One afternoon, Mark had arrived at my house even before I had gotten
home from school. When I walked into the house, he had stopped at the store
and had bought us milk and cookies. Eagerly, I put my coat into my room and
returned to the kitchen where I joined him. As we ate, Mark seemed to be pre-
occupied with a thought.

“What are you thinking about ?” I asked him.

“Aw, nothin.” he replied.

“Come on…”

“Oh, allright.” he said, finishing the last of his milk. “I was reading
this book that my father had, and it was about a guy who took this woman pri-
soner.”

“Yea…” I asked, as he drifted off in thought again.

“Cari, have you ever thought of being captured, and being someone’s
prisoner ?” he said, looking deadly serious.

“Uh, no.” I answered, just a little scared at the thought of it. “Why
do you ask ?”

He thought for a moment. “We can try playing a game like that if you
want to.”

Now it was my turn to think. “What did this guy do to the woman ?”

Mark seemed to be getting uncomfortable. “It’s hard to explain.” he
said, “I would really have to show you.”

Again, I thought. Mark was always there for me, never asking for any-
thing, and just wanting to be my friend. I really didn’t see any reason for
me to worry, besides, it had been pretty boring around here.

“Ok, lets play.” I said.

A smile came over Mark’s face. “Great !” and with that, he got up
from the table and went to the cabinet under the sink, where there was some
cord wound in a ball.

“Whats that for ?” I asked him.

“You’ll see.”

Mark asked me to get changed out of my school clothes and into some-
thing old. So, looking in my closet, I found an old brown safari dress that
buttoned down the front. I quickly put it on and re-joined him in the living
room.

“Now what ?” I asked.

“Ok, make believe you are watching TV and I’ll sneak into the house
and get you.” he said, smiling.

Mark quietly left the room, and I went over to the TV, turning it on,
then sitting on the couch, pretended I was all alone. I was a little scared,
but, at the same time, was a little excited. Suddenly, Mark grabbed me from
behind the couch, his hand on my throat.

“Don’t move, or I’ll kill you.” he said, in a frightening voice.

I sat motionless on the couch. He moved to the front of me, then
pushed me down into a laying position. He scooped me up from the couch, very
gently carrying me into the kitchen.

While I had been changing, he had cleared the table. He carried me to
the empty table and put me down.

“Make believe you passed out.” he said, so I closed my eyes.

He picked up my right arm, and dropped it. Remembering I was supposed
to be passed out, I let it fall to my side. As I peeked one eye open, I could
see Mark was smiling. He went to my feet, then pulled me down towards him,
until he had centered me on the table top. He moved to my head and took my arms
and placed them over my head, spread to each corner of the table. A moment
later, I could feel the cord being wrapped around my left wrist. I heard a pair
of scissors snipping at the cord, then watched out of squinted eyes as he tied
the end to the table leg.

Mark did the same to my other wrist, just as quickly and silently. I
heard him walk to the bottom of the table, then felt his hands wrap around my
slender ankles. Slowly, he spread my legs wide apart. I could feel the cool
October air rush up between my legs. He slipped off my shoes and socks. I had
wanted to say something, but, I was becoming more excited as he went along. I
felt the cord wrap around my right ankle, then my left. He tied each end to the
table leg. And when he was through, I was lying there, spread eagled on the
kitchen table.

I went to move, but found that Mark had tied me much tighter than I
had expected. I opened my eyes and Mark was standing over me. I was totally
defensless to his every desire, and that was giving me a tingling sensation
in the pit of my stomach down between my legs. Silently, Mark reached to the
top button of my dress, and unbuttoned it.

“MARK !” I said, rather pissed off. Mark stood there with a look of
disappointment on his face.

“Come on, it’s only a game.” he said.

I looked at him, then lowered my head back to the table. Ok, I had
thought to myself, ‘let’s see how far this goes.’

He reached for the second button, and slowly unbuttoned it. He con-
tinued, until the dress was completely unbuttoned. I could feel the coolness
of the air brushing against the small line of now exposed skin between the
flaps of my dress. I was becoming more frightened, and more excited, the tin-
gling became more intense. Slowly, he slid his hands inside of my dress, part-
ing the material. Beneath the dress I was wearing a training bra, which, bec-
ause of my size, wasn’t covering much, and a pair of white cotton panties. The
cool air was taking it’s toll on my nipples, which were hardening under the
strain of the flimsy bra.

I looked up at Mark. He had this weird look on his face. His hand moved
to my heaving breast. He gently caressed the rock hard nipple with his palm. It
felt incredible, like an electric shock through my body. I moaned. Mark then
took the scissors in his hand, and inserted the blade into the sleeve of the
dress, cutting it to the collar. He went to the other sleeve, doing the same
thing, then, putting the scissors down onto the table, he pulled the remains
of the dress from off of my now shivering body, leaving only in bra and pant-
ies.

Mark didn’t stop there. He picked up the scissors again, and inserted
the blade into the strap of my bra. With a quick snip, it was cut. And, in a
moment later, so was the other. He slid the blade between mt breasts, and a
snip, and my bra was in pieces. This too, he pulled from my body. His hands
moved to the small mounds of my breasts. I instinctively tried to move my
arm to push his hand away, but, I was unable to move. I began to squirm and
struggle at the cord that bound me, but, it was no use. The sight of me str-
uggling made Mark even more excited. He took the nipple of my left breast be-
tween his thumb and forefinger, pinching it slightly. I bit my lip in pain,
but, didn’t cry out. My toes arched outward, my ankles struggling at the cord.

Mark moved his lips to my right breast, taking my nipple into his
mouth. I had never felt this way before. There was a burning between my legs,
one that seemed to get worse every moment that passed. His hand moved to the
softness of my stomach, his finger toying at my belly button, which protruded
slightly. Then his hand moved lower, to the waistband of my panties. His hand
slid beneath them, down to my hairless cunny. He slid his finger over my small
opening, gently massaging the soft petals of my cunny lips.

Playing with myself was nothing new for me. It was a way of passing the
time when I was alone. But, with Mark touching the spot that had only previ-
ously been touched by me was even more exciting. I felt his finger part my
small petals to my tight little hole. His finger darted in and out, but, it was
just too tight for him.

He slid his hand out from my panties, and raised his head. By this
time, I was well on my way to coming. He picked up the scissors again and
slid the blade beneath the waistband of my panties to the side. He snipped,
the material giving way easily, then he snipped the other side, pulling the
panties from me with the other hand. Mark then got on the table, straddling
me. He outstreached his arms to my bound wrists, carressing me from my arms,
to my breasts, then sliding off the end of the table, moving down my body to
my ankles. He slowly moved his tongue to my ankle, then licking upward, worked
his way up my leg, to the inner part of my thigh, finding my pussy open to his
attack.

I felt that I was losing my mind. My hips gyrated to each move of his
tongue. He licked my small hole, down as far as he could, then moved upward
once again. He darted his tongue to the entry of my virgin puss, gaining a
little. Then I came. I began to writhe on top of the table, being held only
by the cord. I felt the perspiration all over my body. Mark stopped, worried
that perhaps he had hurt me, but, seeing the expression on my face, he knew
all too well that I was thoroughly enjoying it.

He moved from the table, then began to open his pants. I began to get
frightened once again, for I had never seen the private parts of any boy
before. In a moment, he stood naked from the waist down. He moved to where my
head was, brushed the hair that was sticking to my cheek away, then placed his
dick close to my mouth.

“Open.” he said.

Obiediently, I opened my mouth. There was a clear fluid coming from the
head, which tasted salty, but, not too unpleasant.

“Suck on it.” he commanded.

I closed my lips around the head of his cock. He pushed foward, slip-
ping his shaft into my mouth. I sucked hard, but, was careful not to bite him.
Several times he thrust himself deeply, almost choking me. He continued to
move in an in and out motion. I felt him getting harder, his dick throbbing in
my mouth. He moved his hand to my breast, massaging it gently. I continued to
suck.

When he came, it was a surprise. I felt the hot sticky liquid shoot to
the back of my throat. I felt myself gagging, but fought desperately not to
let it show. I was exhausted, feeling my arms and legs aching. Mark pulled his
now limp cock from my mouth. I laid back on the table, no longer struggling at
the cords.

Mark moved quickly, cutting the cords from my wrists and ankles, then
cutting what was left off of the table legs. He took the cord and what remained
of my clothing and placed it into a trash bag. He moved to the side of the
table and picked me up, carrying my limp, exhausted body to my room. He laid
me on my bed, then left the room for a moment. When he returned, he had his
clothes in his hand, as well as the K-Y Jelly from the bathroom.

He climbed onto the bed with me. I had enough, but, was too weak to
fight him off. He slid himself between my legs, then laid on top of me. I
could feel the head of his cock pressed against my virgin pussy. He slowly
pushed. His hand was aligning him, but, I was still too tight for him. I
spread my legs as far apart as I could, but still, no luck.

Mark then laid on his side, laying my legs across him. He took the
K-Y Jelly and spread it over the once again throbbing head of his cock. He
took what remained on his finger and slid it to my hairless cunny. His finger,
with the added lubrication began to slip into my tight hole. He coated the
inside of my pussy with the Jelly, then moved himself into position. As his
cock pressed to my cunny hole, I could feel the head slowly going into me. It
was a little painful, but, I lay there, motionless. He pushed again, I could
feel the small head of his dick inside me now. Instad of pulling out, Mark
continued pushing foward, going deeper inside of me. He reached my hymen, and
with a thrust, took my virginity. I cried out in pain, but, Mark was too wrap-
ped up in the whole thing to pay any attention.

He cupped his hand over my mouth to stop any more of my crying. He
began to thrust deeper, moving rythmically. Soon, it began to feel good. I
could feel the burning once again deep inside of me. My hips began to follow
Mark’s rythmn, to the point that at each thrust, he was buried inside of me.
I came first, jerking around the bed as though I were in a spasm. Mark’s
hand moved to my breast again, pinching at my nipple. The pain was causing me
to move into still another orgasm. I arched my legs up. Mark pulled out only
for a moment, then positioned himself between my legs, lying on top of me. He
took my legs and pushed them upward, till my knees were almost touching my
shoulders. He went inside me again, pushing hard. He continued onward, till I
could feel his dick spasming inside of me, which made me come once again. When
he was through, he fell lifeless on top of me, both of us being exhausted. We
finally got up the strength to get up and dress, clearing up the house just
in time for my parents arrival.

“Oh very young, what will you leave us this time?
You’re only dancing on this Earth for a short while,
And though your dreams may toss and turn you now….”

“Come to bed, liebchen,” Diva smiled, stretching out languidly on the
narrow mattress. Her body wasn’t a pin-up artist’s wet dream by any means: a
bit heavy in the hips and thighs, just a hint of a double chin. But her heavy
breasts and sinuous torso had an appeal all their own, as did the tawny patch
of hair just above her swollen labia.
She licked her lips. “I’m thirsty.”
Zero smiled at her as he undid the buckle on his belt and dropped his
pants to the floor. His straining underwear was stretched even more out of
shape than usual, and he walked over to her and waved the huge bulge in front
of her as he unbuttoned his shirt. “I can go get you a glass of water from the
bathroom,” he offered politely. “Or did you have something else in mind?”
“Hmmmm….” She rolled over onto her side, facing him and propping up
her head on one elbow. She licked her lips again, reaching out with her free
hand and giving the waistband of his underpants a tiny tug. The huge,
throbbing mass under the cloth shifted position and tried frantically to
escape, but didn’t quite make it. She laughed lightly at the spectacle, and
ran a caressing hand over the scarcely-covered testicles, weighing them
gently. With another gentle tug, she finally pulled the waistband over the
tremendous obstruction keeping his underwear on, and the pants fell to the
ground.
Zero’s penis was a terrifying club of throbbing meat dangling in her
face, as big around as a kolbassi and nearly ten inches long. It was the kind
of penis one tended to see in porn flicks, the sort of equipment that always
seemed to belong to the men submitting their life histories to the Penthouse
Forum. Most of the men who saw it coming out of the shower or in the locker
room turned pale and got very quiet, suddenly selfconscious. Even Conan, who
was put together like a stunt double for Arnold Schwarzenegger, said of it,
“All that meat on that skinny little guy…. it’s just not fair! He probably
can’t even manage a hard-on without passing out!”
That obviously wasn’t the case, as Diva could readily attest. It was
true, the weight of the organ was such that it never stood up at more than a
horizontal position even when fully hard, but that didn’t matter to her. All
that mattered was where it went, and what it did when it got there. She stuck
her tongue out as far as it would go, and licked the underside of the shaft,
from the base to the tip of the swollen purple glans, and smacked her lips
delightedly. “Finger me,” she said, “Finger me while I suck you dry.”
Zero slid a teasing hand down the length of her belly and over her
pubic mound, searching for her clitoris. It was already oozing and swollen as
he touched it; there was no question but that she’d been playing with it
already before he’d gotten in. She was in no mood to waste time that night, he
decided, and proceeded to slide two fingers into her slick crack as deeply as
they could go. Diva grunted loudly, gently caught the huge head of the bobbing
member between her parted lips, and teased the slit with the tip of her
tongue, tasting the sticky pre-come there. His fingers were finishing her work
of the past three hours, and she felt her orgasm surging up in her like a wave
of molten lead. She smiled around the huge knob between her lips, looked up at
Zero with wide blue eyes like a child asking for praise, and inhaled sharply.
It had taken months of practice with dildoes, but she’d learned to
relax her throat muscles and take his entire penis down her throat without
gagging, a trick none of his old girlfriends could ever have matched. It made
him her slave; he couldn’t say no to her loving mouth, and the fact that the
act made him seem the dominant one only put a touch of kink in the total
control she exercised. But tonight she was too close to coming to bother with
teasing him. Her strong inhalation sucked the entire pulsing member into her
waiting mouth and down her throat, all the way down to the base. She heaved up
on the bed, hands on his buttocks, scrotum flapping rhythmically against her
dripping chin, and tried her best to swallow his penis whole. And when she
felt him hit bottom, she began to hum.
That was all it took. Zero groaned and his legs shook as he dumped a
huge load of semen directly into her stomach, and her humming turned into a
confused series of muffled screams and gagging noises as she came all over his
hand, the warm flow of liquid in her belly sending her over the edge. Zero,
unable to endure the excess of stimulation, pulled his shaft from her mouth,
and she coughed up a thin stream of semen after it, a grey line that trickled
down her chin and onto her breast. She grabbed the still-rigid rod and pulled
as hard as she could, milking more fluid from it as she pulled him down atop
her and tried to feed his length into her sopping vagina.

“Now that I’ve lost everything to you,
You say you want to start something new,
And it’s breaking my heart, you’re leaving,
And baby I’m grieving….”

Teenie stared at the ceiling in the darkness, arms at her sides, legs
tightly together. I wonder where he is tonight, she thought. Is he lonely?
Does he miss me? Or will he just haul out one of those disgusting magazines
from under the bed and pull on himself until he forgets about me? Probably.
That miserable son of a bitch. I did the right thing, leaving him.
She rolled over and looked out the window at the drifting snow. It had
been snowing heavily for nearly a week now, and there was more to come. She
shivered. It was cold, even under her blankets. She frowned; it hadn’t always
been this cold at night. But of course not; she’d had him in bed with her
then, cradling her in his arms and saying how he’d loved her….
“Not tonight, Bandit. Please?”
“Sure, sweetheart. Not if you don’t want to. Sleep well.”
And that was all. No nasty hints, no pleas, no angry words or threats.
And later that night, when she was drifting in and out of sleep, she
remembered the sudden splash of something warm on her back, the gentle hand
that wiped away the stain, the kiss on her shoulder blade. He’d gotten what he
wanted anyway. He always did.
“I don’t miss him.” She said it out loud to the dark. “He used me as a
sex object. I don’t need him. The Rainbow Wizard was right. He just uses
people, and throws them away. I’m better off alone now. I am….”
She rolled over again, and started suddenly to find a furtive hand
betwen her thighs. Angrily she moved her hand elsewhere, and firmly shut her
eyes. I’ll say twenty Hail Marys tomorrow, she decided, and go to Confession.

“Oh, I can’t keep it in,
I can’t keep it in I gotta let it out,
I gotta show the world, world’s gotta see,
See all the love, love that’s in me….”

Livewire staggered through the snow, singing to off-key to himself.
His breath was thick with beer and vomit, and the front of his parka was
stained. He fell forward into the snow and lay there, panting.
I gotta get up. My face is cold, I got snow down my pants, man, that
really sucks serious dick. Shit. I’m tired. Maybe I should take a nap or some
shit, just rest a minute. I’ll get up in a second. I’ll count to three. I’ll
count to ten. I’ll count to three. One. two–
“Whugghh,” he said, scrambling to hands and knees and heaving beer and
half-digested hamburgers into the snow. He wiped his mouth with one hand and
got to his feet, weaving. Up ahead, through the snow, he could barely make out
the front of the Eastern Habitat. He stumbled forward wearily, one hand
outstretched before him. There were the front doors, up ahead, and there were
the steps, and there– he unconsciously counted up four floors and over two
windows– was HER window. SHE was asleep, looked like. Or she was fucking some
football player or some shit up there. Yeah! Fucking some football player
while he was stuck out here in the cold! Mother FUCKER!
“MOTHER FUCKER! YOU BITCH! I HATE YOU! I HOPE YOU DIEEEEEEEE—”
Livewire went face down into the snow again, retching. At long last,
the last of the beer gone, he crawled up the steps and onto the porch. He got
one hand onto the door handle, and pulled feebly. The door hadn’t latched
properly when the last resident had come in, and so it opened with a click. He
pulled himself inside, smiled happily at the warmth of the air as the door
shut and locked behind him, and finally, mercifully, passed out.

“Mine is the sunlight, mine is the morning,
Born of the one Light Eden saw play….”

The Rainbow Wizard held Mary Magdalene in his lap, gently bouncing her
up and down, up and down. Her smooth, wet pussy alternately clasped and
released his manhood, and he gently suckled on her breast as she threw her
head back and sighed in utter ecstasy.
“I love you.”
“I love you.”
“I love you.”
“I love you.”
Their whispers were a litany of love under the ceiling poster of
astrological signs that served as a canopy for Mary Magdalene’s bed. Unicorns
adorned every wall, and posters of fantasy heroes with swords and bloodied
shields hung on the door and beneath the window. A quartz crystal dangled
before the single lit candle in the room, casting multiple sparks of rainbow
light over the two intertwined bodies.
“I love you.”
“I love you.”
“I love you.”
“I love you.”
Over and over again, the words were repeated, chewed into meaningless
mantric syllables as the surges of sexual release ebbed and flowed forward,
surged up and receded, never allowing release, again and again and again….
“I love you.”
“I love you.”
“I love you.”
“I love you.”
Mary Magdalene felt the beginnings of his orgasm, the tightening in
his legs, the swelling in his loins, the thin sheen of sweat on his face. She
smiled at his expression, glad of his joy, and began to accelerate her
thrusts.
“I LOVE you!”
“I LOVE you!”
“I LOVE you!”
“I LOVE you!”
Suddenly he tensed, his legs splaying outward, and gasped as his seed
filled her to the brim and overflowed, sweet, sticky, glowing faintly in the
dim light. The hot fluid scalded her insides, bringing on a sudden orgasm for
her as well, swift, sharp as a dagger, and as suddenly gone.
“I–ugh–LOVE YOU!”
“UH! AH! I LOVE YOUUUUUUU…..”
She fell forward across him, her carpet of black hair extinguishing
the candle, and kissed the long scar from his collarbone to his groin as he
fell into a deep sleep. Lovingly, with a worshiper’s care, she lapped up the
softly glowing semen from his shrinking penis, licking it clean, then snuggled
up against him in the darkness. Her final whisper was a benediction.
“I love you….”

“Now that I’ve passed your test,
How could I lie to you baby, I’ll never make you sad….”

Twink laughed merrily, clutching her sides and rolling on the floor at
Conan’s latest joke. Of course, she hadn’t “gotten” it, at least she she
didn’t think she had, but she’d learned it was safer to pretend. When she
asked what things meant, people always groaned and looked funny at her, and
that was no fun at all.
Wiping her eyes, she got to her feet, and said, “Oh, Conan, that was a
scream! I love hearing your jokes.”
“Great,” Conan grinned, knowing damn well that she was trying to hide
the fact that she was totally clueless. God damn, what a total airhead! How
could anyone get as far as she did without learning *something* about what was
what, anyway?
“Is the Bandit coming back soon?” She phrased the question as casually
as she could.
“He’s already asleep,” Conan replied, inclining his head toward the
closed door to the room the Bandit shared with Zero.
“Oh!” Twink got up hastily, smoothing the skirt of her nightdress.
“Then I guess I should be going; I just wanted to talk to him, that’s why I
came down here….”
“Well, there’s me. Why don’t you stick around for a while?” Conan
smiled winningly and stretched, flexing his muscles.
Twink looked into his eyes, her smile a frozen mask. She was
remembering the last time she’d stayed around with Conan to wait for the
Bandit: the dark, sweaty room, the awful, awful….THING stretching her poor
mouth out of shape, the taste of mucus and something else, his voice: “Don’t
use your teeth, you stupid bitch! SUCK on it, don’t try to chew it up!”
“Thanks,” she said with feeling, “But I’d die first.” She cast one
longing look at the shut door keeping her from the Bandit, and fled into the
hallway.
Conan watched her leave, sighing. Women, he thought to himself. What a
fucked-up species. He opened the door to his half of the quad, and noted that
neither the Rainbow Wizard nor Mary Magdalene was anywhere to be found. He
sighed again. Well, he thought, dropping his pants, at least I can beat off
without having to listen to them whisper sweet nothings to each other all
night. Now where’d I leave that copy of Hustler?

“Another Saturday night, and I ain’t got nobody,
I got some money ’cause I just got paid,
How I wish I had someone to talk to,
I’m in an awful way.”

The Bandit pulled off the headphones angrily and hurled them across
the room. “Fuck that shit,” he muttered, rolling over and closing his eyes.
Across the room, the cassette deck finished playing the album in a
soft whir, and calmly shut itself off.

“You burn me up, I’m a Cigarette,
Take hold of my hand and I begin to sweat
You make me nervous, oo woo, I’m nervous
This must be real bad karma for this to be my dharma
With you-woo-woo….”

Diva looked irritable, as she always did when the Bandit ever said
anything to her, and began to back out of the room. Suddenly another face
appeared behind hers, blocking the way as she tried to look into the room.
Twink, trying to be heard over the din, cried, “What’s the name of–”
The Bandit’s gorge catapulted into his throat at the sight of her, and
his grin turned demonic as he aimed the next verse down her throat like a
whaling gaff.

“You burn me up I’m a cigarette,
Life with you is a losing bet
You drive me crazy, eeyow, I’m going CRAZY!
Musical elation is my only consolation
From you-woo-woo!”

Twink bit her lip and backed off, reddening, and Diva hustled out of
the room behind her, the slamming door unnoticed in the chorus.

“Strategic interaction irreducible fraction
Terminal inaction from a bitter hostile faction
I’m getting anxious
I’m FRANXIOUS
Transactional diseases are the only thing that pleases We….”

It took another verse or two for the song to wind down, by which time
the pounding on the door was enough to wake the dead. The Bandit was laughing
like a lunatic, and Zero’s normally placid smile was a good deal wider than it
should have been, as they set down their instruments and opened the door.
“Eeee, yessssss?” The Bandit asked, opening the door and batting his
eyelashes like Bugs Bunny in drag.
Conan gave the Bandit a big grin, and said, “Quiet or I’ll kill you.”
He flexed every muscle in his magnificent torso for emphasis. The Bandit,
who’d seen it all before, just yawned.
“Oh, hello, Conan,” Zero volunteered. “Come to sit in?”
“I’ve come to squash you both like rotten grapes beneath my feet,”
Conan replied goodnaturedly. “Either you turn it down to a civilized level or
you get forcefed your guitars.”
“Some people are so touchy,” The Bandit lamented.
“It’s our punishment for rooming with heathen,” Zero agreed. “What do
they know about art, anyway?” He turned off the beatbox and the amp, sighing.
v Mollified, Conan turned on his heel and stalked back across the living
room to the other double bedroom in the quad. He gingerly stepped over Starch,
Lanky, Plaids, and Mimosa, who were sitting and listening raptly to the
Rainbow Wizard, who was holding forth from his beanbag chair with one arm
gently caressing the smooth curve of Mary Magdalene’s hip. As he shut the
door, the Rainbow Wizard called after him, “Thanks for quieting them down,
Conan. We couldn’t hear ourselves think.”
“I didn’t shut them up for your sake,” Conan replied easily. “I need
to get some sleep before the graveyard shift.” His door slammed.
“Most people CAN’T hear themselves think, Wiz,” the Bandit said, his
appetite for music suddenly gone. “Just because *you* can, don’t assume that
it’s vital to everyone else. Besides, who wants to listen to grinding gears
anyway?”
“That’s unnecessary!” Lanky said indignantly, sweeping a long trail of
black hair out of his eyes, his neckbell jingling as he moved.
“I just got finished *saying* that,” the Bandit retorted. “Especially
when he can *smell* himself think at the same time! Peeyew! I nearly called
the Fire Department; it smelled like a short in the stereo!”
Zero made it a point never to get involved in the wrangling between
the Bandit and the Wiz, but he knew when points were scored. He let his smile
widen a bit, which was a real outpouring of emotion for him. Mary Magdalene
actually smiled, though, and *that* was a major tactical victory for the
Bandit.
The Bandit saw the smile, and nodded, hastily reaching for his coat.
“Let’s call it quits for a bit, Zero; it’s getting way too stupid for me in
here.”
“Right behind you, kemosabe,” Zero replied, fetching his coat and
scarf from the closet.
The Rainbow Wizard sighed loudly, half in anger at the Bandit’s
attitude, half in relief in getting him out of his hair for a while, but Lanky
wasn’t letting the Bandit get off that easily. “You ought to try listening
rather than poking fun once in a while, Bandit. You might learn something.
Wouldn’t that be a shame?”
“Every Messiah needs his Antichrist, Lanky m’boy,” the Bandit said
gaily, zipping up his jacket. “Otherwise, who’d the Faithful have to blame
for their troubles?” He turned and headed out the door, Zero behind him.
“Bandit?”
The low, throbbing voice grabbed him by the crotch and did its best to
spin him around and pull him back, penis first. The Bandit’s back was turned
to the others, so nobody saw the flash of emotion in his face. Was it anger,
fear, or just lust?
He turned around casually, his face a neutral mask. “Yo?”
Mary Magdalene gave him her best smile, asking, “Don’t you wear the
neckbell I gave you? Even Zero and Diva wear theirs….”
The Bandit looked sidelong at Zero, and gave him a poke in the chest.
No jingle, however muffled, answered the poke. “They do?”
Zero smiled at Mary Magdalene and said softly, “We keep ours at Diva’s
place. No real use in wearing them around here.”
“But a neckbell is meant to be worn, and to be used, when you feel
lonely or left out!” Mary Magdalene jingled hers lightly, and was instantly
rewarded with a kiss from the Rainbow Wizard.
“Not a problem,” Zero said mildly.
“Don’t feel badly, Mary-Mag,” the Bandit said with a raffish grin. “I
wear mine all the time. See?” He reached under his coat and hauled out the
tiny brass neckbell on its braided chain. He shook it gently.
It didn’t make a sound.
The Bandit grinned at her look of confusion, and said, “I pulled out
the clapper. ‘Bye, now!” The door slammed on five shocked looks.
“Ain’t I a stinker?” The Bandit grinned.
“The absolute pits, kemosabe,” Zero agreed. “That was *really* low.”
The pair bundled up as they walked down the hall to the stairwell, and
down the few steps to the side door. “It was worth it,” the Bandit said,
straightening his beret. “The look on that pompous shit’s face….”
“You really hurt Mary Magdalene’s feelings, though,” Zero reminded
him. “The Wiz wasn’t the one who gave you that bell; *she* was.”
“For her cold borscht my heart bleeds,” the Bandit growled. “If the
world depended on my concern for her feelings, Ronnie would’ve dropped the
bomb on Andropov already.”
“Oh, really,” Zero said mildly. “And what happened to all that stuff
about ‘God, she’s beautiful’ and ‘I wish she’d at least pay attention to me’
and so on and so forth?”
“Past history,” the Bandit replied with ice in his voice. “I met her
two years ago, before either you or the Wiz started here, and I will freely
admit that she knocked me flat on my ass. But she ended up getting into this
soulmate stuff with the Wiz before I had a chance with her, and for that I owe
him a big debt of gratitude.”
“You? Owe the Wizard *anything*? Why, for Set’s sake?”
“Because in rooming with the Wiz, which seemed like a damned good idea
at the time, please forgive me–”
“Long since forgiven. Say on.”
“–I had a chance to see what’s going on inside her head. Man, it is
*scary* in there!”
“There are crazier people in Arcadia, Bandit.”
“I’m not so sure. That woman’s in her own little fairy kingdom!”
The hard-packed snow crunched under their boots as they made their way
across the gleaming white expanses of the Eastern Quadrangle, past the Virgin
Vault, the Roach Motel, and the Lovepile. Up ahead, Scum Central was already
surrounded by a growing crowd of students, filing in for dinner.
“Don’t worry your pointed little skull about it, Zero,” the Bandit
said mildly, kicking the snow from his boots and shivering as he stepped
across the threshold. “I’m leaving well enough alo–HEY! TEENIE!”
The skinny young girl by the coat rack looked up like a frightened
deer, terror in her eyes. She took a half step back as the Bandit came over to
her, smiling.
“H–hi, Bandit.” Her voice was a dry whisper.
“Hello, sweetheart. Just going in to dinner?”
“Just coming out.” She grabbed her coat from the rack, and shouldered
into it hastily. “I have to get over to the rehearsal hall….”
“Hey, hold on a second!” The Bandit’s forearm came up, barring her
escape. “You’ve been avoiding me every chance you’ve had for nearly a month
now. When you said you didn’t want to see me any more, I let you go with no
questions asked, and frankly I have been *miserable* since then. I love you
and I miss you! Couldn’t you at least give me an explanation?”
“Just leave me alone.” Teenie pushed past him, not meeting his eyes.
He watched her hurry into the snow, his eyes tortured.
Zero, who’d been standing nearby, shook his head. “Bad karma, bro’.”
“No shit,” the Bandit muttered, his eyes still on the doorway. “What
the hell’s got her so spooked?”
“No clue,” Zero said mildly, doffing his coat.
“Multitudinous thanks for essentially nada,” the Bandit snapped.
“Mellow out. You’ll be so wound up we won’t be able to play after
dinner. Just calm down and relax, okay?”
The Bandit glared at Zero for a moment, then sighed, his expression
softening. “Yeah, okay. You’re right.” He walked over to the entryway and ran
his data card through the debit machine, then took a place in the food line.
“It could be worse,” he said philosophically. “I could have to eat with–”
“HEEYOW! ZERO THE GUITAR HERO AND THE DREADED BANDIT!”
The yell split the calm murmur in the cafeteria like a knife. Zero
winced, and the Bandit rolled his eyes, finishing his sentence.
“–Livewire.”
A curly-headed spring of raw energy uncoiled itself in a long leap
over the decorative planters dividing the line from the eating area. One
trailing foot caught the edge of a planter, toppling it and scattering dirt
across a wide swath of carpet. Livewire didn’t even look behind him as the
plant hit the floor with a rustling crash, his grin from ear to ear as he gave
first Zero, then the Bandit, a food-spilling whack on the back.
“Heyyy, how you guys doin, nice to see ya, listen, I got us a big
table over in the corner with lotsa seats, look for us over there it’ll be a
kick, see you soon gotta get back my burger’s getting cold, hurry it up!”
Another leap and he was gone. Zero shook his head in awe. “What a
marvelous human being,” he said with a smile. “Utterly untroubled by anything
resembling common sense. It’s a miracle he’s survived to adolescence!”
“Be still my heart,” the Bandit sighed. “More indigestion tonight.”
“Hey! Bandit?”
The Bandit winced at the familiar voice, then plastered on a smile as
Twink came over, a glass of something in her hand. The Bandit glanced at it.
Milk. Just plain old white milk. Typical.
“Need a place to sit? I’d just love your company,” Twink cooed, her
voice a poor imitation of Mary Magdalene’s. “It’ll give you a chance to make
up for how rude you were over at the dorm.” She tossed her blonde hair out of
her eyes and gave him what she must have thought was a demure look, but came
off more like a cartoon caricature of a whore’s leer.
The Bandit’s speech centers suffered a severe lockup as eighteen
suitable rejoinders arrived at his larynx simultaneously and shorted each
other out, and he glared at her.
Then, suddenly, he smiled.
“You wouldn’t happen to be sitting with Livewire, would you?”
She smiled brightly at his softened tone. “No! I’m all alone by
myself. But if you want, we could move over there! Livewire’s there, with Diva
and Bone and Thunder and–”
“No, that’s all right,” the Bandit said hastily. “I’d *love* a nice,
quiet meal with you. You go on ahead, Zero; I’ll see you after dinner.”
Zero looked at him, then at Twink, then over at the waiting delights
of the corner table, where Bone and Thunder were joking with Livewire, and
Diva was casting him pleading looks. He shrugged. “Okay.”
“Great! This way,” Twink said, leading the Bandit to a small table for
two in the Annex, her hips weaving from side to side in a carefully practiced
imitation of Diva’s sexy wiggle.
He found himself eyeing the shift and ripple of her buttocks as she
walked, and shook his head violently. If the Ultimate Ditz is giving you a
hard-on, kid, he told himself grimly, then you are in BAD shape.

The locker room was empty, save for the two naked
football players in that shower stall. The coach, had gone
home for the day leaving Marty to clean up after them. The
two studs in the shower obviously had more important things
on their minds-and in their hands-than worrying about a
wimpy waterboy.

Brian Johnson was the team’s center, a blond, curly
haired junior, with his big able hands, a tight, hairless
ass and a milky white, freckled, well-muscled body with
golden, wiry body hair on his chest and forearms.

Steve Gage was the team’s all-important quarterback.
He stood over 6 feet tall, and had a deep, all-over tan on
his thickly muscled body. Marty had something of a crush on
Steve, struck as he was with Steve’s bold features, his
strong jaw and black straight hair and moustache. His eyes
were piercing green and he had a dazzling smile. Marty had
only glimpses of what he blieved to be a magnificent cock,
as big and tan as the rest of him. It was hard for Marty
not to stare around here, especially around Steve. Trouble
was, Marty was afraid that if he ever got a good view of
such ‘choice areas’ he would never be able to tear his eyes
off of them. Now was such the case, since Marty’s eyes were
glued to Steve’s steadily lengthening uncut cock-meat which
Brian held firmly in his left hand. Brian stared fixedly as
Steve’s wet, bobbing meat-pole as he pumped it slowly back
and forth with his left hand. His right hand worked in time
on his own stiffening dick. Steve’s jutting prick erected
itself more and more with each stroke of Brian’s fist, it’s
pink head bobbed in and out of the tightly clenched fist,
slick and glistening with soap suds and drooling precum.

Steve’s moans of pleasure echoed through the empty
locker room. “Mmmmmmmmmm, yeah, man, that feels fantastic!
Lube it up some more, and pump it harder, man!”

Brian squirted some more soap into his right hand and
lubed up his cock with it, which like Steve’s was almost
fully erect. He moved both of their cocks together, one on
top of the other, pumping them simultaneously while he
squeezed them together.

“Shit, dude, I’ve been waiting to get my hands on your
tool for a long time! Now I got my own dick on it, too!”
said Brian as the muscular quarterback’s cock-head
rhythmically nuzzled against Brian’s low-hanging, dripping
balls, smearing them with precum which was washed away by
the hot, steady pounding of the shower overhead.

The blond center squashed the underside of his piss
tube down hard on the vein filled, roughly textured cock-
meat of the young quarterback’s pulsating flesh-pole. He
used his thumb to rub his sensitive dick-head deep in and
out of Steve’s wiry, dark, soapy pubes. The sensation
filled his groin and his head with deeply flooding waves of
pleasure which made the back of his knees throb and his toes
tingle. He sucked and bit down on his lower lip as his head
reeled. His prick became stiffer still.

Meanwhile, Marty watched, wide-eyed.

“Wow,” Marty said, under his breath, to himself, “these
guys should drop football and take up swordfighting.”
Marty’s hand started unconsciously squeezing and rubbing his
growing crotch which strained the button -fly of his
tightening jeans. He wished he had a pair of binoculars.

Brian pulled his stiff cock back and poked his pricktip
against Steve’s pisshole. Shielding it from the spray of
the shower with his body, he pulled them slowly apart,
making a strand of crystal-clear precum which hun from one
piss-slit to the other. Brian the snatched the slimy string
of fuck-juice up with his middle finger and popped it into
his mouth, savoring the rich saltiness with his wet tongue.

“Mmmmmmmmmmmmm. Yum! Fuckin’ juicy!” said Brian as he
licked his own smiling lips. He ran his free hand through
the sick soapy hair that liberally covered Steve’s heaving,
muscle-bound chest.

“You know, it’d probably taste better if you got down
there and sucked on that fucker,” said Steve as he pulled on
Brian’s right nipple which stood out as pink and erect as a
pencil eraser tip.

“I thought you’d never ask,” Brian replied with a big
stupid smile on his face.

Steve pushed down on the center’s thick, broad
shoulders, forcing him down on one knee then both knees,
hanging onto Steve’s now fully erect cock all the while.
Even from Marty’s obscure vantage point, he could see it was
at least a good ten inches long from pubes to tip, and so
thick that Brian could barely encircle it with one of his
large, football-toting hands. Brian wasted no time, though.
Opening his mouth as far as possible, he pushed Steve’s
bulbous cockhead, as big and round as a wet, rubber ball,
past his sucking lips and gently scraping teeth. His fleshy
tongue squirmed along the underside of Steve’s veiny cock,
the smoothness of the head, the warm, fleshy sheath of
foreskin covering the flap of skin under that, down, down as
it nestled the thick pisstube, until the oozing tip of
Steve’s cock rubbed up against his tonsils.

Steve held Brian’s head between his big hands as he
impaled it on his jutting fuckpole, over and over. Brian
let out little moans of excitement and pleasure with each
thrust of the big dick made, deeper and deeper, into his
smacking, licking mouth. Even from where Marty sat, he
could hear the wet, slurping sounds from the shower stall
the two studs occupied. Marty’s cock was straining to get
free as he unbuttoned the top two buttons of his buttonfly,
the pink-reddish head of his cock peeked out as he pinched
it between thumb and forefinger, his middle finger rubbing
up and down the underside of his cock which was firmly
packed against the straining material of his jeans through
which he pulled at his straining ball-sack with his other
hand. He could hear Steve’s wet, fleshy nuts slapping
loudly again and again, faster and faster, against Brian’s
bobbing chin. The smacking sound carried its echo
throughout the empty locker room. Marty undid another
button and moved his jeans further down on his hips while
his straining cock moved out into his pumping hand that
worked it up and down.

Steve pulled his lurching dickhead from the depths of
Brian’s mouth and throat. Brian drew the tip to his eager,
straining lips, unwilling to give up his prize. He rubbed
the tip of Steve’s prick along the blond stubble of his
upper lip causing Steve to cry out in ecstasy. Brian
nibbled the bunched up foreskin and inserted the pointed tip
of his tongue into the inch-wide piss slit and probed the
soft, salty meat inside. Drawing back, he pursed his lips
and used them to cover Steve’s pisshole and sucked as hard
as he could.

“Wooooaaaahh!” Steve cried, his eyes closed tight.
“Calm down man, you keep that up and I’m gonna cum all over
your fuckin’ face, and I don’t want to just yet!”

Steve pulled his lurching dickhead from Brian’s
suctioning lips with a wet, popping sound, and Brian drew
much needed air in sharply through lewdly pursed lips. A
thin strand of precum ran from his upper lip to Steve’s
dickhold and he swept it into his mouth eagerly with a flick
of his tongue. Steve clenched Brian’s wet, blond curls
between both fists and dres face to his dick’s underside.
Brian nibbled the length of Steve’s cum-tube gently with his
trembling front teeth. He was lost in a frenzy of cock-
lust.

“Go for the balls now, man, suck on those babies,”
Steve moaned.

Brian nuzzled his nose into Steve’s fleshy, fuzzy ball
sack as his tongue darted from one egg-shaped nut to the
other. He smelled the rich, musky odor of ball-sweat
mingled with cleansing smell of soap and running water.
Finally the young blond center drew Steve’s left ball gently
between his teeth and slurped it into his mouth. Brian
sucked greedily, savoring the salty runoff of soap, sweat,
and precum. His tongue darted inside his suctioning mouth,
laving the hairy flesh pulled taut against the jizz-filled
nugget it held, while his right hand pumped up and down on
Steve’s hot, throbbing dick and his left worked on his own.
Steve’s head was thrown back in abandon as the hot water of
the shower pounded his face, held in a pleasure-filled
grimace of ecstasy. Brian’s hot mouth pulled and sucked on
Steve’s nut like he wanted to pull it from his body. His
hand moved from Steve’s twitching hard-on and grabbed his
ball-sack above his balls so they pushed forward and
together like one big juicy piece of flesh-fruit. Brian
laved both firmly packed balls with the flat of his tongue
over which he rubbed them faster and faster causing Steve’s
stiff pole to bob up and down, back and forth over Brian’s
stubbly cheek.

“Yeeeaaaaaahh. LIck my fuckin’ nuts, man, rub your
face all over them.”

Brian was more than pleased to oblige, sucking Steve’s
nuts for all he was worth in wild abandon. As he devoured
the quarterback’s heavy, hairy sack, his roaming tongue
swathed the soft mound between his balls and his tight,
flexing asshole, sending a tingle of pleasure soaring to the
top of Steve’s head and causing his cock to further strain
against the point of bursting.

“Uhhhhh. Ooohhhh, shit, buddy, get down on your back,
I want you to rim me!”

“oh, yeah, dude, sit on my fucking face! I wanna lick
that butt1″

This time it was Steve’s turn to oblige. Brian was on
his back on the wet floor, legs spread widely his straining
pinkish-white fuck muscled jerking spasmodically upward, in
his hand, toward the far wall, seeking release.

Steve placed his feet as firmly as he could on the
slick surface on either side of Brian’s head. He faced
forward, toward Brian’s feet. In a position more suited to
the center than to the quarterback,Steve reached down and
rubbed the young blond’s washboard stomach as it heaved in
pleasure, running his fingers through his wet pubes and
finally latching onto his twitching fuckpole, running the
slick column of flesh between his thumb and fingers. The
quarterback’s ass, spread wide, the hairy crack open and
inviting, hovered and bobbed above the center’s upturned
face. Brian reached up with both hands and placed them on
either asscheeks with a loud SMACK! He stared up,
fascinated, his eyes wide as he massaged the firm globes of
flesh, his tongue snaking out of his mouth lewdly in a
‘come-hither’ gesture that STeve could not see. The
beautiful, hairy bronze ass dropped down onto the young
blond’s smiling face, enveloping it with its downy musky
warmth. Brian drank in the aroma like that of fine wine as
his snaking tongue darted in and out of Steve’s puckered
butthole. Brian hummed contentedly.

Marty kicked off his jeans as his right hand moved
quickly up and down on his prick. His naked groin was a
dark and light blur of pistoning flesh. His left hand
reached down and probed his throbbing asshole with its
middle finger as the lockers he was leaning against rattled
rhythmically as he stroked himself steadily. Gritting his
teeth in fierce concentration, he noticed it was hard to
keep an eye on the unfolding action in the shower because
the sweat from his fevered brow kept falling into his eyes,
and he couldn’t spare a free hand to wipe it away.

Brian buried his face in Steve’s butt as the
quarterback squatted on his upturned face and pulled at his
spasming dick. Steve rocked back and forth, lewdly rubbing
the hairy crack up and down and all over Brian’s nose, hair,
eyes, chin and especially his frantic tongue. Brian seemed
intent on covering every square inch of Steve’s spread ass
with tongued-on spit. Then, Brian held his tongue stiff,
hard and stilld like a little upturned cock as Steve’s ass
moved back and forth on it, finally bouncing up and down,
impaling his dripping hole onto Brian’s pointed tongue again
and again. Brian reached up and, if possible, spread
Steve’s asshole open even wider so he could savor the hot,
pink ass-meat inside that winked at him behind the wiry
black forest of asshair that covered the quarterback’s
asscrack. Steve rocked back and forth like a human seesaw
between Brian’s dick on one side, which he pulled on
steadily, and Brian’s hot tongue on the other which he
squatted n driving it into his muscle-bound tan butt, down
on one, up on the other, back and forth, again and again.
The hot spray of the shower continued to rain down.

“I wanna get my dick off now, buddy-boy, it’s your
ass’s turn to get worked over.” Steve growled, “come up
here and bend the fuck over, man, I’ve been wanting to stick
this big cock up that prettylittle ass of yours for as long
as I can remember!”

Steve got up and Brian got to his feet and bent over in
front of the huge quarterback, his knees slightly bent, his
little white ass perched and ready. Steve looked down at
the center’s spread asscheeks, water dripping from his nose
and upper lip, down onto his bulging, twitching cock
pointing at an angle at Brian’s pink little asshole. He
cupped one of the firm milk-white ass cheeks in one big,
dark hand, one finger probing the puckered hole gently,
teasingly. He experienced a moment of deja vu, from the
counless times he and Brian had been in, more or less the
same position so many times on the playing field and in
practice.

Steve ran the length of his cock up and down Brian’s
spready open ass-crack, his piss tube building up maddening
friction against the center’s puckering butthole. Steve
reached down with his big meaty thickly veined hands and
kneaded Brian’s muscular chest, twisting and pulling the
blond stud’s throbbing eraser tip nipples between the thumb
and forefinger of each hand.

“Uuhhhhhhh, c’mon man, I gotta have that dick! You’re
driving me crazy,” said Brian, turning his face toward Steve
as much as he could, his dripping mouth talking into the
other’s “Why don’t you stick that big dick up my asshole,
buddy? C’mon! Fuck my butt!”

Steve leaned back on his heels with one hand firmly
planted on the back of Brian’s neck for support, the other
hand wrapped firmly around the base of his prick and pressed
it forward against Brian’s pink little hole, hard, harder,
harder, until it finally gave!

“Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmnnnnnnuh! Ow! Ow, oh, shit, buddy.
FUCK! Ooooooooh, keep going. It hurts, but… but, keep
going!”

Steve’s knobby dick head sliding millimeter by slow
millimeter expanding the tight asshole ring it sought to
invade wider and wider to the point of what seemed maximum
expansion, a little farther, a little farther, then Steve’s
cock was halfway in. The quarterback hungonto Brian’s
buttcheeks for dear life as he squeezed and kneaded them in
his hands. Brian had one hand on the wall for support, his
other hand holding his cock in a viselike grip and slowly
pumping it feverishly up and down. He closed his eyes in
concentration as STeve’s cock continued its descent into the
uncharted territory of his ass canal. It was painful and
frightening and yet, at the same time, wonderfully exciting.

Steve let go of Brian’s asscheeks, reached around to
the front of his hips and held on tightly for leverage and
shoved his big cock home. The tip of that huge column of
meat was at its furthest penetration, nestled depp within
Brian’s hot bowels. They both felt the hilt of Steve’s cock
the rim of Brian’s spread open ass and gave a simultaneous
sigh of pleasure and satisfaction. Steve moved his big
hands around the sides of Brian’s slim waist and started
pulling out to get ready for the next fuckthrust. Brian
gaspedin pleasure. Though Steve was big and uncut, Brian
felt as if he could feel every curve of vein, every nuance
of texturein Steve’s meaty fuckpole throughout every square
inch of his ravaged asshole. Then, Steve’s foreskin started
to move, which was nestled even more tightly against the
meaty walls of Brian’s spasming ass-trench and he knew he
was in heaven. Steve thrusted back in a little bit faster,
a little bit rougher than before and sent Brian into higher
and higher realms of sensual pleasure. HIs head reeled as
he threw back his head in ecstasy, his eyeballs rolled back
so just the whites showed, he gasped and sighed as STeve
began to thrust and withdraw, thrust and withdraw, faster
and faster and began to fuck him in earnest. Steve ran his
hands up and down over Brian’s heaving chest and washboard
stomach as Brian reached behind him and drew Steve’s mouth
to his, their tongues dancing as they swapped spit and
sucked on each other’s tongues and lips. The hot water ran
from the spout above Brian’s head, down his sloped,
streamlined, muscular back down over his ass, providing a
waterfall of constant lubrication to Steve’s increasingly
impassioned thrusts.

“Uh! Fuck me… Uh! Fuck me… Uh!…” Brian
whispered hoarsely as Steve pounded into him, the sound of
his big balls smacking lewdly against Brian’s bouncing buns
filling the locker room.

“Let me get over on my back so you can fuck me deeper,
stud” Brian said.

Steve gave three more hard rams, one after the other,
into Brian’s bobbing butt, grunting sharply with each thrust
and finally moving his hand down in an arc and smacking
Brian’s right butt cheek with a loud crack. Brian closed
his eyes and bit down on his lower lip as the blow sent
shivers of pleasure through him.

Flipping over on his back, the center spread his legs
wide as the quarterback knelt in front of him, pushing his
legs farther back, drawing his asshole up to the tip of his
cock.

“Fuck it in, man!” Brian growled.

Steve moved one hand from the inside of Brian’s thigh
to his twitching prick and guided it inward. Getting in
more easily now, he arched his back and pushed his cock all
the way inside. Brian slid back on the slick surface of the
floor until his head butted against the wet tile wall behind
him. Not letting up, Steve slid forward and continued his
assault on Brian’s asshole in a building frenzy of lust.
Steve ben Brian’s legs backwards as far as he could, raising
Brian’s asshole higher as he fucked in and out of it
mercilessly. Water fell from STeve’s head onto Brian’s
upturned face as he pounded away.

“Fuck, man,” Steve Said, “your asshole is good and
tight. Feels great, GOD!”

Brian’s asshole puckered in and out with each lurch of
STeve’s hips, twisting all out of shape as STeve thrusted
and pulled his prick in and out of it. A thin trail of
blood and fuckjuices ran down the bottom of his asscrack
that the rain of hot water all but washed away. His
butthole was a burning fire of passion that consumed the
massive dick-meat rammed into it over and over. Steve’s
huge dickhead, buried deep within Brian’s butt, continued to
pound like a battering ram at the center’s churning guts.
Brian’s head was thrown back in pleasure, his eyes clenched
tight against the overpowering sensations he felt all
through his quivering body. Steve’s head was thrown back as
well as he pounded the young blonde’s assflesh to a pulp.
Lost in their worlds of ecstasy they could have both drowned
from the shower that rained down on their faces and never
have noticed.

As Steve’s cock plunged into Brian’s ass meat over and
over, a tingle ignited at the base of his balls and grew
steadily. Brian, reaching around the back of his splayed
left leg, jerked his cock as fast as he could. Steve’s
building orgasm spread all through his ball sack and the
base of his fast-moving cock throbbed with the desire to
release his load. The feeling grew. He gritted his teeth
and his face contorted in a grimace of concentration as his
cum churned in his balls, threatening to erupt at any
second. His brain reeled and seethed with powerful
sensations.

“Shit, man,” Steve rasped huskily, “Gonna cum like a
motherfucker.”

“Do it, man,”said Brian, under him. “Shoot on me, cum
all over my fuckin’ face!”

Steve pulled out with an audible slurping sound as
Brian, his ass aching, lifted his head up as far as he could
toward Steve’s cock as he brought it a foot away from
Brian’s face. Grasping it firmly as he pumped hard, Steve
felt as if the cum was rushing up from his feet and out of
his cock-tip as his dick exploded. He grunted over and over
in pleasure as a long, full stream of cum came rushing out
of his spasming dick, drenching Brian’s cheek and forehead
as it spurted out. The white viscous liquid spilled onto
Brian’s upper lip and he licked it greedily into his mouth,
moaning with pleasure. The cock continued to shot, like a
squirt-gun, sending five more big loads into the blonde’s
dripping face and onto his outstretched tongue before the
force of the bursts started to dwindle. Brian’s cock
squirted hot white cum, flying in an arc at least three feet
into the air, landing on STeve’s lower back and ass in long,
ivory streams that dripped down onto Brian’s legs. Brian
took Steve’s spasming cock deep into his throat as it
spurted its last meager but savory loads into his sucking
mouth.

As the two hunky football players finished cumming all
over each other, Marty wasin the midst of his own world of
pleasure. He pulled frantically at his own drooling dick,
his head thrown back, his eyes closed tight in fierce
concentration, oblivious to everything around him. He
arched his back as the cum flew in a long white stream
shooting over his shoulder and dripping down the cold metal
of the locker.

Marty did not hear the sneakered feet pad up to him;
wasn’t aware that halfback Mike Kelly was even watching him
until his hand slammed down on Marty’s quivering shoulders.

“Busted!” Mike yelled triumphantly.

Mike was actually enjoying himself. He couldn’t believe it.
Normally, he didn’t particularly like parties. He went because
his wife liked to go and he usually wound up in a small group
talking while his wife disappeared on the dance floor. But
tonight Mike was enjoying himself. He was dancing with the
hostess, June, and he was enjoying every move they made together
in the crowded den. He caught sight of his wife across the
crowded room, dancing with June’s husband. Even seeing the way
she was molding her body to her partner’s didn’t upset him
tonight. It didn’t bother him because June’s body was glued to
his.

Mike couldn’t believe how he and June were dancing. She had
her face buried against his neck and he could feel her lips sort
of nibbling at his throat. Her body was molded to his own and he
could feel her ample tits against his chest through the pullover
shirt which he wore. He was sure she wasn’t wearing a bra. He
had been pretty sure before he danced with her, because he could
see her nipples pressing against the soft thin blouse she wore.
Now he was absolutely sure she was braless, because he could feel
her tits pressing against his chest. He was amazed at the way
she was rubbing up against him as they danced. He could feel her
crotch against his thigh. She was actually rubbing her pussy
against his leg! And her hip was pressing against his crotch.
He knew that his dick was getting hard in his pants as they
danced. He wondered if she could feel it.

“Umm, Mike, you must be enjoying this as much as I am,” June
whispered in his ear. “You’re getting a hard-on.”

“I’m sorry, June,” he said, “I just couldn’t help it.”

“Don’t appologize,” she giggled. “I think of it as a
compliment.” As she said this, she boldly rubbed her stomach
against the bulge in his pants. He gasped with pleasure.

“Why don’t we go out and dance on the patio where it isn’t
so crowded?” June suggested. “Besides, it’s cooler out there.”

June pulled away from him and took his hand. They threaded
their way through the swaying couples and went out through the
sliding glass doors onto the patio. There were two other couples
dancing in the semi-darkness away from the light which came
through the sliding glass door.

June led him over to a dark corner of the patio and snuggled
up against him. He took her in his arms and they began to move
to the music again. As they danced, he glanced at the other two
couples. He could see that one couple was the gal who lived
across the street from him and a guy from across town. He
suddenly realized that the guy had one hand in the woman’s
blouse! He was feeling her tits as they danced!

If he had thought June was dancing close inside, it was
nothing compared to what was going on now. She was actually
rubbing her stomach up against his hard dick! She seemed to be
enjoying the feel of it against her belly.

Mike caught a glimpse of the other couple and suddenly
realized that it was his wife and June’s husband. They didn’t
seem to realize that Mike and June were there. He saw that
June’s husband had his hand down on his wife’s ass. He was
squeezing it and probing between her legs with his fingers from
behind. Then he realized that she had her hand down between them
and was rubbing his dick through his pants.

“They really seem to be enjoying themselves, don’t they?”
June whispered in his ear.

“You don’t mind?” Mike asked.

“Oh, no,” June chuckled. “Sam has been wanting to get in
Betty’s pants ever since we met the two of you.”

“What?!” gasped Mike. He drew back and looked down at her.

“Oh, don’t be like that,” she told him. “Actually, I’ve
been wanting to get in your pants ever since Betty told me what a
big dick you have.” She reached down and boldly grasped his hard
dick through his pants.

“Boy, she wasn’t lying,” June giggled. She slid her hand up
and down the length of his big rod, massaging it through his
pants.

“Come on, forget them,” June whispered to him. She took one
of his hands and slid it inside the bottom of her blouse.

Mike found himself sliding his hand up over her warm flesh
in spite of himself. His hand closed on her big tit and he began
to squeeze and manipulate it. She gasped into his ear. Out of
the corner of his eye, he saw Sam slide the zipper down in the
back of Betty’s pants and slip his hand down inside. He knew
that Betty wasn’t wearing any panties so he knew that Sam had his
hand on Betty’s bare ass. He saw that Sam had his other hand up
inside Betty’s blouse, and he knew that she wasn’t wearing a bra
either. He wondered for a moment if Betty knew he was there,
then he realized that she had her head buried in Sam’s neck, and
couldn’t possibly know who else might be on the patio. Stangely,
Mike found himself almost as excited by what Sam and Betty were
doing as by what he and June were doing.

“Why don’t you pull my skirt up and feel my pussy?”
suggested June. “I’m not wearing any panties,” she added.

Without hesitating, Mike pulled her short skirt up in the
back and slid his hand down over her warm bare ass. When he
reached the bottom of her ass, he just slid his hand right in
between her legs from behind and dipped his middle finger into
her crack. He found her pussy flowing with juice!

Glancing at Sam and Betty again, he saw that Betty was
unzipping Sam’s pants. Evidently, Sam was not wearing any
shorts, because his dick sprang right out through the open fly.
Mike was a little relieved to see that Sam’s dick wasn’t quite as
big as his own.

Mike felt June’s hand pulling his zipper down. She pushed
the front of his jockey shorts down and wrapped her hot hand
around his hard prick.

“Umm,” she purred in his ear. “That thing is huge.”

Mike removed his hand from June’s blouse and boldly began to
unbutton it. When he had it unbuttoned all the way, he pulled it
wide open and palmed one of her big jugs.

“Why don’t we find someplace a little more private?” June
suggested. Mike didn’t resist when she pulled away from him and
took him by the hand, leading him towards a gazebo in the back
corner of the yard. Boldly, they walked hand in hand towards the
gazebo, with June’s blouse hanging open and Mike’s dick sticking
out of his open fly. When they reached the gazebo, June led him
inside and then turned to face him. She wrapped both her arms
around his neck and pulled his lips to her own. Mike palmed both
of her tits as he kissed her. He felt her breath quicken in his
mouth as he pinched her nipples.

Pulling his lips away from hers, he bent down and took a big
rubbery nipple in his mouth. He sucked it in between his lips,
gently nibbling on it. While he sucked her tit, he reached down
and pulled her skirt up, sliding his hand up between her legs.
He palmed her pussy, feeling the heat from it against the palm of
his hand.

Gently, Mike inserted the tip of his finger between her
pussy lips, gradually sliding the finger down deeper into her
slit. He rolled her clit with his finger, then slid his finger
farther down and swirled the end of it around in the entrance to
her pussy hole itself.

He felt her slowly backing up. He raised his head from her
tit to see what she was doing. Then he realized that she was
maneurvering them to a table located over against the wall. He
followed her, keeping his finger busy in her pussy. When they
reached the table, June just reached down and pulled her skirt up
around her waist and sat her ass up on the edge of the table.

She reached down and began to unfasten his belt and unfasten
his pants. When they were unfastened, she let them slide down
and pushed his shorts down. She wrapped her fingers around his
massive hard-on and slowly slid her hand up and down the length
of his shaft. Mike now had his finger buried in her wet pussy.
He was sliding it in and out of her, fingerfucking her with the
entire length of it.

Suddenly, whe began to pull on his dick, drawing him close
to her.

“Fuck me, Mike,” she begged him. “Stick that big dick up my
hot pussy and fuck my ass off,” she told him. Mike pulled his
finger out of her pussy and moved up against her. He reached
down and took his dick in his hand, sliding the head of it up and
down in her juicy slot. He could feel the heat coming from her
cunt. It felt like an oven. She pulled her legs up and spread
them. Mike slid the end of his dick down to her cunt hole and
slowly began to push it up into her. She groaned as his big dick
slowly penetrated her hot cunt.

Mike couldn’t believe how hot her pussy felt as it slowly
engulfed his dick. He looked down and watched his dick disappear
up between her legs, sliding right up into the pink opening
framed by her black cunt hair.

When he had it all the way up in her, he stood for a moment,
just feeling the wet heat surrounding his dick. He reached down
and hooked his arms under her knees, lifting her legs and
spreading them wide. June leaned back on the table and supported
herself on her hands.

Mike slowly withdrew his dick until only the end was still
in her, then slowly pushed it back up into her again. She
groaned as he fucked her, slowly and deeply.

Mike began to pick up speed now, screwing his dick in and
out of her faster and faster. She was responding to his thrusts,
pushing herself up to meet him on every thrust. Harder and
harder he fucked her, slamming his dick in her up to the balls on
every stroke.

Mike could feel it building up, deep in his balls. He could
feel the pressure moving up along the shaft of his dick,
indicating that he was just on the verge of coming. He wasn’t
sure he could hold off much longer.

Suddenly, June let out a little muffled scream, and her legs
began to jerk and spasm. Her eyes were shut tight, her face a
picture of intense pleasure. Mike groaned and suddenly thrust
forward hard, burying it as far up in her as it would go. His
dick jerked and throbbed as it shot squirt after squirt of his
hot cum deep into her cunt. Finally, the spasms of pleasure
subsided and he just stood there with his dick still buried in
her cunt.

After a few moments, he slowly withdrew his prick from the
juicy hole. She kind of moaned a little as the end slipped out
of her. He lowered her legs and pulled her back up to a sitting
position.

“Oh, boy,” she smiled at him. “That was really something
else!”

“You can say that again,” he agreed with her. “I can’t
remember when I have come so hard.”

“It’s that strange pussy,” she told him. “Getting some that
you haven’t had before will always do that to you, or so Sam
says.”

” Speaking of Sam, I wonder where he and Betty are,” Mike
said.

“Why don’t we find out?” June suggested, sliding down off of
the table, letting her skirt fall back down into place and
beginning to button her blouse. Mike quickly pulled his shorts
and pants up and got himself fastened up.

They moved over to the entrance to the gazebo and June
peered out.

“There they are,” she said, pointing into the darkness.
Mike looked out past her and saw them. Betty was sitting on a
bench in the semi-darkness, leaning back in much the same
position which June had been in. Her blouse was hanging open and
her pants were lying on the ground beside her. Sam was on his
knees, between her wide-spread legs. His pants were down to his
knees and Mike could see his dick, appearing and disappearing
below Betty’s ass as he fucked it in and out of her pussy. He
could hear her moaning and groaning, saying “Fuck me, Fuck me”
the way she always did when she was really getting her ass
screwed off. And it was obvious that she was really getting
herself fucked good. Sam was banging her as hard as he could.

As June and Mike watched, the other couple suddenly went
into orgasm. Betty was pulling and clawing at Sam, who had his
dick buried to the hilt in her cunt, pumping load after load of
cum deep into her spasming twat. Finally, they raised up and
separated. Mike and June watched them rearrange their clothes
and head back for the house before they themselves left the
shadow of the gazebo.

Something suddenly occurred to Mike. “Why didn’t Sam bring
her to the gazebe?” he asked June. “They could have walked in on
us.”

June giggled. “That happened once,” she told him.
“Actually, I walked in on him screwing the wife of the guy I was
about to fuck. The guy got very upset and was about to try to
punch Sam’s lights out when his wife asked him what he was so
upset about when he was oviously there to fuck me.”

Mike chuckled. “What happened?”

“Well, we wound up watching them fuck, then they watched us
fuck, but Sam and I decided that people are too unpredictable to
take a chance on that again. So we decide ahead of time who is
going to get the gazebo for a particular party and the other one
has to find someplace else. It has worked fine for us ever
since. Mike laughed.

At Christmas, when I was up for only a day, I managed to go over
to Shawn’s place just to say hello. There he was, on the floor
watching his brother play a video game. I stuck my toe playfully
between the cheeks of his backside and gave him a nudge and a
cheery, “Hi pal…how’ya been?” He turned and grinned and told
me fine. I couldn’t believe his adorable smile. His eyes lit up
as he turned and saw me. Shawn’s hair was longer and he sported
a single earring. We chatted about pretty much nothing but I was
so anxious to put my hands on him, I finally cradled his cheek in
one had while pretending to examine his earring. Holding his
face in my hands was the only touch I had of him last Christmas.
“That’s pretty rock and roll for a farm kid,” I offered, as I
made sure my touch was more of a carress. He lingered and let me
hold him as long as I dared in the room where his older brother
was also watch.

“Yeah, a regular faggot,” his twenty year old brother snorted. I
saw the instant hurt in Shawn’s face. He was embarrassed that
his brother had said such a thing in front of me. I spent days
wondering what that meant…whether he was calling Shawn a faggot
because of the earring or because of something else that had
happend recently. But for the moment, I just winked at him and
sqeezed his cheek lovingly. There would be another time we could
talk about THAT.

Just an hour before I had to end my Christmas, I happened to be
over at his house to say goodbye. He was on the couch, dressed
in a pair of bib overalls and a flannel shirt. All that I
touched of him was his bare feet. We wrestled momentarily and he
stuck a foot up to my face. It was just reaction. I grabbed his
foot as he poked me with it. And I ran my tongue across the
underside of his toes. He seemed abit surprised at that.

“You taste pretty good, lad. I’ll have to remember that!”

He looked away momentarily but he smiled. I just laughed,
reached down and slapped his jeans on the backside.

“Well, I gotta go. Maybe I’ll be around this summer to see ya.”
And with that, I left to make my goodbyes to my uncle and aunt
before I hit the road.

-0-

When the first summer day of my farm vacation started, it wasn’t
an hour before Shawn had spied my car in my uncle’s driveway. He
was over. He just hung by the back door waiting for an
invitation inside. I didn’t hesitate for I had come to the
country to see Shawn as much as I’d come to see my uncle.

“Hi bud,” I said, “good to see ya. Come on in.” I gave him a
one-armed hug, one of those older brotherly kind of hugs that
most people don’t pay much attention to. He was in the house in
a flash and while my uncle and aunt found him obnoxious, they let
it go because they knew we were sort of buddies. They certainly
didn’t know how close we were and how close I’d like to become
with him. He spent the early evening sometimes with me and
sometimes at home.

After a good family dinner and a talk, the evening grew late by
farmers’s standards. It was pushing eight o’clock. I knew my
uncle and aunt would be going to bed soon for they were always up
by four. They knew I was a night owl and they weren’t surprised
when I said I was going to go across the street to visit with the
neighbors for awhile. I practically ran across the road but I
slowed down and got into my “neighborly” attitude when I knocked
on their rickety back porch door.

Shawn’s dad answered the door. We had me afew times and we
exchanged pleasantries. He invited me on in to the living room
of their modest (and rather trashy) house. It was your typical
poor farmhouse. The only thing less than twenty years old was a
Sony TV, two VCR’s and a Nintendo.

“We’re just getting ready to turn in but you’re welcome to stick
around and watch a movie with the boys,” he said. I didn’t need
a second invitation. Shawn and his ten year old brother were
sprawled on the floor watching Top Gun for what had to have been
the hundredth time. After all, they had five hundred videotapes
for rent out in the garage. I made myself at home on the old
couch, adjusting my shorts downward so as to prevent the crowding
that was coming as my dick grew in anticipation.

“Great movie!” I said, thinking it was mosty great because it had
just started. And lets face it, Tom Cruise never looked better.

“You boys, get ready for bed…you can watch the movie but I want
your faces and hands washed and you in your PJ’s. Do it NOW!”
Their dad had a commanding way about him. He wasnt hard, but he
was firm and the boys hustled upstairs obediently, racing so as
not to miss the entire first fighter scene.

“That’s pretty good,” I said to their dad, as I glanced up,
approvingly that they had jumped to his command.

“They mind. Well, you enjoy yourself. Maybe tomorrow I can get
you to buy off some of this inventory from me.” He had been
wanting to sell of his tapes because most of the farmers in the
area had already seen most of them. We said our good nights and
he went on upstairs. In the next couple of minutes, excitement
built in my loins as I anticipated being almost alone with Shawn.
I tugged at my terrycloth shorts again, stretching them to make
much more room. They were short and loose and as I tugged, I
felt the bare hardness of my growing penis.

Shawn flew down the stairs wearing a long shirt of his dads. No
long pants. I could see his slender, hairless boylegs and the
length of his shirt hiding what I had longed to see. He went
directly into the kitchen and brought out a bag of potato chips.

“These’ll be good,” he said as he settled back down on
the floor. He put the bag of chips between us.

“I remember last winter…YOU tasted pretty good too.” I looked
directly at him to see if he remembered what I was talking about.
He grinned and looked away, sort of rolling his eyes as if to say
“Oh yeah, THAT!”

I grabbed the bag of chips and put them on the couch and enticed
him as if to indicate that if he wanted any of those chips, he
was going to have to share them up here with me.

“Aw come on up here and keep me company,” Shawn hopped up on the
couch, his back up against the armrest and his legs drawn up,
almost touching my leg as I sat near the other end of the couch.
His brother Jason stumbled down the stairs and took his place
directly in front of the TV. I knew he would be occupied as I
hoped to be with his brother.

We sat for awhile watching. Shawn slid down on the couch and his
bare feet were up against my leg. Boy seduction is a specialty
of mine and I know just how it’s done. I put the bag of chips
between his legs and he spread himself to make room for them.
Now I could see the crotch of his underpants and I stared them as
often as I dared. I was hoping he would notice. For a shrimpy,
skinny twelve year old, he filled out those briefs pretty well.
I noticed they fit rather loosely and I could almost see his
balls where the leghole was separated from his skin. It was hard
not to stare. After we munched awhile and shared a Pepsi, I put
them on the floor.

“It’s a little cool tonight,” I mused as I grabbed a nearby quilt
and placed it over us. In doing so, I put his bare legs on my
lap, slid alittle closer to him so his thighs and knees were
resting across my own thighs. I covered him and myself so we
shared the blanket. It left my hands under the covers and
resting on him. We kept watching the movie and all the while, I
stroked the inside of his calf with one hand and the top and
slightly to the inside of one of his thighs with the other.
Shawn was enjoying the attention; I could tell it when I glanced
at him and saw his satisfaction.

By this time, I had a raging hard on and I could hardly control
myself. I moved my left hand to the inside of his thigh and
rested it there. To my surprise, he spread his legs alittle,
giving me more access to his innner leg. And he moved his leg so
it was pressing against my own excitement. He knew. I could
feel my own wetness and my dick was pressing against his soft
leg. I adjusted his leg so it pressed even more intensely on my
erection and he slid it back and forth just alittle, which
brought me to exhale deeply and look at him. Shawn was staring
right at my face and he smiled a naughty little smile. What an
incredible face has. Broad lips, boyish grin, turned up nose and
curly long brown locks. His hair was very long and it curled
below the nape of his neck. It was all I could do to keep
myself from reaching down and kissing him on the mouth. Instead,
I slid my hand from his thigh to his groin and I brushed my
fingers across the top of his underpants. He was hard as a rock
and looking right into my eyes.

I whispered to him. “Hey, you have what I have.” I squeezed his
dick and the muscles in his legs convulsed with pleasure. While
Jason sat in front of the TV watching practice flights over the
California mountains, I slid my hand under the stretched legbands
of Shawns underpants. There was little or no elacticity for
Shawn was one of those lads who peed by pulling a legband to the
side. All winter, I’d dreamed of putting my hand on Shawn’s
boyhood and here it was at hand, firmly in my hand. For only
18, his dick had to have been at least four inches long. And
thicker than I expected for such a diminuitive lad. I ran my
thumb over the turgid head and felt a slight wetness. There
wasnt much there. But I slipped his dick outside his shorts and
gethered what moisture was on the end of it. And I pulled my
hand out and licked my thumb, gazing directly into his eyes.

Shawn looked at me in wonder but he smiled. I put my hand back
under the quilt and onto his member. He slid down further,
pressing his bottom against my leg. That made it easier for me
to hold him but he had other things in mind. Now his own hand
was close enough to my dick that he was able to sqeeze it through
my shorts. I reached over and released my hardness from its
shorts and my dick stuck straight towards him. Neither of us
could see what we were doing under the blanket but we held and
sqeezed each other’s dicks. As I would squeeze his, he would
squeeze mine. As I would rub his up and down, he would rub mine
similarly. As I would roll my thumb across the head of his dick,
he would do the same to mine. I knew I was drooling all over
his hand for his fingers were slippery.

“You better quit that,” he whispered and I nodded and rolled my
eyes and smiled, saying, “Really!”

“Jason,” Shawn called. “Go to bed…you’re half asleep!”
“No I’m not,” the ten year old insisted.
“Yes you are…go on upstairs. I’m not dragging you to bed
again.” With that, Jason got up and dragged his own self out of
the room and up the creaky stairway.

I knew that we were finally alone and no one would surprise us.
Any movement in THIS old house and you can hear it. After he was
gone, I turned back to Shawn.

“Okay…now I’m gonna get you off,” I said as I leaned up and put
myself between his legs. “I’m dying to find out how sweet you
taste.” I gave Shawn no time to think about it. As I removed
the quilt from his lap, I saw his firm dick. His head was
reddish and perfectly formed. Sticking straight up. I uncovered
his privates completely by sliding the stretched leg elastic to
the opposite side of his scrotum. It revealed a twinge of curly
brownish hair…only a whisp around his otherwise hairless
midsection. With a featherlight touch, I grazed his gonads and
ran my nail ever so lightly on up to the end of his dick. He
flenched and his dick bounced firmly up to meet my finger. I
reached my fingers around and gave it a firm squeeze. The skin
stretched as it swelled to its maximum firmness. Finally I
lowered my grasp to hold Shawn’s organ at its base and reached
down and took the head of his boy organ into my mouth, getting it
wet and putting biting pressure with my lips. He was rock hard
and sticking straight up. Finally I tasted him with my tongue
and it was everything I had hoped for. I wet his penis, took my
mouth off of it and rubbed its wetness across the outside of my
mouth, across my cheeks and across my nose. Ah, the smell of it
and the feel of it on my face. I kissed it then took all of him
into my mouth and moved up and down on him, licking and sucking.
Within thirty seconds, his thighs tightened and I felt his whole
pelvis shudder as he spurted his boyload into my mouth. I
withdrew him, all but the head so that I could feel his semen
flow from the end of his dick onto my tongue and I tasted the
saltiness of this tiny mandick’s treasure. Shawn was giving me
all he had. I swallowed his love cum and sucked his dick until
he had no more. There is nothing like boycum. And nothing like
the taste and smell of puberty.

Where he had leaned back and tensed his body, he relaxed as if he
were dead of exhaustion. I looked up at him as I took his
boyhood from my mouth and kissed it and rubbed again around my
mouth and face.

“Oh wow. That’s the first time it ever felt THAT good!” Shawn
closed his eyes and opened his mouth as he lay on the couch,
totally spent. I leaned forward and kissed his lips. He closed
them only slightly and remained totally relaxed so I could kiss
him and lick his beautiful mouth. I held his cheeks in my hands
and kissed all over his boyface.

“You are so sweet, Shawn.” I just held him, kissed him, and
stroked his curly hair. “You’re just delicious. I want to lick
you all over.”

He just lay there but whispered, “After that, you can do whatever
you want.”

“I havent had enough of you yet, boy.” I whispered back.

With that, I reached down and slipped his underpants off of him.
His dick was still swollen but no longer hard. Shawn was small
for his age so I easily lifted his legs upwards. I ran my hands
under his oversized shirt from his hips up his sides and across
to his shoulders and back down his chest. I carressed his flat,
hairless chest, down across his belly and ran my hands to the
outside, taking his boy bottom in my hands. The cheeks of his
fanny were warm to the touch and babysoft. I spread them to
reveal the innner place of his rear end.

“I’m going to lick you everywhere,” I whispered, as i lifted his
pelvis up. His soft legs were over my head and resting on my
shoulders and back. In doing so, his cheeks were spread so I
could see every pubescent part of him. I bent down and licked
the length of his dick. In short strokes, I lowered my tasting
to his boysack and licked his balls all around, lingered at their
base, just and inch from his hairless ass. As I ran my toungue
around the edges, I knew he was enjoying the sensation for his
ballsac witdrew and became rough and firm. And I licked further
down; my tougue sampling the ridge of rough skin between his
balls and his bumhole. I knew he was enjoying the warm wetness
of my tongue in a place he had never felt a mouth’s sensation.

And then I moved to the reddish flower that was his most private
place. All over the crack of his little bottom, I gave him a
tonguing that thought about the similarity between the lips of
his bottom and the lips of his mouth. It caused me to suddenly
explode in my own lap. I could hardly concentrate on the washing
I was giving him, my orgasm was so intense. My whole body
shuddered in a climax caused with no stimulation except for the
feeling of my tongue and my mouth on his perfect little fanny.

I hardly noticed that Shawn’s dick had grown to its former size
and was invitingly sticking straight towards his bellybutton.
When the rush of my own cumming subsided, I could see that he
wanted more. So I moved back to give my attention to his boyrod.
This time he would not be so quick to reach his climax.

As Shawn lay on his back with his eyes closed, I told him to just
stay relaxed and enjoy the feelings I was giving him. His legs
remained up around my neck. I reached to my thigh, dipped my
index finger in my own spent orgasm and wet his anus with it.
And then I continued gently sucking, licking and prodding his
penis as I fingered his rectum. My finger did not go in easily
except for the fluid which made it easier. I only entered with
the tip of my finger for I didn’t want to make him uncomfortable.
I just played with his asshole, fingering in and out and around.
I concentrated most of my attention is his firm dick and I felt
his excitement build to a peak that spent once again in my mouth.
He came less this time but I enjoyed it nonetheless as I watched
his stomach muscles tighten and felt the muscles in his groin
spasm a half dozen times to feed me what of his boyjuices
remained in him.

“That was two good ones for me,” he sighed. And then he got up
and pushed me backwards so this time it was ME who was laying on
my back. “Lets have a look at this,” he said as he uncovered me
to return my favors.

Shawn was surprised to see that I had already cum. “When did
THAT happen?”

“When I was licking your buns, pal. You made me cum in my
pants,” I said softly, as I watched him clean me up with his
wadded up underpants.

He grinned. “Yeah, that was different. You can do that to me
again if you like it so much.”

“Count on it, Shawn. I’ll be here for a week.” We leaned up and
watched the credits to the movie we’d missed. As the tape
started to rewind, I kissed my loveboy on the mouth again, got up
and said “I’ll see you tomorrow.”