Lock the Door

It was so nasty to see my huge erection sticking into Paul’s mouth. Between
the incredibly delicious sensations I was feeling on my dick and the
forbidden eroticism of having this boy, another male, so eager to make me
come in his mouth, it was the biggest turn-on I had ever experienced, and my
body was reacting accordingly.

I tried to warn Paul about what was happening, but before I could get more
than a moan out I felt my balls rise, my hardon swell, and come start to
shoot through my cock as it started bouncing with each pulse of intense
orgasm.

He had tried to suck a bit more of my very thick shaft into his mouth just
before I started coming, and so the first jet of semen hit him in the back
of the throat, hard. I guess he wasn’t expecting me to come so soon, and he
was clearly caught by surprise. As that first spurt shot into his mouth he
gagged, tried to swallow it, and then gagged again as the second jet of come
shot into his mouth full force. He started coughing, releasing my cock with
his lips and pulling back his head, and continued to sputter trying to get
himself under control as jet after jet of come squirted across his cheeks
and chin. He had the presence of mind to keep jacking me off as I came, and
did I ever come!

My cock practically exploded from the intense sensations of his wet mouth
and tongue on it, and it was a huge come, even for me- I must’ve practically
drowned him with my first two spurts straight into his mouth. I kept coming
and coming as he jacked me off, shooting thick spurt after thick spurt of
semen, which landed on his cheeks, his chin, over his shoulders and down
his back, as he coughed trying to recover. It was particularly strong since
I had gone from soft to coming in only two minutes- it was that intense!

As the orgasm subsided to a stringy pulsing trickle dripping from my
cockhead to the floor, propelled by the last few orgasmic throbs gripping my
groin, he stopped jacking me, and we surveyed the results of our sex. He was
drenched with semen, his shirt soaked around the shoulders and along the
back, and there were several large gobs of come dripping from his chin and
right forearm, and a puddle of come on the floor under my now-sagging dick.
“Man, you were quick! You surprised me!”, he exclaimed, adding “You come so
hard, it really choked me! I do this with a friend of mine, and when he
comes, it’s a mouthful, but with you! There’s no way I can handle all that!
I almost drowned!”. Then he said, thinking, “Maybe next time we try this you
tell me before you come, and I’ll aim you elsewhere, and just do you with my
hands to finish you.”

Next time! As I heard him say that, I felt a surge of excitement. I was
sold! If that meant I was queer, I couldn’t have cared less. The incredible
turn-on of getting blown by him was worth anything, any degradation, if only
I could have it again, and he had said next time! I couldn’t wait...

We cleaned ourselves up and wiped the floor. His shirt was a disaster, so I
gave him one of mine to borrow; there’s no way he could’ve been seen with
his shirt soaked and smelling like come. As we cleaned up, we made plans to
try again tomorrow; he said he’d try to make me last longer, and to keep
himself from drowning!

7.

The following afternoon found us in my room again; I eagerly started getting
undressed, while Paul closed the door. As I pulled my pants down today I was
hard as a rock, now that I knew what to expect; as my pants cleared my
crotch the huge bulge of my erection tenting my underwear came into view, a
wet patch of pre-come already building on the cloth. Paul eyed my condition
with that glazed-over look he would get in his eyes; he seemed to really be
magnetically drawn to my erection. I had no complaints about that; I was
starting to live for our sessions together.

He had me lie down on my bed, and he sat down on the edge by my knees facing
me. He had taken off his shirt, to make cleanup easier, remembering
yesterday, and his pants were opened, his erection sticking up from them.
Taking my now-raging hardon in his hand, he started sliding its skin up and
down slowly while he said, “Let’s see if we can’t get you to last a little
longer today. But this time, tell me when you’re going to come so I don’t
drown.”

He then leaned forward, and took the head of my cock in his mouth. It was
heaven! Like yesterday, I felt a surge of sexual pleasure as I felt his
warm, wet lips and tongue envelope my cockhead. But today, he swirled his
tongue around the head a few times while he sucked it, and slowly pulled his
mouth away, releasing in with a wet, kissing sound. All the while he
continued to jack me slowly; and then every few minutes he would suck my
head again for a few seconds, and withdraw.

This became the rhythm he maintained for the next half hour, with several
pauses when I got too close to coming. It was an exquisite hand/blow job; he
had a thick, steady flow of cream streaming down my cock, mingled with the
saliva from his mouth, lubricating my thick shaft, that he slid his hands up
and down in a wet, slow-motion jack off.

My whole body was on fire; each time he leaned forward and took my cock into
his mouth I surged to near coming, but held off by an extreme effort of will
as best I could, having him pause when I couldn’t hold it any longer. I was
panting, sighing, and moaning involuntarily, my erection painfully stiff and
burning, and finally I felt the building of a wave I knew I would never be
able to hold off. “I’m gonna come”, I told him; he leaned back and started
jacking it fast.

I felt the familiar surging of fluids in my balls and the dizzying rush of
pleasure, as the first throb of orgasm gripped my cock. It jumped, and a
thick stream of come squirted high into the air. At that very moment, the
door to my room suddenly opened, and there stood my mom!

Horrified, but completely powerless to do anything, I watched the scene
unfold, as if in slow motion. She stood in the door, motionless, staring
blankly, taking in what she was seeing, trying to make sense of it; Paul,
unaware that she was there since he was facing away from the door, continued
to pump my huge erection, that was spewing load after load of semen in the
air, falling back all over Paul’s hand and my belly. Of course I couldn’t
stop coming, and it was a big one, so she stood there watching as stream
after stream of semen squirted through my cock, under paul’s avid
masturbation. He was jacking himself off, too, and had just started coming
himself; so she was seeing both our erections shooting off. It was like a
frozen tableau; nothing moved but Paul's hand for what seemed like thirty
seconds, until my orgasm finally subsided; then my mother turned, a shocked
look on her face, and left, closing the door.

Paul jerked up suddenly at the noise of the door closing, and said, “What
was that?” I told him that my mother had seen the whole thing, him jacking
me off and both of us coming. He went white as my words penetrated, then
said “Oh my god!”, and started to quickly clean up. I followed suit, saying,
“I thought you locked the door!” “I thought you had”, he countered, and we
continued with gloomy speculation about what was going to come of it.

As we left my room, she was waiting in the kitchen. We walked sheepishly to
the door and I let Paul out, without a word. I turned around, still looking
down, mortified at having been caught in such an embarrassing position,
hoping to sneak out of the room without any discussion, but she started
ranting; “My god, you could lock your door- I know that boys do these
things, but my god! And with that young boy! No, no, I guess it’s natural,
but it was shocking to walk in on- and you were so... big!” she suddenly
blurted. “Your father wasn’t like that, and so much stuff! That boy Paul, I
don’t ever want... I guess I can’t stop you, you’re going to do what you
want, if not here then someplace else...”. Then shaking her head, she went
on, as if to herself, “Look, you’re a big boy now, obviously, and it’s your
life, you do what you want- But you should be careful not to get caught
doing things like that! Some people would... Look, I just don’t want to
know!”. At that, flustered, she turned and fled from the room.

8.

Paul called me that night, and I told him what she had said. Even though she
had basically given us her ok, we decided to lay low for a while. He
wondered where else it might be safe to do it; and we agreed to think about
it, and I’d call him tomorrow after school.

The next afternoon I called him, and he had a proposal. “Look- I talked to
my friend, you know, the one I do stuff with, and he said we could meet at
his house and do it- it would be cool, he doesn’t have any brothers or
sisters and his parents work... but, he would want to watch.” I was
horrified to have our secret out, but he reassured me, “Don’t worry, I
didn’t tell him your name, but he’s completely cool- we do this stuff too,
he wants to keep it a secret too. The only reason he’d go along is I told
him how big you are, and he’d love to see you getting done.” We talked more,
him reassuring me and me protesting, but eventually the burning in my groin
won out, and his reassurances seemed sufficient to me. I didn’t know this
guy, but he lived in the neighborhood, and Paul told me how to get there.

He lived just a few blocks away, so it was an easy walk over there. I found
myself reflecting on how I had gotten into this twisted sexual arrangement
with Paul as I walked along; I was horrified that I found myself so eagerly
acquiescing in this blatantly homosexual relationship. But in spite of my
acknowledged sensibility, I lived for the intense sex that ocurred when we
got together. As I approached the door, my anxiety built, and I was gripped
with trepidation; now we were going to bring a stranger in on my “secret”
activities, and it felt very threatening; what if others found out about
what I was doing, and now with two boys? But finally, I was propelled the
last few steps by my lust, and I reached for the door.

Paul answered the door, and introduced me to the other boy standing there,
who’s name he said was Terry. He was about Paul’s age, a little taller than
Paul, and he greeted me with a grin. “Hi, great to meet you... Paul’s told
me a LOT about you! Come on in!”. He had a twinkle in his eye, and kept
giving Paul a knowing grin; evidently he was pleased to be in on our
session.

They were talking together as they led me farther in to the house. “Let’s do
it in the living room”, Paul said; “You know, in the chair.” Both boys
smiled, their eyes sparkling, as we entered what must have been the living
room. Paul turned to me, and indicated an unusual chair over in the corner
of the room, saying,”They have this really cool chair... We use it all the
time; wait’ll you see!” He led me over to the chair; it was a chair from a
barber’s office, with a headrest, footrest, and arms, all very adjustable.

Terry started adjusting it as Paul turned to me, and said expectantly,
“Ok?”, as if to say, the ball’s in my court, was I ok with this? I was
seized with a very strange mixture of embarrassment and excitement; now that
the reality of the event was here, the prospect of being on exhibition to
this new kid was both terrifying and very exciting. I had never felt like
this before; my heart was racing, but I could feel my dick growing in my
pants. Paul noticed the growing bulge pushing out my pants front, and smiled
at my bodies acquiescence to what was about to happen. Terry was done
fiddling with the chair, and had turned, and both boys watched intently as I
reached for my belt.

I felt helpless, powerless; in the grip of lust, and following along into a
situation that terrified me; but my raging hardon, and the shockingly taboo
nature of this blatantly homosexual performance, both guaranteed a
spectacular orgasm at the hands of these boys, and I had become a hopeless
sex addict, seduced by Paul’s expert masturbation. I didn’t know any other
way to find the intense orgasms that he wrung from me daily. I felt totally
passive and surrendered to the inevitability of whatever these boys wanted
with me- I knew I was their sex slave, and my thick erection was their
plaything.

I undid my belt and slid my pants down very slowly, putting on a show in
spite of myself. It felt very exciting to be watched by the two boys as I
was about to violate the most basic taboo, revealing my fully hard erection
to a stranger. As my pants moved down, the huge bulge of my hardon tenting
out the front of my underwear came into view. Both boys’ eyes were gleaming,
as they watched in silence.

I stepped out of my pants, and reached for the band of my briefs. Sliding
them down slowly, first the tuft of my pubic hair came into view, then the
base of my thick shaft. I was holding the band tightly as I slid it down, so
that it would ride along my cock, holding the head down ‘til the last
minute, when it would spring free. I had no will of my own, but found myself
doing it like this because that is what I imagined they wanted to see. As
the shaft slowly came more and more into view, Terry’s eyes widened; and
when the waistband cleared the head and it was suddenly released, my
erection slapped into my belly as it sprung up.

Both boys ogled my now full-hard erection bobbing there in front of my
belly. “Wow!”, Terry said, “You weren’t exaggerating! It’s HUGE!” I noticed
bulges in both boys pants.

Resigned to this bizarre situation and propelled by the lust I felt surging
through my groin, I turned to get into the chair, and noticed how Terry had
adjusted it. He had the back lying way back, the seat up, and the footrest
raised a bit, so that whoever sat in it would have their midsection raised
up slightly above any other part of their body. I clambered into it and lay
back; my hardon was thrusting straight up towards the ceiling, sticking way
out due to the posture the chair put me in; it really did look huge thrust
out like that. Terry reached and pumped at a big lever coming up from the
base of the chair, and the entire seat rose up into the air until the seat
was at the height of their waists, putting my erection at the height of
their chests; both boys then came and stood close by the side of the chair,
next to each other.

The younger boy’s eyes bulged as my full erection rose up to the height of
their shoulders. Paul reached out his hand and grasped my shaft gently just
below the head with his thumb and forefingers, eager to begin doing me. The
sensation of his touch on my erection was electric, and sent a shock through
my body as I involuntarily shivered. He started lightly feeling my dick up
and down the shaft and over its head, as Terry watched. The boys started
discussing the details of what they were watching between themselves, as I
basked in the exquisite sensations that his motions sent flooding through my
genitals.

He encircled the base of my shaft and squeezed it, causing my cockhead to
swell magnificently; Terry blurted “Wow!”, and unconsciously reached out his
hand to feel it with his fingertips; an electric sensation flashed through
my groin at his touch. Paul kept on his pressure, and let his friend explore
the contours of my erection, forcefully swollen from his squeezing. It did
look huge, stretched out by the pressure of Paul’s squeezing, and Terry’s
eyes feasted on the sight as he felt me up. The sensations, and the sight,
of both boy’s hands on my swollen cock was intensely erotic, and I repressed
the urge to come right then.

A thick drop of cream was building on the tip of its head, and Paul reached
out and smeared it around my cockhead, starting to jack my shaft very
slowly. Terry let his hand drift down to my ballsack, and was lightly
tickling its edges while Paul started to do me.

As they began jacking me off, they continued to admire the size and fullness
of my more mature hardon, commenting on its particular aspects as they
noticed them; Paul was pointing them out to Terry like the proud owner of a
flashy car might display its special features to a friend. Terry kept
saying, “Wow! I’ve never seen such a big one being done before- it’s so
hot!”. “God, look how much it’s creaming!”

A steady stream of cream had started oozing down my cock now from Paul’s
insistent jacking; he was doing me very slowly and steadily. I was on fire;
the intense eroticism of the scene, having my huge cock worshipped by two
ardent admirers, being elevated to optimum view and exposed so explicitly
while being so thoroughly and slowly done, had me on the edge of orgasm
almost immediately; but I held on, the intensity of my arousal being
betrayed by how rock-hard swollen my erection was, and the thick rivulet of
fluid that was steadily flowing from my cock. I had never been so hard; my
prick was completely rigid like a piece of steel, bright reddish-purple from
the intense pressure of the blood engorging it, as their hands slid over it.

I saw Terry reach over and unzip his friend’s fly, and guide the hardon
trapped inside it out to hang in the air, and he started to jack it off
slowly. Paul sighed as he felt his friend’s hand on his erection, and we
stood there silently, masturbating each other. both boys hands were sliding
slickly up and down my shaft and balls, producing a wet, sticky sound as
they slid through the cream which was by now thoroughly coating my genitals.
That was the only sound in the room, except for the ocasional kissincg sound
given off by Paul’s hardon produced by Terry’s masturbation .

I warned them that I was almost about to come, and they stopped jacking me
off and just watched as my erection jumped several times in near-orgasmic
pulses, then we continued waiting a few more minutes, until the intense
swelling of my cock let up a bit, indicating that my urge to come had passed
for now.

While we waited Terry kept doing Paul, who said to him, “Do my balls now...
I’m getting pretty hot... try and keep me there.” He was creaming nicely
too, a ribbon of cream trailing from the tip of his dick to the floor, which
swayed rhythmically as Terry jiggled his cock by stroking his shaft. The
boys had put several towels out in anticipation of our activities, and Paul
took one now and spread it on the floor underneath where he was standing,
situated so it would catch the dripping cream as well as the jets of semen
that would soon be shooting from his hardon. Terry kept doing him steadily
all the while.

Paul reached out with both his hands to resume doing me. He started lightly
and rapidly jacking my shaft with the fingertips of his right hand an inch
below my cockhead, while tickling my balls with the fingertips of his left.
An electric shock flashed through my body as the sensations of sex resumed,
and I felt my erection surge as its internal pressure increased under his
ministrations.

After only a minute or so, he leaned forward so his elbows were resting on
the arm of the barberchair to support himself, and groaned as he started
coming. Several jets of come spurted out from his hardon and arced out,
draping themselves along the towel beneath him. Terry kept pumping on his
erection while he came, which he continued to do for longer than I had ever
seen him do.

His cock kept throbbing in orgasm, and even though no more jets shot out, a
pulsing flow of semen trickled from his dickhead to a building puddle on the
towel, added to by each contraction of his groin. Finally his orgasm
subsided, and Terry stopped jacking his cock, letting it hang there as it
deflated, and the last of his come dripped to the floor. Terry blurted
excitedly, “Aahhh... that was a good one!”

Paul had kept doing me steadily while he came, without missing a beat. He
really was a dedicated masturbator. I was extremely hot by now; my pubic
hair was soaked by the cream that had been steadily flooding from my cock,
which was again at a state of supermaximum erection. It felt almost painful
it was so hard.

I was panting, and, sensing the inevitable, Terry said, “Can he come in my
mouth?”, as without waiting for an answer he shifted his position around to
the other side of the chair from where Paul was pumping me, and leaned over
to try to position his mouth over my erection. He couldn’t quite reach it as
the chair was to high, so he adjusted the lever, lowering the chair down
enough and tried again. This time he easily could put his open mouth right
over my cockhead. He stood back up and said to me, “Tell me when you’re
going to come- It’d be so hot if you come in my mouth! I hear you really
come hard!”

I could feel my body growing paralyzed as my orgasm approached under Paul’s
insistent jacking. My vision dimmed, and that delicious tingling feeling
started to build in my feet and fingertips, building in towards my groin as
I fell over the point of no return. I think I was moaning on each panting
outbreath; I couldn’t talk, but Terry leaned forward just in time as a
lightning bolt went off in my head and I started to come.

I watched it as if from a great distance; my rigid erection bounced
violently as each contraction possessed it, and thick ropes of semen jetted
out from the pouting hole in its head as I came. Terry’s mouth was an inch
above my cockhead, and the first comeblast shot right into it. Terry
splutterred as the semen hit the back of his throat, unprepared for the
strength of my ejaculation, and started coughing, so that the second and
third jet splatterred across his mouth as he coughed. He made an effort to
pull himself together, and managed to catch the next three jets as they
spurted from my erection.

I was coming very hard; it felt as if a quart of come was shooting through
my shaft with each pulsing contraction of orgasm. I could feel my groin
draining, as if a huge reservoir was flooding through a dam which had
finally burst, as jet after jet of semen shot from my cockhead. Paul was
pumping my erection furiously, watching with wide, glazed eyes as my cock
exploded. Terry’s open mouth received each spurt as it leapt up; but there
was so much it was running back out of his mouth, dripping in messy clumps
back down into my pubic hair.

Eventually the force with which the semen was being ejected weakened, and
each diminishing contraction of my erection sent a pulsing flow of come
oozing down over my cock. As Terry noticed my shooting subside, he clamped
his mouth on the tip of my cock and sucked it like a straw, drinking the
remainder of the flow like a thick milkshake, swallowing every few sucks.

Finally the throbbing in my groin subsided to random throbs as my orgasm
ended. I sighed as Paul milked the last few drops of semen from my slowly
softening erection into Terry’s waiting mouth. Terry then stood up, a grin
on his face, and wiped at the mess on his chin, saying “God, that was so
hot! You’re incredible! I’ve never seen someone come so hard in my whole
life!”.