Boys Will Be Boys - Their First Time

by Mickey Erlach

  He led me back to the tree house and opened a secret compartment, taking out a bottle of red wine. We cheered and drank in silence until he turned my head towards his and kissed me while running his fingers delicately down the line of my cheek.

  He pulled back and said, “You are an old soul.”

  He kissed me again with sweet, full wine lips, and I once again began to drown. Dusk was descending, and I could hear creatures coming out of hiding. He began to hum, and I fell in and out of sleep, my head on his leg.

  One must get lost in order to be found. This was the experience by which all of my future experiences would be based. I knew what it was I wanted. I knew who I was.

  He kissed me again, and again, on my chest, my hips, the insides of my thighs, and the face of my feet. He devoured my every inch, and I sang to the sky. I sang to all the birds under the sun, and I sang to the coming of the night.

  Stepbrothers

  By Mickey Erlach

  With spring semester over, Adam headed home for the summer before his senior year at State University. His mother had remarried a month prior, and she and her new husband were still on their honeymoon, so Adam knew he was coming home to an empty house.

  After a three-hour drive, he was happy to be pulling up in front of the house, and he noticed the hatchback parked in the driveway and figured it must belong to one of his new stepfather’s kids, who might be checking on the house.

  Adam pulled his suitcases out of the trunk and walked up the walkway, let himself in, and walked right up the stairs. After a long drive, he was in no mood to talk to anyone.

  He put the suitcases in his room, and the first thing he noticed was how hot it was in the house. If one of his new step siblings was there, why didn’t he turn on the AC? Adam shook his head and took off his shirt.

  Adam had been lifting weights since he was sixteen. His body was perfectly proportioned and nicely muscled at five-foot-eleven and 185 lbs. He inherited his mother’s smooth dark skin and his father’s large round ass, among other large assets.

  He walked downstairs to turn on the air conditioning. While adjusting the thermostat, he heard the front door open and someone saying goodbye, followed by a car speeding away. He remembered his stepbrother from the wedding. Louis was a little taller than Adam at six-foot-one, but he was leaner. His nineteen-year-old stepbrother had thick black hair and dark features much like his father’s, with black eyes and thick lips that begged to be kissed.

  Adam remembered talking to him at the wedding and wondering if it would be incestuous to lay his new stepbrother.

  “Hey, Adam,” Louis said as he extended his hand. The two of them shook hands.

  “Dude, what’s with not turning on the AC? It’s like a fucking oven in here,” Adam asked.

  Louis shook his head and headed upstairs. That was when Adam remembered that Louis was not much of a talker, and from what he gathered from his mother and Louis’s siblings, he was not always playing with a full deck either.

  Nutty or not, Adam still wondered if the boy liked to play.

  He headed back to his bedroom and unpacked his bags. After putting away the last of his clothes and putting the suitcases in the closet, he headed back downstairs to the kitchen for some water. His mother always kept a large jug of water in the refrigerator, and he decided to forgo a glass and drink it straight from the jug. As he was guzzling the water, Louis walked into the kitchen.

  “Adam, the man,” he said.

  Adam quit guzzling for a second and looked at Louis who had stripped to his boxers. The boy was long and lean, built like a swimmer with broad shoulders and a six pack. This pissed Adam off because he knew Louis never worked out, but he did hold out hope that Louis would end up fat when he hit thirty!

  “So, Louis, are you living here now, or are you house sitting?” Adam asked him.

  “Wouldn’t you like to know, bro,” Louis said, and he grabbed a soda and headed back to his room.

  Adam rolled his eyes and finished the jug. He filled it with tap water rather than filtered, put it back in the fridge and hoped it was full of bacteria for Louis to enjoy.

  Adam headed upstairs, walked into the bathroom, stripped and stepped into the shower. While he was soaping up, he thought of Louis, the weirdo, standing in the kitchen wearing nothing but his boxers, and his dick started to grow. Adam had not cum in a few days, so he took hold of his favorite toy and rubbed out a big load, barely taking a couple of minutes to do the deed, and hardly making a sound in the process as he learned to stay quiet while jerking off in the dorm.

  He finished his shower and pulled the curtain back, grabbing a towel at the same time. Adam was startled to find Louis there flossing his teeth. The house has three full baths, why is he in this one?

  Adam tried his best to conceal his cock, which was still half hard. It was difficult enough to hide when it was soft. However, Louis paid no attention to him, so Adam thought he would take one more stab at conversation.

  “So, Louis, are you working or going to school?”

  Louis stopped flossing and turned around to look at Adam, who had since wrapped the towel around his waist. Then he faced the mirror again.

  “No,” Louis said. He finished flossing and went into the guest room, shutting the door behind him.

  “What a doofus,” Adam said to himself. “I hope the little asshole isn’t here all summer.”

  Adam brushed his teeth then crawled into bed.

  At three in the morning, Adam was startled awake by some strange sounds. He thought there were cats fucking outside his window, but he soon realized the sounds were coming from the next room. He heard squeaking then high pitched moaning, more squeaking then Louis’s voice saying over and over again, “Good boy, good boy, good boy.”

  Adam never heard anyone come in. Who the hell was Louis talking to? Then he heard him yell, “Ahhh ahhh ahhh,” so loudly it shook the walls. Adam buried his head in his pillow to keep from laughing. Once the screaming stopped, he then heard Louis saying, “I’m such a good boy, oh yeah, good boy, good boy.” Then, there was silence.

  Adam was still laughing as he thought about his strange stepbrother masturbating and congratulating himself. Then he got hard again himself, but he was too tired to jerk off, so he rolled over and went back to sleep.

  Adam woke up early the next morning and decided to make himself a pot of coffee and work out in the basement gym, provided it was still there. After locating his extra large mug, he filled it with the freshly brewed coffee and headed to the basement.

  Since it was still pretty early, Adam decided to work out in just a black cotton jock strap, crew socks and cross trainers. The jock hugged his round butt and displayed his big basket perfectly, and he wished there were someone there to enjoy the view.

  Once in the basement, he was happy to see that for the most part his equipment was still where he left it.

  He loaded a couple of plates on the bar and secured them with collars. He decided to stretch a bit, and when he bent down to touch his toes he looked through his legs and saw Louis, stark naked and standing right behind him. Adam immediately stood up and turned around.

  Louis was standing there with his dick hanging limp but low accompanied by two big, equally low hanging balls, and he was holding a cup of coffee.

  “Adam the man,” Louis said. “I took some of your aromatic java.” He then turned around and headed back upstairs.

  Adam stood there dumbfounded and was pissed because he would now have to brew more coffee although he did enjoy the view of Louis’s bubble butt making its way up the stairs.

  He slid under the bar and pressed the weights for twelve reps, and he sat up after the set and admired himself in the mirror he had mounted across from the bench. Adam ran his hands over his chest and down his six pack abs. He then flexed both biceps, displaying the high peaks that always earned him attention in the gym at school then he lay back down and did another twelve reps. With each set, he looked in the mirror and flexed his pecs, b
ouncing them before doing another double bicep pose. Adam loved being his own audience, watching himself get pumped and flexing.

  Adam stood up and removed some of the plates and curled the barbell for ten reps very slowly, keeping his eyes on the vein that ran up his arms. Watching his biceps pump full of blood always turned him on, and his jock was beginning to get tighter.

  He put the bar down, and flexed again, doing a crab pose, flaring out his lats and finishing off with another double bicep pose. He then did another set of curls.

  During his third set, he heard Louis coming down the steps again. Adam finished the set and put the bar back. This time Louis was sitting in front of the mirror drinking another cup of coffee, blocking Adam’s view of himself. Fucking asshole, he thought, Drinks my coffee and interrupts my workout. However, Adam didn’t confront him because Louis was still naked.

  “Can I help you, Louis?” he asked.

  Silence.

  Louis just stared at Adam, studying every inch of him. Adam noticed how Louis was looking at him and didn’t know what to make of it.

  “Louis, you’re sitting in front of the mirror, and I can’t watch myself when I work out.”

  Louis turned and looked at the mirror as if he hadn’t noticed it was there. He stood up, walked across the room, and leaned on an old dresser that was placed in the basement a decade before.

  “Louis, are you just going to stand there?” Adam asked him.

  Again, silence.

  Adam did another set of curls, watching himself in the mirror when he noticed Louis was now standing behind him. Louis reached around and felt Adam’s biceps with each curl of the bar, running his hands over the pumped muscles. Adam was only startled for a split second then continued his set, enjoying the feel of his stepbrother’s hands on his muscles, and he started to get hard again.

  Adam curled until he was exhausted, then he put the bar back on the rack. As he looked at himself in the mirror, Louis continued to explore his body with his hands.

  Louis felt his stepbrother’s lats, tracing his fingers up Adam’s muscular back, then he squeezed Adam’s softball sized shoulders, and as one hand made its way up Adam’s neck the other reached around to feel Adam’s pumped chest.

  As Louis continued exploring his body, Adam’s breathing became heavier. He let his stepbrother enjoy every sweaty, pumped inch of him, and finally, Louis’s hand was running down his six-pack then inside the black cotton jock strap and going for the prize.

  As Louis released his stepbrother’s enormous boner, he stepped around and brushed his lips against Adam’s. Adam opened his mouth and reached around Louis’s head drawing him in and kissing him deeply, tasting the coffee the asshole had taken without permission. With his free hand, Adam reached down and grabbed the weirdo’s hard dick and was impressed with its length and girth. Adam slid his hand up to the swollen head and slicked it with the precum Louis’s big dick generously provided.

  Louis had managed to get Adam’s jock down around his ankles, and they continued to make out while stroking each other’s dicks. Louis’s free hand continued to explore Adam’s pumped body and found a nipple giving it a hard pull, and Adam moaned, but he did not let go of Louis’s mouth. Those lips were too good to let loose even for a second.

  He let go of Louis’s head and flexed his right bicep while his stepbrother felt it with his left hand, as they continued to kiss. Louis obviously liked the feel of flexed muscles because his dick would swell and pulse emitting more precum whenever Adam flexed. This in turn made Adam’s thick cock swell up, and he didn’t know how much longer he could last.

  Their breathing increased, and the stepbrothers were getting closer, but they never unlocked their lips.

  Finally, Louis pulled away from Adam’s lips and screamed, “Ahhh ahhh ahhh,” so loudly it startled Adam. Then he shot his load covering Adam’s belly and chest with pints of cum. The site of his stepbrother’s load on his pumped chest made Adam shoot all over Louis, who groaned while Adam was shooting, “You are such a good boy, oh yeah, good boy, good boy.”

  Then, there was silence.

  They pulled away from each other, and Adam grabbed a towel to wipe himself off, but Louis stopped him. He bent down and licked his stepbrother’s body clean. After he finished his breakfast of cum, he winked at Adam, turned and walked back upstairs without saying a word.

  Adam stood there with his half hard cock hanging out and his black cotton jock at his ankles and watched Louis’s round butt bounce as he walked up the stairs once again.

  What a fucking nut job, Adam thought. Then he smiled and hoped all his workouts would end like this one.

  The Masseurs

  By Lew Bull

  I picked up a copy of the newspaper and turned to the classified ads. There I saw a heading, Massage. I skimmed through the lists of adverts and noticed how many included items such as “Man to Man,” or various sizes such as “10 inches” or “8 inches.” I realized that these adverts were not simply for massaging, but for little, or in some cases large, extras. I had never experienced a massage, with an “extra bit” thrown in, but at this present moment, I was feeling extremely horny and in dire need of some sex.

  Having gone through the ads, I went back to one that had caught my attention; which read:

  FUN IN THE SUN

  Many hot guys waiting for you!

  Brad – young, hung, hunky 9”

  Mark – hottest butt in town

  Clint – thickest 10” of passion

  Gary – body-builder 8”

  Eric – sexy stud to tease

  Chad – muscular 9” both ways

  The reason this advert caught my attention was that if I was going to get a massage, plus a bit extra, at least I could have a choice among a number of young guys, who all sounded like Adonises; after all, one should always keep one’s options open! Underneath the advert was a telephone number, so I picked up the telephone and dialed the number. A soft-sounding male voice answered at the other end of the line and said, “Fun in the Sun, good morning. How may I help you?”

  I replied hesitantly, as I had never done this before.

  “Hello, I was just phoning to enquire about the massages. What are your hours and how much is it?”

  Obviously the voice on the other end was used to questions of this nature, so there was no hesitation on his part.

  “We’re open twenty-four hours, and it depends whether you want a half-hour or full-hour session.”

  Before I had a chance to reply, he continued, “Why don’t you pop around and come and meet the guys and see if you like anything.”

  With an invitation like that, and feeling as horny as I did, I thought, to hell with the cost, let’s go.

  I, however, decided I would go in the evening, maybe, so that no one would see me.

  Early that evening, I had a shower, a bite to eat and left for the place, having been given directions by the man on the phone.

  I drove up to the gate of a fairly large house and pressed the intercom button. I heard the same voice I had heard earlier on the phone and introduced myself as the guy who had phoned earlier and was coming for a massage. The gate opened, and I drove my car into the grounds and parked in the demarcated parking area. I noticed that there were a few other cars already parked there, so I knew there had to be other customers. I walked up to the front door, which was smartly opened before I could ring the doorbell by a young guy of about twenty-two years of age wearing only a pair of running shorts. I think my mouth dropped open as this was not quite what I had expected, however, I did like what I saw.

  “Please come in, and welcome to Fun in the Sun. I take it that this is your first time here?”

  “Yes,” I stammered, still not being able to take my eyes off of the guy. I thought, well, if the rest are as good looking as this one, then this should be a very interesting evening.

  “Come through to the lounge,” he said, closing the door behind me and then leading down a long corridor. As I walked dow
n the corridor, I noticed quite a few doors leading off it. At last we entered a lounge that was tastefully furnished in a mix of modern with touches of art deco and had a few young men sitting around, half naked, casually chatting to each other.

  “Would you like a drink?” asked my host.

  “Thank you,” I replied, “just a beer.”

  He disappeared for a moment and returned with my beer, which he handed to me.

  “The first drink is on the house,” he said smiling at me, and we both sat down.

  “Now,” he continued, “my name is Fred, and if there’s anything that you want, please don’t hesitate to call me. Are you looking for anyone in particular?”

  “I don’t know,” I said rather sheepishly. “I don’t know any of the guys.”

  “Well, I’ll tell you what, why don’t I take you to one of the rooms, and I’ll send the guys in one at a time and if there’s anyone that you particularly want, you simply tell him, and we stop the ‘parade’ there, and he’ll be your masseur for the evening.”

  “What about the cost?” I asked.

  “That you negotiate with your masseur, whether it’s for an hour or for less. Would you like to try?”

  “OK,” I replied, and off we went down the corridor toward some of the bedrooms.

  I noticed that the farther down the corridor we went, the darker it seemed to get.

  Eventually, we entered a room which had a double bed situated in the center of the room and a TV on a stand against one of the walls; other than that, the room was bare. There were no lights on in the room, and the only light that filtered in came from the glow down the corridor. Although the room looked gloomy because of a lack of light, it still felt comfortably warm.

  Fred led me over to the bed and said, “Make yourself comfortable, take your clothes off, and I’ll send in the first of the guys.”