“Hey, Bill,” he said, coming in the door.
“Hey.”
“Got something here,” he said, holding up his backpack.
“What?”
“Found my dad’s mags.”
My ears immediately perked up. When he pulled out four magazines, I said, “Hand me one.” We were both frustrated virgins with no real access to porn, so this was a godsend. He handed me a Playboy and we sat down against a wall and started looking hungrily at the pictures. Soon we each had full-on erections we tried to conceal, though after a few more minutes the embarrassment passed. After half an hour, he said, “Wanna switch?”
“Yeah,” I said.
After another half hour I had a painful pair of blue balls, and Harry seemed equally afflicted. He said, “Okay, time for the harder stuff,” and pulled out a pair of Penthouses after putting away the Playboys. In the past I had found the pictures in it too raunchy, but this time I found them a bit too tame; as I stared at a woman’s inner lips spread wide open for me, I sighed and said, “I wish she was here. And, you know, interested.”
He nodded and said, “I can’t take it any more. Look that way.” He unbuckled and unzipped and let his jeans fall to his knees. I was shocked but also fascinated as I stared at his cock jutting outwards in profile view, only about five inches long but very thick, throbbing and dripping at the tip. He grabbed the shaft and pounded away with his fist, and in about a minute sprayed a dozen thick ropes of cum all over the cement floor. He then sat down and leaned back in exhaustion.
I was incredibly turned on. After I had hit puberty, showering after gym class had been an ordeal, trying not to stare at the other boys as they showered and, above all, trying to stay limp. While no one ever talked about it, I was sure all the other boys masturbated as much as I did, and I had often fantasized about me with one or more of my classmates—male or female didn’t matter when I was close to orgasm in the evenings. My cock was about to erupt in my pants, so Harry looked up in surprise (but not, I noticed, distaste) and watched avidly as I stood up and stripped off my pants; I soon mingled my sperm with his as I imagined my fist a splayed-open cunt.
I sat down myself and looked over. Even limp his cock was a full five inches that rested in his lap like a miniature fire hose, while mine shrunk down from seven and a quarter inches (a figure I had measured repeatedly by that point, never finding it to grow any longer) to a mere acorn peeking out above my still-swollen balls.
“We’ve got all day,” he said. “Let’s read some more.”
“You won’t tell anyone what we did?”
He scoffed, “Of course not.”
“Cool then,” I said, and we started reading the letters in our respective magazines. Soon we were fully hard again, and as I started reading a letter in which a man and his wife made the year of another lucky man, I became intensely turned on I was by the two men stroking each other off onto the wife’s body. I looked over and watched Harry as he idly ran his fingers along his swollen shaft. I returned to my reading and finished about fifteen minutes later. Harry had finished about the same time and we switched again. After a few minutes I heard his involuntary gasp and looked over to see that he was reading the same scene that had set me afire. When he reached the end he looked up and saw me staring at him.
“Good letter, huh?” I asked.
He just nodded. After a few seconds he said, “God, I wish we had her here right now.”
“Yeah.”
We sat there for a minute staring into each other’s eyes. It was clear what he wanted, so finally I stood up facing him. He reached up and cautiously began running his fingertips along my shaft, so I knelt in front of him and reached down to grasp his thick shaft firmly in my hand. He pushed me away for a moment, but only to rise onto his own knees.
We knelt about a foot from each other and stroked each other slowly, feeling the wonder of a throbbing cock different from our own. “You’re so long,” he said.
“You’re so thick,” I replied. After another minute I said, “I’m about to come.”
He moved closer and stroked faster. As he stared down at our cocks, I thrust against his fist and let loose my sperm all over his belly and chest. After he had drained me, he said, “Look out.” He put his arms over my shoulders and fucked my fist until he came thirty seconds later, spraying me with a massive load.
We sat back against the wall in embarrassment and didn’t look at each other for a minute. Finally I said, “Thanks.”
“You’re welcome. Thank you.”
“Pleasure was all mine.”
He laughed, “Like fuck it was.” That broke the ice. “I’m not gay,” he said.
“Yeah, I know.”
“But I really needed that.”
“Me too. I liked it.”
“Yeah, so maybe it was gay. That’s okay.”
“Yeah, I was just so fucking horny.”
“But...” I looked at him and he continued, “I’d do it again in a second. With you.”
“Me too. Have you ever thought about it before?”
“Yeah, a lot. Not like with women, but probably once a week. You?”
“Yeah, some.”
“Want to do it again? Now?”
“Fuck yeah,” I said, and we sat next to each other and played with each other’s bodies. Feeling his muscular body taut under my hands soon had me burning again, and I pulled him to me and kissed him. After a second of surprise he kissed back and pushed me onto the floor.
I reached down and held our hardening cocks together as he pushed himself back and forth above me, and as he settled into a rhythm I stroked us with one hand and rubbed his back and hips and ass with the other. Soon he was pumping away and I watched his head thrown back above me, moving above me like a man possessing a woman, and took in every detail as he lost himself in my fist and clenched against me and sprayed his seed between us. He collapsed on me and said, “God, I wish you had a pussy.”
I laughed and said, “I wish you had one. Now finish me off.”
I lay back as he rose on his knees and took my cum-covered rock-hard cock in his hands. He watched me like a hawk as I pushed up against him and cooed like a dove, and soon I fountained out over his hand.
He lay down next to me and we talked about our largely pitiful sex lives, though apart from our self-pleasuring we had no new details to share. After half an hour, we wiped up and he said, “I’d better go and put these back.”
“Yeah.”
“We need to make sure not to damage them.”
“Yeah.”
“So no jerking each other off on the centerfolds.”
“Of course not. Meet you here tomorrow?”
“Same time.”
The next day I dressed in a pair of shorts and a T-shirt that could be quickly stripped off. I smiled when he arrived ay 9:30 right on the dot in a similar outfit. We made small talk as he pulled out a couple of magazines and handed me one. As we read, I soon found a letter in which a young man had his first gay sex experience, and as I finished reading about him swallowing his lover’s sperm for the first but far from last time, I looked up to see Harry watching me.
“Good letter, huh?” he asked.
“Great letter.”
“I’ll bet it feels incredible.”
With a dry throat I replied, “Yeah, probably.”
“Do you want...?”
“Yeah.” I stood up and stripped and stood in front of him. He reached out and stroked me, teasing me as I watched him, and finally he smiled and bowed his head. As he ran his tongue around the head of my cock, he stroked my shaft and played with my balls. He looked up and asked, “Is it good?”
“It’s incredible. Here, let me lean against the wall.”
We changed positions and soon he started swirling his tongue around the top of my shaft. He then took me inside his mouth and worked the head back and forth, a little further with each stroke, and soon had half of me in his mouth.
“I’m coming,” I said, and he held my cock in place as he stroked the shaft. Soon I felt the old familiar spasms start and threw back my head as he swallowed every spurt and sucked out the last drops. I collapsed, sliding down the wall, and opened my mouth in exhaustion as he stood and thrust himself into my maw. He was in a heated rush and jerked his shaft vigorously as I familiarized my mouth with the intimate details and seductive textures of his head and the top of his shaft.
As he got close I pushed his hand away and took his head as far into my mouth as it would go. His velvety shaft filled my mouth, stretched wide open to take such a thick hose, and he held my head gently to make sure I wouldn’t pull away. I reached up to play with his balls and soon felt his climax start. His shaft swelled up and he pushed his head hard against the back of my mouth, and as each pulse of his cock seemed to travel down its length to the tip, I felt a thick hot spurt in the back of my throat. I swallowed quickly and tried to give him the same pleasure he had given me.
Afterwards we lay there side by side comparing notes on what worked the best in our still limited experience. Soon we were hard again and eager to improve, so we lay in a sixty-nine and worked each other to two more climaxes. The last time I managed to take him all the way into my throat and milked him with my mouth as his pubic hairs rubbed my nose raw; as he drained into me, he moaned, “You did it, oh God, don’t stop.” After I lay back with a sore jaw, he returned the favor and managed to pleasure me with his throat.
The next three days passed the same way: My father left for work at 8:30, and at 9:30 Harry came through the driveway gate to meet me in the cottage. We would pleasure each other until noon, when he had to go get ready for work. That weekend he would be going to stay with his father, however, so Friday we had an extravaganza; instead of our usual three orgasms each, we sought to give each other as many orgasms as we could. We spent three hours in a perpetual 69 cognizant of nothing but our spasming cocks, and he finally left after each of us had come five times.
That Saturday my father had to work. After he left, I wandered out to the back yard. Suddenly I heard our neighbor, Ms. Gilbert, call my name. I walked over to the low fence separating our lots; while the fence around the rest of our lot and hers was so high no one could peek over it, only a chest-high railing separated our driveway from hers.
“Come inside, Bill,” she said, “I need to talk to you.”
Figuring she wanted some chores done, I walked through her back door into the utility room and then her kitchen. She was a widow in her mid-30s whom all the boys in the neighborhood had had the hots for for a while, with jet-black fluffy hair, flawless cream-white skin, and brown eyes; seeing the way her modest robe swelled pleasingly over her full breasts put me in mind of the pictorials we’d pleasured ourselves to that week. She smiled and said, “Please, have a seat. We need to talk.”
I sat and she poured me some coffee and sat down facing me. After a few seconds she said, “I’ll just come out and say it. I saw you and Harry yesterday. I noticed you two were spending all morning there last week, so I went over to see what was going on. I didn’t want to bother you two, but I saw what you two were doing, lying on the floor sucking each other off.”
I sat there in silence, knowing I was blushing like a turnip, and she continued, “I won’t tell anyone. It’s our secret. But that’s dangerous. Someone could see you two, someone who’s not like me, and it could ruin your future even if you don’t get beaten.”
I nodded and she added, “So you two can come over here whenever you need to have sex with each other.” I stared at her and she said, “It’s no problem. My brother’s gay.”
“But we’re not gay…”
She looked at me more closely, laughed, and said, “So, you were just practicing for a play at the community center?”
“No, no, I mean, we have sex together, but…we like girls. We just…”
“You’re just lonely and horny.”
“Yes.”
She nodded, “I know how hard it is for teenagers if you’re shy, or just don’t have the right luck. It’s just as bad for girls, usually worse. Tell me, are you still a virgin?”
“Yes. We both are.”
“You’ve kissed a girl, haven’t you?”
“Of course!”
“How far have you gone?”
“Nothing below the waist.”
She nodded again and sat thinking. I asked, “Ms. Gilbert, do you have a boyfriend?”
“No, it’s hard for old widows too.”
“You’re still young and beautiful!”
She smiled, “Thank you.”
“You’ve had a boyfriend though, since…”
“A couple, yes, but not for very long. It’s been a long time.” She sighed.
I said, “It’s a shame for all of us.”
She smiled and said, “Not necessarily.”
I caught a note in her voice that made me look closely at her. She smiled and said, “You’re eighteen now, right?”
“Yes…”
“I seem to remember you were rather disappointed by my graduation present.”
“A pen and pencil set?”
“I thought so. Let me make it up to you so that you’ll never forget me.”
My mouth went dry and I couldn’t stammer out a single sound, so she walked around the table and took me by the hand. “Come to the living room,” she said.
I sat down on her sofa. She curled up next to me and looked at me. In disbelief I leaned over and kissed her, and she closed her eyes and murmured, “Mmm.” I kissed more deeply and she pulled me into her arms. After a few minutes I had worked my hands into her robe.
She pulled away and said, “You won’t tell anyone, understand?”
“Of course not.”
“Except for Harry.” I looked at her and nodded. She continued, “It’s been a long time for me and I need lots of loving. I’ve never had two men at the same time before, and I’ve wanted to for so long. We’ll all make each other so happy.”
I nodded in amazement and she stood up and dropped her robe, leaving her fully nude before me. Her body was full and pleasingly plump; her thighs were thick but firm with a solid black triangle of curls at their join. “I’ll be the first for both of you,” she sighed happily, and as I stared at her she walked up to me and pulled my head to her breasts. They were large and sagging, cream white with brown nipples and aureoles, and she caressed my hair. They were by far the largest breasts I had ever touched, and I squeezed and kissed them and often pulled back to look at them.
She chuckled and said, “Play with my tits as long as you want. It feels really good.” As I continued sucking on them, she ran her hands along my sides and back. After a few minutes I could smell her; I felt her hips start to thrust slightly. She pushed me away and said, “Undress for me.”
I quickly stripped and she smiled when she saw my rock-hard cock throbbing as it jutted out towards her. She said, “Let’s go to bed.” I followed her upstairs to her bedroom and watched with pleasure as her body swayed before me up the stairs and down the hall.
When we got to the bedroom, she turned to me and said, “I’m looking forward to introducing you to adulthood, but you have to do as I say. When I say go slow, go slow. When I say go fast, do so.” I nodded my understanding and she smiled. “Do you like my body?”
“I love it. You’re very beautiful. You’re like a dream.”
“Thank you. You have a wonderful body yourself. When I was a young woman, I always dreamed of having a lover as well-built as you.”
“How old were you?”
“My first time? I was 16. It wasn’t very good. I only really started enjoying myself after I got married.” She kissed me and asked, “Did you ever think of me when you played with yourself?”
“Lots of times.”
“When did you first do it?”
“Remember the 4 th of July barbecue when you wore that tank top?”
She thought for a second. “When you were fifteen?!?”
“Yes. I got a peek down the front and your bra was so beautiful. I nearly came in my pants. I had to go to the bathroom and I came all over the wall.”
She laughed happily and said, “Good thing I didn’t know. That would have really weirded me out. That’s much too young for me, you know.”
We kissed again and she asked me, “Have you ever tried to see how many times you could come in one day?”
“Yes, a couple of times.”
“Well?”
“When I was 15 I could do it eight times in 24 hours.”
Her eyes opened wide and she asked, “And now?”
“I did it five times Friday. Maybe six.”
“Well, let’s try for six then, dear,” she said happily and added, “You’re oozing pre-cum already. You’re about to burst, aren’t you?”
“Yes, Ms. Gilbert.”
She laughed, “Emma. When we’re alone, I’m Emma to you. Or darling, or honey, or whatever you want to call me, so long as it’s respectful.”
“Okay, Emma. Darling.”
“That’s better. Now tell me what you thought about doing to me on the 4 th of July, when you gave the wall what was meant for me.”
I laughed and said, “Well, you had that beautiful lacy white bra on and I wanted to hold your tits inside your bra as you sucked me off and let me come all over your face and chest.”
Without the slightest embarrassment she nodded and said, “You’re too close to coming to last inside me this time, so come here.” I walked to where she was seated on the edge of the bed, and she opened her mouth and licked the head of my cock. “Mmm, you taste good,” she said.
“Harry thinks so too,” I replied.
“Yes, I could tell. You two could give lessons in sucking cock.”
As she took me further into her mouth, I said, “That would be fun. But I like this more.”
She smiled up at me, “The perfect gentleman.”
“I try to be.”
“Well, remember then that the perfect gentleman always makes sure his woman comes first, and he always sleeps on the wet spot.”
I nodded as she worked me expertly, and she looked up at me as I wrapped my fingers in her hair. “I’m about to come,” I said, and she pulled back and stroked me vigorously until I spewed one of my largest loads ever all over her cheeks, chin, neck, and breasts.
“Was it as good as your fantasy?” she asked as she wiped up with a towel from her bedside table.
“Better. It was incredible. You’re so beautiful...”
“...with your cum all over me? Yes, every man thinks so. Pride of possession. Women have that too, you know.”
“How?”
“Clawing her man’s back when he fucks her, or making his face smell of her for the rest of the day, or making him share his cum when she’s sucked him off, or just wearing his cum.”
“Do you enjoy sucking a man?”
“Oh, yes. Very much.”
“Do you like swallowing?”
“Well, I don’t mind it in and of itself. It’s the best way not to taste it. But I love how it makes my man happy. And I get to possess him that way too.”
She lay back and spread her legs, letting me see her slick, flushed pussy for the first time. “It’s time for a lesson,” she said. “You’ll get to fuck me later, but you have to learn how a woman’s pussy looks and feels and works. Do you like it?”
“You’re so beautiful,” I said, staring at her opening herself to me in lust like that.
She reached down to spread herself, and quickly showed me which part was which and let me feel them lightly. She then said, “The best way to teach is to show, so I’ll masturbate for you. Watch closely and do what I tell you to.”
She rubbed her clit slowly, watching me as I stared at her. “Do you like what you see?”
“It’s like a dream.”
“It’s no dream. You have a beautiful woman who’s so hot for you she could come just from thinking about your beautiful cock. It was so hot when you came on me. Now, slowly put two fingers inside me.”
I reached down and found her opening again and did as she said.
“Good, good, slowly now. Imagine how that will feel around your tongue.” I continued stroking her and soon she thrust up against me and screeched in pleasure. Her pussy tightened around my fingers and fluid gushed out of her. After a minute she lay back and said, “Okay, it’s very sensitive now. Keep your fingers inside, move them slowly but don’t touch anything else yet.”
Soon her pussy was pulsing around my fingers and she said, “Okay, now use your other hand to lightly rub my clit.” I did so, and soon she had another quick climax. “That was good,” she said. “Now it’s time to go down on me.