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Geoff's, Part II
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* The following contains EXPLICIT sex of a variety of kinds. It may be very *
* offensive to some readers. Readers who are offended by explicit sex should *
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* These files are archived; since it is a personal story it is being written *
* on continually and revised. You can ask for past episodes by name rather *
* than number, should you be interested. You can also ask about specific *
* sexual acts that may be in the story but not yet posted. There's some of *
* everything, except offing. Glad to say, that has never been part of my *
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* Contact: [email protected] *
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* My Nickname is Geoffrey *
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* Geoff *
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Geoff's Story - Part II
Lesson's in the Right Hand Rule
After Billy left home his mother left Dad. Billy gave her the nerve and the
reason to get out of that relationship. Dad really went downhill. Seems that
no matter how bad a person gets, there's always someone who things they can be
rescued. My Mom was the one who set out to save Dad. Mom was a very dedicated
church worker in West Texas where we grew up. She loved Dad and saw in that
drunken sot something good. She married him at the cost of alienation of her
entire familly. I'll give her credit, she was a ble to make some changes. She
brought him from an abusive, dominating, drunken sot into a person what could
provide for a family, hold a job, meet his obligation, which for Dad was quite
a step. She could not, however, make him love her or us. Well, if he did, he
never knew how to show it.
It was clear to all us boys that under no circumstances were we to even mention
the word sex. Hell, we were not even supposed to think about sex.
My mother must have known I had a dick, but she never acted as if I did. I can
remember taking baths when I was very young; even when I still needed help
with a bath I would get a boner. Too young to be self conscious, I showed her
with a great deal of pride once how I could make the woody go away by pulling
the skin up along the shaft and over the head. She didn't say much except,
"Oh, don't do that!" I never knew if she knew what jacking off was or not, but
I was touching my dick! Couldn't have that ! Because she was so denying of
sex, and because my Dad was so detached from us boys, a lot went on in that
house that they never knew about and probably wouldn't have believed anyway if
they found out.
When I was big enough to not need help taking a bath my Mom never saw me naked.
My Mom was convinced that sex was about as dirty as one could get. I was
amazed that I ever happened. It must have been some momentary lax one dark
night, for which she was eternally seeking forgiveness.
When I was eight years old Mom's pleading finally convinced Dad to agree to a
vacation on the eastern shore of Maryland. Ocean-shore swimming is very
popular, and being so near D.C. a lot of people go there. Being born and
raised in West Texas I fantasized about the ocean. I could imagine all the
kids running on the beach, or finding shells P the big waves breaking. When we
discussed where to go that year I really made a case for going east and the
real ocean (not that shitty bathtub of the Gulf of Mexi co). So we did. We
were on one of the Delaware beaches near a place we could camp. We decided to
use a bath house there for changing, so we'd have our clothes if we wanted to
do anything. Mom would rather have died than go anyplace with any member of
the family less than fully dressed.
The bath house we used was really big. It had a huge room on one side for
women, then a big open area in the middle, and a similar big room on the right
for men. At the open space and facing toward it on both sides was where you
got a basket and paid. Girls ran the women's' side and guys the men's. After
our third day there a lot of people were gone, since it was Monday. We went
back to change (my Dad never went P just stayed in the office and watched TV)
and it was Donny (fourteen at that time), Mark (six-years-old) and me.
Donny went to the locker we three were using and opened it. Donny and I pulled
down our suits and I undressed Mark who had problems with the knot in his
waiste-band. I led Mark to the shower to get the sand and salt off and Donny
was already there. Donny is really well endowed, although I am a lot bigger
than he is now (in height, that is, not in cock-size). We showered, and went
back to the locker when Donny yelled out, "Oh Shit! I forgot to get a towel!"
Stark naked he walked over to the attendant b ooth to get one. Imagine his
surprise when a teen-age girl turned to wait on him. Apparently the guy who
was working there took a break, and the girl was serving both sides. The
regulars knew that, but Donny didn't . He turned crimson when he saw her and
she just looked over the counter at him and smiled wickedly. Donny never had
any self control, and his pecker was up like a flagpole. He grabbed the towel
and wrapped it around himself, but his prick still stood out making a tent.
I though it was the funniest thing, not having a clue to what was going on. I
didn't know anything about sex. More about that later. At the end of the row
where our locker was there was a older guy who just sorta was hanging around.
I noticed him looking at Mark when I was undressing him, and now he was naked,
and not seeming to make any progress dressing. He seemed to be constantly
drying his crotch with his towell, rolling it around in both hands. Every time
I glanced his way I caught him looking at us. Donny was so embarrassed about
his encounter with the attendant that he never noticed, and as he was drying
himself off, he was facing almost directly at the guy staring at us, his dick
still at half mast.
As I said, Donny is endowed, and he had a great body at that age. This old
fart was starting to inch toward us and his eyes were going right to Donny's
crotch. I was hairless and had a little finger of a prick and I don't think
that Markk or I interested him much, but Donny sure did. First thing I know
the guy's about 4 feet from Donny with a huge boner. Donny just looked at him
and grabbed his crotch, thrusting it forward. That was all the guy could take,
and he began to jerkoff right there. Donny wa s disgusted and turned away, but
Mark and I were fascinated. He kept on beating himself harder and faster until
he came and the stuff ran down both his legs. As I said, I was clueless, but I
had seen something brand new to me. Mark was intrigued with what he saw as
well and really stared at the guy getting off. The spurting cum though scared
Mark. He turned a burried his head against me when the guy began to squirt.
The old fart never said a word, just want back to his locker, dressed and left.
I met Dennis when I was eleven. Already I was pretty tall for my age, and was
beginning to develop balls and a dick, although it was still pretty small.
Dennis was twelve and was pretty experienced with "three-five" (from that old
joke*. ) I'd never done anything with my dick since the bathtub days, and Mom
had pretty well convinced me that if I touched it, God would strike me dead. I
even had a hard time taking a piss, since it's hard to do without touching
one's pecker. I would sort of pop it out of my shorts without touching it,
then use just my thumb and forefinger to direct the stream.
Dennis, on the other hand, had a crotch on fire. The family visited in
Detroit, and since they were going on to an Adult church assembly, and since
Dennis' father was a preacher, they felt safe leaving us boys there. By now
there were four of us. We adopted Lee in 1977 and now he was five.
The first night we were getting ready for bed. Dennis took off all his clothes
right in front of us, which I thought odd, and right away he started getting a
boner. He wanted to be sure we saw it, too, since he faced right toward us.
We brothers were so self conscious we couldn't take off our shorts P we just
pulled our pajamas on over them and we crawled in bed.
Like kids everywhere we talked and talked. After a while, Dennis manipulated
the conversation to sex. He was good at getting us to think about something we
had been drilled into believing was sinful, sick, and dirty.
"Why are you guys wearing your shorts? What you got to hide?"
"Nuthin," I stammered
"Hey, have you ever beat your meat?"
"What's that?" Mark asked.
"Oh, man, are you guys goin' have an experience!" he smirked. Dennis turned
on the light and pulled back my covers. He was naked and his boner was bigger
now than when he first showed it to us. He took my wrist and moved my hand
over on his body. He pushed my hand down on his pecker and wrapped my fingers
around his dick which was already pretty hard. He put his hand around my hand
and began working it up and down on his dick.
"Okay, keep up that rhythm," he said, and I kept it up. "Mark, you do the same
thing." Mark began to rub his 9-year-old pecker and got a decent boner going
himself.
"Now more," he said, almost breathless, and I began to move my hand faster.
"Pump it, man, and squeeze!" he said, almost unable to talk.
I began to move as fast as I could. Suddenly he arched his back and thrust his
pelvis forward and groaned. Out of the end of his dick poured white goo P
caught me totally by surprise. Some of it shot right on Mark's dong as he was
doing his first jack-off. It kept pulsing out of his dick, down his legs and
on me, and flying around the room. on his belly and ran down his dick onto my
hand. He slumped back on the bed and his dick kept on throbbing. He grabbed
my hand and slowed me down to a slow pumping , while more juice dribbled out of
his dick and down the shaft. Mark was picking up his own pace and even though
he had not enough hormones to make cum, he certainly could have an orgasm.
When it came he just shuddered all over with his eyes closed in pure delight.
Dennis just lay on his bed for a few minutes, me staring at him and all that
gunk all over him. "I came!" he exclaimed, still almost unable to talk. "Did
it hurt?" I said, very much afraid. Mark said nothing.
"Oh, no! It is the greatest feeling. I'm so relaxed now." In a few minutes
he got a Kleenex and wiped up the stuff cleaning off his prick and his belly
and off of Mark. His entire belly button was full of the stuff. Then he
looked at me and said, "Now it's your turn."
I was petrified. I lay there frozen afraid to move. Dennis slid his hand down
my pajamas, and began massaging my dick, which now I'm proud to say responded
immediately, although at the time it scarred me almost shitless. Dennis eased
my legs off the bed and on the floor. He pulled down my pajamas and shorts and
began really giving me a hand job. I didn't know what I was supposed to feel,
and it was not much of a deal, except I felt like shit for what I was letting
him do. Then I began to feel a tingli ng between my legs and for the moment I
forgot my inhibitions. My balls were pulled up into my crotch and I could feel
the strangest feeling in the pit of my stomach. Dennis began to pick up the
pace and I could feel it more and more until I had a weird and wild rush that
caused my entire body to go rigid and I felt the most wonderful feeling I had
ever felt. I came, and squirted out my first juice.
Then I had another surprise. Dennis dropped to his knees and took the end of
my dick in his mouth. He sucked out the jism as it dribbled out and while
doing that he had his hands clamped on my ass pushing my dick hard into his
face.
Eventually we all went to sleep, and that night I thought nothing more about
it, feeling totally relaxed and free. But the next morning I felt like I'd
been kicked in the stomach. I was convinced I had committed terrible sin and
would be severely punished. What if my Mom found out? Would my brothers tell
on me. What would Dad do? I guess I was pretty moody the rest of the time we
were at Dennis' house, and while he jerked off every night in bed, he never
touched me and I slept in my Fruit-of-the-Looms the rest of the time I was
there. But when we were home again, the experience was not lost on Mark. He
convinced me that this was great, and we spent many a brotherly night jacking
off. We never sucked, but we always did each other.
Mark was insatiable in jerking off. He was desperate to squirt his juice; he
told me of how often he dreamed about that old fart in the bath house in
Maryland and then seeing me and Dennis squirt our juice, he desperately wanted
the experience. He seemed to believe if he jerked off often enough it would
make him squirt his cum sooner.
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* The joke goes that a kid, Jody, on a farm, constantly had problems of
pissing on himself when trying to take a leak. (A lot of farm kids were never
circumcised.) His mother was onto his problem since his overalls often smelled
like piss. His dad took him out to the barn. "Jody, I'm going to give you a
lesson on how to take a piss. One P drop your overalls; two get your pecker
out; three - pull back the skin (the foreskin); four, point and piss; five -
push the skin back over your pecker. Six - put your thing away. Seven pull
up your pants."
Several days later the Dad comes in the barn unexpected. Over in a dark corner
he sees Jody's bare ass and Jody's hand in flying. "What the hell are you
doin?!" his Dad screems. Jody gulped and chanted, "three-five, three-five,
three-five....."
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