Ups and Downs

Male Bonding

Ethan was a terrific kid, but I swear that in many respects he was almost like an alien from another planet. His parents had cloistered him to the point that he was practically a monk. Well, at least when it came to sex, he was no longer a monk, but in other ways, he might as well have been. I noticed it first in the way he dressed, but I thought that was just a fluke. It wasn’t.

Believe it or not, he had never been to a mall, never shopped at an Old Navy or Gap, and never worn a pair of Nike or Addidas shoes. So, with his uncle’s credit card in hand, I took Ethan shopping. He bought several pairs of jeans, with me steering him toward those that accentuated the impressive bulge in his crotch. We also bought shirts that showed off his chest and arm muscles. When Ethan went for underwear, I pulled him back. “We’ll order those online,” I told him.

Ethan had never owned a computer. The only ones he had ever used were at school, and those were closely monitored. So, before going back to his aunt and uncle Sullivan’s house, we picked up a laptop at Target.

Once we got the laptop set up, I led Ethan to several Websites that feature sexy men’s underwear—Aussiebum, Addicted, 2(x)ist, Andrew Christian, and even Cell Block and Locker Gear, among others. I don’t know if Ethan was more shocked at the underwear or the men who modeled them.

Ethan had never been close to his cousin Jeff, the Sullivan’s hunky, athletic son. In fact, they barely even knew each other, and Jeff had made himself scarce since Ethan came to spend the summer with them.

Jeff lived for two things: football and girls, and since Ethan wasn’t really into either, the two boys didn’t have much to talk about. But when Jeff walked in and saw Ethan and me shopping online for sexy underwear, he took notice. “Oh, wow!” said Jeff, pointing to a particularly revealing pair of underwear on the computer screen. “The girls would love me in that.”

“The girls would love you in anything,” quipped Ethan. It was a simple observation, but that little ego stroke seemed to break the ice, and the two cousins began to get to know each other. They would never be bosom buddies, and they would probably never jack off together, but it was the beginning of Ethan’s introduction to a wider circle of friends.

Ethan’s family did not own a TV, and Ethan was forbidden to go to movies, so Jeff and I introduced him to some of our favorite shows and films. Jeff liked action movies, so we rented some super-hero films, and while Jeff kept commenting on the action and the special effects, Ethan and I drooled over the Chrises: Evans, Hemsworth, Pratt, and Pine.

On nights when Jeff had a date, which was pretty much every night—I guess the girls all wanted one last run at Jeff's huge cock before he went away to college—Ethan and I watched movies like Brokeback Mountain, Call Me by Your Name, and Love, Simon. After every movie, Ethan always had a ton of questions, and I did my best to answer them. Then, we would watch some gay porn on the Internet and jack off.

Much to my surprise, when Jeff would come home from a date, which was sometimes after breakfast, Ethan peppered him with a thousand questions about dating. You see, Ethan had never really dated before, not girls or boys. Of course, he couldn’t date boys—that would have been taboo—and he couldn’t go out with a girl unless he was accompanied by a chaperone. He wasn’t really interested in dating girls, of course, but he did miss the opportunity to socialize.

Ethan seemed shocked when I told him that I had dated girls and even fucked a few of them. “Are you bisexual?” he asked me. I just chuckled and explained that it was part of the pretense I had to put up to protect my real sexual orientation. As I mentioned before, I am not bad looking, and I was something of an athlete, so it would have seemed odd—and maybe even have given me away—if I had not dated girls now and then. And the silver lining was that I learned a few moves that I would later use with boys.

“Didn’t you find it difficult or unpleasant to have sex with girls?” Ethan asked me. “I mean, did you ever have a problem…you know…keeping it up?”

“Not really,” I explained. “I just imagined I was fucking their brothers or their dads.” I think Ethan thought I was just being silly, but it was the truth.

Jeff and I actually got Ethan interested in football and some other sports. We’d toss the football around, and Ethan seemed to enjoy the exercise and the male bonding. My favorite part, of course, was tackling Ethan and using that as an excuse to grope him, a move that he reciprocated whenever he got the chance.

After several scrimmages, Jeff and I realized just how puritan Ethan really was. He never cursed—it was hard enough to get him to say ‘heck’ or ‘darn’ let alone ‘shit’ or ‘fuck.’ We also discovered that he had never had a drop of alcohol. We knew that if we didn’t do something about that, he would never survive four years of college, so we came up with a plan.

We bought a couple of cases of beer and rented Saving Private Ryan, and every time one of the actors said ‘fuck,’ Ethan had to repeat it and take a swig of beer. Long before the movie was over, Ethan was already soused and had turned into a real potty mouth. Jeff and I made up the most vulgar statements we could think of and had Ethan repeat them, as best he could anyway. Some of the things that came out of his mouth were really twisted and hilarious, and his absence of inhibitions manifest themselves in other revealing ways too, such as groping our crotches or pulling out his dick and waving it in our faces. I didn’t mind it at all, but I was afraid that Jeff might take offense, but he didn’t. He even videotaped the whole thing so Ethan could watch the tapes later in case he forgot or denied what he had done.

Naturally, Ethan also came by the store on nights when I would be closing up. Sometimes he came alone, and sometimes he came with his uncle. At first, Mr. Sullivan just dropped Ethan off and came back to pick him up a couple of hours later, but then Ethan began asking him to come inside and stay with him, which Mr. Sullivan was more than happy to do.

Almost every time Ethan and his uncle helped me “close up the store,” I had other visitors—college students and soldier boys to share. Naturally, whenever my guests got a look at our big dicks, they wanted us to fuck them, and we were more than happy to oblige. Each of us usually managed to get our rocks off at least three times a night.

Like me, Ethan loved sharing these fuck fests with his uncle. He especially liked it when Mr. Sullivan would stand behind him while he was fucking some guy, wrap his arms around him, play with his nipples, and whisper obscenities into his ear. I’m sure he also loved the feel of his uncle’s hard cock rubbing against his thighs or butt as he drilled some guy.

Ethan also loved it when we had at least three guys to share. He loved doing round-robins where each of us would pound a guy for a few minutes and then rotate, fucking the next guy in line, and continuing until each of us had shot a load deep into our targets. Ethan always tried to hold out until the end because he loved to fuck a guy who already had my cum and his uncle’s inside him. I think it made him feel more connected to us, and I could relate because I loved penetrating a guy knowing that Mr. Sullivan’s juice was already in that canal to lube my eager cock. The icing on the cake was when Mr. Sullivan would then shove my wet cock into his mouth, devouring the last vestiges of his orgasm as well as mine, blending the cream into one sweet confection that I could taste when he then kissed me with his tongue deep in my mouth.

With summer recess nearing an end and college days beckoning, Mr. Sullivan and I agreed that we should give Ethan as much experience as we could before he went off into that brave new world of college and beyond. That opportunity presented itself when one of three guests in the store’s stock room, a young soldier, begged us for a double-dip.

With Ethan stretched out on a bench, we had the hunk lower himself onto Ethan’s big cock and then Mr. Sullivan and I took turns inserting our dicks up the guy’s ass along with Ethan’s. I loved the feel of not only fucking a hot young stud, but of rubbing my hard tool against Ethan’s as I was doing it. I’m sure that Ethan enjoyed that too—for the same reasons. That time, Mr. Sullivan shot first, and Ethan loved the feel of his uncle’s hot spooge coating his cock deep inside the soldier’s guts. I know he loved it because when I shot my load in there too, Ethan exploded instantly. Though Mr. Sullivan had shot first, he was still hard, and as soon as I pulled out, he shoved his pole back up the guy’s ass and stroked until Ethan finally went soft.

All the while, the soldier’s two buddies who had accompanied him watched and played with each other as well as with us. Ethan particularly enjoyed sucking on their tongues or dicks as Mr. Sullivan or I rubbed our shafts against his inside the first soldier’s fuck hole. When Mr. Sullivan finally pulled out, though, with his cock coated in cum from Ethan, Mr. Sullivan, and me, the soldiers could not resist. One quickly engulfed Mr. Sullivan’s cock, sucking up all the juice coating it, and the other lapped up the cum gushing out of his buddy’s ravaged hole.

With three loads of cum in their mouths, the two buddies stood over Ethan, kissing and swapping the nectar, some of which dripped down onto Ethan’s chest and face. When they saw that Ethan was enjoying the treat, they bent over and shared the rewards in a three-way cum kiss.

Seeing how Ethan was blossoming into a cum pig, I got a brilliant idea. The three soldiers who were with us that night had talked about how much they enjoyed sucking off their buddies at the fort. Those guys were all straight, or claimed to be, but they were more than happy to get their rocks off in a voracious mouth, even if that mouth belonged to another man. So, I had the guys call several of their comrades and invite them over. They must have driven like a bat out of hell because in the time that it took us to relax and regain our strength, they showed up at the door, raring to go. Mr. Sullivan had already left, so it was just Ethan, me, and eight horny soldiers eager to drain their aching balls.

As I positioned Ethan on a pad to cushion his knees, he looked up at me with curiosity, anticipation, and perhaps just a touch of fear. “Relax,” I assured him. “You’re gonna love this. We’re going to have a bukkake party, and you’re the guest of honor.”

Of course, the three soldiers who were already there had previously stripped naked. Of the five newcomers, two also removed all their clothes, but the other three kept on their uniforms. Personally, I found it to be a major turn-on watching three hot soldiers standing around with their dicks hanging out of their fatigues. My own rod stiffened even more when I learned that one of the soldiers was an MP and another was a drill sergeant. Grrr.

One by one, they each started stroking their cocks, and Ethan began to drool. I had them rotate every few minutes so that Ethan could get a close-up view of each one, and they took turns fucking his face. Ethan enjoyed the variety of cocks in his mouth—long ones, short ones; thick ones, thin ones; white ones, black ones—he relished them all. A couple of times, he even managed to get two in his mouth at the same time.

Some of the guys would reach over and jerk the cock of the man next to him, some didn’t, but none had any problem letting Ethan rub their balls as he sucked their dicks. A few times, Ethan even let his finger wander up to a guy’s butt hole. Some seemed to like that, some didn’t, but even the ones who objected did so politely. I heard one of the grunts, allegedly a straight one, lean over to Ethan’s ear and whisper, “Later, dude.”

One by one, the soldiers dumped their loads all over Ethan in the biggest cum bath I’ve ever seen. Most aimed for his open mouth or other parts of his face, but some coated his torso. Not wanting to see any of the spooge go to waste, the three soldiers who had swapped cum with him earlier in the evening lapped up all the residual nectar and fed it to Ethan in wonderfully sloppy cum kisses. Much to my own surprise, I even felt a slight twinge of envy as I watched Ethan enjoying himself so much.

The party was still in high gear when Mr. Sullivan showed up to pick Ethan up, so he just stood in a corner and watched for a while. I knew he wouldn’t be able to contain his horniness, and sure enough, he soon whipped out his own cock and started jacking with the rest of us. A few of the guys, on seeing him pump his big dick, walked over and sucked the monster until he eventually shot his wad. Mr. Sullivan had always drawn a line when it came to sex with his nephew, but the cum-loving soldiers had no such inhibitions, so they did not hesitate to transport the man’s cum over to Ethan and snowball him with his uncle’s seed.

A couple of the guys departed as soon as they had emptied their nut sacks, but most remained for a second round. All together, I calculated that Ethan had swallowed 20 loads, including two of mine, two of Mr. Sullivan’s, and two of his own.

After all the soldiers had departed, Ethan gave me a deep, syrupy kiss as he said good night, and Mr. Sullivan and I exchanged grins, silently congratulating ourselves on how much we had contributed to Ethan’s sexual education. But with less than a week left before Ethan had to go off to the University of Georgia, we also acknowledged that we still had more work to do.

(to be continued)