Date: Tue, 01 Jun 1999 21:47:11 PDT

From: Dave Kellond <[email protected]>

Subject: "Straight Boy"

This story is almost 100% true. The type of dope was changed to

protect the guilty. Everything written here happened in 1994 and 1995. No

names have been changed to protect anyone.

"Straight Boy - Part One"

The first time I saw Pat, I wasn't impressed. He was 19, skinny, and still

had braces on his teeth. The earrings in both ears sort of confused me,

since our common friend Roger told me he was straight. Then I began to

notice his eyes. Deep blue and piercing, they often wandered where a

straight guy's eyes wouldn't wander.

A few weeks later, while partying with my friend John, we ran out

of pot. I fished Pat's number out of my wallet and called him. He said

sure, he could set something up, but I'd have to drive. I picked him up

around the corner from his parents' house and we drove across town to make

the deal. On the way back, Pat said he wanted to party with me. When I

told him I was hanging out at John's, he said "Oh, that's cool."

I didn't know what to think. Pat MUST know that John is gay -- the

whole world knows John is gay! So, I decided to "test the waters". I told

Pat that John has been wanting to suck his dick for a long time, and he'd

probably try again. Pat just said "whatever".

We arrived at John's house to a skinny fag, hands on hips, bitching

about how long it took to get the weed. Fuck you, John, just be glad I

didn't take off and not come back. Then he saw Pat in my car, and all was

forgiven. John started right in on Pat, complimenting him on his clothes,

his hair, his body. I almost wretched. What did John see in this skinny

straight runt? He was just here to smoke our weed and nothing more. Or,

so I thought...

About an hour after sparking the first bong load, John had his

shoes and shirt off, and was sitting on the floor next to Pat, who was on

the couch. When I left the room to pee, I'm sure John totally

propositioned Pat, `cause when I came out of the bathroom, they were

walking into John's bedroom. John gave me the "shush" finger on his lips,

so I just sat down in front of the TV and channel surfed. After a few

minutes, they both came out of the bedroom, and Pat had a really strange

look, while John was licking his lips, muttering about how good it was.

John suddenly looked at me in horror.

"What?" I said.

"Hey dude, you can't tell anyone about this, OK?" Pat responded.

"Yeah, right. Just as long as I get to sample your sausage."

He just looked at me and said OK. I couldn't believe it. Pat, the

"Don Juan in his own mind" just agreed to a blow job. I stood up and told

him to "drop trou" and sit on the couch. I closed the drapes, and assumed

the position in front of him. What I saw astonished me. Pat's cock was

long! This skinny kid had 8 inches soft, and God-knows-what when hard. I

sort of gulped, leaned forward, and grasped his cock in my hand. I licked

up and down the shaft a bit, around his balls, then took the head into my

mouth. Soft and silky at first, he got hard in a hurry. And moaned a bit,

too.

Pat didn't last long. The steady stream of pre-cum that drooled

into my mouth while I sucked him turned into a torrent of hot boy-cum down

my throat. I struggled to keep most of it in my mouth, swallowing as he

shot. John looked on in amazement, hands on hips in his typical

queeny-bitch style.

"That was great, dude", an out of breath Pat whispered. "Thanks."

"You can have that any time you want, Pat." I said.

"Cool--"

Straight Boy - Part 2

Well, I didn't see Pat for about a week. During that time, I learned that

he had recently become a father, but didn't live with the girl. Perhaps

that would have sent up warning flags, but it didn't. Especially when he

called me late on Friday night.

"Hey dude, what's up?" he asked.

"Nothing, just burning some. What are you doing?" I said.

"I got my old man's car. Can I come over?"

"Sure, why not?"

About 30 minutes later, there was a knock at my door. I looked through the

peep hole and saw Pat standing there with another guy. `What's up with

this,' I thought. I checked out the other guy for a second. Not bad.

Tall, cute, dark hair, nice smile. I opened the door.

"Hey Dave, this is my friend Tim." Pat said as he walked past me into my

apartment. I should have pulled Pat aside and told him he had violated the

common courtesy rule of bringing someone over to a friend's house WITHOUT

first asking, or at least telling them. But, I didn't. I looked Tim over

and decided he was too cute to worry about Pat's ill manners.

"Hi Tim, nice to meet you", I said as we shook hands.

"Yeah, cool, dude," Tim managed to utter.

They both sat down on the couch and ogled over my bong and the tray of weed

sitting next to it. I told them to go ahead, consider it a "buffet". Pat

fired up a bong load, passed it to Tim, and we soon were getting very

stoned. I put on an Enya CD for background music, and began looking Tim

over. He seemed a bit nervous.

Finally, Pat spoke up.

"Hey Dave, I told Tim about our little party over at John's."

"Really? I thought you didn't want anyone to know." I replied.

"No, it's cool. Timmy and me have done the jerk off thing before, so I

figured it was OK to tell him about it." Tim nodded and kind of grinned as

Pat spoke.

"I see. So what do you guys wanna do tonight?" I asked.

Tim looked at Pat. Pat started to say something, then looked back at Tim.

Then Tim just looked at me and grinned some more. At last, he spoke.

"Well, look, dude, I was wondering--" his voice trailed off.

"Sure, why not," I said. "But, tonight's gonna be the last one-way street,

OK? I like participants, not spectators, if you know what I mean--" Both

guys smiled. They knew what I meant. I told Tim to stand up, and I reached

for his beltbuckle and opened up his pants. He was wearing CK briefs, and I

slid them down along with his pants to reveal a semi-hard 8 or 9 inch

monster, cut, with bushy dark brown pubes. I'm sure my mouth was watering

as I licked the head and slowly took his length into my mouth.

"Oh, yeah! That feels so good!" Tim exclaimed.

I started to get a good suck motion going up and down his long cock, and I

saw out of the corner of my eye Pat taking his pants off. Pat was stroking

his cock as I was slobbering all over Tim's. I reached out and took Pat's

cock in my hand and started stroking it for him. Both guys were uttering

low moaning sounds.

Now, at this point, I'm in a somewhat uncomfortable position, sort of wedged

between my coffee table and couch, on my knees, sucking one cock and

stroking another. I thought - shit, we should be in the bedroom. So, I

released Tim's and Pat's cocks, stood up, and motioned for them to follow me

into my bedroom. They almost stampeded me to get there first. I took a

moment to get undressed, and the boys shucked their shirts so we were all

laying naked on my king size bed.

I looked at Pat and he knew what I wanted. Nervously, he reached over and

grasped my hardening cock. I felt a tingle go through me like none before.

Here was this straight guy with his hand gripping my hardon! At the same

time, I resumed sucking on Tim's lengthening rod, and began playing with his

balls. Tim, to my surprise, started feeling my balls, and then a finger

strayed to my butthole. This guy is supposed to be straight, I thought? He

zeroed in on my asshole like he had radar.

Meanwhile Pat was continued to stroke my dick, and looking at Tim.

They exchanged some kind of non-verbal message just before Pat shocked hell

out of me by swallowing my cock. Judging by his lack of technique -- too

much teeth, and not breathing through his nose -- I figured this was the

first time he'd ever sucked a cock. I was in heaven, though, sucking a

straight guy's dick while his buddy is sucking mine, and for a bonus, having

my asshole frigged at the same time.

Tim didn't last long, and began spurting his hot teen cum into my mouth. I

sucked and sucked and swallowed, not losing a single drop.

He also inserted a second finger in my ass, and I knew I was about to unload

in my rookie cocksucker, Pat's, mouth. I decided I should give him the

option of tasting cum or not, so I told him I was about to shoot. As

expected, he pulled off, but continued jacking me off until I shot.

After another round of bonging, we returned to my bed. This time, Tim

wanted more than just to be sucked. I soon found myself on my back, with

Pat's cock in my mouth, and Tim lubing up my hole. I could not believe my

good fortune. Here were two horny 19 year old college boys that I only knew

through my pot connection, taking bold steps toward a new definition of

their sexuality. Pat's cock tasted wonderful, and he was much more relaxed

as he knelt by my head. Tim, meanwhile, had three fingers stuck up my ass,

causing my cock to drool a bit of precum. He really surprised me by taking

my cock in his hand,

and spreading the precum around the head and stroking me a bit.

As Pat began a steady moaning from the oral service I gave him, Tim

placed his cock at my back door. I felt him gently shove just the head into

my love chute. Now, ordinarily, I'd insist on a condom, but somehow I

rationalized that this young kid from the rich suburbs was not likely to be

diseased, so I said "what the fuck", and let him have me bareback. He

slowly slid more and more of his huge cock into me, until I felt his pubes

tickling my ass cheeks. He gripped my ankles, now high in the air above me,

and began stroking in and out. Pat was about to come, as he began fucking

my face and really grunting and moaning.

Tim didn't last long. He moaned as he sped up, and I began to tighten up my

hole as I was so stimulated from his pounding of my prostate. I knew we

were both close. Pat shot first, half in my mouth, the rest all over my

face and hair! Then I clamped down on Tim's huge dick and shot all over

myself, just as Tim pounded me harder and let loose his hot teen cum up my

ass. He continued fucking me, and I experienced more contractions and sort

of shot a dry load that maybe had a bit of precum in it -- it was kinda

weird. Finally Tim pulled his cock out of my ass. I grabbed a towel and

wiped myself off.

Pat was the first to jump off the bed and head for the bong. I was busy

wiping off Tim's cock when I got another surprise. He looked me right in

the eye and said "That was so cool. I hope we can do this again." I

continued to look into his eyes, and they gave away what he was feeling. A

moment later, Tim and I were locked in a very passionate kiss, standing

naked in my bedroom. I don't think I'll classify Tim as straight anymore.

We kissed for several minutes, and didn't even notice Pat walk into the

room. He didn't say anything, then left to hit the bong again.

Straight Boy - Part Three

It was all I could do to get Tim out of my bedroom. Although I couldn't see

Pat, I could sort of feel him seething as he helped himself to my weed and

bong. When Tim and I finally emerged from my room, Pat gave me a look that

seemed to say, "You fucking fag! You've recruited my best friend, damn

you!"

Tim was still on a euphoric high from having what was probably the best and

most intense sex of his young life. Clearly, he had wanted to do everything

we did. He seemed to initiate most of it, so I didn't hold back. Pat, on

the other hand, had the look of a confused guy who was remorseful over

having just sucked another guy's dick for the first time. It was a very

awkward situation, to say the least!

Finally, Pat spoke. "Hey Timmy, you ready to split, or are you gonna stay

here tonight?"

The silence was deafening. Tim was struggling with what to say. On the one

hand, Pat was his friend and his ride home. On the other, he'd just had

great sex, and the prospect of more showed in his eyes. At the time, I was a

bit annoyed at Pat for assuming it would be OK for Tim to stay the night.

Tim looked at Pat, then at me, then back at Pat. I must not have had a very

approving look on my face, because Tim answered, "Yeah, I guess we better

head out."

Pat said he had to "drain the lizard", and went into the bathroom. While he

was gone, I told Tim that although we hadn't even talked about it, he was

welcome to spend the night. He realized he had only a minute before Pat

returned from taking a piss, so he grabbed me, and initiated another kiss.

Damn, this boy was hot! I pulled back, and said, "Should I take that as a

yes?" He just smiled.

When Pat walked back into the living room, Tim was sitting in a chair across

from me, with his shoes off. Pat noticed and asked if he had changed his

mind about leaving. Tim said he was going to stay. I tried not to look

directly at Pat, but I could feel his stare burning a hole in the side of my

head. Pat had taken the first steps a week earlier, in discovering his

sexuality, and seemed to enjoy it. Now, he actually appeared to be jealous

that his friend was willing to go further with it than he had. Pat made for

the door, saying "OK, I'll leave you two lovebirds alone. Call me tomorrow,

Timmy, OK?" Tim nodded to Pat as he closed the door, and I deadbolted it

behind him.

What a night! Here I am, doing bong hits with a guy I just met, who has

already fucked me up the ass, and who I'll be sharing my bed with tonight.

I'm starting to wonder: Just how did I get myself into this mess? OK, it's

not really a mess. Tim is a hot guy. He's about 6'4", maybe 180 pounds,

dark brown hair and eyes, more zits than whiskers, a really cute smile, and

none of those stupid piercings or tattoos. I should be celebrating. But,

time will tell if this is anything more than an experimental fling for my

new young friend.

After attaining another good buzz from the weed, Tim and I went back to my

bedroom, and removed our clothes. He grabbed me and we fell together on to

my bed, locked at the lips and moaning a bit as we went. I could feel his

hard cock pressed up against my leg, as well as my own pre-cum drooling onto

my stomach. Damn, this kid was hot! I paused a moment, then re-engaged our

make-out session like this was our last chance to have sex before the

nuclear bombs fell. Tim reciprocated, running his hands all over my body,

particularly my ass and cock. After several minutes of this, I pulled away,

and sipped on a glass of water, offering Tim some. As he drank, I decided

to taste his manhood again. Turning so that I was facing his feet, I dove

on his rock hard, pre-cum dripping, eight inch tool. In doing so, my cock

wound up just inches from Tim's face. He put down the glass of water and

moaned slightly as I engulfed his dick, burying my nose in his pubes. He

leaned toward me and began to lick the shaft of my cock. I almost came on

the spot, but continued sucking the giant tool attached to this sexy

teenager.

Tim was clearly on an adventure. It didn't take long after I began sucking

his cock that he decided to try sucking mine. Now, mine isn't real long --

only about 6 to 6-1/2 inches, but it's pretty big around -- somewhere

between 5-1/2 to 6 inches. He had some difficulty taking more than half of

it into his mouth, and he hadn't figured out how to keep his teeth from

scraping my shaft, or how to breathe while sucking continuously. All of

this was to be expected, as he was a young guy sucking cock -- my cock!! --

for the first time.

I felt Tim jerk a bit and buck his hips upward just as he let loose his load

of teen-spunk into my sucking mouth. Four or five hot thick jets of his cum

shot into my mouth, and I had to react quickly to keep it from dripping out.

I wanted to taste this boy, and enjoy his hot slippery load. Mmmmmmmm!!!!

Damn, he tasted good. He seemed to lose his desire to suck me when he

came, and released my cock to focus on stroking the last spurts of cum from

his own cock. I sort of rolled over and laid there, licking my lips,

enjoying the remnants of his teen juice.

"Damn, Dave, that was fucking great!" he said, a bit out of breath,

"Thanks, dude."

"Hey, anytime. You're really hot, Tim. I like sucking your dick. Perhaps

I could offer you a lesson?" I said, hinting that he could improve his

technique, without directly criticizing what he had attempted.

"Yeah, I guess I really don't do it as well as you, huh? How do keep your

mouth on it the whole time? And what did you do with my cum?" he asked,

innocently, just wanting to know.

Wow. This kid was hooked. I sort of reflected on that for a second. Here I

was, a thirty-something manager in a high tech company, having sex with a

19 year old college guy who had never been with a man before. It struck me

that I sort of had a responsibility to be not only sex partner, play toy,

and cum receptacle, but also to be mentor, teacher, and guardian as Tim

discovered the intricacies of gay sex.

"Here, Tim, let me show you. First you have to make sure your nose and

sinuses are completely clear before you start sucking. You have to breathe

entirely through your nose, or else you'll expend all your energy quickly,

and have to stop to gasp for air. Get it?"

"Yeah, sure, that makes sense, now that you explain it."

"The other thing you need to do is extend your lips, upper and lower, so

that they cover the tops of your front teeth. That way you don't scrape

your teeth along the guy's dick." Tim had a look of not understanding, so I

said, "Let me demonstrate." I took hold of his now softening cock, and

sucked it a few times as I would normally. Then I said, "Now, I won't cover

my teeth." Immediately he felt the difference, and said, "Oh, wow, that's

what I was doing to you -- I'm sorry dude, I hope it doesn't hurt too bad."

I dropped his cock from my mouth, leaned over and kissed him. "Don't worry

about it. You did fine. And I'm sure you'll continue to improve your

technique." He reinitiated our make out session, and we held each other,

our dicks growing harder as we ran our hands all over each other, locking in

a passionate kiss.

Tim pulled back slowly, and asked "Dave, what's it like to get fucked?" Oh

boy! Was he serious? Could I be this lucky?

Stay tuned for part 4. Does Tim lose his cherry? And what happens to Pat?

Straight Boy - Part Four

I sat there on the bed, my arms around this really cute 19 year old guy,

trying to figure out how I should answer his question. I decided on the

scientific approach.

"Getting fucked feels really good, Tim. It's because the guy's dick is

sliding across your prostate from inside your rectum -- your asshole." I

paused a moment, as Tim had a confused look on his face -- gosh, imagine that

at a moment like this! I continued, "OK, think about the last time you were

kinda constipated, and you had to strain a little to shit out a big ol' fat

turd. Didn't you also notice a tingly feeling and maybe your dick and

asshole throbbed a little bit? Maybe you even leaked a little pre-cum?"

"Yeah! That's exactly what happened to me last week. I was so hot, I just

gripped my dick and jerked off while I shit, and in no time blew a huge

load", he said excitedly.

"Bingo! That's a short preview of what it's like to get fucked."

Tim sat there looking at me, seemingly lost in thought. I figured he was

thinking over the evening's events. I was beginning to sober up a bit, as

we hadn't hit the bong in a while. Maybe Tim was sobering up too, and

re-evaluating his sexual limits.

"Earth to Tim," I finally said.

He looked right into my eyes, pulled me close, and kissed me. Not an

ordinary kiss, it was a really passionate, let's fuck til we drop kind of

kiss. Once again, I was in heaven. This is a hot, wiry, fresh young stud --

and he's naked in my bed. Life is so damn good at this very moment.

Unfortunately, that would change very soon. My dick failed to cooperate.

Tim and I made out for quite a while, until he told me he wanted to get

fucked. I stroked, he sucked, we ground together, but nothing worked. Not

even a crane would have done the trick. Sometimes I wonder if it's the weed

somehow affecting me when this happens. It doesn't happen a lot, maybe 5 or

10 percent of the time, but this was just plain bad timing.

Tim and I finally pulled a sheet over ourselves, fell asleep, and didn't

get up until almost noon on Saturday. It was a cool overcast morning, the

kind that makes you just want to just stay in bed. Of course, looking over

at Tim and recalling our night together made me really want to stay in bed

all day. We did fool around a bit when he woke up, but he had to be at work

at 3, and I had to drive him half way across the county. The shower we took

together was fun. We soaped and groped, and didn't get out until the hot

water began to run out.

We didn't talk much on the drive to Tim's parents' house. He took my

number, and we agreed to get together again soon, but didn't nail down a

specific time. I wanted to set a date and time, but figured I'd better not

put any undue pressure on Tim. After all, he probably needed some time

alone to reflect on what had happened in the last twelve hours. I dropped

him off around the corner from his house, and headed home.

On the 50 minute drive back home, I realized that I had no easy way of

getting hold of Tim. He didn't volunteer his phone number, and I didn't see

exactly which house was his. Well, I thought, I can just get in touch with

him through Pat, right? Hmmmmmm, that's no guarantee, either, considering I

don't think I got a good read on Pat's state of mind when he left last

night. OK, Dave, just don't worry about it. This will all work out, I told

myself. I think I mentally crossed my fingers, too.

When I picked up the phone at home, the broken dial tone I heard alerted me

to new messages. I called voice mail, and there was a message from Pat. He

just said to call him. I dialed his number, and he answered right away.

"Hey Pat, it's Dave."

"Hey dude. So how did it go last night? You really like Timmy, don't you?"

"Yeah, he's a fun guy."

"Right! He's a fun guy with a big dick. I couldn't believe he fucked you,

dude. That thing is so huge."

"Like I said, Pat, a lot of fun."

"Cool. Hey, do you think we can do that some time?"

"Maybe. I guess you're OK with everything last night, huh?"

"Dude, I must be. I get so fucking hard thinking about the stuff we did. I

must be gay or something. What do you think?"

"If you have to put a label on it, sure, you're probably gay. But, you're

also a horny young dude, with lots of sex drive."

"Yeah, I got that all right, dude! Hey, I gotta pick up Timmy from work

around eleven. Can we come over? I even got a bag of the killer buds today

I'll bring with..."

"Sure. Just give me a call when you're on your way, OK?"

"You got it, dude! See ya tonight!"

"Later, Pat."

Damn! I AM the luckiest guy in the world. Not only does lanky, big-dicked

Tim want me to fuck HIM, but skinny punk Pat wants to fuck ME! So now, my

dick gets hard. I swear, hardons can be just like cops -- never around when

you need one, or they pop up at the damnedest moments. Go figure.

Eleven o'clock came and went. Shortly before midnight, Pat called and said

they were just leaving the restaurant where Tim worked. I asked Pat if Tim

was excited about tonight. The next thing I heard was Tim screaming "LET'S

PAR-TEEEE!!!!" in the backgound. Well, that answered that question. And,

right on cue, my dick got hard again.

They should be here in about 45 minutes. Anticipation!!

Stay tuned for Part 5

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Date: Fri, 18 Jun 1999 13:09:21 PDT

From: Dave Kellond <[email protected]>

Subject: Straight Boy

Straight Boy - Part 5

My dick began to harden immediately when I heard the knock at the front

door. I checked the peep hole and saw my two smiling young college boys.

Damn, I hadn't realized just how cute they looked together. I

wonder...nah, they probably aren't ready for THAT! Or, are they?

As expected, Pat and Tim made a bee-line for my bong, and loaded it up with

"some killer stuff" Pat brought. I checked it out, and took way too big a

hit, nearly coughing up a lung in the process. The weed had mellowed Tim a

bit, and he slouched down in the couch, a bit chinese-eyed with a noticeable

hardness growing in his pants. I realized I was staring at it when he began

laughing.

"Can't wait, eh, dude?"

"Oh, shit, sorry -- didn't mean to stare. OK, yeah I did." I laughed.

Pat already had his shoes off, and pulled his shirt up over his head. He

really needed to bulk up a bit. I could see his ribs, and he sort of had

"bony girl arms", to go along with a complete lack of hair except in his

pits. Tim was a bit better developed. His pecs had a bit of definition and

his arms had begun to take a tight muscular shape. As he removed his shirt,

I once again feasted my eyes on the treasure trail leading from his "inny"

navel down to his boxers. Yeah, I had seen enough to be fully hard. It was

time to play!

I decided to tease them a bit when I said, "OK, last one naked is a flaming

queer fag!"

"Fuck you, Dave," retorted Pat, while Tim just grinned as he stripped.

"Hey, I think that's the idea, isn't it, Pat?" We all laughed, and casually

made our way into my bedroom.

I followed Tim and, as soon as he turned to see where we were, I put my arms

around him and drew him in to a hot lip-lock. He returned the kiss very

passionately, groping me all over as we did tongue dances in each other's

mouth. Yep, it's going to be difficult to think of him as a straight boy

anymore. He was so into making out, and his stiff cock was already drooling

precum.

"Geez, you guys ought to just get married," observed Pat.

"Can't. It's illegal," Tim replied. Again we all laughed, and sort of fell

on my bed in a tangle of arms, legs, and rock hard dicks.

Tim whispered in my ear that he wanted me to fuck him. At almost the same

time, Pat said out loud that he wanted to fuck me. I could have died right

there, and passed on as the happiest man in the world. I had two cute

teenage college boys, naked in my bed, plotting the night's sexual

adventures. Now I was sure life could not possibly get any better.

While I was already mostly hard, I needed to get to that "steel rod" state

before attempting any anal action. I motioned to Tim to suck me. He dove

on my cock like a kid bobbing for apples at a Halloween party -- minus the

teeth! Well, well, this boy had listened and learned, and now I was

enjoying a nice blowjob from the hot stud. Meanwhile, Pat knelt next to me,

and began tweeking my nipples, his cock swinging just inches from my mouth.

Mmmmmmm, time to taste boymeat again! I inhaled his semi-hard dick and

began to deep throat him.

Tim had settled into a rythym of steadily sucking up and down my cock, and I

was starting to get real hard. I paused in sucking Pat's cock long enough

to wet two fingers with saliva, and reached for Tim's hole. He groaned -- or

moaned, I'm never sure what to call it -- as I slipped first one finger, then

two into his tight virgin ass. Pat was now literally fucking my mouth, as

the three of us became one hot, horny, and sweaty tangled mess on my bed.

Suddenly, Pat jerked and slammed his cock deep in my mouth and shot

several spurts of hot cum down my throat. I almost gagged, but managed to

recover and swallow his boyjuice. He yelled out loud, then rolled over his

back, breathing hard and just staring at the ceiling. I pulled my cock out

of Tim's now talented mouth, and reached for the KY. As I began smearing it

into Tim's hole, he sort of giggled, commenting on how cold the lubricant

felt. Then he watched intently as I coated my rock hard cock with it. I

kept two fingers in his hole as I pushed his legs up and put a pillow under

his ass. He looked me directly in the eye while I aimed my dick at his

soon-to-no-longer-be-virgin butthole. Tim kinda smiled and Pat looked on,

still panting.

I was amazed at how easily my cock slid in. Tim barely whinced, and

certainly didn't complain. He began a rocking motion as soon as I was

buried all the way up him. I slowly withdrew my dick to the last inch, then

slowly slid back in. I repeated this motion several times, then asked him,

"are you ready to get fucked?"

"Yeah, fuck me, Dave -- fuck my hole!", Tim hissed.

I didn't need an engraved invitation to answer his request. I began

slamming my cock in and out of his ass. Tim sort of grunted and moaned,

and jerked his own cock for a bit. Then, to my surprise, Pat reached in and

took over for Tim, jerking him every bit as hard as I was fucking him. Tim

rolled his head to one side, and just groaned real low, smiling, and

obviously enjoying the sensation of having a man's dick in his ass.

About a minute later, Pat's stroking paid off. Tim shot a geyser of cum all

over Pat's arm, his own chest, and some even landed on his chin. When he

shot, his ass totally clamped down on my cock, and I knew I'd be spewing

soon. I just kept stroking, and the Tim's ass contractions continued. I

slammed deep one last time, and spilled my load up this teenage ex-virgin

stud's ass. Spurt upon spurt accompanied an orgasm as strong as any I can

ever remember. I pulled out and rolled over on the bed, exhausted! I

kissed Tim lightly on the lips and whispered, "Thanks, bud, you are really

hot."

"Fuck yeah, dude, that was awesome!" Tim exclaimed. It looked like it

would take a crowbar to pry the smile from his face. He looked truly happy

and fulfilled. Well, filled, at least!

"Yeah, I'm glad ... you ... liked it," I said, gasping for air, sitting up,

enjoying the moment, and noticing cum leaking out of Tim's ass. I laid back

down, still in my post-orgasm pant. Pat, meanwhile, had

grabbed the KY, and was unscrewing the cap from his new position,

between my legs. I could see his cock was standing at full mast. I still

hadn't caught my breath.

"Pat, let's wait a little while for that, OK?" I suggested.

"Aw, man, that was so hot, I'm ready to go now."

"Well, I'm not -- give me a few minutes--".

Tim interupted, "Hey, dude, I'm ready -- I wanna do it again right now! Come

fuck my ass, Pat."

Ah, the resilience of youth -- tireless in play! I watched as Pat lubed his

cock, then placed it at Tim's entrance. My shrinking dick suddenly came

back to life when I saw Pat's cock slide all the way into Tim's ass in one

stroke. Once in, they were like rabbits! I had a front row seat for the

hottest sex I've ever seen between two young guys. If I'd had a video tape

of this, it would be worth a fortune.

Tim and Pat fucked away for almost ten minutes. During that time, a few

barriers came down. Pat, who had twice before rebuffed my attempts to kiss

him, was now initiating deep open mouth kissing with Tim. As their orgasms

neared, Pat sped up, and the room was filled with sounds of his cock

pistoning rapidly in and out of Tim's cum-filled ass. Finally, Tim shot a

long rope of cum between them, spilling out on to the bed (damn, gotta

change the sheets AGAIN!), and judging from Pat's grunts and moans, he

unloaded his cream into Tim's overflowing ass.

I lit a cigarette, and kinda stared at the scene in my room. I imagine I

had a look of total bliss. Could it get any better than this?

Straight Boy - Final Chapter

Tim and Pat and I sort of collapsed together on my bed and slept until early

Sunday morning. Pat was the first to wake up, when Tim's knee found his

ribs. The abrupt yell woke us all up, and we quickly realized it was shower

time.

I went first, and was soon joined by Pat. He wasted no time in

demonstrating that his straight days were over. Although he still wore

braces on his teeth, he could kiss. He kissed me everywhere, and finally

engulfed my cock in his mouth just as Tim climbed in the shower. I realized

this wouldn't work for long because the shower was not big enough to

accommodate us all. When I jumped out, Pat just grabbed Tim's dick, and

continued sucking.

Pat and Tim fooled around a bit longer in the shower, then got out and

joined me in the living room for a morning bong. It was 8 AM on a Sunday,

and we're wearing towels, smoking pot.

"So, what are you guys gonna do today," I asked.

Tim looked at Pat. Pat looked at me. I looked at Tim. Finally, Pat

spoke. "How about if we hang out here with you?"

Damn, I thought, what have I created, or, at least, inspired? These two

are going to wear me out. Oh, well...

"Sure. You guys can do whatever you want."

"Cool," Pat said. "How about if we all take turns fucking each other?

I think I wanna try getting fucked. Tim says it's the best." He looked at

Tim as he said it, and Tim smiled a real sheepish grin, then laughed.

"It IS the best, dude." Tim exclaimed.

After a couple more bongs, we adjourned back to my bedroom. Instead of

changing the sheets, I just threw another clean sheet on top of what had

already dried. I figured laundry was laundry, and I'd be doing more than my

share after this weekend was over.

Pat had cleaned his asshole really well in the shower. I found that out

when I dived between his legs and began licking his hairless pink pucker.

It smelled good, it tasted good, and I was about to fuck my second virgin in

the last twelve hours. Tim, meanwhile, was getting in some sucking practice

on my cock. He had become a natural. His ability to suck my cock to the

root without getting his teeth in the way had improved dramatically.

I found the KY, and began lubing up Pat's ass. My dick was fully hard now

after Tim's mouth and tongue had done the trick. Pat had this really

relaxed look on his face, almost angelic, as I pushed his legs back and

placed my cock at his hole. Slowly, I eased my dick into him. He tensed

and contorted a bit during penetration. Pat began to smile when my cock was

all the way in. I returned the smile and leaned over to kiss him. He was

hot! He licked my face when I pulled away from kissing him and started to

slide my dick in and out of his devirginized hole. Damn, this boy is tight!

"Oh yeah, Timmy, you were right, this is the best. Come on Dave, fuck me.

Fuck me good. This is awesome--", Pat commented, almost under his breath.

I continued a slow, steady fuck of my skinny young friend. He looked me

right in the eye and smiled a blissful smile, while I glanced periodically

at my cock engulfed by his tight little ass. What an amazing feeling. Tim,

meanwhile, decided to take a turn at rimming, so I had the additional

sensation of having my ass tongued as I fucked Pat. The sum of both

feelings built up an intense surge in my balls, and I quickly unloaded a

blast of cum up Pat. He must have felt it, because his assring clamped down

on my dick, and he shot all over himself, even getting some on his face and

in his hair. I held my dick in him, and leaned over to lick the cum off his

face.

When I pulled out, Tim announced, "My turn!", and almost knocked me out of

the way, guiding his hard dick toward Pat's stretched and cum-dripping hole.

Pat grunted a bit when Tim entered him, but began to rock back toward him,

and urged him on, "Yeah, dude, that's it, fuck me with your monster cock.

Fuck me good!"

Once again, I had a front row seat for hot teenage boy-sex. They went at it

for about 5 minutes, then Tim sped up, grunting and groaning, and finally

spewing another hot load up Pat's behind. We all sort of collapsed

together, panting, grinning, and stroking each other. Tim's face was inches

from mine, and we attracted like magnets, kissing and licking at each other.

Damn, this kid was hot!

Pat got up and found the KY. When I felt his cold fingers at my backside, I

knew what he had in mind. He didn't cum from Tim fucking him, but still had

a big hardon. A moment later, his dick was buried up my ass while I laid on

my side. Although much thinner and shorter than Tim's, Pat cock still did

the trick. I spewed something that resembled a load, while making out with

Tim, and then felt Pat blast his cum in my ass.

I was done. Fucked out. Beat.

And, so were Pat and Tim. We all cat-napped for a couple of hours, then

took turns in the shower before they left. I didn't even have enough energy

to hold a conversation about when we would all do this again. They just

left, smiling.

I didn't see much of Tim and Pat after that weekend. Pat moved in with a

friend from high school, and Tim became a regular in his bed for a while.

Unfortunately, Pat also got into some trouble with the cops after being

stopped one night. It seems he had been "loading" our bong hits with flakes

of freebase cocaine (no wonder that shit was so powerful!). He wound up

doing some jail time, and Tim moved with his parents to southern California

a few months later.

I've lost touch with both guys over the years, but I often think about that

magical weekend when a couple of straight college boys discovered their true

sexual desires, and enlisted me to turn them from virgins to men. I doubt

I'll ever have as exciting a sexual experience again in my life, so I

figured writing it down will just have to do.

I hope you enjoyed the story --- it's as true as I can remember, and

something I will never forget.

THE END

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