WARNING: This story is homoerotic in content. This means that it may and probably will involve male on male sex of various ages. Also note that my characters do not wear condoms and that is because they are FICTIONAL. The readership for this sort of work is 18+ in my country and probably most others so do't let your little brother peep.
ALL MY CHARACTERS, PLACES AND SITUATIONS ARE FICTIONAL AND THE EVENTS PORTRAYED TAKE PLACE ON PLANET CUTTER. ANY RESEMBLENCE TO REAL PEOPLE, PLACES, ETC. ETC. IS TOTALLY COINCIDENTAL.
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EERIE, INDIANA
1 - Just Three Boys
by
G. Cutter
'Jeez, I'm cooking,' Marshall spoke into the blue as he pushed his battered old bike along the towpath and looked longingly at the water rushing below them.
'Don't take the Lord's name in vain,' Simon intoned from his rear and then spoilt it all by giggling. 'It's damn hot as well.'
'Simon,' Marshall laughed. 'Foul language will send you straight to Hell.'
'Gotta be cooler than this.'
'Indeedy.' The boys walked side by side both pushing their bikes in file along the path until it widened. They were hoping to meet their odd pal Dash in the mill he called home and share in the shelter. They could lie in the shade and swop yarns and exchange tales on the latest weirdness encountered in their home town. Marshall was fourteeen and his sidekick and faithful aide Simon was a year younger but seemed uncertain when his birthday was. All rather odd for a young boy, boys and girls of his presumed age normally awaited birthdays like a vulture waiting for a meal to lie still but... hey, this was Eerie.
'My bits are all sweaty,' Simon observed as the mill appeared around a corner.
'Jeez..' Marshall replied despairingly as Simon sniggered alongside him. 'I wonder if he's in.'
They dropped their bikes in a clatter outside the old building, cautiously opened the big door and scuttled into the shade. It was still warm but not stonkingly hot like it was outside. They could hear the rush of the water passing under the floor and once their eyes adjusted to the gloom, could see Dash's bedroll and other belongings at the end of the large room. Dash himself appeared a moment later pulling his jeans up over what appeared to be a floral patterned pair of boxers. Both visitors blushed, it seemed they had disturbed their friend at a pee or maybe taking a crap. Both were necessary natural functions but not ones they paid a lot of heed to.
'Hi guys,' Dash remained bare chested and sauntered from the darker shadows he'd apeared from. 'What gives?'
'Nothing,' Marshall grinned trying not to ogle Dash's semi nakedness. He'd never really thought about Dash as a sexual object, in fact, he never thought of anyone as a sexual object but the slightly older boy was so white and so smooth, Marshall felt the familiar tingle down below. God, he was having one of his 'happenings' which seemed to occur more and more each and every day. He grunted, he was collecting a woody just looking at another boy. Simon was a little less restrained.
'You've got a nice body,' he blurted out.
'Fag,' Dash laughed and beckoned them into his nest. 'I've got some cold cans,' he bent over in the far corner and hauled a bag up attached to a rope, clearly a treasure had been dangling in the running water. He took three cans from what apeared to be a six pack and returned the bag to it's hole. 'Sit,' he commanded and handed the chilled drinks around.
'Phew,' Marshall sat and stripped off his own t-shirt, if Dash could flash his tits then so could he. He felt little Simon's eyes on him as he settled back and uncapped the drink. He was thinking evil thoughts but all boys think evil most of the time and it was a very hot afternoon after all. What had crossed his mind was a vision of the three of them laying naked and fondling each other but small chance and no chance of that he suspected. Mind you, Dash was rather sexy and Simon... well, Simon was just cuddly.
They must have lain there for an hour or so and Dash relaxed enough to pull his jeans off and lay there in his boxers. Marshall feeling rather brave also removed his shorts and lay there in his briefs but on his belly. He wasn't hard but he knew he was 'inflated' more than he should have been. He knew that Dash was aware and kept looking at him but thankfully Simon seemed oblivious to the atmosphere that could have been cut with a knife.
'I'm going for a splash... fancy a swim,' Dash stood and Marshall could have sworn the prematurely grey haired kid was perking in the nether regions. 'I need to cool off,' Dash grinned down at Marshall and jerked his head towards the back door which led to a platform rather like a jetty which overlooked the old mill pool.
'Yeah, yeah,' Simon leapt up and promptly dropped his shorts revealing briefs emblazoned with a Spiderman motif. The older boys laughed at the frail auburn haired youngster and his slender pale body but Simon didn't care, he was out of the back door in a flash and a second later they heard a splash and a frantic yell. 'It's freezing...'
'After you, Handsome,' Dash murmured and edged Marshall out of the door. Marshall jumped as he felt a hand brush across his bottom and take a quick feel.
''You're the handsome one,' he replied softly and stood out in the sun judging his jump. A second later he cannonballed alongside Simon almost sinking the smaller boy and a moment later Dash was with them. The water was cold initially but they soon got used to it and swam around splashing and catching the occasional arm or leg. Marshall was delighted to feel his privates shrinking in the cold but the sight of both his friends in clinging wet cotton and their two water beaded bodies was enough to keep his internal heat stoked. Simon was the first out and gave the older boys a treat as his briefs heavy with water drooped exposing most of his tiny white ass.
'Gawd,' Dash whispered close to Marshall.
'Ditto,' Marshall giggled feeling that hand again and on the same target. 'I think you have designs on my body.'
'Damn right,' Dash kissed him lightly on the back of the neck and swam for the jetty. Marshall was in shock, he knew he had the odd lusting for some schoolmates and even Simon but to be kissed out of the blue by Dash was something else. He watched Dash clamber from the water, the older boy's boxers didn't sag like Simon's but both halves of his sweet butt were clearly outlined in the wet material. Reluctantly Marshall got out praying that his traitor penis stayed soft. Thankfully it did and he went back into the shade to find his companions sprawled on what passed for a carpet. The conversation resumed but now it was different. The boy's damp bodies were almost touching and boy talk was in the air.
'There's something about this damn town,' Dash exclaimed after a long rant about the local shopkeepers and their ways.
'What's new?' Simon giggled.
'I haven't had a wet dream since I've been here,' Dash remarked very clearly and obviously fumbling with his crotch.
'Huh!' Marshall decided to let Dash lead the way with this one.
'What's a wet dream?' Simon had to say it.
'A nocturnal emission.'
'What?'
'When you dream sex, you harden up and do a little squirt all sorta unconciously,' Marshall decided to contribute. He suspected that Dash had a game plan and was willing to go along with it. This time he could feel himself definitely stiffening up inside his wet briefs.
'Tell me...' Simon looked eager but then again he was a knowledge hound and it seemed that his sexual education was sadly lacking for a boy of his age.
'You do get hard?' Dash spoke to Simon but looked across at Marshall and then glanced down at the dark haired boys groin. 'Your pecker perks, your woody jerks, your softy gets solid, etcetera, etcetera.'
'Yeah, all the time,' Simon blushed as he was prone to, he was red headed after all. 'What's a nocturnal thingy though?'
'Overflow,' Dash responded briefly. 'Boys get to a certain stage where their hormones are bubbling under... to get biblical they have to spill their seed.'
'The Sin of Onan,' Marshall contributed. 'If you don't jerk off you'll have wet dreams... and if you do,' he laughed shortly. It was one of his personal problems, he jerked off at least twice a day and still had a wet dream every now and then. He'd be having a damn sight more now with the image of the wet and almost naked Dash in his mind's eye.
'Oh...' Simon mumbled still red faced. 'I don't jerk off and I don't have wet dreams either. Mind you I do wake up a bit sticky now and then.' He covered his face with his hands. 'More than you want to know,' he sniggered.
'Not really,' Dash looked at Marshall as if making a decision. 'It's time for you to start jerking off, beating your meat, wanking, call it what you want.'
'Dunno how,' Simon mumbled.
'Wanna learn?' Marshall was fully hard now and couldn't do a thing about it. He was also aware where Dash was going as he could see the older boy was displaying a healthy erection inside his boxers. It was now or never and it all hinged on Simon.
'Yeah,' Simon spoke through his hands and both older boys grinned at each other... as easy as falling off a log.
'Huddle in,' Dash instructed and tugged the now giggling Simon so that he was sandwiched between himself and Marshall, it was a wankfest or maybe a group wank but the initial awkwardness was over and Simon submitted to his briefs being tugged down although his hands were back over his face again, he was wriggling a little but made no effort to hold onto his Spideys.
Eyes on each other Marshall and Dash removed their underwear and lay naked either side of the diminutive Simon. Simon may have been confused by the talk of do-it-yourself sex but his solid penis which must have come in at a good four inches jutted up on his rounded belly with it's foreskin retracted fully leaving his gleaming dark red glans shining in the poor light. Marshall's five coming on six strained upwards as well and Dash's full six inches was well on it's way complete with little bead of milky fluid at his pee slit.
'Hold it with finger and thumb or clasp it in your fist,' Marshall instructed getting into the spirit of things.
'Mine or yours?' Simon mumbled playing straight into the older boy's hands.
'You do him, I'll do you,' Dash grinned wickedly at Marshall, things were going better than he'd expected but he wasn't finished yet with these two innocents. He'd dropped a few exploratory remarks in the past and decided that the two home boys were either total virgins or at least innocents and no way did they do 'boy things' together but there's a first time for everything.
'Where's your spare skin?' Simon demanded looking at Marshall's circumcised penis, he took a feel at the jerking fleshy shaft and then took a firm grasp as if it was a fishing pole.
'He's circumcised,' Dash took Simon's hardness between his forefinger and thumb and slowly moved the loose skin to and fro over the youngster's knob.
'Ooooh...' Simon giggled and started to move his fist up and down on Marshall's erection.
'Don't hold it so tightly, Sy,' Marshall groaned but noticed that Dash was moving around and quickly figured out what the older boy was doing. He grinned as Dash came into range and reached out. Dash smiled a very wide smile as Marshall took hold. The local boy wasn't that dumb after all and had a nice grip. The boys took their time getting used to each other until Dash took another great leap forward.
'Wanna treat, Sy?'
'Yeah.'
'One condition... no badmouthing, no laughing.'
'OK, OK.' Simon was willing to try anything, this was fun. He was with his two heroes and one was handling his boyhood and he had hold of Marshall or more to the point Marshall's thick and hot cock.
'Close your eyes then,' Dash ordered. As Simon obeyed Dash looked at Marshall for the last time and ducked his head taking Simon's slightly slimy glans into his mouth. From his first taste he realised whatever the boy thought, he was producing cum albeit very thin and almost watery but the taste was there.
'Jeez...' Marshall and Simon spoke at the same time. Well, Marshall spoke and Simon cried out but he held Dash's head tightly as it moved up and down on his straining pecker. He was in heaven, he was going to remark on this being faggotry plain and simple but heeded Dash's warning. Marshall was thunderstruck, he'd heard of this but never imagined it happening and to little Sy. He held his breath as Simon moved around and licked his belly. Surely not?
'Siiiiimon,' Marshall groaned in absolute pleasure. The smaller boy had with absolutely no hesitation licked his pee slit tasting the boy cum oozing from it and had then sunk his mouth over the sweetmeat and started to suck. There was only one more move to make and Marshall made it. 'Come closer,' he rasped and looked at Dash. More shuffling around and Marshall was in on the act. He was taking his first taste of young cock whilst being blown by his best buddy. Truly an afternoon to remember. Marshall didn't know if he was in Heaven or Hell, Simon had solved the teeth problem and was now sucking away like a child on a teat and Marshall had his own mouth full of Dash's thick and super stiff cock.
'Oh, oh, oh...' Simon squealed and as he did so Dash reached under and grasped the boy's soft butt and took the straining kiddy cock right in feeling the tickle of Simon's sparse pubics on his nose. 'Aaaaah... Dash,' Simon gobbled around Marshall's hardness and his hips jerked as his cock jerked it's very first climax into Dash's eagerly sucking mouth.
'Yum, yum,' Dash lay back and ruffled Marshall's thick dark hair, Simon had moved up and was cuddling him as he moved again, this time he was going for something bigger.
Marshall thought Simon had abandoned him and he had but Dash had also moved and taken over, the two were now sixty nining. Marshall didn't know the term but Dash did and he grinned around Marshall's slippery sex. Now this was the real thing and Marshall was his real target for the short term, after that would come Simon but early days as yet.
'I'm gonna...' Marshall bleated. 'I'm gonna cum.'
'Let it flow,' Dash managed to splutter just before he felt the first warm splash in his mouth and then two or three mouth filling blasts. Marshall's spunk was thick and creamy and Dash swallowed it down feeling his own heat arising and then the blessed relief as as he twitched and spent his own load into Marshall's eager swallows. He was a bit surprised that Marshall had taken it all down but pleased. It was a promise of better things to come or is it cum?
'On my life,' Marshall gasped tasting Dash's thick semen in his mouth. He never thought he'd do it but he'd steeled himself, in the back of his mind he knew that this was only the beginning and if he could handle Dash he could surely managed the smaller Simon.
'That was so faggy,' Simon burst out. 'Nice though,' he looked at the others and blushed again.
'Great,' Dash looked at his two friends. Simon's penis had shrunk to nothing but Marshall's spit and cum stained organ still lay thick and heavy upon his lower belly. 'Marshall's ready for more,' he observed.
'I'll do it, I'll do it,' Simon squealed.
'Later,' Marshall grinned tiredly and with leaden legs dragged himself to his feet. 'Last one in's a yoyo.' he rushed out of the door still fully naked and dived into the pool closely followed by Dash. In the water Dash grabbed him and pulled him in tightly.
'What time do your parents and sister go to bed?'
'I dunno,' Marshall wriggled against the bigger boy as Simon cautiously peered around making sure no one was watching them. 'About eleven, not very late as they both have to work.'
'I may pay you a visit,' Dash smirked. 'Show you another trick.'
Marshall grinned. He knew Dash wouldn't come but it was nice to pretend, as far as he knew Dash didn't even know where he lived. All that was forgotten as Dash and he were dunked by a flying Simon, after that it was mayhem but with a difference. The cold water and activity had it's usual effect... it refreshed. After five minutes it was all gropes and grabs, poor (or lucky) Simon bore the brunt of it and he loved being the centre of attraction, he took to being the meat sandwich between Marshall and Dash like a duck to water and Marshall for one was convinced that Simon was 'easy', Dash had other ideas, he was after Marshall. Eventually they clambered from the pond and returned to the mill and lay in the dusty gloom and chilled. Once again Simon was between the larger boys and now a little braver took each into his hands. He smiled happily at the ceiling as he lay on his back with a hard cock in each hand and slowly wanked them bringing both to full hardness.
'You've gone this far,' Dash finally croaked turning inwards. 'You'll have to finish us off.'
Simon just laughed and turning towards Dash presented his back to Marshall. Marshall promptly moved in and slid his hardness between the smaller boy's legs as Simon bent over and gently licked at Dash's erection before taking the meaty mass into his mouth. He'd been amazed at the amount of spunk the bigger boys had produced earlier and was determined to join the club properly and drink Dash dry. The grey haired boy smiled across at Marshall and slowly fed his mass into Simon's gobbling, Marshall grinned back, he had his penis up between Simon's upper thighs and the smaller boy had clamped on him. Marshall was having a virtual fuck and Simon was in danger of being pronged 'by accident'.
'Gawd... this is so nice,' he moved between Simon's tightly clamped legs reaching around and fondling the smaller boy's jerking and twitching cock.
'You can say that again,' Dash moaned ruffling Simon's ginger hair.
'Gawd... this is so nice,' Marshall giggled and moved faster, he could feel the tingling in his balls and his heat rising - he was on the verge of squirting his all between Simon's smooth thighs.
This joining was totally different than the last. The previous little get together had been tentative, experimental and almost shy, this one was confident and nearly animalistic as Dash face fucked little Simon and the boy took it all. Marshall was fucking although not actually docked in any sort of a port, he was between Simon's tightly clamped thighs now slippery with sweat and his own precum.
'Oh, oh...' Dash yelled and thrust deeply into Simon's throat nearly choking the boy and discharging his juicy spunk deep into Simon's avid swallows. Simon had wanted a man sized load and got one but he was in for more, He felt Marshall thrust between his legs and then Marshall held him in a death grip and his creamy fluid spilt and coated Simon's inside thighs and up and under his tight little scrotum. Dash was the first to recover and pushed the other two off him and dived down onto Simon lapping at Marshall's abundant spillage and then finished off by swallowing Simon's jerking cocklet until the ginger haired kid screamed his climax.
'Shush...' Marshall put his hand over Simon's mouth restraining the boy as Simon managed his very first visible cum. The way the kid was waving his legs about Marshall knew he could have thrust into Simon's tiny little pucker but he'd gone limp, he was done for the rest of the afternoon.
They lay there with their arms around each other thinking their seperate thoughts.
Simon wanted more, he knew he'd hooked both Dash and Marshall and now he wanted to play with them individually.
Marshall also wanted more but most of all he wanted to take Simon and he meant take him all the way. If he could cum as much between his pals legs what could he achieve rammed up that tight little ass.
Dash was glowing. What had started as a bit of a laugh had developed into a double and he had designs on both Marshall and Simon, he liked younger boys and these two were as good as in the bag. Unknown to both Marshall and Simon, Dash had hustled in the past and he knew exactly what he wanted and that was virgin boys and here were two laying with him in the warm and dusty mill. Contrary to Marshall's beliefs Dash knew exactly where the handsome, dark haired boy lived and he even knew which was Marshall's bedroom and tonight was going to be the night.
'We gotta keep this top secret,' Simon whispered as if the mill was bugged.
'We will,' Dash reassured him after a glance at Marshall. Both knew they were onto a good thing and didn't want any rocking of the boat. Marshall was so tired he was operating on auto pilot but he knew or rather suspected that the grey haired Dash had an agenda and that agenda included himself. If by some miracle Dash found his house and they got together Marshall knew they would be in a totally different ball game. On the pretext of sorting his clothing out he scribbled his address on a piece of paper and slid it to Dash unseen by Simon. Dash smiled, better and better, Marshall wanted him as much as he wanted Marshall.
'You know that kid Nick?' Simon suddenly spoke.
'The kid who knocks about with Eddy. The smoothy good looker with the tippy up nose?' Marshall laughed. He remembered the two from a short time back when Simon had made friends with Mr Wilson the ATM. Come to think of it Nick was rather sweet in a scruffy sort of way.
'Yeah,' Simon blushed for the umpteenth time. 'I like him.'
'We'll work on it,' Dash promised. 'I might know him.'
'Have a discreet word,' Simon blushed even deeper. Any more blushing and he'd burst into flame.
'I'll try, no promises,' Dash smiled. Funnily enough he'd had his eye on young Nick more as opposition on the hustling front as anything but Simon was right, the kid was rather sweet. Eerie was an isolated faming community and there were lots of opportunities for a young man to earn or score if he were willing and discreet but don't forget the discreet.
'We'd better make a move,' Marshall wriggled back into his briefs, they were almost dry and the other two got to their feet... the party was over.
'Secret Society,' Dash stuck his hand out.
'Secret,' Simon placed his hand onto Dash's.
'Very secret,' Marshal agreed placing his hand on top of the others and that was it, the first meet of a long summer's relationship. It probably wasn't the only summer romance happening in Eerie but it was the only one that mattered to our three heroes.
They parted at long last agreeing to meet up the following afternoon for another swim and whatever went with it. Marshall and Dash didn't mention their proposed night time meeting to Simon but with the passing of his address Marshall had sealed the deal and both of the older boys knew it.
Later on Simon had dinner at the Teller household but this was nothing new, still later in Marshall's room they had a very minor play around but both boys agreed to save their strength for the following afternoon at the mill. As soon as Simon had left Marshall had a shower and watched televison as the clock seemed to crawl around it's dial. All he could think of was Dash's naked body and of course, of Simon's pert little bottom He had to get there before Dash but unbeknown to him that's exactly what the grey haired boy had in mind.
Marshall favoured old washed out beach shorts for sleepwear, they were soft and loose enough to be comfortable and that was how he lay on top of his bed at midnight wondering if Dash would turn up. His room had easy access as the outside wall and had a strong trellis which ran past his window, he'd used it enough for night time escapades and could vouch for it's safety. He had the lights off apart from a small lava lamp on his desk and suddenly sat up, the trellis had creaked and he closed his eyes pretending to be asleep. He heard the rustle of the curtains and then got his wakeup call. There was a pressure on the side of his bed and then soft lips touched his.
'Umpfh...' he flapped his arms and reached out to clasp his visitor.
'Cool it, Marsh.' The pressure eased and then the lips returned and they kissed longer and more passionately. Marshall had never kissed another boy and he liked it, what he liked more was the fact that Dash's hand had burrowed up the leg of his baggy shorts and gently clasped his now fully aroused penis. 'Time to get undressed,' Dash broke contact and stood by the side of the bed.
Marshall was treated to a slow striptease as the older boy disposed of his clothing and finally stood in his naked paleness with his six inches of rampant boy meat jutting and very clearly ready for the off. 'Come closer,' he rasped and as Dash moved in Marshall grasped hot and hard flesh guiding it to his mouth. There was no point in messing around, he wanted Dash and he wanted him all the way. He clasped Dash's soft and smooth butt cheeks as the other boy straddled him and slowly moved to and fro pumping his hardness into wet suction.
'Mmmmmm...' Dash sighed and stroked Marshall's thick hair. He leant back a bit so that his bare bottom rubbed on Marshall's twitched penis which had become exposed as Marshall had shucked down his shorts. 'You like that?' Dash muttered rubbing his crack on Marshall's heat. 'Yeah, you like that.'
'Yeah,' Marshall croaked trying to hold Dash in his mouth and holding his hips as Dash gyrated on his hot cock. Marshall closed his eyes, he moaned and felt the same as he had between Simon's thighs but he knew there was more to come this time.
'Bet you wish this was your little pal,' Dash moved down, his hardness slipped from Marshall's mouth and mashed against Marshall's in an orgy of precum coated boy cock's, their lips met again as they belly fucked against each other but all the time Marshall held the delicious orbs of Dash's smooth butt.
'You'll do,' Marshall smiled. He didn't quite know to go about fucking Dash but he was pretty certain that the other boy was up for it.
'After you pop Simon's cherry put in a good word for me, I'd like seconds.'
'Show me how and you've got a deal,' Marshall heard himself say.
'You've got it,' Dash replied quickly. He'd got what he wanted and now it was just a matter of instructing and deflowering young Marshall. Now this was a mission he was looking forward to.
'Come on then,' Marshall moved against Dash urgently, he could feel his balls tight up in their sac, if something didn't happen soon he was going to explode.
'Get rid of your shorts,' Dash instucted kneeling up so that his waving cock was in Marshall's face again. 'I brought a little assistance,' he reached out and grabbed his jeans which were still on the bed. As Marshall wriggled about shucking off his shorts Dash took a tube from his pocket and uncapped it.
'What's that?'
'The asistance,' Dash stiffled a laugh and squeezed something from the tube onto his hand and reached behind him. Marshall nearly fainted as he felt Dash's hand grasp his organ in an oily grip and slowly wank it upright. Dash repeated his maneuver and Marshall felt more oil being smeared onto his knob and then down his shaft. 'Hold my waist, hold me steady,' Dash demanded lowering himself a little from his raised kneeling position and also holding Marshall's well oiled cock upright.
'Oh, my God,' Marshall froze as he felt his cock slip between Dash's spread buns. His first thought was: Dash had done this before and his second was that he'd died and gone to heaven. His precum and oil coated glans pressed against Dash's spread pucker, there was the slightest resistance and he was surrounded by heat and tightness as he slipped into Dash's body. The fact was that Dash's body was slipping onto him but no matter, he was entering Dash. The grey haired boy's eyes were shut as he slowly dropped taking in Marshall's stiff five inches of hot cock until his smooth cheeks lightly rested on Marshall's groin.
'Stay in tight, roll onto our sides and then you go on top,' Dash muttered and started to drop onto his side. Marshall grabbed his hips and stayed completely sheathed in the older boy's body. As they lay on their sides briefly he rolled again until he was sprawled on Dash's outstretched body with Dash's legs stuck up in the air. The final move was for Dash to drop his legs and wrap them around Marshall's waist. 'Now you fuck,' Dash opened his eyes and grinned. 'Big Boy...' Dash grinned and grasped Marshall's ass binding them in tighter. 'I'm gonna so enjoy fucking you after this.'
Marshall wasn't paying attention and barely heard the threat, he was already moving. No one need telling how to fuck once the prelims are out of the way. He flathanded the bedding and started to slowly move in and out of the deliciously slick tightness beneath. As he moved faster and faster and Dash began to moan he dropped his head and sealed Dash's lips with his own. This was glorious, sublime and he was so hard. His erection felt like an iron bar and Dash was squeezing and relaxing his buttocks in time with the thrusts. Dash grinned through the kiss, Marshall wasn't the only one having fun.
His first fuck was just about over, all that remained was the climax and Marshall felt it coming in every nerve of his body. He bared his teeth in a snarl as he finished up in a flurry of steel hard thrusts and he felt his penis burn with what seemed like a flame as the first shot of creamy spunk travelled up his shaft and entered Dash's squirming body and then came the follow ups as wave after wave of his body's juices squirted and splattered into Dash's slick tunnel. It was over and as sweat sheened his face Marshall slowly came down from his high and lay on Dash feeling the older boy's hardness between them as his own softening penis slipped from Dash's floded hole.
'Jeeesus, Marsh... you come like a donkey,' Dash held his lover stroking Marshall's clammy buttocks knowing that he would soon be deep inside them soon and taking Marshall's sweet virginity.
'How many donkey's have you fucked with?' Marshall grinned tiredly. Dash kept quiet, he felt that Marshall didn't want to hear about his hustling exploits. Marshall got from the bed and wiped himself with a dirty t-shirt and then sat and wiped off Dash's sweaty chest and around his arousal. 'That's mine I guess,' surprisingly he smiled again and flipped Dash's jerking cock with a finger.
'Lay on your side,' Dash moved across the bed leaving room for Marshall to lie down again. Marshall obeyed. He was in a curious situation, he was reluctant but he was keen at the same time... go figure. He felt Dash snuggle up behing him and he felt the older boy's hardness press against his ass but he jumped all the same as he felt Dash's oiled fingers slip into his crack and then the sudden intrusion. Dash had quickly and without any warning slipped a finger into his hole and was moving it to and fro. 'You need relaxing,' Dash murmured. 'A first timer needs a bit of lube and don't forget you'll have to do the same for Sy, he is a lot smaller than you.'
'Gotcha,' Marshall wriggled on the finger delving deeper and deeper, he raised his upper leg slightly feeling Dash's finger move in a circular motion as it moved in and out, suddenly it withdrew leaving him with an empty feeling... just as he was beginning to like it. He grinned into the pillow but kept his peace, he didn't want Dash to know he was looking forward to what was to come.
Suddenly it happened, Marshall felt the slimy pressure of Dash's glans nudge between his buns and then a stretching as the mass parted his pucker. He pushed back automatically judging it better than trying to break free. He'd accepted what was to happen and in a perverse way wanted it, one thing was clear, he needed this experience before he tried anything similar with little Simon or even Nick and that stray thought came from out of nowhere. Nick, Nick, Nickee... he thought of the slender boy in Dash's place. The kid was far better looking than Dash and Marshall felt himself get hard again as he thought of sweet Nick's body pressed against his back.
'Good boy,' Dash whispered and pushing Marshall onto his belly mounted properly forcing Marshall's legs apart getting between them. 'Yessss... Dash pushed in all the way feeling Marshall relaxing and also feeling that this was what Marshall wanted. Perhaps the two of them weren't all that different after all. After that it was routine. Dash started slowly at first sinking his full length into Marshall and then slipping it almost free before repeating the procedure. Marshall was tight as befits a recently deflowered virgin and soon began to moan and finally mutter 'faster' and 'harder'. Dash grinned, now this was what scoring was all about. Marshall was a good fuck as well as a good fucker.
'I could get to like this,' Marshall's voice quavered as he clutched his pillow but he shoved his bottom up to meet Dash's thrusts and that was it as far as Dash was concerned... he went animal
'Yeah, yeah, yeah...' he chanted as he pounded into Marshall's soft buttocks and furiously munched at the younger boy's neck ramming and slapping his way to a sweaty climax. When it came it was a good one and Marshall squirmed and wriggled as he felt Dash's six inches buried deep in his ass explode wave after wave of creamy love juice, hot and slippery, deep and thick.
'Golly gosh,' Marshall whispered shakily clamping hard on Dash and feeling the older boy's hardness slip from it's spunk filled nest
'How do you feel?' Dash asked anxiously cuddling Marshall in tight.
'Fucked,' Marshall smirked. 'And squishy.'
'Not despondant and disgusted?' Dash asked anxiously.
'What's done is done,' Marshall grinned. 'Don't worry, I'm not going to call rape.'
'And Simon's in your sights?' Dash pushed Marshall over onto his back and grasped Marshall's reawakened boyhood.
'And that kid Nick,' Marshall grinned.
'Now he's sweet.'
'Pervo.'
'Faggot.' They both laughed. The house remained silent as Marshall turned inwards, they had all the time in the world.
To be continued
EERIE, INDIANA dates back to 1993 so. Omri Katz (Marshall Teller) and his pals may be unfamilar to present day readers. If you'd like to see what the boys look like I'd be happy to send the Zip File 'EERIE - 1' to anyone who writes... these are screen captures and perfectly decent/legal by the way. I shall probably produce a Zip File 'Eerie - 2' when I release the second chapter with a couple of additional characters.
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