Dream Boy Series

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Johnny and I were tossing a baseball back and forth in the back yard. His Dad, Mister "Vic" was talking to the neighbor next door. Not in the same duplex, but from the next duplex over. The other side of their building was unoccupied just then. They both waved at us, but kept talking. I did notice them looking at us every now and then. I wanted them to finish chatting and go away. Once more, Vic and his wife were off to an overnight party.

Eddie and I had a party of our own planned for the night, but we needed them to go before he made the call.

Finally, the conversation at the edge of the yard ended. Both men waved again and went into their respective houses. Johnny's Mom called from the door. "Be good and have fun."

I didn't know about Johnny, but I was hoping to do both.

Car doors slammed. An engine started, ran a few moments, and grew more distant.

They were gone.

Johnny caught my last throw and turned immediately toward the house. He went directly into his room and put his headphones on. I ran inside and found Eddie on the telephone.

"Yeah," he said into it. "They just left." He grinned at me as he listened to the reply. Nodding, he concluded, "Alright. Don't take too long. My Little Buddy's getting anxious."

I blushed and grinned up at him as he hung up the receiver.

We sat on the sofa, snuggled together, and watched TV while we waited.

Eddie was wearing some of his Dad's cologne or something. Several times I buried my face in his chest and sniffed deeply. It made him grin and me feel even more special. He was treating this like a date. He pulled me close and gave me a kiss.

At six-thirty, I heard talking coming close and a knock on the door. Eddie grinned at me and got up to answer it.

There were four of them. I knew two right away. "Joey" had been pursuing my older sister, to no avail. His best friend, "Tony" was always by his side. The others were introduced to me as "Phil" and "Curly". I had seen both of them around, but had never met them. Eddie introduced me as his Little Buddy. I blushed and felt that warm touch in my belly again.

Eddie fetched everyone a Coke and we settled in around the living room.

They were all paying attention to me, more even than each other. They were asking me about myself. Then they got to the important questions. Did I like girls? (Hell, yes, but boys were easier to get) Did I have a girlfriend? (No, but I had my eye on a girl from school) Did I really like doing this kind of thing, or was it just to make friends? (I had friends. I did it because I liked it) Was this really my idea or did Eddie talk me into it? (I told him what I wanted to try and he saw to it) I was sitting on the sofa, between Eddie and Curly, absorbing the attention. I was with the Cool Kids, and was not being ridiculed or picked on. They were being kind and friendly, like I was an equal. It made me happier than I had felt around older boys in my life.

The questions dried up. We sat around sipping our Cokes and watching the idiotic program the television had to offer.

Eddie slipped his arm around me and gave me a one-armed hug. When I looked up at him, he shrugged. I understood. It was up to me to decide if and when it was time to go.

I made up my mind. I gave him a quick kiss and stood up, moving around the coffee table and into the center of the room. Everyone turned to watch as I slid my tee shirt off.

"Here we go," Curly said.

Tossing the shirt away, I proceeded to drop my shorts and was standing there in front of them in only my tightie-whities (we just called them underwear back then). I should have been self-conscious and timid, but I wasn't. I had their complete attention and I was eating it up. I looked at them and smiled, saying, "I suck the first dick I see."

I was surprised how quickly they stood and began peeling off their clothes. They all stopped at their drawers, like I had.

Looking from one to the next, I chose my Big Buddy. Pushing the coffee table aside, which incidentally gave them all a clear view, I knelt between Eddie's knees and tugged at his underwear until he lifted his butt so I could pull them down and off.

"Damn, man," Tony commented. "You weren't kiddin', were you?"

Eddie didn't reply. I didn't notice if he made any gestures or not, I was busy fondling his pecker. It grew in my hand and I started sucking it before it reached full size. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Curly slip out of his briefs as well.

I worked on Eddie for several long minutes, hearing various comments of disbelief from the four new playmates. He was running his fingers through my hair, but not forcing my head down. He just let me do my thing.

Feeling him tense up and groan, I knew I was about to get my reward. When I had swallowed it and cleaned him off, I lifted my head and looked up at him. He grinned down at me and nodded.

Looking around, I saw that everyone was now sitting in their chairs naked. Joey was stroking himself and Phil was leaning forward with his elbows on his knees. Curly was closest, sitting back with his arm along the back of the sofa and his cock already hard. He was slightly bigger than Eddie, both in length and girth. I slid along the floor until I was between his legs, grinned at him and got started.

One after another. Mouthful after mouthful. Gulp after gulp. I tasted them all. Other than Eddie (of course), I liked Curly's the most.

The party, after I finished with Phil's phallus, advanced to the next phase.

There was a familiar sound, the popping open of a certain tube, and the party got into full swing.

It was the most exciting night of my young life. One after another, again. We changed places and positions numerous times. Sometimes it was just me and whichever lover was with me at the moment. Sometimes there was one in each end. Once there was not only one in each end, but one in each hand as well.

I was up on the sofa, face down and butt up. I got on all fours on the floor. I was put on the coffee table with my feet in the air. I was bent over the arm of one of the easy chairs. I was sat on their lap, both facing them and facing away. Then, I laid down on the floor, with a cushion under my butt, my legs thrown back, and they took me one by one.

They all kissed me while we were at it, deep, passionate kisses.

My head was spinning again. Time meant nothing. I was being touched and caressed and kissed and hugged and loved and fucked. It was heavenly. Both Curly and Tony sucked me off during it all, but I came without any help several times.

By the end of the evening, we were all worn out. My butthole was sore and burning, but I felt incredible. We were all sitting on the floor, myself leaning against Eddie with one hand on Joey's leg.

Everyone was smiling, no one wider than me.

It had been everything I had dreamed of since Eddie asked me what I would like to do.

Slowly, they regained enough energy to start getting dressed. The clock read nearly eleven. As they left, they each gave me another nice, deep kiss. Curly actually picked me up and hugged me tight to his chest as he did so, grabbing my butt and giving it a squeeze.

Eddie and I took a shower together (which naturally led to another blowjob from me) and climbed into bed, cuddling up beneath the blankets.

After several minutes of light, but constant kissing, he asked me, "So, did you have fun?"

"Yeah," I told him.

"Was it what you thought it was gonna be?"

"Even better."

Hugging me to his side, he said, "Good. I want my Little Buddy to be happy."

The next week, I got the news from my folks that they had found us an apartment off-base. Dad was getting close to retirement and they wanted to get started on a civilian life. We would be moving at the end of August.

My time with Eddie was going to be short. His parents didn't go out the next weekend, so I didn't spend the night, but we snuck off to the fort for an hour or so that afternoon. I didn't see much of the other guys. We planned on having another party, but it never materialized. Three of the four of them had girlfriends, so last-second plans were not easy. I did run into Curly once while I was out riding my bike and we, also snuck off to the fort for a quick mouthful.

I was beginning to think the fun had ended earlier than expected.

One afternoon, I went out riding to see if I could find anyone, just for some company. At the Express (a military convenience store), I ran into Tony's big brother, "Charlie". He didn't recognize me, but I knew who he was. I said Hello, but went about my business. I was not really there for anything, just looking at what comic books had come out (I was hooked on the Fantastic Four and any related titles).

Finding nothing, I went back out to my bike. Charlie and his friend were out there. They started hurling taunts and insults at me. That was what I was used to getting from the older boys. These two were in high school, so what better way was there to spend your time than to pick on a kid?

Not long before, I would have been too scared to say anything, but something had happened in the last few months. I turned to them and asked, "Does it make you feel better to pick on a kid half your size?"

What the hell was I doing? They could beat the living shit out of me without even trying.

But, I didn't care. I didn't show anger, or even any expression of challenge. I looked at them like I had asked if they knew what time it was.

For a second, I thought they were going to come over and start pounding on me. Instead, they both blushed and looked around to make sure no one they knew had just seen them chastised by an elementary school kid.

Charlie's pal said, "You got guts, Kid."

With a shrug, I answered, "Not really."

That caused them both to laugh out loud.

"What's your name, Kid?" Charlie asked.

We started talking. I was talking to High Schoolers. I felt cooler than the Fonz (if you don't know, ask your parents). We moved toward the side of the building. I knew that the path behind the place led back to the neighborhood Tony lived in, so I guessed that was their general destination.

When we parted ways, Charlie told me, "Hey, Kid. Anybody gives you a hard time, you come get me. I'll take care of `em."

I grinned and said, "Thanks."

"Hey," someone called. "Leave him alone, man."

We all looked up to find Tony coming our way.

Naturally, Charlie was not about to take from his little brother what he took from me, so a series of insulting names was thrown back and forth for a second. Tony reached me and stepped up behind me, putting his arms around my shoulders. "This is our Little Buddy, man. Don't pick on him."

"Your Little Buddy?" Charlie's friend asked.

"Yeah, man. He's like our mascot. He's a cool kid."

Charlie told him, "We know he's cool. We just met him. He's got guts. More guts than you, twerp."

Wait a minute. Were there three older boys arguing about who thought I was cool and who didn't?

Charlie agreed that I was under his umbrella of protection as well and Tony let me go, with a quick pat on the chest. Looking at me, Charlie asked, "You gonna be at the pool later?"

"Maybe."

"Well, we'll see you there, if you are."

Tony gave me another slap on the shoulder and went on into the store, his brother and his friend headed up the path. I suddenly had the urge to go to the pool. There were several public pools on base, open to military personnel and dependents. I knew the one they meant.

I was on my bike and flying home to change into my swimsuit. If there were going to be High School kids there that were going to treat me like I was cool, I was going to be there to be treated like I was cool.

An hour later, I sat behind a small building that hummed with electricity across from the pool. I didn't see them there. Should I go on in and wait or stay where I was and make sure I had picked the right pool? There were a couple families there, but most of the splashing and yelling was from older kids. Eddie's age or older. A lone kid my age was a target for such gatherings.

I gave it another ten minutes and was about to head on home, my towel draped over my shoulder, when I saw them coming. Quickly, I ducked out of sight to make it look like I had just arrived myself. Hiding there, I counted to one hundred before coming back into view.

Acting as if I had rode smooth and cool and had just pulled up, I coasted to a stop at the bike racks and stowed my Huffy, locking it calmly and slowly.

Hey, I was about to hang out with High School guys who thought I was cool. I had to act cool, even if my stomach was doing flips.

I showed my ID card at the gate and passed through. Charlie saw me and smiled, waving me over. I spotted "Andrea Rich" from school, but I ignored her. She was about the cutest girl in school and I wanted her to see this. I remembered that I would not be going back to the same school next year, but it didn't matter. I was about to be the coolest twelve-year-old on base.

Charlie finally introduced me to his friend, "Lenny".

We sat down in the nearly worn-out plastic chairs that ringed the pool and settled in.

Lenny asked, "You swim?"

"Of course," I responded. "But, don't you dare throw me in."

Charlie guffawed loudly, making Lenny do so too. I grinned and laughed along. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Andrea. Yep. She saw me.

Damn, why didn't this happen a year ago? I was in with her. Just like that. I could tell by the look on her face. Suddenly, the Kid that she caught watching her more than once wasn't just some weird boy that she caught watching her. He was friends with High Schoolers. He was cool.

But, it was enough that I got to catch her staring at me a couple times.

We went swimming for a while. We sat in the sun for a while. I listened to them complain about their girlfriends and how they couldn't get past second base with them.

After about an hour, when two women arrived, each herding several young, noisy children in front of them, Charlie leaned over and told me about Andrea staring at me.

"I know," I replied, just as cool as the Fonz. "She can't help herself."

Another round of laughs ensued, this time coming with the kind of kidding jibes that they traded among themselves. Man, why couldn't this have happened sooner?

I could feel things winding down. My "cool" time was drawing to a close.

"You hungry, Kid?" Charlie asked me.

I shrugged.

"C'mon," he told me. "We're gonna get something to eat at my house. Come with us."

Seriously? "Okay."

Now, I was going to be seen leaving with High School guys. Oh, if only I was going back to that same school. I would be the King of the Hallways. They even stood waiting while I unlocked my bike and wrapped the cable around the seat stem.

It was only a few blocks. We walked in a group, Charlie on one side of me and Lenny on the other.

We had gone a block or so when Charlie casually mentioned, "Tony won't be back for a few hours."

I shrugged. What did that matter?

"And my folks won't be home `til tonight."

Okay. Why was he telling me this?

In the back of mind a voice whispered, He knows. Tony squealed.

But nothing else odd was said during the rest of the walk.

When we got to his place, he did make us all something to munch on. We sat on the tiny porch in back of their house and ate. These weren't duplexes on this side of the main road. They were more like the row-houses you might see in the city itself. Four units per building, two stories each. Tony's family lived in an end unit.

I had forgotten the strange comments until Charlie asked, "So, do you go to a lot of parties with Tony?"

Something in my reaction must have told him all he needed to know.

He smiled. "Don't worry, man. Your secret's safe." After a brief hesitation, he added, "If..."

My belly instantly went queasy. My hands started that annoying, yet telling trembling thing. Holy shit, are you kidding? Did they want to play? Oh, my God. High Schoolers?!

I looked at him, giving him my best interpretation of an interested smile. "If what?"

He and Lenny shared a glance. "Let's talk about it inside."

Not the living room, but up the stairs to Charlie's bedroom. There were posters of KISS and another rock band that I didn't recognize, both with the subjects framed in black felt. If he had had a black light, they would have glowed with an almost 3-D effect.

He flopped onto the bed. Lenny plopped onto the low trunk in the corner, covered with discarded clothes. I leaned against the dresser.

There was silence for a few long, dragging moments. Finally, Charlie told me, "Tony and I don't keep secrets from each other, but we keep each other's secrets."

Oh. My. God. Was this about to happen? My hands were shaking again. My stomach was twitching. Tony had told them, but they weren't freaked out by it.

"And," he went on. "Me and Lenny got girlfriends to lose, so-..."

I couldn't believe it. I could not believe it.

With the boldness that I had recently discovered in myself, I asked, "So, what?"

They grinned at each other.

Charlie thought carefully about his next words. I was going to make him ask me. I wanted to hear him say he wanted me. The smile on my face certainly let them know that I knew what they were talking about, but I wasn't offering this time. They had to ask.

It took him a few seconds. I stood there, one arm up on the top of his dresser and waited with that smile on my face. Charlie sat playing with something in his fingers.

After what felt like forever, he asked, "You only do that with them guys?"

I made him wait this time, still smiling that smile that said all that needed said. "No," I told them. "I've played with a couple others."

His eyes were still on that scrap of paper he was folding smaller and smaller in his fingers. He didn't look up at me, or even over at Lenny, who was also trying to avoid my eye.

Three times I had to stop myself from asking if they wanted to play. No. They had to ask me. Ask me. Just ask me already.

Charlie grinned. His face was getting red. He was blushing. I could barely contain myself. When he said it, he blurted it out in a single rush of words. "Would-ja-do-it-with-us?"

Once more, I had to restrain myself from answering too quickly. The immediate, Yes. Hell, yes, stayed in my head. I continued to smile at them. Lenny finally raised his eyes long enough for him to see the grin on my face. He blushed, too.

When I thought I would burst, I cocked my head and said, "Sure."

Finally looking up, with a shocked expression, Charlie asked, "No shit?"

Shrugging, I told him (and myself for the first time), "Why not? I'm working my way up to grown-ups, I guess."

The two High School boys looked at each other. They were speechless.

I was in disbelief.

I noticed that they were as nervous and shaky as I was. Lenny's cheeks were beet red. Charlie had folded the little piece of paper as small as he was going to get it, but still held it in his fingers.

Something popped into my mind. With a grin, I asked, "You ever had a blowjob before?"

"Yeah," Charlie said. "Sure... I... There was..."

I felt the Little Buddy clamoring for control so I turned it over to him. No thinking, just reacting. "It's alright," I heard myself say. "I really like being a guy's first."

Lenny, still sitting on the trunk in the corner quietly confessed, "I had a girl jerk me off once."

Grinning, I told him (not believing that it was me saying it), "Well, I think we can do better than that today."

They were flabbergasted. I could not believe what was happening. Not only were these High Schoolers interested in me sexually, but I was being a brazen little sex junkie (I had not yet heard the term "slut", but that's what I was being).

With a sigh, I realized that I was going to have to get things started if this was going to happen. Even though I was amazed that it was happening, I was determined to see that it happened.

I pulled the towel from around my neck and took two steps toward Charlie on the bed, dropping to my knees between his open legs, and lay a cheek against his bare thigh. I was so happy that we were all still in our swim suits.

He gasped and looked at me with wide eyes. I smiled.

Fuck it.

I rose up and ran one hand up each of his thighs until they met at the crotch. Feeling the bulge that greeted me, I smiled again and found the long, thick tube under his swim trunks. I started fondling it through the material, feeling it grow beneath my pressing and squeezing fingers.

"Shit, man," he whispered.

"Hush," I hissed, continuing to rub his member to stiffness.

I heard Lenny shift and looked over my shoulder. He got up and sat on the foot of the bed, watching with wide eyes and a disbelieving grin.

The Little Buddy asked, "One at a time, or both at once?"

What? Did I just ask that?

They looked at each other for a second.

Lenny was the one that said, "One at a time. I wanna watch this."

Okay. I got halfway to my feet and started tugging at Charlie's swim suit. He lifted his hips and helped me get them down to his knees. It was up to me after that. No problem. I struggled them to his feet and threw them across the room, immediately getting back up on the bed, leaning my elbows between Charlie's thighs, and grabbing his dick.

It was the biggest one I had seen yet (in real life). There was more hair around the base and on the ball sack beneath. It may have only been six or seven inches, but to my twelve-year-old eye, it was simply huge. There was no taper to it, but it had a slight bend up about three-quarters of the way to the tip. Within instants, it was so hard that I could barely bend it toward me. I had to scramble up onto the bed, resting my pelvis on the very edge to reach it.

When I licked the head, he gasped again and mumbled, "Aw, fuck."

I bent it toward me and closed my lips around the head, stroking the length. When I got a moan from him, it made me happy. I started sucking him like I had learned to do to Eddie. Work up some saliva, let it drip down a bit, and go to town. One hand stroking, bob my head, suck the head like a baby sucking a bottle every time I reached it.

His legs were tensing and relaxing, he couldn't keep his feet still. He swore and groaned and threw his head back.

Far too soon (for my tastes) I felt him tense up and a long moan escaped him.

GLORP! GLORP! GLORP!

Holy shit! He sent a whopper of a load into my waiting mouth. It was too much to swallow at first. Try as I might, I couldn't keep up and some of it dribbled down my chin. But, I didn't stop. Squeeze and work the dick empty, slurp it up, swallow, repeat.

"Oh, fuck," he sighed. "God-damn."

I lifted up long enough to wipe the creamy dribble from my face, licking it off my fingers, and went back down on him. It was even thicker than Curly's had been. Salty like Eddie's but with less of that almost sweet aftertaste.

It didn't matter. I ate it up like a hungry man eats a free meal.

With one last slurping suck, I removed my mouth, smacked my lips, and looked up at him. "Good?" I asked.

He nodded, still with an expression of disbelief, but didn't answer. I continued to stroke him, but turned to look at Lenny. I could already see that he was hard underneath his swim suit, but he hadn't taken them off yet. I kissed Charlie's boner one more time and slid across the bed, my knees still on the floor, and ran a hand up Lenny's thigh.

He was faster at getting his trunks down and off.

Well, this was different. He was uncircumcised. I had never seen an uncut pecker before. It looked like his dick was wearing a turtle-neck sweater and had pulled it up over its face. But, it was stiffening and it was a High School boy's prick. Maybe half an inch shorter than Charlie's, it was thicker and heavier. There was no bend to it, but it seemed to get thicker about halfway up before tapering back to the same girth as it had at the base.

I took it in my hand and gave it a few strokes. The foreskin pulled down easily enough, exposing the head. As I stroked, he leaned back, like Charlie had done, and moaned deeply. There was a strange smell that I have to say, was very unpleasant. I was hesitant to put it in my mouth, but I was too horny for it to delay long.

Scooting closer, I leaned down and licked the head. Tangy, maybe a little salty. Odd, but not as much of a turn-off as I first thought. I went ahead and closed my mouth around it, giving him the same as I had given Charlie.

There was a different taste to it. The foreskin kept bunching up at my lips, but otherwise it was just as good as any other. I sucked him greedily, like I had Eddie's the first time. I have since heard that uncircumcised dicks are more sensitive. Now I'm not an expert, since I don't have one, but Lenny certainly didn't last anywhere near as long as Charlie.

He bucked his hips against my strokes and pumped his pecker into my mouth as I worked at him. In less than five minutes, he exploded. Once again, it was more than I could swallow easily, but I didn't give up. Gulping down what I could, I let the rest dribble, knowing I could wipe it off in a few seconds. His was even saltier than Charlie's and had a thicker texture, almost stringy in consistency.

I cleaned him out, wiped my face, ate the escaping treat, and went back to what I was doing for a few more moments.

At last, I sat up and looked back and forth at them.

"Shit, Kid," Charlie said.

I grinned at him.

Lenny leaned forward and tousled my hair. He smiled, his face still red around the cheekbones and the tip of his nose. "Guess you're our Little Buddy, now, too."

That made me grin wider. I leaned forward on my elbows between them, poking my butt in the air. As they regained their senses and got their breath back, I looked around the room.

Once again, the Little Buddy was doing the thinking and talking. I heard my voice ask, "You have any lube?"

"What?" Charlie was actually shocked.

"Lube," my voice said. "Slippery stuff so you can fuck me."

Their eyes were wide, their mouths hung open. They looked at each other in total disbelief. I grinned, wriggling my ass and watching the expressions on their faces. Charlie went to speak several times, but never came up with anything. He kept looking at me as if he couldn't believe I was serious.

He had no idea.

After several long moments, he mumbled, "Vaseline."

"Will it work?" the Little Buddy asked.

"I... I guess."

Hopping to my feet, I instructed him, "Go get it." To prove I was serious, before they could question it, I dropped my trunks and kicked them away, then jumped onto the bed between them. I stayed on my belly, displaying my peach-fuzzy butt and rocking it side to side.

"Jesus fuckin' Christ," Charlie breathed.

Lenny wasn't able to say anything for a second. His eyes were glued to my ass. Finally, he looked at his friend and said, "Dude."

Slowly, Charlie got up and left the room. I rolled halfway over and rubbed my face on Lenny's upper thigh, smiling up at him. He reached over and started running his hand up and down my back, each time getting closer to my exposed and offered butt. I was writhing in pleasure as he did so, moaning softly when his warm hand got close to my rear. He got the hint. His fingers probed between my cheeks and found my puckered butthole. I started kissing his bare hip (having nothing else to choose from in that position). Lenny didn't try to stick his finger in me, but he did rub the entry gently.

I moaned happily, kissing and licking his hip over and over.

When he used two fingers to spread my butthole open a little, my legs opened wider.

Charlie came back in at that instant. He closed the door behind him.

It took my instruction and aid, but I got Charlie's fingers greased up and up in my ass, spreading the slippery, sticky substance in there good. I was groaning and wiggling around like a whore as he did so.

I had learned that bigger peckers, like theirs required work to get in properly. After spreading out all three towels, I made Charlie lay back on his bed and straddled him. I had to pull him out and recoat his dick a few times, but finally, with another somewhat painful drop of my weight, I had his entire length up my butt. I had to sit there for a few long moments to allow my insides to get used to his size.

The petroleum jelly had worked, but it was messier. It was goopy and didn't lubricate quite as well. But, it didn't matter just then. I started moving back and forth, working him in and out. I was getting fucked in the ass by a High School guy.

"Mother fuck," Lenny whispered, watching his friend drill my little twelve-year-old ass.

Once my canal was opened and the pain had gone away, I started riding him harder, even bouncing on him, driving him in deeper with my weight. He grabbed my hips and humped his own. Oh, now he was getting into it. I put my hands on his chest and took it, my breathing getting heavier and my butthole burning from the friction.

But, it felt great. No one had filled me up that much. It almost felt like he was poking me all the way up to my belly button. I rode and rode and rode harder. He pumped from beneath, his own breath coming faster and harder.

Once again, he didn't last as long as I would have liked.

He groaned, "Oh, shit." Sitting up, he wrapped his arms around me and really started pounding. I felt his burst inside me, warm and moist. Every muscle in his body locked up, jerking in spasms as he unloaded into my colon.

I wanted to kiss him. Oh, how I wanted to kiss him. But, when I turned my face toward his, he dropped his chin. He wasn't going to do it. I let him continue sliding in and out of me for a few more minutes. Then he fell back again. When I fell forward with him, he almost slipped out, but I stopped that from happening and rode his slowly shrinking member a little longer.

Sitting up, I forced his prick back in as deep as it would still go, grinding myself on him some more. Turning to Lenny, I saw that he was rock hard and already greased up. Finally, I smiled at Charlie and lifted off of him.

No sooner had he popped out of me, I felt his fluids oozing out.

I wasted no time. Telling Lenny to lay back, I mounted him in the same manner. He slipped in easier, seeing as how I was already opened up for him. He whispered something like, "Yeah, Kid."

Again, I rode like a cowboy on a stallion. Lenny, like several others that I had had inside me, took ahold of my hips and helped the force of gravity get his dick in deeper. He was a little more into it than Charlie had been. He used the springy bed to help further and really drove himself in with each thrust. I rode and rode, my head falling forward then lifting back. Lenny was giving me the hardest fuck yet. He pumped and pounded and ground and rammed. I rode harder and harder, my own boner flopping up and down with every hop.

Even he didn't make it as long as I wanted. I wanted it to go on and on. But, he, too clenched up, grabbed onto me, and burst up into my guts. Tensing up in decreasing jolts, he came up my butt as I tried to keep riding his member.

When he had finished, we cleaned up the mess that we had made (which was significantly more than I was used to and contained a single, small dollop of poop) and lay back on the bed together, spent and red-faced. I lay between them, happy and feeling a burning in my butt that I had come to enjoy.

Neither one was up for a second round (no pun intended), so we got our suits back on. The cold, wet sensation on my sore asshole was a pleasant one. It cooled the surface, but I still felt the gaping deep inside me.

We went downstairs and said our farewells. Charlie told me again, "Anyone messes with you, you come let me know, alright?"

"Okay."

I rode away with the feeling of them inside me still lingering in my memory.

While neither of them had loved me the way Eddie and the other guys had, I had still just been fucked up the ass by two High School teenagers.

I smiled all the way home.

A comment that I had heard myself make came back to me along the way.

"I'm working my way up to grown-ups, I guess."

The thought gave me a mild boner.

Could I actually get a grown-up to play with me? That would be the coolest.

To be continued...