Diary of a Teenage Hunk
(Brandon Hall)

by: Peter

(© 2010 by the Author)
 

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Author's Note: This is a series of short stories in the form of a teenager's diary.  It contains situations and scenes of graphic sex between consenting adult males as well as teenagers over eighteen, and uncle/nephew and dad/son incest.  All legal disclaimers apply. If this topic offends you, do not read any further; and ask yourself why you are at this site.

This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual events or locations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental, although it may be loosely based on real events and people.

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Searched for Drugs
In The Beginning 

Brandon Hall knew he was bigger than other boys his age, from stealing glances while standing at the urinals when they were in grade school.  What he didn’t fully realize was that, at the tender age of fourteen, he was bigger than most grown men.  The reason he didn’t fully realize it was because from the kidding he got from classmates, he was always careful to hide his oversized endowment when taking a piss in public restrooms.  If there was no modesty shield between the urinals, he used one of the enclosed stalls. And if there was a modesty shield, he stood very close to the urinal.   

His Dad had approached him on the subject of size as he was entering puberty, but it was pretty generic; he simply told him – he made it sound almost like a warning – that he was going to be built bigger down there than other boys, and it was nothing to be ashamed of or embarrassed about.  Brandon’s attitude was, “okay”, without knowing why his Dad felt the need to tell him that. 

In high school, because of PE classes, it was no longer possible to be so discreet.  But thanks to his Dad’s “warning” he was prepared for the looks and blinking stares from other boys in the locker room.  He had decided that he wasn’t going to be ashamed or embarrassed and he made no effort whatsoever to conceal his oversized manhood.  At that age, boys looked, even stared, but no one came right out and said anything. It wasn’t cool to make such remarks and thereby reveal that you had noticed another boy’s cock.  Although, toward the end of his freshman year, with the boys growing more comfortable around each other, and being in the presence of older sophomores, the discreet glances began to be verbalized. Actually, it started when a new kid arrived at school and when he saw Brandon in the showers, he blurted out, “Damn! What horse did you steal that from?”

Then one day Brandon was called into the principal’s office.  He was a little scared and a lot bewildered, because he had no idea what he might’ve done wrong. When he arrived at the office, he was told to go in and wait, the principal, Mr. Ellis, would be with him in a few moments.  When Mr. Ellis came in, Mr. Braun, the history teacher, was with him. They closed the door and looked at Brandon, who had stood up from the chair.

“Mr. Hall, this is going to be unpleasant and a little embarrassing for us as well as you, but it’s necessary.”

Brandon frowned, even more confused.  Not only was he in trouble for something unknown to him, it was going to get unpleasant and embarrassing…it sounded like it might get ugly. 

“You are aware of our policy of zero tolerance for drugs,” said Mr. Ellis.

“Yes. I’m not on drugs,” Brandon said.

“Well, then, I’m sure you won’t mind cooperating.”

“I’ve never even tried drugs,” Brandon said.  He was afraid that someone had planted drugs in his locker or something.

“No one is accusing you of being on drugs,” said Mr. Braun.

“Then what? You think I’m dealing?”

“That we’re not really sure of…dealing, or…transporting.”

“What do you mean, transporting? That’s the same as dealing, and I’m not dealing or into drugs in any way, shape or form,” Brandon said emphatically.

“All the more reason for you to cooperate, to prove your innocence.”

“Innocence? Cooperate, how? Heck, I don’t even know anybody who uses drugs.”

“I would like to ask you to drop your jeans and your shorts,” Mr. Ellis said.

Brandon was dumb struck. His first thought was that the two men were going to try something funny with him. He’d read about teachers seducing young students, but he’d never heard of two of them and one student.

“No,” he said, then added, “Why?”

“Just do it,” the principal said.

Then Mr. Braun spoke up.  “Brandon, we’re very sure that there are students carrying drugs into the school.  We’ve had locker and back-pack searches, but to no avail. So it has to be some more ingenious way.  It’s like this, Brandon, if I may put it bluntly…you are sporting a very obvious bulge in your jeans, a very impressive one, I might add, for a boy your age……”  He let his words linger as he gazed down at the front of Brandon’s jeans.

Brandon was wide-eyed aghast at the absurd accusation. “You think I’m carrying drugs in my shorts!?!  Sorry to disappoint you, but that bulge is all me.”

“Then with your cooperation, we can eliminate you,” Mr. Ellis said. “Please, just drop your jeans and your shorts and we can get this over with. If you don’t cooperate, young man, I’m prepared to call the police and have you taken down to juvenile hall. That’s not going to enhance your reputation around school; you will be labeled a delinquent and a trouble maker.  You don’t want to carry that burden all through high school.”

“It’s a simple request, Brandon,” Mr. Braun said in a kindly tone. 

“No. I want you to call Coach Bender in.  He sees me in the locker room almost every day.”

“If I make a call it will be to the police station,” Mr. Ellis said. “Now let’s stop wasting time.”

Brandon’s head was spinning. He was confused and frightened and he couldn’t think straight. After a moment’s hesitation he reached for his jeans and began undoing the buttons.  He opened all five of them and shoved his jeans down about mid thigh.  Then he pulled his shorts off his hips.  He had to shove them down to his jeans and then lower to fully reveal himself.

“Oh…dear,” Mr. Ellis said.

“Oh, my Godd!” Mr. Braun said softly as he gaped at the oversized cock

Brandon saw him glance at Mr. Ellis, a surprised, strange, even worried look on his face.

“Well, young man, we obviously owe you an apology,” Mr. Ellis said.

“A very profound apology,” Mr. Braun added.  “I had no idea…..”

“You could’ve asked the coach, he sees me in the locker room,” Brandon said again.

“Yes, we should have taken your suggestion,” Mr. Braun said.

“We were so sure…I’m terribly sorry, Brandon,” said Mr. Ellis.  “I hope you will forgive this terrible intrusion into your privacy.”

“I just wanta get out of here,” Brandon said as he pulled his shorts up.  He didn’t notice how the two men’s eyes fixed on his young manhood, and his hand lifting and stuffing inside his shorts.  He pulled up his jeans and was buttoning them.

“Needless to say, this little incident shouldn’t be discussed outside this office,” Mr. Ellis said.  “It could prove embarrassing for all of us.”

Then Mr. Braun said the darndest thing.  “Listen, Brandon, to make up for our mistrust and our little indiscretion…that C- you have in history…it could be raised to a B+ if I had your promise that this won’t go any farther.”

Mr. Ellis frowned at him, but then a look of relief came over his face.  “And I could guarantee that your grade wouldn’t fall below that for the rest of the school year,” he added.

Suddenly, Brandon realized that he had the two teachers over a barrel. He wouldn’t have to do shit in history from now on and he would still pass with a high grade. 

“All right,” he said.  “Can I go now?” 

It was the first that he realized the value of what he had swinging between his legs; the power it wielded.  

The Diary
At the Mall: 

Had a wild experience at the mall the other night. My first blowjob. Was walking down the mall when I notice/thought this dude was following me.  He  stopped when I did, he moved when I did, from one store to the next, looking at the window displays. The guy was checking me out, and I figured if a guy was checking me out, it meant only one thing.  He was gay. Decided to find out. Went to the restroom. Sure enough, he followed me in and stood right beside me, even though there were other urinals empty.  He propositioned me, I told him where my truck was parked and he came out to my truck. Gave me a terrific blowjob, and even let me go off in his mouth. I made him swallow my load because there was somebody in the car a few spaces down and I didn’t want him spitting it out. Will keep my eyes and ears open from how on; cause I want some more of that action. 

At The Mall
(The First Time)

Thursday night. Brandon was at the mall for no particular reason except to be hanging out, and maybe pick up a girl if it wasn’t too much trouble. It was a school night so the pickings were slim.  It didn’t matter all that much; one night without sex wouldn’t kill him but it would be nice if he could find some pussy.  If not, well, he could always resort to his fist if he had to. 

He paused to check out a pair of shorts in the window. He didn’t think anything about it when he happened to glance to the side and saw a man standing at the other window on the other side of the store entrance.  He moved on and crossed to the other side of the mall to check out another display window. He was suddenly aware of the same man’s reflection in the window again.  Coincidence, he decided.

He moved on down to the sporting goods store where there was a display of bats and ball gloves and sports jerseys.  This time he watched out of the corner of his eye to see if the man had followed him. Sure enough, a moment later, the guy came up at a respectable distance beside him in front of the display.  Not coincidence. He glanced around at the guy, caught his glance back, and a weak, half-smile of recognition. This had never happened to Brandon before, but he wasn’t so stupid that he didn’t know what was going on. The guy was cruising him.  To make sure, he walked back across the mall to another storefront.  He waited barely a minute before he saw the man’s reflection in the window again. Okay, this was getting interesting, he thought; time for the real test, he decided.

He walked down past the food court and turned into the rest room.  He went around the partition and stepped up to the end urinal.  He hauled out his cock and let it hang out of his fly while he stood with his hands on his hips and looked down at himself with great admiration.  Barely seconds later, the door opened.  It didn’t surprise him that the man stepped up to the urinal right beside him, even though there were several empty ones he could have taken. Brandon kept his eyes forward.

“Are you having any luck?” the man asked in a friendly tone. “Or is your girlfriend someplace in the mall?”

“No, I’m by myself. It’s a school night; I wasn’t expecting to find too much.”

“From the looks of things, all you’d have to do is go out there and stand around,” the man said.

“Girls are pretty easy these days, but not that easy,” Brandon said.

With the few words between them, the man felt more emboldened to look down at Brandon’s exposed manhood. Brandon looked around at him and when he looked up their eyes met. He wasn’t sure what he saw there; fear, panic, most certainly want, lustful desire.

“Seems a shame to have to haul that back home without seeing any action,” the man said. 

“I might make one more swing around the mall,” Brandon said casually.

“Then what, if you don’t find anything?” the stranger asked.

“Wouldn’t be the first time I slept with my fist,” Brandon said, laughing.

“It deserves better than that,” the man said.

“What it deserves and what it gets are sometimes two different things,” Brandon said.  He reached down and gave his cock a couple of pulls then started to put it away. He heard the man gulp and swallow so loud it turned his head.

“Shame to put that away,” he said.

“I can’t walk out in the mall like this,” Brandon said, nodding down at his exposed cock.

“Damn, if I had a place…..”

“If you did…what?” Brandon asked.

“Well, you wouldn’t have to go home and sleep with your fist, that’s for sure,” the man said. “I would give it what it deserves.”

It was all Brandon needed to hear.  “South exit, Black Ram pickup, parked along the far side, under the trees,” he said as he stuffed his cock back in his pants.  He left the man standing there in a state of mild shock, and headed out of the mall.

His pickup sat alone in the row of parking spaces along the far side of the parking lot. Nobody parked out that far except guys who wanted to get their vehicles as far away from traffic as possible.  His truck was barely visible in the darkness offered by the trees that blocked out the light from the parking lot lights. He didn’t look around till he was at his truck.  With his hand on the door he glanced back to see the man coming across the lot toward him.  He climbed in and unlocked the passenger side. As the man approached, he leaned across the seat and opened the door for him. The guy climbed in and pulled the door shut.

“Is this safe, do you think?  I mean, the mall security won’t come snooping around, will they?” the man asked.

“I don’t know, I’ve never done this before,” Brandon said. “But even if they do come around, they got no reason to stop and check vehicles.”

“You’ve never done this, here in the parking lot, or never done it, period,” the man asked.

“Neither.”

“Oh, Wow! You seemed so cocksure of yourself, I thought you’d done this before, a lot of times.”

“Cocksure is my nature,” Brandon said. “I didn’t even catch on to you at first.”

“Well, I’m glad you did,” the guy said as he put his hand on Brandon’s leg.

Brandon splayed his legs out wide, as a gesture of invitation and flexed his thigh muscle in the man’s hand.

“Fuckin’ solid thighs,” he said.  “Are you that solid all over?”

“Why don’t you check it out for yourself,” Brandon said smartly.

The man drew his hand upward and over between Brandon’s legs.  Brandon pushed his crotch into his hand.

“MMmnnnnn, if I hadn’t already seen what you’ve got in there, I wouldn’t believe what I’m feeling,” the man said.  He mauled the mighty bulge for a moment then began fumbling with the buttons. 

Brandon was anxious, besides being a little nervous.  He wasn’t all that concerned about the mall security, they were a bunch of wimps anyway, but he didn’t want to have one of his friends see his truck parked out there and come over.  He gave the man a moment to squeeze and maul his bulge then brushed his hands away and undid his jeans himself. He rose up and shoved them down to his knees, taking his shorts along with them.  His cock swung upward, like rubber, extending out over the seat, lolling up and down.

“Godd, you are big!”

“Yep, that’s what they tell me,” he said.

“How big, in inches?”

“I don’t know. You got a tape measure?” he joked.  “Really, I don’t know, I haven’t measured myself since I was about twelve.”

“Why did you stop measuring?”

“Back then, I really wanted to have a big cock, and I measured it all the time to see if I was growing any.  But after a while, I had a big cock so I didn’t see any sense in measuring it.  I didn’t need any proof, I could see what I was carrying around between my legs.”

“That’s the reason you have such massive thighs, to carry all that around,” the man joked. He ran his hands over Brandon’s muscular legs then up under his T-shirt, across his tight, hard abs. “Damn, you’ve got a great body,” he said. “I love your chest…your tits.”

Brandon leaned up and pulled his T-shirt off.

“Ohh, Yess! Thanks. Beautiful!” the man cooed as he leaned up over him and kissed his chest, one side and the other, then he clamped his mouth over his right tit.

“Awwhh,” Brandon gasped, laying his hand around the man’s head.

“You like that?”

“Fuck, yeah. I didn’t even know I had feelings there, like a girl.”

“Not like a girl,” the man said. “There’s nothing about you that resembles a girl.”

He let the man kiss his hard pecs and munch on his tits for a moment while his cock grew between his legs, then he urged him downward with his hand on the back of his neck, down toward his cock.

“You want me to suck it?” the man asked.

“That’s what you came out here for, isn’t it?” Brandon said. “Unless you changed your mind.”

“No. Absolutely not,” he said as he moved down and crouched tightly in the seat. He brought Brandon’s cock up and captured the head with his mouth.

“Aaaaawwwhhhh! Fuck!” Brandon gasped. He clasped one hand around the man’s neck and gripped the steering wheel with his other hand. He needed something to hold onto. Fuck, he couldn’t believe anything could feel so good. The guy slurped up and down the big cock, trying hard to take more of it each time he went down. Several times his throat started to open but he choked and rose back up.

“That’s okay, you don’t have to swallow it all,” Brandon said huskily.

“Godd, I wish I could,” the man gasped as he rose up, his face glistening with spit.

“Just suck it,” Brandon said as he urged the man back down on his cock. He lay his head back against the window and closed his eyes and floated off on a cloud of ecstasy that he couldn’t have imagined. Geezusss, it felt better than pussy. Headlights swung around at the windshield and the man started to rise up.

“Stay down!” Brandon hissed as he shoved the man’s mouth back down on his cock, so hard that he gagged when the head burst into his throat. “It’s not mall security; keep sucking. Hey, man, you took the head of my cock just then; try it again,” he said as he laid both hands on the man’s head to urge him downward. When the guy resisted his pressure, Brandon clenched his butt muscles to shove his cock upward. The head burst through again and he pushed the man’s head down harder and his cock sank deeper into the tight confines of his throat.  He made him take several more inches before he began to choke and gag and wrest free of Brandon’s grip. Finally, Brandon let him loose.

“Fuck, man, you’re killing me!” the man gasped. “I can’t take you all the way. You’re too big.”

“Okay, sorry. Just thought I would find how much you could handle. Just suck it then.” He glanced at his watch. The mall was going to be closing. Not that it mattered to him, but he wondered if the man had to go back inside for any reason, maybe to meet somebody. Fuck it, he didn’t want him to stop sucking. Finally, there was the decent thing to do.

“Hey, it’s about seven minutes till the mall closes, do you have to go back inside?” Brandon asked him.

“Yes!” the man replied, sounding panicky. “Can you finish? Godd, I want your load so bad. Can you work it up for me?”

“Get back down on it, I’ll do my best,” Brandon said. The man went back down on him, sucking frantically. “Ohh, yeah, that’s it…use your tongue…Ohh, fuck, yeah, like that, lots of tongue. Keep doing that, you’re gonna get me off pretty fast. And play with my balls, that’ll help.”

The man cupped and squeezed his balls as he sucked, whinnying now, like a nervous mare.

“Okay, you’re getting me…I’m getting close,” Brandon warned.  “Fuck, man, don’t stop…keep sucking…ohhh, fuck, yeah…Goddam, man, I’m gonna blow! UUUnnnnnnn!!”

The man fought to keep from being impaled on the huge cock as Brandon began to unload in his mouth. He squealed and whined like a puppy as the stuff gushed out like a power hose, filling his mouth.  Part way through, when he started to rise up, Brand pushed his head back down.

“I’m not finished yet!” he gasped. He held his head in place and gave him the rest of his load then let him rise up. He could see come running out the corners of his mouth. The man reached for the door but Brandon grabbed his arm to stop him.

“Don’t spit it out! You can’t open the door and spit it out, there’s somebody in that other car.”

The man withdrew his hand from the door, with a look of panic, like a deer in the headlights.

“If you don’t have a handkerchief or anything, I don’t, you’re gonna have to swallow it,” Brandon said.

Wide-eyed, the man took a big gulp, then another. He leaned forward, swallowing frantically, then leaned back with his head against the back of the seat.

“Wow!” he gasped. “That was a load and a half! Where did it all come from?”

“Yeah, I should’ve warned you, I come quite a bit,” he said.

“That wasn’t quite a bit; fuck, kid, you come like a young stallion!”

“Sorry I made you swallow it, but I couldn’t let you open the door and have the dome light come on while you’re spitting out a mouthful of come.”

“I know. It’s all right. I didn’t know there was anyone in the next car. Whew! Thanks.”

“Hey, don’t thank me, you did me the favor. I don’t have to sleep with my fist tonight,” Brandon said as he was pulling his shorts and jeans up.

“No, kid, you did me the favor,” the man said.

“I’ll drive you back to the mall entrance,” Brandon told him.

“I would like to do this again, if we can meet sometime,” the man said.

“Yeah, maybe we’ll meet up again.” He drove up and let the man out. The man managed to slip inside just before the security man came to lock the door.

Brandon drove home in a daze. He’d just had his first blowjob, and he liked it. Shit, if he could get that every night he wouldn’t even bother trying to find pussy. But he still slept with his fist. He couldn’t get his mind off of what’d happened and he got hard again and he had to jack off before he could go to sleep.

The thoughts still lingered the next morning, and haunted him throughout the day, and he found himself trying to recreate the experience down to the most minute detail.  By that night he had hit upon the idea of writing it down so he would have it to read and look back on.  It was the beginning of his lust filled diary. He sat up in bed writing it, then slid it under his mattress, to be taken out to his truck the next morning. 

The Diary
Measured for Pants

Went to buy new pants and jacket for Jeff’s wedding. Some college dude named Evan measured me for the pants and got real friendly with the tape measure. We ended up back in the dressing room to try the pants on and he sucked me off.  I blew a huge load in his mouth and some of it all over the mirrors.  He’s gonna DELIVER the pants.

Evan delivered the pants. Got another blowjob from him. 

Measured for Pants 

He hated shopping for clothes but he needed new slacks and a sport coat for his cousin’s wedding. He drove over to Shaol’s Mall, to Benedict’s, an up-scale men’s store that catered more to young guys. He was looking through the racks when a young college-age guy came up to him with a friendly smile. His nametag read Evan.

“Can I help you find something?”

“I need a sport jacket and a pair of slacks for my cousin’s wedding.”

“He’s going to bite the dust, huh?”

“I guess he’s gonna bite something,” Brandon joked.

“What size?” Evan asked.

“At least a D cup; he’s gonna have a mouth full,” Brandon said.

Evan laughed.  “I meant your pants size.”

“I know that’s what you meant,” Brandon said, laughing. “I don’t know anymore. I haven’t bought any new clothes for a while.  I know I’ve gained a few pounds.”

“Well, certainly not to your detriment,” Evan said, looking him up and down. “If you want to come back here with me, I’ll get your measurements and we’ll go from there,” Evan said.

Brandon followed the guy around behind a counter where Evan took a tape measure and a key out of a drawer. He took a stance with his feet set slightly apart, expecting Evan to measure him. 

“Back here,” Evan said, nodding to the dressing rooms as he led the way. He unlocked a door and stepped back for Brandon to go in first.

It wasn’t one of the regular dressing cubicles with short doors; it was a larger, private room with mirrors on three walls. 

Evan slipped the tape measure around Brandon’s waist.

“Thirty. That’s a lean waist size for a guy your size.”

“I guess twenty eight would be skinny, that’s what I used to be,” Brandon said.

“You’re not skinny,” Evan assured him. He dropped down to one knee to measure for length. “Is that where you normally wear your pants, on the hips?” he asked, looking up at him.

“Yeah.”

He drew the tape down the outside of his pants legs and marked it. Then he placed the tape on the inside of his thigh and nudged his hand gently into his crotch. He held the other end of the tape at the bottom of his pants legs then nudged his hand again.

“Careful down there,” Brandon said.

“Just want to make sure I get it…right,” Evan said, with a slight hesitation and he glanced up at Brandon with a funny look then he gave his crotch one more firm nudge.

“You keep doing that, we’re going to have a problem with the measurements,” Brandon said.

“It wouldn’t be the first time it’s happened,” Evan said.

Suddenly, Brandon was catching on.  This guy was coming on to him.

“You got the measurements?” he asked.

“Yes. Let’s go find you some pants for you to try on,” Evan said.

Brandon decided to buy three pairs of pants since he was there and knew his correct measurements.  Together, they picked out the three pairs and Evan led him back to the dressing room.

“This is your measured size, but you should still try them on,” Evan told him.

Brandon went into the dressing room and tried on the first pair. They didn’t feel right. He checked himself out in the mirror and he didn’t like the way they looked. He tried on the other two pairs, with the same results.  Still in his shorts, he went to the doorway and stuck his head around the corner.

“Excuse me…Evan?”

“Yes.”  The youth came from around the counter.

“None of these pants fit right.”

“Well, let’s check the measurements again.”  He grabbed up his tape measure and went back to the dressing room.  In Brandon’s room he closed the door and checked the sizes of the pants. Then he dropped down to one knee.  He drew the tape up the inside of Brandon’s right leg, nudging his hand gently up against the pouch of his briefs.

“My mistake. I didn’t read the tape right,” Evan said.

“Are you sure you read it right this time?” Brandon asked. He was sure the guy was coming on to him, and that he’d probably mis-measured on purpose.

“Do you want me to measure again?” Evan asked, taking the tape from around his neck.

“Might not hurt,” said Brandon. He wanted to find out for sure about the guy.

Evan knelt down to measure again.  He stretched the tape up the inside of Brandon’s bare leg.  “I can’t help noticing, you’ve got very powerful legs.”

“That’s just natural,” Brandon said.

“You’ve got the build of a runner, lean and tight, except your thighs. They’re more like a football players thighs,” he said.

“Actually, I’m not much of an athlete.”

Brandon let out a little grunt when Evan nudged his hand up against the pouch of his shorts again.

“Sorry,” the youth said.

“No harm done. I just don’t want you starting something here that you can’t finish,” he said.

“I, uh…was sort of thinking the same thing,” Evan said. “I never start anything I can’t finish……”

“Glad to hear that,” Brandon interrupted him, brushing his hand casually over the pouch of his shorts.

“But that would give me pause,” Evan finished as he put the tape around his neck, nodding toward Brandon’s shorts. He remained on his knee for a couple of seconds before he started to slowly rise up.

“You don’t strike me as someone who would shy away from a challenge,” Brandon said with a grin.

“Are you coming on to me?” Evan asked, grinning back.

“I was sort of wondering the same thing about you,” Brandon said.

“Well, then……”  Evan went back down to his knee. “Stand back against the door,” he told him.  Brandon moved to stand and lean against the door.  Evan dropped his other knee and ran his hands up Brandon’s thighs.  “Fuck, you’ve got great thighs.”

“Thanks.”

“And how the hell do you get abs like that?” he asked, running his hand up across Brandon’s stomach.

“It’s all natural.”

“Including this?” the youth asked as he palmed the pouch of Brandon’s shorts with both hands. “Fuck! It feels like you’ve got an anaconda in there.”

Brandon smiled.  “I guess I am pretty good sized,” he said. “I get it from my Dad.”

Evan hooked his fingers in the waistband of Brandon’s briefs and peeled them down.  His cock began to unfurl from its curled up nesting position, and he had to pull the shorts down nearly to his knees for the meaty tool to swing free.

“Holy Shit! You call that pretty good sized?! My Godd!”  He wrapped his hand around it and tugged on it. “You know I gotta ask……..”

“You’ve got your tape measure,” Brandon said.

Evan took the tape measure from around his neck and held it up against Brandon’s thick, hanging cock.  “Damn! Seven inches around!”  Then he laid the tape along the side of Brandon’s cock as it continued to grow. “Over seven inches already…passing eight…am I going to have to get a longer tape measure when this thing gets hard?”

Brandon laughed  “I don’t think so.”

They both watched Brandon’s cock expand and lift and harden till it was standing straight out. Evan started to use the tape measure again but Brandon stopped him.

“Give it a second, it’s not quite there yet.”  He waited till his cock was standing up at a sharper angle.  “Okay.”

Evan laid the tape along the side of the bobbing meat.

“It ain’t gonna hold still for you,” Brandon said.

“My Godd!  Nine and a half inches!  That’s not pretty good sized, dude, that is phenomenal!  I’ve never seen a cock that big.”

“Is it gonna be too much of a challenge for you?”

“Absolutely not. You may choke me to death, but I’ll die happy.”  He pulled the huge meat down and took it in his mouth.

“Aww, yeahhh!” Brandon whispered. He knew it couldn’t be a long, drawn out blowjob. Somebody was bound to miss Even being away from his workstation. He put his hands around the guy’s head and began feeding him his cock. He slobbered and choked and gagged, and fought off coughing.  He took him like a real trooper but he was unable to deep throat him. Brandon didn’t force it. He was good with his tongue.  It wouldn’t be long.  It could’ve been but he wasn’t trying to hold off. 

Evan paused for a moment, catching his breath as he stroked the thick hunk of meat.  “Godd, I wish I could have this in my ass,” he said.

“Maybe that could be arranged,” Brandon said.

“Fuck, yeah, let’s do it. You name the time and the place.”  He nuzzled under to lick Brandon’s crotch and his balls, then he sucked one into his mouth. He switched to the other one then licked his way up the length of his cock and captured the head with his mouth again.

“Before we get too close, I ought to warn you, I cum quite a lot, in case you were thinking about taking it in your mouth,” Brandon said.

“Yess. I want you to cum in my mouth. I just know you’re going to taste awesome.”

“I don’t know, the last guy wanted to spit it out. But he couldn’t without being seen.”

Someone else came into the dressing room area and went into a booth. Evan didn’t miss a lick. A few minutes later someone else came back and called out his name.

“Evan? Are you in here?”

He froze and Brandon stopped breathing.  After a couple of minutes he resumed sucking.  Brandon concentrated on working it up. Suddenly he stopped.

“Listen, don’t panic, just let me do this,” Evan said quietly. “It might help you work it up faster,” He wet his fingers and reached between Brandon’s thighs. He ran his slick finger between his buns, pressing till he found his asshole. Brandon tightened his butt muscles.  “I’m just going to rub it,” Evan said.

Brandon relaxed his butt and set his feet wider apart. Evan’s finger felt good rubbing his asshole. As long as he didn’t try anything funny, Brandon thought.  It felt good and it did the trick. Very quickly, he was squirming around on his finger as he felt the pressure building up inside.   At one point he had to clamp his mouth over his forearm to keep from crying out.

“Geezuss!….W-what’re you doing?” he moaned softly.  His other hand was around Evan’s head, holding him in place as he fucked his mouth. Then, “Ohh…Oh, Godd…Ohhhh, fuck, it’s cumming!  Don’t stop! I’m cumming!” He still held the boy’s head as his cock exploded in his mouth. 

Evan whimpered with surprised delight as his mouth was suddenly filled with warm, thick cum.  He tried to swallow but it was cumming too fast and too much.  He moved his mouth off the belching cock and stroked it as it blasted long ropes of semen against the mirrors.

After a couple of minutes Brandon reached down and grasped Evan’s wrist. “Gotta stop,” he said breathlessly.  “I can’t take any more of this.”

Evan slowly extracted his fingers from the big athlete’s ass. “Godd, I never saw so much cum in my life.  You’re like a stallion.”

“You got a mess to clean up,” Brandon said as he began putting his clothes on.  “Did you get all the measurements you need?” he asked, now anxious to get out of the booth before they came back looking for Evan again.

“Yes.”

“When can I pick ‘em up?”

“I’ll put a rush on them for tomorrow evening. Or, I would be glad to drop them off at your house,” he offered.

“No, I…on second thought…okay,” Brandon said as he remembered what Evan had said about wanting his cock up his ass. Maybe…just maybe…he was serious. 

The next evening about six, Evan showed up with the pants and jacket.  His eyes popped out and he smiled when the door opened and there stood Brandon, naked.

“Wow!  You’re ready for me,” he said excitedly.

“Been waiting,” Brandon said.

“I’m sorry, I’m not prepared for what I said, about taking you in my ass. But I’m fully prepared to give you head again.”

“That’ll work for me,” Brandon said. He closed the door and led the way upstairs to his room.

The Diary
At the Laundromat

Washer went out and I had to go to the Laundromat. Guy there didn’t think I was doing it right and he offered to show me. It was really late and he even said I should take off the clothes I was wearing and put them in the washer.  He gave me a towel to wear.  He was a nice guy and he got really friendly.  He squatted down in front of the coke machine and I held the towel out while he gave me a blowjob.  He said I could meet him there any Thursday.  

At The Laundromat 

With his Dad’s promotion came an unpredictable work schedule.  He would be at one site for a few days then off to another site hundreds of miles away.  As a result, Brandon had to take more responsibility for things around the house. For example, the day before his Dad was to return from a worksite the washer broke down.  Brandon hadn’t bothered much with the laundry and now he had to go to the Laundromat, on a night when he had a date. He couldn’t bring himself to tell a girl that he had to cancel to do the laundry. It sounded not only not believable, but downright dumb, so he waited till he’d taken the girl home to go to do the laundry.  It was well past midnight when he drove up to the Laundromat. There was only one other person in the place, a guy no more than thirty, sitting on one of the long benches in front of the window, reading a newspaper. Brandon stepped up to one of the opened washers and dumped the laundry bag of clothes in it.

“Wow! You’re not going to try to wash all that in one washer, are you?” the man said.

“Too much?” Brandon asked.

“That many clothes should take at least three washers.”

“Oh, well, I, uh……”  Brandon dug in his pocket and brought out a handful of change.  “How much does it cost operate these things?”

“A dollar per load to wash, you can count on two dollars per load to dry.”

“Well, I don’t have that much change,” Brandon said.

“There’s a change machine over there,” the man said, nodding down to the end of the rows of washers.

Brandon walked over to the machines and stuffed several bills in the change machine. Then he stood in front of the machines, eyeballing the display of laundry soap and bleach.

“I forgot to bring laundry soap. Will one of these little boxes wash three loads?” he asked.

“Not and get ‘em clean,” the man said. “Don’t worry, I’ve got a big box of soap, you can use mine.”

“I can’t beg your soap,” he said.  “I’ll split the load up between two washers and maybe one of these little boxes will do the job.”

“You didn’t beg, I offered it to you,” the man said, setting the large box of Tide on the counter that ran between the rows of washers.

Brandon separated the heap of laundry into three even piles and began stuffing them into the washers.

“You’re going to wash everything together?”

Brandon paused with the second armload.  “No, I’m splitting it up into three washers, like you said.”

“No, I mean, your white T-shirts with your jeans.”

Brandon shrugged with a bewildered look.  “The soap’s going to get it all clean,” he said.

“Dark stuff fades onto light stuff,” the man said.  “For instance, that red plaid shirt is going to fade and you’re going to be wearing pink T-shirts and shorts.  Unless, of course, that’s not a problem for you.”

Brandon laughed.  “Well, it could be a bit of a problem,” he admitted.

“Want me to help you with it?” the man asked, laying down his newspaper as he came around to Brandon’s side of the washers.

Brandon felt a bit foolish letting the guy sort out his laundry, tossing his shorts and t-shirts and socks in one washer, and especially when he picked up a jockstrap.

“Now a pink jockstrap could really be embarrassing,” the man said, tossing it in with the other white stuff.

“You know, you don’t have to sort my stuff out, I think I get it,” Brandon said.

But he was finishing up and adding the soap.  “Anything else?” he asked, glancing around at Brandon.

“No, that’s it,” Brandon said.

“If that’s it, plug the machines and presto, you’re doing your laundry,” the man said. 

Brandon plugged the quarters into the machines then turned and asked the guy, “Listen, can I buy you a Coke or something for your trouble?”

“Actually, I’ve got one going, but thanks,” the man said as he walked down to the end of the row. He stood leaning back against the soap vending machine while Brandon plugged the pop machine for a Coke.

“I’m guessing you don’t do much laundry at home,” the man said.

“You would guess right,” Brandon said as he popped the can and leaned back against the end of the row of washers.

“Well, I can see why a guy like you wouldn’t have much time to spend in a Laundromat.”

“A guy like me?  You mean a stupid guy like me who doesn’t know how to run the washers?”

“No, I meant a stud like you…probably spending all your time chasing the girls. Or more likely, being chased by girls.”

“Well, a guy’s gotta have clean clothes to chase the girls,” Brandon said.

“Hey, I forgot to ask you if there’s anything you’re wearing that you wanted to toss in the washer,” the guy said.

Brandon blinked, looking down at himself; work boots, socks, ragged cut-off jeans and a t-shirt.

“Actually, what I’ve got on I need to be wearing,” he said. “I can’t just strip down and toss everything in the washers.”

The man laughed.  “You would be surprised.”

“Are you kidding me?  Guys actually take off the clothes they’re wearing and toss them in the washer?”

“It’s called getting your money’s worth.  It doesn’t cost any more to wash what you’re wearing,” the man pointed out.  “I’ve got a towel I could loan you to wrap around yourself if you’re modest. But suit yourself.”

“I’m not what you would call modest but what if somebody comes in?”

“Nobody who comes in at this hour of the night is going to be surprised at anything they see.”

Suddenly it hit him and it started adding up.  The guy was all too willing to help him with his laundry, even sorting and handling his shorts and jockstrap. He’d called him a stud, and now he was encouraging him to get out of his clothes right there in the laundromat. This guy was hot to trot.

“You said you’ve got a towel?” Brandon asked.

“Yeah, I’ll get it.” He walked over to the bench and got a towel out of a basket of clean clothes. He came back and held the towel out in front of him.

What the fuck am I doing, Brandon asked himself, but he quickly took his wallet and keys out of his pocket and laid them on the washer then skinned his T-shirt off over his head. The guy took it.  Then he undid his cutoff jeans and shoved them down and stepped out of them and handed them to the guy. He glanced around before he shoved his briefs down.

“Might as well toss those in, too, you’ve got a white load going,” the guy said.

“Are you sure this is all right?” he asked as he started to shove his shorts down.

“Everything looks all right to me,” the man said.

Brandon glanced up and saw the guy ogling his body and he knew he wasn’t talking about doing his laundry.

“Socks?” the guy asked.

“Naw, I wanta leave my boots on,” Brandon said. “I’m about as naked as I oughta be,” he added, laughing as he wrapped the towel around his waist.

The guy walked down to put the clothes in the washers then came back and squatted down in front of the coke machine. He glanced up at Brandon, about waist level, where he was holding the towel in place with one hand.

“You’re not married. So your Mom isn’t around to do the laundry?”

Brandon saw the way the guy was eyeing his towel.  “It’s just my Dad and me, and he works all over, at different construction sites. Our washer broke down.”  As he talked he casually pulled the knot around where the ends of the towel parted in front instead of the side. He watched the guy’s eyes follow.

“Listen, I’ve got a pair of shorts you can put on if you want, if you’re uncomfortable in just that towel,” he said.

“Naw, I’m okay,” Brandon said.  He pulled the towel open, adjusted it around his waist and wrapped it snugly around his waist again. The guy’s mouth opened and he blinked with surprise.

“Whoa!” he whistled softly.

Brandon pulled the knot apart and held the ends of the towel at his hips, exposing himself completely. The guy looked around toward the door. 

“You can see somebody pulling up and coming toward the door, keep an eye out,” he said huskily as he leaned forward onto his knees.

“Maybe we should use the restroom,” Brandon said.

“It’s out of order. The door’s locked,” the man said as he ran his hands up Brandon’s thighs.  “Fuck, you’re built!” he said.  “And hung!  Godd!”  He took hold of Brandon’s cock.

“Ohhh, Fuuuckkk!” Brandon moaned softly, and held out the ends of the towel to hide him when he took his cock in his mouth.

After a few strokes he paused, pumping the slick meat with his hand. “Don’t try to hold off, okay,” he said.

“Yeah, okay, you want my load, huh?”

“Yes.”

“In your mouth?” Brandon asked.

“Godd, yes.”

Brandon took the guy’s hands that were on his hips and moved them to hold the ends of his towel. Then he put his hands on the man’s head and began fucking his face.

“Uumhhpp…Ohmnpphh,” the man groaned around the big cock thrusting into his throat.

It would’ve been nice to make it last, but they were in a Laundromat, in public. Besides, it was just a blowjob, and Brandon was learning that blowjobs were on the other side of about any door, around any corner.  He wanted to get off, and the guy wanted his load. At some point the man got so excited that he let go of the towel so he could have his hands on Brandon’s body.  The towel dropped to the floor.  Brandon almost stopped to retrieve it, but thought, what the hell, if anybody walked in, well, the guy was the one sucking cock; he was only giving him what he wanted.  Hell, whoever walked in probably wouldn’t believe what they saw anyway, or they would applaud.

He clasped his hands firmly around the guy’s head and fucked his mouth harder. He didn’t care if he was choking him, and the guy didn’t seem to mind all that much either. He simply gagged and dove onto Brandon’s cock with greater enthusiasm.  Drool was running down his chin and his eyes were watering.

“Awwhh…aww, fuckOhhh, shit, man, suck it!…Suck that big cock…Shit, you’re getting me close.Ohh…Closer…Ohh, Godd…I’m gonna cum…gonmna CUM!…Here it comes……!”

He started blowing his load into the man’s throat, with his balls smashed hard against his chin.  The man choked and struggled back against Brandon’s grip on his head till his cock was in his mouth instead of his throat, still spurting out ropes of thick cum. Brandon could feel the man’s mouth filling up, feel the stuff swirling around the head of his cock. He felt the guy swallow a couple of times, then he was choking.  He reared back, coughing.  Brandon’s cock shot out several more spurts all over the man’s face.

When he had recovered, he knelt there, gasping for his breath.

“My Godd!  I never had a load like that in my life!” he gasped breathlessly.

“I guess I should’ve warned you,” Brandon said.

“Fuck, that thing oughta have the Surgeon General’s warning on it,” the man said.

Brandon laughed.  “I never got any complaints before.”

“Oh, I’m not complaining,” the man said.  “Far from it.  In fact, I hope you never get your washer fixed. I wanta know what nights you’re going to be here to do your laundry.”

“I don’t know, I never had a schedule in my head. I figured I would just come when I needed to.”

“Pick a night. Any night,” the man said. “I’ll be here. Hell, I’ll even do your laundry for you.”

“How about Thursdays,” Brandon said. 

The Diary
In The Locker room

Got a real shocker today. Carson Jones is gay. Got my first piece of MALE ass.  I fucked him in the shower at school. He loved it.  Didn’t even use a condom. He cried, he said it was so good he cried.  Shot a huge load right in his ass.  He wanted it in his mouth but I didn’t pull out in time. I know where I can get all the ass I want now. He sucked me first, and another new thing that happened, when he was sucking me he shoved a finger in my ass. Surprised what a fuckin’ good feeling that was.

Oh, and Jim Collins fucked two of the cheerleaders in the equipment cage, with all the guys in the locker room. The girls were hiding back there. 

In The Locker Room 

Brandon hadn’t signed up for the baseball team because the games would run into the summer after he graduated, but he practiced with the team during PE classes, as did some other seniors who were not on the team.  After spring break the baseball PE class, as it was called, had been moved to the last period of the day so the practice could continue after the period ended. The underclassmen were glad to have the older players practicing with them.

It was nearly four o’clock when practice ended on Friday.  Several of the boys took off their shirts and walked bare-chested back to the gym, letting the warm breeze cool their sweaty muscles.

“I like this PE class, cause the locker room and showers aren’t so crowded,” someone remarked to no one in particular.

“Yeah, and sometimes the cheerleaders stay late to practice,” another boy said with a leering grin.

“If there was just a way to get them into the locker room, while all the teachers are gone,” another said.

“Did you ever think of just asking them?” Brandon asked in a droll tone. Everybody laughed.

There was the usual boisterousness as the boys entered the locker room, cleats clacking against the floor. They immediately began shedding their practice uniforms, baring their lean, muscular bodies down to their jockstraps. No one among the athletes really noticed, but there seemed to be a ritual of them strutting around in their jockstraps. No one, that is, except Carson Jones.

Carson Jones wasn’t on the baseball team either. He was on the swim team, and he had stayed after school to practice swimming. He came in from the pool amid the loud joking and laughter, wearing just his Speedo suit.

“Holy Shit!” someone near the equipment cage gasped under his breath. It was Jim Collins. Brandon was apparently the only one who heard him.

“What?” he asked in a low tone, walking over to the cage where Jim stood.

Jim nodded to the cage.  Brandon looked through the heavy gage steel wire, discreetly, and his eyes popped.  “Fuck!” he whispered.

As if by some miracle, somebody’s wish had come true. There were two cheerleaders in the cage, way back in the shadows beyond the naked bulb overhead. Brandon had to squint to see them, but they were unmistakable in their nakedness, lying on a stack of wrestling mats, legs spread lewdly, smiling and fingering themselves, then each other.

Brandon and Jim looked all around. Apparently nobody else had noticed the girls, or noticed the two boys looking.

“You girls need some help with that?” Jim asked quietly.

The girls giggled softly.

“Go ahead in,” Brandon told Jim quietly. 

“You come in, too,” Jim said.

“No, I’ll keep everybody’s attention away from the cage. Just be as quiet as you can. We don’t want a gang-bang.”

Jim slipped quietly through the gate and Brandon pulled it shut behind him. He heard the girls giggling, heard Jim say something and glanced around to see him hauling his cock out of his jockstrap as he approached them. A moment later he heard a gasp and a groan and he knew Jim was in one of the girls.  He found the light switch and turned off the bulb.

Brandon didn’t know if Jim fucked both of the girls. He just knew he had a wide grin on his face when he slipped out of the equipment cage.

“We need to slip the girls out,” Jim whispered. “I told them to put on oversized jerseys, they slip right around the corner and out.”

Brandon didn’t realize that Carson was still there till he came out of the shower.

“You still here? I thought everybody was gone,” Brandon said.

“Everybody is, except us. Including the two cheerleaders who were back in the equipment cage. I stayed back to clean out my locker,” said Carson.

“Oh, you saw that,” Brandon said with a grin.

“Yes.”

“You should’ve gone back there with Jim. He said they about killed him. He had to fuck both of them.”

“I’m sure he was up to the task,” Carson said.

“You should’ve gone back and helped him out,” Brandon said.

“It didn’t interest me. Why didn’t you?” Carson asked.

“I was acting as lookout. Hell, if I’d known you saw it, I would’ve gone back and you could’ve been the lookout,” Brandon said.

Brandon continued to dry off as he and Carson talked. Every time he said something and looked over at Carson, the guy was looking at him. Suddenly it hit him; something Carson said. It didn’t interest him, going back in the equipment cage.  And he had lingered back, using the excuse that he was cleaning out his locker; he hadn’t done much in that regard. And the way he kept looking at him. Brandon took the can of powder out of his locker and sprinkled some in his hand to put in his crotch. He saw how Carson watched him.

“Keeps the jock itch under control,” Brandon remarked casually. He offered the can to Carson.

“I never have that problem,” Carson said. “It must be the chlorine.”
“Yeah, I doubt those little jock itchers can survive that long chlorine bath you give ‘em,” Brandon said. “No shit, you never had jock itch?”

“No.’

“Do you think girls get jock itch?” Brandon asked.

Carson laughed. “What the hell kind of question is that? And how the hell should I know? If they do, I’m sure you would volunteer to scratch it for them.”

“I was just thinking, when Jim went in the equipment cage with those two cheerleaders, he was still wearing his sweaty jockstrap, before his shower.  Wonder if he gave ‘em jock itch.”

“Well, if he did, they deserve it,” Carson said.

“That’s a terrible thing to say,” Brandon said, laughing.

“The two sluts sneaked into the boy’s locker room, hoping to get gang fucked by a bunch of sweaty jocks.”

“Man, have you got it in for women in general, or just the cheerleaders?” Brandon asked.

“Do you know any cheerleaders who aren’t cock hounds?” Carson asked.

“No, but I don’t know of any jocks who aren’t pussy hounds either,” Brandon said.

“There are those of us…….”

“Yeah.  Which brings me around to something you just said.”

“What?”

“I don’t want to piss you off, but…well, when I said you should’ve gone back in the equipment cage with Jim…you said it didn’t interest you.”

“It doesn’t.”

“That’s kind of an odd thing, coming from a jock,” I said.

“Depends on your viewpoint,” he said. His eyes fixed on Brandon’s then he let his eyes rake up and down the big athlete’s body. “I’m looking at what I’m interested in.”

“Oh, really.”

“Really.”

“Is that the reason you stayed back…to, uh…clean out your locker?  Cause all you’ve done so far is re-arrange stuff.”

“I needed a cover, just in case,” Carson said.

“In case of what?”

“In case your radar didn’t connect with mine.”

“Oh. Did it?” Brandon asked.

“You tell me,” Carson said smartly.  “You tell me why you’re still standing there naked, showing off your body, when you finished drying off five minutes ago. Unless you want me looking at it.”

Brandon eyed the lean swimmer with a smile.  “You’ve got balls,” he said.

“So have you,” Carson said, dropping his eyes to Brandon’s manhood.

“You wanta go back to the showers?” Brandon asked.

“Sure,” Carson said, and he led the way.

Brandon followed him, his eyes glued to his tight, round ass flexing with every step. “Anybody ever tell you you’ve got a great ass?”

“All the time, but just not the right people,” Carson said over his shoulder. He stepped into a shower stall and reached across the wall to turn on the water in the next stall, then turned on the water in his own stall.

“Who are the right people?” Brandon asked.

“Well, definitely not the girls who are all ga-ga over my ass,” Carson said.  “You, for one. But straight guys aren’t supposed to be noticing other guys asses, are they?” he asked with a grin.

“They do when it’s being offered to them,” Brandon said.

“Was I offering it?” He nodded for Brandon to join him in his shower stall by sliding down to his haunches, leaned back against the tiled wall.

“Looked like it, the way your buns were winking at me.” Brandon stepped into the shower and stood in front of him, feet set wide apart, his cock swinging in the guy’s face.

“Godd, you’ve got a nice cock,” Carson said as he took it in his hand.

“Thanks. You’re not hung so bad yourself,” Brandon said.

“Oh? I’m surprised you noticed.”

“Why? Everybody notices other guys’ cocks.”

“I thought only us gay guys did that.”

“No, everybody checks out the competition,” said Brandon.

“Oh, is that what you call it? What a lame excuse for a cover,” said Carson.  “At least I’m honest about it.”

“So am I,” Brandon said. “I checked you out as possible competition; that was before I knew you were gay.”

“But you noticed and remarked about my ass and my cock after knowing I’m gay and I’m not your competition,” Carson pointed out.

“You’re fucking with my head,” Brandon said.

“Sorry. I’ll fuck with this one. Keep an eye out,” Carson said. With that he scooped up Brandon’s cock into his mouth and began sucking him.

“Ohhh, Fuck!” Brandon moaned softly, laying his head back into the shower spray.

Carson gave him a few slurping strokes, then asked,  “You ever had anybody do this to you before?”

“No,” Brandon lied.

“Are you lying? Cause you’re just too damned hot not to have guys come on to you,” Carson said.

“Maybe they did and I didn’t know it,” said Brandon.

“Or maybe they did and it just wasn’t the right guy?” Carson asked.

“Okay, maybe,” said Brandon.  “There was this little twink freshman last year who acted like he was coming on to me but I never explored it to find out, he was such a total turnoff.” He laughed softly.  “Truth is, up till a few weeks ago, I was totally naive about guy sex.”

“Who was the lucky fuck who un-naived you?” Brandon asked.

“Some guy at the mall,”

“No. Don’t tell me, you got your first blowjob from some dirty old man in the mall restroom?”

“No, not in the restroom, although that’s where we connected.  And he wasn’t a dirty old man.  He was a good looking guy, about thirty.  We did it in my truck out at the edge of the parking lot.”

Meanwhile, Carson had gone back down on his cock. As he sucked, he ran his hands up and down Brandon’s abs, reaching for his pecs, and up and down his thighs. He reached around to squeeze his butt muscles.

“Damn, your ass is solid as a rock,” he said as he slid his fingers up and down the crack. “Relax ‘em.”

“Not till you tell me what you intend to do with your fingers,” said Brandon. 

“Why don’t you relax ‘em and find out?” Still, Brandon kept his butt muscles tight and locked.  “Come on, stop being such a baby. Let me show you.”

Brandon knew what the guy wanted to do and he didn’t want him to do it. He remembered the guy at the clothing store, Evan, had done that to him and it sort of bothered him that it felt so good. But the longer he resisted the more Carson worked his fingers into his ass crack, till he was touching his asshole, and suddenly Brandon decided it wouldn’t be such a bad thing to let it happen again. He let Carson rub his asshole, and as he did, Brandon relaxed his butt more and even jutted back a little so his butt spread apart. He watched as Carson stuck his fingers in his mouth then used the spit for lube to rub his asshole again. Only he didn’t just rub it, he started pushing and rubbing harder and probing.

“Don’t fuck out on me now,” Carson said as he shoved harder and his finger penetrated the tight hole.

“Uuhhnnn!” Brandon gasped.

“That didn’t hurt,” said Carson.

“It don’t feel good,” said Brandon.

“It will. Relax your asshole. Push out on it.”

He did as he said and when he pushed out on his asshole, Carson’s finger slipped in deeper. Way deeper! As deep as he could reach. He winced a little, but more from surprise; it didn’t exactly hurt and suddenly he was touching something that spot that Evan had touched that felt so good.

“Ohhh…ohhhhh, fuck! W-what is that?” he groaned as he jutted his butt back harder onto Carson’s hand.

“Surprised you don’t know. It’s your prostate; your love nut.” He chuckled.  “Your male clit.”

Brandon succumbed. He set his feet as wide apart as he could, against the shower walls, and hunkered down onto the other athlete’s hand. He squirmed around to try to rub his love nut against the probing finger.

“Ohhh…ohh, Godd!  Aww, Mannn, that feels great!” he said. “You can use two fingers if you want.”

Carson laughed and gave him a second finger. 

“You’re gonna make me cum doing this,” Brandon warned.

“Ain’t that the point?  If I do, can you stay hard?”

“Probably can.”

“Great. Do you fuck?”

“If you’re talking about replacing your fingers with your cock, no,” he replied emphatically.

“No, the other way around.”

“Oh.  Do you?” Brandon asked.

“Yeah, if you’re interested,” Carson said.

“I’m interested.”

“Wanta do it now?”

“If you’re game, I am,” Brandon said.

Carson stood up and turned facing the wall, facing the hallway leading back to the showers so he could keep watch.  “We’re taking a chance. It’s not going to be as easy separating to separate showers if somebody comes in,” he said.

Brandon didn’t say anything.  He didn’t particularly care if somebody walked in and saw them.  He wasn’t the one getting fucked. And it would be an excellent way for Carson to come out.  Carson punched the soap dispenser and reached back and applied it in the crack of his ass. Then he put some on Brandon’s cock.

“You’re big; take it easy going in. Then you can fuck my eyeballs out.”

“Damn, I like your style,” Brandon said as he aimed his cock between the taut butt muscles. 

Carson spread his legs wider and jutted his butt back.

“Listen, unless you really want to cum inside me, I would like for you to pull out and shoot it in my mouth.  I’m what you’d call a cum pig. I like the taste of the stuff,” Carson said.

“That’d be no problem, if I can pull out in time,” Brandon said.

“Do it. I wanta make you go off like a canon.”

“I do that anyway,” Brandon said. As Carson braced himself against the wall Brandon set his cock against the boy’s asshole and shoved. Despite his bravado about not caring if anybody came in, he was a little nervous, and so excited that he was shaking.  He was going to fuck a guy in the ass! Carson pushed back against the head of his cock and Brandon matched him. The swimmer’s tight asshole was no match for the slick soap and the strength in Brandon’s muscle ass that powered his cock forward.

“Aawwhh!” Carson cried out softly as he was suddenly burst open by the thick, meaty head.

“Couldn’t help it,” Brandon murmured.

“Ohh!  It’s okay!  Ohh, Fuck!  It’s okay, though, I just need to get used to it. Geezuss, you’re big!”

Brandon gave him a minute.  “We can’t take too much time getting used to it,” he said.

“Okay, fuck me.”

Brandon gripped Carson’s hip bones and pulled his taut butt back to meet the thrust of his cock.

“Awwwhhh!  Awwwh, yeah, do it!  That’s it.  Fuck me, you big stud. Ream me a new asshole!  Come on! Fuck is that all you’ve got? I wanta be fucked!”

Brandon wasn’t trying to be gentle but he wasn’t trying to be rough either. Carson quickly changed his mind on that.  He got a tighter grip on his hips and slammed into him with all his might.

“AAAHH!…AAWWWWHH!…OHH! FUCK!” he cried out.

“That what you want?” Brandon growled as he continued slamming his cock into the boy’s ass like a pile driver driving pilings into the sand.

“YESS!…Fuck, YESS! OHH…OH, Mann! AWW,  Gezusss, Stud, you’re a goddamn machine.”

Brandon  fucked him so hard that Carson’s legs threatened to buckle with each thrust.  Finally, they did, and he sank to his knees.  Brandon pushed him over onto his hands and knees and shoved him head and shoulders against the shower wall as he continued to fuck him.  Neither of them could see, now, if anyone came in, but it was doubtful that either of them cared. Suddenly Carson’s whimpering sounded like he was crying. Brandon slowed his pace and eased up on the force of his thrusts.

“Hey…you okay, dude?  Are you crying?  Am I hurting you?” he asked.

“I’m okay,” Carson said in a weak tone. “And yeah, I’m crying, but only because it’s so good. Why’d you stop?”

“I thought I was hurting you.”

“You were, but it’s wonderful.  Don’t stop. Fuck me. Just remember to give me your load, if you can pull out.”

It was difficult to resume the pace and the force that he’d been using before – he didn’t like hurting anyone – but as he did, and Carson responded, he was soon back to full force and speed.  If it was so good that it made the guy cry, then he would give it to him the way he wanted it.  It was just as difficult for him, after several minutes, to realize that causing Carson such agony was turning him on.  It was his downfall.  He lost control.

He caught himself just in time.  “I’m gonna cum!” he gasped as he pulled his cock out.  Carson turned around on his hands and knees and Brandon fisted his cock, aimed at the boy’s face and his gaping mouth with his tongue stuck out like a glove.  Barely a dozen strokes and he was spurting huge ropes of cum into Carson’s mouth, and all over his face. It was a huge cum, and a hard one.  Brandon’s nuts drew up so tight they ached, and the tight quivering inside as his prostate reacted, ached as well.

When he was draining, Carson leaned in and scooped up his cock to suck it empty. He sucked till Brandon’s cock was too sensitive and he had to pull back.

“Your tongue is just too much,” he gasped, sitting back on his haunches. 

Carson tilted his head up into the shower spray to wash the cum off his face.  Brandon got to his feet and pulled Carson to his feet.  He had to steady him, his legs were so weak. He stayed in Carson’s shower stall.

“You okay?” he asked as Carson reached around him to punch the soap dispenser.

“Yeah. I’m more okay than I’ve ever been in my life,” Carson replied.

Brandon punched the soap dispenser. “Here, I’ll do that for you,” he said as he began soaping up Carson’s body. His muscles felt good to the touch.

“You’ve got a nice build,” he told him. “And don’t say anything about straight guys aren’t supposed to notice. I’m just saying you’ve got a nice build.”

“And my muscles feel good to you,” Carson added.

“Yeah. Okay, your muscles feel good.”

“So do yours,” Carson said as he began soaping up Brandon’s body. “You’re an awesome fuck.”

“So are you,” Brandon said. “That was the first time for me.”

“You could lie about that.  I never had anybody fuck me like that, like I really want it.”

“You sorta scared me when you started crying.”

“Sorta scared me too.  It was never that good before. Do you want to do it again sometime?”

“Sure. Anytime.  Listen, you said you’re okay, but is your ass going to be okay?” he asked.

“I might walk funny for a couple of days, but if anybody asks, I’ll tell ‘em you raped me in the shower.”

“I like you, Carson,” Brandon said.

“I like you, too, Brandon.”

“I’ll fuck you any time you want me to,” Brandon said.

Just then the outer door opened and slammed shut. Brandon quickly got in his own shower stall. Footsteps came down the hallway.

“What’re you two jackoffs doing still here?”  It was the coach.

“I stuck around to clean out my locker,” Carson said.

“Then we started talking politics,” Brandon put in.

“Three things you ought never to talk about with friends…politics, religion and sex,” the coach said.

“Hell, what’s left?” Brandon said.

They all laughed.

“Don’t forget to close up,” coach said as he turned and left the two athletes in the showers.

The Diary
At the Ice Cream Parlor

Weird, weird experience at the ice cream parlor!  Little twink who worked there came on to me real strong. He made me a chocolate sundae with rocky road ice cream then told me I had to furnish my own syrup.  I got what he meant when he started feeling me up then went down on me.  Right there in the ice cream parlor, but he locked the door later.  I shot most of my load right on the sundae. The stuff shot right into the whipped cream and all over the cherry.  He took the cherry and fed it to me.  I know I shouldn’t have, but I let him, and it tasted pretty good. Then he tried to feed me the sundae with a spoon.  There was cum all over it.  He was right when he said I liked the cum covered cherry, so I decided maybe I would like cum-laced ice cream, so I tried it.  I liked it.  I ate the sundae while he sucked my cock.  FIRST TIME EATING MY OWN CUM!! 

At The Ice Cream Parlor 

It was hot, and beads of sweat glistened on Brandon’s broad, thick chest muscles, more droplets of perspiration ran together and trickled down the deep ridge that separated his ripped abs to soak into the waistband of his briefs that peeked out over the top of his jeans. He pulled his T-shirt out of his hip pocket and was shaking it out to put it on before he went into the ice cream parlor.

“You don’t need to bother with that, there’s no one else here.”

He looked up to see a kid about his own age holding the door open for him. He wore a server’s cap so Brandon figured it was okay to go in shirtless, since he worked there.

“Thanks,” he said as he stuffed the shirt back in his rear pocket.

“You look hot,” the boy said as he went around behind the counter.

“It’s ninety out there,” Brand said. “It sure feels good in here.”

“What’ll you have?” the boy asked. He stood with an ice cream scoop poised in his hand.

“Rocky road with nuts,” Brandon said. 

“Cone or cup?”

“Cone. No…cup,” Brandon said. Then he laughed, as the boy had already started to dip up the rocky road.  “Hey, it’s like you already knew what I wanted.”

“I had a gut feeling you were a rocky road kind of guy,” the boy said with a big smile as he scooped up the ice cream and put it in a large cup.

“And what gave you that idea?” Brandon asked.

“I don’t know…big, rugged, a rocky road build you might say, and it goes without saying you want extra nuts.”

Brandon laughed again.  “You know your customers.”

“I try. And if I don’t, I try to get acquainted.  You want whipped cream and syrup?  It’s on the house.”

“Sure. What, some kind of special freebie?”

“Just to special customers,” he said with a grin as he squirted chocolate syrup on top of the ice cream then topped it with a huge swirl of whipped cream. Then he put a cherry on top.

“A cherry, even,” Brandon said.

“Yeah, I’ll bet you’ve had your share of those,” the boy said.

“You know, I really shouldn’t be standing here like this,” Brandon said, indicating his bare, sweaty upper body.

“No, you shouldn’t. Stand over here at the end of the counter, if somebody comes in, you step back through that door till they leave.”

“I don’t know why, but I’ve never been in here before,” Brandon said as he carefully cupped the plastic spoon into the whipped cream.

“Well, we don’t know what we’ve been missing,” the boy said.  “Do you work construction?”

“Not full time, but I got called in today, had to be the hottest day of the year so far.” He chuckled softly.  “It’s weird, how you guessed I wanted rocky road.”  He put a big spoonful of ice cream in his mouth, noticing that the boy was staring at him, his eyes fixed on his stomach.  “And the extra nuts,” he added, now beginning to get the picture.    

The boy snapped back and looked all around.  “Look, why don’t we just step into the back room, that way you don’t have to worry about somebody coming in and seeing you.”

“Yeah, I wouldn’t want to get you in trouble for letting me go without my shirt,” Brandon said. He stepped back and then turned and followed the guy into the back room.  It wasn’t as cool, but it was tolerable.

“You’re saving the cherry, I see,” the boy observed.

“I try to save the best till last.”

“How many of those have you had?”

“Cherries? Depends on what kind of cherries you’re talking about,” Brandon said, deciding to pick up on what he believed the boy was throwing out.

“Whatever kind you wanta tell about.”

“My share, I guess.”

“And probably somebody else’s share,” the boy said, his eyes raking more boldly over Brandon’s muscular torso. 

“Three, maybe four, there was one I’m still not sure about.”

“Damn! You know, when I said you were hot, I wasn’t talking about the temperature outside,” he said.

“I wondered.”

“Godd, almost makes me wish I was still cherry.”

“How long have you not been? When did you get your first piece of ass?” Brandon asked.

“Truth is, I’ve never fucked a girl.”

“Oh. I thought…..” He suddenly cut off his words as he realized what the boy was saying.

The boy laughed.  “I am the piece of ass,” he said.

Brandon nodded as he worked the mouthful of ice cream around in his mouth. He swallowed and grinned.

“I bet I could make you feel like a cherry,” he said with a tight grin. The gloves were off; the guy had made himself known.

“Oh, Godd, don’t I wish!”

“Your wish is my command…or could be,” Brandon said.

“Are you serious!  Godd, I should be so lucky!”

“Just name the time and place,” Brandon said.

 “Not here, it’s too risky.”

“Just name the time and place,” Brandon said again.

 “Yes, oh, Godd, yess!  But I work till closing. But there is something we could do.”

“Name…the time…and place,” Brand said for the third time.

“Here, now. Let me lick that sweat off your muscles,” the boy said excitedly.

Brandon paused with the spoon almost at his mouth and his lips curled into a wide grin as he placed the spoon back in the cup.  “You wanta lick my sweat?”

“Godd, Yess! My mouth started watering the minute you came through the door, all those muscles glistening with sweat.”

“Okay…yeah, I guess…fuck, I never had anybody do that before. I’m really sweaty, man, but I don’t know how well my deodorant has held up working out in this heat.”

“I don’t care about that, I want to taste you, not your deodorant.” He moved up closer and lapped his tongue into the crack of Brandon’s armpit.

“Fuck, you’re going right for the good stuff,” Brand said, laughing as he raised his arm.

“Uuhhnnnnn,” the boy moaned as he buried his face in the hairy, sweaty, armpit. He wrapped his arms around Brandon’s waist to pull him in tight. 

Brandon set the cup of rocky road down and put his hand around the boy’s head. “Fuucckk! That’s good. I didn’t even know a guy had feelings there.”

The boy licked his way across Brandon’s thick pectoral muscle till he found his nipple. He began licking it and sucking and nibbling gently.

“OOOOHhh…Ohhhhh, Goddd!” Brandon groaned.  “Fuck, man, you’re giving me a hardon!”

“Am I?” The boy reached down to the front of Brandon’s jeans.  “Well, my goodness, I would say I am.”

Brandon picked up his ice cream before it melted but the boy took it from him.  “I’ll make you a new one when I’m finished here.”

Brandon set the cup back down and watched the boy lick his way down the deep ridges of his stomach muscles.  He took the waistband of his shorts between his teeth and tugged on it.

“Mnnnn, I can even taste the sweat that’s soaked into your shorts,” he murmured.

“A lot more soaked into the back,” Brandon said.

“Let me see.” He turned Brandon around and licked up and down the small of his back, then took the waistband in his teeth again. He tugged it further up out of his jeans then pulled it out and began licking at the top of the crack of Brandon’s butt.  “Ohh, there’s good stuff back here, undo your jeans.”

“I don’t know if……”  But just then the boy’s hands reached around and he was unbuttoning them for him.  He pulled them down and began licking up and down the crack of Brandon’s butt.   He was pulling the taut muscles apart when the front door opened.

“Damn!” the boy swore as he stood up.  “Stay put,” he told Brandon as he adjusted his hat and went out to wait on the customer.

Brandon stood well back from the doorway, as he pulled his shorts and jeans back up,  hoping it wasn’t the manager or the owner or another employee who might come back.  It wasn’t.  Within a few minutes, the boy was back.

“You were going to fix me another sundae,” Brandon reminded him.  As much as he liked the guy’s mouth and tongue on his butt, he didn’t think it was a good idea to continue doing that.

“Yes, and I want you to add something to it.”

“You want me to add something to it?”

“Yes. With my help, if you’ll let me…or you could do it yourself……”

“Let you what, or do what myself?”

He went back out front while Brandon stood in the doorway and watched him put two scoops of rocky road in a larger cup.  He squirted some whip cream on top then added some nuts and a cherry. “You gotta provide your own syrup this time,” he said as he returned to the back room.

Brandon smiled, catching on to what he was talking about. He took the cup and the boy reached down to grope the front of his jeans with his other hand.

“My Godd, what have you got in there?” he asked.

“A load of syrup for one thing,” Brandon said. “Warm vanilla.”

“Let me help you work it up.” 

“Good, I was gonna tell you, I don’t like to leave a hardon unattended,” Brandon said.

The boy unbuttoned Brandon’s jeans again and laid the fly open, exposing the white strip of his briefs, slung low across his lower abs. He reached inside and groped the bulge. “Shit!” he swore.  “I didn’t know they even made ‘em this size.”

“You don’t know what size it is yet,” Brandon said.

“Well, it adds a whole new meaning to super size it.”  He shoved Brandon’s jeans down, then his shorts, about half way down his thighs. His big cock swung out majestically.

“My Godd! That is huge!”

“It gets huger,” Brandon said, laughing.

“Can I suck it? I could work up your warm vanilla faster that way.”

“Knock yourself out,” Brandon said.

The boy dropped to his haunches and took Brandon’s cock in his hands.  “Fuck this thing takes both hands,” he said.  He stroked it with both hands as he licked the head.  “Ohh, your ball juice tastes good.”

“That’s not my ball juice, it’s a lot thicker. That’s just precum,” Brandon told him.

“I don’t care what it is, give me more,” the boy whined as he squeezed and milked the thick tube to draw the slick juice out so he could lap it up. Then he went down on the bulging cock.

“OOOhhhhhh!” Brandon moaned, tossing his head back.  “Ohh, man, you are good at this! Wow!  I love the way you use your tongue!”

There was someone at the door, trying to get in. They heard some angry muttering as the person left.

“I locked it this time. I didn’t want to be interrupted,” the boy said.

“I hope your boss doesn’t show up; he’ll have a key,” Brandon said. “Hey, this stuff’s melting,” he said.

“I’m doing all I can, it’s up to you to deliver the load,” the boy said.

“Listen, there’s a way to speed things up…if you use some spit for lube and shove a finger in my ass…there’s a spot up inside there that if you rub it, it’ll make me go off real fast, and a lot.”

The boy slicked up two fingers and reached between Brandon’s legs. Brandon set his feet wider apart and hunkered down on the searching fingers.  He winced a little when the boy shoved one up inside him.

“Where’s the spot? What’s it supposed to feel like?” the boy asked.

“Ohh…Ohhhh…Awwwhhh…I don’t know what it feels like, I never felt it myself, but I’ll know when you find it.”

The boy kept probing and sucking.

“AAAAHH! THERE! Ohhhh, Fuck!  Ohh, yeah, you found it man!  Ohhh, My Godddd!  Keep doing that…keep sucking…ohh, Godd, don’t stop!”

Seconds later he was blasting cum.  The boy got off his cock and aimed it at the sundae.  Brandon watched the stuff spurt into the fluffy whipped cream, gouging out tiny tunnels.  Ropes of thick, warm semen mixed ran down over the ice cream, and the bright red cherry was drizzled with cum. A thick streak ran down the stem. 

“Aahhh, beautiful,” the boy said as he stood up. “This cherry has some significance,” he said.

“What?” Brandon asked, breathlessly.  His legs were shaking.

The boy plucked the cherry out by the stem and held it up to Brandon’s mouth.  “I’m not a virgin but you can say you got my cherry.”

“I don’t want that thing,” Brandon said, turning his head away.

“Come on, it’s a cherry. I know you like cherries. And it’s your cum.”

He didn’t know why but he succumbed to the weird temptation. He opened his mouth and the boy put the cherry on his tongue. He closed his mouth and the boy pulled the stem off, leaving the cum-laden cherry on Brandon’s tongue. He bit down on it and the burst of sweet cherry tasted good with the warm, acrid-sweet taste of his own cum.

The boy took a spoon and scooped up a spoonful of soft rocky road along with laced with the warm cum and held it up to Brandon’s mouth.  Again he turned his head away.

“Stop trying to feed me that shit,” he said, laughing.

“You liked the cummy cherry, you’ll love the cummy ice cream,” the boy said, following his mouth with the spoon.

It bothered Brandon that the guy was right. He knew he shouldn’t, but he did like it.  He took the spoon from the boy, and the sundae.   “This was my sundae, right? You said I had to furnish my own syrup…I did that…so I’ll eat it myself.”

The boy clapped his hands and squealed with delight.  “Godd, this is so hot, watching a big muscle stud like you eating his own cum, and liking it. I could almost get off on it.”

“Have you ever done this before, with other big muscle studs?”

“Only one.  But it was strawberry and he made me eat his sundae.”

“How about you clean out the syrup fountain down there while I enjoy my sundae,” Brandon said.

The boy knelt down and began sucking Brandon’s cock again.

“Put it away when you’re finished with it,” Brandon said.

The Diary
At the Carnival

Went to the carnival out on the edge of town, by myself.  Purposely dressed for attention, wore a cut-off T-shirt that showed several inches of my abs.  I’m finding out it works.  Also finding out that sex is everywhere for the taking. It’s in the air. All you gotta do is be aware of your surroundings.  I was taught that term meant for safety reasons. HA!  Won two big stuffed animals shooting a rifle, gave them to a couple of young babes.  Won two more stuffed animals by ringing the bell with a sledgehammer; some dude paid for it. Gave those to his girlfriend; he had to carry one of them for her they were so big. The guy didn’t want to let me try it again but I shamed him into it, told him I wanted to win a teddy bear for a real little girl standing watching with her mother. Her Daddy was in Iraq.  There were people standing around so he had to do it.  Then I challenged him first; said I wanted two prizes if I could ring the bell with one arm. The people around us taunted him into it.  I did it, one fuckin’ arm.  Won a big teddy bear and a big white polar bear. The little girl wanted the polar bear. I felt like a fool walking down the midway with the big teddy bear so I gave it to a college chick who was with her boyfriend.

This is where it gets weird. Ran into a guy, also about college age, who had seen me give the prizes away.  He wanted to take me for a ride on the Ferris wheel. What the hell, I went.  Well, the damn thing stopped when we were on the very top and he started groping me!  He had it all planned.  He paid the operator to stop the thing.  He sucked me off on the top of the Ferris wheel. He had to swallow my load so I wouldn’t shoot it all over people below. That would’ve been funny as hell, raining cum.

I don’t know if this is any weirder but here’s the next thing that happened. The college chick I gave the teddy bear to….her boy friend came up to me and PROPOSITIONED me to have sex with her. Actually, they wanted me to fuck BOTH of them. WTF!  We went out to his big pickup parked out on the edge of the field and I fucked his girlfriend while he’s right there in the seat with us. I got her off, I ate her pussy.  She freaked.  So did he, he’s never done that to her.  I gave her a big fuckin’ “O”, I fucked her eyeballs out then pulled out, they wanted me to get myself off so I jacked off and shot all over her face. Her BF got in the line of fire, on purpose.  Then I fucked HIM while he fucked her. It was wild. 

At The Carnival  

It was Thursday.  The carnival would be in town till Sunday evening. Brandon thought about calling a couple of the guys to hang out with and check out the girls on the midway but there was no great urgency to have anybody tagging along. He thought about seeing if Cindy wanted to go, but no, that would be too “last minute” for her.  If he called her, to be right and proper, she wouldn’t want to go till Saturday night or Sunday. Screw it.  He decided to go by himself.  There were times when he did that; he didn’t need other guys around all the time to feed his ego.

He parked his truck on the outer edge of the field and walked toward the loud music and bright lights and sounds of the midway. He had dressed intentionally for the occasion; heavy hiking boots with sports socks pulled down, sort of bagging below his calves, a pair of well-worn and faded jeans that hugged him everywhere they touched except around his waist. He had on a dark yellow T-shirt with the bottom half cut off, revealing a good six inches and a couple of layers of his tanned, hard six-pack.  He loved showing off his abs where his jeans never touched his waist.  And he didn’t wear a belt.  He had a tight, round bubble butt that held his jeans up. And a baseball cap.

He was keenly aware of the attention he was attracting as he sauntered along the grassy midway, from varying ages, from both sexes.  He stopped at the firing range booth and picked up one of the rifles from the counter.  He hefted its weight and held it up to aim it.

“Three shots, one dollar,” the hawker said.

He laid down a dollar and brought the rifle up to his shoulder and took aim and pulled the trigger. He had no idea where the round went, but one thing was certain, the rifle wasn’t zeroed in.

“How have you got these things rigged to miss?” he asked, half jokingly.

The man did a double take, angry.  “Don’t question my integrity, young man.”

“Just asking a simple question. I own a shotgun and two rifles, I hunt all the time, I target shoot.  I took perfect aim with that gun and it veered off like the barrel is bent.”

Others had gathered around, including two teenage babes in tight shorts and tiny halters who were eyeing Brandon. The man picked up another rifle and handed it to him.  “They’re all the same, but give this one a try, three on the house.”

“And what’s the prize if I get all three?” Brandon asked

“Anything on the wall for the little ladies,” the man said nodding to the two girls.

Brandon glanced at the girls as he brought the rifle up, then he fired off three shots; all three hit the targets.

“That’s better,” he said. “I knew I was a better shot than that.” He dug in his pocket and laid another dollar on the counter.  “Still anything on the wall?” he asked.

“Anything you see on the wall,” the man said. He wasn’t liking it but he had to keep up appearances for the sake of the two girls and other onlookers.

Brandon fired three more bull’s eyes. “Pick out what you want,” he told the girls as he laid the gun down.

They giggled and began pointing and trying to decide which of the huge stuffed animals they wanted. Meanwhile, Brandon walked away. He heard the girls behind him.

“Oh, he didn’t even give us a chance to thank him.”

“Do you know him?  Do you know his name?”

“No, I thought you did,” the other girl said.

“Well, we have to thank him,” said the other.

Brandon smiled and walked on. Several yards down the midway the two girls came rushing up to him, carrying the large stuffed animals.

“You’re a very good shot with the rifle,” one of them gushed.

“I hunt,” he said.

“You didn’t give us a chance to thank you,” said the other.

“Call it a random act of kindness,” said Brandon

“We didn’t get your name.”

“Brandon. Silverman High.”

“I’m Cindy, and this is Kathy. Are you here with someone?” Cindy asked boldly.

“I’m waiting to meet someone,” Brandon lied. “But hey, think of me when you cuddle up with the bears tonight,” he added with a big grin. Then he gave them a playful salute and walked away. He wasn’t looking for a date for the evening, but he loved being in control and playing girls along, and their adoration.

He walked on down the midway till he came upon the hammer strength test. He heard an older guy, maybe thirty, with his girlfriend or wife, say, “Look at the muscles on that guy, I’ll bet he could ring the bell with no problem.” Then the guy was waving him over.

“Hey, Son, I’ll pay for you to see if you can ring the bell,” he told Brandon.

The hawker saw Brandon coming his way and he quickly focused his attention on two smaller, less muscular teenagers who were hanging around. One of them walked up and hefted the mallet and set it back down, shaking his head.

“No way I could get that thing over my head,” he said.

“It’s all in the swing,” the man urged him, trying to ignore Brandon. “Come on, give it a try, one swing on the house.”

The boy tried it but failed miserably.  The man with his girlfriend stepped up and handed the hawker two dollars.  “Here, I’m paying for him,” he said, motioning toward Brandon. The hawker took the money, reluctantly. 

“Ring the first bell, choose any prize on the side walls. Ring the top bell, take your choice of anything you see.”

“I’ve got two swings coming,” Brandon pointed out.

“Two prizes of your choice if you ring the top bell twice.  But two’s the limit,” he added quickly.

He hefted the mallet with one arm. It was heavy, but not that much heavier than the sledge hammer he’d been using since he was fourteen. He wrapped both hands around the handle and swung it up over his head and slammed it down hard. The ringer shot upward and slammed against the bell almost as hard.

“Geezuss!” he heard the boyfriend whisper behind him.

Brandon didn’t pick out a prize right away. Instead he took another swing. The bell reverberated again and the hawker reached for the mallet, to take it away from him.

“Take your pick,” he told him, setting the mallet out of reach.

Brandon turned to the girl. “He paid, you pick,” he told her. Her smile was for more than appreciation for winning her choice of prizes; he saw how she was checking him out.  She selected a huge brown bear and a big dolphin. Together, they were too big for her to carry and her boyfriend had to carry one of them for her. Before they moved on though, the boyfriend shook Brandon’s hand, and Brandon saw how he watched his biceps. 

“I gotta hand it to you, dude.  How the hell did you get those arms built up like that, and those shoulders?”

“Eating everything in sight, and a lot of hard work,” Brandon said, laughing. He was about to walk on when he saw a beautiful little girl of about five, holding her mother’s hand, gazing longingly up at the stuffed animals.  She seemed mesmerized. She melted his heart. He walked over to them and squatted down on his muscular haunches. The girl didn’t flinch at his size, she just looked at him with a curious look.

“Would you like to have one of those big stuffed animals, Darlin’?” he asked.

She nodded, without saying anything.

“I told her she would have to wait till her Daddy came back to win one for her,” the mother said.

“Where is your Daddy,”

“My Daddy’s in Iraq.”

“Since your Daddy is so brave, off fighting the war, would you let me try to win one for you?”

She looked up at her mother, already nodding. 

“Your Daddy can win you another one when he comes home.  He can probably win you two animals. But I would like to try to win one for you to play with and sleep with till he comes back home.” Brandon looked at the mother.

“Yes, that would be fine,” the woman said.

“Come with me, let’s see what I can do,” he said, taking the little girl’s hand.

Brandon pulled two dollars out of his pocket and walked back over to the hawker.

The man held up his hand.  “Two’s your limit,” he said.  “With those arms and shoulder, you could clean me out.”

“Just one more swing, for that little girl over there,” Brandon pleaded, nodding towards the girl. “Her Daddy is in Iraq.” 

The man scowled but took the money.  “Okay, one swing, one dollar,” he said, taking one of the bills.  He squatted down to the little girl again. “If I can ring that bell, sweetheart, which one of those animals would you like to have?”

“The big white bear,” she said excitedly, looking up at it.

“I’ll see what I can do. No promises, though. We may have to wait till your Daddy gets home,” he said with a smile as he patted her cheek and stood up.  He smiled at the mother then walked back with the mallet held loosely in one hand.  A small crowd had gathered, to know what was going on. He hefted the mallet but then paused.  He turned to the hawker, and said in a voice that others around him could hear,  “How about double or nothing? I use one arm for two prizes.”

The man had to think about it, but was urged on by the bystanders till he couldn’t refuse.

“Let him try it.”

“I wanta see this.”

“Let him try it one handed, we’ll all give it a try.”

The man nodded.  Brandon hefted the mallet with his right arm and looked up at the bell.  Then he brought the mallet up over his head and slammed it down. The bell rang with a loud reverberation and the crowd applauded and whistled. 

“She wants the white bear,” Brandon told the hawker. The man took a long pole and lifted the stuffed animal off the hook and handed it to Brandon. He took it over to the little girl and stood the bear beside her. It was twice as big as she was. She was all smiles as she hugged the bear.

“That’ll have to do till your Daddy gets home and he can win you a bigger one,” he told the girl. He stood up to see tears in the woman’s eyes.

“Thank you so much. She will treasure it.”

“My pleasure, Ma’am,” Brandon said as he tilted his cap politely.  He turned around to pick out his second prize.  “That other white bear,” he said.

He walked down the midway a dozen yards or so, feeling a little foolish carrying the bear under one arm, till he came to a young couple, about college age. He was keenly aware of the girls’ eyes focused on his bare abs. Their split second eye contact went unnoticed by the boyfriend, and Brandon smiled. He stepped in front of them.

“Excuse me, would you mind?” he asked, addressing them both, “I feel a little foolish carrying this thing around.” He held the bear out to the girl. She looked at her boyfriend and he just shrugged.

“How’d you win it?” the man asked, eyeing Brandon’s arms. 

“Ringing the bell back there,” Brandon said.

“You must have a girlfriend to give it to,” the girl said.

“No, not really. We broke up,” he said with a sad smile.  She took the bear and gave Brandon a kiss on the cheek.  Embarrassed, he walked on. He wasn’t watching where he was going and he ran right into a young man maybe late twenties, too well dressed, Brandon thought, for a carnival midway.

“Pardon me, I wasn’t watching where I was going,” Brandon said, stepping aside.

“No harm done,” the young man said in a cultured voice. Brandon had him pegged as college, even Ivy League, which made him wonder why he was at a carnival in the first place, much less alone.  “I saw what you did with the little girl,” he said.  “And the girl with her date.”

“Sounds like you’ve kept a close eye on me,” Brandon joked.

“Matter of fact…..”  His voice trailed off as he very openly raked his eyes up and down Brandon’s body.  “I was just getting ready to go on the Ferris wheel. Would you care to go with me?  If you’re not with anyone.”

“No, I’m not,” Brandon said, keenly aware of the way the man was looking at him. This could lead to something, he thought.

They walked over to the Ferris wheel which had stopped.  The young man paid and handed Brandon his ticket.  Brandon went up the short ramp and sat in the seat.  The man was talking to the operator, and Brandon saw him hand him some more money.  Then he came and joined him in the seat.

“By the way, I’m Brenden,” the man said, putting out his hand

“Brandon.”

The man laughed. “Well, I guess that makes us cultural brothers, or something like that.”

The ride was routine for several turns then the Ferris wheel stopped, with Brandon and Brenden at the very top.  The seat swung back and forth.

“I hope you don’t get motion sickness or sick from heights,” Brenden said.

“No.”

“Good, because we’re going to be stuck up here for a little bit.”  With that he reached over and squeezed Brandon’s thigh, high up in his crotch.

Brandon looked down at his hand then up at the man’s face.  “You paid the operator,” he said.

“Twenty minutes,” Brenden said. “So unless you’re going to punch me out or toss me over, we’d better get started.”  He began unbuttoning Brandon’s jeans

Brandon looked over his shoulder.  The two seats behind them were empty.

“I also paid for those seats to be empty,” Brenden said as he was tugging on Brandon’s jeans.

Brandon lifted his butt off the seat so the guy could pull his jeans and shorts off his butt then he sat back down.

“Fuck!” the young man swore when he saw Brandon’s cock. “Goddamn, I knew you would be like this, but Geezuss, not this impressive.”

“Thanks. You said we’ve only got twenty minutes,” Brandon reminded him.

“Yes, so we have.”  He leaned over and took Brandon’s cock in his mouth.

Brandon splayed his thighs apart as wide as he could and humped up out of the seat to shove his cock into the guy’s mouth.  He laid his hand on the back of his head and began fucking his mouth. After a few minutes the man rose up, wiping the drool from his mouth.

“My Godd, this is good,” he said.  “I go to an all male college, and I’ve never seen one guy on campus that comes even close to you.”

“Maybe I should enroll,” Brandon joked.

“No kidding. Fuck, you could pay your tuition with this.”  Brandon laughed. “Seriously, I know plenty of guys who would line up and pay to get their hands on you.”

Brandon gently pushed his head back down to his cock and the man went back down on him. A few minutes later, he eased the man’s head back up to speak to him.

“Listen, when I cum, you’re gonna have to stay on my cock.  I cum quite a bit, and I cum hard, and if I let it just fly, it’s gonna splatter on people down below.”

Brenden laughed.  “Godd, I would love to see that.  But I don’t want to waste it. Don’t worry, I’ll take your load.”

“I just wanted to warn you, there’s gonna be a lot,” Brandon said. He glanced at his watch. He wasn’t sure what time the man had first gone down on him but he figured they had about ten more minutes.  He tried to sit still without thrusting, so as not to cause too much motion that somebody below might notice. He let the guy make all the moves, up and down on his cock with his mouth. Toward the end, he wisely gave them plenty of warning as he started trying to work up to his climax.

“Get ready, I’m getting close,” he said gruffly after a couple of minutes.

The guy nodded and sucked harder.  A moment later, Brandon let loose.  He didn’t warn the guy again, he just started cumming.  He heard the guy moan and choke.  “Stay on it!” he told him.  He filled the guy’s mouth in no time, his cock becoming engulfed in the warm, thick semen. “You’d better start swallowing it, cause I’m not done,” he gasped. He felt the man swallow and felt the volume of cum in the guy’s mouth diminish, but he filled the space up again with more thick semen. He kept his hand on the man’s head.  Finally, he was finished cumming and the man was swirling the last of the stuff around in his mouth, gulping it down.

“My Godd!  Where did all that come from?” the man exclaimed, rising up.  “I wanta take you back with me. Shit, I’ll have my Dad pay your tuition just to have you as my roommate. Ohh, Godd, that was wonderful!  Unbelievable!  Thank you!”

Just then the wheel started moving again and they scrambled to get Brandon’s shorts and jeans pulled up and buttoned before their chair swung into sight of the people below.  The operator grinned and winked as they left the seat. 

“Thanks again,” Brenden said.

“I would say the pleasure was all mine, but I think you got a little out of it too,” Brandon said.

Walking on down the midway--his legs were a little shaky--he came up to the younger college couple again, the girl he had given the other big white bear to. The boyfriend was carrying the bear. They both smiled when they saw him.

“It got too heavy for me to even carry,” she said.

Brandon smiled back as they walked on past each other.  Then a few yards down the midway, he felt a tapping on his shoulder. He stopped.

“Excuse me, but I just have to talk to you.”  It was the young college student. 

Brandon turned to see his girlfriend standing way down the midway.

“I have no idea how to go about this, and I might get my lights punched out, but I have to do it.”

“What?” Brandon asked.

“First, my name’s Andy. That’s my girlfriend, Susan.  She knows I’m talking to you, and she knows why.  In fact, she encouraged me to approach you.”

“Okay,” Brandon said.  “But I don’t know what she encouraged you to do or say, and so far you haven’t said much of anything that would make me want to punch your lights out.”

“She, uh…no, we…we’re interested in you,” the young man blurted out nervously.

“Interested……”

“Yes. In having sex.”

“With me,” Brandon said.

“Yes. Oh, Godd, I am so nervous. Please don’t hit me. At least not out here.  If you wanta hit me, I’ll go with you behind one of the tents and you can hit me there.”

“I’m not going to hit you,” Brandon said.  “Do you wanta elaborate on this having sex?”

“Oh, does that mean you’ll do it?” he asked excitedly.

“Depends on what you’ve got in mind, if you calm down and explain that to me,” Brandon said.

“My pickup is parked along the edge of that woods. It’s a big extended cab, plenty of room in the front seat.”

“Okay. You wanta do it right here?”

“Yes. That would be so exciting, with all these people so close.”

Brandon shrugged his okay. They walked back to the guy’s girlfriend. She was all smiles. The three of them walked between some tents and between rows of cars parked on the field, to a big Dodge Ram pickup.  Andy opened the door and climbed in, offering his hand to help the girl in, then Brandon.

“Good, you’ve got tinted windows,” Brandon said.

They didn’t waste any time.  Andy began kissing his girl, but he reached out to grope Brandon at the same time.  Brandon moved closer to the girl and she joined her boyfriend in groping him.  She uttered a muffled moan when she felt his crotch.

“Yeah, Susan, Babe, you’re going to love this,” Andy murmured to her.

Brandon took off his cap to remove his shirt then put his cap back on.  Andy raised up from kissing his girl. 

“Damn, I’m gonna love this. Look at those muscles!” He began unbuttoning Susan’s blouse.  “Let’s get you out of these clothes,” he said. “Why don’t we just all get naked.”

Brandon took that as his cue and began removing his clothes.  Andy had Susan naked first, and Brandon’s cock took notice.  She was gorgeous anyway; she was ten times more gorgeous naked. Andy and Brandon were naked at about the same time. Brandon took due note of Andy’s lean, muscular body, especially his butt.  He wasn’t sure exactly what was going down, but he hoped that whatever it was included Andy’s tight looking ass.

“Godd, this is going to be so hot!” Andy exclaimed excitedly. “Godd, just look at this, Babe,” he said as he reached for Brandon’s cock.

Brandon thought Andy was more excited about having him in the truck than his girlfriend was.

“You first, though, honey,” she told him.

Brandon thought at first that she meant for her boyfriend to have a go at him first, then her, but he moved away a little to give them room as Susan leaned back in the seat with her legs spread out to the sides. She meant her boyfriend to have a go at her first.  She looked like a contortionist, the way she had her legs spread straight out.  Andy got down on his knees on the floorboard so he was at the right height with her pussy. He aimed and entered her without ceremony or foreplay.  Susan moaned and laid her head back against the seat, her eyes closed.

“I don’t want to bring you to the big O,” Andy told her.  “I want him to do that.”

“Yess!  Oh, Yess!  Ohh, fuck, me Andy. Get me ready for him.”

The way she took her boyfriend, Brandon thought it wouldn’t take much  to get her ready. He watched for a short time -- twenty minutes or so -- while Andy fucked her.  Several times Andy had to pull back to keep from going off, and Susan squealed with disappointment. 

“Okay, I’m going to let superstud take over,” Andy told her as he pulled his cock out.

They maneuvered around so Andy and Brandon traded places. Being basically a tit man when it came to girls, Brandon, when he was on his knees on the floorboard in front of her, leaned in and began sucking her tits. At the same time he rubbed and fingered her pussy and found her clit. He hadn’t seen Andy do that. She gasped and moaned. He thought about eating her pussy but he didn’t know if he wanted to do that after Andy had fucked her. He was about to change his mind when she groaned loudly.

“Ohh, Godd, I want you to fuck me!” she gasped.  “I need your cock!”

He was quick to oblige, glad that she had interrupted his thoughts about eating her pussy.  He aimed his cock and shoved in.  Andy had her nice and wet and loose but he was still a tight fit, and he went in deeper. She laid back against the back of the seat like she’d been sent into shock when he impaled her.

“He goes in deep, doesn’t he?” Andy was all smiles.

“Oh, My Godd, I never had anybody go so deep,” she moaned.

“If I’m hurting you, just say so,” Brandon told her.

“No, no, you’re not hurting me. You’re driving me crazy, that’s all.”

“I haven’t done anything yet, except shove my cock in you,” Brandon said.

“Your cock is doing it all by itself, just throbbing so hard,” she said.

Brandon began fucking her.  He started out by withdrawing only a couple of inches, fucking her with short strokes, gouging and probing deep inside her.  Very gradually, he pulled out more and used longer strokes, and gradually he was using the entire length of his cock.  As he did that, and had room between them, he reached down to rub her clit. It was slick and swollen.  She choked down a scream.  Twice she grabbed his wrist to stop him.

“I can’t stand it but just a little a bit at a time,” she said.

He left his hand at her pussy.  “Okay, you guide my hand whenever you want me to do that,” he said.

She used his hand as a stimulator, pressing his thumb against her clit when she was ready, and pushing his hand away when she couldn’t take it anymore. She was working herself up.

“Are we going to do it the way we said?” Susan asked Andy between moans.

“Yes, if you’re still okay with it,” Andy said.

“I am, but you’re the one who has to be okay with it,” she said.

“I’ll do it,” Andy said.

Brandon looked at them, bewildered.

“We’ve been looking for something to fulfill a fantasy,” Andy said.

“What kind of fantasy?”

His girlfriend explained.  “We want Andy to be fucked at the same time he’s fucking me.”

“And you’re both okay with it?” Brandon asked.

“Yes. You are the ideal specimen to make that fantasy come to life,” Andy said.

“What about your big O?” Brandon asked her  “If I give you that, are you still going to wanta be fucked again?”

“Yes, she’ll want it,” Andy answered for her.  “You give her the first one, then I wanta see if you and I together can make her have a second one.”

Brandon said,  “I don’t see how I’m going to have much to do with giving her another big O if I’m fucking you.”

“I think you fucking me will have a great effect on how I can make her feel,” he said.

Brandon gave it up; they were sounding like a couple of college people, over his education level.  He focused on the task before him, and the woman he was fucking.  After a few minutes, he brushed her hand aside when she started to stop from rubbing her clit.

“You’re all mine,” he said gruffly.  “You’re gonna need both hands to keep the top of your head from blowing off.”

“Oh, Godd, you’re going to do it,” she whispered excitedly.

“Yeah, I’m gonna do it.” With that he pulled his cock out. There was a soft suctioning noise, leaving her pussy gaping open. He hunkered down and buried his face in her pussy, driving his tongue way up inside her.  He heard her choke on what sounded like might have been a scream.

Andy gasped, “Oh, My Godd!  I’ve never done that to her!”

Brandon found her clit with his nose then went to work on her. He used his lips to form a suction against her pussy. He used his tongue to wash the inside of her pussy, scraping the tender walls with the soft sandpaper of his tongue. He used his nose to irritate her swollen clit, then moved up with his tongue. She choked down a scream of surprise.  She clawed at the seat and finally grabbed hold of the door handle with her right hand and her boyfriend’s hand with her other hand.  It was nearly over in a few short minutes.  He took her to the brink then quickly rose up and shoved his cock back in her. One thumb was still on her clit. At the same time he clamped his other hand over her mouth because he knew she was going to scream when he fucked her over the brink.

She did. Brandon muffled it.  She began trembling – convulsing, was more like it – till the truck shook. 

“Take her to the edge, then pull out if you can, and cum on her face,” Andy hissed excitedly.

Brandon took himself to the edge. At the crucial second, he pulled out and rose up, hunched over in the cab, hips thrust forward and finished jacking off his load with one hand while he kept his other hand busy on her pussy. He wanted to make certain she reached her peak. Much to his surprise, Andy moved into the line of fire, with his face right next to his girlfriend’s face, and he blasted them both. It was a tense moment that filled the truck cab with squealing moans and the pungent odor of cum.

When it was over, Brandon crouched over supporting himself with both hands on the back of the seat, his own legs trembling.  His cock hung down a little, still streaming cum down into the woman’s pubes. 

“Holy Shit!” Andy gasped.  “I never saw anything like that in my life.”

His girlfriend moaned as she licked her lips, lapping up the cum that she could reach with her tongue.  Andy leaned over and kissed her and they both groaned as they swapped Brandon’s cum. Brandon moved to the side, turned around and collapsed in the other side of the seat, under the wheel, and leaned back against the door.

After a few minutes, Brandon asked Andy,  “Do you still want to be fucked?”

She answered for him.  “Yes. I’ll get you ready.” With that she leaned over and began sucking Brandon’s cock.  Her boyfriend joined her and they shared his cock and balls till he was standing tall and hard.  Then she laid back on the seat, her head on the armrest on the opposite door.  Her boyfriend got between her raised legs and entered her.  He looked over his shoulder at Brandon.

“I hope you can give me another big load in my ass.”

“Well, it won’t be as big as the first one, but I’ll bet you’ll feel it,” Brandon said.

“Do you have any lube for this, or do you want me to use spit?” Brandon asked as he set one knee in the seat an supported himself with his other leg on the floorboard.

“Spit will do fine,” Andy said. “Just be easy going in.”

“Have you ever been fucked before?”

“No.”

“Geezuss, you should’ve had somebody a little smaller break you in,” Brandon said. He spat in his hand and slicked up Andy’s ass, then spat on his cock. He rubbed the head of his cock up and down between the guy’s taut butt muscles.

“Go easy,” Andy said again.

“You said that,” Brandon said.

“Are you nervous?” Susan asked him.

“Yes.”

“If it’s too much, tell me,” Brandon said.

“It won’t be,” Andy said bravely. “No matter what, it won’t be.”

Brandon stopped worrying about it.  He set the head of his cock in the slick crack and took hold of the guy’s hips.  “You shove in and start fucking your girl, you won’t notice it back here so much, maybe, when I go in,” he said. It’s not exactly the way it worked out.  Andy shoved into his girlfriend and when he reared back, Brandon had his cock set in place and Andy impaled himself on it in one backward stroke.

“AWWWGHHHH! FUCKKK!” Andy cried out.

“Honey, people will hear you!” Susan said.

“Holy Fuck!  I just had a baseball rammed up my ass!”

“I think you liked it, your cock feels hard as a bat,” she said.

“Geezusss!  Just give me a minute…I’m seeing stars,” Andy said.

Brandon held perfectly still except for his cock throbbing in Andy’s ass. The tight ring was squeezing him hard, almost cutting off the blood flow.

“Damn, I wasn’t ready for that,” Andy said in a calmer tone. “You can fuck me now.”

Brandon began fucking him. Andy began fucking Susan.  Susan began fucking Andy back, and all together they made the truck rock.  Brandon reached for Andy’s hand and guided it to Susan’s clit.

“Feel that?”

“OOOhhhhh…..Ohhh, Andy, you’ve never felt so big and hard.”

“Yeah, I feel it,” Andy said.

“Don’t forget where it is,” Brandon told him.

The Diary
At the Grocery Store

Dad gone out of town for a while, I had to do the grocery shopping. Got ogled by some ladies.  Met up with a fireman, shopping for the fire station.  The butcher is GAY.  Turned out, so was the fireman.  He was HOT.  A total stud.  He took me back through the meat department and upstairs to a dark room and I fucked him.  He invited me to the fire station.  I think I’m starting to like fucking guys.  

At the Grocery Store 

Brandon wasn’t a stranger to the grocery story but with his Dad gone so much, it was the first time he had undertaken the grocery shopping by himself. He climbed out of the truck and knowing he couldn’t go into the store bare chested, he pulled the tank top on over his massive upper body. He tugged it down as far as it would reach but there were still several inches of his bare, hard stomach showing, where he had cut the shirt off. He gave his worn cut-off jeans a hitch and adjusted his cap then headed for the store. Inside, he grabbed a cart and dug out his list.

He wasn’t familiar with where things were but he was greeted by the deli and bakery so he decided to have a look. He wasn’t big on sweets but he loved different kinds of bread for sandwiches. Over at the deli, he got some thin sliced ham, roast beef and turkey. At the produce department he loaded up on lettuce, cucumbers, tomatoes, apples, grapes and bananas. From there he wandered into the aisles. He wasn’t a seasoned shopper that maneuvered swiftly up and down the aisles, knowing right where to find everything.  He finally put the list back in his pocket and began eyeing everything on the shelves like it was his first time there. He must have looked like a total stranger the way he took things off the shelves as they grabbed his attention.  Now and then he stopped to read the labels.

In one aisle he didn’t realize he was standing in the middle of the aisle till he glanced around to see several women and a guy waiting to get around him.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” he said, embarrassed, as he quickly stepped aside and pulled the cart out of the way.

“That’s all right. You were so intent on reading the labels we didn’t want to disturb you,” one lady said.

“We were in no hurry,” said another.

The man said quietly, “Don’t let ‘em kid you, they were enjoying the view.”

In another aisle as he moved slowly along he must have looked like he was searching for something.

“You look lost.”

He looked around to see a young, muscular guy wearing a deep blue T-shirt and jeans with a firefighter’s emblem on his chest. He was not only very well built, he was strikingly handsome.

“Well, this isn’t exactly my playground,” Brandon said. “I was just looking around.”

“Well, if you need any help, just find me and ask. I know the place like the back of my hand.  I have to. I’m shopping for a dozen different guys, all with special appetites.”

“Oh, you’re shopping for the fire station, then,” Brandon said.

“Yeah, and they all want something different.”

“Are you the cook, too?”

“We all cook, and we all take turns shopping.  Wednesday is my day to do the shopping.”

Brandon couldn’t help appreciate the fuzzy feeling and admire the fireman’s build.

“Well, it looks like you shop healthy,” Brandon said, noticing what he had in his cart.

“Oh, Yeah, it’s a prerequisite that we stay in shape for the job,” the fireman said.  There was a short, awkward pause. “Well, hey, if you need any help just come and find me.”

“Thanks.”  Brandon watched the fireman move on down the aisle, taking in his wide, muscle-heaped shoulders and his slim hips with the two mounds of his butt flexing in his pants as he walked.  Suddenly he caught himself.  Why the fuck was he noticing another guy’s butt?  At the end of the aisle, the fireman glanced back and smiled. Brandon felt a chill shoot down his spine and go right into his nuts.

The momentary experience rattled him for some reason and he moved up and down the aisles more quickly.  He was suddenly surprised and rattled even more when he realized that he was trying to find and keep up with the fireman. Twice when they were in the same aisle, the fireman looked at him and smiled.

“You doing okay?” he asked him once.

“Yeah,” he said nervously. “Okay.”

They met up again at the meat counter. Brandon had picked out some T-bone steaks and tossed some hamburger in his cart, and was checking out the Polish sausages. Suddenly, a hand reached down in front of him and he glanced around to see the fireman.

“This is the best Kielbasa you’ll find anywhere,” he said, holding up a large sausage.  “It’s not name brand either. It’s Karl’s own recipe. He even stuffs his own sausage.”

“Okay, I’ll give it a try,” Brandon said. He reached for it just as the fireman dropped it back in the display case.

“You can ring that bell, he’ll come out and explain how he makes it and stuffs it.  He’ll even show you if you come on the right day.”

“Oh, really.”

Just then a big, burly man came through the door, wearing a full white apron and a white butcher’s cap.

“There he is now.  Hey, Karl.”

“Dave, I see you’re feeding my guys right,” Karl said.

“Nothing but the best for the best. Hey, I was just telling him about your great Kielbasa.”

“Best you’ll find,” the man said.

“That’s what he was telling me,” Brandon said.

“I told him you would show him how you make it and stuff it sometime.”

“Be glad to.”

The fireman picked up the Kielbasa again.  “You wouldn’t happen to have any specials going on back there today, would you?”

“Could be. Let me check.” He disappeared into the back.

“If he has, we can go back,” the fireman told Brandon.

He didn’t know what was going on, but he was getting the strange feeling that it was about more than the meat department and Karl’s Kielbasa.

The butcher came back a couple of minutes later.  He gave a quick, discreet nod toward the door. The fireman stepped around Brandon, and at the door he glanced back and nodded. Brandon didn’t know what was going on but after the other recent experiences he’d had, he was curious enough to find out. He followed the fireman.

Dave seemed to know where he was going. They went past the meat saws and tables, to a short stairway leading up to a walkway with a door at the end. Dave held the door open for Brandon, then went through and closed the door behind them.

“Where are we?” Brandon asked, in the dark.

Dave turned on a light. “It’s sort of a break room, except it’s used by employees to come and lie down if they’re not feeling well.

That answered that, but there were other questions in Brandon’s mind, like why had the fireman brought him there. It was a small room, about ten by twelve, with a chair and a metal army cot. Brandon still wondered why they were there, but he didn’t ask. He didn’t have to. Dave reached down and groped the front of his cutoffs.

“I like what you’ve got showing…all those muscles…but man, I wanta see you out of your clothes,” he said as he peeled his own T-shirt off, revealing his massive, muscular upper body.

Brandon was very well built himself, but the young fireman was awesome. Built, and also darkly tanned.

“Come on, we don’t have a lot of time for talk and foreplay,” Dave said as he was undoing his belt and stepping out of his shoes. “Unless you’re not interested,” he added, pausing.

“No, I…uhh, yeah, I’m interested,” Brandon stammered, although he wasn’t exactly sure what he was supposed to be interested in.  Guessing from the other experiences he’d had, he figured the fireman was going to give him some head, but he didn’t know why they both had to be naked for that. He took off his shirt anyway.

“Fuck! You’re built!” Dave said. “Wish we had you down at the station, You ever think about being a fireman?”

“No. Wouldn’t mind being one but I never thought about it seriously. Besides, I’m still in high school.”

“No fuckin’ shit! How old are you?”

“Eighteen.”

“Fuck, you look like you’d be about third year of college. How the fuck did you get to be built like that so young?”

“I guess I got my Dad’s genes.”

“Fuck, I wanta meet your Dad.”

Dave was digging into his pants pocket. He brought out a small, plastic packet.  Brandon watched him as he tore off the tab and squeezed the lube onto his fingers. Then he bent over and applied the stuff to his butt.

“You ever fuck a guy before?” he asked as he was obviously working the lube into his ass.

“Yeah, once,” Brandon said. His interest suddenly piqued, and he was startled about the prospect of doing it again.  Especially to the muscle stud. And he suddenly understood his interest in the guy’s butt when he was watching him move up and down the aisles.

“Holy Fuck!” Dave exclaimed when Brandon straightened from taking off his shorts. “Shit, how big is that thing gonna get?”

Brandon stroked his thick, rubbery cock several times, till it was sticking out of his fist, long and thick and hard. It looked almost menacing.

“About that big,” he said.

“Damn! That is huge!  I hope I can take it. You gotta go easy on me.”

“Okay, I will.”

Dave knelt on the edge of the bunk and bent over.

Brandon eyed the man’s taut butt, spread apart so invitingly. It struck him as odd that he had no hair on his butt. He was as smooth as a baby. He stroked his fingers along the slick crevice between the solid butt muscles and felt the light stubble, and realized that the man shaved his ass.  He found his hole easily, felt that it was nice and slick. He rubbed it, and it clenched against his finger Brandon didn’t know how he was possibly going to fit through the tiny hole, but he figured he would, since the fireman was bent over for him. He probed through and the hot, tight hole welcomed his finger. It was nice and warm and soft inside the fireman’s ass, and the hole tightened around his finger. Still unsure how his cock was going to fit, Brandon probed deeper, and Dave moaned.

“Ohhh, you found it, dude, now put your cock to work on it. “Fuck me, you fuckin’ sexy teenager,” he said over his shoulder. “I’ve never been fucked by a teenager, this is gonna be awesome.”

Brandon moved closer with his legs against the side of the bed and set the head of his cock firmly against the hole. He pushed gently and the spongy muscle gave some but he didn’t go in.

“Are you sure this is gonna work?  Man, my cock is about twenty times bigger than your hole.”

“You gotta push hard to force it through,” Dave said.

“You said to take it easy on you,” Brandon reminded him.

“Just don’t ram me, but you gotta shove real hard.  Then after you get it in, wait a minute to let me get used to it, that’s what I meant by taking it easy. But you’re going to have to put some serious muscle behind it to get through my hole, cause I know I’m tight.”

Okay, Brandon thought. He took hold of Dave’s hips and put pressure on the hole. He felt Dave pushing back. Brandon tightened his butt muscles. 

“Oohh, Yeah, like that!…Ohhh, Fuck!” as the head popped through.

Brandon shoved in.

“Hold it. Not all the way yet.”

Brandon checked his entry and waited. He could feel Dave’s asshole squeezing tightly around his cock and the inner lining of his ass caressing all around it.  “Ohhhh, fuck,” he whispered.

“It’s gonna feel a lot better in a minute for both of us,” Dave said.

After a moment or two Dan’s muscles in his back and shoulders relaxed and he squirmed his butt around invitingly.

“Okay, stud, give it to me. Go slow, but give it all to me.”

Brandon shoved his cock through the tight hole. The folds of the inner muscles of Dan’s ass caressed and welcomed his cock. He was amazed to watch his thick inches slowly disappear through the hole and he wondered where it was all going. Finally he was all the way in, his loins pressed hard against the spread, smooth man butt, his cock throbbing deeply inside the snug, warm confines of the young fireman’s body.

“Ohh, fuck, you go in deep.”

“Is it okay?” Brandon asked.

“Ohh, yeah. You hold it there for a minute. It don’t hurt but it just feels so fuckin good, throbbing so deep inside me like that.”

“It feels pretty good from this end, too,” Brandon said. It felt incredible. He was anxious to move and start fucking the guy, but he waited till Dave signaled him by squirming around on his cock and acted like he was ready.

“Okay, big guy, fuck me, and you don’t have to be easy now.  Show me what you’ve got,” the fireman said.

Brandon slowly pulled back as he clasped his hands around the fireman’s hips, then he shoved.

“OOOhhhh!” the man groaned loudly as the teenager began fucking him.  He shoved back to meet the thrusting cock, and thrashed his ass around in circles when it was deep inside him. “Goddamn! I haven’t been fucked like this for a long time.”

Brandon showed him more of what he had.  He dug his fingers into the fireman’s muscular shoulders for leverage and fucked him even harder, slamming his cock into his spread ass like a pile driver. Every few strokes, he swung his hips around to corkscrew his cock into the guy’s ass.

“Ohh, Geezuss!” the fireman cried out, tossing his head back.  “Oh, Fuck, man, you’re gonna make me cum doing that.”

“That’s the whole point, ain’t it?” Brandon said.

“Yeah, dude, we can’t be in here too long. How close are you?”

“I never thought about it. Now that you mention it, I guess I could work it up any time you’re ready for it,” he said. And with that he began fucking him even harder. The slap-slap-slap of his loins against the man’s butt resounded in the tiny room, and the man groaned louder.

“You think you oughta quiet down a little?” Brandon said. “They’re gonna hear us out there and wonder what the fuck’s going on back in the meat room.”

“Ohh…Ohh, fuck…I’m getting meated, that’s what’s going on in the meat room,” the young fireman groaned.  “Ohhh…ohh, you’re getting me there, fucker…ohhh, Godd…I’m gonna cum……!” The fireman’s asshole started clenching tightly around Brandon’s cock, and it felt like his entire ass was milking him as his climax overtook him. Then he felt the jolting tightness as he was cumming.  Brandon slowed his pace, letting his own climax build up. The fireman was choking down his outcries, and Brandon could hear the soft splat-splat-splat of his cum shots hitting the wall. He let loose himself and began filling the man’s ass with his own hot cum. “Ohhhhhh…ohhh, yeah, I can feel it! Fuck, I can feel your cum shooting in me!”

It lasted barely moments, but it was so hotly intense that it made Brandon a little dizzy. His legs were shaking and he leaned over the fireman to steady himself. Together, they collapsed awkwardly across the bunk till they caught their breath.  When he was able, Brandon straightened and slowly extracted his long, rubbery cock from the fireman’s ass.

“Damn, where the hell did you learn to fuck like that?” Dave asked.

“On the job training,” Brandon said. “Only problem was, it wasn’t very long.”

“If we’d been in bed someplace, you would’ve fucked my brains out,” Dave said.

“I would like to see if I could do that…fuck a guy right out of his skull.”

“Fuck, I know a couple of guys at the station who would like to meet you,” the fireman said.

“Okay,” Brandon said.

When they were dressed, they left the room and walked through the meat room. 

“Thanks, see you,” Dave said to Kurt, who was smiling.

“Yeah, thanks,” Brandon said.

“Hold on,” the big meat cutter said.

Dave walked on out. Brandon held back to see what the man wanted.

“That ain’t thanks enough,” Kurt said.

Brandon scowled.

“I hooked you guys up. It’s only fair that I get some of what he got.”

Brandon blinked.  “You…y-you mean, you w-want m-me to…..”  He looked all around, then finished, “You want me to fuck you?”

“Is that what you did to Dave?”

“Oh, shit, I wasn’t supposed to say that,” Brandon said.

Kurt laughed. “I’ve been wanting to find out what Dave goes for. Thanks for the heads-up.”

“Don’t tell him I told you,” Brandon said with a worried look.

“I won’t. I’ll just tell him I figured it out for myself. I’ll tell him he was walking funny,” Kurt said.

“Thanks, I don’t want to get in trouble with him.  He wants me to come down to the station house.”

“I’ll bet he does,” Kurt said. “It’ll be interesting to find out what our city’s finest does in their spare time.”

Brandon finished his shopping and went to check out. There was a cute, young bagboy bagging grocers at the next checkout. He looked at Brandon and smiled.

“I’ll get yours in a minute,” he said eagerly.

“No rush. In fact, I can bag ‘em,” Brandon said.

“No, I’ll do it,” the boy said.

He seemed eager. Brandon watched him at the other checkout as he snatched things up and put them in bags without even looking. He was cute as fuck, with blondish, curly hair and a drop-dead smile that didn’t seem to go away. Brandon noticed the way the yellow-and-blue striped T-shirt fit his upper body; how his smooth arms filled out the sleeves.  He was built good for a kid that age.

The boy finished and moved to Brandon’s checkout and began bagging his groceries. Every time Brandon looked, the boy was looking at him, smiling. By the time Brandon paid, the boy had his groceries bagged and in the cart. Then he stood with his hands on the car, as if to push it out.

“You’re pretty fast at that,” Brandon said as he put the receipt in his wallet.

“Been doing it for a while,” the boy said.

Yeah, like a couple of months, Brandon thought. He wasn’t old enough to have been doing it very long. He stepped beside the boy but he didn’t move out of the way and Brandon realized that he was going to push the cart out.

“I can get this,” Brandon said.

“I can get it, that’s my job,” he said.

“Maybe for little old ladies,” Brandon said as he put his hand on the cart.

“I’ll help you load ‘em,” the boy said as he moved out of the way, and he went with Brandon out of the store.

“You don’t have to,” Brandon said. “In case you hadn’t noticed, I’m a pretty good sized guy, I can handle bags of groceries.”

“Yeah, heck, you could probably pick up the entire cart, groceries and all, and set it in your truck,” the boy said, following alongside the cart.  “I wanted to ask you, how’d you get built like that?”

“Eating right, lots of protein, right amount of sleep, and lots of hard work.”

“You mean work, like a job? Or working out?  What kind of work do you do?”

“Construction, part time. I’m still in high school.”

“No kidding! I figured you for college.  You work out, then.”

“Some.  Actually, I’m built naturally, like my Dad. I didn’t really have to work all that hard to get built like this.”

“Man, I wish I had your genes.”

They were at his truck and they both started unloading the cart.

“You do with what you’ve been given,” Brandon said.  “You’ve already got a good build for somebody your age. How old are you?”

“Fourteen.”

“You’re built damn good for fourteen. You got nothing to worry about. Just keep growing.”

“But I won’t be built like you are.”

“Maybe, maybe not, but what does it matter?”  Brandon said.  “You know, there are girls who don’t like big, bulky muscles like mine. They go for more slender guys with lean, tight bodies. You just need to meet one of those girls.”

“I would rather meet a guy who goes for slender guys with tight, lean bodies,” the boy said.  “A guy like you, maybe.”

Brandon set the last bag in the truck and turned to look at the boy.

“Whoa! Was that a come on?  You’re only fourteen years old,” he said.

“I don’t have much interest in girls.”

“You will,” Brandon said.

“No, I won’t.  If I was interested in girls I wouldn’t be looking at guys.”

Brandon pushed the cart towards the boy to take back to the store.  “Listen, you need to be careful, saying stuff like that to strangers.”

“Sometimes you gotta take a chance,” the boy said.  “So, is there a chance?”

Brandon was moving around to get in his truck. “A chance for what?”

“That maybe we could get to know each other.”

“Look, you’re fourteen, I’m eighteen. It wouldn’t work out.”

“If I was eighteen…….”

Brandon looked at him for a moment.  “If you were eighteen…yeah, it could possibly work out,” he said.

The boy’s face lit up  “That’s all I need to know.  I can get to know you while I bag your groceries.  And when you’re twenty-two, I will be eighteen.”

Brandon laughed and opened the door.  He waved back at the boy as he was pushing the cart back toward the store.  Yeah, like you’re gonna wait four years, he thought.  “Hell, he won’t be a virgin when he turns fifteen,” he said to himself.

The Diary
At the Fire House

Went to the firehouse. Everybody was great, and friendly. The place ought to be named the fuckhouse.  Had dinner with them. Guy named Skip made lasagna.  It was good. After we ate the guys told me Skip’s secret recipe; after he bakes the lasagna all the guys stand around and jack off and shoot their loads on it, he spreads the cum around with a pastry brush and puts it back in the oven to brown.  I still don’t know whether to believe them or not. Glad I didn’t take seconds. I helped Dave clean up while guys sat out in front of the firehouse.

Skip, and a guy named Mitch who came through, went upstairs to their sleeping quarters.  Dave told me they were the two guys that would be interested in me; Dave and I went upstairs too. They were pretty quick about undressing me. Mitch liked my ass. Skip liked my cock so he sucked my cock while Mitch rimmed me and fingered me. They gave me poppers, first time to use that stuff. It made me fly, just like they said it would. Okay, I sucked cock, and took a big load of cum. I liked it, sucking cock and the cum, maybe because of the poppers. Gotta admit something else.  I got fucked!  Poppers probably made me do it; I know they helped.  It hurt like hell at first but then it started feeling food.  I liked it. It was wild, sucking cock and getting fucked at the same time, and the guy fucking me was getting fucked himself.  I want to blame it on the poppers, but the guys said that I was secretly wanting to do all that stuff, the poppers just helped me find the courage to do it.  They might be right. I got invited back. I will probably go. I like having sex with these studs. 

At The Fire House 

Brandon arrived at the fire station at the appointed time on Friday evening, in time for dinner. That day’s cook had made lasagna; he could smell the garlic. Dave greeted him and made the introductions to the other men seated around the table. They were friendly and out going as Skip, the cook of the day, served up his specialty to the waiting, hungry crew. They all bitched and complained about the lasagna but it was all in fun, and the conversation moved to more raucous things.

Brandon told him how great it was and the men all looked at each other and laughed.

“What?” he asked. “What’d I say that was so funny?”

“You gonna tell him?”

“Not me.”

“Not me.”

“He’ll probably throw up.”

“Tell me what?” Brandon asked. 

“Well, I guess you oughta know, since you’ve already eaten it,” Mitch said.

“Know what?”

“Well, Skip’s got a secret ingredient that he uses in his lasagna. After he bakes it, he takes it out of the oven, we all stand around it to sort of warm our balls…well, no, actually, we stand around and jack off and shoot cum all over it and he spreads that around with a pastry brush then puts it back in the oven for five minutes. That’s gives it that golden brown look.”

Brandon dropped his fork with a bite of lasagna on it and reached for his Coke. Everybody burst out laughing as he gulped down the coke, trying to wash down the taste of the lasagna.

“I don’t know whether to believe you or not,” Brandon said, laughing with them, but it was weak laughter, not as hard.  He looked at Skip and he really couldn’t tell if it was a joke or not.

One of the guys got up and began clearing the table. He reached for Brandon’s plate, hesitating.  “Are you finished?”

“Uhh…I think I am,” Brandon said. “Is anybody going to tell me if that’s a joke or not?”

“Would you believe us if we did?” one man asked as they all laughed again. They never told him.

Brandon pitched in to help with the dishes while the others went outside to sit in front of the firehouse and watch the traffic. All the while he wondered what might transpire, and when, or if it was to be simply an evening of camaraderie with the firemen. He thought they might just join the others outside for a while. He still didn’t know who the “couple of guys” were that Dave said he would like meet him. Just then Mitch came in from outside.

“I’m going upstairs and lie down,” he said. He disappeared up the stairs. Skip finished wiping up the counter while Dave and Brandon straightened the chairs. Then when Skip started for the stairs, Brandon had a feeling it was going down.

“You coming up?” Skip asked Dave at the top of the stairs.

“Yeah, we’ll be up,” Dave said. He looked at Brandon when Skip had gone. “Skip and Mitch, they’re the two guys,” he said.

“What about the rest of the guys?” Brandon asked.

“They won’t bother us,” Dave said.

“So they know.  I mean, they know, if I go up with you and Mitch and Skip instead of us going outside with them, that.…”

“Yeah, they’re all cool with it,” Dave said.

Brandon shrugged and followed Dave up the stairs. It was a small dorm-like room with rows of bunks on each side and narrow lockers against the walls at the end of each bunk.  The lighting was dim, and it took him a moment to adjust to it. When he did he saw Mitch stretched out on the last bunk, naked except for his socks. Skip was sitting on the edge of his bunk also naked. There was an empty bunk between them.

Dave approached the middle bunk with Brandon in tow and Mitch reached out and squeezed his thigh.

“We’re really glad you decided to join us,” he said to Brandon.

“Yeah, mighty glad,” Skip said as he sat up as well, feeling Brandon’s butt.

Dave tugged Brandon’s shirt up and pulled it off while Mitch was undoing his jeans. Skip, behind him, pulled the jeans down and they all three pulled them off of him.

“Fuck!”  Skip said. “The next opening, you need to apply. We want you in this station house.”

Mitch felt the front of Brandon’s briefs. “Damn, dude, you look so hot in those shorts I hate to take them off of you.”

Brandon felt Skip pulling his shorts down in the back.  “Get a look at this ass.”

You’re gonna love it.” He urged him to turn around so Mitch could see his butt.

“Ohh, fuck! Perfection!” Mitch said.

Skip laughed. “I knew you would like it.”

“Mitch is an ass man,” Dave explained.

“Geezuss!” Mitch exclaimed hoarsely as he squeezed and kneaded the firm muscled ass.  “Fuck, I gotta have this.” With that he slipped off his bunk onto his knees and began licking and kissing Brandon’s butt.

Dave, who was naked now too, began kissing his chest and playing with his nipples. Skip was pulling his shorts down in front.

“Ohh, my Godd,” he gasped.  “He’s a horse! Fuck, Mitch, you gotta see this cock.”

“Later,” he murmured, his voice muffled by Brandon’s butt.

“Like I said, Mitch is a true ass man,” Dave said.

Brandon moaned as he felt Skip’s mouth envelop his cock. From then on, it all happened so fast, it made his head spin. The three hunky firemen seemed to all have their own specialties. They eased him down onto the bunk and Dave and Skip took turns between his tits and his cock, but Dave spent more time sucking his tits and generally tongue-worshiping his muscles. Mitch remained glued to his butt. They had him turned up with his legs up in the air while Mitch tongued his ass and gradually inserted a finger.

Brandon started to stop him but the way they were entangled he couldn’t reach his wrist. Then he didn’t bother as the finger shoved deeper inside him. This was not new to him, and he didn’t want to act like a baby.

“OOHhhhh,” he gasped softly.

“He’s got a real educated tongue,” Dave said.

“I think…h-he’s using his finger,” Brandon said.

“Well, let his finger do the walking, Mitch is an expert ass man.”

“Ohh…Ohh…Ohh, fuck,” he gasped as he felt Mitch touch a very sensitive spot up inside him.

“See what I mean?”  Dave said.

“Ohh…Ohhhh….Ohhhh Godd!” Brandon moaned.

Skip stood up and moved to the head of the bunk where he got on his knees to straddle Brandon’s head.

“Hey, I think he’s one way,” Dave pointed out.

“That’s a temporary situation,” Skip said.

But Brandon turned his head as he felt Skip’s heavy balls against his head and saw his cock sticking out over his face. Skip held a small brown bottle down to his nose. It was open and Brandon could smell the acrid aroma. He twisted his head further but that only facilitated Skip putting the bottle to his nostril and he closed off the other nostril with his finger.

“Take a deep breath,” he told him.

“It’ll make you fly,” Dave said.  “We all use it.”

Brandon took a light sniff then sucked in a deep breath, taking in the acrid aroma that was like fumes now.

“Lift your head,” Skip told him and when he did he put the bottle to the other nostril and told him to breath it in. 

Again Brandon easily obeyed as the stuff had already began do to it’s magic on his brain. He felt a strange warmth and the inside of his head was sort of spinning and he was seeing stars, then he was seeing Skip’s heavy balls that he had turned away from hanging over his face now, and instead of turning away again he was opening his mouth.

“Uhhmmm,” he moaned softly as he began sucking gently on the warm, hairy gonad.

“Thata boy,” someone said.

Then someone was taking his hand and lifting his arm that was guarding against the big cock sticking out over his face.  As his hand was guided, he took hold of Skip’s cock. He jacked it a few times, and it felt hot and hard and alive and good.

“You like the feel of that?” Dave asked him.

“MMMnnnn,” he moaned to say he liked the feel of the thick cock in his hand.  Then suddenly Skip was rising up, pulling his balls up from Brandon’s face and he saw the thick cock being aimed at his open mouth.

“No, man,” he said weakly, but he didn’t sound very convincing even to himself. He felt powerless to stop the towering man flesh even as it came closer to his mouth, and then the big cock descended downward, entering his mouth and Brandon’s tongue came out to welcome it first, then his lips as they closed around it, and suddenly he was sucking cock for the first time in his life!!  He wanted to resist it, to rebel, to stop this awful thing from happening. but the little brown bottle was against his nose again and he couldn’t resist it either. He wanted it. All of it. The hard, throbbing cock and the warm balls, and Skip’s muscular thighs against his head, and he needed the good floating feeling from the bottle, and the courage it gave him to do what he didn’t want to do.

“Told you it was a temporary situation,” Skip said with a chuckle. “Look at him eat that cock.”

As he breathed in the macho-saving aroma he felt something different at his ass. He had been only vaguely aware of the increased intensity down there as Mitch tongued his ass and fingered him and massaged that Godd-oh-so-good spot inside him, and it felt like he was using more than one finger now and he was fucking him with his finger.

Suddenly Mitch’s face appeared above him, a little blurry, and his broad shoulders, and his arms were crooked around Brandon’s legs, tilting him up off the bed, bending him in half and there was a hot bluntness pushing against his asshole where his fingers had been before.

Brandon could feel his insides palpitating, almost quivering from want of those wonderful fingers to be back inside him, doing their magic.

Mitch bent down and kissed Brandon’s mouth that was wrapped around Skip’s thrusting cock.

“You’re gonna like this,” he told him.

The bottle was there again at his nose. He was glad because the stuff didn’t last very long and he wanted to keep soaring on his new journey into ecstasy. He sucked it in and soared higher. Some part of his brain cried out, weakly now, to stop it. This wasn’t who he was.  It told him he was about to be impaled on the hard heat bearing down against his asshole. He was about to be fucked. But he silenced the fading voice and the pressure grew, then became irresistible, and he was soaring so high with a warm, hard cock in his mouth and another one pushing to gain entry from the other end.  Ohh, Godd, get it in! Maybe it can find that spot that was still aching for attention.  Shove it in, for chrissakes! Fuck me!

“Ooohhhhh!”  His surprised cry was muffled by the cock in his mouth, and the bottle appeared yet again to numb the pain and numb his brain to the fact that his asshole had been pried apart and there was a thick, hot cock being imbedded into his guts. Mitch continued to kiss him around Skip’s cock, murmuring soothingly to calm him, telling him to hold on, take it like a man, it was going to feel good in a minute.

He was sure he believed him but he was helpless to resist.  Not that Mitch was that much bigger than him; he simply didn’t have the will.  It was as his macho common sense was being flooded and he was drowning in a seat of lust. He held his breath as the big cock sank deeper and deeper into his body.  He held it till he felt Mitch’s balls pressing against his butt and his pubes grinding against his spread butt.  And suddenly, Mitch was right. Suddenly, it was feeling good.

His asshole clenched involuntarily around the thick girth till it worked through the last of the pain and what emerged was the most wonderful feeling Brandon had ever experienced.  Even as the poppers wore off, the hard, throbbing cock felt so incredible inside his ass and he even relished the feel and taste of Skip’s cock in his mouth, that was by now sliding effortlessly in and out of his throat.

Where was Dave, he wondered. It was a few more minutes as his mind cleared that he realized that Dave was fucking Skip.

The poppers had sent him into orbit and now the melding of male flesh into his body kept him floating in that orbit.  Mitch moved his cock in and out a few times.

“How does that feel?”

‘MMMMnnnnn!” he moaned, nodding as he hunkered his butt up to meet Mitch’s cock sliding into his ass.  Then he squirmed free of Skip’s cock and held it in his hand.  “Godd, I never dreamed anything could feel like this. Just fuck me. Fuck me hard,” he said breathlessly. Then he took Skip’s cock back in his mouth.  Skip had moved around and he buried his head in Brandon’s crotch to suck his cock. “MMnnn…MMMmmm!” Brandon moaned around Skip’s cock.  His brain became seared with lust so that he was unable to make heads or tails of any thoughts, but they came and went swiftly…of his Dad…what would he think of him?…and of all the others who so eagerly serviced him without a thought of  reciprocation.  They wouldn’t believe it.

The pleasure intensified.

“Listen, Brandon, let us know when you’re getting close, we’ll give you a real send off,” Skip said.

“Yeah, Skip, I know how much you want his load but don’t be a cum pig. You gotta share it with Mitch and me,” Dave said.

The send off they gave him was something he would not have thought possible to experience or to endure. He was able to give warning through his desperate groans and his body language, that he was approaching his climax. Suddenly the bottle appeared again.

“Here, one more time,” one of the firemen said. “This is going to blow your mind as well as your load.”

Brandon took the offering eagerly and set sail yet again.  His mounting climax served as the rocket booster and suddenly he was cumming.  It felt like his insides were churning in a whirlwind as his climax gained momentum. He wanted Skip to stay on his cock and accept it and draw it out of him but he moved away and replaced his mouth with his hand. Brandon was suddenly jolted to the core as his asshole tightened around Mitch’s cock and his prostate vibrated like an electrical current was shot through it. Then he came.

Godd, did he cum!! The stuff shot up through his cock so hard, it almost hurt.

“Holy Fuck!”  Skip exclaimed, and he knew he had hit him with it his hot rocket fuel.

Again and again his hard, aching cock fired off salvos of thick, hot cum in long ropes, while Mitch continued to fuck him. It was like he was fucking his load right out of him.

“Godd! He is a horse!  Look at that stuff shoot out!  Fuck, I can feel his prostate almost pounding against my cock with every shot,” Mitch said. 

Brandon was seeing stars, and he thought he might’ve blacked out for a couple of times for seconds.  As he felt himself floating back down in stages, he felt a hot sensation deep inside his ass, like he was being shot full of liquid heat and being bathed with warm honey. Mitch was cumming inside him! When the stuff heated his prostate it quivered violently.

“Shit, there’s more!” Skip exclaimed as Brandon shot out several more spurts of semen. “Aww, fuck, this is so hot, kid, I’m gonna cum, just watching you!”

It never really registered in Brandon’s mind that Skip was going to cum in his mouth till he was doing it. The warm semen gushed out, coating his tongue, waking his taste buds as it flooded his mouth.  He heard himself moan with perverted pleasure as he swirled the stuff around the swollen cockhead and when there was too much, he instinctively swallowed, but he could still feel the stuff overflowing out the corners of his mouth. The incredibly intense climax slowly took its toll. He closed his eyes, only vaguely aware of eager mouths licking up the cum from his chest and stomach and then kissing it off his face.

“Damn, Dave, where did you find this stud?” one of them asked.

They took a few minutes to rest and catch their breath, and Brandon felt totally in his element, lying on the narrow bunk with a muscular fireman crowded on each side. When they were showered, they remade the bunks

“So, are you ready to become a fireman?” Skip asked Brandon as they were getting dressed.

“I don’t think I would have enough strength to go out on calls,” Brandon said.

They took him down the brass pole and outside to say goodbye to the others, then Dave walked him out to his truck.

“You were awesome,” he told him. “And that’s not just my opinion.”

“You guys were pretty awesome too,” Brandon said. “You made me do things I never dreamed I would ever do.”

“You wanted to do those things…it was in there, waiting to get out,” Dave said.

“Yeah, I think the poppers pretty much flushed it all out of me,” he said, laughing.

“I hope you come back,” Dave said.

“Fuck, yeah, any time the three of you are on duty,” Brandon said.

“We don’t all have to be here. Any one of us can take care of you.” 

“What about the others? What will they think if I just start showing up?”

“They join in sometimes, to get their cocks sucked, or maybe to fuck when their wives aren’t putting out for some reason, and now that you know you can handle that.”

“You’re going to tell the others that I got fucked.”

“We don’t keep secrets from each other. We’re too tight for that,” Dave said.

“But listen, you don’t have to get fucked every time. You lay the ground rules; the guys will respect that.”

“Man, I never thought I would ever be doing that stuff, but the poppers sent me over the edge.”

“No, dude,” Dave said with an arm on his shoulder.  “You went over the edge yourself; the poppers only gave you the courage to make the jump.”

Brandon pondered that all the way home. 

The Diary
Serving Detention

Had detention today.  Pouring down rain and I had to serve it over at the shop building.  Got soaked. My clothes squished when I sat down. Mr. Anderson gave me some of his old clothes to change into, except shorts. Jeans were too tight, practically cut me in two, and the shirt was too tight. Mr. Anderson said I could undo them or even take them off since it was just him and me. I took them off, but then got a hardon.  He wasn’t bothered by that.  Got a huge surprise when I went up to his desk to ask him something about the electrical manual I was studying….HE had a hardon too, sticking out!  Got another surprise when he took hold of MY cock, then took it in his mouth.  Guess Anderson is gay. He said he got hard from seeing me taking off my wet clothes.  Mr. Anderson is also an ass man; he rimmed me good.  Got another confession to make.  I let Mr. Anderson fuck me. It was great. I like being fucked. He got me off by jacking me while he fucked me.  I think I’m turning into a slut.  

Detention

Brandon stood at the exit watching the rain sheet down on the windowpanes in the door.  It was coming down in buckets. Of all times for his truck to be in the garage. He looked over at the busses loading under the canopy; everybody was keeping dry.  It was a twenty-yard dash to the industrial arts building; he was going to get soaked. Maybe he would just go get on the bus and skip detention. But that would probably just get him another detention. Fuck it.  A little rain wouldn’t hurt him.  He tucked his books inside his jacket, shoved the door open and made a hard dash down the sidewalk to the other building. He was soaked before he got half way there. He bounded through the door, water running down his face.  The wind blew the door shut behind him with a loud slam. Mr. Anderson appeared around the corner of the equipment cage.

“Brandon, what’re you doing out in this downpour?”

“I’ve got a detention. They said I had to serve it over here,” he said, swiping the water from his face.

“It could’ve waited till tomorrow.”

“I thought about it.  But I figured if you didn’t turn in a slip saying I was here, Mrs. Applegate would tack on another detention.”

“Well, she probably would have, but I could’ve pleaded your case,” Mr. Anderson said.

“Did you ever plead a case successfully to Mrs. Applegate?” Brandon scoffed.

“No,” the man said, laughing.  “Well, you’re here, let me get you a towel.”  He turned to go to his office.

Brandon followed him.  “A towel’s not going to do much good, I’m soaked to the skin,” he said.  “Even my notebook got soaked. I don’t remember when it’s rained this hard.” 

But Mr. Anderson was already in his office getting a towel out of his locker.  Brandon followed him in, and laid his notebook aside and shed his jacket.

“Yes, and it’s a cold rain, you shouldn’t be out in it,” Mr. Anderson said.

Brandon took the towel and wiped off his notebook then dried his hair.

Mr. Anderson took out a manual on electrical wiring. “Well, since you are here, this will be a good time to get the jump on the rest of the shop class,” he said, laying the book on the arm of a desk chair.  “We’ll start using this manual next week.”

When Brandon sat down his clothes made a squishing sound.

“Brandon, you shouldn’t be sitting here for an hour soaked to the skin, and you can’t leave, it’s still pouring down rain. You really should get out of those clothes,” Mr. Anderson said as he got up and went to his locker. “I’ve got a change of old clothes in my locker. They might be a tight fit, but it’s better than being wet and chilly.”

Brandon didn’t argue the point. He was soaked and he was getting chilly. “Thanks,” he said.  He took off his shoes and socks then stood up and peeled off his shirt.  Mr. Anderson handed him the towel back and he dried off his upper body. Then he undid his jeans and had to literally peel them off where they clung to his skin. He peeled his shorts down and was naked.  It should’ve been awkward, in front of Mr. Anderson, who wasn’t a coach, but it wasn’t.  He finished drying his body and slipped on the yellow T-shirt that the teacher gave him. Mr. Anderson was smaller and he was barely able to tug the shirt down over his muscular torso. The sleeves stretched tightly around his arms, and he pulled it down as far as he could but there was still a slab of a couple of inches of his stomach showing. 

“Sorry, I don’t have a change of shorts here,” Mr. Anderson said.

The jeans barely fit around the waist.  They were tight in the legs and Brandon’s bubble butt caused them to fit tight around the hips and he had to struggle to get them buttoned.  When he did, the fly pulled apart at each button and when he sat down there was a very prominent and very tight bulge in front. But at least he was dry.   

He opened the electrical manual and started to read, but the jeans cut into his crotch and the crack of his ass, and no matter how he squirmed around, he couldn’t get comfortable and he couldn’t concentrate.  Still, he didn’t want to blow the opportunity to get a head start on the rest of the class so he tried to ignore the discomfort and study.  He skimmed over a couple of parts that he didn’t fully understand, and finished the short chapter, then went back to read those parts again.

Finally, he cleared his throat and said, “Mr. Anderson.”

“Yes, Brandon.”

“I get most of this first chapter, except this one part.  I’ve read the caption under the diagram, but it doesn’t seem to agree with how they explained how they actually wired the box.”

“Bring it up here,” Mr. Anderson said.

Brandon stood up and pulled the T-shirt down but it left a strip of his stomach exposed. He tugged the jeans down to keep them from binding but they wouldn’t give. He walked up and stood beside Mr. Anderson and laid the manual in front of him.  “Here’s what it says, but right here……”  He pointed to the diagram.  “Am I missing something.”

“Yes, you are. It is confusing, though.”  He explained the diagram in great detail, using his pen as a pointer to follow the path of the wiring.  “Does that explain it?” he asked, looking up at Brandon. 

“Yeah, thanks.”

Mr. Anderson looked Brandon up and down. “I’m really sorry I don’t have any clothes to fit you,” he said.

“I’m okay.”

“You’re busting out of that T-shirt.”

“Actually it’s the jeans that are cutting me in two,” Brandon said.

“Well, when the rain stops we’ll consider your detention served, and you can go on home.”

“Doesn’t look like it’s going to stop any time soon.” He tugged down on the jeans as he walked back to his desk chair.  He sat back down, trying to wriggle into a comfortable position, and went back to reading.

After a few minutes, Mr. Anderson said, “Brandon, why don’t you undo the buttons so you can be more comfortable. And take off the T-shirt if you want to. It’s just you and me.”

“I’m okay,” Brandon said.  He would’ve stripped in a flash, but he was afraid he would get a hardon, cause being naked usually did that to him, and he didn’t want that to happen in front of Mr. Anderson.

When Brandon didn’t move, Mr. Anderson got up and left his office.  Brandon heard the door bolt sliding shut, and heard the man’s boots coming back. When he came back in his office he walked up to Brandon’s desk and motioned for him to stand up.  Brandon looked at him, bewildered.  When he stood, Mr. Anderson took hold of his T-shirt and pulled it up.  Brandon lifted his arms for him to take it off of him, then took it from him. Then Mr. Anderson reached down and began unbuttoning the jeans.

“It’s ridiculous for you to be so uncomfortable, with my jeans cutting you in half,” he said.

Brandon was stunned to see the man unbuttoning the jeans, and feel his hands against his bare skin down inside the waistband. 

“There. Leave ‘em open, or take them off if you want. I locked the door,” he said. Then he went back to his desk.

Brandon was a lot more comfortable, especially without the tight T-shirt, but he could feel right away that his cock was going to cause him trouble. He splayed his legs out and reached down inside the jeans to move things into a more comfortable position, then brought his thighs together again.  He glanced up to see Mr. Anderson looking at him.  Their eyes met for a split second and Mr. Anderson smiled as Brandon withdrew his hand.

Brandon’s cock started coming alive.  It was laying in a position that when it started to grow, it started to grow right down his right thigh, but the jeans were too tight and there wasn’t room for expansion. He reached inside again to rearrange things but to no avail. The jeans were so tight they hurt his expanding cock.  Finally, he stood up and shoved the jeans down.

“You said I could take these off,” he muttered.  He had to wriggle out of them and practically peel them off his thick thighs.  He folded them and laid them on the next desk and sat down naked.  He put one hand down between his legs to press his cock down, as it was fluffing up. Soon it got hard as hell, and it was all he could do to keep from wrapping his fist around it and jacking it a little.

“Hell, let it go free, there’s no use trying to fight it,” Mr. Anderson said in a low tone.  

Brandon glanced up at the man and moved his hand and his cock sprung up at a sharp angle, throbbing and quivering violently.

“It does this when I get naked,” Brandon said, embarrassed.

“That must make for some interesting times in the locker room,” Mr. Anderson said, laughing.

“I’m not getting much studying done here,” Brandon said.

“Yes, I can see how it would be hard to concentrate with that distraction,” the teacher said with a tight smile.

But Brandon tried. He read the second chapter all the way through three times, till he was stuck on only one point. He wanted to go up and ask Mr. Anderson to explain it to him, but he couldn’t walk up to his desk with his cock sticking out like a club. Twice when he glanced up at the desk, Mr. Anderson saw him.

“Do you have another question, Brandon?”

“Yes, sir, I do, but…well, I can’t come up there like this.”

Mr. Anderson laughed softly.  “No need to be embarrassed, Brandon, I’ve got one of those myself. Not as big as that.”

“Yeah, but is yours hard?” Brandon blurted out. He was immediately embarrassed for saying it.

“Bring your question up to me,” Mr. Anderson said with a wave of his hand.

Brandon stood up. His cock stood up too, at a sharp angle from his loins, almost straight up, quivering and throbbing.  Fuck, there was even precum oozing out!  He instinctively, quickly made a swipe with his fingers and wiped the slick juice on the side of his butt. His cock swung back and forth like a battering ram as he walked up to the desk. He walked around beside the teacher but stood a little farther away from him than before. His cock kept on throbbing, sticking out over the desk, and he dropped his right arm to sort of hide it. He voiced his question and tried to concentrate on Mr. Anderson’s explanation, but he wasn’t grasping any of it.  He was just too excited and embarrassed.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Anderson, this just isn’t working. I’m not used to being naked in front of a teacher, except the coach, especially in this condition. If it’s all right with you, I think I’ll put my wet clothes back on and head on home. It won’t matter if I get wetter.”

Mr. Anderson closed the manual and shoved it aside. “Brandon, can I trust you?” he asked, looking around at him.

“Trust me with what?” he asked with a confused look.

“With a secret?”

“Sure, I guess so. What secret?”

“Well, you asked me if mine was hard…….”  He pushed his chair back from the desk.  “This secret,” he said.

Brandon stood gaping down at the teacher’s cock sticking up out of his opened jeans. “Geezuss, Mr. Anderson!”

“It’s been this way since you stripped off your wet clothes. The rest of my secret is this.”  He reached out and took hold of Brandon’s cock.

“Geezz, Mr. Anderson, I had no idea,” Brandon said.

“You’ve got a beautiful cock to go with that gorgeous body,” the man said as he slowly stroked Brandon’s big cock.  “Have you done anything like this before, with another man?”

“Yes,” he replied in a croaking voice.

“Good, then you’re not totally taken by surprise.”

“Well, I am surprised, or I was, but not now that I know what you’re gonna do.”

“Do you like having your cock sucked?”

“Oh, yess!”

“Move around here, in front of me,” Mr. Anderson said as he rolled his chair back from the desk. 

Brandon stepped in front of him, facing him, but the teacher took him by the hips and turned him around.

“Bend over the desk.”

Brandon bent over and Mr. Anderson urged his feet wide apart. Then he felt the man’s hot breath on his butt, then his tongue lapping along the inside of his butt.

“Damn, this is a fine ass,” the teacher murmured.  “You don’t know how I’ve drooled over your butt.”

“I wish I’d known,” Brandon said.

“Well, now you do.  So I hope this isn’t the only time.”

“It won’t be if you don’t want it to be,” Brandon said.  “Ohhhh…Ohhh, Mr. Anderson, sir, that feels so good!”  He was pulling his hole open, flicking his tongue all around it. “AAAwwhhh! Godd!” he cried out when Mr. Anderson’s tongue forced up inside him.  “Ohhhhh…ohhh, that feels good!” 

“Do you fuck?” the older man asked.

Brandon didn’t know if he was asking if he liked to fuck, or be fucked and he didn’t answer him at first.  He thought of the firemen. He didn’t know if he wanted to do that again. A tiny, secret part of him did but he didn’t want to admit it.  Finally he answered, simply, “Yeah.”  Mr. Anderson could take it either way.

He thought he knew which way he was taking it when Mr. Anderson began fingering his ass.  “No, I meant…..”  But then he moaned loudly again when he felt the man’s fingers touch and massage his prostate.

“I think I found your love nut,” he said.

“You sure…f-found…something!” Brandon exclaimed. Within minutes, he was unable to stand still. 

“What were you about to say?” Mr. Anderson asked.

“N-nothing…I’m fine with this…what you’re doing,” he stammered. He was shoving back against Mr. Anderson’s hand and twisting his hips around, grinding his ass around his probing finger; and moaning. “You can fuck me, Mr. Anderson!” he blurted out.

His own voice startled him. He had not intended to say it.  He was thinking it more and more, but he hadn’t intended to let the words come out of his mouth.

“Oh, Godd, are you serious?” Mr. Anderson gasped hoarsely.

Brandon didn’t say he was or wasn’t. It was already said and he couldn’t take it back so he guessed he must be serious. He stayed bent over the desk, enjoying the teacher’s probing fingers. He heard Mr. Anderson’s chair being shoved back as he stood up.

“I can’t believe you’re letting me do this,” he said.

Brandon heard a zipper, then Mr. Anderson spitting, and he felt the warm spit drool into the crack of his ass. Mr. Anderson worked it inside him then he heard him spit again and Brandon knew he was lubing up his cock.  He wanted to look around to see the teacher’s cock—he didn’t know how big or small he was—but he didn’t. He would just find out.  He felt the heat of the man’s cock against his hole, then the pressure.  Mr. Anderson clasped his hands around Brandon’s hips and shoved, hard.  He penetrated him with that one shove.

“Oohhh!” Brandon gasped, tossing his head back. The man was thick, that much he knew for certain, now.  He dropped his head in agony and gripped the edge of the desk till his knuckles were white.

“Have you done this before?” Mr. Anderson asked.

“Only once,” Brandon muttered.

“I wish I could’ve been your first,” he said as he shoved deeper, all the way in.

“It feels like you are!” Brandon groaned.

“Ohh, this is so sweet,” Mr. Anderson moaned as he began fucking him.

Yeah, it sure was, Brandon thought; really sweet. He didn’t like the fact that he liked being fucked, but there was no denying the truth of it. He liked the physical action. He had tried to forget the time with the firemen and get back on the straight track, but every time he thought he had it buried something like this came up, or he might simply see a firefighter and it all came back. He had managed to squelch the nagging thoughts of going back to the fire station, but now, with what Mr. Anderson was doing to him, it was raising its ugly head again.

He humped back and forth, meeting the shop teacher’s thrusts, and when he shoved back he squirmed and twisted his butt around; he liked how the man’s cock lobbed around inside him.

“Ahh, you like it that way,” Mr. Anderson said as he pressed his loins against the teenager’s hard butt and twisted his own hips around in wide circles.

“Ohhhhh…Awwwhh, Yeah, man, I love it when you cork-screw your cock in me like that.”

Mr. Anderson fucked him hard, and Brandon found himself thinking ahead, sort of day dreaming of how and when they might do this again.  The man had a nice, thick cock, and he knew how to use it.

“Your other time, was it with a teacher?” Mr. Anderson asked.

“No. I wouldn’t tell if it was,” Brandon said.

“That’s good.  Then I can trust you.”

“Hell, yeah, you can trust me. You think I’m going to go around blabbing that I got my ass fucked?”

“I want to come in you,” Mr. Anderson said.

“Yeah…okay….”  Brandon reached down for his own cock. He wanted to try to get off with him.

“Here, I’ll do that for you,” Mr. Anderson said, brushing Brandon’s hand aside to reach for his cock himself.  “Damn, that’s a real handful. I thought when I asked if you like to fuck, you would say you wanted to fuck me.”

“I do,” Brandon said. “But you got me so hot with your tongue, and then your fingers in my ass I just blurted it out that I wanted you to fuck me. I didn’t intend to say it, really. It just came out.”

“Do you want me to stop?”

“No! Fuck, no! I want you to get us both off.”

“Let’s see if we can do that. You let me know when you’re getting close and I’ll tell you when I’m getting close.”

Sweat poured off of Mr. Anderson’s face and dripped on the boy’s butt, while Brandon dripped sweat on the desk.  The rain sheeted fiercely against the windows and there was thunder and every once in a while a bright streak of lightning.  Brandon thought, what if there was somebody out there in the rain, they could see right in. He thought it but the intense pleasure he was feeling made him not give a fuck. He was distracted, but suddenly he felt a hot sensation inside him, spreading through his insides like liquid heat.

“Ohhhh…Ohhhh, fuck!…Awww, Mr. Anderson, I can feel it! I can feel your cum shooting inside me! Awwww, Godd, it feels so good!”

Mr. Anderson jacked the boy’s cock harder and reached around his other hip with his other hand to grab his balls and squeeze them.

“Oh, Geezuss!  I’m cumming!” Brandon announced in a softly whispered gasp.  “Oh, Godd…Ohhh…Ohhhh, fuck me!  Fuck me harder, Mr. Anderson. I’m gonna cum!”

He let it fly under the desk, and he could hear it hitting the inside of the modesty shield at the front of the desk. He slammed his butt back hard onto the man’s belching cock and fucked himself crazy. It was so intense, the blood pounded in his head so hard it hurt.  His prostate ached from being brutalized so incessantly.  He didn’t realize it but he had clamped his mouth over his forearm to keep from screaming. He realized it only when it hurt, and he looked down to see if he had drawn blood.

Suddenly the rain stopped, as if someone had turned off the faucet, and all was quiet outside. Inside could be heard the two sweaty males heavy, ragged breathing.

“My Godd!” Mr. Anderson said, finally.

“Yeah,” Brandon agreed, weakly.

“I’ve never had sex that good,” the man said

Brandon didn’t say anything. What did he want him to say, that it was the best he’d ever had too? He couldn’t say that, and he was surprised to hear Mr. Anderson say it because he was married. Brandon hadn’t really made comparisons and he would be hard pressed to make one now. But way in the back of his head, it was the firemen that stood out right at that moment.

Brandon squeezed his asshole tightly as the thick cock was pulled out, but he knew his hole didn’t close up.  He felt cum draining out and running down the inside of his thigh.  “You got a shop rag?” he asked as he straightened up, standing with his legs apart.

Mr. Anderson grabbed a handful of shop rags out of a drawer and handed Brandon one and stuffed the other one into the crack of his ass to stop the flow of cum draining out. Then he knelt down to wipe the cum off the boy’s leg.

“I got it all over the inside of the front of your desk,” Brandon said as he was wiping his cock off.

“Don’t worry about it. It’ll dry.”

“You don’t want me to clean it off?” he asked.

“No, I like the idea of it being there.”

“It might eat the paint off,” Brandon said.

“Nobody will see except me.”

Brandon got dressed, cringing as he struggled to pull on his soaked clothes.

“Sorry I don’t have anything that will fit you better,” Mr. Anderson said.
“That’s okay. Thanks anyway. But I couldn’t go out wearing your jeans and shirt.”

“Not without being arrested for indecency,” Mr. Anderson joked.

Brandon picked up his books and tugged the wet clothes away from his skin as he moved toward the door.  “Well…thanks…it was great,” he said.

“I would like to do this again,” the man said. “And have you fuck me next time,” he added.

“Yeah, next time we have the chance,” Brandon said.

“I can stay late any day you want.”

“Okay. Thanks.”

Brandon left—Mr. Anderson walked him to the door and let him out—and headed for home. He would be glad to get out of the wet clothes and under a warm shower.  His mind was amuck with thoughts of what he’d just done.  It hadn’t started out that way in his mind; the getting fucked part.  When he realized that Mr. Anderson was hinting about sex, he figured he would get a good blowjob, or if he was lucky, maybe the guy liked being fucked. 

“I’m turning into a slut,” he murmured. But his body argued with him. It told him he was just a highly-sexed teenage guy who liked his sex in any form, any way and any place he could get it. His still-tingling ass agreed.  He would hang his hat on that.

The Diary
Year End Prank:

Can’t believe I did this.  It’s a tradition that somebody in the senior class comes up with a really wild prank at the end of the year, as a way of leaving our mark.  I was picked this year.  Some guys put their heads together and came up with the idea of me going to English class in just my jockstrap.  I said no way, it could get me kicked out of school and cost me my diploma.  So they changed it to me just walking down the hallway wearing my jock.  I said I could get by with that, it wouldn’t be so in your face. So between classes I stripped down to my jockstrap and one of the guys took my clothes and we were to meet in the boys’ rest room.  It went off great; a lot of kids saw me, but my jock stroll lasted a little too long and covered too much territory and I got turned in by one of the teachers who also saw me. I slipped in the rest room and got dressed and went to class. I barely got set down when I was handed a pass to go to the principal’s office.

This is the weird part.  I get to Mr. Alberts’ office and he says he missed my little escapade and wants me to demonstrate it for him. He tells me to strip down to my jockstrap!  Implies I’d better do it in order to graduate. So I did.  He makes me parade around his office, then tells me to take off the jockstrap; then says no, he’ll take it off for me.  I don’t know what exactly is going on, but I do as he says because I figure my diploma is at stake.  Next thing I know, the principal is going down on me! He was good; as good as the guy at the mall.  He said he’d never done it before, but he was just too good for me to believe that, and he even took my load. He went a little nutso over my load.  Despite my little prank, I am going to graduate….guaranteed.  

Year-End Prank

“Hey, we’ve got to do something to mark the end of our high school career,” one of the guys said as they were dressing after gym class.

There were suggestions galore, all of which got laughed off or ignored as impossible.

“I say Brandon goes to English class on the last day in his jockstrap,” someone said. 

There were whoops of approval and laughter, and it was dismissed as unlikely as all the other suggestions. Or so everyone thought. It was brought up the next day and the next, and soon everyone was riding him about it, as if the suggestion had suddenly been carved in stone and had become an obligation. Brandon continued to protest and laugh and shrug it off but the guys didn’t let up, and soon, it had become almost a matter of honor, not just for Brandon himself, but for the male seniors. As much as he was tempted, he was afraid that such a stunt would get him kicked out of school, even on the last day, and he probably wouldn’t graduate.

“Okay, let’s tone it down,” Johnnie Ellis said one day when they were on him about it again. “He’s not gonna do it and we shouldn’t be goading him into doing something that’d probably get him expelled just before graduation. So, how about this; instead of going to class -- hell, you would probably have Ms. Meyerson climbing your bones right on her desk -- let’s say he just walks down the hallway in his jockstrap.”

Brandon looked all around the locker room.  “Hello! Anybody happen to know that I’m present?” he blurted.  “And that ain’t gonna get me expelled?”

Ignoring him, there were cheers of approval and encouragement for the idea, and in that moment of euphoria, Brandon foolishly said he would do it; the very next day; Thursday. He wanted to wait and do it on Friday but they goaded him into doing it on Thursday so there would be a day for the whole school to talk about it. Okay, he agreed, but he wasn’t going to go for a stroll up and down the hallways on all three floors of the school.

On Thursday, Brandon and Johnnie and Carlos sneaked out of PE class early and went up to the boys’ restroom on the third floor. The planned route was out of the restroom and down the hallway to the stairs at the other end of the hall, go down to the second floor and go the length of the hallway to the stairs leading to the first floor, and from there go to the restroom at the opposite end of the hall where Carlos would be waiting with Brandon’s clothes.  Traversing the full length of all three hallways would guarantee maximum exposure for their prank, as well as Brandon’s muscular jock body.

“You got the route in your head?” Johnnie asked him.

“Yeah.”

“Okay, give me your clothes,” Carlos told Brandon.

“Shit, guys, I don’t know about this,” Brandon said as he was already pulling his T-shirt off.

“Come on, there’ll be so many students in the hallway when the bell rings, no teacher will be able to get close enough to see you,” Carlos assured him.

“You’d better be right,” Brandon said. He stripped down to his jockstrap and gym socks, handing all his clothes to Carlos.  “Your ass better be waiting in the other restroom with my clothes,” he warned Carlos.

“I’ll be there, in the second-floor restroom,” Carlos promised.

“You said first floor!” Brandon said loudly.

“Sorry. First Floor,” said Carlos, laughing.

“If you’re not there…..,” Brandon threatened.

“I’ll be there,” Carlos assured him. With that, Carlos left, with Brandon’s clothes rolled up under his arm to go to the first floor restroom. “Damn, I wish I could see this,” he muttered.

Brandon stood with Johnnie at the door, waiting for the bell to ring. He glanced down at himself. He tugged on the front of his jock but it fell back under his weight. He straightened the straps around his butt and brushed his hand over the front of his jock again. 

“You keep playing with it, you’re gonna walk out of here with a hardon,” Johnnie chided him.

Suddenly the bell sounded, causing them both to jump.

“Ready?” Johnnie asked, excitedly.

“Fuck, I don’t believe I’m doing this,” Brandon muttered under his breath as he gathered his courage to exit the rest room.

“Okay, Go! You’ve only got three minutes to show your stuff,” Johnnie told him.

With a quick, deep breath, Brandon walked out of the restroom, wearing nothing but his gym socks and his old, ragged jockstrap.  He thought he should’ve at least borrowed a newer jock from someone.  His was the one he’d started his freshman year with and it was so old and dingy and tattered with tiny tears and pick holes; the pouch was barely held to the waistband with the torn threads.

“Oh, My Godd!” a girl shrieked, cowering back against the lockers with her hands over her eyes. But she brought her hands down to look at the big, muscular jock sauntering past her down the hallway.

There were shrieks and cries and whoops and hollers and laughter as he walked down the hall, his tight abs rippling and his hard butt muscles flexing and churning within the frame of the straps of his jock. Several girls reached out to touch his body; one even groped for his jock.

“Fuck, man, he’s got balls!” a guy remarked.

“Yeah, and they’re about to fall out of his jockstrap,” another said.

Two girls he approached dropped their books and cried out in shock with their hands pretending to cover their faces, but they were looking too. He headed up the stairs.  He couldn’t deny the euphoria of the moment, being all but naked in the hallways, with kids ogling his body.  He had never been bothered by modesty, but it was the first time he’d felt himself an exhibitionist.

He skipped down the stairs to the second floor; Johnnie was a few paces ahead of him.  As Brandon rounded the bottom of the stairs Johnnie reared back with a loud gasp.

“Oh, shit!  Here comes Mr. Benning! Quick, duck into the restroom!”

Brandon rushed to the door that Johnnie held open for him.

“What if he comes in here?”

“Get in one of the stalls,” Johnnie told him.

Brandon went into the last stall to wait while Johnnie peered out a crack in the door.  “Okay, he went on past.”

They resumed the parade route, down the hall towards the stairs that would take him to the first floor.  The trip was uneventful so far as teachers were concerned, but there were students lining both sides of the hallway, laughing and applauding and cheering him on. 

One more floor, he was thinking as he started down the stairs. At the landing he encountered Mr. Acar, the math teacher, coming up the stairs.  Brandon froze for a second, while Mr. Acar stopped dead in his tracks, gaping at him, his face pale. Seeing the man’s look of shock, Brandon recovered and without a blink, sauntered on past him with a little wave and a smile. What else could he do? There was no place to hide.   He glanced back to see Mr. Acar leaning for support against the stair railing looking like he might be having a heart attack.

He walked swiftly along the first floor hallway toward the safety of the restroom at the other end. Despite the attention and the euphoria, the novelty was wearing off, he was getting scared. At the restroom, he grabbed the doorknob but the door wouldn’t open. It was locked! Damn those guys!  He tried again, then pounded on the door.

“Open this fuckin’ door, Carlos!” he bellowed.

Carlos opened the door and ushered him inside.

“I didn’t know the door was locked,” he said.

“Didn’t know, your ass,” Brandon growled.  “It didn’t just lock itself, you have to turn the lock, prick.”

Carlos couldn’t help himself. He doubled over in laughter.

Now Brandon was worried.  Mr. Acar had seen him, and other teachers from their classrooms for all he knew, and he would surely be reported to the principal and it would no doubt go to the school board from there. He quickly donned his clothes and gathered his courage once more to go back out in the hallway.  There was a roar of cheers and applause to greet him.  He smiled and laughed and waved, but deep down, he figured he was fucked. He wouldn’t be allowed to graduate.

Sure enough, he’d barely taken his seat in English class after the bell rang when the door to Ms. Meyerson’s room opened and the office girl came up to her desk and handed her a pass. She read it then focused on Brandon.

“Mr. Hall, you are to report to the principal’s office,” she said, looking over her glasses at him.

He closed his book and stood up, shoving his chair back. He walked down the hall with the office girl.

“You wouldn’t happen to know what this is about, would you?” he asked.

“Do I really have to tell you?” she said with a wide smile

“Is he mad?” he asked.

“He didn’t seem to be,” she said.

“I’m not gonna graduate,” he mumbled. And how was he going to tell his Dad?

He tapped on the door. “Come in.” He opened it and went inside. Mr. Alberts, the principal, was standing, leaned over his desk with his fingers spread across the blotter. Brandon took a stance opposite him and waited. The man walked around his desk, around behind Brandon, and closed the door, and Brandon thought he heard the lock click.

“Would you care to explain your actions of the last few minutes, Mr. Hall?” he said as he came back around his desk.

“It was just a prank, Sir,” he said. “The guys goaded me into it. I know I shouldn’t have done it, and I’m sorry.”

“No, you’re not,” he said. “You might be sorry you got caught by Mr. Acar, but you’re not sorry you’ve attained celebrity status, now are you?”

“I didn’t know I had attained any kind of status,” he said.

“Come now, don’t tell me you aren’t aware of your stud status in this school,” he said.

“Stud…status….? No, Sir, nobody ever told me that,” he said with a look of profound innocence. He was suddenly aware of the man’s eyes raking over him and it instantly made him think of the man at the mall. It was that kind of look.

“What am I going to do with you?” Mr. Alberts said.

“I don’t know, Sir. I just hope I get to graduate,” he said.

“Yes, it would be a shame if you missed your graduation, but whose fault would that be?” he said.

“My own. Nobody else’s, sir,” he replied.

“Not even your friends for goading you into it?” the principal asked.

“No, Sir, it wouldn’t be their fault. I didn’t have to do it, and they couldn’t have forced me to do it,” he said.

“It’s just too bad I missed it,” said Mr. Alberts.

Brandon blinked, suddenly struck dumb with surprise at the man’s remark  “Missed it?”

“From all accounts, your little prank was a grand success. It will no doubt go down in the history of pranks here at the school.”

“Well, I…I d-don’t know if I would be so proud of that, Sir,” Brandon stammered.

“Show me,” he said.

Brandon blinked again, this time with a confused scowl. “S-show you?”

“Yes. Show me what I missed. When people talk of this, and they will, I should know what they’re talking about.”

“Show you?  Y-you m-mean…right here…now…what I did…..?”

“Yes.”

“You want me to take my clothes off,” he said, still in disbelief.

“Down to whatever you had on when you went strutting down the hallway causing such a ruckus in my school. I believe it was your jockstrap.”

Brandon couldn’t move. He could barely breath. The principal, Mr. Alberts, was telling him to take his clothes off, right there in his office.

“I don’t…think…I s-should be doing this,” Brand said as he looked around at the door.

“The door is locked,” the man said.

“Yeah, I….b-but I don’t think……”

“Let’s just say it might go a long way in deciding your punishment,” Mr. Alberts said. “After seeing for myself, I may decide the whole thing has been blown out of proportion.”

“Yes, Sir,” Brandon said as he began tugging his T-shirt out of his jeans. He pulled it off over his head and found Mr. Alberts’ hand out to take it from him. He stepped out of his sneakers as he unbuttoned his jeans. He glanced aside as he shoved them down off his hips. All he had on under his jeans was the jockstrap he’d worn in the hallway and when he took them off, there he stood, in his jock and his socks.

“My Godd, son, how long have you had that jockstrap?” Mr. Alberts asked.

“I started my freshman year with it,” Brandon replied.

“It’s a good thing you’re graduating. It’s barely hanging together.”

“Yes, Sir. I just didn’t want to replace it. Sort of like an old pair of jeans, you get comfortable in it.”

“Yes, I can see why you wouldn’t want to part with it,” the man said, and Brandon thought he heard him swallow.

“Walk around,” he said.

“Around…your office?” Brandon asked.

“Yes, like you walked down the hallway. Just a few turns around my office, so I get the full impact of your little prank.”

He felt dumb as hell, but he took a few steps toward the window and turned and walked back across the room, then went back to stand in front of the desk. He was well aware of the way the pouch of his jockstrap shifted and bounced when he walked. He made a couple of turns around the desk and Mr. Alberts, then stood in his original spot.

“That’s a mighty fine ass,” Mr. Alberts said.

Now it was Brandon’s turn to gulp. “Y-yes, sir, if…if you say so,” he stammered.

Mr. Alberts came out from behind his desk then and walked around him, as if he were inspecting him.

“Nice everything. But especially a nice butt,” he said. “Bet the girls really go for that.”

Brandon jumped at the feel of the man’s hand on his butt. Fuck, what was he doing? Was he, the principal, coming on to him, right there in his office? He jumped again when Mr. Alberts flipped the strap of his jock that went around his butt.

“Take it off.”

“Huh?” he asked, looking over his shoulder.

“Take off the jockstrap.”

“Yes, sir.” He hooked his thumbs in the waistband to pull it down but suddenly Mr. Alberts stopped him.

“No. Wait. I’ll do it for you,” the man said.

Brandon was totally shocked now, fearful of where things were headed. He half turned to face the man, with a questioning look.

“Yes…I’ll take it off of you,” Mr. Alberts said, his voice now deep and husky.

Brandon watched in shocked awe as his principal went to his knees in front of him, his fingers crooked in the waistband of his jockstrap to pull it down.

“You don’t know, young man, how long I’ve wanted to do this,” the man said, his voice in a drone, as if he were allowing himself to drift off in a dream. “Mr. Kelly has no idea how much I hate him for being in the position he’s in as your coach, seeing you like this every day, when all I’ve had are my dreams. You’re beautiful, you know that?” he said, looking up at him with a worshipful look as he slowly pulled the worn, ragged garment down Brandon’s muscular thighs.  “My Godd, how much is there?” he murmured as more and more of the athlete’s big cock came into view and still it was not freed.

“A lot,” Brandon said huskily. Suddenly his cock sprung free and hit Mr. Alberts in the face. He pulled the jock all the way down and Brandon stepped out of it. He handed it to him and Brandon laid it on the corner of his desk.

“Yes, I can see,” he whispered as he gazed at the giant cock.  “How did you get it so big?”

“It just…grew…I guess.”

He clasped his hands around Brandon’s muscular thighs. “Godd, you have such a wonderful body.”

“Thanks.”

“Don’t thank me. This is my thanks, being on my knees to worship your magnificent muscles. You have no idea—none of you young jocks do—what effect you have on other people.”

“I think I do…I’m getting the idea,” Brandon said.

“You have no idea, do you, that half the female teachers in this school want you to fuck them.”

Brandon did a double take at the word “fuck” coming out Mr. Alberts’ mouth.

Mr. Alberts smiled at his surprised look.  “You don’t think I know all the words?  You kids think you invented them?”

“No, sir, I was just surprised to hear you say it.”  He looked away as the man’s hand encircled his thick cock. He could feel it but he somehow thought he should not be seeing it.

“You know what I want to do,” Mr. Alberts said.

“I think I do,” Brandon said.

“Tell me. Tell me what you think I want to do.”

“I think you want to suck me.”

“Ohh, Godd, Yesss! Say it. Tell me.  Tell me to do it,” he gushed. “Make me do it.”

“Suck my cock,” Brandon said, suddenly getting turned on by the power rush, having this man of authority on his knees, practically worshipping him.

“Oh, Yesss! Yess, I’ll suck your cock, you big stud. How could I not? Even if I didn’t want to, you could force me, and I would have to do it.”  He looked up at Brandon. “I checked your records, you know, to see when you would turn eighteen, and I’ve been waiting… counting the days.”

“Well, I’m eighteen now,” Brandon said.

“Yes. And things happened just perfectly; your little sexy prank that brought you to my door.”

“I’m eighteen and I’m here, but you’re not sucking my cock,” Brandon said.

“Yes…Yes, I’ll do it, right now.”

“You know when you start, you have to finish me off,” Brandon said. “That means no stopping when I come. You gotta take my load in your mouth and I want you to swallow it.”

“Ohh, Goddd, Yesssss! Anything you say.  Please, I want your load. We can’t take long, so don’t try to hold it back from me. Give it to me as quickly as you can.”

“Just get on my cock, dammit, and I’ll give you more come than you can handle,” Brandon growled as he grabbed the man’s head and forced him on his cock. He watched now.  Watched his high school principal on his knees with his mouth wrapped around his thick cock, slurping and choking and groaning with pleasure as Brandon pumped his cock in and out of his hungry mouth. He choked him and he had to back off.

“Godd, I love it,” he whispered as he fisted the slick meat. “Such a huge, beautiful piece of manhood.  I love it.”

“Show me,” Brandon said. “Show me how much you love my cock. If you love it so much, you should be sucking it.”  He pulled the man’s head forward again.

It was barely ten minutes by the clock on the wall before Brandon’s legs started shaking, his hips lurched, and he unloaded in the principal’s mouth. The man choked and groaned louder, his eyes wide with surprise as his mouth was quickly filled with thick, hot boy-semen.

“Don’t lose any of it,” Brandon warned as he pumped his load into the live mouth of authority. He held Mr. Alberts’ head in a tight grip till he had spurted the last of his come into his mouth.  “Don’t forget you gotta swallow it,” he told him as he let go of his hair. The man didn’t need to be reminded. He was reluctant to get off the thick boy cock. He sucked and slurped every last trace of semen off of it before he finally pulled his mouth off and reared back to gaze at it.

“My Godd, you come like a stallion,” he said.

“Yeah, I should’ve warned you,” Brandon said. When the man tried to get up, he helped him and steadied him on his feet. Then he reached for his jockstrap but Mr. Alberts grabbed his wrist.

“I’ll keep it,” he said.

“No. I’ve had it since my freshman year. I wanta keep it,” Brandon said.

“Which is more important to you, your jockstrap or your diploma?”

Brandon drew his hand back. He wanted to keep the jockstrap; he had a sentimental attachment to it, but he didn’t make an issue of it. Instead, he took his jeans when the man handed them to him.

“Have you ever done this with any of the other guys?” he asked as he pulled his jeans on.

“No. I’ve never done anything like this before, period.”

“Wow!” Brandon said, blinking with surprise.

“I knew it had to be with someone special. A young God, like yourself. Deep down I knew—I prayed—it would be you. My prayers have been answered.”

“So have mine. It was great.” It wouldn’t do any harm, he thought, to let the man know that he liked it.

“I’m glad I made it good for you. Have you ever done this before with anyone?”

“Yes.” But he quickly caught himself. “Well, no, not really.”  He sensed that the man wanted to be his first; that he wanted him to be a virgin. “A man at the mall tried to come on to me but it never happened. This was my first time, too.”

“Wonderful. You’ve just made it even more perfect, offering yourself as a virgin.”

“Well, I didn’t exactly offer, did I? I mean I did, but I was hoping it would help me graduate. Am I going to graduate?”

“Don’t worry, you will graduate,” Mr. Alberts assured him. “You would graduate with honors if it were within my power to bestow an honor for cocksmanship.”

Brandon laughed. “Yeah, that would really go over good if you announced that.” 

The Diary
At The Lake

Had a great time at the lake today.  Saw and talked to Roger. They still want me to become a lifeguard. Wore my boardies, but new Speedo under it; white bikini style with blue stripes down the sides and a zipper in front.  Got some attention with it. Swam out to the dock. Good looking dude there. Also some skinny guy with his girl, he got jealous and they left. I think his chick wanted me. Also two young kids about twelve years old. They laughed about the skinny guy and said I could’ve fucked his girl right there on the dock. We all wondered how such a skinny nerd got a babe like her.  The young boys came right on to me, one of them came right out and wanted to blow me.  I told them they were too young to be doing shit like that with older guys, stick to each other.  They said they wanted guys built like me. I still didn’t let them blow me. They might have raped me but their Mom waved for them to come back in. When they left the other guy, Cory, started coming on to me. I tell you, sex is everywhere.  The dock wasn’t all that far out but he had a way.  He told me to slip off the dock into the water.  He got under the dock and pulled my suit off and sucked my cock.  Blew a HUGE load and fed the fish and Cory. He wanted me to fuck him but I didn’t want to on the dock. He said we could use one of the cabanas but I didn’t go for that either.

Another guy swam out to the dock right in the middle of the blow job. I wasn’t hiding it to well and I told him that’s what was going on.  He slipped in the water and Cory was sucking him when I left. Went back in and talked to Roger, told him about the guy, Cory, blowing me under the dock. He said Cory was at a party for lifeguards one time and he sucked everybody there.  He also knew the young kids, Randy and Mitch, said they needed to be kept on a short leash.  

At The Lake

The gentle summer breeze blowing across the water made the lake look like a sea of shining diamonds.  It was a weekday so the beach wasn’t crowded. Brandon liked being able to go on a weekday.

He put his wallet in the console then took his keys off the key ring.  He got out and tucked them into the zipper pouch of his swimsuit that he wore under his boardies. Then he grabbed his towel and a bottle of water and headed down to the beach.

“Hey, Roger,” he spoke to the lifeguard as he passed the perch.

“Stud.” The lifeguard greeted him back. The two had gone to school together, but Roger was two years older .

“Any chicks of note here today?” Brandon asked.

“More old hens than chicks,” Roger said. “Nothing to get a hardon over.”

“Don’t take much for me,” Brandon said.

Roger laughed. “That the reason you wear boardies?”

Brandon laughed with him.

“You think any more about becoming a lifeguard?” Roger asked. “Man, you look like a lifeguard. You would have to lose the boardies, though.”

“I don’t swim in it anyway. I’ve got another suit on under ‘em.”

“Well, if you ever decide you want a job here, I can get you an interview. Wouldn’t take much. Just your name, then drop the boardies. You’d get the job.”

“Wouldn’t they wanta know if I could even swim?” Brandon asked.

“Oh yeah, but part of it is how well you fill out a Speedo,” Roger said.

Brandon waved him off and walked on down the beach. Several yards from the shoreline he spread out his towel, then unzipped his boardies, and let them drop.  He stepped out of them and tossed them on the towel, standing in a white bikini brief suit with blue stripes down the sides, and a blue accented zipper in the pouch. Two more stripes of blue drew out from the crotch, around the front, accenting his bulge.

“Oh, my Godd,” someone whispered behind him.

“Shhh!  Angie! He’ll hear you,” the other feminine voice said.

“I don’t care. Look at that butt!”

Brandon smiled to himself as he hitched the suit up at his hips. It drew down in the front under the weight of his manhood. He couldn’t resist; he looked around to find the girls. “Hey, Angie,” he greeted her with his killer smile, letting them know that he’d heard them.

The two girls squealed with embarrassed excitement and put their hands over their faces. He walked down to the water, purposely clenching and flexing his butt muscles inside his suit. He waded in up to his knees then dove under. Unlike the ocean, there was no current against him so it was an easy swim out to the floating pier. At the dock, he pulled himself up and folded his arms across the edge.

“You made that look so easy,” a muscular, brown-haired youth said.

“It was,” Brandon said. “There’s no current to fight like in the ocean or a creek.”

There was another couple--teenagers--on the dock and two more younger boys. The teenage boy with the girl was skinny and pale. Brandon saw how they, he and the girl, both looked at him as he shoved himself up out of the water and climbed on the dock, water sheeting down his rippling muscles, and he knew his triceps were bulging. The boy’s look was one of jealous disdain, the girl not so much. They only stayed a few minutes longer before the boy suggested they should go back. The boy gave him a “I hate you” look as he slid off the dock. The girl dove off, glancing back with a look of longing.

The other two boys were younger, maybe twelve or thirteen, nicely tanned, and well muscled for their age, and cute as hell. They were both wearing skimpy little suits.

“Wow! How do you get muscles like that?” one of them asked.

“Eat right, and work out,” Brandon said. “And give yourself time to grow,” he added.

“How old are you?” the other boy asked.

“Eighteen.  How old are you?”

“Twelve.”

“Thirteen.”

“So you’ve got five, six years to get built like this, if you work at it,” Brandon told them.

The boys were whispering to each other.  “He wants to know how you got a muscle like that.” He was looking unmistakably at the front of Brandon’s bulging suit.

Brandon looked down at himself.  “Eat right and work out,” he said again.

“No kidding! There are special exercises for that?”

“None that you both don’t already know about,” Brandon said. “You just gotta give yourself time to grow naturally.”

“That skinny guy was pissed as hell that you came out here,” one boy said, laughing.

“Was he?”

“Didn’t you see how he looked at you?”

“No, I wasn’t paying any attention to him,” Brandon lied.  “I was noticing his girlfriend.”

They both laughed.

“She would’ve drowned him for you if she could get by with it,” one boy said.

“Yeah, you could’ve fucked her right here on the dock, I bet,” said the other.

“What I wanta know is, how does a skinny nerd like that get a girl like her?” the older teenager said.

The two boys were whispering again. Then the older one said to Brandon, “Listen, what he really wants to ask you is…he wants to blow you.”

Brandon blinked but didn’t show undue surprise. “Aren’t you kinda young to be talking like that to a perfect stranger?”

“What’s your name?” the younger boy asked.

“Brandon.”

“I’m Randy. He’s Mitch. Now we’re not strangers. Now can I blow you?”

“No!” Brandon said, laughing. “You’re way too young to be doing shit like that except with kids your own age.”

“Kids our age aren’t built like you.”

“By the time you’re old enough, they will be, “Brandon said.

“I doubt that!” the boy said, eyeing Brandon’s bulge again.

Just then the other boy punched his friend, pointing to the shore.

“Your Mom’s waving for us to come in.”

“Come on, I’ll do you right here on the dock,” the other boy told Brandon.

“Cool your balls, kid,” Brandon said, laughing.

“Okay, maybe I’ll see you again some time, when I’m older.”

“Yeah, maybe,” Brandon said.

“Hey, do you want us to send that girl back out?”

“Get out of here,” Brandon said, pushing them off.

“If I do see you again, can I blow you?” the boy asked, treading water.

“Yeah, you can blow me. Now get out of here,” Brandon said, joining the other guy’s laughter.  “Can you believe those little fuckers?”

“You gotta hand it to him, he goes after what he wants. He’ll go far in life,” the other teenager said.

“If somebody doesn’t drown him,” Brandon said.

“They were underage, but would you have let him, if I weren’t here?”

“No,” Brandon said with a scowl

The boy put out his hand.  “My name’s Cory.”

“Brandon.”

“Yeah, I know. Now, we’re not strangers anymore, either.”

It took a second to realize what the guy was possibly saying.

“And I am old enough,” the boy added.

After all the guys before, Brandon had been thinking more and more about sex with other guys.  “You got a place to go?” he asked.

“Right here.”

Brandon looked all around and back to the shore. “We’re not that far out from the shore,” he said.

“All you have to do is slip off the dock and hold on while I get under the dock. I’m very good underwater. There’s space under the dock where I can come up for air when I need to. You’re so fuckin’ hot, dude, you need to get in the water and cool off.  Hell, you’ll probably make the water sizzle.

“You’ve done this out here before?” Brandon asked.

“Yeah, but not with anybody as hot as you. I can help you do that, cooling off, I mean,” he said with a tight smile.

Brandon didn’t have to think about it but a few seconds before he said, “You’re on, dude,” and eased off the dock into the water.  Cory dove off the other side and disappeared.  A moment later Brandon felt hands on his thighs and the boy’s face pressing into his suit. Then he was pulling the suit down off his butt. Brandon thought he would just pull it down off his hips but he pulled it all the way down. He tried to grab hold of it but it was already off and Brandon was naked!  Cory’s hand came up out of the water with Brandon’s suit and his own. Fuck, Cory was naked too! Brandon took the suits from him and laid them on the edge of the dock.

The buoyancy of his cock throbbing in the water was a strange feeling.  He felt Cory’s hand encircle his cock then felt his warm mouth engulf the head as he began sucking him.  Cory clasped his hands around Brandon’s butt and pulled him to his mouth, forcing his cock into his throat.

“Holy shit!” Brandon murmured to himself as he laid his head back and let it happen.  Several times Cory had to stop and come up for air, but he took quick breaths and dove back under.  Brandon kept an eye out for anyone swimming toward them. He hung onto the dock for dear life as the teenager sucked him. It was funny, how his shoulders began to feel weak.  “Fuck, hurry up, I’m gonna go under,” he said to no one.  Suddenly he saw a swimmer in the water; half way to the dock.  He hadn’t seen him before. He reached down and grabbed his cock and began jacking it.  Cory tried to brush his hand away but he held tight and jacked it harder.  Finally, he dropped down under the dock and pointed toward the shore.  Cory nodded.  Brandon went back up and grabbed hold of the dock again and Cory resumed sucking his cock and jacking it at the same time.

Brandon willed his climax.  He wanted to cum so bad.  He watched the swimmer come closer.  It would be only a couple of minutes before he would be at the dock.  He began counting off the seconds, his eyes fixed on the swimmer.

At the last second he muttered, “Fuck it,” and stopped counting.  He couldn’t stop anything that felt so good.  Let the guy come up on them, he wouldn’t see anything except that two guys were naked, and what was the big deal about that? Still, he grabbed their swim suits and held them in one hand under the water.

The swimmer came up to the other side and climbed up on the dock, water sheeting down his smooth, tanned muscles. 

“Hey,” he said as he swiped the water off his muscles.

“Hey,” Brandon said back. The guy had a swimmer’s build, only tighter and more solid, with awesome abs.  He couldn’t help noticing how he filled out his tiny Speedo.

Brandon tried to maintain complete composure as Cory continued to slurp and suck his cock under the dock. 

“You, uh….a life guard or something? You’re not even breathing hard,” he said to the swimmer.

“No, I’m on the swim team at college.  This is the best place to swim laps.”

“Yeah, I…I like it better than…better than the ocean,” Brandon said.

“Hey, dude, are you okay?  You need help getting back up on the dock?”

“No, I…I’m okay.”

 “You looked like you were cramping up.”

“No, I’m okay. I…I’m getting a blow job,” he blurted out.

“What?”

“I’m getting a blow job,” he said as he brought the swimsuits up and laid them on the dock.

The swimmer looked at the two suits.

 Brandon was getting close.  He couldn’t keep his breathing regular and he grimaced as he felt it cumming.  “Oh, Godd! Fuck!” he moaned softly as he began shooting in Cory’s mouth.

“You’re not shittin’ me!” the swimmer exclaimed.

“No…not…shittin’ nobody…Ohhh…Ohhhhhhh!”

“Fuck! I don’t believe this!”

Brandon rode it out, fighting for air as Cory sucked him dry.  “Take off your suit and get in the water, he’ll probably do you too,” he told the swimmer.

Just then Cory came out from under the dock.

“Holy Shit! You cum like a stallion!” he blurted as he broke the surface.  “Where the fuck did all that come from?”

Brandon was nodding, trying to draw Cory’s attention to the swimmer.

“Oh.” Cory said when he saw the other guy.

“Hey,” the swimmer said with a wave.

“Hey. Sorry, didn’t know we had company,” Cory said.

“That’s okay, I didn’t mean to interrupt.”

“On, you didn’t interrupt,” Brandon assured him.

Then they all broke out laughing.

“Fuck, dude, you fed me and the fish.  How long have you been saving that?” Cory asked Brandon.

“I don’t save it. That’s just how much there is. Sorry, I should’ve warned you.”

“That’s okay. I lost some of it, that’s all. I wasn’t prepared for a load like that. Damn, you taste good, dude.”

“Glad you liked it. I did too.  That’s the first time I got sucked underwater.” He nodded to the swimmer.  “I think he was just about ready to get in the water when you came up.”

Cory looked at the swimmer, his eyes falling to the pouch of his suit.  Then he looked at Brandon. “Hey, do you like to fuck? I’d like to try that up my ass.”

“Hell, yeah, I’d fuck your brains out. Not here though,” Brandon said.

“We can use one of the cabanas.”

“You mean fuck right there on the beach?”

“Yeah. We would have to be quiet, is all,” Cory said. “Or, hell, right here on the dock.”

“Uhh…that’s a little too gutsy for me,” Brandon said, laughing.

“Then I’ll find a place,” Cory said. “So, next time, you’ll fuck me?”

“Hell, yeah.”

Cory looked back at the swimmer. “See you down under,” he said, and dove back under the dock.

“Damn, I never had any action like this out here before,” the swimmer said as he was peeling off his swimsuit.

“He’s good,” Brandon said as he shoved himself up onto the dock.

“Holy Fuck!” the swimmer exclaimed when he saw Brandon’s cock. “Damn, he must be good to take that.”

“He took it,” Brandon said as he pulled his suit up.

The swimmer slipped off the dock.

“Have fun,” Brandon said, and dove off.

Back at the beach, Brandon walked up to Roger at his perch.

“Did you meet Cory?” Roger asked with a knowing grin.

Brandon scowled, smiling. “Yeah, I met him.”

“He do you?”

“Yeah,” he replied, still smiling.  “You know about him?”

“Everybody knows about Cory,” Roger said. “He’s a regular cum bucket.”

“How come I never met up with him before?” Brandon asked.

“Guess you just got lucky today,” Roger said. “We had him at a party one time, with all the life guards, and he sucked non-stop. He must’ve left with a gallon of cum in his belly and another gallon in his ass.”

“You’re making a real strong case for me becoming a lifeguard. I met a couple of little shits on the dock, twelve and thirteen, one of them came right out and asked if he could blow me.”

Roger laughed. “Yeah, that’d be Randy and Mitch.  They need to put those two boys on a short leash.  They’ve propositioned every life guard at some time or other.”

“Cory’s doing another guy right now, as we speak,” Brandon said.

“That’s sounds like Cory.  He would’ve done those two kids if you hadn’t come on the scene.

“Next time you guys have a party, call me,” Brandon said.

The Diary
Graduation Night:

Graduation!!  Finally made it.  Graduation has been a blast. Cole knows about what went on with Mr. Alberts. He says I graduated because of my muscles and my big cock. Another huge surprise.  Cole is gay.  Came right out and said he wanted me so bad it hurt.  I thought what the hell, I took him into one of the restrooms and let him have at it. Almost got caught; the vice principal came in looking for me. I didn’t have anything on under my gown.  Shouldn’t write this down but when I went up to get my diploma, Mr. Alberts whispered that I should look on the back of my diploma.  I told him I was naked under my gown.  Guess Cole was right. On the back it says A+ for Cocksmanship.  

Graduation 

 “I didn’t think this night would ever come,” Brandon said to his teammate, as they were walking down the dark hall to the library where the class was donning their caps and gowns.

“I didn’t think I would make it,” Cole said.

“Fuck, man, if I could make it, anybody could,” Brandon said.

“Yeah, but you had a lot more going for you.”

“Like what?” Brandon asked with a frown.

“All those muscles, for one thing. And that big cock.”

“What the hell has my body or my cock got to do with making it to graduation?”

“Come on, you didn’t blow a load in Mr.Alberts’ office?”

Brandon stopped in his tracks and reared back with a look of shock. “What the fuck are you talking about?”

“Just speculation, but you were in his office for an awfully long time, I heard.”

“So? I was practically begging for my life. He wasn’t going to let me graduate.”

“But you are graduating,” Cole said with a sly grin.  “I heard it smelled like cum when you came out of his office.”

“Who told you that?” he demanded, trying to remember who was there when he came out.

“Just a rumor.”

Suddenly Brandon grabbed Cole by the front of his shirt and pushed him back against the lockers. “Listen, fucker, nothing happened with Mr. Alberts. And if I hear any rumors, I’m gonna know who started them, and you’ll answer to me. You got that? Mr. Alberts is no fag.”

“Okay, okay, I’ve got it,” Cole said, trying to wrest free of the tight grip.

“Okay, let’s get dressed and get this done,” Brandon said as he started to walk on.

“Brandon…..”

He stopped and looked back where Cole had stopped near the restroom door.  “What?”

Cole swallowed, grasping for his courage.

“What? Come on, we gotta get dressed, man,” Brandon said impatiently.

“I believe you when you said Mr. Alberts didn’t do anything, but…..”

“But what?” He walked back.

“But…c-could I?”

Brandon stopped in his tracks again, right in front of his teammate.

“Could you what?…Oh, geezuss, Cole, are you saying……”

“I’m saying I’m gay, and I wanta do you so fuckin’ bad it hurts, before we graduate,” Cole blurted out.

“Holy Shit!”

Then Cole boldly reached out and grasped Brandon’s crotch. Brandon grabbed his wrist, looking all around, but didn’t shove it away. He held it while Cole squeezed the front of his jeans.

“Don’t hit me. I don’t want to have to explain a black eye or a bloody nose,” Cole said.

Suddenly Brandon shoved past him and pushed the door open and went into the restroom.  When Cole followed him in, he leaned back against the door, undoing his jeans.

“I don’t believe we’re doing this, but we gotta make it quick,” he said as he shoved his jeans and shorts down off his hips. His big cock swung out, long and thick and already half hard.

“My Godd!” Cole gasped. “How big do you get?”

“Find out for yourself,” Brandon said.

Cole just gazed at the other boy’s oversized cock.

“Are you gonna do it or not?” Brandon asked.

“Godd, I wish I could get you naked,” Cole said in a husky whisper.

Brandon quickly pulled his pullover off and pulled his T-shirt up above his bulging pecs.  “This’ll have to do,” he said, presenting himelf.

Cole slid off the toilette, onto his knees in front of the muscular athlete.  He ran his hands up and down his hairy thighs, gripping his taut butt muscles, as he gazed at the huge cock looming over him, now throbbing hard.

“We don’t have time for much playing around,” Brandon said as he squeezed his cock.  “Or maybe you…hey, have you ever done this before? Maybe you’re scared.”

“No, I…no, I’m not scared,” Cole said.  “I just love looking at your body, and this.”  He wrapped one hand around Brandon’s cock.  “Fuck, I can’t even get my hand around it.”

Brandon, becoming impatient, put his hand on the top of Cole’s head and gently guided him to his cock.  Cole wet his lips and opened his mouth, and Brandon shoved his cock in. 

“Ohhh, fuck!” he groaned as his cock slid across Cole’s tongue, deep into the warm, wet cavern of his mouth. 

Cole began sucking.  He had only done it a few times so he wasn’t really good at it, but he wanted to do his best for Brandon. If he did, maybe he would let him do it again. He didn’t know why he’d lied to him.

“Shit you’re good,” Brandon said, as he gently fucked his cock back and forth through Cole’s lips. “Listen, what about when I get ready to cum? Do you want it in your mouth, or should I shoot it in the toilette?”

Cole reared back so he could speak.  “In my mouth.”

“No shit! You’re gonna let me go off in your mouth?”

“I wanta see what you taste like,” Cole said.

“It’s gonna taste like cum.  I figure it must all taste alike,” Brandon said. 

It didn’t, but Cole didn’t say anything. 

Suddenly the outer door opened and the two boys froze.

“Anyone in here? We’re looking for Brandon.” 

It was the vice principal! Brandon clamped his hands around Cole’s head to keep him from moving.  The door closed and footsteps came into the restroom.

“I’m in the crapper. I’ll be right out,” Brandon said.

“Have you seen Cole?”

“No, but I’ll find him for you,” Brandon said.

“Don’t be long.  And turn the lights out,” the man said.

They waited a moment then Brandon began feeding Cole his cock again. “Work your tongue, that really gets me going,” he whispered.

Cole laved his tongue around the bulbous head as he sucked more and more of the shaft into his mouth.

“Listen, if you suck my balls while I jack it, that’ll get me worked up faster,” Brandon said as he eased his cock out of Cole’s mouth.  “I’ll let you back on my cock when I’m close. We gotta hurry.”

Cole nuzzled his face into the big jock’s crotch, sucking one of his heavy balls into his mouth.

“Awww, Yeahhhh!” Brandon moaned.  “Yeah, man, suck my balls!”

Cole managed to carefully tuck his other nut into his mouth so he could suck them both at the same time.

“Aww, fuck, be easy,” Brandon said. 

Suddenly the door opened again.  “Anybody in here?”  Neither of them made a sound.  The lights went out and the door closed.

“Okay, man, suck ‘em harder, I’m gonna blow,” Brandon said.

Cole locked his mouth around the two big balls and tugged on the sack.  Brandon pushed his crotch hard into Cole’s face. 

“Get your face in there, eat my balls! I’m getting close!” he groaned.  A moment later he pulled his hips back, tugging his balls out of Cole’s mouth.  “Aaahh!” he gasped when they popped free. “Here, take it!”  He guided Cole’s mouth back to his cock and shoved it in, just as his cock exploded.

“MMMmmnnnnn!!”  Cole whimpered as his mouth began to fill up with warm, thick cum. He was stunned at the power behind each spurt, and the volume of cum that the big stud was producing. My Godd, he thought, he’s like a stallion!  He wasn’t sure he wanted to swallow it, but he had no choice. His mouth was filling up and he either had to swallow or it was going to run out and down his chin.  And he couldn’t spit it in the toilette, that would probably make Brandon mad.

Brandon had let go of Cole’s head and was gripping the top of each side of the stall for support, because his legs were shaking so bad.  When he was finally throbbing empty, he eased his cock out of Cole’s mouth. It fell against his thigh with a wet smack.

“Fuck! That was awesome,” he gasped breathlessly. “Man, I’ve had plenty of girls go down on me, but none of ‘em ever did a job like that!”  He leaned back against the wall.  “Did you swallow it?” he asked.

Unsure up to that moment, Cole’s decision was made. He began gulping the thick, warm semen down.  “I just did,” he said.

“Oh, Man, that is hot!” Brandon said. 

After several swallows, Cole gasped for air.  “Whew!  Where did that all come from?” He asked as he shoved himself to his feet.

“From those big balls you were chewing on,” Brandon said, laughing.

“I didn’t know anybody except a horse could cum that much,” Cole said. “How fuckin’ long have you been saving it?”

Brandon laughed. “Since this morning.”

“Geezusss!”

“Come on, we gotta get out of here,” Brandon said, as he began putting his clothes in order.

“Thanks, man,” Cole said as they were exiting the stall.

“Fuck, man, don’t thank me. That was the best blowjob I ever had. And girls never wanta swallow.” 

At the door, Brandon put his hand on Cole’s shoulder. “You know what’s gonna be awesome? Seeing you walk across that stage to get your diploma, and knowing that you’ve got a half billion of my sperm swimming around in your stomach.”

Cole swallowed.  “I can still taste you,” he said.

They went down to the library where the graduates were donning their gowns.  Brandon found the box with his name on it. He took the folded gown and slipped it under his arm. There was so much excitement and chatter that no one noticed him leave the library with the gown. He ran up the stairs and rushed down the darkened hallway to his locker. He opened his locker and hung the gown over the door, then began taking off his clothes. Down to his shoes and socks, he put the gown on and snapped it up.  It felt good on his bare skin. He felt good and evil, and he had to smile at himself. 

When the grand march was ended and they were seated, Brandon kept looking at Cole, seated two seats over in the row in front of him. Fuck, he’s cute, he thought.  Wonder if he would do me again.  He said he could still taste me. Wonder what I taste like.  I should’ve kissed him and found out.  Having too many weird thoughts.  Listen to the speech.  Can’t get a hardon, no where to hide it. 

Brandon’s mind was blank as he walked across the stage to receive his diploma.  He needed that diploma, for it was like four years of high school education had suddenly been erased from his mind, and he needed something to prove he’d done it.  He took Mr. Alberts’ hand and their eyes met as the man handed him the dark leather folder containing his diploma. He held onto it for a split second, as well as Brandon’s hand. He leaned in to say something.

“Look on the back,” he whispered quietly.

Brandon whispered back,  “I’m naked under this gown.” 

When he returned to his seat he discreetly slipped the diploma out of the leather case and turned it over. On the back was, “A+ for Cocksmanship.”

The Diary
My cousin, Austin

Uncle Ed and my cousin, Austin, came to my graduation. Austin stayed over.  Took him along to the parties. He had an awesome time. He freaked out when I told my Dad I borrowed his condoms. He freaked out even more when he found out I was naked under my graduation gown, and that my Dad knew it. Grabbed some beer and drove out to the park.  Also gave Austin some condoms just in case.  He said he wouldn’t need three condoms, but he was wrong. He not only lost his virginity, he fucked FOUR girls, one of them TWICE.  He was blown away by all the sex going on right out in the open. Right off, the first girl was impressed with his cock and she started blowing him right in front of everybody.  First blow job and he shot his load right off.  He was embarrassed but he recovered real quick.  BTW, Joey came out!  He was in the woods giving blowjobs to anybody who wanted one. Heard they were standing in line for him.

I fucked one of the cheerleaders.  Had to keep up appearances and protect my reputation. Have to say, pussy is no better than fucking a guy’s ass. Maybe not as good.  Gotta admit, when we came back home I was having ideas about my studly little cousin. Then he hit me with the bombshell that he thought he was gay.  I wasn’t sure if he was or not and didn’t think he was sure, but that was my opening.  I gave him some head to show him that sex with other guys was okay without making you gay. Then I made him suck my cock to prove my point. I took it a step further, I fucked him.  He wanted to know if I’d ever been fucked, I think so he would feel okay about doing it himself.  He freaked when I told him I had. I don’t know if he believed me or not.  We talked a lot about it, but I don’t know if I proved anything except we are both pretty good at giving head, and he admitted that getting fucked felt good too. He’ll have to make up his own mind whether he’s gay or not. 

Cousins 

Brandon didn’t know his cousin, Austin, was staying over after graduation. He and his Dad had driven four hundred miles back home from a vacation trip to come to his graduation, and afterwards, when the graduates were greeting everyone in the gym, he learned that they were staying over, at their house.  

“Hey, that’s great. You can come with me to some of the parties,” Brandon said.

“I would really like that, if you don’t mind me tagging along as an underclassman,” Austin said.

“Cut that crap, you won’t be tagging along. You’ll fit right in,” Brandon assured him. “Give me another fifteen minutes here and we can cut out.”

When the crowd in the gym began to thin out, Brandon went up to his Dad and handed him the envelopes he had collected from wellwishers.

“Dad, would you take these for me?”

“Don’t you have a pocket in your gown?”

“Yeah, but I don’t want to take a chance on leaving them in there,” Brandon lied.  His Dad took the envelopes.  “I think Austin and I are going to head out.”

“That’s great, you’re taking Austin with you.”

“Yeah, I didn’t know he was staying over, it’ll be great,” Brandon said. “Look, I don’t have a curfew, do I?”

His Dad laughed.  “I think you outgrew your curfew about four years ago.”

“Thanks, Dad.” He leaned up and kissed his father on the cheek and hugged him. “Thanks for everything. I love you.”

“Well….” The man was embarrassed.  “I love you too, son. You guys have fun. But be careful. I’m too young to be a grandpa.”

Brandon laughed at Austin’s surprised look.  “I know, Dad, we’ve had that talk. You don’t have to worry; I borrowed some of your condoms.”

It was his father’s turn to look surprised.  He grabbed Brandon by the arm and pulled him back.  “You don’t borrow condoms, Son. What do you think you’re going to do, return them?”

“Just kidding, Dad.  I bought my own.”

Austin was still aghast as they walked away.

“I can’t believe you talked to your Dad like that!”

“What about the way he talked to me?” Brandon said, laughing.

“Me and my Dad would never say things like that to each other.”

“We’ve got a real tight relationship,” Brandon said. “I respect him a lot, and he respects me. But I had to earn it. Well, I gotta go turn in my cap and gown.”

Leaving the gym, Brandon bounded up the stairs to the first floor, went past the library, and went up to the second floor.

“Isn’t that where they’re turning in caps and gowns, at the library?” Austin said, seeing the crowd of graduates crowding to get into the room.

“I’ll turn it in there, but I can’t take it off in there,” Brandon said as he headed down the darkened hallway.

“Why not? Everybody else is,” Austin said.

“Cause my clothes are in my locker,” Brandon said as kept walking down the hallway.

“Your…clothes?”

They were at his locker. Brandon unlocked it and began unsnapping the gown.  “Give me a hand down there, will you?” he asked his cousin. “I don’t know why they make these things with like a thousand snaps. Why don’t they make ‘em with a zipper?”

“I don’t know, but….Holy Shit!” Austin was undoing the snaps from the bottom and he saw that his big, hunky cousin was naked under the gown! Or he was, as far up his thighs as he could see.  “Don’t tell me, dude, you…you don’t have anything on under this gown?” he asked as they both unsnapped the snaps to meet in the middle.  The gown draped open to answer his question.  “Fuck, that is so hot!” Austin said.

“Oh, you think so?”

“Yeah, I mean in a ballsy sort of way. I mean it takes balls to do something like this.  Are you the only one?”

“I think a couple of other guys did it,” Brandon said.

Austin was laughing.  “Man, if your Dad and everybody knew…I mean, Geezuss, can you imagine what your principal and the school superintendent would think if they knew there were guys walking across the stage to get their diplomas, naked under their gowns?”

“My Dad knew I was gonna do it,” Brandon said.

“Come on.  When we were standing there talking to him, he knew you didn’t have anything on under your robe?”

“Yup.  I think he was having trouble keeping a straight face.”

“Shit, what if you’d got a hardon,” Austin said, laughing.

“It would’ve been tent city,” Brandon said.

When he was dressed, he took the gown from Austin and they headed back downstairs.  He turned it in and got signed off then they headed out.

“One nice thing, I don’t have to go home and change into old clothes,” Brandon remarked.

There were several parties, but no one stayed very long because everyone knew that the big one was out at the wilderness park.  After the third one—Brandon decided to skip the fourth one—he drove home and got a case of beer out of the refrigerator on the porch. 

“You’re taking beer?” Austin said, surprised.

“I was designated beer bringer,” Brandon said.  “Glad you’re along, dude, you’re my designated driver.”

“Does that mean I can’t drink?” Austin asked.

“No, it just means you can’t drink as much as me,” Brandon replied. Then he grabbed him around the neck and rubbed the top of his head playfully.  “Just kidding, dude.  You can drink all you want. We’ll be out there long enough to sleep it off.”

They drove for quite a ways into the park, down a narrow, winding road, so narrow that the tree branches brushed against the side of the truck. 

“Can we get back out of here?” Austin asked.

“Yeah, there’s parking and a turnaround,” Brandon said.  “This is the wilderness part of the park. Nobody comes this far in, families I mean. It’s pretty much a natural sex palace.  Listen, can I ask you something? Have you been laid yet? And don’t lie to me.”

Austin laughed.  “I was going to say yes, till you added that last. No, I’m still a virgin.”

“Well, you’re not going to leave a virgin,” Brandon said.

“Have you got me a date lined up that I don’t know about?”

“Not a date.  But you’re a cute guy and you’re put together good, there’ll be girls dripping to get your virginity. A lot of couples aren’t girlfriend and boyfriend, they’re just here to fuck.”

Just then they drove into a wide clearing with vehicles parked on the thick grass. Small campfires dotted the clearing and Austin could see kids gathered around the fires, mostly in some state of undress, some completely naked.  He could also see sleeping bags unrolled back in the edge of the woods around the perimeter of the clearing, as well as some around the campfires.

“Damn, doesn’t anybody know about this place?”

“Sure, the park rangers know. They’ll be out later, one at a time, to check on the fires, and to get laid.”

“The park rangers are gonna get laid too!!”

“Hell, yeah, how do you think we keep the place a secret?”

“Shit, they’re guys doing it right out in the open! Look over there.”

“It’s a party,” Brandon said.  As they were getting out of the truck, he handed Austin a strip of three condoms.

“Thanks. I wasn’t prepared for this,” he said as he started to tear one off.

“Take ‘em all,” Brandon said.

“Hell, I don’t need three condoms.”

“You might.  These horny bitches find out you’re virgin, they’re going to be all over you.”

“How’re they gonna know?” Austin asked.

“Well, you’ve sorta got that deer-in-the-headlights look,” Brandon said.

“I have?” he asked, wide-eyed.

Brandon laughed.  “Yeah, just like that look, right now.”

Austin tried to straighten his face.

“Anyway, if they don’t see that look, I’m gonna tell ‘em.”

“No!  You’re not!” Austin blurted.

“Watch me. You’re gonna get your ass laid tonight, cousin.”

“No, you’re not,” Austin scoffed.

“Naw, I’m not,” Brandon said, laughing, as he put his arm across Austin’s shoulder.

They walked over to one of the fires where several guys were sitting on chunks of logs, two of them naked, both of those with raging hardons.  They were all sipping beer.  There was another couple in a sleeping bag a few feet away, obviously going at it while the guys watched.   Several yards away, closer to the next campfire another boy was fucking his girl on top of the sleeping bag while others watched. One of those watching had his hand down the front of his girl’s jeans, fingering her as they kissed.

“Hey, Brandon,” one of the boys said.

“Hey, guys. Looks like you started without me,” he said, nodding to the activity in the sleeping bag.

“Hell, they started in the back of Joey’s pickup on the way out here,” the boy said. 

“Guys, this is my cousin, Austin. He’s a sophomore at Allerton High. He’s a virgin. But I promised we would do something about that.”

“Hey, you said you wouldn’t……!” Austin began.

“Whoa! A cherry!” one boy said, and they all applauded.

“Well, kiss that goodbye,” another boy said.

Suddenly the activity in the sleeping bag stopped. The boy and girl were whispering to each other, then they were looking at Austin. Suddenly the boy crawled out of the sleeping bag, his oversized cock throbbing violently.

“Climb in there, dude, she’ll take care of that little problem for you.” he told Austin.

Austin didn’t know what to say.  He just looked at the guy, then at Brandon, then down at the girl in the sleeping bag.  She was lying with her tits bared, smiling. He knew his face must be beet red from Brandon’s little announcement and now he was totally speechless.  Someone reached out, handing him a condom.

“I already took care of that,” Brandon said. But he took the condom and tucked it in Austin’s pocket.  “But take it, you might need it later,” he said.

“B-but I already g-got three,” Austin stammered.

“So, what’re you saving them for?” somebody asked.

“Yeah, there’re not doing anybody any good stuffed in your pockets,” said another boy.

Brandon just stood there and laughed.  Then he stepped over and pulled Austin’s shirt up.  He pulled it hard, forcing his arms up so he could take it off of him.  Two more boys moved in to undo his belt and his jeans, then another boy joined to help take his shoes and jeans and shorts off of him.  Within a minute he was naked. And hard. And embarrassed beyond belief.

“Damn, you can sure tell he’s out of the same gene pool you are, Brandon,” someone said.                

  “Geezusss, dude, climb in there, she’s drooling over that,” the boyfriend of the girl told him. Then he took the condom and tossed it to her.  “Here, babe, put this on him, I think his hands are shaking too bad.”

She caught the condom and tore it open as she rose up out of the sleeping bag.

Austin’s breath caught in his lungs. It was the first time he had seen a girl naked and he could only imagine what lay beneath the sleeping bag. 

“Before I put this on, I would like to have a sample of that gorgeous piece of meat,” the girl said.

“Oh, I forgot to tell you, she’s a carnivore,” the boyfriend said. “Don’t worry, she’ll chew on it, but she won’t bite it off.”

Austin still couldn’t speak. He couldn’t move. Till the girl reached up and took his hand and pulled him to her.  She came the rest of the way out of the sleeping bag on her knees in front of him.  His cock bolted painfully at the sight of her totally naked body.

“Ohh, my!” the girl murmured as she took his cock in her mouth.

“Oohhhh!” Austin gasped as his cock was suddenly enveloped in the wet warmth for the first time. “Ohhh…Ohhhh, Godd…Ohh…Ohh!” Suddenly he was cumming.  The girl whimpered with delight as her mouth was suddenly full of warm, thick cum, so much that it was soon running down her chin like a waterfall.

“Shit, he’s cumming!” somebody exclaimed.

“Fuck, is he ever!  Shit, he’s gonna drown her.”

The girl fought frantically to capture and contain the gushing spurts of semen and swallow all she could.

“Geezuss, he’s still shooting!” her boyfriend said.

Austin’s head was spinning and his legs began to shake, and he was nearly overwhelmed with embarrassment. He was about to get his first piece of ass and she hadn’t even gotten the condom on him before he shot his load. He wanted to run and hide from the roaring laughter all around him.  But Brandon, although he was laughing with the rest of them, moved in to rescue him. He clasped his arm across his shoulder to steady him and ruffled his hair like he was a little boy.

“Got a little excited there, dude,” he chided him.

Austin was too embarrassed to respond. Even the girl still sucking and slobbering on his cock didn’t help his damaged ego. But besides Brandon’s support, his own cock was his salvation. It remained hard as a rock, still throbbing and quivering.

“Hell, don’t worry about it, little fucker, you’re still obviously good to go.”  He put his hand down to the girl.  “Here give me the condom.”  He took the condom and rolled it down over Austin’s cock then smacked him on the butt.  “Now, get in there and fuck her brains out.”

Austin couldn’t believe that his studly cousin had actually put the condom on him in front of all of his friends.  He was almost shaking from the feel of his hands on his cock.  He obediently crawled into the sleeping bag, still shaking with excitement. The girl finished wiping off her face and crawled in with him. She wasted no time guiding his still throbbing cock to her hungry pussy, and young Austin was on his way to shedding his virginity while the other boys gathered round to watch and encourage him. 

One of the boys said to Brandon, “Hey, in case you’re interested, Joey Watts has set up shop back in the woods, giving blowjobs.”

“Joey? Joey finally came out?” Brandon said.

“Yeah, he said he wasn’t going to let this opportunity slip by; he knew there was going to be rampant sex and he figured it would be a good time to come out and get his share.”

“Well, good for Joey. Maybe I’ll take a walk back in the woods but I think I’ll wait and take my cousin with me.  He might as well get his first blowjob tonight, too.”

“Uhhh, your cousin just had his first blowjob,” somebody said.

Brandon laughed.  “Not really.  If you haven’t had your cock sucked by a guy, you haven’t had a blowjob.” He immediately realized that he’d said the wrong thing, from the way the guys were looking at him.

“Who have you getting blow jobs from?” one of them asked.

“Yeah,” another said. “Joey’s just not coming out, what other guy has been giving blow jobs and we didn’t know about it?”

“Nobody from our school,” Brandon said, then he quickly squatted down beside the sleeping bag.  “How’s it going, fucker?” he asked Austin.

“Oh, fuck…it’s going just great,” the boy gasped.

“He’s awesome,” the girl said.  “But I don’t think he’s a virgin.”

Brandon turned to the boyfriend.  “You hear that, dude?  I think you just lost your girlfriend.”

Brandon never made it back to the woods. As word spread about Austin being a virgin, more girls were interested, and Brandon more or less followed him around as he was dragged into one sleeping bag after another to further dismantle his virginity.  At one point he came over to Brandon and asked if he had any more condoms.

“You said you didn’t need the three I gave you,” Brandon said, laughing. “And that other guy gave you one to use on his girlfriend. Shit, that’s four! How many more do you need?”

“I don’t know, but there’s another girl who wants me,” Austin said.

Brandon dug another condom out of his pocket and gave it to him.  “I’ve only got one left, you might have to start reusing them,” he joked.

“I was hoping you saved one back.”

Brandon turned to see where the cooing voice had come from and came face to face with Kim West.  Kim was what you would call a multi-tasker. She was captain of the cheer leading squad, she played volleyball, girls’ softball and she was on the swim team.  She had a reputation that she seemed to try to live up to, with the nickname of Off-Road.  Brandon didn’t know one cheerleader that didn’t put out, but Kim set the benchmark. She fucked the guys on the boys’ volleyball team, she fucked the guys on the boys’ swim team, she fucked the guys on the boys’ baseball team, and even though she didn’t play football, she fucked the guys on the football team.  Kim was known for her “team” spirit. 

Brandon had fucked her too, on several occasions, even though he wasn’t on any team.

“This will be our only chance to say our farewells,” she cooed, pressing herself against him.  I’m leaving for New York in the morning. My cousin has a job lined up for me.”

“Well, then, we can’t pass up the opportunity to say a good and proper farewell,” Brandon said, slipping his arm around her waist.

“Oh, I always loved those big arms around me,” she said as he was leading her away.

“I love these big arms around you, too,” he said.

“Where are you taking me?”

“To my pickup.”

“There’s more room in the wide open spaces than in the cab of your truck.”

“Not the cab; the truck bed,” he said. “I always wanted to do it on the tailgate.” As they approached his truck, he asked, “Not that it matters, but where am I in line for saying farewell?”

“You could be tenth or fifteenth, it wouldn’t matter with your size,” she said.

He stripped her naked, then took off his own clothes, and fucked her on the tailgate while an audience gathered. 

Driving home, Brandon was still laughing.  “Shit, Cuz, you didn’t just lose your virginity, you blew it to pieces so it ain’t never coming back.”

“I don’t think your virginity comes back,” Austin said.

“Well yours sure as hell won’t. Damn, how many girls did you fuck tonight?”

“Four girls. Five times.  That last condom you gave me, I used it on a girl I’d already fucked.”

“And that doesn’t count that first load you blew in the girl’s mouth. You got more sex than anybody out there tonight,” Brandon said.

“Did you get laid at all?” Austin asked.

“No, I was too busy looking after you,” he said jokingly.

“I didn’t mean to cramp your style,” Austin said.

“You didn’t.  I was just kidding. I fucked the captain of the cheerleading squad on the tailgate of my truck.  Something I always wanted to do.”

At home, Brandon had to help Austin up the stairs to the bedroom, his legs were still so shaky. Austin collapsed across Brandon’s bed. He went to the bathroom and when he came back, Austin was undressing.

“You wanta shower?”

“I probably should,” Austin said.

“Yeah, so you don’t make my room smell like sex,” Brandon joked.

Brandon got towels then waited in his room while Austin showered.  The thoughts that crept into his head earlier in the evening came back, but he quickly dismissed them. The rest of the night was going to be uneventful; no way was he going to get anything started with his young cousin. Certainly not now that he had so solidly proven his manhood.  When Austin came back to the room drying off, Brandon went in to shower. His cock got fluffed up pretty quick; it wasn’t having any of the shrugging off.  “Settle down, he’s straight,” Brandon muttered to himself.

Back in his room, Austin was in bed, stretched out on his back with his hands locked behind his head. He had turned off the overhead light, leaving the small lamp on.

“I figured you would be asleep from exhaustion,” Brandon said as he finished drying off.

“I don’t know if I’ll get any sleep, everything’s still whirling around in my mind.”

Brandon laughed, tossed the towel aside and crawled into bed. He hadn’t wondered, but he noticed that Austin was naked. He turned out the lamp, leaving only the softest dim light from the moon shining in the window, and stretched out like Austin.

“This has been the greatest night of my life,” Austin said.

“You think?” Brandon said, laughing.

“For more reasons than one,” Austin added.

Brandon noticed the sudden, odd change in his tone, from happy and exhilarated to serious, almost moody. “What reasons?” he asked. “I mean, getting laid five times pretty much qualifies for the greatest night in anybody’s life, but I heard a sudden turn in your tone of voice just then, like something’s bothering you all of sudden.”

“I thought I was gay,” Austin said with a soft chuckle.

Brandon was jolted by it. “What the hell gave you that idea?”

“I just never had any interest in girls. I’ve never even asked a girl out, and at a dance, I was always afraid to ask a girl to dance.  I’m too scared almost to even talk to a girl at school.”

“Hell, that don’t make you gay, that just makes you scared of girls,” Brandon said.  “A lot of guys are scared of girls. They get over it. You sure as fuck got over it tonight.”

“No, I didn’t. I was scared out of my wits.”

“Yeah, you were pretty nervous at first, blowing the fastest load on record, but you got over it.”

“Not really. With every girl, I was scared I wouldn’t perform up to her expectations. I was even afraid my cock might go down.”

“That’s in the back of every guy’s mind,” Brandon said.  “About the performing, I mean. I don’t know why you were worried about your cock going down, hell, it was like a poker all night.”

“Well, it…it’s more than that. A lot more,” Austin said in a quieter tone.

“What’s bugging you, Austin?” Brandon asked.  “You can tell me.”

“The truth is, I…I think the reason my cock stayed hard was because I…because of all of the guys around me.”

Brandon laughed again. “That would normally make a guy lose his hardon, being watched by a bunch of other guys.”

“But I wasn’t seeing those guys like other guys would. I’m more attracted to guys…other boys, and even older guys, like college guys...more than I am girls.  I’m sort of scared of guys, too, like I’m scared of girls, but for different reasons. That’s the reason I never went out for sports, I’m afraid of being around other jocks in the locker room. I go to football games, not to watch the game, I like to watch the players.  I have to be around them sometimes, like in PE class and I have to rush in and out of the shower, and it’s always a cold shower, cause I’m afraid I’m gonna get a hardon. I don’t have any of those feeling about girls.”

Brandon laughed. “That’s because you’re not showering with girls, you dumb ass. If you were in the shower with a bunch of girls, you’d probably have to rush in and out of the shower and take cold showers.”

“No, I don’t think it would faze me. I don’t have those feelings for a girl’s body.”

“Dude, you fucked four different girls tonight, one of them twice. Don’t tell me you don’t have any attraction for a girl’s body.”

“My cock had all the feelings. It felt good inside a girl’s pussy, but I didn’t get any particular thrill out of it beyond that.”

“That’s all the thrill you need to get, fucker,” Brandon said, laughing from exasperation.  “Why’re you trying so hard to talk yourself into being gay?”

“Why are you trying to talk me out of being gay?”

There was a quiet pause.

“Austin.”

“Yeah.”

“Have you ever done anything with another boy?”

“No.”

“Have you ever wanted to?”

“Yes.”

Another short pause.

Suddenly Brandon pulled the covers off of himself. He wasn’t hard, he was just naked. “Look over here,” he said. “What do you see?”

“What do you mean, what do I see? I see you?”

“Right. Are you going to have a problem sleeping with me like this?”

“No.”

“Okay. If you were gay, you would have a problem sleeping with another naked guy. You would be wanting to do stuff with him.”

“I…didn’t…say…I didn’t want to do stuff,” Austin said.

Brandon turned his head and stared at him.  “Cuz, are you saying you want to do stuff with me?”

“I would be afraid to try anything.”

“What if I said it was okay?  No, what if I….” He stopped short.

“What if you what?” Austin asked.

“What if I took it a step further?”

“I don’t know what you mean.”

“What if I took it a step further, to show you it was okay?”

“I still don’t know what you mean,” Austin said.

“Look, Cuz, I have done stuff with other guys.”

Austin raised up on one elbow, gaping at him in disbelief.  “You have! Are you…s-saying…t-telling me you’re gay?”

“No, I’m not saying that. I’m saying I’ve done stuff with other guys. I’m telling you it’s okay.  I’m telling you it don’t necessarily mean you’re gay. It means it’s just sex.”

Austin lay back and stared up at the ceiling.

“I don’t believe you’re telling me this, Brandon. Even if it’s true, I don’t believe you’re saying it.”

“You don’t believe me?”

“I’m not saying I don’t believe you, but I gotta wonder if you’re saying it just to make me feel better about myself.”

“Do you feel bad about yourself?”

“I don’t know if I wanta be gay.”

“You don’t even know if you are gay,” Brandon said. Suddenly he scooted down in the bed and patted his chest.  “Sit up here astraddle my chest.”

“Huh?”

“You heard me. Sit on my chest.”

“W-what’re gonna do?” the younger boy asked as he rose up and climbed astraddle his older cousin’s chest. His cock dragged across his pec muscle then came to rest between the thick muscles.

“Now lean up over me and do pushups,” Brandon said.

“Huh?”

“You heard me.”

“I don’t know wh…..”

“Just do it,” Brandon cut in.

Austin leaned forward to support himself on his arms extended then rose up on his toes and began doing pushups.  He glanced down to see Brandon’s mouth open. “Oh!…Ohh!…Ohh, Godd!” he gasped as his cock was enveloped in Brandon’s mouth each time, and he tried to push up high enough to avoid the contact. 

Brandon clasped his hands around his butt to pull him down and force his cock in his mouth, to let him know it was okay. As his cock grew harder, it plunged into Brandon’s throat, and soon he naturally took up the rhythm his cousin was trying to show him and was fucking his mouth.

“Aww, fuck, Brandon, w-what’re we d-doing?” he stammered breathlessly.

Brandon kept his hold in his cousin’s taut little butt and sucked him for several minutes before he shoved him up and held him up over his face.

“How’d that feel?”

“Aww, I can’t even tell you…better than that girl doing me, that’s for sure.”

Brandon tossed him aside.  “Do you think I’m gay?”

“I wouldn’t ever say that about you, Brandon.”

“Good, cause I’m not.  But I discovered sex with other guys pretty much by accident, and decided I liked it.  I don’t do that, what I just did, for just anybody, you understand. But I did it with you to prove my point.”

“You sure proved your point.”

“Now you try it,” Brandon said.

“Try what?”

“Geezuss, I just drew you a picture,” Brandon said.

“Y-you w-want me t-to s-suck your cock?”

“Yeah.”

“I don’t know if I can, if I know how?”

“What’s to know, you lean down here and take my cock in your mouth. And tell me if you like it.”

Hesitantly, Austin moved over Brandon’s middle, very cautiously taking his cock in his hand. He was lowering his head, wetting his lips, when Brandon took hold of his cock himself, and put his hand on the back of Austin’s head and forced him down.

“MMmnpphh!” Austin moaned.

“Don’t fight me. Suck it,” Brandon said.

When he knew he couldn’t get out of his cousin’s grip he relaxed and let him move his head up and down.

“I’m gonna let go of your head, you keep sucking,” Brandon said.

Austin did as he was told. 

Brandon laid his hand on his shoulder and began rubbing his back. “Yeah, Cuz, that feels good,” he whispered.  “You like it, don’t you? You like a big hard, hot cock throbbing in your mouth, don’t you?  So do I.  Difference is, if you come back for more. If you don’t, then you ain’t gay. But if you do, and you come back a third and fourth time and more after that, then you’re probably gay, because then it won’t be just experimenting around anymore. You get my meaning?”

Austin nodded his head.

“Next thing we’re gonna do, I’m gonna fuck you,” Brandon said.

Austin jerked his head up, his eyes wide.

“No.”

“Fucking is part of being gay, man. How’re you gonna know if you’re really gay if you don’t know if you like being fucked?”

“That’s crazy thinking,” Austin said as he stroked Brandon’s slick cock.  “Guys aren’t built to be fucked like girls are.”

Brandon laughed. “Guys aren’t exactly built to suck cock either, are they? I mean, you’re supposed to put food in your mouth, not raw cock,” he said as he rubbed his hand over Austin’s bare butt.

“You’re just trying to fuck with my brain. Besides, no way your cock would fit in my ass without tearing me apart.”

Brandon laughed again.  “You wanta know how many guys’ asses have accommodated my big cock, and nobody’s had to have reconstructive surgery yet.”

“Have you ever been fucked?” Austin asked cockily.

“Yeah.”

Austin’s eyes popped and his mouth dropped and he suddenly let go of his cock, as if it were too hot to hold onto.

“Now I know you’re fuckin’ with my head. You’ve never been fucked. You’re just trying to convince me to let you do it to me.”

Brandon had found his cousin’s hole; he didn’t think Austin even realized it till he began rubbing around it.

“That feel good?”

Austin blinked, as he realized where Brandon’s fingers were.

“Y-yeah, sort of.”

“You think guys’ asses were made to be played with like this?”

“I….d-don’t know.”

“But it feels good,” Brandon said as he tickled his fingertips around the clenching hole.

“Y-yeah, I d-don’t know why, maybe it’s not supposed to.”

Brandon wet his fingers and rubbed them harder against the boy’s hole.

“That feels even better,” he said.

“Yeah,” Austin admitted, sounding a little breathless now. “Ohh…ohh, be careful.”

“Feels good, my finger pushing in like that,” Brandon said.

Austin didn’t answer him.

“My tongue would feel even better,” Brandon said.

“What?”  Austin had a surprised look.

“My tongue would feel even better than my finger,” Brandon said.

“You wouldn’t do that,” Austin scoffed.

“There’s one way to find out.”

“How?”

“Get up here and sit on my face.”

“You wouldn’t do it,” Austin said.  “If I tried sitting on your face, you’d toss me off on the floor.”

“Promise I won’t,” Brandon said as he put his arms over his heads.  “You can hold my arms down.”

“Like I could hold those arms down,” he scoffed again.

“Try me.”

Austin was hesitant.

“Okay you get on your hands and knees and I’ll do it,” Brandon said.

He was still hesitant.

“Okay, I’ll do it…I’ll sit on your face.”

“One condition.  If I tongue your ass, then I get to fuck it. I eat it, I fuck it.”

“I’d be too scared. You’re so big,” he said timidly.

Brandon pulled him up on top of him and wrapped both arms around him.  “Austin, I wouldn’t hurt you on purpose.  Yeah, it’ll hurt a little at first but you can handle it, cause I promise it’ll feel great after a minute or two. I’ll get you ready, so you want it. And if we start and you wanta change your mind, all you gotta do is say so, and I’ll stop. If you’re gay, I guarantee it’s gonna happen. It’s what gay guys do, they get fucked.  I’d like to be your first, rather than somebody you don’t know or can’t trust to be as easy and gentle as I will be.”

“Have you really been fucked, Brandon??”

“Yes. Scout’s honor, I’ve been fucked.”

“Did you like it?”

“I sorta did.  I mean, it felt good, but I’m just not built that way in my head.  My body’s built for it, but not my head.  So I never did it again,” he lied.  “You understand?  You’re built that way in your head – or you think you are – so your body can take it cause you want it….if you really do, and there’s only one way to find out.”

“You make too much sense, Brandon, and that’s scary.”

“We don’t have to,” Brandon said. “But at least let me show you how I can make you wanta try it. We can stop short of actually doing it.”

“You still want me to sit on your face?”

“Yeah.”

“Have you ever done that to anybody else?”

“No, but I’ve had it done to me, and it’s awesome.”

Still reluctant, Austin stood astraddle his cousin with his butt facing the headboard.  “I don’t need to hold your arms,” he said as he lowered himself over Brandon’s face.

Brandon took the boy’s firm, smooth butt in his hands and guided him down to his face. His tongue met Austin’s asshole, causing him to gasp with surprise.

“Ohhhh!  Ohhhh, fuck!  Ohhhh…ohhh, Brandon!  Ohh, Godd.”

“Told you it feels awesome,” Brandon said, his voice muffled.  When he felt Austin’s asshole begin to relax and open up, he shoved his tongue through his hole and made him cry out.  Then he introduced his finger, slowly, gently, but with persistence, till it was all the way in.  He continued kissing his butt and licking around his asshole.  He wriggled his finger around, searching, finding his prostate.

“OHHH!…Ohhh, Godd!  Ohhhh…Awwwhhhhh…ohhh, fuuccck, w-what’re you…..

w-what is that…Ohhhhh, Yess…Ohhh…I think you can…f-fuck me…Brandon.  Fuck me.”

   Brandon smiled and slowly pulled his finger free.  He used two fingers to pull the tiny hole open wider, stretching the tight muscle.  He drove his tongue up through the stretched hole.  Austin choked on his cries.  Suddenly he rose up and turned around, sitting down astraddle Brandon’s thighs.

“You can fuck me, Brandon,” he said, as he took hold of his cock in both hands.  “I want you to fuck me. I wanta know what it’s like.”

“All right,” Brandon said calmly.  “But if you change your mind……”

“I won’t change my mind,” Austin cut in.  “Even if I do, you ignore me.  I’m telling you I want it, and it don’t matter what I might say.”

“No, man, if you tell me stop, I’m gonna stop,” Brandon said.

“How do you wanta do it?” Austin asked.

“On your back, me on top. I wanta watch your face when I do it.  There’s something you gotta do first.”

“What?” he asked anxiously.

Brandon got up off the bed and pulled Austin to his feet.  He went to his closet and got out a Fleet that was hidden there. 

“What’s that?”

Brandon didn’t answer him.  He led him to the bathroom and handed him the bottle. “Use this. Read the directions. It’s not rocket science.”

About ten minutes later, Austin came back to the room. 

“Feel better?”

“Yeah,” Austin said, trying not to look embarrassed.  He handed Brandon the empty plastic bottle.

Brandon patted the bed.  Austin lay down and Brandon got between his legs, lifting them onto his shoulders. He squeezed the lube out of a small packet, into Austin’s hole then worked it in with his fingers.  He wiped his finger on the head of his cock.  He cupped his cousin’s butt in his big hands and lifted him higher off the mattress, letting his legs fall heavily over his upper body.