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Friday Night Rites

If you have nine inches you can certainly share it with a couple of people.

Part one:  Ryan's story

I broke up with my long-time girlfriend about four months ago. Things just weren’t working for us anymore. It’s a good thing we realized it before we got married.

Lately I’ve been warming up to a new girl where I work. I’m just going to take it easy and let her get to know me better, and when I think the time is right I’ll ask here out, maybe for a casual date. I know she likes baseball, so maybe I’ll suggest we take in a game together, or something like that

But that’s not what I want to tell you about. I was twenty-four when this started. I have a sister two years older and a brother who is nine years younger, so he and I have never been close. I always considered Mason more of a pest than anything else. My sister Julia had been married to Taylor for six years and he was now twenty-eight. He wasn’t particularly good-looking, but he was affable. Nobody in my family could be called handsome. We’re all pretty average.

Besides his easy out-going personality, Taylor’s most distinctive feature was a full, almost black beard which he kept closely trimmed. I was envious. I inherited my red hair from my grandfather. None of the other family members has red hair, only me.

Taylor had worked for years in a plumbing warehouse before becoming a professional plumber. He was strong, but not muscular. Years of junk food and beer had taken their toll. He wasn’t fat by any means, but didn’t have the body he’d had at one time.

When I was growing up we had been a one-car-family with a two car garage. Dad had converted the other half of the garage into a workshop. He liked to build things. Since Dad was no longer around I parked my pick-up in the garage and had turned the other half into a “man-cave”. It had an old futon, a couple of leather, swivel office-chairs, a TV and a fridge. Nobody ever went in there.

One Friday evening Taylor showed up with a six-pack and suggested we go in my private place and watch some obscure game that was on. The game wasn’t interesting and he persuaded me to put on a porn channel. After a very few minutes he asked if I jacked off. When you think about it, that’s a pretty dumb question. I mean, you already know the answer. As I said, I'm between girlfriends, and I was jacking off more than usual…a lot actually.

He said, “Do you want to do it now?” I was a little taken aback.

“Now? In front of you?”

“Well, what I meant is, I need to, and I wondered if you wanted to do it at the same time.”

I asked, “What brought this on?”

He grimaced, “It’s simple, Ryan, I don’t get much sex from your sister, and my nuts are bursting.”

I could believe that. Julia had always been a religious nut, with church going taking up most of Sunday, Wednesday evenings and on Friday evenings she did something having to do with church business. Church is where she had met Taylor, though it was obvious he didn’t share her enthusiasm.

Taylor was rubbing his already hard cock through his pants, and it was obvious he had a big cock, which peaked my interest. Something else I had inherited, although I don’t know from who, is a big cock. Really, my cock stands a full eight inches when hard, and is big around. I’m not cut, but my foreskin only covers about half the head and disappears when I’m completely hard. It’s sort of bullet shaped.

I shrugged, “Okay, I guess so.”

Taylor stood up, unbuttoned the top button of his pants, unzipped them and pulled them and his briefs off, then pulled off his T-shirt so he was completely naked except for his work-boots. His cock was amazing. It wasn’t as fat as mine, but it was a good inch longer, which is a big difference in cock sizes. Whereas mine stands straight up, his has a slight curve, pointing toward his belly button. It also has a knob-like head which was a purple color.

He looked at me. “Well?”

I hadn’t thought about getting naked, but it seemed wrong now to just pull my cock out, so I stood up and stripped. We sat back down and I flopped my semi-hard cock around to make it get hard.

Taylor said, “Nice,” which made me feel more relaxed about what we were doing, or about to do.

I got back up and found a can of that yellowish motor grease that had been there for years. We used that to grease up our cocks and wacked away. It was crazy, but it felt good. I didn’t know that jacking off with somebody else would add to the pleasure. It was somehow a kick to watch Taylor move his fist up and down that long piece of hard meat. I also didn’t know Taylor had such a filthy mouth, which also added to the forbidden thrill.

He’d say things like, “Yeah, jack that nice cock of yours,” and, “Come on Ryan, let me see that cum flow,” and, “That’s it; beat it hard."

When I came I shot my cum all over the damn place.  Taylor came right afer me, and made as big a mess as I did.

Well, that was that Friday, and a one-time thing, right?

No, the next Friday he was back, and there was a repeat performance, a difference being he didn’t have to say anything to convince me to do it. We’d made a mess the first time what with the grease and the cum spurting everywhere, so this time before I got naked I got some proper lubricant and a couple of rags.

There was also another even bigger difference.

This time Taylor came first, and then reached over and started feeling my cock. I guess I was shocked in some mild way, but the whole situation was so crazy that nothing seemed that shocking, and again, I felt great. So I let him have at it.

He’d jack me and say, “Man, you’ve got a nice cock,” and, “I like the way your cock feels,” and, “Yeah, let me bring you off; I want to make that cum spurt.”

If there was precum, which there usually was, he’d smear it all over my cockhead with his thumb. And when I came he’d squeeze my cock and make the cum ooze out and down my cock and smear it all up and down, coating my cock with it. And sometimes he’s catch his own cum in his hand and use that to jack me off.

As you can tell, I’m not just talking about the second Friday night. This was Friday night after Friday night, week after week. It had quickly become our Friday routine. A once-a-week jack-off-orgy.

Another innovation he came up with after a couple of months is one night he rolled his chair around so he was right in front of me and began rubbing the heads of our cocks together. Again, who knew? I almost came right then. And sometimes he’d put them side by side, his cock pointing at my balls, and wrap his big hand around and jack them both at the same time. I mean Wow! I never touched his cock, never wanted to, but if he wanted to feel mine, welcome to it.

This went on for somewhere around eight months, and then there were a couple of missed Fridays, and then no more. I didn’t know what had happened, if he had gotten bored or moved on to new things or what, but I have to say I really missed our sessions. Jacking off alone didn’t seem nearly as satisfying as it had in the past, but I didn’t feel I could say anything about it when I saw him.

It was always just, “Hi, how’s it going?” or, “What’s new?”

I still like being around him a lot, and maybe someday I’ll just say, “Hey, Taylor, how about us jacking off together again?”

I might even offer to jack his cock, if I think it might help. Who knows?


Part two:  Mason's story

When I was fifteen I realized that I was gay, but didn’t know what to do about it. So now here I was almost seventeen and I had never had sexual contact with anyone. I would have liked to talk to someone, but I didn’t know who that could be. I have an older brother, but Ryan’s nine years older than me and we’ve never talked about anything serious or done anything together. I think when I was born he was resentful, but I don’t know that for a fact since, as I said, we never discuss things.

My older sister is married to a nice guy named Taylor. He isn’t handsome or anything, but I think he’s sexy. He has a really dark-brown beard that makes him look sort of mysterious. Or at least that’s what I think. I think he’s about twenty-nine, which makes him even older than my brother, but I always thought I could talk to him easier, but I didn’t know how to even approach him.

Months before, he’d started coming over on Fridays to spend time with Ryan. They’d go into Ryan’s “private space” that mere mortals weren’t allowed to enter and do I don’t know what. I know they watched TV, and I guess every game broadcast, and they drank beer, but jeeze, every Friday? Boring. Well, that’s what I thought. One night when he was leaving Taylor said he wanted to talk to me about something serious and secretive, and could I come over to his house at seven the next Friday.

I knew the front door was kept locked but the back one was always open when someone was at home, so I rode my bike around back, leaned it against the barbecue and went in.

The house was quiet so I called out, “Taylor?”

He yelled back, “In here, the bedroom.”

I went down the hall and into the room. He was propped up in the bed looking at a magazine. I had seen him shirtless before and knew his chest and stomach were covered with hair, as were the lower part of his arms, but he didn’t have hair on his shoulders or back, which I liked. He was wearing khakis and white socks.

He said, “Jump up here,” and patted the bed beside him.

I kicked off my shoes and climbed onto the bed. He opened a drawer in the night table and dropped the mag in, closing the drawer.

He looked at me. “Well, how are you?”

I grinned. “Fine.”

He continued looking in my eyes for a few more long seconds, then said, “There’s something serious I want to talk to you about. Some questions I have to ask. I’ve wanted to do this for quite a few months, and I think now is the right time. God knows nobody in this family will do it.”

I sat waiting for him, not knowing what to say.

He took a deep breath and let it out. “Okay, here goes. Do you like girls, and I mean really like them in a romantic or sexy way? Wait, don’t lie to me or we’re through, and I don’t just mean through here. If you lie to me now I’ll never believe anything you tell me again. So again, are you into girls?”

I felt trapped, but at the same time it was like a door had opened to let me out of a room I had been closed up in. I couldn’t speak, so I just shook my head.

He said, “Good. I mean good that you’re being honest with me. So next question, have you done anything with another boy?”

I know I sound dumb, but I really was naïve. I asked, “What do you mean?”

He sighed, “You know, anything… anything sexual. Have you ever sucked one of your friend’s cocks, for example?”

I was stunned. Did I have to answer, even though the answer was no? But if it had been yes, could I have answered? I looked down at the bedspread and shook my head as I mumbled, “No.”

Taylor didn’t say anything for a couple of minutes, then lifted my chin and said, “Look at me. All this is all right. First it’s just between you and me. Second there is nothing to be ashamed of. I mean, I believe you, but if you had said yes, it still would have been all right.”

Again there was a silence. Then he asked, “Would you like to?”

I said, “What?”

He said, “Come on Mason, work with me. Would you like to suck some guy's cock, yes or no?”

I shrugged and said, “I guess so.”

Taylor expelled a short breath. “There’s no guessing to it, either you do or you don’t, it’s that simple.”

I said, “Yeah.”

Taylor tucked his chin down so he could look in my eyes. “Would you like to suck my cock, you know, as practice?”

Now I was stunned, shocked, you name it, it’d fit. Here was Taylor, who I had daydreamed about many times and felt guilty about each time, asking me if I’d like to suck his cock. The question had a strange effect. My eyes went immediately to his crotch, and I was amazed by what I thought I saw. Or was I dreaming?

It looked like the biggest cock in the world was straining to get out of his pants. And he complied. He unzipped them and took out what must have a Guinness World Record holder. It was at least twice as long as mine. Of course, except for the guys at school I had snuck peeks at, I’d never seen any other cock.

He watched me watching his cock. “Here, try it. Just lick it.”

I hesitated and he said, “As I said, this is our secret. I’m not going to tell anyone, and neither are you.”

I leaned closer and stuck out my tongue, but didn’t lick. I just sort of pressed the flat of my tongue against his cockhead. He solved that by moving his cock slightly, making my tongue lick it. I was surprised at how it felt silky, satiny smooth to my tongue.

“Put your mouth on it. Put the head in your mouth. Just try it, see if you like it.”

I knew already I loved it. I did as he said, and he raised his hips in order to pull down his pants, but the movement also shoved more of his cock into my mouth. I stayed there, feeling it with my tongue and how the hard muscle covered with soft flesh felt so fantastic.

He quietly said, “Go up and down with your head. Don’t try to take it all or you’ll choke, but just go up and down and it’ll feel really good. Yeah, that’s it, keep doing that. You’re learning how to suck a cock real good.”

I continued to do what Taylor told me to do in the best way that I could. His words of encouragement made me feel special. In some way it was like a thousand doors opening, or the heavy curtains thrown back and golden sunlight filling the room.

Taylor said, “Mason, take your cock out and jack off. When you’re sucking my cock you have to come or you’ll be in pain later.”

Without taking my mouth off his cock I unzipped my pants and fished my stiff cock out. The front of my briefs was already soaked with precum. I jacked my cock, but I was concentrating on the one I had in my mouth. I wanted this to go on until Christmas, no, no, no, longer. I couldn’t think of any of those corny sayings like till Hell freezes over, or till the cows come home, or till pigs fly.

But soon Taylor pulled me up and said, “Jack off with me. Watch me come” and took over, beating his meat hard and fast.

I followed his lead and he came, spewing cum all over his stomach. I don’t think all the times I’ve come put together would amount to that much cum. That set me off and I shot off, some of my small amount landing on his leg.

He leaned back and laughed, “God that was good. That’s the best cock-sucking I’ve had in years. Did you like it?”

I could only grin like a fool.

He said, “Here, there’s one more thing I want you to do for me.”

He took his finger and ran it through the biggest blob of cum on his hairy stomach, then held it out to me and said, “Stick out your tongue.”

At this point I’d do anything he said, so stick out my tongue I did. He smeared his cum on my tongue and then pushed his finger into my mouth.

“Next Friday I want you to suck me off and let me cum in your mouth.”

I only focused on 'Next Friday'.

He chuckled, “I’m sure you can come up with a lie for your Mom.”

That week every day I thought up enough lies to keep me supplied for many Fridays, none of them involving Taylor. The next Friday he had me get naked and I did suck him off, and of course I loved it. I couldn’t believe that here I was, a skinny kid with some hair under my arms and a little around the base of my dick, sucking off this dream of a man with a huge cock.

After the fourth or fifth time Taylor said it was time for the next step. As usual, we started with him half sitting up in bed with his head against the headboard, while I knelt beside him and went up and down on his cock with my willing mouth. Taylor liked to just lie there quietly watching me work his cock. Sometimes he would jack it while I was sucking. There was plenty of cock left over that I couldn’t get in my mouth.

This time he shifted around, but said, “No, don’t stop. Keep sucking.”

He got where he could reach my asshole and smeared something kind of cold and wet all around it and stuck his finger, or several fingers in. Whatever it was he had put there soon felt nice and warm. He then grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled my head up, told me to lie stretched out on the bed on my stomach, pulled a pillow down and pushed it under my dick and spread my legs wide.

“Now Mason, I’m going to fuck your ass, and you’re going to love it. It’ll take some doing with your virgin ass, but once we get going it’ll be all you want.”

He put the end of his cock against my asshole and gently pushed, stopped, pushed again and did like that half a dozen times, each time pushing a little harder.

The last time he said, “Push back.”

I did, and I felt my asshole rip as his cock went in. At least it felt it had ripped. He didn’t move for a hand-full of seconds, and then pushed again.

I squirmed, trying to get away from the assault, but he grabbed my hair again and hissed, “No, you’re not going anywhere. Push back, push your ass on my cock.”

I tried to push and he did too, so his cock went in another couple of inches. Now I felt like my guts were being stuffed to bursting.

After a few more seconds of not moving he smoothly pushed the rest of his cock in, saying, “There I’m in. You’ve got all of my cock up your ass.”

I had no trouble believing it. I could feel the end of it jabbing into some part of me deep inside. I was relieved when he started to slowly pull it out, stupidly thinking it was all over, but when almost all the way out he pushed it back in, it felt ever farther. He did that about six times, each time going a little faster, until he was pulling out and plunging in over and over faster than I thought possible. The initial burning pain had gone away, but the fullness was still there. What I hadn’t realized yet was that it felt good.

Taylor would be lying on top of me, his weight crushing me into the mattress, and then he’d push himself up until his body would touch my body only when his cock was all the way in my gut. He’d grab my hair or my throat and pull me up so my head was against his chest.

He hissed in my ear, “Oh yeah, you got good boy pussy. You like my big cock in your tight little ass? Huh? That feel good Mason?”

I thought that maybe that pain was supposed to take away from the other, but now I know he’s just a little rough when he really gets going fucking, and I liked it. I now was liking everything about being fucked in the ass.

He kind of gasped out, “Yeah, I’m gonna cum in your ass. Take my cum. Take all of it.”

When he came he held me up as he made short jabs each time his cock spit out his cum, and then dropped me onto my stomach and fell on top of me, grinding his cock in me as the last of the cum came out.

We were both exhausted and lay there for a couple of minutes, but then I said, “Taylor, I can’t breathe. Let me up.”

He rolled off me, his soft but still long cock slipping out. I suddenly felt empty, but happy.

He slapped my ass and said, “That was great, Mason. That’s the best sex I’ve had in a long time. Hope you liked it.”

I had not only liked the way it felt and the way he did it, but I liked that I had given him so much pleasure.

I just smiled and said, “Yeah.”

I’m seventeen now, and we’ve done it every Friday since that time, except when it was raining and Mom wouldn’t let me go anywhere on my bike. Ryan won’t let me drive his truck. I’ll be glad when I get my own car. I heard Mom say that Julia might be pregnant. I don’t care as long as Taylor keeps letting me suck his cock and he keeps fucking me.

But recently I've been wondering about something.  What did Taylor and Ryan used to do in our garage all those Friday nights? Hmmm?

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