Newport Naval Academy
My dick grew semi-hard even before we got out of the
car.
I knew I wanted to attend the Newport Naval Academy
even before my father set the DeSoto's parking
brake. Beyond the car window, about twenty feet away,
three good-looking boys stood talking. Their tight
white uniforms hugged their lithe teenage bodies rather
provocatively. My parents insisted on a military type
school. I was on my way to becoming a little punk and
strict school discipline would "straighten" me out.
Well, the "out" part was right. If they only knew how
un-straight that school would make me!
It was 1959. It was the year of the Barbi doll, but my dolls were named
Bobby and Peter and Billy. The DeSoto had a front grill
dripping with chrome and rear fins soaring like a jet-
plane. The car was ugly as hell. Nineteen fifty-nine
was before the pill, before the war, before you could
pick rubbers off the shelf. Sex was supposed to be
locked up inside marriage. Sanitary napkins were hidden
behind the counter. AIDS? Unknown. Sex toys? What do
you mean? The sluggish, silent 50s—people didn't talk
about sex openly, casually. It was embarrassing.
Anal sex, lesbians, the kinkier stuff was only
whispered of, almost as if such things were a fatal
disease. Many people had no clue. If they did they
thought such things were far far away and practiced by
"perverts." And just because of that it was a great
time to be a teenager. c***dren and teens were supposed
innocent by their parents and under that hypocritical
cover we youngsters had a great time. Since we were
supposed to be ignorant we could enjoy ourselves in our
own space without much suspicion.
It was the uniform that got me. Could it be that some
old queen with a hard thing for chicken designed it?
The boy closest to me had the nicest ass on any k** I'd
seen in the last year. And the other two—well, let me
tell you, there wasn't any other place a guy could put
his stuff in those slim naval bell bottoms except down
one leg or the other. They chose the left.
I loved ships and sailing and I loved guys. Everywhere
I looked on that sunny spring day I saw trim, tanned,
healthy, attractive, physically desirable boys my age.
I was certain no other school we had visited contained
so many gorgeous boys. I wanted one of those white
uniforms immediately so I could walk around with my
package on display, or else show off in the gym shorts
or the jeans I saw, which were just as revealing.
The campus was spacious, with wide lawns around
classical buildings set on a gentle slope down toward
the sparkling bay. It was a magical day with the smell
of spring flowers in the salt air, the warm gentle sea
breeze increasing the erotic charge in me. If only my
parents knew how happy they were about to make me!
The teen who was our guide was a junior with
a handsome face, black hair and blue eyes, about 5'9"
and 150 lean beautiful pounds.
"Hello, Glen," he said to me in a firm voice and steady
gaze, "my name is William McBain. William Franklin
McBain. For today you can call me Billy."
"Oh, yes Billy, I will, I most certainly will!"
Every time he took a step his butt cheeks would roll in
a provocative manner. I think he knew immediately I was
interested in what he had between his legs since he
caught me glancing there a few times, and smiled. He
took us in hand and showed us around. Once or twice
when my parents weren't looking he smoothed out the
front of his uniform, lightly passing his palm over his
crotch and strong thighs.
His teenage sexuality was blatant and I think made my
parents a little uneasy. And as we toured further I
couldn't keep my eyes off so many firm, rounded tight
asses and bulging cocks stuffed snugly into the
regulation attire. I was overjoyed, not as my parents
thought, by the prospect of a military style education,
but by the prospect of spending so many cold nights
between the warm thighs of the friends I was sure to
make.
Nelson was the one who got me interested in the school.
He had graduated from the place a year before and was
the older brother of my suck-buddy Steve. Steve and I
had been jerking and sucking each other since fifth
grade. When we were both older Nelson would
occasionally join us.
He was a very impressive older dude.
He lay back on the couch and spread his legs and
let me and his brother suck him off as long as we
wanted. He had a way of holding back his come until we
were almost exhausted working that big dick of his,
then he'd let go long spurts of sperm into each of our
mouths.
So when my parents demanded a stricter school I
naturally thought of Nelson's. He was pretty frank
about what he did there but I was a little skeptical;
maybe he was just bragging.
He was right. I got fucked the first night. The Cadet
Junior who had shown me and my parents around in the
spring knocked on my door about a half hour before
lights out. Billy. How could I forget him? He was
beginning his senior year and I was glad to see a
familiar face, especially one so handsome. My assigned
roommate wasn't scheduled to arrive until late the next
day. Billy greeted me warmly and said things to put me
at ease.
I wasn't exactly scared but I was feeling small and
lonely and he seemed so confident and swaggering to me.
He looked like a teenage movie star with blue eyes and
a beautifully proportioned body. That night he was in a
pair of jeans that were if anything tighter than the
uniform, and when his back was to me I could see the
inseam tucked up sharply into his tight round ass. He
might as well have been naked and the effect was almost
obscene.
I started to get turned on and I think he sensed this.
I noticed his cock looked as if it had gotten half-hard
as well. When I lifted my duffel bag to stow it on the
high closet shelf he came up close behind me to "lend a
hand." The hand he lent went low on my right hip and he
was so close I could feel his warm breath on my neck. I
froze at his touch... Froze everywhere but my cock,
which grew rigid in seconds. A few moments passed when
neither of us moved. Then he said very quietly into my
ear, "You're a pretty cool looking dude."
I mumbled something that sounded like a thanks. I
wanted to turn and kiss him but I stayed rooted to the
spot. His next move was to put both hands on me, one on
each side of my waist. And knew then that something was
going to happen. I thought of Nelson and what he'd said
about the school and couldn't believe it was coming
true so quickly, on the first fucking night!
"You know," Billy continued, "I know my way around this
place and I know how to make it easier for you...You
won't have to sweat it, you won't have to sweat a
thing." He moved an inch closer and I felt his cock
press on my ass.
"It's a piece of cake here, not at all as military as
it seems. If you want it to be."
He let this sink in for a minute, his hands still on my
hips, then whispered into my ear "You have a cute ass."
As this was spoken his arms encircled my waist and he
clasped his hands at my crotch. I could feel his dick
press more firmly between my ass cheeks. I started to
get warm and a little apprehensive.
Billy's handsome body had me enthralled. I wanted to
blow him from the moment I saw him and if he wanted to
blow me too, that would be super cool. But I was
young at that point and had never been fucked in the
ass, that made me hold back. Would it hurt? Although I
felt sophisticated about sex at that age I was still
unsophisticated in many ways. I pictured myself spread
eagle under him being brutally fucked by his massive
cock, unable to escape the pain.
Whatever misgivings I experienced began to leave when
his hand gently wrapped around my cock and balls and
began a slow gentle message.
"I wanted your body from that first day I saw you, on
the tour with your parents," he whispered, "You are so
fucking cute. You're hot. I love your face. I love your
ass. You know how sexy you are? You know how juicy you
ass looks?"
In reply I relaxed into his body and pushed back with
my butt the better to feel his now stiff cock.
"That's nice," Billy said in response, and began to
breath harder. Presently he gave out a little snicker
and declared, "You done this before, I can tell." He
started to jerk me through my jeans. "Yea man, this is
easier than I thought it'd be. You're hot all over. You
sure do want it!" I began to moan and undid my belt and
unbuttoned my jeans. "When did you first take it in the
ass?" he asked, and went on to volunteer that he was
eleven when an army buddy of his father's fucked him.
"No, I've never done it. I... my buddy and I... suck...
each other, though."
"You little slut," he said in the softest, sexiest
whisper, "half of this school fucks the other half, and
everybody sucks—even some teachers. You're going to fit
right in."
"I don't know," I replied like the shy virgin I was. "I
never had it in the ass."
"Shit! You're joking?"
He turned me around and looked into my eyes. He was
about three inches taller. I don't know if he believed
me. We kissed and he tasted so good. I wondered how
safe we were from discovery since the dorm was quiet
but there were still about six or so newly arrived
freshman on the floor. But Billy didn't seem concerned
and I let him guide me. He had my ass cheeks firmly in
his grip and massaged them provocatively as we
continued to kiss. I hadn't done much kissing with boys
and I discovered I liked it.
I slowly sank to my knees in front of him. The fact
that he was so very handsome made me more than normally
aggressive and I right away nuzzled my nose between his
legs and savored his clean smell in the snug denim,
enjoying the warmth there. I didn't want him to think I
was a complete novice at boy sex and a good blow job
would surely lead to quick acceptance. Billy had a
beautiful clean hard six inch cock that was made for
sucking. The head gleamed in the light as if polished.
It was the most natural thing to take it into my young
mouth.
He put his hands on the back of my head and pushed
against me. "That's good sailor. That's very good."
Nelson used to hold my head too and I liked the slight
feeling of being trapped.
The boy I had now moaned and whimpered, occasionally
whispering four letter words as I nuzzled between his
legs. He told me that last spring he borrowed my
picture from the admission's office and had jerked off
a lot with it. I admitted that though I had no picture
I had jerked off the night I got home from the tour,
picturing us having sex.
Presently I worked on him seriously. Billy had a
beautiful six inch tool, shiny clean and straight as an
arrow, with tight balls that tasted as good as they
looked. He had only a patch of public hair and
otherwise his skin was smooth. I was just getting used
to licking his balls when he pushed me away. The room
was small and everything was close. He reached over and
quietly flipped the lock.
"That's the way sailor boy... that's just the way to do
it," he said hotly. "Get your jeans off... leave the t-
shirt!" he commanded. I complied quickly. "Put your
sneakers back on" was the next instruction.
I wanted to act all casual about it, but I complied in
an instant and I was a little annoyed that I looked so
obedient in front of him.
"Now kneel on the bed and get your ass in the air," I
cautioned him to be easy with me.
"Baby," he said reassuringly, "I fucked a bunch virgin
cadets and know just what to do. Cadet McBain is going
to make you feel real good. If its not good tell me and
I'll stop. But I bet you won't, guaranteed!" His eyes
sparkled with lustful anticipation and I got on the
bed.
I got unto the position he wanted, my knees spread, my
head down onto my folded arms. I felt strange. More
vulnerable than I wanted to be. Billy knelt on the
floor behind me and I figured his face was just a few
inches from my ass. "Beautiful" I heard him say. He
massaged me again, this time his thumbs worked to open
me each time they circled closer and closer to my
little asshole.
"Cadet Virgin," he whispered. "That's what you are:
************* cadet," I heard him call me that a half
dozen times, and realized he was getting himself worked
into a hot passionate state. It had the same effect on
me. I started to get dreamy myself and felt a little
dizzy. The strange feeling in me grew and started to
become definite.
Then it happened. I hadn't really expected he'd use his
mouth on me, but that's exactly what he did. It was
like an electric jolt to my system. Here was this upper
classman, a senior, with his handsome face pressed hard
up against my ass. Wild! I had heard about this but
never tried it with Nelson or Steve. It was a
revelation.
A jumble of thoughts went through my mind: my parents
should see this; this is what dogs do; clean, dirty,
he's going to fuck me, and many more. Since I showered
at least once everyday and washed myself there as often
as necessary, the issue of cleanliness came and went
quickly. I thought I could bring myself to do to him
what he was doing to me if his habits were as good.
His tongue was marvelous! Warm, wet, strong. He had to
hold me still because I wiggled and shook so much
keeping his mouth against me was difficult. My
gyrations made him laugh and it made me laugh too,
though we had to be careful not to get too loud.
"You like it, buddy? You like getting your ass licked?
You're clean and sweet. Stay that way."
Dampness formed all over my body. "Please," I begged.
"Do more. Do more!" I whispered. I could hardly get the
words out.
"Say what you want, freshman! Don't be shy!" Say it" he
insisted, say, 'Lick my asshole!'"
I did. I begged him. I would beg for it in front of the
whole school if he wanted me to.
"Not like that," he hissed. Don't say it that way: you
sound like a Mary. Say it like a command!"
I tried again, several times, until I said it with an
attitude that satisfied him. It felt strange and
exhilarating to speak this way to an older dude,
someone I really didn't know, but it was very sexy to
do so.
He went back to his fantastic assault on my ass and
worked on me for a long time. I knew now I would let
him put his dick in me. Any resistance I had melted
into nothing as I anticipated what was going to happen.
Gradually, as the tip of his dick touched my ass I felt
myself go through a change of my basic identity and
instinct. Without ever fully surrendering myself as a
boy, I felt also like a girl. Spread open wide as I was
I felt vulnerable and seductive at the same time. I saw
my ass was like a pussy and liked it. I would use it as
another way to attract good-looking boys to my side. My
mind swam in these thoughts. He applied vaseline and it
went in pretty easily. I was so hot, and he was smooth
and gentle. He kept whispering dirty thoughts into my
ear, biting my neck and nibbling my shoulders.
What seemed like a short time later I felt him shoot
his load. I felt his dick pulse in me three, four
times.
He lay above me panting, hot, exhausted. We stayed
joined for a long time, not moving a inch, tightly
wedged. Gradually, his cock softened and slipped out of
its own accord.
"You have a sweet pussy," he whispered between gasps
breath. "You are one hot fuck, sailor boy."
I felt so open and filled and vulnerable—and fulfilled.
After that first evening I didn't see Billy—excuse me!
... Cadet Mc Bain—for awhile. The rush of getting
settled and the start of classes kept us both pretty
occupied. We caught sight of each other around the
campus always at some distance. Yet even from a hundred
feet he noticed me and we acknowledged each other. My
roommate George arrived, got settled, and was pleasant
enough in body and personality but with so many other
truly gorgeous boys to choose from he didn't arouse me
sexually. On our floor there was a sexy Italian k** who
seemed available and I put him on my list for future
action.
Not a student, but a teacher turned out to be my next
partner.
Lieutenant Charles was young, perhaps thirty, but he
seemed old to me. He was always attired in a crisp,
neat, and snug uniform. Good looking with brown hair
and hazel eyes, his slight Southern accent was sexy to
me. So was his trim and athletic a body. He told us he
was an avid tennis player and swimmer, two activities
that kept his muscles lean and tight.
In class he was all business and very strict but I did
once or twice I let my thoughts go to wondering what
his abs must be like, and how long a dick hung between
his strong legs. He was about 5'10" or so, with a
sensuous mouth, strong looking hands, and thighs that
swelled the legs his white trousers provocatively. It
was easy to picture him undressed. He taught the
navigation class. During lectures used an old fashioned
wooden a pointer to emphasize things, which added to
his authority.
The day of our first encounter was a beautiful autumn
afternoon. During that class he returned the first test
he'd given us, but he skipped me. He went from Roberts
to Singleton to Wilson, skipping over Sussman. Was that
a mistake? Should I interrupt to ask why? I sat there
without moving a muscle, silent and too intimidated to
make an inquiry. The test was harder than expected, but
I didn't think I'd done so badly he'd have to single me
out. I couldn't concentrate all through the rest of the
class and at the end when the rest filed out he called
me to stay.
I stood at attention at his desk for whatever was to
come. The sound of the departing students faded and the
room became quiet and his body attitude relaxed and
become more casual when he looked at me. He slid his
lower body a bit forward and opened his legs some, an
arrogant pose. I grew a little scared, but my groin
tingled and a lascivious thought raced across my brain.
"So, Sussman..." he started, regarding me up and down
with a sweep of his eyes, "Cadet McBain, tells me you
are very talented." He let the words hang in the air
for a moment. Lowering his voice he repeated, slowly,
"very talented." His eyes dropped and fastened on to my
crotch. Despite myself I could feel my dick start to
respond. I knew then this had nothing to do with the
test; this was going to lead to sex, and I relaxed
some.
In a business-like voice, sternly, he continued "You
know, Sussman, we don't let many Jews in here. But that
doesn't matter with your talent and abilities. I've
been watching you... You're going to go far... A little
help here and there along the way... Cooperation on
your part... There's no telling..." And all the while
his eyes watched my dick grow. Maybe he didn't like
Jews but I was too naïve and excited and intimidated to
dwell on it. I would get an instant hard-on on the slightest pretext.
He placed the tip of the pointer at the bottom of my
sternum and slowly moved it downward.
"What do you say, Cadet? You understand me?"
Understand him? My cock sure did. It was coming up to
full hard quickly. The pointer kept moving downward,
over my stomach, arriving at the fork in my legs. My
cock and balls were tucked snug down my left leg and he
rested the wooden stick against them. I liked what he
was doing.
"Tell me you understand Cadet...say so", he almost
whispered. Gently he moved the stick a little forward
and back, massaging me with it wonderfully
"Yes sir, I do."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes...sir"
"You know you're away from home now, Glen. There are
lots of things to learn... Lots of things. Some things
your parents may not like...Glen. You know?"
"Yes."
"You play with your dick much, Sussman? Tell me the
truth. McBain says you really have a nice one." The
directness of the question made me blush and smile.
"Yes"
"Yes? Yes, what? ... Tell me." And for emphasis he
raised the stick and put pressure on my balls.
"I play with it. I masturbate... I jerk off at about
once a day."
"I'll bet. It keeps it in shape. And your roommate? Do
you suck each other?
"No."
"Good. I'm going to suck your cock for you. Did you
jerk off yet today?"
"No sir."
"Ok, good. But you're going first. I want my cock in
your pretty mouth first. You ready?"
"Yes." I told the truth. There was no point in being
coy.
"This is one of the little extra benefits they don't
mention in the catalog." He lowered the pointer and
used his hand. It felt strong and wonderful. "Kept your
mouth shut about this." His tone was now intimate and
conspiratorial. "Like I said, you're going to learn
what your mother and father may not like. Do you like
what I'm doing?"
"Yes."
I looked toward the door. He reassured me that at this
period the building was empty and would be so for
forty-five minutes. His dick pressed against his
uniform and looked impressive and delicious. I did
exactly as he said. I went down on one knee and knelt
between his spread legs. Just like with Billy I nuzzled
my nose into his warm crotch and felt him up with my
whole face as he sat. His dick was rock hard in a
minute and I promised to be a large one.
"That's it Glen," he said, "you do this for me and I'll
make you very happy." I undid his belt and zipper and
he slid his pants down. I was smug about what I was
doing. This grown man was hot for me. I had never
really had an adult cock to play with and this first
one was exciting. Longer than Billy's and thicker too
it stretched my mouth to its limit. I did the best I
could, licking the head, jerking him with my hands,
liking his balls and shaft. He smelled like a man, but
clean too. I must have been good because it didn't take
him long to come and in doing so he held my head
against him. I choked it down.
After his orgasm, the strength of which started me, he
sat still for a few minutes, then issued an order.
"Get on the desk."
He helped me undo the buttons of my pants and skinned
them down my legs. The light from the window was
golden.
"Fuck! You're beautiful," was all he said as my cock
disappeared into his mouth. He worked fast and
skillfully and I knew I would shoot quickly, especially
when he pressed a finger up a little ways into my hot
asshole. I marveled at what was happening: just a few
minutes ago I was sitting in my seat along with the
rest of the class and now I was fucking my teacher's
mouth! And he was stimulating my ass as if he knew
exactly how much I liked it played with. Wild! It was
over way too fast. He said I tasted good, my come was
sweet. He told me he wanted a lot more. I felt like a
million dollars.
He wrote me a late pass for my next class and gave me
back my test. On the way out I glanced at it. I had
made "a perfect score." I walked down the hall rubbery
loose in the legs and sweet in my groin as I realized
the double meaning of the thought, and smiled.
I went to my next class but had no idea what the lesson
was about. The smug feeling that came over me was
distracting: I'm more attractive that I thought if a
grown man like Lt. Charles was so hot for me he'd take
that kind of risk. My little asshole, pressed against
the wooden seat, tingled in anticipation as I thought
of the upperclassmen and a few teachers that had caught
my eye. I kept my mouth shut just like Lieutenant
Charles said, but I soon noticed I was getting more
attention than normal by some older cadets, and even
some teachers. I secretly felt more powerful, and
definitely more sexy.
Remember the Italian boy I mentioned?
Following closely after my first blow job with Lt.
Charles the Italian boy and I had sex. Peter was his
name. We had most classes together, lived in the same
dorm, same floor, and so saw each other many times each
day. He was beautiful.
Peter looked gorgeous in the shower room and noticed me
looking. I caught him looking too. If you want to get
an idea of his body look at Donatello's bronze statue
of David. How could I not look? He was slender and so
perfectly proportioned; his body glowed a golden bronze
color, just like the statue. In the water
safety/survival class we got partnered together and
that's when things got interesting. Learning how to
survive overboard, we were obliged to hold each other,
our arms and legs intertwined in rescue practice.
I could go overboard just to have Peter's beautiful
body wrapped around me, his smiling eyes fixed on me,
those white teeth and sensuous lips pressed against
mine would save me for sure! In the pool we needed to
take hold of various parts of our bodies and I know I
made the most I of it. So did he. A few times I was
able to reach under his groin to lift him, getting a
good feel for what he had there, and was excited. He
smiled. I knew we were on to a very good thing.
At our first long weekend holiday he invited me to his
house. His father picked us up and we made the two hour
drive through the beautiful autumn country side. The
house was large comfortable—Mr. DeLeo was a building
contractor—and it was set back amid old trees and
shrubs. Like my house in many ways. My father was a
lawyer; Mr. DeLeo didn't have a college education but
had obviously done pretty well.
We had a great dinner that night of course. His mom was
a great cook. Mr. and Mrs. DeLeo were a happy and
satisfied couple and it showed. I met Peter's younger
brother, Anthony, The guy was as beautiful as
his brother in a more delicate sort of way. The whole
family was very attractive.
It was during dinner that something happen to me that I
never have forgotten. As the meal progressed with warm
good food and laughter I secretly kept glancing at
Peter. His physical beauty was like a magnet that kept
me enthralled and I couldn't help myself. A sort of
wakeful trance came over me.
Minutely I noticed his hands, his cheek bones and eyes,
his long lashes, his jaw line and full brown hair, his
sensuous lips—but most of all, his glowing and honest
soul. It was that— his soul I realized, that animated
his beauty. I was too young then to say my feelings in
exactly these terms, but now I know his inner beauty
was the final factor. That evening around the dinner
table I fell in love for the first time in my life.
Of course my love was completely expressed by sex.
After all, we were young teenagers so horny and anxious
to come. Following dinner we went up to Peter's
bedroom. We explored his model ship collection and
books about sailing, his collections of coins and
stamps that featured ships. His comics and drawings and
clothes. Then we settled on the floor and played
monopoly, joined by his brother Anthony.
It was a nice warm room made cozy with rugs and pillows
trophies and family pictures. My attention to the game
was divided between it and thoughts of how I could get
between Peter's legs. His brother keep looking at me in
a sort of abstracted dreamy way and though he was as
cute and desirable as his brother I kept focused on
that cock I had felt pressed against me in the pool at
school. When bedtime finally arrived, Anthony left but
only after giving Peter a few silly grins, and a grab-
ass or two.
It was a mild night and we agreed pajamas weren't
necessary. That's when things took the course I always
knew they would. Both of us grew hard as soon as we
were out of our clothes. He stood there looking at
mine, all rigid gleaming proud six inches of it. His
was as large, and not shy to display itself. Then we
slipped under the covers.
"Do you jerk-off?" he asked quietly before shutting the
light. "I do it every night." Our hips touched on the
narrow bed.
"Sure," I said. No exaggeration.
"Let's to do it now!" he happily exclaimed.
We started, and in the silence all that could be heard
was rubbing, deep breathing, and whimpers of pleasure.
After a minute he spoke again: "Let's do it to each
other. That ok with you?"
Ok with me? Oh, you beautiful boy! How can I put this
delicately? I'd eat your shit if you wanted me to!
What I said was, "Yes."
Yes! yes, yes, yes!
We were soon jerking on each other's cock, our heads
close, breath hot and mingling, his slim smooth body
slipping against mine. This was more than buddies
helping each other out. I could feel real passion in
his effort, and in mine too. My love for him was
confirmed.
The night was long a full of sex. After that first
quick come we examined each other from head to toe in
the glow of the night light. Kissing tasting rubbing
squeezing gazing. His *********t balls were amazing
round objects, so smooth to the touch and tasty on my
tongue. The clef between the cheeks of his hard ass was
deep and mysterious and warm on the ends of my fingers.
He begged for my tongue there. Yes, Peter. I'll do it.
First time. This is my deep love for you: my boy's
tongue forcing into your hot asshole. In the morning he
kissed me awake.
Saturday it rained most of the day which was fine with
me because we spent it in the attic. Up there it was
the boys' world, the brother's sacred territory, secure
from prying adult eyes. It was where the models were
built, where games were played and where there was a
couch and lamps, and a mattress and seat cushions and
blankets for the other sort of games. Peter showed me
more of his stuff but soon it was obvious we were
interested most of all in each other. Just as we
started fondling each other his brother Anthony popped
in. As desirable as his older brother he was ok with
me.
Anticipation made me squirm with delight when Peter
closed us into that space by lifting the retractable
ladder. The rain made a soft patter overhead and the
light was hazy from the small windows.
Peter flopped across the mattress followed by Anthony,
then me. We talked about the usual things that interest
boys that age, at that time and that place. But as you
might expect the topic that gains boys' interest no
matter when or where eventually came up. So did our
dicks come up, pushing our pajamas up and out.
"You guys jerked off last night, didn't you?" asked
Anthony bluntly, looking between my legs.
"So?" his brother challenged.
"I did" said the younger one as he wrapped his hand
around his stiff dick still in the flannel cloth.
"You want to do it again?" Peter asked.
Anthony's face broke into a huge cute smile as he
opened his fly and started doing it. For twelve it was
impressive. Not much smaller than his brother's, which
was now also uncovered and getting careful caresses in
his palm. I followed their lead. Three boys on a
Saturday morning taking care of themselves in the
attic. The picture is so clear in my head.
The next move was Peter's. He was nearest to coming of
us and rose to his knees in front of his brother who,
without any hesitation, moved closer and took it into
his mouth. It was a hot scene to witness and made me
long for a brother. It was obvious they had been doing
this stuff for a long time.
I imagined how it would be to play with a little
brother, to awake every morning with a blow job, or to
give one; to share ever minute of puberty's
excitements. brotherly love. I joined in. When Peter
started to hold Anthony's head on his cock I nuzzled in
for some myself. The pearly drops seeped from the boy's
lips onto my tongue and none was wasted.
We giggled and rested and before long fell into more
sex play.
Anthony was instructed by his brother to lie face down
on the mattress. Then Peter leaned over his brother and
kissed each cheek of his round ass and spread the boy
open with his thumbs to give me a view of his small
tight hole. "I'll get it ready for you," he said to me,
"Anthony is one little hot fucker." With that
announcement he dipped his face into the k**'s crack
and licked him wet. Peter located a small bottle under
the couch filled with mineral oil. The little k** was
used to getting it in the ass you could tell.
He lay face down on the mattress, rested his right
cheek onto his folded arms, and spread his legs frog-
like. He looked like a little angel. With the slickness
of the oil I slid into the younger boy's ass as if it
was butter. He took it without resistance, making
whimpers of pleasure each time I pushed forward, each
of my thrusts accompanied by my own grunts of lust. His
delight added to mine and we stayed joined as Peter
encouraged us, feeling us, tasting us, nibbling me,
then his brother.
It was wild.
Then I felt something warm and blunt against my own
asshole. I knew Peter was going to fuck me there. My
first time with him and I was happy it was his gorgeous
cock entering me so smoothly. More mineral oil. I had
to remember get some to use back at school.
Peter was an excellent lover. His rhythm was slow and
deep and long. He was a natural. When he finally came
his whole body was engaged, and it was powerful. Then
he rested across my back. I could feel the beat of his
heart and an echoing throb along a vein in his cock,
which softened only slightly. We let Anthony crawl out
from under so he could breath. I felt so secure and
protected under Peter like that, and we stayed that way
for a long time.
Finally, he withdrew, still almost hard, each slow inch
by inch, and rolled next to me. I felt cold air
envelope my body and lick at my asshole which pulsated
and radiated in the aftermath. I felt incredibly elated
and my spirit soared: I knew a milestone had been
passed in my education. And I knew now I was his
boypussy and I liked it!
We fucked all afternoon in that attic. I know I came
three or four times. The k** got it in the ass three
times, and gave me and his brother terrific blow jobs
too.
When my roommate didn't return for the second semester
Peter and I arranged to share my room. My parents were
pleased I was advancing so quickly, making friends and
fitting in. If they only knew. I was fitting in to
Peter's ass almost every night, or his cock was in my
butt or my mouth.
Cadet McBain would drop by once in a while to see how I
was, and to join in our sexual delights. A few times we
went to Lt. Charles' apartment. A few times Anthony
took the train to visit us and we kept him well
lubricated. Much, much later I learned that all the
males in that family enjoyed sex together.
I remember it so well. It was such a long time ago.
car.
I knew I wanted to attend the Newport Naval Academy
even before my father set the DeSoto's parking
brake. Beyond the car window, about twenty feet away,
three good-looking boys stood talking. Their tight
white uniforms hugged their lithe teenage bodies rather
provocatively. My parents insisted on a military type
school. I was on my way to becoming a little punk and
strict school discipline would "straighten" me out.
Well, the "out" part was right. If they only knew how
un-straight that school would make me!
It was 1959. It was the year of the Barbi doll, but my dolls were named
Bobby and Peter and Billy. The DeSoto had a front grill
dripping with chrome and rear fins soaring like a jet-
plane. The car was ugly as hell. Nineteen fifty-nine
was before the pill, before the war, before you could
pick rubbers off the shelf. Sex was supposed to be
locked up inside marriage. Sanitary napkins were hidden
behind the counter. AIDS? Unknown. Sex toys? What do
you mean? The sluggish, silent 50s—people didn't talk
about sex openly, casually. It was embarrassing.
Anal sex, lesbians, the kinkier stuff was only
whispered of, almost as if such things were a fatal
disease. Many people had no clue. If they did they
thought such things were far far away and practiced by
"perverts." And just because of that it was a great
time to be a teenager. c***dren and teens were supposed
innocent by their parents and under that hypocritical
cover we youngsters had a great time. Since we were
supposed to be ignorant we could enjoy ourselves in our
own space without much suspicion.
It was the uniform that got me. Could it be that some
old queen with a hard thing for chicken designed it?
The boy closest to me had the nicest ass on any k** I'd
seen in the last year. And the other two—well, let me
tell you, there wasn't any other place a guy could put
his stuff in those slim naval bell bottoms except down
one leg or the other. They chose the left.
I loved ships and sailing and I loved guys. Everywhere
I looked on that sunny spring day I saw trim, tanned,
healthy, attractive, physically desirable boys my age.
I was certain no other school we had visited contained
so many gorgeous boys. I wanted one of those white
uniforms immediately so I could walk around with my
package on display, or else show off in the gym shorts
or the jeans I saw, which were just as revealing.
The campus was spacious, with wide lawns around
classical buildings set on a gentle slope down toward
the sparkling bay. It was a magical day with the smell
of spring flowers in the salt air, the warm gentle sea
breeze increasing the erotic charge in me. If only my
parents knew how happy they were about to make me!
The teen who was our guide was a junior with
a handsome face, black hair and blue eyes, about 5'9"
and 150 lean beautiful pounds.
"Hello, Glen," he said to me in a firm voice and steady
gaze, "my name is William McBain. William Franklin
McBain. For today you can call me Billy."
"Oh, yes Billy, I will, I most certainly will!"
Every time he took a step his butt cheeks would roll in
a provocative manner. I think he knew immediately I was
interested in what he had between his legs since he
caught me glancing there a few times, and smiled. He
took us in hand and showed us around. Once or twice
when my parents weren't looking he smoothed out the
front of his uniform, lightly passing his palm over his
crotch and strong thighs.
His teenage sexuality was blatant and I think made my
parents a little uneasy. And as we toured further I
couldn't keep my eyes off so many firm, rounded tight
asses and bulging cocks stuffed snugly into the
regulation attire. I was overjoyed, not as my parents
thought, by the prospect of a military style education,
but by the prospect of spending so many cold nights
between the warm thighs of the friends I was sure to
make.
Nelson was the one who got me interested in the school.
He had graduated from the place a year before and was
the older brother of my suck-buddy Steve. Steve and I
had been jerking and sucking each other since fifth
grade. When we were both older Nelson would
occasionally join us.
He was a very impressive older dude.
He lay back on the couch and spread his legs and
let me and his brother suck him off as long as we
wanted. He had a way of holding back his come until we
were almost exhausted working that big dick of his,
then he'd let go long spurts of sperm into each of our
mouths.
So when my parents demanded a stricter school I
naturally thought of Nelson's. He was pretty frank
about what he did there but I was a little skeptical;
maybe he was just bragging.
He was right. I got fucked the first night. The Cadet
Junior who had shown me and my parents around in the
spring knocked on my door about a half hour before
lights out. Billy. How could I forget him? He was
beginning his senior year and I was glad to see a
familiar face, especially one so handsome. My assigned
roommate wasn't scheduled to arrive until late the next
day. Billy greeted me warmly and said things to put me
at ease.
I wasn't exactly scared but I was feeling small and
lonely and he seemed so confident and swaggering to me.
He looked like a teenage movie star with blue eyes and
a beautifully proportioned body. That night he was in a
pair of jeans that were if anything tighter than the
uniform, and when his back was to me I could see the
inseam tucked up sharply into his tight round ass. He
might as well have been naked and the effect was almost
obscene.
I started to get turned on and I think he sensed this.
I noticed his cock looked as if it had gotten half-hard
as well. When I lifted my duffel bag to stow it on the
high closet shelf he came up close behind me to "lend a
hand." The hand he lent went low on my right hip and he
was so close I could feel his warm breath on my neck. I
froze at his touch... Froze everywhere but my cock,
which grew rigid in seconds. A few moments passed when
neither of us moved. Then he said very quietly into my
ear, "You're a pretty cool looking dude."
I mumbled something that sounded like a thanks. I
wanted to turn and kiss him but I stayed rooted to the
spot. His next move was to put both hands on me, one on
each side of my waist. And knew then that something was
going to happen. I thought of Nelson and what he'd said
about the school and couldn't believe it was coming
true so quickly, on the first fucking night!
"You know," Billy continued, "I know my way around this
place and I know how to make it easier for you...You
won't have to sweat it, you won't have to sweat a
thing." He moved an inch closer and I felt his cock
press on my ass.
"It's a piece of cake here, not at all as military as
it seems. If you want it to be."
He let this sink in for a minute, his hands still on my
hips, then whispered into my ear "You have a cute ass."
As this was spoken his arms encircled my waist and he
clasped his hands at my crotch. I could feel his dick
press more firmly between my ass cheeks. I started to
get warm and a little apprehensive.
Billy's handsome body had me enthralled. I wanted to
blow him from the moment I saw him and if he wanted to
blow me too, that would be super cool. But I was
young at that point and had never been fucked in the
ass, that made me hold back. Would it hurt? Although I
felt sophisticated about sex at that age I was still
unsophisticated in many ways. I pictured myself spread
eagle under him being brutally fucked by his massive
cock, unable to escape the pain.
Whatever misgivings I experienced began to leave when
his hand gently wrapped around my cock and balls and
began a slow gentle message.
"I wanted your body from that first day I saw you, on
the tour with your parents," he whispered, "You are so
fucking cute. You're hot. I love your face. I love your
ass. You know how sexy you are? You know how juicy you
ass looks?"
In reply I relaxed into his body and pushed back with
my butt the better to feel his now stiff cock.
"That's nice," Billy said in response, and began to
breath harder. Presently he gave out a little snicker
and declared, "You done this before, I can tell." He
started to jerk me through my jeans. "Yea man, this is
easier than I thought it'd be. You're hot all over. You
sure do want it!" I began to moan and undid my belt and
unbuttoned my jeans. "When did you first take it in the
ass?" he asked, and went on to volunteer that he was
eleven when an army buddy of his father's fucked him.
"No, I've never done it. I... my buddy and I... suck...
each other, though."
"You little slut," he said in the softest, sexiest
whisper, "half of this school fucks the other half, and
everybody sucks—even some teachers. You're going to fit
right in."
"I don't know," I replied like the shy virgin I was. "I
never had it in the ass."
"Shit! You're joking?"
He turned me around and looked into my eyes. He was
about three inches taller. I don't know if he believed
me. We kissed and he tasted so good. I wondered how
safe we were from discovery since the dorm was quiet
but there were still about six or so newly arrived
freshman on the floor. But Billy didn't seem concerned
and I let him guide me. He had my ass cheeks firmly in
his grip and massaged them provocatively as we
continued to kiss. I hadn't done much kissing with boys
and I discovered I liked it.
I slowly sank to my knees in front of him. The fact
that he was so very handsome made me more than normally
aggressive and I right away nuzzled my nose between his
legs and savored his clean smell in the snug denim,
enjoying the warmth there. I didn't want him to think I
was a complete novice at boy sex and a good blow job
would surely lead to quick acceptance. Billy had a
beautiful clean hard six inch cock that was made for
sucking. The head gleamed in the light as if polished.
It was the most natural thing to take it into my young
mouth.
He put his hands on the back of my head and pushed
against me. "That's good sailor. That's very good."
Nelson used to hold my head too and I liked the slight
feeling of being trapped.
The boy I had now moaned and whimpered, occasionally
whispering four letter words as I nuzzled between his
legs. He told me that last spring he borrowed my
picture from the admission's office and had jerked off
a lot with it. I admitted that though I had no picture
I had jerked off the night I got home from the tour,
picturing us having sex.
Presently I worked on him seriously. Billy had a
beautiful six inch tool, shiny clean and straight as an
arrow, with tight balls that tasted as good as they
looked. He had only a patch of public hair and
otherwise his skin was smooth. I was just getting used
to licking his balls when he pushed me away. The room
was small and everything was close. He reached over and
quietly flipped the lock.
"That's the way sailor boy... that's just the way to do
it," he said hotly. "Get your jeans off... leave the t-
shirt!" he commanded. I complied quickly. "Put your
sneakers back on" was the next instruction.
I wanted to act all casual about it, but I complied in
an instant and I was a little annoyed that I looked so
obedient in front of him.
"Now kneel on the bed and get your ass in the air," I
cautioned him to be easy with me.
"Baby," he said reassuringly, "I fucked a bunch virgin
cadets and know just what to do. Cadet McBain is going
to make you feel real good. If its not good tell me and
I'll stop. But I bet you won't, guaranteed!" His eyes
sparkled with lustful anticipation and I got on the
bed.
I got unto the position he wanted, my knees spread, my
head down onto my folded arms. I felt strange. More
vulnerable than I wanted to be. Billy knelt on the
floor behind me and I figured his face was just a few
inches from my ass. "Beautiful" I heard him say. He
massaged me again, this time his thumbs worked to open
me each time they circled closer and closer to my
little asshole.
"Cadet Virgin," he whispered. "That's what you are:
************* cadet," I heard him call me that a half
dozen times, and realized he was getting himself worked
into a hot passionate state. It had the same effect on
me. I started to get dreamy myself and felt a little
dizzy. The strange feeling in me grew and started to
become definite.
Then it happened. I hadn't really expected he'd use his
mouth on me, but that's exactly what he did. It was
like an electric jolt to my system. Here was this upper
classman, a senior, with his handsome face pressed hard
up against my ass. Wild! I had heard about this but
never tried it with Nelson or Steve. It was a
revelation.
A jumble of thoughts went through my mind: my parents
should see this; this is what dogs do; clean, dirty,
he's going to fuck me, and many more. Since I showered
at least once everyday and washed myself there as often
as necessary, the issue of cleanliness came and went
quickly. I thought I could bring myself to do to him
what he was doing to me if his habits were as good.
His tongue was marvelous! Warm, wet, strong. He had to
hold me still because I wiggled and shook so much
keeping his mouth against me was difficult. My
gyrations made him laugh and it made me laugh too,
though we had to be careful not to get too loud.
"You like it, buddy? You like getting your ass licked?
You're clean and sweet. Stay that way."
Dampness formed all over my body. "Please," I begged.
"Do more. Do more!" I whispered. I could hardly get the
words out.
"Say what you want, freshman! Don't be shy!" Say it" he
insisted, say, 'Lick my asshole!'"
I did. I begged him. I would beg for it in front of the
whole school if he wanted me to.
"Not like that," he hissed. Don't say it that way: you
sound like a Mary. Say it like a command!"
I tried again, several times, until I said it with an
attitude that satisfied him. It felt strange and
exhilarating to speak this way to an older dude,
someone I really didn't know, but it was very sexy to
do so.
He went back to his fantastic assault on my ass and
worked on me for a long time. I knew now I would let
him put his dick in me. Any resistance I had melted
into nothing as I anticipated what was going to happen.
Gradually, as the tip of his dick touched my ass I felt
myself go through a change of my basic identity and
instinct. Without ever fully surrendering myself as a
boy, I felt also like a girl. Spread open wide as I was
I felt vulnerable and seductive at the same time. I saw
my ass was like a pussy and liked it. I would use it as
another way to attract good-looking boys to my side. My
mind swam in these thoughts. He applied vaseline and it
went in pretty easily. I was so hot, and he was smooth
and gentle. He kept whispering dirty thoughts into my
ear, biting my neck and nibbling my shoulders.
What seemed like a short time later I felt him shoot
his load. I felt his dick pulse in me three, four
times.
He lay above me panting, hot, exhausted. We stayed
joined for a long time, not moving a inch, tightly
wedged. Gradually, his cock softened and slipped out of
its own accord.
"You have a sweet pussy," he whispered between gasps
breath. "You are one hot fuck, sailor boy."
I felt so open and filled and vulnerable—and fulfilled.
After that first evening I didn't see Billy—excuse me!
... Cadet Mc Bain—for awhile. The rush of getting
settled and the start of classes kept us both pretty
occupied. We caught sight of each other around the
campus always at some distance. Yet even from a hundred
feet he noticed me and we acknowledged each other. My
roommate George arrived, got settled, and was pleasant
enough in body and personality but with so many other
truly gorgeous boys to choose from he didn't arouse me
sexually. On our floor there was a sexy Italian k** who
seemed available and I put him on my list for future
action.
Not a student, but a teacher turned out to be my next
partner.
Lieutenant Charles was young, perhaps thirty, but he
seemed old to me. He was always attired in a crisp,
neat, and snug uniform. Good looking with brown hair
and hazel eyes, his slight Southern accent was sexy to
me. So was his trim and athletic a body. He told us he
was an avid tennis player and swimmer, two activities
that kept his muscles lean and tight.
In class he was all business and very strict but I did
once or twice I let my thoughts go to wondering what
his abs must be like, and how long a dick hung between
his strong legs. He was about 5'10" or so, with a
sensuous mouth, strong looking hands, and thighs that
swelled the legs his white trousers provocatively. It
was easy to picture him undressed. He taught the
navigation class. During lectures used an old fashioned
wooden a pointer to emphasize things, which added to
his authority.
The day of our first encounter was a beautiful autumn
afternoon. During that class he returned the first test
he'd given us, but he skipped me. He went from Roberts
to Singleton to Wilson, skipping over Sussman. Was that
a mistake? Should I interrupt to ask why? I sat there
without moving a muscle, silent and too intimidated to
make an inquiry. The test was harder than expected, but
I didn't think I'd done so badly he'd have to single me
out. I couldn't concentrate all through the rest of the
class and at the end when the rest filed out he called
me to stay.
I stood at attention at his desk for whatever was to
come. The sound of the departing students faded and the
room became quiet and his body attitude relaxed and
become more casual when he looked at me. He slid his
lower body a bit forward and opened his legs some, an
arrogant pose. I grew a little scared, but my groin
tingled and a lascivious thought raced across my brain.
"So, Sussman..." he started, regarding me up and down
with a sweep of his eyes, "Cadet McBain, tells me you
are very talented." He let the words hang in the air
for a moment. Lowering his voice he repeated, slowly,
"very talented." His eyes dropped and fastened on to my
crotch. Despite myself I could feel my dick start to
respond. I knew then this had nothing to do with the
test; this was going to lead to sex, and I relaxed
some.
In a business-like voice, sternly, he continued "You
know, Sussman, we don't let many Jews in here. But that
doesn't matter with your talent and abilities. I've
been watching you... You're going to go far... A little
help here and there along the way... Cooperation on
your part... There's no telling..." And all the while
his eyes watched my dick grow. Maybe he didn't like
Jews but I was too naïve and excited and intimidated to
dwell on it. I would get an instant hard-on on the slightest pretext.
He placed the tip of the pointer at the bottom of my
sternum and slowly moved it downward.
"What do you say, Cadet? You understand me?"
Understand him? My cock sure did. It was coming up to
full hard quickly. The pointer kept moving downward,
over my stomach, arriving at the fork in my legs. My
cock and balls were tucked snug down my left leg and he
rested the wooden stick against them. I liked what he
was doing.
"Tell me you understand Cadet...say so", he almost
whispered. Gently he moved the stick a little forward
and back, massaging me with it wonderfully
"Yes sir, I do."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes...sir"
"You know you're away from home now, Glen. There are
lots of things to learn... Lots of things. Some things
your parents may not like...Glen. You know?"
"Yes."
"You play with your dick much, Sussman? Tell me the
truth. McBain says you really have a nice one." The
directness of the question made me blush and smile.
"Yes"
"Yes? Yes, what? ... Tell me." And for emphasis he
raised the stick and put pressure on my balls.
"I play with it. I masturbate... I jerk off at about
once a day."
"I'll bet. It keeps it in shape. And your roommate? Do
you suck each other?
"No."
"Good. I'm going to suck your cock for you. Did you
jerk off yet today?"
"No sir."
"Ok, good. But you're going first. I want my cock in
your pretty mouth first. You ready?"
"Yes." I told the truth. There was no point in being
coy.
"This is one of the little extra benefits they don't
mention in the catalog." He lowered the pointer and
used his hand. It felt strong and wonderful. "Kept your
mouth shut about this." His tone was now intimate and
conspiratorial. "Like I said, you're going to learn
what your mother and father may not like. Do you like
what I'm doing?"
"Yes."
I looked toward the door. He reassured me that at this
period the building was empty and would be so for
forty-five minutes. His dick pressed against his
uniform and looked impressive and delicious. I did
exactly as he said. I went down on one knee and knelt
between his spread legs. Just like with Billy I nuzzled
my nose into his warm crotch and felt him up with my
whole face as he sat. His dick was rock hard in a
minute and I promised to be a large one.
"That's it Glen," he said, "you do this for me and I'll
make you very happy." I undid his belt and zipper and
he slid his pants down. I was smug about what I was
doing. This grown man was hot for me. I had never
really had an adult cock to play with and this first
one was exciting. Longer than Billy's and thicker too
it stretched my mouth to its limit. I did the best I
could, licking the head, jerking him with my hands,
liking his balls and shaft. He smelled like a man, but
clean too. I must have been good because it didn't take
him long to come and in doing so he held my head
against him. I choked it down.
After his orgasm, the strength of which started me, he
sat still for a few minutes, then issued an order.
"Get on the desk."
He helped me undo the buttons of my pants and skinned
them down my legs. The light from the window was
golden.
"Fuck! You're beautiful," was all he said as my cock
disappeared into his mouth. He worked fast and
skillfully and I knew I would shoot quickly, especially
when he pressed a finger up a little ways into my hot
asshole. I marveled at what was happening: just a few
minutes ago I was sitting in my seat along with the
rest of the class and now I was fucking my teacher's
mouth! And he was stimulating my ass as if he knew
exactly how much I liked it played with. Wild! It was
over way too fast. He said I tasted good, my come was
sweet. He told me he wanted a lot more. I felt like a
million dollars.
He wrote me a late pass for my next class and gave me
back my test. On the way out I glanced at it. I had
made "a perfect score." I walked down the hall rubbery
loose in the legs and sweet in my groin as I realized
the double meaning of the thought, and smiled.
I went to my next class but had no idea what the lesson
was about. The smug feeling that came over me was
distracting: I'm more attractive that I thought if a
grown man like Lt. Charles was so hot for me he'd take
that kind of risk. My little asshole, pressed against
the wooden seat, tingled in anticipation as I thought
of the upperclassmen and a few teachers that had caught
my eye. I kept my mouth shut just like Lieutenant
Charles said, but I soon noticed I was getting more
attention than normal by some older cadets, and even
some teachers. I secretly felt more powerful, and
definitely more sexy.
Remember the Italian boy I mentioned?
Following closely after my first blow job with Lt.
Charles the Italian boy and I had sex. Peter was his
name. We had most classes together, lived in the same
dorm, same floor, and so saw each other many times each
day. He was beautiful.
Peter looked gorgeous in the shower room and noticed me
looking. I caught him looking too. If you want to get
an idea of his body look at Donatello's bronze statue
of David. How could I not look? He was slender and so
perfectly proportioned; his body glowed a golden bronze
color, just like the statue. In the water
safety/survival class we got partnered together and
that's when things got interesting. Learning how to
survive overboard, we were obliged to hold each other,
our arms and legs intertwined in rescue practice.
I could go overboard just to have Peter's beautiful
body wrapped around me, his smiling eyes fixed on me,
those white teeth and sensuous lips pressed against
mine would save me for sure! In the pool we needed to
take hold of various parts of our bodies and I know I
made the most I of it. So did he. A few times I was
able to reach under his groin to lift him, getting a
good feel for what he had there, and was excited. He
smiled. I knew we were on to a very good thing.
At our first long weekend holiday he invited me to his
house. His father picked us up and we made the two hour
drive through the beautiful autumn country side. The
house was large comfortable—Mr. DeLeo was a building
contractor—and it was set back amid old trees and
shrubs. Like my house in many ways. My father was a
lawyer; Mr. DeLeo didn't have a college education but
had obviously done pretty well.
We had a great dinner that night of course. His mom was
a great cook. Mr. and Mrs. DeLeo were a happy and
satisfied couple and it showed. I met Peter's younger
brother, Anthony, The guy was as beautiful as
his brother in a more delicate sort of way. The whole
family was very attractive.
It was during dinner that something happen to me that I
never have forgotten. As the meal progressed with warm
good food and laughter I secretly kept glancing at
Peter. His physical beauty was like a magnet that kept
me enthralled and I couldn't help myself. A sort of
wakeful trance came over me.
Minutely I noticed his hands, his cheek bones and eyes,
his long lashes, his jaw line and full brown hair, his
sensuous lips—but most of all, his glowing and honest
soul. It was that— his soul I realized, that animated
his beauty. I was too young then to say my feelings in
exactly these terms, but now I know his inner beauty
was the final factor. That evening around the dinner
table I fell in love for the first time in my life.
Of course my love was completely expressed by sex.
After all, we were young teenagers so horny and anxious
to come. Following dinner we went up to Peter's
bedroom. We explored his model ship collection and
books about sailing, his collections of coins and
stamps that featured ships. His comics and drawings and
clothes. Then we settled on the floor and played
monopoly, joined by his brother Anthony.
It was a nice warm room made cozy with rugs and pillows
trophies and family pictures. My attention to the game
was divided between it and thoughts of how I could get
between Peter's legs. His brother keep looking at me in
a sort of abstracted dreamy way and though he was as
cute and desirable as his brother I kept focused on
that cock I had felt pressed against me in the pool at
school. When bedtime finally arrived, Anthony left but
only after giving Peter a few silly grins, and a grab-
ass or two.
It was a mild night and we agreed pajamas weren't
necessary. That's when things took the course I always
knew they would. Both of us grew hard as soon as we
were out of our clothes. He stood there looking at
mine, all rigid gleaming proud six inches of it. His
was as large, and not shy to display itself. Then we
slipped under the covers.
"Do you jerk-off?" he asked quietly before shutting the
light. "I do it every night." Our hips touched on the
narrow bed.
"Sure," I said. No exaggeration.
"Let's to do it now!" he happily exclaimed.
We started, and in the silence all that could be heard
was rubbing, deep breathing, and whimpers of pleasure.
After a minute he spoke again: "Let's do it to each
other. That ok with you?"
Ok with me? Oh, you beautiful boy! How can I put this
delicately? I'd eat your shit if you wanted me to!
What I said was, "Yes."
Yes! yes, yes, yes!
We were soon jerking on each other's cock, our heads
close, breath hot and mingling, his slim smooth body
slipping against mine. This was more than buddies
helping each other out. I could feel real passion in
his effort, and in mine too. My love for him was
confirmed.
The night was long a full of sex. After that first
quick come we examined each other from head to toe in
the glow of the night light. Kissing tasting rubbing
squeezing gazing. His *********t balls were amazing
round objects, so smooth to the touch and tasty on my
tongue. The clef between the cheeks of his hard ass was
deep and mysterious and warm on the ends of my fingers.
He begged for my tongue there. Yes, Peter. I'll do it.
First time. This is my deep love for you: my boy's
tongue forcing into your hot asshole. In the morning he
kissed me awake.
Saturday it rained most of the day which was fine with
me because we spent it in the attic. Up there it was
the boys' world, the brother's sacred territory, secure
from prying adult eyes. It was where the models were
built, where games were played and where there was a
couch and lamps, and a mattress and seat cushions and
blankets for the other sort of games. Peter showed me
more of his stuff but soon it was obvious we were
interested most of all in each other. Just as we
started fondling each other his brother Anthony popped
in. As desirable as his older brother he was ok with
me.
Anticipation made me squirm with delight when Peter
closed us into that space by lifting the retractable
ladder. The rain made a soft patter overhead and the
light was hazy from the small windows.
Peter flopped across the mattress followed by Anthony,
then me. We talked about the usual things that interest
boys that age, at that time and that place. But as you
might expect the topic that gains boys' interest no
matter when or where eventually came up. So did our
dicks come up, pushing our pajamas up and out.
"You guys jerked off last night, didn't you?" asked
Anthony bluntly, looking between my legs.
"So?" his brother challenged.
"I did" said the younger one as he wrapped his hand
around his stiff dick still in the flannel cloth.
"You want to do it again?" Peter asked.
Anthony's face broke into a huge cute smile as he
opened his fly and started doing it. For twelve it was
impressive. Not much smaller than his brother's, which
was now also uncovered and getting careful caresses in
his palm. I followed their lead. Three boys on a
Saturday morning taking care of themselves in the
attic. The picture is so clear in my head.
The next move was Peter's. He was nearest to coming of
us and rose to his knees in front of his brother who,
without any hesitation, moved closer and took it into
his mouth. It was a hot scene to witness and made me
long for a brother. It was obvious they had been doing
this stuff for a long time.
I imagined how it would be to play with a little
brother, to awake every morning with a blow job, or to
give one; to share ever minute of puberty's
excitements. brotherly love. I joined in. When Peter
started to hold Anthony's head on his cock I nuzzled in
for some myself. The pearly drops seeped from the boy's
lips onto my tongue and none was wasted.
We giggled and rested and before long fell into more
sex play.
Anthony was instructed by his brother to lie face down
on the mattress. Then Peter leaned over his brother and
kissed each cheek of his round ass and spread the boy
open with his thumbs to give me a view of his small
tight hole. "I'll get it ready for you," he said to me,
"Anthony is one little hot fucker." With that
announcement he dipped his face into the k**'s crack
and licked him wet. Peter located a small bottle under
the couch filled with mineral oil. The little k** was
used to getting it in the ass you could tell.
He lay face down on the mattress, rested his right
cheek onto his folded arms, and spread his legs frog-
like. He looked like a little angel. With the slickness
of the oil I slid into the younger boy's ass as if it
was butter. He took it without resistance, making
whimpers of pleasure each time I pushed forward, each
of my thrusts accompanied by my own grunts of lust. His
delight added to mine and we stayed joined as Peter
encouraged us, feeling us, tasting us, nibbling me,
then his brother.
It was wild.
Then I felt something warm and blunt against my own
asshole. I knew Peter was going to fuck me there. My
first time with him and I was happy it was his gorgeous
cock entering me so smoothly. More mineral oil. I had
to remember get some to use back at school.
Peter was an excellent lover. His rhythm was slow and
deep and long. He was a natural. When he finally came
his whole body was engaged, and it was powerful. Then
he rested across my back. I could feel the beat of his
heart and an echoing throb along a vein in his cock,
which softened only slightly. We let Anthony crawl out
from under so he could breath. I felt so secure and
protected under Peter like that, and we stayed that way
for a long time.
Finally, he withdrew, still almost hard, each slow inch
by inch, and rolled next to me. I felt cold air
envelope my body and lick at my asshole which pulsated
and radiated in the aftermath. I felt incredibly elated
and my spirit soared: I knew a milestone had been
passed in my education. And I knew now I was his
boypussy and I liked it!
We fucked all afternoon in that attic. I know I came
three or four times. The k** got it in the ass three
times, and gave me and his brother terrific blow jobs
too.
When my roommate didn't return for the second semester
Peter and I arranged to share my room. My parents were
pleased I was advancing so quickly, making friends and
fitting in. If they only knew. I was fitting in to
Peter's ass almost every night, or his cock was in my
butt or my mouth.
Cadet McBain would drop by once in a while to see how I
was, and to join in our sexual delights. A few times we
went to Lt. Charles' apartment. A few times Anthony
took the train to visit us and we kept him well
lubricated. Much, much later I learned that all the
males in that family enjoyed sex together.
I remember it so well. It was such a long time ago.
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