Chapter 1 – Chapter 1

At the risk of sounding like a crotchety old man waving his cane at the kids on his lawn, back in my day if you wanted to see porn, you had to work for it. We didn't have the internet beaming endless hours of smut to our smartphone; no, we had porn shops. Unfortunately for my neighbor and I, those had a 21-years-old or older age requirement, and we were a few years away from that at the time. Sure, the local video stores had porn rentals, but those videos were in a separate room, typically behind a door, so every shopper would know that you were trying to rent Fantastic Facials 3 and not Aliens.

The local convenience store was also an option – provided you liked Playboy or Penthouse – but the owner of our store was a total hard ass and wouldn't sell them to us. Even when we would show him our driver's licenses to prove we were over 18, he would just shake his head no and put the magazines behind the counter. We were reluctant to argue with him too much considering the line of shoppers that would form behind us.

One's last remaining option back then, really: finding your Dad's porn stash. I had practically torn apart my parents' bedroom and closet, trying to find a video or magazine, but came up empty. I remember it like it was yesterday: my neighbor called to let me know he found a pile of porn in their attic. I barely hung up the receiver before I rushed over.

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"We found the mother load!" Christopher smiled, waving his hand over the box he just pulled from the attic. Christopher's family was from Portugal; he had thick, black hair and warm olive skin. His years of varsity soccer gave him a nicely toned body, and on more than one occasion when we'd be hanging out at their pool I would remark to myself about how handsome he was.

I may have jerked off while fantasizing about him more than once.

Good looks ran in his family, too. His father was a slightly taller version of Christopher; John had the body of a marathon runner and looked younger than his years. His mom, Maria, had long black hair, even darker skin, and incredible curves. She'd always wear a one-piece bathing suit at the pool, but she had a way of making even the most conservative outfit look sexy.

I may have jerked off while fantasizing about the two of them more than once.

Christopher pushed the box into their den with his foot and we both slumped down on their couch. We looked inside and were surprised to see that they were all no-name magazines, and were most likely small print runs. The magazine titles weren't a brand name like Penthouse or Hustler or Cheri; they reflected the theme of that particular issue: "Preggo Gets Blacked", "Mom Gets Ganged", "Cum Guzzling Nymphos", and so on. Christopher pulled out "Hitchhiker Pays Her Way", I pulled out "Huge Dicks for Tiny Chicks", and we sat back and opened our magazines.

I was thrilled that John's tastes skewed towards the boutique porn space; mainstream porn magazines, even the so-called hardcore ones, didn't feature cocks. The airbrushed women were hot, but I really wanted to set my eyes on dicks; the magazine I picked was definitely right up my alley. As I slowly flipped through the pages, staring lustfully at the monsters between the men's lags, I heard the distinct sound of a zipper. I looked towards Christopher and saw he had pulled his erection out of his shorts and started slowly stroking.

"You mind if I jerk off?" he asked rather casually. I tried not to be too obvious about staring at his shaft, his hand sliding up and down his seven inches. I'd seen him naked before when we would get changed after a swim, but never when it was hard, and never when it was this mouth-wateringly close. My mind raced with visions of me taking over for him, offering him whatever body part he wanted most.

"No, that's cool," I responded, trying to sound casual. "You mind if I do?" I asked, my eyes darting back and forth between his cock and my magazine.

"Go for it, man. It's what guys do to porn." Such a simplistic, and truthful answer. I pulled my shorts and boxers off, freeing my rock hard ten inches. I grabbed the base with my thumb and forefinger and cupped my balls with the rest of my hand, trying to show if off. It was long enough, and I was flexible enough, that I could suck my own cock.

Which I may have done while fantasizing about my neighbors more than once.

"Damn, you must get a lot of pussy!" Christopher exclaimed. I shrugged and told him I get my fair share. I barely looked at the magazine as I jerked off. I would mindlessly flip a page over to make it seem like I was jerking to it, but I was really thinking about Christopher and I locked up in a 69, our mouths slobbering all over each others cocks until they rewarded us with their warm, thick loads. I was snapped out of my dream state by Christopher's groaning. I looked over at his lap and saw his cock was pointed at a picture of a hitchhiker with a cock in each hole.

"Oh fuck yeah…." he grunted as his cock twitched and spasmed, spurting ropes of cum all over the picture. The sight of him plastering the magazine with his jizz was all I needed to send me over the edge. I stared at his pulsating cock as my own cock exploded, spraying cum a few feet away on the floor. The two of us slumped back on the couch as our cocks gradually grew soft and our heart rates returned to normal.

***

We settled into a routine after that first encounter: once our parents left for work, I would head over to his place for a jerk session. Sometimes it would be a quick affair, other times it would stretch out the entire day. Me jerking off covertly to his cock, and him jerking to the magazine du jour. Every time I walked over to his house I told myself I would make a move for his beautiful dick, and every time I would chicken out.

"Some day…" I would tell myself. "Some day."

I walked into his house one morning and he greeted me with a huge smile. He pulled his hand out from behind his back and waved a VHS tape in the air.

"Jackpot!" he smiled.

"What is it?" I asked as we headed to the den, shedding clothes on the way as we normally did. He turned on the television and popped the video in the VHS player and hit play.

"I don't know… it was in their fire safe. I never thought to look in there before."

The video quality screamed home video as the camera panned up from a woman's feet, up her legs and across her thick dark bush before stopping on her heaving breasts. Christopher and I set to stroking, turned on as much by the natural beauty on the video as we were from the anticipation over what was to come. The camera zoomed out, keeping her tits in frame but extending upward, slowly revealing her face.

The naked beauty was Maria. Christopher's mom. The cameraman reached a hand into view and squeezed her tits. I looked over at Christopher, who had a "what the fuck" look on his face, but his hand was still moving.

"You're a sexy little slut, aren't you," the cameraman's voice bellowed. It was unmistakably the voice of John. She nodded and smiled.

"I'm a sexy little cock slut," she cooed, biting her lower lip as John pulled on her nipple. The camera jostled violently as John set it into a tripod.

"A slut for this cock?" he asked playfully as he brought his massive dick to her face. She answered by opening her mouth and quickly sliding the entire length down her throat. I looked over at Christopher and he was jerking frantically, pumping his cock to the vision his mother deepthroating his father, and I was jerking to the vision of John's majestic member. Longer and thicker than me, I found myself wishing I was Maria, feeling his balls slap against my chin as he rammed his cock down my throat. Precum was pouring out of my head, running all over my fingers. "That's it, John, fuck my throat," I thought to myself.

He pulled his dick out and bounced the head on her face.

"You're such a slut, one cock isn't enough, is it?" he asked, his cock head continuing to slap against her face – the lucky slut!

"No, never," she smiled. John pointed a small remote at the camera, zooming it out further, revealing four naked men, hard cocks firmly in hand. I recognized them from summer barbecues: They were John's brothers. They moved in closer to her as her hands reached out for them, her legs spreading wide to welcome whichever cock wanted her. As a cock was about to slide inside of her, I felt Christopher's hand on the back of my head, forcefully pulling it down to his crotch. His cock was standing at attention, the head slick with precum. I opened my mouth and eagerly took it in. His cock felt so good in my mouth, I practically saw stars. The warm saltiness of his precum filled my mouth as my tongue massaged his shaft. He put both of his hands behind my head and started to fuck.

It wasn't a slow, passionate mouth fucking. It was a frenzied, deep fucking, his cock head slamming back against my throat as his hands held my head in place while his hips rocked back and forth. I kept my lips locked tightly around his shaft as he rammed his dick in and out of my mouth pussy. The urgency with which he was fucking my mouth made me feel incredibly sexy, my mind telling me how badly I wanted him to fuck me harder.

"Oh fuck!!!!" he shouted, pushing my head down, holding it in place as he orgasmed, his load jetting out into my mouth. I gulped it down as quickly as I could, not wanting to let a single drop spill out. I felt his cock start to grow soft, but I didn't stop sucking. I needed his dick in me. Desperately. I moved my hand to his balls and massaged them, my tongue licking his shaft and head, working to bring his erection back. The moans coming from the video filled the room as I resumed sucking again, my other hand grabbing the base of his shaft, squeezing and stroking. A warm feeling surged through my body as I felt his cock go completely hard in my mouth.

I popped his cock out of my mouth, much to his evident dismay. I flashed him a smile and turned away from him. I looked at the television, at his mom fucking her brothers-in-law like a pro, before I got on all fours. I looked over my shoulder at him and saw his dick was back in his hand. I nodded at him before turning my attention back to the video…waiting…hoping…

I felt the head of his cock, slick with my spit, press against my hole. I closed my eyes and let out a sigh. I tried to relax as he moved his head in and out, plunging a little deeper with each push, drooling his own spit on his cock each time he pulled out. Slowly, ever so gradually, he moved deeper and deeper until he was pushed balls deep inside of me.

"Oh my fucking GOD!" I yelled out, the feeling of his cock inside me, pressing against my prostate, setting me over the edge and making me cum without even touching my cock. Christopher started rocking gently back and forth, barely pulling out before pushing back in, over and over again, until he reached another orgasm, his warm load spurting into me.

We collapsed on the floor, totally spent, while his mom kept draining balls on the television.