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CHAPTER ELEVEN:
About six months after Dad had his first stroke he had another, so I flew back to
Southern California to see him. When I was there for his first stroke Mom had said, Dad still wants to fuck me. I think he thinks he will lose me if he doesn’t take care of me in
that way. I love your Dad and would never leave him. I’ve known my body was made for fucking since I was a teenager. Since I have had such a good relationship with my Family I have never wanted to go outside the family except for Greg and Tom. Even though I love fucking I would never do anything to hurt your Dad. I want to fuck your Father but
am scared it might cause him to have another stroke. I talked to the Doctor when I first
got to mom’s and asked him if being sexually active could cause the stroke. The Doctor
said it would be extremely unusual. He said Dad’s stroke was work related and that stress caused the first one. The second came because he continued trying to work in order to support his family. I asked Mom how often did she fuck dad. She said not at all until he insisted on going back to work, well that’s not entirely true she said he did fuck me twice in the three weeks he was home recovering. He woke me up one night fucking me from behind when he thought I was asleep. I pretended to be and I must admit it felt good. The second time he was eating my pussy while I was asleep, and I woke up when he made me cum. So I got on top of him and I fucked him slow like that for a quite awhile. I kept thinking what if he has another stroke so it wasn’t as enjoyable as in the past. I told her to quit feeling guilty, and told her what the Doctor had said. Mom looked relieved, and reached over and gave me a big kiss. I slipped my hand up her dress and was not surprised that she didn’t have any panties on. I began to run my fingers up into her pussy and she gave a little moan and squatted down a little which opened up her cunt and I put all four fingers in. Mom began to lubricate and I felt that pussy loosen, suddenly my whole fist entered her wet pussy right up to my wrist. She spread her legs a little further as I took my middle finger and found her uterus and pushed up into it. She grunted and bore down on my hand spreading her legs even further apart. I pushed again and sent my finger up the uterus to my knuckle. Mom just collapsed on the floor, her legs wouldn’t hold her up. She laid on her back with her legs in the air and spread her legs wide. I knelt down beside her and began to drive my fist as far into that pussy as it would go. I pumped
my arm up and down, and my finger slid in and out of her uterus. Each time I lifted the suction would lift her off the floor. Mom was shaking her legs and screaming Oh, please don’t stop, push, push faster, faster. I got my arm going like a piston and Mom raised her hips and arched her back and shot that warm liquid like a water hose letting lose. It shot clear up and hit me in the chest. I had never seen so much liquid come out of a pussy as she did then. She just laid there and moaned as I slowly extracted my fist from her swollen pulsating pussy. I could hardly believe that I was able to put my whole fist into her.
That evening I went over to see Becky’s Mom. I had called Becky earlier and sheasked me to stop over and see how she was doing that she didn’t sound to good when she talked to her that day. I called Jerry, and asked her if she would like to go out to dinner.
She said how about if I fix us a little something here and then you could fill me in on everything that’s going on with you and Becky without interruption. I said sounds good to me, knowing full well what she really wanted. When I got there she opened the door with
this see threw negligee on and with the light behind her I could see her bush and those wonderful tits. My cock started to get hard before I walked through the door. I stepped inside and gave her a big kiss running my tongue into her mouth and tickling the roof of it. I felt her shudder from head to foot and she pressed me into those great big lovely tits of hers and held me like that for about a awhile. I could see she had fixed a nice table for two with candles and a small bunch of flowers. She handed me a glass of red wine and she took me into the bedroom. We can eat a little later she said. I finished off the glass of wine and put my arms around her and gave her a french kiss. She met my tongue hungrily and sent her own tongue into my mouth and moved it back and forth across the roof of my mouth. Slowly I lifted her negligee above her head and dropped it
to the floor. She unfastened my belt and unzipped my pants letting them drop to the floor also. She put her fingers on each side of my shorts and slowly squatted down pulling my shorts down as she went. She took my cock into her mouth and began to suck. Oh did it feel good. I could feel my cock pulsating against the inside of the cheeks of her mouth. She knelt down on her knees and began to move my cock in and out of her mouth. After about five minuets I could feel the urge to cum and stopped her. I pulled her up and laid her on the bed spreading her legs apart. I knelt down on my knees and with her legs dangling over the side of the bed I began to kiss and suck on her clitoris, running my tongue in and out of her cunt. She came almost immediately and her cunt became wetter and the lips of her cunt seemed to pulsate. I felt her cum again and then again. She flung her legs straight up grabbed her toes and spread her legs as far apart as she could. The lips of her pussy opened up wide and I buried my face into that hairy mound, sticking my tongue in as far as I could stretch it. She came again and I could taste her warm love juices. I inserted two of my fingers and began massaging her G spot that lays about two inches up the large muscle on the roof of her vagina. I found the spot and began to rub and pulsate it. Faster and faster I rubbed, her ass began to quiver and shake and her big tits shook from side to side. Faster and faster my fingers went in and out on that G spot. I could feel it getting harder as it filled with fluid. She reared her hips into the air arching her back and just like Mom shot about a cup full of that warn liquid all over my hand and arm and fell back on the bed exhausted. We laid there for about ten minuets, and I began to massage her clitoris again with my fingers. By now that clitoris was as hard as a rock and had grown since I last saw her. I guessed she had been masturbating almost daily since I left, and it was almost an inch and a half long. It appeared to look like a miniature prick. I bent down and began to suck on it and run my tongue down the length of it as I sucked. She raised her hips and came again once, twice, three times, and then I took my cock that was throbbing so hard I thought it was going to bust out of the skin and inserted it into her steaming wet cunt. As I slowly drove it in I could feel her cum again. I began to go in and out of that warm almost hot pussy. Faster and faster I went and began to drive into her. She shot her legs up over her head and again grabbed her toes spreading her legs wide’ and I drove all seven and a half inches into her. I could feel me hit bottom and I felt her flinch so I eased off so that as I fucked her she got it all without hitting bottom. I was about ready to cum when she grabbed me and rolled over on top of me and sat there without moving with my cock deep inside her. I could feel her uterus with the tip of my cock. She just sat there not moving. Just as I was about to see if I could insert my cock into her uterus like I had done before she raised up off me and bent down and put my cock into her mouth. She began to suck and to get into a position to insert it into her throat. I then realized she did what she did so that I would subside and not cum. Like before she put about an inch at a time down her throat taking a breath each time it came out of her throat cavity. Deeper and deeper, until the entire seven and a half inches was in her mouth and throat. She moved up and down my cock faster and faster she went. I was fascinated as to how she was able to do it without gagging. Faster and faster she shoved that cock into her throat. My cock was throbbing so hard and I felt myself start to cum when she pulled it all the way out and then shoved it all the way back in and her lips took in part of my testicles and I could feel her throat suck my cock as I shot a load of cum down that throat. I felt her convulse and I thought she was choking so I started to pull out but she grabbed my ass and pulled me even deeper into her throat as I shot what felt like a cup full of cum into her throat. It kept spurting and spurting down her throat and I thought I would never stop, it felt so good. She held me like that not moving for about another thirty seconds. Jerry withdrew my cock from her throat and laid back with the nicest smile and satisfied look. I felt really good too. We showered and then ate a nice steak dinner. We hardly talked we just looked at each other through most of the dinner. We had apple pie with Vanilla ice cream for desert and I told her about Becky who was expecting our first child. We fucked two more times before I left. The first time she sat on my cock with her back to me. I almost couldn’t believe how deep it went when she sat completely down with her knees up. I believe she increased my length another half inch, unbelievable. Then she wanted it in the ass. I fucked her so hard and so long that last time that when she walked me to the door she could hardly walk, and I had to steady her. She said her legs felt like wet spaghetti. It was the last time I ever fucked her. When Becky and I would visit her after she got remarried, to a real nice guy I might add, I would catch her looking at me with a mystical look, and she would smile at me as if she remembered every minuet of our encounters. I would get a funny feeling in my crotch and I would remember too.
I got back to moms house at about one AM, and found Mom sitting in my bedroom. She said I know your pretty tired after what I just witnessed and she grinned up at me. I remembered I hadn’t closed those curtains. After what you did to me this evening I didn’t think I would be able to fuck for a week, but after watching you perform at Jerry’s I got jealous and horny as hell. Do you think you have one more in you tonight she asked? I don’t know I’m pretty tired, but let’s give it a try, I could never turn mom down. We got into bed and she took my cock in her mouth and began to suck. Now Mom has always given me some of the best head ever, but after Jerry I’m not sure. It took Mom a little longer, about twenty minuets to get me hard. Even so, it felt good. Being soft she could get the entire cock in her mouth and some of my balls too. As I got harder and harder she took less into her mouth. As soon as it got good and hard she got on top and began to move up and down. I looked at her in the moonlight and admired how good she looked. Mom was twenty years older than me but even at forty-nine, her tits were firm and she had very little fat or lose skin on her. I looked up at her and said I love you, and She bent over and kissed me gently on the lips. I realized how much I loved my mother. It was not like a son loving his mother, I had that too, but it was more a full deep love for her as a women and a friend. I felt the same about my sister too. I have never been ashamed of making love to either. I lost time as I admired her loveliness, her soft smooth skin and her beauty. I glanced over at the clock and realized we had been fucking for over an hour. Mom had her eyes closed and her head back as she kept up a steady rhythm rising and falling on my cock. I could tell by her wet pussy that she had had multiple orgasms. I rolled her over and positioned her ass on the edge of the bed and took my hand and scooped up some of her wet cum and rubbed it on her ass. I lifted her legs up high and let my cock go into her ass. I started real slow with long full strokes and Mom started whimpering and saying, Oh, you don’t know how good it feels honey. I increased my speed yet kept it gentle. I didn’t feel like just jamming her I wanted to make her feel the length of my cock as it slid in and out. Faster and faster I went, but keeping it gentle, bringing my cock clear out to the tip and then letting my weight bore down on her in free flight and I would bury it deep within. I kept fucking her like that and I felt her cum any number of times. I began to get that feeling in my loins. I didn’t think I had any cum left after Jerry sucked every drop through her throat earlier. But here I was as it built inside of me so I began to increase my speed and I shortened my strokes and then began to fuck her with a rapid fire motion and she was moaning softly as I reached my peak. I shoved my cock deep and grabbed her around her hips and pulled her as tight as I could so every inch of my cock was buried into that magnificent ass as I came. She grabbed me behind my butt and lifted her ass higher straining to get it in further. I think she actually got an extra half-inch into her that way. She was shaking and coming and it seemed like she couldn’t stop coming for about a minuet or two. We laid like that for about fifteen minuets and my cock was still throbbing and didn’t seem to want to go down. Finally Mom said, just look at that beautiful cock. I made one hell of a man. I better sneak back into my bedroom before I get all horny again I never want your Dad to know about us. The Next morning after a good breakfast I said goodbye to my Dad and kissed him and told him I loved him and he said he loved me too and that he was quite proud of both his son and his daughter. I drove Moms car to the airport and as soon as we got on the Santa Monica freeway Mom unzipped my pants and pulled my cock out and began to suck on it. I said Momma, someone is going to see you especially one of these truck drivers. I don’t care she said, they can look with envy but I’m not going to see you for a while and I want to suck your beautiful cock. I had a hell of a time getting out of the car. My dick was so hard I had to go into the bathroom and into a stall so I could rearrange my cock, before I boarded the plane.
I didn’t see my folks for almost a year, but I talked to them several times a week. Finally I got a weekend off and drove down to see them. I had been working six and seven days a week. Mom and I got to fuck a great deal that weekend. Dad was getting worse and fucking seemed to take her mind off him. The first night we fucked five times before going to sleep finally at five in the morning. I only came twice though. I woke up late, just before lunch, and went for a swim in the pool and Mom joined me. I fucked her there in the shallow part of the pool. In all those years it was the first time we made love in the pool. As she held onto the side of the deck I took a deep breath and dropped under the water and began to eat her pussy. I held my breath as long as I could then put my mouth tight against her lips and blew air into her pussy. When I came up for air she was giggling. She said it felt like her insides got bloated. It was nice because she could float a little and I drew her legs up in front of my chest and her feet draped over my shoulders exposing her pussy with her lips wide open. I put my cock into her and we fucked and fucked until I had to stop because the water was washing her juices away and it started to feel like a squeegee across a window.
That night we fucked twice more before we went to sleep, and then I woke up about four in the Morning with Mom fucking me. She had her back to me and was squatted over me so that there was very little weight on my stomach. She still had those great leg muscles. Even at her age. I said how long have you been here. Not long she said about ten or fifteen minuets. She smiled and said she only had to suck my cock about a minuet before it got hard. She took several more strokes and rose up let my cock sink into her ass. It seemed like Mom was enjoying ass fucking more and more. Almost to the point of preferring it. I said is Tom still doing the pool. She smiled and said yes, every Thursday like always. He’s married now and has two kids. He Said he has never played around on his wife except with me. He said he was fucking me when he met his wife to be and never felt guilty about not telling her or cutting me off. He said his wife once asked him why he was still doing our pool since he worked full time selling real estate. He told her that we had been friends since we were kids and with Jason’s dad ill he felt he should continue doing it.
Sunday morning after a late breakfast I decided to go see Betty (the school teacher), as it had been quite some time since I last saw her. I went by Betty’s house but she wasn’t home so I took a chance and went by the school gym and found her. She was happily surprised to see me. We talked for a while and caught each other up on what was going on in our lives and then she went over and closed the curtains and locked the door to her office. I smiled and asked her if she had seduced any students lately. She said no way, I was so scarred after that Sissy escapade that I swore if I got out of that situation I would not temp fate again. We both admitted that Sissy had some kind of a body and we both laughed. I pulled her gym shorts and panties off and set her on her desk. She laid back and I bent over and began to insert my tongue into her pussy. She had a little pungent smell and was a little salty from exercising but it was a nice smell. As I began to
suck on her clitoris she lifted her legs and I had full access to that beautiful pussy. I
inserted my two fingers into her wet cunt and let my little finger go into her asshole. I ate
that pussy for half an hour, finger fucking her at the same time. I stood her up and turned
her around inserting my cock into her hot pussy. We fucked like that for a while then we went over to the couch. I lifted her legs up high and shoved my cock into her tight ass. She gave a little whimper but didn’t say anything. I suggested that she grab her feet and spread her legs just like Becky’s mother had done. She did and I went into that cavity another whole inch. We fucked like that for about another twenty minuets and then I let go and came deep into her ass. We laid like that, me on top of her with my dick up her ass until I went soft. She peeked out her curtain and said come on, we grabbed our clothes and duct into the girls locker room and into the shower. We scrubbed each other all over with soap and then Betty knelt down and took my cock into her mouth and began to suck as the water fell on her head. I was a little tender still from that ass fucking I had given her but she persisted and pretty soon it got semi hard. I lifted her up and she put her legs around my waist and she inserted my dick into her pussy. She had a cunt that when you put your cock into it the lips of her pussy would clamp on to your cock and milk it as you went in and out. We fucked like that until my legs began to shake from holding her off the ground. We didn’t even finish drying off but grabbed our clothes and went back into her office and we fucked for another hour or so. I finally faked an orgasm and got dressed. We talked awhile and then I left. She said come back anytime and smiled. I drove back home the next day.
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Siblings and Back Again

Parts1-3 of 11: A story about my sister, brother and me coming together, drifting apart, and coming together again. These sections present an introduction.

Asian Mom Jenny and her son Chris Series 2: Part 2

Here’s the second part of the second series. This one was a little shorter than my other chapters as I didn’t find a good stopping point so just settled for a slightly shorter chapter. Again, all suggestions and constructive criticism is welcomed.

Wave to the Moon, It’s Watching!

“WAVE TO THE MOON. IT’S WATCHING” – Deadeye Dick
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Clay looked down at the boy’s hair. It was combed back in a tight, soaking bunch just above the back of his neck. Clay never expressed how great that hair made him feel. The boy, fully aware of his own attractiveness, probably never knew.
“I mean, it’s not like we’d do anything serious. You know? I mean this could be a one time thing. Just kinda seeing how it..I dunno, how it feels.” Clay paused, bit his lower lip. “You know what I mean?”
The boy took awhile to answer. Typical. When he wasn’t running his mouth – his cute mouth, Clay thought with a twist of his stomach – he was combing that hair. One swipe wasn’t enough. No, it usually took twenty to satisfy.
He yanked a piece of grass from the earth. He twisted it, stuck it between his teeth. Then he said: “Yeah. Yeah, I know. I always wondered how it was. But it’s up to you.”
“Well, I..”
What else? Christ, the idea was hard enough to bring up. What else could there possibly be to clarify?
“I mean, where would we do it?” the boy asked. A thin strand of green saliva rolled off his chin. “We’d need a place, and a time, I guess. I never done this before.”
“Me neither,” Clay said.
The boys were sitting on a slopped hill overlooking Camp Greenwood. The mess hall building stood the tallest and ugliest, painted a rancid puke green. One of its windows, the cracked one on the left, glistened in the afternoon sun. Clay had to squint when he glanced downhill, but the boy was wearing a pair of cheap pink sunglasses. He was on his back, staring up at the sky. Clay stood over him. Thinking of what to say next.
“They’re always doing camper check up after supper,” the boy said, the grass blade bopping along between his lips. “And in the morning they do it again. And then again after breakfast. So when are we doing it?”
“Fuck.”
Clay spat. He reached in his pocket and unwrapped a piece of gum. He chewed, not really satisfied. Barely any sugar. The boy once joked that Clay chewed more gum than a chain-smoker smoked.
Clay spat again.
“How ’bout this?” The boy lifted himself from the ground, using his elbows. His hair was corkscrewed in the back and sprinkled with dirt. Soon the plastic comb would be out. “How about we meet here tonight after lights out, or something. After the counselors are sleeping and the guys are sleeping, we’ll come down here.”
“Uh, yeah. I guess that’ll work,” Clay said, distracted.
“But we’ll make it quick. Really quick. We always have a second chance with this, right? If it don’t go right this time, there’s always next time. You know what I mean?”
Clay knew. He popped another tasteless piece of gum. He knew.
What about the guys? What if they found out?
“Here would be good I guess, but what about Patterson? He always stays up at midnight.” Clay stopped, chewed. The boy was nodding slowly, as if keeping rhythm to a song stuck in his pretty little head. “We need an excuse.”
“We don’t need one,” the boy said at once. “Patterson doesn’t even like you.”
“If he doesn’t like me, he’ll turn me..us in.”
“Nah, he won’t.”
Clay suddenly felt angry. It crawled up his throat. It made his gum, already lacking flavor, taste like soap. He spat a third time, right beside the boy’s pretty blonde head. “What the fuck are you talking about?” he asked.
“C’mon,” the boy said. He hopped to his feet and spat himself, the grass blade dancing and twirling as it fell. “C’mon.”
2 =
Camp Counselor Rickley didn’t want to be your friend. He only wanted to help, but he wanted to stay put on a strict teacher-student level. Clay was fine with that. In fact he felt relief when Rickley announced this himself on the first day of summer, when Camp Greenwood opened its two oak entrance doors.
When Clay and the blonde boy walked into Rickley’s office, he was leaning back on a hard-looking meta chair, his feet propped up on his desk, reading a thin Sci-Fi novel. He was halfway through, his lips slightly pulled apart as his eyes scanned the pages. A grotesque alien and a sexy muscular woman graced the cover.
“Rickley?” Clay said softly. He gave the office door two quick taps just to make sure. Rickley heard. He looked up in mild surprise and marked his place with an old Pokemon card. “Could we talk to you?”
“Sure guys,” Rickley said. He leaned forward. His hair was dry, burnt orange, and tied up in a last-minute ponytail. His skin had a greasy gleam to it. Perhaps the harsh fluorescent lights above were to blame. Clay wasn’t sure. Considering the problem on his shoulders at that moment, he didn’t care. “Sorry guys about the chairs. You’ll have to stand. Sorry.”
“No problem,” the boy said. “We just wanted to ask one question.”
Rickley smiled. A strictly professional smile. A bit ugly. “Shoot.”
“Well, we..” Clay started. He looked over at the boy for support. The boy shrugged, reached into his pocket for his plastic comb. So typical. And this was his idea. “..we wanted to move cabins. We have Cabin 4. We were thinking about Cabin 6. Maybe 7?”
“Uh, well…Why?”
“Well, eh..”
The boy stepped to the plate this time. Four swipes and the comb was gone, retired for the time being. He cleared his throat. “Patterson is so annoying. He’s annoying us.” As if for emphasis, or evidence, the boy added quickly, “And he hates Clay.”
Rickley crossed his pale arms and sighed. His eyes fixed on Clay, then switched over to the blond boy.
“I don’t like Patterson that much,” Clay said. He was being honest.
He knew Rickley heard the honesty. “Sure, guys,” he gave in. “But you better go pack your stuff now. It’s getting dark.”
Clay held back his smile, but the boy couldn’t help a crooked grin. Clay saw it before the boy could put it away. His heart fluttered. His cheeks flooded with warmth.
“Thanks!” the boy said.
“Yeah, thanks Rickley,” Clay said.
“Sure, yep,” Rickley said. He got up. “But one thing before you guys go and pack. You guys remember what I said on the first day?”
Clay looked at the boy. The boy looked back. Their faces were blank. It must’ve been a funny sight, because Rickley chuckled: gawk, gawk, gawk. “I just said to try to tolerate your cabin-mates,” he said. “Even if they’re buttheads. Right?”
Clay nodded.
“Sure, Rickley,” the boy said. “C’mon, you know Patterson’s an asshole.”
“I know anyone can be buttheads, kiddo,” Rickley said patently; professionally. “Watch your language in my office.”
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Clay finished first. He picked his box up and carried it outside Cabin 4’s entrance, holding his breath under its respectable weight. A few books and t-shirts there, two or three CDs here, and he was finished. Piece of cake.
He waited for the boy. He couldn’t hear him – the boy was, and had always been, a silent packer – so he sat down on his box and counted the leafs.
What’s happening tonight? He couldn’t help the question wandering into his head. Once it was there it demanded an answer. What are you going to do? What the fuck is happening?
Clay had spent so much time planning, so much time nervously imagining the feel of the boy, what the boy would do without clothes…Now he couldn’t even answer a simple question. A question he asked himself.
Here’s the bottom line: Clay didn’t know. Nothing can be planned perfectly, Clay was aware of that. Nothing is perfect. The night would just have to unravel, blossom. If it happened, it happened. If it didn’t, well….
“But we’ll make it quick,” the boy had said, not four hours before. “Really quick. We always have a second chance with this, right? If it don’t go right this time, there’s always next time. You know what I mean?”
So what exactly did the boy mean by that? Did he plan on doing this with Clay again? Did he like Clay? Did he have a-
“Clay! C’mere a second!”
Clay perked up a bit. He hopped off his box and poked his head into the boy’s room.
The smell hit first; a strange mixture of sweat-dried socks, cologne, and bubblegum. Then his eyes adjusted to the room’s dim light, and he could see the boy hunched over his own box, his arm under his bed, his tongue stuck out in frustration.
“Help me with this,” the boy told Clay.

They settled on Cabin 6. It stood closest to Burnblack Hill, the boy assured. He was right. The boy assured Clay that the interior would be cozy, that the other campers would have a helluva hard time hearing them. Again, the boy was right on the money.
They stumbled in, dropped their boxes.
“Lookit this,” the boy said loudly. He smiled. He clapped Clay on the back. “Ah, yeah. This is good.”
“Yeah,” Clay said. It has a rug. Lookit the rug.”
“I know, man, I see it.”
The floor was spotless. The windows were streak-free and sent back perfectly-made reflections; Clay and the boy, standing side by side. A table had been nudged into one corner. Books, papers, and candy wrappers littered the surface. The boy picked up the thickest book, thumbed through it.
“Textbook.”
He dropped it and began a rhythm; stare, touch, smell, chuckle. He treated Cabin 6 like a high class four star hotel room.
It could have been a hotel room, expect for the TV. Someone had broken it.

Hours later.
The smell of cigarette smoke hung in the air. The boy was sucking on a crumpled Camel. Clay hated cigarettes. He tried to persuade the boy not to light up, but it was pointless. Like trying to kick his own gum habit.
He pulled the covers over his nose and counted the brown ceiling tiles. He was naked. The boy was naked.
The boy didn’t bother with covers. His dick sat limply on his left thigh, shaven, swollen with greenish veins. Clay gave it a friendly hey-how’sitgoing-look, then turned on his side.
“So what are we doing now?” the boy asked. He blew smoke, and it all seemed to swarm Clay’s side. He coughed. “Sorry, man. So what you want to do now?”
“I, uh…I dunno.”
“Well, we have to do something. I mean, you’re supposed to do something after you’re naked. Like, I dunno…do something.”
Do what? Clay thought. His own penis, smaller and hairier, twitched to life, as if it to was waiting for something.
“I think we should, uh..” the boy paused. He dragged on his cigarette in the meantime. Coughed. Continued: “I think we should suck each other.”
Clay sat up. Something pierced his heart then, reminding him of the feeling he got whenever his name was mentioned during the morning announcements at school. The feeling always subsided on his way to the office, but that was at school. This feeling stayed.
“Here, I’m putting out my cigarette. Get ready, you’re goin’ first.”
Jesus. Jesus fucking Christ.
Finally happening. Clay could hardly believe it. He could hardly throw the cover off his lap, his dick was so erect. It looked almost purple in the moonlight leaking in.
“Nice,” the boy said, rubbing the tip. Clay moaned and shut his eyes. “Man, you want it. Don’t you? Keep your eyes closed.”
Clay propped his head on a pillow, pushed back so the boy would have room to…work. He clutched Clay’s thighs. He spread them until Clay heard his pelvis crack. A cool draft swept over his asshole, his ballsack, and he moaned again.
“Woah.”
“What?” Clay asked. Eyes closed. Fists behind his head.
“Your asshole’s really hairy. And your thighs-”
“Just do it,” Clay said forcefully. But he had a smile.
“Well..alright.”
Those were the last words Clay remembered. Then the pleasure paralyzed him, wiped out his entire thinking process. “Oh, god,” he moaned in Cabin 6.
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Clay took the bedsheets in his fists. By now he was sweating like a bitch. His bang were drenched. His back felt sticky and itchy. But he didn’t fucking care. The pleasure was too great, too big.
His feet were up. The boy had his mouth full. His head was bobbing up and down in a rhythm even the mattress joined in on. The springs creaked as Clay screamed.
“Ah!”
“Goofhod?” the boy said against skin.
“Yeah!”
The boy heard loud and clear. He kept up his rhythm. It was so perfect, almost rehearsed. His hands ended up on Clay’s stomach, playing with his curled chest hair. Then his finger traveled south, tickled Clay’s lower thigh, the space just below his ballsack, just above his…
“No, man. Not yet. It’s gonna hurt.”
The boy took his mouth off Clay’s cock, which was dripping and throbbing. He started a slower but more comfortable rhythm with his free hand. “Nah, it won’t. It looks lose. I can’t believe I found it with all this hair.”
“Very funny. Just c’mon and keep going.”
The boy continued.

It built slowly, starting at Clay’s throat and then spreading to his stomach, the tip of his penis. Familiar, of course. He’d jerked off at least a million times since his first pump-pound in fourth grade, when he was only eleven.
But this feeling felt different. The fourth grade feeling built a dinky lego bulding. This feeling – the Camp Greenwood feeling – was building a fucking skyscraper. Building the Effel Tower and squeezing the Empire State Building on top.
Rhythm; up down, lick, suck, down up.
“Uh..”
He couldn’t control his feet. He had them wrapped around the boy’s midsection, his toes buried in the boy’s smooth ass cheeks. When he got tired of clasping the bedsheets, he decided on stroking the boy’s beautiful blonde locks. The boy didn’t mind. This was an exception. The boy, Clay supposed, gave in easily with a dick in his mouth.
“Little harder,” Clay said.
The boy made it harder.
“AH! FASTER!”
The boy picked up the pace. His lips were smeared with his own spit, and Clay’s cum.
Speaking of cum…
“Ah! UH!”
“Cuphmi’?” the boy mumbled.
Clay nodded. No more words. His tongue was frozen as the feeling hit every inch of his body. He cocked his head back as far his spine would allow, as far as the mattress would allow, and screamed.
Building, building. Bubbling to the surface. Soon he’d cum. He’d fucking choke the boy, but he couldn’t help it.
“Ah, AH!”
The shape was just below the water. Clay could see it, dark and looking lovely. Soon it would burst through the surface and drench everything. The boy’s face. The bedsheets. The ceiling, fuck if it could. Fuck it it couldn’t.
“AH!”
Suddenly the boy’s lips were gone. The shape dropped a little, and Clay – picturing all this in his head – struggled to see it. Struggled to persuade it.
He caught his breath. “Wha-what are you doin-”
“Shut up,” the boy said, and climbed on top of Clay.
Clay opened his eyes. The boy was sweating, his face so close to Clay’s..He kissed his lips, and he tasted Chap Stick. Clay was sure his own lips tasted like gum.
“Hey!”
But the boy wasn’t listening. He grabbed his cock, stiff and at least seven inches, thrust it into Clay’s ass, and began a third rhythm. Much more violent. Much more forceful, and sloppy, and determined.
The boy grunted. Clay shrieked.
“OW. NAH! C’MON, STOP!”
Another grunt. That was Clay’s answer. He couldn’t even see the shape in the water now. His dick went limp. He punched the boy on the chest. The boy laughed.
“C’mon, Clay. Dude. Just relax. Relax. I need to do this.”
“Fucking STOP!”
“DUDE. RELAX.” Like a teacher talking to a retard. “Close your eyes.”
Clay tried. The pain kept them open. His asshole was ripping down there, he could feel it. Something was dripping down his leg, he was sure it was blood. Not cum. Not the boy’s.
“Relax. Rela-ugh. Relax.”
Pump. Pump. Thrust. The shape came back, and so did his erection. The boy’s rhythm was better than ever.
Everything was back on.
“Ah!”
“Ugh, uh, AH!”
“AH!”
The sounds of sex echoed against the walls. The springs creaked. Clay had his hands around the boy’s neck, the boy had his lips on Clay’s cheek. Their damp bodies collided, stuck, and the sound joined the others.
Clay had to cum. The feeling was back, and it was somehow stronger.
“Man, I’m cumming!”
“Hold on,” the boy answered.
Another thrust. The boy’s dick was smeared with sweat and shit. He didn’t look down, only felt Clay’s pleasure, smelled the smells.
“I’m..AH!”
“No-”
“AHHH!”
He couldn’t hold it back. You can’t hold a dolphin down, you can’t tell it not to break the ocean surface. The shape broke the surface. Clay came everywhere. He could almost hear the pinched squirt. He certainly saw the squirt. The boy’s chest caught everything. On the third pump, the bedsheets were the target. “Uhhhh.”
“I aint done yet,” the boy pronounced. He gave his final thrust strength. “AH!”
It was all over. Clay felt as if someone had loosened his bowels. Everything came out, the blood, the cum, the shit. His asshole twitched. He farted. The smell seemed to haunt the air. It stank of shit, and blood, and cum. Clay tried to cover himself, but the boy pulled his hand away. “Let it out,” he said, panting, wiping his chest. “You’re probably going to shit blood.”
“I don’t care,” Clay said. He was staring at the sliver of moonlight outside. It must have watched everything from up there. It almost seemed to applaud.
PROLOUGE =
Clay cleaned himself up. He found a fresh pair of boxer shorts, slipped them on, checked himself in the bathroom mirror. He looked horrible. But he looked happy.
When he walked out, the boy was on an armchair, flipping through the textbook he’d found earlier. He was still naked, but clean. No sweat.
“C’mere,” he said, his eyes still on page four-hundred. Clay sat down next to him. His asshole kept twitching, and walking made it worse.”You smell good.”
“Thanks,” Clay said. He kissed the boy on the cheek, and looked down at the textbook.
“Read this poem,” the boy said. “Right there, at the bottom.”
It was written by a guy named Otto Baumberger. Baumberger’s picture was included beside the text; handsome, with a long salt-pepper beard and thick eyebrows. Wearing a suit and tie. Frowning.
Clay read:
“I will build a window,
I will open a window,
What will you see?”
Clay remained silent as he finished the last word, the last question mark. He ran a finger over Baumberger’s picture, as if that would reveal the poem’s mystery,
“I like it,” the boy said. “I don’t know what the hell he’s talking about.”
Clay didn’t have a clue either, but he liked the picture the poem painted inside his head.
Clay and the boy, holding hands outside a beautiful home. Clay and the boy kissing. A carpenter working on the windows. He finishes. It’s Otto Baumberger himself. Yeah. His beard is dripping with sweat. “There ya go,” he says, motioning to the final window, which happens to be the biggest. Clay and the boy wander over, hand in hand, cheek to cheek. They look through. Clay cries, and the boy soon follows.
They’re looking at a decked out living room. They’re looking at grand kids and parents, and themselves, and little kids, and a Christmas tree, and a roaring fireplace, and Clay’s father, proud of his son. His gay son.
“I’m cold,” Clay said “It’s cold in here.”
The boy smiled. He dropped the textbook and Otto Baumberger down on the coffee table. He spread his hairless thighs. His asshole looked loose, which didn’t surprise Clay.
Never done this before my ass, he says to himself before starting a little rhythm of his own.
= THE END =

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My initiation.

Sitting here reading all these good stories here online, makes my thoughts go way back in time till I was something like 16 to 18 years old. Some of these stories make me remember my first experience with a female, involving more than a hug, a kiss (or more) and some exploration by my hands.

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