Hey, guys ... again no real "delay" in this series ... Apparently I'm "still on a roll".
...and btw ... if you think you read episode #5 , go check it again ... I goofed and attached a copy of #1 to the original submission to Nifty. That's now been corrected ... and you ought to read the real/corrected #5 before this one.
Now if you are in here at the story level, you must have decided to be here, and the route in is pretty darned clear as to what's in here... but ... If it is not allowed where you live, or you are too young, please click on that upper right "X" and leave now.
Otherwise, I hope you enjoy ...
True Beginnings #6: More Trips to the Stock Pond ...
a story by CNJShore9
In the previous couples of episodes I mentioned that I had stayed away from any anal sex suggestions for a good two years after my episode at 12 in the pool shower room, but that I did have a friend that tried sooooo hard to get me to let him in there over that period. However, I didn't let him breach it, and, of course, now that I have been there, I wish I had been a bit more brave.
As I said in the last story, Bill, Jay, and I used to make a lot of use of Bill's uncle's "farm" -- the pond there, that is -- playing our water tag games, jerking each other off, and Bill faux-fucking me between my thighs.
By the next spring and early summer (I was finishing 8th grade then, and they were ending 9th) we were back out at the pond. So far nothing had really changed. I had been on a number of Scout camping trips -- even to two weeks at the local Scout Camp (the one with bunks, etc., not just a night in the woods in pup tents.
Too say I was "late bloomer" is, I guess, an understatement of gross proportions -- at least in terms of the stories I keep reading. There I was, at 13 ½ years old, and I still hadn't cum. I had finally gotten a little growth spurt and my cock was almost 3 slim inches soft, but still not more than 4 or so when hard, and I had a few little brown hairs at the base. I had been jerking it for at least 2 years by then, and been in heaven-only-knows how many circle jerks with buddies, watching them shoot quarts of jizm onto tree trunks and tall weeds, and even onto each other -- and I never even had a `dry cum'. Well, that was soon to change!!
It was the end of May, school was almost out (yes, guys... back in those `dark ages', we actually were out of school by Memorial Day), and Bill, Jay, and I were pedaling our way out to the pond.
About half-way there, Bill shouted, "there he is!" and pointed over to his right and I could see another kid on a bike heading our way. We stopped and waited for him to catch up. Apparently Jay knew about this, although I didn't.
When the other guy stopped next to us, I recognized him as Charlie, an acquaintance of Bill's. I say "acquaintance" because they didn't really seem to be what I though of as "friends" -- just a couple of guys that know each other and have paths that cross from time-to-time.
Charlie is also Bill's age, a year older than I. By then, I guess he was 5'7" or so and maybe 125 pounds...dark hair and eyes...nice looking...with a sort of one-sided smile and a really cute dimple (wow! Did I really think that !!?). But there was something about him that kind of made me feel uncomfortable. I had no idea what it was. Just some inkling of something. Besides... there was a very nice bulge in his cut-offs.
That's when Bill turned to me and said, "Oh, I don't think I told you, but Charlie's going to go camping with us at the pond."
"Oh," I sort of muttered. Then turning to Charlie I said, "Great! We really have a lot of fun out there." For some reason I never even thought that his presence could mean a big change in our usual "fun" at the pond. I guess I just assumed he was in for it all the way. Little did I know just how far into it he could get!
When we got to the pond, we unloaded the gear tied to our bikes.
"Y'all set up the camp while I go get some ice," Jay shouted as he hopped on his bike and headed off to the country store about a mile down the highway. We leave a cooler out under some underbrush so we can keep things that need to be chilled. One time we went to get it and a possum had nested in it .. she was not happy that we wanted it .. Damn! Those things can get nasty!!! But three teen-aged boys and a big stick ... well, Teddy Roosevelt would have been proud of us !!
...anyway... there we were ... Bill, Charlie, and I `setting up camp'. It was interesting that we now had 4 shelter-halves to use and create a rather nice-sized tent. (for those of you who don't know what a shelter-half is... well, it's just that... half of a canvas shelter or pup tent. You snap them together, and with the poles and stakes you can make a tent. One shelter-half by itself makes a lean-to. ...and btw ... if it rains... DON'T touch the inside of the canvas!!! It makes it leak !!!!)
I must say that Charlie was into it completely! He was really a nice guy!!! ...and I didn't quite understand why he and Bill weren't more like "friends". It wasn't long before we had the tent set up in the usual spot, and had put the foodstuff into the cooler waiting for Jay to get back with the ice.
With nothing else to do, I said, "So...let's get naked and hit the pond!"
Charlie and Bill said nothing but immediately pulled their t-shirts up over their heads and tossed them on the ground by the tent. By the time I had mine off, they already had dropped their shorts and undies and were heading toward the water.
"Water tag!!!" Bill shouted.
"Shit!" I thought to myself. "I didn't get a chance to see what's up front," as Charlie hit the water showing nothing but a really nice, smooth, rounded ass -- nothing nearly as hairy as Bill's.
Five seconds later, I was in the water as well, splashing and horsing around with the other two. Unfortunately, the water was not clear enough to see much farther down than the other guys' navels, so I still didn't get to check out Charlie's "bulge". Oh, well, it's gonna happen sooner or later.
"Hey, Peter, Charlie knows the game," Bill called to me, "I clued him in on it ... so let's get it going," he continued as he started to swim away from us.
Before I knew what was happening, Charlie slapped my shoulder and shouted "Tag!"
"Awww fuck!" I thought. I really don't like to "it"...and now Charlie is going to find out about me before I find out about him. Then it dawned on me that he didn't try to swim away. Maybe he had planned this. Hmmmmmm... curious...
So I "assumed the position", standing near the bank but still armpit deep in the water. Charlie walked up to me and reached forward, his right hand finding my hip and then moving around and into the crevice of my thighs as he lifted up and cupped my small scrotum and balls. His fingers then raised up and began to touch my little-boy dick, which sprang up in an instant.
Leaning forward he whispered to me, "Nice... nice... still kinda small, but very nice."
My first reaction was a combination of embarrassment and anger! ...but then it sort of sank in ... the way he had said it and the way he was touching it... it wasn't a put down... there was no laughter or ridicule ... he really liked what he was holding.
"...and I know it's not part of the `rules', but you can reach out and feel mine too," he added.
I did.
He had a good 6 inches, about the same length as Bill, but a bit narrower, also cut, and a very nice set of balls hanging down below. All-in-all, it was a typical all-american cock! And it was hard as a rock !!!
"Hmmmmmm," he murmured as he pushed his groin forward into my hand and gripped my own package a bit tighter. "I really like a nice cock," he added.
I almost splurted out "me too"...but for whatever reason managed to check my impulse for once... "I'm glad you do." I said. "And, thanks. No one ever called mine `nice' before."
"Oh, yes .. it is ... and I'm going to enjoy spending time with it this weekend."
About that time Bill interrupted and said, "my turn." With that he all but pushed Charlie out of the way and grabbed my bits with a near strangle-hold. So I reached over, grabbed his and began to stroke him.
"Awwwwwww, fuck," he shouted... "blanket time!!!!!"
He must have told Charlie a bit more than the `rules' of our water tag, because Charlie was out of the pond and standing next to the blanket before I even realized what Bill had said.
As I made my way up the steep slope at the edge, Bill was standing next to Charlie and shouting, "C'mon asshole... get up here!"
"Who's an `asshole'?" I shouted back.
"You're an `asshole' you slowpoke!" he responded.
"And you're still not gonna poke my asshole !!!" I grunted at him.
"No. It's gonna be my asshole that gets poked," Charlie added.
"You...wha?...hunh?..." was about the best I could articulate.
"That's why Charlie's here," Bill added. "He loves to get fucked!!! We're all gonna get a chance at his ass."
"Not interested," I heard over my right shoulder.
Turning my head around, I saw Jay standing next to his bike with the bag of ice.
"Not interested," he repeated.
That's when I knew that Jay was what I now term "terminally straight". Yes, he played the teenboy games, but he really was simply enjoying what we did for him. At least he did sort of `return a few favors', but that kept his supply of adorants at his call, and, I had to admit, his cock was worth it!!! I really adored it, and he had the only uncut one of any of my acquaintances. I wasn't going to give it up completely.
As Jay was putting the ice into the cooler, Charlie lay down on the blanket. First he lay on his back and I finally got to see what was there. Damn!! Was that "nice". He said it, I thought it!!
Then he rolled over onto his stomach and spread his legs. I could see the crack of his ass with a few sparse hairs, and nearly hidden down near his ballsack I could see a pinkish brown ring that was twitching in expectation.
Twisting his head around toward Bill, he asked, "You got the lube?"
"Yeah," Bill replied, reaching over and picking up a small jar of Vaseline.
"Great!" Charlie said. "Now... Peter...grease it up and get in there."
"Hunh?" I said. "Do what?" I continued, totally surprised and not sure of just what to do or say.
"Grease up your cock and fuck me," he said plainly -- and very succinctly!!
"Wha?...unnn? I never did that before. I don't know what to do." I spluttered.
"It's simple," Bill interjected. "You grease up your cock with the Vaseline, then you get down between his legs and stick your cock up his ass."
"But that hurts .. he won't like that," I countered.
"Ohhhh...not true... he loves to get fucked!" Bill explained.
"And you can sort of break it in with your smaller cock before Bill climbs on," Charlie interjected.
"Oh, okay," I submitted, reaching over and getting a few fingers-full of the Vaseline and rubbing them all over my cock. Damn!! That felt good. I almost just opted to jerk it with the grease, but got control and knelt down between Charlie's legs. Leaning forward onto my hands I moved into the position that my cock was now sliding up and down that wonderful crack between Charlie's cheeks.
I had never done that before with anyone. At least not the one with his cock in the crease. Bill had done that to me for a year or more and now I knew why he moaned and made strange noises while he did it. It felt wonderful!
As I was in that incredible feeling, Charlie moved slightly under me and the next thing I knew I felt myself entering a warm, tight hole that just put me into sublime ecstasy! As I pushed forward and Charlie pushed backward, I went deeper and deeper and the feeling went from what words can't explain to what minds can't even comprehend.
"Oh, yes!!!" I heard from in front of me. "Fuck me now, Peter. Fuck me now!!!"
I withdrew a little and then plunged back in to the hilt. Then I withdrew a little more and plunged in again. My mind was reeling. I had never felt anything like this!!! Pull out, then push deep back in.. again and again .. My cock was being gripped by a tight, velvet, glove of heat and moisture. As I pushed inward, I could feel the tip of my cock as it pushed it's way, spreading the warm inner flesh which flowed down over the crown and shaft. As I pulled back, I could feel Charlie tighten his spincter and grip my cock shaft until it had a tight hold just below the bottom my the head. In and out, in and out, my cock plunged and withdrew. I could hear the sound as my thighs and belly slapped against his flesh. My whole body was a-tingle. Never, never, had I felt anything like this!!
"Awww, gawd !!! awwww, gawd!!!!" I kept shouting, as I mercilessly pounded into that hot hole of wonder and awe. I could hear sounds behind me as I mindlessly pushed my cock in and out of that totally incredible place.
"Hey! You've been in there for 15 minutes already!" I heard, as I felt myself being lifted and moved aside. "That's enough... I gotta get in there... I gotta get my nuts emptied!!!!!' Bill was shouting.
I ended up on my side facing Charlie as I saw Bill move into my old position and shove his big, thick, 6 inches into the same hole that I had just been so rudely removed from!!
But damn!!! That was exciting to watch. To see Bill's cock and his pronounced thatch of black pubes pounding that hole .. and to hear the moans and mews and screeches of Charlie as he absorbed it all ... I had hold of my cock and was pounding it as I watched.
I moved around and looked at the action from between their legs. I could see Bill's asscrack open and close as he pounded and moved his thighs. As it opened, I could see the growth of dark hairs inside the crevice, and a wet ring of them surrounding his dark brown pucker. The more I watched it, the more I wanted to crawl up there onto Bill and plunge my little pecker into that hole. I could just imagine how good it would feel with that extra hair tickling me.
Then I looked up and saw Jay was standing there jerking his wonderfully uncut cock. The skin peeling back to uncover the head, then pushing forward to hide it within its silken hood. I wasn't sure which picture was more appealing or exciting... Bill plunging his cock into Charlie, or Jay stroking that gorgeous phallus!!!!! All I knew was that I was reaching some new plateau of pleasure and senses.
About that time, Bill screeched, "I'm cumming!!!! I'm cumming!!!!" and slammed his cock in to the hilt. Charlie arched backward and skewered himself onto the last millimeter of Bill's throbbing and jerking manhood.
"Awwww, yeah... Pump it into me!! Pump it into me!!" Charlie was shouting.
"Awwww, yeah... Take every drop!!! Take every drop!!!" Bill was wailing, as his hips jammed into Charlie and I could see his asshole winking as it tightened when he shot another rope of hot jizm into Charlie's hungry chute.
"Awwwwww... fuckkkkkkk!!!!!" I heard from above me, as I turned and saw the first rope of pearly white juice shoot from Jay's cockslit and arch over and down to land on Bill's back.
And I did something new and sooooo totally exciting!!!! My back arched. My legs straightened and became rigid. My whole body began to shake and spasm...and my cock exploded!!! I shot a stream of nearly clear juice forward into Bill's ass crack. That was it. Just one shot...but what a shot! I nearly passed out on the spot, but was able to watch as my first cum dripped down through that hairy crevice, across the tightly winking sphincter, and eventually pooled right on Bill's hairy ball sack.
There were however many things going on at once ... but I still remember them all. My first cum shooting onto Bill, Bill shooting his hot load into Charlie's hole, Jay's cum shooting again and again onto Bill's back, and Charlie's responses -- almost beggings -- for more and more.
By the end of the weekend I figured out why Charlie was there -- and why he was only an "acquaintance" of Bill's. Charlie was a real cock-hound, a true cum-dump, and was pretty well known through the school... and as much as Bill liked to fuck him, he couldn't afford to be "too closely associated" with Charlie. "Birds of a feather" and all that; and back then, it wasn't cool to be "queer" as we called it. In fact, it was considered the worst thing you could be called. And, if you actually admitted to it, you were totally ostracized.
However, we did have a few more trips to the pond before I got moved away (13 year- olds go where their parents go!)... And, yeah, I look back now, "stupidly", I still didn't let Bill get into my ass. ..and, of course, Jay nor Charlie ever tried.
And that is really the end of my rural' or farmland' life... I moved from there into a "small town" in the southern US ...but Nifty doesn't have that as a category... so maybe I can keep the next few years of my life in this heading. We'll see... otherwise .. use the "Authors" link to see where I might next turn up.
To you young gay guys that feel comfortable with your sexuality ... bless you !!! I wish we could have done the same. It was another "age" ... but I also say ... because of the choices that I made (had to make?) I have three wonderful children and nine grandchildren that I wouldn't give up in any circumstance. So .. think about it... and make sure your choices are `informed'.
Hope you enjoyed this story ... if you did, let me know CNJShore9@aol.com .. if you didn't... feel free to tell me why, as well. I am open to `constructive criticism'. And I really will try to get back to you.