Terry usually waited until he heard his parents stop talking. That meant they had gone to bed if not to sleep. He opened his laptop and typed in the address.
Each night he read the postings, entered the chat board and occasionally had private computer conversations.
He learned to type with one hand and stroke his young erection with the other as he read, chatted and learned.
The fantasies he had been having were the same as other boys. He was not alone. They too were frustrated, yet thinking of new ways to give and get pleasures that only boys like him could desire.
And often he'd drift away from the computer screen as he writhed under the covers, fingers jamming, feeling and hands stroking until the inevitable end to the nightly excursion into his perverted thoughts.
"PVT?" it appeared now and then. And his fingers spelled out questions, fantasies, lies and "what ifs". The replies were educational, funny, exciting and tempting.
"I'm really 45" an answer would reveal the truth sometimes. "I'M A STRAIGHT GUY WHOSE GIRLFRIEND IS OUT OF TOWN, COME OVER" a temptation might appear. "WE'VE GOT A GROUP HERE, LIGHTS OFF, and ANONYMOUS ORGY" a fantasy introduced.
Yet Terry would satisfy his pent up reactions to all he read by himself though his mind might be with that older man, the straight guy or in the darkness with grappling hands, hungry mouths and hard cocks.
Terry would awake to the sound of his alarm clock radio, bumping into the laptop which was his only bedmate and the usually blood filled flesh he had rubbed nearly raw the night before.
Breakfast, a bike ride to school, gossip, sports, locker rooms with glances at his naked classmates and home again to books, family and the nocturnal laptop excursions he anticipated and needed.
The hand on his butt made him jump. Carl grabbed it as they stood wearing their blue gowns and the mortars that defined them as graduates.
The summer found them both naked on the nude beach playing Frisbee and touch football with naked strangers.
Carl came back from his escape to the nearby shrubs to pee. "I just got a blowjob" he whispered excitedly. "Go, you got to do it"
Terry nervously wandered from their blankets, on the paths until old bunkers offered places to wait for what Carl said would happen.
"Great" a voice interrupted Terry's thoughts. The hands pushed him to his knees and his mouth was invaded. Terry sucked the cock the way he had read about, the way guys in private chat described. His head was held tightly as the unknown cock's owner let his sperm shoot down Terry's throat.
"How was it?" Carl asked. Terry took his eyes off the naked buttocks of his friend. "Uh great, you were right" He plopped face down on his towels so his half hard cock wasn't visible. He liked sucking cock he realized.
As he felt the sun heating his shoulders, back, butt and legs, Terry thought about some of the other fantasies and that they too might be as satisfying as the lingering taste of sperm in his mouth.
There was no homework, no bike rides to school or demands that summer. Terry typed on his laptop day and night, looking, learning and searching.
"PVT?" QMAN typed. Terry responded.
"WHAT ARE YOU LOOKING FOR?" QMAN asked.
Terry was honest, revealing his reaction to the nude beach blowjob, his fantasies, wondering if he should try other things. "WHAT IS IT REALLY LIKE GETTING FUCKED?"
The screen remained blank for what seemed like a long time. Terry assumed the guy wasn't interested.
"ARE YOU READY TO FIND OUT?" finally appeared.
Terry's types obscure thoughts, reactions and answers.
"LOOK IF YOU ARE REALLY INTERESTED...."
Terry jacked his penis that night. He thought about the person he chatted with. He didn't know if it was an old man, young guy, white, black, or someone wanting to do far more then they talked about.
Returning to the keyboard, Terry saw QMAN was in the chat room. He almost backed away not wanting to have to confront the unknown person.
"READY?" QMAN typed, not in private either.
Terry left his demanding cock. "PVT?" Terry typed.
"GOOD EVENING, I HAVE THINGS READY FOR YOU" QMAN typed "IF YOU WANT TO CALL ME SO YOU'LL FEEL COMFORTABLE, HERE'S MY NUMBER."
Terry made a decision "THANKS, WILL COME"
The house was quiet though nobody would question his movements now that he was a graduate destined to travel to University in the fall.
He pulled on jeans and a shirt left unbuttoned. Flip flops had become his summer choice and he wore them now as he left the house.
It was totally dark yet the warmth of the summer sun still provided a blanket of oppressing heat and humidity.
Terry could have taken the car but instead decided to straddle his familiar bike savoring the silence instead. The ride was a long one leaving him sweat coated and tired as he headed towards the address given.
He stopped and stripped his shirt off laying it across the back of a bus stop bench. He sat to catch his breath and review his late night decision. Despite his body's state, Terry's cock remained half hard and hardened more as he sat there rethinking.
The phone responded to his fingers and a voice answered. It was deep, quiet almost comforting.
"YOU THERE?" it asked.
"UH YES SIR, I UH" Terry stammered.
"IT'S OK IF YOU CHANGED YOUR MIND, I UNDERSTAND" the voice which Terry knew only as QMAN said.
"NO, I UH, I'M COMING" Terry said "JUST WAS RUNNING LATE AND WANTED TO CALL" he lied.
"THANK YOU, YOU'LL HAVE FUN" QMAN said "SO WILL I" he said being honest.
"COOL" Terry said regretting his revealed youth. He wanted to sound more mature for some reason. "I NEED IT" he said revealing his honesty.
"I KNOW" the voice said "SEE YOU SOON"
Terry inhaled deeply. The decision he had made earlier =, he made again. He forgot his shirt and straddled the bike. His cock was rock hard, stomach jittery and he wanted to be there as fast as possible.
The hot night air flowed over his bare torso. It helped him as Terry peddled faster and faster so he arrived breathless and again coated in the humidity caused sweat.
The gate was unlocked as promised as Terry entered and leaned his bike against the garage wall. He locked the gate and found the stairs leading down to the basement entrance.
The room was cooler then the outdoors. A dim yellow light in the corner was the only light.
Terry looked around. The room had a couch converted to a bed. There was an easy chair, a large screen TV and a bookshelf. A large footlocker was open. There were leather straps, metal rings and dildos on it.
"I HAVE TOYS THAT WILL HELP YOU" QMAN had typed.
Terry wanted to keep the anonymity though the man had offered alternative.
"OK THEN JUST FOLLOW MY INSTRUCTIONS, DO WHAT I TELL YOU BOY" the man had typed.
That message had made his gut click and cock throb. There was something in the person taking charge that made Terry more excited. It was just like the person in the bushes pushing him to the ground and shoving his cock in his mouth. That made Terry excited, so excited he was swallowing an unknown person's cock and sperm without questioning the action.
"YES SIR" Terry typed
"NICE RESPONSE BOY" QMAN said.
Terry realized he had left his shirt on the bench. He thought it was tucked into the back of his jeans which he was now unbuttoning.
He rolled the jeans and put them on tope of his flip flops. He was naked, vulnerable and hard.
Moving to the bench, Terry surveyed it then lay face down. There were places for his legs, arms, and chest. His erection and ball sac hung below. A cool breeze flowed across his buttocks and between them.
He wasn't cold but Terry shivered. The mask was the last item he put on. Terry wanted to seclude himself into a dark world like the nights he hid under the covers satisfying himself while savoring the fantasies his computer helped him create.
"NICE BOY" the deep voice said suddenly. Yet the voice didn't surprise him rather flowed like the night heat over him. Terry didn't respond.
"VERY NICE" the fingers made him flinch but the voice calmed him again. They moved the distance of the backbone to the shoulders and back down again over one buttock then another and down his thighs.
"WE'LL GO SLOW, I WANT TO GET TO KNOW THIS BODY" the fingers moved under him and located his nipples.
Terry reacted as the mans fingers pulled each one, pinching until the reaction was noticeable.
"LET'S SEE" the man said as first one nipples then the other were pinched again, this time not by fingers.
"JUST SO YOU KNOW YOU CAN'T BACK OUT" the straps were buckled. Terry knew they would be. QMAN had described the process, yet having his legs, thighs; wrists strapped into place did take away the possibility of saying "NO".
Terry knew he could anyway but they let his brain feel he was indeed captured. The pinching things on his nipples hurt as they pulled on the flesh.
"CAN YOU TAKE THEM OFF?" Terry asked.
"NO BOY" the voice said "WANT ME TO GAG YOU?"
The voice didn't wait for a response. The ball pulled into Terry's mouth and the strap tightened around his head.
Terry was indeed captured now.
"A BIT OF FUR" the voice said. He had asked in the chatroom.
"ARE YOU SMOOTH OR HAIRY"
"A BIT OF HAIR" Terry had said.
"I"LL TAKE CARE OF THAT" QMAN responded.
The razor now moved across Terry's buttocks. The hand followed it feeling the degree of smoothness. It held Terry's erection and balls that dangled between his spread legs. And the razor smoothed his taint and butthole next.
"I'LL DO THE REST IN YOUR NEXT SESSON" the voice said as his fingers pulled on Terry's ballsac hair and pubic hair..
"TONIGHT WE'LL JUST DO THIS" the voice said as his finger began to play with Terry's anus.
"I'M GOING TO TRAIN YOU AT MY PACE, YOU JUST DO WHAT I SAY"
Terry muttered a YES SIR into his gag.
The finger was inside him and the man described what he was doing. Terry felt the finger against his prostate. He had felt his own finger there but didn't really know what the lump was. He squeezed his sphincter as instructed to feel the finger's circumference.
"TIGHTER BOY TIGHTER" the man instructed. Terry gripped as hard as he could.
"OK RELAX, I'M GONNA...." The voice described the juice he was applying to Terry's sphincter and insides.
He left Terry awhile. The sound of the TV turning on and the man handling something made Terry wonder.
"OK BOY TRY THIS"
It hurt but responding to the man's instructions, it was inside him soon passing the resistance. It slid in and out. Terry knew he was being fucked by one of the dildos he had seen.
"GOOD BOY"
The pain was sudden. Terry had felt it before when he was a child. His Dad used the wide leather belt to punish him. But that was long ago.
The dildo inside him and strap across his smooth buttocks, Terry began to cry as repeated hits mixed memories of his youth with the new sensation of a thickness inside him. The man moved it as he hit again and again. Terry wondered if he had made a mistake.
"YOU'RE GOING TO BE A GOOD BOY" the man said "BY THE END OF THE SUMMER, YOU'LL BE .." the man didn't finish the sentence. His big hand slid across where the belt had hit. Something he spread there cooled the redness.
Terry wanted to thank him, he almost thought of his father after those spankings when he was apologetic for whatever he had done wrong seeking his Father's attention. But the man would just leave him alone his bare buttocks red and swollen.
"READY FOR YOUR MASTER'S COCK BOY?" the voice brought Terry back to the moment, the basement and his decision.
His muffled YES SIR wasn't needed.
"OK JUST RELAX" Terry felt the man's cock against his loosened butthole. It slid in surprisingly easy. The dildo had stretched the entrance he knew.
Terry relaxed. He was being fucked by a real cock, an older man's cock. It was his first time.
"Do you ever wonder what it feels like?" Terry had asked Carl.
"What being queer?" Carl asked "Getting a blowjob isn't gay stuff, hell women love doing it."
"No I mean you know fucking" Terry
"Fucking or getting fucked?" Carl laughed nudging his naked friend.
"Both" Terry decided on the best way to say it.
"Fuck man, if you want to get fucked, let me know. That cute ass of yours drives me nuts" Carl slapped Terry's bare butt and laughed.
They didn't talk further. But Terry wondered how he would take Carl up on his offer. After all he trusted his friend and getting fucked by a guy could be dangerous with someone he didn't know.
"FEEL YOUR MASTER'S COCK BOY?" the voice brought Terry back to the reality of the moment. The thickness inside him was larger then before.
"GO AHEAD BOY FEEL IT, SQUEEZE" the man slapped Terry's butt making the boy flinch.
Terry felt his intestines tighten around the cock. He imagined the sight of the hard man sized cock lodged inside him. He squeezed and moved his hips sliding on it.
"WAIT FOR IT BOY, I'LL FUCK YOU DON"T WORRY" the man chuckled at Terry's apparent desire.
Terry relaxed as the cock began to move in and out, short movements at first then slow long movements.
"SHIT" Terry said out loud, surprised he could hear the word clearly despite the gag.
"YES BOY YOU ARE NO LONGER A VIRGIN" the voice said sliding the cock so far in it rubbed against new intestine flesh.
Terry moaned.
"ARE YOU A VIRGIN" QMAN typed.
"I GUESS" Terry responded afraid the anonymous corresponder would think him too young and inexperienced.
"GOOD, I CAN TRAIN YOU" QMAN said.
Terry knew then he had found someone that might indeed help him.
Now Terry knew he had made the right decision.
"OK BOY I NEED SOME ACTION, WHEN I WITHDRAW SQUEEZE" the man began to pull his cock out and slapped Terry's butt.
Terry squeezed as hard as he could against the moving cock.
"NOW RELAX" the man said and Terry obeyed feeling the cock slide back in.
Again and again, Terry did what the man said.
"FUCK ME SIR FUCK ME" Terry's brain and muffled vocal chords said.
The man quickened his pace slamming his body against Terry's buttocks.
"FUCK" The voice suddenly yelled out. Terry thought he felt the cock get larger inside him. There wasn't pain but it just felt larger.
"OK BOY NOW MORE FUN" the man left his cock inside and lay on Terry's back. His fingers reached around Terry and removed each clip.
Terry reacted as the pain in each nipple stung. The fingers that replaced each one, squeezed, pinched and twisted.
Terry wanted the pain to stop. Then the fingers rubbed each tip and Terry groaned.
"YES BOY YOU KNOW PAIN AND PLEASURE ARE THE SAME, YOU'LL LEARN OVER THE NEXT FEW WEEKS"
Then the body moved and Terry felt his back cool. The cock was still inside him and began to move again.
"THIS ONE IS FOR ME" the voice said fucking faster and faster until Terry once again heard him say "FUCK FUCK FUCK"
He knew the man had deposited a second prostate emptying load of man sperm inside him.
The hand reached under and began to stroke. It wasn't until then Terry realized his cock had softened. As the hand played and stroked it hardened again.
"SQUEEZE" the voice said but he didn't slap Terry's butt this time. Terry flexed his muscles feeling the cock still lodged inside him.
His cock was leaking and his gut began to heat up.
"SQUEEZE BOY HARDER" Terry obeyed which stopped his insides from exploding at least until the point he couldn't stop it.
Something inside him literally clicked and the cum flowed out of him in what seemed like long streams.
They were both quiet then the hand removed Terry's gag.
"STILL FEEL ME INSIDE?" the voice asked.
"YES SIR"
"SQUEEZE"
Terry squeezed but didn't feel the man's cock.
"YOU'LL FEEL ME FOR AWHILE"
The man unbuckled the straps.
"LET ME KNOW WHEN YOU'RE READY FOR YOUR NEXT LESSON"
Terry lay there for a few moments. There was no sound around him. The man has left the room. Pulling himself back Terry saw his image on the TV screen. Feeling his butt, the anus was still open a bit.
He pulled his jeans on reluctantly. Terry liked being naked. He liked being naked in a strange place. He liked someone using him.
As he closed the door and walked to where he had left his bike, Terry realized the sunrise had begun. What seemed like immeasurable moments had been hours as he began the journey of his decision.
Riding away from the address of his first fucking, Terry still felt the man inside him. He flexed and yet the feeling didn't go away. His cock hardened as he rode. He wondered if he would go back and what new things were there to learn and experience . If he did go back would the man take things too far?
Memories of the belt slapping his asscheeks made him doubt going back. But there weren't lasting sensations of pain like there were when he was a kid getting punished. But he didn't remember lasting pain then either. There was only the belt, the tears and the man walking away leaving him embarrassed, crying and feeling the welts created.
Now he felt only the stretched muscle and flesh the man's cock had created.
By the time the sun had risen, Terry's bike passed Carl's house. He would still be in bed enjoying the summer freedom that allowed.
Terry circled his bike back towards the house. He had often gone in the back door and upstairs finding Carl in bed sleeping naked as Terry did. His morning boner would be the object of their jokes and wrestling before the day of school began.
But there was no school anymore.
Terry found the key in the flowerpot and unlocked the door. Carl's mother as in the kitchen.
"Hi Terry, he's in bed, going to work" she waved as he passed by. "Be careful of the sun like that" she said.
Terry was shirtless. He forgot to stop by the bench to retrieve his shirt. Carl was sleeping under a pile of sheets. One bare leg straddled a sheet.
Terry unbuttoned his jeans and put them on the flip flips he kicked off. He wanted Carl to be where the man had been. He wondered if he could feel it, Was Carl willing? Would knowing his friend was indeed queer piss him off?
Terry slowly moved to the bed and lifted the sheets. Carl's cock was rock hard.
Terry didn't hesitate this time. He had hesitated that first time he touched it. Carl had awakened and they wrestled both jacking themselves until they showered each other. They were 13 then.
Terry touched it. Carl moaned but didn't wake up. Terry leaned forward and licked it. Again Carl moaned.
Terry swallowed it, remembering the cock that had been forced into his mouth and throat on the beach. He licked it inside him. The cock seemed to expand. He slid his lips, wondering if Carl's cum would taste different then the stranger on the beach.
"Fuck" Carl said but he didn't push Terry away. Terry didn't stop either, tonguing his friends cock inside his mouth.
He felt Carl's hand on his bare shoulder and head. He heard Carl breathing deeper and deeper as his hips began to fuck Terry's lips.
"SHIT" Carl said "Keep that up and I'm either gonna cum down your throat or pull out and fuck that ass"
Terry felt Carl's hand on his butt. He didn't pat or slap it. Instead he slid his hand across the newly smoothed skin.
"Good I want you to fuck me all day" Terry said
He moved and Carl whether he was surprised by his friend's actions or not, jammed his cock where he had admitted fantasizing.
The first fuck was fast and exploded too soon. Terry had hardly enough time to use the lessons he had learned only hours before feeling Carl's cock inside him.
"They went downstairs, both still naked, laughing and joking about their summer horniness.
"Shit you were tighter then Josie ever was" Carl said "if you had let me do that years ago I'd be queer too"
Terry's brain realized Carl had called him queer. But it didn't seem like an abusive thing.
They ate breakfast, joked about sex, summer and each other's cocks.
"Want to go back upstairs?" Carl asked.
"All day" Terry said
Carl and he wrestled as they had as boys, cocks hard and hands grabbing. On his back Terry looked at his friend as the cock slid back inside him. He watched his friends face grimace, his stomach tighten, his chest expand and squeezed to feel the flesh inside him.
"Nice one" he complimented Carl. And then amazed to see Carl bend over and take his cock in his mouth.
He didn't want Carl to be gay too. He wanted him to be straight fucking his gay friend. But the feeling of the warm lips, the fingers that were pulling on his nut sac caused him to lay back until his cum spurt.
He heard Carl cough as his cock continued to spurt, landing sperm on his stomach.
"Come on" Carl led him to the shower and they soaped, rinsed and held each other.
"I know this is wrong but hell it's our last summer" Carl said. Terry kissed him. It was true. Carl would be wearing a uniform at the Academy; he would be thousands of miles away lugging books and listening to lectures.
They would say good bye and probably never be able to relive years of friendship let alone whatever this last summer held.
"God you're hard already" Terry said.
"All day long" Carl said.
The fucking of Terry let him lay face down, get on his hands and knees, straddle Carl. It was sunset when they heard Carl's mother come home. She yelled upstairs.
Terry declined dinner and rode to his house. He collapsed on his own bed and disappeared from reality dreaming of new memories.
"Hey" Carl's voice was on the phone "Where did you learn all that?"
They talked and Terry wanted to go to his friend's house and sleep beside him the night letting him satisfy his morning lust again.
"Can't gotta go to Colorado in the morning for some indoctrination" Carl said "didn't want to tell you"
Carl was gone. Terry knew. They talked and promised to get together when Carl came back in a month for two weeks.
Terry felt empty. It was all changing too fast. If Carl came back, he may not have time before having to return. He had family, other friends. But Terry hoped.
It was 3 am. Terry couldn't sleep.
"YOU OK?" the words appeared in the chat room.
"YES SIR" Terry responded "PVT?"
"HOW DO YOU FEEL?" QMAN said.
"DIFFERENT" Terry said honestly.
"REGRETS?"
"NO SIR" Terry said
"SO WHAT HAVE YOU DECIDED?" QMAN asked.
"SIR I NEED MORE TRAINING" Terry said
"IF YOU'RE SERIOUS REPORT, IF NOT I UNDERSTAND, IT WAS FUN" QMAN typed.
"SIR I'M COMING" Terry had made a decision. He closed the laptop. The jeans slipped on. He didn't bother with a shirt. He wanted to be hot, sweaty and naked ready to be taught more lessons, used and trained to be what he had decided he was.