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Subject: CONFESSIONS OF A HORNY CATHOLIC BOY: Chapter 14 Author’s Note: All characters are fictional; this is pure imagination. If fictional sexual stories involving consensual sex, teenagers and Adults offend, do not read.This story and its copyright is solely the property of the author. Please do not share without permission. If this is illegal where you live, don’t do it. By continuing to read on, you are confirming that it is legal for you to view the material in this story. In addition, neither you nor any family members are employees of any type of government, law enforcement, or investigative entity. Moreover, you are either not performing any type of research in preparation for any forms of legal action, directly or indirectly, affecting the contents of this site. In addition, you are agreeing that the author, editor, and this site will not be held responsible for any consequences of you viewing or downloading the story. Donate: Nifty operates free because there’s people who donate to keep it running. Donate. It’s worth the spunk. Contact me: Feedback and comments are what inspires the writers such: Write me ail. **************************************************************** THE HIGH SCHOOL YEARS CONFESSIONS OF A HORNY CATHOLIC BOY Chapter Fourteen: “Taking One For The Team” Author’s Note: A longer chapter was required for proper exposition and inclusion of key events. Thank You for reading. Previously… “Hey Johnny. All done for today?” Bob Kennedy remarked from where he sat on the wooden steps of the two small classrooms that stood across from the Main Building. “Uh, hey Bob. Yeah, I just locked up. Are you done with practice?” I assumed he was referring to my after-school job-comfortable that my anonymity was intact all through the two suck sessions. The tall blonde stood to his feet just as a light breath of air stirred his hair. He stepped off the stairs towards me- taking a few strides on those well developed legs. He was now only two feet from where I had stopped. “I waited here because I forgot to say thank you.” he said as a mischievous smile played on sculpted lips. “Thank me???” I asked playing innocent to protect the ruse “You know, when you get out of the showers early enough, you can see some interesting things after school.” Bob explained. “Like you running over to the side door that leads to Chapel basement just before 4:30.” I felt the blood rush from my face as various scenarios spun through my head- trying to see how this would ultimately end. “Huh???” is all I could offer. “Hey, we’re cool Buddy.” Bob told me as his right hand came to rest on my shoulder-which for all of my inner reassurances- was trembling slightly. His strong fingers gripped into the muscle. I remained silent for fear of this situation turning ugly. “Ya know. Coach said that he set up a great cocksucker for his team. But DAMN! You were fuckin’ awesome.” Bob continued with a punctuated chuckle. In all appearances he was showing signs that he was okay with getting his prick worked over by a male classmate. I was prepared to continue my route home- but Bob’s firm hand held me in place. “It’s all great Johnny. I’m more than cool with you sucking my dick. It doesn’t have to be just in the cellar- does it?” were the next words out of his mouth. “Are you sure?” I asked- still not totally convinced that I was not being baited into a bashing. “Hell yes, buddy. My girlfriend Tricia won’t even give me a handjob, never mind a blowjob. It would be cool if a guy had a friend to go to for- you know, some fun.” my classmate explained-even taking a step closer. “Ya know. Coach even told me that there could be other ways too.” I looked at Bob, not catching his meaning. “Why don’t you meet me on the practice field on Saturday, let’s say about 1:00 PM?” Bob asked, his eyes now showing me every sign of sincerity. Whether it was curiosity- lust- maybe both that made me answer. “Yes, I’ll be there to meet you.” Bob’s face broke into a broad smile across his slightly blushing face. The football player was reassured and excited that I was taking him up for a rendezvous. But what did he mean “there could be other ways too?” What did Steven really tell him? Just at that moment a silver Buick pulled up at the edge of the lot. “That’s my ride Johnny- so we’re okay? Just between us?” Bob asked as his Father sent out three beeps of the horn. He turned his sleek body as he gracefully grabbed his Gym bag. When he was a few steps away, he turned to ask: “You need a ride home?” “No thanks Bob, I need the walk, And yes, we will be fine for Saturday- between you, me and the Coach.” With that, he broke out into a run to his Dad’s Car. As he rounded to the passenger side, he looked up and flashed me a beaming smile. I waved goodbye and started off on my walk home- now not only playing over the last hours events, but also thoughts of the upcoming Saturday. My cock pulsed with desire to shoot a couple of loads before supper. The shaft throbbed as I felt my balls churn in desire to release a long overdue cum shower. Saturday seemed so far away- but well worth the wait. Two Days later… Steven had been in meetings all day Wednesday and unavailable for a Brotherly chat, but back in School today. It was that brief exchange of words with Bob Kennedy minutes after I had a delicious flood of his sperm in the dim filtered light of the Chapel basement that kept me turning all through the last few nights. “…so we’re okay? Just between us?” were Bob’s exact words. Crucial pieces to this puzzle could only be supplied by my Brother, Steven. But, I couldn’t call him last night without my Mom and Dad hearing. I wanted to share the details of his two team player’s basement blowjobs. My plan was to leave a note for him in the Main Office mailbox. The questions I had would best be asked out of the school hallways. There was no point in advertising that I was the team cock sucker after all. The note read: “Steven: Meet me at the Equipment Room, Gym Building at 12 Noon- IMPORTANT! Johnny” After that, I threw myself into my class work- though my mind was distracted by other subjects. All the pre-class chatter among friends, slamming of lockers, and the rushed steps along the halls were all just background noise in my ears. A few times during the change of class, I made eye contact with Bob as he walked with his latest girlfriend-of-the-day. That bright white smile lit up his Celtic features and stirred my already pulsing eight inch cock. But no words were exchanged as we followed the throngs along the dark hardwood halls of Holyoke Catholic High School. Finally, the Lunch Bell rang at 11:45 AM- the signal for me to get some answers. The Gym was across the street from the three main school buildings. Like them it was a structure built as a Catholic School in the 1880’s- then called St. Jerome’s Institute. Now it was home to the second floor Basketball Court/Assembly Hall and two large ground floor gym/exercise rooms. The basement held the showers, weight room. lockers and my destination- the Equipment Room. Having keys to all the buildings and rooms made this the best of choices for a meeting place with my Brother to discuss sex! I ran over to the building and found the door open. The lights were off, which just added to stillness in corridors. Leather dress shoe soles hitting the waxed floors echoed in the high raftered ceilings as I walked through to the back stairs leading to the showers. A flick of the switch at the bottom landing set the fluorescent lights to flicker before they reached full illumination. The Equipment room was just at the end of the first row of lockers- the door was closed, but the lights were on inside. I tapped lightly as I turned the knob. “Hey, Steven?” I called as the door squeaked open. “Yeah, Hi Johnny! What’s up little Brother? Your note got me worried. I take it that your ‘IMPORTANT’ message has to do with Tuesday’s “starting line-up.” Steven asked with a sly grin. The light blue button-down collar dress shirt stretched at the tension of fabric over the muscle hen body of my 24 year old Brother. The folded arms, with the fine dark hair, flexed and twitched under the fine coating of black hairs that accented the flesh bared by the rolled up sleeves. He leaned his trouser clad ass on the edge of a 4 foot by 12 foot table strewn with playbooks and schedules. Even though concealed in his slacks, I could visualize the developed thighs and calves thrusting up as he pounded my ass during our last encounter. The result was the expansion of my pocket-rocket as it craved release- but this was not the time. I needed some answers to figure out what to expect on Saturday. Pleasing the Junior Varsity Fullback would be a great way to spend a September afternoon, but was there a risk? “Well, both Tonelli and Kennedy went home with smiles but empty nut sacks. But there was a little twist, I guess you could call it.” I responded. In reaction, Steven’s arms uncoiled to take hold of the table edge- as if to brace for some unpleasant revelation. His knuckles went white as the fingers clenched- his feet were flat on the concrete floor. “But that’s not all- is it?” he wondered in a concerned voice. I watched Steven as I related all the details, from the time I heard Bobby Tonnelli’s cleats hitting the stairs leading to where I knelt waiting for his jizz, to meeting Bob Kennedy near the parking lot as the taste of his sperm still swished in my throat. I shuffled closer as I told him the narrative of Bob’s admission to seeing me heading to the Chapel Building, his request to meet on Saturday and that peculiar allusion to him -my Big Brother-his Coach. It was his body language, and lack of words that began giving me some hint to where this was leading. Steven kept his head down, with a sheepish glance up now and then, the scuffleing of shoes over the floor- and most obvious- the awakening of his python in the restraints behind his zipper. The ten plus inches of foreskin covered manhood jerked in its attempt to gain breathing room along the leg off his trousers. My Brother’s blue eyes gave me an impression of masked guilt- like the boy caught with his hand in the cookie jar. The room fell silent after I finished telling him all that happened without tipping my hand too early to spill out my suspicions- it was his turn for now. “Well, you see Johnny… Bob is my number two star player. You see how he and Tonnelli own the field when they’re in good form.” he began. “But I noticed that he’s been uptight and showing signs of pressure- not from classwork, but from personal situations. I pulled him aside Monday sfter practice and asked what was messing with his head.” Steven explained. “He confided in me that his dating situation was causing an over spill of sexual frustrations into other aspects of his life.” “So, I was glad you picked him as one of the first players to get a number one blowjob. OH YEAH! He jumped at the chance- but told me, in private that a good hard fuck is what he really needed.” my Brother continued as he leaned back again, pushing his full crotch forward. Steven’s large right hand nonchalantly reached over and gave his tubesteak a little readjustment. “Well, I had to be a responsible adult and warn him that a BJ or hand job are safe but that to fuck a pussy could lead to some unwanted problems in nine months, if you get my drift.” “Okay, so I could blow him hidden in the Confessional- but what else could you do?” I asked. “Remember? A hole is a hole to a horny 15 year old jock- even if it is the asshole of the Coach’s little brother.” revealed my Brother. “HOLY SHIT! WHAT THE FUCK WERE YOU THINKING STEVEN!” I yelled out so loudly that it echoed against the locker lined walls. “YOU DIDN’T JUST COME OUT AND OFFER HIM MY ASS!” “Fuck no Johnny! I’m not that stupid! Would I risk get you getting beat up as fag? Have I ever put you in harm’s way?” barked Steven. “Come on!” I listened as he tried to calm me down. “All the times that my buddies needed to relieve a case of blue balls- wasn’t I there to look out for you?” Steven spoke as he took the hand from his crotch and gripped my shoulder. I saw my reflection in the azure eyes that were focused on me. “I was going to talk to you- get your okay- before I would ever mention anyone screwing you. What I didn’t expect was him seeing you going into the Chapel cellar.” explained Steven. “You are right, I guess I jumped to conclusions. I was surprised when I saw him waiting for me, so there was no way you could have known that- I’m sorry.” I offered, in a remorseful tone. My Brother’s intention became clearer as Steven shared Bob’s confidential chat. about the frustrations put upon him by his prim and proper girlfriend. Coach Steven took it from there by telling the youth that sexual pleasure, without divulging too much, is all around us-if we look. Bob and the Coach walked the gravel track as the youth was told a different version of the “Facts of Life.”… “Bob, you don’t know what horny means until you have a pregnant wife. Remember, I’ve been screwing since I was younger than you.” he counseled. “Tricia (his girlfriend since Freshman year) won’t even give me a handjob-forget about a blowjob. She is locked at the knees too, so I can’t even slip a finger or two into her pussy.” he complained. “I’ve tried other holes when there was no pussy- some feel a hell of a lot better than any cunt.” Steven boasted. The stones kicked up as the new Half-Back stopped dead in his tracks. “You mean like Hookers? That’s too dangerous- especially when you’re only 15 years old. I was nervous enough thinking about getting a blowjob anonymously. from some stranger.” “Well. Bob, it actually be someone who knows you fairly well- enough to have picked your name off the list.” Steven revealed. “You mean your Brother Johnny?” asked Bob. It was Steven’s turn to react in shock. “Uhhh, Johnny? What do you mean?” my Brother stammered in feigned ignorance. “Don’t worry Coach! I’ve kinda thought he leaned that way for a while now. I’m not too quick to tell anyone. In fact it made me think about a lot of things lately. I never thought of doing anything with guys- well that is, until istanbul travesti now!” Bob said in an honest and reassuring conviction. “I like your Brother- he’s an awesome artist, smart as hell and a great guy. I’d do nothing to hurt him- or let anyone else hurt him. But, ummm Coach, since I’ve never seen him out with any girls- I kind of had suspicions he was…” continued the youth before Steven interrupted. “Queer? That is not a word I like: it’s used too often to hurt guys that are just being themselves. Yeah, Johnny prefers guys- I’ve known a lot of them, some were my friends. But I’d break any one of them in half if they hurt my little Brother.” the Coach stated with a steely eyed stare that spoke volumes about the Brothers’ bond. “Coach- could I meet up with Brother on Saturday? You see- I need to get this horniness out of me before the Sunday game. I kind of hoped he’d blow me again- but if you are not okay with that, I’ll understand and honor your decision. Honestly, I don’t know if I could trust myself now that I know he maybe would let me get a shot at his ass, if you know what I mean, Coach.” Bob admitted with head bowed in show of embarrassment, though there was a very visible prominence in his crotch. To the boy’s great surprise, his Coach placed a reassuring hand on his right shoulder, the fingers pressing into the material of the Letterman’s jacket. Bob looked up to see his Coach’s clear blue eyes and the slight smile of understanding. His Coach’s soothing words emboldened the 15 year old testosterone filled Jock to take a walk on the wild side- a new sexual experience minus the baggage of labels. His star Half-back was offered an afternoon of no-holds barred pleasure with a wet mouth and or even tight hole. “Whatever is cool with Johnny is cool with me buddy.” Steven said with a punctuating chuckle and comforting shake of the shoulder… “That’s all I said as we walked off the field.” concluded Steven. It brought me back to the years when Steven’s blue balled buddies were grateful for those afternoons spent with one or two cocks being pumped into me as we lay splayed on the living room rug. Steven, my protective Brother, would sit back-naked-stroking his soon-to-be 10+ inch cock, from balls to crimson head. The loose foreskin flesh sheath glazed with pre seminal sap. But that was six years 6 years ago- 6 years filled with my own sexual adventures. I was no longer his horny little puppy who assumed the position when needed- well maybe…sort of…To be honest- I LOVED IT! Now at 15 I had the chance to be a Jock’s fuck-puppet- his chance to loose his virginity with the help of his Coach- yeah, just another All-American coming of age story. Robert James Kennedy, Sophomore Athletic Golden Boy, 72 inches of hormone pulsing muscle, from reddish blonde curly locks to light freckles accenting the dimples of a bright white smile. Bob was the High School Poster Boy- newly picked as the Gael’s Half-Back. Always adorned with one or two girls hanging off his arms with their wet pussies unavailable for his hard Irish shelagh. His legacy came from a long heritage of grid-iron gods. His older brother Tommy, now College Freshman superstar, had tempted me with the bulge trapped behind his zipper for years- even before I met Bob. My Freshman and Sophomore years were filled with temptation as I sat alphabetically behind Bob’s wide shoulders. Unlike typical Jocks, he was open, friendly- a happy guy who liked everyone- even the artistic, intelligent blonde green-eyed kid who happened to be the Coach’s Brother. Little glimpses were shown even before that basement blow job from behind the Confessional curtain. They came in the form of flirty comments, admiring looks at the semi-nude gods in my work- even suggestions for anatomical details for my drawings. Steven’s assurances of normal sexual teenage curiosity, added to my lust, bonded together in a resolution to relieve my classmate’s urges. I turned to leave the Equipment Room, a little more confident of what to expect on Saturday. “Thanks Steven, I know you’ll always have my back.” I said as I put my arms around him in a fraternal hug. But Steven’s hands pulled me in tighter, longer, as he looked in my eyes. “I’m always here for you here little Brother.” Steven whispered as he brushed the hair off my eyes before planting a gentle kiss on my forehead. I broke our hold and left the building by way of the main corridor. Once I was on the street leading to the classrooms my mind switched from slut to student once again. Steven was left alone to his thoughts. In my Brother’s mind came echoes of July. 1969- when he first popped my cherry ass. Then listening to his little Brother’s stories of “adventures” with the three Pennell brothers, Chris and his father, the Cote brothers, anonymous hook-ups in the Park Restrooms, and the bathroom stalls Victory Theater, fed his hunger to have his Brother’s asslips closing around the base of his fuck-stick. A few days ago he unleashed some of that carnal hunger in the form of giving his 15 year old brother a merciless ass-pounding on the front seat of his Pontiac. The talk between Bob about sexual fulfillment and the feel of his embrace of his brother stirred the embers left from the last time his balls gushed out his cock lava. Saturday was to be a special day- but maybe not only for Player 66. The sheer sexual overload was fixed in his mind. Donna, his beautiful wife, tried her best to satisfy his desires- but now nearly full term in a pregnancy, he often was left with a continuous raging hardon that no amount of wrist action seemed to ease. Hearing Bob’s frustrated desires were a mirror image of his own sexual needs. The weekend couldn’t come soon enough. Saturday Morning, 7:00 AM… I walked down the apartment block steps wearing a t-shirt and shorts to see my Brother’s car idling at the curb. The morning air was refreshing but still bore the remnants of a warmer Summer. Working for a few hours at the School was great- especially since it was a casual dress situation. My frayed jean cut-offs would not be an issue-even without the constriction of underwear. “Hey Johnny! Going my way?” he called from the driver’s window. “You bet!” was my short response as I trotted around to the passenger’s side door. He was wearing his Tracksuit jacket emblazoned with “Coach.” Around the sinewed neck hung the whistle and stop watch he wore to all of the pregame practices. “Why so early?” I asked him as my ass hit the front seat. “Paperwork before practice, paperwork after practice, boring shit, but it needs to be done.” Steven groaned under raised eyebrows. “Sorry to hear that- but I appreciate the ride.” The drive to the School on Chestnut Street was lacking in brotherly banter- it was almost on the edge of uncomfortable. Finally I tried to change the mood. “So, How are things going Coach? We never get to hangout much- even Mom and Dad mentioned how they miss you and Donna on Sundays.” I chirped up. “They’re not missing much- her last month has been a real bitch- so is she for that matter. But I really miss our Brother times.” Steven answered, as his right hand firmly squeezed my thigh just below the crease and folds of my shorts leading to my crotch. Moist droplets formed at my piss slit now pushing free of the fleshy lips of the foreskin. Before it went any further, we were in the parking lot. “Thanks for the ride Steven. Duty calls! I can’t keep Mr. Manijak waiting.” I said as my hardon and I exited the car. “Remember- 1 o’clock at the field. Don’t keep Bob waiting- okay?” Steven called out as I walked to the side door. Hours had been spent last Friday decorating the auditorium for the pregame Pep Rally that was held the following afternoon. The old rivalry between Chicopee Comprehensive High School and Holyoke Catholic was on full display bedecked with streamers, banners, silhouettes of helmets and the 35 athletes- all the trappings of team spirit. But the cheering, clapping and foot stomping were mere echoes the next day. Now, Saturday morning, myself and the four other Maintenance boys tackled the job of cleaning up the confetti- crepe paper apocalypse that was strewn over the Auditorium. One by one, we filled trash barrels that then needed to be put out for collection. My arms and legs strained from the repeated trips up the stairs and then down with the weighty containers. Who knew paper crap could weigh so much! After a few hours, as it neared 11 o’clock, I felt a renewed energy coming from my growing cock hunger- the semen in my balls boiling like a steam engine wiped away the fatigue in my limbs. “Hey Johnny, could you bring over a few boxes of paper towels to the Gym Supply Room before heading home.” called Mr. Manijak as I passed the Maintenance Room. “No problem Mr. M.” I responded. “I’ll see you on Monday.” “…Or after Mass tomorrow- remember.” he chided me about being a good Catholic boy. I chuckled to myself thinking, little did he know what this fellow Parishioner would be doing in the next few hours. It was a short jog across to the Gym Building. It took a little juggling with the boxes to unlock the side door which led to the Showers. The team had already cleared out after a short practice, affording them time to rest for Sunday’s face-off. The dressing area was heavy with steam and testosterone- an intoxicating scent that filled me from head to balls. The paper towels were stored away already when I heard a familiar voice. “Hey little Brother! I thought you’d be up at the field. I think Bob was already headed out after his shower.” Steven said as I entered the Team Room which was lined with blackboards and cabinets. The Coach was at his desk, wearing grey sweatpants and matching sweat-shirt that was cut- shoulder to armpits- leaving his deltoids and biceps in full exposure. Recent weight room time had sculpted the flesh of his limbs to muscular perfection. The thick vein pulsed, cresting down the oval of his upper arm. The forearm was a cable of muscle and tendons coated with the black soft hairs. The hair on his head was the same raven color, twisted and tangled in thick long locks down that passed the nape of his neck. The luxurious dark mane made the blue of his eyes stand out even more. The worn fleece fabric of his shirt, perhaps a size, or two too small stretched over his torso. The half-dollar sized nipples formed hard piercing points through the cloth. In the simplest of descriptions- he was damn sexy! My hormones and his enticing male pheromones were too powerful to resist. I took all of this in as I walked towards where he stood. Each step sent blood to my swelling 7.5 inch prick that snaked into the right leg of my shorts- made more obvious by my going “commando.” “So, you’re ready for whatever happens- huh?” he asked in a deep lusty voice- his eyes gave me a look I knew well. I stepped even closer- soon so close I was able to feel the warmth of his breath on my cheeks. The carnal cauldron had been boiling between my Brother and myself all week- begining with that “long ride home” he gave me earlier in the week. Before we could get a second go at it, he let me initiate the ritual of anonymous fellatio for his players in the Chapel under-chamber. Then came the unexpected turn when Kennedy saw me heading to the basement door in order to conceal myself behind the curtain. He took advantage of the situation by asking for a second session on Saturday afternoon. It seemed everyone was getting a chance of sexual exercise- that is, everyone but my very horny stud of a Brother. Now, just over an hour before my rendezvous at the playing field, I was standing face to face with him- our fixed mutual gaze completing the uncontrollable attraction. “You know I’m always ready.” I replied in a hushed seductive voice, as I ran the tip of my tongue along the edge of my lower lip. Steven gripped a handful of my t-shirt in his clenched fist as my right hand instinctively sought my siblings ample manhood. The swelling length of his ass-rammer and heavy egg-sized testicles was encased in the mesh fabric of his athletic supporter. The flesh tube arched up against the cloth restraint. As my fingers massaged the mound at his crotch, I could feel the length and girth of the tubesteak spasm- allowing the plum-sized glands to expand above the elastic waist of the jockstrap. Steven was blessed with a loose, ample covering of foreskin that formed a cup-like vessel, even at full erection. The seeping ooze from his balls collected like morning dew in leaves. Pressure from my hand sent the fluid cascading over the rim. In seconds I felt the dampness of his cock juice leaking through the fabric of his track pants. My Brother’s mouth latched down over mine in a wild forward thrust of his head- his body pressed me back towards the wood paneled wall. The force brought a loud “thud” as my head and back hit the wall- driven by the momentum of Steven’s passion possessed body. His steel tendoned hand gripped my neck as his tongue invaded my open mouth in a fierce attack of liberated desire. We grunted in unison as his face twisted as he sucked in my expelled panting. The stubble of his facial growth felt like sandpaper on my 15 year old flesh. I was left breathless when his lips disengaged and he rasped his intentions in my ear. “I hope Bob doesn’t mind a serving of ‘sloppy seconds’ little Brother.” he huffed My hand pulled free of his sweatpants as Steven pivoted my body from the wall to the table top- my heaving chest pinned to the surface by the firm grip on the nape of my neck. I grabbed at the metal rimmed edge with white knuckles as his left hand twisted under me, kneading my all-too engorged teenage cock. After some adjustments, my shorts were tugged down and off- exposing the firm cheeks of my ass. In a single swift action, his feet pushed my out-spread legs apart- sneakers planted firm on the grey painted concrete floor. The warm damp air of the basement kissed the bare skin of my exposed butt. Steven released his hand grip from the back of my neck as he crouched on his haunches- his face was right in position to see my spasming anal starfish- fresh and willing. My Brother’s hot breath teased kadıköy travesti the flexing sphincter before he hooked up a generous wad of spit which was fired dead center into my asshole. I twisted my head to look over my right shoulder into the lascivious grinning face of my big horny Brother. Steven sucked on his extended forefinger, wetting the digit in his warm saliva from knuckle to tip. He sprang up swiftly as the finger pressed through the rosebud. “You want this don’t you- you fuckin’ little slut!” Steven barked as the first was joined by a second expanding finger. The one free hand worked frantically- tearing away in an effort to get his sweats and jockstrap down his hips. My body was pressed to the hard formica surface by the weight of his body. I gripped on the metal framing of the table as Steven shifted – arching his solid muscled frame. The now free 10+ inch cum shaft swayed over the two weighty balls as he eyed his gaping target. “Yeah, fuck me Brother! Do it!” I called out from my prone position- his clenched fist was like a battering ram thrust into the small of my back. I felt like the prey of some large wild beast- trapped, waiting to be pounced upon. I squirmed out of my t-shirt in anticipation of being worked over savagely by my sexual mentor. A thick dribble of spit left his lips- stretching before breaking off to drop into my cock hungry hole. Several times I felt the heavy swat of my Brother’s vein corded fuck stick against the cheek of my ass as the flesh-on-flesh contact made a obscene sounding “thwack.” The precum ooze left a slime trail as Steven dragged the pulsing phallus into striking position. “Oh yeah, I’m gonna fuck you up good before I turn you over to Bob.” “Is that a promise, Coach?” a low questioning voice blended over our labored breathing. I raised my eyes as my chin pressed into the hard Formica surface to see a six foot figure leaning against the Team Room door frame- still partially hidden in the dim locker room light. The orange striped jersey was covering the strapping torso of a young athlete, firmly standing on long powerful legs bound in a pair of worn Levis. As the intruder made a step forward, both my Brother and I remained frozen in place- making no attempt to change position or conceal the scene of carnal expression. We were too far gone along the path to satiating our own desires to be stopped by this interloper. Especially since his face bore every sign of an equal craving to give in to the urges that had taken control of his imagination. Now, in front of his emerald eyes was a flesh and blood tableau of the young man’s sexual fantasies. The damp wavy blonde locks of his hair seemed threaded with gold in the light as Bob Kennedy stepped closer to the desk. His glimmering gaze was focused on where I was sprawled like a sacrificial lamb. At first glance, I could see a flush of excitement bloom over his freckled features. There was his 24 year old Coach preparing to mount his 15 year old sibling like a rutting hound. A sly yet subtle lusty smile danced between the youth’s dimples. The more evident response to what he was witnessing was the strain in his crotch. “I guess the party started early.” commented Bob as a large teenage paw kneaded the pulsing mass to the left of the button down fly. “I, ugh, saw your car in the lot and thought I’d, ugh, check in before I went to the Field.” he added. My hands pressed the table surface in an effort to give me the needed leverage to get on my feet. But my efforts were arrested as Steven’s right hand gripped me by the scruff of the neck in a restraining grip. Bob stared at my Brother’s fuck-stick as he stroked it to full butt-ravaging hardness; the flesh sheath slipping back exposeing the dark crimson glands- not a single word was exchanged between player and Coach, yet it seemed very clear that both were more than ready for an afternoon of cum-shooting. I was more than prepared to let them use me in any way they wanted in order to quench the fires that burned in the deep of their balls. “Hhhmmmn, you see, uhhhh Johnny’s good to go if you are.” huffed my big Brother as he slapped his hard 10+ incher against the globes of my ass. Steven’s cock swelled into a hot-to-the-touch pulsing column of flesh. The skin cover had surrendered to the swell of his head as it spit out a stream of preseminal. I gave out an exaggerated hiss as a response to Steven’s obscene invitation. Pressing the edge of the table, I pulled closer to where my friend stood- riveted to the floor. “Yeah, let me give you some help there Bob, it looks like you’re ready for some attention.” I offered as I ran my stretched hands against the waistband of his Jeans. Well trained finger’s worked to unsnap his binding denim pants. A clear wanton desire radiated across my buddy’s features- a look so recognizable among horny teenagers. The High School Gridiron god pulled up his jersey free, giving us a full view of the v-shape Adonis belt that tapered, disappearing into the top band of his jeans. Bob’s tendoned fingers dipped under the waistbands of both Levis and briefs as I popped the last button of his overstraining fly. The fabric parted, releasing the cotton covered upturned shaft of Bob’s 7-plus-inch pride. The circumcised cock head pressed against the elastic of his packed tighty-whities. It didn’t take much exertion on my part to pull the briefs away from the hard-muscled waist in order to release the impressive length of teen meat. Pronounced blue throbbing veins laced the shaft- feeding the turgid vertical flesh column. Crowning the split inverted cone shape, the glands were anointed by a glistening dewdrop of boy-juice, heavy enough to slowly slide over the bell shape of the teen prick head. My grasping, hugging grip left little resistance as the underwear and jeans were worked lower past his hips. Bob suppressed sexual instincts kicked in as he sidled closer to where I lay flat on my stomach- ass in the air. I looked like one of the dissecting frogs from Biology class! Behind my wide spread legs- there was Steven, needing to unload the fluids seething in his heavy ball sack- looking into the lust-glazed eyes of his newly designated Half-Back as he moved closer between my outstretched thighs. Bob was a sight to be adored. The defined expanse of pectoral muscles, capped with ginger oval nipples and the segmented abs like carved Italian marble, almost glowed in the limited illumination. One tendoned hand dipped into his underwear and It looked to be over seven inches, with a thickness that would be a handful even though it was still in a semi-hard state. He worked the restricting threads lower. The tighty whities and trousers were dragged over his sinewy thunder thighs as his hands shoved them his ankles. In a show of bravado, Bob slapped the shaft of his schlong against the open palm of his left hand sending out a splatter of pre-cum. “Go for it Bob! Two hungry holes need a good workout.” Steven urged in a deep lust filled voice, all too powerful for the teen boy not to obey. To initiate the first contact, I stretched my head forward.- mouth open-tongue extended. The glistening knob of Bob’s cock crown was so close to my wanting lips. Inch by inch his sneakers squeaked along the floor as his skin flute was drawn to my satisfying mouth. The boy’s face was a mix of apprehension, wonderment, and strongest of all- the undeniable burning mask of sexual desire. Here he stood- face to face with his naked Coach- both sporting hardons that rivaled any rhinoceros horn. All awkwardness of a naked youth and adult disappears the moment he sees Steven’s 10+ inch cum-gun, hood retracted and oozing a steady cascade of nut juices. This was now three rutting carnal animals- teens and adults- lost to the will of their basest hungers. The smell of anticipated sex permeated enclosed office space- the outside silence of the deserted building adding to the mood. The flat of my tongue received the first flesh to flesh contact as the split of his plum head. It skimmed effortlessly with the help of lubricating precum. The sweet, salty trickle awakened my taste buds. My upper lip clamped down around the shaft-just passed the pronounced ridge of the circumcised teen meat giving my tongue the opportunity to give the undershaft a massage. “UUUUUUUGHHHHHHHHHHH, Fuck! that feels awesome!” were the first words Bob uttered since his comments when he walked into the door. At the halfway point of the shaft’s length, the boy felt an electrifying shock run through him- heel to head. It was as if he had suddenly awakened in a new body- excited and alive. He looked over to Coach Steven who appeared in a totally new light to the teen. The sexual magnetism between man and boy was contagious. As my mouth, throat and tongue ministrated to the hard 7 1/2 inches flexing in gullet- Bobby took in the sinewy body of his 24 year old coach. This was not the body he glimpsed in the team showers. Tense sweaty muscles honed by years of baseball twisted under the tanned skin. The half dollar size areolas were bullet hard in the dark matted chest hair. The rock solid pectoral muscles heaved rhythmically to the coaches labored breath. The six-pack abdomen was bisect by a line of ebony hair the thin at the navel,only too spread down to the pubic crest. But most riveting of all was the one-eyed monster firmly gripped in the Coach’s fist. Over ten inches of hard corded flesh gleamed with preseminal juices as the soft velvet flesh sheath slipped up and down the length causing more thick streams of man nectar to be expelled. His hard knuckles were glazed with his own essence as the fingers stretched to hold the girth of the soda can circumference of manhood. Bob had seen this same sexual energy on his Uncle’s farm as a prize bull was about to mount the neighbor’s heffer. Bob returned to earth when he felt the shaft of his prick being squeezed by my esophagus. I had tears in my eyes as his cock rammed into me. Soon my nose was buried in the flaming chestnut curls of pubic hair. His well developed thighs pressed the desk’s metal rim as his pear shaped ball sack rested against my chin. As I gasped for air I was able to swath the balls with my tongue one at a time. The slight sway of his pelvis caused his brawny frame to bump the table as he took his time feeding me his rod. A size 12 sneaker clad foot smacked the table top as my brother’s bent leg was hoisted up. His free hand massaged my ass lips while the other stroked his cum-cobra to maximum rigor. Squatting over my lower nude torso- one leg on the desktop the other planted firmly on the cement floor- he took his position to ram his cock into my ass chute. The snout of his ass-rammer nudged at my anal ring. But more spit was needed to break through the sphincter. Steven brought up a thick load of saliva and hocked it point blank into my winking rosebud. The drool seeped in slowly. “This may need a little more.” Steven announced sternly. His strong left grip latched on the nape of Bob’s neck- much to the boy’s shock. “Here, you honk in s good wad into that ass for me buddy,” the Coach directed as he pulled Bob over my naked back. As ordered, Bob cleared his lungs and spat out a juicy wad into the crevice of my ass. The fluids were warm and viscous as they trickled around the rim of my anticipating sphincter. Steven now pushed in- popping through the ass muscles with the glossy head of his unsheathed prick. There was an immediate sensation of searing pain that paralyzed my body. Then, after a brief pause, Steven shifted his squatting body forward- slipping another few inches into my adjusting rectum. My gasps and groans escaped me through clenched teeth having dislodged from Bob’s slicked hardon when the monster cock pressed into my anal lips. Another inch thrust in as my head shot up from the faux wood surface- mouth agape- stricken in a silent scream. Bob stepped back slightly- his quivering 7 1/2 inch wagged in front of my face, slick with the mucuosy residue of the interupted throat fuck. I gazed up to assess my classmates’ reaction to the sight of my Brother’s drilling into my ass chute. This had to be the teenager’s first exposure to a gay sex- let alone between siblings. Yet the expected look of revulsion or disgust was absent. Bob’s expression was one of wonderment, curiosity and brazen teenage desire. His green eyes glimmered like gemstones as he watched with open mouth as my Brother pressed on-making that 10+ inch flesh log disappear up my asspussy. It was like he was witnessing some unbelievable feat of magic. He watched as Steven’s muscles tensed and undulated as he crouched- one leg pivoted over my sweat glazed body. The soda bottle thick cum-boa seemed to slide it relentlessly into a 15 year old butt hole. The air finally returned to my lungs just as the last few inches of cock sank into me. I could feel Steven’s pubic hair pressing into my tender ass cheeks. Now was the moment that I was able to bellow in response to oh-so-welcome anal intruder. My wail echoed in the empty gym basement. The startled Half-Back looked at me in shock- only to have his unnerving to be allayed by my smile of satisfaction on my lips as I took in my Brother’s cock – ball’s deep. The damp air in the room was energized with the smell of sweat and sex. Steven shifted on his haunches- readying his body to let loose a full assault on his Brother’s sweet butt. He had waited long enough to expel the pent up sexual frustration. The hard fuck he threw into me on the mountain road some dsys ago was only a taste of the carnal hunger that burned in his gut. Slowly, several inches of his steel-hard cock pulled out of my rectal tunnel- only to be forced back in with an added intensity. In response, I reached out and grabbed Bob’s erect teen meat with full intent to swallow every inch. My left hand massaged his velvety nut sack as his dripping penis slid back into my mouth. Tongue and lips explored every inch of his young manhood. “OOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHFUUUUUUUUUUUCK! Johnny! that’s amazing! Fuuuuuuuck.” exclaimed brawny 15 year old as every ridge and vein of his pulsing cock was orally explored. “Yeah! Get that dick good and hard you fuckin’ slut bakırköy travesti boy!” barked Steven. “I’m gonna get this ass good and primed for you! Once you fuck this boy-pussy you’ll never want some bitch’s cunt!” He added in a commanding voice. The intensity and tempo of Steven’s hip thrusts increased with each word. The metal legs scraped the cement floor as the whole table rattled and swayed as my Brother drove into me while my head rocked away on Bob’s cock. “Oh Shit Yeah! like that- don’t stop!” He huffed as he battered away at my tonsils. He stretched his muscled football player’s torso as he pulled off his jersey. The shirt was tossed aside as he revealed the pale smooth skin that rippled over his body. My hand’s couldn’t resist running over the segmented abs and up to the rust colored nipples. The perspiration sheen on his body gave his body a glow under the fluorescent light. The sounds in the basement halls echoed of grunts, moans,creaking of furniture and the hard slapping of flesh on flesh. My big Brother was near his climax as his breathing grew labored and ragged. “AHHHHHHHHHHHHH FUUCK MAN, YOU HAVE A SWEET HOLE LITTLE BROTHER!” Steven cried out. His hard finger’s dug into the firm flesh of my hips as his horse-meat pulled out almost to the unhooded tip. Like a jackhammer it pounded back by pressing the pubic bone into my ass cheeks. He arched his back and shook his head- sending out a drizzle of sweat from his raven curls. The spray fell on Bob’s chest and across my back. “Fuuuuuck man!!!!! I’m close, guys! You want my jizz? You want my hot cum in you!!?? Huh? Shitttt!!!! Oh fuck yes! Yes! Ughhhhh Yeah!” Steven gasped out. “GGGGGGRRRRRRRRRRR!!!FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK YEAAAAAAHHHH! I’M GONNA BLOW UGH YEAH! UGH YEAH! TAKE IT ALL!!!!” Steven bellowed like a wild beast. His body tensed and convulsed as his cock buried deep in me swelled and fired off blast after blast of hot semen. He was rigid except for a tremble every few seconds. Slowly his breathing returned to a steady rhythm. Bob had paused in battering of my gullet the moment Steven cried out the arrival of his eminent orgasm. The teenager watched in amazement as his Coach fucked the crap out of his own Brother. To his surprise, the action of Steven dumping a load in my guts made him hornier. His balls tensed as his sperm roiled in his flesh sack. “Pheeeeeew! wooooooaaaaah! O.K. Kennedy you ready! It’s time to go in the game!” Steven declared as he dismounted from the table- punctuating his comments with a throaty chuckle and load slap on my ass. My asshole was gaping wide, raw and leaking a trickle of my Brother’s DNA. Steven walked around to Bob’s side of the desk, his cum gun still in a state of erection. He grabbed his star player by the arm and pulled him forward. Steven knelt down and pulled off the kids sneakers; then the tangle of Levis and briefs. Now he was as naked as Steven and myself, though unsure of what the Coach had in store. That was answered when my Brother flipped me on my back like a rag doll- then rotated me 90 degrees so that my ass was now facing the slightly bewildered Kennedy. My sweaty body squeaked over the table top as I pulled my legs up while being spun around. I now felt like a Thanksgiving day turkey ready to be devoured. My Brother returned to the opposite side of the desktop facing his horny Half-Back. I looked up to see his pulsing cock swaying like a pendulum over my face. He gave me a lewd grin as he looked down at me. He extended his arms to grip me by the ankles pulling them towards him- jack-knifing my body. Bob was positioned at the opposite side, facing my ass. With my legs drawn apart like a wishbone, I was positioned, my boy-pussy presented,ready for another pounding. But now it was to come from the virginal Bob Kennedy. “Well, it’s all yours Bobby Boy- stretched and lubed up for you.” Steven directed. “Shove that cock in there and ride his ass hard- he can take it!” my Brother added just as Bob moved closer- stroking his rock-hard cock. The veined rod was slick with my spit and his oozing ball sap. One step and he was in position with his flaring cockhead aimed at the wet ass lips- still open from Steven’s energetic battering. The first sensation I felt was the strawberry shaped glands pressing into the welcoming sphincter. The muscles eased apart as the head pushed inside. “UHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” was all that Bob uttered. I gasped not so much in response to the new invader- but rather from the residual sesanstions of my Brother’s fucking. Kennedy pressed his pelvis forward- feeding the 7 1/2 inch skin flute into pulsing walls of my rectum. The copious amounts of my Brother’s cum deposit allowed him to ease in in a steady forward motion. I flexed the muscles of my poop chute to clench down around the shaft as it continued its momentum. My friend didn’t stop until his hairless scrotum met my butt. “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! GAAAAAAWD! moaned Bob in reaction to the flood of sensations being conducted through him via his fuck-stick. The pleasure centers of his brain were in overload- his legs trembled. “Johnny, your ass feels soooo good! God!” exclaimed the Jock. Now, he put into play all the fantasies that had collected in his head since his first wet dream. With clenched fists at his side- he rocked his pelvis gently slipping his dick in and out of the rectum. With two inches left he reversed the movement letting the cum coated ass walls accept his hardon. Each repeated swing of the hips was given more speed and thrust. “Daaaaaaaaaaaaaamn your ass is sweet buddy” Bob moamed- his eyes half closed in the throws of ecstasy. “Ohhhhhh yeah, mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm, so hot!” “Pound that hole! Don’t hold back! Let him feel that meat!” spurred on his Coach. The words of encouragement resulted in a more animated fuck that made me feel the full magnitude of his cock’s power. Balls slapped flesh as we competed to out-moan the other. “Fuck me! Please give it to me Bob. Pound me hard!” I pleaded as I took my rock hard 7 1/2 incher in hand. I stroke to the rhythm of his pumping. My testiclecls contstricted in the loose sack- framing the root of my meat-stick. The foreskin slipped back and forth sending out a steady stream of boy sap. The ridges between my flexing abs were puddled with sweet pre-cum. Reaching full fucking speed- Bob grabbed my ankles to get leverage. Steven’s hands were now free to give attention to his own cock, which had remained stiff and rigid- even after dumping a load in his Brother’s ass less than 30 minutes ago. His firm grip traveled the length of the 10+ inches milking the preseminal juices in his low swing ball bag. My face was directly below this lustful sight. I extended my head upward in order to tease the undershaft of my Brother’s cum-boa with the tip of my tongue. Steven gave me that lust filled smile that I knew so well. “Hummmmph!”Hummmmph!”Hummmmph! So amazing! grunted Bob as his cock plunged deep into me pressing the magic spot- my prostate. My body shivered and quaked in response to an imminent hands-free orgasm. My ass walls clamped down on the cock burrowing in me with every punch at the g-spot. Several more lunges and I was past the point of restraint. “SHIIIIIIIITTTTTTT! HERE IT COMES! OH GOD, YEAH! I’M THERE!” I cried out as rope after rope of my sweet cock syrup arched in the air, splattering my Brother’s torso as well as mine. The result of my climax was translated to my ass muscles- milking Bob’s cock like a tight fist. In short order, the teenager’s 6 foot frame trembled with a feeling he had never experienced. He threw back his head and rammed on to the 50 yard line. “Fucuuuuuuck man! Uggh- Uggh- Uggh- Ugh, I can’t hold back!!!!!!” “I’m gonna cum! OOOOOOOOOOOHHHH YEAH! SHIT! I’M CUMMING!!!! I’M CUMMING! I’M CUMMING!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!” he howled as his voice cascaded through the empty halls. Jet after jet of hot jizz blasted deep into me- bathing my guts in his sperm. I had barely recovered from my earlier orgasm when my body trembled with pleasure at being the vessel of the virgin boy’s first fuck. We were both breathless as his semi-hard cock withdrew from my rectal sheath. Weak and spent, the Jock collapsed backwards, landing ass down on the glossy cement floor. But this was not the end of his initiation into sex. Steven sprung around to the other side of the table- keeling between where I lay on the desk and the recovering athlete. Crouch down, my Brother spread my ass cheeks -plunging his tongue deep into my abused hole. Steven licked out the mix of cum, his and Bob’s, from my ass. I help by pushing out the sperm blend. Satiated from his jizz feast, Steven stood up and pulled my limp body off the table- to stand pressed against his naked body. By this time, Bob was able to stagger to his feet, leaning on his Coach. Suddenly Steven grabbed my throat and brought my face to his. Instinctively, my lips went to his as he opened his mouth to feed me the felched cum. Tongues tangled as the fluids were exchanged in a deep passionate kiss. Bob stood-riveted and mesmerised- watching the incestuos kiss that only lovers share; the lips and tongues basted with semen. He suddenly felt a burning desire to share in that passion. He broke apart our Brotherly embrace as he grabbed his Coach’s face. With an unbridled desire, Bob pressed his mouth over Steven’s. The sweet salty sex juices blended with their saliva as the let loose in a kiss. He then grabbed my neck and pulled me into an equally passionate kiss. Not to be left out, my Brother pressed his face into ours and initiated a three-way battle of tongue and lips. Three naked sweat coated bodies collapsed in a tangled embrace onto the Formica desktop. We may have even dozed off in this position-exhausted from our encounter. Some time after we pulled apart and dragged our cum and perspiration coated bodies to the Team Shower room. Bob, Steven and I stood under the invigorating jets of water. Mutual soaping led to a second session of frenzied making out before we grabbed our towels and headed back to the Team Room in relative silence to retrieve our discarded clothing. Refreshed and dressed, the three of us exited the Gym building, with my Brother locking the doors behind us. “Come on guys! Pile in and I’ll give you rides home.” Steven offered. “Sounds great Coach!” Bob chirped up. “I call shotgun!” I exclaimed as I ran to the yellow Pontiac. I wondered how Bob was taking in what just went down between us. This was far more intense than a BJ- yet he seemed at ease- even happy. He chatted away as we drove the 10 minutes to his house. He was excited about Sunday’s game and talked about the imminent victory. Often we made eye contact that lingered with a playful smile. His Celtic features added to his look of sexy mischievousness. “Your home Champ!” my Brother called out as the car pulled into the Kennedy’s driveway. “Thanks Coach! We are ready for tomorrow-for sure!” Bob declared as he jumped out of. the backseat. He then trotted around to the front passenger window and leaned inside. “I had an amazing afternoon! You’ll never know how much this meant to me! It opened a new world for me!” Bob said in an earnest heartfelt tone. For a moment, he straightened up and checked the street. Then the Jock leaned back in and kissed me tenderly on the cheek. “I hope to see you at the game buddy.” he said in a hushed voice as he looked into my eyes. “I’ll be there and around later too” I answered with the addition of a suggestive wink. Bob was already at his front door as Steven pulled away from the curb. We drove in silence until he reached the end of the street. He then turned the car in the opposite direction from the usual route home. I looked over at him and was about to say something- when he spoke. “You don’t mind taking the ‘long way home’, do you little Brother?” Steven cheerily asked in a voice that thinly veiled his true intentions. His left hand reached over and massaged the firm mound in my crotch. “Definitely Brother, the country air will be invigorating.” I answered as my hand reached over and squeezed the flesh column traveling down the leg of Steven’s sweatpants. We both broke into a laugh as he drove towards the secluded mountain road. Coming Next: Chapter 15: “He Shoots! He Scores!” — JSAK ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Others stories by John S-A Kwiatkowski: CONFESSIONS OF A HORNY CATHOLIC BOY Chapter 1: HOW IT ALL BEGAN….Lesson One (GAY INCEST) CONFESSIONS OF A HORNY CATHOLIC BOY Chapter 2:Getting My Cherry Popped… (GAY INCEST) CONFESSIONS OF A HORNY CATHOLIC BOY Chapter 3: The Pennell Brothers. The Lessons Continue:(GAY INCEST) CONFESSIONS OF A HORNY CATHOLIC BOY Chapter 4: “Steven Shares My Ass” (GAY INCEST) CONFESSIONS OF A HORNY CATHOLIC BOY Chapter 5: ” My Best Buddy’s Brothers Do Me.” (GAY INCEST) CONFESSIONS OF A HORNY CATHOLIC BOY Chapter 6: “Uncle Takes Us For A Swim or How Steven Looses His Cherry” (GAY INCEST) CONFESSIONS OF A HORNY CATHOLIC BOY Chapter 7: “Orgy at Hanging Rock or Brother Love in the Summer of ’69” (GAY INCEST) CONFESSIONS OF A HORNY CATHOLIC BOY Chapter 8: “My Friend’s Blue Balls” GAY INCEST,ADULT YOUTH) CONFESSIONS OF A HORNY CATHOLIC BOY Chapter 9: “My Friend, His, Dad,& a Coke Bottle” (GAY INCEST,ADULT) YOUTH) CONFESSIONS OF A HORNY CATHOLIC BOY Chapter 10: “The Last Temptation of Friar Felix.” (GAY INCEST,ADULT) YOUTH) CONFESSIONS OF A HORNY CATHOLIC BOY Chapter 11: Assisting the New Cooach (GAY INCEST) CONFESSIONS OF A HORNY CATHOLIC BOY Chapter Twelve: “Taking A Rough Ride From The Coach” (GAY INCEST) THE HIGH SCHOOL YEARS CONFESSIONS OF A HORNY CATHOLIC BOY Chapter Thirteen: “A Tale of Two Bobs” (GAY INCEST) ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ And Johnny’s adventures continued…: CONFESSIONS OF A HORNY CATHOLIC BOY “Seducing The Married Blonde At The Park” (GAY ADULT/YOUTH) (The Continued Confessions of a Horny Catholic Boy) CONFESSIONS OF A HORNY CATHOLIC BOY “No Translation Required” (GAY INTERRACIAL) (The Continued Confessions of a Horny Catholic Boy) CONFESSIONS OF A HORNY CATHOLIC BOY “It Started at the Gay Bar” (GAY INTERRACIAL) (The Continued Confessions of a Horny Catholic Boy) DISCOVERING ISAAC- Chapter I: “ISAAC FINDS A LIBRARY LOVER.” (GAY ADULT/YOUTH) ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++