black his skin looked darker than night itself. His dong was covered with bulging veins that were as thick as throbbing ropes. HtT was uncircumcised, but his foreskin was pulled back tight, revealing a jet-black cock knob that shone like a lump of polished coal. He had a thick strand of pre-cum hanging from the tip of it. It swung back and forth like a whip with the motions of his body. My eyes were mesmerized by the lust that filled his prong. His balls were absolutely huge, the biggest I had ever seen. They hung down in a long sac and bounced back and forth on his thick, muscular thighs. He motioned for me to come to him.
My heart was pounding as I stepped in front of him. He had taken the rest of his clothes off and stood in front of his desk. He was the biggest, tallest, strongest man I had ever laid eyes on. Passion danced in his eyes. His thick lips were pulled back from his big, ivory-colored teeth. The gold ring shone against the pitch-black skin of his nose.
"You need any grease?"
Once again, I shook my head. I was determined to take every inch of him without any. It might hurt like hell, but I wasn't going to give in a bit. Though I was six foot tall and pretty fully grown, his head was far above mine. It had been a long time since I felt so small, and, of course, my cock was almost three inches shorter than his and much, much thinner. Then he really made me feel like a baby again. He reached out and put his hands under my arms and lifted me up in the air like I was a three-year-old boy!
"Spread your legs, Tony," he chuckled. "I'm going to fuck you royally!"
I grinned right back at him in anticipation. I pulled my legs up and my butt forward as he fitted his cock knob to my ass-hole. He lowered me onto his shaft and began fucking me like I was just one of those blow-up dolls you can find in the dirty book stores. He had a massive prong on him and really stirred up my ass with it. The whole time, he hardly even showed any strain in those huge muscles of his arms and chest. I was drunk with the feeling of utter powerlessness.
I put my educated ass-hole to work as best I could while he slammed my ass up and down on his spoke. I had him grunting by then, not with the effort, but from the sensation I was giving him. He was soon hot to pop from having watched my performance and from the treatment I was giving his tool. When he blasted off, he fucked another load of cum out of my balls along with the streams of steaming spunk he fired off up my ass. I was hot to go for a couple more rounds, but he put me back down on my feet and told me to get dressed.
"You have a show to do tonight, Tony. You had better save some cum for the customers." Well, at least I had the job. He gave me the address of a small hotel nearby-a place that was clean, but didn't ask too many questions or charge too much money for some privacy.
CHAPTER TEN
I asked Jake what I was supposed to do in the show that night, but all he said was, "Relax ... your ass-hole!" He grinned, buf I was still a little scared. I checked into the hotel and tried to rest until the time came for me to show up at the club. I hadn't even talked to Jake about how much he was going to be paying me. I made a big mistake there, but no use crying over spilled sperm as they always say.
The show wasn't going to start until midnight, but by ten o'clock I was sick to death of sitting alone in the hotel room. I dressed in my sharpest clothes and headed for the Thong. Gus saw me coming in at the front door and pulled me aside, this time nervously, but still polite. "You ain't supposed to be here until twelve, Tony, and you're supposed to come in the back way like I showed you."
"I want to see what the place is like first, Gus. Just let me in to look around."
He shrugged his shoulders as if to say, Don't tell me that I didn't warn you. I went on in.
The door opens into a small foyer and then a long hall at right angles to the entrance. At the end of the hall was a brightly lit rectangle that I first thought was the screen for dirty movies. Then I saw that it was the real thing, not movies. It was the door to the toilet, but this was a tearoom beyound my wildest imagination. Anything went in this place without fear of cops or other intruders. It was a scene from my wildest, horniest wet dreams!
The room was tiled in white and brightly lit. No doors on the stalls, no real partitions between the toilets, just thin plywood pierced by large glory holes. It was all fantasy fulfillment. There were over a dozen men in the room and more crowding in at the entrance every minute. They were wearing the wildest assortment of clothing or lack of clothing that you could imagine-everything from ordinary street clothes to elaborate harnesses of leather and chain.
I was pushed into the room by the crowd behind me and immediately found myself being grabbed around the knees by a man who was crawling along the floor. He was bleeding from the nose where someone had hit him or kicked him, but his eyes were glittering bright with utter lust (and a snoot full of poppers, I discovered later). He begged me to piss on him. I just stared for a moment and was pushed aside by another man who was eager to take him up on his offer. The guy was wearing a motorcycle cap, torn white T-shirt, jeans and black motorcycle boots. His chest was very hairy, and he had a winged skull tatooed on his biceps. He tugged open the zipper of his jeans and pulled out a long thick cock. He had on no underwear, but I caught a glimpse of something shiny across the top of his cock. It was the first cock ring that I had ever seen. His prong was thick, but limp as he dug his balls out and hung them over the edge of his zipper. He pinched the head of his dick savagely to keep it from getting hard.
The man on the floor grabbed at his pants and dragged himself up to the level of the other guy's crotch. He was babbling with delight, his eyes almost crossing as he stared at the wong dangling in front of his face. "Please, let me hold it! Let me point it for you. I'll do a good job," he moaned in lust. The motorcycle guy dropped his cock and stood with his iegs spread and his hands on his hips.
The slave sat up on his knees and took the limp prong in both of his hands. He stared up at the other man's face in utter worship, his mouth open and the cock pointed right at his face. The motorcycle guy grunted with effort and managed to squirt out a good blast of piss. It shot right into the other guy's mouth, and he drank it down eagerly. The golden stream stopped momentarily. The slave dropped one hand to jerk on his own throbbing prick.
"Don't do that," the master commanded. "Don't touch your cock unless I say you can. Piss on your cock." He got his piss going again, this time full blast. His slave of the moment directed his steaming piss onto his cock and balls, groaning at the pleasure he was getting. Then he shot off, his spurts of gism mingling and being splashed back by the strong flow of piss. The motorcycle guy hit him hard on the side of his head with the flat of his fist.
"Up your nose, slave!" The guy leaned forward and stuck the tip of the pissing dick up one of his nostrils. The hot piss flooded into him, out the other side of his nose, out his mouth. He choked and gasped and tried to swallow it, but he was getting some of it down his windpipe as well as down his throat.
My cock was so hard by then that I couldn't keep it in my tight pants any longer without half castrating myself. I unzipped my pants and pulled it out. It was fairly good-sized, bigger than at least half of them I saw on display. The slave tried to grab it and shove it down his throat, but I kicked him in his balls for his trouble. I had to save it for the show. I moved on, leaving the guy lying on the floor cupping his mashed nuts and licking up the pool of spilled piss on the floor. It felt neat to be able to walk through a sexy scene like that with your cock sticking straight out of your pants. I tell you, the whole scene was one long fantasy of all the things you would like to do, but can't in the straight world.
There was another guy in the middle of the room gettting it at both ends. He was dressed in nothing but chains, including thin gold chains attached to rings through his pierced nipples. One guy was fucking his mouth while another stud was shafting his ass-hole. He looked plenty busy and plenty happy as well. I stepped up to the group to get a better view.
The guy who was fucking his ass-hole reached out and thoughtfully felt up my cock as I watched him shove his fat prong into the white ass between his hands. He dropped my meat and went back to work, a dreamy look of intense satisfaction on his face.
The guy who was fucking the guy's face looked like some kind of gay dream cowboy. He had on a cowboy hat, leather vest, leather chaps and cowboy boots, but that's all. He was bare and open in front and behind. He had a nice meaty set of buns on him too, and I wanted nothing better than to stick my hard dick up his ass-hole for him, but I held back. As I watched he untied the red bandanna from around his neck. He had a slight smile on his face as he wrapped it around the neck of the guy he was fucking. Then he twisted it tight until the man was turning dark in the face. When the man obviously was about to pass out from lack of breath, the cowboy fucked his gism-into the strangled throat. The guy being nearly murdered did not for one second stop sucking and working on the long dong that was down his throat.
The cowboy pulled his cock out and let the other man breathe some air. He wiped his dick off in the other man's hair and noticed me staring at him. "I like to make sure they're tight on my cock when I cum," he explained casually. I was about to cream off all over his worn leather chaps at the explanation as much as at the sight of the mouth fuck he had just given the other man.
When I turned around, I nearly jumped out of my skin! There was an M.P. standing there in full uniform, armband and all. If he wasn't a real M.P., then he could have fooled the hell out of me. Two guys were down on their knees licking and cleaning his shiny shoes with their tongues while he was using his big billy club to fuck another guy. That club was only a couple of inches thick, but they are a good two feet long, and he was using most of it in his hard strokes up the other guy's ass-hole. If this is the demonstration being put on for free by the customers, I thought, then what the hell am I going to do on the stage? A damned interesting question!
Well, it wasn't long before I found out. Gus came in and got me. I hated to leave the orgy room. It was a terrific tum-on! We went through the main lounge of the club where things were a little more discreet. At least the lights were down low and the music up loud. There were several men dancing together on the tiny dance floor and some go-go boys dancing on top of the bar. The boys were really fantastic to see. They were all dressed in chains and nothing else.
There were four of them, two white and two black, all very well hung, all young. They had collars with spikes on them around their necks and were chained together like a prison work gang. They were working all right, turning on the audience and getting them ready for the main attraction-me! They danced in perfect unison, even swinging their balls and long, floppy cocks together. As I stood watching them dance, they came together in a line with their arms linked together and brought their cocks to a simultaneous erection. They were all as hung as well or better than I, all had handsome faces, well-shaped, athletic bodies. My God! I was going to have to be mighty damned good to out-do them!
I was getting sweaty hands and butterflies in my stomach by the time Gus took me back to the dressing room. Jake was waiting for us. He sent Gus back to the door. "Well, Tony, how do you feel? Are you ready?"
"I don't even know how to get ready, Jake. What am I supposed to do?"
"Just relax and enjoy it. Gary and Pete will take care of everything. You just do whatever they tell you to do." Gary and Pete were apparently two of the boys I had seen dancing on the bar top. Gary was a tall, slim white boy with long blonde hair and the face of an angel. His body was stunning to see in its smooth perfection. He looked at me as if to say, Is this what we're supposed to be working with? He wasn't very friendly. Pete, on the other hand, was a magnificent spade dude, just bulging with smooth muscles and flawless brown skin. He had the biggest cock of all of them, and he was a lot friendlier to me. He gave me a pat on the ass and a big grin. "Welcome to the chain gang at the Thong, Tony."
They unhooked the chains that held them together and flopped out on the chairs and sofa, tired from the long night of dancing. They were passing around a little silver box and a tiny silver spoon on a chain. They dipped the spoon into the box and then stuck it into their noses, inhaling sharply and murmuring with pleasure. I was offered a snort. I'm not much into drugs, but I gave it a try. The stuff hit the back of my nose and nearly blew my head off. I felt ten feet tall with pure electricity surging through my veins! What an incredible rush!
The coke not only gave me a rush, but it blew all my worries and inhibitions away, too. I eagerly stripped off with the rest of them and watched them watching me. Most of the guys I work with don't really care whether anyone is looking at them or not. They could perform in a closet or in the middle of Lafayette Park, but I get a bigger and bigger charge the more men's eyes are on me. I guess I'm a natural-born exhibitionist.
Meanwhile Gary took off his chains and put on this Turkish-looking outfit like he was some kind of Sultan. Pete kept his chains on and found some for me to wear, too. Then they spread out an oriental carpet and told me to lie down on one end of it. They rolled me up tight in it, and I felt Pete picking me up and hoisting me onto his shoulders. The next thing I knew, I was being rolled out of the rug on the stage. Gary was sitting on a throne, and Pete was offering me to him like a birthday present. There must have been over a hundred men crammed in around the small stage. I could feel their eyes on me. I was something new to be checked out.
Pete jerked me up onto my feet, then threw me down on the floor at Gary's feet, "Shrimp his toes, slave. Work your way up the divine cock!" I did as I was told, falling into the fantasy immediately. I was a new slave boy to the Sultan, presented to him by the Grand Vizier, his chief slave. My life was in danger unless I pleased his Higliness.
I eagerly sucked his toes into my mouth and ran my tongue in between them. The chief slave kicked my legs apart so that the honored guests could see up my crack to my little ass-hole. I was working my way up the Sultan's legs when the first whistle and crack of the whip sounded in the air, and a tongue of leather flame ripped across my ass cheeks. I jumped under the blow and stuck my ass up higher in the air. Craaack! The whip descended again in the arm of the Nubian slave master. I writhed in pain and pleasure. The Sultan's cock rose before my eyes like a white cobra preparing to strike. He spread his legs further, and I lunged for his pink, hairy balls with my hungry mouth.
But just then the Vizier grabbed me by the balls, his huge black hand circling around them and tightening his grip until waves of blazing pain swept over me. He dragged me by the balls from the Sultan's lap. He picked me up by the waist, head hanging down between my legs and slammed his black dong straight up my ass-hole. He caught me unaware, and hurt my butt with the force of his great spear stroke, but I soon took him up me to his black balls. I felt his hot thighs against the burning stripes his whip had left on my ass, and I rubbed my aching buns against him. Then I set my ass muscles to work and nearly blew the whole act.
Pete was so astonished at what my ass-hole was doing to his cock that he nearly dropped me right on my fucking head! Jake said later that Pete's eyes about pepped out of his head, and I could feel his knees trembling and shaking. I thought he was going to fall right over on top of me, so I eased up some. His fingers were digging into my hip bones like he was going to crush me in his grasp.
When he finally pulled me off his prong, he was looking at me with a new respect in his eyes. Gary was merely looking pissed off that the act wasn't going right. He pushed Pete out of the way and grabbed me by the hair of my head. He hauled me around the stage and then shoved his long white wand down my throat. I was ready for him and swallowed his sword right down past my adam's apple. He fucked his dong in and out of my mouth a couple of times, then pulled it out, gleaming in the bright light from my spit all over it.
Then, with his pecker as hard as a baseball bat, he pissed in my face! That really surprised the hell out of me! He was still holding me up by my hair, and he shook me until I got my mouth open and started drinking his sweet piss down my throat. His piss really was as sweet as wine too, and he had a hell of a lot of it. He was the first guy I ever saw who could piss through a hard cock. I can't even manage that trick myself most of the time. It was super-sexy to see the gushing stream spouting out of a hard cock, like he was cumming bucketsfull in a steady flow!
Then he threw me down and grabbed the heavy chain around my waist and lifted me up by it. He jammed his pissing cock up my ass-hole and kept right on pissing up my gut. I didn't know whether I was supposed to let the piss squirt back out of my ass-hole or not, so I clamped down tight on his dong. He started making screeching sounds and was frantically shoving at my hips.
You can get an idea of what was going on if you try this. Get a good stream of piss going, then clamp it off with your fingers. It produces an incredibly painful sensation of engorgement in your cock. Now imagine doing it when you have a full-sized raging hard-on! And imagine my magic ass-hole working on it at the same time! No wonder Gary was screeching like a farm boy with his cock caught in a milking machine! He was trying desperately to get his cock out of my ass-hole, but I had him so tight that he couldn't budge it, and I thought he was trying to fuck me, so I was milking on his dong as hard as I could. Well, he changed from pissing to shooting off a big load of jism up my ass in no time at all. Jake told me that he and the regular members of the audience had no idea what was going on, or maybe I should say, cumming off.
Gary slammed his fist into the side of my neck and nearly knocked me out cold. He whispered fiercely in my ear, "Let go of me, you goddamned freak! But don't let the piss out!" I swayed on my feet fighting to keep conscious and let his wong slide out of my ass. When he let go of me, I fell right on my face and split my lip. It was no act, I can tell you! But I kept my ass-hole pinched shut with all that boiling liquid up inside. Gary kicked me damned near off the stage, and bellowed for me to get up.
Pete handed him an empty beer pitcher. He slammed it into my stomach, "Crap in it!" I squatted on the glass and let go. The piss flooded out of my ass-hole into the pitcher. I got up on wobbly knees and handed the pitcher back to Gary. He held it up for all the men in the audience to see. His piss foamed a pale gold color, but everyone could also see the long, thick strands of his cum floating in the golden liquid. There were a few flecks of my shit in it too. The air was filled with ooohs and aaahs as the men realized that Gary had not only pissed up my ass, but had also cum off, too.
Gary handed the hot pitcher back to me, "Drink it!" My head was clearing by then, and I stood up tall and straight sideways to the audience, my cock jutting up from my crotch with pride. I lifted the pitcher to my lips and began to drink it down. It must have been well over a quart, but I guzzled it in like it was the best beer in the world, and it was, as far as I was concerned! My belly ached from being so full of the hot stuff.
Gary had cooled off a little by then. He wasn't so mad at me, but he still had an evil glint in his pale blue eyes. Pete was so hot that he couldn't help jerking his big black meat, and Gary was back on hard, too. Let me brag a little bit here. Most acts like ours are okay, but the guys rarely ever manage to get a rod on while they are going through their paces. It's like they were bored with what they were doing. Never, never have we ever put on a shitty show like that. We are into the fantasy as much as the audience is, buddy. We are as hard, hot, and horny as the guys who are watching us!!
I could tell by the look in Gary's eyes that we were going to get down to the rough and raunchy stuff. He spun on his heel and took his seat on the throne again, his cock sticking up from between his legs like his royal scepter. Pete positioned me with my legs spread far apart, my ass sticking out toward the audience and my hands placed on Gary's knees to steady myself. I leaned forward and tongued his rod a little while Pete was getting out a dildo. This fake fucker was about twice as thick as the one I had tried out on that afternoon, but it was smeared with some grease, too.
Pete slipped his fingers into my ass-hole and rubbed some grease in up there, then he put the big rubber cock knob in place. He forced it into my body, and I gave some good groans and wiggled my ass around as the giant shaft fucked into me.
Mmmmmm! It sure felt good! Just as big as I could take without a lot of pain. He screwed it in and out a couple of times, then I whispered for him to let go of it and get out of the way. I did my number on that baby, sucking it into my ass-hole and shitting it back out again, and the crowd went out of their fucking minds!!
"Holy fuck! You see what he's doing..."
"Let me help you, boy..."
"Wouldn't you like that ass-hole workin' on your hob?"
"Never saw anything like..."
I was watching them watching me with my head hanging down between my legs. I saw dozens of hands ripping open dozens of pants, cocks out all over the place, heads dipping down to swallow eager prongs, and one guy crazed with lust trying to climb up on the stage with Gus hauling him back down by the seat of his pants.
I turned around and stood up with my legs as far apart as I could get them and still be able to walk. I waddled up to the front edge of the stage and stood there proudly working the dildo up and down and watching the faces below me going wild in animal lust for my body. My cock was jumping up and smacking wetly against my belly. I had been saving up a load that needed to get off for hours now, but I was glad that I had saved it.
"Cum!"
"Shoot it off, boy!"
"Over here, this way!"
"In my mouth! Give me your cream!"
Then someone started clapping his hands in time with the strokes I was giving myself. I was swept up in their need for me; my body jerked in time to their clapping; I didn't even touch my dork. I felt it cumming, a long, powerful orgasm coming up from the tips of my toes, from the pit of my stomach, from my heavy-hanging balls. The rubber dork was doing that special something to my prostate. I shot off!! I fucked it out in jerking, leaping streams like liquid white ribbons, spewing from the tip of my aching pecker. My steaming gism jetted out again and again a couple of yards at a time, splashing down over up-turned faces and eager hands reaching for just a drop of it to touch and taste! I came from the bottom of my soul for them!
Even when I had finished gisming out that huge load, my cock didn't droop one tiny bit! I was just as hard as when I started. I pulled the plastic prong out of my butt and tossed it out into the audience where there was nearly a fist fight over it. It was my turn to rest then, though I didn't feel like it.
Pete got out in the center of the stage and drove a big red dildo up his ass, then lay down and flipped his legs up over his head. He fitted his dork into his mouth and started sucking himself off while fucking his own butt with the dildo. The crowd whistled at him and started stomping their feet. Most of them had seen this part of the act before, and they wanted more of me. Pete hurried it up and pulled his prick out of his mouth to cum a good heavy load into his own pace and mouth. He looked a little pissed that I had stepped on his part of the act, but I hadn't planned anything or intended to upstage him.
Pete and Gary looked at each other, and Gary stuck his foot out as he sat on the throne. Pete winked and nodded at him. I thought they wanted me to shrimp his toes again, but that's not exactly what they had in mind. Pete got a tube of lubricant and squeezed it out all over Gary's foot. It looked really weird to me, the clear jelly running over his muscular toes and down the top of his foot. I couldn't figure out what they were going to do. Then Pete grabbed me by the arm and pulled me in position so that I was facing the audience with Gary's foot up between my legs. He made me lean forward and squat down. Then I felt Gary's toes tickling at my ass-hole. All of a sudden, I got the idea loud and clear!! His big toe jammed up into my butt hole, and I opened up for him. He quickly wiggled the rest of his toes in until I had taken him up to where his foot started. I wasn't any big deal so far, not much different from having a set of fingers in there.
I was really turned on by the new thing. I had never even imagined a foot fuck before. I grinned out at the audience and jacked on my cock a couple of times to show how sexy I was feeling. Gary worked his foot in up to the arch. It was getting a little tight, but not too much. It was about the same as a whole hand up to the wrist, but then things began to change and get serious!
When he got it in to the arch, his heel was still banging against the back of my balls. He pushed it upward! He was trying for the whole foot! He pushed up so hard, that he lifted me off the floor until I was balanced only ort my toes. Then he started waggling his foot back and forth like he was trying to get on a sock that was too tight-and that is about what he was doing! The grin melted off my face. It hurt like holy shit. I didn't think I could possibly do it. I wanted to quit until I saw all those men wanting to see me beaten, wanting to see me either make it or quit. I determined that I was going to make it.
I sucked in my belly and rammed my ass down on his fuckin' foot. The pain drained all the blood out of my face. I thought of Benjy, then, and the first time that I had fist-fucked him. I put my mind in his place, remembering the look on his face, the way he had talked, the way his belly had come thrusting up at me, impaled on my arm, his sperm shooting out in helpless spasms of lust and passion all over his chest and belly.
I DID IT!!
I got the whole fucking thing into me. The pain was making the sweat pour off my face, the cords in my neck straining as I held back a scream of agony. I took a deep breath and stepped forward. I pulled Gary off the throne like some slave in rebellion against his master. I heard his head bang on the floor as I dragged him forward. I staggered to the edge of the stage and pulled my heavy nuts out of the way so all the men could see that his foot was up my ass-hole to the ankle.
There was a moment of shocked silence, then a massive roar of utter mad lust bellowing up at me. Sperm came squirting and spewing up out of the crowd of me, offered up to me and my power, offerings of passionate gism. Bullets of it. streams of cum leapt up at me!
I leaned back and ground his heel on my prostate. My mouth opened in a silent scream of rut as I fucked my seed once more out to the worshippers gathered below me. The men erupted into a fighting, snarling, animal mass as they punched and scrambled over each other to get at me. I was the god of S&M, the idol of pleasure and pain, and these were my devoted servants and slaves. I fainted in the overwhelming culmination of my godhead.
I came to on the stage in another wave of pain as Gary struggled to pull his foot out of me. I strained with the effort and dully noticed that there was bright red blood dripping from his ankle. I was carried off the stage to the screams of adoration by the audience.
I discovered the blood was just from a minor cut made by Gary's toenails. When I got a little strength back, I whipped his ass around the dressing room for pulling a stunt like that without trimming his toenails short and smooth. I took over the act that night, and neither one of them have disputed my decisions since then.
We've made some movies since then, perhaps you've seen some of our loops. You'll be sure if you have. We're the ones with the hard cocks from the first inch of film till the last. I don't live with the boys. Their private lives are their own. I live the way I want to, working when I want to, moving on when I get tired of a place. But I always end up at the Thong for a few weeks each year.
Look for me the next time I'm in town.
But I'm still looking for that perfect fuck, the one that melts the memory of every other orgasm I've ever had in my life. You want to try giving it to me?