What was it about that time, the summer of 2001?  It felt like everything was all ahead of us, like nothing could go wrong.

This is Chris, by the way.  Chris Klein.  Remember me?  American Pie?  Election?  I know I’ve been off the radar recently, but there was a time where it seemed like everybody knew who I was, where I looked forward to a whole career of playing the naïve, hunky jock with a heart of gold.

But it didn’t work out that way.  Somehow, in the years between in the early aughts and now, it all turned to crap.

But back then, that summer, it was golden.  And for some reason, one experience stands out.  I’d never done anything like it before and I’ve never done anything like it since, but it happened, and I’m not ashamed to say that it was beautiful.

We’d wrapped up principle photography on American Pie 2 a few months earlier.  I was preparing for a role on We Were Soldiers, my first period movie and my first “adult” part.  On top of that, I’d gotten paid more from American Pie 2 than I’d ever been paid before.

I was meeting with my agent in New York City, going over a few of the hundreds of scripts that I was being asked to consider every month.  My cell phone rang and it was Seann – Seann William Scott, that is, though you might know him as Stifler.

Funny enough, back then a lot of us called him Stifler, too.  He was so much like his on-screen persona that it was nearly impossible to tell where he ended and the character began.  Seann didn’t mind it either.  I think he was proud.

“Hey, fuckface, how’s it going?” he asked me.

“Hey, Seann.  Not too bad,” I said.

“Well dude, I’m about to make your day a whole lot better.  Heard you were in town so I set up a little date for us.  You ready for this?”  I sighed.  I really wasn’t in the mood for Stifler antics.

“What is it…”

“Twins, dude.  Sheila and Tonia.  Can you fucking believe it?”  He guffawed – I had to hold the phone away from my ear.  My agent gave me a sideways look.

“Seann, I…man, I don’t think I’m up for a date tonight…”

“I’m gonna pretend that I didn’t just hear that.”

“Man, I got this thing going on with Katie right now…”  Katie Holmes and I had been dating for a few months at that point, and it was starting to feel serious.

“Katie?  Really?  Twins, dude.  I can’t believe I’m even having this conversation.  Fine, be a disgrace to men everywhere.”

“Aw, c’mon Seann, I mean, I don’t know…”

“Just do me a favor:  pull your panties out of your crack and get the fuck over here.”

***

I figured I’d just hang out with Seann long enough to get him off my back.  He opened the door to his apartment wearing nothing but a pair of shorts.  Seann and I worked out together whenever we could and we were both in the best shape of our lives.  He was thicker than me, but it worked on him.  Me, I was lean and tight – all American.

“What up, fucker!” he said as we slapped palms.  “For the love of god tell me you came to your senses on the way over here.”

“Seann, I appreciate that you set it up but Katie…”

“Did you suddenly sprout a vagina where your dick used to be?  These twins are fucking hot, man, and they want to fuck our brains out.”  I followed him into the kitchen where he pulled out a bottle of whiskey.  “Here, do a shot.”

“No thanks, it’s kind of early in the day.”  Seann stopped.  He sniffed at the air.

“What is that smell?  Oh I know – it’s pussy.  And it’s coming from your pants.  Now shut the fuck up and do a shot with me.”  He handed one to me and I downed it.  I felt it warming my stomach, then my whole body, making everything feel better.  I set down my glass and held it toward him for another.  Seann gave me a wink and started pouring.

“One of the main tenets of dudehood is that twins trump everything.  It’s like, sacred.”

I took a deep breath.  Seann handed me the shot, and I downed it.  “When are we meeting them?”

“That’s my man,” Seann said, clapping me on the shoulder, fixing me with his jack-ass grin.  “In two hours.  Just enough time to grab a shower and a few more drinks.”

Seann rarely talked about anything other than sex.  He stripped off his shorts in preparation for his shower and was standing there, naked, when he got on the subject of the twins.  He was talking about how the one had tits so firm they were like rocket ships, and he started chubbing up.

I’d seen Seann naked in the gym before, so I wasn’t weirded out about that.  But watching his thick dick get bigger – well, it was kinda strange.  I wasn’t embarrassed exactly, but I guess I couldn’t hide my weirdness cause Seann looked down and acknowledged it.

“Gonna pop one off in the shower, may as well get started now,” he said.

“Are you?”

“Damn right, bro – can’t go out with a loaded gun.”  He put his hand on his hip.  His cock was nice, I guess – he had a nice set of smooth nuts – and for some reason I started getting horny.  I think it was the proximity effect – like how when somebody yawns, you yawn too.  I started to get hard.

“Yeah, maybe I’ll do the same when I take a shower,” I said.

“Why wait, bro?  I got some fucking awesome porn the other day – c’mere.”  He motioned for me to follow him down the hall.  Seann had a real bubble butt.  It was firm from working out, like mine, and it even sort of bounced as he walked, like his half-hard cock was bouncing on the other side of him.  We went into his bedroom and he pulled a bag out from under his bed.  He handed me a DVD:  Shaved Asians 3.

“Those Asian chicks are fucking nasty, dude.”  He pointed out the DVD player.  “Enjoy,” he said with a wink.  I heard the shower start as I popped in the DVD and sat back on his bed to watch.  I remember feeling so horny, hornier than I’d felt in a while, but for some reason I didn’t want to cum right away.  I kept holding it off, knowing that Seann was going to be done soon but not really caring.

I heard the shower turn off and then Seann walked into the room.  He was toweling off his hair and his cock still looked chubbed.  My cock was fully hard but I hadn’t taken it out of my pants, and I had the feeling he hadn’t blown, either.  “Still enjoying our friends from the Orient?” he said, plopping next to me on the bed.  “Dude, look at your cock,” he said, unabashedly staring at the rod in my jeans.

“What?” I said.

“Fuck, I knew it was big but I had no idea.  That’s a deadly fucking weapon.”

“It’s not that big,” I said.

“The fuck it isn’t.  Take it out.”  I took it out.  Seann’s eyes were popping out of his head.  “That’s the fucking Empire State Building of cocks.”  He turned his attention to the porn.  Soon we were both stroking.  “Dude,” he said, like he’d just remembered something.  “Did I show what I picked up a few months ago?”  He reached under his bed and, to my amazement, pulled out a translucent green dildo.  “For Road Trip.  I had to do that seen where my character gets fingered till he cums.”

“Yeah, that was funny,” I said, lamely.

“Well, I wanted to get the facial expression right.  So I picked up this little beauty from the porno store.”

“You…used it?”

“Came like a motherfucker, dude.”  He held it in one hand and stroked himself with the other.  My cock was so hard.  “Come to think of it, it’s not much bigger than yours,” he said, holding it next to my cock.  I told my hand away and Seann grabbed it, holding my cock and his dildo next to one another in his hand.  “Check it out, same size exactly.”

“Wow,” I said.

“Dude, you could just pump yourself off in my ass if you wanted.”

“What?”

“Why not, right?”  Seann had this eager look I was familiar with, the look he got when he had a really great idea.  “You need to cum, so do I.  You can just fuck me till we both cum.”

“Really?  I mean, that’s kind of…serious.”

“Serious?  Dude, where is your sense of adventure?  I’m offering up a prime piece of ass here – virgin ass, if you want to get technical.  Talk about a sacred guy rule – nobody passes up fucking a virgin.”

“You really want me to…fuck you in the ass?”

“Geez, man, how else can I say it?” he said.  “Yeah, I want you to fuck me in the ass.”  He hopped up on all fours on the bed, spreading his ass out before me.  “Just start with your fingers, it kinda hurts at first.  There’s some lube in the bag under the bed.”

I couldn’t believe it was happening, but at the same time I was unsurprised.  Seann was really the type of guy who is up for anything.  I figured I could at least slide a finger into him and see where it went.  So I lubed one up and went for it.  His hole was pink and clean and super tight.  It went in really easy, and Seann was groaning, his cock still hard.  He asked me to put a second finger in him, then a third, and his moans only got louder with each one.

“Alright bro, I’m ready.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah I’m sure.  Just make sure your cock is really lubed up and slide it in slow.  It’s gonna be fucking sweet.”  I got behind him, lubed up my cock, and pointed it at his opened hole.  I held on to his hips and watched as my fat cock head flattened against his anus, then popped inside.  Seann whimpered a little “Oh, yeah.”  I slowly slid more of myself in him and he seemed fine, so I kept doing it.

“Okay, I’m all the way inside you,” I said.

“So fuck.  Go for it, bro.”  As weird as it was for me, once I got going it felt completely right.  I backed out, watching my cock appear from his depths.  Then I slid it back in, Seann grunting with pleasure as I was enveloped by his clean, smooth ass.  It felt just about as good as anything I’d ever fucked.

“Jesus, Chris, you fuck like my grandma.  Go to town on me, dude, what are you waiting for?”  I did my best.  I held him steady and rocked my hips, flexing my abs as I pumped his ass.  I took a chance and slammed into him really hard and fast, and Seann moaned like a girl.  So I kept doing that, harder and harder.  I could hear his cock slapping against his stomach, I think he was just as hard as I was.

“That’s it man, fuck my ass,” Seann said, keeping up a constant stream of encouragement and demands.  “Harder, make me feel it.”  I fucked him harder, harder than I’d ever fucked anyone, and Seann gave it right back to me.  It felt like I could never fuck him hard or deep enough.  I liked that.  I liked it so much that I felt like I was going to cum, and I told him.

“Jesus, dude, it’s only been a few minutes.  Can’t you make it last?”  I tried slowing down.  I fucked him real sweet, holding on to his body, sliding out of him slowly and shoving it back in.  But it was no use.  Within a few minutes I could feel myself losing it.

“I gotta cum, Seann.  I’m cumming.”

“Alright, bro, cum for me.  Cum in my tight little ass.”  That’s what I did.  I rammed it into him deep and held on to him for dear life as I lost my load.  Seann’s hole tightened around my cock and I figured he was cumming, too.  My mind entered some distant place or state, something like nirvana.  I felt so connected to him at that moment, maybe closer than I’d ever felt to anybody.

When we were done I slid down on my side.  I wanted to lie there like that, holding him, but Seann hopped up.

“Dude, we gotta meet those twins in less than an hour,” he said, picking up his towel and using it to wipe the cum and lube from his ass.  I watched him spray cologne on himself.  I stared at the ceiling.

“That was amazing,” I said.  Seann raised an eyebrow.

“Don’t go fagging out on me, Chris,” he said.

“You didn’t like it?” I said, sitting up.

“It was good enough, man, but you gotta keep your eyes on the prize.  Twins, bro.  Twins.”

He was so blasé, while I felt completely changed.  And in a way, nothing was ever the same.  I had a hard time being normal around Seann.  When I’d try to talk about what happened he’d get uncomfortable and change the subject.  He’d say I was acting like a chick, but I couldn’t help it.  What we’d shared had felt so real.  I couldn’t go back.

Somehow the image of those Towers falling a few months later clinched it in my mind.  Everything had peaked, the golden age had passed by without us even realizing it.

I started drinking more, for a while with Natasha Lyonne, who’d been in the American Pie movies too.  But she started going off the rails and before I knew it I was, too.  I got some DUI’s, did a couple stints in rehab.  I still get film roles but they’re nothing like what I used to get offered.

I try to live in the present but sometimes I can’t shake it, the memory of what it was like.  I think about that summer, that afternoon with Seann, where everything seemed possible but nothing was what it seemed.

“Fuck your girlfriend,” Patrick said to Rob, and they sunk into a tense silence that lasted the whole way up the slope.  The ski resort was closing and they were the last ones who’d been allowed to get in line for the lift.  Those behind them got turned away – parents and children, groups of teenagers who loudly voiced their disappointment.

Patrick had looked back at them, cheerful people in colorful winter gear streaming back toward the bright lodge, then shuffled forward in line a few steps behind Rob, his best friend.  Most of their day had been enjoyable.  Rob had been surprisingly flirtatious toward Patrick, racing him down the trails, even slapping his ass once when Patrick bent forward to adjust his boot.

The conflict had begun in the bathroom of the lodge just before they headed out for their last run.  They’d stood beside each other at the urinals, unzipping and unbuttoning through layers of clothing before unleashing their cocks and letting loose with a hot stream.

They were alone.  Rob looked askance at Patrick’s cock.

“Well hello there, Little Mr. Baker,” Rob said.  Baker was Patrick’s last name.

“He says hi back,” Patrick said, taking a long look at Rob’s cock, a look he wouldn’t have dared had it not been invited.

“Better not look too long at mine or yours’ll start to salute,” Rob said with a cocky smile, shaking off the last drops of piss and tucking his cock back in his pants.

“That’s what you’d like to think,” Patrick said, finishing up.  They washed their hands beside each other.  “Anyway, you pop a boner as soon as you get your hands around mine.”

Patrick had barely gotten the words out before the door swung open and a guy, who was around their age, walked in.  Rob gave his friend a cold look and Patrick felt his stomach sink.

They left the lodge and re-attached their skis.  Rob was sullen.  Approaching the lift, Patrick felt his anger and frustration well up.

“Is it a fucking crime that I even acknowledge it?” he said to Rob in a fierce but quiet voice.  Rob, teeth clenched, looked off at the slope, looked like he would have been happy if an avalanche would bury them both and put an end to this particular conversation.  “It’s not like we only do it when we’re drunk anymore.  It’s all the time, and I’m sick of pretending like it isn’t.”

“It’s not me that’s trying to make it into something so fucking serious.  Stop making such a goddamn big dramatic deal out of it,” Rob said, moving quickly so that Patrick had to keep up in order to hear him.

“You’re the one who makes a big deal out of it,” Patrick said.  “You make it into this huge thing, to where I’m not even allowed to mention it without you looking like you want to punch me in the face.”

Rob’s fists were indeed clenched at his side.

“Well unlike you I have a girlfriend,” he said, over-enunciating the word like it was made of precious metal, and that’s when Patrick said what he’d said.

***

So the lift swung under their butts and whisked them away, the lights and sounds receding until nothing was left but the dark trees and howl of the wind.  They sat one seat apart.  Earlier they’d sat together, letting their thighs touch.

They got off the lift.  For a moment they stood beside one another.  It was quiet, they were alone, the rest of the skiers had already descended.  Then Rob pushed off and Patrick followed.  He was heading down the trail toward a black diamond, a slope Patrick had skied before but one that never failed to give him the willies.  Rob didn’t hesitate, didn’t wait to give Patrick a grin or a word of encouragement or derision, he just pushed off and left.

Patrick took a deep breath.  The drop was almost vertical.  He moved toward the edge, and then there was no stopping.  He was heading down, rushing faster and faster, trying not to think as he dug his skies in from side to side.  The slope rushed past as he maintained control, even letting himself straighten out a little, gaining in speed until he felt it, a wiggle, a little loss of confidence, and his ski wobbled more and he knew that he was going to lose it.

He fell, head over heels, careening down the slope as snow roughly crunched against his face and down his collar and the waist of his pants.  When it was over and he looked around he saw he was at the bottom.  Neither of his skies were attached to his feet.  He laid there for a minute, eyes on the empty sky.

“You alright?” Rob called, rushing toward him.  There was real fear in his voice.

“Yeah,” Patrick replied, starting to get up.  But there was a sharp pain in his thigh – and he immediately went back down.

Rob grabbed his arm and helped him up.

“Your foot?” Rob asked.

“No, my thigh.  It’s cramping up.”

“C’mon,” Rob said.  After taking off his skies he wrapped Patrick’s arm around his neck.  Together they hobbled toward a small cabin just at the edge of the woods.  Probably it had once been a ski patrol station, but now it was unused.

Rob unlatched the door and they hopped inside.  It was empty but for a wooden bench.  Rob helped Patrick sit down on it.  Patrick tried to stretch out his leg but winced from the pain.  He tore the gloves off of his hands and unzipped the leg of his snow pants, reaching in to massage it out.  “Fuck that fuckin hurts,” he said.

Rob got on his knees.

“Lemme see,” he said, and reached his hands around Patrick’s long-underwear-clad thigh.  He massaged the knot.  His hand were warm.  Patrick looked down at him, but Rob didn’t notice.  He seemed lost in his own world.  Patrick knew the look, and started getting hard.

Patrick’s thigh muscle began to relax.  Rob’s hands creeped higher and he felt what was there.  Patrick stood up and Rob stood with him.  He reached for Rob’s coat and zipped it open.  Rob did the same, the two of them uncasing stiff shells of winter gear until they got at the steaming hot flesh underneath.  Finally with bare chests and rock-hard cocks they came together, Rob hesitant at first, then kissing Patrick enthusiastically, their mouths conjoined and comingled, tongues reaching for one another.

Rob’s hands went right for Patrick’s cock, and in a minute he was on his knees, looking at it worshipfully.  It had always been like this, from the first time they’d jacked off together.  Patrick had an exceptional cock, thick and heavy, quite a contrast to Rob’s.  Rob lost all his posturing when it came to Patrick’s dick, all the macho shit melting away, his girlfriend likely the furthest thing from his mind.  He hefted the dick in his palm, letting it graze across his hand, gazing at it.  Then he took it in his mouth.

Yes, the mixed messages that Patrick often tried to process in his confused mind fell away when Rob knelt before him, because then it was perfectly clear:  Rob loved sucking his cock.  Rob, his best friend since junior year of high school, the guy who liked to shoot his guns and go four-wheeling in the woods, simply collapsed at the sight of his dick, couldn’t stuff enough of it down his throat, would blow him passionately at the sight of it and enjoy it to the last drop.

Patrick placed his hand on Rob’s knit cap.  He took it off and tossed it onto the wooden floor.  Rob’s floppy black hair fell over his eyes, undulating with the bobs of his head.  Patrick put his hand on the back of Rob’s head and subtly pushed him along.  In the silvery light that reflected into the cabin’s windows, he saw Rob’s lips stretching to accommodate the base of his shaft.  Rob had him to the hilt.  He grasped Patrick’s balls, his lips pressed against his pubes, letting Patrick’s cock rest in his throat.

Patrick backed him off and pulled Rob to his feet.  He felt for Rob’s cock – which was small but perfect, diamond-hard and slick with precum.  He knelt down before Rob and took his cock in his mouth, enjoying it for what he could.  Blowing Rob never lasted long, even though Patrick felt like it was where he was meant to be – he liked Rob’s little dick, he liked pleasuring his hot friend more than he liked getting sucked by him, even; but Rob would inevitably push him off after a minute or so.  Once Rob admitted to Patrick that he thought his dick was pathetic and didn’t understand why anybody would want to suck it.  It didn’t matter how much Patrick said he liked it.  Rob didn’t want to hear that shit, anyway.

Instead of letting Rob push him away Patrick motioned for Rob to join him on the floor.  It was a little dusty, but fine, and they met up head-to-crotch for a sixty nine.  Patrick had found that Rob could lose himself like this, as long as he had Patrick’s cock in his mouth.  The position was awkward but Patrick made sure Rob had full rein over his cock, holding his balls in one hand and chugging the thick dick past his gag reflex.  Patrick had to adjust his neck to reach Rob’s, which was leaky as all hell, his nuts drawn up tight around the base.

It seemed easier for Patrick to be on top of Rob, so he rolled him over and swung one leg over the side of Rob’s head.  Rob groaned as his throat was stuffed full of Patrick’s meat and Patrick had an easier time taking Rob.  He knew they would cum like this, dicks in each other’s mouths, and he knew they could do it at the same time.  Rob was close.  Patrick took his cute butt in his hands and boldly dug his fingers into Rob’s crack.  Rob couldn’t have protested even if he’d wanted to, but to Patrick it seemed that Rob spread his legs just as far as his bunched-up pants would allow.

Patrick found Rob’s butthole, scorching and sweaty.  He pressed his fingertip to it, feeling Rob suck him deep.  Without warning Rob let his jizz fly, his asshole clenching as shot after shot of cream flooded Patrick’s throat.  Patrick let himself go then, too, hearing Rob’s satisfied gulps as he swallowed down his jizz.

They were done.  They dressed in silence, but it wasn’t tense silence anymore.  Sometimes the sex made things tenser – made Rob turn away in shame and run off to the bathroom or leave without another word.  And sometimes it ended up like this – the sex softening things, paving a smooth exit, Rob offering a warm goodbye and the promise for a phone call the next day.

They gathered their skis and then Patrick followed Rob, the two of them shushing through the snow to the closest lift, but before they reached it it was clear that it had stopped running.  Patrick felt a rising panic in the quiet of the falling snow.  How were they going to get back to the lodge?  How were they going to get home?  He looked to Rob and saw that he didn’t know either.

I was trying to be good, I really truly was.  Then Joey walked up to me in the gas station wearing a black ribbed shirt tight enough to show the hard, nubby nipples on his pecs.

“Hey Nate,” he said.  What was I supposed to do?  I said “hey” back.  “Long time no see,” he said, getting really close to me so our conversation wouldn’t carry into the store.  The place was bustling, as usual – the Sheetz on Market Street is sort of the hub of my small town.  “What have you been up to?”

Since…, I thought.  Since the night I’d trashed my relationship with my sister, probably for good, by sleeping with him.  “I’ve been alright,” I said.  “How about you?”

“Good,” he said, sliding his hands into the pockets of his track pants, inching the waist of them low enough so that his taut, white stomach showed.  “I thought maybe you’d went back to the city.”

“Nah,” I said.  “Still here.”  Of course I’d known that Joey was still around.  About a month ago my mom had mentioned, casually, that my sister was seeing “that construction worker again, that Joey.”  She was mercifully in the dark about me and my sister’s falling out, and I sure as shit didn’t see a reason to go into specifics.

“I got a job up at the hospital,” I said.  ”Just admissions, paperwork and stuff.  It’s good.”

“Cool.  So where do you live?”

“I was staying with my parents but I just got a place, right down the street from here, actually, in the old opera house building.”

“Cool,” Joey said.  He looked around then back at me.  “So, like, what are you doing later?”

It was the moment I’d both anticipated and feared.  Despite the guilt that had sometimes made me physically ill over the past four months, I still wanted him.  Dreamt about him.  Jacked off thinking about him.  And yeah, I’d even driven past his parents’ trailer more than a few times, just to make sure he was still around.

“Nothing,” I said.

“I’m supposed to go to this party, but if you –”

“Joey – you comin?” called a voice from across the store.  Joey looked back toward the door and I followed his gaze to Roger Eli, a guy who’d been a couple years ahead of me in school.  Joey turned back to me.

“I want to stop by later tonight,” he said.  “What apartment?”

I found myself saying “Four-oh-two.”  Joey nodded and turned and strode to the door where Roger waited, holding open the door.  They walked out together, and I put my pint of Ben & Jerry’s back in the freezer and headed home to wait.

***

What I came to realize in the next few weeks was that Joey was an insatiable sex hound who seemed attracted to me possibly for the sole reason that I was willing to get it on as often as he was.

He showed up at my door a little after midnight, that first night, looking drunk and half horny, half apprehensive.  But it was less than a minute before we were full-on making out.  He fucked me against the kitchen counter, pounding my ass with an intensity I’d forgotten from our last encounter.  We hardly talked, just boned away until we both blew, he in the condom up my ass and me all over the cookie sheet I’d used to make garlic bread earlier that evening.

And later, after I’d reheated the rest of that bread and we’d eaten it with some leftover pasta and a generous amount of cheap wine, he fucked me again – this time in the shower, and bareback, and we came together as he held me fully aloft, my legs wrapped around his waist and his arms under my thighs, hoisting me up as he plowed his dick into me.

And the next morning (I’d made him sleep on the couch) he woke me up by coming into my room with a big old boner in his boxer briefs, which he stuffed in my ass for the third time in six hours.

So I filed my guilt away to the back cabinets of my mind and got it on with him, the best lay of my life.  We fucked at least once a day.  I gave him a key to my place.  Sometimes I’d come home to find him naked in my bed, boner ready and waiting.  I’d hop on and ride him before I even ate dinner.

Then one Friday when he’d come over with a case of beer and the intention of fucking me all night, he told me “Your sister’s been wondering where I am all the time.”

We’d just had a shower and were sitting on the couch watching TV, passing a joint.

“What did you tell her?” I said.

“Well she knows my mom is sick.  I tell her I’m over there helping them out, but she must know something’s up cause my mom said she saw Trish’s car going past a couple times when I was over here.”

“Fuck,” I said, blowing out a hit. “You don’t think she suspects anything, do you?”

“No way,” Joey said.  He set the roach on the coffee table.  “She – she never talks about that night.  Even though I apologized for it and all.  She’s caught me cheating on her before with Jen Ericksen.  I think she thinks I’m with her.”

“Fuck,” I said again.

“I’m careful.  I always park in back when I come here.”

“I know.  Still.”  I was stoned and the full gravity of my situation was hitting me way too hard.  I must have been sitting there lost in my own thoughts for a good while, cause Joey finally called over to me.

“Hey,” he said.  I looked at him, laid back on the couch, wearing nothing but a pair of basketball shorts, his hard cock tenting up the crotch.  I reached over, and pulled down the waistband.  Joey’s breathing got faster.  So did mine.  I got between his legs so his cock was in front of my face.

“Does Trish suck your cock?” I said.

“Sometimes,” Joey said.

“Does she suck it as good as me?”

“No way,” Joey said.  I went down on him, a few passes, sucking just as well as I could – no teeth, deep throat, tongue sliding hard against the underside.

“Tell me more about what she’s like,” I said when I came up for air.  My cock was hard and I humped it against the couch cushion as Joey talked.

“I have to beg her for it.  She doesn’t swallow.  And she goes too fast, like she’s trying to get it over with.  Not like you.”

“Does she play with your ass?”

“No way,” Joey said.  “She would never go back there.  She won’t even let me do that stuff to her, she thinks it’s dirty.”

I rubbed my finger along the slot of Joey’s asshole.  He quivered, his nuts tightened up into his body.

“Do you eat her pussy?”

“Yeah,” Joey said breathlessly.  I had his slick cock in one hand and my other hand was under his nuts, my index finger pressed against his tight hole.

“Does she like it?”

“Yeah.  But she doesn’t get the way you do when I eat you out.”

“What about when you fuck her?”

“It’s not like it is with you.”

“How so?”

“She doesn’t give it back to me as good.  Sometimes she just kinda lays there.”  I pressed my finger tighter to his hole.  His cock was harder than hard.

I said the words I’d thought a million times before but hadn’t had the gall to say. “I want you to fuck me like you fuck my sister.”

“Yeah,” Joey said, rising from the couch to kiss me.  He threw me on my back, hard, then grabbed my ankles and yanked my legs up and over my head, spreading my ass wide.  He went down on me, voraciously eating me out, until I was wet enough and he could slide a finger inside.

“Am I tighter than her?”

“So much, man.  Her pussy doesn’t even compare to your ass, it’s so fucking tight.”  Joey fingered me slowly, steadily.  He bent down and took my cock in his mouth, making a couple of breathless passes before coming back up.

“Do you ever think of me when you’re fucking her?”

“Sometimes,” Joey said.  “Once I fucked you right after I fucked her.  You sucked my cock right after it’d been in her pussy.”

“Oh fuck,” I said, my dick pulsing and my ass clenching down on Joey’s insistent finger.

“You like that I fucked her right before I fucked you?” he said.

“Yeah,” I said.

“I drop more loads in you than I ever do in her,” Joey said.  “Cause I know I can do anything with you, cause you’re as dirty as I am.”

Joey took out his finger.  He positioned himself, his cock to my hole, and slowly he slid it home.  We fucked so slow, cause we were both so close.  He fucked me slow and deep and we kept a steady stream of filthy talk between us, all of it about my sister.

Later, I had him on his stomach, on the bed, and I was eating him out – his favorite post-sex, pre-second-round activity.  Sometimes I’d eat him out for an hour, just burying my tongue in his hairy butt while he ground his cock against the bed.

“You like my tongue in your ass?” I said.

“Yeah,” Joey said.

“You want more?”

“I dunno…”  To that point I’d never done anything with his ass other than finger it while I sucked and rimmed him.  But that night he was ready for the whole nine yards.

I grabbed his hips and pulled his hips back so that he was on his knees, his ass raised up.  I knelt behind him and put my cock against his crack, pressing against it.  Joey moaned.

“I want to fuck you,” I said.

“Yeah,” he said.  “Fuck me.”  I lubed up.  I took my time.  I loved that, even after all we’d done together, even after all he’d done with other girls his whole life, I was taking his virginity.  When I was in the whole way I gave him time to adjust.  I reached underneath him – his cock was rock hard.

“You like it?”

“I do,” Joey said.  “I like you in my ass.”  I slowly slid out, then back in.  Joey groaned.  “Fuck me,” he said, so I grabbed hold of his hips and had my way.

“You can’t get this from Trish,” I said.

“Fuck no,” Joey said.  A few more pumps inside him and I had him screaming “Fuck me!” at the top of his lungs, which I did, until I blew what felt like the biggest load of my life, up inside the ass of my sister’s boyfriend.

***

They continued, our epic all-night suck-and-fuck fests, for another week.  And then it happened.  I ran into my sister at the supermarket.  And Joey was with her, manning the shopping cart.  I tried to turn around but it was too late.  I pushed my cart down the aisle, hoping I could pass them by with a minimum of drama.

She saw me then.  She was shocked.

“Hi,” I said.

“How dare you even talk to me,” she said, “after what you did.” 

She continued in that vein, admonishing me, her younger brother, in a way that, despite its intensity, was familiar.  This time I was a seducer, the violator of her innocent boyfriend.  I stood there, half-listening, suddenly seeing it for the self-protecting fiction that it was.

Because there was Joey, beside her.  He was stooped low, hanging on to the cart for dear life.  Yeah, I’d fucked up.  I was quite probably deranged, and a pervert.  But if I was ever going to figure anything out it wasn’t going to be there, in the cleaning products aisle.

So I walked away, her sneering judgments fading until I was around the corner and out of site.  I’d abandoned my cart, left it sitting right next to them, and I wondered if Joey would do something with it or just leave it where it was.

Just after the final bell rang and we’d all scuttled into our seats Mr. Christianson shut and locked the classroom door.  That was strange.

Stranger still was that the girls in Mr. Christianson’s eighth-period science class had been asked to report to Miss Latham’s room down the hall, while we boys were in our usual classroom.

Mr. Christianson faced us.  “So,” he said, rubbing his hands together.  “Are we ready to get started?”

“What are we doing today?” asked Jimmy Cowalski.

“Yeah, why aren’t the girls here?” said Dan DeMarco.

“And why’d you lock the door?” said Anthony Mackelis.

“Okay, okay,” Mr. Christianson said, holding out his hands to silence us.  He began lowering the window blinds.  “Today we’re going to continue the lesson we’ve been studying for the last three months:  biology.”  Dan DeMarco and a couple others groaned.

“Now, now,” Mr. Christianson said.  “Over the course of the year we’ve discovered a lot about the inner workings of the body – the digestive, circulatory, and nervous systems.

“But equally important to understand is the outer realm of the body.  The skin is, after all, the body’s largest organ.”  Dan DeMarco snickered at the word “organ.”

“Now all of you are young and your bodies are still developing,” Mr. C continued.  He faced us, resting his butt against his desk.  “My hope today is that, by examining the body of a man who’s already gone through these changes, you’ll be able to better understand how a fully-adult male’s body looks and functions.”

I shifted in my seat, unsure of where this was going.

“I’ve locked the door because this is a private lesson, and I want all of you to feel absolutely comfortable.  This is our time – a safe space for us to explore and question and study.   Feel free to ask or try anything that interests you, no matter how ‘out there’ it seems.

“With that in mind, I don’t want anybody to judge anyone else.  Everybody’s questions here are valid – we won’t make fun of anybody for thinking a little differently or saying or showing things we aren’t accustomed to.  Is that understood?”

“Yes,” everyone said.  I think they were just as perplexed as I was.

“Good,” Mr. Christianson said.  “I want you to gather around me in front of the class – that’s right, Dan, even you in the back.  Sit on the floor, on top of a desk, wherever.”

When everyone had found a place, Mr. Christianson kicked off his shoes, then took off his socks.  “Now I’m going to get nude.  Nobody should be alarmed.  The naked body is natural, it is how we were all born,” he said as he removed his tie and started unbuttoning his shirt.  Everyone got quiet.  Mr. Christianson folded each piece of clothing as he took it off.  When he undid his belt and started undoing his pants, you could have heard a pin drop.  Mr. C wore little red briefs.  He took those off, too, and his long, floppy, blond-haired dong swung into view.

He stood back, allowing us to take in every inch of him.

“Now I don’t want to sound full of myself, but I’ve been told that I have something of an ideal male form.  I exercise regularly, which accounts for my lack of body fat, and the definition in my muscles.”

He really did have a nice body – solid and muscular without seeming over-worked, with a light smattering of blondish hair that fanned across his bulging pectorals, flowed down his flat, toned stomach, and ended in a thick thatch of pubes.

“You’ll notice all of the hair on my body – torso, arms, genitals, legs,” he said as he walked among us so we could get a closer look.  “If anyone would like to feel it, please do.  Anthony?”  Anthony Mackelis reached out and felt Mr. C’s chest.  He ran his hand down Mr. C’s stomach but stopped short of his crotch.  Mr. C came over to me.  “Nate?”  I touched his warm, broad chest and ran my hand down his stomach but, like Anthony, I stopped short of touching anything else.  Mr. Christianson moved on.

“Body hair is a secondary sex characteristic, and is something some of you might have already – Kuzac, you perhaps?”

“Huh?” Mike Kuzac said, looking up from staring at Mr. C’s cock.  Kuzac was something of a jock and was not adept when it came to academics.

“Do you have much body hair?”

“Yeah, I guess I do,” Kuzac said.

“Would you mind showing the class?”

“I guess not…”

“Then come up here, please.”

Kuzac ambled to the front of the class and stood next to Mr. Christianson, who instructed him to take off his shirt.

“I’m sure I don’t have to point out the differences to you,” Mr. Christianson said, indicating to Kuzac’s wide chest and the dark swaths of hair that covered it.  “This is thicker, darker body hair, much more copious than mine…” he added as he ran a hand through it; “…including great volume of it across the stomach and abdomen.”  He hooked his finger into the waistband of Kuzac’s shorts.  “May I?” he asked.  Kuzac looked confused, but nodded.  Mr. Christianson yanked down the waistband of Kuzac’s shorts to reveal his dense crop of pubes.  “And it continues all the way down to the genitals.”  We all craned our necks to get a better look.

“Notice that Kuzac’s nipples have become erect.  This can be due to different factors – temperature of the room, a breeze, or even human touch,” he said, flicking his finger over Kuzac’s erect tit.  “Kuzac, if you do the same to my nipple, you’ll notice the same effect.”  Kuzac did so, and Mr. Christianson’s pink nipple puffed up.

“Thank you Kuzac,” Mr. Christianson said, and Kuzac went back to his seat, still shirtless.

“Now we’ll spend some time on the genitals – something I’m sure you’re all familiar with,” he said, smirking.  Everyone chuckled.

“The adult penis varies in size and shape.  There is no right or wrong size- all function in much the same way.  You’ll notice that my penis hangs fairly low, the head going past the testicles.  I am circumcised, probably as many of you are.”  He took his cock in his hand and gently stroked it.

“Notice that as I become aroused, the blood vessels in my penis fill, making the penis fatten and considerably increasing its size.

“Don’t be put off by what is, admittedly, an exceptional endowment.  Not many men can claim a penis of comparable length and girth, not even many of your fathers.  But the size will give you a good opportunity to take a comprehensive look at the erection and what it is made up of.”  Mr. Christianson approached my side of the group.  He held his hard-on in his hand and presented it for our perusal.

“Note the thick, tubular veins that run along the organ,” he said, tracing them with his finger.  “Note as well the smaller, spider-like veins – you may need to lean closer to see.”  We bent forward.  Chucky Sorensen reached his finger out to touch one of the veins, and when he did Mr. C’s cock jumped upward and almost hit his face.

“Sorry about that.  Don’t be afraid to touch it and explore.”  We each did in turn, hefting it in our hands and feeling its length.  I was sort of amazed by the feel of it, so hot and heavy.

“As we’ve studied, the testicles are where our actual sperm cells are stored,” Mr. Christianson said as he approached the other side of the class.  “I’ve refrained from ejaculating for a week so that you’d get a better look at the testicles when they are heavy and full.”  Several of the boys – including Dan DeMarco – hefted Mr. C’s nuts in their hand.  Mr. Christianson’s dick was still hard.  It hung heavily out from his body and had a pearl of precum at the tip.  When Kuzac went to hold Mr. C’s nuts, the tip of the teacher’s cock made contact with his arm.  When Kuzac pulled his arm away the precum stringed out into the air between Kuzac’s arm and Mr. C’s cock.

“Sorry about that,” Mr. Christianson said.  He used his finger to break the string, then he casually popped his finger into his mouth.

“Weird,” Dan remarked.  “You can eat that stuff?”

“It’s a matter of preference, really, but yes, anybody can.”  Everybody looked to Kuzac, who was holding out his precum-spotted arm.  Kuzac shrugged, brought his arm to his mouth, and licked off Mr. C’s precum.

“Seems okay,” Kuzac said.  Anthony reached out for the precum that remained on Mr. C’s dick head and licked it off of his finger.

“Cool,” he said.  Then everyone wanted to try.  Mr. Christianson seemed amused but he complied, parading his dick around the room, squeezing upward from the base to produce more juice so that each boy could get a taste.

“Don’t worry,” he said once he ran out.  “There’ll be lots more.”

He went to the front of the class again.  “Now I want to ask for a volunteer.”  I was feeling brave, and curious about what was coming next, so I raised my hand.

“Nate, fantastic.  One more.”  To everyone’s shock, Dan DeMarco raised his.  Dan never volunteered for anything.  “Nate & Dan then – perfect.  Come on up, boys.”  We approached the front of the class and stood next to each other.

“I was hoping we could get you boys to demonstrate for the class your own sexual development.  Can I have you remove your shirts and pants?”

I looked to Dan, but he’d already started undressing.  It felt weird to strip with everyone watching, but having Mr. Christianson totally nude and hard next to me made it seem more normal.

Dan took his underwear down then off so I did the same, and we stood there naked.  Mr. Christianson walked around us, looking us up and down.

“We really couldn’t have had two better volunteers to compare and contrast.  Note first how Dan’s muscles are developed and shaped…” he said, running his fingers along Dan’s bicep, “…his chest already exhibiting hair growth.  While Nate’s body still retains its boyish appearance with lithe musculature and smooth skin.”  Mr. C ran his rough fingers down my abdomen.  I couldn’t help it – my cock started to rise.  Mr. Christianson took note and said, “Dan, if you also wouldn’t mind achieving an erection?”  But Dan’s cock was already stiffening, and soon both of our cocks were at full attention.

“Note the contrast in their genitalia – Nate’s is obviously quite thick and long, with plenty of loose skin and a bulbous head.  Dan’s is shorter in stature and skinnier.  Note how Dan’s erection is rigid and upright, while Nate’s still hangs at an angle.”  As he explained this his hands were all over us, holding our cocks, reaching under our balls, caressing our stomachs.  I was kind of wishing he’d never stop, but he eventually thanked us for volunteering and sent us back to our seats.

Dan didn’t put his clothes back on so neither did I.  I noticed his cock wasn’t going down, either.

“Okay, class, let’s examine the lower half of the male body,” Mr. C said, gesturing toward his pelvis and legs.  “Notice the definition in the various muscles – thighs, quads…”  He turned around.  “Glutes, ham strings, calves,” he continued.  “Note the classic ‘v-shape’ of the back, tapering at the waist; as well as the rounded, muscled appearance of the buttocks.

“I don’t imagine any of you boys have given much thought to your rectums, except for being the place where we evacuate our bowels.  But as you grow into your sexual development you’ll find the anus can be a powerful source of sexual stimulation.  And it’s worth examining anyway just to understand how they work.  So…”

Mr. Christianson climbed atop his desk and got on all fours with his backside to us.  “Please, get closer, gather around,” he said.  He had a well-developed butt for sure – smooth, rounded, muscular.  He lowered his chest to the desk and spread his ass as wide as possible.  His asshole was pink and fresh-looking and he had a brush of light blondish hair running down his crack.  “I showered just before class, so I should be clean as a whistle.”  Once we were all near to his butt – Dan DeMarco, who’d been the last person anyone would call a brown-noser, practically had his face in Mr. C’s crack – Mr. C continued his lesson.

“Obviously the pink, slick area is the anus.  The ring of muscle there is known as the sphincter.  Notice how it changes when I tense…”  His butthole squinched up.  “…And relax.”  It went slack.  “The sphincter is quite a bit tighter than most give it credit for.

“Dan, would you grab that tube on the desk next to my bag?  I want you to apply that to your finger, and then to my anus.”  Dan grabbed it, and smeared the gooey stuff all around Mr. C’s hole.  “Now push the tip of your finger right to the entrance – ah – that’s it.  Are you getting a feel for how tight it is?”

“Yes,” Dan said.

“Push a little harder,” Mr. C said, and the tip of Dan’s finger slipped inside of him.  “Awww…that’s perfect.  Now feel the difference between when I bear down…”  He paused.  “…and when I relax.  Do you feel it?”

“Yeah, it’s really tight,” Dan said.

“Let the other boys try,” Mr. Christianson said.  We each did, one at a time.  I noticed that the more who tried, the deeper the fingers were disappearing into Mr. Christianson’s hole.  When Kuzac stuck in his fat finger, Mr. Christianson’s cock – which was half-hard and hanging between his legs – oozed out a string of precum that pooled on to his desk.

Now Dan and I weren’t the only ones aroused – most of our classmates were pitching tents.

“It is really tight,” Jimmy remarked on his turn.

“Yes, but you’d be surprised at what the sphincter can accommodate.  Obviously, just as it can stretch to allow the exit of feces, it can allow the entrance of objects just as large or larger.”

“Like how large?” asked Dan.

“Well, many homosexuals choose to have intercourse via the anus.  So yes, the anus is pliable enough to accommodate an erection.”

“No way!” Dan challenged.

“Why don’t you give it a try?” Mr. C said.  I thought I’d seen everything up to this point, but I was wrong.  As Mr. Christianson gave him instructions, Dan lubed up his cock and climbed on to the desk behind our teacher, lining up his cock with Mr. C’s butthole.

“Go slowly,” Mr. C instructed, and we all watched, amazed, as Dan sank his cock into our science teacher’s hole, the inches disappearing until the lower half of Dan’s body was mashed right against Mr. C’s.  Mr. Christianson groaned.  His dick let out another small stream of juice.

“Does that actually feel good?” I asked.

“Indeed it does,” Mr. C said breathlessly.  “Some pain is normal, too, but the rectum is full of nerve endings – there’s lots of feeling.  I’ll bet it feels pretty good for you, too, huh Dan?”

“Oh yeah, Mr. Christianson.”

“Feel free to give it a few pumps.”

“If I do that I’ll cum…”

“Then by all means.  But if you wouldn’t mind, please pull out when you’re ready to ejaculate and do it on my back, so the rest of the class can observe.”

But Dan, who’d already started pumping Mr. Christianson’s butt, had passed the point of no return.

“I’m c-c-cumming,” Dan stammered.  His eyes rolled back in his head and his face twisted up.  Dan grunted, breathing hard.

“That’s it, that’s fine,” Mr. C said as Dan lost it.  “Did that feel good?”

“Yeah,” Dan said.  Mr. C instructed him to pull out.  “I’m sorry I couldn’t do what you asked.”

“It’s okay, Dan,” Mr. C said with some disappointment.  “We’ll just have to have somebody else try.  Would anyone like to volunteer?”

Everyone’s hands went up.  Mr. C, dedicated educator that he was, let everyone have a turn.  I went close to last.  Even after all the dicks that Mr. C took into his ass, it still took him some time to relax his ass to accommodate my dick.

“See class, this is really putting it to the test,” he said after he’d instructed me to inch my way inside, slowly, a bit at a time.  Once I was balls-deep he groaned, a little louder than he had with anyone else, which sort of made me feel special.  I tried to put on a good show, too, working my hips slow and steady and giving Mr. C lots of time to feel it stretching him.  When I was ready to cum I pulled out as instructed.  I shot a ton – all over Mr. Christianson’s back, shoulders, neck, and even the back of his head.  He was covered with all of our loads.

Mr. C seemed beside himself as I pulled out.  He stood up and the two boys who hadn’t had a turn to fuck him voiced their disappointment.

“Now, now, we only have limited time,” Mr. C said.  “You all did great.  Now would anyone be willing to help me achieve orgasm?”  He had us all kneel in front of him.  We took turns stroking his big, dripping dick.  Some of the boys got into eating his precum again and were licking it right off of his cock, which he seemed to like.

“That’s it, that’s it…I can feel my orgasm beginning to approach.  Notice my testicles pulling up tight against my body…that’s good Dan, stroke right below the head – here it comes, I’m going to lose it – Ah!  Fuck!”

His dick swelled up until it looked like a mini torpedo and then he let loose with a shower of cum.  I mean it went everywhere, in our hair and on our faces and all over our clothes.

Luckily we had an emergency shower in the back off the classroom with a drain under it.  It was supposed to be used for chemical accidents, but Mr. C said we could use it to clean up.  We all took turns going under the stream.

Meanwhile, Mr. C took a sample of his sperm off of Dan’s neck and applied it to a glass slide.  He put it under the microscope and we each got to see what sperm cells looked like.

I watched them wriggling around like little tadpoles, and I felt awe for the miracles and mysteries of life.

It started out with me telling Seth how much I hated lube.  I do hate lube – the smell, the feel, all tacky like half-dried glue.

“But I guess it’s a necessary evil,” I concluded.  “For butt sex anyway.”

“I don’t know,” Seth said.  “I’ve gone without it.”

“With who?”

“With McConnell.”  That was the first shock of the night, because McConnell – at least as far as I’d known – was straight.

“Wait – who got fucked?” I asked.

“I did,” Seth said, and that was the second shock.  Now I’d known that Seth was bi like me.  I knew he liked to fuck ass, too (hell, we’d fucked some of our gay friends’ asses as a team).  But I had no idea that Seth had let anyone – let alone our strapping straight friend McConnell – slide a cock up his tight frat boy butt.

It was a bit much to process at the club on a Saturday night, our girlfriends dancing twenty feet away.

“So wait – okay…and you and McConnell didn’t use any lube?”

“Nope.  Well, not the stuff that comes out of a bottle anyway.  He ate out my ass for over an hour.”  The bartender overheard that and gave me a confused look.

“So you just used spit?  I don’t believe you.”

“Where there’s a will…,” Seth said.

“I had no idea you took it up the butt,” I said.

“Oh, c’mon.  It’s not like I’ve done it all that much.”

“So you’ve taken it more than once?”

“Yeah…”

“From who else?” I asked.  Seth clenched his teeth.

“Dougey,” he said.

“My brother?” I said, just before I toppled my beer and our girlfriends returned and the night blurred away.

***

The next thing I knew I was waking up in my apartment.  My girl had already left for work.  I stumbled into the living room and found Seth crashed on the couch in his Calvins.  When he woke up I tossed him a beer.

“So McConnell’s fucked you, my goddamn brother’s fucked you…”

“What’s your point?” he said.

“Why haven’t I ever fucked you?”

“Why haven’t I ever fucked you?” Seth countered.  We gulped our beers in silence.

“Remember Marcus?” I said.  “He used to take it from both of us, all night long.”

“Mmm hmm,” Seth said.

“He kept his ass shaved; totally smooth – said it felt better that way.”

“I have to agree,” Seth said.  “I shave mine.”  He set down his beer, and as I watched he lifted his legs and slid off his briefs.  I caught a glimpse of his half-hard dick,then he hooked his knees in his elbows and spread his ass.  “I haven’t shaved in over a week, though.  See?  It’s growing back in.”  He rubbed the bristle around his little pink hole.

My dick was completely hard by the time he lowered his legs and pulled up his undies.  “Your ass isn’t real hairy from what I remember…” he said.

“No,” I said, tweaking my boner through my pajama pants.

“Lemme see,” Seth said.  I grabbed the waistband of my pants and stripped them off, bringing my knees to my chest.  I spread my ass so he could see.  I always thought I had a pretty sweet ass – dudes love to eat it out – so I wasn’t shy about showing it off.

Seth came over to me.  “It’s a little hairier than I remember,” he said, and ran his fingers along my crack and around the rim of my hole.  “You’ve never, ever shaved?”

“No,” I said, out of breath because the feeling of Seth fiddling with my butt was kind of driving me nuts.  My cock started leaking juice against my abs.

Seth tapped his finger against my asshole.  I involuntarily clenched down but Seth kept his finger there, massaging until I relaxed.  “Careful, that’s a tight, virgin ass,” I said, which was actually a lie, but that’s a story for another time.

Still keeping his fingertip against my hole, Seth got down on his knees in front of me.

“Let’s see how tight you are,” he said, and wet his finger in his mouth.  He brought it to my butthole again, and this time pressed it in.  As soon as the tip sunk inside I clenched up tight.

Seth seemed impressed.  He sunk a little more inside, and I whimpered a little.  Having a finger up my butt was a pleasure I’d denied myself for too long. “That’s pretty fucking tight,” he said.

“Tighter than you,” I said.  Seth gave me a look.

“Is that right?” he said, and aggressively shoved it in up to the second knuckle.  I groaned.  Seth massaged that insanely horny spot deep inside of me, and I felt like I was going to cum spontaneously.  He pumped his finger deep a couple more times before unceremoniously yanking it out.

“So you think just cause I got fucked a few times I’m loose as a goose, is that it?” he said, slipping off his briefs.  His dick was just as leaky as mine.  He sat back on the couch.  “C’mere and test me out,” he said, lifting his legs to expose his ass again.  “Do it.”

I kicked my pajama pants off of my feet and went over to him.  His ass was spread wide, pale pink and unblemished.  I could see why McConnell would have wanted to tongue his butt for an hour.

“Did my brother eat you out too?” I asked as I knelt in front of him.

“Yeah.”  I put my hands on Seth’s round, smooth cheeks, letting the tips of my fingers graze his crack.

“When did you guys hook up?  When we went camping?”

“Yeah,” Seth said.  “That day we went on a hike and you guys stayed at the cabin.  We went skinny-dipping in the lake and Dougey was complaining that he hadn’t had his nuts milked in a month.”

“So you offered to bend over and help him out,” I said, touching a finger to his hot hole.

“I told him he could pump it into me if he lubed me up first with his tongue.  Guess he was horny enough to give it a try.”

“So you’re gonna tell me you didn’t use lube that time, either?”

“Nope.  We didn’t have any.”

“I always knew my brother was a freak.”

“Not much less freaky than you.  Anyway, quit changing the subject and test me out.”

“Hold on,” I said, getting my face close up to his butt.  He smelled clean and musky.  Seth laughed.

“Oh I know what you wanna do.  Go ahead, man.  No one’s gonna know but us.”

I reached out my tongue to get a taste.  One was all it took.  Pretty soon I had my tongue buried in Seth’s butt as far as it would go.  I’d never put a tongue in any of my girlfriend’s asses, but I liked this.  It was sort of like eating pussy except more illicit and low-down.  Seth was loving it too, putting his hand on the back of my head and wriggling around, moaning.

I backed off and pushed my finger into his now well-lubed hole.  Seth grunted and clenched down.  It felt tight enough to me.

“Told you,” Seth said.  I worked in my finger to the next knuckle.  “Oh fuck that feels good,” he said, and I shoved it in the whole way.  I pumped in and out, watching his asshole stretch around my finger.  Then I slid it out.

“Yeah, you’re still tight but that doesn’t prove anything,” I said and stood up.  Seth lowered his legs.

“Well, how about this:  My cock is bigger than yours, right?” he said, nodding his head at my bobbing boner.

“Yeah,” I said.  I don’t hold any illusions – Seth’s cock hangs past his balls and is thick as a beer can.

“So if my ass is as tight as yours, which it is, it should hurt just as much to take your smaller cock in my ass as it would for you to take my bigger cock in your ass.”

“Huh?” I said.

“I’ll go first – I’ll slide my dick into you, then you slide your dick into me, and we’ll compare the pain.”

“How?”

“Facial expressions or whatever.  C’mon – it’s obvious when somebody is in pain.”

“I guess…” I said, totally confused, but willing to play along because I was so damn horny.

“You first then,” Seth said.  He had me get up on the couch and spread my ass like before.  He knelt down in front of me and started eating me out.  It felt so good I couldn’t stand it.  Seth ground his tongue into my hole like he was working out a knot.  Then he stood up and waved his dick toward my face.  “Get me good and wet,” he said.

The only time I’d ever sucked Seth off before this was when I’d lost a poker game sophomore year.  I found I kinda liked working his big dick.  I relaxed my throat and let him shove it deep, his balls slapping my chin.  When it was good and sloppy he took it out.

He grabbed hold of my ankles and propped my feet on his shoulders.  “Ready?”

“As I’ll ever be,” I said.  Seth pressed his cock to my hole.  At first it felt like there was no way it would get in there, but I managed to relax and Seth popped the head inside.  I gasped from the sharp, burning pain.

“You alright?” Seth said.  I nodded and tried to breath.  When I’d relaxed a bit Seth pushed in some more.  After a certain point the pain faded.  In fact it began to feel really fucking good.  He shoved it deep and my cock juiced again.  “Oh man, you’re leaking precum like crazy,” Seth said.  He swabbed some off my abs and tasted it.

I clenched my ass down around Seth’s hog just to show him what I was capable of.  Seth didn’t miss a beat.

“I’m not saying this isn’t a tight piece,” he said, slowly pumping his cock in and out.  “But just because you haven’t been fucked as much as me doesn’t mean my ass is played out.”  Seth ran his hands all over my body as he worked his fat cock inside me.  I leaned forward to watch his thick meat slicing into my stretched hole – it almost didn’t seem possible. Seth ran his hands up his own smooth chest, pinching his nips and looking blissful. He was getting pretty worked up when he abruptly stopped and slid out.

“Your turn,” he said.  I was a little disappointed, actually, cause I’d been enjoying it.  But then Seth flopped onto the couch on his stomach and raised his ass in the air, and the notion that I was going to get to fuck that sweet butt got me going all over again.

I ate him out some more then Seth spun around to get my cock nice and wet.  I couldn’t resist reaching over his back to finger his hole a little.  Seth moaned around my cock.  I got behind him again, and holding tight to his bum, I slowly pushed my cock against his hole.

Seth moaned when the head went inside.

“That didn’t sound painful,” I said.

“It does hurt, believe me.  But it’s a good hurt.  Just give me a sec.”  I couldn’t see Seth’s face so he could’ve been bluffing, but the fact that Seth’s asshole felt snug around my cockhead could not be denied.  I got more of my cock inside, then he was taking the whole thing like a champ.  Broken in by my big-dicked brother or not, Seth’s hole gripped my cock like a vice.  But I wasn’t quite ready to concede.

I gave his ass a nice slap.  I watched the way Seth’s sweet cheeks hugged the sides of my hog.  The small of his back was arched upward; his butt cheeks bounced in waves with each thrust.  I tried to slow down but I just couldn’t get enough.

“I’m gonna cum in you, dude,” I said.

“Hey, no fair,” Seth said breathlessly.  “I didn’t get to cum in you.”

“I’m sorry man, I gotta cream in you.  It’s too late…”

“You fucker…just do it.  Fuck my ass.  Oh fuck, I’m gonna cum too.”

“Fuck yeah, man.  Shoot that load.  Gonna cream you…Ah!  Fuck!”  I held on tight to his hips and slammed my cock inside of him.  I dug it in deep, holding still while the first shot of load spilt out of my balls.  It felt like a gallon of cum was being released, shooting deep into my best buddy’s ass.  Seth was jacking himself off and from the way his asshole was clenching around my cock I could tell he was cumming too.

“Holy shit,” he kept saying as we lost it together.  I collapsed on top of him.

“Well, I guess that settles it,” Seth said between breaths.

“Settles what?”

“My ass is so tight you could barely hold your load back, for one thing.  And we didn’t use any lube.  So I win.  Twice.”

“Whatever, dude,” I said, rolling off of him.  “That test couldn’t have been more unscientific.”

“We could bring in someone else for an unbiased opinion,” Seth suggested.

“Like McConnell?” I said.

“Or your brother,” Seth said, just before I clobbered him with a sofa cushion.

You know what it’s like at one of those places, total sensory overload.  Kids running around screaming, hopped up on sugary soda and overpriced pizza; video games blaring, parents yelling.

Not my favorite place to be, but it had become our Friday ritual, and I had to wonder how an evening that had once been my most-looked-forward-to night of the week in my college days had become this.

I guess a wife and two daughters will do that to you.

At least they served beer, and I had just finished my first one when my wife told me that her brother Donnie had pulled up in the parking lot.

I hadn’t realized he was meeting us that night (probably I wasn’t paying attention to my wife when she told me).  But there he was, taking gifts out of his red Ferrari for my daughters before setting them on the ground and scooping the girls up in his arms.

He looked better than I remembered, though it had been at least five years.  He was my wife’s younger brother, which made him about eight years younger than me.  He had strong Italian features, thick dark hair, and soft lips.  He wore a black leather jacket over a black sweater, and gave me the hottest smile.

“What’s up Stevie?” he said.  I held out my hand and he gave me a hug.  I had a hard time keeping my mind off his hot, muscular body and the packed bulge in his jeans that was rubbing against mine.  “Brother-in-law!” he added, squeezing me so I lost my balance a little.  We all went back inside.

“How’s Florida?” my wife asked, taking a sip from her coke.  The kids were running around somewhere.  Donnie’s handsome features were lit by a dim overhead light, as munched on pizza and sipped his beer.  Behind him, jittering animatronic characters sang annoying songs.

“Fantastic,” Donnie said.  “Managing is going well.  I keep the crew in line best I can, but you know how restaurant crews are.  Fuckin drama 24/7.”

“You got a girlfriend yet?”

“Couple,” Donnie said, smiling at me.

“Jesus Christ, Donnie,” my wife said and rolled her eyes.  Then my daughters pulled her away to get more tokens, and it was just Donnie and me.

He told me about his life.  I spoke up when I could, but mostly he maintained the conversation.  Besides, what could I tell him about my life?  How the kids were doing in school; how we’d just bought new living room furniture?  How I’d lost contact with all my friends, and felt like a shadow of my former self?

Not really the ideal topics for dinner conversation.

“I don’t get out much all that much,” I said.  “Most of our friends are married couples like us, with kids.”

“Yeah.  I guess I meet a lot of people, running a restaurant like I do.  A lot of different kinds of people.  In fact…” He glanced around and turned back to me. “You know who I never thought I’d be comfortable around, is gay guys.  But almost all of our waiters are gay, and they’re actually pretty cool.”

My heart started beating a little faster.  I took a gulp of my beer and set the glass down.  “I guess I never really had any gay friends,” I said, not really lying.

“Gay guys are alright,” he said, lowering his voice and leaning into me.  “In fact, I’ll tell you a little secret.”  He waited for my reaction, I gave none.  “Gay guys give better head than anyone. Anyone.”

I nearly spit out my beer.  My palpitating heart was bypassing all my other arteries and sending blood straight to my dick.  “You serious?” was all I could manage to say.

“Completely,” Donnie said.  He took another drink of beer, and shot me a sexy smirk.  Then my wife appeared and pulled me back to my familiar, boring world.

***

As it happened Donnie was staying the night at our house.  He got there a few minutes after we’d put the girls to bed, strolling up the driveway with two six packs under his arms.  My wife was exhausted and went right to bed, so Donnie and I helped ourselves to the beer and watched some TV.

He sat so close to me on the couch that I could smell his cologne.  He’d taken off his sweater.  His muscles were outlined by his thin white t-shirt, and a gold chain lay on his pecs.

I usually don’t drink, so after the first six pack I was feeling pretty fearless.

“Were you serious about what you said earlier?” I asked.  “About gay guys?”

Donnie nodded, swigging his beer.

“How did it happen?” I asked.

“I dunno.  Just happened one night.  Me and my buddy Walter, one of the servers at the restaurant…we were just hanging out, just like this.  You know, drinkin some beers, hanging out at my apartment.  He asked if he could go down on me, and I thought, ‘Why not?’”

“And it was pretty good?”

“Oh, better than pretty good.  Like I said, best blowjob I’ve ever had in my life.”

“It seems like a guy would know better what feels good,” I said.

“Exactly.  But also it was the dirtiness of it, like you’re doing something you’re not supposed to do.”

“So he just did you, you didn’t do anything back, right?”

“Nope,” Donnie said.  He brought his hand to the front of his black jeans, and squeezed his bulge.  “He didn’t care, just wanted to get me off.  Fuck that was some good head.”  There was a pause where we just listened to the TV.  I looked down at his crotch, which he was still massaging.  It had obviously grown.

“Guys always want to suck me off for some reason,” he said to me.

“I bet I can guess why,” I said.

“What, Stevie, you want to give it a try?”

“Fuck!” I said, and throwing my head back, laughing.  “I guess I’ve always been curious.”

“Let me satisfy your curiosity,” he said, and unbuckled his belt.  I watched him, my dick growing harder, as he slid his pants down his hairy thighs and kicked them off.  He had on a pair of black bikini briefs, and his thick, hard cock was straining to get out.

He pulled the front of them down, and his cock sprang out.  It was huge, smooth and hard like a marble column.  It rose up from his big nuts and finally rested on his stomach, pulsatingly hard.  He took it in his hand and stroked it up, then down.

“You like that?” he asked with a smirk.  I was frozen, I couldn’t do anything but stare. “C’mon, man,” he implored.  All the air seemed to have been sucked out of the room.  My mind was glued to his dick.  “I could really use some head, it’s been a long trip up here.”  I watched him stroke it, my inhibitions clouding up and floating away.  I watched myself get on the floor in front of him.  I took that big dick in my hand and stroked it, before sliding my lips over the head.

“Fuuuck, that’s it,” Donnie moaned as I slid him in my hot mouth, carefully wrapping my lips around my teeth, thinking of what would feel best for him.  I took his dick as deep as I could into my throat, and slid slowly back up.  The taste of him – slightly salty and meaty – did something to my mind.  I went miles past the point of no return, and just started bobbing up and down on his meat like a starving man.  Donnie put his hands on the back of my head and urged me along as I sucked his meat.

“Holy shit Stevie, your mouth feels so fuckin good,” he said.  I took out my own cock and stroked it as I sucked him, my throat accepting more and more with each pass.  I ran my hands through his thick, dark pubes, then reached up and felt his smooth stomach, his tight body.  I cupped his balls in my hand.  He really seemed to get off on that, so I bent lower and took them in my mouth.

“Oh fuck yeah, lick my balls,” he moaned.  “Take them in your mouth,” he said, so I did.  I would’ve done anything for him then.  “Get back down on my dick,” he said, and I sucked him tight and steady, tasting the pre-come that issued from his big cock.

Donnie really started taking control, shoving my head down into his lap, then holding my head steady and full-on fucking my mouth.  He deep-dicked my throat and I took every inch.  I was crouched on the floor with my ass spread out behind me, feeling the cool air on my hot asshole.  Though Donnie was getting closer by the second, I knew I wanted more.  I came off his dick and looked up at him.

“You want to fuck my ass?” I asked.  Donnie gave me a surprised smile.

“You serious?” he asked.

“Yeah I’m serious,” I said, taking off my clothes the rest of the way and getting up on the couch.  I spread my ass out for him.  It’s a nice ass, I know, because I keep in pretty good shape.  It’s firm and smooth and I’ve got a tight pink hole.

Donnie must have liked what he saw, cause he kind of chuckled and slapped my ass.  He kept his hands on it, rubbing my cheeks apart, gazing at my butthole while he stroked his dick.

“You really want my cock in there?” he said teasingly, slapping his big prick against my pulsing hole.  He rubbed and jabbed his blunt instrument against my anus, and I squinched down, giving the head of his dick a kiss with my sphincter.

“Fuck yeah, man,” I said.  “There’s some lube in the closet.”  I keep it in the TV room, next to my dildo, for when I’ve got a few hours of private time.

“You’re a fuckin freak, ain’t ya Stevie,” Donnie said as he lubed up my asshole.  He slowly slid a finger inside.  I moaned. “You like that?  Damn, you’re a real slut,ain’t ya?”

Donnie lined up his cock with my asshole and started to push it inside.  He really took his time.  I was almost sure he’d never fucked another guy before, but he must have had good practice with the ladies, because he knew what he was doing.

After a minute of prodding he managed to pop the tip of his cock inside me.  Both of us moaned in appreciation.  Slowly he slid more of his dick up in me.  I took it with enthusiasm.

“Holy shit, Stevie, I’m fuckin you in the ass,” Donnie said.  I was beside myself.  It’d been so long since I’d had a real dick up my ass that I’d almost forgotten how different the feeling was.  Donnie grabbed my firm ass cheeks with both hands and buried his dick in me to the hilt.  I could feel his wiry pubes and his balls against my ass.

“Fuck yeah,” Donnie moaned, fucking me with insistent, solid strokes.  “Oh, man, I can’t believe I’m fuckin you in the ass.  So fuckin hot.”  I couldn’t believe it either – my hot brother-in-law had me bent over the couch and was sliding his dick into my asshole while our family slept upstairs.

Donnie got bolder and bolder until his hips were pounding into me, sending his dick deep inside of me, fucking me roughly, like a cheap whore.  I couldn’t get enough of it.  I knew he respected me, but this was different, we were getting off on playing our roles, and how.

“Gettin close, man,” Donnie gasped.  I stroked my rock-hard cock wildly while my brother-in-law had at my ass.  I wanted him to cum in me so bad, and I knew it was wrong, but I couldn’t help it.  I couldn’t remember a time when I felt more alive, every one of my senses attuned to what was happening, total sensory overload.

“Cum right in me, man.  Fucking shoot your load in my ass,” I said.

“Fuck…gonna cum…shit…fuck…AAAH!” Donnie yelled.  He grabbed me tight, slammed his dick in as deep as it could go, and filled me up with a thick shot of his cream.  I could feel him unloading into me, as he groaned through his teeth, his breath coming out in raggedy staccato gasps.  More and more of his hot load poured deep into my ass.

I was almost surprised to realize that I was cumming, too, my load spraying like a fountain all over the wife’s brand-new leather couch.

“Fuck…fuck,” Donnie gasped, falling on to me, his sweaty body slapping against mine.  He fell back on the couch and I sat my come-filled ass next to him.  We caught our breath and regained our composure.  I looked at his beautifully naked, heaving body, slicked sheen with sweat, his still-thick, softening cock resting between his legs.

When I looked up, Donnie’s face was right next to mine, and suddenly he was kissing me, sliding his tongue into my mouth to meet my tongue.  And then, just as soon as it had happened, it stopped.  Donnie shook his head back and forth and laughed.

“Damn, Stevie!  I didn’t know you could take a dick like that,” he said.

“I didn’t know you could fuck an ass like that,” I said, and we laughed together.  I almost had to shake myself back into reality, to think that my wife was still upstairs, that soon I’d be crawling into bed with her.

“I guess we’ll have to make good use of each other, then,” Donnie said.  “Maybe tomorrow if we get a minute.”

“Whenever you want,” I said, and I meant it, though I wondered if it would be enough.

The body hair problem.  Almost every guy has it.  You spend hours grooming the hair on your chest, back, and intimate areas; and a few days later you do it all over again. Your skin suffers from using uncomfortable and difficult-to-maneuver shavers, implements that may as well date back to the Stone Age.

What does a guy have to do to get that sexy, streamlined look that will make him an object of desire for the ladies and the envy of his frat brothers?  Read on to find out…

***

Kevin and Dino had spent years dealing with unsightly body hair.  So when Kevin said he’d found a new way to shave, Dino was understandably intrigued.

“It’s a Norancorp® Bodyperfect Groomer,” Kevin explained, holding the box out for Dino to see.  “It’s not like an ordinary electric razor.  It’s designed to shave all of those hard-to-reach places on a guy’s body, the ones that demand grooming the most.”

“You mean no more messy shaving cream, no more rashes or bleeding from nicks and cuts?”

“Yep.  And no more twisting yourself into a pretzel to reach those parts where ordinary shavers aren’t meant to go.”

“Hmmm…,” Dino said skeptically.  “I’ll believe it when I try it.”

“How about now?” Kevin suggested.  “Feel like taking it for a test drive?”

“Sure, why not?”

Wanting to give their full attention to this exciting new product, Kevin and Dino headed to the third-floor bathroom of their frat house, knowing that was where they were least likely to be disturbed.  They locked the door behind them.

“It says here that the Bodyperfect uses a brand-new ‘SafeComfort’ technology that lets the razor head pivot and curve, making it easy to shave just about anywhere,” Kevin said.

Dino admitted that he was most interested in removing the hair that grew on his muscular, linebacker’s shoulders.

Kevin’s lithe swimmer’s body wasn’t as afflicted by hair as Dino’s, but he still required weekly grooming, especially on Saturday nights when he expected to get some “play.”  He told Dino that he was intrigued by the Bodyperfect’s ability to tackle the intimate portions of his anatomy, in particular maintaining the extra optical inch on his cock that weekly grooming provided.

The talk of grooming hair “down there” made them slightly uncomfortable.  They laughed nervously and punched each other’s shoulders.

“To tell you the truth,” Dino confided, “I was also kinda hoping the Bodyperfect could shave my balls.  I always have a hard time with that.”

“It’s designed for that,” Kevin assured him.  “It says here that the Bodyperfect shaves even closer than a razor, while still protecting sensitive skin.”

“Wow!  Let’s give it a try!”

The guys stripped nude in the close quarters of the bathroom.  Dino glanced at the smattering of blond hair on Kevin’s muscular legs and the thatch of pubes around his jumbo-sized dick.  Kevin’s cock was so big, Dino thought, that he probably didn’t need grooming at all.

But Kevin knew that the secret to his sex appeal was a closely shorn and impeccably groomed body.

And though Dino’s beefy body was undeniably sexy, Kevin could see that he was going to need some work.  His meaty pecs, fat nipples, and tight-as-a-drum stomach were covered in a forest of unsightly body hair.

“Shave my chest?!” Dino exclaimed, balking at Kevin’s suggestion.

“C’mon, dude, you can’t expect to have all that hair and still get the chicks.  It’s like, unnatural.”  Dino had to concur.

Clutching the Bodyperfect, Kevin began shaving Dino’s chest.  The hair fell away like magic.  The shaver glided over his slab-like muscles, easily shearing his nubby nipples, making the hair on his stomach disappear.

Kevin did a pass over Dino’s back and they stepped in front of the mirror to admire the Bodyperfect’s work.

“I look like a new man!” Dino said, feeling his hot body.

“Dude, the chicks won’t be able to keep their hands off of you,” Kevin said, running his palms over Dino’s chest and stomach.

Kevin looked down at the Dino’s stout hose, thick like a travel tube of toothpaste, which sat on top of his beefy balls.  All of his junk was nestled in a thicket of thick black hair.

“Think the Bodyperfect can handle it?” Dino asked.

“I’m sure it can!”  Kevin replied.

Kevin got down on his knees in front of Dino’s crotch.  Taking a deep breath, he set the Bodyperfect to work on Dino’s pubic thatch.  The hair fell away in great patches, leaving only natural, milky-white skin behind.  Kevin held Dino’s cock in his hand and lifted the heavy, slightly engorged organ to groom the underside.  Soon, Dino’s cock was looking larger and more glorious than it ever had.  It stood out more from his body, and seemed to gain in girth and mass.

It would certainly make a nice bulge in his Abercrombie cargos, thought Kevin.

“Ready to do my balls?” Dino asked.  Kevin nodded, and began shaving Dino’s swollen, meaty nuts.  The blade contoured perfectly around each egg-shaped orb, making them as smooth and polished as a stone.  Kevin even lifted his friend’s nuts to get at the trouble spot underneath.  In a matter of seconds, Dino had a smooth, supple taint.

Dino was clearly turned on by the sight of himself, as his newly shorn pole rose proudly from his hairless crotch.

“Awesome!” Kevin said, looking at his friend’s boner.  “You gotta do me now, dude!”  Kevin was so excited, he practically forced Dino to his knees, placing his hands on Dino’s shoulders and shoving his crotch in his face.

Kevin’s cock had also become engorged, and Dino took care to let the Bodyperfect glide along the swollen shaft of his friend’s pole, removing those tickly little hairs that ran along the base of his cock.  He did Kevin’s balls and taint, too, and by the time he was done, Kevin was just as smooth and hard as Dino.

They stood side by side in front of the mirror, admiring their newly-beautiful bodies.

“There’s only one more thing that we need,” Kevin said, and he reached back into the Bodyperfect’s box.  He pulled out the bottle of patented SoftOil that comes free with each Norancorp® Bodyperfect starter kit.

“It says it’s specially formulated to work with the Bodyperfect, soothing and moisturizing your skin, turning your body into a ‘work of art,’” Kevin said.

“Sounds good,” Dino said, taking the bottle from Kevin.  He squirted some in his hand and started oiling his friend’s smooth frame.  Dino’s hands glided over Kevin’s hairless body, eventually traveling to his domed pubic mound and along Kevin’s rock-hard shaft.

“It’s so smooth, man,” Dino said, stroking Kevin’s dick.  “Do me.”

Kevin’s fingers slid slickly over Dino’s huge beefy chest, catching on his fat nipples, which puckered and hardened at the touch.  He took Dino’s thick cock in one hand and his hairless balls in the other, marveling at their smooth and sexy feel.

“It just feels too amazing,” Kevin rationalized, working Dino’s meat in his fist.  “Your cock feels incredible – like a polished wooden banister.”

“I know dude, I’m feeling the same thing,” Dino said.

The two buddies shuffled closer together as they jacked each other off, occasionally running their hands along each other’s chest and stomach.  They were so involved in the new sensations they were getting from their closely-shorn flesh that they hardly realized they were approaching orgasm.  As their bodies got closer and their strokes got more insistent, Dino looked up at Kevin.  The feeling was just too intense.  Their faces met, their lips collided, and soon they were making out like a couple of drunken sorority sisters. Within seconds they were losing control.

Kevin erupted first, sending slashing jets of hot white cum across Dino’s belly, the white syrup dripping down off of his nut sack.  Kevin shoved his tongue between Dino’s lips, scooping up his load and using it to lubricate Dino’s cock.  He stroked steadily until Dino exploded, blowing ropes of soupy semen all over Kevin’s tight and tanned stomach.

Dino and Kevin rubbed the sweet nectar into each other’s supple skin, giving their bodies that extra, sexy sheen that just can’t be sold in stores – it has to be experienced for one’s self.

***

Neither Dino nor Kevin were aware that their housemate, Tank, was lurking just outside the bathroom door.

He’d been listening, and he burst inside just as Kevin was shaking the last drops of cum from Dino’s dick.

“What the fuck are you queers doin in here?” bellowed Tank.

“W-we’re body grooming,” Dino said shakily.  Tank looked down at them with a sneer.  “Here, see for yourself,” Dino said, and handed Tank the Norancorp® Bodyperfect.  Tank turned in around in his paw, gazing at it as though it was from another planet.

“It’s a shaver.  So what?”

“It’s practically revolutionary,” Kevin said haughtily; and he showed Tank the work it had done on Dino’s back, chest, cock, and balls.

“No shit,” said Tank, reaching out to fondle Dino’s body for himself, running his huge hand down his stomach and cupping his balls, letting his sausage fingers glide underneath them to Dino’s glossy taint.

“Yeah, it seems pretty good…” Tank said, slipping off his shirt and shorts.  “…but can it do the same thing to a body like mine?”

Tank stood, hands on his hips, massive chest and crotch puffed out to showcase his brutally muscular body.  Tank was well-known as the biggest and hairiest beast of Delta Tau.  Not only did a thick carpet of hair coat his chest, shoulders, and stomach; but he had even more fur around his horse cock and bull’s balls.

Kevin took in the sight and smell of him, knowing that he was going to be a challenge.

“Whaddya think?” he said to Dino.  Dino winked.

“Let’s do it,” he said.

They set to work on Tank’s hulking body.  The Bodyperfect tore through thick patches of back and chest hair.  It clear-cut through forests of stomach and pubic bush, making short work of Tank’s rank and swarthy underarms.  They even removed the patches of hair from the backs of his fingers.

The moist head of Tank’s cock was peaking out of his foreskin by the time Dino had shaved the sides of his shaft.  Tank grunted as Dino gave his prick a finishing stroke, his hand sliding easily down to Tank’s bare pubis.

By the time they’d finished, the front of Tank had been transformed from caveman to gleaming Greek god.  But Tank still wasn’t convinced.

“That’s all well and good,” he said, looking into the mirror.  “But what I wanna know is, can the Bodyperfect work its magic on this.”

Tank turned and bent over, raising his gigantic beefy ass into the air.  It was enormous – like two halves of a watermelon all covered in course, dark hair.  The fur was sparser around his cheeks but consolidated into a luxurious Mohawk down his canyon-like crack.  Tank’s butthole – a meaty pink pucker – was barely visible in the dense thicket of pubes.

Kevin and Dino’s jaws hung open.  Tank looked at them over his shoulder, smirking.  “Maybe this time, the Bodyperfect has finally met its match.”

Kevin and Dino exchanged glances.  Was it possible?

Not likely.  They smirked and knelt down to start on the big brute’s bountiful butt.

They took turns with the Bodyperfect, sliding it like a skier over the mountainous mounds of Tank’s ass, plowing through hair instead of snow and leaving gleaming white skin in their wake.  Dino let the Bodyperfect do circles around Tank’s quivering hole, feeling it pucker as he shaved it clean.

In a matter of minutes, Tank’s ass was as smooth as ceramic, the giant cheeks gleaming and glowing in the fluorescent bathroom light.

Kevin and Dino stood up proudly – the Bodyperfect had come through.

Now it was time for the finishing touch.  Kevin filled his palm with SoftOil, and set to spreading a gloss of it over Tank’s copious mounds.  Dino helped him out, and they worked their hands in circles over Tank’s firm cheeks.

Tank moaned, pushing his ass back against their fingers as they massaged him.  The skin was so smooth, as slippery as an ice skating rink, and Kevin and Dino’s digits couldn’t help but slide toward Tank’s hole, the slickness of the skin drawing their fingers in like water swirling down a drain.  One by one their index fingers sunk into Tank’s tight asshole.  Tank grunted, pushing back against them and sending a few more inches of finger inside his hot butt.

“Incredible,” Kevin whispered to his friend.  Tank’s ass looked so hot, so inviting, that Kevin couldn’t resist touching his tongue out for a taste.  Once there, Kevin licked up and down Tank’s crack, then speared his tongue right to Tank’s knotted bunghole, working it against the tight ring of muscle until it relaxed and he was able to sink the tip of it inside.

Tank’s warm ass cheeks hugged Kevin’s face as he worked his tongue in Tank’s musky hole.  Dino hovered around, smooching and biting at Tank’s butt cheeks before sliding underneath him and taking Tank’s balls in his mouth.  He rolled them around in his mouth, then reached up to slip his lips around Tank’s fat codger.  He gave it a few hearty sucks.

Tank’s mind was blurred by the sensation of getting head from both ends.  He grunted and moaned, not sure whether to thrust into Dino’s lips or against Kevin’s tongue.

Kevin’s cock was again as hard as a piston.  He stood behind Tank and slapped it against his butt flesh.  Grabbing the sides of Tank’s massive hips, Kevin rode his cock up and down Tank’s crack, letting the pulsing head of his erection press against Tank’s sloppy wet hole.  He slid it inside with nary an effort – smooth as a needle piercing clean flesh. Tank groaned like an animal and went with it, bucking against Kevin as he pumped his hairless butt full of dick.

Before Kevin could cum, he and Dino switched places.  Tank’s already-stretched hole had no problem accommodating Dino’s cock.  Tank was like a smooth and fuckable hunk of flesh; Dino felt like he could have been fucking the cushions of a living-room couch, or a side of beef in a meat locker.

Dino’s cock sliced in and out of Tank’s butt like a hot knife through butter.  Then Kevin swung his leg over them, positioning himself over Dino, lining his cock up right where Dino’s cock sank into Tank’s hole.  With a little effort, Kevin was able to slide his dick right in next to his friend’s.  The three frat brothers fucked like a well-oiled machine, Tank groaning and biting the edge of the sink as Kevin and Dino double-fucked his meatcakes.

Kevin couldn’t handle the sensations he was getting, both from Tank’s tight sphincter wrapped like a rubber band around the top of his cock, and Dino’s fat prick sliding against the underside.  He felt like he was going to lose it.

Just as they were reaching critical mass, Kevin pulled out of Tank’s butt.  Dino did the same.  After a few strokes of their cocks they simultaneously blew thick loads of juice all over Tank’s ass, letting it drip down his cheeks, crack, and gaping hole.  They slid their spent cocks all over that magnificent butt, letting their loads mingle before using their hands to rub it into his gleaming cheeks.

They turned Tank over on his back.  Kevin stuck two fingers up Tank’s slick hole, working his butt while Dino stroked off his dick.  Tank ran his hands over his smooth chest, tweaking his nipples as he lost his load.  His powerful orgasm blasted all over his chest, his butthole clenching Kevin’s fingers almost painfully as he shot jet after jet of hot cream into the air.

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I’d been having this pain in my stomach.  In retrospect it was probably just nerves, but mom insisted on sending me to the doctor.

I got there by bus on a rainy Wednesday afternoon.  I was the only one in the waiting room but I still sat for over an hour.  Finally a nurse took me back to an exam room.

“Get undressed and put on this robe.  Dr. Thompson will be in in a few minutes,” she said.  A half-hour passed before Dr. Thompson knocked, then entered.

“Hello Zachary,” he said in a deep voice.  He was an older guy, maybe in his mid-fifties, and he was quite tall.  He smiled warmly down at me.  “Do you go by Zachary?”

“Zach’s fine.”

“Zach.  Pleased to meet you.  Everyone calls me Dr. Craig.”  He held out his hand and I took it.  His hands were huge, the size of dinner plates – one of his fingers could’ve plugged up a bathroom sink.  But far from being some hulking giant he was slim and athletic under his white coat.  He had thin gray hair and a trimmed gray mustache; his jaw line was strong like granite.

“Let me think here…” he said, looking around the room.  “I want to move you to a different exam room, if that’s okay.”

“Sure.”

“Okay then, right this way.”  As he ushered me out of the room he rested his hand on my lower back.  I liked that.  We went to a room at the very end of the hall.  Dr. Craig turned on the light and had me sit in the chair across from him.

“So what brings you here today?” he said, swiveling around and planting his feet on either side of mine.

“I’ve been getting stomach pains.”

“Mmm-hmm.”

“Mostly when I’m nervous, but lately I’ve been getting them more often, I guess.”  He asked me if I get nauseous or if I went to the bathroom a lot, and I told him no.

“So tell me, what generally makes you nervous?” he asked.

“School, mostly,” I admitted.  “Actually mostly gym class.”

“I see.  Well, why don’t you have a seat up on the table, and we’ll take a look,” he said.  He got his stethoscope and put it around his neck.  “Lift your robe off of your shoulders and let it rest in your lap, I’m going to listen to your breathing.”  He held my shoulder as he pressed the cold metal stethoscope to my chest.  “Take a deep breath.” He moved the stethoscope lower.  “Another deep breath.”  He moved it lower still, until it was pressing into the soft flesh of my lower abdomen.  “Once more,” he said. “Sounds okay.”

Next he checked my ears, then my eyes, bringing his face close to mine as he peered into them, his deep breathing audible.

“Looks fine there, too.  If you would, just lay back.  I want to examine your stomach.”  I lay back.  The gown was just covering my crotch.   “I’m going to put some pressure on your abdomen, just tell me if I’m pressing too hard.”  He put one hand on my shoulder and with his other he pressed two of his rough fingers into my tummy.  He kneaded, lower and lower, until I couldn’t take it – I started to get an erection.  He kept kneading as he asked me questions about how often I got sick and how severe it was, and my hard-on started tenting up my gown, though he didn’t seem to notice.  Finally his fingers got so low that they brushed the tip of my boner.  He stopped for a second. My face went hot and must have been bright red.  He took his hand away.

“Well, physically you seem quite healthy,” he said. “A lot of times stress can lead to these kinds of problems.”  He smiled down at me.  “Gym class, huh?”  I nodded and laughed nervously.

“Don’t be embarrassed,” he said nodding toward my crotch.  “Happens to the best of us.  Mind if I take a look?”  Without waiting for word from me he lifted the bottom half of my robe and looked right at hard-on.  “No problems there.”  I was shocked, but his professional, doctor-ly manner never flagged, so I wondered if this was just part of the examination.

He lifted my cock with his thumb and two fingers.

“Your penis has a nice heft to it – it’s well developed, like most of your body.”  He started stroking it in his large fist.  “Do you reach orgasm easily?” he asked.

I nodded.

“Getting close right now, aren’t you?”  I nodded again.  He took his hand away.  “That’s good, very normal for your age.  Do you masturbate regularly?”  He turned and grabbed a tube of KY lubricant.

“Yeah, pretty much,” I said.

“And, if you don’t mind my asking, are you a virgin?”

“Yeah.”

“Well, one good technique for masturbation is to try to keep your strokes light and gentle.  Then, when the time comes for actual intercourse, you’ll have retained a lot of the sensitivity in your penis that some lose when they are too rough with themselves.”

“Now I want to check your backside,” he continued, “if that’s okay.”

“Okay…” I replied.  I was nervous as hell.

“Turn on to your stomach, and arch your belly inward.”  I did as he said.  The robe was open at the back and barely covering me at that point.  Dr. Craig tucked a pillow under my stomach, which raised my butt up a bit.  I heard the snap of the tube cap and a clink as he set it back down on the metal table.

“Have you had your prostate examined before?”

“No,” I said.

“It may be a little uncomfortable at first.  Hopefully not too uncomfortable.”  He spread my butt cheeks with one hand and pressed his finger – ungloved, from what I could tell – to my hole.  He gently massaged the lube into my butthole.  It didn’t seem possible that he could shove one of his huge fingers up there.  Thankfully he seemed aware of it.

“Just try to relax.  I’ve got big hands, so I typically take my time going in.  Deep breaths…”  He worked my asshole, pushing softly and kneading inward.  “You have a very healthy-looking anus.”

“Okay, here comes some pressure,” he said.  He pushed harder and the tip of his finger sank inside.  I tried to maintain my breathing.  Dr. Craig let it rest there.  “Tight, too.”  He stroked my back.  “Tight is good,” he said through an audible smile.  “More pressure…”  His finger sank deeper inside me, but once I was past that initial pain I was good to go.  Dr. Craig stopped around the first knuckle and did a circular sweep with his finger.  “I’m just feeling for any masses or abnormalities.  You’re fine.”

I was definitely turned on at that point – my cock was rock-hard and leaking in my bunched-up gown.  But I was not prepared for what came next.

“I’m going to exam your prostate now, which means I’ll have to go a little deeper.  Try to bear down.”  I tried, and his finger shot up deep inside me.  He rubbed something – I guess it was my prostate – and at first it felt like I had to pee.  But he kept massaging it, and I felt a big squeeze of juice ooze out of the tip of my cock.  It felt so good.  He didn’t stop, and I let myself hump my cock against the table, just once – but that was all it took.  As if out of nowhere, I was having an orgasm.  My asshole contracted tight around his thick finger as shot after shot of cum uncontrollably pumped out of me.  With his other hand, Dr. Craig stroked my lower back as I lost it.  I was gasping for breath.

When I finished, he slowly slid his finger out of me.

“Well now,” he said.  “Feel better?”

“Yeah,” I managed to croak.

“Go ahead and turn over, let’s get you cleaned up.”  I flipped over and sat up on the side of the bed.  Dr. Craig helped me slip off the gown – it wasn’t serving any purpose at that point anyway.

“Wow,” he said once he saw the pool of load I’d shot.  He handed me some paper towels to wipe up my stomach, and he wiped up what was on the table.  Just before he finished, though, he swiped some of my cum on his finger and popped it in his mouth as he walked over to the sink.  I’m not sure if he meant for me to see it.

I couldn’t help but notice something huge below his waist, raising the bottom of his lab coat like a flag pole.  He caught me looking while he washed his hands.

“What’s interesting, and what I’ve discovered in my years as a doctor, is that everyone’s bodies are unique in their own way.”  He walked over to me with a warm wet napkin, took my penis in his hand, and began washing it.  “Your penis is still developing, but already it has an impressive girth and length.”  The girth and length were increasing the more he rubbed it.  He looked into my eyes.  “And I’ve come to find, just from examining many different men, that I have something of an exceptional endowment.”

With that he unbuttoned his lab coat and pulled it open, undid his pants and let them fall to the floor, and lowered his boxer briefs.  My eyes must have widened to the size of saucers.  Exceptional didn’t cover it – his cock was a super-phallus, long and thick as a baby’s arm.  “Feel free to compare it to yours,” he said.

I took that invitation for what it was worth and reached out to feel that marble column of a dick.  As I stroked him, Dr. Craig removed the rest of his clothes until he was nude like me.  He had a great body for his age – smooth and toned.  He rested his hands on his hips, accommodating me as I indulged my curiosity.

“Does having such a large penis it make it difficult to have…intercourse?” I asked.

“Sometimes, yes, with certain types of sex.  Oral sex is an enjoyable option for partners who don’t have the capacity to take an organ of this size.  And I do enjoy oral sex.”

All I had to do was lean forward slightly to take the head of his cock in my mouth.  It was like sucking on an apple.  Pre-cum welled up his piss slit.  I took as much as I could but had to come up for air.

“Do you like that, giving oral sex?” he asked.

“Yes.  For you, anyway.”  Dr. Craig smiled.

“My sexual partners are always engaged by the size of it, it never fails.  You’ll be able to take some more if you try and let your throat relax.”  I leaned down and held it against my face, just basking in the heat and power of it.  I let it slide against my eye and the side of my face.  Then I took a deep breath went down on him again, letting his cock stretch my lips wide.

Dr. Craig’s breathing had quickened.

“Try going a little lower.  Let it rest in the back of your throat…that’s it.  Take a moment; relax.  Theeere you go…”  I was stuffing maybe half of it down my throat and I still had room to wrap my fist around the base.   I figured I’d reached my limit.  I thought of it like a delicious sundae that you know you won’t be able to finish, but sure enjoy trying.

Dr. Craig held my head steady with one hand and rocked his cock into my throat with shallow thrusts.  He pressed his fingertip to the soft gullet under my chin to feel his cock sliding in and out.

“Mmmm.  You’ll set me off if you keep that up.”  I straightened up and wiped my mouth.  Dr. Craig looked at my rock-hard prick as he stroked it.  “It’s truly amazing, the intense sexual response in younger people like yourself.  Look at all this pre-ejaculate you’re producing.”  He casually swiped some up and ate it.  “Mmmm.  Most men experience a recovery period between orgasms, and it only gets longer as you age.  But it wouldn’t take much for you to orgasm again, would it?”

“No,” I said.  “Not at all.”

“You’re a very healthy young man,” he said, looking into my eyes as his face approached mine.  His lips locked with mine and we made out, his clean-tasting tongue making its way into my mouth.  The head of his prick was poking my stomach.  His big hands reached underneath my ass and he lifted me off the table.  I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and my legs around his waist, clinging to him as we frenched.  He walked his fingers to my spread-wide butthole.  I moaned into his mouth as he pressed his finger to me.  It slid in easily this time.  I took his finger to the last knuckle and only wanted more.

Still holding me up, Dr. Craig adjusted his prick and let it ride against my hole.  Just to feel it there, the weight and mass of it, was a thrill.  He lay me back down on the table and threw my legs over his shoulders.  I felt his cockhead aim right at my hole and press down.  The pressure was intense and made me light-headed.

Being that he was a doctor, I trusted him not to cause me undue pain.  Dr. Craig must have known that trying to fit his dick in my ass was a futile thing, so after we both got some pleasure from having it poised at the entrance, he backed off and slowly replaced it with his fat finger.  I moaned as it went inside.

“Try to remain quiet,” Dr. Craig said.  He pumped my ass with his digit, hovering just above me to watch my reactions.  He rubbed my smooth chest, pinched my hard little nipples and jerked my cock.  I took his cock in my hand and stroked it in time with his finger thrusts, imagining that it was him inside me.  His thrusting was too insistent, his fat finger hitting that same spot.  I tried to warn him but quickly realized it was too late – his hand was still working my cock and I was shooting again, my ass clenching around his finger, my cock pulsing in his hand as a shot of cum soared over my shoulder and another streamed across my naked chest.

“Oh, God,” Dr. Craig said, and suddenly his cock was swelling, and then pulsing in my hand.  Jet after jet of his cum showered my body.  I basked in it, rubbing some into my skin.  It seemed his cum would never stop, well, coming.  His finger never left my butt as we both passed the peak.

When we caught our breath he slid it out and got me more towels to clean myself with.

“Amazing.  I never meant to lose control like that.  But the sight of you, ejaculating as you did…it just sent me over the edge.”  As he pulled up his briefs he gave me one last lick at his prick.  He seemed amused that I was so taken with it.

“I think we both enjoyed this today, yes?”  I nodded.  It went without saying.  “I’m going to schedule you for another appointment in two weeks,” he said.  “We can talk some more about our bodies then, and explore some of their differences.”

Only after I left did I realize Dr. Craig hadn’t diagnosed me with anything or even addressed the problem I’d come there for.  What was I going to say to my mother?

I stopped at the gas station a block from my house and bought a bottle of Pepto-Bismol.  I decided that, when my next appointment came, I’d tell mom I had a date. That always seemed to work.

Friends have always meant a lot to me, and leaving home for college made them that much closer and more important.  I’m the type of guy who’d do anything for my buds, and I guess I should add “within reason,” the truth is I usually go above and beyond.  Todd being a prime example.

Todd Myers was my dorm mate and the first guy I met on campus.

“Hey there roomie,” he’d said, throwing his bags on the floor.  He held out his hand and smiled.  I instantly liked the guy.  He had an ease about him that came from being so good-looking, maybe, with his messy dark hair and soft brown eyes.

We were fast friends.  He was from a town just outside of Philly, so he knew what was going on in the city.  He had a fake ID and I could easily pass for 21, so we got into clubs all the time.  We’d try to pick up girls.  He was better at it than me.  I’m pretty studly, don’t get me wrong, but patience is more my philosophy.  I like to meet and hang out with people – guys, girls, whatever.  If something happens, so much the better.

A lot of times Todd would take off with some chick and I’d have to wait it out before I returned to our room.  I didn’t mind; that’s just what buds do for each other.

Todd went from girl to girl.  There was something sort of compulsive about it, though I didn’t really think about that until later.  In the meantime I settled into a thing with this cute, fun chick named Lisa.

One night, a day or so before we were to leave for Christmas break, I found Todd in our room clicking through the internet and looking pretty depressed.  He had opened this bottle of horrible-tasting raspberry vodka that we’d been avoiding, and he offered me a swig.  I was done with classes, so I took it.

We were sitting there talking, and the conversation turned to sex, as it normally does with two horny college guys.  I was telling him how the last time I’d gotten with Lisa I’d managed to hold off cumming for a half hour or so, a record for me.  I was learning techniques for holding back.

“That’s fuckin interesting,” Todd said, leaning back in his chair.  He took a swig from the bottle.  “See, I have the opposite problem.  It takes me forever to cum.  If I even cum at all.”

“Seriously?  I’d kill for that problem,” I said.  I hadn’t meant it to sound harsh, cause I could tell it was really bumming Todd out.

“It’s always been an issue.  If I’m really pounding it, I mean just slamming it into a girl I’m good.  But a lot of girls, you know – they get sore or it hurts and then I start to lose it.  Even if they are willing to let me, like, jackhammer away, I still sometimes lose it – cause I want them to be turned on, too.”

“That’s why you go through so many girls.”

“I guess.  I can’t find anybody compatible, who likes it rough, or…”  He took another swig from the bottle.  He clearly had something to say.

“Look,” Todd continued, “if I tell you this you gotta promise me – I mean, it’s sort of embarrassing and I don’t want anyone to know about it.”

“Okay.  What is it?”

“Well, there’s another way I can get off, and really easily, too.  I mean, I get off big time – I can barely hold back.”

“How?”

“Well, I gotta have something up my ass.”

“Really,” I said, and I think I started getting hard right then, even though we were still totally on the level.

“Yeah.  My girl in high school, Amy – she bought a dildo and used it on me, and I came like a freakin geyser.  And every time after that it was the same thing.”

“That’s understandable.  Don’t they say there’s something up there that triggers it?”  I wasn’t being coy.  I’d never had anything up my butt aside from a finger or two, which felt great, don’t get me wrong, but hadn’t been earth shattering.

“It triggers it alright,” Todd said.  “Feels fucking fantastic.”  I caught him pinch his cock head through his sweatpants.  He must have been as chubbed-up as I was.  “But I still haven’t met a girl freaky enough to try it.  Remember Trisha from last weekend?”  I nodded – Todd had picked that girl up in record time.  “She ate my ass.”

“No way.”

“Yeah.  And it was fucking amazing.  But she’s got a boyfriend or whatever and I can’t get a hold of her.”

“What about like, going out and buying a dildo?”  Todd shook his head.

“I thought about it.  It’s too fucking weird.”

“We could always go to the supermarket and get a cucumber or something.”

Todd laughed.  “Oh man, fuck you!” he said.  There was a pause.

“There’s that too,” I said.

“Huh?”

“The real deal.  Ever consider it?”  If I hadn’t been so buzzed from the vodka I don’t think I ever would have said that.  Luckily Todd was buzzed too.  He looked at me, as though gauging if I was serious.

“I’ve thought about it,” he admitted.  “I mean, if you think about it…if it worked…it would really be like, the ideal situation.  I mean if you – or whoever – was into it, and wanted to try it, they could be getting off and I’d definitely be getting off…”

“Kill two birds with one stone,” I said.

“I mean, as long as the guy didn’t mind being used.”

“Used?”

“Yeah, used.  I’d basically be using you – or whoever – like a dildo, something to get me off.”

“Doesn’t sound like a bad deal at all,” I said.  By now both of us were rock hard, I was sure of it.  “We could give it a shot.”

“Right now?”

“Right here.”

“And nobody’s gonna know.”

“Dude, who am I gonna tell?”

“I don’t know.”  He ran his hands through his hair, looked up at the ceiling.  “I mean like, what should we even do?  Should we like, kiss or whatever?”

“Whatever you want, man.  It’s your show.”  He leaned in to me.

“You care if we try it?”  I shook my head.  Then, just as natural as could be, Todd’s mouth found mine.  It was so easy, just like making out with anyone.  Our tongues met and we writhed them around in each other’s mouths, getting hotter and hotter because kissing always does that, kicks it up a notch.  He reached down and felt my body through my clothes so I did the same to him, and it was sort of like an exploration.  Not that I’d been dying to explore another guy’s body, but the curiosity had been there, to feel his muscles, his smooth skin, all that hardness and strength.  When we broke apart both of us were like, whoa.

“Your dick’s already hard, huh?” Todd said, looking down at the tent in my cargo shorts.  I can’t say why the situation was turning me on so much.  Truthfully I’d noticed Todd’s butt before – it was cute, I gotta say, firm and round and sweet.  All I know is that the thought about sticking my dick up his butt was really appealing to me right then.

“Yours is too,” I said.

“You ever touched another guy’s dick before?”

“I’ll do it if you do it.”  We reached out at the same time.  I grabbed Todd’s dick underneath his sweatpants and it was so, so hard.  He was feeling mine and I could feel a wet spot forming on my briefs, I was that turned on.

“Let’s just get naked,” I suggested, so we stood up and started taking off our clothes.  When we got to our underwear (I was wearing my boxer briefs and he had on a little pair of bikinis) we just shrugged and stripped those off too.  He came up to me and then we were just going at it, our hard bodies pressed against one another, my slightly hairy chest rubbing against his smooth one.  We had our tongues in each other’s mouths of course and our dicks were leaking all over each other and you would’ve thought we were lovers, which we were, I guess, all things considered.

He was sucking my neck and we each had the other’s dicks in our hands, stroking each other off, and it was just a matter of like, if we’re going this far… His dick was thick and solid.  I knew he was clean.  I got down on my knees and just took him in my mouth like it wasn’t anything.

Todd gasped.  I sucked his cock, because it seemed like the least I could do if he was going to let me fuck his ass.  I mean, I know having my dick up his ass was going to be for his benefit, but figured it wouldn’t kill me to suck him off a little.  In all honesty, though, I kinda ended up liking it.  I blew him the way I like to have it done – with my lips tight and my tongue riding the underside.  I took his balls in my hand and tugged on them and he really dug that.  He had his hands running through my hair and his thighs were all tensed up; he was practically standing on his toes.

I thought about what that girl had done to him, eating him out.  I didn’t think I could do that but I did want to get a look at the butt I’d admired when he’d walk around naked in our room.  So I popped his prick out of my mouth and turned him around.  He braced himself on the desk and I took in the sight of his little sexy butt, peach-colored and hairless.  I spread his cheeks and his asshole was winking at me.  I’d never fucked anyone up the butt at this point and it almost didn’t seem possible, but then I knew he’d had stuff up there before.  I had a feeling it was going to be great – it just looked so tight and hot – and he was shaved clean.

I’d been running my hands all over his smooth ass and I let my fingers drift down his crack.  Finally I touched his hot butthole and Todd was like Oh, yeah.  I thought I’ll just nibble and suck on his cheeks a little.  I guess I’m sort of an orally-fixated dude, that’s what Lisa always said anyway cause I’d eat her out for days.  So I was sucking and nibbling and eventually I just went for broke, running my tongue down his crack and getting closer and closer to the slick skin of his butthole and still pretty much digging it.  Then Todd let out this whimper, like a puppy.  Man, that just did me in.

What can I say?  I dug my tongue into his butthole and lost all my inhibitions about it, once I was in there I was fine; more than fine.  I was using my tongue to do circles around his hole and spearing it in, shoving it up as far as it could go.  Todd’s legs were wobbling and he was holding himself up by the desk.

I stood up and slapped my cock in his crack, just to get a feel.  Todd humped his ass back; he was insatiable, man; he just really, really needed it.  I was holding on to his hips and working my fat dick back and forth against his slot.  My cockhead started catching on his hole.  We were pretty slick and sweaty and at one point I thought it even went in.

“Do you want to use a condom?” I asked.

“I don’t care if you don’t,” he said, and I know it was stupid but Todd and I were close, about as close as two buds could get, and I trusted him.  It was a risk but whatever.

Todd grabbed his jack off lube and directed me on how to grease myself up then get some on his butthole.  I worked it in a bit with his finger.  He was tight, I mean really snapping tight, and the thought of working my dick in there was just killing me.  I didn’t want to hurt him so I took it really slowly, but he helped me out all the way.  When my cockhead popped inside we had to take a few minutes for him to adjust.

“Gimme a little more,” he said, and I slid in fine like a hot knife through butter.  “All the way dude, balls deep.”  I stuffed my cock inside him completely.  “Fuuck that’s good.”  What a fucking trip.  I was fucking my best friend in the ass.  I reached around to feel his cock and it was completely hard.

So I was working my cock in and out of him, sort slow and deep, cause every time I’d bottom out in his ass Todd would groan so I knew I was getting him good.  Then I started to speed up and Todd really began to sweat.

“Fuck me, bro,” he said.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” I asked as I pumped a little harder.

“More than okay.  Dude, you can pound me and it’s cool.  Go off, man – slam me, fuckin go to town.”  How could I resist with encouragement like that?  I rode his ass like a piston in a car going 95 mph down the freeway.  I think Todd wanted to get back what he liked to give to girls, like to prove he could take it as well as he could dish it out.  I was clutching his hips and working away and Todd was jacking himself off.  He was still braced up against the desk and we were shaking the whole thing so hard the lamp fell to the floor.

I was fucking him and I was thinking I could get used to this, because his ass was so sweet, and we were such tight bros, that it seemed like nothing should be stopping us from doing it all the time.  That was a pretty interesting thought, and it made me teeter toward the edge.

“I’m gonna cream soon, bro,” I said.

“Me too.”

“Where you want me to do it?”

“Just blow inside me, I don’t give a fuck,” Todd said, and then I could tell he was coming because his moans were really filling the room.  His ass clenched tight around my dick with each shot of his load.

I was like fuckfuckfuckfuck and I just kept pounding and shooting at the same time, I mean right inside him raw as fuck, each thick shot of my load filling up his butt, and I shoot a lot of jizz.  I slowly pulled out when I was done and had a look at what I’d wrought.  Todd’s hole was a little red and raw and some of my white cream was already seeping out, but all in all it looked alright.  I stuck a finger back inside just to see and it was still tight, a little more accommodating but fine.

“Dude, you’re a prince,” Todd said, standing up straight.  His dick was dripping on to the floor and from the look on his face I could tell he’d gotten what he needed.  He snapped on his bikinis and turned to head toward the bathroom.  I couldn’t resist giving that sweet butt a slap.  Todd just smiled.

“So,” he said, “looks like we got a deal?”

“Looks that way,” I said, and we kissed again, just as natural as could be.

From then on whenever Todd needed a jump start he’d ask me if I wanted to play “hide the salami.”  It was a little joke and our own secret code.  The thing I had with Lisa tapered off slightly but for the most part I had enough to go around.  I guess I have an affinity for that, feeling useful for someone in need.  I wouldn’t go so far as to help hide a body, but for Todd I’d hide the salami, any old time.

Dad turned the car down a dirt road and into a field surrounded by trees.  He killed the engine, then turned to me and sighed.  He’d been acting strange the whole ride.

“Well, son, I guess you’re wondering why I brought you out here.”  I had a pretty good idea:  the dreaded sex talk.  He scratched his stubbly chin.  He seemed like he didn’t know how to begin.

“Shit,” he said, looking out the window.  He’d lost his nerve.  “You know, I used to bring your mother out here when we were in high school.”  He turned to me again.  “In fact, it was your mother who suggested I have a talk with you.”

“About what?” I said, trying to help him out.  As much as I wanted to avoid this awkward conversation, I felt bad for my poor dad.  He’d always been a role model for me.  He was handsome, muscular, and beautiful in my eyes.  I wanted to be just like him.

“You’re at the age where boys start to go through a lot of changes.  You know what I’m saying?”

“Sex, right?” I said.  A sly smirk spread across my dad’s face.

“That’s right.  And I just wanted to know if you had any questions.  You know, if you were confused about anything.”

“No, not really.”

“Well, you’re pretty grown up now.  I’d already met your mother when I was your age, and I figured things out pretty quick.” He chuckled.  There was an awkward silence as I imagined dad fucking mom in the back seat.

“So, have you ever done anything yet…like, with a girl?” he asked, nervously rubbing his hands against his jean-clad thighs.

“No,” I said, which was technically true, except, for the past year, I’d been exploring my sexuality from top to bottom with my best friend Brian.

“Not even with Tracy?”

“No way.”  Tracy was girl I’d hung out with exactly twice, but my parents had for some reason latched on to the idea that she was my girlfriend.

“So…do you mastur – I mean, do you jerk off?”

“Dad!” I said.  Then I noticed the sincere look on his face.  He was just trying to talk to me like a friend.  “Yeah, I do.  A lot, actually.”

“That’s good, son.  That’s healthy.  You know, I still do it too.  In fact, I’ve keep some lube and magazines in the bedroom closet, and you’re welcome to use them any time you want.”

“Seriously?”

“Yeah, seriously.  I mean, as long as I’m not using them.”  The idea that my dad jerked off had crossed my mind before, but now I had a clear mental image of my sexy dad, working on his dick.  I started to get hard beneath my shorts.  There was a weird tension in the car.  Dad shifted in his seat.

“And, you know, if you ever want to join me, that might be fun too.”

“Join you?”

“Yeah.  When I was a little younger than you, I had some friends on the football team and we used to get together and mess around.  You know, just guy stuff.”  Now the vibe between us had turned decidedly sexual.  I took note of the bulge in his jeans and how it had swelled.

“Well, sometimes my friend Brian and I mess around,” I admitted.  Dad didn’t look very surprised.

“You guys beat off together?”

“Yeah.  Sometimes we do other stuff.”  Dad’s cock was clearly hard and straining against his jeans.

“Man, I miss those days,” he said.

“Well, it might be fun to do it with you sometime,” I said, my excitement catching in my voice.  My heart was beating out of my chest.

“Have you ever seen a grown man’s…?”  He indicated to the snake in his trousers.

“No,” I croaked.

“It might be instructive…you know, just to get an idea of what you’ll look like when you’re older.”

“Okay.”

The car seat creaked as dad undid his jeans.  He was wearing a pair of bikini briefs.  He pulled them down over his hairy pubic mound, and popped out a fully-hard, nine-inch cock that was as thick as a baby’s arm.

My eyes widened.  Of course I’d seen my dad naked before, but his low-hanging hairy dick had nothing on the towering erection that he now stroked gently in his palm.  He hauled out his balls and lifted up his shirt.

“Wow,” I said.  His cock throbbed in the warm summer air that floated through the open windows.  Dad held his handsome dick so it stood up straight.

“You can feel it, if you want to,” he said.  I looked up at him.  He had a serious look on his face, and he nodded to me as if to say, It’s okay.

I reached over and took his dick in my hand.  It was heavy, and so much bigger than my or Brian’s that I was kind of mesmerized by it.  I felt his hot, hairy balls.  They scrunched up as I held them in my palm.  Dad put his head back on the seat.  He seemed to like it when I played with his nuts, which was funny, because I was the same way.

I slid my fist up his thick shaft, rubbing my thumb against his cock head, which was already leaking with juice.  Dad started breathing really heavily as I played with his cock.  He watched my hand stroking him, up and down.

“Feels so good,” he said.  “Take yours out, too.”  I undid my shorts and slid them around my ankles, freeing my respectable six-inch dick.  It throbbed against my stomach, pressed tight to a thatch of light brown pubes.

“Nice dick,” my dad said, watching mine pulse while I set back to work on his.  He started to reach over.  “May I?” I nodded my head.  He took my diamond-hard dick into his big hand, stroking it gently.  It felt incredible, not just because somebody else was working my dick, but because it was my dad.  His hand, calloused but warm, the same hand that had taught me to hold a baseball bat when I was a kid, was now wrapped around my erection, working me soft and slow as could be.  While at the same time, I was stroking his big, dad-sized dick, which was pulsing and leaking just as much as mine.  I was as turned on as I’d ever been, and struggling to keep control of myself.

“Fun, huh?” dad whispered huskily into my ear.  I groaned a little as Dad’s hand focused on the sensitive head of my dick.  I did the same to him.  “Aw, yeah,” he gasped, his breath hot on my face.  We were so in tune, bringing each other to the peak of pleasure and backing off in little increments.  Dad’s nuts were tight at the bottom of his shaft.  His stubbly face rubbed against mine as our arms worked each other’s pieces.

Pretty soon we were both way too close.  I had to knock Dad’s hand away from my dick.  We both fell back into our seats, panting.

Dusk had fallen, the waning sunlight casting an orange glow on the horizon.  The crickets chirped in the field.  Dad looked over at me.  We were both still rock hard.

“Never thought you could have this kind of fun with your old man, did ya?”  I shook my head, smiling.  “Here, let me show you something I used to do with one of my buddies,” he said slipping off his shoes and removing his pants from his ankles.  “Crawl in the back seat.”

I took off my shorts and I was completely naked, then I sat in the back seat.  Dad got totally naked, too, his big cock bobbing lustily in front of him as he climbed back with me.  He laid me down on the seat and lifted my legs, wrapping them around his thick, hairy thighs.  He laid his masculine, muscular body onto my smooth and lithe one.  Our dicks lay like pipes next to each other, pressed in between our sweaty bodies.

He started grinding his hips against mine, his firm butt raising up and back down as he worked his fat dick against mine.  Because our bodies were pressed so closely together, there was plenty of friction between our dicks and stomachs.  It was like nothing I’d ever felt before, mostly because of the incredible feeling of my dad’s naked body against mine.  I thought about him doing the same thing to my mother, right in this very spot where we now were.  I tightened around his thighs, pulling him closer to me.

“Feels good, right?” he said, his handsome face right next to mine.  He kissed me then, and for one exquisite instant I felt his tongue slip in between my lips.  I slid out my tongue to meet his, and we kissed like that for just a minute.  It was over way too quickly.

Dad took my legs in his hands and raised them to his shoulders.  My ass was exposed to the air, and his balls began to slide against my twitching hole.  His thrusts got lower and lower, until his whole fat hog was riding against my butthole.  My dick wasn’t getting much attention, but it really didn’t matter.  The feeling of my dad’s big dick riding against my asshole was intense.  I pushed back against him, wanting more.   Dad seemed to get lost in what he was doing, focusing intently on pushing his big dick along his son’s pulsing pink asshole.

He looked up at me.  I was having a hard time keeping my eyes from rolling in the back of my head.  He took my dick in his hand and stroked it as he humped me.  Slick sweat kept his cock gliding against my asshole.  I wanted him to take me, and I think he wanted to do it too, but we both knew it was going to be difficult.  Brian had slid his dick up my butt a couple of times, but it was nowhere near the size of Dad’s piece.  For all intents and purposes (and for all my dad knew) I was a virgin.

Dad set his hips back and jabbed the tip of his cock right into my asshole.  I kissed it with my sphincter, my own cock pulsing in his hand.  He continued to jab into me, the pressure building and building on my sphincter, a little more of Dad’s dick going in each time.  And then the head of his cock sank inside.

“Aaaahh!” I cried out, in pain and pleasure.  My asshole spasmed around his cock, and before I could control what was happening, cum started pumping out of my dick.  Dad started to stroke me as I unleashed rope after rope of heavy cream onto my stomach.  The way my asshole spasmed around the head of his cock must have done it for him, because suddenly he couldn’t hold back either.

He moaned loudly, but managed to hold his hips steady.  His cock rested just barely inside of me as he unloaded what felt like a gallon of come inside my ass, the head of his dick pulsing and stretching my tender ring of muscle with each shot.  The look on his face was like nothing I’d ever seen.  This was my dad, the man I’d loved and respected and feared and looked up to my whole life, and he was totally losing it over me, unable to hold back as his dick gushed its load inside my butt.

When he’d finished filling me with his seed he pulled out and collapsed onto my body, his hairy chest heaving against mine.  I ran my hands down his broad back and cupped his firm ass in my hand.

Dad had taken me out here to have “the talk,” intent on teaching me anything I’d wanted to learn.  Now, I had a feeling there were a few things we’d be teaching each other.