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I recently ran into this guy on line. We were friends in high school, after a while Ron knew about him. There were a few threesomes with him and he was part of my sweet-sixteen gang bang. Like a lot of my friends, I gave him his first blow job and I was his first piece of ass.
Fred was a little older because he'd been held back a year. His father was a beer distributor in the small town of Kittanning, Pa., where I went to school. He was a pretty nice guy but we just had a casual friendship. We were closer than most (of course) but nothing like Ron or Bill; he was taller and, as I would find out, well endowed for a fifteen year old white boy.
The summer it started Ron was away for a few weeks, I can't remember the reason but, he asked about spending a few days at the farm just messing around. There was no talk about sex, he just wanted to get out in the country, ride horses, camp a little...nothing special. This is how it had started with some of my friends who ended-up getting into my pants. Friendship, some time at the farm, talking about sex then, that first sexual experience. I was already aware that older boys were more fun. Most that I'd been with had taken the lead the first time. If they were a little shy about it, I'd start something then they'd realize that I was easy, after that they would take control.
For some reason my father was gone a lot that summer. That gave me a little more freedom and less worry about getting caught with my legs spread. My mother and sister knew what was going on. My mother said nothing, my little sister teased me; I 'borrowed' some of her things from time to time.
He rode home with me on the school bus then we walked up the lane to the farm. There was no talk about anything sexual; we were just two teenage boys.
He went with me while I did some chores then we ate dinner. My father was home that night but would be gone for the weekend. After dinner we made plans for 'sleeping out' that night. At first we were going to just put the sleeping bags on the lawn (a little bit away from the house) but then decided to open the big barn doors and sleep on the floor, in the barn. I probably had some thoughts about what 'could' happen with that; I really don't remember thinking about it at the time. I did know that, if something did come up, I had the things we needed stashed out there.
At the time I was thirteen, almost f******n and had had a lot of cock in both ends. I was a very experienced little slut and loved it.
We got settled in as it got dark, everyone else was in the house watching TV. We talked around and about a lot of things until the subject of sex came up. The darkness was comforting and relaxing, it set both of us free. Of course he knew about Ron...he knew about one or two of the other guys too. He asked a lot of questions and I answered freely. It was only a matter of time until he had his cock out and was slowly stroking it. I watched, a little nervously, nervous but anxious and willing. Finally he asked the question that would start a lot of things happening.
“Would you jack me off?”
I didn't have to answer him, I was close enough that I reached over and took his cock in my hand, wrapped my fingers around it and started to gently stroke him up and down. It was a real handful too! He was about the same size as Bill – probably eight inches or more, thick enough to get my heart racing and rock hard. As I stroked Fred lay back and relaxed. Gasping and moaning, jerking once in a while but, relaxed. I moved closer, kept stroking him and concentrated on the job at hand. We didn't talk about it but my plan was to get him close then...turn the hand-job into a nice blow-job. I didn't exactly know what he wanted but I wanted a mouthful of his cum.
As he got closer and closer the moaning gasping and wiggling increased. At some point I asked him to say something when he was about ready to shoot his load. By then he was leaking pre-cum and it was making a little mess. That rigid cock of his throbbed in my hand, I slowed my stroking a little so, it was more like a gentle caress.
Excited and tired of waiting for dessert, I opened my mouth wide and bent to follow my hand down with my mouth. As I filled my mouth with cock – to the point of choking – Fred gave one hell of a moan as his body shuddered then that beautiful cock exploded in my mouth. His cock jerked and pumped, I backed away just a little and swallowed hard then, again and again, not wanting to miss a drop. God that flood tasted great! A little salty, a little nutty (no pun) it tasted delicious. I took my time cleaning him up then we relaxed for a little bit.
For maybe an hour we talked about many things; a lot of it was sexual. It was no big shock when Fred got another erection.
After breaking the ice between us with that blow-job, Fred wanted to go 'all the way' with me. Like that would be a problem? He also asked a lot of questions about why I liked it and how it felt, wasn't it painful? Most of the standard questions. Many of them I couldn't answer; it is hard to describe how it feels to be sodomized or to blindly suck a cock. I could explain what it feels like to have an orgasm while a guy is fucking you. That was easy. While we talked I played with his cock a little – damn was he hard!
One thing he asked me was how Ron would feel if he knew that I'd been with him. I explained that I normally told Ron when I was going to be with someone. He wasn't jealous, he just wanted to know what was going on. I explained the first time with Bill and Ron's reaction when he found out about it.
“He really spanked you?”
“Almost as bad as my dad...I was sore for a while when he was done.”
“Were you bare?”
“Only a t-shirt, it got pretty loud in the end, my ass was really on fire.”
“I'll bet you cried like a baby.”
“Yeah I did, we made up though.” I was gently stroking his cock as we talked. “He's like my dad, he got hard while he was spanking me, my dad always did.” that took him by surprise.
“Does your dad ever do anything...I mean after, before?”
“No,” I told him, “I'd do anything to get out of it – especially the paddle or the strap. It's [the paddle] like the ones at school but, has holes in it. Spankings hurt but it's nothing compared to the paddle. I'd do anything to get out of that!”
“What would you do to get out of punishment?”
“Anything...suck his cock...let him fuck me...anything.”
Fred thought about that then said, “Well I don't want anyone to know about this. I don't even think it's a good idea to tell Ron.”
I agreed to not tell anyone.
Due to his size I asked him to take it easy at first, nice and slow until I got relaxed and my cunt was stretched a little. It began with some nice easy finger-fucking...first one finger, then two. It wasn't long before I was on all fours, well lubed and Fred was doing a very slow penetration of my waiting cunt. At first I couldn't take all of him but, after a few minutes of nice slow fucking (he was still hitting bottom) our bodies came together at the end...just as he touched bottom inside of me. That turned out to be a nice long and very good fucking; leaving me with a great glowing feeling when it was over – along with a sore cunt.
Of course, early in the morning, I handled some very nice morning wood.
I was, even for a slut, sore. Raw but happy.
Nothing much happened the next day. We had a day of opportunities but Fred wasn't in the mood. It was a matter of the confusion brought on by how he felt about what he was doing with me. After dinner he pulled me aside and asked, “Are we going to sleep out tonight?”
I answered that it was my first thought...we should repeat last night in the barn. Most of it anyway.
We did, for a few hours. I only thought that I was raw and sore! The first time was just very good; the second time went on forever! I'd had some cramps on and off with him; not really bad ones, just enough to know that they were there. The first one left me nice and loose...the second long one had me gaping like a real whore. Gaping and leaking like hell, a nice feeling. We finished up in the missionary position, I was bent double with my feet up over his shoulders while he tried to fuck me through the floor. Fred emptied himself deep inside of me for the third time in a day and it felt wonderful! Then something happened that I wasn't prepared for.
He'd finished and we were both trying to catch our breath. He was still on top, buried to the balls looking down at me, panting, smiling and obviously satisfied. In the dim light his expression was clear. “Damn Bobbie...I can't believe how good that was.” he gasped. There was a moment of hesitation then he lowered his head closer to brush my lips with his. Then he asked, “Do you mind?”
I don't think I ever answered that with words. I did get my arms around his neck, pulled him down and parted my lips; there had been a lot of practice with Ron. We ended up trying to choke each other with our tongues for a while. Then, really tired, we got in the spoon position and went to sleep.
The next morning was a repeat of the last. I was sore in a few places, took him easily but with a pretty raw cunt. On my knees, head resting on my folded arms, his strong hands holding me just above my hips, he gave me another nice long hard one. We'd heard my dad leave and everyone else was still in bed; I let it all out during that one.
When it was over we lay there for a while relaxing.
He helped me with a few chores before we went in for breakfast. That's when I learned my mother and sister were going shopping. The closest town was Kittanning, my father was gone for the day, they would be gone for maybe three, possibly four hours. My thoughts went immediately to my bed, a nice soft pillow under my ass and big stiff cock buried in my cunt...good and deep. My one bedroom window opened toward the driveway/barn so we could have fun and hear anyone that drove in.
Almost as soon as they left he headed for the bedroom, I went to the bathroom to give myself a quick douche. I didn't know if I needed it but I wanted to make sure I was empty. It didn't take long at all.
We were now very comfortable with each other. When I got in bed with him there was the beginning of actual foreplay, Fred wanted to touch, feel, kiss, hug and well, everything. He'd started to get an erection while he waited; as the foreplay went on his cock came to full rock hard attention. As his hands roamed my body, my pre-sex butterflies went away to be replaced by a feeling of pure 'want'. Like any slut I had a burning need to be fucked, in my mouth or between my cheeks...I wanted that cock. I got fingers to begin with, first one then two. I moved around until he found my 'G' spot then, did some wiggling as he really went to work there. I wasn't so interested in being milked or having an orgasm, it just felt very good. I made sure that Fred knew how I felt.
I had what I wanted, most of it anyway.
Being groped, caressed, my cunt being finger-fucked, being held and some nice deep French kissing (that's what we called it then) was just what I wanted/needed. Then, like any slut, I needed that cock.
Fred had other ideas.
It began by him telling me (again) that he didn't want anyone to know about this. He wanted me to promise to not tell anyone, there was a pause as he hugged me, playing with my firm cheeks and fingering my crack. I promised, then, “I should probably make sure of it...like Ron did...like your dad did.”
I can remember beginning to tremble a little as the butterflies in my stomach went wild. There was no doubt about what he was saying; I understood exactly what he was talking about...I was about to be given a spanking. Fred moved across to the edge of the bed, sat up then said, “Come over here.” as I did, he took my one arm, directed me to his right side then pulled and pushed me down over his lap. As he did I felt what seemed to be huge goosebumps explode all over my backside and thighs. He adjusted my position a little, rubbed my bare backside then said, “When I stop I want you to repeat that you promise not to tell.” before I could agree, the first hard smack landed low on my one cheek. I still managed to croak it out before the second one...
There was no pause, once he started it just continued. Up and down, side to side, all over and, he knew what he was doing, he really knew what he was doing! I grabbed the sheet, balled it up in my one fist, grabbed his one leg and clinched my teeth! He knew what he was going and, very quickly, my firm little ass was starting to burn like hell! It stung, it burned and it spread all over. When he stopped there was a short pause, I hurriedly gasped, “I promise not to tell!” I meant it and wanted him to know that I meant it!
He rubbed for a few seconds after then, started all over again. One hard smack after another.
As the pain built I was aware that I was starting to kick, I was also wiggling and bouncing. This wasn't play or a game; I was being given a real spanking, a regular punishment spanking. It started out with me yelping and gasping as it went on; very soon my eyes began to mist-up, my nose started to run and the yelps of pain increased to wails as the pain continued to build. When the dam broke, I just started to bawl like hell. There was nothing else to do, it had reached the point that I couldn't take it anymore, my ass was on fire and throbbing! I wanted to put my hands back and try to protect my ass but knew better...it was better to just hold on and take it. Take it, bounce kick cry and wiggle around then, squeal the line out quickly when he stopped.
The spanking went on until I was literally sobbing like a little girl. Part of that was an act though. I'd learned that, when I was being punished, the louder I got and the harder I cried, the sooner it was over. Of course when I was getting the paddle, I didn't have to put on much of an act for my dad. When that made contact with your backside, the explosion of pure pain was hard to believe!
Fred knew what he was doing, that spanking hurt like hell! When he was finished I was moved back onto the bed for a little hugging, kissing and more fondling and finger fucking. Now...my cheeks ached like hell while he pumped my cunt some more. It didn't take him long to get me in the position to mount me. He'd been hard before spanking me, became even harder while he was spanking me and now, I was going to be given that nice stiff cock. Even though I was good and sore back there. The pillow ended up under my ass, when he moved in I pulled my knees up and spread for him.
I was still pretty flushed when he eased the head in then, slowly followed with the shaft until I was full of cock and he was resting against my blistered cheeks. I was pretty messed up so it wasn't the most enjoyable sex I'd ever had. As Fred started to pound me I just got my arms and legs around him, hung on and took it like an obedient little bitch...tears and all.
I had some bruises for a few days; it made horseback riding a little uncomfortable. Later in life I found out that my mother was aware that something other than fucking had happened between us. Fred gave me three spankings while he was visiting that time, one when we went camping for a few days. We fucked on and off for a few more years. Like I said in the beginning, he was part of the group for my 'sweet-sixteen' gang bang. I did tell Ron what had happened – even that Fred had put me over his knee – he didn't get upset about it but...he would have been happy to watch and share my cunt.
I recently ran into this guy on line. We were friends in high school, after a while Ron knew about him. There were a few threesomes with him and he was part of my sweet-sixteen gang bang. Like a lot of my friends, I gave him his first blow job and I was his first piece of ass.
Fred was a little older because he'd been held back a year. His father was a beer distributor in the small town of Kittanning, Pa., where I went to school. He was a pretty nice guy but we just had a casual friendship. We were closer than most (of course) but nothing like Ron or Bill; he was taller and, as I would find out, well endowed for a fifteen year old white boy.
The summer it started Ron was away for a few weeks, I can't remember the reason but, he asked about spending a few days at the farm just messing around. There was no talk about sex, he just wanted to get out in the country, ride horses, camp a little...nothing special. This is how it had started with some of my friends who ended-up getting into my pants. Friendship, some time at the farm, talking about sex then, that first sexual experience. I was already aware that older boys were more fun. Most that I'd been with had taken the lead the first time. If they were a little shy about it, I'd start something then they'd realize that I was easy, after that they would take control.
For some reason my father was gone a lot that summer. That gave me a little more freedom and less worry about getting caught with my legs spread. My mother and sister knew what was going on. My mother said nothing, my little sister teased me; I 'borrowed' some of her things from time to time.
He rode home with me on the school bus then we walked up the lane to the farm. There was no talk about anything sexual; we were just two teenage boys.
He went with me while I did some chores then we ate dinner. My father was home that night but would be gone for the weekend. After dinner we made plans for 'sleeping out' that night. At first we were going to just put the sleeping bags on the lawn (a little bit away from the house) but then decided to open the big barn doors and sleep on the floor, in the barn. I probably had some thoughts about what 'could' happen with that; I really don't remember thinking about it at the time. I did know that, if something did come up, I had the things we needed stashed out there.
At the time I was thirteen, almost f******n and had had a lot of cock in both ends. I was a very experienced little slut and loved it.
We got settled in as it got dark, everyone else was in the house watching TV. We talked around and about a lot of things until the subject of sex came up. The darkness was comforting and relaxing, it set both of us free. Of course he knew about Ron...he knew about one or two of the other guys too. He asked a lot of questions and I answered freely. It was only a matter of time until he had his cock out and was slowly stroking it. I watched, a little nervously, nervous but anxious and willing. Finally he asked the question that would start a lot of things happening.
“Would you jack me off?”
I didn't have to answer him, I was close enough that I reached over and took his cock in my hand, wrapped my fingers around it and started to gently stroke him up and down. It was a real handful too! He was about the same size as Bill – probably eight inches or more, thick enough to get my heart racing and rock hard. As I stroked Fred lay back and relaxed. Gasping and moaning, jerking once in a while but, relaxed. I moved closer, kept stroking him and concentrated on the job at hand. We didn't talk about it but my plan was to get him close then...turn the hand-job into a nice blow-job. I didn't exactly know what he wanted but I wanted a mouthful of his cum.
As he got closer and closer the moaning gasping and wiggling increased. At some point I asked him to say something when he was about ready to shoot his load. By then he was leaking pre-cum and it was making a little mess. That rigid cock of his throbbed in my hand, I slowed my stroking a little so, it was more like a gentle caress.
Excited and tired of waiting for dessert, I opened my mouth wide and bent to follow my hand down with my mouth. As I filled my mouth with cock – to the point of choking – Fred gave one hell of a moan as his body shuddered then that beautiful cock exploded in my mouth. His cock jerked and pumped, I backed away just a little and swallowed hard then, again and again, not wanting to miss a drop. God that flood tasted great! A little salty, a little nutty (no pun) it tasted delicious. I took my time cleaning him up then we relaxed for a little bit.
For maybe an hour we talked about many things; a lot of it was sexual. It was no big shock when Fred got another erection.
After breaking the ice between us with that blow-job, Fred wanted to go 'all the way' with me. Like that would be a problem? He also asked a lot of questions about why I liked it and how it felt, wasn't it painful? Most of the standard questions. Many of them I couldn't answer; it is hard to describe how it feels to be sodomized or to blindly suck a cock. I could explain what it feels like to have an orgasm while a guy is fucking you. That was easy. While we talked I played with his cock a little – damn was he hard!
One thing he asked me was how Ron would feel if he knew that I'd been with him. I explained that I normally told Ron when I was going to be with someone. He wasn't jealous, he just wanted to know what was going on. I explained the first time with Bill and Ron's reaction when he found out about it.
“He really spanked you?”
“Almost as bad as my dad...I was sore for a while when he was done.”
“Were you bare?”
“Only a t-shirt, it got pretty loud in the end, my ass was really on fire.”
“I'll bet you cried like a baby.”
“Yeah I did, we made up though.” I was gently stroking his cock as we talked. “He's like my dad, he got hard while he was spanking me, my dad always did.” that took him by surprise.
“Does your dad ever do anything...I mean after, before?”
“No,” I told him, “I'd do anything to get out of it – especially the paddle or the strap. It's [the paddle] like the ones at school but, has holes in it. Spankings hurt but it's nothing compared to the paddle. I'd do anything to get out of that!”
“What would you do to get out of punishment?”
“Anything...suck his cock...let him fuck me...anything.”
Fred thought about that then said, “Well I don't want anyone to know about this. I don't even think it's a good idea to tell Ron.”
I agreed to not tell anyone.
Due to his size I asked him to take it easy at first, nice and slow until I got relaxed and my cunt was stretched a little. It began with some nice easy finger-fucking...first one finger, then two. It wasn't long before I was on all fours, well lubed and Fred was doing a very slow penetration of my waiting cunt. At first I couldn't take all of him but, after a few minutes of nice slow fucking (he was still hitting bottom) our bodies came together at the end...just as he touched bottom inside of me. That turned out to be a nice long and very good fucking; leaving me with a great glowing feeling when it was over – along with a sore cunt.
Of course, early in the morning, I handled some very nice morning wood.
I was, even for a slut, sore. Raw but happy.
Nothing much happened the next day. We had a day of opportunities but Fred wasn't in the mood. It was a matter of the confusion brought on by how he felt about what he was doing with me. After dinner he pulled me aside and asked, “Are we going to sleep out tonight?”
I answered that it was my first thought...we should repeat last night in the barn. Most of it anyway.
We did, for a few hours. I only thought that I was raw and sore! The first time was just very good; the second time went on forever! I'd had some cramps on and off with him; not really bad ones, just enough to know that they were there. The first one left me nice and loose...the second long one had me gaping like a real whore. Gaping and leaking like hell, a nice feeling. We finished up in the missionary position, I was bent double with my feet up over his shoulders while he tried to fuck me through the floor. Fred emptied himself deep inside of me for the third time in a day and it felt wonderful! Then something happened that I wasn't prepared for.
He'd finished and we were both trying to catch our breath. He was still on top, buried to the balls looking down at me, panting, smiling and obviously satisfied. In the dim light his expression was clear. “Damn Bobbie...I can't believe how good that was.” he gasped. There was a moment of hesitation then he lowered his head closer to brush my lips with his. Then he asked, “Do you mind?”
I don't think I ever answered that with words. I did get my arms around his neck, pulled him down and parted my lips; there had been a lot of practice with Ron. We ended up trying to choke each other with our tongues for a while. Then, really tired, we got in the spoon position and went to sleep.
The next morning was a repeat of the last. I was sore in a few places, took him easily but with a pretty raw cunt. On my knees, head resting on my folded arms, his strong hands holding me just above my hips, he gave me another nice long hard one. We'd heard my dad leave and everyone else was still in bed; I let it all out during that one.
When it was over we lay there for a while relaxing.
He helped me with a few chores before we went in for breakfast. That's when I learned my mother and sister were going shopping. The closest town was Kittanning, my father was gone for the day, they would be gone for maybe three, possibly four hours. My thoughts went immediately to my bed, a nice soft pillow under my ass and big stiff cock buried in my cunt...good and deep. My one bedroom window opened toward the driveway/barn so we could have fun and hear anyone that drove in.
Almost as soon as they left he headed for the bedroom, I went to the bathroom to give myself a quick douche. I didn't know if I needed it but I wanted to make sure I was empty. It didn't take long at all.
We were now very comfortable with each other. When I got in bed with him there was the beginning of actual foreplay, Fred wanted to touch, feel, kiss, hug and well, everything. He'd started to get an erection while he waited; as the foreplay went on his cock came to full rock hard attention. As his hands roamed my body, my pre-sex butterflies went away to be replaced by a feeling of pure 'want'. Like any slut I had a burning need to be fucked, in my mouth or between my cheeks...I wanted that cock. I got fingers to begin with, first one then two. I moved around until he found my 'G' spot then, did some wiggling as he really went to work there. I wasn't so interested in being milked or having an orgasm, it just felt very good. I made sure that Fred knew how I felt.
I had what I wanted, most of it anyway.
Being groped, caressed, my cunt being finger-fucked, being held and some nice deep French kissing (that's what we called it then) was just what I wanted/needed. Then, like any slut, I needed that cock.
Fred had other ideas.
It began by him telling me (again) that he didn't want anyone to know about this. He wanted me to promise to not tell anyone, there was a pause as he hugged me, playing with my firm cheeks and fingering my crack. I promised, then, “I should probably make sure of it...like Ron did...like your dad did.”
I can remember beginning to tremble a little as the butterflies in my stomach went wild. There was no doubt about what he was saying; I understood exactly what he was talking about...I was about to be given a spanking. Fred moved across to the edge of the bed, sat up then said, “Come over here.” as I did, he took my one arm, directed me to his right side then pulled and pushed me down over his lap. As he did I felt what seemed to be huge goosebumps explode all over my backside and thighs. He adjusted my position a little, rubbed my bare backside then said, “When I stop I want you to repeat that you promise not to tell.” before I could agree, the first hard smack landed low on my one cheek. I still managed to croak it out before the second one...
There was no pause, once he started it just continued. Up and down, side to side, all over and, he knew what he was doing, he really knew what he was doing! I grabbed the sheet, balled it up in my one fist, grabbed his one leg and clinched my teeth! He knew what he was going and, very quickly, my firm little ass was starting to burn like hell! It stung, it burned and it spread all over. When he stopped there was a short pause, I hurriedly gasped, “I promise not to tell!” I meant it and wanted him to know that I meant it!
He rubbed for a few seconds after then, started all over again. One hard smack after another.
As the pain built I was aware that I was starting to kick, I was also wiggling and bouncing. This wasn't play or a game; I was being given a real spanking, a regular punishment spanking. It started out with me yelping and gasping as it went on; very soon my eyes began to mist-up, my nose started to run and the yelps of pain increased to wails as the pain continued to build. When the dam broke, I just started to bawl like hell. There was nothing else to do, it had reached the point that I couldn't take it anymore, my ass was on fire and throbbing! I wanted to put my hands back and try to protect my ass but knew better...it was better to just hold on and take it. Take it, bounce kick cry and wiggle around then, squeal the line out quickly when he stopped.
The spanking went on until I was literally sobbing like a little girl. Part of that was an act though. I'd learned that, when I was being punished, the louder I got and the harder I cried, the sooner it was over. Of course when I was getting the paddle, I didn't have to put on much of an act for my dad. When that made contact with your backside, the explosion of pure pain was hard to believe!
Fred knew what he was doing, that spanking hurt like hell! When he was finished I was moved back onto the bed for a little hugging, kissing and more fondling and finger fucking. Now...my cheeks ached like hell while he pumped my cunt some more. It didn't take him long to get me in the position to mount me. He'd been hard before spanking me, became even harder while he was spanking me and now, I was going to be given that nice stiff cock. Even though I was good and sore back there. The pillow ended up under my ass, when he moved in I pulled my knees up and spread for him.
I was still pretty flushed when he eased the head in then, slowly followed with the shaft until I was full of cock and he was resting against my blistered cheeks. I was pretty messed up so it wasn't the most enjoyable sex I'd ever had. As Fred started to pound me I just got my arms and legs around him, hung on and took it like an obedient little bitch...tears and all.
I had some bruises for a few days; it made horseback riding a little uncomfortable. Later in life I found out that my mother was aware that something other than fucking had happened between us. Fred gave me three spankings while he was visiting that time, one when we went camping for a few days. We fucked on and off for a few more years. Like I said in the beginning, he was part of the group for my 'sweet-sixteen' gang bang. I did tell Ron what had happened – even that Fred had put me over his knee – he didn't get upset about it but...he would have been happy to watch and share my cunt.
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