Ups and Downs
By: Brock Archer
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Chapter 2
Educating Ethan

After that night in the stock room, I never saw those two soldiers again, but they must have spread the word because we had a steady stream of new customers from Fort Benning, and they weren’t there just for hardware. Well, they were, but they mostly wanted the nuts and bolt between my legs, and I was more than happy to oblige them.

And it wasn’t just soldiers. More and more students from Columbus State University also came into the store to “shop.” What’s more, I began entertaining college students whenever I would go to our stores in Auburn, Macon, and Decatur. I was even drawing students from Georgia Tech, Georgia State, and Morehouse in Atlanta.

In Columbus, there were so many new “customers” that I couldn’t accommodate them all in the store. After all, Dad wasn’t out of town every night, so I couldn’t always drag the guys into the stock room, which meant that we had to start looking for alternate fuck pads. Sometimes the students would sneak me into their dorm rooms or frat houses at the university, and I even managed to sneak onto the army base once. At other times, we hooked up in the woods just out of town, such as the bike trails at Flat Rock Park, or in somebody’s truck or van. Fucking in public places was a helluva rush. It was all so adventurous, risky, and thrilling.

Mr. Sullivan had long been a regular visitor to the store, buying tools and materials for his electrical contracting business, but he became even more of a regular, especially on nights when my dad was out of town. He often came by the store around closing time to “help me lock up.” Usually he came alone, but sometimes he’d bring another guy or two with him, and I always had soldiers or college students to share. Fucking those guys was great, but sharing those fucks with such a hot stud as Mr. Sullivan made it all the more exciting and fulfilling.

One night as I was just warming up with a couple of students in the Columbus store’s stock room, I heard a familiar tapping on the door. I knew by the pattern that it was Mr. Sullivan, so I rushed to the door with my dick still hanging out of my jeans. As was often the case, he was not alone, but the young kid with him was a surprise.

Once I had ushered Mr. Sullivan and his companion into the store, Mr. Sullivan introduced me to his nephew, Ethan, who was spending the summer with the Sullivans. They were not blood relatives; Ethan was the step son of Mr. Sullivan’s sister in North Carolina.

I swear the kid looked like he was barely a teenager, though Mr. Sullivan assured me he was actually 18 and would be enrolling at the University of Georgia in a couple of months. He couldn’t have been more than 5’6” tall, and he had to be a bit chubby, I thought, under those frumpy clothes. His baby face did not make him look very mature, but it did make him adorable. Damn, he was cute!

After I escorted them to the stock room where Bill and Chris, the two college kids, were already 69ing, we left Ethan to watch the action as Mr. Sullivan pulled me aside.

“Joe, I have a favor to ask of you,” he said, somewhat meekly, definitely out of character for him. Naturally, I was curious about what he had in mind.

“Ethan,” he continued, “has led a rather sheltered life. His parents are devoutly religious and have suppressed the boy’s natural urges.” Seeing the confusion on my face, he continued, “Ethan is a virgin and not very well informed about sex. I was hoping you could kind of show him the ropes. He needs a little ‘education’ before he goes off to college.”

Before I could ask any questions, he added, “Emily and I have tried talking to him. Hell, we even invited him to join us with another couple. He watched, but he was not comfortable participating. He didn’t even jack off as he was watching us, and I know he had to be aching something fierce down there. I noticed that he seemed to be more interested in watching Buddy and me than Emily and Sue. So, I thought he might be more comfortable with you.”

My emotions ran the gamut. I was shocked, intrigued, confused, and flattered all at the same time. But I owed Mr. Sullivan, so I promised to do whatever I could to help the kid along. When I started back to the stock room, Mr. Sullivan did not follow me. “I think he’d be more comfortable if I’m not around,” he explained. “I’ll come back in a couple of hours to pick him up.”

In the stock room, I learned that Bill and Chris had invited Ethan to join the fun, but he had declined. He had watched them very intently, but he remained fully clothed and hadn’t even released his aching rod from his baggy pants. I decided it would be best to take things slowly with him.

I stripped off my shirt and jeans but kept on my underwear and sat down next to Ethan on the ugly green sofa. (The college men had spread a moving blanket on the floor for their exercises.) I didn’t scoot up against Ethan’s body, but I did lean over now and then to comment on the action on the floor. After he seemed to relax a bit, I put my arm around his shoulder in a fraternal kind of way, much like Mr. Sullivan had done with me a number of times. At first, Ethan seemed to flinch, but he didn’t back away, and in short order he relaxed further.

Naturally, I sprouted a boner and began rubbing it through the cotton fabric of my white briefs. After a couple of minutes, Ethan began rubbing his own crotch, though his dick was still trapped in his pants. Following another interval, I reached over and began rubbing Ethan’s leg slowly. He looked down at my hand and exhaled a cautious sigh, but he made no attempt to deter me, so I reached for his hand and placed it on my leg. At first, his hand just sat there, but then he began rubbing my leg to match the rhythm of my hand on his leg.

At first, I just rubbed the front of his thigh, but in due course I slid my hand down to the inside of his thigh, and he followed suit with his hand inside my thigh. Then, of course, I slowly stretched out my hand to brush against his crotch, which evinced another deep sigh, after which he began brushing his hand against my crotch. I separated my legs to give him more access, and he did the same. “It’s getting warm in here,” I spoke softly. “Why don’t you take off your shirt?”

“OK,” he said, but he remained motionless, so I got up, leaned over him, and pulled off his too-large sweatshirt, and man, was I shocked! Underneath the frumpy clothes, the kid was built. Seeing my surprise, he explained that his muscles were the result of very hard farm chores. When I began rubbing my hands all over his pecs and biceps, he didn’t flinch. I guess he had decided that it’s all right to let your body feel good.

He did flinch, though, when I began playing with his nipples, but he didn’t protest. Not then anyway. When I leaned in to suck on them, he raised his hand reflexively to block me, but when I looked down into his eyes, he saw that I was not going to hurt him, so he removed his hand, which I then grasped and directed to the back of my head. Instinctively, he gently ran his hand through my hair and then cradled my head against his body as I kissed, licked, nibbled, and sucked on his nipples—first one and then the other.

I worked my tongue slowly up his chest to his neck and nibbled on his ear lobes. I planted little butterfly kisses on his cheeks and worked my way over to his lips, but I paused and looked him right in the eyes. I sensed that he had never been kissed before, but he was ready. He didn’t say a word, but his eyes begged me to kiss him, which I did gently and lovingly. I was really beginning to like the kid so kissing him was not difficult at all. The only difficulty was in restraining myself. He had turned me on so much that I desperately wanted to make mad, passionate love to him, but I forced myself to take it easy.

I didn’t know if he would be ready for French kissing, so when I gently ran my tongue over his lips, I was a bit surprised when he parted his lips. I don’t know if he was spontaneously gasping for breath or if he really meant to invite me in, but I seized the opportunity and slid my tongue between his sweet lips and into his waiting mouth.

I explored his mouth with my long tongue, and in no time at all his tongue began dancing with mine until he actually became the aggressor. Suddenly realizing what he had done, he pushed me away as if to apologize for coming on too strong, but I just smiled at him and tore into his mouth again. He responded by pulling me closer, wrapping one arm around my naked back and the other hand against the back of my head. Though the feeling of skin on skin was probably new to him, he was clearly enjoying it, and so was I.

I was done seducing. Now I just wanted him. And I could tell that he wanted me. My tongue went wild, licking my way back down his neck, attacking each nipple, and pressing my way down his ripped abs to his belt buckle. I didn’t stop to seek permission. I just yanked off his belt, tore open his pants, and ripped off his shoes, pants, and underwear, which were already soaked with loads of pent-up pre-cum.

I gasped when I saw his beautiful cock. It was huge—long and thick—not unlike his cousin Jeff’s and his uncle Sullivan’s. He may have been short of stature, but he sure as hell wasn’t short where it counted. I quickly pulled off my own underwear and fell into his body, rubbing our rock-hard dicks against each other’s as we hugged and deep kissed. We were both on fire, and I could hold back no longer. I had to have his gorgeous cock.

I threw myself at his dick and quicky swallowed as much of it as I could. I thought Ethan was going to jump out of his skin. Obviously, he had never experienced a blow job before, and his synapses were going wild. I was afraid he would come too quickly, and I would have none of that, so I backed off of his shaft and turned my attention to his balls. I licked and then took each one in my mouth individually. They were too big to get both into my mouth at the same time. I lapped at his perineum, which I’m sure was also a new experience and a new sensation for him.

I’m afraid I stunned him when I grabbed his ankles and pulled him flat on his back and then lifted his legs up high so I could reach his ass. When my tongue zeroed in on his rose bud, he let out a scream of delight—another sensation he had never experienced before. He was definitely a moaner because he grew louder each time my tongue crossed the threshold.

Up until that point, Bill and Chris had wrapped themselves up in their own pleasure on the floor and paid no attention to us, but Ethan’s moaning definitely grabbed their attention. When they saw me rimming Ethan, Bill got up and began sucking his cock, and Chris worked his nipples real good. I think it must have been sensual and sexual overload for Ethan because he shot his load right away. The first burst hit Bill right in his face, and the second flew over both boys’ heads and even over Ethan’s. I had never seen so much cum before, not even in porn videos. It was like he suddenly expelled 18 years’ worth of sperm and frustration.

Not wanting to sacrifice any more juice, Bill dived at Ethan’s cock again and swallowed the last five shots. That’s when we found out just how sensitive Ethan’s dick is. The poor kid writhed in blissful agony as Bill sucked and tortured his cock. Ethan bucked like a bronco, and I thought he was going to knock all three of us onto the floor.

We gave Ethan a few minutes to catch his breath and regain his strength, but all that time, his dick never fully deflated, and in no time at all he was again hard as a rock. Still somewhat delirious from his monumental orgasm, Ethan peered at me in fright as Bill and Chris lifted him off the couch and laid him on the moving pad on the floor, which was already soaked with their own cum. Even though I wasn’t completely sure what Bill and Chris were up to, I knew it would be a treat for Ethan, so I just smiled reassuringly at him.

With Ethan lying flat on the floor, Bill kissed Ethan with some of the taste of Ethan’s cum still in his mouth, I’m sure. Then he stuck his cock in Ethan’s mouth. At first, Ethan seemed somewhat hesitant, but he soon began sucking on Bill’s dick like his life depended on it. Simultaneously, Chris sucked on Ethan’s manhood, but every time it seemed that Ethan would explode, Chris backed off, edging him almost to the point of insanity. Satisfied that Ethan’s cock was now about as full and hard as it was going to get, Chris straddled Ethan’s waist and slowly guided his ass to Ethan’s eager missile.

Ethan’s eyes nearly popped out of his head, but with Bill’s cock stuffed in his mouth, he could not express surprise, fear, delight, or any other emotion, so he just lay there and let Chris ride him like the stallion he was becoming.

I took vicarious pleasure in watching Ethan become a man. I really wanted to fuck him, but instead I lay down beside him, holding him, cuddling, rubbing my hand over his massive chest, and whispering love notes into his ear. At times, I was almost like a play-by-play sportscaster, explaining to Ethan what was happening at each step of the way. Since Bill was practically sitting on his face, he couldn’t really see how Chris was riding him and occasionally massaging or tickling his balls, and I wanted him to know exactly what was happening, to increase his understanding as well as his enjoyment.

When Ethan exploded, Bill had to withdraw from his mouth for fear that Ethan might unintentionally bite his dick off, and it’s a good thing he did. Ethan shook and writhed as he had done before when Bill had sucked him off. The two college boys shot their wads just after Ethan dumped his into Chris’s guts. Bill’s cream covered Ethan’s face and mine, and some inevitably landed in Ethan’s gaping mouth. Chris’ juice also reached Ethan’s head and coated his chest and belly.

When Ethan raised his hand to wipe the cum off his face, I grabbed his wrist and whispered to him, “Allow me.” As I began licking the cream off of Ethan’s face, Bill joined me and swapped Ethan’s spunk with me. Chris licked his own spooge off of Ethan’s chest and belly and joined Bill and me at Ethan’s face. The three of us slurped up the baby batter and swapped it back and forth. When Ethan’s jaw dropped, I seized the opportunity to snowball him. The shock of having cum in his mouth for the first time, especially some of it being his own, quickly dissipated, and Ethan joined in the cum-swapping round-robin, taking each of our tongues, swapping the cream, and finally swallowing what hadn’t dissolved in Bill’s mouth, Chris’, or mine—and believe me, that was a helluva lot of batter.

For more than an hour, I had cuddled Ethan as we watched Bill and Chris fuck, I had rimmed his hole, I had whispered to him as Chris rode his cock and Bill fucked his face, and I had swapped cream with him. One thing I hadn’t done, though, was dump my own load, and I just couldn’t hold back any longer.

Believing that Ethan had experienced enough revelations for one evening, I decided not to stick my dick up his ass and instead tackled Bill and nailed him. I was more than horny, I was desperate, and I fucked the shit out of him, as I had learned from watching Mr. Sullivan, Ethan’s uncle. I could tell that Ethan enjoyed watching me ravage Bill, and I think I saw a hint of longing in his expression, but I also knew that Ethan had experienced enough excitement for one night.

Two hours had flown by when I heard that familiar tapping on the front door. “Your uncle’s back,” I informed Ethan. “He’s here to take you home.” With that, I quickly jumped into my jeans and handed Ethan’s pants to him, but much to my surprise, he just laughed, threw his pants back on the floor, and ran naked through the store to the front door like a little boy racing to see what presents Santa had left under his Christmas tree. By the time I caught up with him, he had already unlocked the door and let his uncle in.

Seeing dried cum all over his nephew, what the four of us had not slurped up and swallowed, Mr. Sullivan grinned like the Cheshire cat and said to Ethan, “Well, am I to assume that you’ve had a good time tonight?”

In response, Ethan threw his naked body at his uncle and gave him the biggest hug. I thought he would never let the man go, and when he finally did, his face glowed with so much satisfaction that he seemed on the verge of shedding tears of joy.

Though Ethan begged his uncle to let him stay longer, I persuaded him that he had experienced enough breakthroughs in one night and should go home and reflect on the experience. “We’ll both be around for a couple more months,” I assured him. “We will get together again.” After he quickly dressed, he gave me the deepest, wettest, most aggressive kiss I have ever had, and I had the feeling that he would be bending his uncle’s ear all night.

To be continued...

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Posted: 06/24/2022