Chapter Three Self discovery: Going for it.

   Greg was flabbergasted.  He wanted to run away, get the hell out of
Dodge.  The man was trying to trap him, get him to admit everything. 
Briggs was a freaking pervert.  No wonder Marcie screwed around on him; he
was a fag and Greg now had something on the man.  --Or so he thought.

   He said, "I don't know what yer talking about, Mr.  Briggs.  I have to
go now, . . .  so can I have my money, please?"

   Jason spread his legs wider and slowly stroked his wet meat, surprised
at the almost painful hard-on, not to mention the amount of jizz oozing
from it.  He thought about his flagrant immoral behaviour, but quickly
dismissed, another part of his brain urged him on, thoughts he'd never had
before with a strong sense of control over the boy.

   "I saw you sucking Paul's cock this morning, . . .  and some other
younger kid the day before.  --Looked to me as if you like sucking cock."

   Greg was paralyzed with fear.  How could the man have known?  Surely
Marcie hadn't told him, she stressed the importance of secrecy every time.
He only brought along twelve year-old Charlie at her request, the new kid
recently transferred to the school from another city that he and Paul had
befriended earlier that year.

   It all started three months ago.  Mrs.  Briggs, the hottie, newly hired
junior high school secretary who looked like a student more that an adult
was the talk of the guy network dressed in her miniskirts and tight
blouses. Greg had fucked up.  He'd been sent to see the principle by a
teacher and he got to admire the woman while he awaited his fate. 
Principle Ferguson was tied up in meetings well after the final bell rang
so he missed his school bus.  Mrs.  Briggs kindly offered him a ride home.

   Marcie had never screwed around on her husband, Jason.  However, the
drop-dead gorgeous boy sitting uncomfortably delayed to see the principle
made her strangely attracted to him.  They made eye contact several times
from across the room, smiled shyly and looked away.  She knew Greg
continued to stare at her.  In fact, each time she looked over she was to
see a broad smile staring back.  Her panties were getting damp wondering
what the boy looked like naked.  His tight white t shirt displayed a
swimmer's build, a pair of blue knee length shorts revealed dark hairs past
the hem line indicating that he was well into puberty, if not well past the
final phase.

   Clearly, Greg had missed his bus home by the time old man Ferguson dealt
with the matter at hand.  Marcie saw him walking down the street when she
knocked off shortly after the disciplinary session with old man Ferguson
ended.  She pulled up beside him and offered him a ride home.  Marcie had
no idea why she stopped or why they stopped at the McDonald's drive-thru
for milkshakes.  She then drove to a secluded lake front spot where she and
Jason often made love before they were married.

   Seducing a thirteen, going fourteen, year-old boy was unknown territory.
This young stallion was some mother's child, somebody's baby, maybe still a
virgin.  His projection of innocence made her more wanton for him when she
leaned over and kissed him, ravished his face.  One hand held his head to
hers; the other opened his pants and ventured inside.  The excited boy
suddenly wet in her hand.

   Greg was still erect.  Still holding his head to hers, she reached down
and pulled off her panties from under her skirt.  Quickly, she straddled
the kid's lap and guided his thick six-plus inch cock into her.  Like a
jockey riding a prized racehorse to the finish line, she rode him until he
came a second time.  During the fantastic ride, she had multiple orgasms
feeling like the kinky high school girl that she never was.

   "I'm not a fag, mister, I only do that stuff cuz Marcie likes it." he
groaned.

   "I never said you were, kiddo." Said Jason trying to ease the lad's
conscience.  "I'm not a faggot either.  --I just want a blowjob.  It'll be
our little secret."

   "I gotta go now." Greg said, standing up.

   Jason was getting a little frustrated with the kid.  It was time to play
hardball with him.  "Do you know Frankie Jenkins from school?  You know,
the all-star quarterback." "What about him?" Greg replied with insolence,
preparing to walk away whether he got his money or not.

   "He's my nephew.  If a little birdie happened to tell him that you suck
cock...  well, he could make life a little tough on you and Paul, don't ya
think?  What do ya think he'd do if he knew he had a possible personal
cocksucker; a young, up and coming young jock like you, at his beck and
call?"

   Greg stopped dead in his tracks, the look of fear almost made Jason
regret the underhanded ploy.  Jason actually had no idea who Frankie
Jenkins was, other than Marcie casually mentioning him a few times as the
school hero.  Maybe she wanted to fuck him, too.  For all he knew, maybe
she had!

   "Take off your shorts, Gregory, and come over here.  I want you naked'"

   Slowly the kid unbuttoned his cut-offs, began pulling down the fly but
then hesitated.  Jason almost came just looking at the sight of the boy's
light sparse bush revealed between the vee-opening of his shorts.  Jason
only had to reach an arm's length to grab Greg's arm and haul him over,
relishing in his spontaneous decision to remove the tight fitting shorts
himself.

   With a great deal of effort, every inch his cut-offs moved down his hips
exposed more and more shaft under the velvety tuft of pubes that Jason
couldn't resist a feel of.  Some were just peeking from pores on his groin,
others at various lengths confined to about three inches of his groin.  A
definite struggle, the boy's plump ass was the resistance of the tight
denim that finally ceded and revealed more cock.  Another tug had all three
inches of thin flaccid cut cock in his face.  The shorts then fell easily
to his ankles.

   Jason's right hand squeezed Greg's satiny left buttock, followed by a
finger up and down the damp crack, his puckered hole seemed to clench
whenever he travelled that low.  Not days ago would Jason have ever thought
he would be seducing another guy, a nearly fourteen year old boy no less.
He tongued the shaft and low hanging cherry-size orbs wrapped tight in a
pink velvet sack, the scent of it all quite funky, unidentifiable,
nonetheless intoxicating.

   Jason was enthralled when the boy-dick began to react to the oral
stimulation.  He dared not touch his own hair-trigger cock, feeling the
orgasm brewing in his nuts ready at any second to volcano up his shaft. 
Whenever he was making love to Marcie and in order to prolong ejaculation
he thought about drowning kittens, strangling puppies, his grandmother,
anything to prolong orgasm.  However, the reality of the moment was all he
could concentrate on.  Five plus inches of boy cock in his mouth and a
saliva wet finger working into the tight rectum up to the second knuckle
was too much ecstasy and caused him to erupt.

   It was a minor setback he regretted.  Usually he would lose sexual
interest, shrink up inside Marcie or roll off her onto his back, spent. 
But Jason was still aroused.  He was at half-mast not moments later and
after playing with it, he was hard again.

   "Oh fuck!" Greg exclaimed, Jason knew then that he had found the
whereabouts of the boy's g-spot.  His knees buckled and quivered, Jason
thought Greg would fall down and then he came.  Jason had a lot to learn
about early warnings.  Greg's cock pulsed several times and released a
torrent that hit the back of his throat unexpectedly causing him to choke.
But, as inexperienced as he was, he got control again in an instant and
happily sucked away until the final drop.  Jason had given his first
blowjob, swallowed his first load of fresh boy cum, and, had his first
taste of cum other than his own.  His was bitter; Greg's was bittersweet.

   Jason kept what might have been one or two ejaculates in his mouth.  He
enjoyed the sensations of rolling his tongue over the pasty substance.  It
was now his turn.  Jason forced Greg to his knees without a word spoken. 
Not that the kid was a practiced cocksucker but he knew what was expected
of him.  He wrapped the thick cock in his hand and went down on the leaking
head without being pressured.  Jason sat back in his patio chair and
enjoyed the five-minutes of bliss; he didn't even try to stave off orgasm.
Without giving the kid any notice, he reached up, pulled his head into his
crotch and pumped what had to be one of the largest loads of his life down
the kids wide open throat.

   Jason had held the kids head tight until he knew the last of his load
had been swallowed.  Once he let Greg go, he watched as the boy struggled
to pull his shorts on and said, "You can fuck Marcie anytime you want from
now on with my blessing as long as you come back tomorrow with Paul.  I
want to fuck his ass while you fuck mine.  --Deal?  Jason couldn't believe
the words coming out of his mouth as he continued to savour the taste of
the boy's cum on his tongue.

   On hearing Jason's request, Greg thought that it was better to sacrifice
Paul's ass over his, quickly agreed.  He knew that Paul would do anything
Greg told him to.  And, as far as fucking the man up the ass went, he was
intrigued by it.  After all, it was better to fuck this man up the ass on
the Q.T.  than having all-star quarterback Frankie Jenkins turning him into
the school locker-room whore.

   That night in bed, Jason insisted on a blowjob from his wife.  The very
thought of him having had his cock in her young lover's mouth hours before
turned him on immensely.  She most certainly would have got off knowing
what he and the kid did, however, she had her secrets and now he had his.
As far as he was concerned, Marcie could bring all the boys home to bed as
she pleased, pussy-whipped, easily seduced, guilty boys.  He was hooked on
boy cock wondering why this craving never surfaced until then.

   "The boys are coming over today to help me clean out the garage." he
casually mentioned over breakfast.  "It's about time we trash all that shit
in the loft; we never seem to miss anything that's boxed up, so time to get
rid of it.  I want to make it into a study for myself, ya know, for my
business."

   "Wonderful idea, hon." She replied.  "The den can finally be used as a
spare bedroom, and not your man cave!" she laughed.

   Greg and Paul arrived at noon.  Marcie made a fuss over them fixing them
lunch.  "What the hell," Jason thought, let her have them for a while.  He
winked at Greg and went out to return the video rentals and get a long
overdue oil change.  The pimply faced teen was reading a magazine when
Jason walked in; the bells over the door announced his entry.

   The kid was hardly interested in the customer but took a second glance
and immediately recognized the hunky man from Friday evening.  He bolted
upright.  "Hey, dude." he managed to say, "Enjoy the movies?"

   Jason overlooked the acne problem and saw a rather cute young man.  He
noticed the kid's stylish hair which had been buzzed at the sides and
spiked on top a few inches.  He looked to be only sixteen but knew he had
to be 18 to work the porn store.  Frankie, the name tag said.

   "Yes, Frankie, I did" Jason dared to hold up the bi-porn and said,
"Especially this one."

   Freddie looked at what the man held in front of his nose, blushed and
stuttered, "One of mmmy fffavorites, too!"

   Jason had suddenly found a depth of courage from somewhere.  He felt he
had nothing to lose, asking, "You have `back in ten minutes' sign to place
on the door?"

   Frankie's eyes lit up, the handsome man was coming on to him.  "No, I
have one that says 20 minutes, though."

   Neither said a word as Frankie put the sign on the door, locked it and
then led the man to a back storage room where he got on his knees and
opened the man's shorts as fast as his shaking hands could manage.  He was
happy to find him not wearing any underwear.  Just as Frankie got the top
button opened and the zipper part of the way down, Jason slipped his hands
behind the kids head and drew his nose into his exposed bush.  For Frankie
the intoxicating smell of Jason's crotch was like an aphrodisiac.  After he
let the kneeling boy get his fill, he let him pull down the zipper the rest
of the way and slowly pull out the already erect and beautiful piece of
manhood.

   Frankie had had sex with a few of the male customers in the back of his
father's store; however, the man standing before him he thought to be a
blond Adonis.  He'd even jerked off that Friday night in bed thinking about
him.  As he knelt before this living sculptured sex symbol of manhood he
did not believe his good fortune that dreams can and do come true.

   Jason couldn't believe his luck either.  He had to ask, "How old are
you?"

   The garbled, cock stuffed mouth replied, "Eighteen." Jason seriously
doubting the answer countered that response by asking the question again.
"Fifteen, almost sixteen." the kid admitted, taking a brief time out from
devouring the meaty cock to explain something about his dad taking chances
employing him.

   Jason didn't give a sweet fuck about the kid's dad cutting labour costs.
The fact that the boy was fifteen made things all the more raunchy for him.
"You like it up the ass?" he asked blatantly.

   Frankie suddenly stood, pulled down his jeans and underwear and bent
over a stack of boxes without saying a word.  Jason was taken by surprise.
He really didn't know how to proceed so reached around to hold the boy's
smallish, erect warm cock and balls.  But instinct quickly gave way; after
all man has been fucking man since the dawn of time.  He spit on his palm,
placed the head against the beautiful boy pucker and the rest was history,
Jason had fucked and creamed his first boy ass, and he loved every moment
of it.  He spun the boy around, told him to jerk off and watched as the kid
spewed five gobs of pearly white cum on the floor.  What a waste, Jason
later reminisced.  However, he knew there would be a next time, and a next
time again after that.  This kid was his for the taking.

   Jason returned home about two hours later to find the boys and Marcie
around the patio table having vodka coolers.  She wore her red bikini; the
boys wore no shirts, socks or shoes.  Surely, he hoped.  Marcie would take
care to make sure that he would not find the items scattered around his
bedroom.  He detected a hint of disappointment upon his arrival, their
giggles ceased, Greg's eyes lowered, showing his shame or was it guilt? 
They had fucked Marcie as sure as he was standing there.  He smiled at the
ever bubbly Marcie; Jason had his own secrets.

   After Marcie had left for her regular Saturday afternoon visit to the
nursing home, Jason had the boys carrying heavy boxes down the
fifteen-stairs from the garage loft and placing them in the box of his old
Chevy ½ ton to be taken to the local dump.  The 1958 truck was his pride
and joy since the age of sixteen when his grandfather had given it to him
for his birthday.  Jason attended `show & shines' when he had the time to
show off the well looked after original model.  He had taken great care to
search for the hard to find original parts over the years when they were
needed.

   He was proud of the fact that he lost his virginity to a girl that year
on the leather bench seat at a drive-in movie theatre with his best friend
David crouched in the tight rear storage area behind the seat watching. 
Jason remembered clearly when they switched places and David struggling to
put on Jason's used condom, the only one they had and shared.  He
remembered his fifteen year-old best bud's impressive cock, the first and
last time he ever seen another boy erect.  Maybe it was then that he had
his first thought of infatuation with boy cock but it was quickly
dismissed.

   An old double mattress leaned against the loft wall.  There was just
enough room made to lower it flat, Jason stripped naked and lay on it
stroking his overly hard shaft waiting for the boys to run up the stairs
and see him.  Jason was taking awful chances lately.  The tryst with Greg,
followed by his forthright approach on Frankie, somehow knowing the boy
wanted him, and how easy it was getting the certainly experienced kid. 
Jason wasn't worried about Greg, he would do as he was told.  Paul,
however, was an uncertainty.  How would he react to the naked man lying on
the mattress playing with himself.

   Jason didn't have to wonder too long.  Both boys stood frozen at the top
of the stairs, Paul's jaw agape.  Something told Jason that Greg had
pre-warned Paul that the gig was up, the man somehow knew everything about
them were doing with his wife.  Greg stood there with a smirk on his face
as if expecting something would eventually happen, and it did.

   Staring at Greg, he asked, "Did ya's fuck Marcie while I was out and
gave you the chance?" Greg shook his head affirmatively, "Then it's my turn
to get fucked, I guess." Jason tossed a small bottle of `Glide' lube to the
end of the mattress, rolled over on his stomach with his ass in the air and
said, "Fuck me, Greg. . . .  Paul, take your shorts off and get your ass up
here so I can blow ya!"

   Jason might have been the submissive one, however, he maintained
control. He was still in charge as the boys obeyed.  He looked over his
shoulder to see them pulling down their shorts, Greg crawled up the
mattress, Paul showed his goods at the head of the bed, his erect uncut
four-inch cock standing at the ready when he settled with his back against
the headboard.  Yes, he had definitely been briefed on what to expect.

   It hurt.  It hurt a lot.  Jason had to tell Greg to go easy, slow down,
use more lube.  The boy was only slightly larger than the dildo, but he had
control then.  He wondered how he so easily slid into Frankie at the video
store, who never complained and appreciated a good fucking.  Experience,
that had to be it.  Frankie had probably been fucked many times, for many
years.  Hell, maybe his own father broke him in, anyone who owns a porn
store must be kinky; a third of the store's gay orientation spoke for
itself, didn't it?

   Greg had planted himself to the max.  Jason felt the boy's groin mashed
against his ass.  It was time to service the neglected young cock staring
him in the face that he feared he might have bitten off while he adjusted
to his first fucking with teeth clenched.  Like the dildo, things started
to take a positive turn.  Pain slowly turned to pleasure, then more
pleasure.  Jason was meeting Greg's thrusts, clenching his anus at every
reverse motion fearing the dick would plop out, which it did several times
until Greg got his rhythm down to a near miss, Jason's prostate
unbelievably sensing the erotic stimulation gliding over it.

   Several times he forgot about Paul when he reared his head back in bliss
but he would always go back down on the boy's cock with fervour.  Jason
came on the mattress, barely even hard.  Getting fucked had to be the
greatest sexual experience of his life.  Once Greg had bred him, he
maintained control over Greg by having Paul fuck him.  He came again
sucking Greg's flaccid cock back to life for another hard fucking.  Paul's
cock was sweet, but Greg's was a heavenly delight.

   Greg and Paul brought more boys to the house as they were selected by
Marcie.  The amazing thing was that Marcie never caught on to Jason's game.
She had good taste, and Jason secretly enjoyed them all up his ass or in
his mouth thanks to Greg who couldn't believe his own good fortune.  Every
Saturday morning Jason fucked Freddie at the store and sometimes during the
week after work if he was horny.  They had quickies in the back room if the
store was busy.  And over time, just as he thought, he had found out that
the boy's father and his uncle had been fucking him since the age of six.

   Jason soon tossed the strap on cock and all its accessories.  He had the
real thing at his beck and call and, like his aversion to jerking off,
never had to revert back.  Boys were always plentiful in his garage
loft/den.  The cell phone cameras were a wonderful thing as was Marcie's
pussy in keeping them interested.

   Life was good, his late discovery of boys, --mind blowing.

   The End

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