Chapter 1
I was at work and received word that my parents got a divorce after twenty years of marriage. I was overjoyed and happy for my dad. They married at a young age; Howie, my dad was twenty and mom only eighteen. I was born a short eight months later. I was their first and last. They separated when I was twelve, and I would live with mom while in school and with Howie during the summer months. I enjoyed living with dad. He had a large number of male friends that would stop over for a visit and one or two of the guys would spend weekends sleeping overnight at his house.
It was a fun time for me getting lots of attention from the guys playing hide and seek, playing poker and taking walks in the park and sometimes fishing. When we played hide and seek, I could never find my dad and one or two of his friends. The summer I turned sixteen was when I discovered that Howie was gay. A horrific thunderstorm woke me. Sitting up in bed I heard noises coming from dad's room. I got up to investigate to see what was going on. His bedroom door was closed and locked, but I could hear three men's voices as they, what I assumed, sexually pleasing each other. That afternoon I asked Tony, one of the guys that was in Howie's bedroom what was going on.
"How old are you, Tim?" Tony asked as he stood closer to me while checking out my thin body. At five feet six and having shoulder-length brown hair I appeared girlish to a lot of boys at school and I'm sure Tony thought so too. Girls said I have an ass any chick would kill for.
"Almost seventeen. I heard you guys last night during the storm," I said looking at his deep blue eyes as he rubbed the small of my back with delicate pressure. "Sounded like fun. Was there a girl in there with you guys?" I smiled at him.
"Well, Tim, if you were eighteen, I could give you a bunch of information." Tony kept his fingers busy on my back. "But all I can say is, there was sort of like a girl in there with us. Maybe you need to ask Howie."
He removed his hand from my body, and I left the room we were in. I didn't ask or say anything to dad about what I heard and never heard any sounds from his bedroom the rest of that summer.
That winter living with mom I turned eighteen and some of my friends threw me a party because mom was busy working twelve-hour shifts at the hospital.
Richard was the ringleader of our small group of five nerds. He had a car, and we were off to his parents lake cottage to party. Richard and Sam were remarkably close and people at school rumored they were more than just friends. He parked his car close to the back door and popped open the truck lid to reveal a case of beer and two bottles of Jim Beam and two liters of ginger ale.
"Holy shit." I said. "Lucky it's Friday. Where's the birthday cake?" I picked up the Jim Beam and made my way into the cottage and placed the booze on the kitchen counter. Richard made his way to the utility room, turned on the water and fired up the hot water heater and furnace. Sam got the beer and Alan and Pete carried in the snacks and hamburgers and hot dogs.
After everyone had one beer they sang Happy Birthday to me.
Richard, being the biggest and strongest, grab me and placed me over his knees while sitting on the family room couch. He pulled down my pants and underwear then gave me eighteen smacks on my ass and one for good luck.
"Damn. That hurt Richard," I said rubbing my ass cheeks.
Sam came over to me and looked at my bare ass and pointed at my dick. "Look at that piece of meat and no hair."
Alan and Pete walked over to where I stood in the middle of the room half naked. Pete placed his hand on my cock and bent over and gave the head a kiss. Alan kissed my ass cheeks at the same time. I was getting hard.
Pete looked at me and asked, "Is it okay if I suck your cock? Me and Alan do it all the time. You'll love it." He had his pants down at his ankles and I felt Alan's finger playing with my anus. I looked over and was surprised to see Richard sucking on Sam's dick.
"I think so," I said. "I never had anyone play with my private parts, but that little kiss felt nice." I pointed to Sam and Richard. "I think they like it."
Alan stood up and removed all his clothes and placed them on an easy chair with Pete's. "Oh, those two have been lovers since their freshmen year of high school. They love cock. Sit down in the other easy chair and me and Alan will give you your birthday present."
I did what they asked and before too long I came in Pete's mouth who then kissed me and gave me my first taste of man juice. Richard stood above us as we kissed. Once Pete left my mouth Richard gave me a French kiss and his mouthful of Sam's cum. Pete replaced Richard's tongue with his semi-hard cock. Not knowing what to do with it, Sam whispered in my ear. "Just suck like you were sucking on a straw. Move your mouth up and down like Pete did you. You'll love it, Tim."
Richard and Alan were making out on the floor and from time to time encouraged me to make Pete cum in my mouth which he did with some help from a hand job by Alan.
After one hour and only one beer I learned to suck cock and swallowed three guys cum.
Standing up I undressed and got naked like the other four guys.
"Guys, what just happened was complete heaven for me," I said. "How long have you guys been doing this?"
Alan looked at everyone and said, "About four years now. You always go away in the summer, and we didn't get a chance to teach you before now. What do you think? Do you like it? Want to learn more gay stuff?"
"Fuck yes. I always thought I was into guys but afraid to say anything, but now I know I like guys more than girls. I do like the taste of sperm. Please teach me all you guys know how to pleasure a man. I love the taste I get with my mouth. My dad has a few friends I'd like to taste. Maybe even him too.
"Before that let's have a few more beers," Richard said. "I'll get the television set up and get some of our sex tapes to teach sissy Tim on how to use his man pussy." He gave me a kiss and went to one of the bedrooms.
We sat around and drank more beer and had a few shots of Jim Beam.
"So, Sam who taught you to make love to a boy or man," I asked sipping on a beer.
