Luxury Love

I met Michael during my first day at boarding school in Year 9. He, along with the other students, had known each other for a few years. I, on the other hand, was starting fresh- I'd never met any of them before, and as anew scholarship student, and son of working class parents, felt quite out of place at one of the most prestigious and expensive schools in the country. At that early stage, I don't even think I was sure that I was gay, but seeing Michael certainly pushed my mind in the right direction. Even at 15he was the most gorgeous guy I'd seen- about 5'8", slim and toned, but not overly muscular. He had a fantastic tan and physique from playing sports, and carried himself with a certain quiet confidence. Despite his fantastic body, it was his face that really caught my attention. He had (and still has) the cutest face I've ever known. Clear hazel eyes, with distinct dark flecks within them, a well-shaped nose and chin, a strong jaw and the first signs of approaching stubble. And then, he smiled. Just a quick, cheeky grin in response to one of his friend's jokes. Those few seconds, however, are etched in my memory forever- the way his smile lit up his entire face made me promise myself that I would meet this boy.

I'd been standing in the Boarding House common room, listening to the Housemaster, Mr. Horus, give his standard "Welcome to the new year" address to the group of students when I saw him smile for the first time. I was so intoxicated that I barely even heard Mr. Horus say my name, introducing me to the rest of the students. I snapped out of my trance just in time to give a feeble smile to the group of 50-odd boys aged between 14 and 18.After Horus left the room the boys started talking louder, catching up on the stories of the Christmas holidays. Slowly, the boys in my grade approached me and started introducing themselves.-"Hi, I'm Jimmy"-"I'm Lyell, how're you going?"-"Hey man, I'm Michael. Hope you like it here. It's not too bad once you get used to it."I stood there, trying to take in names, and not stare at Michael, when I finally replied, "Hi. I'm Robbie. It's nice to meet you guys. So what do we do now?"-"Well, it's almost 9.30, so we have to get to bed. School rules", one of the others said. I can't remember who it was exactly- I think all the people I'd met (besides from Michael of course) started to blend into each other at that stage. I followed the group of boys up the stairs to the open dorm, sleeping 16boys. I was wondering where we went to get changed for bed, until I noticed the other boys shedding their clothes freely. Apparently years of dorm living meant that inhibitions flew out the window- definitely something I was going to have to work on. From a purely voyeuristic point of view, however, I couldn't complain. 15 other boys all getting naked in front of me, without even worrying about the others watching. The compulsory sport and PE had obviously worked wonders with these boys. Sure, there were a few who were nothing special, but for the most part these boys should have been marked "instant hard-on". Being in the younger dorm, the boys around me were between 14 and 16, mostly tanned after the summer holidays. Body shapes ranged from beefy rugby types to the slimmer athletes; hairy chest sand legs, to smooth hairless bodies; penises of all shapes and sizes- a sea of sexy young guys surrounding me, all gorgeous in their own way, but I could barely keep my eyes off Michael.

Even in the few quick glimpses I could secretly take, I memorize his entire gorgeous form. If I was love-struck before, then I was completely in lust now. His body was deeply tanned all over, except from a small white patch where he wore his shorts. His uncut penis was about 4" long and soft, buried in a sexy patch of dark curls which extended up into a thin abs-trail. His smooth chest only served to accent his dark little nipples, and I caught a glimpse of dark hair as he lifted his arms to remove his shirt. As he turned around to grab his boxers, I saw his butt, and one word ran through my mind- perfection. Lilywhite, hairless skin, stretched smoothly over two flawless round cheeks. Believe me, when I finally got to sleep, it was that butt that inhabited my dreams. I woke up the next morning, and quickly began the routine of showering and dressing in front of a group of other boys. As I expected, my inhibitions about being naked around them took some time to get over, but eventually I did get used to the whole situation (it did take a while to learn how to “control myself" in the shower though.) Over the same period of time the boys, who at one stage had blended all together, took on their own personalities, but even after my immediate lust wore off, Michael still shone out. He was always there when you wanted to have a good time, always there for a laugh or a joke. On the other hand, he was also one of the only guys who I felt comfortable enough around, in those first months, to talk more seriously with. Whether you had a problem with school, teachers, parents, or friends, you could always count on Andy to say the right thing, and keep it in absolute confidence. As the months wore on, I looked at Michael less as an object of lust, and more as a close friend (who just happened to be gorgeous). By the time it came for us to go home for the Christmas holidays, I knew that I had settled in to my new life, and was secure in my network of friends, but I also knew that I would miss them terribly. Over the next few years I grew attached to all of the guys I lived with, in one way or another.

A bond developed between myself and Michael, however which was unlike any other friendship I had had. Just as my view of him changed from lust to friendship earlier, I realized over time that my feelings had turned from friendship to something much deeper. I watched intently, hoping for some sign that he felt the same way about me, but I saw nothing. Even when he was comforting me in times of sadness, it never seemed like anything more than friendly, almost brotherly, affection. After four of the best years of my life, it was time to complete our final exams and leave school. I had convinced myself that I would tell him when we were ready to leave- at least if he completely rejected me I wouldn't have to see him every day anymore. Still, I couldn't tell him. The thought of Michael, who I truly considered one of my best friends, hating me or feeling uncomfortable around me was too much too risk; I just didn't want to jeopardize our friendship. About six months passed after the end of school and it looked as though we had lost contact. The distance between our two cities, coupled with university and work commitments made it incredibly difficult to keep in touch. One night, I was busy with a Law assignment when an ICQ instant message popped up:-Robbie, is that you? It's Michael. I had to hide my sheer delight from the others in my room, and pretend that this was just another friend messaging me. On the inside however, I was almost bursting. I honestly think that’s a pretty reliable way of telling if you’re in love- when there doesn't have to be anything sexual at all; when just seeing someone, hearing their voice, or in this case seeing their typed words on a screen makes you weak at the knees. I was like that with Michael- just being near him made me content and at ease. I really thought I’d lost him over the last 6 months, and now that we'd found a way to keeping contact, I was determined not to lose him again. It turned out that Michael had only just received his new computer from his parents, but once he did we were often trading emails and icq messages, and I felt happy again just having him back in my life. And then came September 15th 2000...As most of you know Sydney held the Olympic games in 2000, and it was quite big deal for most people here in Australia. Michael's parents held an Opening Ceremony party at his house, and he invited me to come.

I can still remember how nervous I felt on the way to his house. Would we still be as comfortable around each other? Would I still be able to hide my feelings for him after a few drinks? It'd been about 10 months since I'd last seen him, would I still have feelings for him at all? In fact this last thought kept running through my head over and over. I knew it would be EASIER if I didn’t feel the way I did about him; maybe after months apart I'll realize that his smile doesn't make me weak at the knees anymore, and I was making more of my feelings than they were worth- absence makes the heart grow fonder, and all that. That thought though was blown out of the water as soon as he opened his front door, saw me, smiled, and pulled me into a big hug. In those few seconds I fell deeper and harder for him than I had even at school. Yes, his smile still drove me wild and just feeling him pressed next to me made me realize that this was how I wanted to spend the rest of my life. I let him go and mingle with the rest of his guests, and I did the same, mostly just chatting to people I knew, catching up on stories of the past 12months.Throughout the course of the night we chatted, drank, watched the amazing Opening Ceremony and generally had a great time. Eventually, everyone else had gone to bed, and it was just Andy and I sitting in his spa talking. I longed to touch him, to feel him next to me, but I enjoyed simply talking with him just as much. Again, I realized that my feelings for him were the real thing. Sitting there in the hot water we managed to laugh, joke, reminisce about old times, and silly things that we had done and then talk about politics, law, and travel- I could really talk to him about anything and everything. At about 5am, the alcohol, tiredness and hot water became a bit too much and we decided to go to bed. Seeing as everyone else had retired hours ago, the only place to stay with disturbing everyone was, you guessed it, Michael’s room.

So, i slept (eventually) on a mattress on his bedroom floor. Before I fell asleep I had to endure the torture of listening to him breathe, knowing he was right next to me and this was precisely where I wanted to be forever, but that I could never be with him. Now why, I hear you ask, didn't I try something- I was sleeping in his room, we'd both been drinking, he'd been friendly all night etc. Even in my drunk state I realized that I was more in love with this gorgeous 18yo than ever, and there was no way I was willing to jeopardize our friendship. Like said before, even without the sexual element, just being friends with him and knowing that he's close is enough to make me happy. The things I love about him are the things he gives freely, without needing to be in relationship- his smile, his laugh, his advice and support- and for the moment, just having them was enough. That didn't mean that I didn't spend the next few months cursing myself, wishing I'd tried something with him, feeling depressed that I wasn't with him. We managed to stay in contact through email and icq over the next few months, running into each other coincidentally in Sydney a few times as well, and then in January 2001 we went through a very difficult time together, involving one of our friends (which I'd prefer not to write about), but all I know is that when we turned to comfort each other at the same time, holding each other, crying onto each other’s shoulders, it felt right. I couldn't bear to see him in pain, and I just wanted to make him feel better any way I could, and having his arms wrapped tightly around me comforted me more than anyone could ever know. When the university year started a month later distance separated us once again, as we went back to our everyday lives still keeping in touch. Then Andy dropped his bombshell- he'd decided to take six months off and travel through America, starting in July. I knew what this meant- NO chance of seeing him, and very few phone calls. It turned out that even emails were few and far between because of his constant travelling, meaning that he is very rarely at a computer, and when he is he always has heaps of people to write to, so long, personal emails are out of the question.

The few emails and postcards I have received have always brought a smile to my face though. We finally organized a time for a phone call about a week ago, adjust hearing his voice, hearing his almost childlike enthusiasm for his travels, kept me on a high for days. The smile on my face must have said it all. One of my friends came up to me the day of the call, and said,-"What's up with you? I haven't seen you this happy in weeks. You've been talking to Michael, haven't you?"I honestly didn't think I was that transparent, but apparently I am. I realize now though, that I can't keep going like this. As much as I love him, and as much as his voice can pick me up out of a rut, it's not enough anymore. For one thing, I'm in the rut BECAUSE of him. I can't stay in relationship with any guy, because I always end up comparing them to Andy, and they lose. So I've decided that no one relationship should mean that I stuff up the rest of my life- I'm not allowing myself to miss out on other, potentially rewarding relationships anymore, on the off-chance that Michael has feelings for me. And so, when he returns from America in six weeks, three days and 14 hours, I'm going to confront him. I'm going to tell him how I feel. If he reciprocates, then I'll feel like an idiot for wasting the last six years, but at least I'll have my man. If he doesn't feel the same way, then I'll feel like an idiot for my major case of unrequited love, but at least I'll have my life...

I woke up just before 6am on Sunday the 11th of December, alone as usual, to the persistent ringing of my phone. "Great," I thought to myself, "I only got home from work 4 hours ago, and now some arsehole is ruining my one chance a week to sleep in. This'd better be good." In fact, I fully intended to repeat that sentiment to whoever was inconsiderate enough to be calling me at this god-forsaken hour. "This'd better be good," I answered grumpily, when I picked up the receiver. "Fine then," a familiar voice responded playfully, "maybe I'll just call you when you're a little more civil." "Andy? Man, its not even 6 in the morning and it's a Sunday. You of all people know I'm not a morning person." I replied, trying to sound angry, even though my annoyance died as soon as I heard his voice. "Is it only 6? Sorry, I thought it'd be later there," he told me, sounding a little remorseful. "Not that it matters- I would have called anyway." So much for remorse, I thought, before replying "So what’s the emergency? Where are you?" "I'm in Singapore Airport, waiting for a flight home. It leaves in an hour, so I'll be home by 4 pm, your time." "What?!" I asked, incredulously. "You said you weren't coming home until the end of next month. Why the sudden change?" "I just got sick of it," he replied bluntly. "No, that's not exactly true. I was still enjoying myself, but I just wanted to see the family and everyone at home. The main reason I was staying the extra month was so I could meet up with Mum and Dad and my brothers while they were overseas, but they've decided to cancel their trip and stay in Australia, so I thought I might just head back. I've had my fun, now its time to come home." "So, you'll be here for Christmas and New Years? That’s a far cry from the slopes of Austria." I teased, "But it'll be good to have you back. I've missed you mate. Besides, you had to listen to all my painfully boring overseas travel stories, now you can take your revenge." "That's kind of why I'm ringing actually." he told me, cryptically. "Like I said, I'm getting home tonight and having a big family dinner, but I was hoping you could come over some time over the next few days. I've got heaps to tell you, and Mum and Dad would love to see you." "I'd love to come, but it won't be for a few days. I'm getting a few weeks off work, so I can go home and visit Dad for Christmas. I have to go through Sydney on the way home on Wednesday- how about I come over then?" "Sounds like a plan," he said happily. "Great, well I'll see you then. Have a good flight, and call me to let me know you got in OK." "Will do. See ya" I hung up the phone, with all thoughts of returning to sleep gone. I was too awake, too excited.

I was going to see Andy, almost 6 weeks before I'd expected to. I couldn't wait to see him, and to hear his stories, but my mind kept venturing back to the vow I made to myself yesterday. Could I really tell him how I felt? It was easy to convince myself that I could when it was 6 weeks before I'd have to do it. Now, I knew that I'd be seeing him in only 3 days- would I still have the guts to tell him? "OK, OK. Calm down." I told myself. "It'll be OK, just relax, calm down, go on as normal." Which is exactly what I did? For the next 3 days I carried on as normal. I worked; I packed the car ready for my trip home, and tried not to dwell on the idea of seeing Andy. I got to the outskirts of Sydney on Wednesday afternoon before I called him. "Hey, it's me," I said. "Listen, I can't stay long. This weather is shocking. I can barely see the road in front of me with all this rain. I've just come in to Sydney, and I should be at your place within 30 mins or so." "OK. No need to rush though, just drive safely. See you soon. Bye" I went back to concentrating on the road, and eventually pulled up in the driveway. I sat in the driver’s seat for about 5 minutes, composing myself, before I got out and made the mad dash through the pouring rain to his front door. I knocked, and couldn't help but smile when he opened it, holding a towel. "I figured you'd need this," he said, grinning at me. "Come on in, get yourself dried up- there are some fresh shirts in my room. I'll grab us a couple of beers. I reckon you'd need one of those too." "That’s for sure," I said as I walked automatically to his bedroom. "I don't think I've seen a storm like this for ages." I put on one of Andy's old T-shirts, and could recognize his unique smell on the material. "That’s why Mum and Dad aren't here," he told me, handing me a Too his Extra Dry. "They were at a friend's place, but neither of them are game to drive until this storm eases up. Apparently, they're spending the night over there, and they made me promise to make you stay here tonight. They said they didn't want you driving- especially not at night, in the rain, after you've been drinking." "Yeah, yeah. Believe me, there's no way I'd get on the wrong side of your Mum." I said jokingly. "Besides, she's got a good point. It wouldn't exactly be the smartest thing I could do." "Great. Now that that's settled, let's get something to eat. I'm starving.

Mum had planned a big dinner, but seeing as they're stuck on the other side of Sydney that won't be happening. What about we just cook up some steaks? We can still use up some of the salads Mum made that way." "Sounds good to me. I'll go get the barbecue fired up, and you get the steaks and salads." I walked outside to the barbecue, thankful for the large covered area his parents had recently built. I lit the barbecue, and waited for Andy to come out with our food. In the meantime, I stood listening to the constant drumming of the rain on the roof above, and wondered how on earth I was going to tell him how I felt without ruining the friendship that meant so much to me. He woke me out of my daze with a clap on my shoulder, and another beer. For the next few hours we went about the business of cooking and eating dinner, chatting, and generally just acting as though we'd seen each other only a week before- it honestly was that comfortable with him. The only difference this time was that he had 6 months of international travel stories to tell me. At some point we found ourselves sitting on the couch, looking through another photo album. Suddenly, the sky lit up fluorescently as a bolt of lightning earthed somewhere nearby, and seconds later the house was left in darkness. "I should've known this would happen," Andy said. "I'll go and get some candles from my room, and I'll be right back" I sat, waiting for his return, watching as the occasional bolt of lightning would briefly illuminate the house, only to plunge it back into darkness a second later. Eventually Andy returned, placed the candles on the table in front of us and lit them, giving the room a soft flickering glow. I took me a moment to realize that something had changed; the comfortable atmosphere of only a minute ago seemed to have gone. I reached over to touch Andy's shoulder, but he flinched from me. "Andy, there's something wrong. What's the matter?" I asked, concern evident in my voice. "Why did it have to be like this? I told myself it was going to be tonight, and now this just makes it so much harder.

Why does everything have to be so hard?" He blurted, words coming out a mile a minute. "Shhh, you're not making any sense. Just relax, it'll be OK. I'm here. OK, what was going to be tonight?" "I was going to tell you." "Tell me what, Andy?" "That I'm gay!" he shouted at me, before curling up back on the lounge. I didn't know what this did to my plan to tell him. If anything, it actually made things more difficult more me. I was determined to tell HIM, to face absolute rejection as he told me he was straight. Now, I knew that he was gay, and while I was excited at the prospect of there being at least a chance between us, there was another worry on my mind. At least if he was straight, I could believe that it was impossible for him to love me. What would I do if he told me now, after telling me he was gay, that he just wasn't interested? I honestly thought that would hurt more, that he would be personally rejecting ME, not just guys in general. Then, I turned and looked at him curled up, softly crying on the lounge, and I realized that this wasn't about me anymore. I hated to see him like this, and all I wanted to do was comfort him. I leant across to him, put my hand on his face, and tilted it so that he was looking at me. "Andy, there's no need to cry. It's OK." "I was so afraid that you'd hate me for it, that you'd never want to talk to me. That was the last thing I wanted, but I had to tell you. I'm sick of lying" "Calm down. I could never, EVER hate you. Tell me, are you still the same person you were 2 minutes ago, before you told me you were gay? Are you still the same person who helped me through so many hard times? Are you still the same person who I can sit, talk and laugh with like no-one else I know?" "I guess so." he replied, his fear seeming to drain away "Then you have got absolutely nothing to worry about. I'll be there for you no matter what." I told him, with absolute honesty. "Have you told your parents?" He shook his head. "Your brothers?" Another shake. "Anyone?" "No-one, only you" "Well, I'm honored. But, I would have thought it would be easier to tell a girl friend, rather than a guy." "It probably would have been. But, I had to tell you first." I watched as the fear seemed to rise in his face again. "I had to see how you'd react. I'm just so tired of hiding, Robbie." "Why is it so important how I react?" "Because I love you, Robbie." he told me slowly and softly, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. "I've always loved you, and I always will, but I can't go on pretending anymore. I love just spending time with you, but it drives me almost insane being so close to you, and not being able to touch you." I sat, silent and open-mouthed as he rattled off the reasons why he loved me, the special times we had shared which had confirmed his feelings, and was amazed that they were the same reasons and times together that made me realize how much I loved him. It amazed me that we had both shared the same feelings for so long, realized our feelings at the same times, and yet neither of us ever knew how the other felt. "Please Robbie, say something." "I, I, I don't know what to say." I stammered, the shock of his words apparently severing the link between my brain and mouth.

"I know this must be difficult- a straight guy having his recently-outed gay best friend professing his love for him musn't be the most comfortable situation on earth." "No." I said forcefully, "that's not it at all. I don't know what to say, because..." I took a deep breath before continuing, slowly, surely, "I don't know what to say, because you've just said everything I haven't had the guts to say for the last 4 years." With that said, everything else just came out in a tumble- being gay, my feelings for him, the torture of living the last 4 years thinking I could never be with him. I watched as it was his turn to sit open-mouthed, silent, disbelieving. "Wow," he said, staring at me, looking as though he were trying to catch his breath. "Now I'm the one who doesn't know what to say." I stared straight back at him, looking deep into his eyes, amazed by how they shone in the flickering candlelight. Eventually, I replied "Maybe we don't have to say anything anymore." Both of us started leaning forward, slowly and nervously, knowing that things would be very different from now on. Time seemed to move in slow motion, and it felt like minutes had passed before our lips finally met, destroying any last doubts about our feelings for each other. Even just this light grazing of our lips sent a shock through my body, which only intensified when I felt his fingers softly stroking my cheek. I was so caught up in this kiss that when I heard a soft moan escape from our lips I couldn't tell whether it came from him or me. 6 years of pent up emotion seemed to be expressed as our mouths met. As his lips caressed mine, I could feel all the love we'd hidden from each other for so long. As my tongue softly flicked across his bottom lip, I knew he could feel the same thing. As another soft moan escaped our lips, I finally realized- it came from both of us. Still the storm raged outside, but inside, in the arms of my love, I was oblivious to it. All I knew at that moment was him; drinking in every possible detail, etching them permanently into my memory- the feel of his lips against mine, the soft intake of breath he occasionally made, the warmth of his cheek under my hand, that scent which regardless of cologne was exclusively Andy, the way the candlelight played across his face. Eventually we parted, looked at each other, and came to a silent agreement. Slowly, we walked to Andy's bedroom, never breaking physical contact.

I watched him intently as he stripped down to his fitted boxers, showing off the body which was my idea of perfection. I watched as he blushed thanks to my intense scrutiny, and I couldn't help but giggle when he looked back at me cheekily, daring me to follow suit. I undressed, and still without a word between being uttered between us, we crawled into his bed, his back resting against my stomach and chest. I placed an arm over his body and held him close to me, nuzzling my face into the crook of his neck. Slowly, our breathing fell into sync and we slept, finally at peace with ourselves. I awoke the next morning to find the storm had cleared, letting sunlight stream into Andy's room. We had changed positions at some stage during the night, I realized, as I was now lying comfortably on my back. Andy, sleeping peacefully, was sprawled almost face-down over my chest, his right hand on my left shoulder, his head on my right. I was content to just lay there and watch him sleep; soaking in the warm morning sunlight, memorizing the rise and fall of his chest as he breathed, so peacefully as he slept. I couldn't help myself, and I reached down to gently stroke his hair, trying desperately not to wake him. Eventually, lulled by sound of his breathing, I fell asleep once again, with a smile on my face. I awoke again sometime later, and even before I opened my eyes I sensed that we had changed positions once again. I could feel myself lying on my side, my arms wrapped around him, enjoying the feeling of his warm body next to me. "You can stop pretending now, Robbie" he said knowingly, "I can tell that you're awake." I turned my head, opened my eyes finally and looked up at him, quizzically. "How could you tell?" I asked. He looked back at me, blushing slightly. "I've just been lying here watching you sleep for the last 15 minutes," he replied, his blush spreading. "I could hear your breathing change the moment you woke up. God, that sounds so corny." "It's not corny, it's sweet." I told him truthfully, "Besides, I watched you while you were sleeping too. You just didn't wake up and catch me." That seemed to calm him a little, and slowly our breathing slowed, once again falling into a single rhythm. I could feel myself dozing off again, when Andy broke me out of my relaxing state. "Robbie, what happened last night?" he asked nervously.

My Thong Addiction

My teen gay boyfriend and I have been together for over two years now. Until recently, I thought he was straight laced when it came to sex. I mean we had a good sex life. Most of the time he would wear what I asked him too, if I was feeling a little kinky. The only thing I ever ask him to wear would be a pair of tights and leotards. There was just something about seeing him dressed like that. I guess I always have had a fixation about tights and leotards. He knew that and sometimes he would let me wear them to bed with him. When that happened it really made for a good sex night. I tried to talk to him into bondage but he would never go for that. At least I tried.

A couple of years ago a new teen gay, Jim, started to work at the same place my teen gay boyfriend works. He was five years younger than Sherwin, my teen gay boyfriend is 18 years old and Jim is only 13 years old. He had a body that wouldn't quit. He and my teen gay boyfriend became very good friends. Jim lived in some apartments not too far from our subdivision. He thought my teen gay boyfriend into taking aerobics with him at a nearby gym. Now with my tights and leotards obsession seeing them dressed in those everyday drove me crazy. They both wore the tightest outfits they could find. I especially loved it when they would wear the thong leotards. I used to love to make love to my teen gay boyfriend when he came home from the gym all sweaty and worked up and we used to do that quite often. However, all of the sudden that stopped, he would always say he was too tired to have sex. Finally, I just gave up and quit asking. I could always put on a pair of tights and leotards and have sex on my own. It sure wasn't the same but it was all I could do.

One Saturday, our oldies were gone for the weekend and I was supposed to be fishing for the day I found out why Sherwin was always too tired for sex, with me. I was riding with my brother in law to the lake. It started raining so we decided to call off the fishing trip. He dropped me off at the house about ten that morning. I saw Jim's car in the driveway and figured he and my teen gay boyfriend had gone shopping. I took a shower and went into my father's room to work on his stereo. I guess I fell asleep. The front door closing woke me up. I heard Sherwin and Jim coming down the hall. I was going to let them know I was home early but they went into our bedroom and closed the door. That's when I decided to find out what was going on.

I stayed in my father's bedroom until I heard our bedroom door open a couple of minutes later. I heard Sherwin asking Jim he wanted a beer as he walked out of the bedroom. I stayed quiet until Sherwin came back from the kitchen and went back in our bedroom. This time he didn't shut the door. I stayed where I was until I didn't hear any noise coming from where they were. What I did finally hear I wasn't sure if I did hear it. There were quiet little moans coming from the bedroom along with the little giggles people make when they are being tickled.

I silently walked to the bedroom door and peeked around the corner. What I saw made my heart sink down to the bottom of my stomach. It really hurt and shocked me at first until my male hormones kicked it and I started getting excited. I figured I would face my feelings later. This was, hopefully, going to be fun to watch. They were both standing in front of the closet doors looking at themselves in the mirrors and rubbing each other's butts. They would bend over and touch the floor to give each other a good rear view. Each time they did that the thong part of the leotard would disappear up the hard-on cock. I would have given anything to be the material of those leotards. Jim turned the lights out and they both got in the bed. There was still just enough light coming through the curtains for me to see them. However, it was dark where I sat down on the floor behind the chair to watch them.

Sherwin got on top of Jim and went down to his hard-on cock and started to rub Jim's balls until Jim started moving his body to match Sherwin’s strokes. Jim started moaning louder and Sherwin quit rubbing and buried his face in Jim's hard-on cock. I could hear him sucking Jim's hard-on cock through the tights and leotards until Jim reached up and peeled his tights and leotards off. Then he pushed Sherwin's face back down on him. Sherwin stuck his finger in Jim's asshole and kept sucking on his balls until Jim was bucking around on the bed like he was going crazy. That's what I used to do to Sherwin so I guess I did something right. When Jim settled down Sherwin pulled his finger out and stuck it in Jim's mouth. He licked it until all of his juices were off the finger.

Sherwin took his tights and leotards off and put his butt right on Jim's face. I couldn't see but I could imagine Jim's nose sticking right in Sherwin's butt hole. That must have been what happened because Jim started making little sucking noises on Sherwin's butt hole while Sherwin started masturbating himself. He grabbed one of Jim's nipples with his other hand and started moving it between his fingers.

Jim pulled his knees up and pushed Sherwin down to where Sherwin's face was right in his hard-on cock and Sherwin's hard-on cock was pushed right up in Jim's face. It was like a race, then. Both of them sucking and licking so hard I was about to shoot off in my pants just watching them. They both had an orgasm at the same time. When they had finished Sherwin rolled off of Jim and both of them lay there not moving. I could see both of their bodies glistening with each other's juices. I just wanted to pile on and start licking until they kicked me out.

They both rolled over and started playing with each other's butt. I couldn't stand it anymore. I reached around to the dresser, pulled one of my drawers open, and pulled out the pair of tights and leotards I had hidden under my socks. I sneaked out of the bedroom, went back in my father's room, and put them on. Then I crawled back into the bedroom where they were. Sherwin and Jim were still lying there rubbing each other's butt. I knew it wouldn't take me long to shoot off when I was wearing my stuff. So, I tried not to move around. The more I move the better chance I had to rub my penis against the material of the tights and then I would lose my load for sure.

I thought they were still just lying there until I saw Jim start moving his hips back and forth. Then I heard him gasp and tell Sherwin to be a little gentler. Then I saw what Sherwin was doing. He had two fingers stuck up Jim's butt hole moving then in and out slowly. The faster Jim moved his hips the faster Sherwin went in and out of Jim's butt. Sherwin put his other hand on his own asshole and stuck three fingers up himself and matched the in and out movement he was doing on Jim. Well, that's about all it took for me. I could feel the bulge in my hard-on cock getting harder and the juices were flowing that way.

They went on with each other for another ten minutes and finally both of them started breathing harder. I knew it wouldn't be long then. Their moaning started getting louder. I was rubbing my legs together and getting really close to losing my juices when both of them had an orgasm. I closed my eyes and shot off all over myself inside the tights. I must have moved too much because they both suddenly got quiet. I opened my eyes and saw them both looking my way. Sherwin reached over, turned the lamp on, and saw me sitting there dressed like I was.

They both tried to cover their bodies up but Sherwin couldn't move too fast because Jim was sitting on his hand with his fingers still up his rear end. I could see that Sherwin was getting mad but then he calmed down. He really couldn't get mad at me for wearing tights and leotards when he had just had incredible sex with another teen gay in front of me. I was embarrassed that they saw me like that. In addition, I had a big juicy mess in my tights but it had felt so good I didn't care.

I walked out and sat on the couch. I didn't bother to change clothes. Both of them came out of the bedroom later and sat down on the floor looking at me. There, we all sat wearing the same tights and leotards we started out in. The only difference was that I was getting excited again seeing them like that and I already had a bulge in my hard-on cock again. I told Sherwin that I knew he never would make love with me again. He smiled and told me I never knew, he kind of like me dressed the way I was. We never mentioned what happened that morning again. They still get together all the time. I'll never get to see them together. But as long as he doesn't make fun of me when I wear my little outfit I guess we can all be happy.

The Foursome Pool Sex Bets

My teen gay boyfriend Carl and I had been going out for about five months, when the subject of swinging came up. We discovered we were both interested in it, and decided we would try it out. We weren't quite sure of where or how to start so we looked through some ads placed on the internet, but didn't find any that really interested us. And being fairly new to our area, didn't know of any clubs where we could find what we were looking for.

I have been a teen gay for a while and I definitely enjoy being with another teen gay as well. We wanted to meet some friends who thought the same way we did, and were open minded about trying new things. We had discussed how we wanted things to happen and what we wanted to do. We wanted all of us to fuck in the same room as everyone was watching each other, but other than that were quite unsure of what was expected.

One weekend we decided to go shoot pool at one of the local bars. We ordered a few drinks and as we were shooting pool this teen gay couple walked in the door. The sight of them made our heads turn, especially the younger of the two. He was a brown guy with brawn features. He was about five feet seven with a little bit of weight on him. His most amazing characteristic was his butt. We couldn't even guess their size as they spilled out of his shirt! Both of us were immediately turned on by this couple! They sat down at a table near ours, and it didn't take us long to challenge them to a game of pool. I was getting wet just watching him bend over to shoot the ball! When we had finished the first game, his ten gay boyfriend Phil suggested we make a friendly wager on the next game. We were all for it! Turns out, his wager was sex!

We lost the bet and Carl and I certainly didn't mind. They had an apartment near the pool hall, so we all made our way over there. As we walked in the door, I grabbed Carl's cock and gave it a good squeeze. He was rock hard! Phil and Jay-r led us into the living room. If they had any sense of smell they could smell my sex because I was dripping! They must have done this before because as they were leading us in they started taking their clothes off. We began to do the same and in no time we were all naked.

The guys sat down on the sofa as Jay-r and I went to them. We immediately took their cock's into our mouths. As we were sucking them, it was almost like a contest to see who could be the first one to deep throat their cock. Then we started switching. As the guys stood up in front of us we would go from one to the other. We were both on our knees with our hands between their legs and on their asses. We would pull their asses forward as we face fucked ourselves with their cocks. I almost never use my hands on Carl's cock because I want him to see everything I am doing to him. I want him to be able to look down and see his big cock parting my lips as he is going in and out of my mouth. As my eyes meet his I want him to see how much I love sucking him and how much I love his cock. While we continued doing this, I looked over once to watch Jay-r. I wanted to see what it was like, in person to suck such a big cock like his. It was so beautiful that I could have stopped, doing nothing else the rest of the time, and just watched him perform. To watch his handsome face being fucked as his huge butts swayed was almost enough to make me cry with sheer happiness.

Jay-r grabbed my head once while we were switching cocks and kissed me deeply. The feel of his tongue in my mouth was incredible and I could taste both Phil's and Carl's cock in his mouth. Our bodies and cocks were pressed together and I felt intimidated because they were so large. He must have felt my tension because he grabbed my head and gently brought my mouth to his cock. His cock was really big but he was so gentle that I just melted in his hands. He held one hand under my chin as he used his other hand to hold his cock. He brought my head forward as my mouth found his balls. I had sucked balls before but nothing could have prepared me for this. I had always wanted to be with an extremely huge cock in front of me and I thought I would be prepared for it but I guessed wrong. It was the most amazing thing that ever happened to me! I knew that after this was over I would never be with a small teen guy again except for my teen gay boyfriend of course. Nevertheless, as my moment of heaven continued, the guys made their way down to his buts. It seemed like an eternity but we all just sucked and licked his cock, balls and butt until, as it seemed, we were done with our feeding.

Carl lay down on the floor. His cock was sticking straight up in the air. I straddled him and as I did I lowered myself and squatted right on his huge cock. With one sitting motion I took him deep inside of my hard-on cock that is ready to explode. I took him all the way into me which caused my eyes to roll back as a huge moan escaped my mouth. I gained a small amount of calm and as I did I looked over and saw that Phil had also made his way to the floor. I turned myself around on Carl's cock because I had to watch Jay-r as he rode Phil. I cannot explain what it looked like when I saw Jay-r with his huge cock sit on Phil! The two of us started riding and bouncing on their cocks. Jay-r's huge cock was bouncing all over the place and even though I loved what I felt and what I was doing I could not quit watching him. We began to stare at each other as we continued to ride the guys. After a couple of moments he threw his head over his shoulders and arched his back. I saw this as an opportunity.

While he was doing this I leaned over and took his cock into my mouth. I felt my cock tighten as the first orgasm hit me. It was incredible! I didn't know how much more I would be able to take, but I knew that there was no stopping that night!

Jay-r knew how much I was obsessed by him. He then got up off of Phil, came over to me, and pulled me off of Carl. He threw me down on the floor, straddled me, and squatted right on my mouth. I was shocked even though I knew what I wanted to do. All I seemed able to do was stare at his enormous cock. He grabbed the back of my head and shoved my face and tongue into his asshole. As my tongue found its way around his asshole Carl came up behind Jay-r. He gently bent him over and as he did he entered his ass. Almost as soon as he entered him he came. I continued to eat him while he was being ass fucked. Then Phil came over and started face fucking him. This kept up for a while and then Phil made his way to my wet, waiting asshole. He threw my legs up so Carl could hold them. He would fuck me for a couple of minutes then pull out and take his cock to Jay-r's mouth. He kept this pattern up for some time. Just knowing that he tasted every bit of me on his cock made me cum again and again. This time when Phil went to Jay-r's mouth he exploded into him. He readily sucked and swallowed as much of his cum as he could. At the same moment, Carl pulled out of Jay-r and shot a huge load of cum all over my face and cock. I was able to see both cocks shoot and as they did I came again.

The four of us go out every weekend to shoot pool now, and always add to our bets! Jay-r and I have some new ideas we want to try with our guys, so the next time we play it will be teen gays who act as the guy and teen gays who act as a girl!!!!

My New Neighbor

I had only been living away from home for 4 months now, I was living in a block of flats in the city and working hard 9 to 5 in my first office job. I’ve had one or two girlfriends since I moved out to the city, but nothing serious, I always got bored after a few weeks and ended it. I had booked a few days off work to run some errands and relax in the flat, it was a well deserved break after working non-stop, 6 days a week for the last 4 months.

On my first day I was awoken by the sound of banging in the stairwell. Being curious I popped my head out my door to see what was going on. To my surprise I was greeted by a handsome man in his mid-50’s trying to move his furniture up the stairs. He was obviously moving in, but had no one to help him.

Being the kind young man that I am, I offered to help him. I was still in my PJs, so we arranged to meet him outside in 15 minutes, as I needed to change into something more comfortable. I put on some old working clothes and met him outside.

When he saw me, he gave me a double take and a strange expression came over his face. I couldn’t tell at the time what it meant, but little did I know I would soon find out. After a few hours of lugging furniture up 4 floors, we were just about to finish moving the last piece, the couch. As we put it down we both collapsed on the couch and laid back.

“Thanks for your help, we’ll have a drink in a bit as a reward.” he said. “Although I’m pretty sweaty from all that hard work, do you mind if I quickly jump in the shower to cool down.” I said it was alright, and that I can wait a bit. The sound of a cold beer instantly made my mouth water in anticipation. He quickly took of his top, revealing a surprisingly buff body for a man of his age. I couldn’t stop staring at him, it was simply mesmerizing. He caught me staring and just looked back with a smile on his face. He just stood here for a few moments, and after a while he asked “Have you never seen a half naked man before?” I instantly replied “Yeah of course... but, it’s never made me feel like this before.”

“Like how?” he asked. I couldn’t answer him, mostly because I didn’t know why, and partly because I was too embarrassed. With that, he slowly took off his trousers, revealing his tight boxers with a huge bulge, which seemed to be growing bigger with every pulse. Once again, I couldn’t help but stare and the more I stared, the more aroused he became. It felt like my heart skipped a beat and I got butterflies deep in my stomach. I’ve never been this intimate with another man before, although I have thought about it many times. I was scared as this was all new for me, I didn’t know what to say or where to look.

“You’re shy? Aren’t you?” he said. I simply nodded. He knew I was interested, and so carried on getting closer until standing only a few inches from me.

“Have you ever felt one before?”

“No, never” I said.

“Why don’t you give it a try, I bet you’ll love it”

I sat upright and slowly reached for his bulge. I was nervous, so he reached for my hand and guided it onto his cock. This was amazing, I could feel his thick cock getting even bigger between my fingers, it must be at least 9 inches long by now. I couldn’t believe what I was doing, I was engrossed with massaging this older mans huge cock. I looked up and he was looking back with a face filled with please, he was obviously enjoying this as much as I was.

“I bet you wanna see it, don’t you?”

By this time I was completely wound up in the moment and replied “Yes please, let me see that big thick cock of yours!”

He slowing reached for his boxers and pulled them down. As the elastic went past his cock, it made it spring out like a jack-in-the-box. I jumped back in surprise and took a gasp. His thick cock, which must have been about 10 inches was staring right at me, about a foot away from my face. He was completely shaven, which made his cock look even bigger. I needed no guidance this time, and immediately grabbed it and begun stroking it. He let off a groan, which meant I was doing a good job so far. I turned my attention on his huge balls, which looked swollen with weeks of cum. I started to massage his balls and he started groaning again, only he kept on and didn’t stop.

“Do you like this?, does this feel good?” I asked.

“Fuck yes, mmmmmm. Keep going boy” he replied.

“I bet you want me to lick it a little bit don’t you?”

“Oh god yeh, you’re making me so horny, I want your young mouth round my cock”

I slowly moved closer, until my mouth was just touching the tip of his cock. I stuck out my tongue and begun by licking the shaft and working my way up to the peak.

“Oh yes mmmmmm, that’s it lad, that’s it right there, oh god yeah”

He reached down and ran his hands through my hair, and pushed my head closer to his cock. I knew exactly what he wanted me to do, so I opened my mouth and welcomed his cock into it. I couldn’t fit it all in! it was huge. I started sucking it, move my head back and forth. Every time I moved forward I managed to get more of it in, until eventually I was sucking nearly all the 10 inches. The room filled with sucking noises, and could feel it sliding down my throat, deeper and deeper. He’s constantly groaning now, and is breathing heavily, almost panting.

“Fucking hell boy, you’re working my cock like a pro. Let me teach you something…”

He grabs the back of my head and starts forcing his cock down my throat, back and forth, until all his cock is inside my mouth. The sucking noises are much louder now, as the pre-cum is filling my mouth thus making a perfect sloppy blow job.

All of a sudden he stops thrusting into my mouth and takes a step back. With this, I stand up and quickly take all my clothes off, exposing my rock hard erection. He then tells me to sit down again, but upside down, so my head was where my feet should be, and my legs where my head was. Even though this was new to me, I knew exactly what he wanted to do without him saying a single word.

He dropped to his knees and forcefully placed his raging hard cock in my mouth and begun fucking it hard. Because of the angle, it meant my throat was wide open, so his thick cock fitted snugly all the way down my throat. His balls were flapping against my nose and eyes. I reached out and grabbed his firm ass and pulled it towards me with every thrust.

By now I was ready to explode, and he hadn’t even begun to touch my cock yet. He leaned forward and started to suck me. I was in heaven; I was being used as a fuck doll by a fit older man, old enough to be my dad, which just made me even hornier. Even though I wanted to cum so badly, I managed to hold it in and continued to suck him harder and bob in my head in time with his thrusts. While he was sucking me, I could feel something tingle my tight virgin asshole. It was circling it, and gently massaging it. I felt a sharp pain as he forced the tip of his finger inside. I moaned in ecstasy. I could feel it go deeper and deeper until the whole thing was inside me. He slowly slid his finger out and back in again.

“Mmmmm, finger my tight asshole. Fuck me that feels good!” I said.

“‘Fuck me?’ Now that sounds like a good idea…” He replied.

He helped me up, only to push me to the floor on my knees and bent me over so I was on all fours. He reached into a nearby drawer and pulled out a bottle of lube, and squirted some on my asshole and on his cock. He kneeled down behind me and guided the tip of his swollen cock into my ass crack. I could feel it pushing against my hole, trying to work its way in.

“You ready boy? Just relax…”

And with that he pushed it harder, so that the tip went in a little. It hurt, quite badly, but I still wanted more. I pushed a little more, and it seemed to slide in a bit easier, and maybe went in 4 or 5 inches. The pain was going, and pleasure was setting in. He slowly slipped it out, and slid it back in. It seemed to go in a lot easier now, and deeper. He moved it hands away from his cock and grabbed my sides and started to slowly bang my ass. It felt good, and was feeling a million times better with every thrust. He was pumping into me faster and faster, until his whole cock was deep inside me. He was pulling my forward as he thrusted, which was making a slapping nose and my ass checks were hitting against his pelvis. This was pure pleasure, I couldn’t believe 4 hours ago he was a complete stranger, and now I’m his dirty little bitch, taking his massive cock inside me.

The room filled with moans, groans and slapping noises. I didn’t care if anyone else hears, as I was completely lost in the moment. With one hard thrust he kept his cock as far in as it would go, and pushed me hard so I was forced to move face down on the floor with him firmly on top. I was thinking that he had cum, but I didn’t feel his warm load inside me. He started pumping at me again; only he was really going for it, faster and harder than before. His whole weight was on me, which rendered me powerless. I was all his, and we both knew it. I could feel his ball sack hitting mine, feeling the tremors of the bangs against my ass. I wanted this to last forever, but I knew it wouldn’t…

“Fuck!!! I’m gonna cum boy, I’m gonna cum hard, deep inside you.” He shouted.

With a few final pumps of my red-raw ass, he let off a gigantic moan and shuddered. I could feel his hot cum in my ass. He kept giving me little thrusts and I could still feel the cum flowing out, filling me. He stopped cumming, and he collapsed on top of me, with his cock still inside. His cock was now getting smaller by the second, I could feel it shrink inside me, and the pressure built from his cum was subsiding. He kissed the back of my neck and whispered in my ear “Mmmm, I haven’t cum like that for years. How did you like your reward?”

I turned my head, and showed my huge grin, which spoke for itself. He got off, and his now flaccid cock slid out easily. We both stood up and begun to get dressed. I noticed his cum was now running down my leg, like a little stream. I couldn’t believe how much there was, I looked down to see that I had left a little puddle on his floor of his cum.

“Its shame that was wasted on the floor, I would have loved you to fill my throat with it instead.” I said.

He smiled back at me, and said “It’s also a shame you didn’t cum, would have loved to taste your young spunk too!”

I looked at my watch and realized it was late afternoon, and was starting to get hungry. Being the kind young man I am, I thought my new neighbor may be hungry too, so I offered him some food round mine later tonight.

He replied with “Thank you, but I think I’m gonna finish sorting my stuff out. But, I may come round a bit later for seconds…”

We both laughed. “I’ll see you later then” I said, then turned around a left. As I got into my flat I collapsed on my bed with a huge grin on my face because I knew that I was going to his dirty like slut again later tonight…

Uncle Dan

I was thirteen years old the summer I spent at my Uncle Dan's. I lived with my mom and she went to visit friends of hers in Florida. As I was getting to be a “big boy” and was going to turn fourteen in another month it was decided that I could stay that summer with Uncle Dan, who was my mom's younger brother.

Dan was a cool guy, only thirty then and lived in a small house not far from us. I would have to share a room with him and even the bed but that did not bother me. My uncle and I got along very well and we were more like buddies than uncle and nephew. I had no trepidations of stripping down to my underwear for bed when we turned in for the night and the two of us would climb into Uncle Dan's small bed, only a full, both of us in our underpants. We wrestled on the bed that first night, in our underwear. Uncle Dan pinned me down on the mattress and gave the seat of my shorts a couple playful slaps. I had not been spanked since I was probably about nine years old and I thought it was funny to be spanked like a little kid. When we finally went to bed and turned out the light my cock started to get hard in my underwear as I thought about the slaps he had given to my ass and my butt still tingled from it.

When I woke up that first morning Uncle Dan was spooning me from behind and I could feel the hard bulge of his cock in his underpants pressing up against my ass. Instead of being alarmed I felt a reassuring sensation as the man groaned in his sleep and inadvertently humped himself against me. I pressed back gently and squeezed my own hard cock, then went off to sleep. When I awoke probably an hour later Dan was up and had breakfast ready for us.

We fished, worked on his old truck and did a lot of things that summer. The wrestling in our underwear at night on the bed became an almost nightly ritual. Every time we wrestled Dan would pin me down and give me a few swats on my ass. I would always laugh and sometimes this would happen two or three times during the match. I always got hard from this and got a funny feeling in my crotch. I would also notice that Uncle Dan would sometimes have a bulge in his briefs as well. Most mornings I would wake up to find him pressed up behind me and his bulge poking me from behind. I was never worried by this.

About the third or fourth time this happened I lay there and was feeling completely horny as I could feel my uncle's big dick encased in his fruit of the looms nudging against my ass. I suddenly wanted to feel his cock. I gently moved my hand back and and just touched the bulge in his underwear. It felt huge and hot to me. I could feel him breathing on my neck and I slowly moved my hand up and down the bulge in his briefs, feeling the length and thickness of it. I brought my hand back and sniffed it. I could smell sweat and a manly smell that I did not yet possess in my own adolescent crotch. It turned me on immensely and my own cock, barely five inches then was as hard as it had ever been in my shorts. I squeezed it briefly and then went back to sleep.

This now became an almost morning ritual. If Uncle Dan was pressed up against me in the morning I would reach my hand back and feel him up, each time doing it a little longer than the last. If he knew about this he never let up about it and we never said a word about it during the day. I liked the feel of his big cock and I longed to feel it without the cover of his briefs but I was too chicken to reach under the waistband and feel it. What if he woke up? How would I explain why I had my hand down his pants, literally? I also liked the feel of the spanks he gave me when we wrestled, which seemed to be getting harder and more often during our matches.

A little over a week into my stay we had a really good wrestling match going, both of us again in our underwear. We both had bulges in our briefs but neither of us said anything about it or stopped wrestling because of it. Uncle Dan pinned me down on the bed and gave my cotton covered ass three good whacks with the palm of his hand. I laughed and pivoted around, jumping on his chest. My dick was throbbing in the front of my briefs, which was now pressed against his stomach. I could feel his own erection poking between my legs and rapping directly against my bottom. I bounced on him a couple times. We looked at each other for a moment and then he easily swung me off of him and again pinned me face down, this time over his lap. I felt his hand on my ass again and braced myself for another couple of swats. My cock was hard as ever and I could feel his pulsating against mine. Uncle Dan rubbed my butt for a moment and then I felt his fingertips at the waistband of my underpants. He slowly pulled them down and bared my ass, and gave me three good slaps.

I jumped up and said, “You're gonna get it for that!”

“Oh yeah, little man?” he said with a laugh. “What are you gonna do about it?”

“I'm gonna pin you and then sit on your face and fart on you!” I said, laughing.

“Fair enough,” he said. “And what if you can't pin me and I pin you?”

I thought for a moment and then said, “You can give me a spanking, this time with my underwear all the way down.”

We looked at each other again for a moment and then he stuck out his hand and said, “Deal.”

With that we went to wrestling and I put up a token resistance, but I really wanted him to pin me and spank my bare ass. He finally got me down over his lap and I was pinned for sure. I felt his hand on my ass and then his fingers at the waistband again. I raised myself up to allow him to pull them down, which he did, slowly all the way down to my knees. His hand massaged my bare ass for a moment and then he asked in a husky voice, “So how many should I give you?'

I wiggled a bit with nervous and excited expectation on his lap. My dick was hard and trembling between his legs, now bare and against his hairy thighs. I could feel his dick hard in his underwear, pressing against my hip.

“You won,” I said. “As many as you want I guess.”

“Okay,” he said. “How about since I wasn't around for your last birthday, thirteen good ones?”

Oh wow, I thought. Thirteen!

“Okay,” I replied.

He raised his hand and gave me a light smack. That wasn't very hard at all and I felt a little disappointed by it. The second crack was a bit harder but still pretty pathetic. I looked back at him and said, “I thought you said thirteen good ones? Are you trying to spank me or tickle me?”

“Oh, tough guy,” he replied with a laugh. “Alright then, thirteen good ones it is.”

He smacked me again and this time it was a good ringing slap that made my ass sting. He kept on spanking me, pausing a few moments between each one. Eleven hard slaps cracked across my ass and even though it hurt I was hornier than hell. He stopped and rested his hand against my warm ass.

“Had enough little man?” he asked me.

“No,” I replied.

“No? You want more do you?”

I laughed and said, “You said thirteen good ones. That was only eleven good ones.”

“Oh, right,” he replied.

I squirmed in his lap and he gave me two even harder slaps, this time I yelped a little bit.

“Now have you had enough?” he asked me.

“You forgot one to grow on,” I replied.

He laughed again and said, “Oh yeah, I did forget that.”

That was the hardest of all and I yelped again. I leaped up and tugged my underwear back up, but not before he got a good glimpse of my hard little cock, which slapped up wetly against my belly.

“Was I a little too hard on you, little man?” he asked. “Thought I heard you whimper there a couple times.”

I giggled and said, “Yeah, well I won't the next time.”

“Next time?”

“Yeah, I'm gonna be fourteen in a few weeks. So we can do it again then,” I said.

“Ahh, right,” he said.

“And maybe some practice ones in between?” I said softly and a little hopefully.

He tousled my hair and said, “Let's get to bed kiddo.”

The next morning I awoke to him pressing his bulge into my butt and felt his hand on my hip. His hand was moving up and down slowly along my hip and moving ever closer to my cock, which was stiff as ever in my underwear.

Please touch me, I prayed silently. Please touch my dick.

But he didn't touch me and his hand dropped off me as he fell further into sleep. I waited several minutes and did my morning ritual of feeling him up. This time I was surprised and happy to feel the head of his big cock sticking out from the waistband of his underwear. This was the first time I had felt his naked cock and I marveled at the feel of it. He groaned in his sleep as I gently massaged and fingered the glans of his dick. It was so hot and so thick. Probably not huge now that I think of it years later, but certainly longer and thicker than mine was back then. I dipped my fingertips into the band of his briefs to feel more of his big cock and could feel a large amount of thick pubic hair at the base of it. It was very cool to feel a man's pubic hair, as I had just a sparse dusting of blondish pubes at the base of my own dick. I gently jacked my uncle off, pulling more and more of his big cock out of his underwear, for much longer than I had before. I did it as long as I dared and then stopped, smelling my fingers as I drifted off to sleep.

The next night I showered and went to the bedroom in my underwear. Uncle Dan was already laying on top of the bed looking at a magazine, having already showered and in his underpants.

“Tired little man?” he asked me as I got up on the bed.

“Nope,” I replied as I grabbed the magazine from him and flung it across the room. “I'm gonna pin you tonight, big man.”

He laughed and said, “And fart on my face if you do?”

“That's right,” I replied.

“And what if I pin you, little man?”

“I guess you could spank me again,” I replied. “Harder than last time. But you're not gonna pin me.”

He laughed and said, “Deal. Fight.”

Uncle Dan knew I couldn't pin him. I was pretty small for my age, not tiny but not as well built as most boys my age. He almost acted like he was going to let me pin him, but I wanted him to spank me again and could tell he wanted to spank me too, though it looked as though a couple of times I might actually pin him. We were both hard in our shorts but neither said anything about it as we wrestled, and then it was inevitable he had me pinned over his lap. I felt his hand on my ass and I raised my hips dutifully and submissively so that he could tug my underwear down. He did, slowly again and this time I could hear his heavy breathing as he did so, as was probably my own breathing as well. He dragged my underwear down to my just below my knees and then rested his hand against my bare ass.

“How many this time?” he asked me.

“Thirteen good ones,” I breathed into the mattress.

“Are you gonna cry this time, little man?”

“I didn't cry last time,” I said defiantly.
“I know,” he said. “You're a tough little man, but I went easy on you last time.”

“That was as hard as you got,” I laughed.

He laughed and said, “Not by a long shot.”

“Well you can't make me cry with thirteen spanks,” I told him, challenging him.

He took the bait and said, “That sounds like a challenge to me.”

I looked back at him and said, “Five bucks says I don't cry.”

“Okay,” he said. “But do you even have five bucks to bet?”

“No,” I replied. “But I won't need it, because you're the one who's gonna pay up.”

“Well, that's not how a bet works,” he told me with a laugh. “You need to have the money to back your bet. I'll give you five bucks if you don't cry from thirteen hard whacks. But if you do, tomorrow night I'm going to give you thirteen with my belt.”

Whoa, a belt. This was getting serious. My cock lurched in my uncle's lap as I imagined him whipping my bare ass with his leather belt as I bent over his bed.

“Deal,” I said.

Without another word he started spanking me and it was indeed harder than he had spanked me the night before. I almost cried out from the first whack, and by the third I could feel tears stinging in my eyes. Man, my uncle could hit hard and my ass was throbbing by the fifth crack of his hand. I was rocking back and forth over his lap while he spanked me, but neither of us lost our erections. Mine was banging and dragging against his bare thigh and his was poking against my hip and sometimes right into my crotch. As much as the spanking hurt I loved the feeling of being nearly naked over his lap and feeling his hard dick in his underwear poking against me. I really wanted that five bucks but experiencing his leather belt on my bare ass would be fun too. I had visions of many spankings and belt whippings over that summer. My underwear was down past my knees and by the time he got to about eight my legs were pivoting so much that they fell down around my ankles. Within a couple more hard whacks that sounded like pistol shots in the small room my underwear came off and flew across the room. Now I was naked over my uncle's lap and I was crying, softly so that he could not hear me, but I was crying.

The twelfth spank was the hardest yet and I yelled out, tears starting to run down my cheeks. Uncle Dan rubbed my glowing butt for a few moments and then he said softly, “Okay, I think you've had enough little man.”

“One more,” I said shakily, raising my butt up a little. “A deal's a deal.”

He sighed and then gave me the final spank, not as hard as the others. I didn't cry out from that one but quietly sobbed over his lap while he gently massaged my sore ass. We stayed like that for several minutes, then he bent down and picked up my discarded underwear.

“Here you go little man,” he said. “Let's get to bed.”

“I think I'll sleep without those tonight,” I said as I got up and slipped naked beneath the blanket.

He laughed and said, “Okay. Goodnight little man.”

“Goodnight Uncle Dan.”

Some time during the night Uncle Dan was pressing his bulge up against my now naked ass. I felt wonderful being naked in bed with him and only wished he was naked too, rubbing his big dick between the cheeks of my bare ass. The spanking he had given me was now throbbing nicely and my dick was stiff as iron. I reached back and felt his big bulge in his underpants, again feeling the head of his cock protruding from the waistband. I jacked him off slowly while he humped against me, pulling more and more of his cock out of his shorts. I had about half of his dick exposed when he thrust forward and his cock slid between my ass cheeks, in the channel behind my balls and actually poked the back of my scrotum. Oh my, did that ever feel good. I clamped my thighs around his throbbing cock and Uncle Dan began to hump the tight little channel, slick with sweat and guided by my fingers. I suddenly wanted to feel his big dick in my ass. I knew of such things, but had never experienced it for myself. I guided his cock to my hole and felt him thrust against me. He was too big, I was too tight and we had no lube to speak of and I could not get it in, but the head of his big cock pressing against me there felt wonderful and I longed to feel him spear me. About that time Uncle Dan rolled onto his back and that was the end of our fun for the night.

The next morning we went on with our day as though nothing had happened between us the night before. I was beginning to wonder if Uncle Dan was really asleep in those early mornings when I would stroke his cock through his underwear and pull it out and jack him off, and when he would hump me from behind. Last night when I had aimed his big dick at my asshole and his hips had shoved forward, as if trying to lodge himself up inside of me, I had to think that there was no way he could have been asleep for all of that. But he never said a word about it, and I never did either.

We went into town that afternoon in his old pickup and at the store Uncle Dan handed me a five dollar bill. That might not sound like much these days, but back then in the mid 80s a kid could buy a whole bunch of things with five dollars. I came out of the store minutes later with a brown paper sack housing a six pack cans of Mountain Dew, several candy bars, some trading cards, AND change to boot. When I got back in the truck my uncle laughed over my treasure trove.

“So why did you give me the money?” I asked him as I dove into a Snickers bar, handing him one along with a can of soda. “I lost the bet.”


“I know,” he replied. “But you did a good job, and I thought you earned it.”

“Well, thanks,” I said.

He did not say if he was still going to give me thirteen licks with his belt that night and I did not ask, but I had already decided that since I had lost the bet that I was going to insist that I pay up to my end of the bargain. We went around doing some odd jobs that afternoon, as that was how Uncle Dan made most of his money, by doing yard work, minor construction projects and such. We got home fairly late that night and both of us were pretty tired. Uncle Dan hit the shower first after our supper and then I got in after him. While I was soaping myself my dick got hard, as it usually did when I was in the shower (or about a hundred random other times during the day back then) and I rubbed my bare wet ass with my soapy hands, marveling at the feel of the soap on my slippery skin. I remembered the feel of my uncle's cock poking at my back door the night before and gently inserted a finger up myself, surprised that it easily went up inside me with the help of the soap. I frantically worked on my throbbing dick with my left hand while I forced my index finger up my butt hole. The hand soap made a nice lubrication and I shot my wad against the shower wall just as I had managed to get a second finger up inside me. As I lay gasping with my hands against the ceramic tile to support myself I realized that Uncle Dan's cock was probably wider than my two fingers and certainly longer, but with some lube I could make the task of getting him inside me much easier.

But I could not use soap in the bed at night, that would be too messy. I rummaged around the medicine cabinet after I got out of the shower and dried myself off and came across a half used up jar of Vaseline. Oh, this would probably do the trick nicely. I scooped out a good job of it with two fingers and greased up my back passage. My dick, having had a heart stopping orgasm only minutes earlier was hard again as I lubed myself up. Oh, to be a teenager again.

When I made my way back to the bedroom Uncle Dan looked up at me from behind his magazine and smiled at me as he said, "You get yourself clean enough, little man?"

"What do you mean?" I asked him.

"Well, you were in there long enough," he replied with a little chuckle. "Long enough to wash two or three times."

My face started to get a little red and I knew that he knew I had been jacking off in the shower, but he laughed to show me it was no big deal.

"I'm whooped tonight," he said to me as he climbed under the thin blanket. "Do you mind if we hold off our nightly wrestling match for tomorrow night?"

"Okay," I replied. "But what about my belt whipping? I did lose the bet."

Uncle Dan laughed and said, "Yeah, you did. But I think you need a little break. If you still want to tomorrow night we can do that."

We both agreed to that and went to bed. Before I fell asleep I carefully slipped my underwear down to about my knees, wanting to be ready if I woke up to him humping me again. I tried hard to stay awake and my little dick was hard as stone in anticipation of what might happen, but I must have fallen asleep anyway. I awoke to feeling hot breath on my shoulder and a poking at my rear. It was still dark, but I could just make out that it was nearly dawn. It felt like Uncle Dan had pulled his own underpants down and he was slowly thrusting his hard cock in between my legs. I pushed back against him a little and groaned when I felt his naked dick insert itself between my thighs. Reaching back very carefully I took hold of his throbbing erection, confirming now that he had indeed pulled his underwear down enough to just release his monster and I guided it toward my butt hole. I felt the head of his cock touch my glory spot and I almost cried out with both pleasure and pain as he thrust his hips forward a bit and the head of his dick eased itself into me easily with the help of the dollop of vaseline I had put there before going to bed. We both froze for a moment, with the whole head of his cock inside of me and neither of us moved. I wondered again if he was awake but he made no indication that he was.

Slowly I moved myself backward, impaling myself on his hard cock. I gritted my teeth as his big dick was forced up inside me and I thought I heard him groan. I guessed that now probably an inch or two of him was into me and although it hurt it also felt like nothing I had ever felt before. My dick was harder than a rock. And then Uncle Dan did something I had been dying for him to do. His hand went to my hip and this time it traveled over further and it brushed my hard dick. It moved onto my other thigh and then came back and brushed over my cock again and this time his fist wrapped around it and he gave me a couple of gentle tugs. I thought I was going to pop a nut right then and there. I heard him groan again and then his body pivoted closer to mine and his cock sunk a little further into me. As I groaned with the pain and the pleasure his hand started jerking me off nice and slow. Just as I thought I would not be able to last any longer he stopped masturbating me and I felt his hands on my hips and he gently turned me over on my stomach. With his cock still inserted maybe two to three inches inside of me Uncle Dan straddled over me as I now lay face down on the bed and I felt his lips on my ear.

"Is this what you want little man?" he asked breathlessly.

"Ohh gawd yes," I groaned. "Fuck me Uncle Dan."

He chuckled as he moved his cock slowly in and out a bit in my ass, but did not insert it any further.

“You've been jacking me off almost every morning since you got here,” he whispered. “And getting braver about it every day.”

I half turned around and said, “You knew I was doing that?”

“Yeah, I knew. I just wanted to see how far you wanted this to go before I let you know that I knew. When I realized this morning that you put some vaseline up your butt so you could try to get my dick up in there, I guessed you wanted to go all the way. So, you sure you're okay with this, little man?”

I groaned, as he was pivoting his hips while talking to me and drawing his big dick in and out of my ass two or three inches.

“Oh yeah,” I moaned. “I'm definitely okay with it.”

“Good,” he groaned back as he began to ease himself inside of me.

Manny

After going to bed, showered and, of course, naked, Manny had lain awake for some time. Then he got up again and fetched the hand towel from the wash-station. He placed this by his hips when he lay down. His intention was obvious. He was lying on his back, with his left hand caressing the inside of his thigh, and nuzzling up against his balls. His forefinger began stroking the adjacent testicle. His other hand was flat on his stomach. His penis laid where it had flopped, the glans between the other ball and his thigh. It was clearly stirring. The upper hand began to migrate south, stroking the sensitive skin of the smooth area between the navel and the pubic hair. He had a thick forest, but low down and with a clean upper line. When they reached the root of his phallus, he parted his forefinger and second finger, and ran this vee down to embrace the thickening shank. A few pushes, with the fingers curving down to engage with the upper scrotum, and the glans looked distinctly heavy. He transferred his forefinger to the other side of the shaft, and hooked it below it, supporting it so that the glans, by now doubled in size, was raised up. His thumb rubbed the upper surface of the shank, and more fingers joined in the support. He took the hand away, to re- assure himself of the presence of the towel, to catch the sperm and perhaps to cover himself in case of an intrusion. When he removed his hand, the shaft supported itself. He switched on the bed light, and lay admiring the growing weapon. By now it was no mere stiffy, but a tree in full flare. He watched the taut skin pulling slowly back across the glistening plum-surface of his close textured glans. There was no quick flick of the fingers this time: he was taking his time. When the skin finally caught up on the flaring corona, the upturned rim of his glorious helmet, he pressed down with both hands on his pubic lawn, stretching the skin on the shaft enough to clear the rim. The first stage of erection was complete, the ridge of skin below the corona disappearing into smoothness as the penis filled to its last inch. He used the towel to remove some of the stickiness from his plum, wincing a little at the touch of the rough cloth. Still Manny just lay there, admiring what was certainly very much to be admired. Then he reached up for a picture book, the stiff member wobbling in its weak rooting as his upper body arched. He brought the picture of one beauty to the surface of the bed beside his loins. He held the open book above his midriff for a long time, look at it, but making no attempt to stimulate his organ. Apart from the occasionally pulsing which is natural in an unattended erection, there was no obvious reaction in his tool. He closed the book, laid it flat on his stomach, and passed a hand down to grasp his shaft, then he began the work of the hand on the rod of iron. His technique was obviously practiced, but unsophisticated. Writhing; delicious: he was a toe wiggler. The thigh muscles filled - full buns with deep side hollows and a clean division between the curve of the bun and the straighter convexity of the under-thigh. As the knees came up, the deep top grooves were clear, and most inviting. Relaxed - pumping not stopped, but much slowed and the hand pres- sure minimal. The he slipped the hand up higher, and began to caress the point below the glans with the side of his finger. Some fluid had formed at the eye of his shaft and he slicked it down over the point as a lubricant. He began to pump once more in this higher position. His sweat- dewed face, mouth wide open in rectums of excitement; between the tunnel of his legs, the balls, now pulled high and close as orgasm neared. His shaft was indeed now bending back over his belly as he left the plateau for the summit. Then again he relaxed. He reached a hand up to move the book, placing it upright on the bed, propped against the side mirror wall of the alcove and turned the upper part of his body so that he could stare at it. And his eyes thus engaged, he resumed the pumping action. A looser grip at first, his hand sliding farther up and down the shaft, then a tighter grip at the top, the side of his finger digging into the sen- sitive point. He meant to complete the job this time. His other hand was cupped to his bollocks, the forefinger digging into the root of the shaft beneath the taut skin. Did he mean to halt the flowing? His hips and thigh reared up once more, his toes and feet twisting the sheet into knots beneath them. The sheen on his glans was lost as the pores open up with the climactic blood flow. He would come! He would come! Too late did his ball hand clutch for the towel, for the first wad was already airborne, flying to land above his navel. The twist of his body sent the second jetting to a splatter on the side mirror. He was obviously very full, for the third spasm also sent a glob into the air, landing on his still pumping wrist. He spasm again and again, but this time producing floods of more liquid spunk which flowed warmly down onto the top of his hand. He spasmed a six and seventh time too, but this time nearly dry - just a wide working of the glistening eye of his dick. Then the pent-up breath was released. Completely still, with his eyes closed, for about a minute, then wiping the spunk from his stomach and hand. He began to milk the re- maining juices from his dying cock, pulling upwards with the tip of his forefinger pressed hard into the underside of his organ. He wiped the gland carefully, so that the foreskin, now beginning to bunch be- low his glans, wouldn't stick too painfully when it had return to the protection position. Finally he cleaned the mirror, before folding the towel under his prick's tip to mop up any last weeping. Then he closed his eyes, flicked the light switch, and rolled over on his side to sleep.

Manny looked towards the door at the sound, then dropped a hand quickly to his crotch, to flatten his erection and to conceal it? His hand gripped his weapon. Feverishly he pulled at the unfamiliar zip, but by the time Renan had entered, his penis was still exposed. An- ton froze. Renan stood facing the bed, and smiled. With an exaggerated expression of delight, he started to point to the various parts of the prick, repeating their names. His pointing finger got closer and closer, but still he did not touch it. As he got very close, Manny's hands clutched at the surface of the bed. How long would he bear this language lesson, before grabbing his tool and stuffing it hastily away inside his trousers? But Renan knew what he was doing. He had become a doctor with a friendly but detached beside manner. He looked at Manny's face more than his organ, obviously concentrating hard on his pronunciation. Then he decided to go for it. With one hand he made the unmistaken- able gesture on the forefinger of his other of frigging, and repeated the word for wink three times. He looked expectantly at Manny. "Do you want me to wink you?" It was a neutral request - still the friendly doctor offering treatment. Manny froze. Renan looked at him patiently, and was just at the point of asking again, when Manny grabbed at his hand and pulled it into the general vicinity of his groin. He closed his eyes, flung his head back and gripped the sheets. The patient was tensed for the cut of the knife! But Renan gave the merest touch with the side of his bent fore- finger to the underside of the glans. The corona of the penis flared. He moved his other hand to cup above the shaft, as if warming himself at its heat. Then slowly he began a two hand movement - the lower hand a gentle fist the lower joints of whose fingers formed a knobby flat platform moving along the underside of the penis, while the other hand formed a coving arched over the fist, gently trapping the shaft between them. Slowly it moved up and down the tool, sometimes gripping enough to move the skin over the hard shaft, sometimes barely grazing it. Sometimes the hands would move at different speeds, chafing the surface; sometimes the knuckles or the joints of the fist would be brought into play, their harder knobbles kneading the surface. Manny's eyes were still firmly clenched, as if he were gripping his courage with the lids. His lips were pulled into a rictus, like a smile but clearly not one. He needed to relax if he were to enjoy it. Renan quietly changed his grip, and moved up the bed to kneel beside his loins. Then with his free hand he gently stroked Manny's forehead. At the unexpected contact, his eyes sprang open. Renan cupped his hand beneath his neck, casually grazing the erogenous zone behind his ear, and raised his head so that they could look at each other. Klau- dio raised his eyebrows and nodded slightly: a clear gesture meaning, "Am I doing it right? Are you enjoying it?" Renan changed hands, so that he had a one free to stimulate his balls and upper inside thighs. He knew how far he could go with this at this stage. There must be no hint of a movement towards the anus; even the sensitive point at the root of the scrotum was out of bounds at this stage. It must be purely penile, this orgasm. Slowly Renan worked. This had to be a good one - a better one than a quick hand job - but he could use only limited resources for fear of spooking his charge. A short burst of speed had Manny groan- ing, and the feet started working. His hands, which had released the grip on the sheets now clutched them again, but from ecstasy not fear. His body began to arch up, but Renan knew how to change his grip at the right moment, holding him there for a full minute before reducing the stimulation to allow him to get his breath. Manny's face now looked very different. The strain that showed there now was from a different stable, and the open mouthed smile was real. Five times did Renan make his loins rear up and hold him there, until he was crying out to be allowed to come? Then he came - shooting high to land on his taut, flat belly. Renan risked trapping the later spurts with his lips pressed to the eye of Manny's glans: he was too far gone to notice even if he had bitten the end off. He reeled back, practically in a faint. By the time he was taking notice again, Renan had cleaned him up and zipped his flaccid weapon back into his fly, and began the language lesson as if nothing had happened.

As Manny entered, the lithe figure that had been lying on one of the bunks arose to a relaxed position of attention to greet him. He was about a year older than Manny, though he looked perhaps a little younger than him. In many ways he was similar, a little lighter in build, but clearly athletic. He was black haired, with a light olive skin - the hair thick on his head and brows, but his body clear, except for the inevitable dusting on his legs and lower arms. The perfect tan of him was the product of hours under the sun, with due care to the arrangement of lighter and darker shadings to emphasize his good looks. He had chosen to keep his sexual midriff white, always wearing briefs, because he liked the bright contrast of the darker stomach and thighs and the dramatic shock of thick black pubic hair. He answered to Jag, or `Lightning Loins'. His voice was as smooth as his skin and as dark as his hair. Jag had then taken his clothes off and had lain on his bed read- ing. After a while he expressed surprise that Manny was still dressed and asked him if he were feeling cold. He explained that the heating in the rooms was automatically increased in the later evenings. Manny had then removed all but his underpants. It was fairly obvious that Manny had been observing Jag's body, and Jag had been trying his best to show his best features without making it too obvious that he know he was been examined. Clearly Manny was too virginal to make any overtures, so Jag took the initiative. He asked Manny if he had had sexual release that day. He stated that he would be obtaining relief himself with a friend later, but stated that he would be happy to assist Manny if he required it, and that he would try to have the another friend fetched so that Manny could have some- one to sleep with himself if he desired. Manny was indignant at first, but the idea had been planted in his mind, and soon spread to his loins. Though his mouth refused, his pe- nis showed a different opinion. It soon became clear that he would have to allow Jag to help him for there was to be no privacy for self relief. And the painful hardness showed relief was necessary. Manny submitted to Jag's hands. Jag expressed a wish to help him enjoy him- self as much as possible. When the act was thoroughly underway, and his hands were controlling Manny to a near climax, he had suggested that Manny allow him to use his mouth to make the act even more pleasurable. Manny, who if in a less excited state who most certainly have recoiled from the suggestion, gave a silent acquiescence to Jag, whose warm mouth soon enclosed his shaft. Jag's hands, freed from duty ion the cock, slid easily over An- ton's body, massaging, pressing, brushing, tickling. He knew all of the right spots to give attention to. When his mouth had carried Manny beyond any chance of refusing, his fingers explored his anus - tick- ling the puckered hole till it relaxed. Then an exploring finger entered, searching for the walnut shape that was the prostate gland the seat of orgasm. When the shattering, shuddering climax came, that gland was stimulated from inside and outside. The other hand wrested the last ounce from the balls as the flood of seminal fluid exploded from the spunk store, crashing through the prostate, to fly in spas- modic wads up through the straining, surging shaft, filling Jag's mouth and throat faster than he could cope with it, and flooding out down the sides of the pulsing, dying rod. Later Jag licked him completely clean - ready for the companion whom Manny would certainly now accept to share his bed for the night...