WARNING: THIS STORY CONTAINS DESCRIPTIONS OF SEXUAL ACTS BETWEEN CONSENTING ADULTS. IF YOU DON'T LIKE RUDE STUFF OR IF READING IT IS ILLEGAL WHERE YOU LIVE, THEN DON'T READ IT...
THIS STORY IS ENTIRELY TRUE EXCEPT FOR MOST OF IT.
NAMES HAVE BEEN CHANGED TO PROTECT BOTH THE INNOCENT AND ME, AND TO MINIMIZE ANY CHANCE OF IT NOT HAPPENING FOR REAL.
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Back, Crack & Sack
My boy Michael has never been particularly shy about talking about personal stuff. Of course there was the typical teenage period when he became a bit secretive, but he gradually learnt that getting caught wanking would not get him into trouble, and when he was found out smoking dope, his punishment was more understanding than he had expected. As a result, he doesn't seem to have a problem asking me about things like the best way to shave his balls.
This openness is naturally two-way. Michael knows that I like guys as much as I like girls. I've never hidden my sexuality from him, and I guess the only downside is that he sometimes would take some sort of perverse pleasure in coming into my bedroom to borrow something when he KNEW that his Dad was having fun. The girls usually found it kind of funny, and would bury themselves under the bedclothes, but the guys tended to freak out a bit: "Do you think he knows what we were just doing?"
Michael is straight. As far as I know he has never fooled around with another boy, even though he has a number of very hot friends, several of whom would sleep-over in his double bed with him. When heading off to bed myself, I would usually call out something like "Go easy on his ass, he has to be able to walk in the morning!", and would get a reply like "I can't talk, I have a mouth full of cock!" If I knocked on the door, I would get a "Come In" only to see two fully clothed boys lying on the bed playing playstation and grinning.
Michael moved into his own place about a year ago, but often visits, and often brings his friends to visit also. I guess Michael's friends enjoy being able to be themselves at my house, and several of them have come to visit me of their own accord. While it is always fun having a hot young boy come to say hi, it is sometimes very difficult to keep the old pecker under control, and I figure that Michael wouldn't thank me for making any moves on his friends.
A while ago, Michael and his girlfriend came for a visit, and they brought Jonathan with them. Jonathan has been here lots of times before, and we get on well together. He invited me to his 21st, in his words: "not as Michael's dad, but as my friend". As luck would have it, I couldn't attend.
Later, Michael and Jonathan turned up again. Jonathan wanted to admoninsh me for not being able to go to his 21st. He was also feeling sorry for himself as he had just broken up with his girlfriend. They had brought some beers with them, and asked if I minded if they had a smoke. How could I say no? They ended up getting pretty relaxed in front of a movie, then started talking about shaving.
Not the regular sort of shaving...they were talking about pube trimming and how impossible it was to get at the hairs around their holes. I didn't really know what to say. I suggested depilitory cream, and a waxing place that offered a "Back, Crack and Sack" service. Michael wasn't too keen on the depilitory cream idea as he had once used it on his head. The result was less than satisfactory but really funny.
A text message on Michael's cellphone reminded him that he was supposed to be taking his girlfriend out for the evening, so he ended up racing out the door. Fortunately he had drank only one beer and so was in a fit state to drive. Jonathan, on the other hand, had had several beers, and had also been checking out how to make Margaritas (and of course testing each recipe). Jonathan said he didn't want to be a gooseberry with Michael and his girlfriend, and was it OK if he stayed here with me. Once again, how could I say no?
Of all the boys that Michael has brought around to his Dad's house, I guess I lusted after Jonathan the most. He's short, about 5 foot 5, about 130 pounds of finely toned muscle, has the cutest ass I have ever seen (at least in a pair of jeans or shorts) and a sweet little baby face that has earnt him the nickname "Pretty Boy" amongst his friends on the rugby team, and his work-mates where he works as a brick-layer. He told me that his mates sometimes also call him Thrush: "Because I can be an irritating cunt" he said. But since he is one of Michael's friends (and a good 20 years younger than me), I figured I would have to keep my rude thoughts to myself.
We watched the movie for a little while longer, just me and Jonathan, then he brought up the subject of shaving again. "Can you really get a Back, Crack and Sack?" he asked. "So I've heard", I said.
"Do you know how to do it?"
"No, I've never really figured out the waxing thing, but I'm quite good with a razor"
Jonathan was quiet for a while, then "Could you shave my back?"
I nearly died. Here was the cutest boy I had ever seen asking me to shave his back. I knew from seeing him at the beach that the only back-hair he had was that pretty little tuft just above his butt-crack. As you've probably already figured out, I have a problem with saying no, so I scampered upstairs, and returned with shaving oil and a razor.
Jonathan had taken his T-shirt off and was lying on his stomach. He had pulled his board-shorts down to the top of his crack to expose the part he wanted shaved. "Are you sure about his?" I said. "Yeah, will you do it?"
I grabbed a wee bowl of warm water from the kitchen, then came back and rubbed some of the shaving oil into the small of his back. This shaving oil is really cool stuff: immensely slippery and doesn't make a mess. It only took a minute or two to deal with the small hairs, and I was done. Jonathan smiled. "That's the back" he said.
"What more do you want?" I was having difficulty breathing by now, and I don't think I have ever been this hard before.
"How about the crack?" he said, tugging his shorts a little lower.
"Well if you're sure"... Here was this super hot kid giving me his ass to play with. "We're probably going to need to lose these" I said as I pulled his shorts all the way off. Jonathan just smiled, and used his hands to spread his cheeks.
I spread more oil into the cleft between his buttocks,. and somehow I managed to stop myself from sticking my finger into that inviting little rosebud. The thing with this oil is that you kind of have to massage it in for the razor to just glide over the skin, and massaging those two cute buns was definitely a turn-on for me. As I was rubbing the oil in, Jonathan was making little mmmmm noises. Was it possible that he was getting as hot and bothered as I was? I kept on trying to think like a professional, and went to work with the razor. "Wow, that feels good", he said. "I think I'm going to have to ask for the whole deal....Sack next!".
This was unbelievable. Jonathan, stark naked, rolled over onto his back. His cock was already hard and leaking.. "Just rub that stuff into my balls". So I did. "Don't make me cum yet" he said. What? As far as I knew, young Jonathan was as straight as can be, but here he was displaying his oh-so-cute bits and pieces, and inviting me to fondle them.
As I worked the oil into the crinkly skin of his scrotum, and the smooth skin of his cock, he continued with the little noises. He made me stop a couple of times, and reminded me "Don't make me shoot!" I got to inspect this boy's balls and his cock in the most intimate way. I grabbed a pair of scissors to do some trimming of his wonderful boy-bush, then got stuck in with the razor. By golly, this shaving oil was good. I worked my razor around his balls, scraping off both oil and hair until I had a boy with a bald sack, a bald asshole, and a lovely set of trimmed pubes.
"Is that what you want?" I asked Jonathan.
He looked down at his private parts and smiled. "It is looking good, but I think you need to get rid of the oil." This was too much.
I grabbed the towel and wiped off the excess, but at this stage I couldn't stop myself. His dick needed to be wiped clean and all I had left was my tongue. I started licking. Jonathan moaned. I licked some more, and Jonathan moaned some more. I asked him to turn over so I could clean out his crack, and after a wipe with the towel, I found myself licking his hole. By this time Jonathan was whimpering.
I stuck my tongue into his hole. He whimpered some more. Then came the words I was waiting to hear. "Fuck me." He needed it, I needed it. I pulled my pants down and pointed my dick at his quivering asshole. I let the head of my dick rub over his rosebud. "Push it in" he cried. I didn't. I couldn't. Jonathan is my son's best friend, and he was drunk. How could I take advantage of him? Well, I thought by this stage, I have already gotten him naked, gotten him hard, and he seemed to know what it was that he wanted. So I massaged his buns and licked his hole, then transferred my attention to his freshly shaved balls. I took each ball in my mouth in turn, and sucked gently. Then I flipped him over so that I had an unobstructed view of this beautiful boy.
He was and is gorgeous. I figured that his girlfriends had never done this kind of stuff to him before. I licked his balls again. I licked his asshole again. Jonathan was squirming. "Have you ever done this with my boy?" I asked. "No , I have never done anything like this before" he said. "Do you want to do this with Michael?" I asked. "No", he said. "Michael is straight, Michael is boring, No, he's not boring but he just likes girls and girls don't do this kind of stuff".
"But I thought you liked girls", I said.
"Well, yeah, I do, but they get all snippy when you ask them to do weird stuff. And this weird stuff is waaay cool"
Who was I to argue?
"What weird stuff do you want?" I asked Jonathan. "I need you to fuck me" he said again. "I need your dick inside me".
So I did. I fucked Jonathan. I mentioned earlier about the shaving oil and how slippery it is. Wiping it off doesn't seem to make the skin any less slippery. I took my pants all of the way off, and lifted Jonathan's legs into the air. His dick was still as hard as a rock. I rubbed my cock between his cheeks. Every movement gave me a whimper or a sigh. As I moved my dick around, it picked up some of the shaving oil that was still on his butt. I pushed the head of my cock against his hole, and it slipped right in. Jonathan gasped, then moaned, then whimpered, then whispered "Push it all the way in.".
This young boy's ass was tight but well lubed. I pushed, and he got all of me. "Fuck me!" he yelled. There was no turning back now. I hammered his ass and he loved every thrust. My balls were slapping against his bum, and he was moaning and yelling "Yes, yes, fuck me!". I guess he liked it. At the point of no return, I yelled "I'm cumming!" and just as I started to shoot deep into his wonderful butt, Jonathan's dick erupted with spurt after spurt of thick ropey cum. He shot over his head onto the wall behind him, onto his face, and all over his gorgeous pecs. "Wow" he said.
Later, I spoke to him.. "Johnny how does your ass feel?". He smiled, "No-one is allowed to call me Johnny" and then he fell asleep.