So a few weeks went by, and on a hot summer Friday, a case worker brought a new 19 year old guy, Kristian, to our house. He had just taken a bus up from the Atlanta area, and he was really tired, but damn, he was one of the cutest teenagers I had seen by that point. A killer smile, dimples, a cleft chin, perfectly styled light brown hair, very tall and tan. He was wearing a kind of sleeveless t-shirt that showed off beautifully pumped biceps and triceps and broad shoulders. You could tell he worked out or did manual labor, because even through his shirt you could see really well-developed pecs and abs. His pants showed off a really cute butt and a pretty nice bulge. Overall, I was immediately smitten.
I definitely knew I was attracted to older boys and men, even though I also occasionally had crushes on certainly girls as well.
Kristian seemed friendly but a bit quirky, slightly shy, and definitely nervous about being put into a foster home so far from home. The case worker asked my parents to get me and my siblings to leave the room so they could talk more privately about Kristian to them. Of course, while my siblings moved on to whatever they were doing, I lingered outside the sliding doorway to the living room, so I could eavesdrop.
To my surprise, I heard the caseworker say pretty bluntly things right in front of Kristian, which made me feel bad for him. She said, “As you saw from his file, he has not had it very easy with his family down in Georgia. His dad was charged with involving him in sexual activities with himself and Kristian’s stepmother, when he was younger. And Kristian developed some inappropriate behaviors, probably as a result of that, where as a young man, he’s been consistently getting into trouble at school for seducing girls in grades 2 years younger than his. It's not a statutory problem because of their ages, but still, he has clearly been fixating on hypersexual behavior with younger girls partly because of the activities that his parents involved him in when he was so young.”
I heard Kristian speak up then, and for the first time his shy, pleasant and polite Southern charm had a little bit of an edge in his voice. He said, “It was all things I wanted to do and they wanted to do, ma’am, I swear, and nobody forced me. And I didn’t force anyone else. I liked what I was doing, and so did the girls I dated.” She cut him off and said, “That may be your perspective young man, but your father was charged with inappropriate behavior and lost the privilege of parenting you for the next year. You will have the opportunity to be in contact with your parents, and there will be hearings before 12 months, about the status of returning you to live with them if we all agree that you are safe.” He was 19 I had already heard, so I think he was already in that realm in his state and ours, but anyway. I was glad they stopped talking about that, and that my parents were saying, “We’ll take great care of Kristian and provide a great structure and support for him here. He’ll be a real member of our family for as long as he’s in our care.” I could hear Kristian tear up and say “Thank you ma’am and sir. I am grateful.” He definitely had a Southern polite vibe.
The doors opened, and fortunately I had scrambled off to the den when I heard the discussion coming to an end. My dad came and found me and said, “Jay, can you please show Kristian around the house and help him bring his bags up to his room? He’s going to stay in the corner room next to yours.” I said “Sure, Dad, gladly.”
Kristian smiled at me and I offered to carry one of his heavy suitcases upstairs. We put his stuff down and he seemed really happy with the relatively spacious and nice bedroom. He said, “Y’all have it pretty good in this house, my parents definitely don’t have such a nice place. In fact my daddy just works at a golf course and he doesn’t make much, so we live in a really small house. That’s actually how some of the stuff started with my dad and step mom.” I played dumb because officially I didn’t know anything. Kristian smirked at me and said, “Little man, I could tell you were going to listen outside that door, so I suspect you heard what the case worker said. My dad and step mom used to get me to have sex with both of them, and even though the law didn’t like it, I definitely did, it was totally hot. It was amazing how my dad shared his sexy wife with me, taught me how to make a woman feel great… and honestly, she sometimes taught me things too, with him.” I was surprised he was just blurting this out. I wanted him to know I was non-judgmental though, so I just listened and said, “Uh, huh, that’s cool.” And Kristian continued, “So, I also didn’t think it was a big deal just to introduce girls 2 years younger than me to physical stuff. I didn’t push anyone into anything, I just had fun with them and they enjoyed it too.” I asked, “What kind of stuff?” and he said, “Everything. For whatever reason I was pretty popular at my school, and all of these girls wanted experience but from a nice guy. So I’d get a lineup basically of girls asking to go on dates with me. Which was fun as hell, Jay. The time I got in trouble, though, was when I got greedy and sloppy and brought this one girl into the boy’s locker room with me. She got two of her friends to come in with us. We thought nobody would come in there and we were all just making out and fooling around. These girls were kind of wild, having a competition over sucking my dick, that kind of thing. But then our assistant soccer coach just kinda walked in on us out of nowhere, and he dropped his equipment like he was stunned. It turns out that one of the girls was his daughter, oops! He was pissed. I think that’s actually why we got in trouble – I bet if it wasn’t his daughter he would have been turned on and joined in the fun, haha.”
Kristian asked, “Jay have you been experimenting yet?” I shyly said, “No, not really, I’m a little too young,” because I didn’t want to get into it after just meeting him, and certainly didn’t want him to know yet about what I had been up to with a few of my foster brothers, my brother and our dad. He smiled that beautiful smile at me and said, “Well, stick with your new big brother, and hopefully I can help you get lucky.”
I gave him a tour of the house, and he liked it. He seemed nervous about starting a new school in the fall, and trying to make new friends in a different state. But overall he was a charming guy, and easy to talk to. And I just was pretty much swooning over his adorable face with dimples and sparkling brown eyes, and his fit, lean and muscular build. A few times he caught me just kind of spacing out and staring at him, even staring at his nice package… and I swear he winked at me and said something like, “Eyes up here, buddy.” I blushed and he said, “Just kidding, little man, I don’t care. Honestly I’m used to it. Girls, boys, women, men, they all have been looking at me like that since I was your age. I think that’s part of how it was easy to get into so-called trouble with my dad and stepmom and those younger girls… it just came easily.
I was still nervous because I didn’t want him to realize I was crushing on him. It was very clear that he was a straight guy. So I just carried on with the tour and brought him back to the corner of the 2nd floor where his room was right next to mine. He playfully asked, “If I knock on the wall at night, will you knock back if you’re awake?” I said, “Um, I guess so, why would you do that?” He said, “Well… I’m in a strange new place without any friends here yet… and I always had company in my room. I’m not used to having a room to myself.” I thought that was odd, and I said, “You have siblings?” He said, “No, I mean, our house was really small, and my dad and stepmom would actually sometimes come and crash in my room if they had a guest staying in theirs, which was often. They’d make us all sleep in my bed! I actually liked it, they’d put my right between them.” I said, “Wow, that would never happen here. But sure, you can knock on the wall or my door anytime.” He smiled and said, “Thanks, and you can come to my room just about anytime, but just to warn you, if you don’t knock you’re probably gonna catch me jacking off to one of my magazines that my dad gave me before I left.”
I asked him what kind of magazines and he said, “I’ll show you” and went into his room. I saw him unzip a pocket of his big suitcase and he pulled out a couple issues of Playboy, an issue of Penthouse Letters, and one other more hardcore one. He kind of pulled me into his room so nobody in the hall would see what he was showing me. He said, “Don’t tell anyone I’m showing you these, but these are so hot.” He handed me a few to leaf through. I was immediately blushing and hard because the photos and the titles of the “stories” were very raunchy, and my sexy new foster brother was letting me look at his secret stash. He looked at my bulging package and said, “I guess it’s my turn to notice what’s going on in your pants, kid, looks like you’re into some of the same stuff as me.” I said, “Yes, Kristian, this is so cool. Thanks for showing me.” He warned me to not get caught, but said that I could look at his magazines anytime.
I could tell it was my cue to let him get settled in – maybe jerk off for all I knew – so I told him I was happy he was staying with us and that I’d see him later.
That night, after I had been in bed for a while, I did hear a soft knocking on the wall between our rooms. I knocked back in response. He knocked again and then I heard just two more insistent knocks that pretty much conveyed “Come Here.” So I got out of bed in my shorts and a t-shirt, went to his bedroom door and knocked. He quietly said, “Come on in, Jay.” I went in, and he was sitting up in bed, with the sheet over him, but shirtless and bathed in a warm glow from the desk lamp on the night stand next to him. His pecs were very well-developed, and he even had defined abs! He looked adorable and sexy. I asked if everything was alright.” Kristian answered, “I’m kinda freaked out being in this new place, to be honest, with nobody in here to keep me company. Would you mind staying in here with me tonight?” I said, “On the floor?” because his bed wasn’t very big and I didn’t think he’d want me to sleep *with* him. He said, “No, not the floor. I can scoot over and you can fit in here with me.” He patted the bed and said, “Please. I won’t bite, I won’t hurt you, it’s not weird.”
I said “Fine, no problem,” and went to crawl into bed with him. He surprisingly stopped me and said, “Only problem is it’s really hot in here and I don’t think you’re going to want that shirt and those shorts on.” I certainly didn’t want to strip down in front of this older, muscular, well-developed boy. But he kind of commanded, “Jay. We’re both guys. There’s nothing I haven’t seen. Get those clothes off.” I took my shirt and shorts off, leaving only my briefs on. He said, “Better,” and pulled me into the bed. When he pulled the sheet back, I was startled to find that he was completely naked under there. I said, “What the hell?” and he explained, “I’m from Georgia. It’s so hot there, we had to go around as close to naked as we could most of the time. I’m just used to it, so deal with it.” Little did he know that I was getting hard from the idea of climbing into bed next to a built, sexy older foster brother who was completely naked. He told me to face the nightstand and he almost immediately spooned me from behind as we both drifted closer to falling asleep. I was surprised, we had just met a few hours prior! And he was naked!
But we did fall asleep. In the middle of the night, Kristian’s heavy breathing woke me up, kind of a light snoring. He was sort of lightly mumbling and moving in his sleep, and he still had his arm draped over my arm and chest. Suddenly I realized that he had “morning wood” and it was poking me along my asscrack and tailbone. I was instantly turned on. It felt huge and so hard!! I made sure not to wake him up, but I also wriggled myself a bit closer to him so that I could feel his hard-on even better jammed up against my butt. He kind of moaned softly. I pushed back as if I were just stretching in my sleep, and could feel his big dick jumping and pulsing against me. He moaned again, mumbling something that sounded like “yeah, daddy, pound her” in his dream state. I pushed back again, and wedged his dick between my little butt cheeks. He mumbled something that sounded like, “Get mom wet so I can do her next.” Raunchy. So clearly he thought he was still home in bed with his dad and step mom. He was definitely still asleep, but I felt his arm move and his hand started to caress my chest and nipple. I decided to riskily push it and said in a deeper voice, “Yeah, son, push your dick against your mom and feel her nipples.” He mumbled, “Yes sir” and he grinded his hardon even more against my butt, and felt my nipple. I felt so naughty and didn’t want him to wake up and freak out. So I decided to restrain myself from taking it any further. His dream subsided, and I fell back to sleep with the wonderful feeling of his big cock lodged in my buttcrack.
When we woke up, he definitely did not have any clear memory of what happened. I didn’t mention it. I just smiled to myself, and wasn’t shy about looking when he crawled naked out of bed and across the room to grab some fresh underwear out of his suitcase, his cock still about 6” even though it was only a bit hard. He smiled at me and said, “Thanks for sleeping over, Jay, I appreciate you welcoming me. Now head downstairs and I’ll see ya down there in a bit.”
Kristian didn’t knock for me to sleep in his room again the next night. But we developed a pretty good brotherly friendship quickly. He and my brother got along well, too.
I did find the lure of Kristian’s magazine stash to be kind of irresistible, knowing that they were in his luggage. So next time he was out of the house for a longer period of time, I snuck into his room, closed the door, and looked for them. I was rewarded by finding a kind of crusty sock shoved into the same zippered compartment as the magazines. I looked through them and decided to lie on his carpeted floor so that I could sort of hump the carpet while I was looking at the raunchy material. I was so hard, and I was nervous about actually taking my dick out in Kristian’s room in case he unexpected came home. I wish he had offered that I could take a magazine to my own room, but I didn’t know if he would be angry if I did that. So I decided to just jerk myself off as quickly as possible. I pulled my shorts down, pulled out the more hardcore magazine that had pictorials of men and women fucking and doing oral. I was so turned on with the nervous energy that Kristian might catch me, that it took me no time to spray my load all over the place…. And unfortunately, got a bunch onto one of the spreads of the magazine. Oops. Hopefully he wouldn’t notice that the pages got kind of damp and maybe would stick together! I couldn’t risk staying in his room longer, so I just wiped up what I could and got out of there.
Meanwhile, in my own room, I had a secret stash of my own. I had this little safe where I kept some of my prized possessions – foreign coins, a little lockable journal, some buttons for my favorite rock bands, and some pages ripped out of whatever dirty magazines my brother’s and my best friend decided he didn’t need anymore. I also had this weird habit of writing a coded list of older boys and men that I fantasized about or found interesting. I’d write a sort of coded version of their name, then my imaginary stats for them, like I felt like I could guess that the gym teacher was 6’4” and had a “very thick long dick” but of course I couldn’t write that out. I had a private shorthand for it. Then I’d write a shorthand version of what I wanted to do with that person, but my imagination of what I could do or could have done to me was limited by my lack of experience and lack of exposure.
Anyway… I found out after a couple of months with Kristian in the house, that he was also curious and had been looking around my room when I was not around. I found out the hard way, by him teasing me. An almost 20-year-old studly college kid named Erik had come to stay with us for just about 2 weeks, and Kristian was spending more time with him than with me. I knocked on his door one afternoon, and let myself in, only to find the two of them listening to a radio and looking at one of Kristian’s magazines. “Hey, there’s the little squirt now,” Kristian said to Erik, with a smirk and a bit of an edge. “I guess he’s back to look through my stuff again and maybe even get the pages sticky.” They laughed, and I was bright red with embarrassment. “Kristian, um, I um….” I tried to apologize. But Kristian was busy trying to impress the older teenager.
Kristian said to Erik, “But that’s OK, because I’ve been doing some snooping of my own.” Erik asked him what he meant and Kristian looked at me with a lascivious smirk. He opened a dresser drawer and took out a few pages of magazines that had been in my safe – they happened to be a pictorial of 2 men and a woman basically oil-wrestling and having sex in a plastic-tarp-covered bedroom. Erik said, “That’s pretty hot stuff for a young man to be looking at.” Kristian said, “That’s not all… I found this…” And he produced a folded wad of paper that was my encoded list of lust objects. I was mortified and wanted to disappear. What if he knew what it all meant? Kristian unfolded it and read a few lines out loud. He sternly said to me, “What is this? I mean, it’s obviously a list of people and details about them, but it’s hard to tell what it is about.” I said, “I don’t know, it’s just nonsense.” Erik sneeringly said, “That’s obviously not true, dude. You’re going to tell us.” And he kind of lunged forward, grabbed me, and threw me onto Kristian’s bed on my back. He straddled me on his knees and held my forearms down against the bed. He was a much bigger, stronger older teen and I honestly got turned on by the aggressive domination he was showing. But I was scared. Kristian read out a few of the lines from my papers. He said, “Tell us what this one means or else Erik’s going to do something to you you won’t like.” I was so nervous, I said, “Um… that one is about my classmate Catherine. She’s the slut of the class, she likes to write dirty notes and pass them throughout the class and they’re usually pretty strong come-ons to any of the boys she is interested in.” Erik was sitting on my crotch, holding my arms down, and I could feel my dick getting hard, which I didn’t want him to notice. He demanded, “What are the numbers and other crap after the initials CMS?” I lied and said, “I like to imagine details, like, how many guys has she sucked or fucked, how big her boobs are, and other stuff like that.” The boys laughed and seemed to believe me, kind of. Kristian said, “That’s pretty cool, is she your age?” I said “Yes,” and he said, “I should find her at one of your school events and see if I can bang her then. Maybe even just take her under the bleachers in the gym at your school.” I got turned on by that image. I could tell Erik did too, as he kind of squirmed while holding me down, and I thought I could feel his crotch getting a bit more full and firm in his shorts. He had hairy muscular legs, and I honestly loved the feeling of being overpowered by him. He said to Kristian, “I think you’re going to have to share this Catherine with me, too, dude, she sounds like she’d be up for a gangbang even!” I played along and said, “Oh yeah, she talks about that kind of thing in her notes.” Erik and Kristian simultaneously said “Hot.”
Then Kristian read another line that started with “BR,SC” and said “Who’s that about?” I didn’t want to admit it was about my swim team coach, who I had such a major crush on. A blonde, stocky-beefy Scandinavian stud who always wore those short, tight square-cut Australian swim trunks as shorts. I hesitated and Erik wrestled me on the bed a bit, demanding, “Who is it?!” I tried to say it was some girl named Breanna, but he didn’t believe me because I had hesitated too much. He teased me by saying, “You’re lying, kid, I think it’s a guy. I think some of these notes are about guys aren’t they?”
I was absolutely terrified. I didn’t want these two strong and sexy older boys to bully me or tease me if they found out the truth. I said, “No, no you’re wrong.” But Kristian agreed with Erik, teasing, “You obviously cut out all the pictures that have guys in them along with the girls, and I have seen how you look at my package and stuff, Jay.” I disagreed but Erik doubled-down, he actually laid all of his body weight onto me, lying down on me to pin me down even more. It was totally erotic to be crushed by this beefy guy. He said, “Who is it really? We won’t make fun of you.”
I hesitantly said, “It’s about my swim team coach Brent. He sometimes makes us meet with him 1:1 in his office and he’ll talk to us about life and goals and our health development in addition to our swimming.” Kristian said, “So what, why is he on your list?” I said, “Well… um… he also sometimes uses himself to demonstrate proper development.” Erik was still lying on top of me pinning me down, and asked, “What do you mean?” I said, “Well, he acts like he is a health class teacher or something, and says it’s part of his responsibility as our coach to make sure we’re developing physically and emotionally. So he’ll sometimes show off his body to demonstrate muscular development and stuff.”
Kristian said, “And does he show you everything?” I blushed and said, “Um, yeah, he said he needs us to know about sexual development too and that we can talk to him about anything, so he has shown off his big dick and balls too, to show what a guy in his late 20s should look like.” Erik said, “Ew, that’s pretty fucked up.” But Kristian said, “Wait, that sounds OK to me, he is just teaching you like a sex ed teacher, right?” I hesitated, but said, “Well, yeah, usually, but he said that it’s good to get hands-on learning too.” Erik may or may not have been able to feel my hard on that was bulging against his body while he was slowly wrestling me on the bed. He said, “What do you mean?” And I answered, “well, you guys are going to make fun of me, but Coach Brent has made me touch his dick, to feel the weight, length and width of it.” Kristian said, “And what was it like?” I said, “Honestly it was pretty cool. It’s so heavy, it’s pretty massive. Like maybe 9 inches long and really thick compared to the guys in any of our magazines. And it gets kind of wet at the tip.” Erik looked stunned and said, “Dude! The coach is precumming when you feel his dick?” I didn’t really know that term but played along and said, “I guess! He also says that a hardon should never go to waste, and that it’s bad to let anyone get blue balls because it can damage you.” Kristian said, “So what does that mean?” And I replied, “Well, don’t think I’m sick but Coach has made me jerk his big dick off with my hands… he gets all out of breath and starts groaning kind of loud right there in his office and his dick gets even harder and bigger!”
Erik was definitely getting hard, I could tell. He wasn’t wrestling me anymore, just keeping me down by lying on top of me. “Go on,” he said. I continued, “Well… he even made me put it in my mouth.” Kristian kind of gagged on spit and said, “WHAT?!” I said, “I didn’t have any choice. He said that if I wanted to stay on the relay team, I needed to help him get rid of his hardon, and the best way would be to put my mouth on his dick. I am the best swimmer in my stroke, and I didn’t want to let my relay team down, so I just went along with it.” Erik was incredulous. He asked, “So what happened?” I answered, “I was sitting in a chair in his office, he took off all of his clothes because the blinds were closed and the door was locked. He was super-hard, and he just put this big thing up to my lips and ordered me to open up and take it in. He told me to treat it like an ice cream cone, told me to cover my teeth so I wouldn’t bite or scrape him. I could barely get my mouth around that thick thing, it was crazy.” Erik was clearly turned on by this, and he didn’t want me to feel his super-hard bulge, he got off of lying on top of me and just laid on the bed next to me. He asked, “What the hell, kid, did you like it???” I should have said no but instead I admitted, “Well, yeah, it actually felt kind of good once I got used to it… it was clean and it felt pretty cool on my tongue and in my mouth. I could tell that Coach was liking it. He kept grabbing my ears or the side of my head and pumping his dick into my mouth. He made me grab his ass, which has blond hair on it like his thighs and chest. He made me hold onto his asscheeks and take his dick as far into my throat as I could. I wanted to gag a few times but I figured out how to breathe through my nose and keep this big thing deep in my mouth without choking.
Kristian was kind of in awe, and he said, “Hey kid, if it makes you feel more at ease telling us about this, my dad used to feed me his dick too after fucking his wife. He always wanted me to clean her juices and his cum off him so he could get to work without showering, and stuff like that. I kind of just thought it was a normal part of growing up, I didn’t know any better. He made it seem like the normal thing that a kid does for his dad. It wasn’t gay, I was just helping him out like he asked me to. And my stepmom would watch with this sexy smile, she definitely got turned on by seeing me licking and cleaning up my dad. I got off on that, watching her watching me. And my dad has a really respectable dick, too, it’s at least 8.5 inches. Not that easy to take into my throat, but I did it because I love him. And the pussy juices on him, mixed with his load, tasted pretty fucking delicious.”
Erik was turned on by this because it involved a chick. He said, “Man, you’re making me kinda hard with that, it’s fucked up.” Kristian said, “It’s OK if you want to jerk off in here and relieve the pressure. I think we all can use some relief.”
Erik didn’t even think for a second, he just started shucking his shorts and Kristian did too. Then Erik forcefully grabbed my shorts and pulled them off, and laughed when he saw how completely hard I was. He said, “Very nice kid, you’re developing pretty well. Maybe Coach Brent is on to something feeding you with his protein diet.”
Kristian suggested that we all look at some of his magazines and circle jerk. Erik readily agreed. I was more turned on by seeing their hard dicks and their stroking techniques than by the magazines. Then Kristian got a devious look on his face and said to me, “Jay, I think Erik doesn’t have enough lube for that dick. I think you’re going to have to help him out.” I thought he meant that I should spit on his hand or something like that, but he grabbed the back of my head playfully but forcefully, and basically shoved my face into Erik’s crotch. Erik’s beautiful dick was right in front of me, and I really wanted to just start sucking it. Erik was like, “I don’t know, man, this is pretty extreme for me.” And Kristian said “Dude, just let the kid suck your dick, you’re going to love it.” And he shoved my face directly into the big, hard dick that was waving at my mouth. I stuck out my tongue and opened my mouth wide, and Erik just kind of easily slid it in pretty deep. He let out a loud sigh as I clamped my wet mouth down around his sausage and said, “Dammmmn, that feels amazing! Keep it up,” so I began to give him the best blowjob I knew how at that age. Kristian stood next to the bed so he could watch and occasionally slap me on the shoulder, the back of the head, even my asscheeks to cheer me on. “Come on Jay, eat that dick, you know you are born to be a cocksucker. It’s obvious that you want as many cocks in your slutty mouth as possible!”
I did. He was right! I was definitely being further awakened into realizing what a hungry cocksucker I was, and how much I loved being gently dominated and gently used by older guys. It was amazing that these straight older teenagers wanted me to lick and suck them and help them get off, and I knew I was hooked for life. With as filthy as it was to be sucking Erik in front of Kristian, I was also having fantasy thoughts about having Coach Brent there too, so that there’d be a sexy blond guy in his late 20s, Erik as the older beefy teen, and Kristian as the fit 16 year old, all feeding me their big dicks and maybe even finding more ways to use me.
Just then I think Kristian must have read my mind, because he actually moved around to my ass. I was lying on my stomach on the bed now, with Erik filling my face with dick. My ass was sticking up and Kristian began to gently massage my buttcheeks, and gently finger my asshole with his thumb. He was tracing around the outside of it, then he would spit on his hand and wet my ass with it, just teasing my hole. It felt amazing. Electric, conjuring up a craving to have him push further and actually stick his thumb or finger into me.
Erik seemed a bit incredulous and said “Ew, Kristian, what the hell man, why are you fingering his ass like it’s a pussy? Are you really gay?” Kristian calmly said, “No man, it’s all good. My dad used to do this to me to relax my ass muscles while I’d be eating out his wife… He told me that all real men actually enjoy having their ass played with and that I should just get into it. It feels really good, the nerve endings around your hole…. And then….. when someone starts fingering you open….” He said this while he starting sliding a wet finger into my very very tight young asshole…. Which felt slightly sharp and painful but also felt like I wanted more, as I got used to it. Kristian continued, “…. It makes you want more in your ass. Especially once you know where the prostate is and it gets stimulated, it leads to the best possible orgasm.”
Erik was enjoying my oral service so much and was so hard, I could tell he was playing “tough guy who couldn’t imagine anal play” but was secretly intrigued. He said, “So, go on, let’s see you really give it to Jay then.” Kristian wet his fingers again and got 2 up into my tight little hole, then gradually worked three in, stretching and spreading my pink entrance until I was literally grinding my hips and my cock against the bed, and with my mouth full of Erik’s thick dick, I was trying to beg Kristian to put something even bigger into my ass.
Kristian picked up on it and he went over to his suitcase, and produced a bottle of lube and a rubber buttplug. I was shocked that this straight guy would have those things, but he explained, “You guys will think this is weird, but my dad gave me this as a farewell gift before I had to come up here. He used to use it on both me and my stepmom! He was a raunchy mofo, for sure, and he liked to fuck my ass with it while I was fucking his wife. Then sometimes he'd shove it up her ass while I was fucking her pussy. So this thing has seen some action…. Now it's your turn, Jay.”
I was scared. It looked kind of big, but at least it was tapered from a small tip to a larger base. Kristian brought it over, drenched it in lube, rubbed a lot of lube into my ass crack and shoved a bunch into it with 2 fingers. Then he made me lift my ass up off the bed further, and said, “Keep sucking Erik, and just breathe as I work this thing in. You can push down on it while it enters you, and that makes it easier to get it in, for some reason.”
It felt amazing from the first moment, to feel this slick silicone toy enter my young ass. He knew what he was doing, and exactly the right rate with which to put a bit more in and get me used to it. Soon enough, a lot of the plug was inside me and I felt so satisfyingly full. My ass was stretching and accommodating the girth and length, and it felt amazing. I got even harder and kept licking and sucking Erik’s massive meat while Kristian began to stroke the buttplug in and out of my hole. He’d shove it in a bit deeper and harder each time. Soon I could feel it was hitting something deep inside me, which must have been my prostate.
Erik was into it – getting his cock expertly sucked by a younger dude, watching my ass violated by this black rubber toy. He told Kristian, “Come on man, let’s fuck the shit out of him together, and use him the way you know Coach wants to use him. Plow his ass with that thing exactly as fast and hard as I fuck his face.” They synced up and I felt so full and so used, and so happy. It was sexy to hear Erik’s voice commanding Kristian, “Yeah, fuck that boy pussy, fuck the hell out of it the way your dad fucked yours. Make him feel like he has a big dick in there, because you know that’s what we’re doing next time. Gonna feed him our big cocks and blow our loads deep into those guts so it’s dripping out of him all day.” This filthy talk turned me on as much as the actual sensation of being spitroasted by these handsome older boys.
Kristian said, “Yeah man, I can’t wait for next time to actually shove my big dick into this tight hole now that I can see what he can take. We’re going to tag team him and fill him up together.” Erik was breathing much more rapidly and his balls were tightening up, clearly indicating he was close to cumming. Kristian said, “Spray Jay’s face with your cum, dude. We’re not even going to let him wash it off. Make him go downstairs with dried cum on him, and see if anyone notices, hahah.” Erik was clearly turned on by that idea because he started bucking into my mouth more vigorously and grunting, “I’m gonna come, I’m gonna come, watch out.” He pulled out, and the most intense ropes of hot white cum just covered my nose, cheeks, lips and chin.
That pushed Kristian over the edge too. He left the plug in my ass, but he came around and stood wanking in my face, teasing my cummy lips with the head of his rock-hard dick. He furiously stroked it and soon enough he was painting my face, too, with a similarly healthy load. Damn! That was so hot to be owned by two guys.
Erik told Kristian, “Finish fucking the kid so he comes quick, before we get in trouble downstairs.” Kristian came back around and resumed fucking my ass with the buttplug, and told me to lift up onto my hands and knees so my hard dick was accessible. He reached under me and gave me a few strokes in tune with his ass-invading strokes, which felt amazing. I began stroking myself in the same way, and I couldn’t resist moaning and groaning as my intense orgasm built up from deep inside me. “Fuck me, daddy,” I moaned, “Fuck me coach, fuck me bro….” I was revealing a bit much as I begged for even more. Kristian kept it up and soon I was involuntarily kind of yelling, “I’m going to come now!!” Ropes and ropes of cum shot out of me like a rocket and covered the bedsheet. I was so happy and relieved and felt so grateful that these two older boys had “used” me but treated me well.
Erik and Kristian both seemed in a sudden hurry to clean up and return to normal. We each staggered our departure from that bedroom to different bathrooms to wash off, and agreed to casually separately go back downstairs so nobody thought we had been up to anything fishy.
I did thank the two older boys and they were like, “Anytime, little bro, you know we want that mouth and that ass to be available whenever we gotta get off.”
I’ll finish this story with Chapter 5 in the near future.
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