JOHN AND ANDY by Ant-boy@hotmail.co.uk [Revised 2009]
[The following contains descriptions of young boys [16 & 18] indulging in gay sex with slight s/m content. I do not in any respect condone sexual contact of any type with minors. This is a fantasy about consenting males of roughly the same age being made aware of their sexuality. If under the age of consent you must leave this page now.
I woke up with a start. It felt like the middle of the night, everywhere so still, but as I glanced over at the clock saw it was actually only just past 10.00 and so I'd only been asleep for twenty minutes or so. The moon was shining through the window and I turned and looked over at the other bed to see the sheet pulled back and John and Andy both missing. Then I heard a sound in the distance, followed by another. I couldn't quite make out what I heard so sat up and listened more intently. A crack followed by a slight moan and faint voices. It must have been what woke me in the first place. The house was so quiet I could have been all alone in the world until I heard it again, faint and muffled. For some reason I wasn't afraid, as maybe I should have been, sleeping in a strange bed and hearing strange noises in the night.
John & Andy were twins, in the same class at school and their father and mine worked for the same company. Both of our parents had gone away for the weekend leaving their brother, who being two years older at eighteen was considered competent, in charge. That is why I was sleeping over at their house for the first time. Then I heard it again. This time the moan followed by some conservation but without the crack. I had to discover what it meant. I was attracted like a moth to the flame and without the willpower to resist, even if I had wanted to do so. I got out of bed and walked to the bedroom door that had been left slightly ajar. I could see well enough in the moonlight and as it was warm didn't bother with the slippers and dressing gown my mother had insisted I bring with me. I heard the voices again, they came from below and walking to the head of the stairs and looking down I could see a dim light coming up from the cellar's open doorway. Before I knew it I was downstairs and creeping down to the cellar.
As I got to the bottom of the stairs and peered round the corner the voices got louder but I could still not make out what they said. It was a mixture of John and Andy's, also their brother Paul. Some years previously their father had partitioned off half the cellar to make a games room for them which was where we usually played when it was too cold or wet to go outside. Played is the wrong word really, just messed around with a computer, played records watched TV and moaned about school and parents. Over the years several items of furniture had come down from upstairs including a rather saggy old single bed we used as a sofa, pine kitchen table and benches and it seemed any items that had been replaced or updated in the house upstairs. I stood, undecided, when I made out Andy's voice. He was almost moaning making rhythmic 'uh uh uh' sounds that were accompanied but a regular sort of slurp that seemed to keep in time. I crept up to the partition and looked through a gap to find myself, with a shook, staring straight into Andy's half glazed eyes. I was sure he'd seen me by the look on his face but he made no acknowledgement of the fact, just continued to stare straight at me.
As my eyes became accustomed to the low light and I could see more clearly my cock rose and tented my sleep shorts as if it would break. I didn't touch it; I couldn't, just pressed up harder against the partition as my eyes took in the sight, pushing my cock against the upright. Andy was lying bent over the pine table, his arms pulled forward and gripping the legs not more than four foot from the partition. From what I could see he was stripped bare and standing behind him was Paul, also striped as far as I could tell. He had a strange look on his face and was pushing and rubbing at Andy's backside while Andy continued to make the 'uh uh uh' sounds I'd heard before as I could see the breath was forced from his body. I could see from his eyes he was in some sort of pain but strangely, just knew somehow, he was enjoying it.
John was standing on the other side of Andy, equally naked, and rubbing his hands over Andy's back. I stood stunned for a moment, unable comprehend what I was seeing. I was unaccustomed to nudity on show like this and the uninterrupted darkness of John's skin, made even blacker by the dim light, looked totally alien-more so even than the bizarre position he was in. This was not running through the showers after gym. The quick underhand glances at naked bodies followed by the fear someone would see my erection and call attention to it. This was something quite different. Every fantasy I'd ever had about them. The very reason I'd had to be almost forced to sleep over with them. Neither of our parents could understand why, as we were the best of friends, I'd always refused. I'd been afraid I'd get carried away and be unable to control myself. Now I could look to my heart's content. The smooth curve of his bum made my stomach flutter and my cock begin to swell even more.
Paul half-picked Andy up and dragged him over to the bed where he pushed him down on his back with his head thrown over the edge. He was definitely naked, I could see his black cock that I'd wanted so desperately to touch for the last year flopping back and forth as Paul continued to torment his arse. I couldn't see it clearly but I knew what was happening to him and almost came in my pants at the thought. A hand was clenched against the bed frame. Impossibly, one of his feet seemed to materialise out of the darkness above his head.
Andy's moans rose in intensity and frequency and he was repeatedly pressed into the bed and released. Then thrust back yet again. He was whipping his head from side to side in torment, crying out hoarsely with each thrust, yet I knew he was enjoying whatever was happening at the same time. Suddenly it all stopped and his cries faded into whimpers. The hand let go of the bed and disappeared into the darkness. Andy rolled over and opened his eyes. He looked right at me, but reacted as though I wasn't there. Paul stepped forward into the doorway, his huge hairy cock all shinny and wet. I let out another cry-this was different. He appeared to me as a giant, with equipment to match. What was happening?
Paul looked down at me for a moment, like wolf peering at a mouse. I was petrified with fright, unable to move or even think. Somehow I hoped that if I was perfectly still he might not see me-but he did. "You shouldn't be here," he said flatly.
His voice was different, there was no tone of command in it-like it was something he was saying because he had to. I watched avidly as he went over to John and lifted him onto the bed. It made no difference that I was present. John was already whimpering but didn't struggle. I noticed guiltily that he had an erection. Andy limped out naked, one hand rubbing his ass. He looked at me again and still didn't say anything. He had an erection, too, the pink head of his cock peeking out from the smooth folds of skin. With drowsy slowness it dawned on me that this horrible thing was what I had come here for.
John began to plead with his elder brother to leave him alone, his voice somehow excited not fearful. Then he began to wail "No!" over and over, his cries turning into sobs and moans as the movement started again. The bedsprings creaked. His voice changed, became softer, "Yes, Yes, harder, harder".
"Put your hands behind your back," Andy voice came from behind me. "Don't turn round."
In a trance I did as he said and felt him tie towelling strips round my wrists and then pass then round my back and stomach so that my hands were tied down my side and I couldn't move my arms.
He pushed me forward into the room and I could see more clearly what was happening on the bed. John was laying face down, the ebony globes of his arse stuck into the air by a couple of pillows. Paul was kneeling between his legs, one hand massaging his huge cock, the other with his fingers pushed inside John's arse. As I watched he pulled his hand out and presented his cock to John's arse. John had stopped resisting and I could see was actually raising his arse to accept the massive intrusion. I knew it had to hurt and John yelled to prove it but still continued to push his backside up to Paul's cock and I saw to my disbelief that slowly all of it disappeared inside him.
All this time Andy had been slowly pushing me forward and had removed my sleep shorts without my noticing it, I was only aware that I had the biggest and most painful erection of my life. I was embarrassed to be naked like this yet excited by it at the same time. I wanted what John was getting even 'though I knew there was no way I could take that massive black cock inside me. Still I wanted it. Now Paul started to push his cock in and then partially out of Johns arse. In, out, in, out. Each time John yelped but still continued to raise his backside to meet the thrusts.
This was it. This was what I wanted. This I had to experience. All the time Andy had been rubbing his hands over my body. I could feel his partially erect cock rubbing against my crack, his hands wandered to my nipples and started to gently play with them. My erection was straining to escape, somehow, somewhere, but with my hands tied I couldn't touch it. Paul stopped what he was doing and raised his head to look at me. "Are you sure this is what you want?" he asked. "Once started there's no going back".
I could only nod my head and grunt. There was no way I would have left that cellar then.
Paul got off the bed and walked over to me. I was shivering uncontrollably but I vowed not to make a sound. Still, a nervous gasp escaped me when he slid his fingers under my chest and thighs and hoisted me up. His skin was hot and damp and the touch of it tickled a little. My mind wanted things to slow down; everything was going too fast. I struggled against the scraps of towel that held me but it was no good. He lay me face up on the bed and I heard that terrifying/exciting creak. The sheets were slick and wet and cold but I could feel the residual heat from John's body. They smelled of sweat and of something else...bleach? I couldn't tell. His hands were on me again, pulling my legs up, exposing my ass to the air and to him. I let out another gasp.
I heard a squirt and there was something thick and wet running down my crack and onto my balls. Then his hand was there, rubbing it in from my balls, down to my ass. Then he slid a greasy finger right into me. I cried out in shock and embarrassment. It hurt a little at first, but as he pushed in deeper it felt better. He turned and twisted his finger, moving it around inside me and I had to let out a groan of pain. Then he pulled out, leaving my ass hot and tingly. Then I felt him trying to force two fingers up inside me. At first they wouldn't fit, but he forced them and that hurt like hell-like I was having a huge crap that was too big to come out my ass. Instinctively I tried to push the crap out-even though it wasn't a crap-and then his two fingers slid right in. The pain lessened immediately, but the burning and the throb were still there. I couldn't help groaning again. When he started twisting around those two fingers I cried out and my whole body went stiff as I strained against the bonds. He put his hand on my back and pushed me into the bed and started curling his fingers open and closed. That felt like my insides were going to burst and I begged him to stop. He pulled his fingers out and I sank back onto the bed.
"Oh no! Put it back." I cried, "But please don't hurt me." "Wait", I heard Andy say. "He's new at this and anyway, he's ours. Our own little white boy, just like you said".
Part of me heard Paul say "OK, but take it carefully. I think he's still a virgin".
Then new hands were at my sides and there was a pressure on my ass. But this was different, warm and wet. I managed to lift my head and saw with a shook that Andy had his head between my thighs and that it was his tongue I could feel darting at my arse. Then he lifted his head slightly and took my balls into his mouth, sucking and pulling on them. My head fell back, this I had never imagined in my wildest fantasy. I couldn't hold out any longer and with a shriek my body arched up from the bed and I was sure my back must break as I came stronger than ever before. Andy continued to suck on my balls as I shot over and over again, finally slumping back to the bed with my eyes closed.
I felt him climb onto the bed and straddle my body and when I opened my eyes he was astride my chest. Looking up I could see his face was covered with my cum, in fact it was dripping down onto his chest and as I watched dripped onto my cheek. He wiped it with his finger and put his hand to my mouth smiling, "lick it", he said, and without hesitation I obeyed. Greedily sucking on his fingers.
"I don't think we'll have to teach you much after all. Do you want to go on?"
I could only nod my head. Go on? I hoped this would never stop. I could already feel myself starting another erection. "Try this instead," he said, pushing his cock at my mouth as he withdrew his fingers.
Hesitatingly I poked out my tongue and licked it. It felt strange but not unpleasant. I was aroused by the thought of my white boys' tongue licking a black boy's cock. I opened my mouth wider and he pushed partially inside.
"Lift your head back a bit and you won't choke", he said, and before I knew it he was down my throat and holding my head in his hands.
I started to panic and was about to gag when another pair of hands tweaked my nipples and as I opened my mouth even wider to gasp, Andy's cock just seemed to slide into place.
I looked up to see him smiling and tried to smile back, as much as I could with his cock in my mouth. I wanted him to know how much I loved it. I'd only ever dreamt of touching it with my hands, possibly kissing it. I'd never considered he might want to put it have it fully inside my mouth. I hoped that some time when my hands were untied he and his brother would let me touch them all over. I wanted to worship their ebony bodies with my hands and my tongue. Without prompting I started to suck on it, enjoying the look of pleasure that came over his face. His black body glistened, speckled in places where my cum had dried. As he started to breathe more deeply I could see tiny drops of sweat gather and run slowly down his chest, occasionally dripping onto my face. Meantime the hands that had been exciting my nipples had moved further down and were now playing with the crack in my arse. I was now more relaxed and found with surprise I was raising my backside to meet the intrusion. "Pull back a bit Andy," I heard John say, and knew it was him down the other end. "I'm going to try it now and you don't want to get bitten," he said with a slight laugh.
Andy pulled his cock out of my mouth but continued to hold my head. "Just hold on," he said, "you're going to try it all tonight."
I felt my legs being lifted into the air and could just see Paul standing to one side holding them up with one hand while he played with himself with the other. Would John and Andy's pricks grow that big I wondered, I'd never be able to suck on that, it was huge. Then I felt something new pushing at the crack of my arse. It was hard and warm and kept on pushing and pushing in little jabs. It hurt but before I could even shout out I felt all of a sudden it penetrate me. It stretched my arse wide and I was sure it was going to tear. I begged him to stop but he ignored me. I tried pushing my asshole to force him out only to find his cock slid in a bit more, making the pressure even worse. Still he forced himself in and I felt my asshole stretching and tearing open wider. The he pulled back slightly and rammed himself inside again. Even as I cried out in the shock and pain I could feel another sensation. I didn't know what it was but it gave me an immediate erection and somehow felt good. As he slowly pulled out and back in a couple of more times the mixture of grease and hot slick flesh did its job and I began to breathe more easily. Except that each time he forced himself in my breath was expelled with a gasp and I only seemed to have enough time for a quick gulp before he rammed in again.
Then I felt my legs being placed over his shoulders and realised that at least was one reason for the tie round my ankles. It stopped them sliding off.
"Do you want to finish off first bro," I heard John ask Andy and opening my eyes again I was aware that Andy had been masturbating all this time and from the look on his face was about to come. He had pulled back slightly so his body was above my waist and I realised that it was Paul who now had hold of my head from behind as Andy beat his cock harder and harder. I could see the little pink slit in the end start to pucker and with a series of quick gasps he started to shoot over my chest, then as he raised himself and beat harder, over my face and hair. I felt some fall inside my open mouth and swallowed it without thinking. Sort of like a heavy, slightly salty cream.
A grinning voice behind me said, "See, I said we wouldn't have to teach him much. He's a natural at it." Andy grinned at me and climbed off, bending down to kiss my lips as he did so. My body caught fire at his touch and I pushed back on John's prick without thought.
"Again?" he asked. "Yes," was all I could say, and he bent down and kissed me again. This time his tongue pushing in where his prick had been only minutes earlier. I responded in kind. It was true; this did come naturally to me. It was what I had been missing.
As we kissed I could feel his smooth body slick against my own. We were both sweaty and sticky but there was no smell of stale sweat. It was fresh and normal, sweet and salty. I pushed my tongue back in his mouth and kissed him as hard as I could when I felt John start to fuck my arse again. This time it was not an intrusion in the same way. It hurt, but in a way that was also exciting and erotic. I wanted him inside me. All of him. Kissing his brother at the same time made it all the more natural and they seemed in my haze to be an extension of each other. I was hardly aware of Paul jacking off beside us and am not sure if I felt it when his cum splattered over the three of us. John was grunting louder and throwing his head back as he pulled nearly out before ramming in as hard as he could, faster and faster, then with a juddering cry I felt him shoot inside me. Warm and cool at the same time I could feel it shoot all the way up to my stomach. As I felt him withdraw I cried out at the loss, as it seemed. But almost at once I felt his mouth engulf my prick.
A warm soft mouth that gripped harder as it started to slide up and down on the shaft. His hands were playing with my balls and I knew I couldn't hold out for long. I tried to pull my mouth away from Andy to warn John I was about to come but that only made Andy grip harder and twist his tongue round mine until I had no idea whose mouth our tongues were in. As I started to shoot John pulled my balls down harder and as I realised he was swallowing and coming back for more I let myself go. Wave after wave rolled over and down my body as he milked me down to the last drop, finally letting go with a sigh.
As he did so Andy gently pulled back and said, "I think we all need a shower and some clean sheets before we start again."" Start again, I thought to myself? I was finished. Well, maybe, after a shower. If they could have another go I was willing to try. Anyway, I was sure there must be other things they'd not yet had the time to teach me and I was certainly ready to learn all they knew. I just hoped our parents kept on going away together for weekends.