This is a work of fiction any resemblance to anyone living or dead is purely coincidental. This story contains sexual matters and situations between consenting minors but should not be viewed as an endorsement of any type of sexual habit, practice, or lifestyle. If this type of material offends you or you are not of a legal age to read such material please do not read further. If on the other hand you do and are....
First Impressions
Mason Brewer became aware of his desire for men at the age of six, when he saw a nude man for the first time. The black and white photo, printed in a magazine he'd found among some old boxes in the basement of his parents' apartment building, it depicted a young man in his early twenties standing outdoors completely naked. The young man's hair was swept back in a fifties style cut, his handsome face turned in profile, looking off into the distance as he leaned with his back against a wooden fence, one leg stretched out in front of him, the other bent at the knee with a bare foot resting on the rough wood of the fence railing.
Mason's young eyes had devoured the picture, every detail of the young, virile looking man, fascinated by the swell of the man's chest, the dark swirls of hair that encircled the man's nipples, the shadow of hair that trailed down the center of the man's chest to the dark oval of his belly button, and still further down until it merged with the dark tangle of hair that haloed the true object of Mason's obsession. Even soft, the man's penis was long and thick, curving down until the sheathed head hung a few inches below the twin orbs of the man's large testicles.
For the next several weeks Mason had kept the magazine hidden under the carpet beneath a chair in the living room, sneaking hot, fevered glances at the naked man whenever he could. Eventually he became paranoid that his mother would find his secret stash so he'd returned the magazine to the dusty box in the apartment building's basement, until one day the box disappeared along with a lot of other junk that had been cluttering up the dank, musty room; but he'd already seared every detail of the photo into his memory. It would be another six years before sexual curiosity would find its way back into Mason's thoughts, and next time it would spark a firestorm of lust that would burn for decades.
Chapter One
By age twelve Mason had finally convinced his mother he'd outgrown the crew cuts she'd forced on him for so long and his dark blond hair had grown long and slightly wavy. His body had also gone through a growing spurt where his height increased to five feet, six inches, his body becoming leaner, his limbs longer. Devoid now of baby fat he was at the threshold of his teens, an awkward collection of arms, legs, and knobby joints. But most amazing of all to Mason was the fresh sprouting of dark, silken hair beneath his arms and a small patch beginning to grow at the "Y" of his torso, just like his long- standing fantasy man from the photo. At least he hoped he was finally on his way to becoming a man, like the one in the old photo. It was also during the summer of his twelfth year that Mason discovered sex.
Things began innocently enough with his handsome and slightly younger cousin Craig Hale, with the two pre-teens playing a grown up version of "show and tell." The sexual experimentations began as childish groping in the bathtub, graduating to hushed mutual masturbation beneath the sheets in Craig's bed late at night, but by midsummer Mason had grown bored with these activities and decided it was time to try something new.
On a mid July afternoon while Craig's father Joseph worked at the Astro/Chem plant, and Susan, Craig's mother had gone grocery shopping; Mason coaxed his younger cousin into the shade of the woods that bordered the back of the Hale's property. Leading Craig to a small clearing on the bank of a sluggish stream Mason began by gently groping the bulge of the shorter boy's blue jean clad crotch which swelled and stiffened immediately. Continuing to knead and squeeze Craig's erection through the boy's pants with one hand Mason used his free hand to pull Craig's shirt up to the boy's chin, exposing his skinny chest and flat hairless stomach. Leaning forward Mason flicked the tip of his tongue over the tiny pale nub of his cousin's nipple which caused the younger boy to shudder and moan.
"Take off your shirt," Mason whispered as he moved his flicking tongue to Craig's other nipple.
Craig quickly pulled the blue t-shirt over his head and draped it over the branches of a nearby sapling even as his body shivered and twitched from the sensations caused by his older cousin's tongue. He wrapped his hands in the thick mass of Mason's dark blonde hair and pulled his cousin's mouth to his right nipple, "Suck it," he begged.
Tracing the slender boy's torso and back with trailing fingertips Mason sucked first one then the other of Craig's small nipples into his mouth, nipping them gently with his teeth, smiling at the gasps and groans his efforts brought. He paused long enough to tug his own yellow t-shirt over his head and toss it aside before kneeling in front of his young and willing cousin. Using both his lips and tongue Mason worked his way down Craig's hairless torso, nibbling at the boy's navel until Craig giggled and pulled away. When he pulled Craig's narrow hips back toward him he could plainly see the outline of the boy's raging hard-on beneath the faded denim. With slow deliberate moves he unfastened Craig's jeans and slowly lowered the brass zipper exposing the fat swollen shaft of the younger boy's cock as it strained against the white cotton of his briefs. Mason stroked the heated flesh until the swollen head peeped over the elastic waistband.
"Want me to suck it?" Mason asked lazily.
"Yes!" Craig groaned pushing his narrow hips and bulging crotch forward to emphasize his eagerness.
"Let's get naked first," Mason said letting his wet lips graze the tip of Craig's exposed cockhead before he sat down on the mossy creek bank to remove his shoes and socks.
Leaning with one hand for support against the trunk of an old oak tree Craig followed his cousin's example shedding shoes, socks, jeans, and finally underwear until both stood facing one another in the dappled shade of the woods completely naked.
For long moments the two pre-teens stood admiring the body of the other as thousands of cicadas droned endlessly in the canopy above, filling the still humid air with their mating calls.
Always the aggressor Mason stepped forward and pulled his cousin to him until his body pressed against the sweat dewed flesh of his younger cousin, the smaller boy's head barely reaching his chin. In slow deliberate moves he thrust and pushed their bodies together, crushing their chests and stomachs together, grinding their hips and causing their trapped, swollen cocks to rub up and over the other's sweaty, hot flesh. At the same time Mason began to explore the contours of Craig's back, moving over the bony shoulder blades, down the bumpy ridge of his spine until his hands reached the twin swells of Craig's virgin, snow-white ass.
Leaning forward Mason found Craig's mouth and forced the boy's lips apart with his tongue in an almost bruising kiss, as his hands squeezed the muscular orbs of Craig's ass. Thrusting his tongue deeper and deeper into Craig's mouth Mason moved his fingers to the fuzzy cleft between the young boy's asscheeks pushing his fingers deeper and deeper until he felt the tiny, twitching pucker of Craig's sphincter.
Pulling Craig into a tighter embrace Mason continued to tongue fuck Craig's mouth as he pressed his index finger against the tight ring of muscles between Craig's asscheeks. Breaking the passionate kiss he looked down into Craig's large blue eyes, "I want to try something different today."
"What?" Craig asked innocently.
"I want to fuck you in the ass," Mason said pushing the tip of his finger into Craig's ass for emphasis.
Craig blinked several times before he nodded, "Okay, but if it hurts you have to stop."
Mason smiled and nodded, "Okay," he promised even as he pressed down on Craig's narrow shoulders, "but first you'll have to suck my dick to get it wet."
Craig sank obediently to his knees in front of his older cousin and licking his lips he reached forward and gripped Mason's rigid eight inch cock in one hand and guided the plump head toward his mouth.
Mason shuddered with pleasure as he watched the flared head of his dick disappear between Craig's full red lips followed by a few inches of his cockshaft. Over the summer Craig had grown increasingly better at sucking his cock, their first initial cocksucking sessions had been followed by several days of a chafed and raw dick caused by Craig's teeth and inexperience, but now that rarely happened something Mason was very grateful for.
Kneeling before his cousin Craig eagerly sucked at Mason's thick, long dick, letting his spit flow until it covered the shaft and fat head. He liked the feel of his older cousin's stiff flesh between his lips and on his tongue he'd even grown to like the taste of the salty tang of Mason's spunk.
Mason looked down at Craig's bobbing dark brown head, enjoying the sight and sensations of his cock slipping in and out of the boy's mouth for long minutes until the hot tingling sensation in his balls told him he was nearing the threshold of an ejaculation. Reluctantly he pulled his cock from Craig's sucking mouth, the helmet-like head popped free with a wet "pop" and skidded over the bridge of the boy's nose and down his right cheek leaving a trail of shiny spit.
"What's wrong," Craig gasped.
"Nothing," Mason assured him, "I was getting close to cumming though and I want to fuck you first."
"Okay," Craig said a little reluctantly and rose to his feet, "What do I do?"
Mason nodded toward the trunk of the old oak tree, "Lean over against that."
Craig obeyed, and bending at the waist he used his hands to support himself against the rough bark, "Like this?"
"Yeah," Mason said, "but use your other hand to pull your cheeks apart."
Using his right hand Craig followed Mason's instructions and now stood bent at the waist leaning with a forearm against the tree with one arm while pulling apart the cheeks of his butt with his free hand.
Mason stepped forward and placed the head of his spit covered cock against the tiny pink pucker of Craig's virgin hole. "This may hurt a little, but it'll be okay."
Looking over his shoulder a little nervously Craig merely nodded as he felt the slippery, spongy head of Mason's cock pressing harder and harder against his asshole trying to force it's way past the tight circle of muscle.
At first Mason was frustrated as he watched his cockhead simply scrunch up at the incredibly tight entrance of Craig's ass but gripping the base of his cockshaft he pressed forward using more of his body weight to push his hard-on forward and was surprised and scared as two things happened at once; without warning his swollen cockhead suddenly forced it's way past Craig's sphincter, pushing inward until the head disappeared completely, encased in the amazing hot flesh of Craig's ass, while at the same instant his younger cousin's body jerked and the boy cried out in pain.
"It hurts!" Craig wailed, "Take it out!"
Never having felt anything so incredible Mason was reluctant to pull out so soon, "Just wait a second," he urged, "Relax and take deep breaths."
Squeezing his eyes shut against the burning pain and gritting his teeth Craig leaned against the tree trunk with both arms and rested his head on his forearms as he tried to relax. Long moments crept by and sweat began to stream down his face and slither in tickling rivulets down his back and sides. Craig gulped in deep breaths and tried to relax against the searing pain of having Mason's cock invading his virgin hole.
Standing behind his agonized cousin Mason watched as the boy's flesh beaded then ran with sweat, his tanned neck and back glistening and shimmering with it. He watched the boy's ribcage expanding and contracting as he gasped against the pain, but in spite of Craig's obvious discomfort Mason was determined to finish what he'd started and that meant he wouldn't be done until he'd shot a load up Craig's tight, hot hole.
After several long moments Craig's breathing calmed, "Are you ready?" Mason asked.
Looking back over his shoulder where his cousin stood behind him with the head of his fat dick still buried in his burning ass Craig nodded nervously, "Okay, but take it easy."
Gripping the younger boy's narrow hips Mason began to push forward again, easing the hard shaft of his cock into Craig's tight hole centimeter by centimeter. When four inches of his cock was buried inside Craig, he paused, "You okay?"
In too much pain to reply Craig only nodded. He'd never felt anything that hurt so bad, a burning pressure, a searing stretching feeling as if Mason's hard cock were not just entering his body but splitting it in two.
Renewing his grip on Craig's narrow waist Mason could no longer control the urge that had brought him this far and instead of continuing with the slow snail like crawl he punched his hips forward with a violent thrust that drove the remaining four inches of his eight-incher plunging past Craig's once-virgin asshole burying his cock inside his cousin up to the balls.
With a high-pitched wail Craig cried out as Mason's thick cock rammed the rest of the way into his already tortured hole, forcing its way past the sphincter muscles and plunging into the soft tissue beyond. The pain was so incredible he actually thought he was going to pass out and his vision swam with dark spots and dimmed at the edges before finally clearing. At first his body had gone rigid, fighting against the pain but then he slumped forward against the tree trunk as tears of pain squeezed from the corners of his eyes. "Stop," he was barely able to whisper.
Even though Mason heard his cousin's weak plea he was past caring, the sensation of having his cock gripped so tightly by the hot, moist, and clinging flesh of his Craig's ass had awakened something wild. Pausing only long enough to position his feet for better leverage Mason pulled nearly the entire length of his cock from Craig's hole, stopping when only the very tip of the flared head remained inside. Then without warning he slammed his hips forward and drove the full eight inches back into the younger boy's ass in one violent stroke.
From Craig's lips came another howl of pain and again the boy sagged against the rough bark of the tree trunk in front of him whimpering, "Please!"
Deaf to everything, Mason began to grind and rotate his hips, stirring his buried cock around deep inside his cousin's guts. When the younger boy whimpered, Mason grunted, "Don't be such a baby!"
Craig could only shake his head in weak protest, the stabbing pain in his ass had spread like an electrical jolts throughout his body leaving him almost paralyzed with pain.
Looking down the length of his naked torso to where the shaft of his cock disappeared between the sweaty, white mounds of Craig's ass Mason grew even more excited and began to slowly pump his hips, watching excitedly as the thick shaft of his cock plunged in and out of Craig's stretched hole. Ignoring Craig's whimpering he increased his thrusts until he was slamming his cock in and out of the younger boy's ravaged ass. The slap of sweaty flesh against flesh echoed through the tiny clearing, punctuated by grunts and moans from both boys as Mason continued to mercilessly fuck his younger cousin's hole.
For long minutes Craig could only grit his teeth and moan occasionally against the pain as Mason's thick, eight inch cock plunged in and out of his tortured asshole, but then something unexpected happened. The pain began to ease and with each new thrust of Mason's hard cock Craig found that his own shriveled dick began to slowly come to life until it too was rock hard and throbbing.
Mason noticed the change in his cousin and grinned when he saw the boy's hand slip between his legs and begin to masturbate, "You like it now huh?"
"Yeah," Craig grunted between thrusts as he took his swollen dick in his hand and began to stroke it in time to Mason's thrusts. His older cousin's thick, long cock rocketing in and out of his ass no longer hurt him but instead Mason's rigid cock now sent hot, tingling, pleasurable sensations through his ass and into his own hard dick. He began to stroke his cock faster as well as thrust his ass back to meet Mason's fuck-rod.
In the treetops overhead the birds and cicadas continued their summer chorus, while in he dappled shade below Mason increased his tempo, pounding his cock in and out of Craig's ass until the small clearing echoed with the fleshy sound of Mason's hips slapping forcefully against Craig's round ass. Sweat dripped from his brow into his eyes but Mason ignored the stinging sensation and focused his attention on the feeling of his cock plowing in and out of the tender flesh of Craig's tight hole.
"I'm getting close!" Craig warned, his fist was a blur between his legs, his fingers tightened on the swollen shaft of his cock and he jerked harder causing his balls to bounce and sway between his sweat-slick thighs.
"Hold on," Mason panted, "I'm close too!" He slammed his cock in and out of Craig's clenching hole, once, twice, before Craig's body stiffened and his ass gripped Mason's cock in a velvety grip.
"I'm cummin'!" Craig grunted as a warm string of snow-white sperm jetted from the tip of his swollen cockhead followed by another and another.
Mason could feel the force of Craig's ejaculation through the base of his own cock as it was squeezed tighter and tighter with each spurt. He threw back his head and a wordless growl of pleasure exploded from his throat as his own cock erupted, shooting thick, hot globs of cum deep into Craig's ass again and again, coating the inside of the boy's ass with slick spooge.
As the tremors from their explosive orgasms had passed both boys stood on shaky and trembling legs, panting for air they slowly lowered themselves to the mossy forest floor, Craig lying beneath the hot, slick, weight of Mason's body, still joined together.
In a shaky voice Craig whispered, "That was awesome!"
Drowsy now that his body was spent Mason only nodded and murmured, "Mmmhmm."
Still joined by Mason's half-erect cock the two lay in the dappled sunlight beneath the whispering canopy of the trees and let the wind and sun dry the sweat from their bodies, hidden from the rest of the world while the cicadas droned their endless summer song.
To Be Continued.... Comments are always appreciated and welcome!