Boys Will Be Boys - Their First Time

by Mickey Erlach

  Suddenly, he turned to me and with a look of utter disbelief he gasped, “Sheeeeit, Donny, that’s you, and the other guy is Bruce! You’re a queer?”

  “No, no, Buddy, I’m as surprised as you are – I didn’t know about this video, please believe me.”

  “Hey, I’m cool with gay, don’t get me wrong, but I just never would have guessed.”

  “Look, I just happen to like giving another guy some pleasure. Call it what you like. Hey, relax, we might as well watch the rest of the show. Who knows, I may have a new career choice as a porn star.” He laughed self consciously, but continued to gaze at the action unfolding in the shower.

  I glanced down to his groin and swear I saw a hint of a hard-on. He quickly tried to cover it, but I decided to go for it; moving a little closer and slowly reaching out to rest my hand on top of his. Figuring a little reassurance might lead the way, I softly said, “Remember, Buddy, I am here to help you in any way that I can. Sometimes a guy just needs a little assistance to get his libido cranked up. I think I can do that if you’ll trust me.”

  He let out a soft moan and pulled his hand away, leaving me to explore freely what could only be described as the beginning of a full world class boner. As the action unfolded on the screen, he stretched out flat on the bed, his head slightly elevated on the pillow, hands to his sides. I slowly drew down the waistband of his shorts, exposing his uncut jewel to my gaze. His erection had softened a little, probably out of nervousness and from the shock of his recent discovery, but I was determined to get things going again. Pulling up his sweat-soaked shirt, I lowered my face to his hairless chest, my tongue snaked out to his right nipple, lightly flicking the pink little nub, causing it to stiffen to a sharp point. This brought on another soft gasp and a slight tremor as my tongue worked its way south toward his deeply indented navel. I thrust the tip into its depth, leaving a pool of saliva as I further traveled toward my goal. My nose reached the warmth of his golden brown bush; the distinctive aroma of a fragrant and sweaty man-crotch urging me on. Encountering no resistance, my tongue found its way to that wonderful spot between scrotum and thigh where the scent of a male is most intensely concentrated into a mix of musk and sweetness.

  I was drunk with lust as my hand caressed his tightened ball sac, rolling his pretty little nuts between my fingers. Pressing my lips to the delicate unsheathed cockhead, I consumed the entire shaft in one long suck. His body arched from the bed, and I quickly slipped my hand under his tight little ass cheeks, positioning my index finger at the rim of his virgin pucker, gently stroking its tight folds. His soft moans told me I had struck gold.

  He squirmed and thrusted, sending his now rock-hard cock deeper into my throat until suddenly, he stopped, let out a deep “Ohhhhhh fuck!” and filled my waiting mouth with his pungent, steaming load. I swallowed deeply, enjoying the incredible taste of his long dormant spunk as it flowed onto my tongue. This was gourmet quality, and I now considered myself somewhat of a connoisseur in that department.

  Brilliant sunlight awakened me. Glancing first to my left, I was happy to see Buddy, sound asleep, stretched out in almost the same position he was last night, shirt pulled up around his armpits, shorts down to his knees and what appeared to be a nice little pool of dried cum decorating his pubes. The now soft cock a far cry from its stiffened size, which was almost a twin of my own. After he shot his miraculous load, sleep must have taken over right away. Even though I hadn’t cum, I was as exhausted as he was. One thing was for sure – his impotence might be a thing of the past, at least for now. I wondered how he would handle it. Even more interesting was going to be how Dad would explain the video to me and Bruce.

  At my touch to his arm, Buddy awoke with a start. Looking down at his nearly naked body, and then at me, he burst out laughing.

  “You little shit. How the hell did you do it! I shot a load from a hard cock for the first time in over two years. I know I didn’t dream it because here’s the proof,” pointing to the dried cum spot tangled in his pubic hair. “How the hell am I going to explain it to Dr. Crowley.”

  “Let’s worry about that after breakfast. Right now, the rest of the guys are in the dining room, and I’m neglecting my duties.” As an afterthought, I added, “If you don’t want everyone to know where you slept last night, slip out the side kitchen door and go around to the front. Everyone will think you just got up early for a jog.”

  “Cool idea. Thanks Don … for everything.”

  Fourteen

  The new day’s activities were not scheduled to begin for another hour, so I took the opportunity to run up to the cabin and report my success to Dad.

  “Hey, how did things go last night?”

  He was sitting at his desk working on the laptop. Continuing to enter some data and trying hard not to seem too eager to hear my story, he finally finished up. Leaning forward in his chair, he asked, in almost a whisper: “Did it work? I mean the soccer on TV, did you … aaah … use the video?”

  “Dad please don’t try to sound so innocent. You knew what was on that tape, and you knew I would probably run it.” For the first time in my life, I saw my dad blush.

  “Are you pissed off at me? If so, I am sorry for embarrassing you in front of a stranger, but I had a hunch that it would take something pretty strong to break through Buddy’s insecurity about sex. If the NFL Sluts didn’t work, the action between you and Bruce might. Did it?”

  “Oh sure it worked, but how could you take advantage of me, your son, and Bruce, one of your best friends? If it hadn’t worked and Buddy was totally turned off by seeing me sucking a guy’s dick, things could have turned nasty. You really gambled on that one, Dad.”

  He looked sincerely sorry for the way he had handled things and gave me his promise never to do any videotaping without my knowledge. Then, almost as an afterthought he took me in his arms, giving me a genuine show of affection we rarely shared. Looking me square in the eye he let loose, “Donny, I’ve felt that you were gay for years, and now I’ve got a confession to make. My life is more complicated than you would ever guess. I love your mother very much, but I haven’t felt passion for her in many years. When the opportunity presented itself to form this very private men’s group with Bruce, Jack, Russ and Marc, I looked at it as a form of escape from the boredom of home life and the stress of my practice. Over the years, the guys and I experimented sexually with each other. Gradually, it turned into a ‘research’ project related to my work in developing PROSAGE. More and more, I realized that the company of men and the sexual opportunities it offered was what I really craved. Your maturity after turning eighteen allowed me the chance to introduce you to this, my other life. Watching you closely through the years had convinced me that you were probably homosexually oriented. Since arriving at Morningwood, you’ve passed a few of my tests. The first was the prostate exam. Believe me, my patients don’t get that thorough treatment. The second came purely by accident when you caught me exposed in bed and you gently played with my cock. Trust me, I had a hell of a hard time pretending to be asleep and not getting a hard-on.”

  The ice was broken. We both knew this was needed badly. Our relationship could go on to a new level, not merely father and son but best friends and confidants.

  I gave him a full rundown of the night’s action, not sparing any details. He was visibly excited as my tale unfolded. There was no point in trying to hide the fact that I was gay, he knew that for sure just from catching the action on the video.

  “I am so grateful to you son and relieved to hear that my theory proved to be correct and that Buddy’s orgasm is evidence that there is no physical problem preventing him from having the pleasure of a sex life. The only problem that might surface is if I suggest to Buddy that he could be gay. Clearly, he associates the PROSAGE being inserted into his rear end with being homosexual. His denial prevents him from accepting that therapy. The success of PROSAGE hinges on it being acceptable to men whether they are gay or straight. Oh, by the way, that video was a spu
r of the moment idea. When you headed into the shower after Bruce, I gambled that something might happen, so I activated the security camera. The next morning, I simply edited the Sluts video to include your action. Just a hunch that paid off.”

  I tried to put on my best “hurt” look. “You can’t blame me for feeling just a little bit used, though I guess in light of all that’s happened, it’s no big deal. Your son is a cock sucker. If you’re cool with that then it’s fine with me.”

  Well, there’s one bridge crossed. No use pretending I’m anything but what I am, at least in front of Dad. But what’s up with Dad? This is a side of him I never would have suspected. Morningwood seemed to hold a shit-load of secrets. I felt like I was a player in a kinky M-rated video game.

  Later that evening, as I was cleaning up the dinner mess, raucous laughter came pouring out from the TV lounge. Mike’s high pitched voice, somewhat akin to a South Park kid’s was dominating the conversation. Finishing up my chores, I wandered over to see what the hell was so funny. It was Mike of course, telling about some of his adventures in porn.

  “… so there I was, stark naked and lubed up for my assault on Mount Polly Plumppe. This broad weighed in at over 300 lbs, to my 120. The scene was for me to come running into the room, take a flying leap like a circus acrobat and land smack on top of Polly, thrusting my ten inches into her pussy.”

  At the mention of Mike’s unusual penis size, an appreciative and envious “woooo” came out of the whole group.

  “We were trying a new lube that claimed to provide ‘The Slickest Slide for a Super Ride.’ Off I went, charging through the door, leaping for my target. In mid-flight, I realized I was slightly off center and tried to correct, but no luck. As I braced myself for a landing, my right arm slipped down her colossal gut and right into the depths of pussy land. The impact was so strong and the suction so great that as my belly slid off to the side, my arm stayed embedded in her cunt, finally exiting with a loud sucking sound as I hit the floor. She was screaming every ‘fuck’ word she could find, the crew was in hysterics, and I was suffering a sprained wrist.”

  There was no doubt that Mike would have a tough time topping that tale. But, he probably would try.

  It had been a long day, and I headed for my room, not even caring that I would be without my sweet man, Jack, for a second night. We would have plenty of time to catch up tomorrow. As soon as my head hit the pillow, the faint scent Buddy had left, hit my nostrils. It was enough to inspire a jerk-off but before I could work up a good hard-on, sleep took over.

  A light tapping on my door roused me from my deep sleep. Glancing at my bedside clock I could see that it was 11:15 pm. Who the hell was messing with me now? I groggily asked who it was.

  “It’s Herman. Can I see you for a few minutes?”

  What could I say? It was my duty to be there if any of the guys needed anything.

  “Come on in, Herman. What’s up?”

  He quietly entered the room and not seeing anywhere to sit, asked if he could join me on the bed. Again, what could I say, but sure? The little bit of glow from my nightlight was enough for me to make out his features. I hadn’t really paid much attention to him since the program had started. For a sixty-six-year-old guy, he was in pretty good shape. Possessing a full head of silver-gray hair and only a slightly paunchy mid-section gave him the appearance of a man who took good care of himself. I asked him how things were going, and he assured me that the place was great and he had high hopes of getting the help he needed. But there was a slight problem with the PROSAGE device.

  “And what might that problem be?” I cautiously inquired.

  “Tonight, I decided that I should go solo with the device and did all the right things with the sheath and condom and lube, just as Dr. Crowley had instructed. As you may know, I am very anally oriented, so it should have been a cinch for me to slip it up my ass and activate the motor. What I hadn’t considered is the problem I have with my back. Due to an old work-related injury, I can’t bend easily at the waist. Reaching back there to use the thing proved to be next to impossible. I’m so used to my wife, Martha doing the work for me. Listening to Mike’s wild stories tonight got me kinda horny, and I really need to get some relief, or I won’t be able to sleep. I really hate to ask another guy to do this for me, but the doctor encouraged us to seek your help if we needed it.”

  It didn’t take me long to figure out that the sooner he got his rocks off, the sooner I could get back to sleep.

  “Tell you what, Herman, I am here to help out any way I can. Why don’t you drop your drawers and lay back on the bed, and I’ll see what I can do.”

  He quickly stripped down while I got the PROSAGE ready for action. Spreading a towel under his ass, I gently prepared him with a generous dollop of KY, making sure there was enough lube to do the job comfortably. The moment the tip of my gloved finger met his hole, he started to get a sizeable erection. Taking that as a good sign, I gently introduced the PROSAGE until I figured it was just about at the right spot to start the pulse. Bingo! He let out a contented sigh and started a humping motion that resulted in the PROSAGE going in to the hilt. He gripped his short but thick cock and jerked it frantically. In just a few minutes, a gurgling sound from deep in his throat signaled that the end was near. I gave the PROSAGE a few gentle thrusts, and that took him over the top.

  “Aaaaah, Martha, don’t stop, you’re the best, Martha … here it comes …”

  And there it came. Lots of it. After a respectable few minutes had passed, I removed the device and handed him a towel to clean up with. He needed it. This guy had shot a load worthy of a teen-ager.

  He thanked me profusely, apologized for the reference to his wife, and as he left the room, paused in the doorway and with a smile said, “I don’t suppose you make house calls.”

  The next morning, I trotted up to the cabin to report my activity to Dad.

  “Hey Dad, what is tall and gray and comes in quarts?” Before he could answer my dumb riddle, I gave him the answer: “Herman!”

  Fifteen

  Later that afternoon, Jack returned to our little love nest. Not wanting to keep any secrets from the man I cared so much for, I gave him a rundown of the past two days events, including Dad’s very personal confession to me. He was very relieved that Dad had come out to me, but was only mildly amused with the story of the video.

  “Damn, I hope he doesn’t erase that one. I want to give it my critique! It’s been a year or more since Bruce and I swapped cum loads. How does he compare to me?”

  “I thought you said you never had sex with Bruce, but wouldn’t mind trying him out.”

  “Well, I held back that little piece of information, and for that, I am truly sorry. Besides you weren’t ready to hear that little tidbit.”

  “You’re forgiven, and just for your information, you are better than Bruce, and I don’t intend to let you forget it. Now, I want you naked and spread-eagled on your belly in two minutes or else you might get punished instead of rewarded for your honesty.”

  “Hmmm … do I have a choice?”

  “Not tonight. I’m calling the shots, and your hot muscleman ass is mine.”

  Letting Jack have a little time to think about what I might have in mind for him allowed me to take a quick shower. When I re-entered the room, the sight of his beautiful, muscular backside met my eyes. How lucky I was to have found a man who was so warm, sexy and loveable. At that moment, I wanted nothing else but to give him every ounce of pleasure my hungry mouth was capable of delivering.

  Straddling his legs, the length of his body stretched out before me. The contented look on his face drove me on. Lowering myself until my lips touched the back of his thighs, my tongue danced lightly over the finely fur-dusted surface. Leaning forward, I approached my destination, the point where balls meet ass cheeks. Gently reaching under his belly, I grasped his semi-hard cock and pulled it back so that both cock and balls were now at my disposal. Flicking my tongue on the delicate membrane c
onnecting the foreskin to the glans caused him to thrust his hips downward with the intensity of the sensation. Moving upward, my wandering tongue found its way into the warmth of his crevice, not stopping until reaching its ultimate goal, the crinkled pink-brown folds of his butt hole. The strangeness of what I was about to do gave me only fleeting concern. A whole new world of taste and scent was opened up to me at that point. He was so fresh and clean, with just a hint that he had earlier showered. Even if he hadn’t, at that moment it would not have mattered. I dived in with all the enthusiasm of a gourmet trying an exotic dish for the first time. He bucked and squirmed as my tongue penetrated his most secret place, and I knew we both were enjoying the new and exquisite intimacy of the moment.

  “Oooh … Donny … take me, baby, my ass is yours,” he pleaded.

  Slipping on a condom, I lubed up in preparation for my first man-fuck. The excitement over what I was about to experience almost caused me to shoot prematurely. Hardly daring to touch myself, I pressed down, rubbing my slick rod back and forth in the hot valley between Jack’s cheeks. He reached back and grasping my cock, pointed it to his entrance. Slowly, I pressed forward, sliding easily into the depths of his ass.

  “Ohh sweet baby …” was all I could say as I experienced my lover’s incredible tightness and heat. The massaging of his prostate was causing a rapid series of low pitched moans to come from deep in his chest. We were both near the end as he rose up on his knees and I plunged even deeper, reaching around and grasping his stiff cock, I swiftly jacked him in time with my thrusts, bringing us both to a gut wrenching climax.

  Totally spent, we collapsed in a sweat-soaked heap. His final words to me before we both fell into a deep, blissful sleep were, “If ever there was an angel sent from heaven for the sole purpose of making another man happy, he has to be you. Thanks for choosing me.”