John + Rosemary + Me

"Oh, yeahhh," he sighed. "Mmm...this is sooo good."

I began to rinse his genitals, leaning closer and closer. John praised my touch.

"Damn, Neil," he growled. "Careful, or I'll come in your face. God, you handle that like a pro."

John's praise emboldened me. All of the soap had been rinsed away, and his erect, glistening cock hovered within inches of my lips. Hungry for a taste, I grasped his cock and pressed my lips against the head, kissing it.

"Oooh, God, kid," he gasped in surprise, "I can't believe you did that."

Rosemary giggled, surprised, but also pleased. I figured John hadn't quite sized me up as a cocksucker, but his smooth, full rod looked too good to ignore.

I knew nothing about giving head, except what I had just experienced with Rosemary. Stolen adult magazines only showed still images, not the complex, delicate process of properly coaxing a load from a man's body while giving him maximum pleasure. Looking up hesitantly, I moved toward John's erection.

"Go ahead and suck it if you want," he said. "Don't be afraid."

Rosemary was silent, watching her husband's cock bob less than an inch from my half-open lips.

Fortune favors the bold, I thought, and took the plunge. The instant my mouth touched his flesh, both of my almost-parents voiced their approval with moans and words.

Once his cock or, more accurately, his purple tip pushed past my lips, everything became common sense. The fleshy firmness of his pole struck me as the most natural thing in the world to suck, so I did -- a bit clumsily at first, but I received no complaints. John shuddered as his wife tweaked his nipples.

With John's groans and Rosemary's encouragement filling my ears, I soon developed a rhythm, bobbing my head, sucking powerfully and, with each thrust, working more and more of his sweet hardness into my mouth. After a minute or two, I was the perfect little whore, eagerly blowing John with a basic, but enthusiastic, blowjob, taking all of his meat down my throat.

Only another minute passed before John grunted, "Watch it, kid. I'm about to blow my wad. If you don't want me to come down your throat, you should pull back."

I didn't respond, but bobbed faster, the noise of my slurping becoming louder.

"Goddamn!" Rosemary chuckled. "Looks like our boy's going to take it all!"

"Okay, son," John said, tension in his voice, "here it comes."

He groaned loudly as his hips bucked in orgasm. Rosemary released his nipples, holding his wet, convulsing body as his load blasted down my throat. I held on, tasting come for the first time, maintaining my rhythm.

John's orgasm lasted for what seemed forever. I dutifully blew him, more spurts of raw semen filling my mouth, until his spasms subsided.

"Okay, honey," Rosemary instructed me. "Back off a bit."

As my fellating slowed, I noticed the water becoming tepid, then cold. After an eternity, the water heater had also shot its wad, and it was hampering the mood.

"Let's get into bed," Rosemary said, shutting off the water. Within seconds, we all rolled, naked and wet, into their magnificent king-sized bed.

"Now our boy's a cocksucker as well," John teased as he rubbed his naked body, and his renewed erection, against mine.

"Jesus, honey," Rosemary said, somewhat surprised at her husband's resilience. "Looks like you're ready to go again!"

"Well, fuck," He responded. "The kid's got me so worked up, I can hardly stand it." Then he looked at me. "Neil, are you up to it?"

Goddamn, I was just getting started.

I responded with actions, not words. Losing no time, I immediately latched onto John's cock again. Soon he was on his back, groaning and tensing his ass in pleasure as I coaxed another load from deep inside his body.

Rosemary, with John's damp head resting in her lap, gently brushed her fingertips over his hard nipples. She gazed intently, eyes wide with wonder and arousal, as my hungry mouth devoured her husband's shaft.

"This time you'll last longer," she whispered to her husband.

"I hope so." He responded.

John's left hand rested on the back of my neck. Occasionally, he would start undulating his hips, trying to force more of his cock into my mouth, but then he would stop, not wanting me to choke.

Bracing my arms firmly against John's thighs, I lunged up and down aggressively as his tensing cock spurred me on. Above the slurping noises, he spoke in a strained voice.

"Oh, God, Neil," He choked. "You're such a hungry fucker. It's gonna come again."

"I think he likes the taste," Rosemary added.

"Watch it, kid," he panted, "You're gonna get another mouthful."

But John didn't understand. I wanted him to blow another wad right down my throat. Like Rosemary had done to me earlier, I wanted to taste his semen, and to feel his cock spasming in my mouth.

Looking up, my eyes met Rosemary's. Thank God she understood what I wanted. Glancing down to her agonizing husband, she spoke.

"Come in his mouth," she ordered. "Now!"

John had already started coming the moment she finished her sentence, incapable of holding back any longer. His firm body bucked and trembled as he blew another load into my mouth. Moaning, I eagerly swallowed what I could as his cock spurted again and again, but semen began to pool in my cheeks.

"Mmmm, fuck yeah!" Rosemary whimpered. No doubt, her pussy was soaked as she savored the spectacle.

Sucking the last of John's ample load into my mouth, I finally released his cock with a loud "pop". His spent rod fell away to rest, semi-flaccid, on his thigh. Sitting on my heels, I mimicked Rosemary and analyzed its taste, swirling it with my tongue. Interesting, it was, sort of an alkaline, slightly salty goo. Not bad. Some other taste lurked in the background, though. Something I remembered from last night's Mexican dinner.

That train of thought was immediately interrupted when Rosemary, enflamed from the sight of her husband being blown by a young boy, pressed her probing mouth against mine. Our mouths, locked tightly together, shared John's come. Both of us sucked, trying to retain as much of the ejaculate in our mouths as possible.

"Mmmm," Rosemary broke our kiss, sitting back, swishing John's come in her mouth. "I know what that taste is," She exclaimed excitedly as I swallowed my share. "CUMIN!"

5.

Looking back, that hazy, summer Saturday was like Independence Day, Christmas, Thanksgiving, and several other important holidays I couldn't think of at the moment, all lumped together.

After John blew his load down my throat a second time, Rosemary fetched a couple of thick, cotton towels and we proceeded to rub each other dry. Both of them had white, terrycloth robes to match the towels and slipped them on.

"Here," John said, pulling another, smaller bathrobe from the closet. "We found this especially for you."

"Thanks," I smiled at him, slipping on the garment, feeling the rough fabric rubbing my nipples. The moment I cinched the robe together, he planted a deep, wet kiss on my mouth. I exhaled, returning the kiss, our mouths exploring for a moment. I noticed we were both erect again.

"We better let our cocks rest for a while," He whispered in my ear. His breath made me shiver. His hand slipped beneath my robe to touch my naked skin. I whimpered.

"Fuck," Rosemary said, watching us make out like teenagers -- well, a teenager and a grown man -- "All of this has made me hungry."

"Then make with the victuals, mine wench!" John commanded.

"Yes, sire!" She disappeared into the kitchen.

John and I, our erections still poking out between the folds of our robes, relaxed on the living room sofa, the flickering television mildly distracting us from our touching and kissing.

Rosemary moved about the kitchen, making discreet noises until the heavenly scent of bacon reached our nostrils.

In spite of his suggestion that we cool it, John couldn't keep his hands off my body. I returned the favor, resting my head against his bare chest as his hand rubbed up and down my thigh. I tried to steer my bobbing cock toward his hand, but he resisted. What a fucking tease he was! I could've sucked and fucked the rest of the afternoon.

Not only was I glad we had broken the seal, I was relieved. I was tired of the torture and of jacking off alone in secret. I wanted them to touch me, and they knew it. When John grasped my cock for the first time, pleasure surging through my body under his grip, my insides spilled out and there would be no reeling them back in. Now I realize they were fully aware of what I wanted and needed, and what would transpire. At nineteen, my body and emotions were

evolving at such a blinding pace, I could hardly keep up. They knew I balanced precariously on the fence between adolescence and adulthood, and made the most of it.

"Come and get thy sustenance!" Rosemary heralded from the kitchen.

"Coming!" Both John and I replied at the same time. We paused, looking at each other, then burst into laughter at the irony of our response.

"Well, maybe later." John kissed the top of my head and face, planting one last kiss on my upturned mouth. He took my hand and pulled me off the sofa.

As I walked with him across the living room, my feet caressed by the thick beige carpet, my body sang a song of need. I needed to be taken, to be ravished thoroughly. I had yet to get over the shock of the new and think about being the aggressor. That would take some time. At the moment, I just wanted, needed, to come. I needed adult hands all over my body, exploring every square centimeter of my flesh, titillating every erotic nerve ending, manipulating me to a crescendo, then holding me firmly as I convulsed with each liberating new orgasm.

We ate in relative silence. I relished the sight of Rosemary's hard, pointed nipple playing peek-a-boo from behind her robe. I looked up and our eyes met.

"Don't worry," she said. "You'll get some more."

"You'll get a LOT more," John added.

"I hope so," I managed to whisper, averting my eyes with mild embarrassment.

Under the table, Rosemary rubbed her foot against my calf.

After breakfast, all three of us watched television for several hours, digesting, recharging our batteries, pacing ourselves, trying not to gorge out at the sexual banquet like mindless pigs. It was hard. Literally. We had slipped fully into late afternoon when John spoke up.

"Let's get in the hot tub," He suggested.

"Good idea," Rosemary said. "Let me go make the beds and tidy up." She rose to her feet, cinching the sash on her robe. I'll be with you in a minute."

"Such a good housekeeper," John smirked. "But we're just going to mess them up again."

"Still, I like a tidy home," his wife replied, "so humor me."

"Can we help?" I asked.

"No, you two get things going. I won't be long," she responded, her voice trailing off as she disappeared into the back portion of the house.

Letting his robe fall to the sofa to reveal his mouthwatering, nude body, John vanished out the sliding glass back door onto the patio. Getting to my feet, I followed his lead, disrobing, treading from the plush carpet of the living room, out the sliding glass door, to the soft, polished pebbles embedded in the patio's concrete. My toes wriggled, pleasuring in the smooth, caressing bumps pressing against my feet. The afternoon sun had already dropped to the opposite side of the house, covering half of the back yard in shadow.

The roof of the patio stretched out to cover the small, wood-framed hot tub. His eyes closed, John had already settled into the steaming water. His smooth, firm chest, punctuated by two hard nipples, glistened, caressed by the steam, ready to suck. Wordlessly, I eased up the steps and pushed a toe in. Mmmm, it felt wonderful! As I slid my naked body into the water, John sensed my presence. Lazily, he opened his eyes, smiling.

"Hey, kid."

The second our eyes met, I flashed back to what had transpired since last night. I began to quiver as my body flushed hotly, the fire reignited. It amazed me, after years of being around John and Rosemary, how I now became so nervous. As opposed to the past, when they were just surrogate parents and I their almost-child, I became acutely aware of my exposed flesh and the hardness of my nipples. Caressed by the warm water, my cock jutted out, well beneath the surface. John looked at me serenely.

"You okay, kid?" He asked. "How are you handling this? I know it must be a shock to you, but we figured you were now an adult..." John arched his eyebrow, "...at least on paper."

"I'm fine," I said, but I don't think that convinced him.

"You know, last night we didn't mean to scare you." His toes came out and brushed against one of my calves. God, how much can one person be so aroused without bursting into flames? His touch electrified me.

"No," I replied, surprisingly without stammering. "I liked it." Pausing, I said bluntly, "We can't tell anyone, though."

John shook his head. "No, Neil. That's just for us, what happened." His foot continued to rub against my flesh. My cock throbbed painfully, making me wince. I wanted to be nearer to my new, male lover. He noticed my discomfort.

"What's wrong?" he asked me. I suppose he was still afraid of traumatizing me for the rest of my life. "Please tell me." His voice caressed me like a soft, warm blanket against my bare skin. "It's okay, really."

I gazed into his eyes. I couldn't find the proper words, but managed to choke out a response.

"I need to play some more." Yes, I knew how crude it sounded as I said it. I merely wanted John to move closer to me. Within the tight confines of the hot tub, he wouldn't need to move far. He didn't reply, but merely granted my wish, smiling. Involuntarily, I stood, not knowing why. Perhaps it would allow him to access - and relieve - the center of my need, my cock?

"The first thing you need to do," John said, placing his hands firmly on my hips, "is to sit back down." Our cocks touched under the water.

For a delicious moment, his gaze shifted down to my swollen tool, and I ached for his touch. He refrained, though, pushing me back down into the sitting position. His hand brushed my cheek, then disappeared into the water.

From that moment on, time became a blur. John's hands drifted to the source of my discomfort, slowly working their magic. His mouth pressed against mine as we kissed languidly, our tongues playing, sucking gently. My eyelids fluttered, my body relaxing against the edge of the tub as he worked me over. Above the water, all one could see was the subtle, almost imperceptible movement of his muscles. His pecs, biceps and triceps slowly and rhythmically flexed as I drifted into a state of bliss. My breathing became deep and steady. My legs became taut, pushing my feet against the bottom of the tub. My arms rested on the rim as my head fell back. The only sounds we made were the sound of the water and the wisps of my breathing.

The pleasure John gave me became almost intolerable. My body began to move, almost involuntarily, almost interrupting our blissful tableau. The firm grip John had on my cock coerced me into increasing the friction. I became greedy for more pleasure, impatiently wanting to be properly jacked off.

"Be still, kiddo," John whispered in a throaty voice, "you'll come eventually." Then he drew closer, "but I want to draw out as much come as I can, and that takes time."

My legs touched his, crossing them under the water. I licked my lips, sliding down and toward him a couple of inches. His legs continued rubbing against mine. The water caressed my nipples. I thought the orgasm would never arrive. The pleasure was indeed there, but it hesitated on the edge. John wouldn't let me move, to mash out the fire he stoked in my cock. Then, without warning, it hit.

Suddenly, a deep groan wrenched out of my throat. I gripped John's arms and thrashed about in the water as I gave up my load.

"Ahhh, yes, my horny boy," John cooed. "Let me have all of it. Let me have all of your come."

His expert hands gripped me perfectly, drawing out one shock wave after another. I clenched my teeth and growled with each new eruption.

Oh, what sweet come. I grasped his strong shoulders and fucked his hand. Again, I came harder that I had ever imagined. My reserves drained away as the climaxing sensation kept beating against my loins.

Too much. It was too much. I don't know what his jacking technique was, but I couldn't stop coming. I hung onto John for dear life.

Yelping and sobbing as the inner core of my sexuality broke free, I slammed forward, pressing my orgasm-contorted face into John's chest. Immediately, I began to lick his skin, moaning like a boy-slut in heat. My lush, red lips danced across his flesh, coming to a halt when they brushed across one of his nipples. I had to suck something, so I pressed my mouth against his breast.

Half crying and suckling John like a starved infant, I lost consciousness for a moment, so completely spent from coming. The next thing I remember is looking up at John's blissful face. His eyes were closed as he savored the electricity arcing through his nipple. Now I would try to return the pleasure. I circled John's tit with my tongue, greedily sucking on the swollen bud.

"Goddamnit!" He grunted. "Tug on the other one, too."

I obeyed, rubbing and tugging his other nipple. I could hear his slow, steady breathing and a slight hiss of pleasure. I was a hungry young succubus trying to draw all of the nourishment I could from my charge and John willingly obliged. I wondered what was taking Rosemary so long to join us.

Suddenly, I felt the water move around me, rising a bit. Another body had moved alongside us.

"Well, he certainly seems to be enjoying himself," her light, airy voice taunted. I moaned against John's breast as Rosemary's soft, naked flesh rubbed against mine.

With John's firm body on one side and Rosemary's soft, yielding form on the other, I thought I would die of pleasure. As he continued nursing me, I felt his wife's slender fingers gently brush down my stomach. My body stiffened and I arched my back slightly as her hand caressed my spent cock.

"Why, John," she said. "You achieved the impossible. His boner has gone to sleep!"

"Well, fuck," he groaned back. "He almost passed out from that last orgasm I gave him."

"Good...good," She said approvingly. "I don't want him wanking off in secret any more."

"Yeah, as long as he's here, that cock's going to be perpetually spent."

I switched nipples, eliciting sounds of approval from both of them.

Rosemary released my penis, choosing to pay attention to her husband. I sighed as her breasts pressed against my back, her thighs rubbing against mine and John's. She gripped his cock, making him shudder.

Keeping my mouth glued to his tit, I opened my eyes and glanced around. Panting, John gripped the sides of the tub. His mouth was open and he looked like he was about to explode from arousal. Rosemary spoke.

"I think he needs to come," she purred. "Don't you?"

I stopped sucking, if only for a moment. "Yeah," I replied in a groggy voice as if waking from a deep sleep. So engrossed I was in sucking John's tit. "Maybe I need to suck something else."

"That's an option," she said. Gripping her husband's penis, she rubbed the tip up and down my thigh, making him squirm. "But we've had enough sucking for now." She released her husband's agony and slipped behind me. I jumped as her finger slid up my ass, pushing against my anus. "Let's not forget about fucking."

"But who's fucking who this time?" John asked, his cock brushing against my skin.

"I wonder if he's ready for it?" Rosemary asked her husband.

"I dunno," he looked into my eyes, rubbing his cock against me more and more. "Maybe we should wait."

"What the fuck are you talking about?" I asked.