Chapter 4: Ford's Story
[author's note: I have been advised by my editor that I should use "cum" instead of "come" as the sexually-related word. So, for the remainder of this story, "cum," "cumming," and "pre-cum" will be so-spelled. I now return you to our story in progress.]
When I got back to my room, I decided to take a shower to get rid of the day's grime. I got undressed and put on a robe. I had just grabbed a towel and was routing through my toiletries when there was a knock on the door. I opened it to find Ford standing there with a grin on his face.
"It's later," he said.
"I was just going to take a shower," I said. "Why don't you join me?"
"Let me go get my stuff, and I'll see you there," Ford said, and he head off to his room down the hall.
I thought a moment, then went back and grabbed some more stuff from my toiletry kit. I closed the door to my room and headed to the bathroom. At that time of night it was deserted, and the chance of anyone ELSE wanting to take a shower was nil.
We had a communal shower; three stalls separated by shoulder-high walls, and an open drying-off area separated from the toilets and sinks, perfect for private rendezvous. I pulled the shower curtain closed, hung up my towel and robe, grabbed my soap, and turned the water on.
A couple of minutes later the curtain was slid aside, and Ford came in. He took off the towel wrapped around him, grabbed his own soap, and headed for the stall next to mine.
We chatted about this and that as we soaped up. Finally I asked, "You're not gay, are you?"
"No," he said. "I'm straight." Then he added, almost as an after thought, "Mostly."
"Then where did you learn to suck cock?" I pressed him. "Tonight was obviously not your first time."
So he told me his story...
"I have three older brothers," Ford began. "We're all two years apart. My parents were regular as clockwork when it came to having kids. I'm the youngest.
"My parents didn't teach us about sex. And since I grew up in a pretty conservative town, we didn't get much sex education in school, either. It just wasn't something one talked about, so we had to pretty much figure out what it was all about our own.
"Anyway, one day I came home and found Cameron, that's my next older brother, lying on his bed beating off. I found out later that they'd planned it. My brothers, all of them together, decided it was time to teach me about sex, to initiate me into their club."
"You'd like Cameron. He's REALLY good looking; he makes me look like a dork." Cameron must have been a god, if Ford, this paragon of jockness, was calling him good-looking in comparison. Cameron did come up to visit Ford once, and I found out everything Ford said about him--and more--was true.
Ford continued, "And he's gay. You'd have a GREAT time with him." Ford was right, I DID have a great time with him on that one visit. "Anyway, I was close to twelve, so Cameron was close to fourteen. Naturally I asked him what he was doing, and rather than being embarrassed to be caught beating off, he seemed happy to show me all about it."
"Cameron made me take off my clothes; he had just pulled down his pants and underwear. I sprung a boner--I'd had them before but didn't think much of them. They were more of an inconvenience. I knew that you weren't supposed to have one in the locker room or the guys would laugh at you, but thought of it as a muscle cramp or something. It never occurred to me that it could be some much fun to play with your boner.
"So, Cameron showed me how to beat off. I started working my cock back and forth, then Cameron leaned over and took hold of it to show me how to do it right. Boy did THAT feel good, having someone else do me. Then Cameron made me beat him off for a while. Then we each did ourselves.
"Cameron started speeding up, so I started speeding up. Remember, I was learning from him. I wasn't sure what was going to happen, only that it felt good, and my balls started feeling tight, and my cock was getting even harder. Cameron yelled at me to put one hand over the tip, to `Catch it,' whatever IT was.
"I put my hand over the tip-boy was THAT sensitive, and pretty soon cream started coming out. At least it looked sort of like cream. Cameron started cumming when he saw ME cumming. He caught his jism in his hand, too. He kept beating off, so I did too.
"Finally we stopped. How was it,' Cameron asked me. It was, um, INTENSE, I told him. Then I looked at the jism in my hand, and he looked at his hand, and he said, That's cum. You can eat it.' So e licked off his hand and I licked off mine. It tasted kind of salty and, well, you probably know. I never acquired a taste for it, but don't mind it." That's what Ford said, he didn't MIND the taste of cum. Like he'd had many opportunities to try different guy's cum. And this guy was straight?
Ford went on, "Anyway, then Cameron told me about cum, and sperm and women and babies and stuff, and even gave me a couple of porno magazines to look at. And THAT'S how I got my sex education. But it's not all my brothers taught me about sex.
"Pretty soon I was beating off with Cameron every day. Then one day, as we were beating off, Cameron said to me, `Want to try something which feels even better?' So when I agreed, Cameron leaned over my cock and started sucking on it. After he did that for a while, he told me to suck on his cock. SO we took turns that day. I came in his mouth, and he swallowed it, so naturally I let him cum in my mouth and I swallowed it. Pretty soon we were giving each other blow jobs instead of just beating off together.
"Then one day Cameron was sitting at the end of the bed, legs spread, and I was kneeling between them sucking on his cock, when the door to his room burst open and in came our other brothers. Dave, the oldest, was eighteen, a senior in high school. He's dark and hairy and very straight. Teddy was sixteen. He's the only blond in the family. I think he goes both ways. He had a girlfriend, but also spent a lot of time hanging around queers."
Ford looked at me, then said, "Is it okay if I call them queers? You know, I don't have anything against gay guys, like you and Jason." Now THAT was news. Jason was another gymnast, a sophomore, REALLY cute body, and not a member of the clique playing our game of Strip Wales Tales. And my gaydar hadn't gone off when I was near him. Hmmm, maybe I need to have it adjusted! "I sort of differentiate between guys like you, you know, who look and act normal, and guys who are effeminate, or prance about, or, you know, say, Girl' and Fabulous!' Those are the guys I call `queer.' And my brother hangs around with them some, so I think he's doing it with them and with his girlfriend. It HAS improved his fashion sense! But, where was I?
"So Dave and Teddy burst into the room. Cameron, in the meantime, had squeezed his knees together, trapping my head between them with his cock in my mouth. `So, our little brother is a cocksucker?' Dave asked. All I could do was mumble, since my mouth was, um, kind of full. I found out later that they'd all planned it, that they'd decided it was time for me to become a FULL member of their little club.
"So Dave and Teddy got undressed. Teddy was bigger than Dave, even though he was two years' younger, and that kind of pissed Dave off. Even now, whenever one of us wants to get Dave mad, we just call him Tiny Dick' or TD.' Then Dave decided he didn't want a blow job from me. I'm a REAL man,' Dave announced to all of us. Real men FUCK, they don't get blow jobs.'
"He had even remembered to bring lube with him--they had REALLY planned this. SO I was kind of scared when they spread me across the bed, with my ass up in the air ready for whatever. I knew about fucking, from the porno magazines, but that was all STRAIGHT fucking. I didn't know men fucked each other in the ass.
"But I learned about it THAT day. First Dave fucked me, and BOY did that hurt. Probably because he was the first. He rubbed lube all over his hard cock, and sort of on my ass, but not into it. I thought I'd be split apart when he rammed it into me. He fucked long and hard strokes, almost pulling out before ramming it in again. He claims that's the way women like it, but I'm not so sure.
"Then Teddy fucked me, and that hurt even more because he was bigger. Not real big, maybe six inches then, he's MUCH bigger now, maybe eight inches or more. Then Cameron got into the act and fucked me. He fucks like a rabbit, short, quick, strokes, and comes pretty quickly, at least when he's fucking.
"Then they handed me a towel to wipe my ass with, it was dripping with cum and lube and stuff. Then they turned to Cameron and said, `Well, since he did all of us, YOU can do him.' Cameron protested, but they threatened to hold him down and ALL fuck him. So Cameron climbed onto the bed and lay down on his back.
"I kind of looked at them and said, `What do I do?' So they laughed, and told me to climb between Cameron's legs. They put his legs on my shoulders, and handed me the lube. I was already hard--I knew THAT much about fucking. I spread it all over my cock and balls, I didn't have any idea how much was needed.
"So then I fucked him. And I found out he liked it. And he liked giving blow jobs. And getting them. So then there was sort of a hierarchy; Dave could fuck anyone, since he was the oldest and strongest. Then Teddy could fuck Cameron or me. And Cameron could fuck me, because I was the youngest, but usually he let me fuck him. He liked that better. And Dave told me that I could fuck Teddy on `special occasions.' Teddy didn't like that much, but since Dave is stronger he couldn't do much.
"I only fucked Teddy a couple of times, once on my birthday, then they decided that wasn't a special-enough occasion, and then when I graduated from high school. Dave said I could fuck HIM when I graduated from college. I can hardly wait!" Ford grinned at me when he said that, like it would be a `crowning moment' of his life. I guess they took their fucking SERIOUSLY in that family!
By then Ford and I were clean. Before Ford could turn off his water I said, "Just a minute. I want to do something." Ford waited as I reached for my robe and took out a pair of electric clippers.
I knelt in front of him. "Stand still," I commanded, and he did. "I want to trim you, to give you some more definition, to match what you have up here," I said, patting his "six-pack" abs.
I set the clippers on "high" and ran them along Ford's belly at the top of his pubic hair. I worked my way down and around, and soon he had neatly trimmed pubes. "Hold it," I said, as Ford moved to turn off his water. I put the clippers back in the robe pocket and pulled out a can of shaving cream and a razor. "Now your balls," I told him.
"What'll I tell the guys in the locker room?" Ford asked.
"Tell them you lost a bet. Or that your girlfriend made you shave," I suggested. "Tell them it feels great when you get a blow job." Then I grinned and added, "You'll see THAT for yourself in a few minutes." With that retort I picked up the can, shook it a couple of times, and started lathering Ford's balls.
I'm a good shaver; I've had considerable practice, since I have big balls and like getting them worked on. With a few deft strokes, most of the hairs on Ford's balls were gone. I then slowed down, taking hold of skin and stretching it to get his balls totally smooth. Not once did he complain that I was pulling too hard or squeezing too tight; either he was a natural ball- man, or had learned to be stoic by his brothers' treatment.
"Spread your legs," I told Ford, so I could clean the skin stretching back from his balls to ass. I thought I'd have to stay away from shaving his ass hole; his girlfriend wouldn't have made him shave THAT. But I did manage to trim the stray hairs growing along his cock. "Rinse off," was the next thing I had to tell him, and then we were done.
We toweled off, then headed back to my room. No one was in the hall, so we didn't have to worry about explaining why two naked brothers were heading back to one room. I opened the door, motioned Ford past me, then closed and locked it behind us.
By then Ford had taken off his towel and was standing there drying his hair with it. "Hold it," I said. "Don't stop." I grabbed a camera from my drawer and snapped a picture. "One for the books," I thought.
"Lay down on the bed on your stomach," I said. Ford did, and I took another picture. "Now on your side, resting on an elbow." This is one of my favorite positions, somehow it makes the guy look particularly inviting. "Smile," I added. "Now lay on your back." Soon I finished the roll and decided I couldn't think of any more positions for Ford. Except one, on his back with his legs hanging over the bed and his knees spread apart.
I knelt between Ford's knees and reached for his cock. I looked at it, as it hardened. I then stuck out my tongue and gently ran it over and around the tip. I then pulled back Ford's foreskin and swirled my tongue around and around the sensitive skin where the glans meets the shaft. Ford began moaning, and a drop of pearly pre-cum appeared at the tip of Ford's cock. I quickly licked it off, then began probing there for more.
After a few minutes playing with just the tip of Ford's cock, I began exploring further, licking and lapping my way down the sides of his cock. Ford continued to leak and I continued to lick up each drop. We were a team!
With my nose buried at the base of Ford's cock, my mouth was in the appropriate position to explore Ford's balls, so I did. First one got my attention as I gently sucked it into my mouth. I ran my tongue over and around, pressing gently, then sucking, then opening my mouth and blowing hot air over it. Ford started groaning, and thrusting his hips like he was fucking.
I then took Ford's other ball in my mouth and lavished my attention on IT. Ford continued moaning and writhing. Occasionally I let his ball out of my mouth so I could lick the pre-cum which was now coming (pardon the pun) at a steady rate, almost like a slowly-dripping spigot.
When I finally put BOTH balls in my mouth, I thought Ford would cum on the spot. He held back, so I continued running my tongue between and around them, blowing hot air on them, tickling them with my tongue. I knew Ford was having a good time; I sure was.
And my hands? What were THEY doing while my mouth was bestowing pleasure on Ford's balls? My left hand was running up and down Ford's chest, outlining the great musculature, as they'd call it in anatomy class, marking each rib with a delicate touch. Occasionally my had strayed down to Ford's cock, to hold it as I licked up the pre-cum. Hell, I figure if Ford is going to spend long hours in the gym developing such great abs, the least I can do is show my appreciation!
My right hand, in the meantime, had reached under the bed and opened the jar of lube which I had placed there before going to take my shower. I took a dollop and reached underneath Ford's balls. Ford's ass certainly knew what to do; it seemed to open wide and invite me to explore further as it felt my slick finger.
I decided Ford wasn't lying about my not being the first to fuck him; I soon had three fingers up his ass, trying to find that magical spot. I soon gave up; contenting myself with massaging his ass hole. I guess one disadvantage of a super-jock's ass is that you need really long fingers to reach through the layers of muscles to reach his prostate. Either long fingers or a long something else; something I intended to find out presently.
The combination of my mouth on Ford's balls--I LOVE sensitive balls--and the fingers of one hand up his ass, and the fingertips of the other hand making patterns on his belly, soon proved to be too much for Ford. He started writhing extra hard, then acting like he wanted to fuck the ceiling, gasping and moaning like all-get-out, as they say in the South.
I felt Ford's balls tighten up in my mouth, pulling against the insides of my lip. I gave one final tongue bath, then let go and grabbed quickly for his cock. I barely got it into my mouth as Ford writhed yet farther and a fountain of cum started spraying. Well, it would have been a fountain had I not caught this delicious nectar in my mouth. Boy, it's been a long time since I've made someone cum just from working on his balls and ass, or, should I say, without even working on his cock.
Ford kept writhing and cumming as I worked his BALLS--not his cock--with my left hand--the one which was not up his ass. I continued working THAT hand around also. Ford writhed and groaned and yet writhed some more. I continued my work, long past when the last drops of cum had been milked from his balls.
At last Ford reached down to push my head away from his cock-spout. He lay there, gasping. "Wow! He exclaimed. "That was better than anything CAMERON ever did to me. Even better than the time Betty stuck her vibrator up my ass!" At least Ford had the modesty to start blushing when he made this admission about last year's fraternity queen.
Ford lay there a moment, then bent his knees. "Your turn," he said. I would have preferred a blow job myself, but since Ford had already blown me once that evening, I decided I'd settle for a fuck. Don't you just HATE when you have to settle for fucking a hot stud whom you've just shaved, taken pictures of, and gotten off by sucking his balls?
I reached down to lube my cock, which had been patiently waiting, long and hard (get the pun?) for me to finish with Ford's cock. Ford's ass was already well-lubricated from my recent playing. I pulled up on Ford's ankles, raising them towards his head and spreading them wide. I positioned myself between them. I aimed my cock and in it went.
I soon felt Ford's ass muscles enveloping my cock, tightening their grip. I leaned forward, looking into Ford's eyes and my chest nearly lay on his. Ford's eye's were closed. I couldn't tell if he was sleeping, or closing out the pain, or thinking back to all the times he'd been fucked by his brothers.
As I started moving my hips back and forth, Ford opened his eyes. "You're more gentle than my brothers," he said. "I'd hate to be a girl the way my brothers fuck. They play their sports hard and tough, and they fuck the same way."
I continued moving in and out, gently, in time to the music running through my head. My cock tingled as Ford's ass tightened every time I thrust inward and touched that sweet spot which I'd been unable to find with my fingers. In and out, in and out, I could almost feel myself lulling Ford--and myself--to sleep with my gentle motions.
My cock had other ideas; though; IT was still awake, and ready to have ITS fun. It soon told me to hurry up. My hips listened, and my pace soon quickened. A gentle lullaby was soon a march.
Ford looked up. "You're close?" I nodded, and felt Ford's ass tighten yet more around my swollen organ. Yes, this boy knew his part in the scheme of fucking.
"I'm cumming," I stated (people--well, guys, anyway--are amazed that I can cum without showing emotion, without making noise. I can also make the appropriate noises, it depends on my mood. Gentle fucking should be accompanied by gentle noises, I figure.)
Ford's ass tightened, and I pressed in, holding me deep within his bowels. My cock swelled, and I felt my cum gushing, well, as much as it could given its current location. I felt the warm goo running over the head of my cock, running along the walls of Ford's ass.
I pumped a couple of more times, empty my balls. Finally I was done. I laid there for a few seconds, before slowly removing my cock from Ford's ass. I slowly got to my feet, went to the closet and grabbed a couple of towels. I tossed one to Ford so he could wipe off his cock and ass--my hostly responsibilities only go so far.
I wiped myself off with the other towel. Then I opened a desk drawer an pulled out a joint and lighter. "Do you smoke after sex?" I asked, waiting to see if he knew the proper response.
"I never looked," Ford replied, grinning. "But I'll take a hit of that, if you're offering." I was, so I gave him the lit joint. I sat down next to him, and we passed the joint back and forth.
"Are you SURE you're not gay?" I asked.
"Yeah," Ford replied. "I like dating girls. I like FUCKING girls. But I also like getting my cock sucked, and, you know what they say, when the lights are out, well, MY cock can't tell if it's a guy or a girl sucking on it. And my ass? Well, all I used it for is shitting. So, if I can get YOU to give me a blow job and all I have to do is lie back and have you stick your cock into my shit chute, well, I can dig it. So, straight? Well, maybe I'm just not narrow!. But I DO plan to date women and marry one." Then he turned to me, head on, "But if I can get my balls worked on like YOU just did, well, you can fuck me in return." Then he shut up and we smoked the rest of the roach in silence.
Ford got up when we were done and put his towel around his waist. I got up, too. "Let me check and make sure the coast is clear," I suggested. I opened the door and took a quick look. No one was in the hall. Ford moved towards me. "Good night," he said. Then he grabbed a corner of his towel and pulled it up, exposing his cock and balls. "If you want more of this some time, let me know. If I'm not getting it regularly from some girl, it's all yours!" With that he slid past me and scurried down the hall. I closed the door to my room, turned off the light, and got into bed.