Ken James Fiction

 

Sex Education 2 - Theoretical Studies

Several days after Ralph showed me the magazine, I had a late baseball game, followed by a meal with the team at a pizza place. It was dark when I cut through the vacant lot beside the house.

My sister Susan and her friend Nancy were sitting in the porch swing, talking about boys and giggling a lot. I silently slipped into the bushes beside the porch. I was originally planning to jump out and scare them, but then I decided I wanted to hear what they were saying.

After listening for a couple of minutes, I realized they were smoking a joint. I was already aware that Susan smoked pot, and even knew where she hid her stash, but smoking on the front porch seemed fairly bold. I guess they felt safe since Mom and Dad were out of town, visiting the couple I'd seen with them in the naked Poloroid pictures.

"I'd love to the my hands on Jack," Nancy was saying. "He has the cutest ass I've ever seen."

"Jack is nice," Susan agreed. "But I saw Ed Harris during wrestling practice last Thursday. Phil almost had him pinned. Ed squirmed away, but his shorts came off in the process. He has a totally gorgeous ass, but what really got me wet was his jock strap. He was really bulging and he'd gotten a hard-on from rubbing against Phil. I just wanted to flop down on the mat and drag him into me."

"Yeah, Ed is hot," Nancy said, "but he has a thing going with Phil."

"Ed certainly doesn't seem gay the way he looks at me," Susan replied. "Maybe I can get him to change teams."

"Dream on," Nancy replied. "You know Betty on the gymnastics team? She was working out late. She heard the shower in the boys locker room. There was nobody else around, so she decided she'd check it out."

"Betty saw a lot more than the naked boys she was expecting," Nancy continued. "Phil was standing in the shower with a big hard on. Ed was on his knees in front of Phil, giving him head. Most of the lights in the locker room were off and the boys were totally focused on each other, so Betty got really close."

"Phil suddenly pulled away. He gasped, "I'm not going to come in your mouth." Ed stood up, turned around and bent over, bracing himself against the shower wall. Phil moved behind him and stuck his cock up Ed's asshole. Betty was fingering herself, and she came over and over as she watched the boys fucking. Ed finally splashed cum onto the shower wall. A moment later, Phil pulled out and sprayed Ed's back. Betty slipped off and spent the next hour in the girls locker room, playing with the vibrator Mrs. Benchley keeps in her desk."

"Nothing like that ever happens to me," Nancy concluded wistfully.

"That's quite a story," Susan said. She took a long drag on the joint and slowly let it out. "It's interesting that Betty told you about it. I wonder if she's making a play for you."

"Of course not!" Nancy sighed and changed the subject. "Dave really isn't working out. He's getting so insistent on me giving him a blow job and it just seems so gross to me. I don't know why girls like it."

"He's going down on you, isn't he?" Susan asked.

"Yeah. A lot," Nancy answered. "Boys always say they like it, but I don't see how they could . . ."

"They're just so eager to please," Susan interrupted.

"I think guys know that if they go down on a girl and make them come, it hooks them. And it'll come back to them. Some of them just do it for themselves." Nancy shrugged. "Guys are so easy."

"Maybe so," Susan said. "Chris really likes it when I suck him. He went down on me way before I went down on him. He came in his shorts a couple of times while he was doing it. And it's really exciting to feel him throbbing right before he squirts his stuff into my mouth."

"Chris is a lot better than Jeff was," Susan continued. "Jeff wanted me to suck him, but he wouldn't give me head at all. And he wasn't into foreplay, he just wanted to stick it in and shoot as quickly as possible. That's why I dumped him so fast. I refuse to just be another notch on a guy's bedpost."

"Jeff thinks that being the big football star is enough," Nancy agreed.

"I wonder if Ed and Phil are sucking each other," Susan wondered. "If I can't have Ed, I'd at least like to see what they do together."

"Shit!" Nancy exclaimed. "I'm so horny I can't stand it. Let's put on our slut clothes and go hang out at the truck stop."

"There are so many losers at the truck stop," Susan answered. "I have a better idea." She bent over and whispered into Nancy's ear.

Nancy giggled. "That's great! Let's go!"

They went inside holding hands. A minute later, I heard the sound of Susan's bedroom door being closed and locked.

Susan's bedroom was on the second floor. It was impossible to see into the room from the ground and there was a single-story house next door, so she rarely bothered closing her curtains. I climbed the tree beside the house and looked inside.

The overhead light was off, but the lamp on the nightstand provided adequate illumination. Susan and Nancy were standing in the middle of the room, tongue kissing like the girls in Ralph's magazine.

I moved closer to the window. It was as if the tree had been designed for spying on Susan. A thick branch stretched horizontally toward the house, stopping a few feet from her window. I moved until I was crouching near the end of the branch. I was able to see everything in the room while heavy leaves and darkness shielded me from view.

Nancy broke away from Susan, removed her tee-shirt and dropped it on the dresser. She wasn't wearing a bra. Her breasts were small, but beautiful. I already had a hard-on, and I almost creamed my pants when Susan bent over and started sucking Nancy's nipples.

After several minutes, Nancy gently pushed Susan away. Her nipples were spectacularly swollen. The window was open and I heard her whisper, "Let's finish undressing." In a few moments, the girls were standing naked in front of the window. Susan's breasts were much bigger and heavier than Nancy's. They sagged slightly when released from the confines of her bra. Susan's thick black hair was matched by the luxuriant bush covering her crotch. Nancy had blonde hair, but her sparse pubic hair was black.

Nancy started stroking Susan's breasts and gently pinching her nipples, which instantly began swelling. I unzipped my fly and fumbled with my cock. It took several seconds to untangle it from my underwear and pull it out of my pants.

Nancy dropped to her knees, pressing her face against Susan's crotch. Susan spread her legs wider and leaned forward, placing her hands on the window sill for support. "Oh, that's so good," she gasped. "You eat me out better than any boy." Susan began gasping rhythmically. As I watched her breasts bounce, I realized that Nancy already had her on the brink of orgasm. I gripped my cock and began stroking it rapidly. "I'm coming," Susan cried. My cock spurted as she screamed and thrashed in front of me.

Susan sank to her knees, so only her head and shoulders were visible above the windowsill. She and Nancy kissed tenderly for a long time. Then Nancy sat on the windowsill and opened her legs. With her back to me, I couldn't see much, but it was obvious that Susan was now going down on her. When she screamed and came, I came with her.

After that, the girls moved to the bed and made out for another half hour. They were further away and I wasn't able to hear or see them as clearly as when they were at the open window. Still, I could tell they kissed a lot, on their mouths and up and down each others' bodies.

Susan got out of bed and went to her dresser. She took out a dildo like the one I'd found in the attic and slid it into Nancy's pussy. I almost fell out of the tree trying to see better.

I stayed in the tree, watching, listening and masturbating. First, Susan fucked Nancy. Then they traded places. They both came several times. So did I. Finally, they stood naked in front of the window, with arms around each other's waists, gazing out into the darkness.

"That was so good," Nancy said, hugging Susan. "Sometimes I wonder why we bother with boys."

Susan kissed Nancy. "I'm not sure," she answered. "Sex with you is so great. But there's just something a boy has . . . I think it's a penis."

They both giggled.

"You're right," Nancy sighed. "That dildo's fun, but it's just not the same."

Nancy and Susan got dressed and went downstairs. I decided it was time for me to "officially" come home, so I stuffed my pecker back into my pants and climbed down from the tree. I stopped with my hand on the back door knob, amazed that I was still horny. I moved into the deep shadows of the back yard and jacked off again before going inside.

I remembered that Susan and Nancy had slept over with each other every week since they were nine. Even when they had boyfriends, they still spent frequent nights together. Now I understood why.

* * *

The week after I'd watched Susan and Nancy, I was putting the lawnmower away in the shed behind the house. I'd finished mowing the lawn in record time and nobody was around, so I decided to reward myself. The shed had two rooms with a door between them. I'd just taken my penis out of my pants when I heard someone outside. I ducked into the inner room, pulled the door partially closed and hastily rearranged my clothes.

My fifteen year old brother Larry came in and closed the outside door. He took a magazine out from behind a stack of boards and sat down on the old coach under the window. He looked at the magazine for a few minutes and then stood up, took his shirt off and pulled his pants and shorts down around his ankles. His penis was standing out from his body. It was a lot bigger than I'd ever imagined a boy's penis could get. He sat back down and started slowly stroking himself. He'd put the magazine down on the coach and he was staring at the pictures, occasionally reaching out to turn a page.

I'd figured that other boys had learned how to stimulate their penises, but I never imagined I'd get so excited watching Larry do it. I was kneeling behind the door hardly breathing because I was afraid he'd hear me. I put my hand between my legs and started rubbing my crotch through my blue jeans.

Larry started whispering as he jerked himself off faster. "Talk dirty to me, please. I'm fucking you . . . I'm ramming my big fat cock up your hot hole! Fuck me harder, big boy! Shove that big dick all the way up me. You're going to make  me cum so hard . . . Shoot all that hot white juice into me. You're gonna get all that cum, slut! I'm gonna spew like a fire hose! Hammer me baby!  Pound me with that big prick! Shoot your load inside me right now . . . fuck me . . . Fuck me! . . . Fuck my . . . oooh!! . . . Fuck! Fuck!! Fuck!!! Oh god I'm coming! Gurrr! Arrgh!!"

By now my cock was back out. I was gasping as I manipulated myself, but it didn't matter. Larry was making enough noise to drown out any sounds I might make. I almost screamed when I saw the first jet of cum burst out of his cock and splash against his throat and chest. Larry's cock was spurting like a fountain. I didn't think it was ever going to stop, but it eventually did and Larry collapsed against the back of the couch. His eyes were closed and he was breathing hard.

He stayed in that position for several minutes, still holding onto his cock. Then he reached behind the couch and pulled out an old towel. He wiped himself off, got dressed and hid the magazine again. Just before he walked out of the shed, he touched his chin. There was a big blob of semen on it. He wiped his chin with a finger, then stuck the finger in his mouth.

After Larry had been gone for a few minutes, I slipped out of the back room, retrieved the towel Larry had just used, wiped my cum off my penis and hand and zipped my pants back up. Then I pulled the magazine from its hiding place.

I was shocked when I looked at Larry's magazine. There were no pictures of women, only men. Men sucking other men's cocks. Men fucking other men's assholes. Men sucking cock while being ass fucked. There was even a set of photos of a man fucking another man's asshole while a third man fucked him.

I looked through the magazine several times, not really believing the things I was seeing. I couldn't believe men did those things with each other. I couldn't believe Larry had been looking at those pictures while masturbating. I couldn't believe I'd jacked off twice while staring at the pictures and my cock was still as hard as ever.

After cumming again, I put the magazine back into its hiding place and left the shed. I couldn't get the pictures out of my mind.

* * *

In the next few days, I probably masturbated fifty times. Sometimes, I thought about the pictures Ralph had shown me. Other times, I remembered Susan and Nancy. Most often, I fantasized about the pictures in the gay magazine and the sight of cum spraying from Larry's stiff cock.

I was out in the shed, stroking my penis as I looked at Larry's magazine. There was a sound outside. I jumped to my feet, dropped the magazine into its hiding place and stuffed my cock back into my pants. I'd just closed the zipper over my erection when the door opened.

Larry's eyes widened with surprise as he saw me standing there. "Hi, Ken," he said. "I didn't expect you to be here."

"I thought I left a tool in here," I answered, "but I can't find it. I guess I was wrong. What are you doing here?" I was hoping the bulge in my jeans wasn't as obvious as it felt.

Larry hesitated, obviously trying to think of an excuse. "I thought I heard someone in here," he finally answered. "I thought I'd check it out." We stared at each other for several seconds. "Anyway," Larry continued, "everything's OK. I'll see you later." He left hastily.

After that close call, I decided to confine my visits to the shed to times when I was sure I'd have privacy. In my bedroom, I'd read "The Joy of Sex" until I got really horny, then masturbate while looking at the pictures.

I brought Mom and Dad's naked photos down from the attic and hid them in my bedroom. It made me feel weird, but I couldn't resist staring at the pictures of Mom's puffed nipples and Dad's erect penis while I jacked off.

At first, I imagined having my cock sucked, sometimes by a woman, other times by a man. Then I thought about fucking women, usually in the pussy but sometimes up the asshole. That somehow mutated into fucking men, watching their cocks spurt cum as I ejaculated in their asses.

I dreamed about going down on women and men, making them thrash and scream as I stimulated them to climax. I started licking my own cum off my hands, savoring the taste and wondering if other men tasted the same.

I fantasized about getting my own ass fucked. I locked myself in the bathroom, greased my finger with skin lotion and slowly slid it up my asshole. At first, it felt really strange and uncomfortable. Then it started feeling good as I worked my finger in and out. My cock finally exploded with the most intense orgasm I'd ever experienced.

After finger-fucking myself a few times, I wanted something bigger. I got the dildo out of the attic. It was much larger than a boy dick – seven inches long and one and three quarter inches in diameter. I knew its exact dimensions because I measured it. It was flesh colored and had attached testicles.

I took the dildo into the bathroom, greased it and tried to stick it up my butt. The stretching pain was so bad that I had to stop. I was so frustrated, I almost cried. I finger-fucked myself almost to the point of orgasm, put the greased dildo on the floor and squatted on it. The mushroom head gradually stretched my asshole as I slowly lowered my body.

After a moment, the pain became too intense and I stopped moving. My anal muscles wouldn't relax, so I tightened them even more, gripping the dildo head with all my strength. After several seconds, I released the tension and the dildo slid a fraction of an inch further into my butt. I lifted my ass, then brought it back down on the greased pole. This time, I wasn't quite so tense, so I was able to take a little more.

I repeated the process until the thick head was entirely inside my asshole. My naked body was slick with sweat. I was trembling and dizzy, but the cock head inside my ass felt wonderful. That's when my foot slipped. My butt fell to the floor, driving the dildo's entire length into my body. I was too startled to scream. The pain and pleasure were both intense. My untouched cock spurted harder than ever before, splashing my cum onto the far wall.

When my orgasm was finally finished, I lowered myself onto my back. The dildo was still all the way up my butt. My anal muscles were screaming in pain and my eyes were full of tears. Still, I felt triumphant. I knew I could take a long thick cock up my ass, just like the men in Larry's magazine.

It took me several more sessions to learn to relax. Even while it hurt, it was incredibly exciting to feel the dildo sliding into my butt. Finally, the day arrived when I could take that length and girth without any pain.

I'd lie on the bathroom floor with my knees folded against my chest and my butt in the air. Then I'd grease my asshole and slide the dildo in, imagining that it was a man's stiff cock entering me. I'd fuck myself in that position. Sometimes I'd come without even touching my penis.

The dildo and pictures were great and I was having a lot of orgasms, but I really wanted to have sex with a real person.

* * *

I visited Ralph the day he got back from vacation. As soon as we'd climbed up into the hayloft he pulled out the magazine, saying "I'll bet you want to see this again."

"I sure do," I answered. "I've been thinking about it every day since you left."

We looked through the magazine together, occasionally commenting on the pictures. "My cock hurts," I finally announced. "It's so hard, I can hardly stand having it trapped in my pants."

Ralph hesitated a long time before answering. "My cock's pretty hard, too," he finally agreed.

"I really need to take my cock out," I continued, observing that Ralph's crotch bulge was getting bigger. "Is that OK?"

"Yeah, I guess so." Ralph seemed to be having trouble speaking.

I immediately stood up and unfastened my jeans. An instant later, I had dropped my pants and shorts around my ankles, allowing my cock to snap to attention. "That's better," I sighed, sinking back onto the bench seat. "That magazine's made me so horny I've jerked off dozens of times thinking about it."

Ralph was staring at my erect penis as if hypnotized. We'd seen each other naked before, while changing into swim suits or getting ready for bed while sleeping over, but we'd never seen each other hard.

"I'll bet you've jerked off while looking at those pictures," I continued.

Ralph nodded.

"My cock still hurts," I said. "I've got to do something about it."

Ralph continued staring as I wrapped my hand around my erect member and began slowly stroking it.

"You look like you need this as much as I do," I said, looking down at Ralph's lap. He'd moved his hand to cover his crotch. It was hard to tell if he was trying to hide his penis or caressing it. "Come on and do it with me."

Ralph hesitated briefly, then pulled his pants and shorts down.

I stared at his stiff dick with undisguised admiration. "You're a lot bigger than I am," I said. "You're really going to make the girls happy."

We slowly stroked our cocks as we turned pages. "Look at this series with two men and a woman," I said. "Wouldn't you love to have her up here with us right now?"

"Yeah," Ralph said hoarsely.

"We'd be standing up like those guys with her kneeling between us, alternating between sucking your cock and my cock, getting us both good and hard . . . finally taking both our dicks in her mouth at the same time . . . licking our cock heads . . ."

"Now, she's getting on her back and opening her legs," I continued. "Do you want to be the guy going down on her?"

"No, you go ahead." Ralph was almost totally lost in the photos, the fantasy and the sensation of his hand stroking his penis.

"OK, I'll eat her out while she sucks your cock some more," I said. "I'm opening her snatch and sticking my tongue up it. She's starting to squirm. She'd be moaning by now if she didn't have her mouth full. She's sucking you real hard, isn't she?"

Although my description of the imaginary action was following the series of photos, I was really focusing on Ralph's cock. Its head was slick with pre-cum and he was rapidly approaching climax.

"You don't want to come this fast," I said. "Pull your cock out of her mouth and let her suck your nuts while you play with her tits." Ralph let go of his cock and began caressing his balls, while he stared at a close-up of the woman's swollen nipples.

"She's really hot and wet," I announced a bit later. "Do you want to fuck her first?"

"Yeah," Ralph gasped. "I'm gonna fuck the hell out of her."

"Shove your big fat cock up her tight hot pussy," I commanded. "Ram it into her cunt while she sucks my dick." Ralph was staring at a photo of the intertwined trio. I was staring at his fist flying over his penis. "Fuck her hard, Ralph . . . listen to her begging . . . suck me baby . . . fuck my hot snatch! . . . Shoot your load up my tight cunt!! . . . Spray that man juice into my hot wet pussy!!! . . . Fill me with your hot cum!!!!"

Ralph screamed as the first wave of cum burst from his penis. The sight was enough to set me off. Our twin jets of semen met in the air and splashed to the floor together.

That experience broke the ice, like I'd hoped. Ralph and I beat off together several times in the next week. I discovered I was quite good at making up stories to match the pictures. I looked at him almost exclusively as we masturbated, while he continued to stare at the pictures in the magazine. As our sessions continued, I noticed that he started sneaking looks at me.

I was ready to fuck and get fucked for real, but I was afraid of pushing Ralph too fast. All I could do was fantasize. My fantasies were growing stronger every day.

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