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Danny and Billy were both brothers attending the same college when they met Tom. Both visited Tom's place after playing pool at a local bar and had initial male/male experiences.
Tom awoke on Sunday morning, refreshed from a solid night's sleep. As he stretched, he recalled the VERY eventful two days that had just concluded. On Friday night, he had met Billy, Danny's younger brother, playing pool. On his couch, in the same place he had given Danny his first BJ, Tom had jacked off Billy as well. It was so hot. And on Saturday, Billy had come back over, and Tom actually got to suck Billy off. Moments after Billy had come back from that cum-land, he had reached over and jerked Tom's cock almost to completion in appreciation! Billy had requested that Tom "finish himself off," and while Tom did so, Billy jerked himself off again. Tom was beside himself remembering that, and his morning boner throbbed. But the Saturday memories were not over! Tom had gone to the pool in the afternoon, where he ran into Danny, who wanted to bum a joint. So the two of them went back to Tom's place and got high, and Tom shared a joint with Danny. Danny left, but came back minutes later, wanting to beat his meat while Tom watched in payment for the joint he had been given. (Tom had shot his own wad while watching, without even touching himself!) Last night, Tom had gone to the movies with some friends, and when he gave his bud Paul a ride home after the movies, Paul got horny and started to jerk himself, finally asking Tom to finish him off, which Tom did. Then Paul sucked a load out of Tom, which was just what Tom needed for a good night's rest. And it was now Sunday morning, with half of the weekend still ahead of him!
Tom somehow avoided jerking off as he recalled what had happened so far that weekend and instead jumped in the shower and got ready for the day. The warm shower felt great. After finishing, wearing just a towel, Tom walked into the kitchen and brewed some coffee, sitting at the counter sipping the hot java as the day got underway. Again, self-aware of his own nudity, Tom debated masturbation, but decided to wait. Who knew what else might happen this same weekend? He had done all his chores on Saturday--in between all the hot action--and really had the day to himself. Tom decided to go to the university pool again but early--before the crowds and the heat, and maybe even get in a few laps. Tom went into his bedroom, changed into his boardies, and began the relatively short walk over to the pool. When he got there, Tom realized he had made the correct decision. There were only a few people there, mostly sunbathing, and no one was yet in the pool. So he jumped in, thrilled that the water temperature was cool, and began some laps.
After several laps, a few more people had shown up. One boy, who looked too young to be in college (but looks are deceiving), was also in the pool with Tom, hanging on to the edge. Tom smiled at him as he floated past in the water. "Are you on the swim team?" the boy asked. Tom stopped to answer him. "No, I just enjoy doing laps in the water when it isn't too crowded," said Tom. "Could you show me how to do them?" the boy asked. "Sure," said Tom. And he proceeded to show the boy how to do simple laps, demonstrating how to hold arms and twist torso in moving forward. The boy couldn't seem to keep his body aligned. So Tom suggested he hold him up in the water while he practiced. Tom had the boy attempt to float on is stomach while Tom held him up from beneath. A Tom held him, the boy was able to practice the moves that were required. Actually, once the boy got the arm motion correct, he moved forward, and Tom's hands moved so that his left hand was now touching the boy's junk! Tom felt the junk, but moved his hand quickly so as not to appear to be groping the boy. The boy didn't appear fazed by Tom's touch. And he started moving forward in the water, so all was well! While he wasn't fast, he did make progress and soon was able to demonstrate that he knew how to do laps. He thanked Tom, who acknowledged the thanks. Then Tom decided to get out of the water. Because there still weren't a lot of people at the pool (it was well before noon), Tom decided to rinse off quickly in the men's shower to get the chlorine off before heading home.
Tom left the bright, sunny, almost hot environment of the pool and entered the darker and cooler men's portion of the bath house where the gang shower was located. He hung his towel on the rack and turned on the faucet to rinse off. He stepped into the flow and was rinsing off, when he heard another nearby shower start up. He looked over, and the boy he had taught how to do laps was showering a couple of shower heads away. Tom continued to shower. After a few seconds, the boy said, "thanks for helping me out." "It was a pleasure," replied Tom, as he continued rinsing off. As Tom turned around, he looked over at the boy. Usually guys stripped off their suits in this shower in preparation for changing clothes. But Tom had worn his boardies to the pool, with the intention of walking home in them. He didn't have a change of clothes. The boy, however, was in the process of taking off his suit. When the boy turned, Tom was startled by the fact that he had a raging erection! It was one of those-rock-hard-pointing-towards-the-roof kinds of boners. As Tom looked, the boy also looked at Tom, but didn't say anything. Tom was transfixed. The boy was cute and there's something compelling about a hard cock. Though there was no one else in the bath house, Tom immediately developed a concern that someone might walk in and see them. "Does that happen to you often?" Tom asked, nodding towards the boy's crotch. "All the time," said the boy. "Well, I hope you make the most of it," said Tom. "I try to," said the boy. As he responded, he grabbed his boner and stroked it up and down a couple of times. "This might not be a good place to do that," cautiously suggested Tom. "Do you have someplace we can go to?" the boy replied. "Uh, yeah, if you want." "Let's go." The boy turned off his shower and grabbed his towel, quickly drying himself off. Tom had started to bone from the visual before him as well, thought it wasn't as obvious in his boardies. After the boy dried off a bit, he walked over to his locker, which was right by the shower, opened it, and got out a pair of gym shorts. Forgoing his underwear, the boy slipped on the gym shorts, his turgid tool still obvious in the front. "You ready?" the boy asked. "Um, I live just a few blocks away and I walked here this morning," he said. "I drove a car," said the boy, confirming that he was at least of driver's license age. "I'll take you home." Holding his towel in front of his bulging gym shorts, the boy led the way out of the bath house. Tom followed in the same manner, as his own tool was now hard. Fortunately, they didn't pass by anyone in the parking lot and were soon at the boy's car. They got in, and the boy turned to Tom and asked "which way should I go?" Tom gave him directions.
The boy was attentive to his driving as he pulled out of the parking lot. Tom could see his hard cock pushing up the front of his gym shorts, and Tom's own cock was throbbing as well. But neither one of them made any move while they were in the car. It just took a few minutes to get to Tom's place. The boy pulled into the driveway behind Tom's car, and they entered the house. Tom was kind of glad he had cleaned things up. He always made it a case to clean up any weed residue and lock up his stash. Tom still wasn't sure this boy was old enough to be enticed by pot. Besides, his cock said everything that Tom needed to know. "Do you want something to drink?" asked Tom. "Yeah, I'll take a glass of water," said the boy. "Have a seat on the couch," said Tom. "I'll bring it out." Tom quickly poured a couple of glasses of water and rough them out to the living room, placing both on the table in front of the couch. He walked over and put on a record, though he kept the volume low. He then returned to the couch and sat down. Both boys took a drink of water in what seemed to be awkward silence. Tom spoke up first. Nodding towards the boy's crotch, Tom said "so that happens to you a lot, huh?" He thought he saw the boy blush. "Yeah, it almost never goes down," the boy said. "When you were holding me up in the water you touched it once and I immediately got a boner. It won't go away." "How do you normally make it go away?" asked Tom. The boy did blush this time. "You know...." Tom grew emboldened. A horny young teen was sitting next to him on the couch with a boner that had been throbbing for maybe a half hour. "Why don't you show me what you normally do?" asked Tom.
That gave the boy permission. He grabbed the elastic band on his gym shorts, lifted his hips, and slid the shorts all the way off, kicking them away from the couch. There he was in all his teen splendor, hard as a rock. "You may as well take off your t-shirt, too," suggested Tom. In an instant, the boy was completely naked. He was a sight to behold. The boy was nearly hairless, though he did have a light patch of pubes. His cock was maybe six inches long, but it looked huge on the boy's thin frame. His balls drooped down in his sack, completing an ephebian dream. "Show me how you make it go away," said Tom. The boy's hand reached for his quivering rod, wrapped around it, and began to stroke up and down. The boy's eyes looked directly at Tom. "Do you mind if I join in?" asked Tom, glad that he hadn't beat off when he woke up. The boy simply nodded. Tom slipped his still-damp boardies off and kicked them away, his more-than-substantial and also rock-hard penis demanding that his hand play with it. Both boys jerked for no more than 30 seconds. Then Tom asked," can I feel it?" The boy's hand quickly dropped away, and Tom reached over, his hand clasping around the boy's freakishly hot tool and squeezing it. The boy moaned. "Yeahhhhh," said Tom as he jerked the boy. He reached over with his other hand and began to play with the boy's balls, fondling them, lifting them up, pulling them gently away from the boy's body as Tom stroked. Tom was so absorbed in what he was doing that he didn't notice the boy reach over towards his own crotch. Soon he felt a teen hand around his hard cock, which also began stroking him up and down. They traded these jerking motions for a couple of minutes. Both were shivering from the pleasure.
"Can I show you something that feels really good?" asked Tom. "Yeah," the boy replied softly. Tom shifted his position off the couch and got in between the boy's legs. He pushed the knees apart. His eyes were laser-focused on the throbbing teen penis and the full balls before him. He leaned in and took one of the balls in his mouth, sucking lightly. The boy's loud moan indicated he liked it! Tom continued with the other ball. As he swished the boy's balls back and forth in his mouth, he used his hand to squeeze and jerk the throbbing teen cock. The boy was squirming in ecstasy. In a move that Tom had perfected, he ran his tongue from the boy's balls all the way up to the end of his penis on the underside, then slipped his lips over the head and swallowed until his nose was in the boy's sparse pubes. The natural reaction when Tom had done this to others was for them to buck their hips upward into Tom's mouth, and the boy did not disappoint. Tom continued to suck, moving his mouth up and down while his hands gently caressed the boy's balls, and Tom's index finger pressed against the boy's taint. Tom had found the boy's pleasure key. He began bucking in and out of Tom's mouth faster. Tom kind of pushed back, trying to slow him down a little, but the boy was insistent. Tom heard a wail start within the boy's stomach and work its way up and out the boy's mouth as he gave a final push down Tom's throat and shot his heavy wad. Tom missed none of it, swallowing every drop of the precious boy nectar. Tom felt several pulses in his throat as the boy's pleasure sounds continued, indicating a satisfying orgasm. What Tom noticed, while the boy's cock was still in his mouth, was that it was just as hard as it was when he started his ministrations. Tom pulled off of the boy's still-throbbing tool, and resumed his position beside him.
In an automatic response, Tom's hand went to his own hard cock and began jerking himself. The boy watched intensively, even though he was still lost in the throes of what had been an intense climax. Tom continued to look at the boy's cock as he jerked himself. It didn't take long. A giant rope of cum shot out of Tom's cock onto his chest and stomach, followed by several others. Tom's body collapsed into the couch as the feelings washed over him. Then he reached over and got the towel he had brought from the pool and wiped himself off. The boy never took his eyes off Tom. Finally, Tom turned and looked at the boy. "Thanks for letting me do that," said Tom. "I hope it felt good." "No one has ever done that to me before," the boy replied. (So in the space of less than a month, Tom had given THREE other guys their first BJ!) "I hoped you liked it," said Tom. The boy reached down and squeezed a droplet of teen cum from his cock. "Would you do it to me again sometime?" the boy asked. "Anytime you want," Tom said with a smile. "Now?" asked the boy, as he wagged his still-throbbing cock. "Your wish is my command!"
Tom positioned again himself in between the boy's legs and went to town. Rubbing and squeezing and licking every square inch of the boy's young crotch, Tom's intent was to make this second time around as good as or better than the first. As Tom sucked on the boy's tool, the boy's natural instincts took over and he placed his hands on the back of Tom's head, pushing down as Tom's mouth continued providing pleasure. As Tom's head bobbed up and down, the boy joined in with his own thrusts. No one said anything, but both knew another cumshot was not far behind. Tom felt the boy's already-rock-hard cock get even harder, and then the boy gasped as another mega-load of sweet teen cum filled Tom's mouth and throat. This time, Tom savored the taste a little more, reveling in how good it tasted. Then, as he had done before, Tom sat back on the couch next to the boy, whose cock was still hard. Without saying anything, the boy leaned over and grabbed Tom's cock, which was also hard again, and began beating it. The exquisite feeling defied description. The boy's hand was a flurry as he stroked Tom's cock insistently to another total cum, finally coaxing another load out just a few minutes after Tom's first one. Both Tom and the boy sunk back into the couch.
Not much was said for the next couple of minutes as both bathed in the post-orgasmic feeling from their intense interaction. Then Tom turned his head toward the boy, who was looking at him. "Wow," said Tom. The boy smiled. As he continued to look at Tom, Tom also noticed movement in his peripheral vision. The boy was masturbating again--a third time almost in a row! Tom watched as the boy flogged his penis. "Want me to help you with that?" Tom asked. "Just watch me," said the boy. But Tom couldn't help himself. He reached over and rubbed the boy's stomach and ran his fingers through the boy's pubes as he jerked, his eyes fixated on the boy's hand and cock. Accompanied by a sound much like a `whoosh,' the boy's hips raised up off the couch as he shot his third load. He was a prodigious cum-maker! There was a large puddle covering the boy's chest, stomach and crotch. Tom wanted to lean over and slurp the goodness up, but the boy asked to use Tom's towel, so Tom let him clean himself off. They sat there silently for another couple of minutes. Though the boy's cock was now softened a bit, it was still plumped up, a delectable sight. Then the boy said, "I have to go. I'm probably already in trouble for having stayed gone this long." He didn't provide any other explanation, but just stood up, grabbed his gym shorts and t-shirt, putting each on before heading toward the door. "Thanks," he said with a shy smile. "Any time," Tom said in a standard answer to someone he'd hope would come back.
"I didn't even ask your name," Tom said as the boy opened the front door. "I'll tell you the next time I come over," replied the boy. And he was gone.
Tom looked at the clock. It was just noon. The day was far from being over!