The following is a work of fiction and should be read as such.
Resemblance to anyone living or dead is purely coincidental. If you are offended by reading about consensual sexual relations between teenaged boys or if it is illegal to do so where you are, then please leave now. Likewise, if you are not of legal age to read about such things you too should leave.
If you enjoy this story you may also like The Note' listed in the Highschool section of the Nifty archives in September 1999, Mitch's Homecoming' listed in the Adult-Youth section from December 1999 or `Friday Night with Brad' listed in the Highschool section in October 2004.
I stared in awe at the vacant hole desperately trying to keep the picture of his cock fresh in my mind as I savagely jerked mine. My hips thrust forward and back as my dick slid through my closed hand. I was still on my knees and, with the forcefulness of my fucking, I found myself leaning toward the hole with my mouth gaping open as if stuffed with the dude's cock. My entire body was shaking uncontrollably as I fucked myself, my mouth wide and pressed against the rough wood. Tears forced their way from the corners of my eyes as I strained to release the pressure of the orgasm. My tongue licked wildly at the air just outside the hole and I wished that someone were there to feel it. I was pumping my fist so hard that my balls were aching and I felt the cum force its way through my cock and burst from my swollen head. He'd been gone for less than a minute as I bolted upright, arched my back and sprayed my load on the wall. What a sight I was, I'm sure, naked and panting as I sat on my heels and recovered from the most intense cum I've ever had.
I sat in the tub as the water sprayed from the showerhead, soothing my completely exhausted body, and I could not believe my luck. Until today I hadn't even thought of putting another guy's dick in my mouth and now I could still taste the one that had spurted across my tongue 15 minutes ago. Cupping my hands in front of my mouth I let out a breath of air and then slowly inhaled and savored the smell of his cum. When my dick twitched I thought about jerking off again, but only briefly. My cock was wilted. I fingered it casually and enjoyed my shower until the water ran cold.
Rolling out of bed at 9am, I was refreshed and anxious to see more dick. I engulfed breakfast and literally ran to the shed. I almost forgot to check behind it but when I did the ground was dry. Obviously nobody had pissed there yet. I guess it was still early but I knew that guys would be visiting soon. I was patient, though, and prepared to hide in that wood box all day: my personal castle.
About 30 minutes later I heard the rustling of leaves and, since I was already peeking through the hole, saw the dude as he came from the woods. This guy looked older, probably a senior or maybe even graduated already. His head was buzzed and he had a short goatee that was the same color as his blonde hair. He had his shirt off, though, and his jeans were low showing off the top of his boxers. I didn't really like older guys but I wanted to see his dick. He was unzipping before he had even stepped up to the wall. I watched him dig through his jeans and fish his cock through his clothes. When it flopped out, my mouth dropped. The thing had to be five inches long and there was probably another inch still hidden by his pants. He was soft but I wasn't.
He had both hands on his dick as he pissed. One was at the base and he used a finger and thumb from the other to squeeze the head. As he let it flow he'd pinch the tip of his dick for a few seconds and, when he let go, the piss would squirt out like a fountain. He did that over and again for probably a dozen times and he took forever to get done. By the time he was, though, his cock was sticking straight out and hard. I don't think it had grown much in length but it was thicker. I knew I wanted it in my mouth.
He was done pissing but wasn't making any effort to put his shit away and leave. I sat as quietly as possible and rubbed my crotch through my shorts. I didn't dare get my hopes up that he'd be curious of the knot hole and want to stick his dick in it. I still had no idea how the kid from yesterday knew I was in the shed but I figured he probably saw me. Looking back on it, I'm glad he did but I hadn't meant for him to see me. The guy outside wouldn't be able to because I made sure I was back far enough so that I was hidden in the shadows. I watched him play with his dick and heard someone else coming up the hill. Still he kept playing with himself. He was just to the right of me but I couldn't see past him so I wasn't able to get a look at the new guy. All I saw was his hips and crotch as he stepped from behind the first dude. One guy stood on either side of the hole.
"What the fuck are you doing, Pervert?" I froze when I heard the new guy blurt out his question.
"What's it look like I'm doing, Twirp? I'm playing with my dick. Wanna help?"
"Fuck you, Dickhead. Put it away. I don't wanna see that shit."
My heart raced as the two went back and forth and I hung on every word of their conversation. The new guy was steadily pissing and I could see that he had everything hanging out. Oddly enough, it looked much like the first guy's dick but smaller in every way. Sort of like a miniature version of the other dude.
"Come on, Chris. Stroke it for me again," the first guy said.
"Fuck you, Steve. Quit being a faggot."
"What the fuck? You jerk me off but I'm the faggot?" Steve asked.
"I told you I didn't want to do it again." Chris' voice cracked when he said it.
I couldn't believe what I was hearing. They had both been facing the wall but, as Chris was about midway through relieving himself, Steve turned toward him and I knew he was leaning on the shed with his left shoulder. I watched him stroking his cock with his left hand and he reached toward Chris with his right.
"Just put your hand on it for me. You don't have to finish me off but I want you to touch it," Steve said. It sounded like more of a command than a request.
By now I had abandoned all caution and had my face close to the wall to get the best view of the scene unfolding behind my shed. Just then Steve pulled back his right arm and he had Chris' wrist gripped firmly. I could tell that Chris was struggling to not touch Steve's cock.
"Steve! Stop! You're gonna make me piss on myself!"
"Touch it once and you don't have to do it again," Steve said.
"Please let go." Chris was pleading. He sounded like a little kid. "I don't want to do it again. I told you that already."
"And I told you to do it, so put your hand on it before I kick your ass!"
I was starting to get worried about Chris because I could see that he was smaller than Steve, not just in dick size but his hand was much smaller too.
"Knock it off, Fucker, or I swear to God, Steve, I'm gonna piss all over you!"
"If you piss on me I'll drag you to the ground and shove it down your throat," Steve threatened but he let go of Chris' hand.
"Yeah right. You do that and I WILL tell Dad," Chris said.
"Tell him what? That you snuck into my bedroom and sucked my dick?"
Chris had finished pissing and Steve pushed him against the shed. Suddenly the hole was covered by Chris' ass. Their voices were muffled but I could still make out every word. I slowly stood to look out the window and saw that Steve was at least a foot taller than Chris and that Chris was much younger. He looked like he was 14 and I could see that he was scared shitless. Steve had his hands on both of Chris' shoulders and the younger kid had his head down, staring at his brother's chest.
"Oh my fucking God, Steve! You know that didn't happen. YOU were the one that MADE me do it!"
Steve shrugged his shoulders and said, "Maybe. But who you think he's gonna believe?" He grabbed Chris' chin and lifted his face forcefully so that he was staring into Steve's eyes. "If you ever threaten me again with telling Dad I'll fuck you up. Understand?"
"Yes," Chris whispered.
"Good. Now get the fuck outta here before I beat your ass."
Steve stepped back and let Chris move away from the wall. Chris took a step toward the trees and turned around to face Steve. "I wasn't going to tell Dad," Chris said.
"You better hope not. Come here," Steve said. Chris hesitated but he walked back toward Steve, his head low and looking at the ground. This time Steve was gentler when he gripped Chris' chin and lifted his head to look him in the eyes. "C'mon lil bro. Just play with it for a few minutes. You know you want to."
Chris didn't even put up a fight as Steve pushed him down. He may as well have had his hands on my shoulders too because Chris and I both dropped to our knees at the same time. I took my familiar position peering through the hole as Chris took the awkward position of seeing his older brother's cock in his face. I watched as Chris slowly brought his hand to Steve's dick. He looked up at Steve as he wrapped his hand around the fat head. Slowly he slid his hand down its length and I heard Steve moan. My cock ached and I squeezed it through my shorts. Chris worked his brother and Steve started moving his hips slightly, each thrust pushing his cock closer to Chris' face. Just at that moment, I wished I were Chris.
Chris made no effort to avoid it and, after about a minute of stroking it, Steve's dick was touching his face. He looked at his older brother and I could tell that Chris liked it. Steve reached down and moved Chris' hand away from him dick. Steve took hold of his cock and rubbed it across Chris' lips as Chris opened them slightly, the tip of his tongue barely touching the meat. Steve placed a hand on either side of Chris' head and tilted it up slightly so that his cock was lined up with Chris' mouth. Chris opened it to receive his older bro and I watched with lust as the swollen head disappeared.
"Let me suck it."
Before I could catch myself I'd said it out loud. I panicked. They froze. Chris looked at the wall and stared at the hole. Steve seemed to not care about the interruption and he pushed his dick into Chris' face. Chris looked up at Steve and then back at the hole. I knew he saw me so I simply leaned toward the hole, opened my mouth and waited. My tongue hung like a panting dog as I felt the first and then the second dick touch it. I closed my lips around two swollen cocks and groaned as I realized that I was servicing both brothers.
The smaller of the two pulled out and, all of the sudden, Steve plowed into my eager throat. He stroked my mouth slowly, each thrust plunging over my wet tongue and deep inside me. I took a deep breath and opened as wide as I could to accept his fucking. After only a half dozen thrusts, he pulled his cock from my mouth and I felt him slapping my tongue and lips.
"Fuck his mouth, Chris."
Both of them were smacking their dicks on my face. They took turns smashing their cocks on my tongue as I wildly licked any piece of flesh that touched it. I desperately tried to capture at least the head in my mouth but they seemed to enjoy teasing me. I heard them laugh hysterically at my attempts and the slapping stopped as both of their fat heads pushed into my mouth once again. They kept pushing and filled my mouth with as much cock as it could take. I ran my tongue between the two shafts, over their fat heads and drilled each piss slit with the tip of it. Steve pulled out completely and Chris began fucking my face like a pro.
Spit poured down my chin and dripped on my legs as Chris rode my mouth. I was meeting each of his thrusts with my own, my tongue sliding across the bottom of his shaft and just touching the top of his sack before he'd pull back and slam it into my face again. The mixed smells of wood, spit and sweat was intoxicating. My own cock was begging for attention but I ignored it. Instead I gripped Chris' meat with one hand and used the other to brace myself against the wall as he thrust harder into me. He slammed into the wall one last time and I continued to work him with my hand and mouth sliding up and down his cock, milking him.
The first spurt gushed across my tongue and I throated him. Another shot and I pulled away letting him finish his nut by spraying the rest of his load on my face. As his dick quivered in my hand, I placed my lips around his head and licked the last drops of his cum as it oozed from his slit. Just as I was swallowing the kid's seed he pulled away, leaving my mouth empty.
"Keep your mouth right there, Man," Steve said.
I did.
He put his dick on my bottom lip and, as he jerked himself, his fist slammed into my face over and again.
"Stick out your tongue," he commanded.
Once again I opened my mouth as wide as I possibly could and within seconds was rewarded with another thick blast of cum. His was more bitter than Chris', but I didn't care. For the third time in less than 24 hours my mouth was being filled. I cupped my tongue so that each drop slid easily down my throat. As the last few spurts hit the roof of my mouth, Steve pushed himself into me one last time and then slowly he pulled away. I licked the head just before it disappeared through the hole.
"All that did was buy you some time, Chris. You're sucking me tonight."
They turned toward the trees and I heard Chris say, "I know."