Youth

• YOUTH *

by Matt Dawnstar

It was more than just a little cold out this day, as Jack made his way down the street. I mean, 30 below zero was no laughing matter. But Jack had come prepared. He wore his heaviest down- filled parka, with fur-lined hood, and heavy fur-lined gloves.
Of course, if he'd parked in front of the house he was making for, he wouldn't have to walk as far. But then, this was no ordinary visit he was about to make. You see, it started about two weeks earlier when his friend Doug had spent the day.

Jack and Doug had grown up together. Had known each other since they were five. And at sixteen, they had everything in common. Socially, that is. For in truth, the two were different as night and day, physically. Doug was five-eight and weighed 150 pounds. He had black hair and brown eyes. Jack, on the other hand, was six feet and weighed 175 pounds. He sported red hair and blue eyes. They were true friends, though. They spent the majority of the past ten years together as running mates away from school.
It was the middle of the winter and had been fairly moderate, temperature wise, for three weeks. It had been holding at about ten below during that time. So the two of them were taking advantage of the warm weather to knock around on their snowmobiles together. They had just come in from being out for nearly three hours. And though it was nice, they had gotten mighty chilled. So they were alone at Jack's house, trying to warm up.
They had been talking about this and that for about an hour when the conversation took and unexpected turn. "Doug, what ever happened to those accordion lesson you were taking a few months back?" "I quit," was Doug's simple reply. "How come?" Jack was not trying to pry. He was simply curious. They usually shared everything with each other. It was unusual for Doug to have kept this to himself. "The teacher." This was really peculiar. Doug was usually more open about these things. But Jack decided not to push, so he just waited for something further from his best friend. "I took about three lessons from him," began Doug, not looking at Jack. "On that fourth lesson he said something that scared me." "Who were you getting the lessons from?" "Mr. Powers. You know, that guy that lives about a block from me in that big blue house." Jack knew the one. But this was odd. Both boys had always liked Mr. Powers. He'd always been nice to the boys when they passed by his house. "Anyway, he told me that if I wanted to, that I could run around his house in just my underwear or, if I really wanted to, I nothing at all. Can you believe that!? That was indeed interesting, for Jack. Doug had always been a very private, modest person. He was uncomfortable just showering during gym class.
"That's weird, alright," replied Jack. "So I just left and haven't been back since." The conversation soon moved on to other more important matters, like school, girls and snowmobiles.

That conversation had buzzed through Jack's head ever since. Jack had always loved running around the house in his under- wear or naked, when his parents were around. But since his two younger brothers had reached puberty, he had had to curb that activity. His brothers no longer wanted to do it with him. So he had discontinued the activity for fear of tat- tling by his brothers. Ever since that conversation, Jack had wondered if this might be an opportunity for him to run around like he really wanted to, even if for only a short time. So here he was. First avenue, in the older part of town. He had parked his car several blocks away at the mall and walked here. He didn't want anyone to think that he might be here. Hell, he wasn't really sure what he expected when he got to Mr. Powers' house. But the idea or fantasy of running nude or nearly nude in that house was enough to get him past the initial fear and come this far. His insides were a mess. Butterflies would have been an understatement. He was a mass of apprehension, fear, but most of all anticipation. But could he go through with it. He stood for several minutes at the gate, just looking at the house. It was just as he remembered it. It had been six years since he'd lived in this neighborhood, but the house hadn't changed one bit. Finally gathering every ounce of courage he had, Jack opened the gate and walked the short distance to the porch. Once there, standing before the door, he hesitated once again. It nearly scared him to death when he knocked on the door. He almost hoped that there'd be no answer.....almost. But alas, the door opened almost immediately and there stood Mr. Powers. "Yes?" "Hi, Mr. Powers. You may not remember me, but I'm Jack Fields. I used to live down the block." He appeared to be trying the place the time and place. "Oh yes....the skinning red head. What a surprise. Would you like to come in out of the cold?" "Yes, sir." And in he went. The initial threshold penetrated. Now would come the really hard part. Had Doug been feeding him a line or had he been telling the truth? Mr. Powers took Jack's coat and hung it on the foyer coat tree and then directed Jack into the livingroom. It was a very spacious old house. Every room seemed so huge to Jack, who was used to the small house his parents had bought. In the livingroom was a couch, loveseat, two over- stuffed chairs and five tables. And there was still lots of empty floor space. Mr. Powers directed Jack to sit and then sat on the couch just opposite the chair Jack had chosen. "So, what brings you back to the neighborhood and to my doorstep?" This was it. It was now or never. "You remember Doug Sisson, don't you?" "Oh sure, you two used to run around together. And I believe he took some accordion lessons from me a few months back, but never finished." "Right. Well, Doug was over at my house the other day and we got to talking about that." Mr. Powers didn't react to this. He just sat there and watched Jack. Mr. Powers was in his mid thirties, Jack figured. He was well built and slim. His full head of hair was dark brown with eyes that matched that color. He was just a tad shorter Jack, but probably weighed about the same. "I don't know how to really say this." "Why not just come out and say it. I promise I won't throw you out the door." "Ok. Doug said you offered him the chance to run around you house in his underwear." There was a deadly silence for several seconds during which Jack was able to hear his rapid heartbeat. What if he'd been wrong? The fear he'd been suppressing for the past two weeks was beginning to come forward and take control. He was very near the point of jumping up, grabbing his coat and running out of the house. "And you found that idea interesting, did you?" Jack nearly collapsed in relief. The second hurdle negotiated. "Yes, sir. I used to run around my house when my parents were away and by brothers were younger. But now I'm afraid they'll tell my parents if I do it anymore." Mr. Powers was looking Jack over pretty thoroughly by this time. He noticed the tight brown pants that Jack had worn and the equally tight white shirt that showed off the young man's physique pretty well. Nice, he thought. "So you were wondering if I'd let you come by and visit from time to time and allow you to exercise a little personal freedom." "Yes, sir." "Hmmm. Well, first, if you are going to be running around here nearly naked, you will have to start calling me Pat." "Ok, Pat." "Do you feel better now?" "A little." "But you're still nervous, right?" "Uh-huh." "You've never done this before, except at home with your brothers." Jack simply shook his head in reply. "That first time is always the toughest. Would you like to start today?" This was really more than Jack had hoped for. "Sure." "Well then, why don't you go ahead and undress. You can throw your clothes on that other chair." Jack was really nervous now. He'd never undressed in front of anyone before. At least not for this reason. Only at school in gym class. This was definitely different. But Jack was now determined to proceed. The excitement of getting to fulfill his dream overcame his fear of the un- known. Would Pat want to touch him? And what if he did? Jack removed his shoes and socks and then removed his shirt all while Pat sat there on the couch and watch. With that done, Jack had finally reached the point of real decision. He could continue to reveal himself or he could turn around and give it up. It was at this point of decision that he realized that he was now sporting a raging hard-on. Oh what was he to do? This was very embarrassing. "Don't worry about it, Jack," said Pat. Just then he stood up and removed his pants, revealing jockey shorts and, to Jack's amazement, an equally hard cock. Ooh, that thing was big too. The sight caused Jack's own cock to jump. Jack slowly undid his pants and let them drop to the floor, revealing his bulging jockeys. "Very nice, Jack. Now, would you like something to drink?" Jack was taken by surprise by this. He had expected an advance and was almost disappointed when it did not occur. "Uh....yes, that would be nice." While Pat was off in the kitchen, Jack stepped out of his pants and folded them neatly on the chair, along with the rest of his clothes. "It happens to all the boys who come here, Jack," Pat was saying from the kitchen. "It's really nothing to be embar- rassed about. As you have seen, it still happens to me." Pat returned to find Jack seated in his chair still sporting a rock hard cock. Ooh, this boy was hot, but he knew that Jack had never done anything like this before. He would have to proceed with some caution. But if he didn't make some sort of advance, he knew that Jack would not be back. Of course, he also knew that if he made the advance that Jack may not come back either. But that was the chance he always took with the boys. He leaned over and handed Jack a glass of iced tea. "May I touch you?" "Uh......I guess." Pat stood up and looked down at this scared young man. "That will not do, Jack. In a situation like this, you will have to answer either yes or no. I will abide by you wishes." He paused to let that sink in. "Now, may I touch you?" Jack paused a moment, realizing that this was it. This was the moment he'd dream of all of his teenage life. There would be no turning back from here. His answer would be a turning point, whichever way he answered. Desire overrode caution. "Yes." Pat leaned over and placed his hand gently on Jack's cock, knowing pretty well what would happen next. He held his hand still for a moment, then rubbed that teen crotch softly a couple of times. Oh, god. That touch was fabulous. Jack had never thought that it would feel so good to let another man touch him. And just as that thought ended, Jack got a big surprise. He exploded inside his shorts and all over Pat's hand. Yep, there he went. Pat rubbed Jack until the spasms sub- sided, when removed his hand and went to the kitchen for a towel. Returning, Pat could easily see that Jack was embarrassed by what had just happened. "Hey, don't worry about it," began Pat. "Almost every boy that's visited me and let me touch them has done the same thing. So don't think you're the only one." This did help. Jack just couldn't believe how quickly he'd cum. "Let's see," said Pat, standing over Jack, arms crossed casually. "I'd say that up until a few moments ago you were a virgin, right?" Jack looked into those gentle brown eyes. He couldn't lie to this man. He nodded. "I thought so. I'm honored that you allowed me to be the first." Jack waited a moment, a bit embarrassed by the turn this conversation was taking. Never before had he talked about such things with another person. And yet, here was a man who seemed to understand him. "Did you know why I had come by today, before I'd asked?" "Oh I had a pretty fare idea." "How?" "It's not a big mystery, really. When I took your coat I could tell that you were sporting a pretty hard cock. Those pants of yours leave little to the imagination, being as tight as they are." "Yeh, I know. I hadn't realized I had a boner though." "Not to worry. Your secret's safe with me. Now let's get you cleaned up. Lift you bottom up a bit." Jack did just that and Pat leaned over, grabbed hold of Jack's jockeys and pulled them off, revealing Jack's newly deposited load. Jack really noticed little of this. His eyes had caught sight of something he'd never seen before. Pat's hard cock. Pat glanced up and noticed Jack's stare. "Have you ever touched another cock before?" "When Doug and I were twelve we used to rub each other, but that's all." "Well, I guess that fair is fair." Pat took hold of Jack's right hand, stood and brought that hand up to his crotch. "It's about time that you discovered the joys of touching another man's cock." Jack was surprised by Pat's openness. But once his hand came into contact with Pat's jockeys and the cock and balls hidden beneath, he forgot everything else. "Yeh, that feels real good, being touched," moaned Pat. He was playing it up just a bit so that Jack would relax and start enjoying himself.
Jack had always wondered what it would be like to touch a hard cock other than his own. It was a bit strange, but it was also extremely thrilling. He gently rubbed Pat's balls and ran his hand over the entire length of his cock. It was fascinating watching the reaction of Pat's crotch. The balls moved a bit, and not just from his touch, but almost as if they had a mind of their own. And when he had rubbed that huge cock, it had jumped and began swelling even more, which was something that Jack had thought impossible for as big as Pat's tool was. "Ooh, yes, Jack. That feels great. Now pull off my jockeys and have a real look at it." Pat just knew that Jack had never seen another naked man with a hard on.
Jack couldn't believe this. He was finally doing what he'd had wet dreams about for years. And now this man was going to let Jack see a real cock. One that was hard. He was so excited that when he reached for the waistband of Pat's shorts he noticed that his hands were shaking. But that didn't stop him. He gently pulled the front of those shorts away from Pat's stomach and pulled them slowly down until that trapped rod broke free. He paused instinctively. What a sight. It was huge. Bigger than his own cock. It waved in the air slightly, mere inches from his face. The mushroom head glistening from the pre-fuck juices that had been staining Pat's shorts. Those juices now collected into a drop at the very tip. And that drop beckoned to Jack. He wanted to find out what it tasted like. But what would Pat think, or say? Pat noticed the stare and hesitation. Jack wanted so much to taste that droplet, he could tell. But, just like most of the other boys, he was unsure of the reaction that would accompany such an act. All Pat's boys were new to this when they first arrived. And he had learned over the years that it usually required only a slight movement on his part to convey the idea that these boys' wildest dreams could be realized. So Pat moved ever so slightly so that the head of his cock nearly touched Jack's lips. Closer that thing moved towards him. Could it be....could this really mean that Pat wanted him to reach out with his tongue and take that tiny, yet growing, drop into his mouth? He had nothing to lose by trying, he decided. Jack pulled the jockeys down Pat's legs as far as he could, his head automatically closing the remaining distance between his lips and that glistening snack. And just as he was about to stick out his tongue and take that drop, he had a thought. Well, in for a penny, in for a pound, he thought. Instead of licking at that drop, Jack opened his mouth and slipped the head of Pat's cock into his mouth. He just had to know what it tasted like. He'd seen pictures of girls sucking on guys cocks and he'd always been curious what that would taste like. Pat was surprised. He usually had to coax his boys into sucking on his cock. He generally had to demonstrate it for them. Jack, it appeared, was more curious than the rest. "Yes," he sighed. "That's the way. Watch those teeth, though." Jack quickly adjusted his mouth so that his teeth were well clear of the skin. Then he moved his tongue and took that pre-cum and tasted it.
Not bad, he thought. A little salty, but I like it. But then he got to wondering what to do next. He only ever seen still pictures of this sort of thing. He looked up to find Pat looking down at him through slitted eyelids. It was a "what next" look Pat saw through his nearly closed eyes. He'd seen many times before. "Just move your head back and forth a bit. Get as much of that thing into your mouth as you can, then pull back. Move your tongue around it a bit too." Pat then closed his eyes completely and let himself enjoy what was about to happen. Jack did just what Pat had said. He slipped his mouth over that prick, trying to take the entire length into his mouth. But it was just too long. He got most of it though. He hoped that it would be enough. Then he slowly pulled back. It was amazing to Jack how something that you pissed with could taste so good. And what a sensation. Then he got to conjuring images of what that must feel like to have someone do that to him. He was thinking about what Pat must be feeling, imagining that it was Pat doing it to him. He was lost in those thoughts and therefore missed the signs. Suddenly he found his mouth being filled with Pat's cum. Oh, this was not something he'd thought of. Did he really want to go through with this? But the question was now academic. As that first blast hit the back of his throat he instinctively swallowed. And he had to keep swallowing as blast after blast filled his mouth. Yet, no matter how fast he swallowed, he just couldn't keep up with the flow. Small rivulets began trick- ling out the corners of his mouth and down his chin. When finally the flood stopped, Pat pulled his cock from Jack's mouth, knowing that Jack had just done something unexpected. Pat had known that if given the choice, that Jack would not have opted to take that load down his throat. But Pat knew from experience that most boys, not all, but most, really enjoyed it once they'd gotten past the uncer- tainty of the idea. "That was really a great job, Jack." Jack smiled, the small rivulets of white goo moving down his chin, to his neck and then started down his bare chest. "Did you enjoy it?" asked Pat. "Uh huh." Jack was just too surprised to say more. He had enjoyed it. Really enjoyed it.
"I'm glad. You really did a fine job. You surprised me. Most of my boys don't do that the first time they visit. But then, you are different than most of the boys. I'm glad you came by today, Jack." "So am I." "Now, let's see if I can't get you cleaned up." Jack sat back and was surprised to find that his recently discharged tool was standing at full attention once again. Now that had never happened before. He had never been able to get himself hard so soon after cumming. "Well I guess you did enjoy that, didn't you." Pat knelt down and pushed Jack's legs apart. "I think I'll just show you what I was feeling a few moments ago." Jack was dumbfounded. He'd come to this house to simply escape his clothing for a time. And yet, here he was, fulfilling his wildest fantasy. Fulfilling and more....much more. Pat leaned forward and slipped Jack's cum covered cock into his mouth and immediately started a rhythm. "Aaahhhh." Jack's imagination could never have conjured that feeling. Pat's soft, warm lips on his cock. His tongue exploring every inch of Jack's prick. The warmth. The softness. The tingling in his stomach, as though Pat had reached inside of him with his tongue and was tickling his insides. "Mmmmmmmmmmm." Pat loved to watch the boys while he gave them their first blowjob. It was always such a turn-on for him. Jack could feel every muscle in his body begin to clench and relax..clench and relax. His heart was beating so hard and so fast that he was sure that Pat could hear it. He began to perspire. Beads of sweat formed on every part of his body and began running down his body toward his crotch as if trying to become a part of this new and wonderful experience. Pat started to move his hands over Jack's stomach and chest, massaging the sweat into the skin. When he located the nipples on Jack's chest, he began to lightly rub them. This brought Jack to new heights of excitement. He began squirm- ing in the chair. Jack's breathing began to come in rapid, short breaths. He was in ecstasy. And a small part of his mind thought that this just couldn't be happening. Jack was normally so ticklish that the mere thought of someone touching his stomach sent him into fits. But here was this fabulous man, doing these unimaginable things to him, all the while touch- ing and rubbing his stomach and playing with his nipples. Jack tasted good. The sweet cum from Jack's first ejacula- tion filled Pat's mouth and tantalized his taste buds. He wanted more of that sweet juice.
Pat picked up the pace as Jack began to squirm and moan with new energy. He saw Jack's balls begin to pull up tight against the boy's legs and knew that he would soon get his wish. No sooner had that thought passed than Jack's body stif- fened, his back and ass thrust up and off the chair, nearly choking Pat with the sudden motion. But he held on and was soon rewarded with the sweet taste of love juices flowing into his mouth and down his throat. Jack's entire body convulsed and stiffened as he exploded into Pat's mouth. And not just his cock. His body exploded with fire. His mind erupted as well. His whole body took part in his release in a way that he'd never experienced before. Cumming had always been a great sensation, but this brought new meaning to the word.
The squeal that escaped his lips lasted for as long as did his cumming. Not loud, but steady. And that was another part of the excitement. That squeal seemed to raise his level of excitement and release. Every nerve in his body tingled. Every hair felt as though it were standing on end. His nostrils flared. His eyes rolled into the back of his head. His ears began to ring. His body would have shaken if it hadn't been so stiff. Pat couldn't believe what he was experiencing. This boy was cumming like nobody's business. He was lost in the experience of really cumming for the first time. Pat had only seen one other boy cum like this. Pat knew from that boy's description that Jack was enraptured with the feelings that were pulsing through his body. He was taking each new feeling and wrapping himself in it. And that only heightened the experience. It went on for an eternity. Jack lost himself in it. But all good things must end, or so he'd been told. And when this finally ended, he was disappointed to a degree. Oh to have that feeling all the time. He collapsed, exhausted. He lay quietly as Pat continued to suck on his cock. His breathing was rapid and deep, like he'd just run a race. His muscles were slowly relaxing, aching just a bit from the experience. His heart continued to beat rapidly. His body shook violently each time Pat's tongue sweeped across the ultra sensitive head of his cock. Pat licked up every drop of cum he could find, released Jack's cock and began licking up the cum that still remained from Jack's first cum. When he was satisfied that he'd gotten every drop there was to have, he got up and went to the couch to sit and wait for Jack to recover from the exertion and excitement of the moment. It was at least five minutes before Jack opened his eyes.
"Is it always like that?" "It can be. You let me know after a couple of weeks." Yeh!, thought Jack. He wants me to come back. Jack couldn't think of anything to say, so he simply smiled. "I don't have to ask, I could tell that you enjoyed that. Was it everything you'd thought it'd be?" "And more. I had no idea that it'd be that great.......or this exhausting." Jack still felt like he'd be unable to move for hours. His muscles were now so relaxed that he just couldn't get them to move.
"Take pride in that, Jack. I've only seen one other boy cum the way you did. Most just shoot their load and then are ready to get up and leave." "I couldn't move if I wanted to." He sat there for half and hour, saying little, as he re- gained voluntary movement in his limbs. Pat, too, stayed, saying nothing, enjoying the residual aura from the moment. When Jack finally shifted his body and sat up in the chair he felt his cheeks rubbing cum into the fabric of the seat. "I think I made a mess in your chair, Pat. Sorry about that." "Not to worry," said Pat, rising from the couch. "That chair has been stained so many times that it is used to it. That's why I got a chair that has removable cushions in the seat and back. I just remove the covers and throw them in the washer. Good as new in no time." Jack smiled, rising from his seat. "Good idea. Can I help in any way?" "Nah. I'll just remove the covers and place them along with you soiled shorts into the washer. Why don't you go up- stairs and get us a shower started." "Ok." It took Jack a few minutes to find the bathroom, since the only one on the upper floor with a shower was located in the master bedroom. The other two had tubs but no shower heads. By the time Jack had gotten the shower started and the temperature adjusted to the proper temperature, Pat had completed his task and stood in the bathroom door. "How would you like it if I washed you?" "Sounds interesting. Sure." Jack stepped into the shower, leaving the shower door open. The shower was one of those booth type. There was room for about one person when the door was closed but not much else. He handed the soap bar to Pat, got his entire body good and wet, then moved the shower head so that the soap would not get rinsed off as soon as it was applied. Although very ticklish normally, Jack discovered that he seemed immune to the problem when a man touched him. And so Pat was able to lather and rub down every part of Jack's body without hindrance. He lathered every inch of that young body, except the crotch, then rubbed the boy down real good. Finally he had Jack rinse. He'd saved the best part for last, having a pretty good idea what would happen when this hot, horny boy started getting his crotch washed. And sure enough, Pat was right. He no sooner had touched Jack's rod with his soapy hands than things started to grow. But Pat had no intention of letting Jack cum. He stroked that crotch area, cock, balls and all, until he was sure that it was squeaky clean then had him rinse. Then Pat had them switch positions and told Jack that it was his turn to wash him. Jack learned quickly. He did precisely what Pat had done, lingering perhaps a little longer at the crotch than Pat had, but that didn't bother or surprise Pat in the slight- est. Jack was simply exploring all these new experiences to their fullest. When Jack finally announced that he was done playing, they dried each other off and went into the bedroom. Jack had not really looked at the bedroom when he'd first come through. But he did so now. The room was very large. A king-sized bed sat in the center of one wall. There were, to his surprise and fascination, satin sheets on it, but no blankets. A dresser sat against a second wall, right next to the open door of a walk-in closet. It was at the dresser that Pat had gone and was rummaging around inside the top drawer. Finding what he was looking for he turned and walked over to where Jack stood, a pair of satin bikini underwear in each hand. In the right hand was a white pair, while in the left he carried a light blue pair. "Why don't you try one of these on. I think you'll like the way they feel." Jack chose the white pair and immediately slipped them on.
"You aren't kidding. These feel fantastic." "Glad you like them," said Pat as he adjusted his balls inside the light blue pair he had slipped into. "They are thin enough, you'll notice, to show a good outline of what the wearer has inside there." Jack, no longer embarrassed to do so, stared pointedly at Pat's crotch and saw that what he'd said was true. Then he looked at his own and was pleased by the bulge produced by his own equipment. "Looks good on you," said Pat. "I'd say, in fact, that you like them too well." Jack laughed lightly at the remark, because he was beginning to react to the feel of the smooth, soft material as it rubbed against his cock. There could be no doubt that his cock was growing rapidly as the material began to stretch and move to accommodate the leftward movement of his cock head. "Seems so." "Why don't you come and lay on the bed. If you think that feels good, wait till your body experiences the feel of satin all over it." Jack did just that. He laid on the satin sheet and began to slowly move his entire body over the bed. This only in- creased the speed at which his cock grew. In no time his rod was pushing seriously at the material which had it jailed. Pat said nothing. He simply laid down on the bed next to Jack and reached his hand out and began rubbing the wet spot that was rapidly spreading out from the obvious head. Jack reached out and did likewise. It took them both only a short time to get really hot. When Pat was sure that they both were ready for more games, he moved around so that each of their faces were staring at the other's cock. Simultaneously, they pulled each other's briefs off and began sucking each other's cocks. This time, however, Pat decided that he'd see just how game this boy was. Pat was alternating between sucking on Jack's cock and licking his balls. Every time he moved to lick the boy's balls he'd move closer and closer toward the base of his ball sack.
Each time Pat moved closer to that base, Jack would spread his legs a little further apart, until he finally had one foot on the bed just above the knee of his other leg. This gave Pat an unobstructed view of Jack's virgin ass.
Oh Pat wanted to fuck that hole, but knew that he would leave the job of first penetration to another. Pat would simply find out if Jack would allow the touch. So Pat moved once more down Jack's ball sack, but did not stop at the base this time, but continue down until his tongue was touching and massaging the cute pucker. Jack was not prepared for this and nearly pulled away. But when he finally relaxed, he discovered that this new sensa- tion was at least as great as all the rest he'd experienced this day. Oh what the heck, he thought, and moved into a position so that he could do the same thing to Pat. It was exciting to be doing this, he discovered.
Jack could feel Pat's tongue as it explored the outer rim and began to test the threshold, finally sticking his tongue inside the orifice. Jack was copying exactly what he was feeling. They both lay there for a moment, their tongues jutting in and out of each other's ass, then almost simul- taneously erupted onto the bedsheets and each other. It was not the same experience as in the livingroom, Jack decided. But it was pretty good. After a short rest to recover, Pat ran downstairs and put the chair covers and shorts into the drier, while Jack stepped into the shower and washed himself off. When Pat had taken his shower, they retired to the kitchen where they sat, in the nude, and ate a snack and got a bit to drink. When the drier signaled that it had finished its task, Jack got dressed and prepared to leave. He had been there for nearly two hours. "You'll come back, won't you, Jack?" "I think you're going to have a hard time getting rid of me." "Good. Here," said Pat, slipping a piece of folded paper into Jack's hand. "You give me a call before you come over next time, Ok?" "Sure thing." Jack paused a moment, staring into Pat's warm eyes. Then he stepped forward and embraced Pat. "Thank you." Pat was thrilled and returned the hug. Then as Jack started to pull away, Pat took Jack's chin in his hand and planted a kiss on those soft, youthful lips. "No. Thank you." Jack left the house, and smiled all the way home. Jack beat his meat every night for the remainder of that week, remembering that fabulous Wednesday afternoon with Pat. He even managed to sneak in a jack-off once or twice at school on Friday. Jack could think of nothing else. He desperately wanted to go back to visit Pat again. But his homework load delayed that until the weekend. On Friday night he gave Pat a call. "Hi ya, Jack." "Hi Pat. I was wondering if I could visit you tomorrow." "Sure!" answered Pat, enthusiastically. "Say, would you mind if I invited one of my other boys to join us? He's your age." "I ..... sure, why not. Do I know him?" "You'll meet him when you get here Saturday." "Ok, see you then."

Jack went to bed early Friday night, knowing that he was going to need a full night's sleep for what was planned for Saturday. He slept well and woke early, anxious to be off. But first he had to shovel the snow from the drive, but that didn't take long. It was ten in the morning when he was finally done with the chores and was able to take off for Pat's house. Fortunately, his parents had gotten out of the habit of asking where he was going. He simply told them that he'd be home after dark. He hoped the day would last that long, anyway. Jack arrived about ten-thirty, parking his car, this time, behind Pat's house, in the drive that wound around to the back. His car would not be visible from the street, and he wouldn't have to walk as far in the cold. Pat was waiting at the door when Jack got there. He let the boy in and immediately hugged and kissed him. Jack returned the embrace and kiss with enthusiasm. When they separated, Pat took them into the livingroom. "I hope you thought about me a couple of times since Wednesday." Pat smiled as he asked this. "Are you kidding? That's ALL I've been able to think about. In fact, I almost got caught jacking off in the school restroom yesterday." Jack laughed. Then thought had great it was to be able to talk to someone like this. To be able to talk about sex and jacking off without embarrassment. "Well, I'm glad you didn't get caught. You didn't wear that thing out, did you?" "No, no. I left plenty for you. In fact, I managed to refrain from jacking off last night, though it was hard." "What was hard? The refraining or your cock?" "Both. But the refraining was harder." They laughed. "Is your friend here yet?" "No. He said he'd be here about noon. He had chores to do." "Yeh, me too. I was able to get mine done quickly though." "I'm glad. So how bout we both get comfortable while we wait for my friend to arrive." And that is just what they did. They went upstairs, stripped and then they each put on a pair of Pat's sexy satin briefs. "I notice that you were able to get the stain out of the sheets." "So long as I wash them right away, it's never a problem." They then went back downstairs and talked over a dish of cookies and a glass of tea. Jack had really been paying no attention to the time and nearly jumped out of his chair when the doorbell rang. "Don't worry," said Pat as he went to answer to door. "It's just my friend. I saw him walking up the walk." Jack stayed in the livingroom and waited. He wondered if he'd know this boy. "Come on in. You're the last to arrive. Why don't you go on up and slip into something more comfortable, then you can come down and I'll introduce you to our guest." There was no reply, however. Pat came back in and sat down in his customary place on the couch. They sat in silence while they waited for the mystery boy to return. Jack was just beginning to wonder what had happened to Pat's friend when he got the shock, and the thrill, of his life. "Hey, Jack." Jack turned around slowly, not believing his ears. But seeing was believing. There stood his boyhood buddy, Doug. He was dressed in the same type of briefs as he and Pat, except that his were black. "What the hell are you doing here? You said.." "I know. I said that because I wasn't sure you'd understand." Now Doug and Jack had been friends since the age of five, and had been inseparable until his parents had moved them out of town at age twelve. He had only recently returned. The two boys had fondled each other many times during those early years. But since Doug had returned, there had been no such activity. "It's been four years, Jack. I wasn't sure if you still liked playing with cocks. You never gave any clue." "Neither did you. But what about that story you told me about your accordion lesson?" "I'm sorry about that. But it was the only way I knew of to find out if you were interested without coming out and just asking. I figured if you were, you'd check out Pat." "Actually, Jack," interrupted Pat. "It was my idea. When Doug told me about you, I figured that this would be the safest way for Doug to learn the truth." "So you knew what I was up to the minute I introduced myself." "Before that, actually. I watched you as you stood at the gate. Doug had described you to a tee. So I was pretty sure who you were and why you were here." "So you called Doug afterward and told him I'd come." "No he didn't," said Doug. "I didn't know you were going to be Pat's friend. He only told me that he had invited a boy about my age to join us today. But I knew it was you the minute I saw you sitting there." "You boys are upset, are you? It seemed like the thing to do, at the time. I wonder if maybe I made the right decision, not telling each of you about the other." "No," answered both boys in unison. "I am just surprised, is all," finished Jack. "Me too," said Doug. "Alright, then. Why don't we all sit for a bit and get to know more about each other." The boys each chose a chair, while Pat remained where he was on the couch. "You seemed so modest," began Jack. "You kept saying how you hated showering at school because you had to get naked in front of everyone." "I know. But I had to learn to be less obvious about my desires. You see, I let it slip one time when I was fourteen. I lost all my friends and got harassed miserably, until my parents moved again. I vowed that I'd never let anyone know what I was really wanting." "So what happened to change that?" "Moving back here and seeing you. I remembered all those times when we were little when we'd play with each other and play strip poker. I wanted so badly to tell you, but I was afraid that if you'd changed, you wouldn't understand." "So how did you meet Pat?" "Oh, I knew about Pat from when we were little. I had a friend that told me about him. But we moved before I could get the courage to come here." Pat said nothing. He simply sat, watched, and listened as these two old friends got to really know each other. He sat smiling a lot. "When I got back, one of the first things I did was come here to see if he still lived here. When I saw him that first time through the window as I walked by I was thrilled. But it took me nearly a month before I had the nerve to knock on his door." "Boy, do I know how that feels. I was so scared, I almost didn't knock. Then I hoped that he wouldn't be home." Both boys became silent as each remembered that first time with Pat. Pat too was thinking about those first times with these two friends. He was also thinking about what would happen today. But first he wanted to give them a chance to experience each other, without his help. "Ok, boys. I think it's time for you two to go on upstairs and get really acquainted. I will say one thing before you go though. You two are my favorite boys of all the boys that come by here." He paused and watched both boys blush. "And Jack, remember when I said that I had met only one other boy who had reacted the way you did your first time?" "Yes?" Pat answered by pointing discreetly towards Doug. Both boys smiled at this, knowing exactly what Pat meant. "Now get out of here, you two. I'll join you later." Both boys got up and walked over, gave Pat a kiss and said thank you for getting them together. "Oh, go on." Pat smiled.

Doug led them to one of the spare bedrooms. There was another king-sized bed in it, made up with satin sheets, just like in the master bedroom. There was only one nightstand to fill the remaining space. Jack noticed that the blind was pulled and the curtains drawn together. Jack stood just inside the door, while Doug walked over and sat on the end of the bed. They stayed like that for several minutes, just looking at each other. It was Jack who finally broke the silence. "Did you cum in your shorts the first time Pat touched you?" "You too?" asked Doug in response. Jack nodded. "I was so embarrassed." This was all that was needed to break the ice. "I couldn't believe I'd done it," said Doug. "I almost got up and left, I was so embarrassed." "I came very close to crying," laughed Jack. "I assume that Pat gave you a blowjob." "Only after I'd given him one," replied Jack. "You gave him a blowjob on your first day!?" "Yeh. Why, didn't you?" "Uh-uh. I didn't do that until my third visit." Doug was amazed at his friend's boldness. "When did you come by, and what else did you do?" There was a sort of awe in his voice. Jack sat down next to his friend. "Wednesday. And I've been dying to come back ever since. Today's the first day I've been able to get away." He paused, took a deep breath and related all that had happened on that afternoon. Doug sat, wide eyed, listening to all that he'd done on that first time. He wished that he'd been so bold his first time. It would have really saved a lot of time.

He stood at the door for quite a while, wishing for the courage to knock. Yet he just couldn't bring himself to raise his hand. What if he was wrong. What if Mr. Palmer wasn't what that boy had claimed all those years ago. He nearly fainted when the door opened, revealing Mr. Palmer, just as he'd always looked. "Hi. Can I help you?" Did he knock? Had he really done that? But no, he knew that he hadn't. "I been watching you for several minutes from the front window. Why don't you come in out of the cold and we can find out what's on your mind." Pat recognized the boy, but couldn't remember why. He looked familiar, but just couldn't place from where or when. Doug moved almost mechanically past the threshold wondering what he was letting himself in for. Would this be the opening of a new life or the disaster of disasters. Mr. Palmer took Doug's coat and hung it in the foyer. Then he led the young man into the livingroom and persuaded him to take a seat. Then he took his own seat on the couch and watched the young man, wondering why he was here. But it was great just getting the opportunity to sit and watch this well built boy. He was about five-eight and weighed probably 150 pounds. He had black hair and brown eyes. And his crotch was a good size. The lad was well endowed. There didn't appear to be any fat on him either. His clothes were form fitting and there was no evidence of any extra baggage. "What's your name, son?" "Doug Sisson," he answered, surprised to hear his own voice. "Oh yes, I remember now. I knew I recognized you. You used to live in the neighborhood, didn't you." "Yes, sir." Hmmm. How was he going to get this boy to tell him why he'd come? "So tell me, what brings you back to the old neighborhood?" He couldn't think of any better way to do it. Doug was really afraid. This was wrong. He just knew that he'd made a mistake.
"Can you at least give me a clue?" Pat began to wonder if maybe this boy wasn't looking for sex. The really silent ones usually were. But getting them to say it was always tough. Doug thought about that for a moment. Maybe that would work. Just a hint of why he was here. If Mr. Palmer didn't understand the hint, then Doug would know that he'd made a mistake and could leave without making too big a fool of himself. "Shorts." Pat thought about that a moment, puzzled. But then he remembered that when he'd last seen Doug that he'd been offering boys the chance to run around his house in their underwear. He smiled. What a way to begin a weekend. This boy just walks into his house and wants to run around nearly naked. And maybe more.
"Well, now. I haven't offered anyone the chance to run around my house in their underwear in years. How old are you, Doug?" "Sixteen, sir." "Hmm. Ok. I'll let you run around in your underwear, but you have to stop calling me Mr. Palmer or sir. My name is Pat." Pat noticed that Doug's crotch was stirring and growing. What an opportunity this could be. "If it'll make it easier for you, I'll run around in my short too." "Ok," whispered Doug. Pat stood and quickly stripped down to his skivvies, noticing that Doug just sat there watching. He was watching his crotch in particular. Maybe. It had been some time since he'd had a new boy to love. The other four boys that stopped by from time to time were beginning to lose interest. Pat finally stood up and gave Doug a full frontal view. "Well?" Doug stirred. Rising slowly to his feet, he slipped his shoes off his feet and started unbuttoning his shirt. He slipped the shirt off and draped it over the back of the chair next to the one he'd been sitting in. When he glanced over at Pat, he noticed that the bulge in the man's shorts was growing. It was at this point that he realized that his own cock was nearly hard. Oh well, if Pat is not ashamed of the reaction, then he figured he could live with it. He quickly pulled off his pants and draped them over the shirt. So there he was, standing in this stranger's house in his underwear, his cock getting harder by the second. Pat watched Doug undress, knowing the his own cock was getting harder with each movement of this gorgeous boy. When Doug had finished and just stood there, avoiding Pat's eyes, Pat knew that he was going to have to make the first advance. But then, that was how it always was. "Would you like to touch me, Doug?" Pat walked over and stood directly in front of the boy, noticing that Doug's eyes never strayed from Pat's crotch. "Go ahead, it's Ok." Unbelievable, thought Doug. He slowly raised his hand until he grazed the bulging crotch before his eyes. Pat didn't so much as flinch. So Doug opened his hand and wrapped his fingers around the huge bulge. What an experience. To finally touch another man's hard cock and balls after all these years of fantasizing about it. It felt better than he'd ever thought it would. Pat was just barely able to control his urge to blast a load into this young man's hand. He withstood the temptation, though. But now it was his turn. He reached down and place his right hand on Doug's left hip and slowly moved it across the fabric until his hand cupped the boys rocks and rod. Doug fairly exploded when Pat wrapped his hand around Doug's crotch. Every nerve and muscle reacted, tingling and stiffening all at the same time. And then there was the embarrassing realization that he was spunking in his shorts from that simple touch. Oh god, what would Pat think of him. He'd probably laugh. But there was no laughter from Pat. He just stood there and rubbed Doug's cock until the convulsions ended. Only once had a boy walked into his house and not cum like this from the first touch. He loved it. He was enjoying the sensation of Doug's warm cum as it soaked through the fabric of his shorts and covered his hand. Suddenly, Pat gasped. Doug nearly jumped out of his skin think- ing he'd done something wrong. But before he could move he began feeling warm fluid filling his hand. He looked down and saw, to his amazement, that Pat was cumming in his shorts too, all over Doug's hand. When Pat had emptied himself, he looked into Doug's amazed face. "See, it happens to all guys once in a while. There's nothing to be ashamed or embarrassed of." There was a short silence in which was heard only the sound of two hands rubbing two crotches. It was a slick, almost gurgling sound. Pat suddenly had a thought. He just might get away with it. So he released his hold on Doug's wet jockeys and slipped his thumbs under the wasteband. "Better wash these before you go home. Don't want your mother seeing these." He slowly knelt down, pushing the shorts to Doug's ankles. Then, just as Doug lift one foot to allow Pat to pull his shorts completely off, Pat leaned over and engulfed Doug's sticky, semi- hard cock. Doug stood stock still and gasped. He had certainly not expected this. He very nearly yanked his prick out of Pat's mouth, but noticed to his shear joy the sensation of Pat's warm mouth and tongue on his pecker. His imagination could never have prepared him for this feeling. Slowly, Pat move Doug to a position directly in front of the nearest chair. He then pushed ever so slightly, forcing Doug to sit. He then grabbed Doug's legs just behind the knees and pulled, forcing his butt to move toward the very edge of the cushion.
Once there, Pat gently pushed the boy's legs apart so that he could gain full access to Doug's crotch.
By the time Pat had gotten Doug into the proper position, the boy's cock was nearly fully erect again. Pat had to smile to himself. It was pleasing to see that he hadn't forgotten how to make a boy cum in rapid succession. Doug couldn't have gotten away even if he'd wanted to. And he definitely did not want to. He simply laid his back and closed his eyes and release all control of his body over to this wonder- ful man who was generating these new sensations of pleasure. Having gotten just the right positioning, Pat was able to suck on Doug's cock, move down and lick and suck on his balls, and even make the occasional trek down to his puckered little ass. He kept this up for nearly ten minutes and was really enjoying himself. Doug tasted so clean. So....so....so youthful.....so sweet. He'd nearly forgotten what a virgin tasted like. It'd been so long. He was, in fact, having such a good time that he nearly missed his chance to catch Doug's full load of cum. But he brought himself back to reality just in time to wrap his mouth around Doug's cock and almost immediately began tasting the sweet teen cum as it cascaded down his throat. Doug was lost. Lost in a world of sights, sounds and feelings, the likes of which he could never have imagined. His body convulsed once and went hard as a board. At the same moment he began hearing a ringing in his ears, seeing flashes of multi- colored light inside his mind's eye. His breathing came in short gasps. He heard and scream and wondered where that had come from, then realized that it was his own voice he was hearing. Not that he had any control over it anyway. Every muscle, every nerve exploded with sensations. Tingling, burning feelings pulsed throughout his entire body. Oh god, how long would it last. Don't ever let it end. Don't stop. Arrggghhhh!!!! His mind echoed the voice he was hearing. Pat was astonished. Never had he encountered such an intense reaction before. It was a new and exciting thrill for him. He did everything he could think of to prolong the experience. He reached up and began playing with the boy's nipples. He swirled his tongue around his ultra sensitive cock head.
It worked, too. For even though Doug had stopped cumming, he was still locked in the same position, still screamed, still had no voluntary control of his body. But it would not last forever. And sure enough, Doug finally collapsed in a heap, breathing heavily. Sweat ran down his body like small creeks making their way toward a lake. And that lake was forming in and around Doug's navel. "Just sit and relax," said Pat as he rose and took their cum- filled underwear to the laundry room and threw them into the washer and started the machine.

"That doesn't sound too bad." "Oh, it was great. I just wish, now, that...." "What?" interrupted Jack. "You had a good time, right?" "Yeh." "Well? Just think of all the fun you've had since. I was simply making up for lost time. I bet you've done things since then that I haven't." "A few." "Ok....teach me." With that, Jack reached over and began rubbing Doug's rock hard tool.
"Jack?" "Yeh?" "Have you ever stuck things up you ass?" Jack stopped his rubbing. How could Doug have known? "Some times." "Did you like it?" "Yeh. But it was hard to do and enjoy at the same time." "I know. Would you let me stick something up your ass?" This surprised Jack. But the idea also excited him. "Like what?" "This." Doug reached down and pulled down his briefs, releasing his cock. It stood straight up. Was about the same size and thickness of Jack's. There was a full black bush at the base. Jack thought about that a moment. "Will it hurt?" "Only a little. Only at first. Pat's shown me how to do it so that it doesn't hurt much at all. Really, Jack, you can't imagine how fabulous it feels. Pat has screwed me several times. I can't get enough of it." "Ok. What do I have to do?" Doug ran over to the nightstand and pulled a tube of something from the drawer then returned. "Just stand at the end of the bed and bend way over, until your head is touching the bed." Jack did as instructed, pulling off his briefs as he assumed the designated position. He felt somewhat embarrassed to be sticking his ass into his friends face this way. "I know, it's embarrassing the first time," said Doug, knowing what Jack was feeling. He'd felt the same when Pat had screwed him the first time. "But that feeling won't last long." "Now just try to relax." Doug then knelt down behind Jack and began licking at Jack's ass. Now this was a feeling he knew. And Doug was doing a great job. Doug just couldn't believe he was finally doing this with Jack. He'd beat off hundreds of times while thinking about his life- long friend. Granted, he's never imagined anything like this, but that didn't matter. He was with Jack and they were going to become closer than ever. Doug worked furiously at Jack's fuck hole. At the same time he was lubricating his cock with the KY he'd pulled from the night- stand. When Jack started to squirm and push his ass into Doug's face, Doug took his first finger, lubed it and pushed it slowly into Jack's waiting ass. He worked this finger around a bit, then inserted a second finger. He rotated these until he felt Jack relax. Finally, he inserted a third finger and waited. "How does that feel?" "Ooo, Doug. That's great."
"Ok," said Doug, as he stood and placed the head of his cock at Jack's ass. "Now just relax your ass. You might try pushing just a bit, like you're taking a shit. I'll go slowly." Jack did as he was told. He could feel Doug's cock as it pushed at his hole. Jack pushed back at that cock, just like Doug had said. And as easily as that, Jack felt Doug's cock head enter him. Oh there was a little pain, but the thrill he suddenly felt overrode any pain or fear there may have been. Doug stood still, waiting for some indication from Jack that he was ready to go further. And that signal was not long in coming either. Jack began pushing his body back, forcing Doug's cock further and further into his hot, hungry orifice. Doug just stood there and let Jack set the initial pace. The sensation of Doug's cock entering and filling his ass was odd. Like being filled up. He desperately wanted that entire piece of meat inside. He pushed slowly but steadily until he finally felt Doug's balls and pubic hair laying against his ass cheeks. Jack's ass felt great. Hot, hungry and so willing. Doug was surprised by Jack's eagerness and the ease with which his ass had swallowed Doug's cock. They stood like that for a moment without a word. "Now what?" whispered Jack. "Just relax and let me do the work this time." With that, Doug began to slowly fuck his friend. Slow, steady withdrawal, then and equally slow and steady insertion. He kept up this pace until he could feel Jack begin trying to increase the speed. "Faster, Doug." So he began to slowly increase the speed. It only took a minute or so before Doug was really plowing into Jack's ass. Of course Jack was helping out by driving his ass onto Doug's cock. Doug soon began to feel the cum moving up his shaft, toward release.
"I'm gonna cum, Jack." "Yes, yes. Cum, Doug. Cum inside me. Fill me up." And that is precisely what Doug did. He thrust one final time and then shot every thing he had into Jack's ass. "Oh, that feels good," moaned Jack, as he began to feel Doug's hot cum fill his insides. They stood like that until Doug's cock had gone completely soft, at which time he pulled it out with a slight pop. Jack collapsed onto the bed. "I never imagined that would feel so great." "Me either," said Doug from beside Jack. "I wasn't quite as willing as you were my first time." "To each his own." "Jack, fuck me." "I don't think I can." He then rolled over, revealing the puddle of cum that he'd been laying on. "Couldn't control myself. I started cumming the minute you did." "Oh, poor baby." Doug then moved down and took Jack's limp cock into his mouth. It took several minutes but he soon had that cock at full attention. "Now, Jack." Doug automatically assumed his place at the end of the bed. He then scooped up a handful of Jack's cum off the sheet and lubricated Jack's cock and his ass. "Just stick it in there." So Jack got behind Doug and began pushing his cock into Doug's ass. It surprised Jack how easily his cock went in. Within moments he was plowing his buddy just like his buddy had plowed him only minutes earlier. There was no sense of time for either of them. It could have been minutes of hours. But finally Jack let it fly. "I'm cummmmmmiiiiiinnnnnnngggggggg!!!!!!!" Unlike Doug, however, Jack did not simply stand still. He continued his fucking motion until his rapidly shrinking cock popped out of Doug's ass. They collapse together on the bed. Jack lay half on and half off his buddy. It was like this that they both fell asleep.

The boys had been gone for nearly an hour and Pat was dying of curiosity. So he went upstairs and walked to the virtually invisible panel between the two spare rooms. He pressed the hidden button and heard the familiar sound of the locking mecha- nism releasing. He pushed the door open and entered the small room. The room was just barely wide enough for two people to stand shoulder to shoulder in. And it was just long enough for him to lay in. On either side walls were the viewing sides of two way mirrors, looking into the bedrooms on either side. Pat had used this many time to observe the boys that had visited but had not wanted to play with him, but were more than willing to play with each other.
Admittedly, it wasn't the ideal way to get your rocks off, but a person learns to make due when other options are unavailable. Today, however, he was not here to get his rocks off. He was simply curious as to the progress being made by his two new young friends. What he observed was satisfying. It was good to see that his judgement of Doug had not been wrong. That boy, Pat had judged, loved to fuck and get fucked. That was why he had refrained from initiating Jack that first day. He knew that he would get these two boys together and he had wanted them to have something to experiment with. What he saw was Doug, leaning over the end of the bed, being fucked by Jack. And Jack did not seem to be minding the ex- perience at all. They had apparently been at it for some time, for Pat had arrived just in time to see the culmination of their efforts. Jack suddenly moaned, "I'm cummmmmmiiiiiinnnnnnngggggggg!!!!!!!" Jack did not simply stand still. He continued his fucking motion until his rapidly shrinking cock popped out of Doug's ass. They collapse together on the bed. Jack lay half on and half off his buddy. It was like this that they both fell asleep. Pat smiled and left his little hideaway and returned to the livingroom, satisfied that things were progressing very well, and that today would probably be the best of his life. That was an interesting thought, actually. Pat sat in his customary place and started remembering back on his life. His mind journeyed back to his first time with another man. What an interesting experience that had been.

He was twenty-five and a virgin. Why was he a virgin, wondered Pat as he made his way to the college music department. There were plenty of girls on campus that found him attractive. But why did he feel unattracted to them? He'd never felt the urge to have sex with any of his dates. All the girls he'd taken out had been good looking and pleasant to be with. But not one of them had turned him on. And two or three had made concerted efforts to do so. Pat was your basic loner. He did well in class, but spent all of his free time alone in his room. Usually he practiced his music. He had thought for the longest time that he was happy. No commitments, no connections to distract him in his studies. He was a straight A student, working towards his Masters degree. And that had always been enough for him. Until now. A week earlier he'd started wondering about his sexual life, or lack of one. It had suddenly occurred to him that there was something missing in his life. But what was he to do? He just didn't have those kinds of thoughts about girls. Oh he had plenty of them about guys, but that was a taboo area. All the guys he'd ever gotten to know had ridiculed the gay lifestyle with jokes and snide comments. Arriving at the music building, Pat went straight to his usual practice room. It was Sunday morning and the building was virtually empty. There was only one other room being used. He didn't know who it was, but there was the tell-tale sound of a cello being played further down the hall. Pat sat down and began warming up on the piano.
He'd been at it for nearly an hour before he decided to take a break. He walked down the hall to the lounge and bought a coke and sat on the too-soft couch to relax his body and mind. He'd practiced hard and his back ached a bit, as did his fingers. He was about halfway through his coke with Mark entered the lounge. He was the cellist that had been practicing when Pat had entered the hall, earlier. Pat knew this, because Mark was much like himself, in that, he spent most of his time practicing and working on homework. "Hey, Mark." "Hi ya, Pat. Hard at it, eh?" "Always." Mark got a seven-up from the machine and sat down at the other end of the couch. "My fingers are worn out," remarked Pat. "Yeh, I heard you down there beating on that piano. Sounded like you were trying to beat the thing into submission." "Really?" said Pat surprised. He hadn't realized that he'd been playing that hard. He'd been working on a piece that should not have created such a reaction from Mark. "Prof would have killed you if he'd heard you playing that piece like that." Mark laughed, remember all the times he'd been chewed out for just that reason. "What a horrid thought." Pat laughed in return. He'd managed to evade the worst of their professor's tirades. But he'd seen plenty of other students catch the explosive side of his nature. "Haven't seen much of you lately," said Mark. "Practice, practice, practice," was Pat's reply. They chatted about nothing in particular for about ten minutes, then they both got up and headed back down the hall toward their practice rooms. When Pat got to his he entered. "Mind if I come in a listen?" said Mark. "My fingers need a few more minutes to recover." "Sure," answered Pat. He'd always liked Mark. He seemed to be so much like himself. Their class schedules were not the same, however, and so they never really got the chance to get to know each other. "Always wanted to try the piano. I mean, running your fingers along the rough strings of a cello can get pretty old." "You do it so well, though." "Oh, don't get me wrong. I love playing the cello. But on days like today, when my fingers don't seem to want to cooperate, I sort of wish I'd chosen and easier instrument." Pat then assumed his imitation of the stance and bearing of their professor and tried to match his speech pattern. "Yung Mon, there are no eazy instrruments. Only lazzy mindz that don't wish to work." Mark gave a hearty laugh. "Too true." "Tell you what," began Pat, wishing to keep Mark there for a while. He was enjoying himself more than he had in many days. "Why don't you sit beside me and I'll teach you something simple on the piano." "That'd be great!" said Mark as he took his place next to Pat. Now Mark was about 5'10" with blond hair and blue eyes. He was not skinny, but then he wasn't fat either. He wasn't even husky. He just had enough meat on his bones to fill his shirt and pants. The first thing Pat noticed was how warm Mark's body was. Or was that his own. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea. But he had to go through with it. Why did he suddenly feel like he was suf- focating? Pat ran Mark through a couple of simple exercises, which Mark picked easily enough. Then he started to teach him a couple of the little bar tunes that he'd learned during his first year of college. Mark was having particular trouble on one song, getting his fingers all tangled on, what was for Pat, an easy run. Pat demonstrated several times, but Mark just couldn't seem to get it. So Pat reached across Mark and began moving his fingers for him. MISTAKE!! screamed Pat's mind. From the moment he touched Marks fingers, a tingling began in Pat's hand and began spreading throughout his body. He had to concentrate to keep from losing control. It took great effort, but he managed it. Mark finally got the hang of the run. But then things started taking new turns and unexpected twists. As Pat pulled back his hands, Mark grabbed Pat's right hand and began rubbing it and looking at it closely. "See what I mean? Your hands are uncaloused and soft. Mine tend to be tough at the ends of the fingers." Mark was massaging Pat's palm gently and it was sending chills all over Pat's hot body. "You know, Pat, I've wanted to get to know you better for a long time now." "M..M..Me too." "I thought for the longest time that you spent all your free time going out with the girls. But then I started watching you and found that you spent most of your time alone in your room." Mark's massaging was becoming positively sensual and was giving Pat's cock a good reason for getting hard. Oh god, what if Mark saw? "I'd like to see more of you, Pat." Mark suddenly seemed uncer- tain. He hesitated a bit as he spoke. "Me too," answered Pat. "Really? How much more?" Pat did not understand the question. Mark was taking a real chance, he knew that. But he had gone just too long without having another man that he was willing to take the risk. Pat was so good looking. There were also some indications that he might be gay. But if he was, Mark thought that maybe he didn't know it yet. Pat had gone out a few times with girls, Mark had seen him. But that had stopped months ago. Something inside Mark said go for it. But then there was the side that said, what if you're wrong. You'll be humiliated and run out of the school. "I mean, do you want to get to know my mind only or are you interested in more?" Pat still wasn't sure what Mark meant. "Would you like to know how I feel right now?" asked Mark, deciding that he'd gone too far now to give up. He had to take the plunge. "Sure." With that Mark took Pat's hand and placed it on his bulging crotch. Pat stopped breathing. His hand was on another man's crotch. He couldn't believe it. And what a crotch. The bulge between Mark's legs was huge. Pat's was pretty big too, but not nearly as big as Mark's. Pat looked into Mark's eyes. What he saw there surprised him. There was wanting there. But there was also understanding. "I've never done this before." "I thought not," replied Mark. "I'll teach you.?" he said, almost as a question. "Ok." Mark got up and stood at one end of the piano bench and undid his pants. Pat just sat there and stared at Mark's bulging crotch. Mark separated the fly, revealing his creamy white jockey shorts. Mark stood like this for several seconds then let go his pants which slid down his legs and collected on the floor. He then stepped out of them and kicked them to one side. Pat could see every detail of Mark's cock and balls. His cock stretched out to Mark's left and looked for all the world like a cannon. At least to Pat it did. Pat finally screwed up the nerve to get up and follow Mark's lead. They were soon both standing in front of each other in nothing but their jockeys. Both cocks were stiff as flag poles and creating wet spots. Mark stepped up to Pat. "Touch me, Pat." Pat was like a robot. He moved his hand mechanically to Mark's crotch and wrapped his fingers around his balls. "Now rub them just a bit." Pat did this as well. It felt great. Those huge, supple orbs reacting to his touch. He did this a few times then moved his hand to Mark's cock and began rubbing it. "Take it out, Pat." So that is what he did. He pulled Mark's jockeys down far enough to release his cock and balls. It had to be at least eight inches long, that cock. It was gorgeous.
Pat began to stroke that cock, rubbing Mark's balls with his left hand. Mark now reached over and pulled Pat's shorts down and began rubbing and stoking Pat's seven and a half inches. They stood like that, jacking each other off, until finally they erupted simultaneously all over each other. "Oh that was good, Pat. It's been months since a man has touched me. I was right about your hands too. They feel great." They got dressed and spent the rest of the day in Pat's room. Mark teaching, while Pat learned.

Pat awoke to find his dick rock hard and inside Doug's mouth. "Hungry, boy?" He stopped just long enough to answer. "You know it." Jack was sitting in his usual chair watching and stroking his own meat. Pat moved around so that he could lay flat on the couch. "Come here, Jack," he said, tapping his chest. Jack jumped up and knelt over Pat, his cock only inches from Pat's mouth. Pat grabbed Jack's ass, pulled him up and started licking the boy's cock from tip to base. He pulled a little more and soon had Jack's balls inside his mouth. Pat was truly in heaven. A young mouth on his cock and a young cock in his mouth. And Doug was doing his usual fine job of moving between Pat's cock, balls and ass. Jack was starting to get real hot. "Suck me, Pat." So Pat did just that. He pulled Jack further up and began sucking on his ass. "Oooo." Pat was getting good and hot as well. So hot in fact, that he soon began loading Doug's mouth with his cum. When he'd finished, he lifted Jack off of him and had Doug sit on the couch. "Oh yes, suck my cock, Jack." So Jack knelt between his buddy's legs while Pat got down between Jack's cheeks and continue to work on them. When he felt that Jack was ready, Pat got on his knees and inserted his still hard cock into Jack's ass. "Oh, yes," he moaned. "Fuck me, Pat." Jack's ass was just as tight as Doug's. It felt good wrapped around Pat's throbbing tool. Doug was the first to cum. He left his load in Jack's mouth then quickly got off the couch and positioned himself under Jack. He then took Jack's cock into his mouth, at which time Jack began to cum.
The effect this had on Pat was not particularly surprising. For as Jack came, his ass began to squeeze Pat's cock. That was all it took. Pat filled Jack with his love juices. The rest of the day was like this. Two-somes, three-somes, experimentation and lesson. Jack and Doug let the house that night wiser for the experience and happier because of the new bond between them.