Lock the Door

We surveyed the aftermath of our adventure. Paul was standing over a towel
with several good-sized puddles of come soaking into it, and I was soaked
from my navel to below my balls. Terry handed me a towel as he took one for
himself, and wiped off his chin. I wiped myself up as Paul put his dick
away, and lowered the chair for me, so that I could get up.

I felt totally satisfied, as only a huge orgasm leaves you feeling. As I put
on my pants I noticed the bulge still pressing out on Terry’s pants, and I
asked Paul, “What about Terry? Isn’t he going to come?” He explained that
they took turns doing each other on different days, because it was much
nastier that way, and today was his turn. Terry would get his tomorrow.

I felt awkward as we talked a bit before I left. They were treating me like
a hero or something. Their worship made me feel good on the one hand, but it
felt weird to be with guys so into doing each other- and weirdest of all I
was so into it, too! Terry was saying “Damn, watching that huge, thick dick
getting getting bigger and harder, and creaming a flood, was so hot! And
MAN, what a comer! I’ve never SEEN anything like that! God, I wish I could
do that cock all day every day!” Paul answered, “ Yeah it’s pretty amazing-
I feel so lucky that I’ve been getting to do him like I have been. But
Jesus, you should have seen when his mother walked in on us. He was right in
the middle of coming, and she saw the whole thing! Me jacking him off and
all! I didn’t know what was going to happen!”

They both cajoled me into letting them do me again tomorrow, and it didn’t
take much cajoling, notwithstanding how ambiguous I felt about it all. I had
surrendered, I was a sex slut now; I’m sure I would do anything at all that
they wanted to do with me if it would make me come like I just had.

9.

As I walked home, I replayed the afternoon’s events over and over in my
mind. I had been on fire, the lust burning in my groin had been
indescribably delicious; and it had been fed by how nasty the scene was.
Getting flagrantly jacked off by two boys at once, my crotch thrust forward
almost at the level of their faces, forcing my straining, harder-than-rock
erection farther out than I had ever seen it, until I finally came,
exploding in what felt like buckets of come... and right into one of their
mouths! God, I couldn’t imagine anything nastier, and it felt so incredibly
good!

I realized I had turned a corner. Up until then, I had pretended that my
activities with Paul were all his doing, and I was just letting him do it,
barely going along with it. I knew I was completely straight, and wouldn’t
ever have sex with boys; HE was having the sex, I was just letting him. But
now I realized how incredibly satisfying it was for me when he did me, and
that I would do anything to get that incredible sensation. But even so,
somehow the passive role felt natural to me, and I realized I would let Paul
and his friend do whatever they wanted to with me, and I would eagerly go
along with it.

The next afternoon I was more eager as I walked over to Terry’s house, in
anticipation of another huge orgasm. I knocked on the door and Paul opened
it, and led me into the house. We chatted as we walked into the living room,
and I could tell that he sensed the change in my acceptance of our
relationship. He said almost apologetically, “I owe Terry from yesterday, so
if it’s ok I’ll do him first, and then we can start in on you.”

Terry entered the room and said hi. I could tell he had been waiting
impatiently for me to arrive so we could start; he was hard already, a
sizeable bulge pressing out of his pants. While Paul started setting up the
chair, Terry took his pants off, then slid down his underwear, and I got my
first look at his erection.

He was pretty good sized, not like me, but bigger than Paul, and very nicely
formed; his dick had a large, well-shaped head, sitting prominently on an
even, very pale-colored shaft, with large blue veins curling up it.

He climbed into the chair and layed back, thrusting his erection out, as
Paul raised the chair up to chest height as he had for me.I stood next to
Paul as he reached out his right hand and started feeling up Terry’s shaft
and balls tantalyzingly. It was exciting to see someone else getting done,
and this perspective of having them so close to our faces added to the
erotic energy of the scene. Terry directed Paul in exactly what he wanted
him to do, as if he was a voice-controlled masturbation machine. They were
obviously very experienced with each other, and Paul had him creaming in
only a couple of minutes.

It was mesmerising watching Paul’s hand sliding slowly up and down the shaft
of this hard cock right in front of us. Suddenly, without any conscious
choice I found my hand reaching out and feeling his balls.

It was the first time I had ever felt another boy’s balls. I was surprised
how different it felt; I mean, the texture was the same, but to touch them
and not feel it internally like I did with myself was weird. I let myself
feel them up thoroughly, touching, tickling, and gently pulling on them,
exploring this new experience. Terry obviously enjoyed the addition of my
touch to Paul’s handjob, and moaned approval. It was much more exciting than
I had anticipated to be on the giving side of a handjob, and I felt the
pleasure that my touch was giving him surge vicariously through my body. I
could understand what Paul so obviously loved about doing it to other guys.

I was hard as a rock in my pants, and could feel my underwear growing wet as
I creamed in them from the excitement of helping Paul jack Terry off. I
moved my hand up to his shaft, and as Paul saw what I was doing, he switched
with me and moved down to do his balls, leaving the length of his shaft to
me.

It was very strange feeling another hardon than my own in my hand. I noticed
right away how much smaller than mine it felt, and also noticed its hard,
rubbery texture in my hand, that I didn’t usually notice so much on myself,
since I was distracted by my inner sensations when I did myself.

I experimentally stroked his shaft, sliding the skin up to touch the rim of
its head and back down again. I started jacking him slowly, as if I was
doing myself. He seemed to like my inexperienced touch on his erection,
sighing his approval. I did him for several minutes, my hand becoming quite
wet from the rivulet of cream that my jacking was milking out of his
erection.

Then Paul walked around to the other side of the chair, and guided my hand
down to Terry’s balls; he then leaned forward, and took his cockhead in his
mouth, and started bobbing his head up and down, making a sloppy slurping
sound as the head popped in and out from between his sucking lips.

Terry moaned loudly. He had been breathing heavily, but now started panting
and moaning loudly as Paul and I did him. Paul kept it up steadily while I
continued to rub his balls for several minutes; then I could feel his sack
tightening under my fingers, and I knew he was about to come.

I reached my thumb and forefinger to encircle the base of his shaft, to feel
his dick pulsing when he came better; and just as soon as I had, I felt the
first throb of his shaft as he started to come. Paul slowed his bobbing and
sucked hard, as if he was drinking from a straw, while Terry filled his
mouth with come. I counted seven strong contractions of his erection in my
hand, and then maybe five or six decreasing ones as his orgasm spent itself.
Paul managed to handle most of his semen, only a few trickles escaping his
mouth to drip down his chin.

I couldn’t believe how hot it felt to help make someone else come. I watched
myself do it as if from a distance, as if I was seeing someone else’s
actions; but the throbbing in my hard cock held tightly within my pants and
the sloppy wetness in my underwear betrayed how excited I was. I could begin
to appreciate how these boys must feel from doing my huge erection, and from
how hard they made me come- no wonder they liked it so much! Vicariously it
was like getting done yourself, but with an added thrill from the nastieness
of feeling someone else’s cock in you hands, and the tantalyzing tease of
not coming yourself.

While Terry recovered Paul wiped off his chin and lowered the chair. I
waited until Terry had gotten out of it before taking my own pants off, so
that they both could watch. I pulled down my jeans, revealing my fully-hard
erection pointing down, pulling my briefs upwards at a forty-five degree
angle, a large, dark wet spot around the area of its head. The rim of its
head was well-defined through my wet underwear, and both boys watched me
undress intently with the focussed stare of lust.

I pulled down my briefs, revealing my naked hardon. It was a dark red from
all the mental stimulation of watching Terry get done, shiny with cream.
Paul reached out and gently squeezed its shaft near the base, making its
head swell even more. He gave it a few easy jacks; I fell into the trance of
sensuality as the feeling of his hand on my hardon washed over me.

He released my erection, and I eagerly got in the chair and adjusted myself
while he raised it up. He said, looking at Terry, “I think today we should
do “torture time” on him... What do you think?” Terry smiled easily, since
he had just come, but Paul’s and my face were in the grip of the focussed
expression of lust, and his humor was more in his eyes than his face.

He reached out his hand and started jacking me off pretty briskly, and terry
reached for my balls. I could feel the tension start to build rapidly in my
crotch under his vigorous masturbation, and I knew I wouldn’t last a minute
at this rate.

He kept it up, while he said “This is how torture time works; we do you fast
until you’re near the edge, then we stop altogether until you cool off a
bit, then we do it again, over and over. After a while we’ll only be able to
do you for a few seconds before you’re almost coming, and have to wait for
minutes between; then finally you’ll come, and there’ll be a surprise I’m
not going to tell you about.”

They did me for another two minutes or so, when Terry said “I think he’s
close”, and they both took their hands completely away from my hardon. We
watched it bouncing slightly from my pulse, as the delicious sensations of
impending orgasm subsided. They waited until they saw my cockhead shrink
slightly, then resumed the same steady, brisk masturbation. When their hands
grasped my genitals again, the electrical shock was heavenly.

They did me relentlessly, over and over, for what seemed like forever. For
the first few times I kept hoping that they would go too far and make me
come; but, no such luck- they were very vigilant and caught it every time.
Then after a while the insistent roller-coaster of arousal and approaching
orgasm put me into a trance of sexual ecstacy; I felt like I was coming
constantly whether they were jacking me or not. I lost all track of time and
my surroundings. My reality shrunk to the unbelievably erotic sensations in
my erection and my body.

We must’ve made quite a tableau, me lying back with my incredibly swollen,
dripping erection projecting up near their faces, and the two boys intently
concentrated on making it even harder and wetter for as long as they could.

Then Paul, who was jacking me then, started extremely slow-motion strokes
from the very base of my shaft up to the tip of its head and back down,
relentlessly, without stopping. His hand glided up and down my shaft with a
sticky sound, sliding in the thick film of cream which coated my erection,
and was being steadily renewed by the rivulet that they were milking from my
cockhead.

I was on fire; my hardon was painful, it was so swollen, and I would have
come right then if his hand was moving any faster- but it was just slow
enough to keep me on the edge. But the relentlessness of his jacking kept me
building steadily toward a huge orgasm, that I felt overtaking me even
though he wasn’t allowing me to be pushed over the edge.

Then, in spite of his torturous jacking, I felt myself hitting the point of
no return; I could feel a massive amount of fluids pooling in my crotch as
my erection transformed into a burning laser of energy; and, almost blacking
out as the final wave of orgasm washed over me, I moaned loudly as my hardon
started jumping with the first jet of semen rushing through it.

As soon as Paul felt my shaft tighten, he took his hand completely off of
it, and both boys watched intently as my huge erection jumped, over and
over, spraying out a thick jet of come with each contraction. Since he
wasn’t holding it, its spasms sent it bouncing wildly as each one gripped
it, spraying ropes of semen that arced high above my belly, to rain down on
my thighs, genitals, and abdomen. Terry sighed spontaneously “Oh, man!” as
he watched the spectacle.

Eventually its bouncing lessened, and the jets of semen subsided to a
pulsing flow that ran down my shaft to pool in my already-soaked pubic hair.
Then even that subsided, and I sighed loudly as as my hardon slowly sagged
down into the puddle of semen, lying along my belly, as it relaxed from its
over-extended hyper-arousal.

Both boys had that dazed look of intense sexual immersion as they lowered
the chair and helped me out of it, handing me a towel. Somehow I felt really
at ease with them now, having just shared such an intensly intimate and
sexually satisfying experience. It felt kind of powerful, being the object
of their desire and almost worship; I felt they would do anything to give me
pleasure, in return for allowing them the excitement of participating in it,
getting to do my big dick that they were so obviously fascinated with. I
could intuitively forsee much more intense sexual enjoyment to come in
future days, and felt a contented anticipation at the thought.

10.

When I got home, my mother was waiting for me in the kitchen. “You know,
honey, I want to talk to you... Do you have a minute? About the other day...
you know, when I walked in on you and your friend. I’ve been thinking about
it, quite a lot. I realized I overreacted. I guess I was just so startled
when I walked in and saw you boys... It’s my own fault; you’re a big boy
now, obviously, practically a man: I should have knocked, and tried to
respect your privacy. You have a right to that, everybody does.”
“And what you boys were doing...” She paused a moment. “I want to tell you
that I know that’s really perfectly alright, and it’s quite normal for boys
your age to experiment. I don’t want to make you feel like you have to hide
what you do, or think badly about yourself or anything about it; God knows
people in our society are confused enough about sex already.”
“So I want to apologize for walking in on you. It was my fault, and it won’t
happen again. You can have your friends over and live your own life as you
see fit, I won’t interfere. And I’ll be sure to ALWAYS knock if I want to
come in your room from now on; all I ask is that you at least close your
door if you want to do things like that... your bedroom IS the best place
for that sort of thing after all; but making sure you have privacy is a good
idea, since many people have very complicated ideas about all this. And I
guess from my reaction the other day, I have to admit that even I have more
complicated ideas about it than I’d like to admit.”

I felt very embarrassed to be hearing her talk about all this. It was hard
enough to acknowledge to myself how much I wanted to be involved with Paul’s
“activities”, much less admit it to my mother! I managed to mumble, “Thanks,
Mom, I’ll be careful...”, and I added lamely “That was just something that I
tried that once...”

She reassured me, clearly not crediting my excuse, “Well, whatever, dear,
your life is your own, and you have a right to live it according to your own
values, and I for one won’t be interfering anymore, at least in this area.
As far as I’m concerned the matter’s closed.”

I was relieved when she turned back to her cooking. I quickly left the
kitchen and went to my room.

That evening I called Paul, and told him what my mother had said. He said
excitedly “Cool! We can do some more stuff over at your place! It’s been
great with Terry, but I really like just doing it with you alone, too. God,
but that was hot this afternoon! I couldn’t believe it, watching your big dick coming and coming like that... “

I agreed that it had been really good, and he added, “Maybe I could come
over tomorrow after school... I’d really love to try, you know, blowing you
again, without all the choking like last time; I think I could handle it
better now that I know what to expect... that is, if that’d be ok with
you...”

Needless to say it was more than just ok. Even though I’d come so hard the
previous two days, I guess I was getting used to the daily sex I had become
used to receiving, so as the end of the schoolday approached I had a hard
time keeping my hardon from showing through my pants each time I stood up,
in anticipation of our after school session. I tried thinking about other
things, and leaning my elbow into my crotch when I was sitting down, which
seemed to do the trick adequately.

Finally school was over, and I hurried home. I went to my room, threw my
books on the desk, and straightened it up a bit, making some room on my bed
and chair in anticipation that they might be used for my session with Paul.
I got out a few towels and stacked them within reach, and was surveying my
handiwork, when I heard the kitchen door slam, and heard my mother greeting
Paul. I heard her tell him, “He’s in his room, go right on in.” Then I
cringed as I heard her add, “You boys have fun!”

I heard footsteps in the hall, then Paul entered the room. “Wow, it’s kinda
cool having your mom be ok with this... I got the feeling that she seemed to
know what we were up to, I think she even winked at me! I couldn’t believe
it!”

I reluctantly agreed. It was weird having her know about it, but I guess it
was better her accepting it than hassling me about it. But I just wish she’d
just ignore it in denial, then things would be back the way they always were
before. I didn’t like the feeling of her knowing about this kind of stuff in
my life, it felt like I had no privacy, and was very embarrassing.

But I WAS very excited to see Paul; I had a rock-hard erection stretching my
pant leg that I couldn’t have hidden if I wanted too, and I didn’t, knowing
that seeing it would turn him on and get things started; and I could see a
good bulge in his pants, too. His eyes eagerly went to my crotch, and he
turned and closed the door and locked it, then turned back to face me.

“I can see you’re ready... damn, you’re big! Look at the size of that!” I
glanced down, following his open stare, and could see that it looked like my
rod reached halfway to my knee, the way it was pulling my pantleg out. He
said with a smirk, “I guess I better set it free, so we can take care of it.
As you can see, I’m in the mood, too...” he added, pointedly looking down.

We both started to undo our belts in silence. I undid my pants and slowly
lowered my zipper, and let my pants slide down my legs, and stepped out of
them. Paul was undoing his pants, and I stood in my underwear waiting for
him to finish. He got them off, and we were both standing with our briefs
tented by our erections. He came over to me and felt my rod, grabbing it
through my underpants, and feeling its swollen head. God, the touch of his
fingers on my hardon through the fabric was heavenly! And I knew it was
going to be much better in a minute... Then he steered me towards my
deskchair, and, as I stood in front of it, he slipped his fingers under the
waistband of my briefs and pulled them down to my ankles. My erection sprang
free, and as I stepped out of my underwear he pulled down his own, and while
I sat he reached and grabbed a towel, which he spread on the ground between
my spread legs.

He knelt between my legs facing me over the towel. We both gazed at my
hardon, now bouncing inches from his face; its thick shaft strained eagerly
towards the ceiling, dark red from the blood congesting it, its head
stretched to a shiny purple under the intense arousal of anticipation that I
was swimming in. It was as swollen as I’d ever seen it; I was really hot,
burning with lust, on fire with the anticipation of another huge orgasm at
the hands of my eager friend.

He reached out and very slowly, with a light touch, stroked his fingers
along the shaft from my balls to its head, sending shivers of excitement
through my groin. He tickle-stroked it a few more times, then let his hand
drift to my balls, leaned forward, and took the head of my erection into his
wet mouth.

Intense, exquisite pleasure flooded my being. I felt totally fulfilled; I
couldn’t imagine anything better attainable in life than the sensation of my
rock-hard erection in his mouth. I hoped I would never come, and those
sensations could just continue on and on, purest pleasure forever; but I
also knew that a huge orgasm was absolutely inevitable, the way he was
making my body feel. I could already feel the fluids starting to pool in my
balls in preparation for their inevitable explosion through my shaft when I
came.

My cockhead was completely in his mouth, and he swirled his tongue around it
several times, then slowly squeezed it out between his lips. When it still
had the slightest contact with his lips in a tiny kiss, he slowly sucked it
back in again up to the shaft, and repeated his tongueing.

He kept this pattern up for several minutes; it felt heavenly! “Oh, man...
That’s so hot, I don’t think I’m going to last very long... I’m getting
close already...”

He pulled his head back, squeezing my cockhead from his lips. A sticky
string of pre-come trailed from the tip of my erection to his lips, then
sagged down and fell to his chin. He sat up, and moved his hand up from my
balls to the base of my shaft, and started giving it a slow jacking. “Let’s
try and make it last... tell me when you’re getting close and I’ll take a
break, then when the urge is past I’ll start in again. I’d love to keep you
on the edge far a long time... I really want to drink a mouthful when you
come...”

I silently agreed wholeheartedly, and sat back and let him work the base of
my shaft while I calmed down a bit. I could see he was jacking himself off
while he did me; a string of clear fluid was dripping down from his cock to
the towel on the floor. Noticing me watching him, he said, “I’m going to try
to come at the same time you do, if I can...” After a minute I told him that
the urge was past, and he aimed my shaft down a bit with his hand, and again
sucked it into his mouth.

This time he tried to take more of it in. He got his lips halfway down my
shaft; but couldn’t seem to get any more in, and twisted his head a few
times and slowly drew it all the way back out, letting my cockhead pull from
his lips with a popping sound. He repeated this move over and over.

It felt unreal to have my shaft entering deeply into his mouth; I was on the
edge again in a few minutes, and warned him. Again he pulled out, holding
the base of my shaft tightly in his hand, studying the object of his
fascination while we waited for my urge to come to die down a bit. The
entire shaft was shiny with his saliva and my fluids, and it was fully
stretched out to its rock-hard maximum. We could see my pulse in the veins
that curled along its sides, and gradually, as my excitement subsided to a
manageable level, we noticed its head shrink slightly from its
fully-orgasmic distension.

At my signal he gave it several slow jacks, then holding it by the base,
again he leaned forward and slipped it into his mouth. Again he took as much
of it as he could, then pulled back slowly and repeated this over an over,
as if I was fucking his throat, riding his hand up my shaft each time he
pulled back. Every time I was fully down his throat it felt so intense,
having my big hardon embedded in his wet, tight mouth, and then the smooth,
wet caress of his tongue and lips as he pulled his mouth back. I could feel
the back of his throat on my cockhead on each thrust, banging against its
tip, and the sensation of his teeth occasionally sliding along my shaft and
hitting the rim of my cockhead was fantastic. I was creaming so heavily that
I could actually feel the stream of semen-fluid slowly flowing through my
urethra into his sucking mouth, mixing with his saliva, lubricating his
intensly erotic blowjob.

I began to feel that tingling in my extremities that signals the onset of
orgasm; but before I could tear myself out of the sexual stupor that the
sensations of his mouth on my erection had put me in and warn Paul, I could
feel it building fast, and knew that this one would be unstoppable. I felt
the familiar tingling paralysis sweep over my body as the fluids started to
flow, pooling intensly in my groin, as a bright light began to build in my
head. I finally managed to groan in warning, but then I felt the first jet
of semen shooting through my erection like a firehose, flooding powerfully
into Paul’s mouth.

He had apparently felt my erection swelling in his mouth which warned him of
my impending orgasm. He responded in time by pulling my hardon out of his
throat until his lips were just locked around the rim of my cockhead, so he
would feel his mouth filling with my semen as I came; which I started to do
just then, my erection jumping in his mouth as the first jet of come was
pumped into it.

It was a big one: my body was locked in that ecstatic, electrical
paralysis, as my groin was powerfully gripped by one spastic orgasmic
contraction after another, sending jet after jet of thick fluid streaming
through my shaft and into his waiting mouth. Paul was ready for it this
time, and as the first two ejaculations of come filled his mouth he
swallowed, and continued to swallow repeatedly as I kept coming and coming.
The feeling of each full jet of semen spurting through my urethra was
heavenly; that divine burning/tingling sensation as my hardon jerked to its
maximum tightness with each sudden pulse, and the satisfying rush of fluids
through it spurting out its tip into Paul’s mouth was indescribably
fulfilling.

I came maybe seven hard full-force jets of semen in his mouth before the
intensity started to subside at all, then kept coming in a gradually
diminishing flow for about another ten seconds, until only a few random
throbs gripped my erection sporadically. God, it felt so incredibly good to
be coming so hard! As I came I realized I would let him do anything at all
that he wanted, and would even do anything myself, if it meant I could keep
having these mind-blowing orgasms that Paul was able to wring from me.

He kept sucking on it, drawing every drop of fluid out of it that it could
produce, until it was softening in his mouth. He swallowed all of it this
time, only a small white dribble at the corner of his mouth escaping his
thirst.

Finally he released my cock from his mouth and sat back. It had softened
considerably, but was still a swollen, substantial piece of meat as it
softly flopped down over my ballsack. I lay back, completely drained and
relaxed, in a state of total satisfaction. As I surveyed the damage I could
see that Paul had come too, from the condition of his towel.

“Oh, man!” he started, wiping at the semen on his chin and at the corner of
his mouth, “I just love making you come... you come so big, it’s so hot to
feel you... That was really good- I came just when you did; feeling you come
in my mouth and coming myself at the same time was so cool!”
“That was REALLY good. We can do ANYTHING you want to if it makes me come
THAT hard... Whew!” I admitted.

I felt totally satisfied and comfortable. I reflected how much my attitude
had changed in such a short time: at first, I used to feel guilty and
confused when Paul did me, and I only went along with him reluctantly; and
now, I had become his wholehearted slave, eagerly aquiescing in any sexual
act he wanted to inflict on me. Even though he made a show of being
subservient to me, in reality it was me who was following the lead of this
younger boy, no matter how deferentially he put it.

We both wiped ourselves up with the towels, and put our pants back on. “Can
I come over tomorrow afternoon again? ...If you’re into it...” he asked with
his usual mild manner.
“Oh, Yeah!” I reassured him, “I guess you could tell, I’m into it bigtime!”

We went out to the kitchen, where my mother was putzing, and as I let Paul
out the back door, she said “Goodbye Paul...” Then to my horror, she added
in a playful voice “I hope you boys had a good time!”, and she WINKED at me!
My jaw dropped; as she saw the expression on my face, she said to me in a
stage whisper, “Well, I don’t know exactly what you boys were up to, but if
it’s what I suspect, then I expect you did!”, and turned back to her
cooking. “Dinner’s in half an hour” she added, dismissing the subject.