tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-80184874168947373082024-03-05T13:57:38.581-08:00(awk)Wurd(awk)Wordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05054615778039733739noreply@blogger.comBlogger66125truetag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8018487416894737308.post-28982790941099820152020-11-27T21:43:00.020-08:002020-11-28T13:12:27.191-08:00Black Friday Curtis<p>Friday after Thanksgiving. We didn’t go to my grandparent’s
ranch because my little brother, stepdad and sister all had the flu. The rest
of us had it the week before.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">My brother asks if I want to earn five bucks. I’ve been
doing this for a while: giving his friends a BJ for five bucks. My brother tells
me he is “generously” giving me half. Most of the guys are from other schools.
Guys Erik met at baseball camp.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEij7nOnB2MHD9UUYSq-ahN0Q6NvuMy5o-lj26qR4kMnzYkN-IW1HhYXDZNlc31OQA3csqXOeUUZhB1ix44nSOy7AzTrS8J-Se48bQzBUJElySpOTmGXiG3ATWoC-yFpjZxX0UQVOL7-oE7I/s1738/fiver.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1738" data-original-width="1280" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEij7nOnB2MHD9UUYSq-ahN0Q6NvuMy5o-lj26qR4kMnzYkN-IW1HhYXDZNlc31OQA3csqXOeUUZhB1ix44nSOy7AzTrS8J-Se48bQzBUJElySpOTmGXiG3ATWoC-yFpjZxX0UQVOL7-oE7I/s320/fiver.png" /></a></div><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p><span style="text-align: center;">Curtis is from St. Mike’s. He’s a junior. We see each other
at baseball practice when the JV and Varsity squads are practicing around each
other. I’m a Freshman, so I’m barely acknowledged by anyone other than Freshmen
and First Years.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">On the bus ride over, my brother tells me to “be cool.” I
roll my eyes. My brother is the one that usually is an idiot. He wants to be in
the room “to make sure I do a good job.” After I blow the guy, my brother then
“jokes” that he needs a BJ as well. It makes the other boys uncomfortable. Most
ask him to wait in another room.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><o:p> </o:p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-F18Cv9cGuBA9qraRpXfwCUXyJNklTyewLkrGzNYTGUCx53-9qKJ4m0ivns5ShIzSvbHC7pCI7ouJZfozvg8B0BqA0gBhlQSIzjQoDXXuhmaNW6DbU-EHlGkkc9zuxxorfwU3U8uhCwZf/s750/vpl.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="750" data-original-width="497" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-F18Cv9cGuBA9qraRpXfwCUXyJNklTyewLkrGzNYTGUCx53-9qKJ4m0ivns5ShIzSvbHC7pCI7ouJZfozvg8B0BqA0gBhlQSIzjQoDXXuhmaNW6DbU-EHlGkkc9zuxxorfwU3U8uhCwZf/s320/vpl.png" /></a></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br /></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;">I’m fascinated by Curtis. He looks like a man: he’s furry.
Great hairy legs, with thick thighs. He also has a really hairy chest. He’s
cute, too. And he always seems to have a five o’clock shadow. Dark hair, with
beautiful blue eyes. He’s also kind of awkward. Socially, he doesn’t seem to connect
with people. But he’s a good shortstop so he’s part of the jock culture at
school. He’s hung out with my brother and his friends before. I like his voice,
too. It’s kind of raspy. </p>
<p class="MsoNormal"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLJ22F5eiZSqUpE3sQCKPZYY1dTUNXE5hCjabVMqrBjZscSMGAg-3iog5fZKgiluj3-K-D4YSoQlXCf0S5yZC612r7cYBpi47MtZfLQAEqK9GfBovT46CV18B7EJ0bhvZD-0jUB2SFDSy2/s960/Hairy.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="720" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLJ22F5eiZSqUpE3sQCKPZYY1dTUNXE5hCjabVMqrBjZscSMGAg-3iog5fZKgiluj3-K-D4YSoQlXCf0S5yZC612r7cYBpi47MtZfLQAEqK9GfBovT46CV18B7EJ0bhvZD-0jUB2SFDSy2/s320/Hairy.jpg" /></a></div><br />His mom is off shopping with his sisters when we arrive. He’s
in running shorts and a t-shirt. I can see he’s got a semi when we walk in. He
points to the family room, “Hey, Erik, we got a few new games for the Atari…”<p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Erik practically runs into the family room.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">We get to his room. Another rich kid. Well, richer than my
family. Big bedroom--bigger than mine and he doesn’t have to share. He’s got a
stereo and a TV in his room.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">“I moved the Atari downstairs so your brother would leave us
alone.”</p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">I stand there. I’m still not sure what to do. Do I go first?
I know he wants a BJ, but I’m not sure if I should just drop down to my knees.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">He takes off his shirt and tosses it on a chair. “Are you…?” </p>
<p class="MsoNormal"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiybKEiB07ES_VpyyRRy6lC1uV7T4mUnmwg3i0lFFHGQXWYe5PFUEs2Rwd0SgfqW2DlxVZPm5pCnTcLM6tSmKXuU_o0lBAsaE7oHqFOrwGev7pPH5vhWMaI8u46DA_Cgnn87F8VhrZS0H9U/s1002/chair.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1002" data-original-width="564" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiybKEiB07ES_VpyyRRy6lC1uV7T4mUnmwg3i0lFFHGQXWYe5PFUEs2Rwd0SgfqW2DlxVZPm5pCnTcLM6tSmKXuU_o0lBAsaE7oHqFOrwGev7pPH5vhWMaI8u46DA_Cgnn87F8VhrZS0H9U/s320/chair.png" /></a></div><br /><p class="MsoNormal">I shrug. That’s my answer to a lot of things: a shrug. </p>
<p class="MsoNormal"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_-tsZYJWcY6LhoNNVzwvzu7TKv4QYRdl7alYUb6CKhmeXYmjTVp1oXd21gmPfVVega3DJu7TXKr28_cw22pHI-yXlQ6AT7Ox6dYkXWNthf33VCXMGrlr_y_TwVEn1cP9SkUGt2ovLqb4w/s721/curtis+1.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="721" data-original-width="540" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_-tsZYJWcY6LhoNNVzwvzu7TKv4QYRdl7alYUb6CKhmeXYmjTVp1oXd21gmPfVVega3DJu7TXKr28_cw22pHI-yXlQ6AT7Ox6dYkXWNthf33VCXMGrlr_y_TwVEn1cP9SkUGt2ovLqb4w/s320/curtis+1.png" /></a></div><br />He shucks his shorts. He goes from semi-hard to fully erect
in a second. He’s got a nice dick. Not huge, but more than most of the guys at
school. It’s kind of thick and has a nice curve to it. He sits on the bed. I
kneel before him and take him in my mouth.<p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">I can take most of it in without any trouble. Most of my
brother’s friends nut pretty fast, so normally, I’d work it up and down pretty quickly,
but I like Curtis. He smells good. He showered. I slow down. I work his balls
with my hand. He likes that and lets out a soft moan.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">He moves his hand to my left shoulder. I take his hand and
move it to the back of my head. Coach often guides me this way. Pulling me
close as He wants His dick deeper. I’m pretty sure Curtis has been with Coach. </p>
<p class="MsoNormal"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNx3Jkzbd9tdQFKWIAIZPy_U_lapx7qA1yxs7D-do8lDU4qdzXmMfDi-Nl0qL_NEsON7Bx3M0Ga964OXAk6U0kN7-2o3kuxg7qAWcEnDdFxN3KW0qaNl5lTN3AfDZQCMmVNTARMPn_M0Qz/s1052/coach.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="700" data-original-width="1052" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNx3Jkzbd9tdQFKWIAIZPy_U_lapx7qA1yxs7D-do8lDU4qdzXmMfDi-Nl0qL_NEsON7Bx3M0Ga964OXAk6U0kN7-2o3kuxg7qAWcEnDdFxN3KW0qaNl5lTN3AfDZQCMmVNTARMPn_M0Qz/s320/coach.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><br /><p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">He gently pulls my head towards him. I take him deeper. I
can’t outright swallow a dick yet, but I can slowly work it down. As my nose
nestles into his thick bush, he pulls my head tight for a moment, then
releases. We repeat this a dozen or so times: slowly taking him all the way
down, pausing, and then pulling back slowly. <o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Curtis mumbles and moans, but I can’t make out any words. I
do notice his balls have pulled up so much that they are on either side of his
cock. He’s close. His body is tensing. I’m about to get my reward.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">I change my rhythm. I ignore his slow pull and begin to move
my head up and down quickly. His hands are now gripping my shoulders.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Curtis lets out a whispered groan “I’m gonna…” I feel the
pumping of his beautiful cock. Then I taste it. He begins to spew into my
mouth. It’s not a big load, but his salty load spills into my mouth. I keep
pumping. “Oh, jeez…!” I keep pumping. I want everything he has to offer.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">On a hot summer day, he was hanging out with my brother in the
creek behind our house. I tried tagging along, but my
brother told me to stay down the creek. I sat there, with my feet in the water,
playing with a stick, listening to them talk. I don’t think they knew I
could hear. </p>
<p class="MsoNormal"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDU-QfTUAZcPvQhoxGherZ9sxYpldz8sPM-LX6lVUo7ZMZccE0395IkLm_Eu-op5kDD2tAGiCfDu5fNYChZf6OXwpJvp3uqulZsB6oqMUzFPZai5sf77g1ZicHHikhBUOFlGt3smfz4km-/s2048/Curtis+2.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDU-QfTUAZcPvQhoxGherZ9sxYpldz8sPM-LX6lVUo7ZMZccE0395IkLm_Eu-op5kDD2tAGiCfDu5fNYChZf6OXwpJvp3uqulZsB6oqMUzFPZai5sf77g1ZicHHikhBUOFlGt3smfz4km-/s320/Curtis+2.jpg" /></a></div><br />Curtis was saying that when he jerked off, he would just
keep jerking after he came. He liked the tingling sensation that was “excruciating
and mind-blowing.” He said he’d come again after only a minute.<p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">“If I’m gonna lick it up, I might as well do it all in one
shot.” </p>
<p class="MsoNormal"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHshC_TGYRwGhumr8IW-yua2xqJu5yb9mvSb7aLI-KDqjuV1Fmx-i2diAr0vCHgPuKLZTkxtpmOQ4N4Giqh9MBOuvywFxz2Gy4AsF5VbWMMoOMtl5CdEjFL3Cw3tK2jEZK89-fbhKga-nc/s750/curt+nut.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="750" data-original-width="427" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHshC_TGYRwGhumr8IW-yua2xqJu5yb9mvSb7aLI-KDqjuV1Fmx-i2diAr0vCHgPuKLZTkxtpmOQ4N4Giqh9MBOuvywFxz2Gy4AsF5VbWMMoOMtl5CdEjFL3Cw3tK2jEZK89-fbhKga-nc/s320/curt+nut.jpg" /></a></div><br />Rumors and wives’ tales about sex fly about at an all-boys
school. Sperm is a big conversation. If you jerk off, you lose your edge. The
only way to get it back, is to take back your seed--or someone else's. It’s not uncommon to see a
guy at a urinal jerking off into his hand. In fact, a number of guys go out
looking for someone to "help out" the day before a big game to “stock up.” Everyone
has a story of how someone did it and scored a touchdown or hit a grand slam. <p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSbNJ7kJ5OkslosYoT77KGSCFSNqXG51EqhbfhFuCzrLgkgqsO1YE_DqbcEShzk6wutmIeUrbMUrrVi32MwQ0Aq_7Y2WkkD-JJhQM4fPXeZoMCJsOU0dWAPzH5sixVlsS7hrhNmxmBPcfq/s1280/gorup.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1280" data-original-width="959" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSbNJ7kJ5OkslosYoT77KGSCFSNqXG51EqhbfhFuCzrLgkgqsO1YE_DqbcEShzk6wutmIeUrbMUrrVi32MwQ0Aq_7Y2WkkD-JJhQM4fPXeZoMCJsOU0dWAPzH5sixVlsS7hrhNmxmBPcfq/s320/gorup.png" /></a></div><br />Curtis starts to push me away, but I kept going. My fingers
grasp his dropped and drained balls and I tug a little as I keep pumping with
my mouth. I get a tiny taste of his spunky load every now and again and that makes
me drool more. My spit spills out and on to his balls. I begin to work them as
my mouth continues its assault on his rigid cock.<p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">He is gasping and groaning. I glance up and Curtis has his
clenched fists in the air. I reach up and put my left hand on his hairy pec. He
grabs my wrist with both hands and holds it tight.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6c-x8PTg5AUOhhGarnejbQgreQCKrFFWePe6QC76fRJeUvGciFKfdkfg0SNhs3xC7BPqOWu3PTXtJsozCiUtvtug8l0g0Ob7YwZGrpoBmF5VB4DEO9y_HKUqfm4eSmBaBQmZrLb6_BXHt/s1280/full+throat.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1280" data-original-width="960" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6c-x8PTg5AUOhhGarnejbQgreQCKrFFWePe6QC76fRJeUvGciFKfdkfg0SNhs3xC7BPqOWu3PTXtJsozCiUtvtug8l0g0Ob7YwZGrpoBmF5VB4DEO9y_HKUqfm4eSmBaBQmZrLb6_BXHt/s320/full+throat.jpg" /></a></div><br />Curtis mumbles much louder now. I still can’t make out what
he was saying, but he is panting, groaning, and mumbling much louder. Not a
yell, but certainly not the whispering or quiet tones previously. I’m pretty
sure this is “excruciating and mind-blowing.”<p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">“Holy fuck! I’m gonna blow in your fucking throat again…!” He
sobs. “Your fucking… fucking… God damnit!” His entire body starts to shake. I think
he is going to break my wrist he’s gripping it so hard.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">He is huffing and puffing and suddenly lets out a loud, “Mommy…!” So many guys call out for their moms. </p><p class="MsoNormal">My mouth is once again filled with his salty spunk. Again, I milk every drop
before sitting back, my pants aching with my fully erect cock. </p>
<p class="MsoNormal"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4jStqLJW2gKJkSCWPnPebV5990sGHWb8qx9D3DH27oKocVvT2zcYvWxIp_V8rg9Kmv5hBw6cthey9a41CJPD_1ujYAdQj_JoETqXOYFNHths443RNQLzldY3rgPjIdEDenET1TKzUeZP0/s540/sucking.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="303" data-original-width="540" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4jStqLJW2gKJkSCWPnPebV5990sGHWb8qx9D3DH27oKocVvT2zcYvWxIp_V8rg9Kmv5hBw6cthey9a41CJPD_1ujYAdQj_JoETqXOYFNHths443RNQLzldY3rgPjIdEDenET1TKzUeZP0/s320/sucking.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />As I pull away, Curtis falls back on the bed. “Fuuuuck!” He
rasps. I sit there watching him: His spent rod, flopped to the side. His furry
chest heaving. His whole body glistened slightly with sweat.<p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">We sit in silence for a few minutes. I can hear my brother downstairs
cheering for himself on whatever game he was playing.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Curtis sits up. He looks so handsome. His hair is all a
mess, but his beautiful blue eyes shine. He looks at me. I think my dick just
got harder. “Thank you. That was… wow.”</p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">I smile.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">“You really like doing that, don’t you?” I just sit there.
Is he calling me a fag? Not sure what to say, I shrug.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">I think he realizes how it sounds, because he immediately
starts justifying it with how good I am at it and how I just “knew” to keep
going. </p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">I stand to leave.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">He notices my hardon in my jeans: “Wow. You’re hard.” Before
I can move my hand to cover my embarrassment, he rubs it. I can see a huge wet
spot on my Levi’s. “Do you want me to help you out?”</p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">To “help a guy out” means to give him a blow job. Sometimes
we say, “Wanna help each out other out?” (“Let’s blow each other.”) If I suck
you and you suck me, it’s not gay; we’re just <i>helping each other out.</i> Making
ourselves balanced. </p>
<p class="MsoNormal"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqIu28aXEm45XlrAzM8KMvFtJ1KEYFUPQo2PMnjNUQw_ehlP8aaati7fkE52rPBi3I42VwuvGc7WWX-iLjNWM1ZWFbx9GvLD24Vru85edmGjY8sRf_dUNjLaZsLHtQPfGavu4URF8XF5Mm/s2048/levis.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqIu28aXEm45XlrAzM8KMvFtJ1KEYFUPQo2PMnjNUQw_ehlP8aaati7fkE52rPBi3I42VwuvGc7WWX-iLjNWM1ZWFbx9GvLD24Vru85edmGjY8sRf_dUNjLaZsLHtQPfGavu4URF8XF5Mm/s320/levis.jpg" /></a></div><br />I don’t even hesitate. I pull on the top button of my 501’s
and my dick flops out. He gasps. “It is really big, isn’t it?” I don’t think
it’s that big. I’m the biggest of my brothers, but not the biggest of my family.
I love how guys stare and admire it, so I can’t complain.<p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Curtis grabs the base and pulls my dick into his mouth. He seems
to have some trouble getting his mouth around it but is making a go of it. He
looks up at me and those beautiful blue eyes makes me harder. </p>
<p class="MsoNormal"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIW5fxrC9kxlBxYm0CVx5Yt0YSR5qL2iGWueXHevm-SPV2CH3lQ3Sd6bE6dYPRpomWgLj3MCB4OKY-oqCBoDahJIyUtWdiBU8BAwAm9P-fu2ao6E2pTvN4go3zkEK7zdPA-7M50FXHbiuM/s500/choke.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="408" data-original-width="500" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIW5fxrC9kxlBxYm0CVx5Yt0YSR5qL2iGWueXHevm-SPV2CH3lQ3Sd6bE6dYPRpomWgLj3MCB4OKY-oqCBoDahJIyUtWdiBU8BAwAm9P-fu2ao6E2pTvN4go3zkEK7zdPA-7M50FXHbiuM/s320/choke.png" width="320" /></a></div><br />I put my left hand on the back of his head, like Coach does,
and Curtis closes his eyes. I guess Coach does it to him, too. I take my right
and put it under his neck and under his chin. Coach does this as I’m deep
throating Him. <p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqzFTx6UsBx7oV64vjeWMJkg3SMfOHUvmCm9o06GpKhqzLoTuilcZLqN0Kok0JxNoS87YSgAwiuOgNY8g81kRh4FFdZgybAD0Uh2mu8AThxszJap0_WcGgVgD17sj15dP5DTUIxyDk_8QO/s1114/deep.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="836" data-original-width="1114" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqzFTx6UsBx7oV64vjeWMJkg3SMfOHUvmCm9o06GpKhqzLoTuilcZLqN0Kok0JxNoS87YSgAwiuOgNY8g81kRh4FFdZgybAD0Uh2mu8AThxszJap0_WcGgVgD17sj15dP5DTUIxyDk_8QO/s320/deep.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />Curtis begins to take more and more of my cock down his
throat. I can feel his throat swelling as my cock pushes deeper. I thought that
Coach put His hand on my throat for support, now I know why: to feel the
swelling of the throat. For someone who had a hard time getting my dick in his
mouth, Curtis sure is handling taking it down deep. <p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxOnAD458f37_vIAdqi0AsyjMK7NBsNkSS41kr5wVQBDYar9s2penJ2KFLmzfcduVSFg8WnHLhSsJXQJOAW1fpRiuLqq-3z5LZt0S1xw9PAMPnkcVNwV0qqOyn9O0fLy2XnYfy42p1bXQt/s654/throat.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="654" data-original-width="500" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxOnAD458f37_vIAdqi0AsyjMK7NBsNkSS41kr5wVQBDYar9s2penJ2KFLmzfcduVSFg8WnHLhSsJXQJOAW1fpRiuLqq-3z5LZt0S1xw9PAMPnkcVNwV0qqOyn9O0fLy2XnYfy42p1bXQt/s320/throat.png" /></a></div><br />I begin thrusting slowly. Curtis relaxes and lets me slowly
fuck his throat. We get into a nice rhythm. I can’t believe a Junior is deep
throating my dick. After what seems like only a few minutes, he pulls off to
ask me if I’m gonna cum soon. His jaw is hurting.<p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">It feels great, but I’m just not <i>there </i>yet. He has me get on the middle of the bed on all fours. He puts a towel down
underneath as he’s played with Erik and knows we shoot a lot. He then slides
underneath me. I slowly start fucking his mouth. He starts playing with my balls and
moves his hand to my taint and then my asshole. </p><p class="MsoNormal">That’s all I need. “I’m gonna cum…”</p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">“Mgflflysm…” is his muffled reply.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">“I gonna cum a lot… More than Erik.”</p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimrHuqd5AxKQrG2A6HY-duIb3mVrKv6Bv4dORLGTr-14LGFoXOcBKtkq8OyWdcZ7k_5uLTzT6ySbMpB7JQLaxB6-LQFIdmpmsIRcruTfIsTZuaKjmLGgf2KH6lvmoa4qEAU10QkOlACEkC/s2048/mess.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1537" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimrHuqd5AxKQrG2A6HY-duIb3mVrKv6Bv4dORLGTr-14LGFoXOcBKtkq8OyWdcZ7k_5uLTzT6ySbMpB7JQLaxB6-LQFIdmpmsIRcruTfIsTZuaKjmLGgf2KH6lvmoa4qEAU10QkOlACEkC/s320/mess.png" /></a></div><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p>“Mmmghur…?”<p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5um-0jhIBkUOuqBYrdC9g4JgK-eyiy2bTbJj1-CgnwtJt193mvmBAbqp8ZDxi9fEfpuxJizsVaEMLIGWrntpyHQWYUBWIjMoRe3u0392AKcIHMQlfKAQ24b7ZSvAa3QDmL9thCCJ_GxP8/s500/jizz.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="333" data-original-width="500" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5um-0jhIBkUOuqBYrdC9g4JgK-eyiy2bTbJj1-CgnwtJt193mvmBAbqp8ZDxi9fEfpuxJizsVaEMLIGWrntpyHQWYUBWIjMoRe3u0392AKcIHMQlfKAQ24b7ZSvAa3QDmL9thCCJ_GxP8/s320/jizz.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />I push down into his throat and let loose my load. I hold
there for three or four pumps, but he pushes me up to breathe. My dick pops out
and I spray his face with additional shots of jizz. I hover there on all fours,
dowsing him with my spunk.<p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">“Jesus Christ!” He slides out and I continue pumping onto the
towel.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-sMHSgVW1ckdCnik1jfRzbvxzxEn2ZRV5W0ORNYLpdV1PbQKF-b36swF8dPAKqSPcG1iddc5xo8Z8wGtQhXF1fScxsyRBTeAC43u7UF5V7aJhVFyUVHIGWZ1njk4Q9PNS3uNHhxrtpvmq/s500/Kissing.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="359" data-original-width="500" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-sMHSgVW1ckdCnik1jfRzbvxzxEn2ZRV5W0ORNYLpdV1PbQKF-b36swF8dPAKqSPcG1iddc5xo8Z8wGtQhXF1fScxsyRBTeAC43u7UF5V7aJhVFyUVHIGWZ1njk4Q9PNS3uNHhxrtpvmq/s320/Kissing.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />I look up and he’s standing there admiring the mess. “Jesus
you do shoot more than your brother!” He’s scooping my nut off his face with
his fingers and licking them. I get up, move close, and lick some off his cheek and
chin. I lean stick my tongue out and lean in. We make out for a second. Most
guys don’t kiss, but I had a feeling Curtis did. <p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">I hand him the towel, jizz-side up. He licks it off. Waste
not, want not.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">He’s got a boner again.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiv-O2DKDZanyQB9gLyzzhJ8KasLs96JpHoJUoeI5jG158AKBt34qXECJ9I78VpcKxmOca74d621BDR4CzphK5ZepG7byYTG9Q2HFU_CVpxmntUqhNBWCCGn4BnFH97rIgbz46rtci5wp94/s578/stand.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="578" data-original-width="500" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiv-O2DKDZanyQB9gLyzzhJ8KasLs96JpHoJUoeI5jG158AKBt34qXECJ9I78VpcKxmOca74d621BDR4CzphK5ZepG7byYTG9Q2HFU_CVpxmntUqhNBWCCGn4BnFH97rIgbz46rtci5wp94/s320/stand.jpg" /></a></div><br /> <p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">As he licks the last of my load off the towel, I
kneel and suck him off again. He cums pretty fast, which is good. His
mom arrives seconds after we join my brother downstairs.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5w1jDZfNWI8SL5pwyqpmFNy0s8LgvPgvHv2Zk3NlFbjidFcW0dJsWVd0abFsnDUpHpN1ViTjSI_Xo3MNKro-oK-5fLuGw62o7T78wbfpNi3zp88PyKd9MfUWVaFUJPqDOCnTErQ0E531p/s900/stand2.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="900" data-original-width="699" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5w1jDZfNWI8SL5pwyqpmFNy0s8LgvPgvHv2Zk3NlFbjidFcW0dJsWVd0abFsnDUpHpN1ViTjSI_Xo3MNKro-oK-5fLuGw62o7T78wbfpNi3zp88PyKd9MfUWVaFUJPqDOCnTErQ0E531p/s320/stand2.jpg" /></a></div><br />As we’re leaving, my brother asks Curtis if he had a good
time. Curtis smiles and shrugs.<p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">On the long walk home, my brother and I don’t speak. As we
go up the walk to our house, he pulls out the fiver and hands it to me. I
almost forgot to ask for it.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">“You guys were up there for a while, how was it?”</p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">I shrug and head into the house.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br />(awk)Wordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05054615778039733739noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8018487416894737308.post-79313421823487446612020-06-17T07:00:00.006-07:002020-11-28T13:19:45.510-08:00The Start of Summer<p class="MsoNormal">I keep thinking I need to put something up here but life continually
gets in the way. It’s been far too long. Apologies. This popped into my head
this morning. Short and sweet.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Second day of summer vacation. No summer sports yet. No
trips to my grandparent’s ranch. Just hanging around the house. I wander to a
neighbor’s place. Pete’s family has a pool. It’s already hot. Hoping for a pool
invite. Cutoffs and a t-shirt. Only clothes a teenager needs.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Knock on the door. David, Pete’s older brother, answers.
Year older than me. Year younger than my brother. They occasionally hang out. <o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">I walk in. David sits back on the couch. His left leg up on
the cushions.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">“Where’s Pete?” </p><p class="MsoNormal">I’d call out for him, but his mom’s a bitch. She'd yell at me... again. She
hates me. Us. She hates my family. I assume she's not home.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">“Out back. What are you up to?” He leans back. Looking
directly at me, he pulls back his shorts. His big, floppy, uncut dick rolls
out. He continues to look right at me.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">I just stand there. Not sure what to do.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">He smiles. “Pete’s in the back…” still staring. He pulls the
foreskin back and lets it slide forward, “…or we could just hand out for a while…”<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDO2I3803vssCZDUVvPka11HGlIpTtLhUdYadtGg25TrQSYIxBXxEpHqht2HObsEwYWAh5YxLrLYYM2tjOubIItRGPraTt0FpVDhmo73uJmPjUd1X85w78Gh9DImWU6K08NzeANhDySb8k/s654/pic_01.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="654" data-original-width="500" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDO2I3803vssCZDUVvPka11HGlIpTtLhUdYadtGg25TrQSYIxBXxEpHqht2HObsEwYWAh5YxLrLYYM2tjOubIItRGPraTt0FpVDhmo73uJmPjUd1X85w78Gh9DImWU6K08NzeANhDySb8k/s320/pic_01.jpg" /></a></div><br /><o:p></o:p><p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Silently, I sit down next to him. I look at his meat. <o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">I look up at him. Still dead-on staring at me. The room is
completely still. It didn’t seem that hot before, but I’m sweating now.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">I look back down. His thick meat pulses. I look back up into
those cool blue eyes.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrGMPMqYtQo2DovdnlSh458NCaP0PXPqJq90PEeNQ5jdfHgVG4bd85bRWMJzOV_Xw_cKmVEFfVhJeE-xWABMhek8Qy93-hoKdgSDM_79MESwffZKw8sZNVWUyqF5fy0tCljmr-xXxg6qug/s3088/Pic_02.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3088" data-original-width="2316" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrGMPMqYtQo2DovdnlSh458NCaP0PXPqJq90PEeNQ5jdfHgVG4bd85bRWMJzOV_Xw_cKmVEFfVhJeE-xWABMhek8Qy93-hoKdgSDM_79MESwffZKw8sZNVWUyqF5fy0tCljmr-xXxg6qug/s320/Pic_02.jpg" /></a></div><p></p><p class="MsoNormal">He grabs it. Slaps his cock against his leg. I lean forward.
My mouth is dry. <o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">His dicks smells like chlorine. He must have swam earlier. Chlorine and a hint of suntan lotion on his leg. I pull back on his foreskin and take him in my
mouth. I start salivating. No more dry mouth. His cock swells in my mouth. He’s
really big. Well, not long, but thick. <o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">As I stuff more of his cock in my mouth, he leans back further.
Eyes closed. I start to really suck and pump on his dick. His cock stretches my
mouth. I try and take more in, but I choke a bit. I pull off to catch my
breath. <o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsal3rkP23B8rCrXlj6URJliJcQqDqTkPbygU1RQ2TfKnr0mZ82Z8tGx5HPd_jcxAI8XoUaBw7XG_p789CVuvnxmq_8F21DA8Jnogd3mp_XSiApglWYIYqKW52yNFshQtk1iNFr4EK_0e-/s540/pic_03.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="382" data-original-width="540" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsal3rkP23B8rCrXlj6URJliJcQqDqTkPbygU1RQ2TfKnr0mZ82Z8tGx5HPd_jcxAI8XoUaBw7XG_p789CVuvnxmq_8F21DA8Jnogd3mp_XSiApglWYIYqKW52yNFshQtk1iNFr4EK_0e-/s320/pic_03.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><p></p><p class="MsoNormal">“Don’t stop.” He’s staring at me again. “It feels good.”<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">I smile and start back down. I keep eye contact. He smiles. <o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">He moves his hand to the back of my head and gently pushes
my head down. After a few minutes we get into a nice rhythm. I’m bobbing up and
down. My hand, slick with spit, pumps what I cannot fit in my mouth. <o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">David puts his other hand on the back of my head and begins
pumping harder. His breathing becomes more intense and he growls a little. I
think he’s close. <o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1F3Yo6zspSg7aUeZka5oeJnjb77EEtpDmUQL4eohk2zBq8AbrrDKLD-YQWNlpndXNZZIromNycnZ14tJcQHBzzvTx8JdG7JGxDGOpokU3YkPG-LeBpxukDbwNFKkdZyITMbNozA63GPEs/s500/pic_04.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="445" data-original-width="500" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1F3Yo6zspSg7aUeZka5oeJnjb77EEtpDmUQL4eohk2zBq8AbrrDKLD-YQWNlpndXNZZIromNycnZ14tJcQHBzzvTx8JdG7JGxDGOpokU3YkPG-LeBpxukDbwNFKkdZyITMbNozA63GPEs/s320/pic_04.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><p></p><p class="MsoNormal">He grabs the back of my head hard and stuffs his thick dick
to the back of my throat. My nose is buried in the material of his shorts. His auburn
bush peeking out. I’m trying not to choke, but I’m making loud gurgling noises
as he continues his assault on my mouth and throat. I try to remember what my
brother taught me: relax. Let it happen. I take a deep breath. His cock slides
deeper. He is in my throat. He holds my head firmly in place. I do not struggle.
I can feel the pulsing beast throbbing in my mouth and throat. <o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">“Oh. Oh…” he stammers. Then, he squeaks out a whisper, “Oh,
fuck.”<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">He nuts.<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSV5N-XRF0yKJYX3yLEkl7a2zA7rvnTRHLajaeOnByd20v2EYssOpTQV-KnIT__b2ak39kpCI0HFUKaSoVPgIDKHQcgaIeZw9pYltp9dLccIDpkevJBmEy7QuSbwt3u3gG5ItSsVvSSDol/s540/pic_05.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="303" data-original-width="540" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSV5N-XRF0yKJYX3yLEkl7a2zA7rvnTRHLajaeOnByd20v2EYssOpTQV-KnIT__b2ak39kpCI0HFUKaSoVPgIDKHQcgaIeZw9pYltp9dLccIDpkevJBmEy7QuSbwt3u3gG5ItSsVvSSDol/s320/pic_05.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><p></p><p class="MsoNormal">I hold. I let his spunk pump down my throat. My head and his
pulsing meat are throbbing together. It’s all I can do not to pull back and
away. I’m tensing up. I can’t breathe. I’m going to start gagging on David’s thick
meat. I push forward a slight bit. David lets out a deep, guttural moan and relaxes.
<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">I swiftly pull off and take a deep breath. His beast gushes
out two more pumps of cum. They slide down his bulbous shaft. I lean forward
and slurp them up. <o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6Mo3NM-ESkLkTy1uS-O5HOEa2EopnNg4tN0ec9HjAOnclZRKQ_U2HQeY5mIQbsC1BU6ox4Fi5PUNwxkJdZ5lVqsZ4ayQxUohZi4oQIkYMu_SQt8vrb39AwX_XrwvNjQmniRygYgZq5tV_/s532/pic_06.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="439" data-original-width="532" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6Mo3NM-ESkLkTy1uS-O5HOEa2EopnNg4tN0ec9HjAOnclZRKQ_U2HQeY5mIQbsC1BU6ox4Fi5PUNwxkJdZ5lVqsZ4ayQxUohZi4oQIkYMu_SQt8vrb39AwX_XrwvNjQmniRygYgZq5tV_/s320/pic_06.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><p></p><p class="MsoNormal">I squeeze his dick to get the last bit out. I look up. He
smiles. He tucks his dick back in his shorts. <o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">“You’re a lot like your brother,” he smiles. Not looking at
me. I wait for an indication he’s going to reciprocate. My cock is aching and I
want to pull it out. He gets up and starts walking upstairs. “Like I said, David’s in the
back…”<o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">I spend the afternoon swimming with David. My cock stays in
a semi-hard state through most of the afternoon. I go home and beat off. Twice.
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<p class="MsoNormal">Pete and I hook up post college a few times. Even less eventful.
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The first time I saw Coach I was a freshman. I needed a form
signed for baseball. I could have gone to any of the baseball coach’s offices.
I chose His. I walk in. It’s full of guys. Some sitting around studying. Others
are waiting. I have no idea why some are there. They’re sitting on his old
leather couch, half dressed. The room smells like a man. No stank. Just… manly.<o:p></o:p></div>
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The athletic offices were perched in raised clusters all
around the locker room. There’s a tiny restroom in the back of each office:
toilet, sink, and shower stall. He walks in from his shower. The only way I can
describe Him is “Stud.” Total stud. Tall. Handsome. Built. Robert Redford
back-in-the-day-handsome. <o:p></o:p></div>
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He’s rubbing a towel over his muscled chest. He’s fucking
perfection. He throws the towel over his shoulder. I see IT. My God… it’s
beautiful. Thick, cut-meat sprouting from a dark bush and hanging beyond His heavy,
furry-oblong balls.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Coach sits down at his desk. Towel still on His shoulder.
He’s naked. In His chair. Naked. Can they do that? Who sits naked in a chair?
I’m growing up in a crowded house full of kids. There is no time to be naked. His
meat rests on the edge of the chair. How big does it get? I’m trying not to
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He signs paperwork for another guy. I hand Him mine.
“Legend? James and Eric’s little brother?” I nod. He smiles. “I saw you at the
batting cage last week. You got some power. You might even make JV…” A couple
of guys laugh. He signs the form. I keep it in front of me as I leave. I’ve got
a massive boner. I’m thinking about that chair. And that thick piece of meat
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A few days later, I meet Danny. He’s hanging with my
brother. We chat. He’s cool. He has tiny scars around his left eye. Something
to do with water polo. He’s so goddamned good looking. Almost pretty. The scar
makes him <i>just</i> shy of perfection. He’s also a senior, which
is really cool. Any time an upper classman talks to a lowly freshman is
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He starts giving me grief about the Marci incident. I don’t
say too much. He asks if I like eating pussy. I shrug. He asks if I like
sucking dick. I blush. I blank. Tells me he’s kidding. I decide to hang out
downstairs. My brother calls me a pussy as I practically run away. <o:p></o:p></div>
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It’s cold as I start to head home after school on a Tuesday
afternoon. My jacket sucks. Hand me down. Old. I cut through the parking lot on
my way to the bus stop. I see Danny. He gives me a nod. I nod back. He jogs
over. “Heading home?” I nod. “Need a lift?” I shake my head. “Uh… about the
other day, I didn’t offend you, right?” I shake my head. I tell him it’s okay.
Again he offers me a ride. The wind kicks up. “My truck’s got a heater…” <o:p></o:p></div>
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We drive around for a bit. We talk baseball. His last
season. He’ll miss it when it’s over. Talks about the team. The guys. How
amazing Coach is. He talks a lot about Coach. He asks if I want to come over.
I’m almost hard in my pants. I know it’s not about sex. But he’s so cool. A
senior. Cute. <o:p></o:p></div>
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We walk into his room. It’s practically bigger than my
house. He turns and kisses me. I’m not sure what to say so I just stare at him
like an idiot. He leans in to kiss again. This time I kiss back. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Shirts are off. Beautiful bod. Hairy pits. No chest hair to
speak of. Some on his happy trail. He pushes me on the bed. Trying desperately
to be quiet, we roll around on his bed making out. My cock is aching. He pulls
down my pants and underwear. “Shit. You’re bigger than your brother…” I just
about nut with that. <o:p></o:p></div>
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He sucks on it for a while. He’s good. First time I haven’t
done the “you-suck-me-then-I-suck-you” bit with a classmate: We kiss. He sucks.
We kiss more. He stuffs his thick meat into my mouth. We kiss. I suck him
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“Look, if you have, then we can <i>do it</i>. If
not, you’ll probably make too much noise and if my parents come home, they’ll
hear.” I look at his big meat. “I’ve never been fucked.” Total lie. <o:p></o:p></div>
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We end up blowing each other to orgasm. As we’re dressing,
he tells me I shoot a big load. “You, too.” It’s a lie. I wasn’t even sure if
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We hook up a couple of times a week. Both his parents work,
so they’re rarely home. He guides me into the finer points of sex. It evolves
over the next few months, but this is how I remember our sessions: <o:p></o:p></div>
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We start making out. He likes kissing. He’s also a fucking
fantastic kisser. Clothes slowly come off. He loves to rub his dick around my
ass. Slapping it against my hole no matter what position we’re in. Danny
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He likes to take me from behind. Whether bent over, on my
knees, or on my stomach, he likes to pound from the rear. I like it on my back.
He pushes my legs back. Looms over me. When he does that, he’ll kiss me while
fucking me. Occasionally, I’ll ride on top of him. Even then he likes me facing
away. “I love watching my dick slide into your ass.” <o:p></o:p></div>
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Danny is also fond of my dick. He doesn’t do a lot of
sucking, but he likes playing with it. Smacking it. Making it swing back and
forth. He’s playing with it when he says, “I always thought it would be much
bigger.” Shit. I thought it was decent? “Is it too small…?” He laughs. “Hell
no. It’s just that you… you hang long. You’re a show-er. Not much of a grower.”
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sex. He stops in the middle to chat. He talks a lot about Coach. “Coach says…” <o:p></o:p></div>
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He also uses condoms when we fuck. “So my dick doesn’t smell
like shit.” I try and clean myself out. I guess it’s not enough. He tells me
I’m fine. “Coach says…” Wait. What?! Coach talked about fucking guys? <o:p></o:p></div>
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He smiles, “Coach says, ‘Things happen in an all-boys
school…” <o:p></o:p></div>
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I make JV ball my freshman year. Totally skipped Freshman
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Danny talks more and more about Coach. How great He is. How
much He knows. How I should get to know Him. But Coach is Varsity. I only see Him
in passing. Danny tells me that Coach can help me get to Varsity.<o:p></o:p></div>
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In our many sessions talking about Coach, I hear the
affirmations: Go out there and get it. Reach for it. Want it more. Try harder.
Practice more. Be stronger… I can practically hear him in my sleep. Mostly
because I share a room with my brother who talks about Coach endlessly as well.<o:p></o:p></div>
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February. Sunday afternoon. Danny’s parents are somewhere.
We fuck like rabbits. Every position we can think of. He’s standing next to the
bed, fucking me while on my back. He says he’s gonna cum. He pulls out. Yanks
off the condom. Shoots his load on me. As always he doesn’t cum that much. As he’s
jerking me to orgasm, he tells me that Coach wants to meet with me. Alone. I
think of Him sitting naked on that chair. I bust my nut. “Fuck. You shoot a big
load.” <o:p></o:p></div>
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Monday afternoon. Batting practice ends. Danny asks me if I
want to go for a run. I’m beat. But it’s Danny, so I go. Long run. It’s after
five when we get back. The doors are all locked to the gym. Danny has a key. I
give him a “where’d you get that?” look. He shrugs. <o:p></o:p></div>
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We walk in the locker room. It’s dark. The light in Coach’s
office is on. The rest of the locker room is dark. As we start up the stairs, I
hear the door from the weight room open. Coach walks out. Shirtless. Grey sweat
pants. Fuck, He’s beautiful. <o:p></o:p></div>
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I sit on the big old leather couch in front of His desk. The
room smells so good. That man scent again. That couch has had a thousand sweaty
guys sit on it. Coach is standing in
front of me, leaning against the desk. Danny stands by the door a few feet
away. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Coach starts talking about my commitment to the school and
baseball. He’s talking like I know why I’m there. Like I understand where this
is going. I do not want Him to think I’m an idiot, so I just nod my head. Trying
to absorb it all. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Commitment. Passion. Dedication. Devotion. Teamwork. Spirit.
He goes on and on. My head is swimming. Coach is talking to me like I’m a real
person. Not just some kid. I watch the sweat still stuck in His chest hair.
Fuck He’s beautiful. My head swims. As He talks, He scratches just below the
waistline of His sweats. The room is now spinning. His words. The smell.
Coach’s bulge. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Oh. My. God. His fucking bulge.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I think He has a hardon. I KNOW He has a hardon. It’s
pointing to His left. I can’t stop looking at it. I hear Him as if in another
room. “You’ve got to go for it in this world…” I think of what Danny has said
about Coach. What my brothers have said. “Be proactive…. A go-getter… reach for
it... Reach for it… Reach…” <o:p></o:p></div>
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I see my hand reach out. As if it’s not mine. I grab that
big dick through His sweats. I let go only to pull on the waistband. It
releases His cock. His thick, massive meat rolls out and across the back of my
hand. It’s so warm. It’s so big. It’s so beautiful. <o:p></o:p></div>
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The room is absolutely silent except for the sound of rain
drops hitting the skylights over the locker room. I don’t even think my heart
is beating. <o:p></o:p></div>
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I look up. Coach just looks at me. I open my mouth, thinking
I’m going to say something. There’s a glint in His eyes and a hair of a smile… <o:p></o:p></div>
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I kneel in front of Him. His cock starts to rise. I quickly
stuff it in my mouth. I don’t want him to say no. <o:p></o:p></div>
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I work it for a few minutes. Playing with His balls. Taking
as much as I can of His meat in my mouth. <o:p></o:p></div>
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“See?” Danny smiles. “I told you he was good.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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Coach lets out a laugh. “You’ve taught him well.” He pulls
my head back. His cock still filling my mouth. I look up. “Didn’t he?” I let
out a muffled “yep”. They both laugh. <o:p></o:p></div>
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I keep working Coach’s meat. It’s spectacular. A bit musky
from his workout, but mostly clean. I suck on His seriously hairy balls for a
while. I can only get one at a time in my mouth. I push His balls up to lick His
taint. I get a lovely bit of acrid musk on my tongue. My dick begs for release.
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I glance over at Danny. Shorts and jock on the floor. He’s
just spit on his dick. He’s jacking it watching me. “Take your clothes off, kid
and stay a while.” I look up at Coach for approval. He nods.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I jump to my feet. I pull my windbreaker, jersey and t-shirt
in one, swift motion. I try to take off my pants, jock, and cleats just as
fast. I stumble back and fall backwards onto the couch. <o:p></o:p></div>
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“Easy. Easy. Easy…” Coach pulls off my cleats and slides off
my pants. He leans in. He kisses me. His dick slides against my leg, leaving a
snail trail of precum as it drags along my leg. That’s it. I’m done. It’s too
fucking much. I nut. I spray his furry chest. <o:p></o:p></div>
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“Oh, my God! I’m so sorry!” I cry out as each shot blasts
into His golden fur. It hangs there. Gripping. As if my jizz knows it is at a
sacred place. Not wanting to drip away.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“I told you he shoots a huge load…” Danny is still furiously
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Coach grabs my face. “Never apologize.” He tells me to clean
it up. I lean forward and start sucking my jizz from His magnificent chest. I
do manage to take the opportunity to suck on His nipples. His fur is soft. His muscles hard.<o:p></o:p></div>
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When I’m done, He pulls back. He looks me over. I feel some
of the jizz running off my side and onto the couch. He leans down and licks my
spunk off my chest and abs. Coach works His way down to my cock, which is now
getting hard again. He takes me in His mouth and sucks out the remaining load. Squeezing
it to get every last drop.<o:p></o:p></div>
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His tongue is slow and deliberate. It reminds me a bit of
how Danny would blow me. But Coach is purposeful when He sucks. As if He knows
just where every flick of his tongue must go. Same with my balls and taint. I
hear myself moaning at one point. It’s so amazing. <o:p></o:p></div>
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He pulls away. Coach is kneeling on the couch in front of
me. He looks me over. “You have a beautiful cock there.” I nod. He grabs the base
and shakes it a bit. “Very nice.” He sucks me again for a few pumps. My cock is
so sensitive at this point, but I’m not going to tell him to stop. <o:p></o:p></div>
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“Roll over.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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I’d had my ass eaten before. Nothing too spectacular. This.
This is different. This is amazing. Like a starving man offered as sumptuous
meal, He dives in. He licks and eats my ass. He’s alternating between violently
and delicately. He takes me from one extreme to the other. Always keeping me on
the edge. <o:p></o:p></div>
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I’ve thought a lot about that night and I can say with
absolute conviction that the moment His tongue presses against my hole, my life
is irrevocably altered. A new course is set and He is my True North. <o:p></o:p></div>
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He’s pulling my rod back so on his long treks from the top
of my hairy hole to the tip of my dick, I feel the long, silky edge of his
tongue. One second He’s chewing away at my furry hole, the next He’s offering
light kisses. He moves me up so he can assault my taint with his tongue. I
think his teeth are used as well. My legs are shaking. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Coach stands. He pushes the head of His cock against my
hole. Then He teases me with it. Sliding it up and down. Slick precum helps His
dick slide smoothly along my crack. He pushes forward so the shaft rests along
my entire crack. He pumps a few times.</div>
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I silently pray that God allow Him to fuck me. “I’ll never
ask for anything again. Please let him cum in me…” <o:p></o:p></div>
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“Danny, grab the KY in my desk…”<o:p></o:p></div>
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Thank you, Jesus.<o:p></o:p></div>
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He hands Coach the tube. I put my head down on the arm of
the couch. I’m starting to shake. Danny puts his hand on my head. With the other
hand, Danny rubs my neck and pushes down my back. Danny keeps gently whispering
for me to relax. I hear the “ntch, ntch, ntch” sound as Coach lubes up His
thick meat. <o:p></o:p></div>
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He tells me to take a deep breath. I feel Him enter. It’s
not so bad. It doesn’t hurt too much. I quickly realize that it’s His thumb.
He’s lubing me up with his large hands.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Danny pulls my head up. I look into his sparkling eyes. He
tells me I’m doing great. He cups my face with his left hand, as he jerks his
meat with his right. <o:p></o:p></div>
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While Coach continues lubing my ass and adding more fingers,
He starts rubbing my back with His other hand. He gropes my ass hard. It’s all
so surreal. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Coach rests His dick on top of my ass. I can feel it
pulsating. It seems so much bigger right now. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Danny kneels in front of me. He looks very serious. “Robert.
Coach is going to enter you now.” I nod. “You need to give Him permission.” I
say okay. I’m even more nervous now. Danny moves in and whispers, “This is a big
moment dude. You’re so lucky.” <o:p></o:p></div>
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I feel the head pressing against my hole. I’m trying to
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“Robert?” Coach’s voice sounds so far away<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Yeah…”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“I’m going to enter you now.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Okay…” My dick is dripping precum again.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“I need your permission.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Okay…”<o:p></o:p></div>
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Danny is holding me so close. He’s whispering in my ear.
“His dick looks so purple. He’s gonna breed you…”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“I <i>will</i> cum in you.” <o:p></o:p></div>
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“Okay…” I think the precum is at a steady stream at this
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“You know what that means, right?”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Um…” No, I don’t.<o:p></o:p></div>
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He leans forward as Danny pulls back, the head pushes in a
tiny bit, “It means I’m going to make you a true man.” My dick goes harder than
it’s ever been. It hurts so fucking much. I push back. I want that cock in me. <o:p></o:p></div>
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“Yes, Coach! Please!” It’s all too much. I’m sobbing now. I
want this more than anything. “Please fuck me! Cum in me!” I push back. I feel Him
enter. Oh, fuck it hurts! But I want it so bad! I want Him! I want to be a man!
I want the whole fucking world! <o:p></o:p></div>
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His giant sausage pushes into my hole. Each thrust goes a
little further. He’s gentle now. Easing me into it. I lift my head. His hand is
on my shoulder. His other hand on my waist. He’s telling me how good I’m doing.
How beautiful my ass is taking his cock. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Now He’s holding onto both shoulders. With one final push,
the entirety of the manliest cock I will know fills my hole. He pauses for a
moment. I take a deep breath. I’m
completely euphoric. I have never felt so alive. I have dreamed of Him so many
times. Of Him touching me. Kissing me. I never let the dream come this far… <o:p></o:p></div>
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He begins pumping. Not too hard or too fast at first. But he
gains momentum quickly. As He continues to build up speed, He is also going for
longer strokes. His cock is coming almost all the way out and then slamming
full force back in. It hurts so fucking much. But I don’t want it to stop.
Ever. <o:p></o:p></div>
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I’m vaguely aware that I am loudly groaning with each
powerful thrust. He tells Danny to quiet me down. Danny shoves his dick in my
mouth. Blow jobs with Danny have been mostly me sucking him, rarely with him
fucking my face. On this evening, he is making up for lost time. It’s a wonder
my spine doesn’t crack with the pounding forces coming from both ends. My nose
is clogged and I can barely breathe.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Coach pulls out and I collapse onto my side, away from Danny’s
assault on my mouth. I can barely breathe. Coach pulls me down on the couch and
flips me on to my back. Before I can even think of recovery, my legs are tossed
back. He’s in me full tilt again. He’s got a firm grip on my ankles. He looks
on me with such pleasure. I love watching Him fuck me. He’s so fucking
beautiful. That massive, furry chest. Those tight abs. Those beautiful, intense
eyes. That goddamned giant cock in my ass…<o:p></o:p></div>
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Watching Him is short-lived as Danny crawls over me and
shoves his cock back in my mouth. He fucks my mouth just as mercilessly as
Coach fucks my ass. “I’m gonna cum in your fucking mouth…!” Danny’s edging all
night has produced a massive load. I’m completely incapable of handling most of
it. I swallow. I choke. I spit some back up. It’s all over my face and in my
eye. Danny steps off. He stands next to coach. His hand on Coach’s shoulder,
watching Him rail me. My rock-hard cock is bent towards Coach’s abs. Each
thrust into me, causes my dick to bounce back and then slam back into his fuzzy
abs. It’s too much. With no hands on my dick, I let out a shout. Like an
unattended firehose, I begin spraying the two studs standing over me, along
with the couch, the window, and myself.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Coach thrusts into me. His tenses with each pump of His
precious milk into my ass. “Yes. Yes. Yes….” He remains over me. Breathing
heavy. I can feel his dick twitching. I think he’s still coming in me.<o:p></o:p></div>
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He pulls out. Sits back. Danny looks down at my jizz covered
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After a minute, Coach gives my leg a hearty smack and starts
towards the shower. He stops and turns, “Hey kid, I’ve got one rule: Don’t fall
in love with me.” He laughs like it’s a joke. I just nod. I can’t speak. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Danny kneels next to me. He starts talking a mile a minute.
Not sure exactly what he said, but it’s all good. I tell him I need to shit.
“Don’t! Hold onto his butter as long as you can. Trust me.” I nod. <o:p></o:p></div>
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He smiles at me. “You feel it? You’re a goddamned fucking
man now!” Danny rubs my stomach. “You’ve got a fucking stud in there.” Fuck, am
I pregnant?<o:p></o:p></div>
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I want a Kleenex. My nose is stuffed. I have jizz in my eyes
and ears. As Danny starts to get me something, Coach comes out. He looks at me
and tells Danny to clean me up. We walk down to the showers. (Coaches shower is
for Coach).<o:p></o:p></div>
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I look at myself in the mirror. My eyes look like I’ve been
crying. One eye is almost sealed with a big glop of jizz. There’s snot pouring
out of my nose. There’s still spunk all over my face and body. Not sure if I’ve
been royally fucked or been in a fight.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I rinse off. Twice I fart and I can feel even more jizz come
out. My ass is so weak I can’t hold them in. Finally, I just squat over a drain
and let it go. It feels like it runs forever. Thankfully, Danny has already
finished and went back to Coach.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I stand under the water for a few minutes, trying to process
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As I walk back to Coach’s office, Danny walks past. “Gotta
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I change into my school uniform and walk up the steps to say
goodnight and maybe see if Coach can give me a ride home. I can’t hear the rain
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He’s finishing up cleaning my mess. “Lot a jizz…” I nod. He
tosses the towels into a bin. He’s standing there in a pair of running shorts
that leave little to the imagination.<o:p></o:p></div>
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He shakes His head. I instantly understand that for him it
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I slump down on the couch. Still unsure what all this means.
“We’ll talk all about it this week…” It’s like He can read my mind. <o:p></o:p></div>
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He comes over and pulls me close. Tells me I was great. He
gives me a kiss on the cheek. My ear. My neck. We start making out. Fuck. I’m
hard again. So is He in those fucking shorts. <o:p></o:p></div>
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He stands up. Pulls it out. Holds it to my mouth. I take Him
in. Not too far, my throat still aches. He grabs my hair and pulls my head
back. Coach rests His dick on my tongue and begins to jerk His meat. I try and
suck it. He won’t let me. “Just look at me, boy…” He smiles at me. I can’t help
but smile back. He jerks harder. Pulls my hair a little more. “When I cum,
don’t swallow. Just let it sit… THERE!”<o:p></o:p></div>
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He cums in my mouth. One shot hits me straight in the eye.
The same one from earlier. It will be red for two days. He taps my face with his
hard but spent dick. Rubbing cum around my lips. <o:p></o:p></div>
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He smiles at me. Tells me I can now swallow. I do. Never
breaking eye contact. He holds my chin firm, “Remember what I told you… don’t
fall in love with me.” Before I can answer, His pager goes off. <o:p></o:p></div>
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I thought only doctors have those… <o:p></o:p></div>
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He hangs up, “Go see if Danny is still outside and bring him
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I find Danny in the parking lot talking to some guys from
water polo. They give me a nod. Do they know? Is it obvious? I try to remain
cool as we walk back. Coach is smiling at Danny. “Bernhard is in town. Care to
make a few bucks?” <o:p></o:p></div>
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There is far more going on here than I can comprehend. Much
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One phone call and two minutes later, they drive off to see
“Bernhard.” I’m sitting at the bus stop. I think about the evening. Danny.
Coach’s dick. What if I didn’t grab it? What if I’d not come tonight? What if I
never got that ride from Danny? I’m jealous they’re together. I’m bummed I’m at
the cold bus stop. Grateful it’s stopped raining.<o:p></o:p></div>
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The bus is mostly empty. I slump in the back I burp twice on
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As I walk to my house from the bus stop, I feel warm and
wonderful inside. Even though it’s cold and damp out. My ass twitches. I think
there’s still some jizz in there. I burst out laughing in the cold night air. I
feel fantastic! I feel like any guy who just became a man!<o:p></o:p></div>
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As I start up the walk to the house a cold wave sweeps over
me. Shit. I’m in love with Coach.<o:p></o:p></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">Late winter quarter freshman
year. Volunteered by my fraternity President to attend an All-Greek meeting. I
think it's an honor. No one else will go. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">I walk into the auditorium.
I’m told to sit in the first three rows. Everyone is scattered throughout this
200 seat classroom. No one is in the first three rows. I see a guy from
Sigma-something in the back. Their house is near ours. Decent guys. Mostly jocks.
Mostly not too bright. I've seen him around enough that we nod to each other on
campus. I go sit one seat over from him. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">His name is Brad. Didn't
volunteer; drafted. Junior. 6'6" 250# Plays football. Beautiful eyes. He's
hot. Has one foot up on the seat in front of him. His package is big. Seriously
big. Without looking at me, he passes me a flask. "It's the only way to
get through this..." The meeting is long and dull. Lots of
administrative crap. Nothing of note. We can't leave until we've signed out.
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leave, the flask is mostly done. We're both buzzed. We wander off into the cool
night air. It's dry now, but rained while we were inside. Everything smells
fresh in the night air. I gotta pee. I wander off the path towards some trees
and brush, where it's dark. I pull it out and start to pee. Brad staggers up
right next to me. Starts peeing. Our wiz makes a slight splattering sound as it
makes the large ivy leaves dance and shimmer in the dim light from the path.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">Brad bumps me slightly.
Our arms touch. He doesn't move away. Presses into me. Our fingers touch.
They play as we stand there silent. He finishes. I get hard and can’t pee
anymore. He takes my hand and moves it to his dick. I grasp his thick meat in
my hand. I move my hand forward... uncut. I stroke his meat. He sighs.
"Yeah..." he whispers.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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only a few strokes. Damn. It's really big. I want to drop down and try and take
it in my mouth. I stroke forward. I slip my finger into his foreskin and roll
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">"Oh, my God!"
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">I rub my finger over his
urethra a few times... He gasps, "Dude...!" I can feel his cock grow
even bigger and harder. He grabs the back of my neck for support. I start
pumping his dick hard. Moving my hand down the shaft and then back over the
head. I keep increasing the pace. Grips my neck harder. Breathing tightens up.
I keep pumping his thick shaft. He sucks in more air... and holds it. I hold
mine. He makes a slight "Mmph." noise. I stop pumping and hold the
base tight. He's cumming.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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his load. Then I hear it. In the silence it hits the leafy ground cover with a
loud "SCHLAPP" sound as his huge load unleashes onto the groud cover.
Each pump of jizz lands with the same noise: "SCHLAPP... SCHLAPP... SCHLAPP..."
I can't tell how many pumps of ejaculate shoots from his massive cock. It's
only when I think it should have ended that I start counting. I count six
before he dribbles to a conclusion. I'm guessing it's at least twelve nut
blasts. I can smell his rich seed in the air. I'm close and I haven't even
touched my dick.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">I don't want to let go. His
rough hand is still on my neck. He turns me slightly. I think he's going to say
"thanks" or "fuck you, faggot", not sure as the silence
confuses me. He grabs the top of my jeans by my ass and bends over. My dick is
in his mouth. One hand holding my jeans, the other my thigh. Like he thinks I'm
going to try and get away. Gives a great blowjob. Very sloppy. Takes it all in.
I grab his hair and fuck his face. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">Doesn't take me long. I
whisper, "I'm gonna sperm." He keeps slurping away. I say it again.
He still keeps slurping. Finally, I say it out loud, "Dude, I'm going to
sperm my load in your mouth." He grunts. I nut. He takes it
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">He stands up. Looks
around casually and pulls out his flask again. He takes a swig. Offers it to
me. I oblige. With a shrug, he says, "Later" and walks off, tucking
his massive meat back in his pants as he gets to the walkway. Brad stops. “If
you tell anyone, I’ll kill you.” I nod. He turns away. He stops again. “But I
wouldn’t mind fucking you.” He smiles. Waves. Walks off. I realize have to pee
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">Late June. It's too
fucking hot. Heading from the library to my last final. I'm walking across the quad,
sweating. I see Brad in the distance walking in the opposite direction. He nods.
I keep walking. He turns back. I walk around towards the back of the Humanities
building along a path. To my left is the spot where I jerked off Brad. I open
the door to the back stairwell. I doubt too many people use this way in: it's
on the edge of the main quad. The path only leads around the building. Brad has
almost caught up to me as I enter the small vestibule. Hold the door open for Brad.
He smiles. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">I as I walk the heat of
the room overwhelms me. It's stifling. Brad bumps me into the corner with
his body. I can feel the heat coming off of him. I drop my backpack as I brace
myself against the wall. I'm not sure if we're gonna fuck or if he's going to
beat me up. His hands glide down my body. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">He reaches around. Pulls
me close. Begins biting on my neck. His hands grab the top of my jeans and
pull. The button-fly pops open with six little pops. His hands push my jeans
and boxers down. He grinds against me as he grabs my junk. We are not nearly as
quiet as we were that night. Maybe it's the heat. Maybe it's the urgency.
Whatever. He wants in my ass. He's pulled open his jeans. His hard cock is
pushing up the small of my back. He grinds into me. Pumping me. Groping. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">I'm turned and pushed to
the floor. "Slick it up." It doesn't seem as big in the daylight as
it bobs in front of me. When I try to put it in my mouth, I realize how huge
this fucker is. I gag. Slurp. Drool. Tug on his massive nuts... My ass is
twitching. I'm not that into bottoming, but fuck... <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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grunts as he pulls me up and turns me around. He pushes me against the wall.
Toys with my hole with his spit-covered dick on my sweaty ass. The head
enters...<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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pain. He grunts as he pushes in more. I feel a trail of sweat roll down my
back. I silently pray it goes down to my aching hole. He pushes... I cry
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him spit. Then the sound of him rubbing that thick meat. He rubs my slick back
and I feel his fingers pushing the slickness to my hole. It's against my
hole again... He pushes in. Some more. And more. And more... <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">I'm seeing stars. I
realize that I'm pushing on the wall so hard I've pushed myself up. He's
pushing into me so hard I'm being supported by his dick. I'm about to go into
full freak out mode that I'm being skewered by this giant cock, until I realize
he's got his left arm under mine. His right hand between my legs. I relax a
bit. He takes this as a cue to fuck me harder and deeper. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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ground. We get into a nice rhythm. His right hand now firmly grasping my cock
and balls. He's leaning on the left forearm, pushing me against the wall. I
don't know if I can take the ass pounding much longer. I also don't want it to
stop. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">"You like that,
buddy?" His cock assaults my hole. I can only reply with a gurgle.
"I'm gonna fuck you so hard, you're gonna scream so loud when you
cum."<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">As he begins to
piston-fuck my hole, we hear it. A door, several flights up slams and someone
is descending the stairs. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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plain view, if the person walking down the final steps looks moderately to
their left, we're caught. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">"Shut up! Shut
up!" he hisses. Even stifling my whimpers and grunts, I'm panting like a
mother fucker. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">The steps get closer as
they come down the clanging metal stairs. Brad shifts moves his arm and pulls
me closer. The person is right above us. They stop. Brad pulls tighter. His
cock slips in all the way. Balls deep. My legs curl up. Pushed against the cold
concrete wall, he's holding my torso with his left arm and my dick and balls
with his right hand. It's all I can do not to scream out. My entire body is on
fire. Sweat is pouring off me and I'm slippery in his arms. I'm going to slide
out and onto the concrete floor. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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the stairs and steps off the last step. I slip. Brad pulls me tighter. I
grunt. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">Brad lets out a soft
moan. I feel his huge cock depositing a massive load in my ass. Each pump of
sperm into my hole makes me shake harder. My balls pull back and I begin
blowing my load down the wall. I gasp loudly. I hear a loud click and whirr...
Why hasn't this person noticed us? The door opens and the room fills with
bright sunlight. The door shuts. We both groan loudly as he pumps the last of
his spunk into my hole. I slip from Brad's arms. Dropping on my knees
gasping. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">Brad is giggling.
"Fucking Walkman." He laughs louder. "He had a fucking Walkman.
Never even noticed us." <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">He helps me up. We stand
there awkward in our silence. He’s a sweat-covered god. I want to lick the
sweat off him. I hesitate. I look down. I see my bag. "Fuck! I'm late for
my final!" I scramble to put my clothes on. I'm not going to have time to
shit out his load. I barely say goodbye.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">I have no idea how I did
on that final. All I remember is being uncomfortable the whole time and getting
hard again every time I realized I had his massive load in my ass. I was on the
Dean's List that year, so I must have done well. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">I saw Brad around, but
we never hooked up again after that. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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I walk into the gymnasium. I’m clad only in my underwear. I
hand my card off to some guy I’ve never seen before. Hot day, even for June. As
I walk across the surprisingly cool floor I hear my information being announced.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Robert Legend. First Year. St. Mary’s. 5’2” 108. 6<sup>th</sup>
& 7<sup>th</sup> baseball. 6<sup>th</sup> & 7<sup>th</sup> basketball.
6<sup>th</sup> and 7<sup>th</sup> swimming…” <o:p></o:p></div>
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walk up to the red mark on the wood floor in front the entire athletic staff of the school.
Sitting in the front is The Bishop as well as the Dean of Moral Guidance, Brother
Gabriel. As I stop on the line—in a seamless move—I pull down my shorts and
step back. The room goes quiet. I hear someone gasp.</div><o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div>
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At an all-boys College Prep, sport is king. Football rules
all. The Combine separates the men from the boys. Over a period of a week in
early June, everyone trying out for football shows up—which is most of the
school. The best I could hope for is First Year Football. If I were bigger, I’d
have a slight chance at Freshman Football. Varsity and JV are out of the
question for First Years.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Sunday afternoon the day before the first day of Combine. I’ll
be starting at St. Matt’s in the Fall. My oldest brother James is a senior.
He’s showing my brother Erik and his buddies what he does for “the drop.” Strictly
Juniors and Seniors. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Walking in from the dining room, where he just striped to
his boxers. James enters confidently and stops. In a swift move he bends and
drops his shorts. He stands back. James has a big one and likes showing it off.
James shouts as they will tomorrow, “Raise your arms.” His arms go up. “Turn to
two!” He drops his arms, making a quarter turn. “Turn to three.” Another
quarter turn and we’re staring at his muscled ass. With each turn, his schlong swings. It's amazing to watch. </div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal">“Arms!” He raises his arms.
He turns to us, “Sometimes, they’ll say ‘Turn to four’, but almost never. Guys
always fuck up on that.” He turns back to one, does a flick with his foot,
flinging his underwear up, and walks out. “Wait for them to tell you to leave.
They want to see you take direction well.” <o:p></o:p></div>
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Erik and his buddies just have to stand there in their
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I’m hearing his words as I stand there in front of these men.
These guys have been doing this all day. Seniors and Juniors were in the
morning. They’re bored. First years are a formality. Freshman are the lowest at
most schools. At St. Matthews College Preparatory the First Years are
insignificant and pushed in and out of The Combine quickly. I hear them chatting.
Something about a guy named Archie Bunker.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Legends hit puberty in a particular way: we get pubes, tiny
bit of pit hair and our junk grows full size… then we stop. And wait. Suddenly,
about two years in, we start to grow hard and fast. My balls dropped the
previous summer. I’m still small. <o:p></o:p></div>
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In a fluid motion James would be proud of, I drop my briefs.
Stand back on the one and stare straight ahead. My junk looks huge on my small
frame. They are silent. I’m ready for them to send me on my way.<o:p></o:p></div>
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After what seems like an eternity: “Arms…” I raise my arms up
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“Go to two…” <o:p></o:p></div>
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“Back to one…” Quick half turn. My dick swings and slaps my
thigh. In the silence of the room, it makes a clear and loud “smack.” I hear
someone mutter “Jesus…” as it swings down.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Yeah…” the voice
says. “…you can go.” I hear a muttered, “And don’t trip over that…” followed by
some muffled laughs. I glance at the Bishop and Brother Gabriel who do not look
pleased.<o:p></o:p></div>
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By the time I get into the locker room to get my clothes, I’m
already known as “The First Year Flasher.” The guys are joking and laughing. I start to collect my school uniform. The room goes cold and quiet. Brother Gabriel places his cool
hand on my bare shoulder. He stands over me. I feel very naked. <o:p></o:p></div>
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“Follow me to my office.” He turns and walks to the door. I stumble
along, dressing as I try to keep up. He does not slow his pace as I cross
campus scrambling to pull on my clothes. I manage to get my shirt on as we arrive
at his office. I don’t even bother with my tie.<o:p></o:p></div>
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His secretary takes down my information. “Another Legend?”
She sighs. “How many of them are you?” I stammer, a voice calls out from the
office, “Come.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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I shut the door slowly. I’m worried this is going to be the
end of my life. It’s just the beginning. His office is dark. Plain. Multiple degrees
on the wall. Not much else except for several crosses and a lot of books. I
stand in front of his desk. I’m Shaking. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Father Gabriel asks me if I was trying to provoke a
response. I don’t understand the question. He tries another approach which I
also don’t get. Finally, “You are a prideful boy. What did you hope to achieve
by that stunt?” <o:p></o:p></div>
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I stare at him for a second. He looks so cross. I think it
bothers me more because he’s so good looking. Tall, athletic, extremely
handsome. Dark hair, light blue eyes. To a kid, he seems old. He’s barely 40.
He rarely smiles. When he does, he’s one of those guys you wonder why he isn’t
fucking everything in sight when he’s that good looking.<o:p></o:p></div>
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He has me sit. He comes around the desk and sits close. He
holds my hands and sighs. “The truth…” He closes his eyes. “I believe in the
truth…” He pauses for what feels like an eternity. “Perhaps confession would be
best.” I don’t want to, but I nod. Confession is private. He notes confession
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He moves in closer and grasps my hands. It’s so close and
intimate. I whisper as I go through the normal things: impure thoughts.
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“Um… Yeah. Yes, Brother Gabriel.” <o:p></o:p></div>
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I start to answer when I realize he said “Me.” He’s aroused?
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“Are <i><b>you </b></i>aroused?” His hand moves to my crotch. He feels my
hardening dick through the fabric of my slacks. “Yes. You prideful boy…” He
pushes me back in the chair. Starts unbucking my belt. Pulling open my pants.
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He’s down on my rod in a second. I pull back. I grow rigid in
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I’m trying not to freak out. I stare at one of the crosses. This is sinful,
right? Sports jizz aside, this is wasting sperm. It’s not going towards
recreation. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. It feels really good. He takes me all the way
down and chokes a little. That’s all I need. “Father, I’m gonna…!” Without looking
up, he reaches up and smacks his hand over my mouth. I do all I can not to cry
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I unleash my load down his throat. He gags. He tries to
swallow, it spills down his chin. Brother Gabriel milks me as I twitch. He
pulls off. Wipes his chin. He stands above me. His hands move fast as he pulls
his pants down. His dick is nice. Kind of big. Not as big as mine. Big bush. Smooth. Uncut. I’d
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“Take it, you prideful boy…” It enters my mouth and instantly
starts coming. I don’t even taste his dick before I taste his cum. I swallow it
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Father Gabriel flips through a file. My file. I already have
a file. “You have a free period on Tuesdays at 3pm. We’ll meet then.” He looks
up. I’m not sure what this means, so I just stare like an idiot. “When school
starts, I expect to see you in my office at 3:00pm every Tuesday for private
confession. Is that clear?” I nod. “You may go…”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Was that a sin?” He raises those blue eyes and glares. “I
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He stops me. “It is the basis of life. It feeds and nourishes.
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He sits back and looks me up and down. “Your family has
quite a checkered past at this school, Mr. Legend. I kindly suggest we keep
this quiet between us—I know your grandfather is paying for your education, but
you family history is quite… <i>questionable</i>.”
I nod. Message received. <o:p></o:p></div>
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He stops me as I leave. Brother Gabriel walks over and tucks
in my shirt, fixes pants, adjusts my collar. “For someone so prideful, one
would think you’d pay more attention to how you dress.” I thank him and start
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He pulls me back. “A gentleman shakes hand upon entering and
upon leaving.” I shake his hand, thank him. He holds onto my hand. He brings
his left hand to my face and leans forward. Is he going to kiss me? He whispers
in my ear, “Be a good soul…” I have no response, so I leave. <o:p></o:p></div>
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confession with Brother Gabriel. James was lustful on Fridays, Erik impertinent
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That night I can’t sleep. This was my first day, what will
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(awk)Wordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05054615778039733739noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8018487416894737308.post-90292685044980300522013-07-20T17:38:00.004-07:002020-06-16T14:24:59.997-07:00The BoostersI’ve been hesitant about writing about some of my high
school experiences. Being whored out is not easy to write about. Less so when
it was enjoyable. Even less than that when I pursued much of it. It’s hard to
convey the whole situation. Where to start? How much to reveal? <o:p></o:p>
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So I’ve decided just to post some experiences. Not always in
sequence. Just as they come to me. Let others figure out how the puzzle all
fits together. Take from it what you will…<o:p></o:p></div>
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Private Jesuit boys school. I’m a poor kid. Not on
scholarship. My grandparents pay for our tuition, but nothing else. Extras have
to be earned. In order to play sports, we have to volunteer. We have to help
raise money for the school. We have to grease the wheels. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Make no mistake, the Bishop and Board know. Impossible that
they don’t. The ends justifies the means. If that means some of the boys have
to sin, so be it. Forgiveness comes from good works and confession. Sin all you
want… confession is at 8:00am on Saturdays. And just to make it all Kosher, the
very priests involved were the ones who heard my confession. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Freshman football. I' never make Varsity. I spend most of my time trying to avoid my coach’s wrath.
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Still developing. Won’t have a true growth spurt until the
fall of my Junior year. Until then, I move awkwardly along. My dick grows, the
rest of my body takes time to catch up. My time in football gives me discipline in the
gym. Teaches me about teamwork. I make some great friends. I have some great
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But my heart and dick will belong to my baseball coach. I
first saw Him when I attended one of my brothers’ games. He owned me from the
moment I saw Him. He would become my mentor. My lover. My friend. More on Him
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Being on the team was a big stretch for me. Making it wasn’t.
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That’s where the Boosters come in. They pay for everything.
Uniforms. Weight rooms. Travel. The coaches and the priests allow them free
reign. What they want, they get. Often they want the athletes. They watch our
practices and games. They study us. The covet us. We are offered up on the
altar of free money. For private schools, that money buys trophies and
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My brothers gave me the low-down before I even applied. I saw
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I head into the locker room. Coach tells me to head into the
supply room. Years ago they used to pass out fresh towels and wash them. The equipment and towels are gone. It’s mostly
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I’ve seen him at a lot of practices. I went to grade school
with his oldest son Jerry. Died of Leukemia when we were ten. His youngest won’t be here for a few years. He's about 6'. Thick, fuzzy body. Reminds me of a bulldog. All muscle. Tough. Marine. The kind of guy everyone says "Yes, sir" to him a lot. He's got piercing blue eyes that when he stares you, makes you want to piss in your pants. You don't want him on your bad side.</div>
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“You did well out there today.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Thanks.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“You’ve improved a lot… getting bigger.” I nod. He puts his hand on my shoulder. He smiles. “You know why you’re here?” I nod. “Okay,
then.” He unbuckles his pants. Pulls them down a bit. Stops. Looks at me. “Get
to it.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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I’m in a daze. It doesn’t feel real. My first experience in
a truly surreal situation. I drop to my knees. I pull down his pants. He’s hard
in his BVDs. <o:p></o:p></div>
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It’s not that big. It’s thick. Just not long. The way he’s
stands there, I’d imagined it being huge. He’s got the confidence of a well
hung man. His dick is dark. It looks different from the rest of him. It’s nice,
just different. His balls are huge. Big hairy globes that hang low. As I take
him into my mouth, I roll those beautiful balls in my hands.</div>
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He tastes musky and I taste a little pee. I don’t think he
showered this morning. He tastes like a man. A real man. Not a boy. Not the
boys I’ve been blowing. I look up to him. His eyes are closed. I wonder what he’s
thinking? He opens his eyes. Looks down. I’d stopped sucking. <span style="display: none; mso-hide: all;">e </span>He grabs my head. Fucks my face. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Our eyes lock. He slows. Watching me take his dick. “Yeah…”
He gives me a slight smile. “Here you go boy…” I feel his huge balls rise. He looks straight ahead and sighs. His dick
begins to pulse. “Yes… yeah…”</div>
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My mouth is filling with his load. Fuck, it’s big. I try to
swallow, but he’s so damn thick. He pulls me down on his dark dick. I can’t
close my mouth. I begin to choke. I
cough up some of his jizz. It splatters back onto his dick and furry stomach. <o:p></o:p></div>
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I pull back and swallow. It’s thick. It’s salty. It’s
delicious. He’s still shooting and a glob shoots on my face, just below my eye.
I drop back on it. He releases more spunk into my mouth. I drink it down.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I lick up the jizz I coughed up on him earlier. He makes me
suck up the last drops still dripping out of his dark dong. Using his finger, he pushes the glob on my
face into my mouth.</div>
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Minutes later we’re walking back into the locker room. Guys
are changing. Showering. No one seems to notice. Those that do just nod and
move on. Been there. Done that.<o:p></o:p></div>
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We continue to the office.
Up the eight steps. The coaches offices look down on the locker room.
Easy to watch over the guys in the showers.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Mr. Randall tells coach he thinks it’s going to be a great
season. Hands Him an envelope. It’s got a check in it. First payment. Keep him
happy and future checks will come. He pats me on the shoulder. Tells coach I’ve
got a future ahead of me. As Mr. Randall leaves, he shakes my hand and winks. He slips me fifty bucks. <o:p></o:p></div>
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I’m officially a whore. <o:p></o:p></div>
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I don’t care. Fifty bucks is a shitload of money for me back
then. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Sunday morning. Mass is over. I’m changing out of my altar boy vestments.
Father Anthony tells me he’s heard great things about me. Mr. Randall called
him to tell him that he should be very proud. I start to kneel. He stops me. “He’d
like to give you a ride home…”<o:p></o:p></div>
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Mr. Randall drives a 1978 Ford Mustang Cobra II. We drive
for a while. It’s sweet. He asks me if I
want to drive it. I don’t have my license. I say “sure.” We drive into the hills. Other than the
occasional “Slow down” he says little. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Along a secluded road, he tells me to pull over. He tells me
he enjoyed the other day. Asks me if we can meet now and again. I shrug. I don’t
want to seem too eager. Don’t want to seem like a fag. He leans in close. “Shuck your pants.” <o:p></o:p></div>
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He drives back. Both of us a big load lighter. I came faster
than I wanted to. I worry he thinks I’m a fag. As he drops me off at my house,
he shakes my hand and winks. He slips me fifty bucks. Awesome.</div>
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Two Saturdays later. Lost our game. I played for
a total of three plays. I barely have a grass stain on my uniform. As I pack my gear up and head out, Coach
calls me. He’s got an envelope in his hand. Mr. Randall would like to give me a ride home.
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He drives me to his house. Not sure where his wife and kids are. I don’t
ask. We’re in his bedroom. I’ve been here twice before. The first time, when
his son was still alive. Before he was sick. Mr. Randall was in the shower and
Jerry wanted money to go to the movies. It was the first time I’d seen his dark
dick. He didn’t shy from showing it off. He threw the towel over his shoulder.<o:p></o:p></div>
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The second time was the previous week when he brought me
over to blow him. He sat back on the bed and let me work on his rod for an
hour. When he’d get close, he’d push me off and have me suck on his balls. <o:p></o:p></div>
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On this Indian Summer afternoon, he has something new in
store for me. We roll around for a
while. Chewing on each other. Blowing each other. Sucking on various parts. We
never kiss. Because that would be gay. He rolls me onto my stomach and smacks
my ass. I push it up for him to play with. He fingers it. Spits. Licks it. I
push back.</div>
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“I know what you need…”<o:p></o:p></div>
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I’m on my back and he’s trying to enter me. His thick cock
tries forcing its way in. I cry out in pain. He tells me to “man up” and take
it. I’ve been fucked before. But this is the thickest I’ve taken. His log seems
to get thicker and hurt more with each push. I want to tell him to use more
lube. I lack the confidence to tell an adult how I should be fucked.</div>
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I finally start to relax and let him pummel my ass. He stops
to change positions. Each time, it feels a little better. After being fucked bent
over the bed, he throws me back on the bed. “Time to take this home.” He climbs
onto to me. My legs instinctively open up for him. He moves over me. <o:p></o:p></div>
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He’s in me. It feels great. “I’m going to cum deep in you, son.”
He keeps up his assault on my ass until I beg him to fuck me harder. I hold on
to him. Staring into his eyes. “Please… papa…”
I’d never used that term before, but it does the trick. He empties that
thick, dark penis into my ass. I lay
there, feeling his thick cock continually twitch and pump in my hole.</div>
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After, in the shower, he jerks me off from behind. I’m so
turned on, I beg him to fuck me one more time. Using conditioner for lube, he obliges
me. He doesn’t last very long. Again, I called him “Papa” and he nuts.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Totally spent, he drives me home. Drops me off a block from the house. Doesn’t
want anyone to know what’s going on. As get
out, he shakes my hand and winks. I thank him. Again he slipped me fifty bucks.
He won’t be the last Booster to pay me
for sex. <o:p></o:p></div>
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The kid is sitting on my bed. Waiting. Cute. Young. Willing.<o:p></o:p></div>
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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.<o:p></o:p></div>
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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. <o:p></o:p></div>
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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. <o:p></o:p></div>
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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. <o:p></o:p></div>
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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.)
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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. <o:p></o:p></div>
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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.<o:p></o:p></div>
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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. <o:p></o:p></div>
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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. <o:p></o:p><br />
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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. <o:p></o:p></div>
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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.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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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.<br />
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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.”</span></div>
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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.<o:p></o:p></div>
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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. <o:p></o:p></div>
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More soap. I reach around. I pull him into me as I scrub his
chest and stomach. <o:p></o:p></div>
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“Arms up.” <o:p></o:p></div>
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I get those stanky pits. I didn’t reload the soap for those.
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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. <o:p></o:p></div>
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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.<o:p></o:p></div>
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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. <o:p></o:p></div>
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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.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Seriously…?”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“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.<o:p></o:p></div>
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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. <o:p></o:p></div>
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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. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Actually, I prevent him from swallowing: his teeth are
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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. <o:p></o:p></div>
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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.<o:p></o:p></div>
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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.<o:p></o:p></div>
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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.<o:p></o:p></div>
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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. <o:p></o:p></div>
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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.<o:p></o:p></div>
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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.<o:p></o:p></div>
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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. <o:p></o:p></div>
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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.<o:p></o:p></div>
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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. <o:p></o:p></div>
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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. <o:p></o:p><br />
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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.</span></div>
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I pull my mouth away. Scruffy’s eyes roll back. He whispers,
“Please… please, fuck me…” <o:p></o:p><br />
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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.</div>
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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.<o:p></o:p></div>
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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. <o:p></o:p><br />
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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.<o:p></o:p></div>
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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. <o:p></o:p></div>
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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.<o:p></o:p></div>
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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.<o:p></o:p><br />
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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. <o:p></o:p></div>
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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.<o:p></o:p></div>
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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). <o:p></o:p></div>
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Scruffy is immediately on top of me. Kissing. Cooing. He
wants another round.<br />
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Who am I to say no? <o:p></o:p></div>
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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.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Finished, he asks if he can use my shower again. I tell him no. <o:p></o:p></div>
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“I sorta stink again.” <o:p></o:p></div>
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I smack Scruffy’s ass, “Yeah, but it’s my stink you go on
you.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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As he dresses, I see him lean down a little and sniff,
trying to see if he can smell me on him. <o:p></o:p></div>
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In the meantime, check out Benny Feilhaber... try not to drool on your keyboard.</div>(awk)Wordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05054615778039733739noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8018487416894737308.post-49274285544925113572012-07-07T11:56:00.000-07:002012-07-07T11:56:20.161-07:00Frat LifeI 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:<br />
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Guys being idiots. Great times.<br />
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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.(awk)Wordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05054615778039733739noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8018487416894737308.post-20663039206625465462011-07-10T04:58:00.000-07:002014-12-07T13:40:57.712-08:00Summer SleepoversHot 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.<br />
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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.<br />
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I know why. I’ve slept over a dozen or so times. Since I was 11 or 12.<br />
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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.<br />
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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.<br />
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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…<br />
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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.<br />
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We never speak of it in the daylight.<br />
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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.<br />
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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.<br />
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It progresses.<br />
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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.<br />
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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.<br />
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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.<br />
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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.”<br />
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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.<br />
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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.<br />
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“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.<br />
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I wipe up using his t-shirt. The room smells of sweat, shit and cum. And a bit of Crisco.<br />
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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.<br />
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<i>MUCH</i> different.<br />
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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.<br />
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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.<br />
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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.<br />
“You’ve never had a problem in the past…”<br />
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“I just pretend, hoping I will fall asleep.”<br />
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I step forward. The moonbeam hits me at waist level. My hard-on in my shorts is illuminated. No more pretending.<br />
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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.<br />
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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.<br />
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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.<br />
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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…<br />
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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…<br />
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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.<br />
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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.<br />
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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.<br />
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I’m getting ready to cum. I whisper that I’m close. He sucks harder. It feels <i>so</i> 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.<br />
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The lights are on.<br />
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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.<br />
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Jeff turns out the lights. Walks back to his room.<br />
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We remain frozen. I’m waiting for Mr. Henry to do something. Say something.<br />
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Nothing.<br />
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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.<br />
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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.<br />
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Jeff lays there, his back to me. I try to talk to him but he tells me just to go to sleep.<br />
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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.<br />
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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…<br />
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…minutes later, so am I.<br />
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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.<br />
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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.<br />
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(awk)Wordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05054615778039733739noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8018487416894737308.post-38155743738184101052011-01-10T08:37:00.000-08:002011-01-10T08:54:33.758-08:00Dance, Bitches!<div>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).</div><div><br /></div><div>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."*</div><div><br /></div><div><object style="height: 344px; width: 425px" width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wH54zvWKuBU?version=3"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wH54zvWKuBU?version=3" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="425" height="344"></embed></object></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>*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. </div><div><br /></div>(awk)Wordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05054615778039733739noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8018487416894737308.post-8286207515697767032010-07-19T14:30:00.000-07:002010-07-19T14:31:08.359-07:00The Wedding Invitation<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRWKkm7KdJx5lLmVYHf2Uo74yB89MvfcV2jfK3gw7i5oTZ33n7KfJGD8RTZFQ7N7vV_vy7dK5cIBJ22OR_Pcz6j6e1ev5ZGbws3ID86eGHpWkYbZdug17lmglv0NegdwP2Rug6iKLqsSRs/s1600/undercover-lovers02_628.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 221px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495732369497562018" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRWKkm7KdJx5lLmVYHf2Uo74yB89MvfcV2jfK3gw7i5oTZ33n7KfJGD8RTZFQ7N7vV_vy7dK5cIBJ22OR_Pcz6j6e1ev5ZGbws3ID86eGHpWkYbZdug17lmglv0NegdwP2Rug6iKLqsSRs/s320/undercover-lovers02_628.jpg" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHv0lfG47rkK71Sm4fbtdRhVWDbDd5pcFrahKhoWAj2Me0K5M53RGlPpjIKA2OrwQ1VjGOb_7TKiuSPKjEgjmiJJzxcbSHlFrUczs143zhad38X28fws151Qh-_iWPMO6fSg_3UI_RrvlC/s1600/undercover-lovers01_628.jpg"></a>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.’<br /><br />“Read it.”<br /><br />“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”.<br /><br />“Is she for real?” Unfortunately, yes. I immediately text Claire:<br /><br />Me: Got the invite. Got your msg. Thanks.<br />Claire: Holding you to it.<br />Me: K. How cute is the priest?<br />Claire: Srsly?<br />Me: ;-)<br />Claire: Just of Peace. 60’s.<br />Me: Oh. Then no promise on your bro.<br />Claire: Ass! He just got out of a bad one.<br /><br /><strong>[15 minutes later]</strong><br />Claire: PLZ DON’T MESS THIS WEDDING UP TOO.<br />Me: Too?<br />Claire: You know what I mean.<br />Me: please…<br />Claire: Srsly. I want this to work. Dont jinx it!<br />Me: I believe YOU were the one who sucked MY dick [her first wedding]<br />Claire: I was drunk<br />Me: Not that drunk.<br />Claire: You had your dick out<br />Me: I was taking a piss!<br />Claire: And you made a compelling point.<br />Me: All I said was ‘you’re never going to suck any other dick beside Ed’s for the next 50 years.’<br />Claire: Exactly.<br />Me: Can I come to the bachelorette party?<br />Claire: NO! You fucked my maid of honor!<br />Me: And you.<br />Claire: Fuck you.<br />Me: That’s what she said.<br />Claire: Ass.<br />Me: Been there, too.<br />Me: Can I come to the bachelor party?<br />Claire: Jerk.<br />Claire: Even worse idea.<br /><br /><strong>[30 minutes later]</strong><br />Claire: Srsly. I don’t want any drama at this wedding.<br />Me: Okay. Out of curiosity, who’s in the wedding party?<br />Claire: No.<br />Me: Just seeing if I’ve had sex with them before.<br />Claire: You have. Trust.<br />Me: If I’ve had them before, I won’t want them again.<br />Claire: Sha!<br />Me: True…<br /><br /><strong>[Hour later]</strong><br />Me: So I can fuck [groom] before the wedding date, right?<br />Claire: You ruined enough of my marriages<br />Me: Only two.<br />Claire: Only been married twice<br />Me: Srsly?<br />Claire: Didn’t count. Family secret!<br />Me: Tramp ;-)<br />Claire: HUSH!<br />Me: [BF] will keep me in line. K?<br />Claire: Thanks! <br /><br /><strong>[Five minutes later]</strong><br />Me: So, you’re sure [groom]’s the one, right? Sex is THE BEST EVER?<br />Claire: Fucker!<br />Me: I got your back…<br />Claire: Thers than just sex.<br />Me: But if the sex sucks…<br />Claire: Got a meeting<br />Me: K. Love you. I’ll be good.<br />Claire: liar!<br /><br /><strong>[45 minutes later and more than enough time to think about what I’ve said.]</strong><br />Claire: Hey, want to get drinks tonight?<br /><br />I know where this is going and it doesn’t look good for marriage number four.<br /><br /><div></div></div>(awk)Wordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05054615778039733739noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8018487416894737308.post-13406934497900378122010-06-19T05:06:00.000-07:002014-06-29T14:03:13.446-07:00Memories of Summer<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5-pgIzcfjxkwqDtYraA6sNzNb7J2kKsfqWhMmFIDsHAzb5zS-5MYDPzDRy14B7xFa4mQcq3f6wTE9wxbZF_fP5eK2KVQW775JZoTmGBbAw66wNwm4G0DEBrmt99YpKkDIgLgvi6IFlX1Y/s1600/CRISTIANO-RONALDO-EMPORIO-ARMANI1.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5-pgIzcfjxkwqDtYraA6sNzNb7J2kKsfqWhMmFIDsHAzb5zS-5MYDPzDRy14B7xFa4mQcq3f6wTE9wxbZF_fP5eK2KVQW775JZoTmGBbAw66wNwm4G0DEBrmt99YpKkDIgLgvi6IFlX1Y/s320/CRISTIANO-RONALDO-EMPORIO-ARMANI1.jpg" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484254356387697858" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 262px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /></a><br />
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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.<br />
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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.<br />
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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.<br />
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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.<br />
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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?<br />
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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.<br />
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I smirk as my brother grunts into my sister. I made Sarah cum. I guess Erik never got a how-to lesson.<br />
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<i><strong>Lessons for Junior High</strong></i><br />
Late Saturday night in early fall. Parents are still out. Everyone is in bed. Almost everyone.<br />
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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.<br />
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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.<br />
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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.<br />
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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.<br />
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I start to grab her boob. James stops me. “Don’t grab. <i>Work around.</i>” His theory: if you grab it, she’ll push you away. If you play <i>around it</i>, she yank your hand to it. I can’t touch her boob, but I can finger her cunt? Okay…<br />
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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.<br />
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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 <i>everyone.</i> 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.<br />
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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...<br />
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I can <i>feel</i> the heat. I let my hand brush against Marci’s panties. She jumps. I pull away. I apologize. She tells me it’s okay.<br />
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Marci stands up. She smiles. Reaches under her skirt…<br />
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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.<br />
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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.<br />
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Only after, do I realize she makes no attempt for my dick. However, I’m <i>very</i> aware that it is straining against my pants. I’d probably nut if she reached for it.<br />
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I lean her back on the bed. I attack with gusto. She squeals. She giggles. She moans. And then she <i>MOANS</i>. 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… <i>this</i>. 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.<br />
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This. Is. Awesome.<br />
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I think she may orgasm… how do girls orgasm? I know what guys do, but what <i>happens</i> when a girl cums? I don’t stop. I want to find out what happens.<br />
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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.<br />
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We stare at each other: Shock. Guilt. Smiles.<br />
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I stand. She points at my hardon. I try and cover it. She laughs. Fucking bitch.<br />
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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?<br />
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She quickly dresses. Hand covering the boner, I slowly open the door. Everyone from the party is crammed into the hall. <i>EVERY ONE</i> of my friends in the world is in that hallway. “Is Marci okay?” I just stare. My mouth glistens with her juices.<br />
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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.<br />
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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.<br />
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<strong><i>In the heat of it</i></strong>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.<br />
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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.<br />
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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…”<br />
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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.<br />
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But it’s a mouth…<br />
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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.<br />
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As I slide in. I think, “This feels <i>so</i> good and <i>SO</i> right.<br />
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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.<br />
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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.<br />
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We sit in silence for a while. Breathing. Sweating. My cock pulses as it rests on my thigh. Still hard; but not rigid.<br />
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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.<br />
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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.<br />
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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.<br />
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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.<br />
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Erik asks if I want to suck her off his dick. Of course.<br />
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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.”<br />
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A day of firsts: my first 69.<br />
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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.<br />
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I choke a little on his dick. He cums almost immediately.<br />
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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…<br />
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In 3, 2, 1…<br />
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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.<br />
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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:<br />
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<em>“Do you know what time it is?”<br /><br />“Where are your pants?”<br /><br />“Get off your brother!”<br /><br />“What the hell is wrong with you?”<br /><br />“Honestly, you boys need to stop this constant fighting!”<br /><br />“Where are your pants?”<br /><br />“You are both old enough to know better!”<br /><br />“I said, ‘get off your brother!’”<br /><br />“Honestly…!”<br /><br />“Get to bed.”<br /><br />“If I hear another peep out of you two, I swear to goodness…!”</em><br />
The door slams. Their voices drifting as they walk down the hall.<br />
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<em>“Where the hell are their pants?”</em><br />
<em>“Damn kids. We’ll see how much fighting they’ll have energy for after a day putting in fences on the ranch…”</em><br />
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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.<br />
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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.<br />
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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.<br />
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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.<br />
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Today, I did.<br />
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“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.<br />
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I hear the soft sounds as he works the thick jelly onto his dick. He massages it. It’ll be warm. Smooth.<br />
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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.<br />
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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.<br />
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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?<br />
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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.<br />
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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.<br />
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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.<br />
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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.<br />
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The floor feels cooler than my bed. I lay there. He makes no attempt to get me off. After a bit, he collapses onto his bed. I jack off to the sound of his soft snore.<br />
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I fall asleep on the floor. The rug feels cool. It’s going to be even hotter tomorrow. </div>
(awk)Wordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05054615778039733739noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8018487416894737308.post-47969697328359254922010-06-11T05:32:00.000-07:002010-06-11T12:49:18.913-07:00Today's Lesson<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhE50ZkudqeFWWPksQTTJXOmK7O5j8Xe3BGR83dUnZNcQ_7FagPGQMwTUvAQGGjlia-Mi5LMU-XaLxoZIFoLTFG0UqtQPOiIzJEGI9nDD05kV5FlGCocOk1YNycqfQXH0Fu8ysl9JAxNXoc/s1600/double+take.png"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 311px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481605291320293314" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhE50ZkudqeFWWPksQTTJXOmK7O5j8Xe3BGR83dUnZNcQ_7FagPGQMwTUvAQGGjlia-Mi5LMU-XaLxoZIFoLTFG0UqtQPOiIzJEGI9nDD05kV5FlGCocOk1YNycqfQXH0Fu8ysl9JAxNXoc/s320/double+take.png" /></a><br /><div>Meeting on campus with a buddy who’s a prof. I love college campuses. Guys are hot. Most don’t know it. Spring is awesome because it’s shorts, t-shirts and flip-flops. Naked in seconds. I’ve met with my buddy eight times recently. I’m averaging a fuck every other time.<br /><br />I didn’t get any last time.<br /><br />Just finished the meeting. Tall guy walks by. Does a double-take. I smile. He blushes. Stands there looking goofy. He’s handsome. He starts to speak. Stops. Turns. Bumps into a copier. I grin. He walks over to the mailboxes.<br /><br />I need to piss. When I come out he’s gone. Damn. Missed opportunity. I walk outside. He’s there. Bike rack. He stands up straight as I approach. Nervously adjusts: Bag. Shirt. Shorts. Bag. Shirt. Bone in shorts.<br /><br />He shifts nervously as I approach. I move with confidence. Doubt he realizes he’s better looking than I.<br /><br />He’s got thick brown hair. Could use a cut. Bit of a wave because it’s too long. I want to run my hands through it. Sunglasses blocking his pale blue eyes. Good smile. Great teeth. T-shirt shows off his 6’3” thin frame. Reveals his worked out chest and arms. As he shifts I can see his fuzzy abs; long, furry legs.<br /><br />“You live close?” I’m not asking about his major. I wanna fuck and go.<br /><br />“Um…” He nods to his right. I’m guessing graduate housing on campus.<br /><br />“Walk or drive?”<br /><br />“Um…” he’s concentrating. He closes his eyes, “I walked over but it’s better if we drive.”<br /><br />We walk to my car in silence. He mentions he likes my truck. Double-Take reaches for my leg as we sit. “I’m not fucking in here.” He pulls his hand away.<br /><br />I worry I’m coming across as a dick. The next thing I say doesn’t help: “Got a partner?”<br /><br />He slumps. Nods. Looks a bit misty.<br /><br />“Understood.” I pat his leg. “Blow and go…” Brief conversation on brief drive. PhD candidate. Quick thinker on subject. Moron otherwise.<br /><br />Grad housing is much nicer than when I was in school. We lived in shit-holes. These are nice. Landscaped. Then again, it’s a rich school.<br /><br />He keeps looking around to see if anyone is noticing. Subtle he is not. I put my hand on his waist as he opens the door. He sighs.<br /><br />Decent place. Not huge. Galley kitchen w/a counter in the living/dining/computer room. Bedroom to the right.<br /><br />He’s turned control over to me. I take full advantage. I push him to the wall. Hands on his waist. I move in for a kiss. He turns away. “No kissing.” I move my head to try again. “Um, my boyfriend and I have rules about…” he’s talking with his hands. Flailing, actually. “…these things.”<br /><br />I grab both wrists and hold them down. “What are the rules?” I keep my face directly in front of him. I will get him to kiss me. Not me kissing him. He will kiss me. <br /><br />Double-Take tells me the standard “we’re monogamous, but we’re not” bullshit rules. I grunt my replies. I don’t give a fuck about their rules.<br /><br />I let go of his hand. My finger on his chin. Push it to the left. I begin to nibble on his neck. Light pecks. Small kisses. Slow lick from his collar bone to his ear. I feel his cock pressing against my leg. It’s not that big. He will not be fucking me.<br /><br />One hand grabbing his round ass. The other moving through that curly hair. My lips and mouth torturing his neck, ears, cheeks and chin. I get close to his lips. Never on them.<br /><br />Shirt off. He’s fuzzy. My hands explore. I stare into his eyes. He keeps looking away. I tell him to stop. “This is happening. Don’t pretend it’s not.” He sighs. I think his dick actually gets harder.<br /><br />I pull up his arm and attack his pit. Ripe. Not dirty. Just forgot/doesn’t use deodorant. I lick that pit clean. He groans the whole time. He loves this. I move to his left one and repeat. I worry. He’s made noises that make me think he’s nutted. I pull back. Look into his eyes. I move slightly forward. He closes his eyes. Waiting for me to move in. I stop.<br /><br />I wait.<br /><br />Eyes open. He can smell his pits on my breath. Lips almost touching. I pull back. He pushes forward. Lips lock. Tongues move together in a tight dance. Amazing kisser. We get lost in some intense kissing. I pull off. I want to fuck this dude. Double-Take looks at his watch. His boyfriend gets off work soon.<br /><br />Push him down. He squats. Not making this comfortable for him. I think he likes that. He rubs my crotch. Bullshit. Suck it. Suck my fucking dick you whore.<br /><br />Pull it out. Hard. Slap his face with it. I tease his mouth. Don’t let it get in. He grabs it. Hungrily sucks it down. Nice sloppy blow job. He’s good. I run both hands through those brown curls. His hair is so soft. It’s good to hold onto as I fuck his face.<br /><br />He wants my ass. I turn and let him chow down. He’s alright at salad tossing. I’ve had better.<br /><br />I turn around. Grab his hand and move him into the bedroom. Clothes off. I push him on the bed. He looks hot. Good shape. Furry all over. The dick is smaller than I thought. Nice balls, tho.<br /><br />I push his legs back and start sucking on his ass. I get my tongue in deep. Clean. Musky. Furry.<br />Like his pits. I love eating this hairy hole. I get my tongue in there deeper. He groans and moans like crazy.<br /><br />I give his little dick a bit of attention. Every time I go near his dick his balls pull back tight. I’m not gonna have this guy nut and then leave me with blue balls when he feels guilty. I go back to his ass. He loves it when my stubble grazes his hole.<br /><br />I roll him back over to doggie-style. He stops me. He doesn’t bottom. WTF? He turns, “Rules.” Can’t with a stranger. I just stare at him for a second.<br /><br />“Am I fucking you with or without a condom?” His eyes go wide. (Either way, a condom is going on. I’m limiting his other options.)<br /><br />“Look, he’ll be here soon…” I glare.<br /><br />“Where do you keep your lube?” His eyes dart to the night stand. I yank it open. Squeeze some on my aching dick. Slicking it up. I look back at him. I motion towards his ass with the lube. He nods.<br /><br />“Condom.” He mutters as he lays on his back, defeated. I squeeze some on his taint. It rolls down. Middle finger rubs it around. Slides in. Hot. Tight. Sweet.<br /><br />Other hand explores his furry chest and abs. I avoid his dick. He looks like he could blow any second.<br /><br />Condom on. I pull him towards the edge of the bed. Push his legs back. Start rubbing my unit against his crack. Pressing against his hole. He mutters something. “Repeat.”<br /><br />“I just said, ‘Oh, God.’”<br /><br />“You’ll be shouting that more in a few minutes…” I grin like the asshole I am.<br /><br />His ass is tight. I really have to work it in there. Keep him relaxed. Breathing. I pump a little. Pull back. Pull out. Repeat. He won’t relax. He keeps watching the clock. I tell him the quicker he relaxes, the sooner we’ll both nut. It doesn’t help.<br /><br />I pull out. I have him sit on my dick. It’s a slow process with him. I don’t relent. Once down, I pull him close. We make out for a while. No movement. He’s impaled on my rod. I explore him with my hands; my lips. He’s relaxing. He rides me for a bit.<br /><br />He stands. Squats down and rides me. Bitch is loving it. He bounces up and down on my shaft. I run my hands all over his taught body. His groaning is louder. His cock is almost purple.<br /><br />I get him on his back. I fuck him missionary. I tell him to call out my name. I want to hear it. He begs me to fuck him. “Fuck me, Robert! Fuck me!” We do the standard porn lines from “You like that, don’t you, bitch?” to “Fuck my tight pussy.” (The last being one of the <i>most</i> annoying porn lines ever.)<br /><br />I get him on his hands and knees. I take him from behind. Hard. Even if he never moaned or uttered a word, the neighbors would still be able to hear our bodies slapping together. My balls are flying forward. Slapping his dick with each thrust. He groans as I slam into him. Followed by a whimper as my balls slap up against his rod.<br /><br />The curtains press out. Double-Take’s head is buried in his hands. He doesn’t notice. Someone has come into the house. The boyfriend is home. I slow the fucking down. I start asking him questions again: “You like it?” “Ever had a dick this big?” “You love me?” (His replies for the record: shouts of FUCK, YES! NO! and Yes!). <br /><br />Move to the edge of the bed again. Legs back. I stand as I fuck him. “In you or on you?” He doesn’t have to ask what. He cries out, “On me. Cum on me!”<br /><br />I pull his legs straight up against me. Still slamming into him. A few more thrusts to get close. I pull out. Condom yanked and thrown. It smacks against the wall. It stays.<br /><br />I jack my rod for a few seconds. Big globs of jizz. They splatter across his chest; stomach. The final glob lands on his dick. I jack him off using my spunk. He quickly cums hard. Huge load. Very wet. Almost like piss. He’s covered in splooge. I stand back and look at my masterpiece. Fucking whore.<br /><br />I glance at the door. It’s closed. We didn’t shut it. <br /><br />“Anyone here?!” No answer. Double-Take looks relieved. He sits up. I give him a kiss. “Better go shower before your boyfriend finds out you’ve been bad.” He giggles. Whatever.<br /><br />He watches me dress. I’m quick. Move with purpose. He asks if I do this a lot. I don’t answer.<br /><br />I think he expects a hug. He’s covered in jizz. I’m not ruining a $2,600 suit for a silly PhD candidate. Quick kiss. A smack on his ass as he turns away. He turns back. Boyfriend is probably at the gym. “We could fuck in the shower…”<br /><br />“I have to leave.” He shrugs and goes into the bathroom. He sings as I walk out into the living room. Boyfriend is at the counter. Facing away. Staring into the kitchen. I have no intention of saying anything. Just walk out.<br /><br />I glance at him as I reach for the handle. His dick is out. It’s HUGE. I’m sure he was jacking to our fucking. He’s a cuckold; a bottom to a pussy boy. <br /><br />I turn back. Surprise gasp from him. I walk up behind. He’s red with embarrassment. Short. Thick. Bald. Pale skin. I’m tempted to reach around. I doubt he’d let me. This is something internal.<br /><br />I place my hand gently on his back. I whisper in his ear. “I warmed him up. He’s in the shower. You need to take him. He broke the rules. Be a fucking man and make that bitch pay.”<br /><br />Walking out. Beautiful Spring day. Passing Double-Take’s with the windows still open. I can hear his boyfriend claiming his bitch. Class dismissed.</div>(awk)Wordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05054615778039733739noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8018487416894737308.post-37632488924179920672010-04-01T11:02:00.000-07:002010-04-01T11:05:31.421-07:00First Time<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7k5BAthfUGD2ZMr5fCPuaBbWtjCMbHAHFUz8yd3lr7gsYbp7de5P6wFdDG6mHA3zxPuB_w56pQTk6UMO6VRHYDnUBmahIUmMN3_GGbXmnL0HKotMgGiGPstBPj2t9bjMO0IQvWe9mTHa9/s1600/hand.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455231637724605362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 309px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7k5BAthfUGD2ZMr5fCPuaBbWtjCMbHAHFUz8yd3lr7gsYbp7de5P6wFdDG6mHA3zxPuB_w56pQTk6UMO6VRHYDnUBmahIUmMN3_GGbXmnL0HKotMgGiGPstBPj2t9bjMO0IQvWe9mTHa9/s320/hand.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><br />Someone asked about my first orgasm…</div><div><br />Played with my brother’s junk (and mine) for a while. Bro had great orgasms. Jizz for days. HUGE loads. All over his stomach. Loved watching it. Smelling it. Helping him cum. </div><div><br />I’d play with myself every now and again. Loved the feeling. Never came—I barely had pubes. It felt so good I didn’t stop.</div><div><br />Late one Saturday night. Sucked off my bro. (We’d stepped it up.) He’s asleep. I’m just laying there. Casual stroking. Same as always. I started to get this tingling feeling in my balls. <i>THIS</i> is different. My dick feels <i>really</i> fantastic!</div><br /><div>The more I stroke the more intense it feels. Everything is intensifying on my dick. Like it’s the center of the universe. Feeling gets more intense. I stroke harder. I lose control except for my hand on my dick. My eyes tear up. Not sure if I’m breathing. Try not to make any noise. But I groan. An intense and amazing jolt blows through my groin. I passed out for a moment.</div><br /><div>I opened my eyes. Single, big drop of jizz on the head of my dick! Nothing like the mass of cum my brother produced. I stare at it. Amazing.</div><br /><div>Brother heard me. He’s sitting up looking at me. Gets up. Grabs my still hard rod with his fist. He rubs off my load with his thumb and brings it to my mouth. Salty, like his. He says “Congrats” as he crawls back into his bed.</div><div><br />Lights off. Brother’s heavy breathing. I can’t sleep. I want that feeling again. Jerk it in the dark. Get another drop. Not nearly as intense.</div><br /><div>Been chasing that dragon of the first orgasm ever since.</div>(awk)Wordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05054615778039733739noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8018487416894737308.post-77817308568688010142010-03-25T18:31:00.000-07:002010-03-25T18:35:57.459-07:00The Formspring Experiment<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnRF7_umQ0WjXG_yD6DQWQVb4HEk6ezrVnNnqljh24wZ-g6B2SWN9GRgz9JVqatc5PDcw6ewBCyyKb59nJadqOmwFGQATe6omL9LkwSxE1UTckt70WRWKZxf4TRiRKxr_geuEqLtJsTJ13/s1600/micn_40.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452750235984198210" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnRF7_umQ0WjXG_yD6DQWQVb4HEk6ezrVnNnqljh24wZ-g6B2SWN9GRgz9JVqatc5PDcw6ewBCyyKb59nJadqOmwFGQATe6omL9LkwSxE1UTckt70WRWKZxf4TRiRKxr_geuEqLtJsTJ13/s320/micn_40.jpg" /></a><br /><div>I've decided to stop posting Formspring questions here. It's just too much crap for the blog. I think it takes away from what I want this to be about.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Granted, I haven't posted in a while--but the questions on Formspring don't always work with Awkwurd. You can follow my posts on Twitter at <a href="http://twitter.com/LegendaryRL">http://twitter.com/LegendaryRL</a></div>(awk)Wordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05054615778039733739noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8018487416894737308.post-83364009599921652442010-03-16T20:22:00.001-07:002010-03-16T20:22:42.236-07:00What's the origin of your name?<p class="formspringmeAnswer">Robert is my grandfather's name (my first name is actually another R name...) Legend is my middle name (seriously). Last name is Top Secret... (Got a job to keep).</p><p class="formspringmeFooter"> <a href="http://formspring.me/Legendaryrl">Ask me anything</a></p>(awk)Wordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05054615778039733739noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8018487416894737308.post-19911087899628074362010-03-16T16:33:00.001-07:002010-03-16T16:33:49.309-07:00Do you like consensual incest?<p class="formspringmeAnswer">I would be a hypocrite if I said no.</p><p class="formspringmeFooter"> <a href="http://formspring.me/Legendaryrl">Ask me anything</a></p>(awk)Wordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05054615778039733739noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8018487416894737308.post-57418460186523175052010-03-16T15:10:00.001-07:002010-03-16T15:10:38.156-07:00Do you hook up with older or younger guys most? Which are the best shags?<p class="formspringmeAnswer">When I was younger, I hooked up mostly with older guys (bit of a story there), now I tend to go for my age or younger (with notable exceptions). Older guys have more panache--they're into it to have a good time. Younger guys tend to be in it to get off--I like teaching them how to be a good lay. Sort of a draw.</p><p class="formspringmeFooter"> <a href="http://formspring.me/Legendaryrl">Ask me anything</a></p>(awk)Wordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05054615778039733739noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8018487416894737308.post-9495243919334452112010-03-16T15:07:00.001-07:002010-03-16T15:07:19.340-07:00How often to you have sex? And oral? Two separate things! :)<p class="formspringmeAnswer">Whenever the opportunity presents itself. I've been very sexual since I was young, so it's very much a part of who I am and what I do. (short answer: avg. 4+ times a week)</p><p class="formspringmeFooter"> <a href="http://formspring.me/Legendaryrl">Ask me anything</a></p>(awk)Wordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05054615778039733739noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8018487416894737308.post-39035300576057881312010-03-16T15:03:00.001-07:002010-03-16T15:03:26.527-07:00Do you have sex with your assistant?<p class="formspringmeAnswer">Yes. Kind of a once-a-year thing. But we flirt a lot. In 2008, he came for Christmas (my mom loves him! Of course, he talks to her more than I do).</p><p class="formspringmeFooter"> <a href="http://formspring.me/Legendaryrl">Ask me anything</a></p>(awk)Wordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05054615778039733739noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8018487416894737308.post-41653777931338390322010-03-16T14:32:00.001-07:002010-03-16T14:32:24.915-07:00Have you ever sucked a dog's dick? Have you ever let a dog lick your dick?<p class="formspringmeAnswer">No on the first question. I was in a frat, so I'll plead the 5th on the second...</p><p class="formspringmeFooter"> <a href="http://formspring.me/Legendaryrl">Ask me anything</a></p>(awk)Wordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05054615778039733739noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8018487416894737308.post-86342251254562862082010-03-16T09:06:00.001-07:002010-03-16T09:06:56.214-07:00Are you going to write us a love story? If there's anything I love better than graphic queer sex is graphic queer love.<p class="formspringmeAnswer">In terms of writing, I've been thinking about The Boyfriend lately. In particular, how we met. So, yes!</p><p class="formspringmeFooter"> <a href="http://formspring.me/Legendaryrl">Ask me anything</a></p>(awk)Wordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05054615778039733739noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8018487416894737308.post-16342876792686194582010-03-15T15:50:00.001-07:002010-03-15T15:50:20.917-07:00How would you like to fuck a 20 year old white ass from England!!<p class="formspringmeAnswer">I would would fuck just about any 20 year-old ass (color or country doesn't matter). As long as you can work it.</p><p class="formspringmeFooter"> <a href="http://formspring.me/Legendaryrl">Ask me anything</a></p>(awk)Wordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05054615778039733739noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8018487416894737308.post-30342919070779804132010-03-15T15:23:00.000-07:002010-03-15T15:29:29.597-07:00Got Questions?<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfnak0y3czOo5lYxrMa14cqEFfl1crEpjDTUZKlYkC666cS8nHl48KbdO_oxklyJTW-R5GsIL2TD-6NpD8oQH912ketW91lttsgs3UwhibOuSLIUY0TmK2cQLweUq9XMWrYUXTOpUm8RSF/s1600-h/formspring.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448991352049433346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 237px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 101px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfnak0y3czOo5lYxrMa14cqEFfl1crEpjDTUZKlYkC666cS8nHl48KbdO_oxklyJTW-R5GsIL2TD-6NpD8oQH912ketW91lttsgs3UwhibOuSLIUY0TmK2cQLweUq9XMWrYUXTOpUm8RSF/s320/formspring.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>See if I've got answers! Ask me anything on <a href="http://formspring.me/Legendaryrl">Formspring</a>...</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>...and you know I mean <em>anything</em>!</div>(awk)Wordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05054615778039733739noreply@blogger.com0