The Odd Boy

by Caliban

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Part One

I was always the odd boy in my family. Let us make that our entire neighbourhood. I grew up in a mining town and the suburb we lived in was like planet butch. Dad, Ben 2nd was a mineworker just like his dad Ben 1st, before him. My older brother… You guessed it, was Ben 3rd. I got named Joseph after my father’s best friend. He was also my godfather. Everyone, however, referred to me as Joey. Joseph, my godfather, was referred to by his nickname Sep. Sep was in the building trade.

My dad’s brother Samuel, Sammy, also worked in the mines. We all lived close to one another and were a bit clannish. Sheryl, my mom, was an ‘import,’ and her family lived rather far away. There was no formality in the family, and all only used first names or nicknames. The three Ben’s, Sammy, and Sep were big stocky men. Sammy had two sons, one my age, sixteen, and the other, two years younger. Like my brother, they were also carbon copies of their father. Sep, dad’s best friend, was virtually part of our family. Sep had two very young daughters.

At family gatherings, all the women sat in the kitchen. All the men stank out the lounge, with masculine odours and cigarette smoke permeating the room. It was here where I stuck out like a sore thumb. Taking after my petite mother, who was five foot four inches tall, I was only five foot seven inches in height, as opposed to the six-foot-plus bodies of all the other men. Even my youngest male cousin, at fourteen years of age, was already five foot ten inches tall. As if that wasn’t bad enough, I was also very slim. Being a bookworm and a bright student, I simply did not fit in with the raucous sports watching and beer drinking hooligans.

My brother was a lot more laidback than dad, who was quite aggressive. Ben, my brother, was always very protective of me, which was a good thing in our rough neighbourhood. Affable, as he was, however, you didn’t look for shit with my brother.

My father took a lot of great strain with me. With a perplexed look on his face, he would often just shake his head while observing me.

I remember him once saying, “Why don’t you go play with the other boys and cause some shit for a change? For fuck sake, just break something and get into shit, as other boys do!”

On another occasion, I recall overhearing dad ask Sammy, “How the fuck did I end up with a wuss like Joey?”

Naturally, we did not have a warm and loving father and son relationship. What further scared the shit out of me was that I had realized I was gay. If my dad found out, I felt sure that he would probably go berserk and definitely, shoot me.

Freddie was a seventeen-year-old guy who frequently coerced me into sexual activity at his home after school. Thus far, he hadn’t fucked me, but I was sure that occurrence wasn’t too far off. He was a lumbering oaf, and I wasn’t crazy about him. Freddie, the oaf, lived a few houses down from us and would always accompany me home from school. both his parents worked and all his older siblings were already out of the home.  Private access to me, therefore, wasn’t an issue. I always tried to escape these torments, but he was extremely persistent.

Freddy was inept in the sex department, and thankfully, a sprinter of note. Happily, our sessions were brief and over within a minute or two before he became overexcited and shot his load.

Around this time, there was a drama in the neighbourhood when Sep’s wife decided to divorce him. His divorce was no great surprise to any of us. She remained in their house and Sep moved in with us until he could sort himself out. Not only did he move into our home, but into my bedroom.

Two years before, my brother and father had converted our attic into a loft for my brother Ben. My brother was crazy about his new pad, and much as I adored him, I loved my newfound privacy.

Because there were two three-quarter beds in my bedroom, however, I now had to cohabit with dad’s best friend. I always liked Sep but wasn’t crazy about the new setup. Sep was kind of goofy and acted like the world’s oldest teenager.   

The first few nights after Sep moved in, were uneventful. Sep took to walking around our room naked and frequently scratched his balls. He would constantly stand next to my desk as I did my homework, chatting and absentmindedly scratching his crotch. That same hand would then be put on my shoulder or used to ruffle my hair. Often when his hand passed close to my face, I would get a whiff of his strong genital odour. I never knew where to look during these episodes.

Once, after he returned from a piss, he retracted his foreskin and removed a pubic hair that had got lodged in his hood before giving his cock a good shake afterward.

With every passing day, Sep’s demeanour kept changing toward me. It was almost as if he was becoming more and more affectionate with me. He began holding my arms or stroking my back and head when we chatted. A few nights later, I awoke to find him bending over me. When I asked what the matter was, he said that I had been so quiet that he wondered if I was okay. Then, sitting next to me, he placed his hand on my forehead to check my temperature. After ruffling my hair, he bent over and gave me a goodnight kiss on the forehead.

A short while later, I heard him plucking his dick, Later, muted grunts followed as he unloaded.

Sep asked me how often I wanked the following night, once the light got switched off.

“From time to time,” I uncomfortably replied.

Laughing, he then said, “Then you don’t take after your dad or me… Growing up, we often had wanking competitions to see who could cum the quickest and shoot the furthest.” Resuming he continued, “Your dad always unloaded the quickest, but I out-shot him by a mile.”

We lay in silence for a while before he asked, “Do you want to have a wanking competition?”

I was perplexed at this point before mumbling, “Not really.”

After turning the bedside light on, Sep walked to the door and locked it before saying, “Come on, it’ll be fun.”

As I stood awkwardly, he pulled my underpants down. Sep’s cock was already rock-hard and as he began tugging on it, looking at me encouragingly. After a short while, I was erect and wanking along with him. Standing directly before me, he began slapping my cock with his dick.

“Let’s have a sword fight,” he said, guffawing. I played along for a while as we both giggled. “Let me show you something,” Sep suggested.

He had a long ample foreskin, and after opening the front of the hood, he told me to push my knob inside the aperture. Once in, Sep commenced shuffling our docked cocks.

“How does this feel?” he asked.

“Awesome,” I replied.

In control of our cocks, he kept varying the pace. Slow, then quick, then very slow, then fast.

“I… think… I am gonna cum,” I soon announced in halting gasps.

“Cum Joey, go for it, don’t hold back,” he gushed.

As I shot my load, jizz began oozing through his fingers. Undocking our dicks, Sep lifted his hand to his mouth and licked all my seed off his fingers. There was a wild horny look in his eyes.

“You’re going to have to help me out now,” he said before placing his hand on my shoulder and pushing my body downward. Mesmerized, I opened my mouth to receive his slimy cock.

“Yes, Joey… I’ve wanted this for the past few weeks… Fuck yeah, Joey, suck your godfather’s knob… Aaaaah, mmmm, that’s it, boy. That’s, the way… Yes Joey, yes, take it deeper, come on Joey let’s go all the way… Just a bit more boy, mmmm… Aaaaah. Milk my fucking snake, boy… Use your tongue… Oh, that is goood, I… I’m going to cum… Nnnh, fuck yeah… Fuuuck yeah,” he stammered as his body shook uncontrollably. 

I now fully understood why Sep had always won the shooting competition. I almost drowned with all the jizz he flooded down my throat. His cum, however, tasted awesome. It was sweat, unlike the bitter-tasting juice from Freddie, the oaf.

Lifting me afterward, Sep enfolded me in his arms and began kissing me sensually. Massaging my arse, he pulled my body into him. His smooching was awesome, totally unlike Freddie’s frantic slobbering. Sep then lifted my body and placed me on the bed. I offered myself to him, like a puppy begging to have its stomach scratched. After climbing on top of me, our erotic kissing continued as he gently ground his pelvis into me.

Sep’s invasion of my room was getting better by the minute, and the sensuality of his lovemaking was incredible. There was no hurry at all, just the sustained ecstasy of two people pleasuring one another to the maximum.

After lifting his head, Sep asked, “Are you ready for some more liquid refreshment?”

“Definitely,” I replied.

Straddling my body, Sep began tossing his knob. I was entranced as I watched his foreskin lazily sliding to and fro, caressing the head of his cock. I ran my hands up and down his thighs as I watched transfixed. Quickening his pace, he moved slightly forward. Instinctively, I opened my mouth. The second load sprayed the roof of my mouth before cascading down my throat. I revelled in the abundance of his nourishment.

Cleaning his cock afterward, I imbibed the rich masculine smell of his sweaty crotch. I was becoming totally addicted to this odour. As he lowered his body onto me he asked, “Do you want to cum again?”

“No, I’m good,” I replied. We kissed for a short while before Sep lifted his head and said, “Make sure your butt is clean tomorrow night. Do you still have your cherry?”

“Yes,” I replied.

“Well, then I’ll be claiming it,” he concluded.

After Sep moved back to his bed, we were both in dreamland shortly afterward.

The following day I really had to go all-out trying to avoid a session with Freddie. I put on an academy, award-winning performance feigning illness. Reluctantly, he let me off the hook.

I gave myself a thorough cleansing that night as all the men sat in the lounge. Fortunately, mom went to bed straight after washing the dishes and would be in la-la land shortly afterward. My dad was also renowned for dozing off into a deep sleep within seconds of his head hitting the pillow. Goodness knows when they had sex!

After Sep arrived in our room he locked our door. Standing at my bed, he removed his underpants before getting rid of mine.

With a horny look in his eyes, he said, “Turn over, boy, I’ve been dreaming about your hole all day long.”

After pushing my legs apart, he opened my cheeks with his hands and commenced rimming me. Sep’s lip onslaught was stunning as my butt hole got lubricated and prodded by his hot tongue.

“Nnnh, Nnnh… Nnnh,” I sighed, accompanied by slushy sounds from Sep as he primed the cherry he was about to claim.

Finally moving on top of me, he said, “Don’t tense, boy, just relax and allow me to unlock you.”

Soon, I could feel the head of his dick begin to nudge and prod my arse lips. Sep’s pushing was gentle, and after a momentary twitch of pain, he prized my lock open, claiming his prize.

“Aah, aaaah… Aaaaaah.” I uttered, gritting my teeth.

“Are you okay Joey?” he asked.

“Yes… Yesss, fucking yes,” I yelped.

Once all in, Sep’s hips now began their victorious dance. Sep rolled his hindquarters rhythmically, triumphantly revelling in his conquest as my sphincter capitulated.

“Nnnh… Nnnh… Aaaaah… Your tight butt is fucking awesome, Nnnh… Aaah.” Sep intoned on and on as our combined pleasure just kept scaling greater heights.

Sep now tackled my neck and ears as I sighed and grunted with delight as his hot breath scorched my head.

“Clamp onto my knob, baby, tighter… Tighter… Fuck yeah, baby, lock yer fuckin’ lips on my knob. Nnnh, yesss, yesss… Work those muscles boy.”  Sep boorishly intoned.

With all the anal pleasure and my cock grinding into my sheets, I began to unload, gasping feverishly. Sep was also fast approaching orgasm and followed shortly afterward, roaring as his body jerked in triumphant bliss.

Not long after, after turning onto my stomach, round two got underway. This time, the sex was sensual and we never stopped kissing throughout.

When Sep finally moved back to his bed later, I lay awake reflecting on the past two nights. The euphoria I felt was mind-blowing. This new routine in my life had taken a very unexpected and brilliant turn for the better. I wasn’t sure how long Sep would be living with us, but I hoped with all my heart that he wouldn’t be moving out for a very long time.

With my butt filled with spunk, I drifted off to sleep, as contented as a baby suckling on his mother’s teat.

The following day I was unable to avoid Freddie. He was now totally determined to take my cherry. I let him do so, believing he was my first penetrator. I simply did not have the heart to burst his bubble. Of course, he was as useless as ever and overexcited as he was, came within a minute of entering me. The proud look on his face afterward was quite comical. Freddy went into raptures about my defloration. Unfortunately, I was in no doubt that my torment by Freddy would now escalate.

Part Two:

With six months of my penultimate year at school to go, sexual activity continued with Sep, my godfather, and bothersome Freddie who lived down the road. Sep had settled into my room, which didn’t bother my parents and did not bother me at all. Our nightly sessions were the highlight of my day. My occasional interludes with Freddie in the afternoons were as boring as always, but thankfully, over very quickly. The thought that some poor woman would have to endure Freddie in the future made my heart bleed. At the end of that school year, Freddie thankfully left for college, and my torment ended.

After deciding about a college I would be attending the following year, which was in a city about two hundred miles away, Sep got a job in that city. When Sep suggested I could stay with him the following year, in reciprocation for all the hospitality my parents had shown him, my parents were delighted by the cost-saving.

During the last three months of my school days, Sep moved out and relocated to his new environment. Sep’s absence was actually a good thing for me scholastically.

A week before commencing college, I moved in with Sep. Great as our sex had always been, we had to restrain ourselves in my parent’s home. What I was about to find was that with the restrictions gone, Sep was about to take me on a far more hectic sexual journey and that he was far kinkier than I had realized. Fortunately, Sep was respectful of my need to focus on college and, therefore, off-limits to him before nine o’clock on weekday evenings. After nine p.m., however, things got wild in the apartment.

In the months’ Sep had lived on his own, he had prepared for my arrival. My ‘official’ bedroom was essentially a fuck-room. He had bought an iron-framed bed, with a very solid structure, and a custom-made mattress covered in thick black plastic. With a tiled floor in that room, things could get as messy as necessary. Although this room was regularly used, I shared Sep’s bed in the main room.

Sep had also selected the apartment to perfection. It was the furthest unit from the entrance, in the complex, with a secluded front door. No one ever ventured to our side of the building. He had a completely private carport, so nobody could observe the coming and going of visitors. Our only adjoining neighbour was a geriatric who was deaf, and so noise was never a problem.

Sep had bought a very sophisticated video recorder, and this machine would be frequently used. Apart from our nightly sessions, Friday nights would get spent at an adult bookstore he particularly liked, and on weekends, there was a remote cruising park that he had earmarked for action. Sep, as I would learn, was into voyeurism in a big way. Don’t get me wrong, he liked participating in sex, but he especially wanted to watch and record me being fucked.

Both the bookstore and the park attracted predominately blue-collar straight men. Having grown up in my family, these sorts of guys were not off-putting to me or Sep, who was in the building trade. I had imagined an exclusive relationship with my godfather, so this new development was somewhat of an adjustment for me to make.

I was rather nervous as we arrived at the secluded bookstore, on the second Friday, after I had moved in with Sep. As he acquired the tokens before moving through to the back section, a stocky man hovered around ogling me intently. He wasn’t very good-looking, but rather sexy. When Sep and I moved through to the back section he followed. As we milled about, ‘Stocky’ shadowed our every move. Sep had not missed his interest and presently engaged him in conversation.

After a very brief chat, Sep asked, “Do you want Joey to suck you off?”

“Fuck yeah,” he instantly replied. The three of us moved into one of the booths before I was ordered to my knees. Stocky whipped out his dick in a heartbeat. I had never encountered a man with a non-retractable foreskin before. His knob was a solid eight inches, and the foreskin was stuck to his cock-head. I began giving head, as Sep’s hips banged my head into Stocky’s crotch. As I sucked him, he and Sep locked heads and began snogging. I could feel an occasional drip of saliva on my head, as they tonsil-washed each other.

“Do you want to fuck Joey?” I heard Sep asked between slobbers from above.

“Fuck yeah,” Stocky once again answered. We all removed our pants and underpants before Stocky began nudging at my arse lips. Sep took up station behind Stocky and began rimming him as Stocky’s thrusting got underway. Stocky was in heaven with the double stimulation and occasionally stopped his thrusting to allow Sep uninterrupted access to his manhole as he bent over me. After lifting once again, he would then solidly butt-fucked me for a while, before repeating the process. With his body moving up and down for a good ten minutes, he eventually unloaded into me.

Sep immediately attacked my butt afterward, sucking Stocky’s load out of me.

After Stocky left, I sucked and got fucked by a further two guys. The same procedure as before was followed with both men.

When we got home Sep got stuck into me. With the visual stimulation he had experienced, he was well-fuelled for our session. Although voyeurism was an elixir to him and using me as a tool in this practice aroused him incredibly, Sep also loved fucking me.

The following day I was initiated into the park action. As we stood at his pickup, an old jalopy pulled up near us. The guy getting out of the vehicle looked like a total hillbilly. He was scruffy and tall, with a tobacco-filled bottom lip. As he sauntered in our direction, he occasionally spat. Sep told me to lower my pants and turn around offering my arse to him.

“Want to fuck my boy?” he asked the hillbilly.

“Yip, sure do,” he replied in a real southern drawl, as he spat once more.

We ascertained his name was Dreyfus, after a brief introduction. Observing his knob once it had been liberated from his dirty jeans, my heart almost stopped. Dreyfus had one of the biggest cocks I would ever see in my lifetime. When he began lifting the huge pole with his grubby hand, we heard an approaching vehicle. I quickly pulled up my pants, as Dreyfus zipped up his log. Sep then asked him, “Would you like to join us at home?”

“Fuck yeah… Lead the way,” he answered, before spitting another huge glob.

Sep was bristling with horniness as Dreyfus followed us home. I was a little nervous thinking about his huge dick.

“I am going to video this… Fuck yeah, Joey, this is going to be epic!” Sep stated almost drooling. Sep almost dislocated his neck between watching the road ahead and constantly checking out the rear-view mirror, to make sure Dreyfus was following. Sep looked like a man completely processed by lust.

Dreyfus had fortunately extracted the tobacco from his mouth before our arrival. After entering our home, we moved through to the fuck-room immediately. He then asked Dreyfus if he would mind being videoed. “Nah, not at all,” Dreyfus replied.

“Okay, so here’s what I want you to do,” Sep informed us, setting the scene. “Joey, I want you to strip and get on the bed. I’ll first begin filming you tied up and naked. The focus then moves to you, Dreyfus. I’ll film you undressing before you climb on the bed. From there on Dreyfus, you simply do your thing, anything you want.” As an afterthought, Sep added, “Dreyfus, it would be great if you toy with your knob for a short while with lust in your eyes, before getting on the bed.”

I got naked and was soon lying on the bed face down, with my wrists tied by leather restraints, to either side of the headboard. As the filming began I observed Dreyfus, who appeared to have taken wholeheartedly to his starring role. He slowly removed his clothing and then stood looking at me lustfully, schlong in hand. Moving onto the bed his body covered mine, before he began kissing my neck and ears. Dreyfus truly amazed me. I had expected a ‘jump-on and get it over with’ approach, but instead, he was unbelievably sensual.

With his log nestled between my cheeks, he pulled my head to the side and began kissing my mouth. The tobacco flavour of his saliva wasn’t as hectic as I had feared. On and on, Dreyfus leisurely ground himself into me as we made love. At one point Sep asked when he was going to fuck me.

“Yer said I must do my thing… well, this is how I do it,” he stated emphatically.

Turning off his machine, Sep spoke, “Well then I’m going to take a drink and smoke break. Please don’t enter him before I get back.”

“No problem,” Dreyfus replied.

Once Sep had left, Dreyfus untied my wrists and turned me onto my back. After lowering himself onto me, he ardently began kissing me. The taste of his mouth, and strong man-stink emanating from him, totally intoxicated me. Lifting his head he asked, “Is it possible to get private access to you?” 

“Well, I don’t have any lectures after twelve on Wednesdays,” I replied.

“Will we be alone?” He inquired.

“Yes, Sep only gets home after five,” I answered.

“Well, I can work around that. Make sure you slip me your number before I leave,” he conspiratorially responded, before returning to my mouth.

When Sep returned, he asked us to resume our earlier station, which we did. Dreyfus then lifted his body and moved his mouth down to my hole. After licking my hole for a short while, Dreyfus got to his knees. As his long finger entered my manhole he asked, “Is yer pussy hungry?”

“Yes,” I replied, “My pussy is starving for your meat.”

Jesus… we’re like two total pros,’ I thought.

“Feedin’ time,” he declared as his thick fillet began to nudge at my hole. I got so incredibly turned on that my pucker began gobbling on his knob. I gasped as his dick slid all the way in. As Dreyfus began thrusting he said, “Eat baby, feed on my fuckin’ meat.”

Dreyfus again untied my wrists, and slowly began turning my body. Once I was on my back, with my hands and legs in the air, he lowered his head and commenced kissing me powerfully. Sep was panting with lust as he moved around filming the scene, like a camera operator on a porn action set. As our fucking intensified we became less and less aware of Sep, totally absorbed in our ecstasy. Much as I was nuts about Sep, Dreyfus was taking me to new heights that I never knew was possible. I hoped like hell I would be seeing more of him, and if so, knew I would count the minutes between our Wednesday appointments.

Dreyfus took his own sweet time and varied his pace magnificently. His mouth was locked to my lips as he rode my hole. His groans of contentment were met by my muffled sighs of pleasure. I could feel his nuts slapping against me, to grunts of delight from Sep, who was filming the action behind us. This had all become too much for me, and I began unloading between our joined bodies. “Cum in his mouth,” Sep instructed Dreyfus, as Sep moved next to the bed.

When Dreyfus lifted his torso and scooted over my body, Sep was ready and waiting. Dreyfus began spewing a bucket load of cum all over my face, and into my mouth.

Afterward, we all returned to the lounge for a drink. I surreptitiously slipped Dreyfus my phone number when he left. Sep sat at his computer for the next hour, before he finished editing the stick of our afternoon’s action. Back in the fuck room, it was soon playing on the flat screen, before Sep took his turn with me. As I got solidly fucked, I have to admit, that watching the hot scene on the television was awesome.

Happily, I did see Dreyfus the following Wednesday, without the manic cameraman in attendance. Unknown to me at the time, was that I would be seeing a lot more of Dreyfus in the future, and would be spending much more time with him than I ever imagined.

The following Friday, Sep and I met someone else, who would also become a regular. Once we were in the back section of the bookstore we encountered Tubby. He was aptly named and had an expressive, handsome face. Tubby was, actually a little more than tubby, and bordered on the fat side. Although Tubby’s cock was only six and a half inches long, he had an incredibly bulbous dick head. His specialty was to pop it in and out of one’s butthole, repeatedly. As I got plopped over and over, Tubby’s big stomach rested on my backside. Wedging his head between Tubby’s substantial arse cheeks, Sep’s face battled valiantly to locate Tubby’s manhole.

When Sep began to rim him, Tubby convulsed with pleasure. Tubby then pulled the chair that was behind us, next to him, and lifted his right leg onto it. With Tubby’s widened stance, Sep could properly access the hole he had fought so hard to rim. I then turned and fell to my knees before Tubby. As I began sucking his dick and licking his balls, Tubby anchored himself by placing his hands on the booth wall. The sounds emanating from our booth were almost comical, as Tubby began to grunt with horniness.

Sep soon got up and plugged straight into Tubby’s slick hole. I moved the chair in front of Tubby and sat down, so I could suck him while Sep fucked him. When Sep unloaded, I jumped up and took station behind Tubby. I also did not last too long before seeding his arse. Sep, of course, got to his knees immediately, to suck our two loads out of Tubby’s backside. Once Tubby lifted his body, I again moved before him to receive his next load.      

Tubby became a regular at our home on Friday evenings after that, when his wife was otherwise engaged. Sep loved videoing me being plugged, and unplugged by Tubby’s knob, and got very excited watching Tubby’s huge body humping me. Truthfully I didn’t mind and adored Tubby. Sep would then join in, after placing the camcorder on the tripod. A mass of bodies then writhed on the bed, fucking, sucking, and kissing. Tubby always had us in hysterics with his wonderful sense of humour. Tubby particularly loved piss-play, which was always a pivotal feature of the evening.

As far as the park was concerned, Sep soon discovered that Sundays were busier than Saturdays. Sep also became more and more demanding every Sunday and wasn’t satisfied until I had been fucked numerous times. What I found strange, was how compliant the guys were with Sep, as far as being filmed was concerned. One Sunday I was fucked by twelve guys. The finale consisted of a double fucking by two well-hung men.

When we got home, my arse was so sore that I refused Sep’s advances for the first time. He happily wanked himself, once he had edited his cache from the afternoon’s action.  

When college holidays arrived, Dreyfus had a brainwave. Because Sep’s kids would be spending time with him, I would normally have returned to my parent’s home. We planned to tell my parents that I would be working on a smallholding, to ‘get back to nature.’ Which they thought was a brilliant idea.

That three-week holiday was fantastic. Although Dreyfus’ place was very rustic, I had fallen head over heels in love with him.

Sep had not turned out to be the guy I thought he was, and I was tired of his escalating sexual demands.

Two weeks later, I told Sep that I would be moving in with Dreyfus. He was annoyed but realized that I was in love, and accepted the situation. Truthfully, Sep didn’t have any choice in the matter.

My parents thought that my desire to embrace nature and the natural way of life was noble. What a laugh!             

by Caliban

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