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In answer, Marky turned to Tyler’s dick and swallowed on the end of it. Tyler’s knees started to buckle. I felt it the way he hung onto me. Then Marky turned back to suck on my dick, and a moment later on Tyler’s, going back and forth.
Neither Jon nor I were old enough to shoot yet, and I certainly hadn’t ever made precum, but at one point, it felt like a bead of something went up my cock and into Marky’s mouth, and when it did, he sucked harder and his tongue worked in the slit at the end of my dick like he was licking something out of it. I whimpered and went up on my toes.
“It’s our turn,” Connor said, getting to his feet. He glanced down at Marky who was sucking on the end of my cock, eyes closed, like a baby puppy on a tit. “Geez, Marky, you really like that,” he said.
Marky stopped and his eyes opened. He let go of our dicks as if they were on fire and got quickly to his feet. I didn’t need any encouragement to return the favor, though. I dropped to my knees and Tyler dropped to his beside me.
Marky’s stiffy pointed up from over a tight little marble sack, all pale and soft-looking. I took his stiffy between my thumb and fingers. His stiffy skin was thin as paper and soft, and the hardness beneath it felt like a hard bone, and I thought, duh… that’s why they call it a boner. His little cockhead wasn’t pink like mine, but a deep red. I licked the end of it, tentatively, testing.
Marky gasped and grabbed my shoulders. When it did, it was just sorta natural to swallow his dick.
I grabbed his hips and closed my fingers over his butt. His little buns were firm, but his skin there was very, very soft. He pushed his hips forward as I swallowed on his dick, and it went all the way into my mouth and poked the back of my throat; but since I was swallowing, it didn’t gag me.
Marky clutched my head and his little hips rocked forward and back; a natural reflex, even for a kid. His dick tasted only faintly of piss and not much else. It was like sucking on rubber as far as taste went, but not as far as sensations. I sucked on his dick just like he had on mine… like a suckling puppy.
“Let me try,” Tyler said beside me.
Reluctantly, I let him take Marky by the hips. Tyler sucked up Marky’s stiffy all the way, and his mouth pressed against Marky’s hairless belly. Tyler didn’t have long hair like mine. His was short and thick as fur, and through it, Marky’s fingers clutched at the sides of Tyler’s head.
I stood up beside Marky and put my arm over the back of his shoulders, pointing my dick at Tyler, too. I wanted to see what it felt like for Tyler to suck it. Marky slipped his arm behind my back just as Tyler took hold of my cock and swallowed the end. I moaned softly and my eyes drooped. Tyler sucked harder than Marky had and his tongue slid all over my crown and the underside of my shaft. It was like somebody had flipped on a love of sucking switch on Tyler that none of us knew about… it was a switch that was about to flip on for all of us, actually.
Prepubescent boys usually have less developed inhibitions than boys a year or two into puberty, especially when they’re doing things that their buddies are also doing; things that feel damned good. Once we all saw that the others were getting into it, it was easy for all of us to do what came naturally. Sucking is actually pretty natural.
We knew little, but we would make up for it in enthusiasm. The better everything felt, the more enthusiastic we would become.
Standing beside me, little Marky’s hand slid down to my butt. He felt over it, then felt my muscles there. I liked the feel of his bare side against my side and his smaller body against mine. I dropped my hand to Marky’s bottom, too, to feel again how soft his butt skin was. I’d never cupped a boy’s bare bottom before. Marky’s bottom had a firm little rounded shape.
Close by, Jon stood up from sucking Connor, but kept hold of Connor’s dick. “Let’s sixty-nine,” he told Connor.
“What’s that?” Connor asked.
I knew what it was. Jon and I had sat through our first sex-ed class that year. It had been a pretty mild, boys-only couple of sessions; the girls had their own. But then, we supplemented what we learned with information from more worldly eighth and ninth graders.
Jon explained a sixty-nine, and in a moment, he and Connor were lying on the ground on their sides, sucking one another.
Marky looked up at me with a “let’s do it” look. I looked down at Tyler, and then it hit me, three guys could do it. It was like plugging legos together; you just fitted 'em mouth to dick, mouth to dick.
“We can do it, too,” I said. “Tyler can suck on me, and I’ll suck on you, and you suck on Tyler.”
In like, three milliseconds, the three of us were on the ground on our sides. I had wanted Tyler sucking me because he was doing a really good job, and I wanted to suck Marky because I had liked sucking his stiffy, and I wanted to feel his little hips and butt some more. Up close, I liked his legs, too. They were white and velvety-smooth and he had the start of some good muscles in them. And I liked the smell between his legs; it had a boyish tang to it.
The five of us sucked for a while, and it grew surprisingly noisy. I mean, the woods were pretty quiet, so we could hear every little sloppy sucking noise; and there were a lot of them.
If our first oral sex experiences had been when we were older and had a stronger sex smell between our legs, it probably wouldn't have been the same. But the smell was tangy, and sucking one another's rubbery-skinned stiffy was actually fun; especially when we were getting reactions from the other boy.
Tyler wasn't only sucking around on my dick, he was also playing with my balls. I never knew that could feel good. So I played with Marky's little ballsack and stroked the smooth skin inside his legs with my finger tips. When I pressed the little seam behind his balls, the one between his legs where the root of his stiffy made it thick, he murmured and opened his legs wider. He must have done the same thing to Tyler because I heard Tyler murmur next and a moment later, he did it to me. I gurgled.
And then Jon farted, loudly. Tyler started to laugh, and that felt funny on my dick. I giggled. And then Marky blew a farting sound behind Tyler's balls. He yelped and we all laughed and started to sit up because our mouths were getting tired anyway.
Jon stood up and came over to me. "I want us to try it," he said, and I knew why. Because Jon and I were twelve, our dicks had already started to grow a some, and our balls had taken on an egg shape and our scrotums were looser. I lay back, getting ready to roll onto my side, but Jon dropped to all-fours over me, head toward my feet. I got the idea and lay all the way back. He scooted back until his balls where hanging right over my face and his boner pointed up under his belly.
I felt him lift my dick and then I felt the wetness of his mouth. I closed my thumb and fingers around his shaft and pulled his dick down to my mouth. There was a slight salty taste at the slit at the end of his dick, and the barest whiff of musk from between his legs. I ran a hand over his butt. His butt skin was, too.
I figured I'd do a good job on Jon, and he must have figured the same for me, because we both went at it. And then something new started to happen. Jon's hips began making little thrusts and his dick moved in my fingers and in and out of my mouth. I pressed my fingers at the base of his dick to control his movements some, but quickly found that if I timed a swallow with each of his little thrusts, I could let his dick go down my throat a bit. After only a minute or so, I didn't need to control him at all. I let him press all the way in until his balls draped my upper lip. I grabbed the backs of his legs with both hands and just swallowed-sucked.
I made little pumps with my own hips and Jon moved his mouth up and down with them. He made an O with his mouth and bobbed it up and down my boner, lower and lower each time. This was seriously good stuff; different from boy-to-boy sucking with Tyler and Marky. Jon and I were going at it like, sex.
Tyler, Marky, and Connor had gathered on their knees around my head, bending down to watch the action. I had close up views of all their stiffies and little ballsacks and smooth legs.
"Look at Jon's butt," Marky said. "He's like... fucking Ben’s mouth."
"How do you know what fucking is?" Connor asked, giving Marky a shove.
"I know. It's like what dogs, do, right? Jon's doing that."
"Look at his butthole," Tyler said. "It's squeezing tight." He leaned forward over his brother's flexing butt. "I wonder what that feels like," he said softly and tried to push his finger into Jon's bottom.
Jon rocked forward and his dick pressed way down my throat, out of timing, and I almost gagged.
"Try wetting your finger," Marky suggested. "Like an air needle when you fill a basketball."
I looked up past Jon's boney little butt to see Tyler insert his entire finger into his mouth, get it wet, and then press it once more at Jon's sphincter. Jon tensed and Tyler's finger slid slowly in until his hand was flat on his brother's bottom.
Jon hummed on my dick and slowly pumped his hips.
"He's squeezing my finger," Tyler said with a giggle. "That feels weird."
"Put your dick in there," Marky urged.
Tyler glanced at Marky and grinned. "Yeah."
"Here, I'll get it wet first," Marky told him. He bent down and took Tyler's stiffy into his mouth, sucking it while Tyler kept his finger buried in Jon's moving bottom.
Marky pulled off, leaving Tyler's stiffy glistening. Tyler dropped a knee to etiher side of my head and inside Jon's knees. He scooted forward, and I had a close-up view as he held onto his brother's hips and his stiffy started to disappear into his Jon's butthole. But then he scooted forward again, and I mainly had my face between Tyler's legs and under his butt, and I couldn’t see anything.
"Oh, wow!" I heard Tyler murmur.
"Does it feel good?" Connor asked.
"Yeah." Tyler started moving his hips so that as Jon moved forward, he pulled his back and when Jon pulled back, Tyler pushed his forward. Jon's butt made soft peeling sounds every time it pulled away from Tyler's lap.
I reached up and back to grab a feel of Tyler's butt with both hands. I wanted to compare feels with the other guys’; I was discovering that I liked butts. I liked everyone I had felt so far. Tyler had a rounder butt than the other guys, but just as soft skin.
"Whoa! Now they do look like dogs," Connor commented.
"Dogs do it faster," Marky told him. "Go faster, Tyler."
Tyler went faster and made little slapping sounds on Jon's bottom with his belly. He also pushed Jon farther down my throat, and I had to take my hands from Tyler's bottom to hold Jon's hips.
"I wanna try it on you," Marky told Connor.
"Okay, but then I try it on you," Connor agreed, getting onto all-fours a couple of feet away, with his butt aimed back at Marky and toward my head.
But I had trouble seeing from the corner of my eye and past the back of Tyler's legs. I was able to twist just a little, keeping Jon’s boner in my mouth, and I watched Marky drop to his knees behind Connor. He spit in his hand and rubbed it onto his dick, but when he tried to push it in, Connor rocked forward.
"Ouch!" Connor said. "You need more spit."
"Wiggle your finger in there first," I heard Tyler tell Marky. "Get your finger wet and wiggle it in there first, then get your dick really wet and try it."
It was about then that Jon started whimpering loudly. I thought Tyler must be hurting him, but Jon kept going. In fact, he went faster and tried pushing harder down my throat. Then he went all stiff and shuddered.
Suddenly, I started getting feeling's I'd never had in my life, down between my legs. I went all confused, and I wondered if Jon's shaking was because he did something to me. A bead of something went up my dick again, and then a sudden fire went up the insides of my legs and in my balls and gut and dick. I couldn't slide away. I couldn't even cry out, though I yelled onto Jon's dick. I had no idea what was happening to me. And then I shook and short-circuited all over with my first dry orgasm ever within seconds of Jon having his first ever.
The thing is, when you're twelve and you haven't started shooting yet, just one dry orgasm doesn't always make your dick go soft. Mine didn't; neither did Jon's. But they did get a little sensitive.
I scooted out from under Jon and Tyler with some difficulty. I got to my feet a little dizzily, wondering what had happened. I looked down at Tyler and Jon. Tyler had hold of Jon by the shoulders and was still slap-fucking Jon's bottom with his lap. Three feet away, Marky had hold of Connor by the hips and was doing the same thing to Connor.
My dick was all slobbery from Jon, and it was still achy-hard. I wanted to fuck Marky’s butt. So I dropped to my knees beside him. I put my hand on his back and pushed him over onto Connor's back. Marky stopped pumping his hips as I got my finger all wet. I felt for his hole, found it, and pushed my finger in.
"Ouch!" Marky jumped, but my finger was in... all the way.
He was warm and soft inside, and his pucker was tight around the base of my finger. I wiggled it around until he relaxed and started moving his butt back on my finger and his dick into Connor again. I scooted around behind them on my knees, getting my knees outside Marky's and inside Connor's. I spit a bunch of slobber into my other hand and spread it onto my dick. Then I pulled my finger out of Marky's hole and put the end of my dick against it. I pushed, and Marky's hole swallowed my dick head like hungry lips.
It felt good. It felt good as I eased my hips forward and felt his tightness slide down my shaft at the same time I watched my dick vanish inside him. My lap flattened his little white butt cheeks and I could see only a small bit of the top of my dick in his crack. My dick felt hard and stretched long inside him.
I smelled the finger I'd had up his butt. It smelled like butt, but that smelled okay at that moment; maybe even good. My eyes dropped to Marky’s body.
Bent over Connor the way he was, was almost like he was on all fours over Connor. It was like his small body was hanging off my dick; and he had a nice small body. I felt over the sides of his flattened butt with the palms of my hands. I felt up his sides and over his skinny back. With my hands flat on his shoulder blades, I eased my dick back and then forward, feeling his tightness move up and back. It felt good when I pushed it all the way in. I grabbed Marky by the hips and pulled him back onto me as I drove my hips forward.
Connor scooted out from under Marky. "I get a turn, too," he said, standing up and grabbing hold of his dick.
I bent down over Marky and hugged onto him; truly like one dog does to another. I hugged him and pumped my hips. It felt good, and not just on my dick. It felt good hugging his smaller naked body to mine. It felt good every time my lap flattened his butt.
I could smell the back of his hair... boy sweat and clean hair. I pressed my nose there, my lips on the warm skin on the side of his neck. I didn't even mind when Connor knelt behind me and stuck a wet finger up my butt. It smarted for a second, but then it felt okay. As I hugged Marky and moved my dick inside him, Connor's finger even started to feel good. Then he put his dick up my butt, and it felt a lot bigger than it had looked. But I adjusted to the full feeling up my butt, and something in there felt really good as his dick rubbed inside.
Connor pushed so far in that I thought I could feel the soft skin of his balls under my butthole. I hugged onto Marky and kept my own dick pressed all the way inside him, pushing it around while Connor wiggled his dick around inside me.
