Preview – Eternal Transcendance

So it’s going to be a while before I have a story finished, but I thought I’d give you all a preview of one that’s in progress. Some hot father/son action going to happen in this one! Enjoy!

Eternal Transcendence
By
Alex Hawk

Her name was the Eternal Transcendence, a 40-foot sailboat based out of San Diego. I’d rented her for… well, more money than I cared to think about, but it was worth it.
Currently I was at the wheel, getting everything set to go. This was a state-of-the-art, high-tech sailboat. All I’d have to is program the course (San Diego to Hawaii, stage one of our round-the-world cruise), and the computer would control the course, it would control the sails, etc. It was pretty neat! Basically all me and my thirteen-year-old son, Jaden, would have to do is hang out, sit back and enjoy the ride.
Jaden was currently sitting at the bow, waiting for us to get started. He was the love of my life! I’d gotten his mother pregnant back when we were both nineteen. We’d decided to get married cause it seemed like the right thing to do, but we broke up and divorced several years later when he was seven. I had the better income (about $200,000 a year thanks to my programming job), and the more stable life, so I got custody.
“We ready to go, Dad?” he asked, standing up and walking towards me.
“Almost.” I made a few last adjustments. I ran over a mental checklist, making sure we had all the emergency gear, the food and everything else we’d need. Finally I said, “Ok, let’s cast off!”
“Cool!” Jaden said, fairly bouncing with joy. This was his birthday present, though he’d turned thirteen a couple months ago. I hadn’t been able to do anything special with him then, but I was determined to make up for lost time, and a summer vacation that involved sailing around the world seemed like the best bet.
We cast off and I took the boat out. For the first part of the trip, until we were out of San Diego, I was planning to pilot the boat myself. With the traffic around here it seemed like the best bet. I trusted the computer to get us across a few thousand miles of empty ocean but even I wasn’t about to trust it to get us out of San Diego in one piece.
“I’m gonna cook us some breakfast!” Jaden announced as he dropped down into the lower part of the ship. It was pretty cool down there. We had a small galley, a small bathroom (head), and a little living area with benches that folded out into bunks. It was cramped, but we’d spend most of our time up on the deck anyhow.
By the time Jaden had some breakfast ready I’d gotten us past the worst of the traffic. I still didn’t want to engage the auto-pilot until we were really out into the open ocean, so I ate standing at the wheel. It actually took me a lot longer to get out there than I thought and it wasn’t until about two in the afternoon before I felt comfortable turning control over the computer.
In the meantime, Jaden had changed into a pair of Speedos and an unbuttoned shirt. He was currently laying out on the deck reading from his Kindle. I’d purchased him copies of all the great seafaring novels, like the works of Rafael Sabatini, the Horatio Hornblower novels and the Jack Aubrey books. I hoped he’d like them. I also hoped for something else.
“I hope you have sunscreen on,” I called out.
“I do, Dad, don’t worry.”
A couple hours went by. I pulled out my own Kindle and began to relax and unwind. During this time, Jaden removed his shirt and was now laying face down on the deck in only a pair of Speedos. I smiled to myself seeing him. He was such a good kid.
The rest of the day passed with us just relaxing together. Eventually I went to the galley and made us some dinner. We talked for a bit and then dropped into our bunks fairly early, drifting off to a quiet sleep on the wide open ocean.

* * *

We woke up early the next morning, the sun streaming through the ports into the bunk area. Jaden was already awake and wearing nothing but his Speedos and preparing some coffee. I yawned, stretched and got out of bed, pulling on my shorts and t-shirt.
“Hey, Dad,” Jaden said as I walked up to him.
“Morning.”
I cooked us up some breakfast. We ate quietly and then I went up onto the deck, checking the settings on the computer and seeing how much farther we had to go before we got to Hawaii (it was a few days yet).
A bit before noon, as I was sitting with my feet dangling in the water and pondering the idea of trying to fish, Jaden came up to me.
“Hey, Dad? I got kind of a strange question.”
“Ok.”
“Is it ok if I take off my Speedos and tan without them? I got a really bad tan-line from wearing them yesterday, see?” He pulled down one side of his Speedos, exposing a line of pale, white flesh. “Since we’re out here all alone, I thought it wouldn’t be a big deal to just tan naked, you know?”
I considered this and then shrugged. “Well, go ahead. Just make very sure you have sunscreen everywhere. The last thing you want is a sunburned dick.”
Jaden laughed. “I will, Dad. Thanks!”
He vanished below and then a few minutes later came back up. I looked over in time to see his bare ass as he walked over to the bow of the boat, laid out a towel and lay on it face down. He did have a nice butt, I noticed vaguely. Smooth, round and firm. If he’s gay, I thought to myself, he’ll have no problem finding a boyfriend.
I couldn’t decide if I wanted to fish, so instead I grabbed my Kindle and sat back against one of the masts, where I began to read “Master and Commander”. It seemed appropriate. I lost myself in the world of 19th century sailing and after a bit, when I looked up to take a small break, I saw something that caused my heart to skip a beat.
Jaden was still lying on the deck getting his sun tan, but now he’d flipped over and was lying on his back, his face turned away from me, apparently asleep. He really had a magnificent body for a thirteen-year-old boy, but what really caught my eye was his very stiff adolescent penis. It was crowned by a small patch of brown hair and was about four inches long. My mind pictured a girl his age riding him and my own penis paid an instant visit to Hard-On City.
Now I wasn’t gay, and I certainly wasn’t into teenage boys, much less my own son. Sure, when I was about his age, I’d fooled around with some other boys; it was a good way to get off, but since I’d lost my virginity at sixteen, I’d be strictly into girls.
But seeing Jaden’s stiff penis, seeing his innocent young sexuality out on display, well… something about that really hit me hard and got me hard. Before I knew it, I was reaching into my shorts and pulling out my own penis, stroking it as I looked at my son and thought about some lucky young girl riding him to mutual orgasm.
With a shuddering gasp, I suddenly had my own orgasm, my sperm spurting out onto the deck. As the pleasure of the orgasm faded, I thought myself, what the fuck was THAT? I put my penis away and cleaned up my sperm, wondering what on Earth had possessed me to jerk off to my naked son. I’d never had any even remotely sexual thoughts involving him before.
I shook my head to clear it. Oh, well. This was just a one-time thing. I had no reason to believe it would ever repeat itself, so I could safely ignore it and move on with my life.
The rest of the day went by pretty quickly. I did my best to put out of my head the fact that I’d jerked off while looking at my naked son. It wasn’t as easy as I’d initially thought it would be, since Jaden seemed to enjoy being nude and didn’t put on any clothes even after he was suntanned everywhere. I didn’t have the heart to tell him to put his Speedos, or anything else, on.
At one point when Jaden and I were both fishing, he was standing just a couple feet from me, his now soft penis at my eye level as I was sitting. I tried not to stare as I remembered it hard. It was almost hypnotic. I eventually had to force myself to turn away, cause the last thing I wanted was for my son to see me staring at his junk.
We went through the rest of the evening, just generally making small-talk with me trying to ignore his gloriously nude body. I had no idea why I was getting so obsessed over him! It was really frustrating and very annoying, not to mention more than a little creepy. Eventually we went to bed and I did my best to fall asleep and put any thoughts of Jaden out of my mind.
Then at one point, sometime late after I’d fallen asleep, I woke up to an odd noise. Staying motionless, I cracked open an eye and looked over at Jaden’s bunk. In the faint moonlight from the port, I could see him laying on his back, his mouth slightly open, his eyes closed and his hand moving rhythmically under his blanket, right at crotch level. He was masturbating, I realized, and got instantly hard.
It was all I could do to keep from whipping out my own penis as I watched my son indulge in his adolescent sexuality. It brought out so many feelings of lust in me it wasn’t even funny. I figured they were all based in my own memories of sex with other boys when I was his age. Either that, or I really wanted my son, which didn’t seem likely.
Jaden continued to masturbate and as I watched his breathing began to increase. After a few more moments, he pulled the blanket down, and I saw him stroking his penis rapidly. Soon he let out a little gasp of pleasure and I watched as his sperm arced out of his young erection and all over his chest and stomach, the fluid glistening in the moonlight. God, it was incredible!
Jaden laid there on the bunk, breathing hard and still holding his penis. Eventually he grunted a little, cleaned up his sperm with a sock he’d had near his pillow and then covered himself back up and turned towards the wall, drifting off to sleep.
My own sleep didn’t come so readily, and in fact, didn’t come at all until I did so in the head. After that, I was able to fitfully pass out.

* * *

Several days went by. I spent most of my time monitoring the auto-pilot, reading from my Kindle and trying not to look at Jaden too much, since he’d not bothered to put clothing on since he’d taken it off to sunbathe. It was an incredible sight to see.
We arrived on time in Hawaii, coming into port in Honolulu. A day out from the port, I told Jaden to start wearing clothes again, which he did, though somewhat reluctantly. That was nothing compared to the reluctance I’d felt in having to ask him to.
We got into Honolulu a bit after noon. I had in mind for us to spend all of this day and the next in Hawaii, and then we’d set out again. We went to a hotel I’d arranged for us, where we both took nice, hot showers, glad to have all the salt off our bodies. Then we got a late lunch and spent the day just wandering about the city, playing tourist.
The next morning, I dropped Jaden off at a movie theatre in a mall by the hotel so he could see a film he’d wanted to watch. I took that time to restock the galley, knowing that it was a pretty long away to our next stop in Saipan. On a whim, I also made two other, minor stops. I figured these two stops wouldn’t amount to anything, but you never knew.
Then I went to a bar where I picked up a reasonably attractive woman, took her back to our hotel room and nailed her hard. I was hoping that by doing so a: I’d restore my near total heterosexuality and b: I’d stop lusting after my son.
The sex was good and when I picked up Jaden later in the day, I felt that I’d restored myself to my default settings and desire him anymore, which was, to put it mildly, a good thing.
The next morning we got ourselves together, had a good breakfast and went down to the Eternal Transcendence. Two hours later, after going through all the checklists and making sure everything was stowed, we were off, sailing through the harbor and heading out to sea.
Our first day back on the ocean was interesting. We had to both regain our sea legs and get used to being out on the water instead of dry land. For Jaden this meant stripping down to his Speedos and heading up to the deck to work on his tan, read and fish. For me this meant trying not to pay attention to Jaden being in his Speedos.
Eventually the night came and we retired below-decks for a nice little dinner and some TV watching. After a bit we settled down and I tried to get to sleep while keeping one eye on Jaden’s bunk in case he decided to masturbate again. Sadly, I fell asleep pretty quickly and had no idea if my boy got off or not…

To be continued!

Story Preview – “Stud Service”

Here’s a preview of my upcoming story, tenatively titled “Stud Service”. That will change if I can come up with a better name for it. Be ready for plenty of teen sex, gay, straight and bi!

Stud Service
By
Alex Hawk

I sat at a small table in McDonald’s, sipping on my Diet Coke and thumbing through my text messages. I’d received one earlier from my best friend, Jenna. She’d asked me to meet her here. I hated McDonald’s, but I’d do anything for her, so here I was.
I heard a voice call out, “Hey, Danny,” and looked up to see Jenna approaching me carrying a tray with some food. She gave me a kiss on the cheek and then sat down across from me.
“Hey,” I said, finishing up my text. Once I was done, I looked at the food she was eating and wrinkled my nose. “How can you eat that stuff?”
“Like this,” she said, picking up a couple fries and shoving them into her mouth. “Besides, I’m eating for two.”
My mind did a back-flip. “Wait, what? You’re not pregnant, are you? I thought you were still a virgin.”
“I’m not pregnant. I am still a virgin. But I’m planning to have both of those change soon.”
I rolled my eyes. I knew that, for reasons never clear to me, Jenna wanted to get pregnant. I had no idea why. She was only thirteen, like me, and couldn’t seem to get it into her head that, just possibly, having a baby at our age would be a bad idea. It was amazing, cause otherwise she was very smart. I figured she’d just seen “Juno” a few too many times.
“Right. So who’s going to be the lucky dad?” I asked sarcastically as I stole one of her fries.
She slapped my hand and said, “You.”
I sat there with the French fry raised up to my mouth but not yet chewed and said, “Yeah, I don’t think so.”
“Why not? Come on, Danny, you’d be perfect.”
I sighed. “First, I’m thirteen.”
“So am I.”
“Second, I’m gay.”
“So?”
“So I don’t think any fertility clinic will get anywhere near a thirteen-year-old girl who wants to get pregnant by a thirteen-year-old boy. This means we’d have to fuck to get you pregnant.”
“That’s true.”
“And nothing about this plan seems a little, you know, stupid?”
She shrugged. “You’re my best friend, Danny. I want to have a baby and I want you to be the dad. You’re smart, you’re good-looking, you’re just basically wonderful.”
Well, she knew how to flatter me, that was certain. I brushed some of the hair out of my eyes. “Look, Jenna. We can’t do this. We’re both still basically kids. We have no business having a baby.”
“It’s not a big deal,” she said. “You know my family has money. You won’t have to pay child support or anything like that. Besides, like I said, you’re my best friend. I’d love to lose my virginity to you.”
I shook my head. “Jenna, this is a bad idea on so many levels. Anyhow, I’m gay. I don’t think I could do it with you even if I wanted to.”
“If you wanted to, you wouldn’t be gay,” she pointed out.
I rolled my eyes. “You know what I mean.”
“Yeah, I know,” she said, then shrugged. “We can at least try. If you can get it up, we can do it.”
“Oh, gee, thanks,” I said, rolling my eyes again.
“Besides, don’t you think it would be cool?”
“To be a father at thirteen? Fuck, no!”
“No, just to have a baby period. Besides, the baby probably won’t be born until you’re fourteen.”
“Oh, that makes SUCH a difference. Look, when I’m older, maybe.”
“Why wait?” she asked.
“Cause… we’re thirteen? Duh? Hello?”
“Listen, Danny. Here’s the deal. If I have a baby now, that kid will graduate high school when I’m either thirty-one or thirty-two. Right?”
“Right.”
“Ok. So at that point, I’ll still be young enough to have a life after my kid has left home. If I wait until I’m in my twenties or thirties to have a kid, then I’ll be too old to do anything after she or he is out of high school.”
I sighed. “Look, Jenna, what do you want me to say here?”
“I want you to say yes.”
“There’s so many problems with this, though. I mean, what will my parents say?”
“Don’t tell them.”
“What about Caden?”
“Your boyfriend?” She shrugged. “It isn’t like you’d be cheating on him.”
I gave her a look. “I’d be fucking you.”
“Well, yes, but you wouldn’t be doing it for the sex. You’d be doing it to get me pregnant.”
Rolling my eyes again, I said, “Yeah, well, I don’t think he would see it that way.”
“You could talk with him about it,” she persisted.
“Well, yes.”
“So if he says you can, will you?”
Sighing, I said, “Jenna, I really gotta think about this.”
Jenna nodded. “Ok. Well, try to give me an answer by Friday night, ok?”
“Why then?”
“Cause if you say yes, you’ll be coming over that night and we can try it for the first time.”
“Oh. Delightful.” I made a face. “I still don’t know if I can even get hard with a girl.”
Jenna grinned. “I’ve downloaded some gay porn for you to look at, just in case.”
I snorted. “Not for yourself?” I knew she got turned on watching me and Caden kiss, so it wasn’t too farfetched to guess she liked seeing gay porn.
“Not saying,” she said, sticking her tongue out. “Anyhow, let me know by Friday, ok? That’s also the start of my fertility cycle, so it’s important we start trying then.”
“So romantic,” I said, rolling my eyes yet again.
“It better not be,” she said. “Otherwise you’d be cheating on Caden.”
I tried to picture me, naked, lying on top of Jenna, naked, and me fucking her. It just didn’t work. My penis didn’t even so much as twitch, and given that I was thirteen and pretty much always horny, it should’ve given me at least some response.
Jenna finished up her food and said, “Well, take some time and think, ok? Just let me know by Friday.”
“Yeah, I will,” I said, feeling vaguely dazed as I left McDonald’s.

Preview – Boys for Hire

I paced nervously through my hotel room, waiting for the knock on the door. I was expecting company. Company of a very specific sort. Company of a type I’d never really had before.
A few weeks ago a friend of mine had happened onto an escort service that specialized in providing male escorts for female clients. I’d never used such a service before and had zero interest in using one now, but then my friend had explained the “special” escorts this particular company provides.
See, it wasn’t a legal company. Well, part of it was, but they also had an illegal side that specialized in providing boys as young as twelve for women. Even after my friend told me about that aspect of the company, I still wasn’t really interested.
But then she started to tell me about how great and wonderful the sex was, and how it was much better than any sex she’d ever had before. She went on about the beauty of the boys and how wonderful it was to get together with one. She made it sound so fantastic that almost before I knew it, I was on the phone to the company, giving the special code words and making an appointment.
I paced a little faster now, stopping every once in a while to adjust my clothes or hair. I was beginning to think this was a very bad idea. I mean, I was about to commit two crimes (statutory rape and solicitation of a prostitute). Given my job (I worked with homeless youths), there was no way this was a good idea.
I kept reaching for the phone, trying to make myself call and cancel, but I always stopped before I finished dialing. I knew this was a very bad idea, but I kept thinking about what my friend had told me about the wonderful sex she’d had with the boys she’d hired. That kept me from cancelling.
I don’t want it to sound like I was some sad, lonely woman. I wasn’t. I was thirty-one, but I was reasonably good looking and never hurting for male company when I wanted it. Most of the sex I’d had, though, had been pretty dull, and so perhaps doing it with a young boy, and a well-trained young boy at that, would be what I would need.
I looked at the clock. Five more minutes, I thought. Five more minutes and then I’d call and cancel and-
There was a knock at the door.
Swallowing hard, I stopped my pacing and walked nervously to the door. Peering through the peephole I saw a boy. I couldn’t tell much about his looks due to the distortion caused by the peephole lens, but he looked like he was probably cute. I took a deep breath and opened the door.
“Hi,” he said with a grin. He was young. Probably only thirteen or fourteen. I never appreciated before just how young a boy that age could look. The fact that he was a prostitute at that age filled me with sympathy but also was a major turn on. I felt very guilty that I was going to use this young boy for sex, but also, well, really horny.
Looks-wise he was very cute. He had curly brown hair, blue eyes, smooth skin and a thin body. I pictured him naked and nearly came without even touching myself.
“Hi,” I managed to reply.
“Can I come in?” he asked after a moment.
“Oh, yes, sure, come on in.” I stood aside as the boy walked into the room. He had an adorable ass.
“I’m Jeremy,” he said once the door was closed.
“Hi,” I said again. “I’m Julia.”
“That’s a nice name,” he said with a smile. He set down the small backpack he was carrying.
“Thanks.”
“You’re really hot, too,” Jeremy said, smiling again.
“No, I’m not,” I said, blushing in spite of myself.
“Sure you are,” he said. “See what you do to me?” He reached down and took hold of his obviously stiff penis, showing the outline through his tight jeans.
“I see,” I said with a nervous smile of my own.
Jeremy took a step towards me. “Is this your first time with a boy my age?”
“Yeah.”
“Cool.” Standing close now, he kissed me gently on the cheek. “I’ll give you your money’s worth, don’t worry.”
I smiled again. “Ok.”
Jeremy took a couple steps back. Keeping his eyes locked with mine he started to undress. He began by pulling off his t-shirt, showing a smooth, hairless chest. Then he unbuttoned, slowly lowered his jeans and stepped out of them. Now clad only in a small silver necklace and a pair of white boxer briefs, under which I could clearly see the outline of his stiff penis, he moved towards me again.
“You like me?” he asked, placing one of my hands on his bare chest.
“I like you,” I said. Then, “How old are you?”
With a sly grin, he said, “How old do you want me to be?”
I laughed a little. “Your actual age.”
“I just turned fourteen last month.”
“Ah,” I said, a little thrill going through me.
“Yeah.” Jeremy moved my hand off his chest and down to the front of his boxers where he placed it directly over his penis. It felt like there was a hot, steel bar under the fabric. In a somewhat husky voice he said, “You’re gonna get fucked by a fourteen-year-old boy. You like that idea?”
“Yeah…”
“Good.” Taking both of my hands in his, he moved them back onto his ass. “You’d better get naked, then.”
“Ok.” Feeling embarrassed and shy, I started undressing. I didn’t try to make it anything special. I just took off all my clothes until I stood naked before the boy…

The Winter of 1884 – Preview!

Here’s a preview of my upcoming story, “The Winter of 1884″ which, in addition to the usual sibling incest, will be the first of my stories to feature… well, you’ll see.

Sally and I stood at the train platform as our father purchased his ticket to Chicago. His great-aunt had died and her estate was a mess. He was having to leave our farm in northern Montana and go back East to try and sort things out. I wasn’t happy he was going to be gone, and neither was Sally.
Sally was, in fact, so unhappy that she was crying. She was doing it quietly, but doing it nevertheless. I tried to ignore it. Yes, it was going to be the first time we’d be on our own for any length of time (at least a month), but I figured we’d manage. I was fourteen now, after all, and basically a man. Running our little sheep farm on my own wouldn’t be much problem.
In the distance I hear the train whistle blowing and see our father walking up to us.
“Papa,” Sally says, putting her arms around his waist. “Please take me with you! I don’t want to be stuck out on the farm alone.”
“You won’t be allow, sweet, you’ll have John to watch over you.”
“I know, but-”
He dropped down to his knees. “Listen, Sally, what I need to do is important. John will take care of things on the farm. You just help keep the farm house tidy like you normally do, alright? I’ll be back by Christmas.”
“You promise?” she asked, sniffling a little.
“I promise,” our father said, as the train pulled up.
My father walks up to me and shakes my hand. “John, take good care of the farm while I’m gone. Make sure the sheep get into the barn alright once the snow starts.” It was late October and snow was due soon.
“I will, papa,” I say, trying to be brave and confident. I feel a little like crying, too, but don’t. Our father is the only family we have. Our mother died giving birth to Sally. I was only two at the time, and don’t remember her at all.
“Albert Johansen will check in on you once every week,” he added, telling me again something he’d already told me three times.
“I know, pa.”
The next few minutes are filled with me helping my father get settled into his Pullman berth and saying more goodbyes. He also gave me a five dollar gold coin, just in case money ended up being a problem. Then, after promising to send us a telegram once he got to Chicago, he herds me off the train. I went over and stood next to Sally and we both watched, sadly, as the train took our father away.
Sally stood there crying for a little bit, and I let her until our dad’s train was out of sight, then I said, “Come on, Sally, we have to get back to the farm.”
She sniffled a little and said, “Alright, John.”
I lead her back to our wagon. We got onto it and I started driving the horses back to our farm. It was going to be a four hour trip, which I wasn’t too happy about, but at least we’d get back home before dark. Considering we’d left early in the morning when it was still dark, I considered this an improvement.
By the time we finally got back to the farm, Sally had stopped crying. She’d passed most of the time reading “Great Expectations”, which father had bought for her twelfth birthday back in May. She’d already read it twice before, but I guess she really liked it.
We got back to the farm just a bit before sunset. Sally went into the house to stoke the fire in the stove and make us something to eat. I made sure all the sheep were herded back into the barn. Once that was done I made sure they had enough feed and went back to the house to try and get some feed of my own.
Once Sally and I were done eating we sat near the fire reading. She had “Great Expectations”. I was reading “The Adventures of Tom Sawyer”, which along with “Ivanhoe” was one of my favorite books.
Eventually we turned in for the night. Our house consisted of two rooms; the main living area with the kitchen, fireplace, etc, and another area that was a bedroom for all three of us. My father and I shared one large bed and Sally had a smaller bed to herself.
We both made one last visit to our outhouse and changed into our bedclothes. After that we retired to our respective beds, where I figured I’d probably fall asleep pretty quickly, as I usually did.
As I was starting to doze off, I head Sally say, “John?”
“Yeah?”
She was silent for a moment and then said, “Will everything be alright while Pa’s gone?”
“Of course,” I said. “I’ll take care of us, don’t worry.”
“Alright. Goodnight, John.”
“Goodnight, Sally.”

* * *

A few days went by. Mr Johansen came out to see us on the fifth day. He brought some potatoes, which was good to have, since they’d keep well. Happily he also brought us a telegram from our father. He’d arrived in Chicago and was getting ready to meet with the lawyer representing his great-aunt’s estate. He said he’d hoped to be home soon. I read the telegram once and then passed it off to Sally, who read it several times and kept it under her pillow.
The next day we had our first snow. It wasn’t terribly heavy, only about three inches, but it was a good reminder that winter was almost here. I made sure the sheep had plenty of food and mucked out the barn while they went to wander about in the snow for a bit. I kept them in the fenced-off area near the barn. The last thing I wanted to do was to try and find twenty-five white sheep in a snowy field.
I was pretty distracted while doing all the work. Back last summer Franklin Johansen, the fifteen-year-old son of Albert, had taught me something really neat I could do with my penis. It felt better than anything, and I started doing it two or sometimes even three times a day. This came to stop back during the spring when my Pa caught me doing it out in the field and thrashed me good. He told me all about how it was a sin and God didn’t want me to do it. I still did, but only when I really needed to, like once or twice a week.
I began to usher the sheep back into the barn, thinking that after I was done, I could pop into the outhouse and stroke for a little bit. I hadn’t had the chance to do it since Pa had left, but I figured I could get in a quick one before I went back into house.
As I got the sheep inside, I found myself staring at the backside of one of them. Her small tail was lifted up and I could clearly see her anus and, importantly, her vagina. I knew what it was for; living on a farm I’d seen plenty of matings and had assisted in several sheep births.
Without thinking about it, I found myself rubbing my penis through the cloth of my pants as I looked at the sheep. I knew of course that humans mated in the same basic way that sheep did. My pa had given me a little talk about that last year. At the time I’d thought it sounded pretty gross, but after Franklin had showed me how much fun stroking could be, I got to thinking that maybe it sounded more interesting than I had first thought.
As I looked ever more at the sheep’s vagina a thought began to burrow into my mind. I started wondering… what would it be like? Would it feel like stroking? Would it better, would it be worse? What would it be like?

Brad and Jesse – Preview!

One of the good things about this blog format is that it’s very easy for me to post things. This means that, for example, I can share previews of stories I’m working on! So here you go, kids, the preview for “Brad and Jesse”, coming soon!

“Cool party, huh, Brad?” Jesse asked me over the noise.
“Yeah!” I said back, and took a sip of my beer.
I’d met Jesse through a mutual friend back a couple months ago. We’d never spent any real time talking with each other or anything like that, but you know how once you meet someone you sometimes run into them everywhere after that? Yeah, it was kind of like that. Casual acquaintances. Now we were both at an end-of-summer party and were spending time hanging out with each other, since we didn’t really know anyone else.
Jesse and I were getting along pretty well. We actually had a fair amount in common. We were both blond, we were both skaters, we were both into a lot of the same music, and we even had the same taste in girls. Plus we were almost the same age; he was fifteen and I was fourteen.
Currently the two of us were out on the patio at the house of the party host. There were a bunch of other kids running around, most in various stages of drunk. Like Jesse, I’d only had two beers, and I at least planned to keep it that way. I’d been drunk before and I didn’t much care for it.
At one point as we were talking, a very hot girl walked by and Jesse said to me, “Damn, now that’s fine!”
I nodded in agreement, and then turned bright red as the girl turned and looked at us. She smiled and walked over.
“You’re not too bad yourself,” she said to Jesse. Then she looked at me. “You his brother?”
I laughed a little. “No, but other people have thought so, too.”
She introduced herself as Mandy. She went to the same school I did, and like me was fourteen. She got between us, leaning up against the same railing as we were. The three of us stood there talking for a bit, with both Jesse and I flirting with her. Well, trying to, anyhow.
Then, after about twenty minutes of conversation, Mandy put one of her arms around my waist and leaned over, giving me a kiss on the mouth. Then she turned around and did the same thing to Jesse.
“I got an idea, boys,” she said.
“Well, so far I like the way you think,” Jesse said with a little grin.
Smiling back, she said, “Come with me.” She took our hands and lead us into the house. Jesse and I both traded faintly nervous grins with each other, since we had no idea what Mandy had in mind.
Mandy eventually lead us upstairs to a bedroom. I couldn’t keep a stupid grin off my face as we walked inside and she shut and locked the door behind us.
Grinning widely she turned around and said, “So you boys ever share a girl before?”
I glanced over at Jesse and shook my head as he did the same.
“Oh, good. I really love threesomes,” she said and without any further preamble started to get undressed. Once she was fully nude, and looking really, really good, she looked at us. “Well? Hard to fuck me if you’re still dressed,” she said, pushing past us and laying down on the bed.
Now I wasn’t a virgin, and as far as I knew, neither was Jesse. I loved sex, even though I’d only had it a few times and only with one girl. Still, I wasn’t too sure I was into the idea of having sex with a girl Jesse was also going to be having sex with. On the other hand, I hadn’t been laid all summer, so before I was even really aware of what I was doing, I started getting undressed. Jesse followed suit, and within a couple moments all three of us were naked and laying on the bed together.
“God, we all look twelve,” Mandy said, looking at each of our genitals. All of us had shaved pubes.
“Well, parts of you look lots older than twelve,” Jesse said with a little grin, looking at Mandy’s breasts.
“True,” she admitted. “You, too.” She reached down and took both our penises in her hands and started stroking them and kissing us.
It was a weird situation for me. I’d seen other guys naked, of course, but I’d never seen another guy hard, much less getting it on with the same girl I was fooling around with. My eyes kept being drawn to Jesse’s penis, which was just a little bit longer than my own…

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