Unintended Consequences - 1. Chapter 1

UNINTENDED CONSEQUENCES

Or how I discovered my love for yogurt delight

My cell vibrated for what had to have been the twenty-fifth time since I had gotten up this morning. At least another twenty-five or thirty e mail notifications had come while I was sleeping and thankfully, I had had the phone on silent. Now after showering, I knew I was gonna have to sit down, and scroll through the latest responses to the classified ad I placed, as a result of a crazy idea that sprang from the recesses of my buddy Todd’s warped sense of humor. I’d wait till I got home. Stewie and me had some unfinished birthday business. It was however a chance to scratch an itch I had been harboring for some time.

I would be the first to admit and tell you it was a stupid idea of a colossal magnitude, one of our stupidest. It never should have happened but factor in a few joints, a case of beer and the night of my 18^th birthday, acting sensibly had long gone out the window.

Stewie, Marcus, Todd and myself were in Stewie’s basement, where else would we have been? Nearly every Saturday night for the past five, nearly six years we would congregate at Stewie’s once his parents went out on their date night. We would be alone in the house for the best part of the evening and most often till the wee hours of Sunday morning.

It’s where we had our first beers, joints, and circle jerks. We’d fire up the gaming console and have at it all night and once we discovered internet porn…well let’s say the hours spent gaming became fewer. We had become a gang in middle school and grew closer once we hit junior high school. I was the first of the bunch to turn eighteen and as such was the reason for the exuberant celebration.

To be sure, we had all dated through school, never anyone for any length of time, I think we were all immature and not truly ready to give up the security and solidness of our circle and the depth of our friendships.

We all had hit puberty pretty much at the same time and it did change how we looked at things. Stewie’s parents had a swimming pool and it wasn’t uncommon for us to skinny dip on those Saturday nights when we had free run of the place. We were comfortable with seeing each other naked and would note the changes vicariously as our body’s changed, some of us slightly faster than the others.

It was where we had our first beers, show me and pissing contests. Like any group of friends, we would have our disagreements and as soon as they flared, they were quickly over. The one hard and fast rule was no tacos, they gave Marcus the shits and gas. We weren’t above innocuous bets while gaming of discussing sports. We were curious little midges and the internet seemed only to fuel our quest for forbidden knowledge. By the time we were fourteen or so we had been exposed to just about every kink under the sun.

There were certain sites we seemed to innocuously gravitate to. It was never overt but nothing was ever said as we cruised. We saw bisexual, straight and gay porn sites and videos. We viewed Reddit and Kik and discovered story sites as well. We were convincing ourselves that we were contributing to our knowledge base and understanding of human sexuality. And for the most part that was so true, at least for myself, once I was safely ensconced in my bedroom, and could surf the sites that most appealed and interested me. While I didn’t live in fear of being discovered as being gay, I wasn’t ready to advertise it either.

Inevitably, an evening of gaming, drinking and porn led to certain appendages outlining themselves in the fabric of our clothing, whatever we happened to be wearing at the time. We would all sneak glances at one another and I distinctly recall on hot, humid summer Saturday night when we were reduced to wearing just our boxers and t-shirts when we discovered a particularly intriguing set of video porn sites.

We were all rock hard, there wasn’t any hiding it anymore. Todd was the last of us to turn fourteen and in most cases the instigator of any of the dares we did. It was all stupid stuff, run around the outside of the house naked, skinny dipping in the pool, drinking games, circle jerks and jerking each other off. In those games everyone got a chance to stroke everyone else. Once the ice was broken the first time it became second hand nature.

We all talked a good game about the girls we’d like to bang and date. I, like the others went out on dates, often we’d talk Todd’s older brother into taking out to the movies or elsewhere with our dates in their family minivan. We all took our dates to school functions and dances and so forth. I was the first of our group to get to third base and on one such night on a dare, my date unzipped my fly while we were at the movies and tossed me off. The guys knew, it was pretty obvious even with my coat over my lap what was going on. It left a sticky situation and once the movie was over, I had to carry my coat in front of me to strategically cover the obvious evidence.

I dated Mary Beth off and on for a couple of years. It would sound callous, but she only lived a couple of houses over and I appreciated the convenience. She never had a clue that I was using her as cover but then again, I wasn’t the only boy she was dating either. To save Todd’s brother time, he generally dropped both Mary Beth and I off before the others. I would walk her on those occasions, the rest of the way home.

We would talk of inconsequential things and lightly hold hands as we walked down the sidewalk. When we would reach a spot between the street lights, Mary Beth would pull me over and we would kiss a bit. Our hands roaming would predictably lead to some growth down below. She had a couple of fast rules, absolutely no penetration and she wouldn’t put it in her mouth. While she didn’t know it wasn’t my thing, as a horny teenage male, having someone else get me to cum was a no-brainer.

There was an elderly couple who lived between our two houses, and I would mow their lawns, rake their leaves, and clean their drive and walkways. Their back yard was fairly substantial and while time was of the essence, we’d go into the back yard and make use of some of their lawn furniture and picnic table.

She would undo my belt, open my zipper, and fondle me. Over time she learned the strokes I liked best and how I liked to be held. Her fingers explored me, she would fondle my balls and marvel at the way my foreskin worked. She also gave me lessons in the female anatomy. I learned the pleasures suckling her breasts gave her. She showed me how she masturbated and gave me a very personal tour of her makeup.

Again, while it wasn’t my thing, I could not refuse getting her off, if she was going to make me cum. I quickly learned the layout of her nether regions, how rubbing her button would make her eyes cross, while she was safe from me inserting myself into her, she would let me use my fingers. Once we started, she could get off a couple of times.

Mary Beth was fascinated at how my plumbing worked; my erection was an endless source of fascination to her. She learned early on how to tell I was getting close. She would fondle my balls and rub my perineum. She marveled at how tight my sack would draw up to my body and the way they both pulsed with each ejaculation. How quickly I went from tense and rock hard to limp and breathless. We’d clean up after we were both satisfied and get her home with a few minutes to spare. I would give her a chaste kiss good night as we reached her front door and make my way home, satisfied yet still yearning for that first time with another like me.

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Like any teenage adolescent I lived in a perpetual state of surging hormones. Saturday nights at Stewie’s didn’t help. The more we looked, the more we found. We managed to convince ourselves we were furthering our education. As we expanded our knowledge base, we seemed to come back to the same video porn and story sites. There was one such story site that ran the gamut of just about everything, gay male, tv’s, bisexual and lesbians. While we didn’t delve into the gay side of the site that much, it was information for my personal spank bank.

Without access to credit cards, we were limited to what was available for video porn till we discovered hamster, pornhub and xvideos. Every possible kink was available, once you selected one intriguing video, several others became available. Marcus and Todd really liked to watch girls going down on each other, Stewie seemed to like the hard-core professional porn. To me I thought to myself it was a waste. I couldn’t understand how watching someone giving head to another would pull off at the last moment and spooge all over their partners face.

What was the point of fucking someone if you were gonna pull out at the last moment and spray cum all over your lover’s nether regions? I know what cum looks like, to me the thrill is watching the moment it happens, I love the ‘tells’ the body gives as the moment arrives. Watching someone about to ejaculate inside someone, either orally or as a result of penetration is a huge turn-on for me.

I know what cum looks like and I have a need to let someone cum inside me, to be part of that magic as it happens. I know what cum tastes like, I’ve sampled my own enough. Then there was the night in Stewie’s basement when I lost the bet. The thing was, it took all my will power to lose that bet.

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It was just another Saturday night just before my fifteenth birthday at Stewie’s, the parents were out of the house just after supper and we arrived shortly after. Money had been left for take-out and lo and behold, Todd’s brother came through with a case of beer and a pint of cherry brandy. There were a couple of college football games we were going to watch as we settled in for the evening. It was a hot miserable humid day and the state of our attire reflected that. Lose, baggy shorts, ankle socks and t-shirts were the order of the day. I wasn’t the only one going commando.

The house has central air and the basement was our den of inequity. Stewie’s parents had turned the basement into a game room for lack of a better description. On Friday nights, Stewie’s father had a poker game going and there was a large flat screen TV, the latest play station along with an air hockey table and an old-fashioned bowling game where you slid a metal hockey type puck to knock the pins down. There were a couple of couches and recliners and a computer and desk that we furthered our education on. The other side of the basement was a small kitchen area with a sink, fridge, microwave, and a full bathroom. Stewie’s mother left a variety of chips, crackers various snacks for our munchies along with pints of ice cream and yogurt cups.

The beer went into the fridge and the cherry brandy went into the freezer to chill. Stewie’s parents weren’t stupid and neither were our parents. They knew what was most likely going on with the pot and alcohol. The unspoken agreement was that we stayed downstairs, not leave the property and did not invite other friends over and cleaned up after ourselves the next morning. They were easy rules and we respected the freedom it gave us.

We ordered out Chinese and while we were waiting frolicked in the pool. The first of our beers were consumed with our dinner and once we cleaned up, we fired up the TV for the college football games. For the most part, it seemed as if all the ranked teams were playing walkover games against inferior teams. Every conference does it, schedule games against unranked opponents and it makes for a boring viewing experience.

Once the games were over, it didn’t take long for the computer to fire up and grab everyone’s attention. The beer and pot were holding out, it would last the evening as well as the cherry brandy. It probably was boredom more than anything, but for whatever reason they gravitated to one of the gay story sites. Most likely it was to gross everyone out but they landed on one story featuring a soggy biscuit. The gist was that a group of friends such as they were, had a contest where they jerked off on a biscuit, whoever was the last to cum had to eat the biscuit. I made a mental note as to how to get back to that particular story, for my spank bank later in the week.

The mission was accomplished and we quickly gravitated to hamster and xvideos. Somewhere along the line we found pornhub and spent a good hour or two perusing what that site had to offer. The brandy was just about half gone and there were a couple of beer left for each of us. We polished off a joint and that time of the evening, we always seemed to arrive at drew near, if the condition of our shorts were a true indicator.

It was about this time the munchies hit and we raided the snacks, ice cream and yogurt. When offered a cup of the vanilla yogurt Marcus blurted out what he thought it looked like. He was of the opinion, that it looked like someone had spooged into the single serve cup. Well, that got us going as we chased him around the basement until Todd suggested we play a version of soggy biscuit only he called it yogurt delight.

We all hooted at that notion when Stewie upped the stakes a bit. Generally, when Stewie led, we all followed. Course I was interested for other reasons but Stewie suggested we all put our money where our mouths were so to speak. We’d pony up as much cash as we could muster and split it in order of who came and when. With the addition of what Stewie found in his mother’s cookie jar we had a hundred and twenty bucks between us. The first to cum would get sixty bucks, the second would get forty bucks and the third would get the remaining twenty. The last to cum would have to eat the yogurt delight.

There was one last hard and fast condition Stewie told us, whoever lost would not be made fun of, disrespected, or abused, and it would be his right to the call another game on another Saturday night. He made each of us finish off the remaining half bottle of cherry brandy and our last joint before we voted.

I was in for my own reasons, this was too good of a chance to pass up, Todd was blitzed and would follow Stewie, the wild card was Marcus. When Stewie called the vote, Todd followed. I elbowed Marcus, made him look at Stewie and Todd, whispered to him not to be a wuss and he voted to play. I signaled my assent and the game was on.

The yogurt was placed on one of the barstools and a spoon next to it. We all stood around the barstool and on Stewie’s command we dropped our shorts and proceeded to rub one out. We were all rock hard and, in my condition, it was all I could do not to get overly excited. In all our sex games, we never swapped spit or oral. Tonight, if I played my cards right, I was gonna taste the three other guys cum, at that time in my life it was the best I was gonna get.

Marcus was the first to cum, I could see his nuts clench, his breathing changed and with some effort he leaned over, tilted the yogurt cup towards him and fired off three successive volleys of thick, creamy cum. It blended in nicely with the plain vanilla yogurt.

Todd wasn’t much further behind, about a minute or so when he groaned and reached for the cup. I watched in fascination as his time came. He arched his back, held his dick out straight, pointed towards the cup and fired off five successive volleys. It was a bit thinner that Marcus’s cum and pooled over the remaining surface of the yogurt.

Stewie was the one I was now waiting for and needed to outlast. He was uncircumcised like me and I knew from, prior experience from our circle jerks he shot a thick, heavy load. His output was nearly equal to Marcus and Todd’s.

I knew I was close, fuck it was all I could do to hold off and keep it looking respectable. I looked over at Stewie and could see he was close, his eyes were heavily lidded and like me, his sack was drawn up tight. I watched as his face, neck and chest were turning red, the strain not to finish last evident.

I wasn’t much further behind, my hand was flying up and down my dick, I had to make it look good. I started to huff and pulled closer to the yogurt when Stewie crossed the threshold. The volume Stewie produced stunned me and I lost focus for a moment. For reasons I would find out later, he held the cup for me. It took a bit longer for me to spooge, Stewie placed his free hand on my but. The guys couldn’t see Stewie’s hand as he found my crack and his fingers located my rosebud. It was more than I could take, no one had ever touched me there in a sexual manner. He rested his chin on my shoulder drawing closer to me. Pressing against my hole one of his fingers partially gained entrance, and as I came, I could feel myself clench against his finger.

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Stewie stayed up with me that night after I finished the ‘yogurt delight’. Neither Todd or Marcus managed to stay up much past me after finishing their contributions to the yogurt. We dumped Todd and Marcus on the fold out couch and covered them with a thin blanket and left them to their own devices.

For the remainder of the evening after I ate the ‘yogurt delight’, I noticed Stewie looking at me as if trying to work something out, as if he was seeking a clue to a puzzle. To his credit he never mentioned the contest while we stayed up and just before hitting the sack, I promised to help him put the basement back together in the morning.

As I lay there trying to find some sleep, I couldn’t help replaying what I had just done and how much I liked it. The guys were all expectantly watching as I grabbed the spoon and picked up the cup. The first though was to mix it all together but I did not want to spoil the taste I wanted so badly. I skimmed the surface and filled the spoon and brought it to my mouth and then quickly finished the rest of the ‘yogurt delight’.