First Date

This story is completely fiction and standard disclaimers apply. This story is intended for adults. It contains descriptions of sex between a grown man and a 17-year-old boy. If you are under the age of 18, if this material is illegal in your place of residence, or if man-boy relationships aren't your thing, then exit now. Otherwise, I hope you like it! I welcome any comments. I would like to know my reading audience so tell me something about yourself and what you liked (or disliked) about the story. troy161@hotmail.com

FIRST DATE

By Troy

Part II

His muscles glistened in the sun, sweat pouring out of his pores. Okay, so he wouldn't let me lick the sweat off his muscles out there in the yard. But I wanted to taste his sweat. I took the glass back inside and heard the lawn mower shut off. I went into the garage and let the tailgate down and tossed the mattress in the bed of the truck. Jason brought the mower in and I put the garage door down. He came around to the back of the truck wiping sweat with his shirt.

"Don't," I said, taking the shirt from him, and I leaned in and began licking the sweat off his muscles. He sat on the tailgate and leaned back a little. I groped the front of his shorts.

"Ohhh...ohh yeah...but I wanta fuck you," he said.

"Okay, but first you promised me sweat," I said as I tugged his shorts down. I took them off of him and he laid back on the truck in his jockstrap and work boots.

"Okay, lap it up," he said, setting his legs wide.

I dove for his crotch, drinking in the manly aroma. I loved the smell of fresh sweat, not too old, mixed with a trace of deodorant and his natural man-smell. I lapped my tongue up in the crevice between his bulging jockstrap and the apex of his thigh, then went to the other side. I nuzzled in under the heavy bulge. I sucked the aroma out of his jockstrap and felt his cock begin to rise. His jockstrap, my favorite, was old and worn and dingy, with little pick-holes that were gradually growing into tears. I loved clamping my mouth over it and finding the tiny holes with my tongue. I shoved my shoulders under his thighs and stood up, raising him up with me and pressed his legs up against his chest.

"Hold your legs up for me," I said.

He locked his arms around his legs and tilted his butt up off the mattress, spread wide, framed in the straps of his jockstrap. I leaned down and buried my face between the tight, round muscles and began lapping the crack of his ass. Godd, he tasted good. The male-sweet musk was always the best there and I lapped it up hungrily.

"Dam, you fuckin' like my sweat, don't you?"

"Love it," I said. I pulled his butt apart, stretching his hole open and flicked my tongue into the opening.

"Ohhh...Awwwh, that feels so good! Shit, you always torture me, flicking your tongue around the edge like that...please, shove it in and give me some good tongue."

I did, but not right away. I tortured him first, till I had him almost squealing and thrashing his butt around like he was in heat. Then I tongued him. I washed the inside of his ass with my tongue. Then I worked a finger in. I barely found his prostate when he let out a groan and grabbed my wrist.

"No...Godd, I can't stand it when you do that...you're gonna make me come, and I don't wanta come yet. I want to fuck you." With that he raised up and stepped off the truck bed and turned me around in his favorite position, bent over the tailgate. I spread my legs, set my feet out wide, ready for him.

"Dam, you've got a great ass," he said as he caressed my butt and pressed his jock in the crack.

It felt like he had about ten pounds of meat stuffed in his jockstrap and I trembled a little, as I always did, as I imagined it being buried in my ass. Maybe he did have ten pounds, including his bull-sized balls. Then I felt the heat of his bare cock. It was gone for a moment but returned, hot and slick with lubricant. I braced myself as he set the head on target. Then he clamped his big hands around my hips and pushed. He was never brutal, but he didn't treat me like a pussy either. He pushed relentlessly till the head popped in and without pause, buried his cock slowly in till his hard, hairy loins pressed against my butt. It always took my breath away when he entered me, like he was pushing the air out of my lungs, not to mention the way he stretched my asshole so wide with his girth the size of a baseball bat. He paused only for a few seconds before he started fucking me.

"Ohhhhhhhh,, every time I do this it's like the first time. Godd, I love the feel of your ass squeezing my cock," he said.

Knowing I was in for a ride, I reached out and grabbed the top corners of the mattress to hang onto. The kid could fuck! He angled his cock upward and banged the head against the base of my spine, raised up on his toes to aim down for my prostate. I cried out when he hit it, but not for him to stop. He caused a strange sort of pain that I liked, followed by the incessant feeling that I had to come as he slid his cock back and forth across my love nut. Then he fucked me straight in, pounding the sphincter/barrier that he'd found, beating at the tight O-ring till it began to open up. I could feel it expanding with each thrust till suddenly he burst through it into that no-man' s-land that literally no man had ever reached before. He fucked the head of his cock back and forth through the tight ring, pulling and stretching it and causing havoc with my emotions. I wanted to scream, and I decided right then and there that we had to move this out someplace where we could be alone and fuck with abandon.

He pulled back then till my sphincter was locked tightly around the rim of his cock. I loved it when he did this. He would tug back, pulling my asshole practically inside out, till the head popped free then he would fuck back through the gaping hole and do it again. He picked up his pace and fucked me hard, just back and forth through my sphincter, popping my asshole with each thrust and withdrawal. Then he slammed his cock all the way in me, banging against the barrier and through the second sphincter. I buried my face in the mattress to stifle my scream. As usual, he fucked my eyeballs out. He fucked me silly and he knew it and he loved doing it. He loved to make he yell and groan and scream and beg him to fuck me and beg him to stop and beg him not to. He loved to see me clawing the mattress, trying to hang onto my sanity.

"I'm gonna fuck it deep in you, as far as I can go," he said as a matter of warning.

I thought he had been fucking me as far as his cock could reach, but that's not what he meant. He showed me what he was saying. He shoved his cock in deep and used tiny strokes to fuck back and forth through my O-ring, non-stop, till suddenly I felt the heat of his come bursting into my innermost love-channel. He scalded me with it and the heat spread through my body. It was so different than getting it shot in my ass; this was searing the depths of my soul.

He emptied his balls in me and held me tight till his cock had spurted out every last drop of come and my O-ring kept squeezing around the head till it gradually pulled back and the hole closed up till next time. He took his time pulling his cock back through my guts and at the end of it he tugged on my sphincter a few times with the rim of the head before he pulled free. I heard his cock slap against his thigh with a soft smack. He staggered to turn around and sit beside me on the tail-gate.

"Goddam, that really takes it out of me," he gasped as he rubbed his hand over my much-abused butt.

"Shit, I can't even get up," I said. "My legs are numb from shaking so bad."

"As soon as I get my strength back in my legs, I'll stand up and help you up," he said.

When he pulled me up, I staggered and he steadied me against him, chest against chest, and it was the closest we had ever come to an embrace since we had kissed. I had only to lean in a couple of inches and I could've kissed him but of course I didn't. He gave me a funny, almost frightened look, and we moved apart.

"One of these days my dad's going to come looking for me and wonder what the hell's going on in here," he said.

"I've thought about. I've already got the solution."

"What is it?"

"I'll show you next time you come over; it'll be ready."

I was prompted to put in the alarm when his dad did come looking for Jason one day when he wasn't there. He was acting kind of funny, I thought; uneasy and without a prompt answer when I asked him what he needed him for. I decided it was a good time to take that bull by the horns.

"Look, Jim, if you're worried about Jason...anything inappropriate...don't be," I said. "He's a great kid, and we have a great relationship, but it's not that kind of relationship."

He looked down, kicking his heel in against the sidewalk. "I, uh... .I admit it did cross my mind," he said, rather embarrassed. "But thanks for saying it." "From what I hear about the girls, I seriously doubt that anybody could even start up that kind of relationship with your son," I told him.

"You probably hear more about the girls than I do," he said.

"That's because I'm not his dad." "I'm sorry for my suspicions," he said. "Don't be sorry. That's your job. If he were my son I would be just as protective. And if I ever had a son, I would want him to be just like Jason. You 've raised an exceptional young man there, Jim."

"Well, the jury's still out on that," he said.

"If he shows up, I'll send him home," I said.

"No, that's okay, I can see him at dinner," he said.

So I had that out of the way...something that had been on mind for quite a while...but I had the alarm put in to cover my ass. I felt guilty as shit, giving the man reassurances while I was having sex with his son, and plotting ways to protect out little love nest in the garage. A tiny electric eye was attached to the front corner of the house that would detect anyone walking up the drive and sound a quiet alarm inside the garage and in the house, giving us the seconds we needed to get ourselves straightened up and the door unlocked before his dad possibly appeared on the scene. It saved our asses once. I heard the mower shut off and a moment later Jason came in from the yard through the side door where I was waiting on the tailgate. "Man, I'll bet we've got more miles on the tailgate of your truck than you have on the odometer," he joked. He wasn't wearing his jockstrap today and his cock bulged against the sweat-soaked material of his shorts. He pulled them off and as a matter of course he climbed up in the back of the truck and squatted down over my face for me to lick the sweat off his balls and suck it off his cock and out of his crotch, and my favorite place, his ass. He didn't linger after he thought I had him cleaned. He climbed back off the truck and lifted my legs onto his shoulders. He took the tube of lube that I'd laid there and greased up his cock and my asshole and gently but firmly entered me. He let me get used to it, not by holding still, but by sliding his cock slowly in and out of my ass till I stopped wincing and groaning. Then he started fucking me, setting his own pace, his own rhythm. He knew that any way he did it was okay with me. It didn't matter where his cock was in my ass, he knew he could drive me wild with it. We were fucking like crazy when suddenly the alarm sounded; a soft, half-dozen beeps. "Oh, Geesuss, I'll bet that's my dad!" he gasped as he jerked his cock out of me so fast I was afraid he might have turned my guts inside out. He snatched up his shorts and pulled them on while I scrambled into my cutoffs. He hustled out the side door while I tossed the mattress aside and rushed to open the overhead door. Sure enough, his dad was coming up the driveway. "Hey Dalton," I greeted him casually, praying the guilt didn't show on my face. "Is Jason here?" he asked. "Yeah, he's out working in the yard," I said. He went out the side door and I went over to peer out the rear window. I didn 't know what Jason was doing...he had already brought the mower in...but I saw that he had grabbed the spade on the way out the door. He was digging up a spot along the fence. When I saw him from the side I thought, Godd, don't let his dad see him like that! His shorts were still bulging terribly from his hardon and if he moved just right, the dam thing would jump right out the leg of his shorts! "Hey, dad," he greeted him without turning completely around. "Hey, Jason." He didn't say anything else for a minute and I was sure that he had come to check on his son again. "Ben wants to create a flower bed along the fence. I was just digging it up,"

he said. "Okay. Your mom said she thought you went over to Braden's house but when she called you weren't there." "No, Braden wasn't going right home so I came by here to get a head start on this project," Jason said. He sounded convincing enough, but I wasn't sure from the look on his dad's face, if he had convinced the man. Ben came back in the garage. "He's one hell of a worker," I said. "Yeah, he appreciates you giving him the work," he said. "Oh, I'm not giving him anything," I assured him. "He earns every dollar I pay him. I'm finally managing to get caught up on all the projects I wanted to do." "Well, he appreciates the money." I had the feeling I had slipped back a couple of paces; I was sure his dad was suspicious of something going on. I took it head on again. I told Jason what I was going to do. I went down to the house the first time I saw Jason working out in their yard. I told Dalton that I wanted to invite him and Jason to go on a camping trip with me that weekend. Inviting Jason and his dad, I couldn't be accused of any ulterior motives or unsavory ideas. "Jason could bring a friend along," I went on. "I'd like to...sounds like fun...but I'm going to be away this weekend," he said. "Maybe some other time." "Or, Jason could still invite a friend along," I said. The timing was right... . Dad would be gone...and I didn't want to put it off till later when he could go. "Yeah, that'd be great. I could invite Braden," Jason said, quickly picking up on his cue. "Okay, then the four of us can make a weekend of it sometime," his dad said. The next time Jason saw me he asked, "Hey, you didn't really want me to invite anybody along, did you?"

"Not unless you want to," I said.

"I would if it was somebody I thought I could trust."

"We'll manage by ourselves, then," I said.

The site I had picked out was in the uppermost reaches of a twenty-thousand acre park, way past the wilderness campgrounds. I wasn't even sure it was part of the park. There were never any signs that anyone had been there. We had to hike up the hills to reach the site.

"Is this someplace you've been before?" Jason asked as we were reached the top where the hills began to level off.

"Yeah. I decided awhile back that this is were I needed to bring you, where we can be as loud as we want."

"Are you sure nobody will come along, cause I can make you get awfully loud," he said.

"If they do, do you think they'll believe what they see?" I said, laughing.

We didn't come to camp or enjoy the scenery or go on nature hikes. The only scenery I noticed was Jason. We came for sex and we got right to it. Even before we set up the tent, I was on my knees sucking his huge cock. He fucked me in the grass and I let it go, yelling at the top of my lungs, screaming when he burst my O-ring with the head of his cock. Only after he had shot off a tremendous load did we set up the tent. The boy was insatiable, as if the woods and the open air were pumping his testosterone to dangerous levels.

Part way through I was thinking I could've used some help, and thought of who I might invite to come along some time. I didn't keep score. All I knew was that it would have taken a stack of score cards. It was the most incredible time of my life, and Jason said it was for him too. He couldn't believe anything could be so great. I couldn't believe he could keep his cock hard for so many hours out of the day and night. I didn't believe a pair of balls on a teenager could produce so much come! When we headed back down at the end of the weekend I wasn't sure my legs would carry me, they were so shaky. Jason said his were, too, and that his butt was sore from all the work.

"Your butt!" I exclaimed. "What about my butt?"

Eighteen

The warm spring was heading toward summer and with it would come Jason's eighteenth birthday, and sadly, his graduation. It was hard to realize that we had so much under our belt already. I was concerned about him. He still dated girls but he never talked about making out with any of them. I didn' t pry but I did bring it up in a roundabout way. We were coming back from another camping trip.

"Jason..."

"Yeah? Something wrong?"

"No, not really, I've just been thinking about something. We both know the sex is great..."

"Unbelievable," he said.

"Pretty much beyond description," I agreed. "But I've wondered about you and...girls."

"I'm still dating girls," he said. He sounded a little defensive and that bothered me.

"But you spend a lot of your time with me. Not that I've got any complaint about that, but I've thought it might be well if you spent more time with people your own age. I think your dad would feel better about it, too."

"Has my dad said anything?" he asked with a look of horror.

"No, but I get the impression that he has some suspicions. Besides, I'm not...well, what we've got... it isn't the sum total of what sex should be, especially for a guy like you."

"You think I should spread myself around, huh?" he joked. "Or are you afraid I might be turning gay?"

"I don't believe anyone turns gay. You are or you aren't; it's only a matter of discovery and admission."

"And you think I might discover that I'm gay, is that it?"

"No. I think you're a straight stud who loves having sex with a man," I said.

"Hey, I've thought about it, too," he said, as if to put me at ease. "And I've been thinking of a way to make that discovery, one way o the other."

"How?" I asked. "I never heard of anyone planning their discovery.

Mostly, it just happens...the realization. It's more a matter of facing it."

"I'll show you next time we go camping," he said.

I didn't pursue it but I couldn't wait till we went camping again.

Meanwhile, I had more and more uneasy feelings about Jason's dad. If he ever found out I didn't know what he would; whether he would charge me or kill me. I began to worry enough that I thought about breaking it off with Jason.

We were driving up to the park. Actually Jason was driving his new Jeep that he'd gotten as an early graduation present. He took a folded piece of paper out of the console.

"I should be ashamed to admit that things have been so one-sided all this time, for what...since I was twelve or thirteen? I intend to remedy that; and make my big life's decision in the process." He handed me the paper.

I unfolded it, my hands shaking. "Ben; On this trip I promise to even things by the following: (1) I will suck your cock (2) I will suck your balls (3) I will eat out your ass (4) I will let you fuck me, and (5) I will do anything else you might think of for me to do. Signed...Jason.

I was stunned, but equally impressed by his simple, open honesty. It sounded almost boyish, the way he wrote it.

"Jason...you don't have to do this," I said, my voice a bare whisper.

"Yeah, I do. You see, it says I promise."

"That's not a promise you have to keep," I said.

"Yeah...yeah, I do. I don't break promises," he said firmly. " Oh, there's one more thing," he said, taking the paper from me. "I can't believe I forgot to put it down." He got a pencil from the sun visor and motioned for me to turn my back for him to write on. He scrawled something and handed it back to me.

He had written, (6) I will swallow your load.

I almost choked with emotion.

"Jason...don't...don't do something you're going to regret," I said.

"My only regret will be if I don't do it," he said. "I'm not saying I'm going to like it...any of it...but I'll know."

"You will also know that you did all of these things, and that'll be with you for the rest of your life," I warned.

"Hey, if I'm as straight as I know I am, I can handle the experience," he said with great confidence.

We found the same spot and were setting up the tent.

"Wait, I think we're supposed to be doing something else before we set up the tent," Jason said.

I looked around with the mallet in mid-air and saw him on his knees over in the thick grass. I dropped the mallet, too stunned to move for a moment.

"Wanta bring that over here and let's see how I do," he said.

I walked over to him, undoing just the top button of my jeans, knowing full well that I should have packed us up and got the hell out of there. But he wasn't twelve or thirteen years old anymore. He wasn't eighteen yet, either, but he was close to being considered a man. It was all the justification I needed. "You gotta finish it," I said, indicating the rest of the buttons on my jeans. "Gives you that many chances to change your mind."

"I don't change my mind on a promise," he said as he unbuttoned my fly. He pulled my jeans down rather roughly, taking my briefs with them, down to my knees. My cock fell free and hung out in his face.

"That fucker is big," he said.

"Is that the giant cock calling the big cock big?" I chided him.

He didn't pause to give it any thought. He lifted my cock in one hand and put his mouth around it. I gasped but didn't cry out. Something made me not want to display that he was making it so good; if he didn't think it felt good, maybe he wouldn't do it and wouldn't go on with the rest of his promise. Badly as I wanted him to...I ached for it...I wanted to spare him. He didn't suck like he was enjoying it, but more as if it were something he had to do; indeed, a promise he had to keep. My cock didn't know the difference. It got so hard he could only take about a third of it. He tried several times to take it in his throat like I did him, but I stopped him.

"Hey, you don't have to swallow it," I said.

"I wish I could. I want to," he said.

"No, it's okay. Swallowing my cock wasn't on your list of promises," I said.

"Fuck, I'm glad." "You don't even have to finish what you're doing," I said.

"I'm not going to finish it right now," he said as he ducked down and sucked my balls. "I'm saving that till later, remember?"

As he sucked on my balls he urged me down to the ground, on my back in the thick grass. He stretched out between my legs and began lapping his tongue under my balls, along the crack of my ass. I didn't resist when he crooked his muscular arms under my legs and lifted them up. He was going to do it all, and I thought maybe he wanted to get it out of the way; fulfill his promise and get it behind him with a firm decision that he was straight. I wanted him straight. I wanted him gay if it meant that he would spend the rest of his life with me, but it was too much to hope for, and I wanted him to be straight for his own sake.

"UUhhnnnnn," I moaned as he began lapping his tongue up and down the crack of my ass.

"Oh, Mann, this tastes better than I thought it would," he said. " You smell so good."

He lapped and tongued my ass hungrily, as if he were really enjoying it. He pulled my butt apart, stretched my hole wide open and flicked his tongue at the opening. He seemed reluctant but he gradually worked his tongue deep inside my ass.

"Fuck, that's nice," he said. "Your asshole feels like warm velvet."

He tongued my ass longer than he sucked my cock. I think he really liked doing it. He reached over and got his jeans and dug a small tube out of the pocket. "Looks like you're ready for the next step," he said as he lubed up his ass.

"Jason, you might want to reconsider...consider your promises kept, " I said.

"Can't."

"Jason...it's going to hurt."

"I know. I've hurt you enough times."

"But I...I'm used to it, and I know what its going to feel like after a couple of minutes."

"So, I'll find out, won't I?" Then, very matter-of-factly, he laid on his back and cocked his knees up, setting his feet wide apart. "Is this the way you want me?"

"Yes," I managed to say. "That'll do fine." I finished lubing up my cock and laid the tube aside. Then I inched closer on my knees in the grass to touch the head of my cock to his hole.

"Listen, if it really hurts, no matter how much I might holler or beg you to stop, don't. Okay?"

"I don't know if I can do that," I said.

He pressed his hand against my chest as if to stop me. "Promise me, " he said. "I want to do this. I have to do it. So fuck me, like I fuck you."

"All right," I agreed.

He lay back and lifted his legs up, offering his virginal body to me. I probed at the elastic of his ass and pushed his hole in and out several times.

"That don't feel so bad," he said.

"I'm not in yet," I said.

"I know."

I got a good hold around his thighs and pushed hard, pulling his thighs tightly against me. He let out a little gasp of surprise, then winced, then suddenly his mouth flew open and his eyes popped and he acted like he couldn't breath.

"Is that hurting?"

He nodded furiously.

"I can stop." I should have, but he'd told me not to, no matter what.

He shook his head furiously and tried to force his ass around my cock but the pain stopped him. True to his request, and my promise to him, I inched deeper. He let out a little gasping moan and I gave him some more.

"Squeeze your ass around my cock as hard as you can," I said. "It' ll hurt worse, but not as long."

His asshole had its own set of muscles that threatened to squeeze my cock right off. I moaned, he squeezed so tight. But when he relaxed, I shoved more of my cock in him.

"All of it," he whispered. "I want all of it. Make me feel it."

I shoved the remaining inches in him and he let out a loud moaning gasp of relief. We held still while my cock throbbed inside him and his asshole began to settle down. Then I started fucking him.

"Can you find that spot with your cock?" he asked.

"Yes."

I nudged and worked his insides like a fine instrument till I found his prostate; the firm-spongy organ that was his love nut. I nudged it and slid the head of my cock back and forth across it.

"Awwwhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" he cried out, tossing his head back in the grass.

"Sounds like I found it," I said.

"Awwwwhhhhh, did you ever! Fuck, it makes me feel like I wanta come already!"

"It'll feel like that but you can hold it off for a long time," I said.

"Fuck me there," he said. "Make me come doing that."

I knew I couldn't reach deep enough to stretch the barrier of his O-ring unless it was located closer than mine was and I hadn't felt the drum-head yet, so I made do with his prostate. I wasn't brutal, but like he did me, I fucked him hard like I thought he would want it. To be too gentle would be like I was making love to him, which I wanted desperately to do, but I didn't think he would go for it.

"You can work up more than one load, can't you?" he asked.

"Yeah, how many do you want?"

"Two at least," he said. "I want to see what it feels like if you come in me, but I want to swallow a load, too."

I fucked him far longer than I intended; longer than I thought he could handle it. He seemed to like it. No, he loved it. He acted under me like I did under him.

"You're about to feel it," I said. "Are you getting close?"

"Just keep your cock pounding my prostate, that'll get me off," he said.

It was a glorious dual climax. I warned him that I was coming and he no more than felt the first spurts of come deep inside his ass and started going off himself. He clung to me like a life preserver as he writhed and convulsed through his climax. I kept fucking him, slow and easy and deep, as he hung onto me, then till he finally let go and relaxed in a heap of muscle under me. I gave him a few more strokes then gently pulled my cock out.

"Ohhh, Goddd...how long before my ass closes up?" he asked weakly.

"It may take a few minutes."

"That was great. I could really feel you shooting in me. It was so hot. I can feel it running out of my ass, there must have been a lot of it."

"No more than you've got all over you," I said.

Jason ran his fingers through the pools of thick come. He scooped some up on two fingers. "I think I'll try this," he said and put his fingers in his mouth. He licked them off swallowed. He made a face.

"You don't like it, do you?"

"Don't matter," he said. All of that before we set up the tent. We ate supper...MREs that I picked up at the army surplus store, then Jason was anxious to fulfill his last promise.

"I'm ready for dessert," he said with a sly grin.

"It's not going to taste like any dessert you ever had," I warned him. "And my come might taste like your own."

He didn't argue. He laid down with his head on my thigh and began sucking my cock. He sucked it lovingly, almost with a reverence, and I thought he might be enjoying it too much. Certainly, it wasn't like he was merely keeping a promise.

"Warn me when you're getting close," he said.

"Okay."

I held off as long as I could. I would've liked for him to spend the night down there but I thought he might want to finish it so I worked it up.

"This is your last chance to get off of it," I said.

He kept on sucking me.

"I'm coming!" I gasped. I half expected him to jerk away at the crucial second but I should have known better. He clung to my cock, sucking all the harder, lashing the head with his tongue as he had learned from me. Suddenly I burst into a bell-ringing climax, shooting long, thick ropes of come into his hot mouth. He moaned, I think with surprise, and kept sucking dutifully. I filled his mouth and held my breath to see if he would spit it out or swallow it. He gulped it down. With a grimace on his handsome face he swallowed a second time and I filled his mouth a third time. He held my cock in his mouth for a respectable time then raised up. His cheeks were bloated and I thought he was going to lean over and spit the last of my load into the grass but he tossed his head back and gulped it down like a man.

"Geezusss, Fuck!" he swore, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. "Fuck, that stuff tastes awful!"

"Well, you had to find that out for yourself, didn't you?" I said.

"Yeah. Yeah, I did. And now I know. I'm going down to the stream and try to wash my mouth out."

When he came back he ducked into the tent and stretched out on his half of the double sleeping bag with one arm curled under his head. I turned out the lantern and the tent was cast in a soft glow from the moon shining against it.

"None of it was as bad as I expected," he said quietly.

"Not even the taste of come?" I chided him.

"No, it wasn't all that bad," he said. "I've still got the taste in my mouth, and it's not so bad. And getting fucked...I couldn't admit it to anyone but you, but that was awesome. And your ass tasted good enough it surprised me. I liked the feel of the inside of your ass. I liked the feel of your cock in my mouth."

"Is all of this adding up to something?" I asked.

"I don't know. I guess it should add up to me being gay. But I don't feel gay, and I don't think I am. I think I'm just like you said, a straight dude who likes having sex with other guys."

"That's better than a label," I said.

"Do you know for sure that you're gay, Ben, or maybe you..."

"I know I'm gay," I cut in. "I don't have any desire for women at all."

"I'll bet you would if you had your choice between a gorgeous, built woman and a sloppy-fat guy."

"Okay, in that case I would go for the woman," I said. "But I'm not sure what I could do for her."

"Trust me, she would find something to do for you," he said.

Jason invited me to his eighteenth birthday party, along with a few family members, neighbors and a lot of his friends, male and female. He was very popular with everyone and I felt privileged to know him so well, better than anyone there.

He caught me off to the side once and leaned in to whisper. "See that guy over there?" he said, indicating a stocky, muscular boy with close-cropped hair.

"Yeah."

"He's one I would like to share things with. He's a wrestler. And that tall, dark-haired stud over there by the grill."

"I won't argue with any of that," I said.

"Try to figure something out," he said.

Yeah, I would try to think of something, but I had no idea how to bring the two young studs into our little two-man circle. As it turned out, it didn't happen. I just didn't know how to go about it.

I got an invitation to Jason's graduation, too. He asked if he could change at my house so he could surprise his parents in his cap and gown. I think I was as proud as his parents. I gave him a five-hundred dollar bill for graduation. He almost cried. Afterwards he came back to my house to change out of his gown and that's when I made the discovery that rocked me to the bones. I hadn't been in the room when he donned his gown but I went upstairs for him to change out of it. When he shrugged it off, he was naked underneath!

"Geezuss, Jason! You were naked all evening?"

He laughed roariously. "Yeah, about a half a dozen of us were. Including two girls."

I let my eyes rake over his perfectly muscled body. "Well, get some clothes on while there's still time," I said.

"Hey, we can make time," he said, groping at his manhood.

"No, your parents have a party prepared for you," I said.

"What about our party?" he asked.

"When everything else calms down, then wherever you want to go," I said.

"There is a place I would like to go," he said.

"Where?"

"I've seen these XXX-Video stores; I'd like to go in one."

"Well, you are eighteen, old enough to get in on your own, so I guess there's no harm in me taking you," I said.

"All right!" he exclaimed. "I didn't know if you would." I was glad his parents weren't home when I picked him up. He came out carrying a small plastic bag. "I need to go back to your house to change, or change on the way," he said. "Change into what?" I asked. He looked good to me. "You told me to package myself. I've got the packaging here in this bag but I didn't want to leave the house wearing it." I drove back home and pulled in back. Jason took my packaging advice to heart. I nearly fainted at the wheel when he came out the back door. He had on his old green gym shorts that looked like they'd been freshly laundered, and a sleeveless muscle-shirt and sneakers with heavy white socks bagging stylishly below his bulging calf muscles. I could tell he had on briefs or a jockstrap that hefted his manhood up into a big bulge.

I took him to one of my old haunts about an hour away, although I hadn't been there in a long time. A place called Adam's Videos. I explained to Jason what to expect when we got there. "You're going to be a target for every guy in the place, so stick close to me." "We might find some action then?" he asked eagerly. "More than you can imagine," I said. "The way you're dressed, you need to watch out for rape." "You're the one who told me about packaging," he said. "Shit, if there were laws against indecent sexiness, you would break every one of them."

I parked along the side of the building and we went in the side door. I held my breath when we walked in. The clerk recognized me and gave us a big smile, his eyes glued to Jason.

"Two tickets to the theater downstairs, and ten in tokens," I said, handing him a twenty.

The guy eyed Jason. "I'll need some ID," he told him.

Jason dug out his driver's license from his sock and handed it to the guy.

"Okay. Happy birthday, late." He gave me the tokens and the two tickets.

I led the way to the back where the video booths were located. The place was busy. All six of the big booths with the doors in between were busy, which meant there was a lot of action going on. I took him back farther to the smaller individual booths. There were about a dozen guys standing along the walls, watching and waiting, and I could tell that Jason was what they'd been watching and waiting for, possibly their whole lives. They didn't just look at him; they gaped at him, followed him with their eyes. I felt like I was exposing the kid to a pack of wolves. Number eight wasn't lit up, nor number seven. Neither was nine. Number eight was my favorite individual booth. It had a huge hole in the wall to number seven, the size of a small window. A guy could get his entire head through the hole. I knew that from experience, on both sides of the wall. Those closest to us watched to see which booth or booths we would go into, ready to pounce. I decided on nine first. Nine and ten were "buddy booths" with a big window in the wall that became transparent when both sides punched the buddy buttons. Maybe the guy in number ten would be interested.

You could almost feel the disappointment when I opened the door to number nine and motioned for Jason to go inside with me. It was crowded in the booth but I didn't mind. I dropped in a half dozen tokens and motioned for Jason to make a selection. He punched the selector button and previewed all twenty-eight video selections. He started through them again, pausing on the ones he liked best. It started warming up pretty quick. Jason didn't say anything. He just stood there rubbing the front of his shorts, his eyes glued to the TV screen. I was going to wait till he really got himself going before I punched the buddy button.

I ran my hand up under his shirt and started playing with his tits.

He moaned and groped his crotch harder.

"You can take it out," I said.

He shoved the front of his shorts down and let the bulging pouch of his jockstrap rest over the waistband. He rubbed the bulge and I watched it grow.

"Are you teasing me?" I asked.

"No." He pulled the jock down and tucked it under his balls. His cock hung out over his balls like a radiator hose.

"I'm going to punch the buddy button so the guy in the next booth can have a look if there's anyone in there," I said.

He glanced at the big window. "Is that how it works?"

"If he's got his button punched, yeah, the window becomes transparent."

I punched the button and there was a husky-built youth leaning against the wall of his booth with his jeans and shorts down around his knees and his hand wrapped around his nice-sized stiff cock. He saw the window go clear and his mouth dropped in total awe when he saw Jason. I saw his lips form " Holy Shit!"

"You've got an audience," I whispered.

"Good. Let him look."

"That turns you on, doesn't it?"

"Fuck, yeah. Not as much as it does him, though, I'll bet."

The guy couldn't take his eyes off of Jason's cock which was by now sticking out through his fist about six inches.

"Do you want to do anything?" Jason asked as he pumped his fist back and forth on the shaft.

"If you don't think he'll pass out," I joked. I maneuvered in front of him and squeezed down on my haunches. The guy next door was peering right up against the window, now. I wet my lips and took Jason's cock in my mouth. I saw the guy moan. Jason looked over at him and he motioned frantically to come over to our booth.

"He wants to come over," Jason said.

"There's not room. Just let him watch," I said.

Jason shrugged. Then the guy motioned for Jason to pull his shirt up and show his body. Jason went him one better and took his shirt off.

"Fuck, man, we're driving him nuts," Jason said.

"There's going to be a lot of that going on here tonight," I said.

I sucked him for about twenty minutes, sucked his balls, and turned him around and sucked his ass. I was back on his cock when I heard Jason laugh softly. I looked up to see him watching the other guy.

"He just shot off," he said. "We got him so fuckin' hot he blew his load."

The guy kept gazing at us with a dreamy look on his face but then he

ran out of tokens and the window wouldn't work unless the video was running.

We heard him leave and someone else come in the booth and lock the door. I left our button on. Tokens dropped and the window went clear.

"It's some old, fat cruddy guy," Jason said.

"Hell, give him a break, let him watch for a minute, then we'll go to another booth." I sucked Jason's big cock for another five minutes while the guy jacked off, or tried to find his cock under the rolls of fat, I wasn' t sure. I stood up and Jason pulled his jock over his manhood and stuffed everything down inside his shorts.

"Let's try number eight," I said.

There seemed to be relief when we came out of the booth. The rest of the booths were vacant; everyone was standing around waiting for Jason to come out or for the other booth to empty. I opened the door to number eight and motioned for him to go inside. Before I stepped in behind him there was already a lean-built college-kid type who slipped into number seven quickly before anyone could beat him to it. I plugged the machine and Jason flipped to the movie he'd been watching before, of a big, burly muscular youth fucking a smaller, slender boy on the back of a pickup. Maybe it reminded him of us.

Through the wide hole in the wall I saw a pair of knees focused toward the hole and a hand close to the hole. I reached down and groped Jason's shorts. Boldly the guy next door put his hand through the hole and rubbed his thigh. Jason jumped then settled as he looked down to watch the bodiless hand moving up and down his leg. The hand came around to his crotch vying with mine for the huge bulge inside the green shorts. I let him have it and his hand groped anxiously, checking out the size of it and I heard him moan softly. I turned Jason toward the opening. He smashed himself against the wall with his bulging shorts protruding through it.

"Ohh, Geezussss!" came the gasp from the other side.

Jason smiled at me then his smile changed to a pained look of pleasure. The guy was sucking his cock.

"Oh My Goddd," the kid kept saying, between sucking on the big dick. "Godd, I can't believe a cock this size! Ohh, it's so good!"

"He's pretty good," Jason whispered to me.

"Is he taking it all?" I asked.

He shook his head.

"He's only mediocre, then," I said.

The boy's hand came through between Jason's legs and squeezed his butt. He moaned when he felt the tight, round muscles and Jason clenched them sexily for him. The boy sucked him for about twenty minutes and Jason was enjoying it, again, maybe too much.

"Don't come yet," I said.

"Hell, I feel like I could last the rest of the night," he said.

"I wanta take you downstairs to the theater," I said "Then we'll try one of the bigger booths, upstairs."

"Now?"

"Yeah, if you're ready to see a grown man cry when you pull your cock back through the hole," I said.

He eased back away from the hole, the boy's mouth following him as far as he could before the big cock slipped free from his mouth. Jason stuffed it, wet and glistening, back into his jockstrap and pulled his shorts. I unlocked the door and we stepped outside. There was that air of relief again when they saw us. I led the way back toward the front, to the stairs that led down to the movie theater. It was very dark but I remembered my way. We walked along the wall, past the half-dozen short rows of seats, to the rear wall, behind the counter. I could make out the figures of five other men. Two of them stepped aside to make room for us against the wall. It was a straight video. They didn't show gay videos in the theater. The point was to attract straight guys, which meant they sold a lot of tickets, to straights and to gays looking for straights.

After a few minutes our eyes grew accustomed to the dark and I could make out the men around us. A couple of old guys in front of us, at the counter, groping a younger guy standing between them. They kept their heads turned, though, to keep an eye on Jason. Two more guys got up from their seats and came around the counter. The guy on left was an older guy, but trim and he looked tanned. The guy on Jason's right was younger, maybe thirty, looked like a construction worker. I slipped my hand down behind Jason and played with his butt. He eased out from the wall a little to give me some room. Moments later I felt the worker's hand on his butt, too. Emboldened by my hand already there, the worker reached down in front and groped Jason's shorts. A few minutes later I felt him pulling Jason's shorts down, along with his jockstrap.

"Shit!" he swore softly when he took hold of Jason's huge cock. He worked his fist up and down the shaft a few times before he came around and knelt down in front of him.

"Awwhhhhh," Jason moaned quietly as the man began sucking his cock.

Seeing or hearing the action, the others turned their attention to Jason. Even the two guys standing in front of us abandoned the younger guy and turned around to see what was going on. They moved in closer, groping for a feel and gasping or moaning when they felt his size and his muscles. One guy squatted down beside the worker, silently begging, waiting for a turn at the huge cock. The worker didn't offer it to him but there was plenty of cock for everyone and the guy leaned in and began kissing and licking the shaft. Another guy, after getting a feel of the big cock, ran his hand up Jason's stomach to his chest. If he was a chest man, I knew he must be in heaven, feeling those thick, hard pecs and his large, taut, nipples.

The man tugged Jason's shirt up and leaned in to suck on his tits. Jason moaned and pressed his hand around the back of the guy's head. I leaned in to suck the other one. I was surprised Jason lasted so long; nearly an hour. I hoped he would; I didn't want him to waste his load down there in the dark; I had plans for that upstairs where guys would be able to see him come. Yeah, I wanted to show him off. "What about the bigger booths upstairs, what're they like?" Jason whispered.

"Do you want to go find out?"

"Yeah, lets go up and check it out." He extricated himself from his admirers and the construction work, resigned to loosing him, stood up and helped him pull his jock and shorts up. He patted him on the butt and thanked him and told him to come back. We went upstairs and three of the men followed us up. The light was on in booth two but booth one was vacant. We went inside and I slipped the lock on the door. I fed the machine and clicked it to a gay video. "Is that to the other booth?" Jason asked, nodding to the other door. "Yeah. If you want company, I can unlock this side. If the other guy is interested he'll crack the door, or unlock it." "Go ahead, unlock it," he said. The metallic noise made it clear that we were unlocking our side of the door.

I stood Jason against the wall so he would be half-hidden behind the door when it opened. Nothing. Which happened sometimes if the other guy was straight and just wanted to be left alone to jack off. Or maybe he was getting a blow job, or waiting on us to make the first move. I quietly and carefully pulled on the doorknob and it came open. Jason moved around where he could get a view. I peered into the other room, surprised to see two guys, stripped naked and going at it. The guy on his knees was probably a college kid. The guy he was sucking was older, maybe forty, still in good shape, tanned, his chest and legs shaved as well as around his big cock. It looked like it was about all the kid could handle, but he was handling it with wet, slurping, deep-throat motions that swallowed the thing whole every thrust. They saw me and didn't so or do anything so I opened the door wider. Jason's eyes popped when he saw them. Their eyes popped when they saw Jason.

The young guy waved us into his booth. I nodded to Jason and he went in. "Do you want more company?" I asked the guys. The youth looked up at the older guy. "Sure, the more the merrier," the guy said as he boldly reached out and groped Jason's crotch. "Fuck, what's this!" he exclaimed. I went back to unlock our outside door then went into the other booth and closed the door but not tight. The two guys were already pulling Jason's shorts down, and off. Then the young guy tugged on his jockstrap. He pulled it to Jason's knees before his cock swung free and hit him in the face. "Goddam! That thing is huge!" "Fuck, how'd you get a cock that big?" the older guy said. "And all these muscles?" he asked, squeezing Jason's arm. Jason smiled and shrugged. The boy started sucking Jason's cock while the older guy pushed his shirt up to play with his tits. "Can we get this off of you?" he asked, tugging on his muscle shirt. He and I pulled the shirt off and below, the young guy was taking off Jason's jockstrap, leaving him naked except for his work boots, socks and his baseball cap. "Goddam, you're built!" the man said, running his hands over Jason's chest and abs. "You ought to feel these thighs," the younger guy said, then went back to sucking Jason's cock. "Hey, what the hell, are you gonna throw rocks at me now that the stud has arrived?" the man said. The boy began taking turns on their cocks. He tried to suck them both at the same time but they were too big. The best he could do was to hold them together and lap at the heads and lick the ball juice off. I decided to give the boy a hand. I stepped around him and knelt down to suck the older guy. I was able to take him all the way as easily as the boy did.

I watched to see how the boy handled Jason. Someone came in the next booth. We heard tokens dropping and a moment later, the sound of the door being pulled open. When he saw us he opened the door all the way. His eyes popped at the four-way that was going on. He came through the door, rather cautiously till he saw we weren't going to object. His eyes were raking over Jason's muscular body and he flattened his hand over his abs. Lust and admiration filled his eyes as he felt his muscles upward to his chest and neck, and shoulders and arms, and down to his thighs and calves. He came back up the backside of Jason's legs, to his butt. There, he knelt down and began kissing it. A few minutes later someone else appeared at the door. The guy hadn't locked the outside door to the other booth. Seeing the five-way, he came in to join us. Seconds later, another guy came in. Then another. There were seven of us I the small room now...then eight...then nine, and it was getting crowded. They were all vying for a feel of Jason's muscles, a grope at his cock, dying to have a turn at the huge tool. Like a lion with his kill, the young guy was ferociously protective of his meat. And he was doing a good job to justify his stance. He was obviously working and straining and striving to go all the way down on the huge cock, perhaps to be worthy of it. He was doing as good as I could. Jason was going nuts. There were two guys sucking on his tits, another tonguing his ass and still another, who the young guy had allowed close, sucking his balls. Other hands reached out to grope and simply feel his hard muscles. At one point I let the older guy's cock go to someone else and stood up to watch. Besides Jason's entourage, there were four other guys entangled in their own foursome. Jason looked at me in wide-eyed disbelief, his eyes looking glazed over. His nostrils flared like a young stallion. I hoped he wasn't getting ready to blow. I wanted to see these guys see him shoot, but I was enjoying the show. Not that it mattered. If he wanted to he could work up another voluminous load, barely loosing his hardon. One of the men managed a feel of Jason's cock when the young kid came up for air. "Shit, I would like to try that up my ass," he said. "You're a better man than me," someone else said. "Do you want to?" Jason asked him. "Yeah, I'll try it." The young guy was visibly disappointed but he relinquished Jason's cock and I helped him to his feet. The volunteer was stripping off his clothes. When he was naked, right down to his socks. "Anybody got any lube?" he asked. "Fuck, you volunteered without having any lube? You're either the bravest man in the world or the craziest," one man said as he took a small tube from h is pocket and handed it to the guy. "Anybody got a condom?" the guy asked. "Shit, all you've got is the habit," someone joked. "Yeah, but it ain't gonna fit that cock." Three guys produced condoms but they were all regular size. "Do you want to do it bareback?" the man asked Jason. "It's okay with me as long as you're clean," Jason said. "Stud, you could eat your lunch out of my ass," the man said. "No thanks, I'm not hungry," Jason said. The man grabbed the chair. "Just give me a minute to beg you to take it easy,"

he said, then bent over the chair. Jason stepped up behind him and aimed his cock at his hole.

The guy closed his eyes and gripped the arms of the chair as Jason pushed. I could tell that, through his desire and bravado, he was scared. I knelt down in front of him and took his hands. He squeezed them gratefully.

"You can take him. I do," I whispered.

"Thanks. That's good to know," he said. "AAaaooowwwnnnnhhh!" he cried softly as Jason popped his asshole.

"I know that feeling," I said.

The man's face was a painful grimace.

"Is that the biggest cock you ever took?" someone asked.

"It's...the biggest cock...I ever seen!" the man exclaimed.

Like he did with me, Jason didn't give any quarter. Once he was in, he buried his cock all the way. The man choked down one long, painful groan till he knew he had it all then he let out a gush of air and sucked fresh air back in his lungs.

"Godd, that's gotta feel wonderful!" someone said.

From the man's face I didn't think it was feeling all that wonderful yet. He was hurting, but willing to take it to experience the incredible pleasure that he knew that big cock was capable of delivering.

"Man, you're taking it good," Jason said.

"He's taking it, period," one man said.

Jason fucked the guy across the room till I was holding the chair back. It was feeling good now. The guy was moaning and gasping with each thrust.

"It's feeling better," I said.

"Ohh, yess...Godd, he can fuck! Does he fuck you?"

"All the time," I said.

"Is he your nephew?" he asked.

"Yeah."

"You're a very lucky uncle."

The guy motioned for me to stand up. I stood in front of the chair and he took my cock in his mouth. He let out a little squeal from the pleasure of being fucked and sucking my cock at the same time. After several minutes he let my cock go.

"Can we...change position?" he asked over his shoulder.

"Sure, any way you wanta do it," Jason said, as he began withdrawing his cock. The men stood around watching the huge cock re-appear out of the guy's stretched ass. There was a collective gasp with the head popped free.

"My Godd, do you believe that!"

"Do you believe he took all of that in his ass!"

"Do you wanta try it?" Jason asked the man.

"No. Oh, I would love to, but I couldn't take it."

"You?" he asked another guy.

"No, thanks, I don't need a new asshole today," the man replied.

The first guy stood facing Jason. He put his arms on his shoulders and lifted his right leg up and crooked it around Jason's hip.

"Can you hold me?" he asked.

"Sure, no sweat," Jason said.

"I didn't doubt it, with those arms," he said.

Jason wrapped his big hands around the guy's butt and helped lift him up. The man wrapped his legs around Jason's waist and raised up with his ass sitting squarely over the big cock. Jason set him on target and the man rode down on it.

"Godd, look at that!"

"OOOhhhhhhh," the man moaned as he rode all the way down on the huge cock. He settled his ass against Jason's pubes. Then he started raising up and down, with the help of Jason's strength, riding up the huge cock. " Ohh, Godd, this is great! Ohhh, shit...you're going to drive me fuckin' crazy." "Going to? I thought I was," Jason said. He got a tight grip on the man's butt and held him out a little ways and began snapping his hips back and forth, driving his cock in and out of the man's ass. "OOhhhhh...AWWWhhhhhh...Awhhhhh, fuck...Ohhhh, fuck me...!" "Yeah, I'll fuck you. I'll fuck your eyeballs out," Jason growled as he pulled the man's hips down to meet his thrusts.

"Ohh, fuck me! Fuck me! Ohhhh...how old are you, anyway?"

"Does it matter? Do you want me to stop and show you my ID?" Jason asked.

"No! No don't stop! No, it doesn't matter, just don't stop!" The man leaned back at arms length, finally so far that two of us stepped up to cradle him. Two more guys pulled his legs from around Jason's hips and held them straight out wide and we all held him up while Jason held him around the waist and fucked him hanging in mid air. With his oversized cock pistoning in and out of his ass I don't think it mattered a fuck how old Jason was.

"Ohhh...OHHHH!...Awwwhhh!...Ohhhh!...Ohhh, Goddd...you're... hitting...something...where...no...body's...ever...been...before...!"

"Yeah, it's like a second sphincter, deep inside you," I said.

"Yesssss...like he's found another asshole way up inside me!"

"I know the feeling," I said. "Like he's pounding a drum-head, then busting through it."

"Ohhh, Yessss, Godd...he's fucking my brains out."

"Like he's fucking through a tight O-ring."

"Oh, Godd, Yess...Ohhh...you've got it right. Ohhhh...ohhh, fuck me you big stud! Give me your load!"

"No, we want to see him shoot," someone said.

"Okay...just make me...come, then."

"I can do that," Jason said as he rammed his cock in tight and began twisting his hips around in circles.

"OHHHH>...OHhhh, Godd...you're busting that O-ring wide open! Ohh, fuck, where is all that cock going? Where're you putting it? I know my ass ...my guts...can't be that deep!"

"I'm way past your guts," Jason said as he twisted and fucked.

Suddenly the man let out a little whimper and laid his head back as he let himself be transported into a state of pure ecstasy. His cock throbbed up over his abs and jerked and quivered, then bolted hard and exploded. He let out a weak moan and let hit happen. Come shot out in a wide arch, all over the guy standing holding his head, then on his face, and across his chest.

"You're fuckin' coming like a pony," Jason said proudly.

"Hell, you're pounding his load out of him," someone said.

Jason fucked him till he was drained and his body went limp. He slowly pulled his hard cock out of his ass and we maneuvered the man into the chair where he collapsed with a huge smile.

"Oh, My Godd, I've never been fucked like that in my life!"

"Dam, I wish I could take it," someone said.

"You wanta try it?" Jason asked him as he worked his fist up and down the thick shaft.

"Godd, no. Look, you can't even get your hand around it. It would tear me a new asshole."

"Oh, I needed that, though," the well-fucked man said. "I needed a new asshole. My old one was fucked out."

"Are you going to come?" someone asked Jason.

"Yeah, I'm working it up."

"Let me help you," a man said and leaned down to suck on the head.

"Warn me when you're ready so we can all watch."

Someone knelt down and sucked on his balls and two more men leaned in to suck his tits again. I knew that together, they would get him over the top pretty quick. He had very sensitive tits and he loved having his balls sucked. After a few minutes his hand speeded up a little and his stomach tightened, the muscles standing out like a plate of armor. Gradually, every muscle in his body tightened, signaling his impending climax.

"Geezuss, look at that. Look at those muscles bulging!"

His legs began to tremble and the hand on his cock was unsteady. His nostrils flared out like a stallion's and his eyes were mere slits. The men were in a half-circle in front of him, awaiting the fireworks.

"I'm...c-c-coming!" he choked.

A second later, a thick wad of come shot out of his cock in a long rope and sailed across the booth to splatter against a man's chest.

"OHhhh!" he moaned with excitement as he was suddenly bathed in hot come.

"Holy Shit!"

Goddam, look at that!"

"Like a stallion!"

During their exclamations, he shot off a couple more, splattering more of the men. They cried out and moaned with excitement. One man dropped to his knees and opened his mouth to offer him a target. Jason lowered his trajectory a little and aimed his cock and blasted a huge wad of come into the guy 's mouth.

"Does he ever stop?" someone asked.

"He's not near done," I said.

Other guys were jacking off, jacking each other, sucking furiously and come was flying everywhere from all directions. I realized then that someone was counting.

"Seven...eight...Geezusss, nine!...ten!...Eleven!...Holy Fuck, I never seen anybody come like this! He's phenomenal!"

He shot out a few less-powerful spurts and another guy quickly dropped to his knees to receive them in his mouth. As the stuff began to boil out the head still another man knelt down and licked it off then took his cock in his mouth to finish draining him.

"I've never seen anything like that in my life! Not even in porn movies."

Jason leaned back against the wall, his legs trembling as the man sucked on his cock. His body lurched and he tried to push the man's head away but he was like a hungry wolf.

"Aww, please...please, I c-can't take any more!" Jason pleaded.

The man let him push his head away and Jason's cock fell against his thigh with a soft, wet smack.

"That is the biggest, most gorgeous cock I've ever seen."

"Dam, it's bigger than anything I ever seen in my fantasies," someone said.

It was suddenly hot in the booth and it smelled of warm sweat and come. The men began sorting out their clothes and putting them on. Someone handed Jason his jockstrap and two guys steadied him to put it on. One by one they left via the other booth. Jason and I stayed till last.

"That was some show," I said.

"Fuck, I loved it," he said.

"Yeah, I could tell," I said with a smile. "Are you ready to go?"

"Yeah, out of this room...it smells like warm come...but I don't want to leave yet."

"Now why doesn't that surprise me?" I joked.

"I want to go back downstairs," he said. He smoothed one hand over the bulge in his shorts and we left the booth and headed for the stairs. There were a few more men than before, probably waiting to see if Jason came back down. Jason led the way and walked straight to the back, behind the counter. It was a little crowded but guys moved and squeezed together to make room for us against the back wall. A couple of the guys recognized us and came right up and started feeling us up. When one guy went down on his knees and pulled on Jason's shorts and another guy tugged his shirt up, Jason surprised us all. He peeled his shirt off then took off his shirt and jockstrap and stood naked except for his work boots and baseball cap. He handed me his clothes. They moved in on him like wolves on fresh meat. Jason leaned his shoulders back against the wall and enjoyed it. It was like upstairs except the light was dimmer. I loved watching Jason enjoy himself, and the guys going crazy over his muscular young body. They were a polite bunch. There were two or three guys down on their knees at any given time, sharing his big cock. Sometimes two or three serviced his cock at the same time. A couple of guys got off just watching and left. Two more kept looking at their watches and left, too. It went on for at least an hour and it began to thin out till it was down to six or seven guys. There were footsteps on the stairs and a young-looking guy moved into the light at the door for a couple of seconds and made his way to the back. He had a nice silhouette, very masculine and young. He moved cautiously till his eyes grew accustomed to the dark and hands reached out to guide him, and no doubt, to get a feel. A guy standing next to Jason moved down a little to make room for the kid. It was a smart move. Knowing the kid would possibly be attracted to Jason, he would have him in place right beside himself and not standing out there where all those other guys could get their hands on him. My eyes were already used to the dark and I could see how young the kid looked and how damned good-looking he was. Fuck, he didn't look eighteen! Hell, I didn't care. The boy was quickly able to make out the muscular stud standing beside him and that he was naked. But he didn't make any move toward him. He just watched. He didn't even feel his muscles or grope to see what his cock was like. So, he was straight. That had to make the guy next to him happy. A straight guy who came back behind the counter was there for one reason; to get this cock sucked. The guy who moved over to make room for him finally made his move and when the kid didn't try to top him he undid the boy's shorts and shoved them down as he went to his knees. The kid let out a soft moan as the guy went down on him. The guy sucking the boy off tugged his shorts and jock down to his knees and the boy simply took them off. Seeing that, another guy pulled his shirt off of him and he was as naked as Jason. I had my arm around Jason's waist and I felt the kid's hand searching for his butt. Jason jutted his hips out from the wall a little to give him room. The kid brought his other hand up to Jason's chest and started feeling his muscles. Maybe he wasn't completely straight after all. Jason was clenching his butt muscles and moving his butt around in the guy's hand and I figured he was rubbing his asshole. Then Jason let out a little "Uhnnnn!" and I had to figure that the kid has his finger in his ass. The way he started writhing around and jutting his butt back, there was no doubt, the kid was fingering him. The kid gradually worked himself in between Jason and the wall. He wrapped his arms around him and squeezed his pecs and rubbed one hand up and down his abs and played with is tits. All the while he was humping Jason's butt and Jason was humping back. It was an incredible sight, seeing the two muscular, young studs' bodies writhing together in a tight embrace. Jason gave back in kind, twisting his hips around and hunkering his butt back to be dry-fucked. "Oonnhh!" he gasped suddenly, and threw his head back, and I was stunned to realize that the kid had shoved his dick in his ass! Jason moaned again then let out a soft sigh and I knew the kid was all the way in him. Then there was no doubt as they started to move together. Jason was letting the kid fuck him! Shit, the kid must have thought he'd died and went to heaven. The kid fucked him with the hard, wild passion that only a teenager has and Jason responded in kind. He bent over more and more to jut his butt back for the boy's cock. I wondered how big he was. I wondered if Jason had let other guys fuck him, besides me; if I had been so naïve to think that I was the only one who had ever trespassed beyond his tight sphincter. A guy raised up from under the counter where he'd been sucking another guy and the two men left. Seeing the vacancy Jason pulled forward and moved up to take the spot. He leaned over the counter and set his feet wide apart and jutted his butt back for his youthful attacker. The boy moved up between his legs to shove his cock back in him. Jason let out a loud groan. The boy hesitated but Jason reached back with his hand around the guy's butt and shoved his own butt back to finish the powerful thrust. I was surprised, excited, dumb-founded and a dozen other emotions as I watched the boy fuck the god-like teenager. MY god-like teenager. Through it all, I felt envy. And maybe a sense of betrayal that Jason had let himself be fucked right there in front of all those other guys when I thought I'd been the only one to fuck him that one time. "Fuck, I love your muscle ass," the boy whispered hoarsely as he pounded Jason's willing butt, hands clasped around his hip bones. "Awww, I love the way you fuck me," Jason said. His head was hung down in humilation, like a mighty warrior in defeat and being spoiled by his victor. Except there had been no battle. The kid had simply walked in and took him. I wasn't angry but it really messed with my emotions. "Ohhhh...Ohhhhh...Awwwhh, fuck me...fuck me!" Jason moaned. "Yeah, I'll fuck you...fuck that tight muscle ass," the boy said as he rammed his cock in and out of Jason's ass. "My Godd, did you ever see anything like it!" someone said quietly. The kid lasted much longer than I expected he would. Most guys that age don' t have their skills honed that well. He fucked like a pro, just like Jason. The couple times he paused, Jason kept going, slamming his butt back onto the boy's cock. He was acting like a mare in heat instead of the stallion I knew him to be. When the boy resumed the last time he didn't stop. He fucked his own brains out till he was gasping and moaning and his movements were lurching and it was obvious to all that he was coming. "I'm coming!" he said loudly as he pounded his cock into Jason's ass like a pile driver. "Awww, FUCK, I'm COMING!" I didn't realize there was someone down under the counter sucking Jason's cock till he leaned away when Jason reached down to jack himself off. The guy stayed as close as he could, anxiously awaiting his climax. The boy unloaded his balls deep in Jason's ass. He shuddered and his legs trembled as he pulled out and stumbled back against the wall. Two guys moved in to steady the young fucker and to get their hands on his hard, young body. After a moment, he reached for his clothes. Jason was still moaning and jacking himself off and twisting his butt around in the air. "OHhh...Ohh, fuck, I can't get there. I can't come...awww, Ben... .." he looked over his shoulder and I went up to him. "Fuck me, Ben...fuck me and make me come." I didn't bother with spit. I aimed my cock and shoved in him. He tossed his head back with a loud cry; obviously, I reached deeper than the boy. I began fucking him. I fucked him hard, almost with a vengeance. A tiny part of me wanted to get even with him and the boy who had fucked him. It was payback time. I got him off. He had himself jutted way back from the counter, his knees bent to almost a squat; he was almost sitting on my cock, riding up and down on it. The guy sucking him was having a hard time staying on his cock. Suddenly, Jason's head dropped between his hunched shoulders and he sat back hard on my cock and began churning his butt around in circles. "Awww, you're doing it!" he gasped. "Awww, yeah...fuck me...fuck me HARD... ..oooohhhhh, Ben...OHhhh, you're gonna...make...me...come! Yeah, I was gonna come too! Suddenly he froze like a statue except that his body trembled and his legs shook so bad that he supported his weight on my thighs. Then his body began lurching and his asshole squeezed my cock tight and I felt him go into the spasms of his climax. "Awwhhnnn," the man on his knees moaned. Jason's spasms set me off and I let it fly, spurting thick ropes of hot come deep in his ass. He groaned and sat harder on my cock as he shot off. It was one of his usual long, stupendous climaxes. His weight was almost entirely on my bent legs and my own legs were shaking. The man in front of him was squealing with delight. When he was finally finished, some guys helped us straighten up on our legs and we both staggered back to the wall for support. The man raised up with a happily dazed look on his face. He was drenched with come.

The stuff was in his hair and running down his face in streams and his chest was covered with come. It looked like somebody had thrown a bucket of come on him. He was swiping at it and two other guys moved in to help him. "Goddam, you drenched him!" one man said as he began licking the warm come off the guy's chest. Suddenly it turned into a tongue bath as they licked the come off of the man's face and chest and arms. Jason was struggling with his clothes, still gasping for air. When he was dressed, I took his arm to steady him. "You ready to go?" "Yeah. Yeah, if I can make it up the stairs," he said.

He stumbled up the stairs and his gait was unsteady as we walked out of the place. He practically fell into the car.

"I wonder how often they scrub that place down," he said, laughing. "They must have to scrape the dried come up with a razor blade."

"They're going to have to repaint that booth after what you did to it," I said.

We were out of town before I spoke up again. "Look, Jason...I know you're eighteen now and you're going away to college to be on your own, but you need to be careful."

"What do you mean?"

"You let that kid fuck you..." "Is that bothering you?" "No. Not the way you mean. But you don't know those guys, and he walked right in and the next thing I know, he's fucking you." "Yeah, he kinda took me by surprise, too," Jason said. "And he left you hanging," I went on. "Yeah, I'm glad you were there to finish the job," he said. "If I hadn't been, in the state you were in, you would have taken on anybody with a hard cock...I have visions of them lining up. You can't do that with a bunch of strangers." "Okay. I'll be careful."

Summer Before College

We spent most of the summer almost inseparable, except for the two weeks he went on vacation with his parents. We made a couple of trips back to the video store. I didn't know if Jason went alone, too. I backed off of my concerns that he was too involved with me. It would work itself out; he would be going away to college and I wouldn't be there for him to be involved with. It would be a chance for him to get a fresh start and a new perspective.

He left for college about four hours away on a Sunday. He came up the day before to cut my grass one more time, and to collect his "reward." I think I gave him the blowjob of his life; I know I tried. Then he fucked me on the tailgate till I was begging for air and he was nearly blue in the face.

It was one of those rare times when he didn't shoot his load in my ass. Instead, at the last crucial second, he pulled his cock out and began fisting it, aimed up over my manhood. His body trembled beautifully and he choked on his gasping moans and then he exploded. He sent great long ropes of come shooting up over me and I heard it land on the cab of the truck. Another sounded like it hit the rear window. He practically white-washed my truck before he lowered his trajectory and sprayed me with the hot, thick come. Even after all this time, I lay there in awe. His come boiled out of his cock and ran down on my balls.

"My God!" I gasped.

"I think I just gave your truck a new paint-job," he said, his voice shaky.

He surprised me then by leaning down and sucking and lapping his own come off of my balls. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

"Shit still tastes awful," he said with a grin. He put his hand out and pulled me up. "I'll clean it off the truck before it eats the paint," he said.

When he got dressed, he left his jockstrap lying on the tailgate. I picked it up and handed it to him.

"You forgot something," I said.

"Naw, it's yours," he said.

"Thank you. Thanks." I was deeply touched that he thought to give it to me.

"I know you love that old chewed up jockstrap," he said.

"I loved more what was in it," I said and my voice was a little sad.

"Hey, my going off to college doesn't mean this was the last time we ever do this," he said. I wanted to tell him to concentrate on college and he was starting down a new path in his life but I didn't want to lecture him. "You can drive over to see me. We can get a motel room, or maybe you can stay in my dorm room if I can get rid of my room mate. Or maybe you won't want me to get rid of my room mate," he said, laughing.

I cried when he left as if my heart would break and it was then that I fully realized that I loved the boy. My heart did break, and it never completely healed. I did go visit him once and we had a weekend of mad, passionate, insatiable sex but it was the only time. He wrote and called and I wrote back but we never got another time arranged.

He wrote about the girls he dated and I was happy about that. But he also wrote about his room mate.

"You would like him," he wrote. "He's a bodybuilder. Great looking and well hung. Our situation has developed into something very interesting and mutually satisfying. We were naturally drawn to each other, and in the close confines of our room things just happened. We decided, why not? We were handy, and willing and constantly horny, so why not? We're both straight so it's no big deal." "Now, you're going to love this...Do you remember that guy in the booth who told me I should be making videos? Well...Jim and I made one! We put it on the Internet for sale and the money's rolling in. I don't have to worry about money for college. We're going to make another one. Jim is an electronics genius, and he's installing (as I write) cameras in our room. We'll be going on-line LIVE three nights a week. I'll send you our web-site, maybe you can tune in and meet Jim."

That bothered me that he was being so irresponsible, exposing himself like that on the world-wide-web for millions to ogle him and his room-mate having sex together. But the dark side of me made me go to his web-site and I went back often. I spent untold hours jacking off while I watched the two stud-hunks do everything imaginable. He even let Jim fuck him! I began to believe that Jim was indeed straight. I wasn't so sure about Jason anymore. He got through college, though, with flying colors and surprised me by marrying a girl he met there. I went to his wedding. I had visions of him and I spending his last night as a bachelor together but things were just too hectic and it didn't work out that way. I was deeply hurt that he spent that last night of freedom with his best man. I wondered if it was a platonic friendship between them. He moved away with his pregnant wife and I heard from him again when they had their first child...a son. I could only imagine what the boy would look like when he was thirteen, then fifteen, and sixteen, seventeen... .and eighteen.

The End