Double D

“Wow,” Danny said.

“Yeah,” I replied.

We were standing barefoot on the beach. Our first-ever real beach. Oh, we’d been to a couple rivers and a couple lakes, and of course lots of swimming pools and suchlike. But now we were on a real, honest-to- goodness, ocean beach.

And we had it all to ourselves.

We were on the island of Johtom. It was a small, privately owned island in the US Virgin Islands chain. We were at the extreme southern end of the Islands, and on the southern part of the island as well.

Normally we lived in Des Moines, Iowa. A nice place, but not known for its grand oceanic views. We’d lived there our entire lives, and hadn’t even left the state, except for occasional trips to St Louis or Chicago.

Our mother worked for a very large law-firm in Des Moines. She’d been there for years and was apparently standing a good chance of making partner. This chance was enhanced, no doubt, by the fact that she’d just settled a huge case for a major client. She’d netted a huge amount of fees for the firm, something that had pleased the senior partner, John Tomlinson (now you know where the island’s name came from), so much that he’d told her to take a week off and use his private island. Mom had pulled us out of school (it was February), and hauled us down here.

Not that we had a problem with this.

We’d arrived in Charlotte Amalie very early this morning. We’d had a quick breakfast and hopped on a small boat. An hour later and we were here, on our own private island. Ours for the week.

The island was divided in half. On the north half was a large, multi-bedroom house, and a massive private beach. Originally we’d planned to all use that to stay in, but then Danny and I had found out about the smaller, private guest cottage on the southern half of the island. It had its own, even more private beach. As soon as we’d found out about it, we’d pressured our mom into letting us use that as our place to stay. She’d agreed, and we’d taken it over.

Now, after dropping our things into the cottage, we were standing on the beach, looking out at the water.

“It looks endless,” Danny said.

“It is, actually,” I replied. “The oceans all connect together, so technically it’s one big, endless ocean.”

Danny rolled his eyes. “You know too much, Dustin.”

“Yeah.” A pause. “I know.”

Danny looked at the deadpan expression on my face and laughed.

“Come on,” he said, pulling his t-shirt off, leaving him only in a pair of shorts. “Last one in the water’s a rotten egg!”

I quickly shucked my shirt and ran into the water. We both reached it at about the same time and dove in. The Caribbean wasn’t as warm as, say, a bathtub or a swimming pool, but it was still better than swimming in a lake in Iowa, especially this time of year.

Danny and I splashed around for quite a while, enjoying the feeling of the water. At one point we both put on our goggles and dove under the water, looking around at whatever we could see. Mostly we could see some fish in the distance and stuff like that.

Then at one point I caught sight of my brother swimming along. I always wished I looked more like Danny. He was fifteen, a year older than me. He had brown hair that always looked just about perfect and piercing blue eyes. His body was incredible, too. He didn’t play any sports, but he was a ballet dancer (make any jokes you want, he and I have heard them all). The dancing give him this perfect v-shaped upper body, which was naturally hairless and well-developed.

Rumor had it that at least a dozen girls from school had tried to impale themselves on his penis at various points. I didn’t know if that was true, but I figured it probably was. Either way, I was certain he wasn’t a virgin and I knew for sure that I was.

I was a little short and very, very skinny. Scrawny, in fact. I had kind of boring dirty-blond hair, and an uninteresting face. Even my ass was dull, being very flat. The only compensation that I had was… well, nothing. I was basically doomed to stay a virgin until I was fifty, I figured.

After about an hour or so, we got out of the water and tromped back to the cottage. It was just a one-bedroom cottage with a single king-sized bed we’d be sharing. The place wasn’t huge, and didn’t have any AC. But what did have was a hot-tub that my brother and I were both looking forward to using.

“Phew,” Danny said when we got back to the cottage. “I’m all covered in salt. I’m gonna get a shower.”

“Yeah, I should get one, too.”

“Come on, then, at least the shower’s pretty big.”

“Ok.”

We walked into the bathroom and tossed our wet shorts into the corner, leaving us both nude. I’d seen my brother naked any number of times, and he’d certainly seen me, so this wasn’t a big deal. We’d be showering together, which we hadn’t done before, but there were two shower heads and plenty of room.

It was worth noting that my brother looked even better naked than he did with clothes on. Unlike me, he had a perfectly firm, round ass, and the penis than hung majestically between his legs was a little longer than mine. He had no pubic hair, but I’d heard that he shaved it, and I had started doing the same. It looked great on him, but it made me look like an eleven-year- old who hadn’t started to develop yet.

Once we were done with the shower we tossed on some clothes and went out into the cottage. I raided the freezer and found a frozen pizza which I cooked up for us. We ate it out on a patio, looking out over the ocean.

“This is really nice,” I said.

“Yeah. I wish we didn’t have to go home next week.”

We sat there eating in silence for a bit, and then I said, “I’m gonna get my papers.”

“Ok.”

I walked into the cottage and came back with a stack of papers and pencils. Danny had his dancing. I had my drawing. I liked to think I was good at it, and I suppose I was. But it wasn’t going to leave me with a body like my brother’s.

Danny watched me start to draw a palm tree and then apparently got bored, because he stood up and started stretching. A few moments later he began doing some basic dancing. There wasn’t any music playing, but he acted like there was.

I tried to concentrate on my drawing, but I couldn’t. I loved watching my brother dance. He was so perfect when he was moving. Hell, he was perfect when he was laying still doing nothing. I sighed a little. God, I wished I was even a tenth as hot as him.

I set aside my tree drawing and began to try and draw Danny as he danced. I’d tried drawing my brother many times, but I’d never managed to make the drawings look as… well, vibrant as he looked. I kept trying, though.

Danny caught sight of me drawing him. “You know, I could just pose for you.”

“I know,” I said. “But I wanna try and get a good drawing of you dancing.”

“Well, I can’t complain about that, I guess,” he said with a smile as he went back to his dancing.

We spent most of the afternoon like that. Danny kept dancing and I kept, pointlessly, trying to draw him while he did so. Eventually as I was about to give up, the phone rang.

I went in and answered it. “Hello?”

“Hey, how’s 2-D doing?” came my mother’s voice. She called us 2-D. Dustin and Danny… yeah. She thought it was clever. You know how moms are.

“We’re doing good. It’s cool down here.”

“Is that Mom?” asked Danny, coming into the cottage.

“No,” I said, rolling my eyes and wondering who else he thought would call us. “It’s Pope Gregory IX, asking us if we want to go for a ride on his pleasure yacht, the Saucy Sue.”

“Oh? Tell him I said hi.”

Our mom said, “You boys wanna get together for dinner in about an hour?”

“Sure.”

“Ok, see you up at the house then.”

“Ok.” I hung up the phone. “We’re going to have dinner up at the house.”

“Ok, cool.”

Danny I spent the next hour just hanging out on the patio chatting. He thumbed through some of my drawings of him and said he liked them all. I thought they were ok, but, well, they just didn’t capture what I thought of as “him”.

Dinner with our mom was nice. She was a good cook, but didn’t have the chance to cook very often. She made us some linguini with chicken, a little salad and a nice desert. We made plans to have dinner here every night and otherwise planned to do our own things, though we both agreed that if we left the island, we’d let the others know.

Once dinner was over, Danny and I went back to the cottage. We turned on the radio and after some looking managed to find something we could stand. We sat around listening to the music and just relaxing for a bit. After that we spent some time soaking, nude, in the hot tub, which was very pleasant on a lot of levels. As an artist, I found Danny’s body so beautiful, I could never get enough of seeing it.

“Oh, this is nice,” Danny said as he settled into the water. I watched every inch of him sink below the surface, my eyes riveted to his gorgeous body.

“Yeah, I like it,” I said, trying to relax and turning on the bubbles, hoping my brother wouldn’t see my penis, which was very, very hard right now. I hoped it would go down soon. It did this a lot when I saw Danny nude.

Eventually we got tired of the hot tub and decided it was time for bed. It was really hot in the bedroom (no AC, remember). So we both slapped on a pair of briefs, turned on the ceiling fan and opened the bedroom windows, and settled onto the bed, on top of the blankets, and drifted off to sleep.

At one point in the night, I woke up suddenly. I didn’t know why. I blearily opened my eyes and focused on the clock by the bed. 3:32 in the morning. Ugh. Way too early for anyone to be awake, especially while on vacation. I turned over, my eyes still open.

And my heart suddenly skipped a beat.

Danny was asleep next to me. He was lying on his back. One leg was out straight and the other was bent slightly. One of his arms was at his side and the other was behind his head. He was, like me, wearing only a pair of white briefs. Whatever he was dreaming, it must’ve been very good, because I could clearly see his erect penis tenting up under his underwear.

All this was nice, but what was really amazing, really incredible, was the moonlight streaming in through the open window and basking his body in this wonderful, pale white glow. It turned his already amazing body into something out of a fantasy novel.

Without taking my eyes off Danny, I stood up and walked over to the dresser where I’d set my drawing materials. I sat down in a chair across from the bed and began to draw. Danny was the perfect model in his sleep, it turned out. He lay motionless for the entire time it took me to do my drawing. The only thing that really changed was his penis. Sometimes it was hard and almost lifting up the waistband of his underwear, and other times it was soft, and barely visible.

This was the drawing of Danny I’d been after all this time. It wasn’t the easiest one I’d ever done, but it was worth it. I knew it was the one that finally captured what made Danny who he is.

I set my drawing aside and moved back onto the bed, sitting down next to Danny. I couldn’t keep my eyes off him. His penis was going through a hard stage right now. On a sudden, irresistible impulse, I reached out and placed my hand above the bulge in his underwear. I didn’t know why, but I really wanted to touch it. I knew that I shouldn’t, but…

Finally after what seemed like forever, I lowered my hand, feeling my brother’s penis through his underwear. It felt hard and warm. I could feel the shaft under my palm and the tip under my fingers. It was… breathtaking. There was no other word for it.

I’d seen Danny’s penis any number of times, but I’d never seen it hard before. I’d never really wanted to before, but right now I wanted that more than just about anything else in the whole world.

Carefully, slowly, I hooked my fingers into the waistband of Danny’s underwear, happy that he was a sound sleeper. I pulled the waistband down and took a deep breath as my brother’s very hard, very beautiful, penis came into view.

My brother’s penis, when hard, was about six-and-a-half inches. It was perfectly straight and beautiful, just like everything else about him. It was one of the most wonderful things I’d ever seen.

I’d never touched another boy’s penis before. I wasn’t gay after all. I wanted girls. But right now, I also wanted something else. I watched to touch my brother’s erection. I didn’t know why, just like I didn’t know why he liked ballet and I liked art. I just knew that I wanted to touch it.

Finally I reached out with one of my hands and ran a finger down the shaft of Danny’s penis. He didn’t respond, and a little thrill of pleasure went through me. Making sure he was still out of it, I wrapped my hand completely around it. It was wonderful. It felt almost like mine, but different in its own way. I was instantly in love with it!

Still holding my brother’s penis in my hand I licked my lips and leaned down. It was natural to kiss something you were in love with, right? Right. With that thought in my mind I planted a kiss right on the tip.

My lips were still on the tip of my brother’s erection. I looked up at his still sleeping face and opened my mouth. Slowly I began to lower it down around Danny’s penis. It felt really natural, like it belonged in my mouth. I took as much in as I could and moved my face up and down a couple times. I’d never given, or gotten, a blowjob before, but I was familiar with the basic idea.

I wanted nothing more than to keep sucking my brother until he came, but I figured if I did that, he’d probably wake up and it would be a little hard to explain to him what I’d been giving him a blowjob. With great reluctance I pulled my mouth from his penis and pulled his underwear back up, hiding all the evidence.

I sat back and looked at my still sleeping brother. He had no idea what I’d just done with him. He still looked so incredibly beautiful. I felt another sudden, forceful desire and, licking my lips, I leaned down and gently kissed my brother on the mouth. It was my first kiss.

Then I went into the bathroom, jerked off and came in under a minute.

Now somewhat sated I got back onto the bed. I was feeling a little guilty and a little confused, but I mostly felt tired and soon drifted off to sleep.

I had some awfully strange dreams.

* * *

The next morning Danny gave no indication he’d known anything had happened. We ate some breakfast, got ourselves together and talked about our day. We decided we wanted go to Charlotte Amalie and see the sights. We called our mom to make sure she knew we were going and then called the boat to come and get us.

I hadn’t shown Danny the drawing I’d done of him. I buried deep in my papers. I planned to show him eventually, but I didn’t know when I needed to sort out everything else that had happened last night first.

I knew I should be feeling guilty and messed up for having sucked off Danny, but I didn’t. Actually, my little bit of incest last night had finally brought it all into focus. It was like everything I’d been feeling over the last few years now made perfect sense. I’d finally figured it all out.

I was in love with my brother.

I didn’t mean that in any way other than how it sounded. I was in love with Danny. That was why I kept obsessing over his body. That was why I followed him around everywhere. That was why I shaved my pubes, just like he did, even though it looked like crap on me. It also explained why I’d gone down on him while he slept last night. Well, that plus the fact that, apparently, I had no morals.

We spent a pleasant afternoon bumming around Charlotte- Amalie. We even had a couple German tourists who came up to us at one point thinking we were natives. I actually spoke some basic German and was able to explain we weren’t. It was still pretty cool, though.

We also learned, during the day, that Charlotte-Amalie was a great place if you were over 21 (good bars), Jewish (the oldest synagogue in the Western Hemisphere), or rich (but it’s always good if you’re rich). Still, we had fun.

After a while we got bored of just wandering around, and went to see a movie. Then we decided it was time to head back, so we called the boat and rode back to the island where we met our mom for dinner. Once we got back to the cottage, Danny suggested a soak in the hot tub. I agreed right away and moments later we were nude and in the water.

It was all I could do once we were naked to keep my eyes off my brother’s penis. I remembered how wonderful it had felt inside my mouth, and I really wanted to get it back in there. I wanted to give my brother an orgasm. But I didn’t have any idea how I was going to talk him into it.

“You must be thinking about something nice,” Danny suddenly said with a laugh.

“Huh?”

He pointed down where my stiff penis was clearly visible under the water.

“Oh.” I put a hand over it. “Sorry. Just… uh… thinking about a girl we saw back in Charlotte-Amalie.”

“Yeah,” Danny said with a lazy grin. “There was some nice eye-candy there. You’re not the only one to think so.” He moved his hands enough to expose his hard penis.

I drooled.

Well, mentally anyhow.

“Yeah, I’m sure the girls back at school are happy when you’re like that,” I replied.

Danny gave a slight grin. “Well, you know, gotta keep the ladies happy.”

“Yeah,” I said with a grin of my own as my stomach knotted. My brother was, apparently, straight.

We soaked in relative quiet after that. Eventually we got tired of the hot tub and got out. My penis was completely soft, right up until the point where I saw Danny’s wasn’t. I quickly got some clothes on before he could see.

Danny and I bummed around the cottage for another hour or two, just hanging out and having a good time. We watched a little TV, listened to a little music and ate some popcorn before deciding it was time for bed.

Like the previous night we stripped down to our underwear and laid on top of the bedding. I wondered if I was going to wake up again. I hoped not, but I also hoped so. I really wanted my brother, even though I knew it was bad.

I’d actually almost drifted off to sleep when I heard Danny say, “Dustin? You awake?”

“Yeah.” I rolled over to face him.

Danny turned on his side to look at me. “I kinda lied earlier.”

“About what?”

“About girls.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah.” Danny was quiet for a moment. “I’m still a virgin.”

“Oh.” I was surprised, to say the least. “But I’d thought..?”

He shrugged. “I’ve had girls who were interested, but it didn’t seem… well, I wanted to… I don’t know. Wait, I guess. Until I find the right person.”

“Oh, I guess that makes sense.”

“Yeah.” Danny chuckled. “Hell, all I’ve done is make out a little. I haven’t even had a blowjob or anything.”

“Really,” I said, carefully, now very happy the room was dark enough that my brother wouldn’t be likely to see me turning bright red.

“Yeah.” He rolled over onto his back. I did the same, but not before seeing that his penis was tenting his shorts just like it had last night. Just like mine now was.

“Well, all I’ve done is kiss, too.”

“Really?”

“Yeah.”

“Ok. I don’t feel so bad, then. But I thought…”

“What?”

“I dunno. I thought you’d gotten laid by now.”

“No.”

“Huh. I’m surprised.”

“Why?” I asked in honest confusion.

“I dunno… you’re pretty… well, you know… you’re hot. I figured you’d have girls all over you.”

I turned to look at my brother. “You’re on drugs, right?”

Danny laughed. “No! I’m serious. You look pretty hot. I figured you’d have lost it like years ago.”

I shook my head. “No, I’m as virgin as you.”

“Wow.”

I was startled. Stunned even. I shook my head again. “Danny, how can you think I’m better looking than you are? You’ve got a great body. You’ve got a great face. You’re hot. Deal.”

Danny laughed again. He turned towards me. “You got a much better body than I do.”

“Fuck that,” I said. “I mean, look…” I reached out and placed a hand on my brother’s chest. I could feel his heat beating. “You actually have some definition here.”

“Yeah, well, I’d rather be more like you.” He put his hand on my chest. “You’re much thinner than I am. That’s a plus with dancing.”

“Yeah, but you gotta have the muscles to lift the girls.”

“I guess,” he admitted. “But still.”

Almost subconsciously I moved my hand down my brother’s magnificent chest to his stomach. “I’d give anything to have a body like yours,” I said, softly.

Danny chuckled. “I’d love to have yours. Nice and thin,” he said, running his hand down to my stomach, which now had butterflies in it.

“Yours is better.”

“Yours is.”

I looked at my nearly-nude brother and laughed. “You know how stupid we sound?”

“Pretty stupid.”

“Yeah.” Shyly I moved my hand back to cup my brother’s underwear-clad ass. “You’ve still got a better body.”

Danny grinned. “And you got your hand on my ass.”

I gave Danny’s ass a squeeze and then reluctantly let go. “Just enjoying the muscles.”

“I still wish I looked more like you,” Danny said as we took our hands off each other and laid on our backs.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Danny’s penis was still hard, as was mine. “Yeah…” I took a breath. “I guess until then I’ll have to stick to jacking off.”

“Yeah, me, too,” Danny said.

I reached down and rubbed the bulge in my underwear. “Too bad you’re here,” I said as lightly as I could. “If you weren’t, I could be spanking it right now.”

“Yeah, I know what you mean.” Danny rubbed at his underwear, too. After a few moments he said, “Hey, Dustin?”

“Yeah?”

“You’re pretty horny right now, right?”

“Yeah.”

“Me, too.”

“Ok.”

“Well… you know… I mean… we could just jack off. You know. Right now. I mean, it’s not like it would be a big deal, would it?”

“I guess not,” I said, trying to sound uncertain while my heart danced.

“It wouldn’t be anything bad, right? Just jerking off together?”

“I guess it wouldn’t.”

“Ok. So… you want to?”

“Well… ok, I guess.”

“Ok.”

Seeing that Danny wasn’t going to start anything, I hooked my fingers into my underwear, lifted my butt up and slid them down off my body. Once I was nude, I laid back, took my penis in my hand and slowly began to stroke it as I looked at my brother’s nearly naked body.

Danny seemed to me sort of checking me out for a moment, but then he pulled his underwear off and tossed them aside. He leaned back and took his penis in his hand, stroking it slowly.

“You look way better naked than I do, Dustin,” Danny said after a moment.

“Fuck that noise. You look much hotter. I never get tired of seeing you naked.”

“Really?” Danny asked into the awkward silence that followed that statement.

“Well… yeah.” I swallowed a little. “I mean, it’s like seeing a piece of art come to life, you know?”

“I always like seeing you naked, too.”

“You do?”

“Yeah.”

I began stroking faster as I watched my brother masturbate. “You wanna see who cums first?”

“Ok…”

Both of us had our heads turned towards each other and were clearly watching one another masturbate. It was really hot! I never thought I’d get to do something like this with my brother. It was so hot, I was sure I’d cum first.

“Ah… here I go! I’m cumming!” Danny called out. I watched the sperm fountain out of his penis and splash onto his gloriously naked body. My orgasm came seconds later, the pleasure washing over my body as it hit.

The two of us lay there in silence for several moments, breathing hard as we tried to recover. Finally I managed to say, “Well… wow…”

“Yeah…”

“That was pretty cool.”

“Yeah, it was.” Danny sat up and looked down at my sperm-covered body. “You ever taste yours?”

“Yeah, sometimes. You?”

“Yeah.” He ran a finger through a puddle of sperm on his body. “You… wanna taste mine?”

“Really?”

“Yeah.”

“Ok.”

Danny held out his finger. I put my mouth around it, remembering the way I’d blown him last night. My brother’s sperm tasted a little different from my own. A little saltier, perhaps. It wasn’t bad at all, though.

I ran my finger through my sperm and offered it to my brother. He didn’t say anything, he just put his mouth around it and licked my finger clean, his eyes locked with mine the entire time. It was one of the most erotic things I could ever imagine.

Once I was done cleaning his finger, Danny got up and left the room. He came back a few moments later with a couple towels. We cleaned ourselves up and then laid back down on the bed.

“Well,” I said after a moment. “That was fun.”

“Yeah. I’m gonna sleep naked. You?”

“Yeah.”

“Cool.”

“Good night.”

“Night, Dustin.”

Slowly we drifted off to sleep.

* * *

When I woke up the next morning, I saw that sometime during the night, Danny and I had moved close together and currently he was laying on his side with his arm resting on my chest. He looked totally hot and I got instantly hard seeing him like that.

Looking down at Danny’s body, I found I was unable to restrain myself from enjoying the sight. I reached down and took my penis in hand and began stroking slowly as I admired my naked brother.

Danny began to stir next to me. His eyes opened and his head came up. He smiled blearily at me.

“Good morning,” I said, continuing to masturbate.

“Morning.” He yawned and stretched, bringing his erect penis into view. Chuckling a little, Danny said, “Glad to know I’m not the only one who wakes up horny.”

“Well, when I wake up next to something that looks as good as you, who can blame me?”

“Heh,” was my brother’s reply. He laid down on his back and took his penis in his hand. “I could say the same thing.”

“Whatever,” I said, sticking my tongue out at him.

We masturbated together in silence for a couple minutes, just enjoying our sexuality. Both of us were watching the other jerking off, though I suppose we didn’t really think anything of it. Well, I figured Danny probably didn’t. I knew I was getting off watching my brother masturbate. It was like a live porn show.

After a few minutes of jerking, I took a breath and said, “Hey, Danny?”

“Yeah?”

“You ever wonder what it might be like to… you know… have someone else do it to you?”

“You mean jerk me off?”

“Yeah.”

“Yeah, I guess.”

“Me, too.”

“Cool.”

We kept masturbating in silence for a few more moments, then I said, “Danny?”

“Yeah?”

“You know,” I said, my mouth dry. “If you wanted… we could try that. You know… with each other.”

“Yeah?”

“Sure. If you wanted.”

Danny shrugged. “I guess we can, if you want. Just to see what it’s like and stuff.”

“Ok.” Shyly I reached out with my hand. As Danny let go of his penis, I wrapped my hand around it, feeling a surge of pleasure go through my body as I started masturbating my older brother.

“That feels good,” he said after a couple minutes. ” I guess I better do you, too.” He then reached out and put his hand on my penis, stroking it slowly. A shiver of pleasure went through me as for the first time someone was touching me in a sexual way.

We jacked each other in silence for a few moments, and then Danny said, “Hey, Dustin?”

“Yeah?”

“I bet I can make you cum before you make me cum.”

I laughed a little. “You’re on.”

A couple minutes of furious, quiet masturbation followed, each of us jerking the other as fast as we could, trying to make one another cum. It was without a doubt the most erotic and pleasant experience of my life.

Eventually Danny gasped, “Dustin…?”

“Yeah…?” I replied, a little out of breath and trying hard not to shoot yet.

“You… win… ah…” With that I felt his penis jerking in my hand as his sperm began to blast out over his naked body. I’d won, but it was only by about ten seconds, cause my own orgasm hit just as his was winding down.

Once our orgasms were over, we laid there on the bed, breathing hard, with our hands still on each other’s penises. We both turned towards each other and grinned.

“Wow,” I said.

“Yeah. That was intense”

“Yeah, it was.” Shyly then, I said, “We gotta do that again sometime.”

“Fuck yeah,” Danny said with some enthusiasm. “That was the best thing I ever felt!”

“Me, too.”

Danny sat up. “We should probably get cleaned up.”

“Yeah.”

I savored the sight of my brother walking towards the bathroom, my eyes glued to his ass. I couldn’t believe that we’d just sort-of had sex with each other! It was so incredible. I couldn’t wait to do it again!

* * *

The rest of the day passed. We met up with our mom and went back to Charlotte-Amalie where we toured Fort Christian and Blackbeard’s Castle. Then Mom wanted to go tour some arboretum. We split off with her and headed back to the island. Once there we had a little lunch and then Danny suggested we hit the beach.

Once we got there, we splashed about for a bit, enjoying the warm ocean waters, and then Danny said, “Hey, Dustin?”

“Yeah?”

“You ever swim naked?”

“No.”

“Me either. Want to?”

I considered this for about a tenth of a second before saying, “Hell, yeah!” I was always behind anything that involved seeing my brother naked.

Danny and I stripped down and ran into the ocean, giggling and splashing at each other as we swam. I took every chance I could to dive under the water and check out my brother’s naked body. Watching him swim in just his trucks before had been nice, but now I was able to see his entire beautiful body moving under the water. It was so amazing. I hoped he was thinking the same about me, but I doubted it. Who would find me attractive, after all? I know last night he’d said he did, but he was probably just being polite.

At one point I was under the water and then surfaced, standing in the sea up to my waist, my penis sort of floating. I looked around, not seeing my brother.

“Danny?”

Suddenly something came up from the water behind me and wrapped its arms around my nude body.

“Gotcha,” Danny whispered into my ear.

“Yeah.” I swallowed, going mad with the feeling of his naked body against me. “Now that you have me, what are you going to do?”

One of his hands moved from around my down to my waist, and crept slowly towards my rapidly hardening penis. He slowly wrapped his hand around my erection and whispered, “What do you want me to do?”

My mind went blank and the only thing I could think to say was, “Make me cum…”

“Ok.”

I closed my eyes and reached my arms back, holding my older brother’s ass as he began stroking my penis. I was aware of the sound of the ocean and the feeling of the waves breaking against our bodies. I could smell the sea air, and hear the sound of birds. All this was overwhelmed, though, by the feelings going through my young body, the sensation of my brother’s erection pushing against my butt, and the sound of his breath in his ear as he masturbated me.

Normally when I jerked off it would take me a little while to cum. Even when Danny and I were doing it together I didn’t exactly shoot right away. But standing here, in the ocean, with my brother masturbating me… well, for some reason it had me blasting in a little less than three minutes, my sperm arcing out of me and into the water. It was mind- blowing.

“How was that?” Danny asked, pulling away from me.

“Incredible…” I whispered.

Danny grinned. “Let’s go get cleaned up. All this salt water sucks when it dries.”

“Ok.”

Still dizzy with orgasmic pleasure, I followed my brother into the cottage, my eyes fixed on his bare butt as he walked. A work of art it was, like the rest of his body.

Once we got back up to the cottage, we bee-lined for the shower. Danny got the water going and we got in under the two spray-heads. The entire time I was staring at my brother’s still hard penis, desperately wanting it.

Finally I couldn’t stand it and took my brother’s rigid penis in my hand. Giving it a couple slow strokes I said, “You still need to cum.”

Danny shrugged. “It’s cool. I don’t have to.”

“No, I want to. You made me feel good, so it’s only fair.”

“Ok.”

I took a step closer to him. “Can I do it in a different way, though?”

“What way?” Danny asked quietly.

“This way.” I knelt down, feeling the water wash over my body. I leaned forward a little and licked the tip of my brother’s penis and the opened my mouth wide and slid my lips down until he was all the way inside me.

“Oh!” Danny gasped. “Oh, I hadn’t expected that…”

I moved my mouth all along the shaft of my brother’s penis, giving him his first official blowjob. It was wonderful being able to do this for real after sneaking a taste the other night. Now not only was I able to get off on it, but hopefully so was Danny.

My brother’s penis felt so natural in my mouth, I thought to myself as I blew him, and so much better doing this while he was awake instead of sleeping. I hoped he liked this as much as I did. It meant that I’d get to do it with him more and that would be just wonderful!

After only a couple minutes Danny whispered, “Dustin…? I’m gonna cum soon…”

Putting both my hands on my brother’s ass I began moving faster, hoping for a good, solid orgasm from him. Only about thirty seconds later I got my wish, as my brother’s penis began to kick and buck in my mouth, sending several spurts of salty sperm onto my tongue and down my throat. At first I thought I might choke, but I swallowed as fast as I could and managed to get it all down.

Once my brother was done cumming, I pulled off and stood up, giving him a hug.

“How was that?” I asked.

“Really nice.” Danny hugged me back and kissed me on the cheek. “Best orgasm I’ve ever had.”

“Cool.”

“What was it like blowing me?”

I shrugged. “I liked it. You’re my brother. Making you feel good makes me happy.”

He laughed. “Cool.” He took my hard penis in his hand. “Can I do the same thing to you?”

“Oh, if you want,” I said, casually, while inside my mind raced.

“Cool.” Danny dropped to his knees and a couple moments later I felt something warm and wet wrap around my penis. Oh, god, it felt incredible! So much better than jerking off, or being masturbated by my brother. Oh, it was heavenly!

I looked down, watching my brother’s face move back and forth as he gave me my first blowjob. Most of it was in his mouth most of the time, but I could always see a little of the shaft and the bare place where my pubes would be if I didn’t shave.

After less than two minutes, I managed to gasp out, “Oh, Danny, I’m cumming!” just before I began shooting into my older brother’s mouth. I shook and shuddered as the orgasm swept through my body, carrying me to a place of bliss and delight.

When I was done cumming, Danny stood, swallowing the last of my sperm. He grinned at me.

“That was pretty cool.”

“Yeah.”

He came up and wrapped his arms around me. I hugged him back, and we stood there, naked and embracing, while the water from the shower rained down onto our young, temporarily sated bodies.

Danny said, “We should probably get out of here before we turn into giant prunes.”

I laughed. “Yeah. Plus Mom’s probably going to want us over for dinner soon.”

“Oh, yeah, I’d almost forgotten about that. What with getting and giving my first blowjob and all.” He grinned.

I smiled back. “Yeah. I liked that.”

“Me, too.”

I looked into my brother’s eyes, only a short distance from my own. “I love you, you know.”

“I know, Dustin. I love you, too.”

“Cool.”

Without really thinking about it, I found my face moving closer to his, and his moving nearer to mine. Our lips met, then parted as our tongues slipped into each other’s mouths. We kissed and ground our naked bodies together for a good minute or two before we finally separated, each hard again.

I smiled a little. “I’ve never kissed another guy before.”

“I’ve never done any of this stuff before,” Danny said, taking my penis and rubbing it gently. “I like it, though.”

“Me, too.” I took his penis in my hand and this could’ve led somewhere very fun, but right then the phone rang. We quickly parted, almost as though we’d been caught doing something we shouldn’t. Danny grabbed a towel and wrapped it around himself, going out to answer the phone.

By the time he came back to the bathroom I had a towel around my waist and was trying to comb my hair. “Mom?” I asked, as he walked into the room.

“Yeah.” He dried himself off and then hung up the towel, my eyes fixed on the reflection of his naked body. “She wants us up there in about fifteen minutes.”

“Ok.”

We finished our grooming and dressing in silence, each alone with the thoughts of what we’d done. Once finished, we headed out to the main house where our mom had indeed prepared a nice dinner for us. We ate and talked, and even stuck around at the main house for a couple hours to watch a movie together (some old movie called “The Lady Vanishes”. It was interesting, I guess, if you like black and white), but neither of us really had our brains here. We were both, I think, wanting to get back to the cottage.

As it was, we wound up staying at the main house a lot longer than we expected. In the end, it was about 10:30 before we made it back to the cottage. Once we were inside, Danny yawned and stretched.

“I think I’m going to go to bed soon.”

“Oh? Ok.”

He grinned a little. “I’m gonna hit the hot tub first, though. Wanna come join me?”

“Sure!”

We quickly stripped out of our clothes and got into the water. There wasn’t even any question between us on if we were going to be naked.

As we settled into the water, Danny let out a little sigh. “Ah. This is nice.”

“Yeah. I wish we had one of these at home.”

“No shit! That would so rock.”

I glanced at my brother. “There’s lots of things I like here that I hope we will have at home.”

“Oh? Like jerking and blowing?” he asked with a grin.

I laughed. “Yeah, that,” I said as my penis stiffened.

Danny moved closer. “Dustin?”

“Yeah?”

“I’m gay.”

I laughed a little and put an arm around my brother’s shoulders. “Well, there’s a shock.”

He giggled. “Yeah, I guess it’s not really, is it?”

“Well, you DID have your mouth on my penis earlier,” I said. Then I reached down and took hold of his erection under the water. “Of course, I had mine on yours, too.”

“Yeah.”

We looked into each other’s eyes for a moment and then started making out in the hot tub, kissing and masturbating each other as the water bubbled.

As we broke the kiss, I said, “Danny?”

“Yeah?”

I swallowed. “I don’t think I’m gay. I might be, I don’t know. But I do know that you’re my brother and I love you and I’ve always wanted you and this is the best thing ever.” I looked into his eyes, feeling butterflies flutter in my stomach at how he might react to this confession.

Danny smiled. “I love you, too, Dustin. I always have. You’re my brother and I will always love you.” He shrugged. “I never thought we’d have sex with each other, but I like that we are.”

“Cool.” We kissed a little more and I asked, “Am I your first?”

“Yeah.”

“Cool. I’m yours, too.” I smiled and we kissed again, continuing to masturbate each other.

“Dustin?”

“Yeah?”

“Wanna go do it in bed?”

“Ok.”

We got out of the water and somehow managed to towel off while still finding time to kiss and grope each other. Once we were fairly dry went to the bedroom where we fell onto the bed and began making out again, running our hands all over one another’s nude bodies as we kissed. I was blown away by how good it all felt, and how close I felt to my brother making love like this.

Danny rolled me over onto my back and moved his head down, wrapping his mouth around my erection. I moaned a little in pleasure and then said, “Move yours around, so that I can suck you, too.” My brother complied and now I was sixty-nining with someone for the first time, my brother’s hard penis stuffing my mouth as my smaller one filled his.

I moved my hands up to Danny’s ass, feeling the muscles move under his skin while we blew each other. In the back of my mind I still couldn’t believe I was actually getting to do all this with him, but I was, and I liked it!

After a few minutes of us blowing each other, Danny pulled his mouth off my penis long enough to say, “You keep that up… and I’m gonna cum pretty soon…”

“Good,” I managed to say around a mouthful of my older brother’s penis. Then I added, “Me, too…”

Danny smiled at me and lowered his mouth back down onto me, his tongue working along the tip and part of the shaft of my penis while his hand worked along the rest of it. I did my best to try and emulate the technique, but since he was on top of me and basically fucking my throat, it wasn’t easy. I didn’t mind, though, just knowing I was giving this kind of pleasure to someone I loved was enough to make up for it!

I did my best to hold back my orgasm as long as I could, but Danny’s mouth was giving me such bliss I couldn’t contain myself, and felt the waves of pleasure wash over me as my penis began to spurt inside my brother’s mouth.

Danny’s orgasm came a few seconds later, with his penis jammed down my mouth as deep as it could go. I didn’t have any choice about swallowing, given that his sperm was basically shooting down my throat as he came.

Once he was done cumming, Danny got off me and laid next me on the bed. He hugged me tight and we kissed passionately; our tongues dancing against each other and our sperm mingling in one another’s mouths.

“That was so cool,” Danny whispered to me.

“Yeah… I wish we’d started doing this long ago.”

Danny was quiet for a moment and then said, “Well, we did kind of start the other night, right? When you sucked me off a little?”

I winced. “You knew about that?”

He laughed. “I woke up with you jerking me off. It wasn’t the kind of thing you sleep through.”

“Oh… sorry.”

Danny kissed me again. “It’s ok. It didn’t bother me.” He was silent for a moment and then said, “Dustin?”

“Yeah?”

“I’ve wanted to do this with you for a real long time.”

“You have?”

“Yeah, like for the last year or so. Ever since you started to hit puberty.”

“Oh.” I digested that for a bit. “I’ve wanted you for a while, too.”

“How long?”

I shrugged. “Probably for the last year or so. Ever since I started to hit puberty.”

Danny and I both dissolved into giggles at that point. We hugged each other again and slowly drifted off to sleep, naked in each other’s arms.

* * *

When I woke up the next morning, I was still naked, but in the bed by myself. I looked around, but didn’t see Danny. I did hear some sounds coming from the kitchen, though, and smelled something good. Without bothering to dress, I got up, yawned, stretched, gave my hard penis a couple strokes, and walked nude into the kitchen.

There I saw Danny, just as naked as I was and, as he saw me, getting just as hard. He was making some pancakes. He smiled at me as I walked in.

“Hey.”

“Hey.” I came up behind him and gave him a hug, pressing my penis against his ass and kissing him on the cheek. I then let my hand drift slowly downward to my brother’s erection, giving it a couple strokes.

Danny laughed. “Stop that, Dustin. Not while I’m trying to cook. I could burn something.”

“Yeah, that’d be bad. Ok.” I let go of Danny’s penis and walked over to the fridge where I got a glass of orange juice. I took a couple sips and then sat down at the table as Danny began to serve up the pancakes.

“So what do you want to do today, Dustin?” he asked as we ate.

I shrugged. “Have sex.”

He laughed. “Yeah, well, beyond that what do you want to do?”

“I don’t know. Probably go out to Charlotte Amalie again. I’m sure Mom’s going to want to meet up and do something.”

“Yeah, probably.”

I leaned forward and gave a maple-syrup flavored kiss to my brother’s cheek. “Doesn’t mean we can’t have lots of sex anyhow.”

“True.”

This could’ve gotten a lot more interesting, not to mention sticky, but before we could really go anywhere, our mom called. She’d already called for the boat to go to town, and wanted us to come join her. We basically ended up with about twenty minutes, which, sadly, left us only enough time to finish eating, get cleaned up and get dressed.

Our mom had it in mind for us to spend pretty much the entire day playing tourist. We’d seen most of the notable sights in town, but she’d managed to find some obscure art galleries and had wanted to smarten us up by showing them to us. I was fairly bored, as was Danny. I knew we’d both rather be spending our day naked and playing.

At one point after lunch, but before we left to go back to the island, Danny slipped away for a bit. When he returned he had a suspiciously innocent look on his face. I tried to ask him where he’d been, but he just shook his head and whispered, “Later.”

We ended up staying in town until after dinner, when we finally called the boat and rode back to the island. We said goodnight to our mom and went back to our small cabin on the other side of the island. As soon as we were back in the cabin, I gave my brother a hug and said, “So what are you hiding?”

“Hiding?” he asked. “Who said I’m hiding anything?”

“Me. You wandered off earlier and looked super-innocent when you came back. What’s going on?”

“Oh, that. I bought something.”

I rolled my eyes. Danny loved to play these sorts of games. “And what was the something you bought?”

“Well, what do I get if I tell you?” he asked with a little smirk.

I placed a hand on my brother’s crotch, rubbing at the lump in his pants. “You get me.”

“Well, I guess that’s good enough,” he said, looking doubtful.

“Or I could kick you in the balls.”

Danny laughed. “Well, when you put it like that…” He reached into his back pocket and pulled out a small bottle with the word “Wet” printed on it.

“What’s that?” I asked, taking it from him.

“It’s what’s called lube.”

“What’s it for?”

“Makes things slippery.” He took the bottle from me and squirted a small amount onto my fingertips.

I moved my fingers together, mildly amazed at the total lack of friction. “Nice. Why do you have it?”

“So that you can be inside me tonight.”

“Huh?” I looked at him. “I’ve already been inside you.”

Danny placed his hand over my crotch this time and said in a soft voice, “I’m not talking about you being inside my mouth.”

“Then what-” Realization dawned. “Oh…”

“Yeah.”

“You want me to fuck you?” I whispered.

“God, yes.”

“Oh.”

“Don’t you want to?”

“Well, yeah, sure, I just didn’t expect it, that’s all.”

“Good.” He put his arms around me and kissed me on the lips. “I’ve always wanted to get fucked by you, Dustin.”

“Well!” I kissed him back. “Sounds fine to me!”

We both began giggling. “You wanna get naked and into the hot tub?” Danny asked.

“Sure.”

We started kissing and, without any discussion, began tugging at each other’s clothes. Soon we were both nude and still standing there in the living room, kissing each other.

“I love you so much, Danny,” I whispered, stroking my brother’s penis.

“I love you, too, Dustin.” He dropped to his knees and put his mouth around my penis, moving his head slowly back and forth.

I ran my fingers through Danny’s hair as he blew me. Looking towards the window I could see the reflection of our naked bodies in the glass. It was so hot watching my brother suck me off. I really hoped we could do this at home, too, cause I had a full-length mirror in my bedroom.

“Dustin?” Danny said as he abruptly pulled his mouth off my penis.

“Yeah?”

“I don’t want to wait. I want you to fuck me right now.”

“Sure!” I said eagerly.

Danny stood up and grabbed the bottle of lube. He squirted some onto his fingers and then handed it to me. “Get it nice and slick,” he said.

“Ok.” I squirted some of the lube onto my penis and rubbed it all over, getting it as slippery as I could. Meantime Danny was standing here with his hand behind him and moving around a little awkwardly. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out what he was doing with his fingers.

Finally he said, “Ok, I’m ready,” and laid down on the floor.

“You just wanna do it right here?” I asked, kneeling on the ground next to him.

“There’s no way I can wait to get into the bedroom. I need you inside me, Dustin. Now.”

I wasn’t one to argue. I got between his legs and said, “So, how do we do this?”

“Well, I haven’t actually been fucked before,” Danny said. “I’ve used my fingers and I have a dildo at home. But in theory all that should have to happen is I spread and lift my legs and you slide it into me.”

“Sounds like a good plan.”

Danny spread his legs wide and lifted them up, presenting his ass to me. The target was pretty obvious. I maneuvered around and eventually got myself lined up.

“You ready?” I asked.

“Yeah. Go slow.”

“Ok.”

I licked my lips and took a deep breath. Then I pushed forward and watched as slowly my thirteen-year-old penis began to enter my fifteen-year-old brother’s virgin ass. I moved as slowly as I could until I was all the way in him and then gave him a kiss.

“I’m inside you,” I whispered in amazement. “Does it feel ok?”

“No… it feels amazing,” he said with a blissed-out smile. “Do you like it?”

I moved back and forth a little, feeling pleasure like I’d never felt before and in the most casual voice ever, said, “Well, yeah, it’s ok.”

Danny giggled, then wrapped his arms and legs around me. “Fuck me, little brother.”

I began thrusting slowly, moving my hips and sliding my penis in and out of my older brother’s ass. If I’d thought blowjobs were amazing, and I did, they were nothing compared to this. I wondered if it felt as good when fucking a girl? I’d probably never find out. Besides, who cared about girls when I had my brother to have sex with?

While I fucked Danny, his hand moved to his penis and he began rapidly masturbating. God, it was hot doing that, and knowing that I was inside him at the same time. I’d never really thought about fucking before, but I could see I was going to spend a lot more time thinking about it now!

All too soon I felt my orgasm approaching. I managed to gasp out, “Danny…? Are you getting close?”

“Kinda…”

“Oh… well, I’m gonna cum… real soon…”

“Do it, Dustin,” he whispered back, looking me straight in the eyes. “Cum inside me…”

That did it. Gritting my teeth I pushed my penis deep into my older brother’s ass and lost myself in orgasm as my sperm fired off into him. It was, hands down, the best orgasm I’d ever had, period!

“Was it good?” Danny asked, reaching up to stroke my hair.

I stared at him. “Are you kidding?”

Danny giggled. “Stay in me while I cum.”

“Ok.”

I moved so that my penis was as deep inside my brother as I could get it, and then watched him as he masturbated. It was so beautiful watching that body I loved so much as he pleasured himself and, eventually, reached an orgasm. God, I was the luckiest boy in the world for getting to see this!

Once Danny was done cumming, I pulled out of him and we laid side-by-side on the floor, making out with each other. Eventually we got up and headed to the shower, where we cleaned up. The cleanliness didn’t last, though, because pretty soon Danny was bent over with me doing him from behind as the water flowed onto our nude bodies.

My brother and I spent the entire rest of the vacation in the Virgin Islands screwing our brains out. We fucked in every room in the cottage, and once on the beach (never again). We even fucked in the hot tub a couple times. Mostly we did it in bed, though.

It was always me fucking Danny, never him fucking me. I asked him a couple times if he wanted to, but he never did. He said he enjoyed having me inside him to much to want to switch things around.

I’d wondered if our relationship was going to last once we got back home. I never talked with Danny about it. I figured if this vacation was all we had, I wanted to enjoy it as much as I could. Happily, not more than three hours after we got back to Des Moines, I was fucking Danny on his bed.

It’s been a few years since my brother and I started our incestual relationship with each other. Now we’re in college. He’s a dance major, I’m an art major. Most people think we’re gay just because of that. We share a two-bedroom apartment, but we only really use one bed.

I know there’s people out there who would frown on my brother and I and the relationship we have. To each other we don’t even pretend we’re anything other than madly in love with each other. To everyone else… well, some of our friends know, some have figured it out, and it’s not anyone else’s business. As long as Danny and I are happy together, that’s what’s most important, and happy we are

the end

Gloryhole Drake

Drake was in a hurry as he walked up Fourteenth Avenue on his way home after his daily workout. It was cold and the November wind cut through his wind breaker making his whole body shiver, but not only was he cold, he was also uncomfortable because of the big hard on that was straining against his baggy jeans.

“Dammit,” he thought, “haven’t come yet today!” Drake, it seemed like, was always hard! His whole family was highly sexed, from his older brother, Kendrick, who had just about fucked every girl in the town high school of their small town, to his own father who fucked his mom at least three nights a week even after twenty five years of marriage.

So for Drake it was either have sex with someone or jerk his big cock off at least once a day!

As he approached 53rd Street, he noticed that a new adult bookstore had just opened for business, and with nothing else pressing to do; he decided to check it out. There was a sign inside that pointed to a back room that said “LIVE DANCERS” so Drake walked into the back room and entered a booth closing the door behind him.

He put five dollars worth of quarters into the slot and the screen covering the glass slid up out of the way revealing two young men dancing to the beat of the music that was coming from two big speakers in the corners. Both looked to be about 19 years old, and were entirely naked and glistening with sweat! They obviously were workout fanatics because they both had perfectly muscled bodies and both sported large thick erections! Moving from booth to booth, they encouraged the men behind the glass screens to slide dollar tips through slots that led to the dance floor where the guys could scoop up their money.

This whole thing kind of grossed Drake out. He’d expected that the dancers would have been women. He wasn’t sure if he wanted to see guys naked. But not having had all that much success wit women, he was at least interested enough to stay long enough to get his money’s worth.

One of the boys stopped in front of Drake’s booth he slid five dollars through the opening to him, and for this, Drake was treated to a private little show that included some masturbation. By this time Drake had pulled out his own pecker and was giving it some nice even strokes as he watched the show.

While Drake jerked his dick with more fervor, he suddenly heard a tap on the left side wall of his booth, and after looking down, to his utter amazement was a hard cock sticking in through a hole that had been cut about crotch high!

Now caught up in a high sexual tension of this strange situation, Drake bent down and took the erect dick into his mouth and began sucking like a baby on a nipple. He knew how it must feel to the guy on the other side. He knew what it felt like to have a girl do it to him and had always thought that he could have done a better job at it than any girl had ever done on him.

The head was smooth and slick with his saliva and Drake licked the beautiful shaft from top to bottom, until several minutes later Drake heard a groan coming from the next stall that was quickly followed by his mouth being jetted full with thick spurts of hot come!

Swallowing every drop, Drake licked and sucked the head clean and gave it one last loving suck before it was pulled from his mouth and disappeared into the hole in the wall.

Drake heard someone come into the booth on the other side and decided to see what would happen if he did the same thing his neighbor had done to him. So Drake jumped to his feet and stuck his own pecker through the small opening, and within a second, the head of his dick was being licked and sucked by a total stranger!

Who ever was doing the sucking sure knew how to do it, because Drake couldn’t remember ever having such a good suck off! He felt his nuts tighten as he raced towards his orgasm, and while looking out the window of his booth he saw the two boys who had been dancing a few minutes ago, now down of the floor doing 69! It was too much for Drake to take and he blew his load deep into the throat of his anonymous cocksucker, while the two boys putting on the show were also in the process of coming all over each others faces.

There seemed to be hot gay come everywhere! Drake’s cocksucker was now gently licking his meat clean with soft velvety kisses, but reluctantly he pulled his dick back and stuck it back into his pants. As he left the booth he bumped into another man as they left the back room making Drake wonder if he was the guy he’d just sucked off.

He gave the older man a little closer look than he normally would have, and as a small smile spread across the man’s face, Drake immediately knew that this was the man who had just made his pecker explode in ecstasy!

Taking a chance, Drake extended his hand and introduced himself, the stranger grasped it firmly and said, “My name is Luke, what can I do for you?” Drake looked around the dark room and found a little cubbyhole off behind the change machine and said, “Follow me.”

Luke followed Drake to the back of the room and slipped around the corner and out of sight while Drake dropped to his knees and unbuckled the man’s pants and pulled out his penis. It already smelled of fresh come, and Drake hungrily put it into his warm mouth, eager to receive another load of come from the big-dicked stranger!

Luke hadn’t said much up until then, but as he was being sucked he said, “That’s right little boy, suck my big pecker, make it shoot its goo into your slutty little mouth!”

Hearing that lewd talk made Drake work even harder on the thick member, and in a few more minutes he was rewarded with a torrent of hot come down his eager throat!

When he was done coming Luke pulled Drake to his feet and kissed him hard on the mouth and told him to pull out his own cock. Luke took his own come covered dick and Drake’s into his hand and began jerking them together, both heads slipping and sliding together, their velvety smoothness combined with the saliva and come on Luke’s cock, bringing both men to the verge of ejaculation!

Drake just stood there, his erection rubbing back and forth against Luke’s, his orgasm now fast approaching. Drake couldn’t hold back any longer, and stammered, “Oh my, god, I’m gonna come!” Drake couldn’t believe that this afternoon was happening; he’d never imagined how another guy could make him come so hard.

Both their peckers convulsed at the same instant, sending spurts of come into Luke’s rapidly moving fist, their come intermingling as their cock heads rubbed side by side in the big man’s hands.

Luke pulled out his handkerchief and cleaned off both peckers and his come drenched hand, and as they walked out into the afternoon sunshine, they nodded to each other, and then were each on their own separate ways in opposite directions.

A Great Gay Vacation

I took a sip of my Pepsi and closed my eyes. The beach was almost completely empty. It wasn’t technically a private beach, but it was so far away from everywhere important that it might as well be private. The seclusion was why I came here. It was my first vacation in years, and I was burned out big time. The chance to get away for the summer was wonderful.

I heard a dog barking and the sound of a boy laughing in the distance. I opened my eyes and lifted my sunglasses to look. There was a boy running along the beach with said dog. He was quite naked, which wasn’t unusual. This wasn’t a nude beach, but it was clothing optional. Not too many people took their options, but I was happy this boy was.

The boy in question was blond, about 5’3 or so. Thin, reasonably muscled, and fucking sexy as hell. Probably no more than twelve or thirteen, judging by the fact that the penis flopping between his legs as he frolicked had gained some size but hadn’t yet sprouted any hair.

I got an instant hard-on looking at the child as he played. At thirty-two I was waaaay too old to be thinking about a boy like this, but I couldn’t help it. Normally I tended to chase after, and catch, boys who were about fifteen or sixteen. Usually homeless ones, since they were the easiest to get into bed. I’d never chased a boy this young.

I closed my eyes and did my best to ignore him, trying to put him out of my mind, knowing that even here, down in Mexico, they’d take a narrow view to me fucking a boy of his age, more’s the pity. I should have vacationed in Spain. The age of consent there was twelve, and…

Sand flew up onto me and I heard barking right near my face. I opened my eyes to see the boy’s dog, a golden retriever, only a couple feet from me.

“Hello, dog,” I said, holding my hand out.

“Neptuna! Neptuna, heel!” the boy called out, running towards us. “Sorry, mister.”

“It’s ok,” I said, petting the dog. “Neptuna, huh?”

“Yeah, that’s his name.” The boy came over and crouched down next to my, his young penis dangling between his legs. Close up he was even better, and I could see that he was wearing this cute little white necklace It suited him well.

“He’s a lovely dog.”

“Thanks!”

“Do you know where the name Neptuna comes from?”

The boy nodded. “Neptuna was the name of Snoop Dawg’s dog. And Dick Tracey’s godfather.”

I laughed. “That’s true.” I let my eyes drink in the site of this gorgeous naked child crouching on the sand so close to me. He’d obviously not been here, or been running around naked, for long, because I could see the tan line where shorts had covered his body before.

“What’s your name?” he asked.

“Chris.”

“Short for Christopher, or Christ-bearer, the saint who supposedly carried Jesus across a river,” the boy said, promptly.

“Well, I AM impressed.”

“Thanks.” He blushed a little.

“What’s your name?”

“Peter.”

“A good old Biblical name, that.”

“Yeah.”

My eyes drifted down towards Peter’s penis. He was circumcised, which I preferred. As I’d thought before, it was indeed at that perfect stage where it had started to grow, but not get hair yet. I wondered if he made sperm. I wondered if he masturbated. He was almost certainly still a virgin. I pictured that young penis sliding around in some lucky girl’s vagina and nearly came in my shorts.

“So how old are you?” I finally asked him.

“Twelve. How about you?”

“Thirty-two.” I was pleased my guess of his age had been pretty accurate.

“Cool. So how long have you been here?” Peter asked me.

“I just got here two days ago.”

“Cool. We just got in last night.”

“We?”

“My mom and me.”

“Cool.”

“Yeah. We’re going to be here all summer.”

“Cool, me, too.”

“Great! I’m sure I’ll see a lot of you,” I said. I’ll hopefully see you in bed, I added to myself, feeling instantly guilty.

“Great! Well, I’ll see you later, then,” Peter said.

“Ok.”

He started to stand up, but Neptuna, who was rapidly becoming my favorite beast, bumped into his master, and knocked the boy off balance enough to send him sprawling onto me. He ended up basically laying on top of me, forming us into a plus symbol.

“Sorry,” he said, lifting his body up, which caused his young penis to brush against the side of my body.

“It’s no problem,” I muttered as Peter stood up.

“Anyhow, I’ll see you later, Chris! Come on, Neptuna,” he said to his dog and ran off to play in the surf. His butt looked amazing. I pictured my penis pounding into his tight little backside and suddenly needed to get up and leave. I nearly sprinted back to my cabana and set about pleasuring myself. When I came, it was one of the best, most intense orgasms of my life.

I sighed as I laid there after the orgasm, feeling very, very guilty about the thoughts I was having about Peter. I mean, he was twelve! I had no business lusting after a twelve-year-old! I was twenty years older than him!

But then I thought about his gorgeous little body and his cute face and that wonderful penis he had dangling between his legs and I knew that no matter how strong I thought I was, I’d never be able to resist his charms.

I was going to chase him.

I was going to get him.

* * *

“Hi, Chris!” came the high-pitched voice calling out to me the next day when I got to the beach. Peter was already running around playing fetch with Neptuna and still naked.

“Damn, Peter,” I said as he came up to me. “Don’t you ever wear clothes?” I asked with a grin.

Peter giggled. It was very cute. “No, not when I’m out here. It’s cool being naked, you know?”

“Yeah, I know.”

“Why don’t you get naked, too?” he asked.

“Oh, I don’t want to get a sunburn,” I lied. Really, I didn’t want this twelve-year-old boy seeing my massive hard-on.

“Oh, ok. Well, you wanna play with me and Neptuna?”

“Sure.”

Peter handed me the Frisbee Brand Plastic Flying Disk that he’d been throwing to Neptuna. I tossed it out towards the sea and watched the dog charged after it, barking the whole time.

“He’s a good dog,” I said as Neptuna came back.

“Thanks!” Peter picked up the Frisbee and threw it this time.

We spent a few minutes playing with Neptuna together and then I sat back on my towel and watched Peter’s nude body as he played with his dog. God, this boy was sexy as hell. I wanted him so much, and felt such guilt for that desire.

About an hour after I’d arrived, this woman turned up and went to talk with Peter. He pointed at me and the two of them walked over.

“Chris, this is my mom, Pharrah.”

“Pharrah Josephson, PhD,” she said, holding her hand out to me.

“Chris Charming, NohD,” I said shaking her hand. She looked to be around my age, maybe even a little younger, and there was a scary thought. It was bad enough I wanted a boy young enough to be my son. It was worse that his mother was younger than me.

Pharrah laughed. “Peter told me he’d made a new friend down on the beach yesterday.”

“That would be me, I guess,” I replied. “What’s your degree in?”

“I’m a psychiatrist. What do you do?”

“Freelance HTML coding. This is my first vacation from it in years.”

“I’m gonna go play with Neptuna some more, Mom,” Peter said as he ran off.

“This is our first vacation since Peter’s father died,” Pharrah explained.

“Oh, I’m sorry to hear that,” I replied with sincerity.

Pharrah shrugged. “It’s been a while.”

“How long?”

“Six years. Peter doesn’t even remember him all that well.”

“That’s too bad,” I said, shaking my head. Changing the subject, I went on with, “Peter’s a really nice boy. Seems rather smart, too. Knowing about Neptuna and all.”

Pharrah laughed. “Yes, he’s quite smart. He got skipped ahead a year in school a couple years ago, and it’ll probably happen again when he gets to high school. He’s a very nice boy, too. Always trying to help people.” She smiled. “I imagine probably every parent talks about their kids that way.”

“Probably.”

“Do you have any children?”

I shook my head. “No.” I’ve had other people’s, I added silently. “Just haven’t found the right person, you know?”

She nodded. “Tell me about it.” She looked over at Peter. “Peter wanted me to see if it would be ok if he came over to visit you sometime. You don’t mind, do you? I could use a little space to decompress,” she said with a smile.

“Not at all. He’s a nice boy.”

“Good.”

I made a show of looking at my watch. “Well, I gotta get going. It was very nice meeting you.”

“Not at all, the pleasure was mine.”

“Bye, Peter!” I called out to my naked dream boy.

“Bye, Chris!” he called out in return, waving at me.

I turned away with great effort and headed back to another lonely, vigorous masturbation session at my cabana.

* * *

The next morning I was awakened at an ungodly hour (nine), by the sound of someone knocking at the door. I peered through the curtains and saw Peter standing there next to a bicycle. He was actually wearing clothes. Shorts, an open button-up shirt and a baseball cap. I quickly pulled on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt (I slept nude), and went to answer the door.

“Hi, Chris!” Peter said, brightly. “My mom said it was ok for me to come visit you.” He looked at me and frowned. “Oh… I hope I didn’t wake you up.”

I shook my head. “I was just getting out of bed.”

“Oh, ok.”

“Come on in,” I said, standing aside. The boy parked his bike and walked inside.

“Wow, you got a nice cabana.”

“It’s not the same as yours?”

“No, our floor plan is a little different. I like yours better.”

“Well, feel free to wander around,” I said. “I’m going to get something to drink. You thirsty?”

“Got any coffee?” Peter asked.

I was startled. “Aren’t you a little young for coffee?”

He gave me an odd look. “No. I’m twelve.”

Rolling my eyes I started making a pot of coffee. From the living room I heard Peter call out, “You gotta lot of art in here.”

I walked into the living room. He was right. I’d brought a sizeable collection of my prints with me down here to Mexico. “Do you like it?” I asked.

“Yeah, I guess.” He looked around. “I do some art myself. Mostly drawings and such. I don’t know if I’m any good, but I like doing it, you know?”

“Well, I’d love to see some of your stuff one of these days,” I said, not mentioning what other stuff I wanted to be seeing more of.

“What are all these paintings?”

“That one’s by a guy called Caravaggio. He lived back during the Renaissance. Most of the prints I have here are by him.”

Peter studied the picture in question, which showed a naked adolescent boy. “He does a good job,” Peter finally said.

“Yes, he did.” I pointed to some other prints. “Most of these photos are by a man called Will McBride.”

Peter walked up to a print that showed four boys in a locker room in various stages of undress. “That’s a cool picture. Lots of nice use of shadows and light and stuff.”

I laughed. “Yeah, that’s about right.”

Peter browsed around my little mini-gallery some more as I went into the kitchen to make him a cup of coffee. I added the cream and sugar he requested when I offered it, and then walked back into the living room where Peter was looking at a couple McBride pics. I passed him the drink.

“So why are there all these naked boys in here?” he said as he took a sip from his coffee.

“Well, until pretty recently the most beautiful people in the world were thought to be young boys. Like about twelve to fifteen years of age.”

“Really?”

I nodded. “In fact in some of the old Renaissance paintings the models for young girls were actually young boys.”

“Wow… I never knew that…”

“Yeah, it’s not talked about a lot.”

Peter grinned. “These boys dress about like I like to.”

I laughed. “Yeah, I almost didn’t recognize you when you knocked. I wasn’t used to seeing you with clothes on.”

Peter grinned some more. “Yeah, well, the beach might allow you to be naked, but I figured if I was riding my bike around in the nude, someone might get unhappy.”

“For starters, you might.”

“Yeah!” He had a wonderful laugh.

Choosing my words carefully, I said, “Well… you know, you don’t have to wear clothes when you’re visiting me.”

“I don’t?”

“Nope.”

“You don’t care if I’m naked when I’m here?”

“Not at all.”

“Oh. Ok, then!” Peter quickly ditched his shirt and hat, and then pulled down his shorts and underwear. Once he was nude, he stretched out his body. “Ah… that’s so much nicer.”

“You have a very nice body, Peter,” I said, taking a chance. “Like some of the boys in these paintings and stuff.”

“Thanks, Chris!” Peter said with a smile. He walked around my living room naked. It was all I could do to not grope him. “Hey… are you going to get naked, too?”

“Naw, not first thing in the morning,” I said, waving a hand.

“Ok.”

“So you wanna watch a movie or something?”

“Sure!”

We looked through my DVD collection and made a few choices. Over the next couple hours we watched Aladdin, Men in Black and Spiderman 2. Or at least Peter watched them. Mostly I watched him, studying him out of the corner of my eye, largely focusing on his penis. I kept wanting to touch it and suck it. God, he was perfect.

When the last movie was over, Peter stood up and looked at the clock. “I gotta get going home soon,” he said.

“Oh, ok.” I stood up and turned off the TV. “Well, thanks for coming by.”

“Thanks for letting me! Do you mind if I come over tomorrow, too?”

“Not at all. You can bring Neptuna, too, if you want.”

“Cool! You’re the best!” Peter came up and, to my incredible surprise, gave me a hug. A very nice, tight, friendly hug. A very nice, tight, friendly and above all else NAKED hug.

I hugged him back, doing my level best to keep my hands off his pert preteen ass. I said, “You’re pretty cool, too, Peter,” and broke the hug.

Peter gathered up his clothes and moments later was on his bike, riding home. For my part, I took a cold shower. This was getting ridiculous.

* * *

When Peter turned up with Neptuna the next morning, I was ready for him. I had coffee made, had a tray of sandwiches and some other snacks ready. By the time he knocked on the door, I’d also already masturbated twice. I was doing my best to keep myself in check.

“Hey, Peter,” I said, letting him in. “Hey, Neptuna.” I patted the dog on the head as he barked a little.

“Hi!” Peter said, giving me a hug when I stood up.

“You can put Neptuna in the backyard, if you want. I think there’s some birds back there he can terrorize.”

“Cool! Come on, Neptuna!” He led his dog outside. Moments later I heard him call out, “Hey, you got a hot tub! We don’t have a hot tub!”

I walked outside. Neptuna was already chasing a lizard or something, having fun like dogs do. Looking over at Peter, I said, “Yeah. It’s a nice one.”

“Can I try it out?”

“Sure, if you want.”

“Cool!” Peter quickly stripped down to nothing and hopped into my hot tub. Looking at me, he said, “You gonna get in?”

“Ok,” I replied, taking a deep breath as I started undressing. I was very happy that I had masturbated twice already. It would keep me from getting overly hard as I stripped. When I was finally nude, I got into the hot tub across from Peter.

“Wow,” he said as I got in and turned on the bubbles.

“What?”

“You got a really big penis.”

I was entirely taken by surprise at those words coming out of the mouth of a naked twelve-year-old boy. I felt said penis twitch and grow, despite my earlier efforts at prevention. “Well… yes, I do,” I said for lack of anything better.

“Mine isn’t very big yet,” Peter said, looking down into the bubbles. “It’s bigger than it was last year, though.”

“Well, it’ll get bigger as you get older,” I replied.

“Yeah. You gotta lot of hair, too.”

I laughed. “Body hair is a part of growing up as well.”

“Ok.”

Peter and I spent about a half-hour in the hot tub talking and chatting with each other. I kept trying to make my penis soften and finally it did. By the time we finally got out, it was almost entirely soft, though I turned away from Peter as I got dressed. He stayed nude.

As we went back into the house, Peter paused in front of one of McBride’s naked boy photos and looked at it.

“Why do you like all these pictures?”

“Because there’s something very beautiful about them,” I said, moving over to stand behind Peter.

“What do you mean?”

“The boys. They’re just so virgin.”

Peter wrinkled his nose as he looked at me. “What do you mean by THAT?”

“Well… this isn’t going to make a lot of sense, so stay with me, ok?”

“Ok.”

“You know what a virgin is, right?”

Peter nodded. “A girl who hasn’t had sex yet.”

“Well, or a boy. Anyone who hasn’t had sex yet.”

“Ok.”

“When I say a boy is virgin, I don’t mean that he’s A virgin. I mean that he’s a very beautiful boy who is old enough to want sex, but probably hasn’t had it yet. Usually he’s twelve, thirteen, fourteen or fifteen. He’s probably a virgin as well, but even if he’s had sex and isn’t a virgin anymore, he’s still virgin. Do you understand?”

“I think so…” he said, pondering.

“So, for example, you’re still a virgin, right?” I asked, my heart fluttering a little as I pictured him fucking some very lucky girl.

“Yeah.”

“But you want to have sex?”

“Oh, yeah!” he said, nodding enthusiastically. I saw his penis twitch a little and lengthen. He wasn’t hard, but he was chubbing. It was wonderful to see.

“Well, ok, so you’re a virgin, and by my definition you’re also virgin, because you’re a beautiful boy who is old enough to want sex, but too young to have had it yet.”

“Oh, ok,” he said as his penis started really stiffening now. It got to be almost completely hard before he reached down and put a hand over it. “Sorry about that.”

“That’s ok,” I said with total sincerity. “You don’t have to cover it up.”

“I don’t?”

“Not if you don’t want to. It’s not like I haven’t seen a hard-on before.”

“Ok.” He moved his hand aside. His young penis was now pointing almost straight up and pulsing in time with his heart. It looked to be about four-and-a-half inches long. “So I’m a virgin, and I’m virgin?” he asked after a moment.

“Yes.” I nodded. “Some people would use the word ‘virginal’ to describe boys like them, and like you, but I prefer to just say virgin.

Peter nodded in return. “I like that.”

“Glad to hear it.”

“And does that mean you think I’m beautiful?”

Carefully, I said, “Yes, Peter. I think you’re easily the equal of all the boys here.”

Peter broke into a grin. “Thanks.”

“My pleasure.”

“So can we watch another movie?” he asked, walking towards the couch, erect penis bobbing with each step.

“Sure.”

Peter selected Blazing Saddles, and we sat back together to watch it. Eventually that sweet virgin penis of his softened. I wished I’d been the source of that softening through, say, an orgasm.

After Blazing Saddles was over, I excused myself to go to the bathroom while Peter picked out another movie. When I came back, I found him holding a videotape. My blood ran cold. I only owned one videotape, and I thought I’d put it away after watching it last night.

“What’s this one? Genesis Children? I haven’t heard of it before.”

“Ah.” I walked over and stood by my naked little dream boy. “Well, it’s a movie from a few years ago about a group of boys from both America and Europe who get brought to an island by a priest who wants them to do religious stuff. It’s actually not a very good movie in many ways. It’s badly written, badly acted and has a bizarre flashback structure, but it does have one good thing going for it.”

“What?”

I poked his bare stomach and grinned. “The boys in it run around wearing about as much as you do.”

“Really?”

“Yep.”

He thought for a moment. “So they’re all virgin?”

I nodded. “You got it.”

“Cool. Can we watch it?”

“Sure, if you want.”

“I want.”

We sat back and watched Peter Glawson and his friends prance naked all over the island. I was envious as hell of the various people who made the movie. You could never convince me that they weren’t getting a little on the side from some of the boys.

I also kept an eye on Peter’s penis, noticing that it hardened up several times through the course of him watching the movie. This was a positive sign!

After the film was done, I said to Peter, “So what did you think?”

He thought for a bit and then said, “It was cool. I think I understand how you can like them.”

“The boys?”

“Yeah. I’m not sure, but I think I get it. Kind of.” He grinned. “I don’t know for certain, though. I can see how they all match your virgin thing, though.”

“Yeah, they are that, that’s for sure.”

Peter looked at the clock. “I gotta get going soon. I hope Neptuna didn’t crap on your lawn too much.”

“Oh, if he did, I’ll take care of it.”

“Cool.” We both stood up and Peter hugged me tight again. “I had a really nice time here today, Chris. Can I come over again tomorrow?”

“You can come as much as you’d like,” I said, totally aware of what I was saying, and pleased that he wouldn’t be aware.

“Good.” He went outside and gathered up Neptuna and then put on his clothes. We hugged once more and he was gone. For my part, I popped Genesis Children back into the VCR and went to my favorite scene (naked boys bent over with torches), and proceeded to pay a nice visit to Orgasmville. Much of the time I was remembering Peter’s erect penis.

God, I needed that boy.

* * *

Peter’s third visit went much like his second. He came over with Neptuna, got naked, we got into the hot tub and talked. Once we were done, we got out of the hot tub, ate some food and sat back to watch another movie.

After the first movie (Hulk), Peter got up to look at some more of my art. He came to one painting that showed Cupid and Psyche in a bed together.

“Ha! I know what they just did,” Peter said with a grin as he pointed.

“Yeah, I think it’s safe to assume that if you’re Cupid, you don’t have to settle for jacking off all the time.”

“Yeah, probably not,” Peter agreed with a nod.

I put the next movie into the DVD player (Matrix), and we sat back together to watch it. I could tell Peter was distracted by something, but I had no idea what it might be.

When the movie was over, he said, “Chris? Can I ask you a question?”

“Sure.” I got up to get the movie out of the DVD player.

“You said earlier something about Cupid jacking off?”

“Yeah.”

Peter blushed a bit and said, “Ok. Don’t think I’m stupid, but I’ve heard a couple guys at school use that same term and I don’t know what it means.”

“Oh.” I sat back down next to Peter. Taking a deep breath and trying to ignore the instant erection that I’d developed, I said, “Well… it’s a way of experiencing the feeling of sex without actually having it.”

“Oh. Why would you want to do that? I mean, why not just have it?”

“Well, Peter, why haven’t YOU had sex yet?”

“Uhm… I’m only twelve and no girl has let me?”

“Good answer,” I said with a smile. “But don’t you want to know what sex feels like?”

“Yeah,” he said, his own penis hardening slowly up.

Shrugging a little I said, “Well, jacking off, or masturbation as it’s really called, is a way of playing with your penis so that you can get an idea of what sex feels like even if you’re still a virgin.”

“Playing with my penis?” Peter echoed, looking down at his preteen hard-on.

“Yes.”

“Oh. What’s it feel like?”

“Oh, it’s wonderful, believe me.”

“Do you do it?”

“Yeah,” I said, aware that time seemed to be slowing.

Peter thought for a moment and then asked the words that made my heart soar. “Can you teach me how?”

Doing my best to remain calm, and appear reluctant, I said, “Well… I don’t know… I mean, I could get into trouble if anyone found out that I showed you how.”

“You could? Why?”

“Because adults and children aren’t supposed to do these things together.”

“I’m not THAT much of a kid. I’m twelve.”

“Yeah, I know. But I could still get in trouble if I showed you.”

“I won’t tell, I promise!” he piped up.

I pretended to think about it, and then finally, slowly, said, “Well… I suppose it’ll be ok. But you can’t tell anyone.”

“I won’t.”

“Ok. Well, I guess the best way to show you is to do it myself.”

“Alright.”

I stood up and undressed, now feeling more comfortable being naked with Peter than I had before. I sat down next to him on the couch and let him get a good look at my very hard penis.

His eyes went wide. “God! That’s HUGE! That’s like twice as big as mine!”

I laughed. “Yeah. Well, mine’s larger than normal. It’s about eight-and-a-quarter inches long and thicker than most, too. My friends call it ‘the Behemoth’.”

Peter laughed. “I guess so!”

“So you ready to learn how to masturbate?”

“Sure.”

“Ok. Take your penis in your hand like this,” I said, wrapping a hand around my erection.

Peter put his right hand around his virgin penis. “Like this?”

“Yeah. Now hold it kind of loose but kind of tight and stroke it like this.” I gave myself a couple slow strokes.

Peter looked down at what I was doing and then down at his own young penis. He ran his hand up and down a couple times along it. His eyes widened a little.

“That DOES feel nice.”

“Now you start out slow,” I said, demonstrating. “But then you go a little faster and it feels better and better. Try it.”

Peter did, his hand sliding up and down his penis. “Yeah, you’re right.”

As I kept beating off while looking at this nice bit of live kiddie porn next to me, I said, “Now… you keep doing it until it either you get this really good feeling that’s so good that you can’t go on or until you get that same feeling and some stuff shoots out the end of your penis.”

“Stuff?”

“Sperm.”

“Oh, ok.”

I sat back and watched Peter masturbate for the first time. It was so insanely sexy to see this gorgeous child playing with his virgin penis. I knew that even if I never got to do anything else with him, the memories of this would keep me warm at night.

Peter began breathing harder and harder as he continued. “I think… I think… I think it’s about to happen…” he gasped out.

“Just let it…” I said, stroking myself faster.

“Ok… I… oh… oooh… OH, GOD!” Peter screwed his eyes shut and his twelve-year-old body began shaking as his penis spammed in his hand and three powerful blasts of nearly clear fluid shot out the end, splashing onto his perfectly smooth, hairless chest.

That was too much for me. “Here I go…” I managed to say before my own orgasm claimed me, several streams of pearlescent fluid shooting out onto my not even remotely hairless chest. It was easily in the top ten list of best orgasms I’d ever had.

Once we were both done cumming, Peter grinned a ragged grin at me. “Wow…”

“I know.”

He looked at the fluid on his chest. “So that’s my sperm?”

“Some of it. The whitish parts. The rest is just semen, a fluid the sperm travels in. See how much more I have?” I gestured towards my body.

Peter nodded. “Will I get more when I grow up?”

“Yeah.” Giving into temptation I reached out and ran my hand along his bare chest and stomach, through a puddle of his first ejaculation. I grinned at him. “So you’re more of a man now. Cool., huh?”

He smiled widely. “Yeah!”

“Here,” I said, passing Peter an old towel I kept handy to clean up with.

“Thanks.”

As he wiped himself off, I licked my hand clean, savoring the taste of Peter’s first orgasm. I did it quickly, to keep him from noticing and then cleaned myself up.

“Thanks for teaching me that,” Peter said to me with a smile.

“You’re welcome.”

Then he moved over to me and gave me another wonderful hug as I sat there on the couch. Now we were both nude, which was much different from before. I held my breath as his naked body pressed against mine. I could feel his still slightly hard penis resting against my thigh. God, this boy was perfect. It was all I could do to keep from making out with him.

Peter left shortly after the hug was done. I later wound up masturbating with the spermy towel wrapped around my penis. This lead to another intensely wonderful orgasm and left me wondering just how much further things would go with this incredible young boy.

* * *

Early the next morning I was woken up by a phone call.

“Mrphuglstk?” I said groggily into the phone. Then I lifted it up and said, “Hello?”

“Hey, Chris, it’s me, your favorite virgin virgin! Oh, did I wake you up?”

“Not really, Peter,” I said, shaking the cobwebs from my head. “What’s up?”

“Well, instead of me coming over there today, my mom wanted to know if you wanted to come over here and have lunch with us.”

“Oh. Uh… sure, ok. What time?”

“Eleven?”

“Ok, I’ll be there.”

“Cool! Bye, Chris!” He hung up.

I laid on my back and gave my penis a couple tugs. So the boy wanted me to come have lunch with him and his mom. Great. I’d be eating with the mother of the boy I was really trying hard to get into bed. Somewhere, some god was laughing.

At eleven, I arrived at Peter’s house. He met me at the door when I knocked, smiling wide and wearing… clothes. He had on a Yu-Yu Hakasho t-shirt and a pair of short shorts. Even dressed he looked sexy as hell.

“Hey, Chris!” He came up and gave me a happy hug.

“Hey, Peter. Hello, Pharrah,” I said to his mother as she came up.

“Hello, Chris.” She shook hands with me. “Come on in.”

I walked inside and let Peter show me around the cabana. It wasn’t that big, a little smaller than mine, actually, but it was cozy. He took me into his bedroom and showed me some of his toys and such. I was amused by how few clothes he’d brought to Mexico with him, and I desperately wanted to strip him down, toss him onto his bed and fuck him on his Inuyasha bed sheets.

Soon Pharrah told us that lunch was ready and I went and sat at the table with them, thinking about how surreal all this was. Pharrah was a very good cook, at least. I still couldn’t get past all the odd feelings of guilt I was experiencing.

After we were done, the three of us played Monopoly, a game I’ve always liked. Pharrah wound up winning. At one point during the game, Peter went to the bathroom and Pharrah decided to Engage Me in Conversation.

“So I’m glad Peter’s been spending so much time with you,” she said.

“You are?” I asked, my guts twisting a little.

“Yes. He keeps telling me that he’s having a lot of fun hanging out with you.”

“He’s a nice kid. I like spending time with him.”

She nodded. “It’s nice to have my space, too, believe me.”

“Well, I’m glad to help.”

Peter came back and the three of us sat back to watch a movie. Once it was over with, Peter saw me to the door, gave me a nice little hug and then hesitated for a moment, still holding onto me. I looked down into his eyes. He looked into mine. Then something incredible happened.

Peter leaned forward, closed his eyes, and very gently kissed me on the mouth.

I was shocked. Stunned beyond all belief. The kiss was short. He broke it off after only a few seconds. And then he pulled away. He turned a bright red and whispered, “I’ll… I’ll see you tomorrow,” and then quickly closed the door.

I was walking on clouds as I headed back to my cabana, though to be honest I was a little confused by what had just happened. Why had Peter kissed me? Was he attracted to me? COULD he be attracted to me? Was it even possible?

Either way, when I got home it was more than enough for me to masturbate wildly while remembering the sensation of his lips against mine.

* * *

When Peter arrived the next morning, he stripped naked, gave me a hug, and said nothing about the kiss, though as he hugged me, I felt his penis stiffen up against my leg.

“Sorry,” he said with a shy smile as he pulled back from me.

“I don’t mind, Peter, really. It’s normal.”

We headed out to the hot tub, though not for very long because the weather seemed to be turning sour, then ate something and in our usual way headed into the living room to watch a movie. We went for Sky Captain and the World of Tomorrow, which he’d not seen.

After that was done, I said, “Well, what do you want to watch next?”

“Uh… can we watch Genesis Children again? That was cool,” he said, and to my amazement started to get an erection again.

“Sure.” I put in the movie and sat down next to Peter as the film began to roll. Throughout it, Peter’s penis remained hard.

About half way into the movie, with Peter still erect, he said, in a slightly nervous voice, “Hey, Chris?”

“Yeah?”

“Do you wanna masturbate again? You know… while we watch this? I was reading on the Internet last night that some people do that while they watch movies.” He had a pleading expression on his face.

My voice trembling a little, I said, “Ok. If you want to.”

“Ok, cool.” Peter smiled widely and started stroking his hairless penis.

I stood up and undressed and when I was naked, sat down by Peter and started jerking off, swinging my look from the movie to Peter and back again. As for him, he was, to my surprise, looking almost entirely just at me.

Only about three minutes into the masturbating, Peter whimpered a little and said, “Oh… here I go…” as his penis jerked in his hand and his orgasmic fluids spattered all over his body. I hadn’t been close to cumming, but watching Peter climax was enough to send me over the edge, and soon my sperm was flying out of me.

When I was done cumming, Peter reached out a hand and said, “Can I touch it? You touched mine yesterday.”

“Sure, if you want.”

I shuddered a little as Peter’s young hand moved down my stomach, dragging his fingers through my sperm. He pulled them up and looked at what was on his fingertips and then, to my even greater surprise, licked it off.

He saw me looking at him and shrugged. “Well, you tasted mine.”

“True,” I conceded. I hadn’t thought he’d seen that. “Well?”

“It’s weird. Not bad, though.”

“Well, you wanna have some food?”

“Ok.”

I cleaned up and put on my clothes, then went into the kitchen to pop in a pizza. After he’d cleaned up, Peter walked into the room, still naked.

“Chris?”

“Yeah?”

“Are you gay?”

I hesitated slightly before answering. “Why do you ask?”

“My mom says you might be. I told her about your paintings and stuff.”

“Well… if I was gay, would that bother you?”

Peter shrugged. “No.”

“Then since you ask, Peter… yes, I am gay.”

“That’s cool.”

“Yeah?” I felt relief pass through me.

“Yeah. I have an uncle who’s gay. He’s nice.”

“Oh, ok.”

We sat down to eat once the food was done cooking. Just as we’d started too much, there was a flash of lightening, followed by the sound of thunder. We looked up to see rain spattering into the backyard.

“I’m glad I left Neptuna at home,” Peter said. “He doesn’t like the rain.”

“Good that he’s at home, then.”

When lunch was over we sat back to watch the special edition version of Return of the King. Just before it was over, the phone rang. I got up and went into the bedroom to answer it.

“Hello?”

“Chris? This is Pharrah. Is Peter still there?”

“Yes.”

“Oh, good. Listen, this storm is getting really nasty and it sounds like it’s going to get worse. Do you mind if he stays there tonight? I really don’t feel comfortable with him trying to ride his bike home in this.”

“Sure, he’s behaving himself and everything,” I added, assuming parents always wanted to hear that about their kids.

“Good. Take good care of him, and make sure he’s home for dinner tomorrow.”

“I will. You wanna talk with him for a moment?”

“Sure.”

“Peter!” I called out. “Your mom’s on the phone.”

“Oh? Cool.” He came walking into the room and picked up the phone. “Hello?… yeah… uh-huh… ok, cool. Make sure you… yeah… yeah, he doesn’t like the rain, but… yeah… ok… Ok, Mom, I will… yeah, I love you, too. Bye!”

“So you get to sleep here tonight,” I said to him as he hung up.

Peter bounced over to my bed and laid down on it. “Cool. You got a comfy bed, too.”

“Yes, I do.” I held out a hand and helped him up. “You wanna watch the rest of the movie?”

“Sure!”

We went back to the living room and turned the movie back on. Most of the rest of the night was going to be spent watching movies and hanging out, but at around ten the power flicked off. Peter and I sat there in the dark listening to the storm.

“Sounds pretty bad out there.”

“Yeah.” I dug out a flashlight and turned it on. “Well… we might as well get to bed. The power’s probably off for the night.”

“Ok.”

“I’ll get you set up in the bedroom and then I’ll sleep in here.”

“Oh!” Peter looked and sounded disappointed. “I thought we were going to share the bed.”

I was so, so torn at this point. “Did you want to?”

“Sure. It’ll be more fun that way.”

God, this boy was sinful. Slowly, I said, “Well… ok. If you want to. Let me get things set up in there, then.”

“Ok.”

I rounded up a couple drinks for us and dug out some candles. I set them up in the bedroom and lit them. Peter walked into the room after using the bathroom and stood there watching me, his virgin penis sticking straight up. He looked so wonderful standing there in the candlelight.

“Is there something wrong?” he asked after a moment.

I shook my head. “No. I just… you look… very beautiful in the candlelight, Peter.”

“Thank you.” Peter got under the blanket and said, “You getting in?”

“Yeah.” I stripped down to my boxers and got into bed with him.

“Aren’t you… going to sleep naked…?” Peter asked quietly.

“Do you want me to?”

“Yes,” he whispered.

I slipped my boxers off and tossed them aside. “Ok, they’re gone.”

“Cool.”

“Peter?”

“Yeah?”

“Why did you kiss me last night?”

Peter was quiet for a bit and then said, “I… I don’t know… I just really wanted to…”

“Ok.”

“You’re not mad at me, are you?”

“No, I’m not.” I took a deep breath. “I really liked it.”

“You did?”

“Yeah.”

Softly, Peter said, “Do you want to kiss me again?”

I swallowed. “Peter… you know I’m gay.”

“Yeah.”

“You know I like young boys.”

“I know. I’ve seen your pictures.”

“I like them in ways other than just looking.”

Quietly, Peter said, “I know…”

I turned onto my side. Peter was already turned onto his and facing me. I reached out and brushed a hand along his cheek. He shivered as I touched him. I looked into his eyes. He was nervous, he was scared, but he also radiated trust. Total trust and faith in me. I felt vaguely guilty about the fact that I was using this trust for sex, but there was no way I could resist the urge. No way to stop now.

“Do you really want to kiss me again?”

“Yes,” he breathed.

My heart beating fast in my chest, I moved closer to Peter, feeling the heat from his body. I kept my hand on his cheek, and then slowly moved it around to the back of his head. Then, gently, tenderly, I pulled him close to me. The first brush of my lips against his brought forth a small moan from his young body. The second moan was stifled by my mouth pressed hard against him. I never thought such a small thing as a kiss could be as potent as this was.

I moved my hand off Peter’s head and slowly down his back to that firm, cute, hairless little ass I’d been drooling over for the last week. Peter whimpered as I cupped his young butt in my hand. He pushed against me, his penis pressing into my body.

“Oh, god, this is nice,” he whispered as we broke our kiss.

“Are you sure you want to be doing this?”

“Oh, yes…”

“What do you want to do?”

“What is there?”

“Well… we can masturbate each other. We can have oral sex. You can fuck me. I can fuck you. We can kiss. We can make love.”

“I want everything,” he whispered.

“Everything?”

“Yes.”

I smiled. “Then you’ll get it.” I moved my hand around from his butt and wrapped it around his preteen penis. There was already a little precum dripping from the tip of it. I rubbed it all over his shaft, feeling him shudder with pleasure as I stimulated him.

Peter’s hand reached out and brushed against my penis. “Can I…?”

“Of course.”

He put his hand around me and gave me a couple strokes. “It’s so big.”

I chuckled. “You made that observation before.”

“Yeah.” He started kissing me again as he kept masturbating me. He didn’t really know what he was doing, but that was ok. The fact that a boy this pretty was doing it to me was enough to fuel my fires.

As we kept kissing, I kicked the blanket down off our nude bodies. It was just too warm. Then I gently rolled Peter over onto his back. I began kissing his neck and his chest, sucking gently on each of his already erect nipples. He really started squirming as I did that.

If he thinks that was nice, just wait, I thought to myself. I kept licking down, down, until I reached Peter’s smooth, bare pubic region. I licked the soft, tender skin there. I’d never been with a boy who hadn’t grown pubic hair yet. It was incredibly nice. Now I moved down further. Keeping my hand around Peter’s penis, I gave the tip a gentle lick.

“Ooooh… what… what was that…?”

I said nothing. I just licked the tip some more, slipped my tongue all around Peter’s shaft and then finally lowered my lips down around Peter’s twelve- year-old penis, beginning to give the boy his very first blowjob.

“Oh… oh… are you sucking my… oh, my god… oh, Chris, that’s so… oh…” He moved his hands down and ran his fingers through my hair.

I couldn’t believe that I was actually getting to give a blowjob to my lovely young dream boy. Not just giving him a blowjob, but really making love to him. Giving Peter his first ever sexual experiences. No matter how many other guys he slept with later in life, I’d still be the first. I’d still be special.

I kept sucking Peter’s penis and moved both my hands down and under to cup his butt while I blew him. I knew he’d probably cum soon, but I also knew that twelve- year-old boys like Peter have a great talent to recover quickly.

Not at all to my surprise, Peter started breathing harder and harder and was soon moaning rather loud, so loud that I almost couldn’t hear the storm outside. His whole body tensed, he let out a small howl, and I felt his penis twitch inside my mouth as his warm, salty semen splashed all over my tongue and down my throat. I kept sucking him until every drop of his precious fluid was inside me, and then I moved back up his body, giving him a kiss on his lips.

“That was… that… oh, god… that was so amazing…” Peter whispered, looking at me with slightly unfocused eyes.

“I’m glad you liked it.”

“Did you… was my… was my penis in your mouth?”

“Yes. It’s called a blowjob.”

“Oh. I’ve heard of them, but I never knew what they were until now.”

“Pretty nice, aren’t they?”

“Yeah,” he said with a broad grin. “I wanna do it to you.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

“Ok.” I rolled over onto my back and held up my penis. “You want me to tell you how to do it?”

“No, I wanna try to figure it out for myself,” he said, moving down towards me.

“Ok.”

Peter took my penis in his small hand and gave it a couple slow strokes. “Wow, this thing is big.”

I laughed. “You keep saying that!”

“It’s true.”

“I know. You don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.”

“Oh, I want to, believe me.” Peter leaned down and gave the tip of my penis an uncertain, experimental lick. “Doesn’t taste like anything,” he said after a moment.

“Well, it’s just skin, like anything else.”

“Yeah.” He licked his lips and then bent his head down. I felt his tongue move over the shaft of my penis, from base back up to tip and down again. Peter sat up once more. “Did you actually put mine in your mouth?”

“Yeah.”

“Ok.” Peter leaned down once more and opened his mouth wide. Then he slowly, carefully, wrapped his lips around the tip of my penis and moved his head down. He only got the tip and a little of the shaft into his mouth. He swirled his tongue around and then started to choke and abruptly sat up.

“Sorry,” he said with a shy smile.

“It’s alright. It takes some getting used to.”

“Did I do it right? Did it feel good?” He was so eager to please.

“It felt very good, Peter.”

“Alright.” Peter leaned down and took my penis back into his young mouth once more. I closed my eyes and laid back, resting a hand on the back of his head, doing my best to enjoy the sensation of a twelve-year- old boy giving his first blowjob.

He wasn’t half bad at it, either. He wasn’t the best, but with practice he’d get better. I wind up cumming if he kept it up too much longer. Not because of the skill, but because he was who he was. He was Peter, my ultimate virgin.

It finally got to the point where I had to say, “Peter…?”

“Yeah?” he asked, lifting his mouth off me.

“If you keep that up, I’ll be cumming soon.”

“Oh, ok. In my mouth?”

“Do you want me to?”

“Yes.”

“Ok. I’ll warn you so you can brace yourself.”

“Alright,” he said, and then started blowing me again.

I laid back again and enjoyed what this wonderful, incredible boy was doing to me. Finally it got to the point where I had to whispered, “Ok, Peter… it’s about… to happen…”

Peter stopped moving, stopped stimulating me, but kept his mouth around my penis. I thrust up just a little on instinct and then let out a huge gasp of breath as I began to fire off my sperm into his young mouth. I could tell the quantity caught him by surprise. I could feel him trying to swallow, but he didn’t manage it all and started to choke a little. He sat up, wiping sperm from his chin as I finished cumming.

“I’m sorry,” he said after he’d recovered a little. “I didn’t mean to… I wanted to… I’m sorry.”

“It’s… ok…” I said. I smiled at him. “You did wonderful.”

“I wanted to swallow it all. I’m sorry.” He looked downcast.

“Well, if you want to, you can lick up the rest.”

“Oh, hey, yeah!” Peter brightened up and went back down, eagerly licking up my sperm. Once he was done, he moved up my body and gave me a deep, lingering kiss.

“You’re so wonderful, Peter,” I said after the kiss. I loved having his nude young body stretched out on top of me.

“You are, too.” Peter hesitated a moment and then looked away a little. “Chris?”

“Yeah?”

Peter looked back into my eyes. “I love you.”

My heart jumped. I had no idea what to say. This was really unexpected! Finally I looked into his eyes and said the first and only thing I could say.

“I love you, too, Peter.”

Peter looked like he was going to cry with happiness. He started kissing me again, and I took the time to work my tongue into his mouth. This caught him off guard but he soon got used to it and was quickly twirling his tongue around in my mouth.

“Peter, there’s something we need to talk about really quick.”

“Ok.”

“You can’t ever tell anyone about you and me having sex, ok?”

“Why not?”

“Because it’s illegal for adults to have sex with boys, and I’d go to prison if anyone found out.”

“Oh.” He looked scared. “I don’t want that to happen. I love you.”

“I love you, too, Peter. So please promise me you won’t tell anyone about you and I having sex, ok?”

“Ok.”

Peter was pressing his hard penis against my body as we kissed, and my own penis soon recovered and hardened up in response. Peter reached down between our bodies and took it in his hand.

“Do you want me to give you another blowjob?”

“Well, you know,” I said, “We can blow each other at the same time.”

He blinked. “We can? How?”

“Turn your body around so that your mouth is over my penis and my mouth is under yours.”

Peter brightened up. “Oh! I think I see how!” He turned around, getting into the right position.

“There you go.” I leaned my head up and took Peter’s delicate preteen penis into my mouth while he wrapped his mouth around my thirty-two-year-old erection. I was sixty-nining with a sweet, virgin boy! How could life get better than this?

This time our mutual blowjobs lasted quite a bit longer than the separate ones had. It took many, many minutes before Peter started to moan and fire off his load into my mouth. I blasted some sperm down his throat only a few seconds later, pleased that we were pretty synchronized. I was so loving this young boy!

When we were done cumming in each other’s mouths, we kissed, our sperm mingling around each other’s tongues. Then we each drank down some soda to clean said mouths out. Then we both laid there in the bed, Peter’s youthful, hairless, nude body wrapped around me.

“I really liked doing this stuff with you, Chris.”

“I liked it, too.”

“Can we do more in the morning?” he asked, sounding a little sleepy.

“You bet.”

“Good… good night, Chris… I love you…” he whispered and moments later I felt his breathing start to slow as he fell asleep in my arms. I joined him in the realm of slumber not too long after.

* * *

When I woke up the next morning, it was to the smell of food cooking. I sat up in bed just in time to see Peter, still nude of course, walking into the room with a little tray of food. Toast, cereal, eggs, nothing too big, but it was a very nice thought.

“Hey, Chris. I thought I’d make some food.”

“Thanks!” I took the tray and set it onto the bed as Peter sat down next to me. With one hand I reached down to fondle his sweet young penis. “Then later maybe some sausage.”

He giggled as his penis stiffened. Then he moved a little closer and kissed me on the cheek. “I really liked what we did last night.”

“Me, too.” I speared a bit of egg with my fork and held it up for him to eat.

Peter stuck out his tongue and slurped up the egg. After he swallowed he said, “So does this mean I’m like your boyfriend now?”

I thought for a bit and then said, “Yes,” largely because I didn’t know what else to say.

“Cool.” He gave me another kiss and then reached down to stroke my penis, which was already nice and hard.

I laughed a little. “Don’t be doing that while I’m trying to eat!”

“Ok, I’ll do this, then.” Peter ducked his head down and I felt his lips slip around the tip of my penis.

I began eating as quickly as I could as the pleasure in my groin mounted. Finally I was done and I set the tray aside, then reached down to pull Peter’s face up to mine. I kissed him wildly and passionately as he ground his body against mine.

After kissing for a few minutes, I pulled back and said, “Peter?”

“Yeah?”

“Do you wanna fuck me?”

“Like in the butt?” he asked after a moment.

“Yeah.”

“Won’t that hurt you?”

I shook my head. “No, it won’t. Trust me. It feels really good, actually.”

“Ok. So how do we do it?”

“Well…” I took out some lube from the nightstand drawer. “I put some of this onto me and then some onto your penis and we go from there.”

“What is it?” he asked as I passed him the bottle.

“It’s called lube. Squirt some onto your hand and then rub it onto your penis.”

“Alright.” Peter did as he was told, his eyes going wide as he began to apply the lube to himself. “Whoof… that does feel good!”

“I bet.” I took the lube from him and worked it up into myself with a finger. “Alright,” I said as I set it aside and laid onto my back. “Get between my legs.”

“Ok!” Peter said, moving into position.

“Now… sort of get on top of me.”

“Alright.”

Once he was in place, I reached down and took hold of his erection, placing it into the right spot. Then I put a hand on his bare butt and pushed gently. Peter’s unresisting body moved down and I felt the glorious sensation of his hairless twelve-year-old penis slipping slowly into my thirty-two-year-old ass. When he was securely inside me, I wrapped my legs around his smooth body and looked up into his face, which was a mask of almost overwhelming pleasure.

“You like it in there, huh?” I asked with a smile.

Peter’s eyes were wide, his mouth hanging open. He focused on me and nodded. “I… wow… this is even better than the blowjob!”

“Yeah, I know.” I leaned up and kissed him. “Now just start sliding in and out.”

Peter nodded and rather awkwardly began to thrust. It was so cute seeing the look of concentration on my young boy’s face as he enjoyed his first ever fuck! He kept looking down to see where he was going into me. At one point he looked up and gave me a ragged little smile.

“This… is sweet…”

“You like fucking me, eh?”

“Oh, yeah…”

I laid back and relaxed as Peter’s lean, smooth, naked young body moved in pleasure on top of me. Ah, this was sweet… what a cute boy… what wonderful boy! How could I have even hesitated to tell him I loved him? I did. No question.

“Oh… ooooh… oh…. I’m cumming…” my preteen lover whispered. I felt his penis pulse within me as his meager supply of sperm was pumped into my body. God, it was wonderful watching him cum!

When he was done firing off into me, Peter collapsed on top of my body, breathing hard and looking happy. “That was incredible,” he whispered.

“Glad you liked it,” I said, running my finger through his blond hair.

Peter pulled back and slipped out of me. Without another word he moved his mouth down to my penis and began oralizing me. It seemed to me that he was better this time than when he’d first blown me last night, but it was hard to tell. Either way it felt good.

But more than the feeling, I just enjoyed looking down and seeing Peter’s smooth face, his mouth wide open and about half my penis sticking into it. Hot as fuck, and certain to cause that wonderful sensation in my own body.

“Peter… I’m gonna cum…”

Peter held still again as my penis began spurting into his mouth. He tried to swallow again and this time managed to actually get almost all of it down his throat. When I was done cumming, he sat up, looking a little woozy, and burped.

“Sorry,” he said with a giggle.

“It’s ok.” I smiled at him. “Come on, let’s go take a shower.”

“Ok!”

Peter and I walked into the bathroom. I started running the water as he stood there staring at his face in the mirror.

“Something wrong?” I asked.

He shook his head. “I just think I should look different somehow, you know? I mean, I’m in love with you and I’m having sex and I think I should look different.”

I moved in behind him, cupping his soft penis in my hand, pleased to feel it start hardening up instantly. “I don’t want you to look different. You look beautiful like you are.”

“Thanks!” He kissed me and said, “Let’s get in the shower.”

Peter and I hopped into the water and got ourselves clean with only a small amount of grab-ass and things like that. Once we were out of the shower, we went back into the living room and watched a couple movies, just chatting and relaxing with each other. It was very sweet.

At one point during the movie, Peter got up to get a Pepsi and brought me one, too. He pointed at a painting and said, “See? I’m like Adrastea. I’m your cup- bearer.”

I laughed loudly. “You’re more like Adrastea than you imagine.”

“Oh?”

I pulled the boy down onto my lap and kissed him. “When Zeus brought Adrastea to Olympus it was to have him as his lover, not just a servant.”

“Oh! Cool,” Peter said, a little smile spreading across his sweet, smooth face.

After the movie and after lunch, Peter and I went into the hot tub and fooled around some more. Sex in the water was always entertaining, and Peter was turning out to be a very enthusiastic lover.

But all good things must end, and this day was one of them. Peter left at about seven that night, heading back to his mom. My sadness at his leaving was tempered somewhat by the knowledge that he’d be back in my arms tomorrow morning.

Peter and I spent the rest of the summer happily having as much sex as his body could take, which, believe me, with a twelve-year-old boy is a lot. Most of the time we stuck with oral, but occasionally he fucked me, and a couple times I even fucked him, which was an incredibly intense experience.

I think Peter’s mom figured out what was going on between us. She never said anything directly, but I saw the occasional look from her when the three of us were together. She never stopped Peter from coming to visit, though.

When the summer was over, Peter and I parted ways. I gave him a little pan flute as a present. He gave me a drawing he’d made of us together, both nude, me carrying him through a river and us kissing. It was very sweet and ended up framed in my bedroom.

We stayed in touch, he and I, after the summer ended. We never actually got to see each other again, though, and eventually we drifted apart. I still think of him, though, and I hope he certainly thinks well of me. My dear, sweet young lover. My Adrastea.

END

My First Encounter With Gayness

I’m a 33 year old, single, Bi-sexual male. But I’ve only had sex with one man in my life and that was when I was 18. The relationship only lasted for a couple of months before he decided to end it. He was a 49 year old, married man with balding hair and a full beard. He had 2 grown children ages 21 and 25 who were living in Boston. He owned an antique store on LI, and his wife worked in the city.

I used to go bike riding a lot during the summer months. I often rode my bike the 10 miles down to the harbor to watch the boats. Lots of people liked to take lunch by the water as well.

One day I passed by a man sitting in a red convertible. I didn’t say anything to him as I passed by his parked car and stopped at a bench about 40 ft behind him. As I watched the boats, I noticed him looking at me through his rear view mirror. I stayed for about 10 min, resting up for the return trip.

As I walked the bike past his car, he said, “Hello.” Then added, “Kind of hot to be bike riding isn’t it?”

I returned his greeting and told him that I actually enjoyed it more when it was hot out.

During this exchange, I didn’t break stride while walking the bike past him, and I planned to continue on my way. However he continued the conversation by asking me how often I rode my bike this way.

Not wanting to be impolite, I stopped and approached his car. We then talked for a few minutes about biking. He told me he and his wife used to ride, but hadn’t for a few years.

When I finally told him that I had better get going, he asked again how often I rode my bike down to the water. I told him that I usually rode down about 2 times a week. He then said his goodbyes and said that it had been nice talking to me and I said the same to him had spun off on my way home.

About 5 or 6 days later, I again rode my bike down to the water. I hadn’t given any thought to my initial encounter with this man in the red convertible, and had entirely forgotten about him. It wasn’t until I saw his red convertible in the same location that I remembered our earlier conversation.

This time I didn’t walk the bike up next to his car, and instead stopped about 200 ft in front of his car. After a few minutes, I heard his car engine start up, and he drove up and parked right next to me. After greeting me, he asked me if I remembered that we had talked earlier.

Then he continued asking me a few more questions about bike riding. It was at this point, that he made the first of what I felt were obvious sexual advances towards me. He said bike riding was doing me good, and that he really liked my long muscular legs.

When he told me this, I immediately became very uncomfortable. Surprised and slightly confused by his comments about me, I just said thanks and started to move slightly away from him.

He then told me that he lived near by and that he had a nice built-in pool. When he asked me if I wanted to come over for a swim, I definitely knew that he was up to something, and I politely refused his offer.

As I started riding back home, he followed behind me for a short while, still trying to make conversation. After a few minutes of this, we finally parted company.

I knew that this guy was after something, and I didn’t plan on going back to the water for quite a while, or perhaps ever again. However something happened to change that. After a day or so, I found myself thinking about him. When I was 18 I was masturbating quite a lot.

Now suddenly after our second meeting, bearded men started appearing in my masturbation fantasies. I started fantasizing about what he wanted to do to me, about what would actually have happened if I had gone swimming in his pool.

The more thought about it, the more aroused I became. I tried hard to resist these thoughts but I just couldn’t. At 18 guys are very receptive to anything sexual, and this man seemed to send out sexual vibes. It was forbidden territory, something that I’d never thought about before.

It only took about 2 weeks before I found myself back on the road to the harbor again. As I approached the water, I felt my cock getting hard. Part of me was hoping that I wouldn’t see his red car there.

However, it was parked in its usual place. This time I rode right up to him. After a few minutes of casual conversation, I asked him about his swimming pool. I was very nervous, but also very excited.

He smiled at me and suggested that I come home with him and try it out. I secured my bike at the bike stand along side the harbor road and got into his car.

He only lived about 5 minutes away, so we quickly arrived at his house. As we went through the garage, he showed me his bike and suggested that we go biking together some time. Once inside we went into the living room and he offered me a soft drink.

We sat at opposite ends of his couch and again started talking. For the first time he asked me how old I was. I told him that I was 18 and was about to start my first year of college that fall.

As we talked, I was constantly thinking about how to initiate something sexual with him. It wasn’t really a conscious thing; it just seemed to be a need I had. I started worrying that perhaps he was just being nice and didn’t really want anything sexual from me.

I was also worried about my hard on, surely he would notice it if we went swimming. My cock was fully erect in my shorts as we talked. I figured that since I was much younger than him, he was probably reluctant to make the first move.

Finally I asked, “So you said you liked my legs, huh?”

He smiled and said, “Yes, long and muscular.”

I told him that I really liked his beard, and that I’d prefer to have thicker legs like his. Then a little nervously I got up and sat right down next to him. Being so close, he now clearly saw my bulge. He looked at it for a few seconds, then put his hand on it. Then without another word, he started gently rubbing and patting my bulge through my bike shorts.

I just sat there and let him do this to me for a while. When it became obvious that I was getting pretty hot, he stopped and asked me if I wanted to go upstairs. My legs were literally shaking as we climbed the stairs and walked towards his bedroom. I literally felt an electric charge run thru me when he closed the bedroom door behind us, fully realizing that I was about to have some kind of sex with him.

We stopped at the foot of the bed and we hugged for a while. Then he gently removed my shirt and shorts. He asked me if I wanted to explore his body. When I said yes, he pulled of his T-shirt and unzipped his pants.

I could clearly saw the huge bulge fully outlined in his jockey shorts. I reached down and cupped his balls thru his shorts and was amazed at how heavy they felt. I watched as he removed his shorts and his cock fell out fully erect.

He sat down on the edge of the bed and watched as I removed my underwear. I sat down right next to him and grasped his fully erect cock and began examining it. It was uncut, about 9 inches and very thick. I had never seen an uncut cock before and was amazed at how different it was.

I masturbated him for several minutes, before he asked me if I wanted to do “more” to him. I just nodded and he stood up, moved some pillows before lying down fully on the bed. He then told me that I could do anything I wanted to him.

Not knowing really what he meant I touched and fondled his cock some more, ran my hands all over his legs, stomach and chest. I touched and gently pulled on his beard, massaged his balls, rubbed his nipples. I still remember how he simply laid there, letting me do all this to him.

Suddenly, I got the urge to get on top of him. So I simply climbed on top and began rubbing by body against his. He put his hands on by ass as I rubbed against him. I this position we were face to face, and I began kissing him and rubbing my face against his beard. We also seemed to rub noses quite a lot.

However, rubbing against him like this was making me too aroused. I was moving against him very fast, and he told me several times to slow down. Finally he actually stopped me entirely and told me to calm down. He said to relax and to take deep breaths.

After a bit I resumed at a much slower pace. However, this didn’t last long. The simple fact that I was having sex with an older married man in his own bed, and the feel of his hands on my back and ass was just too much for me. I again began moving very fast against him.

It wasn’t long before I could feel my orgasm building. I didn’t want to stop it. I remember actually saying sorry to him when I started cumming. He told me not to worry about it and to just enjoy the feeling. I did enjoy it, it gave me such a feeling of freedom, and his skin against mine felt like it was on fire.

After my orgasm I again apologized to him, telling him that I couldn’t help myself and that I was just too excited. He assured me that he understood and that I would certainly last longer next time.

Then I moved down and began masturbating him. I don’t know why I did it but began sucking his cock just like the women in the few x-rated videos I had seen. I must have been doing a good job judging by his moans and facial expressions. I was able to get him off, and I was surprised at how much more spunk his cock produced compared to mine. I made every effort to swallow everything he had.

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Afterwards we talked about what we had done, and he asked me if I wanted to do it again later. We then went swimming for a few hours before going back to bed. Again I climbed on top of him just like before. This time I lasted much longer despite still being very aroused by the whole situation. Finally he told me that his wife would be getting home soon. After he drove me back to my bike, he told me to come over again tomorrow anytime after 8:00am. He told me that his wife worked in the city and left every morning around 8:00am, arriving home around 6:00 pm.

The next morning I rode my bike straight to his house around 9:00am. We then went straight to bed. However, this time he told me that he was going to do something different to me while on top of him. He began rubbing the underside of my cock with his middle finger using a circular motion. I simply loved the sensations this maneuver produced. I found that I couldn’t really move against him while he did this. I had to simply lay still while he masturbated me in this fashion. However, I was still able to kiss and rub noses while he did this.

What was so good about this maneuver was his ability to control my arousal. He told me to take deep breaths and to just let him rub me to orgasm. Whenever I moved, he would stop. He could tell by my facial expressions and by my breathing when I was getting too close. He taught me how me to fight off ejaculation by always breathing deeply in a slow deliberate fashion. He was absolutely right. With practice, I was eventually able to experience multiple orgasms without ejaculation. He lectured me constantly about resisting the urge to ejaculate.

Sometimes I managed to hold off my ejaculation for up to 40 min, while experiencing countless orgasms. However, despite learning to last quite a while, he always seemed to get annoyed whenever I finally ejaculated. He always felt that I could have lasted longer. Of course many times he was absolutely right. I couldn’t help it, I liked ejaculating. Sometimes after 20, or so minutes, I was simply ready to experience that special feeling of ejaculation. Other times I just could stop ejaculation no matter how hard I tried. He mostly didn’t like it when I told him I was going to end it by letting myself ejaculate.

After a few days, he started asking me how I felt about anal sex. I had never done it, so I told him I didn’t really know. It took him several more days before I finally allowed him to have anal sex with me. He assured me that he would be gentle and go very slowly.

I helped him rub Vaseline all over his cock. He then positioned me over some pillows and he initiated me doggy fashion. I remember feeling his hands on my hips, but he was having trouble getting in. I was very tight, and it took him quite a while to open me up. However he going very slowly and he constantly asked if I was feeling any pain. He told me that there might be a little pain, but if it ever got too much to let him know immediately. Then suddenly after several min, his cock just slipped right into me. We both gasped at the suddenness of his cock sliding almost completely in.

He then proceeded to fuck me using a slow deliberate rhythm. There’s wasn’t any pain, and it felt very good. I could watch him thanks to a large mirrored closet opposite the bed. I saw by his facial expressions that it felt good inside me. He moaned quite a bit and it added to my arousal. He kept up his slow rhythm for several min before he finally lost control. He suddenly began humping faster and faster before he spasmed and laid completely on top of me. I could feel his hot cum squirting up inside me.

We had sex around 4 times a week during that summer. His wife’s side of the bed was often still warm when I got into it, and I could often smell her scent in the room, which added to my arousal. I always rode on top of him, and he fucked me whenever I let him. I always gave him head, yet he hardly ever sucked me.

Although he was probably being very selfish in bed, I really did enjoy riding on top of him, and I really enjoyed sucking him off. After a while he began to get concerned about being caught. Also, every fall, he always took over the Boston store, and wouldn’t be around anymore.

I started college, and we never got together again. I still relive our sexual relationship when masturbating.