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This was written by Michael, who lives in upstate New York. This takes place about 3 years after Michael's sexual encounters with DENNIS, which was submitted and posted a couple weeks ago in the NIFTY/Young Friends section.
GERRY'S BOY (High School)
The following takes place in 1972. There were no cell phones or Internet. It was almost impossible for a gay/bi boy to find someone like him. But, not totally impossible.
Chapter 1
In a few months, my high school days would be over. I had a big case of "senioritis" and I couldn't wait for the end of classes. But there was track season to look forward to. I was a distance runner, competing in the mile and two-mile. Not that I was a great athlete, but I enjoyed the social life of the team.
I was stretching out on the grass along with other boys who had arrived early for the first day of practice. I was trading jokes with a couple of my friends on the team, but this unfamiliar face kept butting in. One of my buddies put the kibosh to the unknown kid.
"Hey, kid, no asked here asked for your opinion," said Chris.
"Okay, okay. I know when I'm not wanted." The boy didn't seem like he'd had his feelings hurt. He just drifted over to a few kids I knew were sophomores.
"Damn sophomores," Chris added. "They ought to know enough to mind their own beeswax."
"Careful, Chris. That kid looks like he might be faster than you," joked Brian.
"Ha, that'll be the day."
As the team began to assemble to hear the coach's instructions for today's workout, I sidled over to the boy who had wanted to join our group.
"Hey, sorry about before. My name's Mike."
"Hi, I'm Gerry. I didn't know you seniors were so cliquish," he said with a smile.
I returned Gerry's smile. "We're not. Track guys usually don't care about that stuff. But then again, it is quite charitable of us seniors to tolerate any sophomores at all."
"Ha, is it? Okay, be that way," he laughed.
When our coach was done with us, I kept an eye on Gerry. He joined the sprinters. I laughed to myself as I went off with the distance guys. My friend Chris is a sprinter, too, so he'll be practicing with Gerry every day. I guess we'd find out who was faster.
The next day, I was stretching out by myself when Gerry came over.
"Hey, senior."
"Hey, sophomore."
"Oh, are you deigning to talk to me today?"
"Watch your p's and q's, Gerry. It is an honor for a senior such as myself to acknowledge the presence of a lowly sophomore."
"Oh, I'm impressed. You remembered my name. I guess I should feel blessed."
"You should. Never forget that I'm a senior and you're just a sophomore."
"Yeah, but I bet I'm faster than you."
"Maybe, but I'm better-looking."
"Haha, I'll give you that, maybe. But I'm stronger."
"Hmm. Okay. But I'm smarter."
"That's debatable. But I've got a better personality."
"Haha. But I'm taller."
"For now. But I look better in my uniform."
That bit of bi-play became our usual form of greeting. I wasn't getting to know Gerry any better. I didn't usually see him during the school day, not even in the cafeteria at lunch time. That all changed with one simple addition to our usual back-and-forth.
"Hey, senior."
"Hey, sophomore."
"Hey, yourself. I just came over to tell you that I've decided I'm the one who is better-looking."
"In your dreams. Anyway, I'm taller."
"I'm faster."
"I'm smarter."
"Yeah, well, I've got a bigger dick."
Well, I sure wasn't prepared for that.
Gerry chuckled and ran off toward the sprinters.
All during practice, I chastised myself for my lack of a quick retort to counter Gerry's surprise jibe. I also wondered if Gerry said it on purpose or just tossed it out there. Our shower room was an open bay with a dozen shower heads spread out on the walls. Gerry easily could have seen my little dick when I was taking a shower. But maybe he hadn't seen me yet. It wasn't that I was overly conscious of my little penis and small balls. No one had ever said anything to me. But I did feel a little self-conscious because I'd hit puberty late. My flaccid penis was only 2 1/2 inches at most, and my erect cock was exactly 5 inches. Not bad, but not really even average for 17.
I showered as usual after practice. I was dressing in front of my locker when I heard Gerry's voice.
"Hey, senior."
I turned to see Gerry naked and carrying a towel. I couldn't help but look down and I saw a thick soft penis of about 4 inches. Damn. I looked up at him too late. Gerry met my gaze. I turned beet red. Gerry laughed and walked to his locker.
After supper that night, I had pretty much forgotten about the day. Then I was called to the phone, which was in the kitchen.
"Hello?"
"Hey, senior."
"Gerry?"
"Good for you, you remembered my name."
Ten seconds into the call and I'm totally flustered. "Um, hey. Why are you calling?"
"I'm just calling to see if you've figured out some snappy reply yet."
"What are you talking about?"
"C'mon, senior. I know I'm smarter than you, but I thought you were quicker than this."
"Oooooh."
"Yeah, ooooh." Gerry laughed.
"Okay, well, I admit you caught me by surprise."
"That was fairly obvious. Haven't you figured out a response yet?"
"Um, sure, yeah. What I want to say is that it gets bigger."
"What gets bigger?"
"Um, you know."
"No, I don't know. What gets bigger?"
"My dick." I wondered if it was possible for Gerry to envision how flushed my face and neck were. I was sure my voice was giving my emotions away.
"You mean that little thing that I have a much bigger one of?"
"You mean you've seen it?"'
"I have."
"Oh."
"C'mon, Mikey. I've seen you, you've seen me. I want you to admit that I'm bigger than you."
"Okay, well, maybe you're bigger when it's, um, soft."
"Hahaha, there's no "maybe" about it. I am bigger, a lot bigger."
I tried to stage a rally. "Yeah, but you don't know that you're bigger when it's hard."
"Oh, get real, Mikey."
"Well, you don't know that for sure, right?"
Gerry sounded a little exasperated. "Let's find out for sure."
Now, that made me nervous, but just a tad bit excited. "How?"
"We've got a meet on Tuesday. The day after a meet, we always practice on our own. On Wednesday, I want you to meet me in the woods." There was an extensive wooded area on school property to the north and east of the track. Part of the cross-country course ran through the woods. "You know that big log next to the cross-country course? There's a stand of trees right behind the log. I want you to wait for me behind those trees."
"Um, okay."
"Good night, senior."
Chapter 2
I was back home Tuesday evening after our track meet. Tomorrow, Gerry and I were supposed to have our own battle of the bulge to see which of us has the bigger erect penis and the bragging rights that go with it. I was nervous and excited. But why did I challenge Gerry that way? I could have passed off his remark about having a bigger dick, but what he said must have struck home in some part of my subconscious. I was experiencing a sort of buyer's remorse now that the truth would be evident. Gerry's soft dick that he flashed in the locker room the other day was easily 4 inches and thick. There's no way his engorged cock wouldn't beat my 5 inches. But so what. I'd undergo a little embarrassment, maybe a little humiliation if Gerry chose to tease me, but in return, I'd get to see another boy's hard cock.
I thought about the differences between Gerry and me. I was 17, a senior; he was 15, a sophomore; that's a point in my favor. I was 5'10 1/2"; Gerry was 5'8"; another point for me. I had a distance runner's build, a lean 130 lbs.; Gerry had a sprinter's build, 150 lbs. with muscle; have to give this point to Gerry. The penis, though. Gerry is going to best me in size of both soft and hard cock. A phone call interrupted my musings.
"Hey, senior."
"Hey, sophomore."
"You're gonna show tomorrow, right?"
"Yes, Gerry, I'll be there."
"Just wanted to check. It's time for you to show this sophomore some respect."
"Jeez, Gerry. It's not like we have a bet or anything."
"Mikey, I don't need to win a bet to get you to do what I want."
Oh oh, what's this? "Um, what are you talking about?"
"Oh, nothing much. Just that things will be a lot different after tomorrow."
"Okay, Gerry, now I have no idea what you're talking about."
"Just show up tomorrow, Mikey."
Gerry didn't sound threatening. I did wonder, though, what he thought he was getting out of this. We were going to be alone in the woods, drop our shorts, get hard, and declare Gerry the winner. Easy enough. I was willing to give him his due. He could use this little win in our daily battle of "Yeah, but I'm (fill in the blank) than you." Telling me he has the bigger penis would only be one barb he could use to his advantage. I was still a senior, I was still taller, probably smarter, and definitely better-looking. Gerry had blondish hair and a cute face, but he had a bit of an acne problem that most likely turned off the fickle girls in our high school. I felt bad for him in that respect. Anyway, Wednesday would come and go and then this would be behind us.
The grind of classes took my mind off Gerry. Soon enough, it was time for track practice. The coaches wouldn't hold a formal practice, but attendance was mandatory. We would all be turned loose to practice individually. Some kids would put in some miles, others would work on technique, some would hit the weight room. It was a decent day, so I was wearing just a t-shirt and my school shorts with a jockstrap underneath. As soon as the head coach released us, I jogged past the football field and out into the entrance to the forested part of the cross-country course.
A few hundred yards into the woods, there was a bend in the path and another hundred yards after that, a big fallen tree sat along the path, just before another bend in the course. That was the log Gerry was talking about. I stopped jogging and walked off the path, past the log, and into the woods to a dense stand of trees. Sheltered by these trees, you could see the path and remain hidden from view. I didn't have to wait long for Gerry.
"Hey, senior."
"Hey, sophomore."
"C'mon, let's get deeper in the woods. No one's gonna see us here, but I don't want anyone to hear us, either."
We trudged a little further into the trees.
"Okay, this is good." Gerry casually picked a stick off the ground.
"What do we do now?" I asked.
"Well, Mikey, now you can strip and show me what you got."
"What do you mean?"
"I want you to take off your shirt, take off your shorts, and take off anything else you have on. You can keep your shoes and socks on."
"Wait, all we need to do is drop our shorts, Gerry."
Gerry playfully swatted my flank with his stick.
"Hey!" I was startled.
He smacked me again with the stick.
"Strip. Now." A couple more swats at my rear.
"Cut it out, Gerry." Jeez, I must have sounded like a whiny girl. "Okay, okay, just stop."
I pulled my shirt off, and then slid my shorts off. I hesitated before tugging my jockstrap down, but Gerry waved his stick at me, so I got naked for him.
"What about you?" I asked.
"Relax. Both of us know I'm the winner. But you need to show me. Get your dick hard."
I took my flaccid 2 inches in my hand and started to stroke it. I was sexually excited, but also tense and I was only getting a chub. Gerry, still fully dressed, addressed the situation with his stick. He swatted my ass, and I tried to dance away while shield my pale cheeks with my hand. The stick stung but it wasn't overly painful. Gerry laughed when he ceased his attack because my cock had gotten rock hard. "I knew that might work," he said.
"Okay, senior, now I'm gonna show you what you've been dying to see."
Gerry casually undressed to his jock. The pouch was full but it was clear he wasn't hard yet. When he took off his jock, I got a better look at the genitals I had seen for only a moment a few days ago. His soft penis was at least 4 inches long and noticeably thicker than mine. His balls were a nice size. His pubic bush was full and blondish brown. He had hair on his ball sack, too.
Gerry stood close in front of me.
"You're going to help me get hard, Mikey."
He flicked my balls. I backed away, but he barked, "Stand still."
Flick, flick, flick. I flinched but stood there and took the punishment. Flick. Flick. Flick.
"You're not really a senior, Mikey. You're a little Peepee boy. You're really a 7th grader pretending to be a senior."
I'm not sure if my gulp was audible, but my throat was suddenly dried up. For good measure, Gerry grabbed my balls and squeezed them. He tugged my sack upward, forcing me onto my tiptoes.
"Get on your knees, Mikey."
I knelt down among the fallen leaves and dirt.
Gerry moved his penis along both sides of my face, across my hips, over my eyes.
"Suck my dick, Peepee boy."
I wasn't scared now. Instead, I felt totally submissive to Gerry. I had a desire to please him. His thick mushroom head flared between my lips. His shaft thickened as I stroked it. Gerry's cock turned out to be a manly 7 inches. While I pleasured him, Gerry talked to me, but I only half-heard him. I quickly shot my little load less than a minute after stroking my cock. Approaching orgasm, Gerry fucked my mouth and I held on to his hips. His thick cock filled my mouth with multiple jets of thick rich cream. When he pulled out, I was gasping for air, the tang of his semen on my tongue.
Gerry pulled me up. He clamped a hand on my balls and maintained a squeeze as he talked to me.
"You're no senior. You're a little Peepee boy in the 7th grade." He made me meet his eyes.
"I'm giving you a new name. You're no longer senior or Mike. From now on, you are 'Gerry's Boy.' Got it?"
I nodded meekly.
"What's your name?"
"Gerry's Boy."
"Speak up. What's your name?" "Gerry's Boy."
"What's your name?"
"Gerry's Boy."
"Good boy." I was dizzy in the afterglow of sucking another boy's big cock. I also was swimming in the sensation of submissiveness.
"That tree," Gerry said, "hug it."
I went to the tree, unsure what to do.
"Hug the tree. Wrap your arms around it."
I put the naked front of my body against the rough tree bark and put my arms around it.
Gerry placed himself behind me, stick now again in hand.
Swat.
"What's your name?"
"Gerry's Boy."
Swat.
"Now, Gerry's Boy, remember that you're just a 7th grader. You're nothing. You exist to please me."
Swat.
"I want you to ask your parents for permission to stay at my house this weekend. Tell them you will be staying with me Friday and Saturday night."
Swat.
"Got it?"
"Yes, Gerry."
Swat.
"Good boy."
Swat.
"One more thing. You're just a little boy, you shouldn't have any pubes. Tonight, shave your pubes. When I see you shower tomorrow, I expect to see a hairless little boy. Got it?"
Swat.
"Yes, Gerry."
"Get dressed."
Gerry walked back to the path. He still had the stick with him.
I put my clothes back on and finished practice. In the locker room afterward, I changed into my school clothes as furtively as I could. I didn't dare take a shower because I didn't know if there were any marks on my ass cheeks. When I got home, I stripped and checked my ass in the full-length bathroom mirror. No marks were apparent. Then, with sucking Gerry still fresh in my mind, I jerked off and had an intense orgasm.
Then I went down and asked my mother for permission to stay at Gerry's.
Chapter 3
Yes. The answer to the question in your mind is 'Yes.' You were wondering if I remembered to shave my pubes before going to school Thursday, weren't you? It took me forever as I was trying really hard not to cut myself. I didn't have even the hint of a beard, so I wasn't shaving my face at all. I wasn't used to using a razor. And remember, this was back in the day of the single-blade safety razor. I was so happy when the chore was finished that I masturbated again and spilled my seed on my hairless groin.
Fast-forward to track practice. I was able to change into my running gear without my smooth pubic area being seen. I was still debating whether to skip a shower. I had no idea how long it would take to regrow my modest bush. I couldn't skip a shower every single day of the season. So I held my towel in front of me on the way to the shower room and stood facing the wall while I soaped up. If anyone had said something, my only idea was to say I lost a bet. Standing safely in front of my locker again, I felt a smack on my ass and heard a voice. "Good boy." Gerry.
Now it was Friday. I was supposed to spend the weekend at Gerry's house. I had no idea what was going to happen. He abused my balls, slashed my ass, and made me suck his cock in the woods. How much of this, if any, would he be able to get away with in his own home? We had a track meet Friday afternoon at another school. When we got back, everyone showered and changed. Then most of us got on the school bus that would take us to the three different parts of town where most people lived. The bus headed to Gerry's part of town first. We got off at his stop and walked a few minutes to his house.
When we arrived, Gerry's mother was on her way out to her 12-hour shift as a nurse at a hospital in the city. Most moms, like mine, didn't work.
"Hi, I'm Gerry's mother. Nice to meet you. Gerry, I left two plates of food in the oven. Bye, dear."
Okay, that was one parent who wouldn't be around tonight. Gerry's sister and only sibling was away at college. That left Gerry's father. It turned out Gerry's dad worked the graveyard shift at the steel plant and would be out of the house by 10:30 p.m. He wouldn't even be getting out of bed until about 10 o'clock. We ate quickly and Gerry didn't say much. He cleared the table.
"What's your name?"
"Gerry's Boy."
"Good boy. If you have to go to the bathroom, go now." I did have to pee.
When I left the bathroom, Gerry led me to his bedroom. I was always surprised when a boy's bedroom was as neat and clean as this one was. I was also surprised to see bunk beds in the room. It looked like Gerry slept in the top bunk. Gerry grabbed my longish hair and yanked my head back. "Get naked, boy." I stripped quickly. "Fold your clothes and put them on the bed," he said, pointing to the lower bunk bed. As I was bent over putting my clothes on the bed, I felt a crisp smack on my ass. Gerry was standing there with that stick in his hand, the same stick he had picked up in the woods and used so effectively on my derriere. Gerry got nose to nose with me, just like Sgt. Carter used to do to on "Gomer Pyle U.S.M.C." Except, Sgt. Carter never squeezed Gomer's balls.
"You're nothing but a little 7th-grade Peepee boy. I'm going to show you who deserves respect in this school."
Then Gerry tied a nylon shoe lace tight around my dick and balls. Gerry whipped his stick against my naked flank.
"Follow me."
Gerry led me out of his room down into their basement. His home was a split level model with a sunken basement. Most of the basement was a family room. There was also a laundry room. He took me into another room that held the furnace and a big mat. There wasn't enough room to stand up straight. The furnace was on. May in our part of the Northeast could be balmy one day and wintry the next. Today was one of the real chilly days. With the door closed, the room was stifling hot.
Gerry told me to sit down on the mat. He took all his clothes off. I was already sweating, but seeing Gerry thick flaccid cock made me forget the heat. Gerry had us kneeling face to face. "Even though you don't deserve it, boy, I'm giving you a fighting chance," Gerry said. "I mean to fuck you. Stop me, if you can." He launched himself at me with no warning. I ended up on my back. However, I had the benefit of two years of high school wrestling. My biggest handicap was a lack of aggressiveness. But that didn't mean I hadn't learned a few moves. Our naked bodies were slick with sweat, as we slide out of each other's grasp. I thought at one point that I had Gerry wrapped up pretty good, but he was flat-out stronger than me with thicker arms and legs. He broke what was a pretty good hold and reversed it on me. Our long hair was soaked. My eyes were stinging from the salty sweat. We were both in good shape from running, but now we were both panting for breath.
My back was against Gerry's chest. My neck was in the crook of his arm; it could be a choke hold if he chose. His legs were wrapped around mine, forcing my legs wide apart. My hard boner and small smooth boy-sack were exposed and vulnerable.
"I'm going to fuck you, boy." He pinched the head of my dick. I groaned.
"I'm going to stuff this fat cock up your hole and fill you with my cum." He twisted my dick-head and I squirmed futilely.
"You belong to me now, you wimpy little 12-year-old." I sure felt as weak as a 12-year-old, as Gerry jabbed his forefinger into my bound boy-sack.
Gerry tightened his hold around my neck. I began to struggle for air. Inexplicably, my dick was rock hard and I began to thrust my groin in a fucking motion. I clawed at his arm with my one free hand. It was when I felt like I was going to pass out when my boner spat out a load of my semen.
"Fuckin' faggot," said Gerry.
Barely conscious, I was rolled onto my stomach. Gerry put his weight on top of me. It felt wet beneath me. Gerry's body was sliding against mine as he pushed my legs wide. He fished for his big cock and put it between my cheeks. He was rubbing it back and forth, getting it fully erect and ready to penetrate my tight boy hole. Gerry pushed a finger inside me. He hadn't brought any lube of any kind into the room, but we were oozing so much sweat that my hole was wet and his cock was slick. Gerry's removed his digit, then I felt the pressure of his mushroom head against my pink target. I was about to take a breath and steel myself for the inevitable when he jerked my thighs wider apart and in that split second my hole expanded and his cock slid into me. I did yell, as much from the sudden penetration as from the momentary pain. My dick was hard again underneath me. Gerry's strong fucking motion was forcing my body to slide against the wet mat, stimulating my little boy penis.
Gerry's 7-inch cock filled my ass. He moved it back and forth steadily. His sweat was raining down on me. God, it was hot in that room. Gerry had been talking to me.
"Take my cock, you little bitch."
"Fuuuuck, boy, oh you little boy."
He suddenly withdrew from my butt and quickly pulled my hips up to get me on my knees. Within seconds, his cock was thrusting back inside me.
"What's your name?"
"Gerry's Boy."
"Huh, what is it, what's your name?"
"Uhhh, Gerry's Boy!"
"That's right, you freakin' bitch boy. Take that cock, take it all."
At that moment, I was in love with Gerry. It sounds stupid, but I was. He was so strong, so cute, and I was taking his big cock all the way. I needed to be owned, to be told what to do, and Gerry was owning me.
Gerry was fucking me hard. His cock was pulling back all the way out and then being slammed all the way back in. My hole was gaping from his girth. My head was yanked back when Gerry grabbed my hair and grunted. His cock unloaded deep inside me before Gerry collapsed on my back. Having his weight pinning me down felt so erotic. My boy dick had shot a second load from the constant frotting of my penis against the mat. Gerry made no effort to move. His cock was still buried inside me. Then he stroked my face and began gently humping me.
"Oh god, I love your skinny little boy body. You're my boy now. You belong to me. My seed is inside you. I made you mine."
I felt that everything he was saying was true.
But then things got rough again.
Gerry pulled out and spun me onto my back. He grabbed each of my ankles and pushed my long legs over my torso. I ended up with a knee on either side of my head. My legs were wide apart and he stuffed his thick cock quickly back inside me. My dick was hard again. Gerry fucked me in earnest, still sweating all over me as he leaned over me.
"Ah fuck, take it all, you boy bitch."
He slapped my ass. He twisted by boy-sack. He pushed my legs down against me and bit my nipple. I cried out. Gerry was so powerful above me. His cock was still in full orgasm when he pulled out and splashed the rest of his load onto my face, chest and stomach.
I ended up in his arms, with him spooned against me. He was running his fingertips along my flank and then inside my thigh.
"You're so fucking skinny. I just want to fuck your little boy body and torture the shit out of you."
I was exhausted, but his words made me glad I had met him in the woods and taken the beating from his stick and come back for more.
And it was still early on Friday night. The rest of the weekend lay ahead.
Chapter 4
I admit to being lulled into a love stupor caused by being pounded by the big young cock of a boy I had a big crush on. As I lay dazed in a puddle of Gerry's and my sweat, he ducked out of the furnace room. He returned with four 16 oz. bottles of Mountain Dew.
"Chug the first one," he ordered.
I had no trouble doing as told, I was so thirsty. An involuntary belch escaped me and Gerry slapped me.
"Don't be a pig, little boy."
I rubbed my cheek, as I sank back on my haunches, chastened.
The second bottle of Dew didn't last very long, either. Gerry had me carry the four empties as I followed him to the spot near the back door where the empty bottles were kept and later taken back to a store for the deposit. Then he led me back to his room.
"Put on your underpants."
I slipped back into my FTLs while Gerry went to get more pop. He came back into the room and held out another bottle of Dew. I reached for it and he slapped my hand.
"What's your name?"
"Gerry's Boy."
"Good boy. Drink up." I took the bottle and gulped a healthy swig.
"Now stand here," Gerry said, pointing to the middle of the bedroom floor.
"Put your hands behind your head." I surrendered the Dew and put my hands behind my head.
Gerry had his stick in hand once more. He slashed it against my left flank.
"Stand straight, boy."
He ran the stick along my side. "Damn, you are skinny."
He pulled out the waistband at the back of my FTLs, looking for the label. "How can you be a size small? What a little boy you are."
Gerry poked the end of the stick into my bicep. "Look how puny your arms are."
The stick ran down my ribcage. "This is sick. I can see your bones."
"Stand with your feet together." I did. "Fuck, your thighs don't even touch. You really are a 7th-grader, a Peepee boy pretending to be a senior."
I stood still, blushing.
He handed me my bottle of pop. "Drink up, boy."
After downing 48 oz. of Mountain Dew, I had both a sugar buzz and a need to pee.
"Gerry's Boy has to pee," I said.
"Little boy got to go pee?"
"Yes, please."
"No. Hold it."
I stood in the middle of the room, hands behind my head, dressed only in my small briefs, having a growing urge to urinate. Gerry sat on the lower bunk. He had also put on a pair of briefs. His soft bulge would have commanded my attention had I not been nagged by my full bladder.
"Gerry's Boy has to pee."
"Hold it, boy."
Before long, I was doing my version of a little boy "peepee" dance, moving my weight from foot to foot, pressing my thighs together.
"Gerry's Boy has to pee, please."
"You wimp."
Gerry led me out the door and into the bathroom which was right next door and at the end of a long hallway.
"Get it in the tub." I did.
"Stand still, hands behind your head."
I must have looked extra nervous. "Don't worry about my dad seeing us. My parents have their own bathroom."
"Gerry's Boy has to pee."
I felt the slash of the stick on my butt. "Shut up, boy."
I started my peepee dance again. I was moaning now, too.
Gerry laughed. "Poor widdle boy."
I was losing my composure. "Gerry, I have to use the toilet."
He laid into me with the stick. Swat, swat, swat, swat, swat, swat.
"Ow, ow, ow, sorry, please, ow, ow, ow."
"Stand still, you sorry little boy."
I took a deep breath. I knew I was going to have to suffer the humiliation of peeing my underpants. And I knew I had to let Gerry know it was going to happen.
"Gerry's Boy can't hold his pee any longer."
"Little boy gonna pee his pants, is he?"
"Gerry's Boy can't help it."
As those words left my mouth, I lost control. It took several seconds before the dam burst, but soon a stream of piss poured out of my dick head's meatal slit, soaking through my FTLs. The cotton briefs could only hold so much liquid. The piss leaked through the cotton and escaped out of the leg holes. It felt like more than 48 oz. were flowing down my legs into the tub.
Even though I felt relief, embarrassing as it was, I swear I almost cried.
"You done yet, little boy?"
"I think so."
Gerry let me stand in my piss puddle for a minute.
"Put your arms down. Now kneel down."
Gerry stood next to the tub. He pulled out his cock. He aimed it at my face.
"Open your mouth, boy."
I opened wide and waited.
He took one more step closer and then let loose with his own stream of reprocessed Mountain Dew. It sure didn't taste like the Dew.
The initial stream hit the back of my throat and I involuntarily swallowed some. But then I stopped swallowing. I let the piss collect in my mouth and it began to overflow down my chin, my chest, my underpants.
When Gerry finished, he shook a few drops onto my face.
"Good boy, but what a mess.
Gerry ordered me to take off my briefs. It was harder than I imagined to get them off. He told me to wring them out. There sure was a lot of pee.
"Toss them in the sink." They landed with a wet plop.
He also let me untie the shoelace around my dick and boy-sack.
"Now take a fast shower. Get that piss off you."
It was maybe a 2-minute shower, but it was enough. I felt much cleaner. Once I dried off, I was led back into Gerry's bedroom.
I had to stand against the back of the bunk beds. The top of the upper footboard was about 6 feet high, tall enough for me to rest my head against it. Gerry pulled out a pile of what looked like a collection of bad-taste neckties. He used neckties to tie each of my wrists to the upper footboard. There was no way to tie my ankles to the bed; it was just too wide a stretch. But he still had me tied up. Gerry left the room and came back with my briefs. "Open up," he said. He stuffed the pissy briefs in my mouth. He tied up my dick and boy-sack again, and gave my balls a hard rap that made me groan. It woke up my little penis.
A series of tortures followed. First, Gerry worked my nipples until they were puffy and sore. Gerry abandoned his stick in favor of a wooden 12-inch ruler. He used the ruler to beat my dick-head and boy-sack. He didn't go to town on them; he slowly and methodically rapped the head and then the balls. The sting was enough to make me do another type of dance. I was in the middle of a pirouette in place when Gerry ducked out of the room. He had heard his father getting ready to leave. When Gerry returned, he said his dad was gone. We were going to be alone for the next nine hours.
"What's your name?"
"Gerry's Boy."
"Good boy."
Gerry untied me from the footboard of the top bunk, only to tie me back up but facing the other way. Now my ass was exposed and vulnerable. Gerry chose to keep the ruler rather than switch to his stick. Slowly, methodically, he applied the wooden instrument to my cheeks. Whap. Whap. Whap. Whap. Each strike by itself was negligible. But the accumulation of blows caused a sting. My boner stayed rock hard throughout.
Gerry was naked again. He left the room and I heard him rummaging in the bathroom closet. When he returned, he was behind me. I heard the unmistakable sound the lid of a jar of Vaseline being unscrewed. I felt a slick finger poke at my anus. I flinched, not because of any pain, but because of the imminent invasion of my most private place. Gerry had fucked me hard and long in the furnace room, but my teenage hole was still as tight as a virgin's. Gerry forced his finger into me. Again my erect dick betrayed any delusion I had that I objected to such treatment. Two fingers made me feel full. Three fingers spread me wider as the elasticity of my young hole made an accommodation for them. For some reason, Gerry was grunting, when it should have been me. Instead, I was holding my breath.
He was close against me now, rubbing his 7-inch erection against my crack. He was feeling the smooth texture of my torso.
"You're so skinny. I want you so much."
Was Gerry getting too mushy? He must have decided to check himself.
"You're Gerry's Boy. You're my boy. You belong to me. I own your ass. I own your skinny boy body."
He slapped my ass and positioned his thick cockhead against my boy pussy.
A firm grip on my hips, Gerry pushed into me. I gasped once, my dick twitched.
"Oh, yeah, that's my boy. Take my big cock, boy." Gerry was into his slow and methodical routine once again. He apparently wanted this to last. Even though it was more work to fuck me standing, having to thrust up into me, the track athlete--and more importantly his penis--was up to the task. I didn't have to push back against his thick member, but I did anyway, wanting him to know I was willingly submitting to his cock. I wanted all of it I could get, as many times as I could get it. I had no way of knowing how long this might last. Gerry fucked me faster, thrusting harder into my ass, showing me how strong he could be. He bit my shoulder as he climaxed. That would leave a mark.
Even high school athletes have their limits of endurance. Gerry untied me and let me use the bathroom. We took a shower together. Gerry made me kneel and drink some more of his piss. When we were clean and dry, he guided me into his bedroom and had me climb into the top bunk. He locked his door and clambered into the top bed behind me. I faced the wall with him spooned behind me. I felt the size of his flaccid cock against my cheeks. We fell asleep for a while. Gerry would fuck me bareback two more times before dawn.
Chapter 5
Gerry woke me at 7 a.m. "Go pee now so you don't run into my parents." He explained the weird schedules his family maintained. Even though it was the weekend now, his parents both had to work. His dad would be home around 7:30 a.m. His mom would be home before 8 a.m. His parents would eat breakfast together, but they wouldn't expect us. "I usually sleep in until at least 10 on Saturdays," he said. His parents would be home or out running errands. His mom would go to bed around noon and get up for work around 6 p.m. His dad would go to bed between 2 and 3 p.m. and get up for work around 10:30. We'd be alone again after his dad left.
It was 10:30 a.m. when Gerry woke me again.
"You don't have to take a shower, do you?"
"No."
"Okay, then get dressed and we'll have breakfast."
Breakfast was bacon, eggs, toast and juice. Surprisingly, to me, Gerry cooked. "I kinda' had to learn," he said.
Gerry wanted to show me the neighborhood. It was a little brisk outside. I had brought a change of clothes that included a hooded sweatshirt (we didn't call them "hoodies" in back then).
"Do you wanna go for a run?" Gerry asked.
"On a Saturday?" I was aghast.
Gerry laughed. "I was kidding. Nobody runs if they don't have to."
Where I lived, you could walk or ride your bike to a strip mall or to a shopping center. In Gerry's part of town, it was called a "village," like a town within the town. It had a few blocks of businesses and restaurants. When we got tired of the village, Gerry led me back to his house. We had a lunch, even though we'd eaten breakfast less than three hours earlier. We played for a while in the backyard with Sarge, the family's big German shepherd.
"Sarge is really Dad's dog. He feeds him and cleans up after him. That's his doghouse back there."
We went back inside to watch TV in the family room. Roller derby was on, which both of us liked. It was weird being with Gerry because he was "normal," like we hadn't done all that stuff we'd done last night.
His mom had already gone to bed, now his dad was "calling it a night." A little while after his dad had gone to bed, Gerry took me back upstairs to his room. "Take your clothes off. Fold them neat and put them on the chair." Gerry didn't take anything off. When I was naked, he said to go pee if I had to. He tied a nylon shoelace around my dick and balls. Then he took me back to the basement and opened the door to the furnace room.
"Stay here. I'll be back in a minute."
I sat down on the mat. It was warm in the room, but nothing like last night. The door opened and a kid came in. He was short, but still had to bow his head to walk in. He looked at me for a minute, probably trying to figure out what a naked older boy was doing in his house.
"Who are you?"
"Gerry's Boy." I'd blurted out the words without thinking. I blushed.
The boy shook his head. "He's sure got you trained. I'm Greg, Gerry's brother. What grade are you in?"
"12th. I'm 17."
"When are you gonna be 18?"
"In June, the day before graduation."
"I'm in 6th grade. I'm 11. I'll be 12 in August."
He seem to study me some more. I studied him, too, the brother I didn't know existed. Greg was around 5-foot tall, I thought, which meant I'd tower over him. He was slender still at 11, not filled out like Gerry.
"Lay down. On your back."
I got a little nervous. He was Gerry's little brother, so I did it.
"Spread your legs. Wider."
He stood over me, near my head, still seeming to study me. Then he stepped between my legs. He was wearing a sweatshirt and jeans and white Converse sneakers. Greg nudged my boy-sack. He nudged me again, harder. My dick started to chub up. He put the toe of his sneaker above my bound balls and then pressed down on my tight sack. I whimpered. He raised the toe, then lowered it, squishing my balls. I whimpered and squirmed. His expression never changed. He eyed me. I knew I wouldn't do anything to stop him, and he knew it, too. Then Greg bumped my balls with his foot. It was more than a nudge, but much less than a kick. Again, I whimpered. My dick was totally erect. He hit my balls again, then put his toe over me and pressed down again on my sack. He increased the pressure and held it. My whimpering was non-stop. I can only imagine how pathetic I looked to this 11-year-old boy. He had the little balls of a high school senior pinned down. Then, he just quit.
He went to the door, looked back and said, "Bye, Gerry's Boy."
I was beginning to think Gerry had forgotten about me. By now, I'd sat up in the corner, feeling my balls for signs of damage or soreness. Finally, the door opened and Gerry came in.
"What's your name?"
"Gerry's Boy."
"Good boy."
I expected him to say something about his brother, but he didn't. Gerry didn't come empty-handed. He had a paper bag full of his ugly neckties. He put me on my stomach so he could use a couple to tie my hands behind my back. I ended up on my back, arms underneath me, while he bound my ankles together. He left the room then and I pondered what fresh hell was in the offing. My balls seemed the likely target, but just because I was face up didn't mean I wasn't in for a rough fucking. It had been more than eight hours since Gerry's big cock had violated my boy pussy. My sophomore tormentor returned with a towel, a tube of something I couldn't make out, and an ice cube tray.
Gerry knelt by my hip. He took my 2 1/2-inch soft penis and stroked it to hardness. Then he fished an ice cube out of the tray. He put it against my swollen cockhead, rubbing the cute slowly back and forth. I gasped and squirmed to no avail. He iced my shrinking shaft, down to by captive boy-sack. The feel of ice on my most sensitive body part had me bucking. Gerry didn't stop until the cube had shrunk too small to hold. My balls had also constricted so much that the shoelace slid off. Gerry retied my penis and balls, and got a fresh ice cube. This time, he attacked my nipples. I did more whimpering and squirming as my nipples were iced over. He slid the ice over my chest, down across my stomach, back to my groin. He skirted my genitals to work the inside of my thighs. Although my ankles were tied together, I was so skinny that my thighs didn't touch. Gerry was easily able to run an ice cube inside each thigh and underneath my boy-sack.
I was rolled onto my stomach. Gerry moved an ice cube all over my right butt cheek, then did the same to its partner on the left side. He pushed a cube between my cheeks and ran it up and down my ass crack. As I felt the cold working its way toward my hole, I knew there had to be no way he could fit an ice cube inside me. Turns out I was right, but that made no difference. Crafty Gerry plucked an small ice pick out of his bag full of neckties. He splintered a cube and fed the pieces to my hole. Gerry had to hold me down, so wild were my gyrations. It felt like at least half a cube was now being shoved inside me. Gerry seemed to check things out a bit before making his next move. He chopped up more ice cubes and shoved the chunks up my ass. Suddenly, he tugged me onto my back. He fished my pissy briefs from the night before out of the bag of neckties. "Open up," he said, and stuffed my FTLs in my mouth. "Don't want you disturbing Mom and Dad." A butt-full of ice was bad enough. Then I noticed the tube in Gerry's hand: Ben-Gay. He put a dab of the ointment on his finger and rubbed it onto my boy-sack. To be fair to Gerry, it was a small amount of Ben-Gay. But my reaction to the resulting deep heat justified Gerry's foresight to fill my mouth with my underpants. Gerry sat back and watch me frantically writhe all over the mat, with ice in my ass and fire on my balls.
My frenzied worm dance turned Gerry on. He got naked and stroked his big cock. When the Ben-Gay lost its bite and water was dripping out of my ass, Gerry untied my ankles, pushed my long legs over my torso, and stuffed his Vaseline-coated erection into my abused hole. As Gerry's mom and dad slept two floors above, little did they know that their older son and his big cock were having their way with another boy two years older.
Chapter 6
Gerry freed my wrists. He said nothing. He gathered up the stuff he had brought with him and then left the room. I was too tired and sore to move or to wonder what was next. When the furnace room door opened again, it was Greg who entered.
"What's your name?"
"Gerry's Boy."
He laughed.
"Lay down on your back.
"Hands behind your head.
"Spread your legs."
Greg walked between my legs. He wasn't wearing his sneakers or socks. He prodded my boy-sack, which still had the nylon shoelace around it and my penis. He poked it repeatedly with his big toe. Then Greg put his whole foot on my genitals and pressed down. He moved his foot back and forth, and my dick got hard. He scrunched my cockhead with his toes. He rubbed his heel against my boy-sack. Now he kneaded my balls with his toes. I was whimpering, somewhere between pleasure at being teased and fear of being squished. Greg pushed down on my nuts, steadily pressing them down. I squirmed but kept my hands where they were. He lightly kicked my balls once, twice, three times. My cock was its full 5 inches and the pee slit was leaking pre-cum. Greg then masturbated my erect penis with the sole of his foot. It didn't take me long to have my orgasm, but only a humiliatingly small amount of semen spurted out. I wondered what Greg thought of the pathetic older teen laying naked in front of him. His face was expressionless.
"Get up."
I followed Greg out of the furnace room. Once we were able to stand up straight, he grabbed my softening penis and pulled me after him. We went up the short flight of steps into the kitchen, into the living room and up the stairs to the second floor, down the hallway to the bathroom.
"Do you have to pee?" I did.
"Get in the tub," he ordered. "Lay on your back. No, lay your head on the floor of the tub, too."
Greg reached down for my penis. He aimed the slit at my face.
"Okay, let your pee go."
My piss streamed out onto my chest. Greg adjusted his aim and splashed my face and my hair. When I was finished, he told me to sit up. He unzipped his jeans and pushed them down. His briefs followed. Greg had a soft 2-inch penis with a slender shaft but a pronounced mushroom head.
"Open your mouth."
Greg peed in my mouth. I swallowed a bit but most of it overflowed onto my naked chest and lap. He shook the last drops at me and then stood silent for a moment. My eyes were glued to his boyness and I got hard again.
"Suck it," he said.
I leaned forward and took his pubescent penis into my mouth. He tasted of pee and sweat and smelled of boy. I worked the thick head of his boy-cock. Greg's erect penis was about 3 1/2 inches. He lasted a couple minutes before his penis spasmed. There wasn't a lot on my tongue, but there was some, and it was his.
Greg pulled his briefs up and zipped his jeans.
"Take a shower and then go to the bedroom."
He turned at the bathroom door.
"Don't tell Gerry you sucked my dick."
Greg's brother was reading up in his bunk. "Get dressed. My mom will be getting up soon. She'll make us dinner." We were back in regular kids mode, just two high school friends hanging out. But it occurred to me that Gerry hadn't called me by my first name the whole time I'd been in his house.
Only Gerry, me and his mom were at the dinner table. His dad was still sleeping. I learned that Greg had spent Friday night at a friend's house and that he was over there now to spend another night. Gerry had yet to say anything to me about his younger sibling. I thought it was weird. Gerry must know what Greg did. He probably even told him what to do. I wondered if I'd ever find out what was going on between them.
Soon enough, Gerry's mom had left for work. Gerry and I watched TV. Saturday night TV sucked. Last night, "The Brady Bunch" was on, followed by "The Partridge Family." Tonight, there was "Bewitched" on Ch. 7. "All in the Family" and "Mary Tyler Moore" were on Ch. 4, but Gerry didn't want to watch them. We were watching "NBC Saturday Night at the Movies" when Gerry blindsided me with a question.
"Do you think your sister would go out with me?"
"What?" I knew Gerry was in the same grade as my sister, but I didn't know he knew her or knew of her.
"Do you think Kathy would go out with me?"
"Um, do you know her?"
"No. I've just seen her around, like at lunch in the cafeteria."
"Oh, okay. I guess I don't know if she'd date you."
But I did know and the answer was absolutely not. To me, Gerry was really cute. Even without bringing his big cock into it, I really liked him as a person. But I knew my sister and Gerry wasn't swimming in her dating pool. Gerry wasn't part of her crowd. I knew Gerry's mild acne would turn her off, not because she was repulsed by it, but because of what her girlfriends would say. Gerry wasn't a "pizza face," but I'm sure those girls would mock his skin. Gerry also made the mistake of being a sophomore. My sister was getting phone calls at home from Mark, a senior whom I didn't know, but still didn't like. He was one of the "popular" kids at school.
"Do you want me to bring up your name? Kinda feel her out about different boys and slip your name in?"
"I dunno. I just see her around and I think she's cute." Gerry wouldn't look at me and he was blushing.
Now I was kind of bummed out. I was probably imagining that Gerry wasn't thinking about anything but me this whole weekend. And now, he talks about wanting to date a girl, and not just any girl, but Kathy. I was already an insecure high school boy with low self-esteem. Bringing up my sister made me wonder why Gerry invited me over. If he liked my sister, why was he having sex with me? Did he have some weird kink about doing a brother and a sister? But if he wanted my help in getting a date with Kathy, wouldn't he act super nice to me instead of asserting total domination over me?
Gerry's dad stuck his head into the living room and said "hi and bye" on his way to work. Now Gerry and I were alone again. We watched the rest of the movie, which ended at 11 p.m. We had about eight hours to ourselves. We were going to eat breakfast with his parents on Sunday morning and then Gerry and his dad would drive me home.
"Get naked," Gerry said.
I stripped in the living room, folding my clothes without Gerry reminding me and putting them on the couch.
"What's your name?"
"Gerry's Boy."
Whatever doubts had formed because of Gerry's interest in my sister now disappeared. I was here and she wasn't.
"C'mere." Gerry pulled me over his lap. As he fondled my butt, he said, "You're my little boy. You belong to me."
My dick instantly ballooned.
SLAP. I jumped when the flat of his hand landed hard on my ass. SLAP, SLAP, SLAP, SLAP. Gerry was spanking me good.
"This is to keep you from being a naughty little boy. You must be a good little boy for your man."
Gerry flipped me onto the couch. He got up and headed to the kitchen. He brought back an aerosol can of Cool Whip. Gerry stepped out of his jeans and briefs. He sat back down on the couch and spread his thighs.
"What's your name?"
"Gerry's Boy."
"Get over here. Get on your knees."
I knelt between his legs in front of the couch. Gerry shook the can of Cool Whip and then sprayed a dollop into his mouth.
"Mmmmmmm, that's good stuff. Want some?"
I nodded. He sprayed the dessert topping over his flaccid dick and balls.
"Hungry? Dig in."
I licked Cool Whip off his cock and balls. Then I sucked his cock to its full length and gave Gerry a sloppy but tasty blow job. The only downside was that I couldn't taste the flavor of his semen with all that cream mixed in.
Gerry used his t-shirt to clean up and then we went up to his bedroom.
Gerry grabbed me from behind. He yanked my head back by my hair and gave my ass a few healthy smacks.
"What's your name?"
"Gerry's Boy."
He squeezed my balls. "You're my pretty little skinny boy. I want to fuck that hot ass all night long."
He told me to get in the top bunk. He got naked and climbed in next to me. As I found out last night, there isn't a lot of room for two teenagers in a bunk bed with a twin-size mattress. But where there's a will--and horny boys--there's always a way.
Gerry and I kissed as he played with my ass. He pushed me onto my stomach and kneed my legs apart. Gerry had brought the Cool Whip with him along with his clothes. He stuck the nozzle of the can in my hole and filled my ass with Cool Whip. After having my anus stuffed with ice, the Cool Whip was no big deal. Gerry added a little whip to his cock for good measure and then stuffed himself deep inside me. Once he could feel me loosened up, he reached under his pillow and pulled out a clear plastic bag.
"Hold still." He slipped the bag over my head. There was a drawstring at the opening and he pulled it tight.
"Be a good boy for Gerry. You're gonna love this."
As he fucked me, Gerry kept the bag sealed tight against my neck. The bag collapsed around my face as the oxygen disappeared. I began to buck wildly underneath him, his thick cock still fucking away. He tugged the bag off my head and I sucked in the air.
"That's it. Are you Gerry's good little boy? Are you?"
I nodded. I was totally absolutely submissive now.
He gently pumped inside my ass. Then he put the bag over my head again. He drilled me harder as my body bucked futilely beneath his weight. Once again, he tore the bag off my head and I gulped down more air.
One more time. The bag went on. The plastic was glued to my face as the air disappeared. I struggled mightily underneath him but Gerry fucked even harder. He pounded my ass as I clawed at his arm. I heard him groan and he shot an intense load up my hole and tore the bag of my head.
"Good boy. That's my good boy. God, I love you."
And I loved him. At least it was the love of a teenage boy after a good fucking.
I lay totally spent beneath him. His cock was still inside me and there it stayed most of the night.
On Monday, after our weekend of sex, Gerry approached me as I was stretching out at track practice.
He stuck out his hand and said, "Hi, I'm Gerry. What's your name?" I turned scarlet.
"Gerry's Boy," I mumbled.
"I'm sorry, I didn't quite catch that. What's your name?"
"Gerry's Boy."
"Nice to meet you. I'm Gerry." He laughed as he walked away.
"What was all that about," asked my friend Chris.
"Never mind," I replied.
In the weeks that followed, Gerry and I managed to sneak off into the woods a few times during track practice. He made me strip naked. I would hug a tree and receive punishment from a stick. Then I would kneel down and suck Gerry's hot cock until he spurted his rich load down my throat. Except for one time when he pulled out and coated my face with his boy juice.
I did ask my sister if she knew any of the boys on my track team. I mentioned four sophomores, including Gerry. She didn't recognize his name. I chose not to tell him, and he never did bring it up again.
I could never host Gerry. My family was too large and privacy was non-existent. Then Gerry told me about the perfect opportunity to be alone again. It was mid-May and his parents would be traveling to pick up his sister from college. They'd be gone overnight. Since it was such a short trip, Gerry's parents felt okay leaving Gerry and Greg on their own. I was hoping Gerry was as excited as I was. I couldn't wait.
Chapter 7
Gerry's parents were leaving Wednesday morning. They would be back with Gerry's sister on Thursday. Being alone with him again preoccupied me for much of Monday and Tuesday. I tried not to masturbate so that I was more likely to have enough semen to be able to shoot boy juice more than just two or three times.
When I thought of it, we weren't going to be alone all that long. Gerry and I had school Wednesday and track practice after school. We wouldn't get to his house until about 5:30 p.m. And since we had school Thursday, we'd have to get early. I wasn't sure how long Gerry would want to play, but even if we were in bed by midnight, we'd have at least six whole hours for sex. That ought to be enough for any horny teen boy.
We rode the sports bus to Gerry's stop and walked to his home. I had packed my gym bag with a change of shirt, socks and briefs. I wouldn't need pants other than the jeans I was wearing. I had also shaved my pubic area again.
Gerry closed the front door behind us.
"What's your name?"
"Gerry's Boy."
"Take your clothes off."
I wondered where Gerry's younger brother Greg was, but didn't ask. I took off my clothes and folded them. I was hard before I'd gotten my jeans off. Gerry told me to wait there as he went to let their dog Sarge out into the backyard. When he came back, Gerry told me to go to his bedroom. He followed me up the stairs, spanking my bare cheeks as I climbed. He kept swatting at me down the hallway and then pushed me into the room. He squeezed my boy-sack.
"You're my little boy, my skinny little boy."
He caressed my left cheek (the one on my ass) and licked my left cheek (the one on my face). He tied the nylon shoelace tight around my dick and balls.
Gerry was wielding that stick he'd found in the woods the first time I got naked for him. I was pushed to the foot of the bed. I expected to be trussed up to the footboard again for an extended fuck. But Gerry changed his mind and prodded me over to the desk on the other side of the room. He had to clear everything off the desk for what he had in mind. I stood at one side of the desk. Gerry pushed my torso over the desk and tied my each of my wrists to a desk leg. My smooth white ass was sticking up and out for him.
"My little boy has the hottest little ass on the track team."
SWAT. I felt the first sting of the scorpion's tail.
"Your ass is even hotter than those cute buns on that little freshman Ryan."
SWAT. The stick struck again. I had a brief respite as Gerry stripped naked and put on a jockstrap. I felt totally submissive at the sight of him, stick in hand and bulging jock pouch. Left, right, center, Gerry flicked his stick again and again with varying degrees of force. I felt my ass heating up.
Gerry had to retreat to the bathroom to fetch the Vaseline. I wondered if his mom ever found a stray pubic hair in the jar or if she wondered where all the Vaseline was going. Gerry seemed impatient to get his cock inside me. He tried to stuff two fingers in, but had to use one to get me opened up enough to take more. Finally, he was satisfied. I was already primed for a hands-free orgasm of my own. I felt the pronounced mushroom head knocking at my backdoor. With his hands on my narrow hips, Gerry thrust into me. I groaned. He was in the mood to take his time. He marveled at my bony back and stroked my sides as he slowly fucked me. He ran his fingers through my long thick hair. He stuffed a finger into my mouth for me to suck.
It was time to change things up. Gerry pumped his thick sophomore cock all the way in and pulled it all the out, again and again. Each forceful push elicited an "ooomph" from me. But this action, too, was deliberately paced. He was caressing every part of me he could reach. I knew Gerry admired my body for what it was, a juvenile distance runner's slender and lightly muscled wisp of boyness. But until now, he hadn't shown such attention to it.
This reverie soon ended when Gerry ramped up the speed and force of his copulation. He leaned over me, now sweating a bit. I was clutching the desk legs and he pounded my boy pussy. Then he moaned and grunted and expelled his big load inside my willing ass.
I was untied and hustled into the bathroom. Gerry tossed my FTLs at me. I slipped them on and pissed myself. Then I knelt in the tub and received Gerry's golden shower. I had to wring out my briefs and put them in the sink before we showered. I shouldn't have been surprised that Gerry's soaped-up cock ended up in my hole. I was pressed fast against the tiled wall of the shower as he thrust up into me. A love bite to the neck signaled the start of his orgasm, spewing more boy juice into my innards. Gerry spun me around to face him.
All he said, was, "Hungry?"
We dried off. Gerry put on his athletic supporter. I was kept nude. We went downstairs to the kitchen. He had me set the table as he heated up a three-legged fryer coated with Shake 'n Bake that his mom had left for him. There were some leftover mashed potatoes, too. Gerry opened a can of corn. We had chocolate milk to drink. We had a normal conversation about school and track, just like any two friends would. This was pretty normal except for one boy being naked and the other wearing just a jockstrap. Dessert was "Thank You" brand chocolate pudding from a can.
Gerry let Sarge back in the house and fed him. We did the dishes (he washed, I dried). Neither of us had homework that needed to be done for Thursday, so we let dinner settle in front of the TV. "Bewitched" was on Ch. 7 at 8 p.m. followed by "The Courtship of Eddie's Father." Then there was a comedy show with Marty Feldman, some English guy with weird eyes. At some point, Gerry got up to turn on the heat. "My father would kill me if he knew I was running the furnace." I took that as a hint I was in for another visit to the furnace room.
It was 9:30 now and Gerry was obviously horny again. Sure enough, he led me to the furnace room. He tied up my dick and balls again.
"I know I humped your ass twice already and you're probably sore. But I'm horny and I'm gonna take you again, unless you're man enough to stop me."
I wasn't. I tried really hard to fend him off and he did have to work up a literal and figurative sweat to finally conquer me. We rolled and squirmed and wriggled all over the mat. Once Gerry got me around the neck, it was all over. He'd brought the Vaseline with him, and he fingered me while maintaining the choke hold. He coated his cock, pushed me onto my stomach and mounted me. Dinner had refueled Gerry's erotic engine. We were both drenched in sweat and it was a relief to me when he finally climaxed in my boy hole.
We lay in sweat, recovering. There was a noise at the furnace door.
"Sarge wants in." Gerry crawled over and pushed the door open. Sarge rushed in, sniffed at me, then turned his attention to Gerry. The big shepherd was brown and black. He tried to tongue-wash Gerry's face and licked at his sweaty upper body. He grabbed Sarge by the scruff and play-wrestled with him. When Gerry got him settled down, Sarge lay quietly alongside him.
"He's a beautiful dog," I said.
"Yeah, he is. He's got a big cock, too."
"He does?"
"Yeah. Wanna touch it?"
"No."
"Go ahead, feel it." Feeling uneasy, I crawled near the dog's back legs.
"Are you sure he won't bite me?"
"One way to make sure. Hang on."
Gerry left the room, shutting Sarge in with me. Sarge faced the door. I couldn't see his penis, but his balls were obvious. The furnace went silent, so Gerry must have cut the heat off. He came back in with a muzzle.
"My dad muzzles him sometimes when he gives him a bath or takes him for a walk."
Sarge was muzzled and Gerry had hold of him.
"Touch his dick. No excuses now."
I touched Sarge's furry sheath. The dog turned his head in my direction.
"Keep going. Stroke it now." I took the sheath between my thumb and forefinger and stroked it. My dick was getting erect and so was Sarge's canine penis. His dog dick poked out farther and farther, It was big and ugly, and it was slimy to the touch. Sarge was getting worked up, but Gerry had him in check.
"Kiss it."
"What?"
"I want you to kiss Sarge's dick."
I looked at Gerry, then quickly looked away. I bent down, pulled the dog cock toward me, and planted a quick peck on it.
"Again."
I did it again.
"Now suck it."
I looked at the engorged cock and put my lips over the tip. I knew my little dick was rock hard as I began to suck a cock that didn't belong to a human.
"Good boy. Keep going. I got hold of Sarge."
I sucked half of the big shepherd cock and stroked the rest of the shaft down to Sarge's penile knot until I felt a rush of liquid stream into my mouth. I pulled off right away, but still ended up with a lot of dog cum in my mouth. The dog juice was runny and tasted bitter. The rest of Sarge's load had landed on the mat.
"I can't believe you did that," said Gerry.
"What do you mean?" My face flushed.
"You sucked his dick."
"But you told me to."
"Yeah, but I didn't actually think you'd do it."
"You told me to."
"I didn't even think you'd touch his dick."
Shit. Now I'd humiliated myself in front of Gerry.
Gerry shooed Sarge out of the room and closed the door.
"What a little Peepee boy you are. Lick that dog cum off the mat."
I cleaned the mat and sat up. He lunged for me. Startled, I rolled into a fetal ball and he wrapped himself around me.
"I can't believe you did that. Gerry's Boy sucks doggy dick." His cock was hard against my ass.
"How about some Gerry dick now, boy? Huh?"
I had no fight left in me. He forced me on my back, perched himself on my chest and leaned over me.
"Suck my dick, boy."
I took his first few inches in my mouth and sucked him good. I fondled his nut-sack. He was hard as iron and leaking pre-cum. He'd just begun to fuck my face when he changed his mind. He rolled off me, grabbed my legs and pushed them over me. He squatted behind me and didn't waste much time stuffing his cock inside my boy pussy.
"Oh yeah. You like doggy dick, little boy? You like sucking Sarge's big cock?"
Gerry may have fucked me harder before, but I don't think so. He ravaged my ass with that sophomore cock. He thrust hard with every spurt of cum from his cock, seven at least.
It was about 11 p.m. when we went to bed. We'd taken another shower, but Gerry was too fucked out to take me again. But by morning, he had renewed vigor. When the alarm went off, he hopped out of bed and let Sarge out to do his business in the backyard,
"We're gonna eat first, then get dressed," he said.
So I ate naked while Gerry sat in his jockstrap. He didn't feel like cooking, so we had cereal, toast and juice.
After breakfast, Gerry swatted my ass all the way back upstairs, down the hallway, and into his room. My dick and balls were tied again. He bent me over the desk, unbound this time, and fucked me hard with the help of good old Vaseline. He left a nice big deposit deep in my anus.
"Get dressed. No shower for you, Gerry's Boy. I want my cum to leak out of your hole all morning at school. I want you to remember where it came from, too."
END