Trey, Uncle Bill, and Me

by Craigpwriter888@tutanota.com with editing by J

Author’s Note:

This story was originally submitted years ago. I also edited and reformatted one time previously. Perhaps it’s a testament to the improvement in my skills since I got into this hobby, but when I recently went back and read it, some of the writing made me cringe.

So I decided to create v3.0; this time enlisting the help of J, my friend and collaborator on Max's Freudian Slip / Max's Awakening. The result is a much better version of what was always a good story!

This story has eight chapters, all included below. No long-term commitment needed on your part.

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Prologue

This is a semi-autobiographical tale from the summer before my 13th birthday (late 1970s). It was the summer of my first crush — and also when my carnal knowledge grew tenfold.

I’ve tried to remember the details as best I could, but obviously some dialogue is re-imagined. “Much” of what is described actually happened. For the sake of writing an interesting story, I’ve embellished and added a scene or two. I’ll let you decide where the facts stop and the fiction begins, but it will be a more interesting read if you assume it is entirely factual. 

Chapter 1

The summer before my eighth-grade year, I (Craig) was a scrawny and nerdy 12-year-old. A few weeks into the school year I would be turning 13, but if you saw me naked, you would never guess I was only a year away from starting high school. It was a great source of embarrassment that I still showed zero signs of puberty. This was back in the late 1970s, when jockstraps and sometimes showers were mandatory in junior high gym class, so it was easy to compare with classmates. Being one of the few kids left without pubic hair was horrible!

I’ll never forget the shock the first day we had to dress out. It never dawned on me that other boys might already have pubes or dicks that looked more like a grown-up than a toddler. I know you’re not supposed to gaze in the locker room, but I couldn’t get over the fact that so many of these other guys already had hair. I was one of those smart kids who often got teased as it was, so while nobody ever said anything about my lack of development, I was SURE they were snickering behind my back or would start taunting me at any moment. 

Which, looking back, was irrational. There were plenty of other guys who were still hairless (especially to start the year). The difference was, they had the self-esteem to not care, while self-conscious me spent the entirety of seventh grade changing as fast as I could to hide my undeveloped, pubeless dick.

It wasn’t like I was a total loner. I did have friends. There were several kids who lived near me that I hung out with often. They went to my school, but were either in a different grade or were usually in the regular classes, while I was in advanced sections. 

I could be social and outgoing outside of school, but inside the building I was nervous and shy. I wasn’t athletic enough to be accepted by the jocks, nor did I want to hang out with the other nerds. (Apparently I thought I at least was cooler than those losers) So, I went through much of school without a solid identity or friend group. I was one of those ‘other guys’ who were either ignored or selected for torment.

***

That summer, like the few prior, I spent three weeks with Ben and Lucy. They had been family friends for decades. They used to live near us. In fact, their son and my older sister were high school sweethearts. They moved several years before to a nearby lake, which was a popular retirement spot. I was initially reluctant, and begged my mom not to send me, but enjoyed it so much I kept returning.

Ben didn’t have much to do with me. He was an old codger with a drinking problem who mostly kept to himself. But he did take me fishing; we ran trotlines twice a day. 

Lucy, on the other hand, was a kid’s best friend! She loved to go fishing, shoot BB guns, swim, etc. — all things a young boy (even a nerdy one) enjoys.

She was in her late 60s but acted more like 30! But most of all, the thing I most appreciated was how she’d talk with you — and actually listen. She was probably a better listener than anyone else in my life growing up.

We would eat at a nearby marina most evenings (which was great — they had pinball machines!). Then, we would spend every night sitting on their front patio, drinking and talking (beer for her, Pepsi for me). I heard story after story about my older siblings and the old neighborhood. She’d share the same anecdotes ad nauseam, but I never tired of them.

Each year I was supposed to go for two weeks, but would invariably end up staying three or sometimes four. There was nothing happening at home, anyway. 

Eventually, Ben and Lucy bought a small general store / gas station. I loved spending days running the cash register. Then, we’d do fun things in the evenings.

***

Bill, another retiree who lived in the area, was a frequent customer. He stopped in every other day; usually for cigarettes, often beer, or occasionally a small bottle of Jim Beam. He was always well-dressed, with nice “old man” shorts and a golf shirt. He had black horn-rimmed glasses. To the best of my recollection, he looked a little like the guy who was the host of that game show ‘The Joker’s Wild.’ He always joked with me and was kind.

One day, he came in with a blond boy a few inches taller than me. While Bill gathered groceries, the kid sat in a chair near me, distracting me from The Munsters. He had a rugged sort of beauty that made my heart skip a beat. He was wearing cutoffs, a plain white tee that he filled out nicely, and sported a bushy mop of dirty blond hair. His eyebrows were darker, giving him a mysterious air.

Lucy came out of the backroom when she heard the bell ding. 

“Trey! How are ya, you little shit? I wondered if you’d be getting here this summer,” she asked excitedly. Lucy often used colorful language — another reason I adored her.

“I’m good,” he answered, smiling.

She quickly introduced me. “Craig, this is Trey. He’s Bill’s grandson, or is it nephew? I forget.”

Trey gave me a half-hearted wave. Apparently, neither of us had been taught how to introduce ourselves properly because we both just sat there.

Bill came to the counter with a few canned goods and a 12-pack of Budweiser. 

“He’s not really either, remember? He might call me Uncle Bill, but he’s more like a family friend,” he said, nodding to me. “This little smartass isn’t your grandson either, right?”

Bill knew me from my prior visits, but apparently he didn’t remember the exact connection between Ben, Lucy, and I. I grinned at his comment, because I truly was a ‘smartass,’ at least with adults. 

“No, no relation, but I’ve known him since he was this tall,” Lucy answered, holding her hand about two feet high. “He used to come swaddling down to my house in his diaper when he was two. His mom would call asking ‘Lucy, is Craig down there?’”

It was her favorite embarrassing story to tell about me. It wasn’t so bad when she was telling other adults, but in front of another boy, I was completely mortified! It was even worse when Trey covered his mouth to snigger. I wasn’t sure if he was laughing at me or the story, but given my fragile self-esteem… I assumed the former. I turned beet red and excused myself to the bathroom. 

When I returned, it was evident that Bill, Lucy, and Trey had made plans of some sort. 

“That sounds good, just drop him back off about four. We’ll head to the low-water bridge and then meet you around seven for dinner.”

“NO!” I screamed silently to myself. I loved going swimming with Lucy, but didn’t want this random dude tagging along. While I found him handsome, I didn’t know him, nor did I think I liked him. I was pretty sure he thought I was a dork, like most of the kids in school.

When they left, Lucy explained that Trey was coming with us later. I tried not to act annoyed, but she was pretty good at reading me. 

“He’s a good kid Craig, you’ll have fun with him,” she said, trying to reassure me.

“Okay, sure,” I answered, already brooding about the ways he would mock or show me up. I was still too chicken to go off the rope swing and just knew he would make fun of me for being a wuss. I sulked until Lucy told me to pack a cooler.

Bill dropped Trey off right on time and we left the store under Ben’s watch. Trey took shotgun without even asking, which didn’t do much to assuage my fears that he was probably going to be a real dick. He didn’t say much. Lucy did most of the talking on the short drive, pointing out various birds and a small herd of deer (she was a nature nut).

When we arrived at the swimming hole, which was essentially a widened-out segment of a large creek, we both peeled off our shirts and jumped into the cool water. While his torso was still smooth, I noticed immediately how built Trey was. He had clearly defined pecs, large nipples, and muscular biceps — all of which I couldn’t stop staring at. He was an Adonis. 

I took a deep breath, trying to calm the flutter in my stomach. Trey was way out of my league.

While I admired his body I realized he bore the same attributes as the ‘cool’ jocks in junior high who bullied me regularly. 

Needless to say, I was intimidated and felt uneasy.

Trey finally spoke; his voice still high but slightly raspy. “Do you come here a lot? To the lake I mean.”

“Every summer for like the past four I think,” I answered nervously. “You?”

“Just my second. Mom likes getting rid of me for a couple weeks. It’s okay,” he explained, picking up a stone and skipping it across the water. “It’s so fucking hot. And the bugs.”

“Yeah, I like helping at the store. It’s boring sometimes, but I’m even more bored at home.” Trey kept picking up rocks and heaving them. As he raised his arms I noticed a smattering of pit hair. “Um, so what grade are you going into?” 

“Eighth. You?”

“Same.”

“Really?” he said, chuckling. “I was gonna guess more like sixth. You’re a shrimp!”

He didn’t say it in a mean way, but naturally, I assumed he was picking on me.

“Yeah, well, I’m like the youngest kid in my class.” 

“Oh. Are you even 13 yet?”

“Not ‘til September.” 

“I turned 13 in May. So I’m older, but only by like four months.” 

Oh great! Rub it in. Only four months difference and he’s already got hairy pits and is built like a weightlifter. (If you want a more accurate description of Trey, picture the character Chris in Stand by Me with slightly longer hair). 

I was desperate to change the subject. “So, you want to build a dam?” 

He shrugged. “Sure.”

We spent the next 30 minutes creating a massive blockade across the creek, leaving a small spillway in the middle. We didn’t talk much except about where to place things. 

Trey was great help, hauling larger rocks that I could never carry. Surprisingly, I finally relaxed and had fun. What we built was better than any I’d created before, and when we were finished, we took turns floating through the opening where the water sped through, laughing. I also couldn’t help but to notice his massive (compared to mine) bulge in his trunks.

Trey hadn’t exactly been friendly, but he wasn’t being a dick either. He was mostly quiet. Unfortunately, my lack of self-esteem caused me to interpret his silence as mere tolerance — putting up with me because he had to and I was the only other kid around.

We dried off before piling back into Lucy’s old Ford LTD and heading back to the store to pick up Ben. The store closed at 6:00, so we timed it perfectly and were at the marina by 6:30. Lucy gave us a handful of quarters and we played games while waiting for Bill. 

I may have been a nerd, but I had a respectable pool shot and spent enough time goofing around on the shuffleboard table that I was decent. I beat him in the first round of 8-ball and twice at shuffleboard. 

“You little fucker!” he yelled after losing the final round. His reaction made me laugh, which he apparently didn’t care for, as he promptly punched my arm. It was just hard enough to hurt.

I tried to be cool and brush it off, but felt vindicated. Trey is just another jerk-off bully. I’d finally started to relax and enjoy myself, and then he pulled that shit. Though to be honest, slugging a guy in the arm is almost a sign of affection for teenage boys. Just one I never took to be remotely positive.

It was about that time when Bill rolled in and we ordered. Trey got pizza (which at the marina was a frozen Red Baron — exotic!) and I ordered my usual: pork tenderloin.

Trey and I returned to the pool table to burn off the rest of the quarters. He racked the balls before leaning over me. 

“I bet I win this time. If I do, you have to suck my dick, okay?”

That rattled me. I couldn’t tell if he was joking around, being mean, or even coming onto me. I tried to shrug him off, but when I broke, I completely mishit the cue ball and it sputtered softly off the side bumper without touching a thing.

“That’s a scratch!” Trey exclaimed, laughing. He repositioned the cue ball and sent it smashing hard into the rack, with two solids finding their way into pockets. “Now THAT’S how you break, Craig.”

He sank two more balls before it was even my turn. Flustered by his suddenly-dickish attitude, I began to sweat. 

My next shot missed badly. The cue was sticking in my clammy hands. 

Trey grinned. He’s enjoying this. He knew I was feeling uncomfortable. I kept looking towards the kitchen, hoping our food would arrive so we could eat and go home. 

Trey finished me off, sinking the eight ball when I still had four stripes left.

“Good game, homo,” he said, sarcastically slapping me on the back as we went back to our booth. 

I didn’t say much, wolfing down my sandwich and fries. The adults were talking about some boat that had caught fire across the lake and Trey and I just listened. 

I had started to tune them out, when I heard the most awful thing come out of Bill’s mouth:

“Trey, you should see if Craig wants to spend the night.”

“What a great idea!” Lucy chimed in. I looked up and saw dread on Trey’s face.

“Um, don’t you need help in the store in the morning?” I asked.

“Nonsense. We get by without you the other eleven months of the year. We’ll be just fine. You go ahead and have fun.”

“But I don’t have any clothes or nothing,” I started to protest.

Lucy frowned. “You just put on clean clothes when we got back from swimming, and I know you don’t change that often. I do your laundry, remember? Go have fun now. Scoot.”

“Alright… I guess.”

Trey was shooting daggers my way.

Chapter 2

I walked to Bill’s car, moping a few feet behind him and Trey, filled with dread that this would be the worst night of my life. I was sure that Trey A) absolutely loathed me and B) would ignore me or C) maybe beat the shit out of me. 

As we drove up the hill from the marina, Trey turned around. “Craig, are you cool or what?”

‘Cool’? What did he mean by that? “Yeah I guess so. Why?”

“Because I don’t want you ruining everything. You’re not a rat, are you?”

“No way,” I mumbled, looking down. I wasn’t sure what he was getting at, but was trying my best to be agreeable.

“Good!” Trey answered. “God, I need a cigarette.” I was shocked when he pulled Bill’s Pall Malls from the console and lit one, inhaling deeply. “Oh yeah, that’s perfect,” he declared after blowing smoke out the window. “You want one?” He offered the pack.

I tried smoking before, and hated it. “Nah, it’s cool, I don’t really like it.” Then after a pause I added, “but it’s okay if you do it.” I was trying my hardest to be ‘cool.’

Bill chimed in. “Craig, I don’t have a lot of rules — as you can see — so do whatever you want, just don’t go tattling to Lucy,” he said, adjusting the radio dial. “She’d skin me alive. That woman adores you.”

“So you’ve tried smoking before?” Trey asked, trying to size up my exact level of ‘coolness.’

“Yeah, sure. Just didn’t like it is all,” I answered, trying to appear confident, and not like a total dork.

“Okay, well how about a beer then?”

“I love beer!” I answered excitedly, leaning forward. I wasn’t lying. I had older brothers who were having parties when they were 15 and 16. I used to sneak downstairs and steal drinks from their open bottles. I learned to like the taste at a young age, like eight. Their beer of choice was Miller High Life, and to this day, I can’t drink it without the flavor taking me back to the basement of our first house.

“Cool,” answered Trey, “me too.”

“Just not too many, boys,” Bill said from the driver seat. “I don’t need you getting sick. And just beer. Stay the hell out of my whiskey.”

I wasn’t sure what was so funny, but what Bill said sent Trey into a fit of laughter. 

Also, I was really going to drink beer? Things are starting to improve!

We rode the rest of the way in silence. It was only about 15 minutes, but gave my mind time to wander.

I thought back to Trey’s comment about blowing him. I daydreamed about what his dick might look like and how hairy it could be. How big is it? Might it be curved like my friend’s? Can he shoot sperm?

***

I guess I need to explain something. At 12, I was already well-versed in boy sex play. I’d been fooling around with a neighbor, a cousin, and various friends since I was eight. An older boy (a sixth grader) took me into our attic when I was in third grade and showed me how to jack off. We did it a few times together, though we never touched one another. 

From then on, I experimented with everyone I could. My most frequent playmate was Kory, the next-door neighbor, over a couple months the prior spring. Once he discovered I liked to fool around, he came over almost every day after school to my empty house and begged me to suck his curved, hairy cock. 

That is, until he abruptly moved away. 

While I didn’t think Trey was serious about me blowing him, I knew I probably would if asked. In fact, I would enjoy it — so long as he stopped acting like an ass. 

That said, I was still pretty sure he was picking on me. I definitely saw him as one of those dudes who always attracted cute girls. No way was he desperate enough to need scrawny me to get him off. 

***

We pulled up to Bill’s cabin. It was smaller than I expected, just a square yellow building with a carport on the side, a front patio, and a deck in the back. I guess an old man living alone doesn’t need much.

Trey led us inside and turned on the lights. A small eat-in kitchen and dining room took up one corner, adjacent to a living room. What I assumed to be a bedroom was in the other corner, next to a small bathroom. 

I followed Trey as he went to the living room. There was a couch, a chair, and on the floor in front of the TV was an old mattress. Clothes were scattered around, along with a few beer cans.

“This is kinda my room,” Trey explained. “Bill has the real bedroom. We can share or you can sleep on the couch, but it’s kind of lumpy.”

“Sure, whatever,” I answered, desperately trying not to be high-maintenance.

“You guys ready for that beer now?” Bill interrupted. 

I looked over the couch to see him holding two cans of Budweiser. Wow! They were serious about the beer!

Trey handed me one. I popped the top and took a huge gulp. It was cold and delicious. I realized when I tilted the can back that Trey had been watching me intently.

He smiled. “Nice. I thought maybe you were just pretending to like beer to be cool.” He popped open his can and took a swig. “Oh man, that tastes great.” He walked over and turned on the TV. A rerun of Charlie’s Angels came on. “Fuck yeah! Farrah has great tits.”

“Um… yeah, she’s pretty hot,” I added. The truth was I never cared much for tits — not Farrah’s or anyone else's. But, I was trying hard to fit in. 

Trey sat his beer down on top of the TV and began untying the strings of his swim suit. 

“God, I can’t wait to get these damn things off. That fucking netting is ripping into my legs,” he said, pushing them onto the floor. I couldn’t help but stare at his small, naked butt peeking out below his t-shirt. It was pasty white, in stark contrast to his tanned legs. 

He walked across the room to a battered suitcase on the floor. I got a nice glimpse of his dick poking out front, but I tried not to stare, lest he catch me meat-gazing.

It was obviously much bigger than mine. I started to wonder: was he showing off on purpose or just not shy? He pulled out a pair of underwear (white briefs — the only thing anyone wore at the time) and slipped them on. He retrieved his beer and sat on the other end of the couch.

The show was just returning from commercials when Bill leaned over. “I’m going to take a bath. You can have one more beer if you want, but that’s it for tonight.”

I turned to tell him thanks and was shocked to see Bill standing there in just a pair of striped boxer shorts, holding a thick book. He looked down and smiled before turning and heading into the bathroom.

“Don’t mind him, he always walks around half-naked. It’s no big deal.”

“He wears boxers just like my step-dad,” I said, not sure why I shared. “I don’t know how old men stand those things.”

“Right? Me neither.” He scooched toward me. “Soooooo… you wanna look at some dirty magazines?”

“Hell yes!” I answered. I’d snuck a few glances at Kory’s dad’s Playboy collection but those peeks were very brief, as we were always in fear of being caught (his father was probably the strictest prick I’ve ever met). Even though I wasn’t really into girls, seeing nudity of any sort at 12 is exciting. Anything remotely dirty or erotic was a huge turn-on.

Trey opened the bottom cabinet of a nearby bookcase and pulled out a huge stack of magazines. There had to be at least a dozen! He plopped them down at one end of the mattress. “Let’s look at them together.”

We were soon lying side-by-side on his bed. The bed smelled of smoke, beer, sweat, and… Trey. 

He pushed a couple off the top, selecting a specific copy of ‘Oui’. 

“This is one of my favorites. Look at this chick finger her pussy,” he said, flipping about fifteen pages in and showing me. “God! Can’t you just imagine sliding your dick into her?”

“Jesus!” I exclaimed. I’d never seen anything this graphic and it was eye-opening. This was certainly NOT your typical, tasteful Playboy photo shoot.

“Look here,” he said, flipping the page to the next set of photos where the busty blond had two fingers knuckle-deep into her twat in the first photo and then was licking her moistened fingers in the other. Even though I was more interested in boys than girls, at 12, any erotica will cause a boner, and I was immediately rock hard. I had to lift my hips and adjust myself.

“Got a boner, huh?” Trey asked, laughing.

“No! Not really,” I tried to lie.

“Liar,” Trey yelled and pounced on me. We started wrestling and he quickly flipped me over onto my back and grabbed my crotch. “I knew you were hard.”

“Yeah okay, busted. Pretty sure I felt something on my back when you jumped on me,” I replied. I surprised myself by actually firing a comeback. I wasn’t sure how he would take it.

Trey shrugged and went back to the porn. “This one has a bunch of good stories in it,” he said, handing me a Penthouse. 

I began to thumb through it as he opened a different issue. I looked at a couple of the pictorials before finding my way to a page with a folded corner. 

One of the stories, “Summer Camp Counselors,” had a star by it. I started reading. It was a hot tale about two staff getting it on atop a picnic table between their two cabins while their charges slept. It was really erotic and I found myself grinding my cock into the soft mattress.

“You read that story about the summer camp?” Trey asked. “I love that one. I swear, If I were there I’d catch them doing it and show her what a real fucking feels like.”

I couldn’t help but laugh at his bravado. “Sure you would. You’ve probably fucked about as many girls as I have.” 

“You’re a virgin, right?” he probed. 

I started blushing. “Yeah, well, so are you!” I retorted. Truth was I wouldn’t be surprised if he had already scored a girl.

“Okay, well I am, but I did feel a girl’s tit right before school was out. And I bet I’d fuck good,” he bragged. He pulled a magazine off the bottom of the stack. “Check out this one. It’s really hardcore. They actually do it.”

This magazine was all photos, no text. The first couple of pages depicted a macho looking guy ripping the clothes off a well-built brunette. Once she was naked, the next few photos showed her going to her knees and unzipping the guy’s jeans. She pulled his dick out his fly and held it just in front of her moist, ruby red lips. The guy’s cock looked enormous to me. 

“Holy fuck, that dude’s dick is huge!” I exclaimed.

“I know. I hope mine gets that big.” I knew there was no way in hell mine would grow to those dimensions.

“Yeah,” I mumbled in agreement.

“So, you jack off, right?” Trey asked as he turned the page. 

Now normally, at school, you would Deny! Deny! Deny! any suggestion that you masturbate — especially when you’re not part of the in-crowd. The bullying would be brutal.

This situation felt different, so I took a chance. 

“Well, duh. I’ve been jacking off since third grade, man,” I answered, thinking that might actually impress him.

“Good,” he said, reaching into his briefs. “‘Cause I just gotta.”

I watched out of the corner of my eye as he gave his cock a couple strokes and then pushed his briefs down. 

He wrapped his hand around his cock and pumped away. I took a quick glance before forcing myself to look back at the magazine (which was now suddenly less interesting). 

His dick was maybe 5” long. It had a pointy head and there was a small brown bush at the base. My eyes swiveled back and forth between his cock and the magazine. My heart raced as I admired his gorgeous boyhood.

“Oh man, this feels nice,” he said, moaning. “So what’s yours look like?”

He caught me off-guard. “Oh, I don’t know. About the same I guess.”

“Show me,” he commanded. After a few seconds of silence he added a much nicer “please?”

I appreciated his change in demeanor, but was still nervous. It wasn’t long ago he was acting like a jerk. “Okay, but what if Bill—”

He interrupted. “Relax, he reads in there for at least an hour. We’ll hear the tub drain before he comes out. Besides, he don’t care anyway. He says all guys choke their chicken.”

“Okay. But promise you won’t laugh?” I said as I reached for the button on my cut-offs. “I haven’t grown much hair yet.”

‘Much’? Shit, I had none. I pushed my shorts down to my knees and grabbed the waistband of my white briefs. I looked over at Trey to see his reaction, expecting him to laugh at my skinny 3” (at most) dick.

“Cool. Mine looked just like yours last summer. All this happened after school started,” he said, pointing towards his cock. “How do you like to jerk it?”

I was relieved he didn’t tease. I showed him my usual technique, which at that time was to make a circle with the tips of my four fingers and thumb and then lower them onto my cock from above. 

I gave my dick a few strokes. “Like that.”

“Good! Now we can both jack while we look at the mags.” He rolled back to his side and brought my attention back to the magazine, where the guy now had both hands on the girl’s head and was pumping his cock into her mouth. 

Both of us continued rubbing ourselves. The final pages showed them fucking in multiple poses before the man shot cum all over her boobs; the final image was him squeezing out a final drop of semen onto her tongue. 

The close-up of his hefty dick made my own twitch. It was fucking awesome.

That was the first time I’d ever seen semen. 

“So that’s what sperm looks like,” I commented. “Can you, um… you know, do it?”

“Shoot sperm?” Trey answered. “Yeah, since Christmas. I’ll show you later.” He stared at me for several seconds, looking me up and down.

“What?”

“Close your eyes,” he instructed.

“Why?”

“Trust me, okay?” 

Gone was his arrogant tone from the marina. It’s different now, almost reassuring. I nervously complied. 

In my mind, I assumed he might kiss me (because that’s what happens in movies when people close their eyes). That prospect excited me, as I’d never kissed anyone and Trey was definitely growing on me. 

But, I was mistaken — in the best possible way. Instead of bringing his lips to mine, he took them lower and engulfed my cock and began licking it all over. 

“Oh God,” I moaned as his warm tongue bathed my sensitive cock. I opened my eyes and watched his blond mop bob up and down on my small tool. My hands found their way to his head and I rubbed his sweaty hair as he worked my dick. After about a minute, he pulled off and wiped his mouth. 

“Was that okay?” he asked.

“‘Okay’? It was fucking sweet man,” I answered. It had been a while since anyone sucked me. Kory would rarely reciprocate, and nobody ever did it as well as Trey just did! My cousins would usually lick it or suck it for like three seconds and stop.

“My turn?” he asked, looking eagerly at me. Ah, so that’s why he sucked me first. At least he didn’t beg me to suck him with an empty promise to return the favor.

I nodded and he laid back. As I crawled towards him, he asked: “Have you, um, like ever done this before?”

“Yes,” I said as I took his cock into my hand. It was rigid but yet still soft to the touch. The warmth of his dick penetrated my palm. 

I extended my tongue and licked the tip. I could taste precum. (I knew what it was because Kory would ooze lots of the stuff if I sucked on his dick for very long). 

Now that I was up close, I gave it a good review. It was so hot! It was perfectly straight. It was sticking up towards his face at a 45-degree angle. I licked the whole shaft again before taking it into my mouth and licking the head all over.

“Oh fuck, you really have done that before, haven’t you?”

“Uh-huh,” I tried to answer but it came out muffled as my mouth was full. I pushed deeper until my nose was buried in his musky pubic bush. The head of his cock tickled my throat, but I didn’t react. Sucking Kory’s similarly-sized dick every day for a month had me accustomed to suppressing my gag reflex. I bobbed on his cock a couple times before coming off and moving down to his balls, tonguing them all over.

“Shit Craig, you’re a fucking pro at this. Suck it deep again, please!” He was almost begging, and I loved that: I’ve been accepted and appreciated.

His cockhead had just hit my tongue when I was stunned by Bill’s voice. “Well Jesus Fucking Christ, Trey, that didn’t take you very long.”

I reacted immediately by rolling off and pulling the blanket up over me (my underwear was still around my knees). So much for hearing the tub drain. 

I looked up at Bill, shaking in fear. He was standing behind the couch with a towel wrapped around his waist. It’s bad enough there’s porn all over, but he saw me sucking Trey. How do I explain that? I genuinely thought my life was over, I may have even started crying.

They both laughed. Trey reached over and put his arm around my neck. “It’s okay man, Bill’s cool. Right Bill?”

“Right. Craig, I told you I don’t have many rules,” he said. “I’m going to head out onto the deck for a smoke. You all have fun, just clean up when you’re done. This place is messy enough already.”

As Bill went out the back door, my breathing slowly returned to normal. I wiped my eyes and took a deep breath. “Shit, I thought he was gonna kill us!”

“‘Kill us’? Nah. Fuck us maybe. Bill’s a homo man. He don’t care about us playing around.”

It took me a minute to process what Trey was saying. Bill was a real life, bona fide homosexual? Wow!

Before I could dwell on the fact that I now knew an actual queer, Trey pulled me on top of him so we were lying chest to chest. I could feel his erection pressing against my junk, which had gone soft. 

“Really man, it’s fine,” he said before pulling my face to his and kissing me.

Best. Thing. Ever. I could have floated away. 

He pressed his lips to mine and mashed them together. Before I knew it, we were stabbing our tongues into each other’s mouths. 

I loved everything about this: the kissing, our bodies pressed together, our cocks frotting. This was way more intimate than any of the play I’d done, and I loved it. Nobody else had ever suggested making out.

We finally broke our lip lock. “Wow,” I said. “Wow!”

“Can you suck me some more, I really wanna shoot,” Trey asked. “I won’t do it in your mouth, promise.”

I didn’t answer, but moved back down to his cock and began sucking. Trey reached over and pulled off my underwear the rest of the way off and pulled me towards him. He leaned in and took my dick into his mouth, working the head with his warm tongue. After a minute of 69ing, he pushed me away. “I’m about to blow.”

We laid side by side, shoulder to shoulder, and jerked ourselves. I was mesmerized. I was working mine fast too, just beginning to feel my dry cum build.

It didn’t take him long before he yelled out and arched his hips. A quick squirt of cloudy fluid jumped from his cock and landed just above his narrow bush. He slowed his pace as more dribbled out and flowed over his thumb onto his pubes. 

I was amazed! Someone sperming in real life!

The excitement of seeing Trey blast sent me into an incredible drymax. My legs kicked as the spasms erupted through my hairless body. I laid back and slowly let my breathing return to normal. 

“Do you need me to get you a towel or something?” His belly was a mess!

“Nah, I got it,” he answered. He nonchalantly grabbed a dirty sock off the floor and wiped. “Socks work great. When you start sperming, you can just put one over your dick like a rubber and shoot into it and throw it in the laundry.” He tossed the sock into a pile of clothes and pulled his underwear back up. “Let’s get another beer and go out on the deck with Bill.”

“Sure,” I answered. I started looking for my shorts.

“Dude, don’t worry about it. Nobody can see you out on the deck. There’s no houses back there, just trees,” he explained, scratching his smooth belly. “Well except Bill, but he’s already seen your dick, so who cares? C’mon”

We swung by the fridge for two more Budweisers and popped out onto the deck in just our briefs. 

“Hey boys,” Bill greeted. “Have a good time?”

I nodded, embarrassed that Bill not only saw us doing sex stuff, but was apparently also willing to talk about it. 

Trey was more talkative. “Super good. Craig really knows what he’s doing.”

“Is that so?” Bill asked, pulling me onto his lap. “I had a feeling you were my kind of kid. Now, how old are you again?”

“12. Almost 13.”

“Hmmm. Perfect age.” As Bill talked, one hand was resting on my thigh and another was gently stroking my back. It was a little awkward being touched by a grown man, especially a gay one in just a towel, but it was nice too. “Well, now that you guys have broken the ice, maybe I’ll let you show Craig the other stash tomorrow.”

“Cool. I think he’ll like ‘em, Uncle Bill.”

***

Trey led me back inside and we quickly drained our hoses and picked up the room. We went to the bathroom and stood side by side as we emptied our bladders. Casually pissing next to Trey, totally at ease, was awesome — and certainly not what I had expected when I was leaving the marina.

We bedded down on the mattress but stayed up talking as the TV flickered. I asked him about the other magazines Bill mentioned, but he told me it would have to be a surprise. 

We talked about school and other inane stuff. Eventually, I mustered the guts to ask if he was gay. He told me he didn’t think so, because he couldn’t wait to fuck a girl. He said it feels good doing stuff with guys, so whatever, and seemed completely unconcerned.

Finally, he dozed off. I was still wide awake. I reprocessed the whole night as I watched him sleep in the glow of the static. 

I traced my hands over his smooth back and felt his tight ass beneath those worn tighty-whiteys. I smiled. I’d never been so content as I was right then, lying there beside Trey, a sexy blonde boy. 

I think I made a new friend. I didn’t have many outside the neighborhood kids. It was a good feeling.

Chapter 3

I woke to the smell and sound of bacon frying, with Trey’s arm draped across my back. I briefly took in the subtle features of his face: full lips, small button nose, and dark bushy eyebrows. I didn’t admire him for long before realizing that I really had to piss. I gently pushed his arm off and stumbled to the bathroom, my morning wood leading the way. As I passed, I saw Bill in the kitchen, standing over the stove in just a pair of boxers.

“Good morning Craigy,” he said as I came out of the bathroom. I was still in nothing but my underwear. Under normal circumstances I would have been mortified at wearing so little, but for some reason, I was at ease. Everyone around Bill’s cabin seemed to be in undies.

“Hey.”

“You want something to drink?”

“Coffee?” I asked. I picked up the habit very early in life. He acted surprised, but poured me a cup. I doctored it with lots of milk and sugar. 

“When will Trey wake up?”

“Shoot, that boy will sleep until noon if we let him.” I glanced at the clock. It was a little past 8:30. “We’ll wake him when breakfast is ready. We have lines to run before it gets too muggy,” he stated, casually flipping the bacon. “But hey, while it’s just the two of us, I really need to ask you something.”

“What?”

“You’re, uh, okay with what you and Trey were doing last night?” He paused, his words wafting over me like the smoky scent from the sizzling skillet. “I mean it didn’t look like you minded, but um, well…”

“It was fine,” I replied, glancing away. I liked what we did, but Bill asking about it was awkward. 

He placed his hand on my bare shoulder. “Are you sure?” 

“Honest, I didn’t mind at all. I've done stuff like that before… a couple times.”

Or a dozen.

“Whew. Glad to hear that,” he said, ruffling my hair. “I didn’t need you upset and spilling our secrets. Lucy would not approve. Do you want me to take you back to the store this morning, or later?”

“I dunno. I’m not in a hurry to go back. I like hanging out with Trey.” Now that we were on good terms, I was in zero rush to leave. In addition to wanting to be around Trey, I was dying to see the other porn magazines they both mentioned. 

 “No problem at all. You can stay as long as you want,” Bill said, grinning.

***

I had the pleasure of waking Trey by sitting on and tickling him. Bill was right, he was tough to stir. I didn’t mind that it took me a while to get him to wake up. It gave me time to admire his (comparatively) muscular frame. Once he finally stirred, he smiled, pushed me aside, and headed for the bathroom. I was pretty sure I could see a boner tenting his briefs.

After finishing breakfast, the morning became very interesting. 

“Trey, before we run the lines, I think you should earn your keep real quick,” Bill said.

Trey suddenly looked panicked. “What? Now?! With Craig here? Can’t we do it later, once he’s gone?”

“Why not? I don’t think Craig’s going to mind. Seems like he’s accustomed to these kinds of things. He might even enjoy watching.” I had no clue what they’re talking about. “Seeing you two going at it had me worked-up all night.”

“What? Why?” Bill gave Trey a look. Trey sighed heavily. “Okay, but just with my mouth. I can’t do —”

Bill cut him off. “No, no. That’s good.” Bill walked to the couch, with Trey in tow. I stood in the kitchen next to the sink, unsure of what I was supposed to do.

“Come on over Craig, I want you to see this.”

As I walked into the living room, Bill leaned back into the corner of the couch and spread his legs. As Trey knelt on the floor, I was shocked to see Bill reach into the fly of his boxers and pull out his cock and balls. I didn’t get the greatest look at his junk, but saw enough to see a large mass of black and gray hair. 

“There you are. Be a good boy and get busy. It shouldn’t take much, I don’t think.”

Without further protest, Trey dropped to his knees and started sucking on Bill’s cock! I stood six feet away, dumbfounded. I had no idea a boy and a man could do such things together.

He grunted. “Yes, that’s good. Real good,” Bill said, rubbing his head. Then he turned to me. “See Craig, Trey’s mom sends him here but doesn’t have money. So, I let him earn his keep by doing this every so often. It’s a pretty good bargain, right Trey?”

Bill slid out of his mouth. “Yes Uncle Bill,” he said, with a slight hint of sarcasm. Bill promptly pushed his head back down onto his cock. Watching Trey suck Bill’s cock made my own little dick stir. 

“Looks like you got a boner,” he said, motioning for me to come towards them. “Come here son and let Uncle Bill get a closer look.”

I nervously walked around the couch and stood in front of them. I could see Trey’s head going up and down on Bill’s dick, which was probably about 6” long and a smidge fatter than Trey’s. 

Bill pulled me closer and immediately moved his hand onto my briefs and gently rubbed my throbbing erection. 

“Hmmm,” he moaned. “Nice hard boy dick you got.”

I blushed, staring down at my small bulge.

“Don’t be embarrassed, that’s what a boy’s dick is supposed to do. Especially when a man is giving it attention,” he assured me, drawing circles up and down my slender shaft. “See, men know what a boy needs ‘because we have the same equipment.”

He delicately felt my hard-on through the cotton, pinching it from the sides to size it up and then softly massaging the head with his thumb. “Trey’s probably got one too, why don’t you check and see.”

Trey must have heard, because he got up from the floor and climbed onto the couch. He laid on his side and directed Bill’s dick back to his mouth. 

While this whole scene was completely unexpected and somewhat awkward, I was also totally engrossed. I reached for Trey’s waistband and pulled his undies down. It wasn’t soft, but it sure as hell wasn’t steeled like last night.

Bill looked at Trey’s cock and smiled. He tapped me on the hip. “Maybe you’d like to help him out a little?”

I stared at Trey working his mouth, and for some reason, assumed Bill was suggesting I help Trey with his chore. Mom always insisted it was important to be a good houseguest.

I dropped to my knees and leaned into Bill’s crotch. He was a little sweaty, and I could smell bacon grease that had splattered onto his boxers. 

I licked his balls, for the first time feeling a pubic hair in my mouth, which was not particularly pleasant. I licked the bottom of his cock while Trey swirled the top.

“Oh my, that’s not exactly what I… but, oh… never mind,” Bill moaned. “Trey, let him have a go at all of it.”

I realized by Bill’s reaction that I misinterpreted his intent, but felt like I was committed. And, if I’m being honest, part of me wanted to suck the old man.

Trey released Bill and scooted down the couch. He watched as I took the adult cock into my mouth, my first ever. 

It was thicker than Trey’s or Kory’s, but not by much. Bill’s crotch smelled stronger, undoubtedly due to his thick mat of pubic hair. But, other than a slight tang, the taste was pretty much like every other cock… and the feeling of a dick in my mouth always made me happy. I bobbed up and down and sucked gingerly, swirling my tongue. 

Bill’s hand caressed the top of my head. “Oh my! You really have done this before. Don’t stop baby!”

His compliment was all the encouragement I needed. I tried to increase my pace. I soon realized the couch was shaking. I turned just enough that I could see Trey jerking! I managed to massage my own cock against the side of the couch. 

“Oh shit Craig, I’m gonna blow,” Bill suddenly announced as he pushed my head away. I barely removed my mouth before a shot of sperm erupted into the air and landed on the outside of his boxers. More and more gushed out as he slowly stroked.

“Wow, wow, wow!” Bill exclaimed. “Nice work boys.” His cock was softening, and when he let go of the base, I was surprised to see the skin creep up and completely cover the tip. (Yes, this was the first uncircumcised cock I had seen, though I had no idea at that moment of the concept). I was confused, but didn’t think much of it at the time. I was too in shock from just having sucked a grownup’s dick!

“I’m gonna go wash up and change. You two need to get dressed so we can get down to the dock and head out.”

“I’m really sorry about that. I mean you didn’t have to, you know,” Trey said quietly, once Bill was inside the bathroom.

I wasn’t sure why Trey was apologizing. I didn’t have any problem with what happened.

I shrugged. “It’s okay, I didn’t mind. It was just weird being so hairy and stuff.”

“I know what you mean,” Trey answered. “I hope I never get that hairy.”

I laughed. “Me too, but I wouldn’t mind SOME hair one of these fucking days.”

“I kinda like you not having any,” Trey said coyly. I reached over and gave him a pretend punch in the arm. 

“Owwwwwww!” he said, acting like it hurt, grinning. 

Chapter 4

The lake was uneventful. We checked the lines, but came up empty. Other than one small catfish that we threw back, there wasn’t anything but a couple of nasty drums and a mean gar. Slicing the nose of the gar was the most excitement to be had. Bill forgot bait, so we left the hooks empty.

As we headed back, Trey and I sat at the front of the boat, watching the water stream past the bow. He kicked my calf to get my attention. 

“When we get back, do you wanna shoot BB guns in the woods?”

It was hard to communicate over the sounds of the loud outboard motor, but I gave him a thumbs up. I loved shooting. He smiled back, which made my tummy flutter.

When we pulled into the dock, Trey tied up the boat and lowered his hand to pull me up. 

“Jesus, I really gotta piss,” he announced.

I’d been holding it the last ten minutes myself. “Me too.”

“Follow me,” Trey said. “Hey Bill, we both gotta go real bad.”

There wasn’t much at this small neighborhood dock, just a small parking area by some trees. Trey took off towards the bushes and I followed right behind him.

“This is about as good as it gets,” he announced once we were behind Bill’s car. By the time I got up beside him, Trey had already flopped his dick out. “Ah, yeah…” he sighed as a torrent of pee gushed. 

“Jesus, you piss like a fire hose,” I said, fishing out my own penis. 

Trey looked over as my feeble stream arched into the bushes. Even though I’ve become much more comfortable around him, I still had a sinking feeling he was about to mock my small dick or weak piss stream. I guess when you have low self-esteem, you’re always on guard for guys to turn on you. 

But he didn’t. Instead, all he said was “much better!” as he tucked his dick away.

I really wanted to stay another night at Bill’s. Helping at the store is fun, but it paled in comparison to hanging with Trey. 

“Hey Trey,” I said, just as he began walking away.

“Yeah?”

“Um… do you think Bill would let me spend the night again?” I asked, kicking gravel. “I mean if you want me to and stuff.”

Trey smiled. “You want to? Cool. I was kind of wanting you to hang around longer too, but was afraid after this morning… well, anyway, I wasn’t sure you’d wanna.”

“I told you I didn’t care about that. I like hanging out with you.”

Truth was, I was crushing on Trey. At the time, I just didn’t realize exactly what that feeling was.

“I’ll ask, but I am pretty sure he won’t care. But, um, he might start asking you to earn your keep if you keep drinking all his beer,” he added, laughing.

If I had to suck Bill’s dick again to hang out with Trey, I would. Honestly, I didn’t even MIND doing that in the first place. “Whatever. I don’t really care.”

“You don’t care about what?” Bill came up from behind us.

“Nothing Uncle Bill,” Trey answered for me. “We were just talking, and, um… Craig wants to know if he can stay over again tonight. So, can he?”

“Fine with me, so long as Lucy doesn't mind anyway. We’ll have to okay it with her.”

“I don’t think she’ll care, Uncle Bill,” I said. I climbed into the back seat. I was really surprised, but happy, when Trey climbed in right behind me and told me to scoot over.

***

When we got back to the cabin, we were parched. Bill got us all beer (his fridge was packed with cans of Budweiser and not much else) before pulling out a phone book to look up the number to the store. Lucy was fine with it, but wanted to give Bill money.

“She says okay, but wants to give you money for food and stuff,” I relayed to Bill.

“Tell her nonsense, that I’ll think of some way for you to earn your way.” Bill smirked.

***

Trey and I spent about an hour in the woods shooting old beer cans. We also shot grasshoppers, a toad, and even nailed a few sparrows. (Lucy was a bird lover but always told me to “shoot as many of those motherfucking sparrows” as I wanted. She’d tan my hide if I ever shot a bluebird or a cardinal, though).

When we returned, we were sweaty and dirty as well as hungry and thirsty. Bill heated a can of Spanish rice and made sandwiches. That, along with a bag of chips, formed our true bachelor meal.

As we were ate, Trey spoke up. “Are you really gonna show Craig your specialcollection? He asked about it when we were hunting.”

“If he wants. You know my rule, though. You have to be squeaky clean to come anywhere close to those mags,” he said. “After you eat, shower and I’ll get them out. 

While Bill bathed, Trey and I finished stuffing ourselves and had a belching contest, fueled by the rest of our beers. 

“What’s so special about this porn, anyway?” I asked.

“You’ll see. Bill asked me not to tell on account he wants to see how you’ll react when you see it. It’s part of the fun for him.”

***

Bill came out of the shower just as Trey and I were putting our dishes in the sink. I was surprised when I turned around and saw he was naked, drying himself with a towel. 

His soft cock bobbed on top of a low hanging pair of testicles, all of which was surrounded with a mix of salt and pepper hair. 

“Shower’s all yours,” he said. “Craig, leave your clothes outside and I can wash them so you don’t stink up the place. Some of Trey’s might fit, if you want something to put on until they are dry.” He turned and casually walked towards his bedroom.

“I’ll go first, but I’ll be fast,” Trey announced as he peeled off his socks and tossed them onto his dirty clothes pile. “You can watch TV or whatever.” I would have gladly showered with him to expedite things, but wasn’t bold enough to suggest that.

Trey was completely naked, and didn’t seem to give two shits. He reminded me of the dudes in gym class who stripped confidently and kept talking while their dicks bounced for all to see. 

“Be right back,” he said. I admired his smooth, pale globes as he walked away. I’ve never appreciated them before, but damn, what a cute ass. 

I killed time watching TV, but noticed Trey’s shorts and underwear had come up short of the laundry pile. I picked them up and started to toss them, but then got curious. I made sure Bill’s door was closed before taking a closer look. I was curious what size Trey wore. 

His were 14s; mine were only 12s and some 10s that had stretched out. 

I looked at the front and saw a small pee stain. I could smell Trey’s unique scent. I have no idea what possessed me, but I pushed my nose into them. 

Immediately, the smell of Trey and his cock lingered, causing my dick to twitch. I was taken back to last night, when I had his awesome cock in my mouth. It made me wish I was sucking him again. 

I exhaled and sucked in another deep breath. My cock was at full attention. 

I tossed his clothes aside, and absentmindedly watched the tube while I massaged my boner. My mind was stuck on Trey’s gorgeous cock as I closed my eyes and reached into my shorts.

“Hey horny fucker, your turn,” Trey whispered, surprising me from behind the couch. 

“Oh shit, sorry,” I said, sitting up quickly. After last night, I’m not sure why I was flustered by being caught rubbing myself, but I was. I turned to see Trey still naked, drying his blonde hair. His pubes were still damp and stuck to his body.

“Don’t bother me none. I was still kinda horny from this morning watching you suck Bill. I almost pulled one off in the shower, but figured I’d save my load,” he explained casually, plopping on the couch. “There’s towels under the sink.” 

I was making my way to the bathroom when Trey reminded me to leave my dirty clothes so they could be washed. 

I stripped, leaving everything on the floor outside the bathroom. “There,” I said, turning quickly and pushing the door closed before he could spy my boner. 

Chapter 5

Finished, I wrapped the towel around my scrawny waist and opened the bathroom door. Trey was on the couch, naked, preoccupied with one of the Penthouses. His cock was rigid, rising over his bush and pointing to the back of the mag. 

Judging by his intense gaze — and the fact that he wasn’t turning the page — I quickly surmised he was reading a story.

“Who is the ‘horny fucker’ now?” I teased. 

He slowly raised his arms enough so he could see his own erection peering back at him, and laughed. “I guess it’s contagious.”

“Looks like someone got a head start on the adult material,” Bill commented, standing in his doorway. He’s holding a book, but still naked. “I’ve been waiting for you guys, so if you’re game, I can show Craig the special collection now.”

“Let’s go!” I was MORE than ready. I was already horny and was really curious about what was so remarkable about this porn. The things Trey already showed me were amazing and I couldn’t fathom what could be better. Yes, I was naive.

Bill entered his room, motioning for me to follow. His butt is a lot saggier (and hairier) than Trey’s, not near as nice. I turned back over my shoulder and saw Trey still on the couch, engrossed. 

“You coming or what?” I asked. I would be a lot more comfortable with Trey along.

“Yeah, yeah,” he said, getting up slowly, still reading. He joined us in Bill’s room, his hard-on poking toward me. 

Bill’s room was significantly cooler than the rest of the house. He had a small window A/C that he kept cranked. 

“I got a blanket we can throw over us,” Bill said from the bed, where he was sitting on the edge. He patted the mattress, indicating we should situate ourselves. Trey, his nose still in the Penthouse, took one side and I climbed onto the other, flanking Bill on his queen-sized bed. 

Bill pulled a large, soft blanket over the three of us. “Okay Craig, are you sure you’re ready for this? If I show you, you have to promise not to tell anyone. Do you swear?”

“Of course Uncle Bill,” I answered. It’s not like I knew many people I could talk about porn with anyway.

Bill’s headboard contained storage compartments, with front panels that slid open from side-to-side. The center chamber contained a stack of magazines, maybe 8-10” high. He pulled the top one off and sat it on the mattress in front of him. 

Trey and I looked on from each side. “I remember that one all right,” Trey said. He still had his Penthouse open.

I inspected the cover. There were two men, both somewhat muscular with big, bushy mustaches. One was leaning against a wall, shirtless, with his jeans unzipped — a jockstrap on display through the open fly. 

The other man was standing to his side with one hand on the other guy’s shoulder and cupping his friend’s nuts through his jeans. The man against the wall was rubbing the other guy’s chest through his open shirt. They were both gazing at each other with a look of wanton lust. 

I don’t remember the name of this particular periodical, but it was after a bird (which I recall thinking was kind of funny).

“These two hotties are going to get really naughty, aren’t they Trey?” Bill said.

“Yeah,” Trey answered casually, engrossed in his own porn. He must have found another good story.

Bill flipped the cover open. The guy leaning against the wall now had his jeans to his ankles and the other was kissing his cock through the jock. On the following page, the cock had been fished out the side and the man on his knees was gripping it. 

His dick looked gigantic! It was much bigger than Bill’s or any other I’d ever seen. It looked meaty and you could see the thick veins bulging. “Wow, that’s so…”

“Big, isn’t it?” Bill asked, finishing my thought. 

“Yeah!” I agreed. I don’t think mine would ever get like that. I couldn’t stop staring.

“Well, I’ve often wanted a bigger one myself. But, not being huge has its advantages,” Bill said. “Especially if you have some of my proclivities.”

I had no idea what that meant or what he was trying to say, but I didn’t care. I was still mesmerized by the glossy photo of a massive cock. I couldn’t wait to see what happened next.

I looked up to see Bill staring me up and down, licking his lips, as I studied the photo. 

“Oh, I’m ready,” I said anxiously. “I mean you can turn the page if you want.”

“You sure? I don’t want to rush you,” he replied, laughing. 

On the following page, the guy on his knees had taken the other dude’s cock into his mouth. First he was sucking just the head, but then there was a close-up showing his nose buried against the hairy bush. 

I stared in disbelief that anyone could fit a dick that big into their throat. 

I reached down and felt my boner. I couldn’t believe the difference between the massive cock and the tiny stick I was sporting.

“You think you could swallow one that big?” Trey asked.

“No fucking way. I’d choke to death.” They both laughed.

“You’d be surprised, Craig. It just takes practice,” Bill commented before turning the page. 

The men had moved onto a bed and were both now completely naked, making out. There was a big picture of them surrounded by a bunch of smaller inset shots showing various things: swapping tongues, their cocks pressed together (the yet unseen dick was a bit smaller but still BIG), along with pictures of both of their hairy asses. That didn’t do anything for me. 

“I guess these guys are gay, right?” I asked. I realized immediately it was a stupid question when Trey busted out laughing. 

“Duh!” Trey replied. Bill elbowed him.

“Yes they are, and I think they are quite proud of it,” Bill said. 

The next page was zoomed in on the smaller-dicked guy’s ass. He was on his back, legs pulled back and cheeks spread – displaying his pink butthole, surrounded by black hairs. He was pushing a finger into his own hole. 

“You ever played with your butt like that, Craig?” Bill asked.

“No, I don’t think so,” I lied. I had fingered my butt in the bath a few times, but was too afraid to admit it. 

“Well, it can actually feel quite nice,” Bill explained. “Right, Trey?”

“Right Uncle Bill,” Trey answered with disinterest. He was still rapt by his straight story and was only stealing quick glances. I would never opt for the Penthouse over this! Even with all the hair, this was WAY more interesting to me.

The next spread was the best yet. The big-dicked man had lined his meaty head up against the other guy’s greased hole. 

“Are they gonna butt fuck for real?” I asked.

“Ah, so you know about that?” Bill asked, eying me amusedly. “Are you sure you haven’t played with your butthole before?”

I looked away. “No, not really. I mean, my cousin and I tried once, but we never really got our wieners inside. It still felt good though; like warm.”

“It is,” Bill agreed. “You guys were probably too young to know the secrets of anal sex. Trey knows though, don’t ya?”

“LOTS and LOTS of Vaseline,” Trey piped in, right on cue. “And fingerin’ before.”

“Yes, lots of some kind of lube. And you can’t have tiny boy cocks, either. They just aren’t long enough yet.” Bill paused and pinched his nipples. “You ready to see these two studs fuck?”

“YES!” I practically yelled. I couldn’t wait to see more.

“Maybe later,” Bill teased, pretending to close the magazine. “Just joking.” The big cock was two-thirds buried into man ass. The look on both their faces was that of intense bliss.

I stared at that hard rod buried into his willing hole. Without even noticing, I began humping the bed, grinding my throbbing hard-on into the bedspread.

Bill reached under the covers and put a hand on my towel-clad ass. “Calm down, son: we’re just getting started. I guarantee you’ll have a nice orgasm,” he assured me. “Don’t rush it, okay?”

“Hey, me too. I wanna get off,” Trey whined. “You already got to shoot today.”

“Of course, you too Trey,” Bill agreed, patting his bare back. “We only got a couple more pages, then I’ll show you something a bit different.”

Next, he was balls deep, giving his friend a reach around. 

“A good top always takes care of his bottom.” 

Bill spoke as if he were stating some well-known fact. ‘Top’? ‘Bottom’? I didn’t get it. 

He must have seen the puzzled look on my face. “The top is the guy who does the fuckin’, and the bottom is the one getting fucked? Get it?”

It seemed simple and obvious once he explained it. I pointed at the one guy and said ‘top’ and then the other and said ‘bottom’ and looked up at Bill for reassurance that I got it right.

“Quick learner. Lucy always said you were smart,” Bill said. Then he pointed at himself and said “top,” smirking as he tapped both Trey and I on the head and said “bottoms.” 

“Hey, I could top too!” Trey insisted.

I wasn’t sure exactly what they were implying (I was young) but didn’t care. 

On the next to last page, the ‘bottom’ had shot a load all over his stomach, and he was still getting fucked!

“Whoa, that’s a lot of sperm!” I exclaimed.

“Yes, and wasted on a belly,” Bill moaned. “Tsk, tsk!”

“Huh?” I asked. I was lost.

“Here. This is a much better place for it,” Bill said before turning to the final page. On the final page, the ‘top’ was now kneeling just over the bottom’s face and was jacking his cock. The magazine ended with a picture of the bottom with a mouth full of cum and another drop of cum was dripping from the top’s cock into the bottom’s open mouth. “See? In a mouth or butt, it’s not going to waste.”

“You can eat that stuff?” I asked incredulously. The thought had never crossed my mind.

“You can and should. On a young boy like you, it will make your dick grow faster and get a lot bigger.”

“Really?” I asked excitedly. 

“Yep. Look at Trey, he was as smooth as you last summer and now he has hair, is shooting sperm, and almost as big as me.”

I thought about it for a minute. Trey HAD told me he was just like me last summer. I wonder why Bill didn’t have me eat his earlier?

Bill announced that he needed to piss. He put the gay porn back and pulled out another mag from the middle. 

“You can look at this one alone while I drain the dragon.”

The cover depicted a group of boys of various ages sitting on a beach. The name of it was ‘Naturiste’ or ‘Naturales’ or something like that.

I thumbed through the pages. It was all pictures of people at a beach. Some were swimming, others were playing volleyball or soccer, but they were all naked. The pictures tended to focus on the boys, but there were plenty of girls and women too. I couldn’t believe there were places where people just hung outside totally nude! 

I noticed all of the boy’s had penises that looked very different from mine and all the other kids at school. These all had extra skin hanging off the end. Their balls looked the same, but their dicks looked weird.

I started to ask Trey about it but he was grinding into the bed. I returned my attention to my own selection. The boys were in various stages of development. Some were like five years old with tiny wieners, some had just a little hair, and others had giant bushes. 

“What did you think?” Bill asked.

“Kinda interesting,” I responded. “But how come nobody was wearing swimsuits?”

Bill crawled back between Trey and I and patted my tummy. “Well, those pics are from a nudist resort in Europe. People go there just to be naked. It’s fairly common there, where people aren’t so damn uptight.”

“Oh man, I’d be so embarrassed. I hate changing for gym.” 

“You’d get over that. When everyone’s naked, it doesn’t seem so weird.”

“You’ve actually been to one of those places?” 

“Sure, in France. It was a lot of fun, except my ass got sunburned because I fell asleep on the beach.” 

Trey finally took interest in our conversation. “But do guys pop boners? I mean if I were around naked chicks all day, I’d be totally hard all the time.”

“Oh, it happens. Teenage boys get erections for no reason. The proper etiquette at a resort is to cover up until it goes away. Even you would get used to girls being naked, Trey.”

“Ready for one more?” Bill asked. “It’s my favorite.”

“Yes, then can we blow our loads? I’m about to bust,” Trey pleaded, rubbing his lopsided balls.

“Yes, Trey. THEN you can get off.” Trey mentioning the need to cum alerted me to the fact that my dick had softened. I was still wound up and as horny as I’ve ever been. Lying in bed, looking at men fucking, with two other naked guys, had my heart pumping.

I was curious what the next offering would be. So far the two special ones had been nothing I would have expected. I knew there was such a thing as gay people, but had no idea someone would take pictures of them doing it! And I had no idea there were places in the world where everyone hung out naked. What else could Bill possibly have that would be better?

“Craig,” Bill said, looking at me with a serious look. “If I show you this, you must promise to tell nobody about it, not ever. We could all get in big trouble for even having, much less looking, at this. Understand?”

Bill already swore me to secrecy, but he was much more serious this time. This must be something really good!

“Okay,” I said. I was now somewhat scared at what this might be, but was too curious to back out. “I’m good at keeping secrets.”

“I’m glad to hear THAT,” Bill said as he winked at me. He put the nudist magazine back and closed the panel of the headboard over to reveal a secret compartment. He reached behind a couple books and pulled out a magazine that was in a plastic cover. 

“This is my favorite photo shoot of all time. I picked this up in Holland about 10 years ago and probably looked at it a thousand times.”

I glanced at the cover, which was a picture of two boys sitting side-by-side on a wooden fence in the woods. Both had long blond hair down to their chin and were wearing shorts, t-shirts, and tennis shoes with tall socks. One looked slightly older than the other, but I’d guess they were about the same age as me and Trey.

The title was in a foreign language. I assumed this was going to be like the last magazine, with them playing in the forest naked or something (come to think of it, Trey and I could have done that earlier if it weren’t for the damn mosquitoes). 

“Okay then,” Bill said, opening it. It began with the boys standing up and making out. Their lips were pressed together and their arms wrapped around each other. They were kissing just like Trey and I had done the night before.

On the following page, they were both pushing their shorts to the ground revealing their briefs. The older boy’s were bright blue with yellow seams, the younger sported brown and white checks. They each had a small bump. 

“Do you like this so far Craig?”

“Uh-huh,” I muttered, anxious to see what was going to happen next. I reached for the page.

Bill playfully slapped my hand away. “Let me. I am VERY careful with this one.”

They were kissing again; except this time their groins were pressed together and they had removed their shirts. They each had their hands on the other’s butt. The boy in the blue undies had his hand inside the other’s briefs.

I noticed some writing in the corner of the page. I tried to read it but it was not in English.

“What does that say?” I asked, pointing at the text.

“It’s Dutch. I don’t know if I have it totally correct, but I think it says something like ‘Luuk and Tomas are showing the depth of their friendship,” Bill answered. “The one in the blue is Luuk and Tomas is the other.”

On the opposite page, Luuk and Tomas were still making out, but they had pushed their briefs down to the middle of their thighs. Their penises dangled in mid-air just an inch or two away from each other. They had the same skin on their dicks as the boys in the naturist magazine. Luuk had a few sparse hairs sprouting from the base of his cock, but Tomas was completely bare. 

“What’s wrong with their dicks?” I asked. 

Bill and Trey both started laughing. I suddenly felt small again. It’s amazing how you can feel so included one minute and then your low self-esteem makes you question everything a few seconds later.

Bill must have picked up that I was bothered by their laughing. “Oh Craig, there’s absolutely nothing wrong with their dicks. And I’m not laughing at you,” he said, ruffling my hair. “I’m laughing because that’s the exact same thing Trey asked when I first showed him this magazine.”

“Oh,” I mumbled. “But why do they have that?”

“They're not circumcised,” Bill explained. I had never heard that word before. “When you were born, you and Trey looked just like these two, but they did an operation to cut that extra skin off so it is easier to clean,” he explained. “They don’t really do that in Europe. It’s kind of an American thing. It’s a shame, too. Get up and show me your cock and I’ll show you something.”

I pushed myself up to my knees and pushed my hips out. My boner pointed up to the ceiling. Bill pointed his pinky at the dark band that went around the shaft. “See that line that goes around there? That’s actually a scar from the surgery. Trey has one too.”

“Do you have one?” I asked, lying back down.

Bill laughed. “No, no. They didn’t do that to babies way back when I was born, unless you were Jewish.” Bill got up to his knees and grabbed his cock. He pushed the skin until it formed a hood over the head and hung past the tip. “See, I have foreskin, but it’s not near as tight as those boys. When I was a kid it was, but it gets looser as you age. There was a time when I could barely get the skin down past the head. 

“But when you’re hard, it looks just like us,” I said, recalling this morning on the couch.

“Exactly!” Bill replied, patting me on the back.

I don’t know why, but I was suddenly fascinated by these cocks with the extra skin. I wanted to see more of them. “That’s really cool.”

“I wish I still had my skin,” Trey lamented. “Bill said if you have skin, your dick head is really sensitive and you have better cums.”

“Oh, I sure wish you still had it too Trey,” Bill said grinning. “You ready to see what fun Luuk and Tomas have next?”

Trey and I both nodded, though it was obvious he already knew what was to come. He had finally pushed the Penthouse aside and was now focused on the boy mag.

On the next page, they were lying side by side on a blanket in the grass with their hands behind their heads. Both had boners pointing up to their navels. Their foreskin still covered their dicks, but it no longer hung past the tip.

Both had huge smiles on their faces. The inset photos were close-up shots of their genitals. Luuk’s balls hung down in a smooth, hairless sack. Tomas’ balls were tighter to his body and kind of wrinkled. 

“I see what you mean,” I commented. “They’re both really hard and you still can’t see their dick heads!”

“Right, because they are young and it’s still tight. It will come down with a little pushing. As you will soon see,” Bill said.

“Wait,” I said. “What does that say?” There was another caption on the bottom of the page.

“Oh, something like ‘naked and free as boys were meant to be’,” Bill answered. He had all the captions translated and memorized. 

Next, Luuk had his fingers around the base of Tomas’ cock and the younger, hairless boy’s pink cockhead popped free of its cover. Luuk’s tongue was extended almost to the tip.

I stared at Tomas’ cock. It looked pinker and smoother than any dick I have ever seen. Mentally, I couldn’t help but think it would have to taste like a cherry lollipop. I actually moaned and licked my lips. 

“That-a-boy. I had a feeling you would get into this.”

“Sorry,” I said. “But something about that dick just looks really… tasty.”

“Don’t be sorry. I know what you mean,” Bill replied.

“Hey Craig, mine doesn’t taste too bad, does it? You can suck it since Tomas isn’t here, right buddy?” Trey joked. 

I shrugged. “Sure.”

“I suspect we will all have a nice cum.” Bill pointed to the writing on the opposite page, where Luuk had now taken most of Tomas’ 4” dick into his mouth. Tomas had a look of immense pleasure on his face. His head was thrown back and his mouth agape. 

“It says something like Luuk gets a taste of his friend’s special treat.”

“Lucky Luuk,” I quipped.

“Indeed,” Bill agreed as he turned the page. “Luuk doesn’t want Tomas to not get his treat,” Bill said, pointing at the caption. Luuk had straddled Tomas’ chest and pushed his cock into the boy’s mouth. Tomas had raised his head up to push his tongue under Luuk’s skin, and then he had skinned it and was licking the smooth pink head. Luuk’s dick looked to be about an inch longer than Tomas’ and a bit thicker, which made sense since he had a few pubes.

“Oh God,” I moaned. Luuk’s dick looked even more appetizing than Tomas’. I pushed my raging boner into the pillow.

“I think you like this even more than I do,” Bill said. “I like that.”

“What the fuck?” I yelled upon seeing the following image.

Tomas was on his back and Luuk had pushed his butt up and spread his cheeks and his tongue was pressed against Tomas’ pink butthole!

“I guess you’ve never been rimmed before,” Bill said. “That’s a shame. Having your asshole licked feels absolutely awesome, and so long as it’s clean, it’s not gross or anything,” he said with authority. “See look, Tomas clearly likes it. I bet you would too. I’d be happy to show you whenever you want.”

Bill was right, he still had a smile on his face. “What does this writing say?” I asked.

“Something corny like Luuk moistens his friend’s hole to get it ready for a special gift.”

On the opposite page, Tomas’s hole glistened with what appeared to be spit. Luuk was pressing the tip of his finger against the hole.

“Luuk’s gonna fuck him, isn’t he?”

“You learn fast,” Bill said. “Coming right up.”

Subsequent shots showed Luuk and Tomas in several poses of coupling. First, Luuk’s pink head was pressed against his friend’s hole, Then Luuk’s cock was fully inside, with Luuk pushing Tomas’ legs back and laying on them as they fucked. 

“It says something like Tomas has waited all week to have the familiar feel of his best friend’s cock inside him.”

“Holy shit,” I said. I was in total awe.

“They are almost finished,” Bill said. I noticed that he had rolled to his side and was jerking himself. I had no idea how long he had been doing it. 

Next up, Luuk still had his entire cock buried in Tomas — who had been jerking and there were two small drops of clear juice deposited just below his belly button. 

“That’s what my jizz looked like when I first started having stuff come out,” Trey said.

I had no idea I might start making stuff before I got pubes, but Tomas clearly did. This gave me an unexpected thrill.

“Yes. Fresh boy cum is the best, it’s so sweet,” Bill said salaciously. “I’m sorry I missed that phase with Trey.”

Bill flipped. It was a full two-page spread of Luuk gripping his erection. He had shot his cum all over Tomas’ balls and cock which had softened and shrunk back into his foreskin. Luuk’s spunk wasn’t as thick or white like Bill’s, Trey’s, or the men from earlier. There was a close-up of Luuk’s cock with a thick stream of cloudy semen dripping from his bunched foreskin. 

It made my jaw drop.

Bill was jerking his cock faster and faster, causing the bed to shake.

“Seeing these boys spunk never fails to get me off,” he said. “Craig, turn the page. Carefully.”

The final page was a bit odd. Both boys were standing side by side, taking a piss. The interesting thing to me was just seeing their urine flow out through their long foreskins. I would have thought it would splatter all over, but it didn’t.

My lifelong fascination with uncut cock officially began. 

I studied it for several seconds before Bill closed the magazine. The back cover was a picture of the two blondes, clothed again, walking down a trail holding hands. 

“Can I suck your dick, Craig?” Bill asked suddenly. “I mean it’s only fair. From earlier? Lay up on the pillows.”

I pulled myself to the head of the bed. My cock was so hard it was aching. I’d never wanted to get off this bad in my entire life! 

It dawned on me that Bill might be expecting me to sperm. He was sure into ‘fresh boy cum’ and I don’t want him to be disappointed.

“Um, yeah,” I stuttered. “But I can’t shoot anything yet.”

“Bless your heart,” Bill said, giving my leg a squeeze. “I’ll still enjoy it, don’t worry.”

Bill leaned in and slowly lapped at my balls, before tracing his tongue all over my cock. 

“Oh God, oh God,” I moaned, my eyes rolling to the back of my head. I closed them and focused on the amazing feeling of Bill’s mouth on me. Trey’s mouth felt great. Bill was twice as good.

My concentration was broken by Trey climbing across my chest. I opened my eyes and saw his erection inches in front of my face. 

I looked up at him, puzzled. “What the hell are you doing?” 

“Please Craig,” Trey said softly in the sincerest tone I’d heard out of him. “Please suck it? You’re so good at it.”

I couldn’t say no, nor did I want to. For one thing, I genuinely enjoy cocksucking, and the feeling of bare boy ass against my chest was causing my heart to race. Him telling me I was good at it was icing on the cake. 

I opened my mouth and greedily accepted his offering. 

I was immediately rewarded with a huge squirt of sweet pre-cum. I swirled my tongue around a few times before Trey started pumping his cock in and out. Meanwhile, Bill bobbed up and down on me. I could feel a strong tingle forming deep within my groin.

Then Trey started yelling. “Oh fuck, oh fuck, holy shit yes!”

Bill pulled off. “Trey’s about to shoot his load. Be a good friend and swallow all his juice, just like in the magazines. Remember, cum should never be wasted.”

I don’t know if I could have avoided Trey’s load if I wanted to. I was lying back against the pillows and he was atop me, pumping with his full body weight. He thrust a few more times, accompanied by additional obscenities, and then I felt it. A warm rush of fluid hit the back of my tongue. I swallowed quickly, just as a second jet hit the back of my throat. I kept sucking and swallowing as Trey’s gyrating slowed. 

I became aware that Bill was offering encouragement. “Just keep swallowing little man. That’s it, take it all.” I kept sucking and swallowing that until Trey went silent and collapsed next to me. “Excellent! You’re such a good boy.”

Both Trey and I were gasping.

I looked down to see Bill engulf my cock and balls, which felt incredible.

“Start pumping,” he instructed as he shifted back to sucking my cocklet. I started thrusting my hips, pushing my stiff rod in and out of his eager mouth. 

He reached his hand up and tickled the area just below my nuts, and when he did that, the shockwaves of an electric orgasm burst through my whole body.

I whimpered in delight and shivered. Suddenly, my cock became too sensitive to be touched. I pulled my hips all the way down until my dick escaped. 

Bill looked up at me, pleased as could be. 

I smiled back. That was mind blowing.

­Chapter 6

We hung around the house and watched TV until my clothes were dry. It took a while because Trey washed a bunch of his with mine. It should have felt strange watching Gilligan’s Island while lounging naked on the couch, but it didn’t.

Like any other 12-year-old boy back then, I’d seen every episode of Gilligan 20 times, so I wasn’t focused on the show. Instead, I obsessed over the sexy magazines, especially the one with Luuk and Tomas. That was so fucking hot. What else could possibly be in Bill’s special stash?!

Once the laundry finished, I dressed (which to be honest, felt weird) and we headed into civilization.

Bill wanted company as it was almost an hour into the closest real town. He needed to pick up a prescription and stop at the hardware store. He promised us GOOD pizza if we tolerated running errands. 

I was quiet on the ride into town, my head still swimming in gay porn. Several times Bill or Trey said something and I didn’t hear them the first time. 

When we finally arrived at the pharmacy, Bill dispatched Trey to scope out the candy aisle before putting his hand on my shoulder.

“Hey, are you okay?” he began, biting his fingernails. “You’re not upset about what we did earlier?”

I looked at him funny. “Nope, why?”

“You’re mighty quiet. Like something is bothering you, or something is on your mind.”

“Well, something is on my mind,” I said, laughing. I leaned in to whisper: “I just can’t stop thinking about those magazines and the stuff they were doing. They were really cool, especially the one with the boys.”

He smirked. “Oh. So you liked them?”

“God yes! I want to see what else you have.”

Bill laughed. “Whew, you really are okay then. You’ve seen the best ones, but if you’re good, I’ll let you see the rest. C’mon.”

***

I managed to keep my mind off sex while we criss-crossed town. By the time we stopped at the bait shack and drove back, it was almost dark. I was thirsty and craving beer. A little over 24 hours at Bill’s and I was already turning into a lush.

Trey got us each a cold one and we vegged on the couch. It was hot inside the house, so we both quickly lost our shirts, and I decided to remove my cutoffs too. It suddenly seemed quite normal to lounge around in my skivvies. Trey followed suit. 

“What you wanna do?”

“Let’s play a game,” Trey suggested. “Bill has a few in his closet. I don’t care what, but NOT fucking Monopoly.”

We ended up opting for checkers, because it was simple and we could watch TV while we played.

Bill grabbed his book and excused himself for his nightly soak. Once the bathroom door was shut, Trey looked at me. 

“You know Bill wants to fuck you, right?”

I cocked my head. “How do you know that?”

“Trust me, I know. So if you don’t wanna do it, you have to tell him no. And think twice about coming back unless you’re willing.”

“Okay.” I wasn’t sure why Trey was telling me this. “It didn’t look so bad in those porno mags. I mean, Tomas seemed really happy when Luuk was doing it to him.”

“Yeah, well, the first time or two hurts like a mother fucker. It becomes tolerable after that. At least it did for me.”

“So… Bill does that to you?” I asked, putting two and two together. It was hard to imagine a boy as strong as Trey getting bent over… unless he enjoyed it. Honestly, in a fight, he’d whoop Bill.

“Damn Craig, for a smart kid you’re sure slow sometimes. Of course he fucks me, duh! Earning my keep and all that?” He shook his head at my naïveté. “I actually prefer when he fucks me. I don’t like hair in my mouth and I hate the taste of sperm. Now that I’m used to it, it’s easier just to bend over.”

“I thought your jizz tasted kinda good!”

“Really?” Trey smiled. “Thanks. I could probably manage to serve you up some more before bed if you’re still hungry.” Trey reached over and tried to tickle me, and soon we were rolling around on his mattress in our underwear in a full-scale tickle fight. 

Finally, after we settled down and stopped laughing, a question popped into my head. “So, does Bill ever let you fuck him?”

“God no. Bill only does toppin’. I’ve never done that with anyone.”

I was silent for a moment. “I’d let you try it with me, if you want.”

His face lit up. “Really? No shit, you’d let me?”

I shrugged. “Why not? I mean as long as you promise to stop if it hurts.”

“I would, sure. Are you serious about this?”

I nodded. “But there’s one thing,” I began shyly, avoiding eye contact. “Would you make out with me first? Like last night?”

Trey leaned over and kissed me on the cheek. “Of course, but let’s wait until Bill goes to bed. I want it to just be us.”

***

By the time Bill emerged from his bath, Trey and I were bedded down on his mattress. We were still glued to the tube, but Trey suggested we throw a blanket over us so Bill would assume we were ready to crash.

“Good night boys. Thanks for a really fun day,” was all he said before heading to his room and shutting the door.

“Give him a few minutes to get to sleep and we can get started,” Trey whispered, rubbing a hand over my bare back. After a few strokes, he continued lower, gently caressing my butt cheeks.

“That feels nice,” I said. Trey continued to rub my back (and butt) for several more minutes. 

I had actually started getting nervous about Trey fucking me. I remembered how one finger felt, and his dick was thicker than a finger. But I wouldn’t be an ‘Indian giver’ with Trey, I just wouldn’t.

I massaged Trey’s back next, scratching him all over, which he loved. He told me many times how relaxed it made him feel. 

“Doesn’t anyone scratch your back like this?” I asked. My mother, though generally short on affection, could always be counted on for a good back scratch. 

“Nope,” he said.

“Damn. That sucks,” I said quietly as I drew a frown on his back with my finger.

“Was that a sad face?” he asked.

I giggled. “Yes. And what’s this?” 

I drew a picture of boy parts. He asked me to draw it two more times, but still couldn’t get it.

“It’s your awesome dick and balls,” I said, giving him a playful shove.

“You really do like my dick, don’t you?” he asked. “Like for real?”

I paused for a moment. “Yes.”

“That’s good, considering you're about to get a Trey injection,” he said, poking me in the side. 

He rolled on top of me, pinning me down, as he pressed his face to mine. We began kissing passionately. 

I loved the feel of his muscular chest pressed against my bony ribs, but not as much as I liked the taste of his tongue in my mouth. I rubbed the side of his face as we made out. I slipped down and kissed his neck, something I’d seen in movies. 

“Oh fuck,” he moaned. I guess it felt good.

He dove into my neck next, kissing it all over. He was right: it did feel amazing. 

I pulled him tighter and my hands ran up and down his back and eventually slid one hand under the waistband of his briefs. I got a big handful of ass and kneaded it. He sat up, and aggressively stripped my underwear. Naturally, I was completely boned. He leaned over and teasingly sucked me.

“Should we wait longer, to make sure Bill’s asleep?” I asked.

“Nah, he’s out fast. Plus he won’t hear anything with the A/C running next to his head,” he said, pinching my tiny nipples. “Besides, you got me so fucking horny now I couldn’t stop if I wanted to.”

I reached over and tugged at his underwear. He stood and pulled them off, proudly displaying his five inches, which was standing straight up. 

“Your dick is perfect,” I croaked.

He knelt and I eagerly took it into my mouth. I slurped on his now-familiar cock head, which caused Trey to moan.

I honestly didn’t mind sucking Bill, but after enjoying Trey’s dick for the second time, I realized that I much preferred having his stiffie in my mouth. There isn’t nearly as much hair and it has a milder taste. I would suck him every day if I could.

“Are you ready?” he asked, hesitantly. He must have expected me to chicken out.

I nodded, despite some nerves. “Yes. How should we do it? Like the boys or like the hairy men?”

“I’ll do it how Bill did it to me the first time. He said it was the best way for a virgin to take their first dick.” Trey grabbed his pillow and folded it in half. “Here, put this under your butt,” he instructed, pushing up on my legs. I pulled my legs back and Trey slipped it under me. I let my feet come back to the floor. It felt weird with my butt on display, perched in the air.

He reached under the couch. “This is the stuff Bill uses when he does me,” he said, holding up a tube. He took off the cap and squirted some onto my hole. It felt cold. 

I used my finger to spread the slick goo all around the opening, then pushed in. I was amazed how easily and how far my finger slid in. I gasped. As I was fingering myself, Trey smeared more of the stuff all over his dick. 

“Once you get one in and it doesn’t hurt, add another. Bill says once three fingers feel okay, you're ready to get dicked.”

I tried pushing in a second, but met resistance and a little pain. 

“Here, let me add some more gunk,” Trey suggested. I pushed two fingers in easily and this time, it didn’t hurt. 

“There, just hold them there for a few seconds until your butt gets used to it.” After several seconds, I relaxed. “Now, in and out a few times.”

I did as instructed, and it actually started to feel pleasant. 

“Add a third finger and see if it’s okay,” he commanded. I added another digit and forced open my virgin sphincter. 

A quick, sharp pain shot through me, but quickly subsided. I held still for a moment, before pushing deeper. I eventually got them past my second knuckle. 

“Cool, I think you’re ready.” Trey put his hand just below my knees and pushed my legs back to spread them. 

“Pull your cheeks open,” he instructed. “And when I start to put it in, push out a little like you’re trying to poop.” He sounded like a pro. I loved taking instruction from him. He’s so sexy and confident.

I felt the warmth of Trey’s cockhead nestled against my pucker. It brought back memories of when my cousin and I tried to do this when we were 11, but only managed to stick our dicks into each other’s cracks. The warmth felt great… I only hoped it would feel as good inside. 

Trey started pushing. He was trying to go slow but once the head was inside, it felt like half his dick plunged forward.

“Oh shit,” I said as I accommodated cock for the first time.

“You okay?” he asked, concerned. “I sure hope so, because I have to tell you, this feels fucking amazing. It’s no wonder Bill says boy ass is better than quaaludes!”

“I’m fine,” I said. “It just went in kinda fast and I wasn’t expecting it.” He pulled his cock out a tiny bit and inched deeper, but managed to go slowly this time. Soon, his smooth balls were resting against my butt.

He leaned over my folded legs and kissed me on the chin. “You did it Craig. My entire dick is in you and it’s so fucking tight and hot. I totally get why Bill likes this so much.” 

I smiled. There was something odd about the sensations of Trey inside of me. It was slightly uncomfortable, but felt good at the same time. What I knew for sure was that the emotional feeling — of being connected with Trey — was rad. 

“It feels good, in a weird sort of way,” I said, draping my arms around his neck. “Now fuck me like Luuk! Just not too fast, okay?”

Trey laughed and began to slowly thrust his hips, stretching me like I had never been before. He was slowly withdrawing, until only the head was left, then gently pressed forward until he was buried to the root, balls against my butt with his bush tickling.

He watched intently as he did this several times. How I wished to watch him work me over. It had to be just as hot, if not hotter, than the pictures from earlier.

He started picking up the pace. He let my left leg drop and suddenly started hitting a new spot which resulted in an incredible new feeling.

“Holy shit,” I moaned, grasping for my erection. “That feels really fucking good!” 

Trey started thrusting faster. He was in and out quickly now, breathing heavily. On one of his retractions, he went too far and his cock slipped out and slid down my crack. No!

“Shit!” he exclaimed as he manically lined back up and gained reentry. The feeling of his breeching my ass anew was fantastic. I was stroking myself at a feverish pace.

He was soon back to humping frantically and was once again hitting that magic button. I was pumping my cock madly when my orgasm struck. 

“Ahhr myy godddd,” I groaned as my body shook. I think my eyes rolled to the back of my head. 

I pulled my hand away and noticed a drop of clear liquid on my hand. Did that come from me? Instinctively, I licked it. As I was doing so, Trey announced his own impending climax. 

“Oh fuuuuuuucckkk,” he exclaimed as his body froze. I could feel his cock twitching as it delivered its cargo into my bowels. He thrust his hips twice more as his climax peaked. 

Trey was breathing hard and was sweating. He let my legs down and rolled onto the mattress beside me. His cock was still hard and glistening.

Neither of us spoke for at least a minute, until I finally broke the silence. 

“That was like ten times better than I would have ever expected.”

“No shit! I can’t believe how tight and hot and wet your ass is, man. It felt like something warm was gripping my entire cock and squeezing it.”

I couldn’t help but feel proud that my body had done something so cool. I’d finally found something I was good at outside of school. 

“Did it hurt?” he asked, rubbing my tummy.

“Nah, not really. It felt kinda weird at first, but no big deal,” I replied. “Does it hurt when Bill does it to you?”

“Not anymore,” Trey answered. “The first couple times it did some, but that was last summer. I was as small as you are now and Bill’s cock is bigger than mine. That’s probably why it didn’t hurt as much.” He started to get up. “We should clean up before crashing.”

I followed him into the bathroom. “Grab some toilet paper and wipe the lube off,” he advised. Damn, my crack is wet! I wasn’t sure if it was Trey’s sperm or the Vaseline. 

Trey took a wash cloth from under the sink and soaped it up. He used it to wipe his dick and balls before stepping up to the toilet and peeing. 

“I always like to piss after I shoot,” he said. “Otherwise it oozes out and gets all over.”

I sidled up next to Trey and emptied my bladder. 

We stopped by the fridge and grabbed a cold Budweiser to share before arranging ourselves back on the mattress. 

Chapter 7

The phone woke me the next morning. As I cleared my head, I heard Bill talking.

“Of course, of course, I understand Lucy. I’ll get him up and moving. Bye now.”

I sat up and rubbed the sleep from my eyes. Trey was sound asleep and snoring. Bill motioned me to the kitchen. 

“That was Lucy. A pipe in the trailer sprung a leak. She wants me to get you back so you can man the register while she helps Ben clean up.”

Their house was a few miles from the store, but there was an old mobile home out back that served as an office and storage.

“Okay,” I replied. I wasn’t excited at being rushed, but understood. I thought it was neat Lucy trusted me to run things alone. My clothes were still on the back of the couch, so I quickly slipped them on. I started to wake up Trey to tell him bye, but Bill stopped me. 

“Let him sleep. We’ll be by before too long. I need to restock my beer supply,” he said. “Trey has five more days here.”

“Okay.” I shrugged, disappointed by having to leave so suddenly. After letting Trey fuck me, I felt so close to him. We’d spent all night cuddling and now I’m supposed to leave without so much as a goodbye? 

“I leave in six days I think,” I added. Thinking of leaving was making me sad.

Bill was quiet on the drive. When we were getting out of the car, he told me I was welcome back anytime. “I like you hanging around.”

Bill and Lucy spoke hurriedly. He made sure to tell her that I was a perfect guest and a great help. “You got a good one there.” 

She gave me a hug and brief instructions. I watched TV and rang up the few customers who trickled in. (It was NOT busy on weekdays, just a few locals). 

I was still reliving the prior day. The porn, sucking my first man, swallowing Trey’s sperm, more porn, losing my virginity. Much of the time, my hand was in my pants rubbing myself as I daydreamed. I locked myself in the bathroom and jerked off a couple times, hoping to see myself leak again, but unfortunately, my orgasms were the same dry ones I’d had since I was little. 

Thursday passed and so did Friday. I was very bored. Pinball didn’t quite compare to looking at hardcore pornography or getting ravaged by Trey. I hoped they would show up the second night, but they didn’t. 

Saturday, I thought about calling over to Bill’s. Except, I couldn’t figure out what I would say. What I really wanted was to be there again, sleeping next to him, feeling his body pressed against mine and inhaling his scent.

By that night, I was getting downright depressed and didn’t know what to do. I knew Trey was supposed to leave soon and my time was running out.

Finally, late the next morning, Bill stopped by. I jumped up from the chair when I saw him walk past the window. I eagerly ran to look for Trey. 

“Is Trey with you?” I asked the second he opened the door.

Melancholy crept across his face.

“Craig, I’m sorry, but he left this morning. His mom came a couple days early because her work schedule changed. I thought they were going to drop in on their way out.” Bill placed his hand on my shoulder. “I'm so sorry I didn’t let you wake him up when you wanted.”

I was crushed. I shook my head no. I could feel my eyes starting to well with tears. I couldn’t believe he left and didn’t stop to say goodbye! 

I turned so that Bill wouldn’t see I was upset, but he must have figured it out. He put his arm around me. 

“I’m really sorry, little man. I know you guys hit it off really well,” he said softly. “It’s probably his mom’s fault. She can be weird sometimes. Trey talked nonstop about how much he liked having you over.”

“Really?” I sniffled, slowly gaining control.

“Really,” he said reassuringly. “Hey listen, maybe we can arrange for you guys to be here at the same time next summer.”

“Okay,” I muttered. I heard the back door open and Lucy’s telltale whistling.

“Morning Bill. What’s good?” she asked.

“Ah, I was just breaking the news that Trey had to leave for home early. I don’t think Craig was too happy.”

“I see,” she said. “Perhaps next year you guys can coordinate your visits. That is, if you want to stay with us old farts again.”

I nodded and turned my attention to a word search I’d started earlier.

As Bill was about to pay, he turned. 

“Hey Lucy, would you mind if I borrowed Craig for the afternoon? I could sure use some help cleaning up the boat. If Craig wouldn’t mind, I mean,” he said, glancing in my direction. “I’d be sure to pay him a few dollars.”

“Sure, things here are under control. It’s up to him though.”

“That’s okay,” I mumbled. Being back around Bill only made me miss Trey more. “I think I’ll just stay here.”

“Suit yourself buddy,” Bill replied as he finished paying. 

As he walked out, I thought of his magazine collection and how much I wanted to see the others.

“Wait!” I yelled as I launched off the chair and out the door. Bill was starting his car as I ran up to his open window. 

“I changed my mind,” I said, huffing from my sprint. “I mean… ummm, do you think I could maybe look at your magazines and stuff, after we do the boat?”

Bill smiled widely. “Of course.”

Chapter 8

As we started down the highway, Bill reached over and rubbed my bare thigh. “I should probably confess something. I never actually planned to clean the boat today.”

“You didn’t? But, then—”

He sighed. “It’s already too quiet since Trey left, and I figured you could liven up my afternoon.” He paused, poking my knobby knee. “Annnnnnnd I thought you might enjoy looking at the mags.”

As he spoke, he caressed my thigh. I didn’t mind, it actually felt nice. I started getting a stiffie.

Bill’s hand moved to my crotch. He gave my junk a soft squeeze. “How about him? I bet he really likes my collection, huh?”

“Yes,” I answered with a laugh as I pushed his hand away. That was more on reflex than any actual objection. I wasn’t angry that he touched me there; I was more embarrassed to be boned. 

As we drove, I remembered Trey saying Bill wants to fuck me. As much as I enjoyed Trey’s cock up my butt, I wasn’t sure how I’d feel about Bill’s grownup dick pumping in and out of me. 

As we started down the gravel road, I decided to ask if that’s why he invited me over. 

“Bill?”

“Yeah buddy?”

I chickened out. “Never mind,” I said, looking away. 

As we drove the rest of the way, the silent debate in my head continued. 

Was I excited about the prospect of getting fucked by Bill, or frightened? It felt so good when Trey did it, and I want to experience that again. But, I was also afraid Bill would be bigger and it might hurt.

More importantly, Bill was NOT Trey.

When we arrived, Trey’s mattress was still on the floor. That stung.

“Sorry, I haven’t gotten around to picking up yet,” Bill explained. 

I made myself comfortable. I could still smell Trey’s scent, which brought me back to a few nights before when he took my cherry. Just thinking about it was making me hard.

“You ready?” Bill asked, shaking me from my daydream. 

“To look at the good stuff?” I asked.

“If you’re still up to it. Would you rather look at them alone or together, like last time?”

I thought. I don’t want to hurt his feelings, but he did ask. “Can I look at them by myself this time? I don’t think I’ll have so many questions.”

While Bill went to retrieve the magazines, I thought again about what he’d want to do. I decided that I needed to know before I started looking at the porn and got to the point of being so horny that I wouldn’t be able to resist. That is, if I even WANTED to. 

Bill came back into the room with a stack of mags and a paperback book. I suddenly mustered balls far bigger than my own.

“Bill, did you bring me here so you could fuck me or something?”

“What? Me?” he answered sarcastically, grinning and pointing a finger at himself. “Nah… okay, well, maybe. I admit it does give me quite a thrill to get deep into a young boy. There’s something exciting about knowing it’s his first time, and you have a very cute caboose.” He patted my rear. “But, I’d only do that if you wanted to.”

“I’ve been fucked already,” I said flatly.

He laughed. “I know, you told me about you and your cousin putting your tiny wieners in each other’s cracks. But it only counts if it actually goes IN.”

“Bill,” I said, looking him in the eye. “Trey fucked me the last night I was here.”

“That son of a bitch!” Bill exclaimed before going silent for a few seconds. He looked shocked, but then smirked. “So… did you like it?”

I averted my eyes. It’s embarrassing to admit, but it was the best feeling of my life.

“Yeah, I did. I was kinda surprised how good it felt. It made a drop of stuff come out for the first time even.”

“Nice. So, um, did Trey enjoy topping?”

“For sure,” I answered. “You should have seen the look on his face when he spermed.”

Bill scratched his chin. “Interesting.... that kinda explains him acting weird the last couple days. I bet he’s freaking out wondering if he might be gay. You’re not worried about that, are you?”

I shrugged. “I dunno. Not really? I just wish Trey was still here. He was my friend,” I answered, my voice cracking. 

“Would you do it again if he were?”

“Hell yes!” I answered. “I’d do anything he wanted. I wasn’t sure about him at first, but he’s the coolest dude I've ever been friends with.”

Bill came closer and put an arm around me. “You fell hard for him, didn’t you? I can’t believe I didn’t see it before.”

I sighed. “Yeah. I mean nobody like him is ever nice to me at school.”

“That’s really sweet,” he began, grabbing the paperback. “I tell you what. I’m going to take this book and go read in my room.” 

I glanced at the cover. It had a drawing of a man with an oversized penis rubbing it on the ass of a young boy. “What is THAT?”

“Ah, this is some erotic fiction I picked up in New York. I just started it. It’s about a police detective who goes undercover to infiltrate a group of chicken hawks to find a missing boy. He has to—”

“What’s a ‘chicken… hawk’?”

He grinned. “Ah, it’s a slang term for men who like to have sex with boys, like me. So anyway, he finds the missing boy but fucks a bunch of others along the way. It’s a really hot story. You can read some of it if you want, after you look through those.”

Bill knelt and sorted the magazines into three stacks. 

“These are your gay porn mags and a couple Playgirls with naked dudes,” he said, “like the one you looked at last time. These are the nudist magazines of just people hanging out naked, but behaving themselves,” he said pointing to the middle stack. “And this,” he said, tapping the last stack. “Has Luuk and Tomas and another magazine like that one. I suspect you’ll be most interested in those. But, you might save it for last. You know… kinda build your way up to the best stuff.”

I nodded. Sex is a little overwhelming, but in the best possible way. 

“Make yourself comfortable,” he said. “Take off your clothes if you want. I’m sure you’re gonna want to play with yourself. Lord knows this book will have me doing the same thing.”

***

Bill partially shut his door and I heard him drop into his recliner and extend the footrest. I thought it was cool that Bill trusted me to look at his collection alone. I washed my hands (Bill would appreciate that) and grabbed a Bud from the fridge. 

I decided to start with the nudists. I flipped through the one I looked at last time before quickly moving onto the other two. There wasn’t anything terribly interesting in either, but I did stare at all the naked men and boys, taking time to study their penises. I was fascinated by the extra skin, and thankfully all of the boys had that. It was interesting to me how some had balls that hung way low and others were tight against their bodies.

I even noticed some of the naked teenage girls, trying to figure out why pussies get most guys so excited. It looked like nothing to me. What’s exciting about a slit and a hole compared to a cock which could be long, short, skinny, fat, etc.? There was no doubt the boys held much more interest for me.

Next, I moved on to the gay man porn, but not before I pushed my shorts off so I could have better access to my stiff three inches. I spent a lot more time savoring these, and not just because it was the tallest stack. 

The Playgirls were thumbed through quickly, as there weren’t that many pictures to look at, though the men were really great looking with muscular bodies. Of course, I spent most of the time examining their thick, manly cocks. I noticed all the men were like me and had no skin. Of course, they had a lot more hair — which didn’t take much since I had none!

By the time I was into the second gay mag, I had pushed my underwear down to my knees and was rubbing myself. Most of these issues were pretty thin, just a few pages each. But some of the stuff caused my eyes to bulge out and my dick to throb. 

Pictures of huge dicks stuffed into the ass of other men made me jerk the hardest. There was something about the improbability of something that large fitting into something so tight that made my heart race. 

In one, there was a black man who I swear had a dick at least a foot long. That mystified me. How could anyone be that damn big?

The other thing that enamored me were the photos of the men shooting their loads. It was especially arousing to see cum running from a man’s ass or covering a guy’s face. A couple even showed them devouring the jizz.

By the time I got back to the magazine with Luuk and Tomas, I was at peak horniness. I realized if I didn’t stop stroking I was going to go over the edge and I didn’t want to do that until I had seen them all.

I slowly revisited the tale of Luuk and Tomas, studying each picture carefully. To me, they appeared to be two boys who very genuinely liked each other. It reminded me of Trey and I.

Trey was Luuk, the bigger boy with hair, and I was Tomas, the younger boy who loved sucking his older friend's dick and enthusiastically taking it up his bum.

When I finally got to the part where they fuck, I really wished Trey were here to do the same to me. 

I retrieved the tube of lube from under the couch (it was still there!) and began fingering myself, wishing Trey was here to really stretch me.

Eventually, I moved onto the final magazine. It was titled ‘Daddy’s Love’ and the black and white cover was a grown man in bed with two boys who appeared to be about 13 and 10, all naked.

The dad had his arm around each boy, smiling, and the boys each had a hand on the man’s chest. The man had a hairy cock as well with a trail of fur that went all the way up his taut torso. The older boy had a narrow bush above his dick. The younger boy was completely smooth.

The boys definitely looked related; both had darker hair and similar features. Everyone was circumcised. In fact, you could even see their pronounced scars in the photo. It’s funny, once Bill taught me about those, I can’t help but notice them.

I don’t know if the man was really their father or not. Neither looked like him. 

Judging from their haircuts, this edition was vintage. They all had short hair, which was NOT the style of the time. They looked like something from a Leave it to Beaver episode.

The action on the subsequent pages progressed quickly. First, they were stroking each other. The dad’s dick was pretty big, at least slightly bigger than most of the guys in the gay mags. He had a huge mushroom-shaped head. The teen boy had a skinny one, but it seemed long for his slender frame. The younger boy’s prick reminded me of my own.

The next photo set showed both boys licking their father’s cock while he was groping each of their boners. The man’s erection jutted upwards between their faces. It seemed huge. 

The teen was on his back with his brother sitting above his face. The teen was tonguing his little bro’s hole while the dad was doing the same to him, pushing his feet up towards his brother’s head to gain access. 

Bill had explained rimming to me, but I didn’t realize it was common. But here it was again! I definitely preferred the smooth buttholes of the boys versus the hairy men. 

By the next page, the father’s cock was already deep into the older boy. The teen had rolled onto his hands and knees and his little brother was helping spread his cheeks wide and watching as daddy fucked his brother. There were a couple photos of the dad fucking the teen as the younger boy fondled his brother from below.

The action changed totally after that. The youngest boy was now on his back and his brother had his hard dick pressed against his boy pussy, ready to push it inside. The dad was holding his dick, pressing it onto the younger boy’s tongue. 

Based on his facial expression, big bro was unloading completely inside the boy. That was confirmed by the close up on the next page, which depicted the fifth grader leaking his brother’s jizz. 

He wasn’t done being used, though. Stretched out and lubed, dad soon sodomized the little guy while the brother’s softening cock filled his mouth. It was such a hot scene! A huge adult dick buried into that tiny hole! I started masturbating harder and harder.

When I got to the final photo — which depicted the man covering the small boy's soft penis with a layer of goo — I was sure I was about to rub the skin off my dick. 

“That one’s pretty damn hot, isn’t it?” I was so engrossed in the magazine that I hadn’t noticed Bill behind me. “I finished my book too.”

I rolled to my side and looked up at Bill. He had shed his clothes and was slowly stroking himself.

I wasn’t sure what to say.

“Oh yeah. So um, did the detective find the missing boy?” 

Bill joined me on the mattress. “Oh yeah, he found him all right. The boy was so thankful he went home with Detective Jones and, to show his appreciation, he let the man fuck him several times with his 8” hose.”

“Nice,” I mumbled, still fully engrossed by the glossy pages before me.

Bill laughed a little. “Looks like you could use some relief,” he said, grabbing my hip so that I rolled onto my back. 

“Yeah,” I mumbled. Before I knew it, his mouth was on my cock, making it twitch with pleasure. I had rubbed it pretty raw, and his saliva felt great. He didn’t stay long though, quickly moving down to nibble on my hairless balls.

I closed my eyes as he bathed each with his skilled tongue. I wonder how many guys he’s had sex with? And, does he just do it with boys, or other men too?

Then came something I wasn’t expecting. He let his tongue continue down to my taint (which tickled), but also felt fantastic. Before I could register what was happening, he had pushed up my legs and was lapping at my butthole with abandon.

“Fuckin’ a son, your boy pussy is incredible,” he announced, slapping my cheeks which sent a jolt through my entire body. I moaned like a bitch in heat. “I could eat you out all day. I forgot how fresh 12-year-old bottom tastes.”

I couldn’t believe how amazing it felt to have my asshole licked! It was like nothing I’d ever felt. On instinct, I pushed back into him. He pointed his tongue and began stabbing inside. I could feel it loosening with each push.

Soon, his finger joined his tongue, probing me. It quickly found its way inside. 

“Oh fuck. Fuuuck me,” I moaned.

“Such a nice, tight pussy. How about it, buddy? Gonna show your appreciation like the boy in my story and let me fill you up with daddy cock? Hmmm? Make you leak again maybe.” He slapped my butt again, which felt way better than when Mom spanked me. “You want it, don’t you sexy boy?”

“Yessssss!” I grunted. I was so horny right then I would have agreed to anything.

“I knew you were a good kid,” Bill said as he continued to loosen me with his oily finger. Bill smeared lube all around my ass. A second was added, and soon a third. As Bill stretched me, I closed my eyes and imagined it was Trey instead. It wasn’t that I didn’t like Bill, I just wished it was Trey.

He pushed my legs up further and I opened my eyes to see his erection, waving in the air, pulsing and ready to split me open. 

Its presence between my cheeks felt nice, comforting almost. I bit my lower lip as he pushed the tip down and leaned into me, popping inside. He was thicker than Trey and made me wince.

“You okay?” he asked, pausing. I nodded. He pushed more and I inhaled sharply. “Relax and remember to push out. You’ll be fine, just let yourself get used to it. I have a pretty small dick for a grown man.”

While Bill held himself in place, he skillfully molested my aching meat. He had some lube on his fingers and it felt exhilarating. Why didn’t I think of using some before? I closed my eyes and began to moan.

Bill started rocking back and forth, slowly working himself all the way inside. He slammed against that magic button that Trey introduced me to, and I felt my cock twitch uncontrollably. 

“Oh shit, I’m gonna blow!” I yelled. Bill started thrusting and jerking me faster. My vocalizations morphed into a constant, high-pitched whine as my orgasm built. 

“That’s it baby, hold back as long as you can, it will be fantastic,” Bill instructed, slapping my hand away. I clinched down to stave off the inevitable, but it was no use. I released my breath and the drymax came with my exhale. My body shook and shivered. I hoped to see more stuff come from my dick, but there was nothing.

Bill suddenly stopped bucking his hips. “Holy shit Craig, I could feel your whole body shake. And your butthole about pinched my dick off.”

“It was intense!” I managed to say between heavy breaths.

“Good,” he whispered as he resumed fucking me. “If you play with yourself, I bet you can do it again.” Bill squirted some lube on my erection. “That will feel great.”

I stroked myself as Bill steadily sunk his cock into me. 

“Atta boy,” he encouraged. “This might be the sweetest ass I’ve ever had. You’re one sexy boy.”

I nodded. “Better than Trey?”

Bill nodded. “Yeah. You wanna know why?”

“Why?”

“Because I can tell you truly love this, don’t you?” He picked up his pace, starting to slam into me. 

“Uh-huh,” I moaned. He was hitting that spot again. I started jerking faster.

“I knew it. Tell me how much you like my dick in you. Beg me to fuck you harder.”

“I love your dick in me Uncle Bill,” I replied, gasping. “Do it harder… please!”

Bill leaned onto me and jabbed his hips in a frenzy. “I love your high pitch. Sing for me.”

“Oh God!” I yelled and another orgasm wracked my body.

Bill fell still, before backing away, letting his cock slide from me. 

My butthole suddenly ached. Until I reached that second orgasm, I was lost in a fog and didn’t register that it was even sore.

“Um, did you?” I asked.

“Fuck yes, how could I not? You’re tighter than Trey ever was, and such a sexy little boy,” he said, stroking my sweaty hair. “I kept going to make sure you came again.” He patted me on the thigh. “Stay here, I’ll go get a washcloth.”

He returned a few seconds later with a warm washcloth and towel. He lovingly washed the lube from my penis before lifting my bottom and wiping my hole. 

“You probably should shower. You reek of sex.”

I grabbed my clothes and headed for the bathroom, showering for a long time, letting the warm water run over me. The spray was soothing. 

I thought about what I had just done. Was it weird I let an old man stick his dick in my butt? Or that it made me cum? That I enjoyed it?

As I pondered, one thing that struck me was just how different it was with Bill than with Trey. Both felt nice, and Bill’s bigger dick might have caused a bigger orgasm, but with Trey it was special. It went beyond sex. I wished he were in the shower with me.

After a while, the water started to get cold. By the time I surfaced, Bill had put away all the porn and was fully dressed. He had also made lunch. A grilled cheese and a bowl of tomato soup was waiting for me.

“Ah, there you are. I was starting to worry. Everything good?”

“Yeah, I’m fine,” I said, sitting down and taking a bite. “Still miss Trey though.”

“I understand. You’re not upset about what we did? If you are, let's talk.”

“I’m fine,” I insisted. 

And I was. I really was.

Epilogue

I learned a lot of lessons that summer. Namely, that getting fucked can actually feel GOOD (not something I had ever considered). I discovered that gay sex was more prevalent than I knew. But the most important thing was that sex with someone you care about is on a whole different plane than sex to get off. 

Did I truly ‘love’ Trey? I don’t know, probably not. But at the time, I was surely feeling an attachment that I’d never felt before and didn’t for a long time after. Sex with Trey was unmatched for a very, very long time. And as I’ve neared the age of Bill, I think Trey is a large part of the reason I’m still attracted to boys aged 11-14.

Over the years, I’ve thought a lot about those few days. There are things I don’t have answers to that still bother me. Why was Trey initially pissed when Bill suggested I spend the night? He ended up getting his dick sucked. He may have simply assumed I was too strait-laced and goody-goody to have any real fun, and with me along, Bill might not let him drink and smoke and read porn. On the other hand, he may have realized Bill had designs on my ass and was trying to protect me. Or, maybe he was jealous at the prospects of sharing me with his ‘uncle’. 

I also wondered why Bill had so much straight porn. If he was gay, what was with all the Penthouses? Was that part of his ploy to seduce Trey? How many other boys were there, all those years he lived in that secluded cabin? He did ply us with porn and alcohol, a potent combination for a middle schooler.

I also never grasped how Trey actually felt about sex with Bill. If he hated it, why did he come back the next summer? He sure tried to act straight, but I can’t help to think he also enjoyed cock. He kissed me passionately, and that wasn’t about getting his dick wet.

I’ve never told this story to anyone in detail. I’ve mentioned to people about having some experiences around 12 with other boys, but never shared lurid details. 

I’m sure some people would read about what happened and respond with sympathy for having been molested (and ‘raped’) by Bill. Honestly, I’ve never looked at what happened that summer as such. The most traumatic part, which hurt for weeks, was never getting to say goodbye to Trey or knowing how he felt about what we did.

I never saw Trey or Bill again. I didn’t end up getting to go to the lake the next year because Ben was having health issues. By the following summer, I was working a real job. 

I often wonder if Trey missed me as much as I did him. I assume not, but often fantasized about him – hoping that he was doing the same. I jerked off many times to mental images of Trey. (I finally hit puberty in earnest a few months later, sprouting pubes and ejaculating shortly thereafter. Maybe absorbing their cum really did set things in motion?)

I wish I knew Trey’s last name. Today it would be fairly easy to find him on social media and see what came of his life.

By the time I visited Lucy again a few years later, Bill had passed away from a sudden heart attack. I’ve often wondered who cleaned out his place and what they might have done upon finding his ‘special collection.’ I probed Lucy to see if she heard anything odd about Bill, but she didn’t have much to tell.

It’s kind of funny how long it took me, into my adult life, to attach the label of ‘pedophile’ to Bill. As I think back to his actions (and porn collection), it should have been obvious. I guess what prevented me from connecting the two is that term was always used with such a negative connotation and I never felt ill will towards Bill. ‘Pedos’ (to me) were monsters who kidnap, torture, and kill small children, right? 

Whatever else he may have been, that wasn’t Bill. He helped me meet Trey (my first love) and expose me to the world of gay sex in a way that made it seem normal. He therefore helped make ME feel normal.

I’m not suggesting every boy who experienced what I did would come out unscathed. The fact that I was already playing around with peers undoubtedly gave me a different perspective than a wholly-innocent kid who wasn’t so eager or willing. Please don’t use my anecdote as justification to do things that may not work out so well for him (or you). 

Anyway, thanks for reading my story. I wish all my readers well and appreciate your feedback and comments.

— Craig (with much appreciation to J for significant editing)

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