Scruffy

The kid is sitting on my bed. Waiting. Cute. Young. Willing.

We’ve been texting for a while. Friend of a fuck buddy. He’s straight. Or so he claims. Plays around occasionally. Has a girlfriend. Wants to be a man. But he’s still a boy. Looks it, too.

Short. 5’6”. Light brown curly hair. A little too long. Deep brown eyes. In shape, but not too built. Surprisingly fuzzy. Lots of scruff. Kids today seem to like to show they can grow a beard. Even if it’s shitty. We get it: you’ve got pubes. Relax.

His texts usually come late at night. Probably drunk based on his spelling. He usually balks at the last minute. Almost always a lame excuse.

He kept me up late the previous night: “Im horny”  “wanna fuk?”  “my dick is so hard!!!!!!” I’m surprised to see him up this  early as I walk by the coffee shop. We chat. On my way to the gym. As I leave, I tussle his hair. “Get a haircut, hippie.” I can smell him… “and take a shower for Christ’s sake!” Laughing as I walk away.

He texts me constantly as I’m working out. Keeps interrupting my music. The BF is out of town, otherwise he’d be busting my balls with some Crossfit nuttery. (I like the results and the feeling I get from Crossfit, but the fanaticism of everyone involved—including the BF—annoys the shit out of me.)

I don’t like people fucking with my workout. I want to get this shit done. I want to focus. Work on my goals and get the fuck way from the assholes who use the gym to socialize.

I belong to three gyms: The 24-hour social—lots of networking. I’m still intense, but I’m willing to talk, mostly coworkers and the like. The High End—serious networking with clients, don’t get shit of a workout. The Real Gym—where the BF is a trainer. Crossfit. Intense. Can barely walk after. Whole body is destroyed the next day. It’s awesome.  All are in the City and I don’t feel like driving in on a nice day—bridges and roads are packed with goofballs wanting to picnic, etc.

Scruffy is still at the coffee shop when I walk out. He stands when I walk by. “Did you get my last message?” I glare at him. “Did you get mine?”  I’d told him “fuck off, tease” after the tenth “I’m horny” text.

I look at my phone. “I’m ready.” He follows me home in a 1992 Toyota Piece of Shit. I’m tempted to tell him to park down the street. His car is embarrassing.

He starts looking around as we walk in. There will be no tour. “Upstairs.” I keep him in front of me. Shit, he’s got a hot ass.

We walk in the bedroom. He turns around. Stares for a second. Then starts licking my sweaty chest. I lean down and get a whiff of his hair. Shit. It stinks. I tell him to shower. He tries that “it’s my scent” bullshit. “This is scent,” I say, wiping my pit and smearing it on his lips. “You’re dirty. You stink. Clean the fuck up.”

He tries to be sexy as he takes off his clothes. “Just get in the goddamn shower.” He says his girlfriend likes it. I tell him his girlfriend is an idiot. He doesn't argue.

He stands under the water, letting it cascade down his body. Then he starts to play with the shower head. Fuck this. I climb in.Before he can really react, I grab the shower head and put it back on its craddle. I take his arms and hold them at his side. “Stay.” Not sure what his expression is. Don’t care. He’s acting like a child, I’ll treat him as such. He starts to speak. “Shut up.”

I put the shampoo in his hair. Get my hands in. Barely any foam. How fucking dirty is he? Rinse. Repeat. Just like the bottle says. It’s nicer the second time. I stand a little closer. My flushed cock bounces a little just above his cheeks. He starts to reach back. “Hands. Sides. Now.” He’s going to be clean before I fuck him. He pisses me off. I like some stink on a guy. I love a man’s scent. There’s a line between stink and stank. He’s got the latter.

He’s the perfect height for washing. Almost a foot shorter I can really dominate him. I rub soap on a washcloth. “Close your eyes”. I scrub his face. Ears. Neck. I push him under the water to rinse.  More soap. I get his arms and really scrub his back.

More soap. I reach around. I pull him into me as I scrub his chest and stomach.

“Arms up.”

I get those stanky pits. I didn’t reload the soap for those. They need to be washed, but not scrubbed of all his scent.

I kneel and get his legs. I turn him around. His bone is up against his stomach. I haven’t touched that. Yet. I get his feet. Fucking gross. I tell him he needs a pedicure. He tells me that’s for fags. I tell him he’s an adult and needs to start acting like it.

Still on my knees, I grab the soap. I lather up my hands well. Time for his junk. Uncut. Thick. Looks like it has a nice head under the foreskin. Does not shave or trim his pubes. Sweet. Finally, a point in his favor. I start to clean his junk. Working the balls. Getting the pubes good. I rub the soap on his pubes to get real foamy. I pull back his foreskin. I’m expecting cheese but find it very clean. I mention it. “I’m pretty good about that.” He starts to tell me his routine. I tell him I don’t care. He seems to like the abuse. I intend to keep it up.

I’m still not clean and I don’t feel like fucking in the shower. I smack his ass. Tell him to dry off and wait for me. When I’m done, he’s waiting for me. Sitting on the edge of the bed like a dutiful student.

The towel is on the floor. He’s still got that hardon. I run my hands through his damp hair. “Much better.” He pulls his head away. I lean down to kiss him. Scruffy pulls away. “I don’t kiss.” Seriously.

“Seriously…?”

“I just…” I stop him. He’ll suck my dick and take it up the ass, but won’t kiss? “I’m not a fag. My girlfriend…” I stop him again.

My argument goes something like this: "You won’t kiss because you’re straight, but you’ll suck my dick. Trust me, when you’re on my dick or taking it in your mouth, so swallowing my load, I’m thinking you’re a total fucking fag. When you leave, I’ll pretend you’re straight. When you’re here, you’re a fag.”  We continue back and forth until I finally say, “Fine. Whatever. Suck my dick.” He does. Because that’s so fucking straight.

Like all totally-straight-kind-of-bi-because-their-girlfriend-is-out-of-town-guys he gives an amazing blowjob. Treats the head right. Sucks on my balls. Chews and nibbles all around the base, shaft and balls. He takes it down pretty deep, too. The thickness of the base prevents him from swallowing.

Actually, I prevent him from swallowing: his teeth are starting to scrape.

I get him up on the bed and crawl over him. I turn his head so I can nibble on his scruffy neck. I lick and nibble. He moans softly. Doesn’t kiss, but doesn’t mind getting kissed.

I move to his right pit. It’s clean, but there is still a hint of b.o. Nice. I lick and chew; Scruffy moans and wriggles around. I give his left the same treatment. Must have done that after the right. It’s definitely got more funk. I give it more attention. I soak it with my spit. I slurp it back up.

I kiss my way down his trim muscled torso. Suckling on each bubble of an ab and licking the fuzzy valleys between each. He coos.

I pull on his balls so his beautiful cock rises off his body. I take it in. I work my tongue on his foreskin before swallowing it all. I pull the foreskin back, sucking on the head. Then I push it back and lightly nibble and chew on that delicious extra skin. I take the whole shaft down. I keep on it for a while. Unlike most of his contemporaries he lasts. Which only makes me work harder.

Scruff doesn’t say much. He groans and coos a lot. Says “shit” and “fuck” a lot, too. I keep going. It’s a perfect dick for sucking. Not too long or two thick. But enough to enjoy. It just starts to go down my throat. I can practically feel his foreskin kiss my tonsils. This goes on for a while. I like the way he holds my head. Not from the top. Not fucking my face. But from the side. The jaw. Gentle encouragement.

I pull up his legs and push him back. I lift his hefty balls and start licking the taint. He calls out. When I start licking his hairy hole he practically starts speaking in tongues. I roll him over and start really chewing on his furry ass. He pushes back against my mouth and tongue. Begging for more. I give it him. I keep my tongue in there and wiggle it around. The noises he makes are incredible. Tongue fucking him elicits even more odd noises. I decide I need to stay for a while and work on his ass. Twenty minutes later, he's still not complaining--but my tongue is tired.

I pull off. I grab lube and condoms from the nightstand. I begin to lube up his ass. He likes this almost as much as my rimming. “You’ve bottomed before, right?” He nods. “How many times?” He holds up three fingers. Final question: “Any as big as me?” He shakes his head.

Great. I hate newbies. Too much time training them to enjoy fucking ‘em. I don’t want to ruin him, so I go slow. I carefully play with his asshole. Fingers. Tongue. More lube. More fingers. More tongue. When he starts to back up onto three fingers, he’s more than ready.

I start to slide in to Scruffy’s tight furry hole. I love watching the head disappear into the dark crevice between his fuzzy cheeks. He whimpers. Tells me to stop. I slowly pull out. We try again. And again. The next time I just leave it and tell him to breathe. Finally, he nods. Slight push back.

I push a little farther. He groans but it’s now acceptance. I push in. Pull back. Push in farther. Pull back. His legs start shaking. Some slow fucking. I pull out.

On his back. Pillow underneath. I start to slide in again. I watch his beautiful face. Pain and pleasure keep crossing. I lean forward, giving his neck gentle kisses. “Good…?” He reaches around, grabbing my shoulders, his hand gripping my neck.

I look into his eyes on my last, gentle push in. Scruffy’s eyes go wide and a smile crosses his face. I pull back and gently start fucking him. Locking my eyes on his the entire time. Gentle breaths from him. He still is holding on tight. I love it. Each thrust is met with a tighter grip on my arm and neck. He keeps looking at my lips. I move my mouth to his. Straight boy’s tongue dives into my mouth. We thrust our tongues into each other’s mouth as my engorged cock thrusts deep into his tight hole. I begin to thrust harder. Fucking him with a faster pace as our tongues intertwine.

I pull my mouth away. Scruffy’s eyes roll back. He whispers, “Please… please, fuck me…”

At this point, I’m convinced he’s been fucked more than just a few times. I'm sure his ass has been harshly pounded before. No more gentle fucking for this boy. I turn Scruffy onto his left side, lifting his right leg up and thrusting deeply. Each thrust is met with a hard grunt. He keeps nodding. I keep fucking hard.

I play with his dick. Pulling the foreskin back. Slapping it against his stomach. I roll him onto his knees so I can stand and thrust into him harder and deeper. I have to squat a bit, which causes my balls to slap hard into his with each thrust. The pleasure/pain with each sharp smack of my nuts hitting his is delicious. It keeps me fucking harder, longer.

After a bit, I lay down on the bed and let Scruffy crawl on top. He faces me so I can play with his chest and dick. The boy rides it like a champ. He’s jumping up and down so hard and fast, I’m afraid he’ll slip and break my dick. I keep rubbing his tight body. Watching the sweat pour across his fuzz.

I have him turn around so I can watch my shaft slide in and out of his hole as he rides me. I keep one hand on the base of his neck by his shoulder. He really seems to like that. He likes me being in control.

I move back against the headboard so I can sit up. He drops back on. He leans back. I nibble on his back and neck. He continues to ride. My arms are around him. Holding him. Feeling my cock deep in him.

He turns around to ride me from the front. We are face-to-face. He immediately starts kissing me. I jerk his dick as he bounces up and down. “I’m gonna…! Jeez… I’m gonna…!” He unleashes a torrent of jizz onto my chest and neck. It just keeps pumping creamy white spunk. I keep pumping his shaft. He's whispering "cum" with each shot of milky white rope. Empty, he looks at me.

Without pulling out. I pull Scruffy close and flip him on his back. I hammer his ass until my cock throbs. His jizz drips from me back on to him. I lean forward and bite his neck. The sweat/jizz mixture on our bodies makes a slurping sucking sound almost as loud as my dick in his ass.

Slamming my cock harder and faster into his hole. His fingers tear up my back. He tries to grab my ass but can’t get a grip on it: each time I pull back it eludes his grasp. Scruffy’s hands grip on the side of my lower back until I call out.

As I cum I stop pulling back. I push further into his ass. As if I will go deeper than I’ve been. As if I can push through the condom. My mouth is clamped onto his neck. His hands grab my cheeks, but the sweat causes them to lose their grip. A taller man with bigger arms could have kept ahold. He keeps trying. He keeps slipping. Scruffy is inadvertently smacking my ass. Fuck yeah.

I lay there for a moment. Still inside him. Spent. I pull back. I bit his neck hard when I came. They’re will be a bruise later. I roll off. Lay back and stare at the ceiling. I pull the condom off my still throbbing shaft. Toss it over to the trash. Hoping it doesn’t land on the carpet. (It does).

Scruffy is immediately on top of me. Kissing. Cooing. He wants another round.

Who am I to say no?

We fuck two more times. Once more on the bed. Similar to before but harder. Louder. Sweatier. Another by the mirrored closet doors. We both like to watch ourselves fuck. So we put on a show for ourselves. Scruffy looks good riding my cock.

Finished, he asks if he can use my shower again.  I tell him no.

“I sorta stink again.”

I smack Scruffy’s ass, “Yeah, but it’s my stink you go on you.”

As he dresses, I see him lean down a little and sniff, trying to see if he can smell me on him.

New Post Coming on Wednesday! (Seriously, it's TRUE!)

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Frat Life

I have friends that fantasize over what my experiences being in a Frat in college was like. While it was fun. Hot. Exciting. Homoerotic. It was mostly this:



Guys being idiots. Great times.

Yeah... I know, I've been slacking on posts. Sorry. Life gets in the way.  I've been thinking about stuff. Just need to sit and write it down.

Summer Sleepovers

Hot summer nights. Sleep over at Jeff Henry’s. He’s in bed. I’m on the floor. Each just in our underwear. We talk in the dark. About sports. About girls. Our dicks. “I’m so hard thinking about…” Some long forgotten girl. He won’t stop chatting. Every now and again his dad will shout out from the living room to go to sleep.


Eventually, his dad will come in and flip on the lights. Mr. Henry’s a stocky man. Not fat. Muscular. Handsome in a rough way. Furry. With a big package. Usually stands there in nothing but his tighty-whities. Jeff still keeps talking.

I know why. I’ve slept over a dozen or so times. Since I was 11 or 12.

About 20 minutes after we’re out, Mr. Henry comes in. Thinks we’re asleep. Well, thinks I’m asleep. Crawls into Jeff’s bed.

There are quiet whispers. Gentle whispers. Whispered protest. Whimper. Then soft sucking sounds. His dad grunts when he cums. A little too loud. Like he wants me to wake up. I lay still.

The first time Jeff protested to his dad I was still awake. Mr. Henry calls my name. I know to lay still. Play dead. “See? Asleep. C’mon boy…” slurp. slurp. slurp…

His dad leaves. Jeff cries quietly into his pillow. I know the feeling. I have a brother with needs, too. I know the shame of desire. Of enjoying it. I quietly crawl in with him. Hold him. He's hard. I tell him it's okay. I tell him I understand. The first time he cries himself to sleep in my arms.

We never speak of it in the daylight.

Next time. He doesn’t cry. I still hold him. We’re on our sides. Me behind. I try not to press against him. I’m hard. He pushes back. Feels it. We just lay there. When he’s asleep, I jack off.

Third time. Holding him. Hard. He reaches back and plays with it. I play with his dick. I try to get him to blow me. Only if I do him. We argue over who goes first. We settle on 69ing. He cums first.

It progresses.

Fourth. He reaches back. I pull up his leg. I start fingering his hole. He protests. I tell him it’s okay. I tell him I won’t tell. He pushes me away.

Next morning. Just before dawn. I’m on the floor. I get up to get dressed. He makes a comment about next time. I tell him I don’t think I’m coming back. He asks why. I shrug. I tell him I won’t tell anyone about “…stuff.” He nods.

I turn to leave. He pulls me close. “I’m sorry.” He’s choked up. “My dad…” He stops. He knows he can’t talk about it. But he knows I know. “I promised…” he stops. I nod. I tell him it’s okay. “I just thought we were best friends…” It’s a manipulative move. It’s a dick move. It works.

I make him run naked to the kitchen for Crisco. He takes forever. He couldn’t find it. “It was way in the back of the pantry behind the oil.” Makes me laugh. Who fucking cares where it was? He gets on the bed. I turn him around. Knees just on the edge. He faces away. “Will it hurt?” I lie and say “no.”

He tries to stop me three or four times. I say what my brothers say to me: “shut the fuck up and take it like a man.” I grease up more. I push. Tell him to relax. Push. I’m in. He’s tight. It’s awesome. I tell him he feels amazing. I like it when my brothers tell me that. He likes it too. The groans of pain become more of a moan. Bitch is loving it.

The bed squeaks. We move to the floor. I put him on his back. There’s just enough light I can see his face. I love how he’s grabbing my arms. My sides. My neck... I’m looking into his eyes as I fuck him. He’s enjoying it. He’s enjoying me. I can literally feel the adoration flowing from this guy.

“How long have you been waiting for me to do this?” I huff into his ear. A long time. I ask if he’s loving it. He nods. I ask if he loves me. He nods harder. My dick swells. I can feel it building. I start fucking him as hard as I can. He let's out a deep moan. It's beautiful. I tell him I’m cumming in his ass. I feel my spunk pouring into him. My final thrust starts his orgasm. He spews out a big load of sperm onto his stomach.

I wipe up using his t-shirt. The room smells of sweat, shit and cum. And a bit of Crisco.

The next half a dozen times or so it plays out the same way: He blows his dad. After, I fuck his ass. The last night I spent the night was different.

MUCH different.

Jeff is lightly snoring. It’s only been about two minutes since he stopped talking. I get up to pee. Wander down the hall in the dark. Long pee in the dark. I miss the toilet on the first two blasts of pee. Aim slightly off. The rest is a loud roar of foam as I release into the middle of the bowl.

I walk out and hear “Gotta work on your aim” from the darkness of the living room. I see the soft glow of a cigarette. Mr. Henry is sitting in the big EZChair by the window. I tell him I’ll clean it up in the morning.

The light from the moon casts a long bright light along the floor. It just catches his knee. It makes it harder to see him in the dark. However, his underwear seems to glow slightly. As if it’s calling to me. He tells me I should be in bed. I tell him it’s hard to sleep in someone else’s house.
“You’ve never had a problem in the past…”

“I just pretend, hoping I will fall asleep.”

I step forward. The moonbeam hits me at waist level. My hard-on in my shorts is illuminated. No more pretending.

I’ve asked Jeff about his dad’s dick. He says it’s big. Thick, goopy load. I want it. I want it bad. I tell him Jeff’s asleep. Snoring. I’m scared he’s going to tell me to stop. I can’t stop. Won’t stop. I step forward. His hand touches my thigh. If he reaches for my dick, I know I’ll cum fast. I drop to my knees. Pull the elastic. His thick cock is in my mouth. I barely get it wet before Mr. Henry shoots.

Just like Jeff said: thick, goopy load. He lets out a slight gurgle as he releases. Swallow it all. I look up into the darkness for approval. Mr. Henry stands me up. Pulls me forward. Pulls down my shorts. They’re damp with precum. The way he’s pulling me throws me off balance. I’m standing on one leg, trying not to fall. I can barely concentrate on his swallowing my hairy dick. It takes me a few minutes to cum. I let loose quite a load. I drain into his throat.

I lean down. I’ve never thought of kissing Mr. Henry before. It seems right. His tongue is in my mouth. This is all too weird. I kiss back. Swirling my tongue around. I have no idea what I’m doing. I sit on his lap and we make out for a while.

Mr. Henry moves us quietly into the kitchen. A small nightlight by the breakfast table casts a yellow glow. We rub all over each other. We make out some more. He grabs my ass and squeezes. I’m hard again. Dripping a lot of precum. His finger probes my hole. I spread my legs…

He pushes me away and starts looking through a cabinet. Tells me he’s looking for Crisco. I tell him to look behind the oil in the pantry…

I lean over the cold counter as he enters me. It’s thick. Not enough grease so it hurts a little. I tell him to add more. I whimper when he tries to push in hard. A little more grease. I’m golden.

Mr. Henry goes slow for a few minutes. Rubbing my back. My leg. My neck. I ask him if it feels good. He grunts. He starts to pump faster. He’s going to cum again. I hold onto the corner for balance. His thrusting is causing my dick to bang into the counter. I can feel the precum oozing out. Mr. Henry grabs my arms as he nuts. He’s louder this time. The kitchen isn’t a quiet place. I’m sure someone will hear.

We stand there for a few minutes. His cock pulsing in my ass. Slowly he pulls out. He turns me to kiss him and feels my hardon. He drops down on his knees to finish me off. I close my eyes and let him slurp on my rod. Mr. Henry sucks cock better than his boy.

I’m getting ready to cum. I whisper that I’m close. He sucks harder. It feels so amazing. I start cumming in his mouth. It’s so intense I see stars and flashes of light. Then it feels funny. He’s not sucking me. I open my eyes.

The lights are on.

Jeff stands in the doorway. He just stares at us. I look down at his dad. Mr. Henry is looking at Jeff. Still holding my dick. I’m still pulsating spunk. It’s dribbling on his furry chest. We remain frozen for what feels like forever.

Jeff turns out the lights. Walks back to his room.

We remain frozen. I’m waiting for Mr. Henry to do something. Say something.

Nothing.

I grab a dish towel . Start cleaning up. Me. Then Mr. Henry. I clean up all the drippings. Put the Crisco away. Toss the towels into the washing machine. Mr. Henry just stands there.

When he finally speaks it’s in whispered freak-out. Worried Jeff will say something. I’ve had enough experience with sex with family to know that no one talks. “Go to bed and talk to him later.” Mr. Henry stumbles off.

Jeff lays there, his back to me. I try to talk to him but he tells me just to go to sleep.

Morning. Jeff tells me he doesn’t think I should sleep over anymore. He’s right. I’ve laid there all night thinking about it.

I don’t want to stay for breakfast but Mrs. Henry insists. It’s oddly quiet. The dishes are cleared. Mrs. Henry wonders what is all over her lower cabinet. In my haste-filled cleaning, I missed where my dick rammed the cabinet. A little Fanstastik and my precum ooze is gone…

…minutes later, so am I.

Mrs. Henry moved out with the kids over the next Christmas break. Mr. Henry sold his business and left town shortly before the next summer.

I ran into Jeff on the streets of Chicago about seven years ago. He recognized me right away. We went for drinks. Caught up about our lives. Jeff doesn’t speak of his dad. The sleepovers were never discussed.

Dance, Bitches!

The Assistant sent this to me this morning as a response to my request to schedule two meetings next Monday. This is the type of passive/aggressive attitude I deal with every day--but he's clever about it, so I forgive him (plus, he's got a hot ass).

On a sad/pathetic note, I went dancing with The Boyfriend this weekend... I'd like to think I've got dance moves. Actual quote from the BF: "How can such a strong athlete who's so in tune to his body be such a lousy dancer?" Me: "I got moves. Guys were all over me." BF: "Gays will forgive anything if you're good looking enough. I'm sure they'd forgive Hitler if he looked like you."*

*Not sure how I should feel about this. He did stroke my ego, but equated my dancing to the horrors Hitler brought upon the world.

The Wedding Invitation

Got a call from the BF. We just received a wedding invitation. “There’s a note attached…” he stammers. This is not the first to have ‘a note.’

“Read it.”

“Robert, I hope you and [The Boyfriend] can make it. You MUST promise that you are NOT going to try to sleep with any of the wedding party at the wedding this time. Including me, [the groom] and my brother. I’m serious! If you can’t make the promise, you can’t come. Love, Claire”.

“Is she for real?” Unfortunately, yes. I immediately text Claire:

Me: Got the invite. Got your msg. Thanks.
Claire: Holding you to it.
Me: K. How cute is the priest?
Claire: Srsly?
Me: ;-)
Claire: Just of Peace. 60’s.
Me: Oh. Then no promise on your bro.
Claire: Ass! He just got out of a bad one.

[15 minutes later]
Claire: PLZ DON’T MESS THIS WEDDING UP TOO.
Me: Too?
Claire: You know what I mean.
Me: please…
Claire: Srsly. I want this to work. Dont jinx it!
Me: I believe YOU were the one who sucked MY dick [her first wedding]
Claire: I was drunk
Me: Not that drunk.
Claire: You had your dick out
Me: I was taking a piss!
Claire: And you made a compelling point.
Me: All I said was ‘you’re never going to suck any other dick beside Ed’s for the next 50 years.’
Claire: Exactly.
Me: Can I come to the bachelorette party?
Claire: NO! You fucked my maid of honor!
Me: And you.
Claire: Fuck you.
Me: That’s what she said.
Claire: Ass.
Me: Been there, too.
Me: Can I come to the bachelor party?
Claire: Jerk.
Claire: Even worse idea.

[30 minutes later]
Claire: Srsly. I don’t want any drama at this wedding.
Me: Okay. Out of curiosity, who’s in the wedding party?
Claire: No.
Me: Just seeing if I’ve had sex with them before.
Claire: You have. Trust.
Me: If I’ve had them before, I won’t want them again.
Claire: Sha!
Me: True…

[Hour later]
Me: So I can fuck [groom] before the wedding date, right?
Claire: You ruined enough of my marriages
Me: Only two.
Claire: Only been married twice
Me: Srsly?
Claire: Didn’t count. Family secret!
Me: Tramp ;-)
Claire: HUSH!
Me: [BF] will keep me in line. K?
Claire: Thanks!

[Five minutes later]
Me: So, you’re sure [groom]’s the one, right? Sex is THE BEST EVER?
Claire: Fucker!
Me: I got your back…
Claire: Thers than just sex.
Me: But if the sex sucks…
Claire: Got a meeting
Me: K. Love you. I’ll be good.
Claire: liar!

[45 minutes later and more than enough time to think about what I’ve said.]
Claire: Hey, want to get drinks tonight?

I know where this is going and it doesn’t look good for marriage number four.

Memories of Summer

Sweltering summer afternoon. Slumped in a chair. Staring at my dick. I’m sweaty. It glistens. It’s tacky. I still haven’t blown my load. It’s my older brother’s turn. He’s trying. I’ve just brought another girl to orgasm. It was her first. My brother is trying to get Sarah to cum again. Erik’s fucked Sarah before. Never got that result. I think he’s jealous Not sure how many times he’s fucked our sister, but I'm the one who got her off.

Physically mature enough to fuck; old enough to know better. Horny enough not to care. I still don’t have driver’s license, but I can fuck like a champ.

I stare at Erik’s ass. He’s got a lot of zits on his back and butt. Her hands run up and down his frame. He keeps thrusting. She’s enjoying it. Sarah keeps glancing back at me. That smile. It kills. She will destroy men with that smile.

Usually at The Ranch this time of year. It’s even hotter there. But there is AC in the main house. Swamp coolers in the barracks. Even the barn gets a decent cross breeze. Home just swelters. No breeze. The heat weighs on us. Yet we can still fuck.

Sweltering heat makes you move slow. My bro and I wandered about in just our underwear most of the day. That’s how it started. Sarah had all the fans in her room. Lying on her bed. Bra and panties. An athlete like the rest of us. Firm body. Nice tits. Prettier than most girls. Sarah gives us that sweet smile as we walk in. Did she plan this?

Erik has filled out a lot since Christmas. Taller. Broader. Soccer has made his thighs thick. His ass firm and round. Bulging muscles whenever he walks. Big chest. Bigger shoulders. Like all the men in my family. I’m not yet a man. I feel like one today.

I smirk as my brother grunts into my sister. I made Sarah cum. I guess Erik never got a how-to lesson.

Lessons for Junior High
Late Saturday night in early fall. Parents are still out. Everyone is in bed. Almost everyone.

James, oldest bro is downstairs with his girlfriend. I wander down. They’re on his bed. Her blouse is open. I see her bra. Her panties are off. I see her bush. James is shirtless in jeans. He’s finger fucking her. She groans. Opens her eyes and sees me. She nudges my brother. He smiles. They’re stoned.

He asks me if I want to touch it. I shake my head. James tells me not to be nervous. Brings me forward. He keeps fingering her. Two fingers are in her pussy. His thumb is gently rubbing her clit. His talk and his fingering are slow and deliberate. I want to leave. I can’t. I want to touch it. I’m so hard it hurts. I think it’s going to rip through my cutoffs.

I try. Not sure what I’m doing or why. James guides me. Tells me what to do. She’s laying back, smiling. I play with it. Soft. Silky. Wet. I enjoy watching how she squirms with my fingers. It’s lovely.

James leans down and licks her pussy. I curl my lips. Gross. She whispers it’s great. James nods. If James likes it, I like it. I think of Willy Wonka when everyone is licking the wallpaper. He and I lick. I keep clumsily fingering her.

I start to grab her boob. James stops me. “Don’t grab. Work around.” His theory: if you grab it, she’ll push you away. If you play around it, she yank your hand to it. I can’t touch her boob, but I can finger her cunt? Okay…

I learn a lot that night about pleasing a woman. I’m not good, but I get the mechanics. James has me leave when he’s gonna fuck her. The door’s open. I sneak a peek and watch them screw. He cums quicker than I thought he would.

Two months later, I’m at my first real boy/girl party. Marci likes me. She’s told everyone. (She told Erica, who told Karyn, who told everyone. The guys tease me about making out with her. We end up in the master bedroom. We talk. Marci is pretty. Dark, curly hair. Glasses. Just got her braces off. Real bra; no trainer. At that age, she was as hot as Susanne Sommers.

We kiss. I ‘work around.’ Hand near boob. Hand on thigh. On inner thigh. On waist. Back to inner thigh. My hand moves up her skirt...

I can feel the heat. I let my hand brush against Marci’s panties. She jumps. I pull away. I apologize. She tells me it’s okay.

Marci stands up. She smiles. Reaches under her skirt…

My jaw hits the floor as she takes off her panties and sits back down… on my lap. I don’t work around. Inner thigh. My fingers ease in. She coos. She’s so wet. Reach around touching her bra. Bra comes off.

I’m dumfounded. I’m not sure what I should do. I want to dive right into a nipple. I move forward… and then I work around. It’s not long before I’m licking her nipple. She gets chills. My fingers are deep in wet fur. “Thank you, James” keeps running through my head.

Only after do I realize she makes no attempt for my dick. However, I’m very aware that it is straining against my pants. I’d probably nut if she reached for it.

I lean her back on the bed. I attack with gusto. She squeals. She giggles. She moans. And then she MOANS. It’s low. Dark. Loud. I continue flicking my tongue and teasing with my fingers. Seeing what will happen if I do this. Or this. Or… this. She begins to groan higher and increasingly louder. Now I really get it: the mental and the mechanics. She’s squeezing my legs between her thighs. My ears are blocked with her thighs. I hear two things: my pounding heart and her screams. I keep at it.

This. Is. Awesome.

I think she may orgasm… how do girls orgasm? I know what guys do, but what happens when a girl cums? I don’t stop. I want to find out what happens.

Marci’s body shakes violently. Her legs kick. Slamming into my back. I will have nasty bruises for over a week. I start to pull up but the force of her legs keeps pushing me back down. From 30 years later, I imagine it much more comical. At that moment it was beyond intense. When her movements slow I pull back and fall on the floor.

We stare at each other: Shock. Guilt. Smiles.

I stand. She points at my hardon. I try and cover it. She laughs. Fucking bitch.

There’s a knock at the door. I don’t hear the party. Shit. Has everyone gone home? Did we scare people? What if it’s the cops? Fuck… what if it’s my dad?

She quickly dresses. Hand covering the boner, I slowly open the door. Everyone from the party is crammed into the hall. EVERY ONE of my friends in the world is in that hallway. “Is Marci okay?” I just stare. My mouth glistens with her juices.

Minutes later, the girls are all upstairs with Marci. I’m with the guys in the living room. They want details. It’s weird saying I ate her pussy. So I just say we made out. It doesn’t matter what I say. My rep is sealed: I fucked her. I fucked her good. She’s labeled a slut. I’m labeled a stud. She has to change schools by the next year. Girls seek me out to take their virginity. I take them. I like it. Guys want to be around me. I like that more.

One thing in my favor is that I’m young and horny all the time. It really doesn’t matter who I’m fucking. Just that I’m fucking. It’s not until I get a steady “girlfriend” that I’m left somewhat alone.

In the heat of it
I’d grown a few inches since that fall evening to that sweltering afternoon. I’m tall and gangly. Football and Baseball are not yet adding weight to my frame. My sister is the latest in a long line of girls I’ve made cum. However, she is the first I’ve made cum by fucking.

The three of us have been talking for about an hour. Clumsy innuendos. Clumsier double entendres. She lay on the bed sweating with all three fans blowing on her. I stand in the door looking at her tits. She smiles her killer smile, “Wanna fuck me?” She’s joking. I know it. My brother, sitting on the end of the bed massaging her feet knows it. My dick doesn’t. I go instantly hard.

I try to cover. It’s not use. Embarrassed, I want to leave. Sarah tells me to stay. Her legs spread. I can see her lips through the thin fabric. She smiles. “So Karyn said you’re really good…”

She loves how I play with it. My fingers. My tongue. She squeals and giggles. Twice she kicks me away, her foot slamming onto my shoulder and I’m on the floor. I get up after the second time. Sarah leans forward. Stops me before I kneel down again and pulls off my underwear. She sucks it a bit. She’s not that good.

But it’s a mouth…

A few minutes later, I’m entering her. She’s not quite all the way on the bed. I don’t have a good standing position over her. Not confident enough to tell her to move. She might stop me altogether.

As I slide in. I think, “This feels so good and SO right.

The end result is that I’m pushing up as I thrust. Each thrust rubs my bush against her clit. Each thrust causes her to whimper. After about ten minutes she’s screaming. I’m not sure how long I’m supposed to fuck. I’ve never had someone watching. I keep checking the clock, like an alarm will go off and tell me to stop. I look at Erik. I can’t figure out what he’s thinking: blank expression. I keep her on the edge long enough for her to scrape the shit out of my back with her nails. She tenses up. Her orgasm isn’t nearly as loud as I would have thought. She twitches and gurgles.

I pull out. I’m still hard. I haven’t cum yet. I’m thrown by her orgasm. Never happened while fucking. I’m disoriented. I flop into the chair. My brother gracelessly moves on top of Sarah. She pushes him off. He lays next to her. He brushes her tears away. I’m worried I hurt her.

We sit in silence for a while. Breathing. Sweating. My cock pulses as it rests on my thigh. Still hard; but not rigid.

Erik kisses Sarah’s leg. Moves to her pussy. He doesn’t lick it. Kisses around it. Up to her neck. She pulls him on top of her. Erik looks to me and says something about showing me how it’s done… Erik oafishly fucks her for a while.

I move to the bed. Sarah grabs my still hard dick. My brother is dripping sweat all over her. I rub his back. She tugs on my dick. My brother leans forward. I think he’s going to suck it. It’s too much. I jizz on my sister’s face. She lets go almost instantly. I keep cumming. Erik nuts inside her.

Jizz is on her face. In her hair. I smile. She yells at us: “Give a girl some warning.” As quick as it started, it’s over.

Late that night I can’t sleep. Too hot. Sheets off. One of the fans we stole from Sarah lazily swaying back and forth. Hardly much of a breeze. Erik groans in frustration. Heats too much for him as well. He tells me his dick still smells of Sarah’s juices. I laugh. I lick my finger and move it to my dick. Back up to my nose. Yep. I smell her, too.

Erik asks if I want to suck her off his dick. Of course.

I can barely see on this moonless night. I go to the side of his bed. I kneel as I often do before I blow him. I pull his already hard dick into my mouth. He stops me. “I’ll suck her off of you, too.”

A day of firsts: my first 69.

It’s rare for Erik to blow me. I can’t think of but a handful of times he’s sucked it. I don’t want to cum quickly. He starts rubbing my crack. I nut. I try not to collapse on him and choke him. My body is trembling.

I choke a little on his dick. He cums almost immediately.

We talk about the day. Fucking our sister. Is that wrong? It felt good. We know we’re not supposed to… but it feels fantastic. We bond in that moment. But I will ruin it…

In 3, 2, 1…

I make a crack about him not getting her off. As with most of our disagreements, it involves wrestling. One of us attacking the other and rolling around on the ground, trying to kill the other.

It doesn’t take too long for our parents to come storming in. They yell at us in that parental back-and-forth of asking questions, yet not waiting for an answer. We are frozen with fear and confusion. Parental shadows loom over us:

“Do you know what time it is?”

“Where are your pants?”

“Get off your brother!”

“What the hell is wrong with you?”

“Honestly, you boys need to stop this constant fighting!”

“Where are your pants?”

“You are both old enough to know better!”

“I said, ‘get off your brother!’”

“Honestly…!”

“Get to bed.”

“If I hear another peep out of you two, I swear to goodness…!”

The door slams. Their voices drifting as they walk down the hall.

“Where the hell are their pants?”

“Damn kids. We’ll see how much fighting they’ll have energy for after a day putting in fences on the ranch…”

We stay frozen for a moment. Me twisted into a ball. Eric on top of me. Our hands clenched in the other’s, pushing back and forth.We are united in that moment against our common enemy: Our parents. We laugh. We laugh hard.

Dad’s voice cries out from down the hall, “I swear to all that is holy, I will kick your godamned asses if you don’t shut the hell up right now!” We attempt to muffle them. This makes us laugh harder. We giggle. Our bodies shake together.

The heat. The wrestling. The hot embarrassment of being caught naked with my older brother. We are slick with sweat. We don’t let go. My backside on the carpet. I lean back. I pull my brother. Erik moves forward. His cock presses against my crack. We’re both hard.

I’m not sure how many times he’s fucked me by this time. Half a dozen? Mostly it’s been me blowing him. Sometimes he’d crawl into my bed. It always hurt. I never wanted it.

Today, I did.

“Vaseline,” I murmur. There’s a jar in our nightstand. He snuck it from my parent’s bathroom. It’s almost empty now. He lets go of my hand. I hear the soft scrape as the drawer is open. The metal lid pops off. His finger probes my ass a bit. It hurts. It feels good.

I hear the soft sounds as he works the thick jelly onto his dick. He massages it. It’ll be warm. Smooth.

I start to turn into the doggie position. He tells me to stay. I didn’t know guys could fuck in other positions. We’d always done it doggie style.

He moves to mount me. Dick against my hole. It feels natural. He pushes in. Oh my. This, this is right and good. I let out a groan/sigh. He works deep into me. He asks if I’m okay. I nod. He asks again. I nod. He leans in. Whispers in my ear. “You okay…?” I pull him closer. “Yeah.” It comes out as a whisper.

As my brother begins to slowly thrust, the usual pain and discomfort are hardly there. I try and stay quiet. It’s difficult. It feels so good. My hands run up and down his back like my sister’s earlier. Is this what it’s like to be a girl?

Nuzzling my neck. His body is both hot and cold at the same time. He asks again if it feels good. I whimper. His fucking is far less stilted than it was this afternoon with her. Slow rhythm. Purposeful. Strong.

He’s close. I pull him closer. My legs wrap around him. He starts to fuck a little harder. It feels fantastic. I tell him to fuck me faster… and harder. He obliges.

He cums deep in me. Both of us stifle our whimpers. He pumps until he’s spent. He shakes as he lays there. We lay there in silence. I feel his sweat dripping down on me. I make no attempt to move.

Erik pulls off. I let out a tremendous fart. I lay there. Shaking. Trying not to laugh out loud. Dick and fart jokes will continue to make us laugh.

The floor feels cooler than my bed. I lay there. He makes no attempt to get me off. He collapses onto his bed. I jack off to the sound of his soft snore.

I fall asleep on the floor. The rug feels cool. It’s going to be even hotter tomorrow.