After a busy weeklong conference I had arranged to take three days off for myself in Paris. I had arrived the night before and had checked into a 4 star hotel in the Montparnasse area. I picked this hotel specifically since it had been written up on some Internet site as a great 'cruising' location. Apparently the Lobby WC can be quite active with a younger crowd and even the cute bellhops will often join in for some great sucking sessions. Well, so far the only persons I noticed in the WC were elderly oriental gentlemen and fathers with their young sons; not very encouraging for someone as horny as I was. It had been weeks since I had had any sex. The months leading up to the conference had been crammed with my normally heavy work schedule as well as hours of preparatory work for my presentation at this European conference. The conference itself left little time for any relaxation and I found myself falling into bed nightly alone and to tired to even jack-off.

After checking in - and checking out the WC - I rested for a couple of hours and then headed out to cruise a couple of gay 'clubs' on the Lest Bank. Despite how horny I was nothing interested me. I quickly got tired of being hit-on by middle-aged 'queens' trying to look 20 again. There seemed to be little action, just a lot of skittishly cruising back and forth. Or maybe I was just too tired to care. I returned to the hotel frustrated and tired, falling into bed and immediately dropping off to sleep.

I woke late the next morning, more refreshed than I had felt in weeks and after showering and shaving I decided to head into the heart of Paris and grab a quick lunch. I had visited this city a number of times so I had no burning desire to see the tourist sites but I was now getting horny and bored. Even the guys in the club last night were starting to look ok. As I started to walk through the train station to get to the Metro I saw him.

The first thing I noticed was the golden spiked hair, so highly jelled that the light bounced off it like a beacon. This golden crown topped one of the cutest most adorable faces I had ever seen; pale creamy white skin, pierced by ice blue eyes and highlighted with a pair of full, pink, heart shaped lips. This beautiful boy diverted my attention and I almost collided into the woman in front of me. He looked so young and innocent sitting on the floor with his backpack. And then he saw me staring at him and he looked up and smiled. Oh what a wicked sexy smile he had. White teeth flashing through those pink lips and his eyes seemed to penetrate me as I heard my breath catch. I turned my head and walked on as I felt his eyes follow me across the station. I had to look back. I stopped at a newsstand and pretended I look at newspapers. He was still watching me and smiling. I glanced away but could not walk away. Try as I might I could not ignore this 'golden boy god'.

Fuck! What was a matter with me? Here I was at 26, successful climbing up the corporate ladder standing in the middle of a train station starting to sprout a 'woody' over a young boy who looked like he could be 16 - that is 'jail bait' in Canada. At 6'1" and 180lbs of trimmed muscle with good facial features, I have never had a problem attracting sex partners - male or female. I did not need to be chasing after young kids. My mind kept saying 'get out of here' but my cock was now in control.

I finally glance back at him and he looked me up and down and then gave me the most beautiful smile. I could not help myself; I smiled back. He had me and he knew it. He reached down and adjusted his crotch without taking his eyes off me. His shorts were filled with a healthy-looking bulge. He leaned over said something to the two kids sitting near him; then picked up his bag and started to walk towards me. As he got close to me he gave me a nod to follow him and kept walking. I trailed and every few meters he would turn to ensure I was still with him and flash that smile at me. I kept following right to the public washrooms. I hesitated at the doorway for a few moments then said 'fuck it! I want this boy.' and entered. He was waiting at the last cubicles at the end of the room when he saw me he slowly entered keeping his eyes on me until he disappeared. I slowly followed noting that the cubicles were fully enclosed from ceiling to floor giving a fair degree of privacy. I entered and locked the door.

He was sitting with his shorts down around his ankles, his boy cock already starting to swell lying across his upper thigh. His t-shirt was pulled up and tucked behind his head, revealing a beautiful smooth hairless chest already developing defined pecs and abs. I was about to take control when he looked up at me with that smile and I felt my knees go weak. He reached over and started to unbutton my fly working ever so slowly on each button never taking his eyes off mine. I didn't move - no, I couldn't move. The moment was so erotic. My swelling cock did not make his job easy but with great care he pulled my pants and underwear over my hard prick and putting his hands on my hips pulled me towards him.

My cock bobbed forward and lightly caressing his smooth cheek. As I moved my cock slowly over that beautiful face I could feel electric waves pulsate down my spine and through my whole body. What a great sensation, as I rubbed my prick against those lush lips. His tongue darted out licking around my foreskin, teasing me, exploring the sensitive area between the foreskin and my ever-expanding cock-head. He kept using his tongue and was playing me like a beautiful instrument, wetting me, coaching my cock-head to come out and play. Finally he looked up at me smiling with both his mouth and eyes and then he opened his mouth and his lips formed the most sensuous O shape. Fuck! That mouth was made for sucking.

He took me into his mouth and after using his tongue he continued to tease my cock-head out of it enclosure he slowly began to suck. His mouth smothered the head of my cock while the hands enveloped the shaft. They worked together so well I felt as if my cock was in his throat. I remember throwing my head back, feeling my breath catch in my throat and I letting out an involuntary moan, groaning loudly from some primal core deep inside me. My boy god immediately let me fall out of his mouth and said something as he put his finger up to his lips. I had completely forgotten where we were.

Taking my cock in his hand he began to kiss and lick it all over, running his tongue over my piss-slit, painfully lingering before letting me back into his mouth and gently started to applied some suction. This kid may be young but he knew how to suck cock like a pro. He was in no hurry as he continued to suck me excruciatingly slowly, and I was savouring every moment. As one hand was around the base of my prick, his other has caressed my balls, tickling them, and then rubbing them gently.

All I wanted to do was to bury my cock in that furnace of a 'love mouth'. I wanted him to take me all the way into his mouth, his throat, to bury his nose and face in my heat, my sex. I wanted to fuck his mouth. I stared to push and thrust against him putting my hands on the back of his head, feeling those stiff spikes of golden hair. I tried to fuck his mouth. I needed to come so badly. But every time I pushed forward, he pulled away; still sucking and tonguing my cock head but not letting me enter his throat.

I kept trying again but this time he let my cock drop out of his mouth and reaching down to his shorts he started to stand up. Fuck! I had pushed him to hard and I was going to lose him. "It's ok, don't go. Please stay." I whispered.

He stood up and looked up at me and then reached up and kissed my lips to quiet me. This took me totally by surprise and I didn't know if I was getting a good-bye kiss or not. He did not linger on my lips but taking my manhood, which had started to lose some of its firmness, back into his hand, looked down at it. I also glance down and saw that he had not pulled his shorts up but had simply taken something out of his pocket and was holding it in his other hand. It was a condom and he was preparing to cover my 'love tool' for action. I felt my tool stiffen again.

Never taking his eyes off my cock he pumped it a few times and then carefully rolled the thin sheath down to my pubic hairs. Looking back up at me he gave me another one of those beautiful smiles, lightly kissing my lips again. Oh God I was in love - or at least in lust with this kid. He turned around and leaned over the toilet presenting his beautiful butt to me to admire.

And did I ever admire it as I ran my hands over his ass cheeks. Smooth and totally hairless like the rest of his body. I kneaded his ass like bread dough feeling its softness in my hands. Now I felt in control as I wetted my index finger and probed his ass to find his 'boy pussy'. I pushed it into his warm hole to lube it up. It was tight and as I lifted my finger back to my mouth to get more spittle I was pleasantly surprised that it was not only clean but also had an intoxicating aroma - not something that happens all that often in my experience. I worked first one finger and then two, all the time kneading his butt cheeks with my other hand, spreading them to get a look at this little rose bud that I was fucking with my fingers. Once I had three fingers easily passing through his sphincter I knew he was ready as he pushed back and rotated his hips.

But if I thought I was in control of the situation, my boy-god reminded me who was setting the agenda as he reaches behind and finding my cock glided it towards his hole. I did not fight him since I was more than ready as I got into position and slowly pushed my hard cock head into his hole. It literally popped inside him as he held his breath, grunted and let out the quietest moan of pleasure and pain, as more of my cock pierced his ass. It was an intrusion, one he wanted, but needed to relax into. I allowed him a few seconds to become accustomed to my dick and then he turned his head towards me and smiled giving me the sign that he was ok, that he wanted to go on. I pull my fully hard shaft out of his hole, only so far as to allow the head to remain inside and pushed back into his ass, with one long stroke. I grabbed his slim little hips and thrust deeply into him. He pushed back into me at the same time as I started to slowly piston my cock in and out of his hole. Fuck! His ass was sweet and tight.

I slowly began to fuck him and each time I pushed forward he pushed back onto my cock. We kept this pace up for some minutes all the while we heard people coming and going all around us, which only added to the excitement. I was not going to last much longer and as I felt the telltale pressure build up I bent over this kid as he held onto to the toilet seat. I ran my hands over his smooth ads, tweaking his tiny nips. I reached down to grab the boys cock that I had not yet touched, and he began to massage my prick with his tight ass muscles. As I placed my hand on him he started to cum which pushed me over the edge. That did it! I exploded in his ass filling the condom with shot after shot. I tried to lift myself to stand up but my legs began to wobble as I bent over holding the boy, hanging onto his thrusting cock that did not seem to want to stop cumming.

Finally we both calmed down and suddenly realized just how cramped this little cubical was. As I softened I was able to extract myself and we cleaned ourselves as best we could as we re-arranged our clothes. I whispered, "Let's get out of here." and we carefully slipped out of the toilet area and went to wash our hands.

***

There we are standing side by side washing our hands trying to be cool after having just had great sex. We are looking at each other in the mirror and we both smile together.

In my best French I introduce myself. "Bonjour my name is Michael; I'm on holiday from Canada for a few days. Where are you from?"

In perfect English he responds; "Hi! I'm Johan or you can call me John, whatever you like. I'm also on vacation. From Denmark. Been camping with some friends from school in Normandy but the weather was awful. Cold and rainy so we came back to Paris to see what fun we can have."

"I think you just had some. I know I did. That was fantastic."

"Yea, I was really horny. My friends are only interested in girls so I have not had much action on this trip. You looked interested so I figured what the fuck."

"I am glad you did - that was great. So where are you off to now. Heading home with your buddies?"

"No. We will stay in Paris for a few days. They know some chick that will put us up in her apartment but she does not get home until later so we were just hanging around until she picks us up."

"Oh!" I said, hearing my own disappointment in my response. "Do you have to stay with them? I'm staying in the big hotel across the street for the next few days. If you want you can join me."

Was that pleading in my voice?

"Man! That would be great. Better than sleeping on the floor while those two screw the bitch all night. It's not my scene you know. How I would fancy a hot shower and a real bed with sheets. I feel so grubby and tired. I would also love to do more of that," he said as he tossed his head in the direction of the cubical and gave me one of those sexy smiles. I felt excited. As we walked out of the washroom towards the station proper I hesitated and then asked, "By the way just how old are you?"

Johan laughed and pulling out his wallet and showed me his Passport.

"See, I'm more than legal age in both Denmark and France. Hey, you know that the legal age of consent here is 15. I'm a lot older than that but I know I look young. Many of the blond Danes do. No beard. And I'm short. No problems, ok? "

I smiled back at him, glad that I got the right answer. What would I have done if he were younger? "Okay. As you say, no problems." I answered, "I just wanted to be sure. Don't want to get us in trouble, if you know what I mean. Although, after what just happened in there, I guess I would have already been in shit."

He laughed and touched my ass in a sexy way. I felt both thrilled and uncomfortable with this public display of affection - but what the hell, I said, this was Paris, and I leaned back into his touch. I was suddenly light-headed and a little giggly as my manhood stirred. We headed back to his friends and Johan told them he was not going with them. They smiled at us and one of them said "Enjoy!" and gave me the thumbs up. All the time we were talking, Johan is playing with my ass. Is everyone in the station watching us; judging me? At this point I said screw it - this was my time and I will enjoy it in whatever way I want. "I think they where quite relieved. It is easier for all of us," he said as we walked towards the exit. "I would have probable wondered off in the night and got into trouble or something. This way I'm safe." he looked at me with a knowing smile, not cocky or sexy this time. No, more like a kid asking for a safe haven and comfort. I suddenly felt protective of my little Dane and we fell into silence crossing the street, heading towards the hotel. I was wondering what was I getting myself into? Would this kid walk off with my cash and watch in the night? Oh well if that was the worst that happen it will probable be worth it.

Once into the room he tossed his bag onto the bed and looked around. And I mean looked around - he wondered around talking to me about nothing in particular - glancing in the closet, taking fleeting looks at what was on the dresser and desk, admiring my computer before moving on to the bathroom, checking out everything on the counter, including my overnight bag. He was acting like a kid. Not inhibited in any way. I watched him feeling very much like an adult keeping a eye on my charge, standing there with my hands on my hips and a smirk on my face wanting him to slow down so I could get my hands back on him.

He finally stopped and looked at me with an embarrassed smile. "Sorry. I was being noisy. I do this a lot - but it is a quick way to get comfortable with new places and people. I can tell a lot about someone by what they read and wear."

Then his smile changed and his white teeth flashed, melting me in its intensity. "It a fine room. Nice shower. Big enough for the both of us you think?"

Without waiting for a reply he started flinging off his clothes throwing them everywhere. I gaze at his white little ass as it disappeared into the bathroom and heard first the toilet flush and then the shower start. I followed but with a little more decorum. It seemed to me that I was doing a lot of following this beauty. Did I mind? No. He could lead me to hell and back - and maybe he would.

By the time I got into the bathroom Johan was already in the shower. I took my time joining him, frozen for a minute or two, spellbound by the beauty of his smooth body with water cascading over it. I drank in my first real view of my golden hair "boy god" naked. Although he was short - a good head shorter than myself, which would make him about 5'5" or 5'6" - his slender young body was perfectly proportioned with upper body muscles giving him some definition. I had a great view of his chest with tiny nipples coated in lather, his narrow waist and his shimmering flat belly leading to silky long hairless legs. Oh how I wanted to run my hands over every inch of his lithe young body.

But most of all I desired to see the focal point of this beauty that lay between the belly and the legs. My first good view of that most delicious looking 'boy sausage' sent an immediate signal to my own cock. It was long and thick within its foreskin casing, big for a boy of his age and size. He was clean-shaven, except for a small puff of light flaxen pubic hair, well trimmed and shaped into an outline of a heart. Just above and to the side of this 'heart' was a small tattoo of a green salamander with a red tongue - cute. This all accented the focal point of his body and the source of my excitement. "This was no ordinary 'kid,'" I said to myself as I swallow hard at the sight of Johan's lithe young body and ripe boy-cock glistening with water and soap I glanced back to Johan's face as I started to remove my clothes. The water had washed out the stiff peaks and his bright golden hair hung down on his forehead. His eyes were closed as the water ran down his face but I notice his sand-coloured eyebrows and his extremely long eyelashes that added to the softness of his face. But it was his mouth and lips that highlighted his appearance and had first drove me crazy. His lips were pink and full with a delicate pout and a slight over-bite, which gave him that wild sexy smile. The wetness made them even more luscious and the envy of any woman. Suddenly he opened his eyes and saw me staring at him. His tongue pocked through those lips as he smiled and raised his eyebrows in an invitation. I snapped out of my trance and decided it was time to get a taste of that mouth.

I quickly removed the rest of my clothes and eagerly entered the shower. Although the shower was big for a European hotel, there was really not much room for the two of us, and our bodies immediately started to make contact with each other. My cock, which by now was awaken and rigid, initially lost some of its stiffness when the hot spray hit it but as we started to wash each other, lathering our bodies until they were covered with soapsuds, my sexual arousal quicken and we then fell into each other arms slithering and gliding against each other while touching each other in spots and ways that only lovers would. I felt my prick swell and extend up Johan back as I stood behind him rubbing his chest and gently washing and pinching his nips. I raised his arms and began to wash his underarms, which were bare of hair - cleanly shaved!

As the water slowly washed the soapsuds away I turned Johan around to face me and putting my right hand on his cheek I moved my head down to his and tenderly started to kiss and lick his mouth. I gently sucked first his upper lip, then his lower one. His lips were as soft and lush as they looked and he let me explore them gently for several minutes. As I broke the kiss, I ran my fingers over his eyebrows, over his cheeks, putting both hands on the sides of his face, angling him so that I could now kiss him with maximum lip and tongue contact. He raised his face toward mine, his eyes looking up into mine with complete trust. I leaned down to his face and literally melted into those hot lips. I ran my hand around to the back of his head, pulled his mouth harder into mine and he returned my kiss with a firmness that surprised and excited me. I felt my own lips moisten themselves on my tongue and arc themselves to mould themselves onto his mouth, as he kissed me, hard, flat-out. I felt his tongue slide up into my mouth through that wide-open kiss, my tongue brushing his, tasting it, playing with real energy and vitality; our eager tongues darting in and out of each other mouth, clashing and duelling with each other.

I opened my eyes and found that Johan was looking intently at me, those bright blue eyes smiling at me as we continued to kiss. All the time the warm shower continued soaking us, highlighting the contrast between my darker, hairier body with his translucent silkiness.

Our hands began to again explore each other. My hands roamed down his back to his perfectly round ass cupping his soft ass cheeks, while he began to explore my chest, working his away through a few scattered hairs to my nipple, teasing it, then downwards exploring my belly and my modest six-pac. His hand was only inches away from the tip of my cock that had worked its way up between our bodies, hard with excitement. I could now feel his cock uncoiling, beginning to poke at my ball sack. I open my legs and he slid his cock in between them, his warm wet manhood rubbing against my balls. He let out a soft sexy moan, which was the only sound except for the spatter of the water around us. I soon followed with a moan of my own as he took my dick in his hand and began caressing it.

He began thrusting his cock between my thighs, fucking them as he stroked me. I held on to his ass pulling him towards me with each plunge of his cock. I could feel his cock head free itself from his foreskin and pierce through my legs. I broke the kiss as I sighed. "Oooooooooh fuck Johan, you have one long hot juicy cock." My own cock was now leaking like a sieve and my golden hair lover rubbed my pre-cum over my cock and around and around, then he then pulled his finger up and rubbed it across my lips, I took his finger into my mouth and began to suck it. Johan just looked at me giving me one of those wicked sexy smiles. He returned his hand to my cock jerking away at it. With one hand on my hip he continued to fuck my thighs but now with a new urgency as the pressure started to build. I felt my balls begin to tighten and knew it wouldn't be long

"Do you like this?" he asked me tenderly as he jerk his cock back and fore between my legs still holding my dick in his hand. "Ye, ye, yes!" I whispered to him emphatically, "I'm afraid I'm going to cum."

At that he reaches up and started licking my ear hole with his tongue as he caressed my dick with added enthusiasm. My body trembled with these new sensations and I felt Johan tense up.

'Aah...aah...aah...aah...' he whimpered, his cock expanded and stopped thrusting as his cum began to spurt. At the same time I let loose my first salvo as I lifted Johan up by his butt, holding him against my body, and leaning back against the shower stall wall. We kissed again as our lips and tongues worked away through our common moans. Our faces fused as our tongues danced together, strong and moist.

Slowly we came back to earth after a mind-blowing organism. Johan released my soft cock and stood up running his hot wet body over mine kissing me. Our soft cocks slowly massaged against one another. As our bodies parted we both grabbed some soap and again soaped each other's bodies, my hands running over his amazing body. I rubbed my soapy hands over his soft cock and balls. After they were nice and clean, I went between his legs and soaped his asshole. With that, he moaned softly as he did the same to me. We both rinsed off and headed out of the shower. We towelled off the dampness, but we weren't completely dry when I picked up my boi toy and carried him to the bed placing him there as I lay beside him. He looked at me and I saw a gentle smile at the corners of his soft succulent lips. Oh what a beautiful sight.

He quickly curled up against me and in a few minutes he was breathing softly as he drifted off to sleep. I was content. This was turning out to be one great holiday.

***

I must have drifted off to sleep because the next thing I remembered I was dreaming. No, not a dream. I opened my eyes and looked down and all I could see was a golden head buried in my crotch and all I could hear was the soft sounds of slurping as I realized that I was being ministered to by my guest.

Johan's tongue was running around the head of my cock easing it out of its foreskin and then it ran down the underside before coming back up and again circling my cock head right at the ridge. My cock was glistening with his saliva. He went nice and slow taking my cock into that sexy mouth of his as he now began bobbing up and down. When he reached the top of his stroke he brushed his tongue around the top of my gland. As he went back down he again used his tongue, pressing the tube on the underside. This boy was a natural and this was a blowjob from heaven!

I was now fully awake, and aroused, as I started matching his movements with very small thrusts of my own. I lightly clutched his head running my hands through the soft golden locks before resting them there while he set the pace. His hands slowly roamed up my body poking a finger into my belly button, feeling my abs, and teasing my hairs on my chest before finding my tight little nips. We stayed like this for several minutes. He was taking his time, and I was in no hurry. I had cum twice in the last couple of hours and felt I could last for hours.

As I looked down, the sight of his lips on my cock and his head bobbing up and down and the feel of his hair in my hands was getting to me. Then as if Johan felt me looking at him, he stopped in the middle of a stroke and gazed into my eyes. Those eyes! Ice blue irises that sparkled, surrounded by lush lashes and toped with sand-coloured brows - they could pierce my soul.

At that moment I knew I could not just lie there passively. I needed to return the pleasure he was giving me.

"Johan, move your body around so I can taste you. Lets do it together." I said, as I reluctantly lifted his head away from my cock. He let it out of his mouth with a popping sound, flashed his teeth at me and with the movements of a wild cat sneaking up on its prey he repositioned himself above me in a perfect 69 pose.

There it was, inches away from my face. That perfect boy cock, alabaster white with pink undertones and purple veins. And there looking down at me, appearing to be smiling at me, was the little green salamander. A hairless ball sack was swinging freely filled with walnut sized balls. I reached up and cradled them with my left hand, they were just right for a handful. They felt perfect in my hand as I gave them a small tug. I let my fingers wrap around his beautiful uncircumcised cock. His cock was broad with a perfect mushroom head still trying to pock out through the foreskin. It was hot and hard and ready for action. I slid my hand up and down a few times, just sliding the skin back and forth.

My tongue came out and touched and tasted the tip of his cock. Then using my tongue I licked the head all around, bathing it in saliva. When it was all wet I formed my lips into an "O" and slid them over the head to where the ridge meets the shaft, holding the base with my hand. I began to swirl my tongue over the velvety surface and I could taste the faint salty flavour of precum on my tongue. I removed him from my mouth and stroked his cock holding his skin taut and squeezed just a bit to see his mushroom head flare out and turn a bright, shiny, purplish red. I used my tongue again all over his cock as I begin moving up and down his tool. I suck in my cheeks and feel a unique sensation as I feel his mushroom head rubbing along the walls of my cheeks.

This brought a sigh from him and he started to hump into my mouth. I could feel his tool pulse between my lip and his body behind it pushing itself into my mouth. I waited for the first few pushes, letting him think that's all I could take it into my mouth, and then with a gentle sucking, I opened my throat and swallowed the whole thing. I had his entire cock inside my mouth and throat, my chin hitting the little green salamander, my nose rubbing the smooth little balls. Now Johan was really moaning and humping.

"Oh fuck Mike, you can really suck cock. I fuck your mouth!" Johan was quite right. I am not just a good cocksucker; I am a great cocksucker. No matter the size, no matter the width I learned long ago how to suppress the gag reflex, and I enjoy surprising guys with my talent almost as much as I enjoy fucking another guys throat. Johan has a beautiful cock, not huge, and it fit very nicely with little effort into my mouth. I was enjoying it and delighted in the pleasure I was obviously giving him.

I let my hands roamed his lower back down to his perfectly ass which I began to slowly caress. Johan had released my cock and was now moving down to get access to my nuts that he was licking and taking them into his mouth one at a time. He was pulling my knees up as he moved further down to the area between my nuts and my ass that is so sensitive. He was lightly licking this area that was driving me crazy. It was then when I felt his finger begin to worm its way up to my ass. With his tongue just centimetres from my little rose bud he worked his finger opening me up until he pushed in and it was my turn to let out a grunt. He almost immediately pulled out and replaced his finger with his lips and tongue. My grunt turned to moans and I was having difficulty keeping focused on my job at hand - or should I say at mouth.

It has been awhile since I let anyone rim me. Don't get me wrong, I love ass play and am pretty good at it myself. But some guys get the wrong idea and think that rimming leads to fucking. That's fine as long as I do the fucking. I don't want anyone to get the wrong idea. I am a total top - period.

The few times that I have been fucked have not been particularly pleasurable, at least for me. They have been rather painful, uncomfortable and usually rushed and impersonal. Not that these experiences have not been positive since they made me a better lover. I am now careful to ensure that I treat all my lovers with as much tenderness as they want, never hurrying until they are ready. I needed to take control of the situation soon. But oh this boy was good, really good, and I was whimpering with pleasure.

Johan had lifted his body and his cock popped out of my sucking mouth. He swung his small body around until all I could see again with his golden head when felt like it was trying to be stuffed into my ass. After some good ass licking, Johan popped his head up and gave me one of those wicked smiles. He replaces his tongue with his little finger in my ass and took my raging hard-on back into his mouth. With every up stroke his eyes made contact with mine. My tight ass was opening up to his ministrations and I was having problems doing anything but whimpering and sighing. He pulled his pinkie out of my ass and immediately replaced it with his index that took me a little by surprise. It was not much bigger but it was a lot longer and reached some interesting places. After a few minutes I felt him trying to insert a second finger. That was far enough ---- but I could not tell him to stop. I did not want him to stop. He continues to suck and lick at my cock while finger fucking me. I was so hard.

At times he just kissed my cock gently, and then nibbled slowly down my shaft. It was wonderful; just an amazing physical sensation. Then he moved down again to gently lick my balls, darting in and out and making my writhe with pleasure. Just when I least expected it he pulled up sharply and then dived down again, taking my cock into his warm, moist mouth and clamping hard onto me. He proceeded to suck me, not roughly but with a hunger and control I would not had expected from someone so young. I began to wonder how long this boy had been having sex.

Before I realised it he had his two fingers deep in my ass and I had pulled my legs us giving him full access. And then they were gone and I felt so empty. Johan was moving up my body kissing my flesh until it tingled and finally reaching my lips, which he sucked and invaded. I could feel his hard cock on my abdomen, urgent, burning with passion.

"I fuck you Mike." He said. It was not a request, just a statement of fact. And my only response was to raise my legs as he reaches for the lube and condoms. He returns his fingers to my ass, this time with enough lube to enter with ease. I helped him put on a rubber and he give his covered cock a generous coating. He is keeling between my outstretched legs looking at me, smiling. He slowly withdrew his three fingers from my inflamed and by now slightly sore anus. I actually moaned at the loss of the intense pleasure from my ass. I could see him stroking himself a few times until his cock disappeared from my sight and I felt his thick meaty boy cock positioned at the rose bud of my ass. As he began pushing against my anal pucker I gave an involuntary jerk backwards and Johan thrust forward pressing home. The plum size head of his cock was now behind my sphincter muscle. I let out a little yelp of pain and thankfully he did not hurry once it broke through. It was painful and I motioned to stop as I got use to him.

He then slowly pushed his cock into my ass, pausing every few seconds. The pain was still there, but it was getting less intense. Then I could feel his balls pressed against my ass, his cock was buried all the way into my ass. He stopped long enough for me to get use to his cock inside of me and then proceed to fuck me. And to my surprise I truly loved every moment of it. As I looked up at Johan above me he continues to smile that sexy way of his and as our eyes met I knew this was going to be a special fuck.

Putting my legs on his shoulders Johan pressed into me with slow long thrusts, which put intense pressure on my prostate. As I looked down my body I notices that my own cock, which had lost any firmness during the initial invasion was now beginning to swell again. This had never happened to me before and I was starting to feel a pleasure that I had only given but never experienced.

As Johan's plunge deep into my ass I started to get vocal, something that I love to hear when I'm on top. "Ohhh, UHHH! YEAHHHHHH, YEAAHHH, UHHH!! FUCK! GOD, SOOO BIGGGGG!!! FILLING MY ASSSSS!!! FUCK ME! HARD!! HARDER!! HAAAARRRDDEEERRRRR!!!!"

And he did fuck harder and faster and his eyes closed and his beautiful mouth opened. He was speaking to me now in words that were hard to understand, a mixture of French, English and Danish (I guessed), urging himself on to greater heights.

My cock was now painfully hard as Johan continued to pound my ass with all his might, his balls slapping my ass with every thrust. Things were getting intense as Johan again picked up his pace in fucking my hole. Neither one of us were going to last much longer as solid waves of pleasure pulsated throughout my body. Johan was no longer able to formulate words with the intensity of bliss he seemed to be experiencing.

I continued to urge him on as I cried out to him: "Oh, please baby, I want to feel you cum! PLEASE! PLEASE FUCK ME, CUM!! SHOOT YOUR HOT JISM, FUCKERRR!! UHH, UHHH, UHHHHHHHHH!!!!"

I knew that it was only a matter of a very short period of time before I came even though my cock had not been touched. Just then Johan tensed up and pushed deep into me. I could feel his clock swell. "Ooh, oooh, Mike, oooh, no...oh.." he cried as he exploded. At the same time that I felt the spasms deep in my ass, my muscles began to contract gripping his cock and I went over the edge shooting one of the biggest load of my life all over myself.

The sensations were so intense that I struggled to remain focused on the moment. Our bodies were now coated in a sheen of sweat as we pounded against each other and then Johan collapsed on top of me.

"Oh, God," I groaned as we lay there unable or unwilling to move. I wrapped Johan in my arms; he still lodged inside of me.

***

As we came back to earth I disentangled myself and headed back to the shower. Johan called out asking if I was hungry. I realized that I still had not had lunch – and it was now after 3 in the afternoon.

"Sure, phone down and order something light to tide us over and then we can go out and have something more substantial."

I took my time in the shower letting the hot water run over my body and especially my ass as I wondered what was going on here. This stranger - this kid, almost a decade my junior, who I just met had done things to me that I had let few others do -- and I loved it – wanted it – craved it. My swollen asshole still seemed to twitch with excitement just recalling how his cock had invaded it.

I cleaned myself up and was just coming out of the bathroom when there was a knock on the door. Johan called out to come in and a waiter entered with a tray of croissants and cheese, and what looked like a bottle of Champagne. I quickly jumped back to grab a towel to cover myself but I don't know why I bothered since Johan was still lying on the crumpled bed completely bare assed, a package of condoms and lube on the bed stand and a filled used condom on the floor by the bed.

The surprised waiter looked at Johan then slowly turned and looked at me, back at Johan and again to me with a telling smile now on his face. In perfect English he asked where we wanted the tray. Johan with an impish smile told him to bring it over and put it on the bed. He took his time crossing the room giving me a chance to check him out. Mid twenties, tall – especially for a Frenchman, powerfully built with good strong facial features, short dark hair. With his back now towards me I got a good view of his tight ass moulded into his black pants as he bent down to put the tray on the bed. He was very close to Johan who was giving him quite the show. They were exchanging words in French and the waiter was making a show of opening the Champagne and pouring two glasses. As he turned to offer me a glass, I reached out letting my towel drop to the floor. The waiter again gave me that knowing smile asking if everything was satisfactory. I raised both my glass and my eyebrows and replied that everything was just perfect. Johan had moved around and was now directly behind the waiter and was cupping his firm bubble ass. The waiter, showing no embarrassment at what Johan was doing, introduced himself as Michel and expressed the hope that he could be of some assistance to us. Johan again said something to him in French, which I did not understand, to which Michel replied that he was off duty at 9:00. I quickly jumped in and added that it would be wonderful if he could bring us more Champagne just before he went off duty and maybe stay for a drink. I then went to the tray and proceeded to sign the bill, giving Michel a sizable tip. While I did that Johan was standing rubbing his small body against Michel behind. As I handed the bill to Michel I could not help notice that the front of his pants were now pressed against an expanded bulge. Michel lingered a little longer exchanging pleasantries and insuring us that he would be pleased to be of service.

"I'm sure you will be able to service us." I said as I cupped the front of his pants giving his cock a gentle squeeze, opened the door and let him out.

We picked away at our snack and sipped our cold Champagne while we cleaned up and dressed and then off to downtown Paris. As we walked through the train station on the way to the Metro I looked over at the spot that just a few hours earlier I had first sighted Johan and we both smiled at each other as we passed the public washroom where it had all started. We made our way to the Champs-Elysees. It was a fine day and the sun felt good as we wandered up the avenue looking in the shop windows as well as people watch. What an elegant and chic city. There were a number of concords off the avenue containing a number of appealing shops. In one of them was a shop that obviously catered to the 'queens' of Paris. Johan almost dragged us inside and outrageous comes to mind in describing some of the clothing; I swear that Liberace got his costumes here. A clerk approached us looking us up and down giving me a knowing grin and after hearing my French addressed us in English. We tried on all sorts of clothes and bought a few items including some nice string briefs and a few t-shirts. We also stocked up on some supplies – more condoms, including some large size ones if my estimate of Michel was anywhere correct, some lube and massage oils and some enemas (Johan's suggestion).

Johan wore on of his new t-shirt that had 5 horizontal rips from side to side – it gave him a rough, poor boy look. We again meandered the avenue finally stopping at a restaurant for a meal. We sat outdoors on the Avenue, people watching and occasionally getting a brief looks from passer-bys. The bill was shocking for the quality of the food but I realized we were renting space not buying food. The day was now beginning to stretch into evening but it was still warm. We made our way to the river and walked along the riverbank and intermingled with others young people. No one seemed to notice or care when we walked arm in arm and I felt overwhelmed to have this beautiful young boy as a companion. We stopped on occasion to exchange kisses and my hand went into one of the slits of his t-shirt and played with his chest, teasing his tight little nipples.

We talked and joked about Michel, wondering if we would see him again. "I'm sure we will. He is obviously gay. I saw the way his eyes lusted over you. And you gave him every reason to return. You were being a little apparent in being available." I said "Are you jealous Mike?" Johan asked. "Not as long as we can share him." I answered. "Oh I don't think that will be a problem. He looks like he has enough for the both of us." "He has that, but just remember that I'm here to, and he is sharing you with me!" I said as I cupped his cute little butt. At that Johan turned to me, cupped the back of my neck and pulled me down to his luscious moist lips, a soft gentle kiss that went on and on. There was passion but no urgency. We walked on but now I felt like I was floating in a dream world.

When we got back to the hotel it was dark and I for one was anxious to get to our room. I was having a problem keeping my hands off Johan and having little fantasies about Michel. When I asked for my key I was told to wait a moment. A dark young man, probable of Arab origin, in halting English approached and apologized saying that there had been a mistake in my original room assignment, that our things have been moved to our new suite and he was sure we would be very satisfied and comfortable. I was about to make a complaint when I looked at his man's eyes. They were dark as coal and I seemed lost in them for a moment. When I focused on the rest of his face, I saw a handsome man in his mid 20's with longish dark hair and a well-trimmed soft beard surrounding full lips and flashing pearly white teeth. My annoyance vanished; what was I to do anyways and why 'kill the messenger'. I took the key and his hand seemed to linger just a little longer then necessary. We exchanged greeting in French with me thanking him and he wishing me an enjoyable and 'pleasurable' evening, at least I think that was how I would have translated the phrase.

As we walked to the elevator Johan asked me: "Did he say a suite?" "I think he got the English words mixed up, I'm sure he meant room. The rooms here are not cheap and there is no way I could afford a suite. I picked this place because of the promise of some 'action', not price or location." As the elevator door closed I took Johan in my arms and we stared to kiss but the door opened almost immediately and we realized we were still in the lobby. "What floor?" Johan asked as I checked the keypad and pressed the noted floor. We both started to laugh as we started to rise. Johan said: "Hey, we are going to the top floor." "Well this is one of the taller building in the area, so if nothing else we should get a good view." I answered. "So what did you think of the clerk." Johan asked. "Oh very cute in an exotic way. Quite striking. If you were not here I may have made a move on him." I joked. "Don't let me stop you. It wouldn't stop me" He quipped.

As we open our door – a double door- it became very clear that the clerk had not mistaken 'suite' for 'room'. Opulent would be the word I would have used. There was a hallway leading into a large drawing room with 2 sofas and a number of armchairs, lots of vases of fresh flowers, floor to ceiling windows, a large wet bar. French doors lead into the bedroom containing a four-posted king size bed, a mirrored wall and again a floor to ceiling window and finally a bathroom the size of my old room.

Johan went wild. If I thought he acted like a kid in our other room, he was now a boy in a candy store. He kept moving around touching everything.

"Wow, isn't this great." "Sure, but who is paying for it?" was my only reply, as I picked up one of the phones and dialed the front desk. I got the same clerk that sent us to this room and after identifying myself I said that there must be some mistake. He kept assuring me that there was no problem and guaranteed me that there would be no additional charges. Then he added: "Michel was sure you would all enjoy the extra room." And then the phone went dead.

I stood there for some time taking this all in. Johan was looking at me and I could see that he half expected me to say we had to leave. When I repeated to him what I had just been told, he ran at me jumping into my arms. I swung him around the room and both of us ending up on one of the sofas.

"I think this means that we can expect a visitor sometime soon." I said.

"Lets get ready then." Johan replied, heading off towards the bathroom. We both cleaned up, first the insides, and then the outsides - showers (this one big enough for the whole hockey team, with three showerheads), shave (I needed out but why Johan needed to was beyond me), blow-dry hair (with Johan fashioning fresh spikes), clean the teeth and freshen the breath and finally we both got into our new silk briefs. I put on a clean pair of pants and shirt and Johan was content to remain in his briefs and his 'ripped' t-shirt. Oh well why not it was sexy and for what we were expecting it perfectly suitable.

And now we waited sitting around in luxury with Johan having a beer and I a neat scotch, not talking much, thinking of what the rest of the day was to bring and me looking at Johan thinking what a luck day it has been so far. It was about 9:15 and the doorbell rang (a door bell in a hotel??) and Johan ran and opened both doors and ushered in Michel with a food wagon. "As you can see we were expecting you." Johan said as he ran his hand down Michel strong muscular back urging him forward into the room.

The wagon contained Champagne and various appetizing looking finger foods. But the most appetizing thing to enter the room was Michel. He still had his uniform on – white shirt highlighted by a black bowtie and a white waistcoat, which was pressed against his bulging chest, black trousers that looked like they had been painted on showing off one of the nicest bubble butt that I have ever seen. There is really something about a man in uniform that is very sexy. And Michel was very very sexy.

As Michel again made a show of opening the Champagne and pouring three glasses this time, he ask if we were satisfied with our alternate accommodations. Johan was all over him rubbing his body against him making it clear that we was happy and I picked up some of the food and fed both of them. There is rather sexy about feeding finger food to your lovers and both of them made suitable noises and we then washed it down with a sip of Champagne. I watch Michel eat and drink and noticed his lips that were firm with a touch of twist or a slight sneer to them. It was quite attractive on him and I was taken in and strangely drawn to them. I was now directly in front of Michel and I reached out to his lips and tongued a drop of wine that cling there. Michel parted his lips and I press my tongue inside of him finding his own tongue waiting, quivering. Our faces fused as our tongues danced together, strong and moist.

Johan was not to be left out as he moved in between the two of us and we soon found that we had three pairs of lips open wide and wet and vying for attention and three tongues battling each other. I ran the tip of my tongue over the outline of both pair of lips and ran my hands through there hair. Michel's was soft and short while Johan's was hard and stiff with his hair jell. I pulled all three of our heads as close together as possible, our lips becoming one with an ardour that sent signals down to my groin. I marvelled at how divergence my two companions were. Johan was soft, with supple, yielding lips and velvety smooth cheeks, while Michel's face was solid with firm lips and a cheek and jaw covered with rough stubble. I was totally consumed with the passion that was flowing between us.

We continued to kiss passionately and began moving our hands up and down over each other back muscles and then to our asses; Johan's was petite, soft and pliable while Michel's was rock-hard and solid. After a few more minutes of this three way French kiss, Johan broke away from our lips and stared to snake downwards to his knees. We moved apart slightly to give Johan room to manoeuvre and as Michel and I continued to kiss, I could hear a zipper being undone, and it wasn't mine. It soon became clear the Johan was having difficulty getting Michel's prick out of the fly opening and he was soon opening the belt and easing his pants down. I was in a position to help push the tight material over that well shaped ass. Michel wore no underwear and when his cock was free I looked down on a wondrous sight. From my groping of Michel in the afternoon I knew he was well endowed, but now fully inflated it was a huge; lengthy with an outsized purple helmet, but it was the girth that made my knees weak.

Johan seemed to waste little time examining this weapon of pleasure as he quickly tried to devour it, his mouth looking so small as he stretched it to engulf this monster. Michel let out a little groan, leaned his head back a little and parted his lips running the tip of his tongue over them. I immediately went back to replacing my tongue on his lips. Johan was making all sorts of guttural noises but I soon felt his hands on my cock as he opened my pants and started to pump my dick. When I felt his tongue on me I pulled away from Michel's lips and looked down. My above average size prick was touching Michel's oversized organ; and while he was not that much longer than me, he looked about twice as thick. I felt my prick twitch and was sure my ass was also twitching. A very interesting evening was ahead of us.

As Johan unrelentingly continued to lick and suck both of us, I moved my tongue from Michel's mouth and followed his cheek with the tip of my tongue until it reached his ear. I nibbled at his right ear lobe for a while, and then licked down across his throat. My lips nibbled the soft flesh of his neck and ear lobes. He gasped, breathing in deep at the touch of my tongue entering his ear. I stared to take off his jacket and then remove his tie. I unbuttoned his shirt and as I stripped it off, my lips followed, playing with his chest hairs and roaming around his well-built pecs which were tops by large nipples which where hardening to my touch. I continued down his washboard abs and the trail of hair that led me to join Johan lips in encircling that beautiful piece of meat. We took turns sucking and nibbling until Michel pulled us up to him and with passionate enthusiasm began to kiss us again. But this kissing was not to last long as Michel soon broke away and picking Johan up carried to the nearest sofa.

When Michel had Johan on the sofa he lifted Jonah's legs removed his g-string and kneeled down and started to suck Johan's already engrossed member – this kid is always hard. After a few moments he lifted Johan's legs higher and dropping to his knees began to rim his tight little ass. The sight of Michel's broad shoulders strong flawless back tapering down to that bubble butt was quite a thrill.

I quickly retrieved some condoms and the lube from the bedroom and joined Michel to worship at that altar of manhood as we took turns licking Johan's cock and rosebud. I let my hand roam up and down Michel's back and ass appreciating this manly figure. At some point Michel turn Johan's anus over to me, climbed up onto the sofa standing over Johan and stated to fuck his mouth. From the noises they both were making and the way Johan was pull Michel's ass towards him it was clear that things were moving along rather rapidly and I quietly volunteered to help out by lubing Johan's tight little hole. First one finger and then two as his boy cunt began to expand and literally twitch open before my eyes. The more lube in his asshole the more his muscles pushed it out and then suck it inside of him.

Michel pulled out of Johan's mouth and looked down at his ready little ass. I handed him a condom – I was right, it was a tight fit - and he moved into position. He didn't slip right in but took his time easing the sphincter open and I was in there so close I could smell their sex as I added more lub and to Johan stretched anus and Michel's prick, urging them both on. As soon as that massive mushroom cock head broke through, Johan replaced my hand on Michel's cock and guided the rest of that steel hard shaft inch by inch into his hole. Johan was breathing hard and it was clear he was in pain but when he seemed comfortable, Michel reached around Johan with his massive arms and picked him up and standing let him slide those last few millimetres down onto his cock. Oh God it looked so hot.

They stood there for a few moments, Johan's arms wrapped around Michel's neck and his legs hocked around his waist, looking into each other eyes. It looked like they were in rapture as they hung onto each other not moving. It was clear that Johan's pain had been replace by some sort of bliss as his sexy smile replaced the grimes. Michel place one of his large hands on Johan's petite butt and began to move Johan who used his arms to pull himself up on that enormous protrusion in his ass. The movements were slight and on the upstroke their tongues darted and danced with each other.

I may as well have been one of the potted plants in the room for all the attention that those two were giving me. And there I was standing with a woody in my hand just watching this passionate vision of this well muscled large hunk holding this slender boy man in the palm of his hand as he rode that thick piece of man meat. They continued on for some time in what looked like a awkward but sexy position until Johan asked to be let down. He then got on the floor on all four with his ass pointed up as Michel reinserted his substantial prick that entered effortlessly. Before Michel had a chance to start thrusting into to him, Johan began moving his hip and butt back and forth. Michel remained still as Johan ferociously fucked himself on Michel's cock. Michel face contorted with surprise and pleasure letting out little moaning sounds every time Johan's ass cheeks hit his pubic bone. But Michel could not play this game for long as he began to match Johan's thrust with his own. And match them he did as he commenced to plough into Johan's hole.

Johan's moans joined Michel's with occasional grunts and even whimper as Michel big cock plunge hard and fast deeply into his butt. Johan suddenly turned and looked at me, smiling and with a jerk of his head motioned me to come over. It was the same movement that he made to me this morning in the station. In a second I was on my knees as he took me into his mouth. We looked into one another eyes and both smiled as I began to fuck his mouth with the same enthusiasm that Michel was showing at the other end. Michel now gazed at me and as I grinned back at him through half closed eyes he reached over and grabbed my head pulling it towards him, thrusting his tongue into my mouth with the same excitement that he using to fuck Johan. His tempo increased and then there was sudden pause as his whole body tensed and with a final thrust, climaxed. Johan arched up until he was kneeling in front of me, holding onto my shoulders.

"Ohhhh. Oh yeahhh. Fuck me baby. Fill my ass!" he cried. I reached down taking his fully erect cock in my hand. It was well lubricated with precum as I jacked him off. The look of sheer bliss covered his face and was matched by Michel expression of rapture.

And then it was all over for them as Johan exploded in my hand and Michel slipped out of his ass. Johan leaned back into Michel as they both fell together onto the floor into a mass of male flesh. And there I was high and dry thinking that with all this quality meat I was left to finish myself off.

We grew up in the large west Texas town of Amarillo. A family of boys --three brothers to be exact. Even though Amarillo is one of the larger cities in west Texas, there was still never enough to do--or enough women for the men of our family. We were known around town for having been around the block a few times with many of the hottest women in town. Age and ethnicity didn't matter a bit to us. We just liked the ladies who enjoyed being fucked good by some boys who knew how. But if you're reading this, you probably don't care that much about that part of our sexual history. As I said, there weren't enough hot women to satisfy our collected horniness. That's why we had such a close and open sexual relationship. As the middle son, I learned about the capabilities for pleasure that my body offered from my older brother, Bryan. He was never bashful around me and actually loved flaunting the fact that he was getting hair in really cool places and was developing a huge dick. He would often parade around the upstairs of our house when my parents weren't aware. I soon started looking forward to seeing his developing body and knowing that I was only a little less than two years behind him in my own maturation.

Finally the day came when I discovered the first short, curly hair in my crotch. I knew my dick would soon be growing and I'd be able to show off my equipment to my younger brother, Neil, and watch him envy what I had. Before very long, I had developed a full brown bush around my penis and had grown to a respectable 7 inches when hard. Bryan had told me that he could make himself cum and how great it felt and I couldn't wait to find out what that would be like. One afternoon during summer vacation, all three of us boys had been swimming in a local pond to help cool off from the intense west Texas heat. We were only wearing our boxers and were the only ones around this remote area. We were wrestling as we often did and I felt Bryan's crotch rub up against me and knew I definitely felt some hardness there. Before I knew it, he had jokingly pulled my boxers down and somehow managed to pull them off all the way and toss them to the shore. I reached over and grabbed Neil's and did the same thing. Neil and I looked at each other and at the same time said "Let's get him!" and attacked our big brother stripping him naked.

Now the three of us were romping around splashing each other and laughing. We somehow drifted back to shore and were only in water up to our knees and soon slowed down our play to stop and check out each other's dick. Bryan's was the largest and hairiest and was semi-hard, swaying down half way to his knees. I was next largest in size and the sight of my brother's semi-hardon had me growing too. Surprisingly, Neil's dick was already the same size as mine and even a little hairier, even though he is almost 2 years younger. We all shared the same fat, mushroom- shaped head and low-hanging nuts.

Bryan was first to move his hand to his dick and comment on how good it felt to be naked in the woods with his brothers with nothing to do but jerk-off. Neil and I looked at each other and grinned and he shrugged and said, "I will if you will - I haven't actually ever been able to cum, yet, although it always feels good to get my dick hard and play with it. Can you guys show me how it's done by professionals?" Bryan and I laughed and I said "Our big brother is the pro, let's watch him do it first and then we'll give it a shot, so to speak." Bryan winked and said he'd be glad to share his technique and expertise with us.

We moved up to the shore and under some willow trees next to the water and stretched out on the blanket we had brought with us. Bryan reached for the suntan oil and, holding it as high over his now very hard dick as he could, dribbled the warm oil over the entire length of his cock. Both Neil and I had our hands on our dicks, lightly stroking as we hardened. Bryan reached down and started rubbing his balls as his dick-head pulsed. Slowly, he brought his fingers up the length of his dick and wrapped his fist around the big mushroom head. He let out a low moan as he slid his fist down over the rim and stroked the entire thing slowly. His toes curled and his balls twitched as he started stroking faster, making small circles over the head with each stroke. Neil and I couldn't stand it any longer as our cocks throbbed. I was the first to grab the oil but decided to help out my little brother by squirting the oil on his hard, hairy dick. He moaned as the hot lube ran down his balls and made his pubic hair glisten in the sunlight. "Wail on that thing, bro", Bryan said and Neil started matching him stroke for stroke, watching his big brother pounding his dick.

I dribbled the hot oil on my dick and closed my eyes to savor the feeling as I wrapped my fist around my head and started sliding my fist up and down on my raging hardon. All three of us were totally into our dicks and sharing the pleasure we were feeling. It was a very liberating experience, knowing that your brothers were feeling exactly the same extreme pleasure you were. We felt no shame or embarrassment as we boldly watched each other and mimicked each other's techniques. Bryan seemed to enjoy working on his balls while he jerked off. I like to spread my legs and bring my feet together while masturbating. Neil seemed to enjoy trying both of these techniques and my leg position allowed him to have easy access to his hairy, low-hanging balls.

We continued this mutual pleasure for quite a while, with occasional moans and comments like "work it man" braking the sound of our slapping fists on hard dick. Bryan started sucking air in his lips which made Neil and I zone in on watching him and his dick getting very close. His toes were pointing straight down and his rock hard stomach was pulsing as the first stream of cum shot out of his dick and hit him in the shoulder. This was followed by at least a dozen more blasts of his jizz.

The sight of this sent me over the edge as I felt my orgasm build in my balls. I can't remember a stronger or more pleasurable orgasm. Everything around me seemed to be involved in the spasms I felt and I covered my stomach and chest in a huge load. Bryan and I gave each other a slippery high five with our cum covered hands. Then we turned our attention on our little brother, experiencing his first orgasm. His head was thrown back and his fist was feverishly pounding over his dick. His legs were spread in my fashion with his feet together about a foot below his balls which he was squeezing with his other hand.

"Let it go, bro," Bryan said.

"Yeah, man, get into that dick. You can do it, dude," I said.

A low moan started in Neil's throat as his first orgasm started. His head started shaking and he opened his eyes and looked disbelievingly at Bryan and me. "Oh, my god, shit, fuck, I'm cumming," he gasped. Strings of thick, white cum started pumping out of his dick and his whole body convulsed with ecstasy. His fist continued to slide over his cum-covered dick as we kept rooting him on. "Yeah, shoot that shit, man. Get into that dick."

Finally, Neil collapsed and could do nothing but breathe as he descended from his orgasm. Bryan and I lifted him up and gave him a slippery hug between us. We all laughed as we realized what had just happened between us. Sharing our little brother's first orgasm had totally bonded us even deeper. We knew this would be the first of many pleasurable afternoons we would share that summer, and always.

I couldn't believe what I saw when the neighbors nephew showed up to move in. Our neighbor had told us that her nephew would be moving in to help her and him out with finances. There he stood bent over grabbing something out of the trunk of his car, mmm nice ass I thought, wonder what team he plays on.(little did I know I was soon to find out) Things went on like normal for a few months with me hardly seeing him at all.

Okay let’s tell you about what he looks like, he is about 6' tall trim hot body with a smooth chest and nice firm pecs. I had watched him a time or two mowing the lawn thinking how nice it would be to be able to be the one making him sweat like that. Well we made it thru the summer and into fall. I was out raking the leaves when I saw him come home and he looked like he had just lost his best friend. I asked him what was up and he said it was nothing that he had just had a fight with one of his good friends and was afraid they wouldn't be able to stay friends. I asked what could be so bad that his friend wouldn't want to stay friends. He stated it was kind of personal so I didn't press it. I did tell him that when I was done with the leave I was going to have a beer or two to relax and if he wanted to he could come over and join me to drown his sorrows and relax.

He said that sounds like a good idea see you in a short. I told him to give me about 20 min. after I was done to shower and get rid of the dust, and then to come on over, Well I was just getting done in the shower when the door bell rang. I knew it was Roy and I hollered to him to come on in and I would be done in a minute. I came out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel and just about shit when I saw him standing there with no shirt and a tight fitting pair of shorts showing he had a nice package. I told him to grab us a beer while I threw on some shorts. I knew just which ones to wear. They were an old pair that had baggy legs that would easily show my cock hanging down my leg when I sat on the couch just right.

After a few beers I could tell Roy was getting quite buzzed, as was I.I had noticed Roy taking quick peeks at my cock head for about the last hour, and wondered how can I get his hot mouth on my cock. I mentioned we should get something to eat, he thought that was a good idea. I asked what he would like and he looked me in the eye and said a nice big sausage would do just fine. While I was in the kitchen looking in the freezer to see what was in there for sausage, I found out what type of sausage he really wanted, as when I turned around to ask him a question there he stood naked and holding a nice hard cock. I started to say something but before I could get a word out he was up next to me kissing me and grabbing my cock thru my shorts leg saying this is the kind of sausage I have been wanting.

Well with that comment all thought of food was soon gone from my mind. We proceeded to go back into the living room and onto the couch. I grabbed the remote and hit play on the DVD and a hot gay porno started. Little did I know I was being worked over by a pro so to speak. As the DVD started Roy told me it was his boyfriend who had dumped him earlier today. As I started to say I was sorry to hear that Roy said don't worry he was an ass and I needed to be rid of him. Then he surprised me by saying he wanted to try what was going on in the DVD. So we did. He started by licking my cock to slurp up the precum and then he deep throated me like I had not had before and then he started to hum while I was in his throat and that just about shot me over the edge.

Since I didn't want to come to soon and really wanted this to last I had Roy back off and let me have a taste of his hot body. I started by licking his nipples and lightly biting them till they were hard as nails, the whole while Roy is moaning how much he likes it. I continue on down to lick his navel and into his bush where I find waiting for me a nice thick 7" cock leaking precum like mad. As I take his cock into my mouth and down my throat it is to much for Roy and he blasts his first load down my throat. As he pulls his shrinking cock from my lips he states it is my turn to show you a thing or two, and show me he did. The way he took my thick 7.5x6 cut cock down his throat I knew he had done this more than once before. The next thing I knew my balls were in his mouth as well as my cock, what a feeling.

I told Roy I was getting close to cumming and he pulled off and said I ant you in my ass and I want to feel you blast in my hot hole. I proceeded to bend him over the back of the couch and pressed my cock tip up to his rosebud pucker. I asked him if he was ready and he just moaned and said god yes please fuck my hole. I entered nice and slow to let him get used to my thickness, then I began to pound his tight ass like it was the only thing keeping me alive (boy did I feel alive fucking this hot stud). As I pounded his ass he kept telling me how much he enjoyed the feel of my cock sliding in and out of his tight ass. He then began to milk my cock with his ass bringing me to the edge as I was telling him I was cumming he screams pull out and shoot all over me.

So just as I reach the point of no return I pulled out and shot all over his ass and back and as I am still shooting blast 4 or 5 he swings around and grabs my cock and sticks it into his mouth to milk the last drops out of my cock. I figured we were done since we had both reached climax. However I was wrong, guess I forgot how quick a 25yr old can recover and be ready for round two. Round two lasted all night and we both fucked and sucked each other many times that night. If you like this story let me know and I can tell you what happened over Christmas break.

"Hey Dad, we're gonna be late," I yelled up the stairs.

"Ok, ok," Dad said bounding down the stairs two at a time. "Let's go."

We headed out the door and jogged toward the car. I jumped in the passenger's side and we were soon off to the ball field.

"Hey Stud," Dad said to me using his pet nickname for me, "You ready for this?"

"Yeah, we're gonna beat your butts," I laughed.

"Oh yeah?" he grinned.

"Yeah," I laughed again.

Today is our town's father/son softball game. Dad and I live about 2 miles outside of town. It's a small town with about 300 people. In fact our whole county is pretty rural with less than 10,000 people and most of these live in the county seat 25 miles from us. We have no middle schools; the county doesn't have the budget. Kids go straight from grammar schools to a single county high school. I'm in the 9th grade.

I never knew my Mom. Dad got her pregnant when he was 15 and she was 17. That was 15 years ago. Mom was going to have an abortion, and her family came to my Grandma looking for money. My Grandma, who died last year, told my Mom that she would pay all her medical bills and take me to raise after I was born if Mom would agree to carry me to full term, plus give her some money afterwards. My Mom delivered me, signed me over to my Dad and Grandma, took the money and left town with her family. No one has heard from her since.

From the moment I was born my Dad was there. He wanted to hold me, feed me, and would protect me with his life even as a teenage dad. My Grandma had to make him go to school every day, because he wanted to stay home and help take care of me. Dad's pals kind of adopted me and I have the best extended family any boy could ask for. His best friend, Blake, is like a second Dad to me. They used to good naturedly argue who's lap I would sit on when I was little. My Dad would always win, until Blake learned that if he put candy in his shirt pocket I would want to sit on his lap and look for it. Dad used to laugh at him because he had to bribe me.

My name is Wyatt and my Dad's name is Matt. We have many of the same features, except our hair color. Dad is 6'3" and I'm 5'8" and still growing. Dad said I inherited my Mom's thick dark hair and blue eyes.

My Dad is a redhead, but unlike other redheads I've seen in my fifteen years. His hair is dark auburn, his face angular with brows that almost meet and are a tad darker than his hair. Everything about him is striking, the noble nose, full coral lips, flashing white teeth, eyelashes that women would kill for, and piercing eyes that change with the light. In the day they are a deep greenish/blue and in the evening under soft light they become polished slate. His skin always looks lightly tanned and there isn't a freckle on him. He takes a lot of good natured ribbing from his buddies about being too handsome thought they don't call him a pretty boy because there is nothing remotely feminine about him. Even his voice is an imposing baritone.

We pulled into the park and the guys were waiting for us. The sons were playing against the fathers. We usually get our butts beat by the dads, but it was all in fun.

Sure enough our dads beat us. After the game we all headed to one of the guy's house for a cook out.

********

"Earth to Wyatt," my best friend Kevin said.

"What? Oh, sorry, guess I was kinda spacing," I said. I cleared my head and heard my other friends talking about sex. We do it all the time. I was sitting in my boxer briefs on a bench in the locker room after gym class. It was the last class of the day and I didn't have to get to another class but I did need to catch the school bus home. I finished dressing while listening.

This conversation kind of surprised me though. One of the guys had visited his cousins in the city last weekend and he got his first handjob from a neighbor girl. He said she was rough and that he could do a better job himself. We all laughed.

The older boys had told us that if you dated a local girl you were lucky if you got to feel her tits. None of my closest friends were old enough to drive so we didn't go on dates. A few of my friends had girlfriends, but they only saw each other during school most of the time. Having sex anytime soon looked pretty bleak to us.

Steve, another friend, mentioned that when his family visited his uncle last summer, the men got drunk and he overheard them reminiscing about being teenagers. Seems they had man in their town that would suck them off anytime they wanted, and they had used him a lot growing up.

Kevin surprised me even further when he said he wished we had a cocksucker near us that would suck, and maybe even let us fuck him, as long as he didn't have to do anything back to the guy. The locker room got instantly silent with all eyes on Kevin. Then everyone was talking at once. The consensus was they would have no problem letting a guy swing on their knobs and laying there letting them put their dicks up his ass to fuck him. It was just sex and they all wanted to know what a blowjob and real fucking felt like. If any of us ever found a guy willing to do it for all of us, then we'd tell the other guys so they could experience it too.

The last bell rang. Kevin and I grabbed our book bags and ran for the bus.

********

"You've sure been acting strange this week," Kevin said on the bus.

"What do ya mean?" I asked.

"I don't know, just weird," he said.

I laughed, rolled my eyes, and we both laughed.

Actually, I was trying to sort things out in my teenage mind. I would be 15 in four months, and right now I wished I was older because in my way of thinking I thought grown-ups could figure anything out and always knew what to do.

Last weekend, in the middle of the cookout after the softball game, Blake had driven Dad and me home. Dad had gotten sick suddenly and needed to leave early. Another guy had followed to take Blake back to his car. It turned out to be the flu, and Dad was feeling better by the end of the week.

When Blake got us home, we put Dad in my room because its closer to the hall bathroom both us share incase he needed to make a run for it. I stayed the next couple of nights in Dad's room with the door open listening incase he called for me.

Dad and I both have our own computers in our rooms. It was still early and I turned on Dad's computer and started looking through his favorites and files for games to play. I came across a movie file that asked for a password and took a shot at it. After a couple of tries it turned out to be Grandma's maiden name.

When I played the first video I almost fell out of my chair. There was my Dad and Blake tag teaming some older blond woman that I had never seen before. My 14 year old cock got so hard that it hurt while trying to free it up.

I watched mesmerized while playing with myself. I hadn't seen my Dad naked since I was about 6 years old and I had never seen Blake totally naked. I studied them as much as I did the woman. Both guys were the same height and looked hot naked. I wanted to grow up looking like that.

Dad's cock was long and thick and a little darker than his skin. I could tell he was circumcised, but what caught my attention was his crotch hair. Mine was still filling in and though thick and soft, Dad's was full and beautiful. It was the same dark auburn as his head and looked like shiny silk. The thick treasure trail ended about 2 inches above his navel. When he was fucking the woman his ass was firm with just a slight dusting of red hair on it and more in the crack.

Blake had a hairy chest and legs. I could see the foreskin peeled back and knew he was uncut. His ass was as firm as Dad's but had darker hair on it.

The woman moaned a lot. They musthave been making her feel good. I wanted to know what it was like to put my dick in something wet and warm. I really got turned on when Dad came inside the woman and Blake stuck his dick in her pussy with Dad's cum still in her and fucked her until he came inside her too.

I stayed up most of the night watching the different videos and had cum all over the front of me. Dad had lots of videos of them fucking the blond, and also had other movies with different women. All of them had both Dad and Blake. None were of them alone with a woman.

Just before I decided to go to bed and look at more of Dads' videos when I could get a chance I noticed another sub file with movies. The password was different and I couldn't get into this one before it locked me out for awhile. I decided to try later and went to bed with my mind whirling.

********

Dad stayed in the bed in my room the whole day Sunday. I checked on him frequently. Blake stopped by and spent a couple of hours with us to make sure we were doing ok. I couldn't help looking at his crotch when I got the chance. Once I looked up and he was watching me with a puzzled look on his face.

After Blake left, I tried all kinds of passwords to get into the sub file I found last night and finally used our first dog's name. It worked and I was in.

Last night's shock was nothing compared to this. These were videos of older guys sucking off teen boys. I couldn't help watching and ended up cumming three times before I heard Dad call me. I quickly shut off his computer and left. I have been thinking about it since.

********

Dad and I were sitting at the dinner table in silence. I wanted to ask Dad about the movies but didn't know how. We were close and he always told me I could talk to him about anything. I loved him more than anyone in the world but this was awkward for me.

"You've been awfully quiet these past few days. Are you ok?" Dad asked.

"Dad, you remember when you said I should never be afraid to talk with you about anything?" I asked.

Dad nodded. "Are you in some kind of trouble?" he asked with concern in his voice.

"No, nothing like that," I said. "When you were sick and staying in my room, I was going to play games on your computer and found the movies with you and Blake."

Dad looked at me studying me until I dropped my eyes.

"I didn't mean for you to find those. I'm sorry if you're upset or angry but they're private." Dad said in a guarded tone that I couldn't quite read.

"No, no, I'm not upset." I said. "Actually it turned me on. I also found the sub file with the other movies. That turned me on too. Am I gay? Are you gay?"

There was a long silence before Dad said, "Let's finish dinner, clean up, and go to the living room where we'll talk."

********

I sat beside Dad on the sofa. We always sat like this when watching TV, but this time it was different. The TV was off and neither of us had said anything yet.

"Have you had sex with anyone yet?" Dad finally asked.

I shook my head no, not looking at him.

"Well, I know teen boys think about sex all the time. In fact Blake and I have talked about inviting you to join us when we have sex; hell, I might at well say fuck; when we tag fuck a woman," Dad said. "We're gonna wait until you're 17 though."

My 14 years old teen cock instantly hardened pushing against my jeans. There was no hiding it.

"I don't think any of the women we know are going to let you fuck them until you look like you're at least 18 years old," Dad said. "Until then you'll have to find someone else."

"What about the other movies I saw?" I asked. "Us guys were talking in the locker room the other day and we all said if we could find a local cocksucker we'd let him give us blowjobs until we met a girl who would give us a little bit. We'd even fuck him if he'd let us. Do you know a local guy or woman who would do that for teenage boys? We just don't want to have to do anything back to him. It's ok with a woman though."

Dad gazed at me and chuckled, "Well, you sure picked up the language in front of your old man quick enough. No, I don't know anyone local."

"Why do you have those other movies?" I asked. "Have you or Blake done things with each other?"

"No," Dad said quickly, and then said to me softly. "I'm going to share something with you. "I've never done anything with another male, but I have erotic fantasies that are about helping boys and men cum. I don't know why it turns me on but it does. I've never done anything gay though, I just jack-off to these thoughts."

"It's alright Dad, the movies turned me on too, and I don't even know why, but they did," I said. "I know that if any guy offered to suck me off I'd probably let him. I want to know what it feels like to have my cock sucked."

We sat in silence for awhile. Dad finally ruffled my hair and told me we could talk about this tomorrow or later if I ever wanted to, and then he turned the TV on. I found it hard to concentrate but sat with him beside me. Scooting closer to him I could feel his heat and was constantly imagining what it would be like to see his dick for real. He smiled at me flashing those beautiful white teeth.

********

All I could think about was getting my dick sucked. I talked to Kevin about it and he and I agreed to make it our mission to see if we could find anyone that might want to do this for us. We just didn't know how to go about it.

"I wish there was someone older we could trust that we could ask," Kevin said one day.

I didn't know anyone that I could ask. My Dad had said he and Blake would take me with them when they fucked a woman after I turned 17. Every time I thought about this I'd get hard. Until then, he told me, I was on my own finding sex. I couldn't tell Kevin about this though.

"Your Dad's pretty cool. We could ask him," Kevin said.

I panicked. Had I let something slip about Dad's private fantasy? He would never trust me again.

"I don't know. I'm not real comfortable with asking him that kind of question," I said.

"Aw, come on, what do we have to lose?" Kevin said. "I'll ask him, if you'll just be there with me when I do."

I couldn't think fast enough of how to say no and a reason for why I said no. Kevin told me he had to get home but he'd bike over tomorrow morning and he'd ask Dad. Tomorrow was Saturday, and Dad would be home. I stood in silence as I watched him ride off.

That night at dinner I decided it would be best if I told Dad what Kevin was planning to ask him. After a couple of questions to make sure I hadn't said anything to Kevin about his fantasy, Dad told me not to worry about it. He thanked me for telling him and told me he'd be ready for us. I finished my dinner and didn't worry about it. I knew my Dad would be cool.

********

Kevin showed up about 10:30 Saturday morning. I answered the door and he and I both went into the kitchen where Dad was paying some bills at the table.

"Dad, Kevin and I have something to ask you," I said.

Kevin gave me a grateful look for saying 'Kevin and I'. Kevin started by telling Dad what Steve had heard the men in his family say about having a guy that would give them blowjobs while they were growing up. At times he stammered but I had to admire him. He didn't give up.

Dad listened patiently and when Kevin was finally finished, he looked from Kevin to me. "How can I trust you not to expose this person if I happen to know of someone?" Dad asked.

Both Kevin and my heads shot up looking at each other and then at Dad. Had we heard right? He might know someone.

Kevin swore that he would never tell and only wanted to find someone to suck him off a lot until he was older and found a girl or woman he could fuck on a regular basis. I got caught up in the excitement and swore the same.

"What about your other friends?" Dad asked.

"We wouldn't tell anyone, even them, unless the guy says we can," I answered for both Kevin and I. Kevin nodded his head in agreement.

"Ok, just so happens, I do know someone who might be interested in sucking you two off on a regular basis. Let me check and I'll let you know later. Not sure when that will be," Dad said. "Now you guys go on and let me get back to what I was doing."

Kevin and I practically ran out of the room. We spent the rest of the day messing around together and trying to guess who lived close enough to us that we might be able to get regular blowjobs. We even laughed about our constant hardons and how much cum we would shoot in the cocksucker's mouth. We both kind of hoped he would be a clean nice guy, but we weren't going to be too picky. We were too excited.

********

That evening after Kevin had gone home; Dad and I went to eat pizza at a special little place in the county seat 25 miles away. We didn't do this often and I felt something different in the air. On the ride back Dad started talking to me.

"Hey Stud, I think the guy will suck you and Kevin off, but he wants to suck you off alone without Kevin the first time. You have to agree that if he doesn't want to continue after he sucks you that you never mention this to Kevin and I will tell him that the guy said he couldn't do it."

"Ok Dad, I promise," I said as solemnly as I could but bursting on the inside with excitement. I was going to get a blowjob for the first time ever. "When does he want to suck me and will you be with me or nearby?"

"It's gonna be tonight after we get home and I'll be there," Dad said. "You go take a shower and come on out to the living room after you're finished. He'll be there waiting."

********

I went straight to the shower and made sure I was the cleanest I've ever been. I bet I washed and rinsed my crotch 20 times. Finally I got out but didn't know what to wear. Seemed silly to get fully dressed in my own house this close to bed time and especially if the guy might ask me take my pants off. I decided to put on a pair of boxer briefs and walked to the living room with a towel over my shoulders.

My Dad was the only one in the living room and he was sitting there in his underwear. I guess he was going to let the guy suck him off too. I was so disappointed when I didn't see the cocksucker that I almost cried. The guy hadn't shown up. Then Dad motioned for me. I walked by him, but when I got ready to sit on the sofa and ask him what happened he placed his hands on my hips and positioned me in front of him. Looking up into my eyes, slowly he began to lower my boxer briefs. I felt his breath on my stomach. I got hard.

I was in a trance. The briefs dropped to my ankles and I stepped out of them and subconsciously spread my legs in a parade rest stance. I watched Dad scoot up and pull his briefs off. I got my first glimpse of his cock. It was bigger and much more beautiful in real life that it looked on the computer screen. Standing straight up from his lush bush of auburn, I saw a pearl of precum balanced on the large slit before leaking down the underside of his shaft. He slid off the sofa on his knees in front of me.

He stared at my crotch. I could see him take in every detail. Then I felt the tip of his tongue softly explore my penis tip. He tasted my precum and put his tongue out for more. My teen cock obliged and kept leaking for him.

"You can suck it Dad, please," I whispered to him.

"I want to make you cum," Dad said looking up at me. "Damn I love you and want to make you feel good."

"I can cum more than once for you if you want," I said. "I promise you can have all you want".

I felt him go down on me and close his mouth. His tongue explored. "Oh fuuucck yeah!" was all I could groan. I had never felt anything so wonderful. Instinct took over and I put my hands behind his head. I felt the richness of his hair in my fingers as I fucked my teen cock in his mouth. I leaned slightly forward holding his mouth on me. I wasn't letting him go until I finished. I kept fucking his face making small grunting sounds. He had me almost there. I was tingling like never before.

"I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum, I'm cummmmming!" I grunted as I squirted my teen boy cum in his mouth. I couldn't stop. I didn't consider if he wanted me to cum in his mouth. The thought never crossed my mind. I don't think I could have stopped if I had wanted to. I felt a wet warmth strike my left leg and begin to run down it. Every sense was heightened. I held onto his head until I was finished then slowly released my grip. His breathing rustled my teen pubic hair. Looking down I saw Dad's cock still contracting. He had cum when I did.

He still had the head of my boy cock in his mouth probing the slit with his tongue. I felt it and knew it was going too happen but couldn't believe it. That wonderful tingle had started again. "Dad, I'm gonna cum again... Oh fuck, right now!" I yelled as I pushed all the way in and held him again. "I'm cumming!" All I could think of was my cock contracting sending another load from my teen balls into Dad's mouth. I heard him moan and then felt his tongue swirling the cum around my shaft. It was exquisite. My knees buckled when I spurted and he caught me not letting go of my dick. When I finished this time I disengaged.

"Oh god, that was awesome," I said. "I love you Dad."

"I hope your balls can manufacture lots of that boy cream, because I think I'm hooked," Dad chuckled while softly playing with my teen sac. "Let's see if we can get Kevin over here tomorrow, and after that some of your friends. You guys can use me as a cum receptacle for you boy loads."

I grinned and placed my cock back in his mouth. His magic tongue started exploring again. Kevin and my friends were going to love this cocksucker. He wanted it bad and between all of us I'm sure we had enough to give him. I wanted more than his mouth. I wanted all of him. My mind saw us boys fucking Dad's perfect ass, lubing him with our cum, getting him ready for Blake and Dad's other buddies to take turns plowing him. I started cumming again. My cocksucker moaned.

***

Before I went to bed I fired off a cryptic email to Kevin. 'Wyatt to mission control. If your parents will let you come by tomorrow morning we can hang out during the day. Maybe later we can ask some of the other guys to join us. Let me know? P.S. Wear clean underwear incase you get in an accident. lol'

Kevin's parents, mostly his mom, were pretty strict and sometimes checked his email. I knew he would read between the lines from our conversation with Dad yesterday. I threw in the last line knowing he would really understand, but if his parents read this email before he got to it they would think I was just clowning like he and I always do.

The next morning at the breakfast table Dad kept wiggling his eyebrows at me and grinning. I was hard the whole time. His bare foot was resting on my chair between my legs with his toes gently playing with my teen package. I wanted to give him a load of cum, but was trying hard to wait and see if Kevin could make it. We could feed Dad together if Kevin didn't mind me being there while he was getting a blowjob.

After breakfast I checked my email and Kevin was on his way. Shit that was quick. Before I could get back downstairs and tell Dad, Kevin knocked on the door. Dad answered the door and met a smiling Kevin.

"Wyatt said I could come over. Did the guy agree?" Kevin asked.

Dad took Kevin's shoulder and gently pulled him into the house. "Good morning to you too," Dad grinned.

"Oh yeah, good morning," Kevin said kind of sheepishly.

"And to answer your question, yeah, you're gonna get your first blowjob today," Dad said. Here comes Wyatt. You two let me know when you decide when you want to do it."

"I'm ready now if Wyatt is," Kevin said looking at me. "Can you tell us where he lives and we can head over there or are you going to take us? I have to get back home early. My cousins are coming by this afternoon."

Dad looked at me. "Are you ready too?" Dad asked.

"Sure", I said. Then looking at Kevin I said, "Kev, you're not going to believe this, but this guy wants us to cum as much as we want in his mouth. He'll also blow any of our friends as much as they want if we feel we can trust them."

"Heck yeah," grinned Kevin. "Let's give this guy what he wants."

"Ok, let's do it," Dad said and started up the stairs.

"Come on," I motioned to a confused looking Kevin.

We followed Dad into his bedroom. He went to the computer and turned on one of the movies of Blake and himself fucking the blond. The confused look on Kevin's face turned to astonishment and then lust. Kevin looked at me as I grinned and started rubbing my package.

"I thought this might help set the mood for you boys," Dad said more to Kevin than me.

"Where's the guy? What's going on?" Kevin asked. He still didn't get it.

Dad knelt in front of Kevin. "Drop your pants stud and put you hot cock in my mouth," Dad said to Kevin.

Kevin looked at me. "Is this a joke?" he asked.

I took Kevin's hands and put them on the top of Dad's head. "Stand still," I said to Kevin.

Kevin rested his hands on the top of Dad's head while I reached in and opened the front of his jeans. Taking the jeans by the waist I pushed them down to his knees and then pulled his briefs down under his balls. His teen cock went into full erection. Kevin realized this was for real. Looking down Kevin watched his fourteen year old cock disappear in my Dad's warm mouth. The sensation was incredible.

"Oh my god," Kevin breathed, "oh my god!"

I started stripping while Dad was blowing Kevin. Kevin stood as stiff as a board afraid to move. He didn't want my Dad's mouth to stop. One of Dad's hands was gently tickling Kevin's balls.

"I'm gonna do it. Oh fuck, I'm gonna do it! Here it cums. Suck it. Fuck. Suck it!" I saw Kevin's shaft begin to pulse and his balls tighten knowing he was pumping his load in Dad's mouth. Looking up, Kevin was staring at me with a glazed look of extreme pleasure on his face. When he finished cumming he flashed me the most playful grin I've ever seen.

"Ya liked that, huh?" I teased him.

"Fuck yeah!" Kevin laughed.

"How 'bout taking your clothes off and I'll suck you again after I take Wyatt's load," Dad said to Kevin.

Kevin stepped back and began to undress. "Can I watch you suck off Wyatt?" Kevin asked. "That would be so hot seeing him cum in his Dad's mouth."

"Sure," Dad answered. "I'll always want you to watch. That's the fun of being a guy. We're visual creatures."

"Dad, can you take your clothes off too? We feel kind of silly being naked and you having all your clothes on," I said.

"Ok, no problem," Dad said.

Dad stood up and undressed. "It's ok to look when we're like this. Actually it kinda turns me on when I know guys are looking at me," Dad said to Kevin and me.

And look Kevin did. So did I. Dad was a beautiful man. He oozed masculinity. Looking at him in person, seeing him fucking a woman on the computer screen, and know he was going to service us was about as erotic as it could get.

Dad went back to his knees and I stepped in front of him. He reached out cupping my balls.

"You got something for me?" Dad teased.

"Yeah, I've got some fourteen year old dick for you," I teased back.

Dad gently took my hardon holding it as he went down on it. The slippery warm pressure around my shaft made me shiver in pleasure. Kevin stepped up closer and actually took a knee once so he could see from a different angle. He walked around both Dad and I looking. Leaning across Dad's shoulder to see better his cock rested in Dad's hair. I reached around at the same time to take hold of Dad's head to face fuck him. My hand trapped Kevin's cock against Dad. We looked at each other, but Kevin didn't pull away. All of this was amazingly erotic to him.

"Oh yeah, give it to him Wyatt," Kevin urged me on. "He wants it."

Kevin started tender fucking motions. I could feel his cock moving under my hand in Dad's soft auburn hair. He inched forward and rested his boy balls against Dad's head.

"You ready Dad? I'm close," I said.

Dad nodded picking up the pace.

"Oh man, that's it Dad. Oh yeah! Almost there. I'm gonna give it to you. You want it? You can have it. Unngghh!" I grunted over and over spurting my teen cum on his warm tongue. Damn, it felt good!

I had just finished and had my eyes closed when I felt Kevin bump me.

"Oh fuck, move Wyatt!" Kevin said brushing up against me holding his cock toward Dad. "I'm gonna shoot."

Dad tuned his head, opened his mouth. Kevin shoved in until Dad's nose was in his boy pubes. Kenin started cumming. "Oh fuck, take it cocksucker. Oh my god," Kevin rasped.

Dad slowly pulled back when Kevin was finished and grinned like crazy. He opened his mouth and Kevin and I looked at both of our loads in the back of his mouth. There was a lot. He hadn't swallowed mine before Kevin unloaded in him. We watched him swallow.

We both grinned back. 'That was fuckin' hot!' Dad wiggled his beautiful eyebrows and flashed those perfect teeth. Just then we heard Dad's groan coming from the computer speakers as he started shooting in the blonds' pussy. Looking down at Dad we saw him jacking, tilt his head back, and send a thick fountain of cum into the air making the same groaning sounds. Kevin and I both said "wow" at the same time.

********

Kevin and I fed Dad a couple of more cum loads before Kevin had to leave. His mom and dad wanted him home for a mid-afternoon lunch. His dad's brother and kids were coming by and spending Sunday afternoon with them.

"Can I stop by anytime for you to suck me off, even if Wyatt's not here?" Kevin asked us both.

"Yep," I'm Wyatt's personal cocksucker but since you're Wyatt's best friend you can use me anytime you want. I'll also blow any guys either of you bring or send to me. I trust you to know the right guys for this.

"You can count on us," Kevin said answering for both of us. I nodded in agreement.

After Kevin left Dad lay on his bed and beckoned me to join him. I crawled up beside him and snuggled. It felt good when his arms encircled me. I pushed back spooning with his big cock resting against my butt. He kissed the top of my head and we both fell into a mid-day nap.

********

The bed moved and I woke with a start staring straight into Blake's eyes. He was lying fully dressed facing me. He laid his finger against my lips as a sign not to talk. I was wide-eyed with fear. I could feel Dad's warm breath in my hair and knew he was still sleeping.

Blake looked down at my crotch and my eyes followed. Dad's arm was draped across me with his fingers in my boy pubes. I couldn't help it, my teen boy cock got erect. I looked back at Blake in a silent panic.

Blake motioned again for silence.

Blake always just walked into our home. He never knocked. Dad and he were best friends from grammar school. Stopping by this afternoon, he walked in and when he didn't see anyone downstairs decided to check upstairs. He figured someone was home because Dad's car and work van were in the driveway. When he saw Dad and me lying on the bed together, he didn't know what to think until he noticed Dad's fingers in my crotch hair.

Blake was a straight as they come, but he had often wondered what it would be like to tap Matt's great looking ass or have those sexy coral lips of his wrapped around his uncut cock. There was something strangely erotic about being able to use a man's man for his personal sexual pleasure especially one as good-looking as Matt. He decided to see where this went and lay on the bed with us waiting for Matt to wakeup. They had shared everything together except this. Blake was kind of hurt that he didn't know what was happening here. He'd wait. He knew Matt would tell him the truth no matter what it was if he asked.

"Dad," I called softly.

Blake gave me a cross look, but I didn't care. I was scared, this was serious, and I needed Dad.

"Dad," I said again and moved to wake him.

I felt Dad stir and pull me closer to him. "Dad, Blake's here."

Dad lifted and looked over my head. Blake was looking straight into his eyes.

"Shit," Dad said in angry surprise. He instinctively pulled me even closer to protect me. Then he jumped up off the bed.

"What the hell?" he said loudly to Blake.

"I was kinda wondering the same thing?" Blake said in an even tone.

Dad studied Blake's face. There was no sign of threat or disgust and Dad knew Blake well enough to know what these looked like from him.

"You know Matt, there is nothing we can't tell each other," Blake said to Dad. "Hell man, you and Wyatt mean more to me than anyone on the planet."

Dad looked hard at Blake. He was thinking and finally sighed. "Ok, ok. I've always had this fantasy of helping guys get a nut and having them use me as a cum whore. I don't know why, it just turns me on," Dad started telling Blake. He went on and told Blake the whole story about me finding the movies on his computer; how Kevin and I had presented him with the opportunity to try this for the first time because he trusted us, and how he sucked Kevin and me off."

Blake was now sitting on the bed listening quietly, only letting his eyes move from Dad, to me and the computer occasionally when Dad mentioned it. I had gotten up, put my briefs on and sat in the computer chair. My hardon was gone.

"All we've been through together and you couldn't tell me this. Damn Matt, you're my best friend. All the nights I've jacked off and could've stopped by for a blowjob. I would've let you suck me off in a heart beat if I had known you wanted it. I couldn't have done anything back for you but I'd certainly let you take my load," Blake said.

"I'm not sure I could have even if I told you. Then it was just a jack-off fantasy, but last night I decided to try for real," Dad said. "I'm sorry, man."

"Was it as good as the fantasy?" asked Blake softly.

"Yeah, it was," said Dad almost in a whisper looking at Blake.

"Now, I'm gonna tell you one of my fantasies," Blake said to Dad. "I love watching you fuck women and have always wanted to know what it would be like for me to be on top of you riding your tight ass, or having you kneel before me licking my hairy balls and cock. I dream about owning you and sharing you with my buddies because you're so damned good-looking, and the sexiest man I've ever met. It would be hot as fuck to see you taking other straight studs cum because I told you too. Kind of a dominate side of me I guess. By the way, of all the women we've fucked over the years and you know how many that's been, not a one of them has an ass as beautiful as yours."

Dad's cock got rock hard listening to Blake's fantasy about him. It jumped a couple of times involuntarily. I watched in amazement.

"Dad, did you mean it when you said from now on you were my personal cocksucker and you'd blow any of the guys I trust and bring to you?" I asked.

Dad looked at Blake and then at me. He nodded.

I pointed to Blake and nodded back. Dad's cock jumped again.

Blake looked directly at Dad's crotch and then back at Dad. He stood up beside the bed and began to undress. When he pulled his t-shirt over his head and I saw his hairy chest, I got hard too. After he stepped out of his jeans Blake stood there in his Calvins and white socks. I loved his long legs covered is soft dark hair. The bulge in his briefs was big. Damn he was hot!

"Come here you fuckin' cocksucker and get on your knees. I've got something I've wanted to give you for a long time," Blake said to Dad.

Dad walked over and stood looking into Blake's eyes. I could see years of unspoken trust in each. Dad knelt before his best friend ready to give himself to him completely and anyway Blake wanted to use him. Dad trusted him. I got up and quietly sat on the edge of the bed at eye level with Blake's crotch. I was going to get to see my cocksuckin' Dad blow his best friend.

Blake stepped forward and rubbed his crotch in Dad's face. I saw the bulge grow. Blake started to push his underwear down. Dad leaned back and helped him until Blake stepped out of them. Holy cow! He was as big as Dad, just uncut.

With his hand, Dad cupped Blake's low hangers and held them while he licked and sucked them. I looked up to see Blake watching Dad intently. Blake glanced at me and winked. I smiled, took my briefs off and started playing with myself.

When Dad took Blake's shaft and began moving the foreskin back and forth with gentle strokes I was fascinated. I especially loved when he pulled it all the way back and exposed the head totally. Blake seemed to love this also. I heard him moan.

Blake reached down, took hold of his cock with one hand and the back of Dad's head with the other. Pointing his dick and arching forward he put his cock in Dad's mouth. Dad closed on it and I knew from Blake's whimpers of pleasure that Dad was using his magic tongue exploring him.

"Fuck yeah, take it cocksucker," Blake groaned and began to slowly face fuck Dad. "Let's get your throat broke in. Wyatt has some buddies who are going to want to use you often. Better to get you trained now. There isn't exactly a lot of available local pussy."

I saw Dad gag a few times, something he hadn't done with Kevin or me. He didn't seem to mind and went right back to work on Blake. Little by little I saw him able to take more down his throat and hold it for a little while before backing off and then going back down on Blake.

Every time Blake would deep throat Dad, Blake would say, 'fuck yeah!'

"Damn Matt, I'm getting close," Blake growled. "You gonna take it buddy?"

Dad nodded with Blake's dick in his mouth.

"How bad ya want it?" Blake teased in a rasp.

Dad took him deep in his throat and stroked his shaft with his lips.

"Oh christ, here it cums! Arrrghhhh," Blake said in shallow grunts. "Oh fuuuccckkk!"

I watched in amazement seeing Blake's thick shaft pulsate just inches from my face knowing he was shooting in Dad's mouth. Dad was gently moving his mouth up and down milking the creamy spurts from him. The cock contractions slowed and then stopped. Dad pulled his mouth off.

"Let me see, let me see," I said to Dad.

Dad opened his mouth and I looked in awe at the amount of cum. It was more than Kevin and I together.

"Don't swallow yet cocksucker," Blake ordered Dad.

Blake actually picked me up and stood me in front of Dad. I didn't hesitate and stuck my dick in Dad's mouth. Immediately I felt the warm rich thickness of Blake's cum surround my cock. That's all it took. I tingled, grunted, and started adding my cum to Blake's.

"Fuck yeah, Wyatt! That's the way boy. Give it to the cocksucker," Blake said as I was shooting. "He wants it."

I stood there with my cock resting in Dad's mouth enjoying the afterglow.

Finally Dad pulled back and swallowed. "You two fuckers trying to drown me?" he grinned.

Blake and I looked at each other and laughed. Blake pulled Dad up and for the first time ever hugged him naked full fontal cock to cock. Then he pulled me in and my still hard cock was pressed against his hairy thigh while my head rested against his shoulder. Damn he was as hot as Dad. They both kissed the top of my head.

Blake put one of his hands on Dad's ass and looked at me saying, "You and I are gonna have to get a little piece of your Dad tail before long. Wouldn't you love to fuck that beautiful ass? You could make him your personal fuck toy and share him with me."

Before I could answer Dad said, "In your dreams."

Blake looked at me and winked.

********

The next morning Kevin biked to my house early to catch the bus with me hoping Dad would still be there. Dad hadn't left for work yet. As soon as Kevin saw Dad he grinned and dropped his pants. We both gave my cum whore a load of teen sperm before he left. Dad said we could start asking any of our friends that we trusted but that they had to live nearby. He did say we could only bring one or two at a time. No large groups. Not yet anyway.

Kevin and I didn't agree on everyone. We decided that it would be a good idea if we both wrote the names of guys we thought would be ok and then compare the list. All of the guys who were on both lists would get asked. We'd wait and see how this went before we considered those who were only on one list.

At school during lunch Kevin and I had time and compared our list. We both had similar lists and after comparing the two there were 16 guys that were on both lists ranging in ages 13 to 17.

That afternoon I told my friends Steve and Larry that a grown-up guy I knew and trusted had told me about a local cocksucker who had just started sucking guys off and who was willing take care of teen boys but with the warning that if they told anyone else the cocksucker said the deal was off for them. Only I, and sometimes Kevin, could tell other guys about it. They agreed and a bond of secret brotherhood was beginning to form.

Kevin and I had chosen well. Steve and Larry were coming by my house this evening after six. I told them the cocksucker would do it to them there. They were inwardly excited as hell but they kept it to themselves. There was no way they were going to take a chance of messing up getting blowjobs whenever they wanted.

Kevin couldn't make it to my house that evening but made me promise to tell him every detail tomorrow morning.

As soon as Dad arrived home I told him a couple of friends of mine were stopping by later to get their cocks sucked and that I'd be inviting more guys over the next few days. I saw Dad's cock get hard in his jeans. That's when he told me that whenever I had guys over that I wanted him to service, I was to take charge. I wasn't sure only being fourteen exactly what that meant. I asked him but all he said was that I owned him and he was my cock whore. That made me hard and I wanted to stick my cock in his mouth right there, but I decided to wait for Steve and Larry.

Blake walked in while we were eating dinner and wiggled those dark eyebrows at Dad. He had stopped by to get his cock sucked. When I told him a couple of my friends were coming by in about an hour for their first blowjobs and he should stay if he wanted, he agreed. He got a plate from the cupboard and sat down to eat with us. Nothing new, he does it all the time. Except this time he kept wiggling his eyebrows at Dad. Finally both guys broke out laughing so hard they had tears in their eyes. I joined in because laughter is contagious. I'm not even sure what it was all about. Maybe just excessive energy or tension being released, but we laughed anyway.

After dinner Blake and I were sitting on the front steps when Steve and Larry rode up on their bikes. Dad was upstairs waiting for me to bring the boys up. Both boys knew Blake and they kept looking at me and then him. Blake noticed it and laughed, "I'm here to get my cock sucked too, not to blow you guys." The boys looked embarrassed but grinned.

I didn't beat around the bush this time. I came out and said, "my Dad said he would be suck us off. Come on in."

The look on their faces was priceless but they didn't hesitate to follow us in and straight upstairs. Dad looked so handsome sitting there in his boxers.

Blake and I started to undress. Steve and Larry hesitated and then followed. I had seen both guys a bunch of times in the locker room but this felt different. All of the sudden the looked really sexy, hot, and horny.

Dad's eyes soaked in Steve and Larry. Steve was 15 and Larry was 13. Larry had skipped a grade in grammar school because he was so smart. Steve was a sophomore and Larry was in my grade.

One thing about Larry he was never shy or let anyone push him around. Being one of the smallest boys in our class he learned to speak up for himself and was pretty darn scrappy. His pubic hair had just started and formed a small arch above his cock. He wasn't big yet between the legs but his cock was stiff. He walked right up to Dad.

"Do you want to suck this?" he asked.

"That thing got any bullets in it?" Dad teased.

"Why don't you suck it and find out," Larry answered.

Dad and Blake looked at each other grinning. They thought Larry was the cutest and sexiest thing.

All of the sudden Dad lifted Larry up and walked toward the Bed.

"Hey! What the fuck you doing?" Larry asked.

Dad sat Larry on the edge of the bed, knelt before him, leaned over and engulfed him. I saw Larry's ass come up off the bed in surprise.

"Holy fuck!" Larry yelled. "Oh my god!"

Larry's cock had disappeared totally in Dad's mouth. I could see Dad's lips touching Larry's sparse pubes.

"Oh fuck that feels good!" Larry gasped. He leaned across Dad's head encircling him in his arms and started humping his mouth.

"Come on cocksucker, you like it don't you," Larry said to Dad. "You like me fucking your face."

"Fuck, give it to the cocksucker kid," Blake said to Larry. "He likes it. He wants some of your boy cream."

"Ungh, ungh, ungh," Larry grunted humping Dad. "I'm gonna cum in your mouth you fuckin' faggot. You'll find out if I can shoot. Yeah, yeah! Fuck yeah! I'm cumming! Arrgghh!"

Dad moaned as Larry emptied his thirteen year old teenage ball sac in his mouth. Larry was holding Dad's head in a tight grip letting his cock spasm inside Dad.

Larry eventually let go and fell back on the bed. Dad released his boy cock and said, "Holy fuck kid, do you always cum like that?"

Larry was panting but laughed, "That was the best feeling I've ever had. Are you going to be our regular cocksucker?" I knew I'd be seeing a lot of him at my house from now on.

"You go next," I said to Steve. He was standing next to me lightly stroking himself.

Steve walked toward Dad and stood beside him not quite sure what to do. Dad patted the bed and Steve sat down beside Larry automatically opening his legs as an offering to Dad.

Dad scooted over between Steve's legs, reached for his fifteen year old teenage dick and balls, and started gently fondling him. Steve's cock jumped in Dad's hand. No one had ever touched him like this before.

I knew Steve was nicely endowed for a fifteen year old but his erection was impressive by any standards. My guess would have been six inches. The head was nice with a large slit. The shaft was thick getting thicker the closer it got to the base making Steve's dick look tapered in a rocket shape. Seeing him hard, he was definitely someone who had a true crotch rocket. The tight curly dark brown pubic hair was a perfect frame. He was getting just a hint of a treasure trail.

I could tell Dad was impressed. He kept looking at Steve's dick and then up at Steve's face. Steve wasn't as confident as Larry was in this situation. He blushed as Dad played with him. Dad took his hand off Steve's dick and brought it to his mouth licking the sticky pre-cum from his fingers. Steve watched in fascination. And then Dad leaned forward and slowly went down on Steve's thick cock.

"Uhhhhhh," Steve sucked in his breath; held as long as he could; and let it out. He didn't even realize he did this. Leaning back on his hands he arched up giving Dad more access to him. Dad nuzzled his balls and sucked his dick. Steve closed his eyes and began his journey to that wonderful place that only men know.

"It's great ain't it?" Larry said to Steve. "I'm coming back for as much as I can get."

Steve nodded his head in agreement. He opened his eyes and saw Blake and me playing with ourselves. Blake pointed his big cock at my Dad, fucked the air, and winked at Steve. I wiggled my eyebrows at him. Steve blushed but grinned.

"Ungh, ungh," Steve moaned almost inaudibly. His hips began to move in rhythm to Dad's sucking. "Ooohhh, ooohhh god! Now!" Steve's cock contractions were so forceful that it looked as if his cock were trying to escape from Dad's mouth. Dad grunted in union with the spasms. He felt the ejaculate force hitting the back of his mouth and then the rich fullness pool on his tongue.

"Oh my god," Steve laughed as he took Dad's head and gently lifted him from his sensitive cock. "You're killing me, but what a way to die."

Dad looked up and wiggled his eyebrows at Steve. We all laughed.

Steve and Larry stayed and watched Dad service Blake and me. When Dad was working Blake's huge cock we got horny again. Blake was really verbal and sexy. I told Dad to suck Steve and Larry again when he finished with Blake. Both guys and Dad were grateful and fed Dad another round of boy cum. There was just a little bit of daylight and they had to get going after that.

When they were gone, Blake started getting dressed, then he looked at me and asked?" is it ok if I stay the night. I've always wanted to sleep with this cocksucker and use him during the night.

Dad and I were surprised. Blake had his own garage apartment at his older brother's house, but had stayed at our house many times sleeping in the spare room.

"Sure," I said as I headed for my room planning on which one of my friends I was going to offer my Dad to. I was beginning to feel more in control and liking it.

"You know, Wyatt and I are going to fuck you before long," Blake teased Dad.

"In your dreams," Dad said again.

"You'll see," Blake laughed. "Now get over her and get down on this thing." Blake had stripped again and was standing there with his hands on his hips. His big cock was thick and waiting.

Dad knelt before Blake as I left the room smiling.

this? I think your going to be a lil cock sucker. Your going to like to get fucked. And imma show you what it feels like having your daddies cock. " He whispered.

Bottoms Up, the local gay bar, was near capacity and everyone was enjoying himself. The laughter and noise coming from the bar was more than what the quiet neighborhood generally experienced. The Old Queens’ Gang was all assembled together at their table for the first time in two weeks. Bryan and Buster had just returned from their vacation trips. Bryan had spent two weeks in Paris and Buster had been in Miami. Jason, Tom, Joe and John had been meeting together at Bottoms Up as the Old Queens Gang had done for several years but Bryan and Buster were missed and it had not been the same without them.

Oliver and Glen came over to the Old Queens’ Gang’s table and greeted everyone and announced to the gang that they had just moved in together and that they were very happy. They again thanked the gang for introducing them to each other.

Glen told the gang that he and Oliver had invited a person to come to the bar with them and his name was Jay. Jay was in the restroom and as soon as he returned that he wanted the gang to meet him. Glen told the gang that he had just meet Jay through his business and that he was concerned about Jay. Jay had been making contacts with individuals on the internet and they were coming to his house and having sex. Glen had had several conversations with Jay and tried to warn him of some of the dangers that he may be subjecting himself but Jay had not taken any of his advice seriously. Glen asked the gang if they would talk to him and that was the main purpose of inviting Jay to come to the bar.

The gang discussed the matter for a few minutes and came to the conclusion that they would talk to Jay, but that they should wait until the next time they saw him. They did not want to jump in and immediately start giving Jay advice moments after first meeting him.

Jay returned from using the restroom and came over to the gang’s table where Oliver and Glen were and Glen introduced Jay to everyone.

Jay was in his early thirties, about five foot eight inches, long unkept hair, beard that needed to be trimmed, average build, clean clothes but very worn, and obviously had spent a lot of time in the sun.

Everyone greeted Jay warmly and welcomed him to the bar. The gang, Oliver and Glen continued their conversation and occasionally asked Jay questions about himself trying to get to know him. They learned that Jay was a construction laborer and that was the only trade that he had ever been involved. Jay was a very likeable person, somewhat reserved and shy, insecure, and had a very low opinion of himself.

Joe excused himself from the table and told Jay to bring his drink and come with him that he wanted to introduce him to some of the other people in the bar. After Joe had introduced Jay to a couple of people, they set down on a couple stools at the bar and talked. Jay and Joe got to know each other better and had a good rapport in a very short time. Jay was relaxed and found it easy to talk to Joe. He began to respect Joe and had confidence in him and realized that Joe was the type of person that he would like to have as a good friend, nothing sexual but just as a friend. Jay told Joe that he never liked going to gay bars because no one would ever talk or have anything to do with him. This was the first time that he had ever been to a gay bar and ever had a good feeling about being there.

Joe and Jay returned to the gang’s table just as Oliver and Glen were hugging and telling everyone goodbye. Jay shook everyone’s hands and a quick hug and was just about to leave, when Joe told Glen to bring Jay back to the bar the tomorrow afternoon. Glen turned to Jay and asked him, "Can you join us tomorrow?" Jay replied, "It is so nice to be wanted. As soon as I get off work and clean up, it would be great to see you guys again".

After Oliver, Glen and Jay left, Joe told the gang that Jay was a real nice guy with very little education but very smart who was very lonely, unhappy, and needed a good friend or friends. He felt that the gang could help Jay in more ways than just discouraging him from making dangerous sexual contacts using the internet.

Early in the evening the next day, Jay showed up at the bar by himself and joined the gang at their table and told them that Glen and Oliver may join them later that something had come up and they did not know if they could join them or not.

After a few moments of conversation, Jay whisper into Joe’s ear, "May I talk to you alone for a few minutes?" Joe picked up his drink in one hand and took Jays arm and lead him outside to the patio where they set down with no one else on the patio. Jay said, "Glen has told me that he disapproves of me making dates on the internet and I guess I do not know why. It is the only way I know how to get someone to have sex with me. Even when I do make contact with someone over half of them see me and walk away. I do not know what to do". "Jay, Glen does not disapprove of you using the internet to arrange sexual contacts. He thinks that you should take more precautions and meet the contacts in a public place and get to know them before inviting them to your home", Joe replied. "I know that is what I should do and I have tried to meet a couple of guys in a nearby coffee shop, but as soon as they see me in person they turn around and leave". Even when they come to my house most of them immediately leave but I do have better luck sometimes when they come to my house".

Jay looked down at the floor and both he a Joe were silent for a moment. Jay broke the silence and said, "I did get lucky last night, after leaving you guys. I had met a guy on the internet and had made a date for him to come to my house late last night. I had taken another shower and was waiting on him with nothing on except a towel wrapped around me. From previous experiences I had learned if I greeted the guys at the door either naked or near naked that I had a better chance with having sex. Anyway, last night after waiting a half hour after he said he would be there, I gave up and lay down on my bed and was jacking off when the doorbell rang. I had already turned the outside light and the living room lights off before going to my bedroom. There was only a small lamp on in the bedroom and it was the only light on in the house. I went to the door with my towel wrapped around me. My cock was sticking straight out from the whacking that it was receiving when the doorbell ring. When I opened the door this real hunk of a man stepped inside and I shut the door. I dropped my towel to the floor and my dick was rock hard. I could see that his eyes immediately went to my crouch and his cock was getting hard in his pants. Then he look up and look me in the face and started to look at me all over. He began to back towards the door saying, ‘No way, No way’. I reached over and cupped his nuts in my hand and with the other hand unzipped his pants and began giving a blow job. He dropped his hand from the doorknob and said, ‘What the hell. If you want to suck my dick, go ahead’. In no time, I had him undressed and in my bed. The more I sucked on his dick the hornier he became. He was almost ready to shoot and he reached down with his hand and removed his dick and started stroking himself while moving down and took my throbbing cock into his warm mouth. After he had gone down on me several times, he pulled his mouth away from my dick and looked up and said, ‘Damn man, you have a perfect size dick for sucking. I love to suck a real hard dick that is the right size’. He began sucking my dick again and I knew that he was getting a lot of enjoyment while doing so. He soon had me seeing stars and it had been a long time since my cock had been so big and hard and feeling so good. We positioned our selves so that we could each give each other a blow job at the same time. Both of us shot off in each other’s mouths. After we recovered, I made us some coffee and we drank our coffee and smoked several cigarettes. When finished with our coffee and cigarettes, he took me by the arm and we went back to the bedroom and he fucked my ass for almost an hour before we both shot again. He lay down beside me and wrapped his arms and legs around me and we both went to sleep. This morning when we woke up, he got up and we drank a cup of coffee before he left. He told me that, ‘you are a good fuck and I like your dick’".

Jay looked at Joe and apologized for being so vivid and giving so many details about his sexual encounter of the previous night. He said that the point that he was trying to make was that he had difficulty in finding sexual partners. The use of the internet had been the most successful way that he had found to contact guys who were interested in having sex with him.

"Jay, your detail description of your sexual escapades last night was not necessary but being at my age, I enjoyed your relating to me your night of passion. However, listen to me and think about what I am going to ask you. I do not expect an answer to my question but just think about it. What if, when you palmed that guys nuts last night, and he responded by knocking the shit out of you or beat you to a pulp?

Joe reached over and put his hand on Jay’s shoulder and said, "Come on and let’s go back and talk to the gang about this thing of picking up sex partners on the internet. I think that they will give you some other things to think about ".

After Joe and Jay had rejoined the gang, Joe waited for the right moment in the conversation and then said, "Heads up you guys, Jay and I have been talking about him contacting potential sex partners by using the internet. Why don’t you guys offer some of your wisdom and advice on the subject?"

Jason was the first to say anything. "Jay, you are old enough and been around long enough to know that when ever you pick up or being picked up whether it be in the grocery store, local park, movie, gay bar, internet or anywhere, that there are risks and danger involved. If you do not know the person, you may be getting yourself into serious trouble. Unfortunately there are a lot of idiots out there. You know and we all know about the possible danger but sometimes we ignore or need to be reminded that they do exists".

Tom chimed in, "Yea, there are people who hate the gays and even gay themselves, will go out of their way to do harm. Some of those people hang around the gay web sites with the intent to entrap some unsuspecting gay, to beat up and/or rob or even kill a gay person."

Bryan offered his two cents, "If a guy is so horny and he thinks it is absolutely necessary to have quick sex, there are a few but not many places that he may be safer than taking them to your home. For example, the gay bathes or any place where there are a lot of other gays are around. I do not condone this but even here in the restroom of the bar, often gay guys get their rocks off."

John’s advise, "What we all are trying to say is to get to know the person and find out as much about the person before inviting him to your home or going to his home or to a motel room or any other place that you would be placing yourself in danger. Take your time and date the person for a while before going to bed with him. Before long you may have a long lists of guys that you may want to have repeated sex with."

Buster said, "If you have a friend or someone that you know introduces someone to you, generally you would be safe to pursue a sexual encounter. Another idea for you to consider, here in the bar if someone comes onto you, ask around and see if anyone knows the guy. Those bartenders over there are full of information. If someone has had a bad experience with someone, one or all the bartenders generally know about it and if so they will tell you to stay clear of the guy".

Joe hugged Jay and told him that he had friends here that are concerned and want him to be careful using the internet to arrange sexual contacts. Joe added, "I know several couples that come to this bar and others who have meet each other by using the internet, so it is a wonderful source to meet someone but you just have to be careful.

Jay expressed his thanks to everyone for their concern and their advice and said he was going to go home and reevaluate the situation that he had been placing himself. He told the gang that he would be back to see them in a couple of days.

A week had gone by and no one had seen Jay. Oliver and Glen came into the bar and Joe motioned to Glen to come over to the gang’s table. Joe asked Glen if he had seen Jay. Glen told Joe and the gang that he had not seen Jay in over a week. The gang expressed their concern and had been wondering if they had said anything to Jay that may have offended him.

Glen went to the bar to use the telephone. He called Jay’s house and no one answered and then he called Jay’s boss and his boss said that he had not seen Jay in two days and that he had not called in sick or anything. Glen came back to report what Jay’s boss had just told him. Joe suggested that Glen and he go to Jay’s house and see if they could find out anything. Glen and the gang agreed that this would be a good thing because everyone was beginning to really worry. Jay had always seemed depressed and not very emotionally stable.

Joe and Glen returned to Bottoms Up after going to check on Jay. It was apparent that both were upset. They said that Jay’s house was locked up; there was a damaged window screen and some dried blood on the porch floor. As they were leaving that they observed dried blood on the driveway.

Buster excused himself and used the telephone on the bar and called his friend, the Chief of Police. Buster explained why he was concerned about Jay and he asked the chief to check to see if there had been any disturbance calls at Jay’s address. The chief asked Buster for a telephone number that he could call him back. Buster gave the chief the phone number at the bar and he set down on a stool and waited for the chief to return his call. In only a couple minutes, the chief called and informed Buster that the police did receive a call three days ago and that someone attempted to murder Jay and that he was probably still in the hospital.

Buster report to Oliver, Glen and the Old Queens’ Gang what the chief had just told him. They immediately left the bar, climb into two cars and headed to the hospital. Upon arriving at the hospital they were told Jay was in fair condition, he had been stabbed seven times, had lost a lot of blood, and had regained consciousness that morning. Jay could have company for fifteen minutes but only with two people. Joe and Glen were the obvious to be the two people to visit with Jay.

Jay was real glad to see Joe and Glen. They asked Jay what had happened. Jay said that in the middle of the night he was in bed asleep and heard someone banging on his front door. He went to the door and a man pushed his way inside the house and knocked him down on his back onto the floor. The man straddled him and he had a knife and grabbed his testicles and penis with one hand and was yelling, "You God damn faggot, I going to cut your fucking balls and cock off." I started to fight him off and he stabbed me in the stomach before I could get away. I got up and decided that I would jump through the open window to get away from him and when I did I knocked out the screen. I got up and started to run and he tackled me on the driveway and began to stab me over and over again. I blacked out and did not come to until this morning here in the hospital.

Joe asked, "Who was this that did this to you?" Jay closed his eyes and said, "I think it was a guy that I meet on the internet that agreed to have sex with me about two weeks ago. He never showed up. I am not for sure if that is who it was or not". Glen asked, "Can you identify the man?" Jay replied, "Hell yes, and that is what I told the police this morning and they are going to bring some mug shots in for me to look at."

Joe told Jay that he had eight friends that would be available if he needed anything and the other six friends were outside his room and some of us will be back to visit you later. The nurse came in and told Joe and Glen that they needed to leave. Glen took one of Jay’s hands and Joe took the other. They gripped his hands real tight, smiled at Jay, before leaving Jay’s room.

Joe talked to one of the nurses in the hall and asked how long Jay would be in the hospital. She told Joe that she would guess that if all went well that he should be released day after tomorrow but that he would need someone to care for him after he went home.

Joe and Glen joined Oliver and the rest of the gang and briefly told them what they had learned. Jason suggested that they all return to Bottoms Up and talk about what and how they could help Jay.

After the Oliver, Glen and the gang had gotten something to drink they set down at their table and began to discuss and make plans as to what should be done to help Jay. Glen said that, "The first thing I should do is to call Jay’s boss and let him know what has happened to Jay". Glen left to go to bar and use the telephone to make the call. Glen returned to the table and told everyone that Jay’s boss is going to hold his job open and that he had not realized how much work that Jay had been doing and how much he had been depending on Jay. Jay would have an increase in salary when he returned and would receive sick pay while he was away from the job and that his company had insurance that would cover Jay’s hospital and doctor’s bills.

Joe broke the silence. "Jay is going to need someone to care for him after he gets out of the hospital. I want him to stay at my house until he fully recovers and can take care of himself. I do not think it is safe for him to return to his house. That bastard may come back and try to finish the job that he started". Everyone agreed and they all volunteered to assist with taking care of Jay.

They made out a schedule so that two of them would visit Jay during each visiting hours at the hospital. John pointed out, "Joe is right. Jay is not going to be safe going back to his house until that creep is put behind bars". Bryan said, "I think that as soon as Jay has recovered he will want his own place to stay. I will start looking around to see if I can find a suitable place for him to live". All agreed that Bryan was right and they could not think of anything else that they could do at this time. Oliver stood up and raised his glass and loudly said, "You guys are doing it again. Always coming to the aid of someone in need of help". A number of people in the bar, that overheard Oliver, yelled, "Hear!!, Hear!!".

After Jay was released from the hospital he was very glad that Joe had offered him a place to live while he recovered. Jay also expressed that he was afraid to return to his home and he expressed his appreciation to Bryan for looking for a new place to live.

Bryan found an apartment that he thought that Jay would like and paid the deposit and first months rent. Bryan also contacted Jay’s landlord and explained Jay’s situation and his landlord agreed to let Jay out of the lease agreement and refund his deposit.

With eight people working together, within three hours, Jay’s things were packed, moved to the new apartment, unpacked and made ready for Jay to move into after he had fully recovered. Tom and John packed Jay’s clothes and were appalled in the condition of his clothes. John suggested that they pick out a couple of changes from his better clothes and put the rest of them in a bags which was not to be unpacked when they got to the new apartment. John told Tom, "We have got to do something about his clothes and shoes. They are worn out and should go to the trash."

Jay made a full recovery and John and Joe took Jay to his new apartment. Jay was thrilled to death and was surprised that everything was unpacked and put in its proper place. John instructed Jay that most of his clothes were in a bag in the closet and that he was not to unpack them for a few days. He also told Jay that after he finished his first day back at work tomorrow, I want you to come to Bottoms Up to be with the Old Queens’ Gang and have a drink with us.

It was Friday evening and Bottoms Up had a huge crowd for happy hour. The Old Queens’ Gang had made their rounds greeting everyone and was seated at their table. Oliver and Glen were also somewhere in the bar. John had talked to one of the guys who came to the bar often and this young man was a hairdresser. John had asked the hairdresser if he would do a complete makeover tomorrow on Jay if he could talk Jay into it. John told him that he would pick up the bill. The hairdresser said that he would be happy to do it and that he would not charge anything because he had heard what Jay had been through.

John knew, that the hairdresser’s lover owned a men’s clothing store. John talked to the hair dresser’s lover and asked him if he would help Jay select a new wardrobe of clothes and shoes both for everyday use and work clothes. John told him that he or the gang would pay for whatever he picked out for Jay. After some discussion Jay was to go to the men’s clothing store after the hairdresser had finished the makeover. The owner of the men’s store agreed to help Jay select the clothes and shoes but insisted that everything would be charged at costs to the Old Queens’ Gang.

Jay came into the bar and got himself a drink at the bar and joined the gang. Oliver and Glen also joined the group. After all the greetings were over and everyone was relaxed, John moved around Jay’s back and put his arms around his shoulders and announced "Jay, the rest of the gang and I have a surprise for you. We want to give you a complete new wardrobe, shoes and a makeover. If you would accept our offer, the hairdresser and owner of a men’s clothing store is standing over there and you need to introduce yourself to them and make an appointment for tomorrow. Now this offer is made on the condition that tomorrow afternoon when you are finished that you come back to Bottoms Up and show us the new you and then we will take you out for dinner."

Jay stood up and said, "I, I, I don’t know what to say. Sure, I’ll do it. Why not? Thank you. Thank you". John motioned to the hairdresser and his lover to come over to the table and he introduced them to Jay.

Saturday afternoon, the Old Queens’ Gang had assembled at their table and was anxiously awaiting Jay’s arrival. They did not know what to really expect. Suddenly, someone near the table said "Hi guys". Everyone did a double take. They did not recognize Jay. His hair had been cut, his beard was gone and he was dressed in new comfortable everyday clothes. He looked terrific. Everyone stood up and waited their turn to hug Jay and tell him how great he looked.

Buck who owned the bar, noticed what was going on at the Old Queens’ Gang’s table, came from behind the bar and to the gang’s table and took Jay by the shoulders and looked him in the eyes and said, "Man, you are one more good looking dude. I did not even recognize you when you came in. I thought you were a new customer".

A little latter on Jay went to the restroom. When he came back to the table, he said, "I can not believe this. When I was in the john, a guy made advances towards me. I could not believe that he was actually interested and talking to me. Then on the way back to the table another guy offered to by me a drink. What is going on?" Everyone was laughing and happy for Jay. They began talking about going to dinner. Buck came back to the table and whispered into Jay’s ear. Jay got up and went with Buck a short distance from the table where they talked a few minutes. Jay returned to the table and asked, "What in the fuck is happening? I have a date tomorrow night with Buck. We are going out for dinner and then to a party". Jay said he was confused. "A short time back I overheard someone talking about Buck and James. I thought Buck and James were lovers".

Tom explained to Jay that Buck and James were lovers and about three years ago, James disappeared. No one has seen or heard from James since. The police believed there might have been foul play and Buck for a long time was their primary suspect. For months, Buck, James’ family and police searched for James and never found a trace. Buck and James loved each other very much and were devoted to each other. Buck and James were roommates and lovers while in college and remained together after college for a number of years until James disappeared. Something horrible happened to James and we just do not know why and how he could have completely disappeared. "Jay, you are the first person that Buck has ever dated or had anything to do with since he lost James".

Buck and James had three more dates. Then one afternoon the Old Queens’ Gang was at their table talking. Buck came up and set down with them. He said, "Gentlemen, I think I have fallen in love with Jay. We have a date tonight for dinner and Jay as agreed to spend the night with me. It will be the first time we have had sex and I want everything to be just right. I have bought several dozen scented candles, roses, bubble bath soap, new large fluffy towels, matching bathrobes, fruit, appetizers, brandy and champagne. I have selected some nice background music. I do want tonight to be perfect. Do you have any other suggestions as to what I might do?"

Jason laughed and said, "Good grief man. You have got it bad. I think you have everything under control. You and Jay have a good time tonight."

Buck stood up and loudly said, "ATTENION EVERYONE, Tonight I am going to get laid. Drinks are on the house for everyone". Tom yelled, "DAMN BUCK, Did you have to tell everyone we were going to have sex?" Buck began to blush and turned towards Tom and gave him the finger.

A couple of months of Buck and Jay being together most of their free time, they moved in together and are very happy. Buck told the gang that "Jay was a wonderful person and he loved him very much. He was a friend, lover, partner, soul mate and terrific in bed."

Jay’s makeover not only changed his appearance, his luck with gay men, but most important of all, the way Jay feels about himself.