Zeke Speaks
I'd flopped face down on my bed. Still wet from my shower having opted to not shower in the school locker room after track, I'd been thinking about Raj all day. He smiled at me in first period, an actual moment of eye contact. Scared to death that I may feel the urge to talk to him after I'd avoided him all day.
But there he was in his singlet, fresh from wrestling practice, right when I was done with track. Our lockers were on the opposite ends of the locker room, but the timing meant we'd both be naked at the same time. I couldn't trust myself not to bone up if we stood anywhere near each other, so I threw my school clothes in my gym bag and got the hell out of there.
It was too hot outside and I was too hot on the inside to worry about drying off. I simply could not stop thinking about Raj. Reliving his funny crooked grin, dark eyes with long black eye lashes made my insides hurt.
Laying in bed, still soaking wet, I felt my dick start to grow hard. This made me smile, and wondered if Raj ever got hard thinking about anyone, well, thinking about me. Yeah, I know. I'm delusional.
I'd been the token gay boy in middle school until my second year; then everyone was gay, or bi, or "fluid", pan.....whatever. I was gay. Just gay!! Well, am gay. Girls were intimidating. Boys I understood, at least felt more comfortable around them.
My hand was creeping down to my crotch. I had the bedroom to myself so I could jack off if I wanted, but I didn't want to turn over . I was horney but still pooped from track.
Hanging onto my almost-boner I dozed. My dream began with Raj standing there. Just standing there in front of me .....with his brown uncut dick in his hand.......
I woke to feel that someone was on the be bed kneeling between my legs.
Two callused hands caressed my butt cheeks, they were warm and felt good on my cool skin. I must have cooled down while I dozed. I raised my butt; the callused hands began kneading and fingers were trailing down the butt crack.
My hand was still on my now predictably stiffening dick, though now I had a little room to stroke myself.
I felt the small end of an anal syringe gently enter my butt; I couldn't feel the lube as it was filling into my rectum but I got a warm feeling knowing that's what was happening. No fingers followed after the the syringe was removed. I felt the cool round head of a dildo. It rubbed up and down my crack and over my anus.
This was to tease me, it was knowledge that I was hard and stroking. Hell, I was a teenager it wouldn't take much of anything to make me hard. I relaxed my anal muscles in an effort to ease the entry of the dildo. The sphincter snap always hurt like shit but I was pretty sure this was going to be a mellower beginning.
I was wrong on that count.
The dildo was shoved into my rectum without much regard for the consequences. My consequences!! OUCH!!! But don't stop!! I said silently to the mystery person now fucking my ass. The lube was the warming type, the thrusting sent shivers up my spine. Spicy!! I loved it. I kept stroking.
The dildo was long! Longer than I had taken before. As the thrusts sped up they also went deeper. I felt my insides stretch.
My guts were being "rearranged " as I'd explain in my next "X" posts.
My hand had been stopped from its stroking; then both my hands were crossed behind my back. The slap on my cheeks told me to raise my butt and push back. So I did. My dick was rubbing against the bedding, which was almost as good as me stroking myself.
My fucker had reached a steady rhythm and it took no time for my prostate to begin its screaming to discharge. Pulling my right hand free I gripped my pre-cum moistened shaft and within seconds was holding a handful of cummy dick. My butt dropped; with my burrowing into a pillow I felt my body stiffen. Then the aftershocks, which were heightened by my thumb grazing over the dick's slit.
"Getting better sweetie, that was nine!"
The dildo was removed a lot slower than when it had entered. A pat on my buttcheek and my visitor left. I was certain my evening wasn't over yet.
Still holding my cummy dick I managed to doze off. The dream was of Raj, his hand was squeezing my dick, he smiled and kissed me. His hand was warm and the caress wasn't lustful but romantic. The kiss was a skirmish between tongue tips. His had a metal post close to the end. I wondered how it felt to give a blow job with such an enhancement.
Raj tasted salty, our tongues relaxed and the kiss ended. His hand began a gentle stroking; I felt the beginning of another erection. His warm hands now held my buttocks, one finger tracing the length of my crack to end with a soft circling of my anus. His hand grasped my penis hard, squeezing the head, grinding it with his fingers.
A warm penis edged into my butt, Raj was stroking me with both hands pinching my cheeks..
"Open up, baby!"
My multi-handed-dream-Raj was suddenly gone. The hand wrapped around my still creamy dick was my own.
Uncle Ben was between my legs, taking his turn on my submissive body. His cock was thin but long, the shaft coated with the same lube his brother, my uncle Taylor, had used. Ben
liked to spike it with a little Tabasco ; this warm fucking was sure to be a wild hot pounding. His cock pushed slowly into my still lubed and warmed anus, his hands holding my waist. Uncle Ben swished his cock back and forth in my rectum, the heat was going to build as soon as he started his "wild man" animal fuck, so I braced for it. And today it came hard and fast. My hands were crossed behind my back again and held with my uncle's right hand while his left hand pulled my head off the pillows by the hair. Letting go his right hand he grabbed handfuls of hair with both hands and road my butt; actually whooping like a bronco rider. Dick!!
The thrusts were hard, deep and fucking firy. When I started to cry out a warm cock was shoved into my mouth to muffle my pathetic protests.
My uncles tormented me when they knew I was brooding about a crush. Their sixth sense. Motherfuckers. (Meant in the kindest way).
Uncle Ben was going to cum in my mouth and uncle Tayler would shoot in my ass. Not a daily routine but one they offer often enough that I look forward to it.
This day was rough because I knew the uncles had been arguing over something. For the past few days each time I came close they'd shut up and give me those fake condescending grins. We'd all three gotten to the point where we could read each other. The difference being these guys made it so much easier to eventually talk to them.
Tyler finished first, his load landing squarely on my tongue. Ben was still plowing my ass, possibly reaching new depths. His fervor fueled by their argument, I figure. I'm not complaining, I'm going to have cum twice since track practice.
As my fist once again filled with teenage goey cum, uncle Ben shoved extra hard into my butt; he groaned, still pulling my hair.
We all three enjoyed each others orgasm at about the same time. A tradition.
The three of us collapsed together on my bed panting, holding hands we silently chuckled. I recognized and relished the smell we made. I swallowed my uncle's cum.
Sitting up first, my cum covered hand held up for me to see. Damn!! Two big loads one almost right after the other.
I began licking the goey cream as uncle Tyler grabbed it and sucked two of my fingers into his mouth.
"Hey!!"
"You can have your boyfriend's if you ever get the nerve to get him cornered." Uncle Ben was the sarcastic comedian of the family. He knew I was crushing and also knew how to rub it in.
Ben buried his face in my abdomen and slurped loudly to imitate our dog when he ate.
"Real cute uncle Ben. You sound just like Wienie eating ice cream."
"That's Winey, smartass, named after a Chardonnay not Oscar Meyer ". He continued slurping.
We agreed now that since I'd attained adult status, I was left alone to douche. My uncles, being the leaders of the local "pig-bottom" orgy group, owned two enormous shower stalls. They frequently filmed their fan page posts there since dildos had been attached to the walls. Before I was eighteen the only shower to have these decorations was their own . I knew this because I was a frequent visitor to their steam shower. Steam after a track meet was a necessity, the dildos were frequently the happy ending to a bad day.
My uncles sat next to each other at the dinner table, I sat on the end; dinner was something vegan to appease uncle Ben's current obsession.
"So. What's his name? Is he on the team with you?" Asked uncle Tyler as he tried to distinguish what was impaled on his fork.
"Who are you talking about?" Thought I'd play dumb, knowing these guys can smell when I'm crushing on someone.
"So he's not on the team? Don't tell me it's that same wrestler that displays his junk? Gotta love those singlets"
"Really?.....I hadn't noticed "
The uncles elbowed one another and giggled.
"You know you sound like a couple femboys"
The uncles shut up and glared at me, I knew their tender spots, too.
"What's the matter? Is Gigi coming back from Florida?" I knew the houseboy was away to visit friends for a few weeks. Probably the reason I'd been the object of their "affection" lately.
"Never make fun of our houseboy!! "
The smile on uncle Ben's face gave away his real feelings on the matter. Their last houseboy Ricky, was a college student football player. The fact he was gay and a known slut was common knowledge at the university. He got as much adoration as revulsion from school mates. Nobody messed with him, he was a bruiser.
Gigi was just the opposite. Anyone who saw him knew immediately he was a proud femboy. The vibrator in his ass had an unusually loud motor. He loved the stares.
"His name is Raj and yeah he's a wrestler."
"Why haven't you brought him home to meet us? You ashamed of us?" Ben asked trying his best to sound indignant.
"Of course I'm still ashamed of you. That hasn't stopped me before has it?" I was extremely proud of my uncles. And they knew it. The last "friend" I had over had to listen to both uncles as they loudly spitroasted Gigi. My "friend" was a hookup from Grindr so it didn't matter. The guy texted me so much afterwards that I blocked him. I'm still afraid he'll just show up at our front door someday.....or night. If he did he wouldn't be looking for me.
It took a while but I finally got Raj's cell number. Screwing up as much courage as I could I sent a text: "great match today! Congrats " I included a snap of the coach raising Raj's hand in victory, "by the way this is Zeke (commonly known as as the geek" I included a meme of myself doing a face plant during a hurtle practice.
It took way too long for a response. I was crushed. But damned if Raj didn't text back. Even apologized for not responding sooner. We met after practice on a Wednesday and walked downtown. I was walking on air on a different planet.
Raj and I walked casually into the business district, I noticed that at some point we had joined hands. When and why were a mystery; but I wasn't changing anything. His hand was warm, his grip soft but firm.
"Ice cream?" Raj asked as that shop came into view.
I didn't hear 'ice cream', I heard 'wanna fuck'. So of course I said "Fucking A!!"
