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Jet after jet of semen spurted from my cock, arcing down over his chest and
thighs. I had never come so hard before; it was difficult to remain standing
as the dizzying sensations swept through my body, a tingling fire centered
on the incessant spastic pulsing of my painfully-stretched erection; so much
come was surging through my urethra that it felt as if I was pissing, as
each crushing contraction gripped my groin. His hand hadn’t moved on my
shaft since before I had started coming, and somehow that made the orgasm
even more intense, sustained by its own inevitable pressure.

Paul was obviously enormously turned on by this display; he had let his free
hand move to his own erection, and was jacking it between his thumb and two
fingers; and as the spurting of my rod slowly subsided into a pulsing flow
dripping from its tip down onto his lap, I noticed several small spurts of
semen arc from his little hardon to merge with the erratic pools of my come
that were splattered all over his thighs.

The last few pulses of orgasm dwindled, and my erection started drooping in
his hand. I was dizzy and my legs felt weak; I backed away from him and sat
down on the edge of the bed. Looking over at Paul and the extent to which he
was covered with the result of our activities, I said, ”Looks like you’ll
need the towel today!” He looked down at himself, holding both hands up for
inspection also, and smiled a private smile, obviously satisfied in some way
by what he was seeing.

I saw he couldn’t get up without dripping all over the floor and making a
further mess, so I got up and got him a towel from my bathroom, and started
dressing as he cleaned himself up. We didn’t speak while we got dressed,
until, as he went to unlock the door, he turned back to me and said, “I
can’t come over tomorrow afternoon, I have guitar; but I think I can sneak
over tomorrow night after my folks think I’m in bed... if you wanted me
to...”. I was surprised how strong the surge of disappointment that welled
up at his first words was, but it was short-lived, quickly replaced by
anticipation as he finished his statement. I answered him, “Yeah, I guess
that would be ok, you can climb in through my window, just come tap on it.”

4.

The rest of that day I reflected on this strange arrangement I had gotten
myself into. On the one hand I felt like I should be shocked by the
perversion of blatantly having outright sex with another boy; this was
ordinarily unthinkable to me, and I should be horrified at having allowed
myself to become involved in anything like that; but somehow the fact that I
could totally trust the secrecy of our situation and Paul’s obvious
commitment to it, doing anything it would take to get me to acquiesce in his
obsessions, freed me from needing to think of it as perverted. It seemed
that I was actually only concerned about what other people would think of
me; and freed from that concern, my values seemed to actually be total
hedonism, pure amoral pleasure-seeking.

But the clincher was the sensation! I came so hard when he did me, I’d never
experienced anything like it in my life! The sensation of someone else’s
touch on my cock, magnified by their eagerness and the background sense of
the nastiness of violating a taboo, sent my body into such incredible
explosions of release! It was so powerful a sensation that I was totally
addicted from the start; it felt so good that I would have done anything to
repeat it. Even though it was Paul who was being my “slave”, in actuality it
was I who was enslaved, by the attraction of my own intense lust for the
incredible release that the huge orgasms he wrung from me brought.

The following day I again felt free and happy, ecstatic that the normalcy of
my life could coexist with such secret indulgences with no repercussions.
After school and into the evening I found myself growing more and more
aroused in anticipation of Paul’s visit later on. As my normal bedtime
approached, I said goodnight to my parents and went into my room like I
usually did; but tonight as I entered my room, I locked the door.

I had a hardon as soon as I entered the room; I took off my pajama bottoms
and lay back on the bed, gripping and squeezing my cock. It was burning with
eagerness, rock-hard already. I didn’t do anything more than squeeze it; I
wanted to be able to last as long as possible with Paul, to have the biggest
come I could; but cream was already flowing down my cockhead in
anticipation.

Before too long there was a tap at my window, and I got up and went over to
open it. Paul clambered in without too much commotion; and when he noticed
my condition, that eager glazed look that I was coming to recognize came
over his eyes, as he stared hungrily at my huge erection.

I went and lay down on the bed and he knelt at its side, as he had the first
time he did me. Seeing how wet I was already, without instructions he
reached over and cupped the tip of my cock’s large head, smearing the cream
that had built up there around it and down its thick shaft. He then
continued to glide his hand up and down my shaft extremely slowly, letting
his hand slide in the fluids that were shinily coating it, producing a wet,
sticky sound with each slow stroke.

“Is that ok?”, he asked quietly. I told him to go really slow, or I’d come
right away; I was really hot tonight. “Yeah, me too! I was thinking about
this all day...I bet I’ll come just from seeing you shoot off!” Then he
added, “Let me try this- my friend and I discovered it and we really liked
it- it makes you really hot, but won’t make you come.”

As he spoke, he moved his hand down my shaft to its bottom, so he was
loosely encircling the base of my erection, his fingertips in my pubic hair,
and he carefully started to work his thumb down along the shaft behind my
balls. It felt a little weird at first, but it was ok. I was surprised how
far down behind my balls he was able to get his thumb; then he started
feeling it around, until he found a swelling bulge at the base of the shaft,
and started to push on it, slowly massaging it with a bit of pressure.

It felt delicious! Not quite like being jacked off, but the pressure was
hitting some very sexual part of my anatomy; I felt more cream starting to
ooze up my urethra, as if the pressure he was exerting was milking it out,
and it made my erection swell even harder. “Is that ok?” he asked; and as I
felt the cream flowing thickly up through my erection from my balls under
his milking, all I could do was groan, which Paul understood.

He did me like that for maybe ten or fifteen minutes; he had me creaming
steadily, but sure enough I didn’t feel like coming- or rather, I felt like
I was coming the whole time, without the urge to shoot off. He didn’t touch
my shaft the whole time, which was rock hard, sticking straight out swollen,
shiny with the cream that was flowing in a steady stream from its tip,
waving slightly as he wiggled his thumb. It was incredible, being so close
to coming for so long; pure paradise!

“Oh man, that’s really incredible! I feel like I’ve been coming this whole
time! Why don’t you go back and jack it really slow for a while for a change
of pace?”

Obliging, he slowly withdrew his thumb, and slid his hand up my thick shaft.
It was so wet with the cream he had been milking from my balls that there
was almost no friction at all, and his hand moved wetly up to and over my
cockhead, then back down. It felt incredible; he really had the knack, if he
had done me any faster I would have come, but he did it just slow enough to
keep me on the edge.

He kept it up. Several times I had to make him pause for a minute while the
urge to come subsided, then he would start in again, working me to the edge.
The last time we had to wait almost two minutes, I was so hot! My prick
throbbed over and over, giving a little jump with each pulse, but I didn’t
come.

Then he started in again, moving so slowly his hand almost didn’t seem to be
moving; but even so, I felt my erection swelling even more, as the now
inevitable grip of impending orgasm seized my body.

We were both watching my soaked shaft intently, and he noticed the
additional swelling at the same time I felt it. “You’re going to come?” he
asked intently; I gasped “Yeah”. He slid his hand down to the bottom of my
shaft and just held it firmly, pointing it straight up.

I felt the pre-orgasmic paralysis wash over my body, more slowly and
inevitably than I had ever felt it. Then my vision receded as if I was
watching from a long ways away, dizziness welling up in my head, as the
fiery tingling started to build in my hands and feet, slowly building in to
the center of my body and my groin.

Paul hadn’t moved his hand as my orgasm continued to build, which even added
to its intensity. I felt as if a volcano was building in my body, the
sensation getting stronger and stronger, way past what I had ever felt
before.

Then, I felt as if a flash of lightning went off in my head, and I came.

I had never come so hard before: the first jet of semen shot like a cannon
three feet straight up into the air, followed by another and another,
raining down on my cock and belly and Paul’s hand and arm.

He started jacking me furiously as I shot off. More and more come surged
through my throbbing erection, more than I had ever seen before in all my
life. It was splattering on everything, raining down all over us. My
erection leaped with each contraction, bouncing back and forth comically as
I continued to come.

Gradually the jets started subsiding into a thick, pulsing flow of semen,
running down my cockhead and shaft and over Paul’s hand as I continued to
come, pooling on my belly, swelling the puddles already splattered there.
Paul sensitively was slowing his jacking as my orgasm started to lessen, and
as the last few spasms gripped my groin, he slowed to a stop, then gave my
well-worked cock several long, milking strokes to get the last of the fluid
out.

I collapsed back, completely drained. I’d never experienced anything close
to this before; I’d had many great orgasms of course, but nothing this
total. I felt completely fulfilled, entirely drained of any tension
whatsoever, afloat in a sea of ecstasy. I lay back and breathed, enjoying my
newfound completeness, as the room slowly came back to my awareness.

Looking up, I noticed Paul, still holding my cock, as it was slowly losing
its erection. He also looked totally happy; and as he saw me looking at him,
he pointedly looked down at his lap, which was wet too, and, smiling, said,
“I came too.”

As we used the towels I had layed out earlier to mop ourselves up, we agreed
how awesome that had been. He told me how he couldn’t believe how much come
I had shot off, and how I just seemed to keep coming and coming, and how he
had come just from seeing the thick ropes of semen arcing up into the air
again and again from my hardon; and I told him how incredible it had felt,
how I had never come like that before. He told me how when he had first seen
me come with his brother, he had been amazed, and had vowed right then that
he would make me come even harder; and now he had.

He got dressed as I put on my pajamas, and after I helped him out the
window, I unlocked the door and went back to bed.

5.

We had agreed to take the next day off, to recover a bit, but to meet again
the following day after school. All that first day I felt light and relaxed;
it was so fulfilling to have such an incredible sexual outlet in my life,
and I felt so lucky to have it in such an uninvasive way. My life didn’t
need to change in the slightest; then, once we got behind locked doors, the
best sex I’d ever experienced was mine, no strings attached.

By the second day I could feel my sex urges building; I was becoming used to
an incredible orgasm every day, and a day off felt like an interruption. All
during school I was distracted, replaying our recent escapades, and
fantasizing about what I would get Paul to do next.

By the time I got home I was in a state of steady arousal; my partially
swollen cock was barely contained by my pants, and I had to keep shifting it
around to try and get it to be held in and concealed. Coincidentally, my
mother told me she noticed I’d been seeing Paul several times; I told her
that I’d been helping him with his math. She seemed satisfied with that,
then she was going out shopping.

She hadn’t been gone very long when there was a knock on the back door, and
Paul was there. I opened the door for him, and as he came in, I told him,
“Man, I’m glad to see you . I’ve been swollen all day looking forward to
getting together with you...” He got that glassy look in his eyes, which
told me he was as eager as I was. We went to my room, and I locked the
door.

He asked me diffidently, “How would you like me to do you today?” My cock,
which was already swelling rapidly in anticipation since I locked the door,
surged to full erection with those words, as I undid my pants revealing the
huge bulge in my briefs. As I pulled down my underwear, allowing my hardon
to spring free, I told him to sit over here.

I had put a chair in the middle of the room, with a footstool close in front
of it. I sat down on the chair, my legs spread, and I directed him to sit on
the stool. His eyes had lit up as soon as my hardon was revealed to his
gaze, and his eyes stayed glued to it as he eagerly sat, right between my
legs, facing me, my upright erection pointing at the roof a foot from his
face. I slumped down in the chair and straightened my legs, making my hardon
stick out rigidly.

I was overcome with lust; my erection was stretched out to its fullest
degree, its skin stretched shiny purple, its head swollen shiny red, a drop
of cream already building on its tip. I was ready to get jacked off. I lay
back and tightened my butt, causing my rod to tighten even harder, as Paul
reached out his right hand for it, obviously entranced at its size and state
of arousal. He softly slid his hand up and down its skin along its full
length, while he reached to tickle my ballsack with his other hand.

The feeling of his hands on my swollen genitals was electric; the softer he
touched them, the more intense it felt. Suddenly I could feel myself
starting to come, and I warned him to stop a minute. His eyes widened and he
said, “Wow, already?”, as he realized how aroused I was, and he complied,
stopping his movements for a while. My erection throbbed as I coasted past
the edge, narrowly missing a huge orgasm. We watched it bounce repeatedly,
as the throbbing seized it, then gradually diminished without the
ejaculation we hoped to avoid for as long as possible.

As soon as I felt safely over the danger zone I told him ok, and he started
back in doing me. He was holding the base of my shaft, jacking it off very
slowly by pulling the skin halfway up it, and back down, staying away from
the head, while he slowly rubbed and pulled on my ballsack. He asked me if
the way he was doing me was ok, and I moaned my approval, adding that I
should be able to hold out a while this way. He said, “Man, you’re really
hot today! It feels great to be doing you when you need it so bad- Look how
hard it is!”

We watched him jacking off my huge erection. Cream was starting to trickle
down its head under his expert treatment, and he paused from time to time to
smear it around the head, giving it a few quick strokes on the rim before
moving back down my shaft to resume his slow masturbation. Each time his
fingers touched its head an explosion of fire surged through my groin, but
he was quick enough to avoid pushing me over the edge.

Several times over the next twenty minutes or so I warned him to stop, as I
neared the edge of orgasm; each time he stopped and waited as the urge
passed, each time taking longer than the last. We watched my hardon throb
with each close approach- It was so hot to see my huge, thick erection
straining so close to orgasm, now shiny with its own pre-come. Paul had his
pants down, and even though both his hands were busy, his little hardon was
straining up, also wet with juice. Every few minutes he let go of my balls
and felt his own hardon for a few seconds before returning to doing my big
sack.

The arousal was building powerfully between us as he did me. We were both
panting now unconsciously, both our eyes glazed over in a film of lust, as
we watched my large cock oozing and twitching involuntarily under his
fantastic handjob.

Then I felt the orgasm building again, and warned paul; He stopped right
away to let it pass, but it was almost too late. My hardon swelled even
more, and I strained with all my might to hold off from coming; I felt it
building and building, and just as I was about to come, I felt myself turn
the corner away from total release, and just barely avoid coming. I came so
close that my hardon started bouncing in a faux-come, and several thick
spurts of white semen oozed out of its tip; but it subsided without going
into its full explosion. After letting it pass for several minutes, Paul
smeared the semen back up over my cock, and resumed jacking it off.

It was dripping wet by now, and he was letting his hand slide up and back
down its full length, sliding in the thick film of shiny fluid that was
coating it. This was a dangerous technique sure to push me over the edge,
but he held it at bay by moving his hand excruciatingly slowly, which kept
relief of the intense erotic tension he had been provoking in me at arms
length. His hand was making a slurping, sticky sound with each stroke as it
slid through the wet film coating my hardon.

I was on fire; panting, moaning, hopelessly enflamed by the tormenting
inevitability of his hand stimulating my swollen cock. It had started to
twitch involuntarily, jumping spastically in his hand every few seconds; but
he kept up his inexorable jacking, slowing down even more to increase the
torment he was inflicting on my burning dick.

The twitches started coming closer and closer together, and Paul stopped
moving his hand; but it was too late, and I finally started coming. I
involuntarily yelled “Oh!”, as my erection started pulsing intensely, on the
second throb sending a thick rope of semen shooting two feet into the air,
followed by another and another, falling back down over my groin and paul’s
arm. He started jacking my involuntarily jerking rod furiously as I came,
holding me in the grip of ejaculation.

I shot stream after thick stream of come through my cock as he jacked me off
furiously. It seemed like it lasted forever; but eventually the intensity of
the squirts lessened, until finally they subsided to a white rivulet of
fluid flowing down my cockhead and shaft, surging slightly with each
remaining throb of my groin. He slowed his jacking to long, squeezing
motions, milking the last of the semen through my cock as the orgasm
subsided.

It was one of the biggest orgasms I had ever had. “Man, you come so hard!
Did you see how high your first shot went? Halfway to the ceiling! I came as
soon as I saw how hard you were coming, and it made me come real hard, too.”
I looked, and sure enough, his groin and hand were wet, a big one for him.
And as for me, my belly and thighs were pooled with semen, some dripping
down the sides of my thighs to the floor. I usually come a lot, but this
time it was Niagara falls!

We toweled ourselves off and put our pants back on. While we dressed, we
talked, and he seemed to be working up to something. Finally, he shyly told
me, “I’ve been thinking about something... There’s something I’d like to try
tomorrow, something a little different, if it’d be ok...” Then, looking at
the floor, he said softly,”I’d like to try making you come in my mouth.”
Then quickly,”That is, if that would be ok with you.”

6.

All the rest of that evening I wrestled with the bombshell Paul had dropped
on me as we had finished up our session that afternoon. I had controlled my
reaction to his revelation, letting him out noncommittally, but I was
seething inside.

I was completely split at his suggestion. I was horrified at the image of my
dick in his mouth; it was so homosexual- somehow that crossed some line in
my mind that the handjobs he had been giving me didn’t. It seemed so queer,
and I was horrified at the thought of being queer. I had been able to accept
the handjobs we had been doing since for some reason I could pretend they
were impersonal, at arms length so to speak, but his mouth...

Then, on the other hand, I was incredibly aroused by the thought. I knew I
would come harder than I ever had from what I imagined the feeling of being
blown would be like, and I was carried away on the wave of hedonism that our
sexual activities were unleashing- I knew I would do anything for a good
orgasm. I had become a slave to my hardon, and I knew in my heart that if he
would be willing to blow me, I would certainly allow it, even beg for it.
The nastiness of that thought was a huge turn-on, and all that night and the
following day was the obsessive beacon for my thoughts, in spite of my false
moralistic pretense of being “good”.

The following afternoon finally arrived, and I waited nervously for Paul to
arrive. My mother was home, but I had told Paul about the math pretense, and
so when he arrived with a math book under his arm she told us, “Don’t work
too hard, boys”. I thought, if only she knew how “hard” things were going to
get!

We went to my room, and I locked the door. I was a little nervous due to all
my obsessing about what I thought was in store, and as I slipped my pants
down, I wasn’t hard. I took down my underwear, and my dick was hanging
softly down over my balls. Paul sat me down on the edge of the bed, urged me
to spread my legs, and then knelt down between them, facing me. Then,
looking up at me as if to give me a chance to disapprove, he slowly leaned
forward and took my soft dick into his mouth.

I could not believe the sensations I felt; I’d never had anything like this
done to me before. The warm, wet feeling of his mouth on my sensitive cock
was delicious, and then he started sucking on it. My god! That was
incredible- it started to harden immediately, and I watched as it seemingly
grew out of his mouth; he could only fit so much of it in his mouth, and as
it swelled its girth expanded out beyond his lips, until only its head was
still inside.

He grasped my shaft with his hand, then took it from his mouth with a slight
popping sound, looked up at me, and asked tentatively if it was ok. I told
him God, it was incredible; at that reassurance he put its head back in his
mouth and started sucking on it and licking it while he sucked, jacking off
the shaft while he blew me.

I had never felt such an intense barrage of sexual sensations before. My
erection was now rock-hard and swelling even more, and a burning-tingling
was radiating out from my cock, filling my groin and midsection. I was
starting to feel dizzy and weak in the knees, and my vision was receding
into tunnel vision; I couldn’t believe it, but I knew I was about to come. I
had gone from soft to almost coming in about a minute and a half!

It was so nasty to see my huge erection sticking into Paul’s mouth. Between
the incredibly delicious sensations I was feeling on my dick and the
forbidden eroticism of having this boy, another male, so eager to make me
come in his mouth, it was the biggest turn-on I had ever experienced, and my
body was reacting accordingly.

I tried to warn Paul about what was happening, but before I could get more
than a moan out I felt my balls rise, my hardon swell, and come start to
shoot through my cock as it started bouncing with each pulse of intense
orgasm.

He had tried to suck a bit more of my very thick shaft into his mouth just
before I started coming, and so the first jet of semen hit him in the back
of the throat, hard. I guess he wasn’t expecting me to come so soon, and he
was clearly caught by surprise. As that first spurt shot into his mouth he
gagged, tried to swallow it, and then gagged again as the second jet of come
shot into his mouth full force. He started coughing, releasing my cock with
his lips and pulling back his head, and continued to sputter trying to get
himself under control as jet after jet of come squirted across his cheeks
and chin. He had the presence of mind to keep jacking me off as I came, and
did I ever come!

My cock practically exploded from the intense sensations of his wet mouth
and tongue on it, and it was a huge come, even for me- I must’ve practically
drowned him with my first two spurts straight into his mouth. I kept coming
and coming as he jacked me off, shooting thick spurt after thick spurt of
semen, which landed on his cheeks, his chin, over his shoulders and down
his back, as he coughed trying to recover. It was particularly strong since
I had gone from soft to coming in only two minutes- it was that intense!

As the orgasm subsided to a stringy pulsing trickle dripping from my
cockhead to the floor, propelled by the last few orgasmic throbs gripping my
groin, he stopped jacking me, and we surveyed the results of our sex. He was
drenched with semen, his shirt soaked around the shoulders and along the
back, and there were several large gobs of come dripping from his chin and
right forearm, and a puddle of come on the floor under my now-sagging dick.
“Man, you were quick! You surprised me!”, he exclaimed, adding “You come so
hard, it really choked me! I do this with a friend of mine, and when he
comes, it’s a mouthful, but with you! There’s no way I can handle all that!
I almost drowned!”. Then he said, thinking, “Maybe next time we try this you
tell me before you come, and I’ll aim you elsewhere, and just do you with my
hands to finish you.”

Next time! As I heard him say that, I felt a surge of excitement. I was
sold! If that meant I was queer, I couldn’t have cared less. The incredible
turn-on of getting blown by him was worth anything, any degradation, if only
I could have it again, and he had said next time! I couldn’t wait...

We cleaned ourselves up and wiped the floor. His shirt was a disaster, so I
gave him one of mine to borrow; there’s no way he could’ve been seen with
his shirt soaked and smelling like come. As we cleaned up, we made plans to
try again tomorrow; he said he’d try to make me last longer, and to keep
himself from drowning!

7.

The following afternoon found us in my room again; I eagerly started getting
undressed, while Paul closed the door. As I pulled my pants down today I was
hard as a rock, now that I knew what to expect; as my pants cleared my
crotch the huge bulge of my erection tenting my underwear came into view, a
wet patch of pre-come already building on the cloth. Paul eyed my condition
with that glazed-over look he would get in his eyes; he seemed to really be
magnetically drawn to my erection. I had no complaints about that; I was
starting to live for our sessions together.

He had me lie down on my bed, and he sat down on the edge by my knees facing
me. He had taken off his shirt, to make cleanup easier, remembering
yesterday, and his pants were opened, his erection sticking up from them.
Taking my now-raging hardon in his hand, he started sliding its skin up and
down slowly while he said, “Let’s see if we can’t get you to last a little
longer today. But this time, tell me when you’re going to come so I don’t
drown.”

He then leaned forward, and took the head of my cock in his mouth. It was
heaven! Like yesterday, I felt a surge of sexual pleasure as I felt his
warm, wet lips and tongue envelope my cockhead. But today, he swirled his
tongue around the head a few times while he sucked it, and slowly pulled his
mouth away, releasing in with a wet, kissing sound. All the while he
continued to jack me slowly; and then every few minutes he would suck my
head again for a few seconds, and withdraw.

This became the rhythm he maintained for the next half hour, with several
pauses when I got too close to coming. It was an exquisite hand/blow job; he
had a thick, steady flow of cream streaming down my cock, mingled with the
saliva from his mouth, lubricating my thick shaft, that he slid his hands up
and down in a wet, slow-motion jack off.

My whole body was on fire; each time he leaned forward and took my cock into
his mouth I surged to near coming, but held off by an extreme effort of will
as best I could, having him pause when I couldn’t hold it any longer. I was
panting, sighing, and moaning involuntarily, my erection painfully stiff and
burning, and finally I felt the building of a wave I knew I would never be
able to hold off. “I’m gonna come”, I told him; he leaned back and started
jacking it fast.

I felt the familiar surging of fluids in my balls and the dizzying rush of
pleasure, as the first throb of orgasm gripped my cock. It jumped, and a
thick stream of come squirted high into the air. At that very moment, the
door to my room suddenly opened, and there stood my mom!

Horrified, but completely powerless to do anything, I watched the scene
unfold, as if in slow motion. She stood in the door, motionless, staring
blankly, taking in what she was seeing, trying to make sense of it; Paul,
unaware that she was there since he was facing away from the door, continued
to pump my huge erection, that was spewing load after load of semen in the
air, falling back all over Paul’s hand and my belly. Of course I couldn’t
stop coming, and it was a big one, so she stood there watching as stream
after stream of semen squirted through my cock, under paul’s avid
masturbation. He was jacking himself off, too, and had just started coming
himself; so she was seeing both our erections shooting off. It was like a
frozen tableau; nothing moved but Paul"s hand for what seemed like thirty
seconds, until my orgasm finally subsided; then my mother turned, a shocked
look on her face, and left, closing the door.

Paul jerked up suddenly at the noise of the door closing, and said, “What
was that?” I told him that my mother had seen the whole thing, him jacking
me off and both of us coming. He went white as my words penetrated, then
said “Oh my god!”, and started to quickly clean up. I followed suit, saying,
“I thought you locked the door!” “I thought you had”, he countered, and we
continued with gloomy speculation about what was going to come of it.

As we left my room, she was waiting in the kitchen. We walked sheepishly to
the door and I let Paul out, without a word. I turned around, still looking
down, mortified at having been caught in such an embarrassing position,
hoping to sneak out of the room without any discussion, but she started
ranting; “My god, you could lock your door- I know that boys do these
things, but my god! And with that young boy! No, no, I guess it’s natural,
but it was shocking to walk in on- and you were so... big!” she suddenly
blurted. “Your father wasn’t like that, and so much stuff! That boy Paul, I
don’t ever want... I guess I can’t stop you, you’re going to do what you
want, if not here then someplace else...”. Then shaking her head, she went
on, as if to herself, “Look, you’re a big boy now, obviously, and it’s your
life, you do what you want- But you should be careful not to get caught
doing things like that! Some people would... Look, I just don’t want to
know!”. At that, flustered, she turned and fled from the room.

8.

Paul called me that night, and I told him what she had said. Even though she
had basically given us her ok, we decided to lay low for a while. He
wondered where else it might be safe to do it; and we agreed to think about
it, and I’d call him tomorrow after school.

The next afternoon I called him, and he had a proposal. “Look- I talked to
my friend, you know, the one I do stuff with, and he said we could meet at
his house and do it- it would be cool, he doesn’t have any brothers or
sisters and his parents work... but, he would want to watch.” I was
horrified to have our secret out, but he reassured me, “Don’t worry, I
didn’t tell him your name, but he’s completely cool- we do this stuff too,
he wants to keep it a secret too. The only reason he’d go along is I told
him how big you are, and he’d love to see you getting done.” We talked more,
him reassuring me and me protesting, but eventually the burning in my groin
won out, and his reassurances seemed sufficient to me. I didn’t know this
guy, but he lived in the neighborhood, and Paul told me how to get there.

He lived just a few blocks away, so it was an easy walk over there. I found
myself reflecting on how I had gotten into this twisted sexual arrangement
with Paul as I walked along; I was horrified that I found myself so eagerly
acquiescing in this blatantly homosexual relationship. But in spite of my
acknowledged sensibility, I lived for the intense sex that ocurred when we
got together. As I approached the door, my anxiety built, and I was gripped
with trepidation; now we were going to bring a stranger in on my “secret”
activities, and it felt very threatening; what if others found out about
what I was doing, and now with two boys? But finally, I was propelled the
last few steps by my lust, and I reached for the door.

Paul answered the door, and introduced me to the other boy standing there,
who’s name he said was Terry. He was about Paul’s age, a little taller than
Paul, and he greeted me with a grin. “Hi, great to meet you... Paul’s told
me a LOT about you! Come on in!”. He had a twinkle in his eye, and kept
giving Paul a knowing grin; evidently he was pleased to be in on our
session.

They were talking together as they led me farther in to the house. “Let’s do
it in the living room”, Paul said; “You know, in the chair.” Both boys
smiled, their eyes sparkling, as we entered what must have been the living
room. Paul turned to me, and indicated an unusual chair over in the corner
of the room, saying,”They have this really cool chair... We use it all the
time; wait’ll you see!” He led me over to the chair; it was a chair from a
barber’s office, with a headrest, footrest, and arms, all very adjustable.

Terry started adjusting it as Paul turned to me, and said expectantly,
“Ok?”, as if to say, the ball’s in my court, was I ok with this? I was
seized with a very strange mixture of embarrassment and excitement; now that
the reality of the event was here, the prospect of being on exhibition to
this new kid was both terrifying and very exciting. I had never felt like
this before; my heart was racing, but I could feel my dick growing in my
pants. Paul noticed the growing bulge pushing out my pants front, and smiled
at my bodies acquiescence to what was about to happen. Terry was done
fiddling with the chair, and had turned, and both boys watched intently as I
reached for my belt.

I felt helpless, powerless; in the grip of lust, and following along into a
situation that terrified me; but my raging hardon, and the shockingly taboo
nature of this blatantly homosexual performance, both guaranteed a
spectacular orgasm at the hands of these boys, and I had become a hopeless
sex addict, seduced by Paul’s expert masturbation. I didn’t know any other
way to find the intense orgasms that he wrung from me daily. I felt totally
passive and surrendered to the inevitability of whatever these boys wanted
with me- I knew I was their sex slave, and my thick erection was their
plaything.

I undid my belt and slid my pants down very slowly, putting on a show in
spite of myself. It felt very exciting to be watched by the two boys as I
was about to violate the most basic taboo, revealing my fully hard erection
to a stranger. As my pants moved down, the huge bulge of my hardon tenting
out the front of my underwear came into view. Both boys’ eyes were gleaming,
as they watched in silence.

I stepped out of my pants, and reached for the band of my briefs. Sliding
them down slowly, first the tuft of my pubic hair came into view, then the
base of my thick shaft. I was holding the band tightly as I slid it down, so
that it would ride along my cock, holding the head down ‘til the last
minute, when it would spring free. I had no will of my own, but found myself
doing it like this because that is what I imagined they wanted to see. As
the shaft slowly came more and more into view, Terry’s eyes widened; and
when the waistband cleared the head and it was suddenly released, my
erection slapped into my belly as it sprung up.

Both boys ogled my now full-hard erection bobbing there in front of my
belly. “Wow!”, Terry said, “You weren’t exaggerating! It’s HUGE!” I noticed
bulges in both boys pants.

Resigned to this bizarre situation and propelled by the lust I felt surging
through my groin, I turned to get into the chair, and noticed how Terry had
adjusted it. He had the back lying way back, the seat up, and the footrest
raised a bit, so that whoever sat in it would have their midsection raised
up slightly above any other part of their body. I clambered into it and lay
back; my hardon was thrusting straight up towards the ceiling, sticking way
out due to the posture the chair put me in; it really did look huge thrust
out like that. Terry reached and pumped at a big lever coming up from the
base of the chair, and the entire seat rose up into the air until the seat
was at the height of their waists, putting my erection at the height of
their chests; both boys then came and stood close by the side of the chair,
next to each other.

The younger boy’s eyes bulged as my full erection rose up to the height of
their shoulders. Paul reached out his hand and grasped my shaft gently just
below the head with his thumb and forefingers, eager to begin doing me. The
sensation of his touch on my erection was electric, and sent a shock through
my body as I involuntarily shivered. He started lightly feeling my dick up
and down the shaft and over its head, as Terry watched. The boys started
discussing the details of what they were watching between themselves, as I
basked in the exquisite sensations that his motions sent flooding through my
genitals.

He encircled the base of my shaft and squeezed it, causing my cockhead to
swell magnificently; Terry blurted “Wow!”, and unconsciously reached out his
hand to feel it with his fingertips; an electric sensation flashed through
my groin at his touch. Paul kept on his pressure, and let his friend explore
the contours of my erection, forcefully swollen from his squeezing. It did
look huge, stretched out by the pressure of Paul’s squeezing, and Terry’s
eyes feasted on the sight as he felt me up. The sensations, and the sight,
of both boy’s hands on my swollen cock was intensely erotic, and I repressed
the urge to come right then.

A thick drop of cream was building on the tip of its head, and Paul reached
out and smeared it around my cockhead, starting to jack my shaft very
slowly. Terry let his hand drift down to my ballsack, and was lightly
tickling its edges while Paul started to do me.

As they began jacking me off, they continued to admire the size and fullness
of my more mature hardon, commenting on its particular aspects as they
noticed them; Paul was pointing them out to Terry like the proud owner of a
flashy car might display its special features to a friend. Terry kept
saying, “Wow! I’ve never seen such a big one being done before- it’s so
hot!”. “God, look how much it’s creaming!”

A steady stream of cream had started oozing down my cock now from Paul’s
insistent jacking; he was doing me very slowly and steadily. I was on fire;
the intense eroticism of the scene, having my huge cock worshipped by two
ardent admirers, being elevated to optimum view and exposed so explicitly
while being so thoroughly and slowly done, had me on the edge of orgasm
almost immediately; but I held on, the intensity of my arousal being
betrayed by how rock-hard swollen my erection was, and the thick rivulet of
fluid that was steadily flowing from my cock. I had never been so hard; my
prick was completely rigid like a piece of steel, bright reddish-purple from
the intense pressure of the blood engorging it, as their hands slid over it.

I saw Terry reach over and unzip his friend’s fly, and guide the hardon
trapped inside it out to hang in the air, and he started to jack it off
slowly. Paul sighed as he felt his friend’s hand on his erection, and we
stood there silently, masturbating each other. both boys hands were sliding
slickly up and down my shaft and balls, producing a wet, sticky sound as
they slid through the cream which was by now thoroughly coating my genitals.
That was the only sound in the room, except for the ocasional kissincg sound
given off by Paul’s hardon produced by Terry’s masturbation .

I warned them that I was almost about to come, and they stopped jacking me
off and just watched as my erection jumped several times in near-orgasmic
pulses, then we continued waiting a few more minutes, until the intense
swelling of my cock let up a bit, indicating that my urge to come had passed
for now.

While we waited Terry kept doing Paul, who said to him, “Do my balls now...
I’m getting pretty hot... try and keep me there.” He was creaming nicely
too, a ribbon of cream trailing from the tip of his dick to the floor, which
swayed rhythmically as Terry jiggled his cock by stroking his shaft. The
boys had put several towels out in anticipation of our activities, and Paul
took one now and spread it on the floor underneath where he was standing,
situated so it would catch the dripping cream as well as the jets of semen
that would soon be shooting from his hardon. Terry kept doing him steadily
all the while.

Paul reached out with both his hands to resume doing me. He started lightly
and rapidly jacking my shaft with the fingertips of his right hand an inch
below my cockhead, while tickling my balls with the fingertips of his left.
An electric shock flashed through my body as the sensations of sex resumed,
and I felt my erection surge as its internal pressure increased under his
ministrations.

After only a minute or so, he leaned forward so his elbows were resting on
the arm of the barberchair to support himself, and groaned as he started
coming. Several jets of come spurted out from his hardon and arced out,
draping themselves along the towel beneath him. Terry kept pumping on his
erection while he came, which he continued to do for longer than I had ever
seen him do.

His cock kept throbbing in orgasm, and even though no more jets shot out, a
pulsing flow of semen trickled from his dickhead to a building puddle on the
towel, added to by each contraction of his groin. Finally his orgasm
subsided, and Terry stopped jacking his cock, letting it hang there as it
deflated, and the last of his come dripped to the floor. Terry blurted
excitedly, “Aahhh... that was a good one!”

Paul had kept doing me steadily while he came, without missing a beat. He
really was a dedicated masturbator. I was extremely hot by now; my pubic
hair was soaked by the cream that had been steadily flooding from my cock,
which was again at a state of supermaximum erection. It felt almost painful
it was so hard.

I was panting, and, sensing the inevitable, Terry said, “Can he come in my
mouth?”, as without waiting for an answer he shifted his position around to
the other side of the chair from where Paul was pumping me, and leaned over
to try to position his mouth over my erection. He couldn’t quite reach it as
the chair was to high, so he adjusted the lever, lowering the chair down
enough and tried again. This time he easily could put his open mouth right
over my cockhead. He stood back up and said to me, “Tell me when you’re
going to come- It’d be so hot if you come in my mouth! I hear you really
come hard!”

I could feel my body growing paralyzed as my orgasm approached under Paul’s
insistent jacking. My vision dimmed, and that delicious tingling feeling
started to build in my feet and fingertips, building in towards my groin as
I fell over the point of no return. I think I was moaning on each panting
outbreath; I couldn’t talk, but Terry leaned forward just in time as a
lightning bolt went off in my head and I started to come.

I watched it as if from a great distance; my rigid erection bounced
violently as each contraction possessed it, and thick ropes of semen jetted
out from the pouting hole in its head as I came. Terry’s mouth was an inch
above my cockhead, and the first comeblast shot right into it. Terry
splutterred as the semen hit the back of his throat, unprepared for the
strength of my ejaculation, and started coughing, so that the second and
third jet splatterred across his mouth as he coughed. He made an effort to
pull himself together, and managed to catch the next three jets as they
spurted from my erection.

I was coming very hard; it felt as if a quart of come was shooting through
my shaft with each pulsing contraction of orgasm. I could feel my groin
draining, as if a huge reservoir was flooding through a dam which had
finally burst, as jet after jet of semen shot from my cockhead. Paul was
pumping my erection furiously, watching with wide, glazed eyes as my cock
exploded. Terry’s open mouth received each spurt as it leapt up; but there
was so much it was running back out of his mouth, dripping in messy clumps
back down into my pubic hair.

Eventually the force with which the semen was being ejected weakened, and
each diminishing contraction of my erection sent a pulsing flow of come
oozing down over my cock. As Terry noticed my shooting subside, he clamped
his mouth on the tip of my cock and sucked it like a straw, drinking the
remainder of the flow like a thick milkshake, swallowing every few sucks.

Finally the throbbing in my groin subsided to random throbs as my orgasm
ended. I sighed as Paul milked the last few drops of semen from my slowly
softening erection into Terry’s waiting mouth. Terry then stood up, a grin
on his face, and wiped at the mess on his chin, saying “God, that was so
hot! You’re incredible! I’ve never seen someone come so hard in my whole
life!”.

We surveyed the aftermath of our adventure. Paul was standing over a towel
with several good-sized puddles of come soaking into it, and I was soaked
from my navel to below my balls. Terry handed me a towel as he took one for
himself, and wiped off his chin. I wiped myself up as Paul put his dick
away, and lowered the chair for me, so that I could get up.

I felt totally satisfied, as only a huge orgasm leaves you feeling. As I put
on my pants I noticed the bulge still pressing out on Terry’s pants, and I
asked Paul, “What about Terry? Isn’t he going to come?” He explained that
they took turns doing each other on different days, because it was much
nastier that way, and today was his turn. Terry would get his tomorrow.

I felt awkward as we talked a bit before I left. They were treating me like
a hero or something. Their worship made me feel good on the one hand, but it
felt weird to be with guys so into doing each other- and weirdest of all I
was so into it, too! Terry was saying “Damn, watching that huge, thick dick
getting getting bigger and harder, and creaming a flood, was so hot! And
MAN, what a comer! I’ve never SEEN anything like that! God, I wish I could
do that cock all day every day!” Paul answered, “ Yeah it’s pretty amazing-
I feel so lucky that I’ve been getting to do him like I have been. But
Jesus, you should have seen when his mother walked in on us. He was right in
the middle of coming, and she saw the whole thing! Me jacking him off and
all! I didn’t know what was going to happen!”

They both cajoled me into letting them do me again tomorrow, and it didn’t
take much cajoling, notwithstanding how ambiguous I felt about it all. I had
surrendered, I was a sex slut now; I’m sure I would do anything at all that
they wanted to do with me if it would make me come like I just had.

9.

As I walked home, I replayed the afternoon’s events over and over in my
mind. I had been on fire, the lust burning in my groin had been
indescribably delicious; and it had been fed by how nasty the scene was.
Getting flagrantly jacked off by two boys at once, my crotch thrust forward
almost at the level of their faces, forcing my straining, harder-than-rock
erection farther out than I had ever seen it, until I finally came,
exploding in what felt like buckets of come... and right into one of their
mouths! God, I couldn’t imagine anything nastier, and it felt so incredibly
good!

I realized I had turned a corner. Up until then, I had pretended that my
activities with Paul were all his doing, and I was just letting him do it,
barely going along with it. I knew I was completely straight, and wouldn’t
ever have sex with boys; HE was having the sex, I was just letting him. But
now I realized how incredibly satisfying it was for me when he did me, and
that I would do anything to get that incredible sensation. But even so,
somehow the passive role felt natural to me, and I realized I would let Paul
and his friend do whatever they wanted to with me, and I would eagerly go
along with it.

The next afternoon I was more eager as I walked over to Terry’s house, in
anticipation of another huge orgasm. I knocked on the door and Paul opened
it, and led me into the house. We chatted as we walked into the living room,
and I could tell that he sensed the change in my acceptance of our
relationship. He said almost apologetically, “I owe Terry from yesterday, so
if it’s ok I’ll do him first, and then we can start in on you.”

Terry entered the room and said hi. I could tell he had been waiting
impatiently for me to arrive so we could start; he was hard already, a
sizeable bulge pressing out of his pants. While Paul started setting up the
chair, Terry took his pants off, then slid down his underwear, and I got my
first look at his erection.

He was pretty good sized, not like me, but bigger than Paul, and very nicely
formed; his dick had a large, well-shaped head, sitting prominently on an
even, very pale-colored shaft, with large blue veins curling up it.

He climbed into the chair and layed back, thrusting his erection out, as
Paul raised the chair up to chest height as he had for me.I stood next to
Paul as he reached out his right hand and started feeling up Terry’s shaft
and balls tantalyzingly. It was exciting to see someone else getting done,
and this perspective of having them so close to our faces added to the
erotic energy of the scene. Terry directed Paul in exactly what he wanted
him to do, as if he was a voice-controlled masturbation machine. They were
obviously very experienced with each other, and Paul had him creaming in
only a couple of minutes.

It was mesmerising watching Paul’s hand sliding slowly up and down the shaft
of this hard cock right in front of us. Suddenly, without any conscious
choice I found my hand reaching out and feeling his balls.

It was the first time I had ever felt another boy’s balls. I was surprised
how different it felt; I mean, the texture was the same, but to touch them
and not feel it internally like I did with myself was weird. I let myself
feel them up thoroughly, touching, tickling, and gently pulling on them,
exploring this new experience. Terry obviously enjoyed the addition of my
touch to Paul’s handjob, and moaned approval. It was much more exciting than
I had anticipated to be on the giving side of a handjob, and I felt the
pleasure that my touch was giving him surge vicariously through my body. I
could understand what Paul so obviously loved about doing it to other guys.

I was hard as a rock in my pants, and could feel my underwear growing wet as
I creamed in them from the excitement of helping Paul jack Terry off. I
moved my hand up to his shaft, and as Paul saw what I was doing, he switched
with me and moved down to do his balls, leaving the length of his shaft to
me.

It was very strange feeling another hardon than my own in my hand. I noticed
right away how much smaller than mine it felt, and also noticed its hard,
rubbery texture in my hand, that I didn’t usually notice so much on myself,
since I was distracted by my inner sensations when I did myself.

I experimentally stroked his shaft, sliding the skin up to touch the rim of
its head and back down again. I started jacking him slowly, as if I was
doing myself. He seemed to like my inexperienced touch on his erection,
sighing his approval. I did him for several minutes, my hand becoming quite
wet from the rivulet of cream that my jacking was milking out of his
erection.

Then Paul walked around to the other side of the chair, and guided my hand
down to Terry’s balls; he then leaned forward, and took his cockhead in his
mouth, and started bobbing his head up and down, making a sloppy slurping
sound as the head popped in and out from between his sucking lips.

Terry moaned loudly. He had been breathing heavily, but now started panting
and moaning loudly as Paul and I did him. Paul kept it up steadily while I
continued to rub his balls for several minutes; then I could feel his sack
tightening under my fingers, and I knew he was about to come.

I reached my thumb and forefinger to encircle the base of his shaft, to feel
his dick pulsing when he came better; and just as soon as I had, I felt the
first throb of his shaft as he started to come. Paul slowed his bobbing and
sucked hard, as if he was drinking from a straw, while Terry filled his
mouth with come. I counted seven strong contractions of his erection in my
hand, and then maybe five or six decreasing ones as his orgasm spent itself.
Paul managed to handle most of his semen, only a few trickles escaping his
mouth to drip down his chin.

I couldn’t believe how hot it felt to help make someone else come. I watched
myself do it as if from a distance, as if I was seeing someone else’s
actions; but the throbbing in my hard cock held tightly within my pants and
the sloppy wetness in my underwear betrayed how excited I was. I could begin
to appreciate how these boys must feel from doing my huge erection, and from
how hard they made me come- no wonder they liked it so much! Vicariously it
was like getting done yourself, but with an added thrill from the nastieness
of feeling someone else’s cock in you hands, and the tantalyzing tease of
not coming yourself.

While Terry recovered Paul wiped off his chin and lowered the chair. I
waited until Terry had gotten out of it before taking my own pants off, so
that they both could watch. I pulled down my jeans, revealing my fully-hard
erection pointing down, pulling my briefs upwards at a forty-five degree
angle, a large, dark wet spot around the area of its head. The rim of its
head was well-defined through my wet underwear, and both boys watched me
undress intently with the focussed stare of lust.

I pulled down my briefs, revealing my naked hardon. It was a dark red from
all the mental stimulation of watching Terry get done, shiny with cream.
Paul reached out and gently squeezed its shaft near the base, making its
head swell even more. He gave it a few easy jacks; I fell into the trance of
sensuality as the feeling of his hand on my hardon washed over me.

He released my erection, and I eagerly got in the chair and adjusted myself
while he raised it up. He said, looking at Terry, “I think today we should
do “torture time” on him... What do you think?” Terry smiled easily, since
he had just come, but Paul’s and my face were in the grip of the focussed
expression of lust, and his humor was more in his eyes than his face.

He reached out his hand and started jacking me off pretty briskly, and terry
reached for my balls. I could feel the tension start to build rapidly in my
crotch under his vigorous masturbation, and I knew I wouldn’t last a minute
at this rate.

He kept it up, while he said “This is how torture time works; we do you fast
until you’re near the edge, then we stop altogether until you cool off a
bit, then we do it again, over and over. After a while we’ll only be able to
do you for a few seconds before you’re almost coming, and have to wait for
minutes between; then finally you’ll come, and there’ll be a surprise I’m
not going to tell you about.”

They did me for another two minutes or so, when Terry said “I think he’s
close”, and they both took their hands completely away from my hardon. We
watched it bouncing slightly from my pulse, as the delicious sensations of
impending orgasm subsided. They waited until they saw my cockhead shrink
slightly, then resumed the same steady, brisk masturbation. When their hands
grasped my genitals again, the electrical shock was heavenly.

They did me relentlessly, over and over, for what seemed like forever. For
the first few times I kept hoping that they would go too far and make me
come; but, no such luck- they were very vigilant and caught it every time.
Then after a while the insistent roller-coaster of arousal and approaching
orgasm put me into a trance of sexual ecstacy; I felt like I was coming
constantly whether they were jacking me or not. I lost all track of time and
my surroundings. My reality shrunk to the unbelievably erotic sensations in
my erection and my body.

We must’ve made quite a tableau, me lying back with my incredibly swollen,
dripping erection projecting up near their faces, and the two boys intently
concentrated on making it even harder and wetter for as long as they could.

Then Paul, who was jacking me then, started extremely slow-motion strokes
from the very base of my shaft up to the tip of its head and back down,
relentlessly, without stopping. His hand glided up and down my shaft with a
sticky sound, sliding in the thick film of cream which coated my erection,
and was being steadily renewed by the rivulet that they were milking from my
cockhead.

I was on fire; my hardon was painful, it was so swollen, and I would have
come right then if his hand was moving any faster- but it was just slow
enough to keep me on the edge. But the relentlessness of his jacking kept me
building steadily toward a huge orgasm, that I felt overtaking me even
though he wasn’t allowing me to be pushed over the edge.

Then, in spite of his torturous jacking, I felt myself hitting the point of
no return; I could feel a massive amount of fluids pooling in my crotch as
my erection transformed into a burning laser of energy; and, almost blacking
out as the final wave of orgasm washed over me, I moaned loudly as my hardon
started jumping with the first jet of semen rushing through it.

As soon as Paul felt my shaft tighten, he took his hand completely off of
it, and both boys watched intently as my huge erection jumped, over and
over, spraying out a thick jet of come with each contraction. Since he
wasn’t holding it, its spasms sent it bouncing wildly as each one gripped
it, spraying ropes of semen that arced high above my belly, to rain down on
my thighs, genitals, and abdomen. Terry sighed spontaneously “Oh, man!” as
he watched the spectacle.

Eventually its bouncing lessened, and the jets of semen subsided to a
pulsing flow that ran down my shaft to pool in my already-soaked pubic hair.
Then even that subsided, and I sighed loudly as as my hardon slowly sagged
down into the puddle of semen, lying along my belly, as it relaxed from its
over-extended hyper-arousal.

Both boys had that dazed look of intense sexual immersion as they lowered
the chair and helped me out of it, handing me a towel. Somehow I felt really
at ease with them now, having just shared such an intensly intimate and
sexually satisfying experience. It felt kind of powerful, being the object
of their desire and almost worship; I felt they would do anything to give me
pleasure, in return for allowing them the excitement of participating in it,
getting to do my big dick that they were so obviously fascinated with. I
could intuitively forsee much more intense sexual enjoyment to come in
future days, and felt a contented anticipation at the thought.

10.

When I got home, my mother was waiting for me in the kitchen. “You know,
honey, I want to talk to you... Do you have a minute? About the other day...
you know, when I walked in on you and your friend. I’ve been thinking about
it, quite a lot. I realized I overreacted. I guess I was just so startled
when I walked in and saw you boys... It’s my own fault; you’re a big boy
now, obviously, practically a man: I should have knocked, and tried to
respect your privacy. You have a right to that, everybody does.”
“And what you boys were doing...” She paused a moment. “I want to tell you
that I know that’s really perfectly alright, and it’s quite normal for boys
your age to experiment. I don’t want to make you feel like you have to hide
what you do, or think badly about yourself or anything about it; God knows
people in our society are confused enough about sex already.”
“So I want to apologize for walking in on you. It was my fault, and it won’t
happen again. You can have your friends over and live your own life as you
see fit, I won’t interfere. And I’ll be sure to ALWAYS knock if I want to
come in your room from now on; all I ask is that you at least close your
door if you want to do things like that... your bedroom IS the best place
for that sort of thing after all; but making sure you have privacy is a good
idea, since many people have very complicated ideas about all this. And I
guess from my reaction the other day, I have to admit that even I have more
complicated ideas about it than I’d like to admit.”

I felt very embarrassed to be hearing her talk about all this. It was hard
enough to acknowledge to myself how much I wanted to be involved with Paul’s
“activities”, much less admit it to my mother! I managed to mumble, “Thanks,
Mom, I’ll be careful...”, and I added lamely “That was just something that I
tried that once...”

She reassured me, clearly not crediting my excuse, “Well, whatever, dear,
your life is your own, and you have a right to live it according to your own
values, and I for one won’t be interfering anymore, at least in this area.
As far as I’m concerned the matter’s closed.”

I was relieved when she turned back to her cooking. I quickly left the
kitchen and went to my room.

That evening I called Paul, and told him what my mother had said. He said
excitedly “Cool! We can do some more stuff over at your place! It’s been
great with Terry, but I really like just doing it with you alone, too. God,
but that was hot this afternoon! I couldn’t believe it, watching your big dick coming and coming like that... “

I agreed that it had been really good, and he added, “Maybe I could come
over tomorrow after school... I’d really love to try, you know, blowing you
again, without all the choking like last time; I think I could handle it
better now that I know what to expect... that is, if that’d be ok with
you...”

Needless to say it was more than just ok. Even though I’d come so hard the
previous two days, I guess I was getting used to the daily sex I had become
used to receiving, so as the end of the schoolday approached I had a hard
time keeping my hardon from showing through my pants each time I stood up,
in anticipation of our after school session. I tried thinking about other
things, and leaning my elbow into my crotch when I was sitting down, which
seemed to do the trick adequately.

Finally school was over, and I hurried home. I went to my room, threw my
books on the desk, and straightened it up a bit, making some room on my bed
and chair in anticipation that they might be used for my session with Paul.
I got out a few towels and stacked them within reach, and was surveying my
handiwork, when I heard the kitchen door slam, and heard my mother greeting
Paul. I heard her tell him, “He’s in his room, go right on in.” Then I
cringed as I heard her add, “You boys have fun!”

I heard footsteps in the hall, then Paul entered the room. “Wow, it’s kinda
cool having your mom be ok with this... I got the feeling that she seemed to
know what we were up to, I think she even winked at me! I couldn’t believe
it!”

I reluctantly agreed. It was weird having her know about it, but I guess it
was better her accepting it than hassling me about it. But I just wish she’d
just ignore it in denial, then things would be back the way they always were
before. I didn’t like the feeling of her knowing about this kind of stuff in
my life, it felt like I had no privacy, and was very embarrassing.

But I WAS very excited to see Paul; I had a rock-hard erection stretching my
pant leg that I couldn’t have hidden if I wanted too, and I didn’t, knowing
that seeing it would turn him on and get things started; and I could see a
good bulge in his pants, too. His eyes eagerly went to my crotch, and he
turned and closed the door and locked it, then turned back to face me.

“I can see you’re ready... damn, you’re big! Look at the size of that!” I
glanced down, following his open stare, and could see that it looked like my
rod reached halfway to my knee, the way it was pulling my pantleg out. He
said with a smirk, “I guess I better set it free, so we can take care of it.
As you can see, I’m in the mood, too...” he added, pointedly looking down.

We both started to undo our belts in silence. I undid my pants and slowly
lowered my zipper, and let my pants slide down my legs, and stepped out of
them. Paul was undoing his pants, and I stood in my underwear waiting for
him to finish. He got them off, and we were both standing with our briefs
tented by our erections. He came over to me and felt my rod, grabbing it
through my underpants, and feeling its swollen head. God, the touch of his
fingers on my hardon through the fabric was heavenly! And I knew it was
going to be much better in a minute... Then he steered me towards my
deskchair, and, as I stood in front of it, he slipped his fingers under the
waistband of my briefs and pulled them down to my ankles. My erection sprang
free, and as I stepped out of my underwear he pulled down his own, and while
I sat he reached and grabbed a towel, which he spread on the ground between
my spread legs.

He knelt between my legs facing me over the towel. We both gazed at my
hardon, now bouncing inches from his face; its thick shaft strained eagerly
towards the ceiling, dark red from the blood congesting it, its head
stretched to a shiny purple under the intense arousal of anticipation that I
was swimming in. It was as swollen as I’d ever seen it; I was really hot,
burning with lust, on fire with the anticipation of another huge orgasm at
the hands of my eager friend.

He reached out and very slowly, with a light touch, stroked his fingers
along the shaft from my balls to its head, sending shivers of excitement
through my groin. He tickle-stroked it a few more times, then let his hand
drift to my balls, leaned forward, and took the head of my erection into his
wet mouth.

Intense, exquisite pleasure flooded my being. I felt totally fulfilled; I
couldn’t imagine anything better attainable in life than the sensation of my
rock-hard erection in his mouth. I hoped I would never come, and those
sensations could just continue on and on, purest pleasure forever; but I
also knew that a huge orgasm was absolutely inevitable, the way he was
making my body feel. I could already feel the fluids starting to pool in my
balls in preparation for their inevitable explosion through my shaft when I
came.

My cockhead was completely in his mouth, and he swirled his tongue around it
several times, then slowly squeezed it out between his lips. When it still
had the slightest contact with his lips in a tiny kiss, he slowly sucked it
back in again up to the shaft, and repeated his tongueing.

He kept this pattern up for several minutes; it felt heavenly! “Oh, man...
That’s so hot, I don’t think I’m going to last very long... I’m getting
close already...”

He pulled his head back, squeezing my cockhead from his lips. A sticky
string of pre-come trailed from the tip of my erection to his lips, then
sagged down and fell to his chin. He sat up, and moved his hand up from my
balls to the base of my shaft, and started giving it a slow jacking. “Let’s
try and make it last... tell me when you’re getting close and I’ll take a
break, then when the urge is past I’ll start in again. I’d love to keep you
on the edge far a long time... I really want to drink a mouthful when you
come...”

I silently agreed wholeheartedly, and sat back and let him work the base of
my shaft while I calmed down a bit. I could see he was jacking himself off
while he did me; a string of clear fluid was dripping down from his cock to
the towel on the floor. Noticing me watching him, he said, “I’m going to try
to come at the same time you do, if I can...” After a minute I told him that
the urge was past, and he aimed my shaft down a bit with his hand, and again
sucked it into his mouth.

This time he tried to take more of it in. He got his lips halfway down my
shaft; but couldn’t seem to get any more in, and twisted his head a few
times and slowly drew it all the way back out, letting my cockhead pull from
his lips with a popping sound. He repeated this move over and over.

It felt unreal to have my shaft entering deeply into his mouth; I was on the
edge again in a few minutes, and warned him. Again he pulled out, holding
the base of my shaft tightly in his hand, studying the object of his
fascination while we waited for my urge to come to die down a bit. The
entire shaft was shiny with his saliva and my fluids, and it was fully
stretched out to its rock-hard maximum. We could see my pulse in the veins
that curled along its sides, and gradually, as my excitement subsided to a
manageable level, we noticed its head shrink slightly from its
fully-orgasmic distension.

At my signal he gave it several slow jacks, then holding it by the base,
again he leaned forward and slipped it into his mouth. Again he took as much
of it as he could, then pulled back slowly and repeated this over an over,
as if I was fucking his throat, riding his hand up my shaft each time he
pulled back. Every time I was fully down his throat it felt so intense,
having my big hardon embedded in his wet, tight mouth, and then the smooth,
wet caress of his tongue and lips as he pulled his mouth back. I could feel
the back of his throat on my cockhead on each thrust, banging against its
tip, and the sensation of his teeth occasionally sliding along my shaft and
hitting the rim of my cockhead was fantastic. I was creaming so heavily that
I could actually feel the stream of semen-fluid slowly flowing through my
urethra into his sucking mouth, mixing with his saliva, lubricating his
intensly erotic blowjob.

I began to feel that tingling in my extremities that signals the onset of
orgasm; but before I could tear myself out of the sexual stupor that the
sensations of his mouth on my erection had put me in and warn Paul, I could
feel it building fast, and knew that this one would be unstoppable. I felt
the familiar tingling paralysis sweep over my body as the fluids started to
flow, pooling intensly in my groin, as a bright light began to build in my
head. I finally managed to groan in warning, but then I felt the first jet
of semen shooting through my erection like a firehose, flooding powerfully
into Paul’s mouth.

He had apparently felt my erection swelling in his mouth which warned him of
my impending orgasm. He responded in time by pulling my hardon out of his
throat until his lips were just locked around the rim of my cockhead, so he
would feel his mouth filling with my semen as I came; which I started to do
just then, my erection jumping in his mouth as the first jet of come was
pumped into it.

It was a big one: my body was locked in that ecstatic, electrical
paralysis, as my groin was powerfully gripped by one spastic orgasmic
contraction after another, sending jet after jet of thick fluid streaming
through my shaft and into his waiting mouth. Paul was ready for it this
time, and as the first two ejaculations of come filled his mouth he
swallowed, and continued to swallow repeatedly as I kept coming and coming.
The feeling of each full jet of semen spurting through my urethra was
heavenly; that divine burning/tingling sensation as my hardon jerked to its
maximum tightness with each sudden pulse, and the satisfying rush of fluids
through it spurting out its tip into Paul’s mouth was indescribably
fulfilling.

I came maybe seven hard full-force jets of semen in his mouth before the
intensity started to subside at all, then kept coming in a gradually
diminishing flow for about another ten seconds, until only a few random
throbs gripped my erection sporadically. God, it felt so incredibly good to
be coming so hard! As I came I realized I would let him do anything at all
that he wanted, and would even do anything myself, if it meant I could keep
having these mind-blowing orgasms that Paul was able to wring from me.

He kept sucking on it, drawing every drop of fluid out of it that it could
produce, until it was softening in his mouth. He swallowed all of it this
time, only a small white dribble at the corner of his mouth escaping his
thirst.

Finally he released my cock from his mouth and sat back. It had softened
considerably, but was still a swollen, substantial piece of meat as it
softly flopped down over my ballsack. I lay back, completely drained and
relaxed, in a state of total satisfaction. As I surveyed the damage I could
see that Paul had come too, from the condition of his towel.

“Oh, man!” he started, wiping at the semen on his chin and at the corner of
his mouth, “I just love making you come... you come so big, it’s so hot to
feel you... That was really good- I came just when you did; feeling you come
in my mouth and coming myself at the same time was so cool!”
“That was REALLY good. We can do ANYTHING you want to if it makes me come
THAT hard... Whew!” I admitted.

I felt totally satisfied and comfortable. I reflected how much my attitude
had changed in such a short time: at first, I used to feel guilty and
confused when Paul did me, and I only went along with him reluctantly; and
now, I had become his wholehearted slave, eagerly aquiescing in any sexual
act he wanted to inflict on me. Even though he made a show of being
subservient to me, in reality it was me who was following the lead of this
younger boy, no matter how deferentially he put it.

We both wiped ourselves up with the towels, and put our pants back on. “Can
I come over tomorrow afternoon again? ...If you’re into it...” he asked with
his usual mild manner.
“Oh, Yeah!” I reassured him, “I guess you could tell, I’m into it bigtime!”

We went out to the kitchen, where my mother was putzing, and as I let Paul
out the back door, she said “Goodbye Paul...” Then to my horror, she added
in a playful voice “I hope you boys had a good time!”, and she WINKED at me!
My jaw dropped; as she saw the expression on my face, she said to me in a
stage whisper, “Well, I don’t know exactly what you boys were up to, but if
it’s what I suspect, then I expect you did!”, and turned back to her
cooking. “Dinner’s in half an hour” she added, dismissing the subject.

11.

All that night I wrestled with the dilemma of having my mother know about
what we were doing. It really bothered me; even though she seemed to accept
it, even in some strange way to be enjoying it, I felt really weird about
it. Doing this stuff was one thing; worrying what people thought about it
was entirely another. Especially since I knew I wasn’t queer. I new there
wasn’t any discrepancy between that fact and having all these sexual acts
with another boy; but it was hard for me to explain, or imagine that anybody
else would be able to understand, since I imagined from the outside it
LOOKED pretty queer.

The next morning after breakfast, I screwed up my nerve and blurted out to
my mother, “You know, Mom, I wanted to talk to you... You know that stuff,
with me and Paul, like we were doing... this is kinda difficult... Anyway,
we were just messing around, I’m not queer or anything.”

My mother looked at me thoughtfully, evidently appreciating how hard all
this was for me to talk about. “Oh, honey, of course not! I understand. You
know, sex is a complicated thing, and when young people are figuring out
about it they try all different things with each other, to learn about it.
Everybody does. I mean different things for different people, but people do
all kinds of things that aren’t necessarily going to be what they do all
their lives. It’s quite normal, and nothing to worry about, and anyone with
their head screwed on right knows this, and accepts it without a lot of
fuss. I’m sorry if my fooling around with you about it made you
uncomfortable. Don’t worry, I won’t mention it again; it’s really none of my
business, and perfectly all right to boot. So we won’t say another word
about it.”

She smiled at me and patted my shoulder, then went about clearing the dishes
from breakfast, as I readied myself for school, considerably relieved by her
speech. As I went through my day I found myself reflecting that in a way
having somebody else know about my sexual behavior was both mildly
disturbing, and at the same time kind of exciting. I felt kind of like I was
being watched doing forbidden things, and that in itself was hot, in a funny
way. But I definitely felt a bit better after my talk with her this morning.

That afternoon Paul came over again, and “came” over is the right way to put
it. He did me very much like he did yesterday, with a bit more jacking and a
bit less blowing. We managed to draw it out a little longer, and when I came
in his mouth it was a pretty big one. My rock-hard erection jumped as each
spurt of come surged through it into his sucking mouth; he gagged a bit more
as my semen flooded his mouth than yesterday, but managed to swallow it all
again, but this time he came a bit before me.

At one point in the middle of our session, he was slowly jacking me off,
taking a break from sucking on it, when he blurted suddenly, “I wanted to
ask you, I don’t know if you’d want to... tomorrow night, saturday, Terry’s
going to have a few friends over to his house for a sleep-over. He really
wants you to come over too. His parents will be gone for the weekend, and
I’m sure that there’ll be a lot of fooling around and stuff. If you wanted
to come over it’d be really cool; you’d be the star for sure, being so big
and coming like you do... If you wanted too...”

He went on to tell me that there would be four or five other guys there,
friends of theirs who had done this a few times before, had sleepovers where
jacking each other off was the major activity. He said they were mostly
younger guys like him and Terry; he said one of the guys was pretty big, but
not like me. He added that they were always very cool about it all, and had
never talked about it except among themselves; and as they were all friends
of Terry’s from his school, they wouldn’t talk about it with anyone who knew
us anyway.

While he continued to do me, in the back of my mind I was considering his
invitation. My first reaction was caution, a reluctance to reveal myself to
strangers in this way; but as deliscious fantasies of what it might be like
played themselves out in my mind, made more concrete by the orgasm building
in my groin as his lips slid up and down on my erection, eventually my lust
won out; and after we came and were cleaning up I told Paul that I thought
it might be fun to go to Terry’s sleepover. He got a grin on his face and
said “Great! It’ll be really hot! You’ll see... By the way; wear baggy
underwear... You’ll need them, you’re gonna be hard in them for a while...”

I showed up at the appointed hour at Terry’s, and was greeted by him and
Paul and two other boys I didn’t know. The tv was on, and Terry had his
electric racing track set up on the living room floor, so in no time
everyone was happily occupied. Within half an hour two other boys arrived,
and settled in to the chaos. After a while some pizza was sent for, which
arrived eventually and was eaten on the living room floor.

After dinner and a lot more excited chatter, one of the boys I’d just met,
apparently one of the older guys there (next to me) whose name I’d learned
was Jimmy, pointedly asked, “So... Who’s first?”

The mood changed in the room immediately, as apparently all the other boys
knew what he was referring to, and so of course I figured it out pretty fast.
Terry answered him, “Well, I thought we’d do the youngest to the oldest; and
there’s a special surprise for last,” he added grinning, “our guest of
honor!”, and be nodded his head towards me. Several of the other boys’ eyes
lit up knowingly, and I gathered from what Paul had told me that Terry had
told a few of these guys about my endowment and performance, and it must’ve
been those boys he talked to.

The mess from dinner and an afternoon of frolicking was quickly cleared up
from the livingroom floor. Then Terry got several of the bigger guys and me
to help him move the barbers’ chair into the center of the room. Meanwhile
everyone was discussing their ages, determining the order of the coming
events.

A smaller boy with red hair was apparently the youngest, so he got to go
first. It was decided that the next older would do whose ever turn it was,
everyone else watching, until the oldest (me) who would be done by
everybody. “And wait’ll you see, he’s got enough for everyone to be doing it
at once, for sure!” Terry smirked.

The redhead excitedly took off his pants and underwear, revealing a very
small hard cock. He clambered up into the chair, while Terry adjusted and
raised it so that his midsection was forced into the air, causing his
erection to be the highest part of his body, at the level of our waists. The
boy who was apparently the next oldest began to feel him up lavishly,
enjoying putting on a show for the assembled audience. He fondled his little
ballsack, and ran his fingers up and down his erection, pausing to tickle
its head with his fingertips while he fondled his balls with his other hand,
and so on.

All the other boys who weren’t involved in the action were crowded around
closely, ogling the show and making comments. I could see good-sized bulges
in the front of most of their pants, and a couple of the boys were feeling
each other’s erections through their pants, their arms crossed over each
other’s, as they watched.

Probably because of the audience, the handjob was done with the flair of a
performance. He did one move then another, moving from rapidly jacking his
hard little shaft with two fingers, to doing its head with the fingers of
one hand and his balls with the other, then jacking it off with his whole
palm, then spitting in his hand and using it as a lube for a full-crotch
feel, and so on.

Several of the other boys started to undo their pants and the rest of us
followed suit, until we were all standing there in our underwear. We were
all hard; and the variety of sizes and shapes of our erections was
tantalyzingly apparent through our tented underwear. It was clear at a glance
that I was far and away the biggest present, but a couple of the other boys
were also good-sized. Terry, apparently the uncontested master of
ceremonies, announced “Ok, everyone feel whoever’s standing to your right...
But no taking them out or coming, until it’s your turn!”

On my left was one of the smaller boys (at least in height; he was one of
the larger boys judging by the tent in his underwear), and I felt his hand
settle on the end of my erection through my underwear and start to work its
way down my shaft, while I reached over and did the same to the guy on my
right, who happened to be Terry. I had felt his cock before of course, his
and Paul’s being the only ones I ever had. Mark, the boy feeling me, had
reached the bottom of my shaft, and pushed it downwards, so that its length
was revealed in the height of the tent it was making in my briefs.

“Wow!” he exclaimed, staring at the size of my bulge, and moving it around
provocatively. Several of the other boys noticed and were watching the shape
in my pants in appreciation also; Terry told them, “Pete’s last, he’s the
surprise, as you can see... Wait’ll you see it in action!”

We were all now feeling each other up while we watched the handjob show,
which was progressing rapidly; his hardon was getting wet, a thick pearl of
fluid perched right on its tip, and the boy doing him was jacking him off
fast now, with two fingers on the bottom of his erection just below the head
and his thumb on top, and softly feeling his balls with his other hand.
Suddenly the redhead groaned and his hardon started bouncing, on the second
bounce releasing a little spurt of come. Two more little spurts followed,
but his cock kept bouncing three or four more times drily as his orgasm
wound down.

Mark was running his fingertips up and down my shaft with little tickling
motions, and I was doing the same to Terry. He leaned forward, forcing me to
stop doing him, and lowered the chair while the youngest boy got off it, and
the guy that was doing him took off his underwear and got in, and was
cranked up. Paul was the next oldest apparently, so I got to watch him start
in on this boy, and see all of the moves he had been using on me being
employed on someone else.

He had a fairly good-sized erection, bigger than Paul’s, and
Paul started doing him with a similar flair for showmanship that he in turn
had used on the youngest boy. His cock had a particularly big head, looking
like a mushroom perched on its shaft, and Paul spent a lot of his effort
stimulating it. it was quite wet already, a big bubble of clear fluid
perched over it’s slit.

It was a dizzying situation; the sensations of a hand tickling my erection,
watching someone else getting jacked off, and a gang of other boys feeling
each other up, was incredibly erotic. I couldn’t focus on any one thing; the
fantastic tickling sensations in my crotch and the many erotic displays all
around me were like a kaliedoscope of sex. I was rock-hard, the feeling of
my pulsing erection straining against my briefs burning like a laser beam.
It was much more arousing having sex with so many other eager boys, it was
as if our individual arousals were adding to each other’s.

The guy getting done was creaming nicely now as Paul did him. He kept
coming back to rubbing the cream around his big cockhead in a slow circular
motion with his fingertips, which apparently the other boy loved. I was
getting wet too, a nice-sized dark spot steadily growing on my underwear
over my cockhead.

The redhead was standing next to Jim, the older boy who had first
suggested our orgy, and he suddenly put his hand inside Jims pants and
started jacking off his sizeable hardon in earnest. “No hands in pants! Do
it from the outside only...”, Terry directed, and the younger boy pulled
his hand out of Jim’s pants and resumed feeling his shaft through his
briefs.

Paul’s expertise was working its magic, and we could see that the other boy
was close. His dick was swollen an angry red, its shaft shiny, completely
covered in a film of cream, and Paul was jacking the rim of its head
rapidly, his thumb and forefinger encircling it like an “o”, rapidly and
lightly jerking up and down just over the rim, while he stabilized the shaft
with his other hand holding its base. The rapid movements of his fingers was
whipping the cream on his cockhead into a froth, a white foam building
around his hand, producing a wet sound on each quick stroke.

Suddenly the other boy started panting and closed his eyes, his cockhead
swelled visibly, and a jet of semen shot out of it six inches up over his
belly, followed by another and another. The come rained down over Paul’s
hands, and after the first few ejaculations it subsided to a pulsing flow
that ran down the front of his cockhead and over Paul’s jacking hand, to
pool in his pubic hair.

Terry gently pushed my hand away from his erection, I guess he was getting
too close himself. I was very hot also; the front of my underwear were
soaked now, but I felt like I could keep going a lot longer like this.
Having Paul doing me every day like he had been had apparently worked my
sexual stamina up.

The boy’s orgasm finally died down, and Terry again lowered the chair, while
Paul pulled his underwear down and got in, ready to be done himself. Mark,
the boy who had been feeling me up, was next older, so he released my dick
and positioned himself to do Paul. The boy who had just been done came over
and stood to my left, and reached his hand out and started feeling my
hardon. The different touch and technique he used than Mark had been doing
added a new level to the stimulation, and I could feel my erection grow as
hard as it had ever been.

Terry looked at me then pointedly down, so I assumed he was ready for more,
and I started slowly jacking the outside of his shaft off through his
briefs, running the flat of my hand up and down the bottom of his shaft,
pausing occasionally to feel its head. I was feeling very hot under the new
boy’s touch, and I indicated to him that I needed a short break, and he
pulled his hand back.

Mark meanwhile was doing an excellent job on Paul. He had a very effective
technique, moving his hands slowly but very smoothly, never letting up in
the stimulation. Paul’s shaft had already been wet when he took his pants
off, but it was dripping now. Suddenly, with no warning, he started coming,
several good jets of semen squirting into the air over Mark’s jacking hands.
It was the fastest one yet; he had only been done for a few minutes; but all
the arousal from watching the other boy getting done, then jacking the
second guy off himself, obviously had their effect. I expected that as we
went along it wouldn’t be surprising to see it taking less and less time
before we each came.

Paul’s orgasm wound down, then the chair was lowered, and Mark took his
pants off and got in. As I had guessed from the bulge in his pants, he was
good sized, but not quite as long as me, and of course nowhere near as
thick. Terry was the next older, so he shifted over changing places with Jim
to position himself, which put Jim in position to be done by me. As Terry
started in on Mark, I reached out and felt Jims erection through his
underwear, and Jim started in doing Terry while he worked on the current
center of attention.

Jim’s hardon was nice sized, and the front of his pants were as wet as mine,
far wetter that any of the other boy’s pants seemed to be. I anticipated
from that that he would be a big comer; and since he was the next younger
than me, I would be doing him, and would get to experience it first hand.

Paul had cleaned himself up by now, and he came over and stood slightly
behind me, joining in with the boy feeling me up. He pushed my hardon down
from the bottom so it was sticking straight out, and squeezed its base
repeatedly , swelling it even further with each squeeze, while the other guy
felt up and down the shaft and over the head through my soaking briefs. It
felt so hot to have both of their hands on my hardon; I knew I’d come in a
few minutes if they kept it up.

Meanwhile, Terry was doing Mark’s erection very nicely. He was alternating
tickling it all over with long, slow strokes along the full length of his
shaft while he tickled his balls. It was hot seeing a bigger one being done;
I could imagine how it would look to these guys when it was finally my turn.

Suddenly the movements of Terry’s hands on Marks cock slowed and fumbled,
and Terry sighed and closed his eyes, as he started coming in his pants from
Jim’s caressing. Jim quickly pulled his underwear down a stroked Terry’s
erection rapidly as he continued coming, several nice jets of semen arcing
out from his cockhead to the floor, following the few that had filled his
pants. The action centered on Jim finishing Terry for a moment; then when
his orgasm had fully died down, Terry backed off to recover, and Jim, as
next in line, took over doing Mark.

I could see why Terry had come early; Jim was clearly a masturbation addict
like Paul was. He worked Mark’s erection like a concert pianist playing a
concerto, massaging, tickling, applying pressure to it in a constantly
varying pattern. His hardon was soaked with precome, and with each upward
pull of Jim’s hands on his long shaft a fresh ooze flowed out of its tip.
Paul and the other boy were working a similar magic on my erection; I was
creaming hard, my erection throbbing rock-hard in their hands. I warned them
to slow down, and they did, but continued their deliscous stimulation of my
member.

Mark was panting, and he suddenly groaned “Ohhhh!”, and his dick lept in
Jim’s hands and a rope of come spurted out, arcing high over his belly,
followed by another and another. His eyes were closed, his mouth open in a
silent sigh, face blushing, his back arched as he came. His erection,
swollen and dark, shiny with fluids, spurted several more jets of come out
over his belly and Jim’s hands until the flow of semen gradually subsided,
but his hardon twitched several more times as he continued to come drily.

Finally he relaxed back into the chair as the grip of orgasm released him.
Again the chair was lowered, and Jim got in it. I eagerly watched as he
pulled his pants down. and my expectation was confirmed; he had a big one,
as long as mine, but of course not as thick. I was coming to realize how
exceptional my girth was.

Terry raised the chair up, and I positioned myself to work on Jim’s cock. My
admirers shifted around so that they could continue doing me, but I warned
them to hold off, so I didn’t come early like Terry had, and they complied.
I was rock-hard, my underwear barely able to contain my erection, their
entire front dark with wetness from being soaked through with the fluids my
arousal had wrung from my balls. Paul asked, “Can I pull your pants down and
give everyone a preview of what’s next while you do him?”, and not seeing
any sign of refusal he reached out and slipped the waistband of my briefs
down so they were hanging on my thighs, revealing my swollen erection. A
ribbon of sticky fluid trailed from its tip to my soaked underwear.

Several of the boys commented as it came into view. Seeing it a few feet
from Jim’s more normally big one showed off how truly large it was; almost
grotesquely thick, compared to all the other boys’, as thick as a soda can
projecting from my belly. It was swollen tightly, rigid, an angry dark red
from all the stimulation it had been receiving, which emphasized its size.

I was very aroused; I had been close to coming since long before Terry came,
it was so hot having my hardon and balls felt up so thoroughly while
watching each of these boys getting done until they came.

In a trance of lust, I reached out and slid my hands down Jim’s shaft, from
its swollen head to his balls, slowly, stretching the skin as I reached the
bottom of his big shaft, then squeezing it, causing his big cockhead to
swell even further. I held it that way, as he moaned in pleasure from being
stretched out so big.

Then I started jacking him off, excrutiatingly slowly, my hand barely
moving, sliding the full length up and down his shaft. I took care to slide
it well up over the rim of his cockhead on each upward pass, and to softly
slide my circled thumb and forefinger over the stretched, sensitive skin of
his cockhead. His shaft was already coated with a thick film of cream from
all the prior attention it had received, and a fresh flow was adding to it
as a result of my coaxing, getting smeared around and his cockhead and down
his shaft as I slid my hand down it to his balls, when I stretched the skin
on his big erection and pushed the shaft down to extend it to its maximum
length on each downstroke.

Before long I could feel his body tensing up in preperation for his orgasm,
so I allowed my hand movements to come to a stop and just held my hand
around the bottom of his shaft, squeezing it, forcing it to swell even
bigger. I held this for a minute or two until I could sense his urge to come
subside a bit, then I resumed jacking him off slowly and thoroughly.

Meanwhile, several of the boys led by Paul stated exploring my erection,
lightly tickling it, pushing it down to make it stick out farther, squeezing
it, tickling my balls, just generally teasing it. It felt so good to have
the intensely light stimulation on my genitals while I worked on Jim’s big
rod; I wasn’t very far from coming myself.

We kept this up for another ten minutes or so, me pausing whenever I felt
him tensing up, and asking the other boys to hold off doing me when I felt
myself starting to get close. My underwear was around my ankles, my thick
rod continuously dripping cream as the did me, which from time to time
trailed down in a ribbon to the floor, where quite a puddle was building on
the carpet.

After the fourth or fifth near-orgasm, Jim gasped breathily, “Oooh, I need
to come!”; so I speeded up my jacking just a bit, and made the rhythm
rock-steady, sliding my hand up and down the full length of his shaft
without letup, while I started lightly tickling his balls. I had to ask the
other guys to hold off on my rod, as I could feel myself getting too near
the edge again- it felt heavenly to be so aroused and hard in the midst of
all this sex!

Suddenly, without warning, Jim gasped as his hardon jumped in my hand, and a
jet of semen shot straight up into the air and rained back down on my hand
and his erection, followed by another and another. It felt so hot to feel
his big erection pulsing spastically in my hands as he kept coming, spurt
after spurt of semen, that now flowed in a thick rivulet over my hand and
down his shaft, to pool in his pubic hair.

Eventually his orgasm subsided, and one of the boys handed us each a towel
from the stack we had in readyness. Jim sighed, saying “Oh, man, that was
GREAT!”, as Terry moved to lower the chair for him to get up.

Finally, the chair was empty, and I knew my turn had finally arrived. I felt
a tingling in my spine as I stepped into it, in anticipation of what was to
surely follow. My hardon bounced as I moved, and I was aware that everyone’s
attention was on it fully. As I sat in the chair I pushed my hips forward
slightly so that it stuck out as far as possible for their admiration.

I settled back, and Terry raised the chair while simultaneously rocking it
back, lowering my head and raising my pelvis, until my erection was by far
the highest part of my body. I could feel it tingling and throbbing under
everyone’s staring.

“Well, for the finale, EVERYONE is going to get to do Pete- as you can see,
there’s plenty there for everyone!” Terry announced, and all the boys
reached out and started fondling my rod.

The head support was tilted up enough so that I could watch the proceedings
as they did me. Hands were moving all around my hardon, feeling and stroking
its head, circling the shaft, bouncing and tickling my balls; it was
heavenly! Paul wasn’t letting anyone actually jack it off so I wouldn’t come
too soon, and as a result I was immersed in the exquisite slow ecstacy of a
drawn-out sex torture, six pairs of hands fluttering over my erection.

I was creaming heavily, and strings of the sticky pre-come trailed from
their fingers from time to time as they lifted them to move to another area
to do me.

After a while of this Terry directed, “ Now everyone on this side of the table do his cockhead with your fingertips, and everyone on that side do his balls very lightly.” They complied, and after a moment the focussed burning in the head of my erection and balls was excruciating. I had never seen my rod so swollen, and the steady stream of cream that was oozing from its tip flowed down after lubricating their fingertips to coat its shaft in a heavy, shiny film of slick stickiness.

I was right on the edge, my rock-hard hardon beginning its pre-orgasmic twitching, when Terry said, ”Quickly, all hands away from it, he’s about to come!” They pulled away fast enough that I was left on the edge, my cock twitching and oozing, but without quite enough momentum to send it over the top.

The other boys watched my near-explosion with the intense fascination of focussed lust. Most of them had resumed feeling each other up, and several of them had their underwear pulled down and were being jacked off by their partners.

Seeing that my need to come had passed, as they watched my vertical erection bouncing with my heartbeat Terry announced, “Since Paul introduced us to Pete, let’s let him finish him off while we watch, and Jim can do his balls, in payback for the great job Pete did on him.”

Paul gently slid both hands around my dripping shaft, and with exquisite slowness started to slide them up and down it, just catching the swollen edge of my cockhead on each upstroke, while Jim softly grabbed one of my balls with each of his hands, and started very lightly feeling them up, slowly manipulating them through their ballsack.

It was heaven! They were doing me so slowly that I couldn’t come, but just kept getting hotter and hotter, more aroused than I ever imagined I could be. The sticky sounds of Paul’s hands slowly sliding on my shaft, along with my panting and the other boy’s heavy breathing were the only sounds that could be heard in the room for the next six minutes, as the slowly did me.

After about two minutes of watching me getting done one of the boys who was getting jacked off came with a groan, followed by another after a minute, then another. All the boys had been doing each other as they watched the action, each using both their hands to work on the boys on either side of them.

Then, finally, I felt the intense tingling arousal that had been building in my body concentrate itself into that familiar fiery burning pins-and-needles sensation in my palms and the soles of my feet, then build with exquisite, unrelenting slowness towards my crotch. My whole body was on fire and I felt myself falling into a deep swoon as an unbearable knot of fullness built in my groin, balls and cock. My balls tightened into a hard mass as my erection swelled bigger and harder than it had ever been, and as an involuntary groan escaped my lips, I started to come.

Paul kept up his ultra-slow masturbation of my shaft as I came. Again and again my erection leaped in his hands, each contraction sending a rope of semen spurting high in the air, to rain down on my belly. I kept coming and coming; I had never come so hard or so long before. My abdomen was soaked in hot semen, and still it kept spurting out. Two of the watching boys came in sympathy as they saw the violence of my orgasm.

Eventually the jets subsided into a pulsing flow that ran down over Paul’s hands, adding to the puddle that soaked my belly. The violent spasms that gripped my shaft gradually died down to lazy throbs, and finally to sporadic twitches.

I lay back limply, completely spent in total satisfaction. As I came back to myself, I watched the other boys wiping their come up from the carpet, as Terry and Paul mopped at the mess that covered my lower body. We were all dazed, glowing with the total satisfaction that only perfect, intense sex can give.

Eventually the chair was lowered and I staggered out and put on my clothes. Conversation resumed as several of the boys excitedly rehashed the evening’s events, but there was a contented air that pervaded us all as the sex party wound down, and we all found places to sleep on the sofas and in his spare bedrooms; I’m sure that an excited anticipation lingered in most of our minds about what the morning’s activities might bring...