Casey (Final)

Chapter One: Some Ancient History

I'm told that my name is Jiminy. You might call me Jiminy Cricket, although that would be inaccurate for I am not an insect. I am, like he, what you would call a conscience but I am assigned to an adolescent boy, not a puppet. The very young often see me and mine as a very real creature of their imagination. Thus, without really knowing why, your traditions mention the invisible friend that belongs to every child and the monsters that hide under every bed. I'm not actually invisible, but you humans often choose not to see me. Whether this is intentional or not is irrelevant to this story, but maybe, if you have a moment, you might choose to attend me for a while: The better to hear my sad tale of joy.

I don't know where I came from, only that I've always been here. I serve one adolescent boy after another and always have without beginning or end as far as I can see. I can't foretell the future, but I use the lessons of the past to guide my charge as he passes through the difficulties of the puberty fated to almost every human male. I can't remember that I ever had a childhood of my own, but I've seen enough of theirs to learn some important lessons. I try to apply these lessons to my charges in my own subtle way. I can't thwart the free will of my charge but I can guide them subconsciously.

I find them just as their sexuality awakens and their bodies begin to change. I leave them upon death, or when the transition to their manhood is complete. I don't see color or nationality since the human genome essentially does not care for either. Black, white, yellow, red, fat, skinny, handicapped, athletic, rich or poor; a human being is always a surprise: None more so than the pubescent child-man.

There are more of them every day, but there always seems to be enough of us. The only problem is that their puberty seems to be striking at an earlier age every eon. Young sexual beings gain no benefit from lack of experience or wisdom.

I can remember when, ages ago, a male child would often perish long before reaching puberty. Some would die violently at the hands of their rivals at the first sign of their ripening manhood. My 11,409,773 charge was brutally murdered for this reason while in his Uncle's protection in a tower in the mortal's city of London. I've figuratively buried many of my charges and moved on to the next without the luxury of human mourning. The Black Death saw me fairly bounding from one charge to another without hardly sufficient time to discover their names. I remember them as a progression of tortured faces that flicker past my mind's eye too quickly to describe.

As time moved slowly forward, the children became constantly healthier, but their puberty would arrive late. Sometimes a child would not begin their transition until late in their fifteenth or even sixteenth year. The later transition and the hard times lent a certain maturity to our charges that we used as a tool. This was a comfort to my kind as we attempted to guide these new men into outlets of art and discovery rather than lewd sex and debauchery. Some of us failed in our attempts.

In Baroque Italy my work was often foreshortened by a cultural rush to have extra male children castrated for the honor, and often, the livelihood of the remaining family members. These poor boys would be sold, or seconded to The Church and were castrated in the thousands without regard to their comfort or their singing talent. Countless testicles were crushed, excised, amputated and strangled during this time. Sometimes, this would occur mere hours after I had been called to the side of my charge. It was as if the realization of what was to happen would catapult his body into desperation and call me to him. I would arrive to find my charge strapped to a table, naked, with no protection from whatever awaited him. Depending on the method my perception of his new manhood would usually peak suddenly and fade gradually. This tended to happen if the testicles were taken individually by blade or crushing. Sometimes my perception of my latest charge would abruptly disappear as his testicles were cruelly and simultaneously crushed between the fingertips of a brutish man. Each castration left me unfulfilled. Each increased my loathing for the cruelty of humans. Each caused me to immediately be assigned to a new boy.

Sometimes the child would be sold to the church weeks or months after I had arrived. I would often overhear the discussions of the impending sale and know the fate of my charge without being able to do anything about it. Such situations were frustrating as I watched each discover, and then brutally lose their manhood. The testicles of two of my charges were taken even as they reached their first orgasm. This again left me unfulfilled.

Some of our charges that studied the fine arts or theology instead developed a penchant for cruelty in the name of their calling. Forgetting their own childhood discoveries, they were responsible for the horrible fate of countless thousands and millions. One such of our charges attempted to murder an entire race of humanity. His efforts united your human species against evil for a short time, but your dark fate still waits in the memories of his followers and admirers.

Chapter Two: To Meet a Child

Our service does not always go unfulfilled. Sometimes our service is a pleasure. Such is the case of Casey, my last assignment. He was a wonderful child who lived in your modern times and could be described as typical in every way. Casey had typical brown eyes and was of typical size. His was an average intelligence. Casey did not excel in academics or in sport. He dated many girls and women in the time that I knew him, but was unsuccessful in many of his conquests. He seemed to court trouble and the fates enjoyed the taste of his body and soul. Casey was, to his redemption, a sweet child and grew into a kind, but troubled man under his average exterior.

I first knew Casey when he was twelve years of age. I was called to his side immediately when his manhood began to assert itself. This is generally, but not always, triggered in the human male by some external influence. In Baroque Italy this was often caused by the appearance of the castration tools. For Casey, it was a sudden awakening to a rushing stream of water and a long scream as he plunged down the flume at a water park. I was disoriented for a moment as we plunged downward, but quickly gained my bearings as we landed, sputtering, in the pool at the base of the slide. I did a quick check on my new charge as we clambered out and began to run up the steps of the water slide to ride down again. He was of average size for his age and was, I could immediately tell, mainly inexperienced in the ways of the modern world.

I probed Casey's thoughts and discovered that he was unaware of his new sexuality, although he had pretended to possess such knowledge in front of his friends and younger brother. Casey was a creature wholly governed by desires and basic needs. His immediate desire was to feel the rush of the plunging drop again, although this desire fought with, and won over, an extreme need to urinate immediately.

Casey's memories contained a few encounters with pornography in the woods behind his house with some Playboys. He also fancied himself quite the ladies man, having personally flirted with two neighborhood girls who had tits. They hadn't laughed at him, so they must have wanted him. Right?

I immediately determined that Casey was a virgin in almost all ways, having just discovered the real joys that accompany masturbation. He hadn't yet seen his own sperm, and I resolved to fix that soon, but I was overjoyed that I finally had an opportunity to start this one off right. So often, we find these the new men with worldly knowledge of women, sex, drugs and crime. These types of Worldly Children have no chance in this modern age and almost always lose something of themselves to evil.

Looking around us now, as we awaited our next reckless plunge, I could see several of my kind attending their various charges. I could also see a few of the female consciences working in their service to pubescent girls (not a job I would want). One of my fellow consciences was standing behind his young charge and acknowledged me briefly before turning back to his conversation with Death. This was not a good sign as Death only attends Life near the end. I looked for a moment at the fourteen-year-old boy, David, and admired the flat stomach, the exquisite body, the blue eyes, and the brilliant smile as he flirted with another fourteen year old girl. This was his fifth such girl, and David was an example of the Worldly Child if there ever was one. I could smell the testosterone exude from his young body and his bathing suit failed to mask the smell of young musk from his groin.

David dressed smartly, even at the water park. He fancied a light blue anklet that matched his bathing suit, which the girls seemed to find rather enthralling. He himself was more interested in getting the girls' bathing suits off somewhere behind the bushes near the chlorine room. Unknown to him, David had himself recently fathered two children who, hopefully, had the chance to avoid their father's young fate. Here, before me, was a blond-haired, blue-eyed example of wasted potential.

Our turn finally arrived just before our bladder exploded. Casey and I got a good running start and began our latest downward journey to the catch pool. I screamed with my charge, not having any choice but to follow him wherever he went until my service was no longer required. A splash and a drop later, we were again clambering out of the catch pool. Casey considered another plunge, an idea I immediately discouraged in favor of a trip to the restroom. My charge obliged and was soon hanging his rather immature young penis over the lip of the urinal. He was fairly well endowed, indeed was above average in this for his age. He had a few short hairs growing above his circumcised penis and his testicles had begun their growth spurt to manhood. I focused on those two orbs there and marveled at their new hormonal activity. I also noticed during my inspection, a few of the first sperm cells awaiting Casey's first ejaculation.

A moment later we were off again, penis safely tucked away and ignored for now. I endured an afternoon of climbing steps and plunging headlong down water slides as my charge sought the ultimate thrill. This water park was a familiar place since Casey's parents relied on its employees to safeguard his well-being. They had purchased a season pass with the intent of Casey spending every day of his summer vacation at the park. In my opinion, this was a bad idea since so many of the park's employees were also children. Not all of them listened to their conscience.

Casey's parents would drop him off at the park gates an hour before opening, and then fetch him again about thirty minutes after the park closed its gates. We awaited the expected pickup and looked forward to the weekend since we didn't have to come to the park except on weekdays. Weekends gave us time to play basketball with our friends and flirt with those two girls who had tits.

Our drive home was detoured around an accident at the intersection of Fort King and Pine Street. Casey pressed his face against the window of the glass as we passed by, hoping to see the accident causing the traffic jam. He couldn't see anything but a mangled car against a service pole, but I could see the bicycle trapped beneath the car and sense the victims that still lingered at the scene.

The young paramour, David, had managed to woo his young love, but had to take her home since the girl was uncomfortable with doing anything but mutual fondling at the water park. His only transportation was his bicycle and she had perched on his handrail while he peddled home as rapidly as he could. Unfortunately, his blue anklet caught the chain and caused the bicycle to veer into the traffic lanes. The impact had killed the poor girl instantly, but David still lingered while Death patiently waited. I sensed his fading masculinity as the child finally dimmed and disappeared from my perception.

Satisfied with what he hadn't seen, and distracted by everything else, Casey's mind again turned to the frantic flood of uncontrollable thoughts passing through a newly adolescent brain. We raced through dinner and generally ignored through all the questions about our day from Mom. She felt she had to ask, even though every day was the same, and she didn't really care anyway. Our little brother followed us around all night until we could finally make our excuses and lock ourselves in our bedroom.

Mom had just allowed us to have a lockable doorknob on our bedroom door since she had walked in on Casey one morning while he dressed for school. She saw him naked, which completely mortified Casey, but she didn't realize that Casey had been experimenting with the pleasures of anal stimulation. He had heard about it from a friend at school, and was trying it out when his Mom barged in and caught him standing in the middle of the room naked. His first impulse was to turn around, but he had thankfully resisted. Instead he covered his genitals with his hands. Had Casey turned, his mother would have seen the candle she had missed from the dining room table sticking from his rear. Casey didn't really yet understand what the candle was supposed to be doing for him, but his mother's reaction would have surely been much more than he bargained for.

Chapter Three: Wilderness Survival

A few days later and we were preparing for our first campout. Casey's Mom had made him join the Boy Scouts about two weeks before. The troop had invited Casey along on its annual camporee so we were going camping in the National Forest. Casey had mixed feelings since he didn't know many of the boys in the troop, but did look forward to meeting the new guys.

That night found us on the shore of a lake in the Forest with a cool wind blowing across the water. The tents were set up too near the lakeshore and I thought the whole situation was ripe for trouble, but Casey ignored my suggestions and followed along with the herd. We had spent several hours between our arrival and the nightfall swimming with the other boys in the lake. I knew that Casey had snuck a few looks at the older boys in the troop, including a lifeguard that he knew from the water park. He hadn't realized that a cool dude like a lifeguard could also be a Boy Scout, and felt much better about himself being part of this group.

The swim session had, of course, degraded into a wrestling match in the lake shallows. That, of course, had degraded into a de-pantsing session. The first pantsing was a surprise to Casey as his untied bathing suit was unceremoniously yanked down over his ass as an initiation rite. Chad laughed as he splashed away from us with Casey in hot pursuit. Casey retaliated and was immediately, to his great satisfaction, accepted as one of the guys. The pantsing proceeded with great glee until the Scout Master called the boys in to dinner and bed check.

Dinner was unremarkable but satisfying to an adolescent boy. Beans and dogs is nearly a delicacy to a twelve year old, but I personally prefer to enjoy caviar as I have many times with my charges from wealthier families.

I resolved to teach my first great lesson to my new charge of one week that very night. Casey and Chad settled down to sleep after the Scoutmaster had informed the boys of lights-out for the third time. Chad and Casey were whispering between themselves and the talk, of course, turned to sex. Chad claimed that he had seen his sister naked, a claim I knew to be false, but Casey eagerly demanded details. Chad's conscience spent the next twenty minutes battling with Chad's mouth as the boy spun a lurid tale of lies and fiction. Casey absorbed the erotic tale to his discomfort as his erection pressed against the inside of his still-damp swimming trunks. The details that Chad was inventing were making Casey's head swoon with lust. Just before Casey exploded (and long after Chad's conscience had given up), Chad mercifully ended his story.

I searched Chad's mind and discovered, as I expected, that Chad was fully aware of Casey's discomfort, and the reason for it. Chad was hoping to relieve his own thirteen-year-old sex drive with a mutual session with his new friend, but was unsuccessful when he suggested a massage to Casey. Casey refused, not knowing the true motive, and rolled over to press his little erection to the tent floor in a futile attempt to get it to subside.

A conscience is often most clearly heard in the dead of the night when the child-man is asleep. There are no distractions and the boy can't run away from his own mind. It is in this time that I work my best magic and teach my most profound lessons. Having fought his erection for some time, Casey finally dropped off to sleep. His body was still churning out huge quantities of testosterone and his mind was reacting to the images left there by Chad.

It was nothing to reach in, just there, and tweak that little place in Casey's mind. Immediately his body tensed in his sleep as his first ever sperm erupted from his penis. His erection didn't subside since an adolescent boy is such a sexual beast, but his mind rested somewhat easier as I guided his body to a deep restful sleep. The damage was done, however, as the sperm soaked through the already saturated bathing suit and pooled into the floor of the tent to await the morning.

Casey awoke to a prodding in his side. Chad was reaching across the tent with his foot in order to awaken Casey from his slumber. The tent reeked of sperm, a smell that immediately befuddled Casey since he had never before experienced it.

"Been thinking about my sister I see" said Chad, smiling as he noticed Casey was awake.

"Oooo. Gross! What did you do?" replied my unsuspecting charge as he peeled his skin away from the floor of the tent.

"You had a wet dream.” replied Chad, laughing at Casey's obvious discomfort and lack of knowledge.

Flush in his sure knowledge, Chad continued: "You've been dreaming about my sister and you squirted your sperm".

Casey began to pull the crotch of his shorts away from his sparse pubic hair, thus releasing a fresh whiff of aging sperm. Chad wrinkled his nose at the odor.

"Man, you better clean that stuff off before the other guys smell it. They'll all bust out laughing."

"Don't tell anybody" demanded Casey, realizing what power Chad now held over him.

"I won't" promised Chad, "but you had better hurry up before the patrol leader comes to wake us up".

My charge grabbed an old tee shirt at Chad's instruction and wiped the floor of the tent where the sperm had puddled under his body. Then, shoving the cum rag down the front of his shorts, he quickly cleaned himself off.

"Hey bud" Chad said while he watched the proceedings, "I'll show you how to keep that from happening tonight. OK?"

"OK" Casey said, not thinking much of the offer. It had come a little late hadn't it?

I knew what was coming, even though my charge was ignorant. Although my kind regard it as necessary, none of us much like the brief homosexual turn each of our charges take on their path to manhood. That night found us all again in the slightly funky tent. I watched as Chad reached for Casey and taught him the ways of mutual masturbation and the joys of orgasm at someone else's hands. I felt the conflict as Casey reached for Chad's penis and, holding it gingerly between two fingers, rubbed it brutally until Chad gasped to his orgasm.

Chapter Four: Summer Slumber

By midsummer, Casey had celebrated his thirteenth birthday. His life was a roller coaster of emotions, hormones, and uncertainty. He and I, now WE, had done quite well during these early stages of puberty. We had managed to avoid the pitfalls of hard drugs twice in the preceding weeks. We had unfortunately taken up smoking, but planned to stop any time we wanted.

We had even touched our first girl on her tits. One afternoon, after we got home from the water park, the girl had traded a touch on her tits through her bra in turn for a quick feel of our cock and balls through our bathing suit. We stood behind her as she unbuttoned her shirt, and slid our hand inside the cotton while she lowered her left hand to Casey’s crotch. He was a little nervous as she grabbed and squeezed his balls. He had a hard-on as she felt Casey’s cock through the thin fabric, smiling as she feathered a touch on the sensitive head. Casey very nearly shot his load in his shorts as he touched the soft skin surrounding the hard nipple of her left breast. Casey snatched his hand away from her breast and backed up quick, tripping over his own feet. The girl, that evil thing, turned with a smile, knowing what effect she was having on my charge with her left breast hanging exposed between the row of buttons on her shirt. Casey did the only thing a smart thirteen year old could do in such a situation- he ran home to jerk off. He had barely touched his cock before it erupted in a gush of sperm dripping onto the floor, his shoes, and his skin.

The coolest thing so far this summer though, was the attention the Boy Scout lifeguard, Jason, was giving Casey. He was as cool as Casey thought he was- giving the boy preferential treatment in the slide lines at the water park. He also got him free Cokes and spent a lot of time with Casey at other times outside of work. Casey had been shooting with the lifeguard and also had spent many hours fishing at an abandoned bridge the lifeguard knew about in the woods. Casey was very curious about the lifeguard: Here was a person that Casey knew was still a kid himself, just seventeen, but he had a car, a hot girlfriend, and a knew lots of stuff about life. Casey also admired him, secretly, on a physical level. My charge wasn’t gay, but was curious about what other guys looked like. He badly wanted to compare his body to that of the lifeguard- although that meant asking to see his cock; something that Casey didn’t want to do.

It was too quickly the beginning of July and Casey was dreading the return to school. He knew that there was a lot left to do this summer, but still school loomed large in his future. The freedom of a boy was threatened and there was nothing that Casey could do about it.

Jason, recognizing and understanding Casey’s despondent state, spent more and more time with Casey as the summer waned. I could tell, through observation and through conversations with Jason’s conscience, that Jason genuinely cared about Casey. I think he saw a lot of himself in the boy that was my charge.

Then there came the opportunity on a night during the second week of July. Casey and I had been at the waterpark all day. We had slid and swam and tubed non-stop all day long without pause. Our friends, other waterpark shut-ins like ourselves, had formed a madly baying pack of teenagers that flocked from one slide to another as a group. It had been a long, hot, typically summer day and we were tired. Casey succumbed to the temptation to take a nap and dragged a tanning chair into the hedge behind the pool house. The park closed in an hour, but Casey was tired and knew that his mother wanted him to catch a ride home with Jason after he got off work at 6:00. I had tried to convince Casey to ask Jason if this was possible, but Casey persisted in his belief that it would be OK to ask a little later and had been putting it off all day. Sleep quickly overtook my charge and we rested quietly in the dark hedge through the rest of the afternoon and into the early evening. Casey’s hiding place became more obscured as the darkness fell.

Casey awoke to the cold, clammy tongue of the ferocious guard dog. The dog was the friendliest guard dog that had ever walked, and was a favorite playmate in the mornings for the arriving lifeguards. Realizing that the dog was loose because the park was closed, Casey jumped to his feet and ran for the gate hoping he could get out. The gates were securely locked against intruders from the outside and I worked hard to suppress the cursing that Casey had newly learned which was rising in his voice. Casey knew that his mother would kill him for the trouble he was causing and for missing his ride home with Jason. In his despair, Casey sagged to the ground leaning against the fence with his head between his knees.

In his position, Casey nearly missed the sound of giggling from the far side of a utility building. Casey knew that there was a sand volleyball court on that side of the building but was curious about what was happening there since the park was closed. My charge gently, carefully, moved through the landscaping bushes until he had a clear sight of the volleyball courts in the light of the security lamps which burned all night long.

Hidden in the bushes in this way Casey saw a tanning chair that had been dragged into the middle of the volleyball court. A towel had been stretched across the chair and another was covering the people, there were two, on the chair. They were obviously making out under the towel, alone there in the middle darkness of the sand court.

Giggles coming from the toweled pair confirmed that this was the noise that had attracted Casey’s attention by the gate. As a conscience it was my duty to encourage Casey to leave immediately, but Casey was swayed by his curiosity. He ignored my pleas and remained there in the bushes, fascinated by the appearance of a long, smooth, female leg from under the towel.

Casey was fascinated by his imagination of what was happening under the towel. I took the opportunity of his voyeurism to examine the surrounding scene. I noticed a bikini-bathing suit under the chair that obviously belonged to the girl, and a red men’s bathing suit partly buried in the sand. I looked closer and noticed that the men’s suit gleamed with a white lifeguard emblem and immediately suspected that one of the boy lifeguards had bedded one of the constant stream of girls that spent their days at the park following tanned boys with no shirts.

Casey’s cock was, by now, hard with anticipation of the hidden pleasures under the towel. He imagined, he knew not what, but something pleasurable that he couldn’t quite put a name to. I, for my part, decided that a little bit of education wasn’t a totally bad thing and settled back to observe what would happen under the towel, and what would happen to my charge. I had made every argument to leave the scene, but we were obviously going to stay for the duration.

A girl’s voice from under the towel faintly suggested that the boy lifeguard (I had my suspicions who it was) “give it to her”.

The middle part of the towel lifted as the boy rose from his stomach down position from which he was carefully sucking her nipples. I faintly heard his voice, and my suspicions were confirmed.

“Suck my dick first, Bitch”, Jason said as his body began sliding north, along her flat abdomen, as he aimed his cock at her mouth. The towel caught a spur on the chair and gently revealed a naked Jason and an equally naked young girl about 15 or 16 years old.

Casey sucked in his breath as he finally realized that this boy was his friend Jason. He didn’t know the girl, but he knew that the girl wasn’t Jason’s real girlfriend. Jason had told him that she was traveling to see her Father in Georgia. The dirty knowledge was somehow satisfying to Casey as he watched the two in their erotic embrace.

Casey’s eyes were incapable of blinking as Jason slid his erect cock along the girl’s large young breasts. He didn’t know what to look at first since he was equally attracted by the girl’s naked breasts, and his curiosity about his friend, Jason. I knew this to be Casey’s first real sexual episode, and resigned myself to long days of remembering and constant jerking off to the memories.

By now, Jason had slid his body into it’s position above the girl’s face. He was on his hands and knees with his hard cock pointed directly at the young girl’s mouth. Jason was well endowed and I could sense Casey’s curiosity and jealousy as he admired the lifeguards lean abdomen and firm muscles all over his body. Casey resolved that he would begin working out to make himself in Jason’s image.

Casey’s eyes followed the girl’s hand as it first stroked down Jason’s chest and flanks. Her hand slowly stroked the vivid tan line that revealed how Jason wore his bathing suit low on his hips. She firmly grasped his pale white buttocks and then gently spread them apart as she squeezed and kneaded the firm muscle there. Her left hand slid down Jason’s hip until it was under his body before she ran it gently up the throbbing erect cock above her mouth and touched the scrotum hanging above her chin. Gently feeling those balls there, and grasping the sack in her hand she gently and slowly pulled Jason’s cock into her mouth.

Jason kneeled and interlaced his hands behind his head as her mouth slowly consumed his erect cock. “Ohhh, take it Bitch” Jason said as she began her oral pleasure of his dick.

My charge was practically comatose as he watched the unfolding encounter. First, he watched as the wide mushroom head of Jason’s cock was gently licked by the girl’s tongue. The tip of her tongue slipped into the slit of his cockhead and teased the dark tissue inside there. Next he watched as her lips gently enfolded the glans and slowly, slowly worked along the hard shaft until they were against Jason’s surprisingly sparse pubic hair. Casey could see the girl’s cheeks as they sucked in and puffed out applying alternating pressure and vacuum to Jason’s sensitive cockhead and his six inch shaft.

Casey’s dick was, by now, leaking large amounts of pre-cum into his bathing suit. He was completely enraptured by the scene however, and didn’t notice the warm, wet stain spreading across his bathing suit stretched over his own hardon.

Completely unaware that anyone was watching, Jason’s oral pleasures continued for several minutes as the girl expertly brought him to orgasm and then back away from the brink. Jason was, by now, clenching and easing his buttocks as he practically fucked the poor girls mouth. His enthusiasm was curbed somewhat since the girl gently squeezed his vulnerable ball sack whenever he began to thrust too roughly. This served as a gentle reminder that she needed to breath, and to restrain his strong thrusting into her sensitive pert mouth.

The girl expertly brought Jason again to the brink before gently pushing him away from her warm mouth. Casey’s eyes were again riveted to Jason’s cock as it emerged, gleaming and dripping, from the girl’s mouth. She half pushed Jason downward and half scooted until she was able to turn over on her hands and knees. Jason, finally realizing what was happening, scooted down the chair on his knees while she got into position for a rear entry. In this position, Casey was treated to a full view of her buttocks, asshole, and pussy lips gaping wide inviting Jason’s entry.

“Fuck me you bastard” she said in her sweet voice as a way of inviting Jason to penetrate her dripping twat with his raging cock.

Jason was certainly up to the task as he gently, at first, and then with increasing enthusiasm fucked his cock in and out of the girl’s pussy. The girl’s head was back and her teeth were bared as the two of them approached their orgasms. Jason’s balls were swinging loose at first, and then began to draw up in his scrotum as he neared his climax. Finally, as he emptied his sperm into her willing pussy, Jason relaxed his tempo and slumped across her back. She returned slowly to earth from her climax as they both sank to the tanning chair and rested motionless.

The climax had been shared by a third person. My boy charge had brought himself desperately to his own shuddering orgasm as Jason had brutally impregnated his non-girlfriend. Finally realizing his peril, he slinked away through the bushes with his cock riding in its sperm soaked bathing suit pouch.

As predicted, I endured endless days of masturbation.

Chapter Five: The Fishing Expedition

The next weekend Jason invited Casey out for one of the recently frequent days of fishing. These were the times Casey desperately looked forward to. Jason also enjoyed the feeling of having the little brother he never had before. Both of them were kids so they didn’t need any type of fishing license. Casey quickly gained approval from his mother and the boys were off.

OK, the bridge wasn’t much. The span was broken in the middle and the river flowed constantly under the broken bridge and the overhanging oak trees growing along the banks. No one ever visited, and few knew the place at all. It was spooky at night to the point where Jason didn’t even stay beyond dusk, but a magical place during the day for young boys.

It had rained the evening before, and the grass was submerged under the mud in the two-track road. People with normal judgment would never attempt this impossible task, but a boy with his own car believes that it can take him anywhere. Jason struggled with the wheel of his beat-up car as he tried to drive in a straight line down the road to the bridge. For his part, Casey fought with the turmoil of his memories from a few days earlier. The conversation was oddly limited as Casey remembered and Jason fought the mud. Casey’s ears burned with the blood rushing through his system and his erection pressed against his shorts. He constantly fought the urge to glance at Jason’s crotch as he remembered, with vivid detail, what was hidden there.

Finally, the clearing with the bridge appeared around the corner of the mud track. Jason whooped his relief and pressed the accelerator to the floor in his final mad rush to the goal. The car, of course, immediately spun it’s wheels uselessly in the soft mud.

“Damn.” Jason offered to Casey’s delight. “Damn, Damn, Damn, and Shit!” Jason exclaimed, pressing the accelerator to the floor in a failed attempt to free the car from the morass.

This embarrassing event had finally distracted Casey from the memories running through his head. He sniggered as Jason frantically rocked the car back and forth in an attempt to remove it from the mud.

“OK, lets push” Jason suggested as he pushed his door open against the rush of loose mud. Casey clambered out the window on his side and gingerly set his bare feet down on the ground. He immediately sank to a point above his ankles and waded to the front of the car where Jason was already pushing against the bumper.

“Well don’t just stand there!” Jason grunted as Casey gingerly placed his hands on the bumper.

“I don’t want to get this nasty shit on me” said Casey, marveling in his ability to use the grown-up word with such freedom around Jason. The nasty shit, of course, was already coated evenly on Casey’s legs up to his shorts.

Jason was somewhat more covered by the mud for his part as he pushed and slipped in the goo attempting to free his car.

“Oh push, you wimp.” Jason replied as Casey finally began putting his back into the effort. Jason lifted and heaved as Casey pushed the front bumper of the car. The car finally, agonizingly, slid backward a fraction of an inch before finally releasing from the sticky mud in a sudden rush and fetching up on firmer ground.

The sudden release caught both boys off balance and they tumbled together face-first into the mud where the car had been briefly stuck. The boys laughed at their bad luck as they scrambled back to their feet.

“Here’s some shit for you” Jason cried as a lump of goo landed, Twack!, against the right side of Casey’s face. This required immediate retaliation and both boys began launching mud missiles at point-blank range.

For the next 10 minutes the little clearing in the woods was the site of good-natured open warfare with mud missiles flying back and forth. Finally tiring of this game, both boys collapsed into the mud. Neither was concerned about getting any on them anymore since both were thoroughly covered from head to foot, both on and under their clothing.

Jason, propped on his elbow, said “There is NO way that we are getting back in my car covered with this shit.” His shirt, caked with mud to his body, revealed every detail of his upper chest to Casey’s discomfort. Reminded by the perfection of Jason’s body as revealed through his shirt, Casey’s raging mind immediately leaped back to the thoughts that had been racing through his brain. He wanted to ask about what he had seen that night, but didn’t dare because of his fear that he would lose his friendship with Jason.

“Where is the shower?” was Casey’s teasing reply as he propped on his elbow facing Jason in the mud. He couldn’t help his eyes from wandering over Jason’s swimmer’s chest, and desperately fought to keep his eyes from locking on Jason’s nipples revealed under the stretched t-shirt.

“Bath”, was Jason’s reply as he stood and stripped off his shirt “With no hot water” he added. He began walking toward the river as Casey, now reclining on both elbows, gaped after him.

‘I don’t have a bathing suit’ Casey told himself. ‘You don’t need a bathing suit’ I replied.

Casey’s body began moving on autopilot toward where Jason had begun to wade into the shallow river. I knew he wasn’t sure what to do, and resolved in my role as his conscience to ease this experience on him, but make him have the experience regardless of his discomfort. I knew that Casey needed this bonding experience to overcome his own shyness around good friends as a step toward overcoming his shyness toward other people. He had a level of comfort with people his own age, but desperately needed experience with other people to get comfortable with them.

‘But I’m afraid he might see me naked.’ Casey protested to himself. ‘I’m afraid he might think my cock is too small and laugh’.

‘You’re still a growing boy’ I replied to comfort Casey’s growing anxiety.

‘What if I get hard?’ thought Casey, stopping him in his tracks. ‘What if Jason thinks I’m a queer?’ he desperately thought.

‘He won’t because he knows you too well’ I replied. ‘Now go.’

Casey could see Jason, his back to the shore, as he first waded knee deep before kneeling in the water of the river. He stood again, the water running from his tanned shoulders, before stripping his muddy shorts and underwear off his body. Standing naked there in the river with his firm bare ass exposed to Casey, fully realizing the effect he was having on my charge, Jason calmly began rinsing the mud out of his shorts and underwear.

Light gleamed from the water drops on Jason’s firm skin. The droplets on his pale buttocks glittered slightly lighter in the dappled sun as Jason worked to remove the mud from his shorts and body, his buttocks tensing and easing as he moved. I was sure that Jason realized Casey’s difficulty because he was very obvious in trying to not look at Casey as he finally reached the river and began to wade into the shallows. He finished his rinsing and hung his cleaner, but soaked, shorts over the branch of an Oak tree hanging over the water.

Casey splashed into the shallows and peeled his mud-caked shirt from his body. He hesitated for a moment before stripping his shorts slowly from his body. Standing there in his muddy underwear he rinsed the mud first from his shorts and then tossed them next to Jason’s somewhat clean shorts. He glanced at Jason, who was swimming in the river and pointedly not looking at Casey before he hooked his fingers into his underwear and pushed them down and off his legs. Casey quickly sat down in the water to hide his body from sight as he quickly rinsed his underwear free of the clinging mud.

‘Now how do I get them to hang up on the branch’ Casey thought to himself, considering the problem of reaching the clothes-drying branch above his head.

‘You have to stand up and risk showing yourself’ I suggested, causing Casey’s ears to begin to burn again.

Casey, thinking himself brilliant, tossed his underwear up toward the branch hoping to snag them and thereby avoid the problem of revealing his body. The briefs caught on a twig for a moment before falling, splat, back into Casey’s upturned face.

‘Shit.’ Casey thought.

‘Stand boy’ I insisted. Knowing that this was the final hurdle over Casey’s shyness.

‘I’m afraid.’ ‘I’m afraid’. “I’m afraid”. Casey slightly sub-vocalized this last fear, somehow giving it more weight against the problem.

‘You’re embarrassed over nothing, boy’ attempting to ease his fear. ‘Now stand’! I commanded.

Jason, of course, had missed nothing of this. He was curious about Casey and remembered the cause of his shyness. He recalled his own embarrassing moments around the big kids, and understood Casey’s hesitation. His eyes had missed nothing as Casey had paused and then waded into the river. He had seen Casey’s partial erection through his muddy wet briefs before he had sat down in the river.

Jason watched out of the corner of his eye as Casey, glancing first in his direction, slowly rose up out of the water with his sodden briefs clutched in hand. Casey’s adolescent chest showed two stiff nipples from the coolness of the river water and his youthful skin pimpled lightly across his nose and chest as the cool breeze chilled those parts of his boy body.

None of this escaped Jason’s notice as he watched Casey’s internal struggle. Interested to see what was about to happen, Jason quietly turned slightly toward Casey without being obvious about his voyeurism.

Still out of reach of the overhanging branch, Casey stood up a little straighter in the pool of water. His lower belly and growing pubes were exposed now above the dark tannic stained stream. A pale bit of skin that was the root of his penis showed briefly above the water.

Casey was very aware of how near his most private parts were to being exposed. He knew that his partial erection was nearly visible to Jason. Worse, he knew that he was making a fool of himself, and the branch was still out of reach. That knowledge was somehow worse than his embarrassment and set off the very reaction he feared most of himself: Inevitable full erection.

OK. It WAS my fault. Casey’s knowledge of his exposure didn’t set of an erection, my power as a conscience caused Casey’s cock head to fill rapidly with blood as the hardening shaft lifted it clear of the water. A few seconds later Casey’s dick stood a firm five and a half inches above the water, jumping to his heartbeat and swaying in the current of the river.

As much blood was rushing to Casey’s face as was in his cock. I could feel his embarrassment, and Jason could easily see it from his secret observations a few feet away.

“Hey dude”. Jason said, “The girls must love that” he remarked to break the sudden tension in the air.

If it was possible, Casey’s face would have filled with more blood, but there just wasn’t any more room. There he was, cock rock hard and throbbing in front of the one older boy he admired most.

‘What must Jason think of me now?’ Casey thought. ‘He thinks I’m gay. I know he thinks I’m gay’ he accused himself subconsciously.

I could feel Casey’s depression set in as he prepared himself for Jason’s laughter.

Knowing that Casey must be embarrassed at his predicament, Jason continued as he turned fully toward Casey: “Don’t worry about it. It happens to me all the time”. Jason said, willing his cock to rise as he spoke. “See, it’s nothing. Goes up and down all the time”.

Casey’s eyes were, of course, drawn directly to Jason’s dick as it hardened before his eyes. Here it was, ten feet away from him, just as he remembered, only closer. Casey’s eyes took in the hard, purple cock-head glossy in the sunshine, set on an arrow-straight shaft rooted firmly in Jason’s thin pubic hair.

‘Maybe I am gay’ Casey thought as his gaze traveled down over Jason’s full stuffed scrotum and balls. He imagined the sperm shooting from that dark eye inside that girl’s private place.

Not wanting to startle the younger boy with his motion, Jason moved closer to Casey, as Casey stood completely up in the water, his eyes still locked on Jason’s crotch. Casey’s briefs floated away, forgotten.

“One girl touched it” Casey bragged, replying to Jason’s quip, certain that Jason would be impressed with his worldly knowledge.

“What did she say?” Jason probed. “Did she like what she saw?”

“She didn’t see it.” Casey didn’t want to lie to his friend, so he admitted the truth. “She touched it through my bathing suit while I rubbed her titties”.

Remembering his own groping from his Freshman year, Jason smiled and said “I bet you shot a huge load after that!” and chuckled as he said “a Junior did that to me my Freshman year.”

“Yeah, the biggest I ever shot” Casey bragged, remembering his hurried jerking and the orgasmic release on the floor. “I kinda messed up my shoes” he admitted, counting on his new fraternal relationship with Jason. It suddenly seemed normal for him to admit these deep personal revelations to his friend.

Counting on his newfound membership in the International Brotherhood of Horny Males, Casey ventured a question to Jason’s shocked surprise. His mouth, of course, was operating light years ahead of his brain as he blurted out: “What’s it like for your dick to throw up in a girl?” Casey didn’t realize that his sexual vocabulary was completely wrong.

“What do you mean?” Jason stammered, understanding the question yet stalling for time. I could tell that he was a bit taken off by the assumption of the question. Casey was asking a very personal thing, and Jason’s confidence as a man was still forming.

It wasn’t like he had squirted in a lot of girls Jason thought to himself; just his girlfriend and then that Tracy girl last weekend. Really just Tracy, since his girlfriend had pushed him out just as his dick started squirting that last time. She had been a little angry because he had agreed not to do it all the way in exchange for her letting him stick it in her pussy.

Still not thinking, Casey immediately clarified “I saw you doing it to that girl at the water park last weekend.” It was Jason’s turn to blush as Casey continued “When you finished I could see your stuff dripping from her place when you pulled out.”

“You saw that?” Jason cried.

“I didn’t mean to spy on you. I didn’t even know it was you when I first saw you and the girl”. Casey explained in a panic how he had been stuck in the park and then found them as he ran for the exit.

‘How much did you see’ Jason wondered to himself. He was fairly certain that Casey had seen it all, and a quick flash of anger burned his ears as he considered how badly he was going to beat his young friend. Then Jason reminded himself of his own embarrassing adolescence and the questions he had asked the older boys. He told himself that Casey was merely looking for information and wasn’t trying to pry into his personal life. Jason felt that he could trust Casey with keeping his secret, and probably wouldn’t tell anyone any of the intimate and personal stuff he sensed he was about to discuss with Casey.

“Well” Jason started, “It doesn’t feel really any different to cum inside a girl than it does when you jack off”.

“Then what’s so great about it?” Casey asked.

Jason wasn’t sure whether Casey was asking what was so great about cumming, or what was so great about sex. Not wanting to really encourage questions about sex, he answered; “You cum harder because of the feelings while you are doing it to her”.

Jason could see that this had only confused Casey more so he continued. “A girl is soft, and warm, and wet down there. When you stick your dick in it, she just kinda sucks your dick inside her.” Casey was now riveted on every word. “As you push it in and pull it out you get that good feeling building up in your balls.”

Casey and Jason, of course, both had raging hardons from the sex talk. Casey’s dick throbbed as he imagined the feelings that Jason was describing, and Jason’s dick began to leak precum as he remembered those feelings for himself.

“When you finally do cum, you try to stick it as far in as it will go. She will cum too in her own way, but they don’t usually squirt stuff as far as guys do”. Jason figured that all his secrets were blown anyway, so he continued “some will leak out around your dick, but most of it will stay in there.”

Jason paused, as he thought of an important detail, he cautioned “You’ve got to be careful, cause your cum can make babies if it is the right time of the month”

Casey knew all about babies. His cousin has just gotten pregnant and she was only 15. He didn’t want to think about that though.

“What do you do then?” Casey asked.

“You’re usually too tired to do much of anything.” Jason answered. “That feeling lasts for quite a while. Then you remember it for a long time after that, so you want to jack off while you are remembering it.”

“Did you?”

Jason admitted, “I jacked off several times this week thinking about last weekend.”

Of course, this admission intrigued Casey even more. He had never thought about his friend Jason jacking off. Now his curiosity was pegged he had to ask…

“How do you jack off?” Casey asked Jason.

Jason misunderstood the question as first. “What do you mean? You know how to do it to yourself don’t you?”

“No” Casey nervously laughed “I mean how do YOU jack off. Do you look at magazines? Do you hold onto your balls while you do it? Stuff like that.”

“Oh” Jason said, shocked again at his friend’s lack of restraint on his questions. “I do it like this sometimes standing in the shower”

Jason matched his words to action as he reached for his throbbing cock and began to slowly work it. Of course, Casey was immediately enthralled by the purple glans peeking in and out of Jason’s circled fingers. His questions ended for now as he watched the show begin.

“I’m not doing this by myself.” Jason said without breaking his stroke. “You’ve asked me how I do this, so I want to know how you do this.” Jason paused then ordered, “Start jacking dude.”

Casey had little choice as he realized his questions had brought him to this. Not wanting Jason to end the show, he reached for his own throbbing dick and began stroking it along it’s length.

This was the kind of lesson that I, as a conscience, could never have taught better than real life. Restraint and tact are two of the hardest lessons we impart to our charges. Tact had, of course, been sacrificed to curiosity, and restraint was not being practiced as the two teenagers with raging hardons jacked off together, side by side in the shallows of the brown river water.

You simply must imagine for yourself the funny sight in the river that day. All thoughts of bathing or fishing were abandoned as the two boys worked. Jason was rubbing his six inch cock harder and faster as he watched Casey work his five-and-a-half inches. Both boys’ balls were pulling up tight to their bodies as they neared their orgasms. It was a toss-up which boy would cum first, but I was betting on my charge due to his youth.

Jason suddenly tensed, groaned and unleashed several spurts of thick white sperm from his cock. The cum hit the surface of the river and sank slowly out of sight. Casey stopped stroking in his astonishment.

“Dude. That is the most stuff I have ever seen” Casey exclaimed, his hand still firmly wrapped around his cock but no longer stroking.

Jason had sunk to his knees in the water from the after flush of orgasm. Panting softly he pointed at Casey and again ordered, “Keep going dude.”

Casey started stroking again and with Jason looking on, quickly reached his own orgasm. His cum flew from his cockhead as he too collapsed in the river from his exhaustion.

The two boys, brothers now, reclined a few feet from each other in the water. Both felt that they had shared something so personal that they would forever be bound together.

“Now that we’ve chummed the water” Jason joked, “lets get some fishing done.”

Chapter Six: To Make a Man

A week passed, a week full of Casey spending every day at the water park and every night remembering the weekend. Every night he pretended that he was Jason as he entered an imaginary Tracy spread wide beneath him. Casey pretended that he was Jason as he imagined the oral feelings that Tracy had given his friend. Of course, seeing Jason every day at his job didn’t help the situation. The two boys would always share a look and perhaps a wink. Jason would point out a pretty girl, and Casey would always admire her from afar and build her into his masturbation fantasy that night. Their normal small talk continued as Casey followed Jason from station to station.

A summer of constant waterslides had dulled Casey’s excitement for them. It was much more exciting to spend all day talking with Jason and the other lifeguards.

As the week drew to an end, Casey searched for Jason at all the slides in the park. He finally found his friend at the top of The Twister, the least attended attraction in the whole park. The lifeguards knew it as easy duty since it meant that they would be out of the rotation until their next break. The slide was well hidden by trees and another slide. What Casey didn’t see until he reached the top was the two girls that were with Jason on the starting platform.

Casey tripped around the last corner of the walkway to the slide. “Jason” he called “can you give me a ride home…” he trailed off as he finally saw the two girls talking with Jason. One of them looked familiar, but he couldn’t quite place her.

Jason started with surprise, but the girl calmly appraised Casey as did her friend.

“Who’s your friend Jase?” asked the familiar girl.

“Tracy, this is my friend Casey” supplied Jason.

The name immediately triggered memories of that night a few weeks before when Tracy and Jason had been in a different position and state of dress. Casey recognized her now for whom the girl was. The last time he had seen her face, of course, she had a cock stuffed between her lips.

Casey had the good sense that Jason was hoping he wouldn’t mention his witness of that episode. I sensed that my charge was having some trouble with not reacting to the name, so I gently nudged his surging memories aside and prodded him to respond.

“Hi” was Casey’s weak reply to Jason’s introduction.

Jason hurriedly explained, “Casey is a friend of mine. We go fishing on the weekends.”

Tracy obviously didn’t care about fishing, but she sure knew how to bait a hook.

“He’s kind of cute.” she said to Casey’s deep embarrassment. Then she introduced her friend as Jen.

“That is absolutely not short for Jennifer” explained Tracy’s friend. “My name is Jen. That’s it, just Jen.”

Tracy’s friend was openly appraising Casey as he stood there and shyly greeted the girls. Her eyes traveled over his chest, his rapidly toning stomach, and the bulge in his wet bathing suit. To Casey’s discomfort, her gaze lingered there for a moment too long before she looked him directly in the eye and said “hi” as a brief reply to his greeting.

Introductions made, Tracy immediately leaped to Casey’s lead asking, “Jason, can we have a ride too?” in a wonderful teasing voice. I don’t think that she actually expected Jason to say yes, but she also didn’t reject the offer when he extended it.

The two girls made their arrangements to meet after Jason got off work, and walked away. Casey watched their every step until they disappeared around the corner.

“Dude!” Jason exclaimed. “We’re gonna get some tonight.”

The blood drained from Casey’s face as he realized exactly what Jason was talking about. He wasn’t altogether sure he was ready, but he supposed that, with Jason’s help, he might be able to work up the courage to do what he had to do, or at least what his friend expected him to do.

Oddly, I could feel that Casey was experiencing a mixture of lusty desire, and duty. The lust was easy to understand, having seen the smooth bodies displayed by both of the girls. The feeling of duty was a little harder. I guessed that Casey thought it was his duty to keep Jason’s company. I just couldn’t figure out why he felt that way. I also wasn’t sure which weighed greater in my charge’s heart, duty or lust.

“I guess.” Casey said, feeling slightly ill at the concept. “I’ll meet you at your car at 5:30.”

Casey wandered back the way he had come. His mind was a turmoil of confused thoughts.

Was my little man ready to be a real man? Was this his moment?

Quitting time arrived too quickly. Casey, careful now not to overstay his day in the park, was early to Jason’s car in the employee lot. No one else had come yet, so Casey sat on the hood awaiting his friend’s arrival. The other lifeguards started leaving via the employee gate, and Casey suddenly saw Jason walk through the gate on his way to his car.

Jason arrived quickly and explained, “I told the girls to meet us at the front gate so nobody would see us leave with them.” He started his car and whipped quickly around the corner of the fence to the front gate.

Casey could see the girls casually waiting for their ride. Jen had donned some black shorts over her bathing suit, while Tracy had evidently chosen to cover herself in a long t-shirt. Both girls were obviously still wet.

Jason pulled up to the curb and the girls leaped into the car. Jen and Tracy both accidentally brushed against Casey’s crotch, leaving it soaked through again as they clambered over him into the backseat where they clustered close together and giggled as they whispered to each other, staring the whole time at the outline of Casey’s adolescent pole in his newly wet shorts.

“Where should I take you girls?” Jason asked, looking into the rear view mirror at the girls.

“I’d like to see your house” Tracy replied as Jen giggled next to her.

“Me too” Jen agreed. “I’ve never been to a lifeguard’s house before.” Jen was obviously not the brightest bulb in the world.

Jason pressed the accelerator and the car was off like a shot. The girls giggled and whispered in the back seat while Jason drove and Casey sweated. Jason pulled up in a cloud of dust into his driveway in record time. The boys and girls piled out in a cluster of entwined bodies and sorted themselves out while Jason led the little group inside his house. Jason lightly held Tracy’s hand while he unlocked the door and then handed her inside before looking back to see an eager Jen and a nervous Casey right behind her.

Jason could see his friend was nervous. He lightly slapped Casey’s ass as the boy walked past. “Dude. Lighten up” he advised, “This will be fun!”

Jason, Tracy, Jen and Casey all gathered together in the kitchen where Jason broke out some Coke and some chips to satisfy their teenage appetites. The conversation rapidly turned from the water park to thinly veiled sexual innuendo.

“I wonder which one of you has the biggest dick?” Jen asked. She obviously wanted to get past the chitchat and right to the sex.

“I bet Casey does,” guessed Tracy. “The skinny guys usually have HUGE cocks.” She accompanied the last by slightly licking her lower lip with the tip of her tongue.

Jason immediately rose to the challenge. Of course all four of the teenagers knew what was about to happen, but the game had to play its course. “How much do you bet?” he taunted Tracy. “I bet $10 that that I’ve got a bigger cock than he does.”

Jason hoped that the taunt didn’t hurt Casey’s feelings, but he knew that his dick was slightly bigger than his friend’s, and ten bucks was real money.

Casey took the taunt as it was intended and immediately fired back. “I’ll bet you your ten bucks that mine is bigger.”

Now that the challenge had been laid, the girls quickly made up the rules of the contest. It was obvious that they had been planning this for some time as Jen suggested the first rule, “You both have to be facing away from us so you don’t know who is measuring you.”

“Yeah, and you have to have hardons to make it fair” Tracy added, knowing that voicing the rule wasn’t necessary because of the huge bulge in each boy’s shorts.

Neither boy wanted to drop their pants to display their dicks for measurement, so Jen, displaying a brief moment of intelligence, suggested that they might just reach down the boys’ shorts and compare how big the cocks felt. Both girls agreed this would be fair, with the condition that both girls got to feel each boy before judging.

I could feel Casey’s heart beating faster at the prospect of a girl reaching into his shorts to handle his manhood. The moment was upon us, and I, as Casey’s conscience wasn’t going to intervene. This was unlike any experience he had ever had before, and he wasn’t sure he was ready. The decision was taken away from him at the sound of Tracy’s command.

“Turn around and take off your shirts so we can see what we’re doing.” And thinking of one last detail she added “and untie your bathing suits so we can feel all of those studly cocks”

Jen giggled, “You can already see what we’re doing” as she indicated the boys’ tented shorts.

The boys stripped their shirts off so they were naked to the waist, and stood beside each other at the kitchen bar. All bravado gone, they exchanged glances and then each placed his hands on the bar as instructed.

“Close your eyes” Jen instructed as the two girls exchanged a silent high-five and did a quick rock-paper-scissor to decide which boy each would win. Jen won the little contest with a scissor to Tracy’s paper, and silently assumed her preferred position behind Jason, whom she had heard from Tracy, was possesed with an enormous cock that she badly wanted to feel inside her.

The scene was quite surreal as the two boys, one shorter than the other, and both wearing only shorts that covered their bodies from waist to mid thigh stood beside each other. The only light came from the kitchen fixture, casting the boys’ backs into shadow, and hiding the features of the two girls now standing behind the two boys, Tracy behind Casey, and Jen behind Jason. The girls were admiring the boy’s bodies as the boys nervously awaited their groping. Tracy and Jen exchanged looks and then reached for the treasures waiting in front of them.

Jen put her left hand on Jason’s left hip before placing her right palm against his lower stomach. His skin twitched as her hand slid slowly down before disappearing inside his lifeguard bathing suit. Her fingers brushed through his sparse pubic hair, feeling the large warm glans on the back of her hand. Twisting her hand around, Jen carefully felt Jason’s raging erection with it’s wet tip before dropping her hand to the warm bag of testicles hanging below his cock. She gently squeezed the balls there, comparing what she felt with what her friend had described.

Casey, for his part, was having trouble staying on his feet. He didn’t think that whichever girl had a grip on his dick was measuring anything. If he didn’t know better, be would have believed that she was jacking him off. Whatever she was doing, Casey knew that he wouldn’t be able to last much longer before he squirted all over her hand.

Jen could tell that Jason was every bit as well endowed as Tracy had described. The crotch of her bathing suit was beyond soaked as she felt Jason’s large cock and imagined it plunging inside her. She exchanged looks with Tracy, whose hand was groping deep down Casey’s shorts. Tracy too had a dreamy look of desire on her face as she felt Casey’s manhood.

Seeing Jen’s look, Tracy lightly sucked her free index finger, using the girls’ private sign language to suggest that they begin by sucking each boy’s cock. Jen nodded, agreeing to the plan with a rush of wetness between her legs. She held up three fingers and folded them down one-by-one until she closed her fist. At the signal, both girls dropped to their knees, taking the boys’ bathing suits with them, and got their first good looks at their delayed pleasure as the boys spun around in their surprise.

Casey’s knees were nearly about to give out when he felt his bathing suit abruptly jerked down to his ankles. In his shock, he whirled around to see Tracy kneeling in front of him as an equally pantsed Jason whirled to find Jen kneeling in front of his raging cock. Both girls reached out for a handful of balls as they licked their lips and slowly took a boy dick into their mouths.

Casey’s memories blurred as he squirted into Tracy’s mouth and then a few minutes later squirted onto Jen’s little breasts. Had you asked him later, he could have barely described how Jen then took his still-hard cock into her hand and guided it to that wet place between her legs. Jason’s sperm squished out around his cock as Jen pulled him inside her, but Casey was beyond caring. He lost his virginity that day, next to his best friend.

Casey’s memories are still blurred from that day, but mine are vivid and still clear. Casey did find out, though, what it feels like to cum inside a girl.

Chapter Seven: To Confuse the Issue

Chad invited Casey over for a sleepover a week before school was scheduled to begin again. The boys had become fast and true friends, being so similar in build, interests and age.

Casey had told Chad some of what had occurred with Jason a few weeks earlier. Chad was completely taken in by the whole tale. We all know, of course, that the best fiction has its seeds in truth.

Of course, Casey had conveniently left the bits about Jason out of the story, so Chad wouldn’t get any ideas to go to Jason and hear another version. As the story currently went, Casey’s cock was a miracle at six and a half inches (a full inch above reality), and Jen wasn’t physically able to continue after their fifth mutual orgasm. Of course, as Casey’s conscience, I punished him severely for each lie, knowing that my best efforts were for naught.

Casey was fairly sure that Chad still hadn’t seen a real girl naked, basing this assumption on the hungry look in Chad’s eyes when the sex subject came up, as it always must among teenage boys. That inexperience didn’t stop Chad’s jerking sessions, as I found out from frequent conversations with Chad’s conscience. I heard all about the dreams involving Chad with Jen, Chad with Tracy, Chad watching Casey with Jen and Tracy, and oddly enough; Chad with Casey while Jen and Tracy watched.

I thought it ironic that Casey’s stories were causing such terrible discomfort to the boy who had started it all in that tent during that long-ago camping trip. Casey’s secret desire was to usher Chad into his manhood as Jason had done with him, but he hadn’t yet thought to call Jen or Tracy to offer up another virgin penis to their hungry sexual appetites.

Chad’s family was considerably wealthier than Casey’s. His home was a large affair with lots of bedrooms, a pool, a sauna, and a jetted hot tub. The boys spent the first part of the day in the indoor half court, running the basketball back and forth while Chad questioned Casey (again) on the afternoon with the two girls. The boys, tiring of the running, moved to the pool, taking special care to splash Chad’s sister who immediately left in a huff to her boyfriend’s house leaving the two boys alone in the house to amuse themselves.

The pool soon bored both boys, so they moved on to the hot tub to relax. Chad’s motives were a bit less honorable as he looked forward to seeing his friend’s monster cock for the first time since the campout. He was sure it must have grown a great deal to be so much larger than he remembered it to be. Chad was, according to his conscience, secretly bisexual. A fact he had somehow managed to hide from himself.

“Dude, no bathing suits allowed in the hot-tub,” Chad said as Casey began to wade into the warm steaming waters.

Casey shrugged and sat down on the side of the hot tub as he shucked his suit down his legs and over his feet. He threw the sodden mass of cloth at Chad’s head as Chad bent over to pull his left foot out of his bathing suit.

Safely disrobed, both boys silently looked at each other. The first moment of nakedness between boys is always a silent one. Casey noticed that Chad’s pubes were thicker than they had been on the campout, and was about to say as much when Chad blurted out his conclusion: “Your cock isn’t anywhere near six and a half inches.”

Casey’s manhood threatened, he shot back “You haven’t seen it hard” and slid promptly under the surface of the hot tub.

“Oh yeah” breathed Chad before joining his friend in the water, “I will soon” he silently vowed before slipping under the water after his friend.

Twenty minutes of hot steaming water will reduce anyone’s willpower, a fact that Chad was counting on. He turned the conversation again to sex, and Casey followed dutifully along since he felt he was again in control. Of course both boys were erect under the water of the tub, but neither felt like they were in a position to reveal that fact to the other.

“What does it feel like to get sucked” Chad asked as Casey again told the tale from the beginning.

“Warm and wet” Casey replied.

“Like jerking off in the bathtub,” Chad suggested, working his ringed fingers in the air to illustrate his point.

“No, better. Warmer and its kinda like she is sucking on it” Casey said.

The thought of that sent a wonderful shiver through Chad’s body as his mind supplied a double image of Tracy desperately sucking for his sperm, followed by a quick image of Casey swallowing it as it gushed out of the tip of his glans.

Both boys were quickly reaching the point where they would require some relief, and neither had a hope of being able to extract themselves from the hot tub without revealing that they were fully erect.

Chad was the first to reveal his predicament, saying “Dude, this is making me so hot, thinking about you fucking her and stuff.”

Casey admitted, “Yeah, me too” as his cock throbbed between his legs.

Again there was that awkward pause between boys talking about sex.

The next bit was obviously hard for Chad to attempt. He made several false starts before he finally got out his proposal to Casey.

“Hey, I’ll trade you blowjobs” Chad suggested offhandedly, hoping that the casual offer might not reveal his true feelings to Casey.

“No way dude,” retorted Casey, obviously uncomfortable with Chad’s forward approach. Secretly though, I could tell that Casey was interested in the blowjob offer. Maybe not in giving one to Chad, but certainly in getting one from him.

“Come on man,” Chad insisted. “Nobody ever has to know.”

Casey’s need for sex quickly overwhelmed his sense of right-and-wrong (meaning me). I found myself again along for the ride with a hormone crazed teen boy as Casey sat on the side of the hot tub and presented his hard cock to Chad.

“You suck me first” Casey offered, “and maybe I’ll do you later.” He, of course, had no intention of actually performing oral sex on Chad, but I could tell that he could be easily pushed to that extreme given the right push without too much pressure.

Chad, for his part, acted his part very well. I would have voted him full points for an Oscar if this little act had been filmed. He hesitated just long enough before moving toward Casey, his hand outstretched to grasp his dick just below and behind the purple glans. Casey had just begun to believe that maybe Chad wouldn’t actually follow through on his offer when Chad kneeled on the step of the hot tub and lowered his lips to Casey’s dickhead. Casey leaned further back on his elbows as he felt Chad’s warm lips encase his dick, and the wonderful feelings began to overwhelm him again through the nerves in his dick.

Chad slurped at Casey’s dick for a few minutes while Casey lightly groaned with the stimulation of hand or tongue. He had long since given up trying to prop on his elbows and was laying fully on the floor with his legs spread and knees bent, trying to offer Chad full access to his dick and ball sack. Casey’s dick finally expanded slightly in Chad’s mouth, giving Chad a moment to withdraw his mouth from Casey’s dick. Two strokes with his hand rewarded Chad as Casey’s dick spurted five or six solid shots of sperm followed by a few dribbles in Casey’s sparse pubic hair. Casey lay exhausted on the deck of the hot tub for a few moments while Chad milked the final drops of sperm out of his softening penis.

“Rinse off in the pool dude.” Chad ordered. “Then you can do me.” Chad knew that was probably wishful thinking as he watched Casey lift his body from the deck and walk toward the pool.

Both boys jumped into the pool and giggled as they followed Casey’s sperm as it sank to the bottom of the pool where is sat in small pearl shaped droplets in the thinner water. Two boys giggling underwater is a funny sight, producing mostly bubbles, and not much in the way of sounds of laughter. That didn’t reduce their mirth however as both boys tested their lungs to the point of bursting before rushing to the surface and a rapid inhalation of air in the nick of time.

Neither boy was too concerned about his nakedness now as Casey followed Chad upstairs to the game room. This room of Chad’s house was dominated by a pool table in the center of the room, and a large vault door on one wall where Chad’s Dad kept his gun collection. Another wall was taken up by an entertainment center that was carefully hidden behind cabinet doors, and the final wall was occupied by large bookshelves with nicely bound hardbacks lined up neatly by their subject.

Chad flopped down on the leather sofa and spread his legs wide open before declaring to Casey “Now you gotta do me dude.”

“I don’t know man” Casey replied, unsure about the deal he had made now that payment was due. He was eyeing Chad’s engorged cock as it throbbed above his well-toned adolescent stomach. A small drop of pre-cum oozed from the tip, further convincing Casey that he wanted no part of sticking that in his mouth.

“I’ll do you with my hand real quick, but there’s no way that I’m sticking that in my mouth” Casey offered.

“I knew you’d back out” Chad declared, disappointed that Casey wasn’t going to suck his dick. “I just wanted to know what a blow job felt like” he admitted as he began to close his legs, hiding his full scrotum and throbbing erection from view.

I applied a little guilt to my charge, and was rewarded when he said; “I’m not saying I’ll never do it, just not right now” as he reached for Chad’s throbbing erection and began to work the familiar shaft of flesh. Some vigorous hand action, and a few minutes later and Chad’s sperm was revealed in gleaming droplets on his stomach and chest.

The boys, most thoughts of sex forgotten for now, agreed on some pointless movie with lots of explosions and a few badly dressed actors in it.

I hate movies. Most of them are based on crap. I know for a fact that the Persians never wore those funny shoes with bells in the toes. I know this, because I was there- a claim no Hollywood director will ever be able to make.

The boys sprawled on beanbags in the middle of the floor as the last remnants of Chad’s sperm dripped into the soft carpet. I endured the movie as best as I could, as did Chad’s conscience. Both of us, of course, expected the sex play to resume as soon as the boys’ balls had a chance to recharge. With adolescent boys, it is just a matter of time before sex rears its ugly mindless temptation. I guess that is why we were created.

Then my worst nightmare occurred. I have always wondered how a society could allow its citizens to possess those instruments that could do them the most terrible harm, and cause the greatest loss. Casey’s attention had long-since shifted from the movie to the vault door in the center of the opposite wall. I knew that what lay behind that door could do great harm, and so did Casey, but try as I might I couldn’t prevent him from mentioning it to Chad.

“Dude, can we look at your Dad’s guns?” Casey asked, not realizing that his voice had taken on the tone of doom.

Chad, being used to the gun collection, didn’t care much. He knew the combination to the vault since his father (a genuinely stupid man) had given him the numbers a month earlier to load the truck before a shooting expedition. He wanted to show off his knowledge about the guns in front of his friend, but he wanted something else too. He knew that Casey didn’t have any guns at home, and hoped that he would be willing to trade for the privilege of seeing his Dad’s collection.

“I don’t know” he coyly hesitated. “My Dad would kill me.” Chad said, knowing that he had new leverage to get his friend to suck his cock.

Casey caught on quick as he offered the price Chad hoped for. “I’ll suck your dick if you let me see them.”

Their fate sealed, the boys forged their agreement. Movie forgotten, Chad input the combination of the vault door and swung it wide to Casey’s curious eyes.

Two naked boys were soon standing inside the newly opened vault door. One had a hardon pointing the way, and the other was standing aghast at the gun collection. The collection numbered in the hundreds as guns of every description stood in custom designed holders along all four walls of the huge vault. Casey could see dozens of rifles, pistols and revolvers in their holding bins. Larger guns were hanging on the wall, and a few of what Casey was sure were machine guns were hanging neatly above some drawers in the back wall of the vault.

Chad strolled the length of the vault and sat down on the counter under the machine guns. Casey followed in a daze, trying to take in as much of the vault as he could. Chad pulled one of the drawers out to support his legs, propping them carefully on the edge of the drawer front.

“Now you gotta suck me dude.” Chad declared. “A deal is a deal”

Casey, overwhelmed by the number of guns, looked down past Chad’s manhood and took in the contents of the drawer supporting Chad’s spread legs. The drawer was full of revolvers, and the pretty chromed .22 sitting directly between Chad’s spread legs drew Casey’s eyes. Chad’s scrotum practically rested on the pistol as it dangled into the drawer while Chad waited on his blow job. The boy’s balls were hanging so low into the drawer that he would have been horribly hurt had Casey tripped and slammed the drawer shut on his vulnerable ball-sack as he kneeled between Chad’s spread legs.

“Are these guns loaded dude?” Casey asked as he casually grabbed Chad’s cock shaft. I could tell that he was trying to work up the courage to do what he had to do, and was delaying the inevitable as long as possible by asking questions.

“No. Only one upstairs in my Parent’s bedroom” Chad answered, wishing that Casey would forget about the guns and start sucking.

Out of excuses finally, Casey mumbled, “cool” as he reluctantly touched the end of Chad’s cock with his tongue. Not finding that it tasted all that bad, he gingerly sucked the whole glans into his mouth and began Chad’s blowjob in earnest.

Blowjobs are boring, for the blower at least. Casey succumbed to the tedium faster than most. That pretty chrome revolver was sitting right there in his line of sight, and it was nothing to reach into the drawer and pick it up. The light glinted on the chrome just right as Casey’s head moved up and down on Chad’s wet cock, lightly applying pressure to the most sensitive spots.

Chad was lost in oblivion as he felt the pleasure of oral sex for the first time in his life, and didn’t see that Casey had picked up the little gun.

On an upstroke, Chad’s cock sliding smoothly out of his mouth until the glans rested just inside his lips, Casey noticed that the cylinder would hold eight shots. He remembered hearing something about all revolvers holding six bullets. He wasn’t paying any attention to the dick in his mouth as he turned the revolver over in his hands, admiring the art of the engraving, and the gleam of the chrome. The chrome shone especially bright the closer he brought his face to the drawer, so Chad’s dick began to work it’s way further and further into Casey’s mouth and throat as Casey sought to view the little gun in the best possible light.

By this point I was panicking. As Casey’s conscience, it was my job to get him to put the gun down before someone got hurt. Chad’s conscience was losing patience with my inability to control my charge, but couldn’t take direct action of his own since we are forbidden such things.

Casey, bored with the constant up-and-down motion of the blow job he was giving his friend moved his hand up to cup Chad’s dangling scrotum. Chad grunted at the new sensation as Casey’s warm fingers separated his twin orbs and rolled them in their soft sack. On impulse, Casey aimed the little revolver at Chad’s fat testicle. He never would come to understand why he did that.

Chad only knew that he was quickly approaching his best orgasm ever. This one was better than the one that Casey had helped him have a few minutes before, and was even better than the one his sister had to give him that night she wanted to keep him from telling their parents about her boyfriend. What he didn’t realize was that Casey’s was pointing a gun at his right testicle, which Casey was now gently squeezing between his left thumb and index finger.

Chad signaled his oncoming orgasm by patting Casey’s head lightly, and grunting loudly, wanting to give his friend a chance to avoid a mouthful of sperm. Casey, for his part, was too engrossed in the gun to notice that Chad was tensing his entire body for what, to a thirteen year-old boy, felt like the most massive orgasm he had ever had.

I know that Casey didn’t mean to hurt Chad, and I place the blame for the accident squarely on the head of Chad’s stupid Father. The man should be (and was) cast into prison for leaving that one bullet in that gun.

Without going into grisly detail, Chad arched his back as his orgasm began, catching Casey completely off his guard. The first spurt of sperm shot down Casey’s throat like it had been aimed. The second hit Casey right behind the soft palette in his mouth, causing his immediate gag reflex. The third spurt didn’t matter since the damage had already been done.

On Casey’s first gag his index finger tightened on the trigger of the little revolver. The spring reached it’s load point and tripped the small lever that engaged the hammer spring. The hammer cocked to battery and then slammed down on the rim of the single unlucky bullet remaining in the cylinder of the revolver. The bullet fired and traveled down the short barrel of the revolver before passing, in a flash, through Chad’s tightly gripped right testicle. The testicle instantly burst, spreading blood, pulped testicle, and unspent sperm all over Casey’s face, the inside of the drawer, and as far up Chad’s body as his left nipple.

The bullet, not yet done with it’s journey, rebounded off of an unassuming .38 police special pistol also in the drawer and returned nearly along it’s original flight path. It passed, ragged now from it’s ricochet, through the meat of Chad’s cock. It’s path continued out of the eye of the cock and through Casey’s left cheek, finally lodging in the fine bespoke cherry cabinet next to a big-game hunting rifle on the other side of the vault.

Of course, this had all transpired in an instant shorter than a heartbeat. Chad was screaming in agony, Casey was dizzy and feeling faint from the terrible pain in his cheek, and neither boy was in any condition to do anything about getting help. Chad’s conscience was wavering in and out of clear view, as the dwindling masculinity in his charge’s body struggled to rebalance itself.

‘Damn the rules’, I thought, and for the first time I left a charge before he became a man. I left that day to get help since there were two, and the Father deserved the pain that he had visited upon the son. I left, and retrieved the Father, one of my earlier boys. He recognized me instantly of course, and rushed home as I relayed what had happened through wordless images and the voice in his head. He found those two boys, one unconscious from pain and cradled in the arms of another with an oddly perforated cheek. The Father called the ambulance and followed it to the hospital distraught, as he should have been, by the terror of the day.

I rejoined Casey, something I didn’t think I would be permitted, as he lay in the hospital bed next to Chad’s. I remember the doctors discussing his cheek wound with his mother, and then I remember his reaction as the doctor told his mother what had happened to Chad’s genitals.

The doctor said that the damage was too great to save much of what had been there. Of course the right testicle had to be removed, and most of the penis was shortened, but the doctors were optimistic that the left testicle could be saved, and something like a penis could be reconstructed from skin-grafts. “At least,” the doctor said, “Chad could someday have children with the sperm from the undamaged testicle.”

Casey cried that day and most of the night for his friend.

The next day, when Chad awakened, the orderly took Casey to another room so Chad could have some time with his family. An hour later, the orderly came to bring Casey back, explaining that Chad had asked for him, and that Chad needed a friend just then since his Father had just been taken away by the police.

Chapter Eight: Reluctant Forgiveness

One month later found the two boys, still fast friends, in Casey’s room after school. Casey was, of course, deeply sorrowed by his friend’s loss, and very ashamed that he had caused it. The pain of the entire episode was almost too much to bear, and the guilt required a therapist to begin weekly sessions with both boys, separately, to help them work through it.

Casey had recently been officially allowed to visit with Chad in a supervised setting under the watchful eye of the therapist. Neither boy understood why that was necessary, due to the fact that they were secretly meeting after school. Chad was still excused from classes, but met Casey every day on his bicycle ride home from school.

Casey had swung from extremely depressed, to a feeling of relief when Chad had said that he had forgiven him. He then swung back to feeling extremely depressed one afternoon a few days later.

Jen had secretly followed Casey home from school one afternoon. Upon discovering this, Casey had invited her in. Of course, their conversation was short, and Jen was shortly on her back with Casey fucking her as hard as she had ever been fucked. After the satisfied girl had left Casey’s house, he realized that he had just done something that Chad would never be able to do. Such a feeling of remorse came over him at this realization, that he went into the kitchen, selected the largest butcher knife from his mother’s drawer, and made ready to amputate his ball-sack and cock on the butcher block by the sink.

Expecting the worst, I readied myself for the disorienting rush that always happens when I am transferred from one man (or gelding) to my next charge. I fully expected that slice to end my relationship with Casey, and I can’t say that I blamed him for the impulse. I certainly felt guilty enough myself. I certainly wasn’t going to do anything heroic to prevent that fatal cut.

We merged, and we could see and feel the sharp edge of the knife resting there on top of our cock. I could feel the muscles in our arm ready to pull the sharp blade across the smooth skin just through that patch on the top that had started to sprout a few wispy hairs. The blade started to move, leaving a small red trail where it began to separate the layers of skin.

Ding-Dong. The doorbell sounded as the small cut began to bleed slightly. Casey hurriedly jumped down off of the kitchen counter to answer the door, not realizing that he was still clutching the large butcher knife in one hand, and not caring that he was butt naked as he walked toward the entry.

The silhouette looked familiar in the glass by the front door as Casey moved, naked, across the foyer of his house. Soon I could see that the caller was Chad, his half conscience close behind, hiding slightly behind the potted plant on the front porch so as not to be seen by the neighbors.

Casey opened the door and, from his position behind the concealing wood, invited Chad inside before starting back again toward the kitchen. Chad stood, surprised, as he took in the unlikely vision of Casey, naked with knife in hand, standing in the door of the kitchen while the front door closed softly behind the stunned boy.

“What are you doing dude?” Chad asked, thinking that Casey was either trying to kill himself or cooking something really nasty using the huge knife. “I just saw you come here with Jen, so I waited until she left before I came up to the house.”

Chad grimaced, resolved even more to carry out his ill-thought plan. Surely, he felt, Chad was jealous of his encounter with Jen? That was why his friend was here, right? Surely Chad was angry that Casey had been fucking Jen and felt like he needed to do something about it.

‘Who am I,’ Casey thought grimly, ‘to brag about fucking girls when he isn’t even able to get a hardon?’

“I’m not doing anything,” Casey finally said. He was thinking now that it was entirely appropriate that Chad be here to watch him punish himself. ‘In fact’, Casey, warming to a new idea, thought, ‘who better to do it since I took his sex from him’.

Casey was again kneeling on the kitchen counter, positioning his cock and balls on the butcher block. Chad watched, slightly panicked at his friend’s obvious state-of-mind, from across the room as his friend’s balls were carefully positioned on the thick slab of wood. Chad wasn’t at all sure that he knew what was going on, but he was sure that he didn’t like it.

Not knowing what to say, he continued where he left off “I figured you were fucking, so I didn’t want to bother you until she left.” Chad certainly never expected the response he got to that sentence as Casey slowly extended the knife hilt first to his friend Chad.

“I need you to do this for me Chad.” Casey solemnly intoned. “I took your sex from you and I realized while I was fucking Jen that it was only right that you should take mine from me.”

Chad noticed for the first time the partially dried streak of blood on top of his friend’s penis. He also noticed that his friend’s balls were plump in their sack as the awaited their expected execution.

“You don’t need to do this Casey,” Chad protested quietly, realizing now what his friend wanted him to do. Chad correctly sensed that he had to accept the blade, or Casey was fully resolved to use it on his own manhood. He was thinking quickly about his possible options, but came up with nothing in the few moments before he had to take the knife from Casey.

“Please” Casey pleaded, eager to balance the guilt he felt with the punishment he felt he deserved.

So Chad accepted the gelding blade from his best friend. He grasped Casey’s scrotum in his hand and introduced the blade for the second time to the side of that tender sack. Chad’s arm tensed, ready to begin the cut, and then began to draw the blade across the skin of Casey’s scrotum above his left testicle. Oddly, he wasn’t applying much pressure to the blade, causing it to lightly part the skin in a stinging cut before he removed the edge from the vulnerable ball sack and threw the knife across the room.

“Casey,” Chad explained to his friend, “I have already forgiven you, and now I’ve taken my payment in blood.” Casey was still kneeling on the kitchen counter, disbelieving each word as Chad continued. “I want this to be behind us. I just want to be your friend”

My last memory was of Casey and Chad embracing as men, and equals, before that horrible sucking sensation suddenly ripped me away and deposited me into my next charge; a grunting Irish lad pushing his first thin sperm out into his pumping hand. What was that he was looking at?

‘Oi, I’ve got my work cut out for me on this one.’ I thought. ‘This idiot is jerking off to a sheep!’