Salad Oil

Published on Jun 3, 1997

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SALAD OIL

Jack Sprat

I didn't know much about sex, or how good my body would feel when it was touched by someone else until I vacationed with my two cousins.

One summer, my aunt wrote my mom and invited me to spend some time in Oregon. My aunt lived in the country in deep forest land. It would be fun to get out of San Francisco and go somewhere which was absolutely different, and it had been years since I'd seen my cousins.

My cousins, Brad and Brent, immediately took me under their wing and showed me all about country life. I'd never shot a rifle and we did lots of target practice. Lots of times we would take long hikes into the woods listening to woodpeckers and seeing chattering squirrels running up and down trees. We occasionally spooked a deer which bounded away making crashing sounds as it fled. Once, we came across large tracks. We couldn't decide if it was a bear or a mountain lion.

We always took back packs when we hiked, each containing a lunch, usually consisting of a couple of sandwiches, cokes, bananas and a piece of cake for dessert. Once, we were pretty far into the forest when we found a secluded clearing. We decided it would be a good spot to stop and satisfy our hunger. As we ate, male talk started and jokes were told.

"Hell," said Brad. "Let's have a circle jerk."

Brad unzipped his pants. His pecker popped out and stood hard and upward.

"Good idea!" said Brent as he undid his belt, snapped the buttons open on his fly, bringing out his prick.

I watched as the boys pulled their peckers. I'd never seen another boys hard-on and I was fascinated watching them being pumped up and down.

"Come on, Joey, join us."

I was hard myself, but didn't know if I was ready to let the two see me. Their peckers had red tips. There was nothing different about mine, but I did feel very self conscious when I pulled mine out and my two friends looked at it. Brad moved next to me.

"Here. Let me feel it."

I gave a start as Brad's hand wrapped around me. It really tickled. I tried to pull his hand away, but Brad slowly kept stroking up and down. It started feeling better and better. Soon, I didn't want him to stop.

I'd never touched anothers cock, but now I had the urge to feel and explore. I put my hand on Brad's dick, stroked it, then reaching below I gently explored his sac. His prick was hard and warm and his balls felt real good.

Brent was jacking away, watching the whole scene. "Come on, Brad," why don't you suck him?"

Suck me?

Brad opened his mouth and moved down on me. His warm wet saliva tongue swirled around and across my tip making me go bananas. I pulled his head down for more. My crotch tingled with intensity. I could feel my cum working up my tube. My body shook as I spewed and spewed into his mouth. Wow! It was a new happening. I realized my hand that had been pulling on Brad was real sticky. I'd jacked him and he had come while he was sucking me.

Spent, we pulled up our pants and tried to get our thoughts on other things. We had a long hike back to get home. On the walk back, Brent asked if I enjoyed what I'd been learning about country living. I kind of gave a sheepish grin and nodded.

"Then, bring your sleeping bag up to the tree house tonight and we will show

you more," Brent said.


My aunt didn't give it a second thought when Brad and Brent said the three of us were going to sleep in the tree house. She was very happy that her sons had accepted their cousin and were all having such a good time together.

After dinner, we went to the tree house. Brad entered up through the floor crawl hole. My sleeping bag was relayed up the tree to him and pulled inside. Brent and I followed. We closed the trap door and pulled the carpet over it. We three were now concealed inside.

My cousins had done a real good job building this tree house. I guessed it was about eight by eight. It had a small table and a couple of box chairs. There were some pictures of naked women on the walls. We unrolled our three sleeping bags which made a real comfy pad on the floor.

I was very excited, yet a bit unsure about what was to happen. I felt it was going to be a lot more than what had happened at lunch time.

My cousins sat and each took off their shoes and stockings. I was asked to do the same. Each slipped off their shirts, baring their naked chests. I followed. We all stood just wearing our pants. Our bulges were showing. "O.K., Joey. You get to undress Brent," Brad said.

I sat on a box and Brent stood in front of me. I undid his belt and opened his fly. I was getting harder by the minute. I pulled his pants to his ankles. Brent stepped out of them and stood in white briefs, his hard boyhood pressing against the basket. I moved my hands inside his waistband and slowly pulled downwards. His peter tip appeared first. I stopped there, admiring its swollen size before I continued. Next his hard shaft and patch of crotch hair appeared. Sliding farther, his sac came into view holding his two boy balls. Brent stood naked after stepping out of his briefs.

"O.K., Brent. Now you undress me", said Brad.

I watched Brent as he went through the same procedure. When Brad's shorts were pulled down, I walked behind him to look at his sexy butt. It really turned me on.

"Your turn, Joey," Brad said. Brad sat in the box and Brent stood behind me. I felt self conscious and embarrassed as I felt my zipper pulled down and my pants dropped. I wanted to melt when my shorts were pulled off. All three of us now stood in the buff each supporting hard-ons.

Brad reached to my crotch, gently fondled my balls and ran a spitted finger across my tip. Brent, who was behind ran his finger up and down my crack. My buns were spread and his eyes feasted on my young pucker. I was docily led atop the sleeping bags and gently laid into prone position.

Brad fondled me, then Brent. I fondled them too. The feeling was great. I really turned on. My prick was stiff and my crotch had a real warm feeling. I didn't think things could feel much better.

Brent reached into a box and brought out a bottle of salad oil. He applied a liberal portion to my cock and balls. His slippery hands moved all over, sliding my balls between his fingers, stroking my dick, and swirling his fingers over my pee hole. All I could do was moan. I didn't complain when I was turned to my stomach.

Brad rolled up one of the sleeping bags and tucked it under me, raising my butt. I felt salad oil pour into my crack then four slippery hands moved over my butt as well as the inside walls. Fingers playfully passed over my slick pucker. My prick was pulled down and back, its tip fondled while my ass was explored. A finger pushed up me, tickled around, and when it was removed, another finger followed. My cousins were taking turns at my asshole.

I had no idea that my butt hole could feel so good. I don't know if it was Brad or Brent, but a hard cock slid up my ass. My butt cheeks were slapped as it rammed back and forth. This stopped after I heard rapid panting and felt warm cum in my ass. Each cousin took his turn. Both times it felt different and pleasing. Before ending the night, my cock was sucked by each cousin, my satisfying both of them with my warm cum, they satisfying me with theirs..

We all supported fresh hard-ons when we awoke in the morning, but we didn't have time to do anything. It was my aunt that woke us, calling us to a hearty breakfast.


I felt kind of funny for the rest of this day. My prick was hard and my asshole told me that it needed to be fucked again. I also had an odd feeling that since I had been taken by both cousins that from here on out, I would submit whenever they wanted. It was strange. All day I was glancing at their butts or crotch and I felt they were doing the same to me. When night came, we all individually showered. My cousins kissed their mom goodnight, and we climbed up into the tree house. There was no time wasted as we undressed each other.

The bottle of salad oil came out and we applied it to each others crotch. We all really turned on as slippery hands felt about. My pucker was throbbing when I was rolled over and a sleeping bag was put underneath me. My butt was in the air, ready for the salad oil. I got a surprise. Both cousins took turns licking my asshole. God! Oh, God! what a sensation. A hand gently tugged my balls, and another worked over my slippery prick as my pucker felt the warm, wet, lapping tongue. I came with large spurts splattering over the top of the sleeping bag. I knew after I rested, both cousins wanted me to play with them.

Both boys lay on their backs with their legs spread. I oiled their crotches I'd never sucked a cock, but Brents cock was the biggest and looked appetizing. Feeling his hard meat in my mouth made my tongue lick real fast over its tip while I slid his balls around in my oily hand. His warm cum shot into my mouth. I sucked harder, drawing and swallowing his last drop.

Something had clicked in my brain. I'd become sex crazy. I couldn't stop. Brads prick was waiting too. I had to have it. I sucked and sucked, reaching below, quickly shoving my finger in his ass, tickling deep. With a startled cry, he spewed his load into my mouth.

Rapidly rolling him over, I poured oil into his crack, aimed at his asshole and slid my prick up to its hilt. Brad let out a yelp and wreathed under me as I fucked and fucked until relief came.

I spent 30 days with my cousins, and we slept in the tree house every night. When I returned home, I'd really changed. My body felt different. I knew my craving more sex would never leave. I was anxious to find new companions, to try them and let them try me. I wanted to meet others who would do everything we did in the tree house. If there was more to learn, I wanted to learn it.

Being home about a week, I was helping my mom in the kitchen. She had

made a large bowl of salad.

"Joey. Reach in the cupboard and get me the bottle of salad oil."

Holding it in front of me, I stared at it mesmerized until mom snatched it away.

"What's the matter with you, Joey? You've been acting strange ever since you returned home."

The end

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