M/t Along The Canal Parts 1 & 2 - by Chuck Root cr_nj@hotmail.com All the usual warnings.
I really enjoy jogging along the Delware Raritan Canal tow path. It is so quiet and pretty. The path runs right through the center of New Jersey and offers opportunity for all sorts of activity. There are always joggers, bike riders or folks just walking.
It was almost always the same routine for me as I got dressed to jog. I would strip naked and stand in front of the large mirror in the bathroom. After admiring my own reflection I would put on my mid thigh compression shorts made of black lycra. They fit skin tight and when I wore them without a jock (which I usually did) my cock and balls would be gently held in the elastic material. I would again admire the reflection. I would adjust my cock so it was cradled toward the left. I would pull on my heavy T-shirt and finally add my jogger's ID "dog tags" that rattled as I ran and helped me keep my pace.
It was on one of these frequent runs that I started noticing a jogger who appeared to be a teenage oriental boy. I first noticed him one warm spring afternoon. His shiny black hair was a long crew cut that framed his face. His fine features would almost make you think his face was feminine except for the well muscled teenage body. His smooth almond skin was glistening in sweat from his workout. The sweat highlighted the shirtless, smooth chest and flat stomach as he approached me. It sparkled on his back that tapered from his wide shoulders down to a narrow waist as he passed me and continued on. I actually thought of chasing after him and then realized how foolish I would seem, making a "U" turn. I contented myself with trying to remember the details of his body.
That first night as I lay in my bed, hard cock in hand, slowly stroking myself, I remembered as much as I could of that brief encounter on the tow path. I closed my eyes and recalled the great body and could see his naked chest breathing deep lungfulls of air. I don't know why but I kept seeing his torso and flat stomach. I imagined myself standing beside him after his workout.I could almost reach out and touch the hard flat stomach, gently touch his navel and run my fingers down the few dark shiny hairs that traced a path to the waistband of his running shorts. My fingers pushed into his shorts and cupped his cock and balls that were still held tightly against his body by his jock. In my fantasy I ask if I can suck his cock and he agrees. I start to slide his shorts and jock down and as his cock springs free I realize that the real life me is just about ready to shoot my load. The first time that evening I came so hard that hit my own chest and chin. The second and third times of my sex fantasy hat trick were a little more controlled.
On some of the days I would never spot him but on others I would be lucky enough to rekindle my fantasy with a momentary encounter. I once even thought that the young guy actually was checking out my basket.
It was three days later that I again encountered the same jogger. He was again stripped down to just running shorts. I said "hi" as I passed him. He smiled slightly and gave a brief nod of his head. In the few moments that followed I started to get both excited and confused. Should I turn...what kind of nut am I trying to make a pick up based only on a nod. As I listened to his footsteps disappearing behind me I made a decision to follow him. I turned and jogged. I cupped my metal ID tags to stop the rhythmic noise they made as I trailed him.
I rounded a gentle curve in the path and could see him ahead of me. He disappeared from view several times and we continued down the tree lined path but as I rounded one turn I could see him take a small side trail that forked off from the main tow path. I slowed and almost walked as I approached this little trail. It was only about a foot wide. It had to be a deer path worn into the ground by constant animal use. I could hear my mysterious oriental teen but he was no longer visible. I followed along the trail as quietly as I could.
We left the main path far behind and I could still hear him ahead of me as we moved. I realized that the brightness ahead signaled some type of clearing in the woods and as I got closer I became more cautions. I spotted the boy leaning over a fallen tree. He was pulling a large plastic garbage bag out from behind the log.
I ducked off the trail, hidden by the bushes. I watched. My fantasy boy pulled a blanket out of the bag. It was now obvious that this was his hidding place and the bag was used to keep the blanket dry. He shook it open and let it settle on the ground. Turning slowly, he surveyed the woods around him and in an almost casual manner he slipped his shorts down his legs. I stopped breathing for a moment, not believing the sight. His tight teen buns were framed by the straps of his jock and the pouch bulged with his teen meat. He pushed on the beige waist band on the jock and slid it down his legs.
My strong young oriental boy was naked. His cock was larger than I thought it would be. It poked out from a dark shiny bush of pubic hair and seemed to come alive as he pulled and stretched it the way all boys do after their meat is first freed from the confines of a tight jock or underwear. His ass was so tight and smooth, the skin a shade lighter than his sun tanned back but not white like most bathing suit sun bathers.
He turned slowly, stepped out of the crumble of shorts and jock at his feet and layed down on the blanket. I watched as he basked in the sun and pulled on his cock. It grew hard and pointed up along his stomach as he slowly jerked off. My own cock was hard and I freed it and started to quietly jerk off as I watched.
I was ready to cum after only a few minutes but panic set in when I heard someone else coming along the same little trail that both the oriental teen and I had just walked. I ducked farther into the bushes as the noises approached. My fantasy boy obviously heard the same noise and looked toward the trail. He didn't seem disturbed by the approach. He rolled onto his side and gazed in the direction of the approach. He was propped up on one elbow and his free hand continued to stroke his hard on.
A second teen appeared on the path. He was about the same age as my dark haired oriental teen but he obviously didn't have any Oriental blood in his veins. He wore street clothing instead of jogging shorts and his light brown hair was longer. He passed my hiding place and walked into the clearing toward my fantasy boy. The oriental boy sat up, still naked and still stroking his cock. The second boy approached and talked quietly, unbuttoning his shirt as he faced slightly away from me. He slipped it off and stood bare chested for a moment. He started to lever open his belt. My fantasy boy was now helping him. Moving to his knees, cock hard and sticking out he started unzipping the fly on the second boy's jeans. The jeans slid down quickly. This second boy stepped out of them with help. My fantasy boy reached for the cock that was trying to poke its way out of the white cotton briefs. He stroked it to erectness with one hand and pulled the brief out and down with his other. In just moments this second boy was as naked as the first. He sat on the blanket and like the oriental boy he stroked the hardon that rose from his lap.
They were in no hurry as they slowly caressed and masturbated both themselves and each other. My fantasy boy rubbed his own cock head slowly and then ran his hand up and down the erect meat in several slow jerks. He was almost milking precum juices out of the erection. He gathered some of the crystal lub and spread it onto his companion's cock. Both of their hands met on the second boys cock and shared the stiff member.
The two naked boys and the tangle of hands was making me harder than ever. I had again started jerking my own meat. Standing in my hiding place I knew I had to walk into that clearing in the woods. I had to join the young men. The thought was enough to push me over the edge. My cock jumped to full hardness as it let go of its load of cum. Creamy pleasure shot from the piss slit and spattered on the bush in front of me. I groaned as my balls tightened and my hot crotch shot a second and then a third time. Cum dripped off the bush and glistened on my fingers. The warmth seemed to fill my body.
"OH SHIT!" screamed across my mind. Looking back into the clearing I could see that the boys must have heard my orgasmic moans. They were both quickly slipping into some clothing. My oriental fantasy boy had pulled on his jogging shorts. His jock still laid on the blanket. The second boy had stepped into his briefs and was trying to cram his softening erection off to one side. There was no avoiding it now.
I stood up in my hiding place. My own shorts still mid thigh. My cock still in my hand. We looked at each other for a moment and then my dark muscular teen began moving toward me. He was obviously pissed. His friend, abandoning an attempt to put on his jeans, was following.
"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING MAN?" he screamed as he reached me. "WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?" he screamed again and shoved me backwards. His strength was surprising. His push caught me off guard and with my shorts tied around my thighs I couldn't avoid falling. I stumbled backwards and fell to the ground.
I looked up into his angry eyes. "I'm sorry. I'm really sorry." was all I could say. I remember looking at the second boy as he walked up behind his friend and I said it to him also. I sat on the ground with my shorts pushed down and apologized.
I found myself staring at their tight teen bodies. The anger had pumped them up and it was exciting to see the anger and sexual tension all colliding in their minds and spilling out into obvious emotions.
"GET UP!" he commanded. "GET THE FUCK UP." He repeated. I started to but was pushed back down to the ground. "GET UP!" Each attempt I made was defeated by another push back down to the ground. He turned to his friend, "WHAT THE FUCK PETE; DO YOU BELIEVE THIS SHIT."
The second boy hadn't spoken yet but the initial shock was also turning to anger in him also. "YEAH. WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING MAN." he chorused. He delivered the next push that sent me back to the ground. Looking at his companion he growled, "THIS FUCK WAS SPYING ON US JAMES."
James and Pete. My angry teens were named James and Pete. I felt a nervous laugh escape as I thought, "James. . . how Americanized can you get." In my earlier jerk off fantasy I had imagined all sorts of oriental names and now it turns out his name is James. The laugh only made the boys angrier.
"What's so funny you sneaky fuck." said James. "Something funny?" and as I again tried to get up I found my arm gripped tightly. "You think something's funny?"
Instead of pushing my down again I found myself being pulled upright by both boys. Pinioned between the two I was now confronted eye-to-eye. "You think spying on us is funny?" demanded James. "You think hiding in the bushes and spying on us is OK?"
James looked toward Pete and then back to me. He pushed again but this time his push sent me stumbling toward the clearing in the woods. My shorts were now down to my knees and their tightness tripped me. I slipped from their grip and started to fall. Both boys again grabbed me. Their strength was surprising as they kept me from hitting the ground and directed me to their blanket. "I think we ought to teach you that spying on people isn't real nice." threatened James.
I was no match for these two young men. Together they had no problem keeping me from fleeing. A few more pushes and I was at their blanket. "I think we ought to teach you real good." One more push sent me tripping over the fallen tree trunk that had originally concealed James' blanket stash. I was again on the ground. I tried to scramble back to my feet but it was impossible.
"Lean him across the tree." commanded James. "We'll show his how Peeping Toms are treated." Pete grabbed my hands and pulled me across the fallen tree trunk. He straddled me, turned me face down and sat down. Naked except for his underwear he pinned my across the tree trunk. My own shorts were now around my ankles and prevented me from giving them much of a struggle. James had appeared in front of me. He held the jeans that Pete had stripped off only minutes ago. He was pulling the belt through the loops and in a sweep of his hand it was free and hanging near my face.
James stepped to the side and out of the corner of my eye I picked up the motion as his arm rose and then fell in a quick snap. The belt lashed at the cheeks of my ass and bit sharply into the flesh. "Ouch!" hissed from my mouth. A second stroke lashed at my butt. I again cried out in pain.
"Shut the fuck up, man." warned James. He stood in front of me and was threading the loose end of the belt through the buckle. It formed a slip noose. He approached me. "Don't fight it man!" he warned. The noose slid over my head. I felt it tighten around my neck. I was leashed like a dog.
"Get up!" was followed by a sharp tug on the belt. He stood behind me and repeated, "Get up!" The young caucasian male that had been sitting on me stood up and freed me. I slowly pushed myself up into a kneeling position. James, the Oriental boy tugged backwards, almost pulling me over. I reached for the loop around my neck.
"Keep your hands away from that buddy or I'll tie them behind you." I obeyed. I knelt there, my t-shirt ending at the nakedness of my waist, my ankles tangled in my running shorts that had almost fallen to the ground. My cock was heavy from excitement. The tormentor behind me was out of sight but his companion stood before me. His tight teen body pumped with excitement. Sweat ran down his chest. His cock was still trapped in his briefs that he had hastily pulled on when they discovered me peeping in on their jerk off session.
"How ‘bout it Pete, want a blow job from this guy?" said James. His hand slid up the belt leash and stopped when it hit the buckle. He pushed forward and tightened the noose at the same time. "Right mister! You'd be happy to give Pete a blow job.", he said, pushing me toward his buddy.
My face was shoved into the young man's crotch. Sensations flooded my mind. The heat against my cheek. The musky odors trapped in the briefs that had held his cock and balls. The helplessness.
Another shove told me that James wasn't kidding. He was ordering me to do what I had only dreamed about. I looked up along the young body that was inches from my face. I felt Pete's hands cradle my head and pull me toward himself. My lips parted and I kissed and sucked on the hardening cock in its cotton package. It throbed against my mouth. My wet mouth tasted the precum that was also soaking the young man's underwear. I nibbled at the fly, the double layers of cloth rich with flavor. I licked at the leg opening on his briefs, that border between the white of the fabric and the tan of his hot skin. I felt the downy hair on his leg tickle my lip.
"Suck him man!" ordered James as he again pushed my face in to his buddy's crotch. I reached up for the waistband on Peter's briefs..
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was printed again and again where my fingers touched. I pulled down on the front of the underwear. The fine line of hair that started at Peter's belly button widened out as the teen bush around his cock showed.
Peter was impatient. His hand joined mine in pushing down the briefs. His cock came free. It stood stiff, pointing straight at my chin. I drop of precum glistened on its tip. It moved with each pulse of excitement, getting harder each time until it now pointed at my lips.
Peter's hands let go of his underwear, allowing the elastic to snap tight under his balls. He again touched my head and guided me toward his cock. My lips opened and welcomed his youth. It was warm against my tongue as I sucked it deep into my mouth. I let it sit motionless and tasted the richness until Peter started humping his hips and fucking my mouth. I sucked in time with his excitement hoping to make it last a little longer.
My own cock was now feeling a second warmth of arousal.
I realized that James no longer had a tight reign on my leash. In fact he now stood next to his buddy with his running shorts down and his own hard cock crying for attention.
Two of them side by side. Peter, wet with juices, his balls tight from excitement and the elastic waistband that pushed them up and seemed to offer them to me. A nest of soft brown hair covering them. James, just as hard but without the glisten of juices from my blow job. His pubic hair was black and shiny.
I sucked Peter's cock one long stroke and allowed it to pop from my mouth. I turned towards Jame's erection and licked the head. It was amazing. A whole different taste.
I began alternating between both boys. I started using my hands to fondle their balls and jerk the base of their cocks. I allowed my fingers to probe that special place deep behind their balls and was pleased to feel each open their legs wider.
I reached between their legs and cupped the cheeks of their ass forcing them to stand closer, their hips and legs rubbing each other and their four hands rubbing my head and neck as well as their buddy's body.
Peter came first. He moaned and humped harder. His teen cum filled my mouth. I tried to swallow it but some ran down my chin and onto my neck, soaking into the t-shirt that I still wore. I held him in my mouth for a minute and felt him soften. I continued to jerk James and then again turned my mouth to him. He came in only moments. His final thrusts were deep into my throat. His pubic hair rough on my face and his balls slapping my chin. I almost gagged as his cum spilled out of my lips and joined the wet puddle that his buddy had left at the neck of my t-shirt.
They both stood there, side by side. Their glistening cocks still large from excitement but no longer hard. I gave each cock a final suck. I pulled my t-shirt up at the bottom and wiped my face and neck.
"Take it off." said James.
I looked up in confussion. "Take off the shirt and the shoes. Your socks and shorts too." I slipped the shirt off over my head. I waited a moment and James orderd, "Your shoes and shorts too. And don't forget the socks."
I unlaced my running shoes and slipped them off. The socks were next. I sat back onto the ground, my own unsatisfied cock hard and pointing up, and slid my shorts off.
"Stand up." he continued. I stood and faced them, naked and embarrassed but still excited. He reached for my jogger "dog tags" that still hung around my neck. He grasped them and pulled roughly, snapping the chain. "What are these?"
"My ID." I answered. "In case I get hurt or something while running."
He examined them for a minute and looking up he ordered, "Get out of here." I started to reach for my clothing and only got as far as starting to lean over. A strong push sent me sprawling on the ground. "Get out of here. Now!"
"But my clothes."
"Get out of here. Now!"
I knew they had me. I backed away from them toward the path to the clearing. I tried to hide my excited cock as I moved into the woods. Looking back I saw the two young men standing there, James naked and angry looking, Peter still with his underwear around his thighs and as determined as his friend.
I ran. My feet felt each stone. About half way back to the canal I reached a spot where I could hide until dark. I figured that I would be the only way I could make my way back to my house. I hoped to find something to wrap around me even if it was only an old rag. It was also a chance to jerk off and take care of the hard on that I had.
As darkness approached I heard noises on the path. It must have been my two tormentors on their way home. I waited until I was sure they were gone and returned to the clearing where I had been discovered. It looked as undisturbed as when my fantasy boy had first entered it this afternoon. I checked behind the old log but the bag with the blanket was gone. I looked around the clearing. I spotted my t-shirt. It was in a sticky pile where I had left it. It was covered with the juices of the afternoon but it was better than nothing. I pulled on my t-shirt and stretched it down as far as the material would allow. Partially clothed, I worked my way home.
I managed to make it to my door without getting arrested. The hidden key got me in. I ran a deep hot bath and stripped the cum covered shirt off. Easing my self into the tub made my body relax for the first time in hours. I found my dick getting hard and started to soap it and jerk off.
DING-DONG
"Shit." I thought. "My door bell. At the worst fucking time." I got up from my warm bath and wrapped a robe around myself. Walking to the door I looked through the peep hole. IT WAS JAMES AND PETER.
DING-DONG
It rang again. I opened it with my foot against the bottom. Light from inside spilled out and lit James face.
"We had you address from your dog tags." he said holding them up on their broken chain. "We wanted to make sure you got home O.K. Figured we owed you an apology."
I stood silent. I didn't know what to say.
"Can we come in and may be make amends?"...
(to be continued)
Chapter II
I let James and Peter into my home. I was thinking how foolish I was being but the lust and excitement won out. They smiled and each put a hand out as if to shake. I felt a tingle as I gripped James and then Peter's hand. The greeting seemed genuine and warm.
"You surprised us this afternoon. I think we may have over-reacted." said James. He reached into a gym bag he was carrying and held out my running tags in an apologetic way. "But Peter and I got to talking after we left you and thought we should apologize."
I took the tags and said thanks. Peter looked much the same as earlier in the day. His casual clothing hung loose on his teen body. James was very much the proper asian now. No jogging clothes but instead a white shirt, open at the neck showing a flash of white t-shirt. His pants were dark and soft looking. Both boys showed a partial hard on in their pants.
"I guess we interrupted you. Sorry for getting you out of the tub."
My wet hair and robe had given me away.
"We're glad you got home o.k. We figured if no one was here we'd go look for you on the canal."
"No I got home. A little embarrassed but safe."
"We figured if you didn't make it home someone would have been worried and start looking for you."
"I live alone." I said...and I was sorry as soon as it came out.
James looked at Peter and then at me. "We sort of figured that too. In fact, Pete and I were wondering if in the cooler weather we can sort of meet here instead of along the canal."
I was confused. These were two hot guys who had just made my afternoon embarrassing but erotic. They scared me but aroused me. I said nothing. I just looked back at James and Peter.
"You can give us a key if you want."
I still did not reply.
"And we could give you a new chain to replace the one we broke."
"I don't think so," was my weak reply.
Both boys moved closer. James reached and touched my cheek. His hand traced a light line from my ear to my jaw and down my neck. His single finger now continued to my chest and then robe. He circled my chest and then moved to a nipple. A sigh escaped my lips as his finger circled my hardening nipple.
"Are you sure?"
My robe began to open and more of my chest was exposed. Peter now touched me. His hand slipped down my back and reached my terry cloth covered buns. It paused at the small of my back and then continued down to caress each cheek. First one then the other. Back and forth.
"It would be so nice for all of us," said James. "You wanted to watch. We'll let you."
My heart was pounding. James ran his hand down my chest and peeled open my loose robe. My cock actually shrank instead of getting hard. He looked directly into my eyes as his warm hand cupped my retreating manhood.
"What do you say? Want to watch?" he asked as he grabbed my cock and pulled on it.
I was still reluctant. "Yes." I answered
"Yes What...."
"Yes please."
"Will you give Peter and me a place to meet during the cold months?" asked James.
"Yes..." I hesitatingly promised. His fingers now gripping my cock and pulling gently, then relaxing, then pulling again.
"I like your name." James said, indicating my name on my runner ID dog tags. "Chuck, as in fuck."
He let go of my cock and stepped back one step. "You have to stand right there. You can't touch. Watch but don't touch."
My cock was coming out of hiding. I reached to touch it...
With a karate quickness James smacked my hand away from my cock. "No touching. That means you too."
I was stunned. My robe slid from my shoulders and I stood naked in my own home with two young guys who hours ago had done quite a job on me and now I was again being used. I knew it. I liked it.
James turned to Peter and kissed him. Their lips becoming wet. They pulled close to eachother and then turned and looked at me. Smiling, Peter turned back to James and kissed him again. Their hands exploring each other.
My cock had hardened as I watched. My breathing had become shallow and nervous.
James unbuttoned Peters shirt, grinning first at Peter then turning and grinning towards me. The two young man strip tease was making me reach full hardness.
James slipped Peter's shirt from his shoulders and let it drop to the floor. He touched each of Peter's nipples and then slid his hands up to Peter's neck, pulling his lips close. They kissed again.
James' hands ran down Peter's back and rested on his teen waist. Peter's white underwear waistband showed above his jeans and contrasted with James' warm looking almond hands. The waistband advertised Hanes again. It was a repeat of my first glimpse I had earlier in the woods. Over and over on the white elastic ...
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Peter now reached for James' shirt. He unbuttoned the starched white dress shirt and pulling the shirt tails from the dark trousers, stripped it from James. The T-shirt quickly followed leaving James naked to the waist. His smooth Asian chest tapered to a tight waist. The skin seemed to radiate warmth.
He wore Calvins!!! The dark black waistband with its bright white letters told me that. A fine dark trail of hair pointed down from his naval.
Peter bent over and unlaced his sneakers. He pulled them from his feet and then slipped the white cotton socks off. James only needed to step out of his Docksiders.
Both boys now faced me and began removing their trousers. In unison they stripped. Stepping out of each pant leg and dropping them on the pile of clothing collecting on the floor. James was wearing boxer briefs. The cotton legs reaching down his solid thighs and swollen with a growing tube of his teen cock. James cupped his package and smiled. Peter reached for his own cock and balls that were stretching the white cotton pouch of his briefs. His smile matched James.
"You like it?" asked James, pulling on his package and then adjusting his cock.
I nodded and my eyes moved between the two young men. James again reached into his gym bag. He pulled out a jock. It was obviously the jock that he had worn that day. He let it hang from a single finger as he extended it towards me.
"Put this on Chuck."
I took the supporter. It was cool and tangled as I stepped into it and pulled it up over my hard cock. My balls and cock filling the pouch that James had filled earlier that day.
"Let your cock stick out the top.", instructed James.
I did as he asked and let my cock poke its head out from behind the wide elastic waist.
He again reached into his gym bag and pulled out a gold necklace. The links of the chain were heavier than the thin chain that had held my runner ID tags and a small padlock, the size of a dime, was attached where the clasp would have been. James approached me and placed the chain around my neck. The little lock clicked closed.
"You could easily break this necklace and take it off. But if you choose to do that Pete and I will never come back."
Peter now stood behind James. My two underwear clad teens again smiled at me. Peter reached around James and casually traced the curves of his buddy's chest and shoulders.
Peter's hand worked its way down James body, touching his navel and then stopping at the Calvins. Peter paused for a moment and then slipped under the waistband and touched the thing that I so badly wanted to touch. Peter pale arms circled James from behind and formed a "V" as he toyed with James' cock and balls. James pressed back into Peter and tilting his head backwards the were able to kiss.
"Would you like to help us finish undressing?" asked Peter. He used his hands to now pull the waist of James' boxerbriefs lower. Showing a dark bush of glistening Asian pubic hair. Teasing me by almost exposing his buddy's cock.
"Yes." I answered.
"Yes, what?" demanded Peter.
"Yes, please."
"What?"
"Yes, please, sir."
"That's right Chuck."
Peter now stepped from behind James and approached me. He reached and gently grasped the necklace. Pulling lightly he led me to James. A downward tug made it obvious I was to kneel.
I was inches from James' black Calvins. His cock and balls bulged toward me, twitching in anticipation. Peter was at my side. I turned and looked first at his swollen pouch. I looked up at my teen "guests" as they towered over me. My hard cock ached with excitement, still pinned to my belly by the supporter's waistband, it began to ooze crystal clear precum.
James and Peter faced eachother and kissed. I looked up as their lips touched in a passionate wet kiss. They paused and looked down at me for a moment before returning to their foreplay.
I found myself reaching for my aching cock. I touched the head as it poked out of its elastic prison. Precum oozed from its tip. I moaned softly.
A slap to my head and cheek snapped me back to reality. "Don't touch!" ordered James. A tear found its way down my cheek.
"You don't pay attention," warned James. "Turn away and put you hands on the floor."
I turned away, still on my knees. My hands reached out and I knelt on all fours on the floor. James moved to his gym bag and produced a triangular flesh colored butt plug. It was twice the size of a finger. He held it to my mouth.
"Suck on this Charlie." He ordered, pressing it to my lips. "Lube it up good so it won't hurt."
I opened my mouth and felt the hard invader. I knew he meant to shove it up my ass and tried to coat it with moisture. He worked it in and out several times. I could feel Peter standing between my legs and feet. His hand was petting my exposed ass cheeks. His fingers slid under the leg straps of the jock and moved toward my trapped balls. He gently touched my puckered hole.
"You must learn to listed Charlie," lectured James. "I think this is ready Pete," as he handed the spit lubed plug to his lover. "Let's see if it fits."
James squated down before me. He reached and cupped my face with his warm hands. Tilting my face up to him he gently kissed my tear streaked cheek. "Will you listen Charlie?" he asked.
"Yes," was all I could say.
"This is only the start Charlie. Do you understand that?"
I again answered, "Yes."
I felt Peter probe my ass with the plug. It pressed firmly against the ring of muscle. A feeling of fullness came over me as it entered my ass and filled my bottom. I moaned again.
My head dropped in embarrassment and shame. James moved closer. Still squatting before me he pressed his Calvin covered crotch into my face. "Breath deeply," he ordered. "Smell my sex."
I inhaled. As my breath filled my lungs Peter pressed one final time and seated the butt plug deep in my ass. My breath escaped in a rush. A wave of pleasure flooded over me. I tightened my cheeks trying to pull the plug deeper.
Peter was still behind me. He leaned over my back and pressed his own cotton covered cock against my buns. James leaned toward Peter and they again kissed above me. My face pressed against James' hard cock and my ass and back of my thighs warmed by Peter's presence.
They kissed again and then parted. They held each other and rolled to the floor. Both teens stripped each others final clothing off. Peters white cotton briefs were pushed down his legs and they off. James' black boxer briefs followed. Naked and on the floor in front of me they embraced.
Turning to a classic 69 they tasted each others cock. Precum glistened on both their cocks and faces. Their lips were wet with their teen excitement.
The mutual blow jobs didn't last long. Peter came first, shooting his hot cream between James' lips and onto his cheeks as Peter's cock exploded.
James was right behind him. The cum on his lips seemed to trigger his own orgasim. He humped Peter's mouth as his oriental face tightened in pleasure. His cock never left Peter's mouth. They lie there for a moment.
Peter gave a final suck on James' cock and let it pop out of his mouth. Rolling toward me James asked. "Did you enjoy watching?"
"Yes."
"We want to come back again."
"Yes," was all I could say.
"Come here and clean us up Charlie."
I crawled toward the tow naked, spent young men and hovered over them. I dipped my head like an animal at a watering hole a liked a streak of cum from James' face. I kissed his lips as I tasted his buddy's semen. Peter reached and pulled me to him. I kissed his warm cum covered lips also. The tastes mixed in my mouth.
Peter pushed my head toward his waist. I felt the fine hair on his belly rub my nose as he guided me to his soft cock. "Clean me up Charlie."
I took his hot meat in my mouth and sucked the cum off him. Peter guided me to James and my lips parted to take his almond colored, glistening cock in. I sucked once. I sucked twice. I hoped to arouse him and suck him off but he stopped me.
"Now, now, Charlie. Not this time.
His fingers rubbed my head and ran through my hair. Both boys stood up. Their soft, spent cocks still half hard. I started to also get up but James stopped me.
"Not yet. Stay there."
I continued to kneel as the boys slipped into their underwear and street clothes. When they were fully dressed James went to his gym bag again. He pulled out a small video camera.
Pointing it toward me I saw a small red light come on.
"You can jerk off now," he directed.
I hesitated a moment but then did what he wanted. I slipped the jock down enough to let my hard on out. I sat facing them and spread the precum lube down my hard shaft. I worked the head into a purple glistening knob and within moments shot a load of cum all over myself and the floor.
"Very good Charlie." He placed the camera back in the gym bag. "I want to leave that butt plug in. Tomorrow you'll jog at 4 in the afternoon. Peter and I will be there. If you can show us that the training plug is still in place we'll come back here."
I looked at James and then Peter. I wanted this. I answered, "Yes sir."
(to be continued)
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