First Time

Fiction

Foster care 3 – extended family???

This is the third chapter in my foster care series. Hopefully the story is continuing to develop for you and you are enjoying it. If you have not yet read “A new home” and “Girls day out spa day” you may want to read them first.

Fiction

Stuffed Belly

(Some years ago, I posted this on another website. I’ve touched it up a bit for its 2nd debut here.)
Stuffed Belly
A Belly Tale
By
Paul Gazer
I found Penny sprawled on her kitchen floor in a ring of dead beer bottles and donut boxes, cradling her straining belly and groaning like a cow overdue to be milked. She was dressed, more or less, in men’s pajamas, but slopped beer had pasted the shirt to her undulant breasts and the elastic waist had slipped down the steep lower slope of her bulging gut, exposing her round, deep navel. The effect would have been stimulating if it weren’t for her obvious distress.
“Penny! What’s wrong?”
She stiffened at my voice. “G…g… gway!” The moaning turned into ragged sobs, and she clutched her stomach tighter. I sat down behind her head with my Legs stretched out straight on either side of her and heaved her shoulders until her head lay in my lap. She groaned, “No, no, no, no,” rolling her head back-and-forth uncomfortably on my crotch.
“Penny, uh, don’t do that – don’t.” I moved my hands forward to restrain her, then couldn’t find any landing areas that weren’t hills of belly or breast, so my palms ended up where the knobs of her hips would show if they weren’t an inch deep in flesh. I held on to her gently as her sobs decayed into shuddery snuffles.
A month before school had ended, my music teacher’d sent me to meet Penny because she was a good cellist who needed an okay pianist like me to work up some Beethoven sonatas. Her address turned out to be an ugly sandstone mansion Built around 1900. She answered the door herself because, it turned out, she lived there nearly alone. Her mother was long gone, and her big-shot father traveled constantly, leaving Penny with an old housekeeper who managed to stand up long enough to throw supper on the table before tottering back to the gin bottle in her room at the far end of the house.
We became friends during summer weeks of afternoon practice in the music room (it was that kind of mansion) talking mainly about the music we both loved. Penny never revealed anything really personal, except through that music. She played energetically, working her strong arms hard as she fingered and bowed and arching her back in the crescendos so that her thrusting stomach crowded the back of the cello. After a musical climax, a moist sheen would coat her upper lip, her breathing would deepen, and her blue eyes would sparkle with pleasure.
But she hadn’t sparkled on the phone today: “About practice? Um, just, uh, don’t come, okay, Eric?”
“Why not, Penny?”
Her voice had a leaden, hopeless sound: “Just….” She hung up.
Her tone of voice bothered me all afternoon until, at the supper table, I invented an evening practice at her house. At 18, I was the baby of four brothers and the only one still at home, so I got away with murder. My Dad tossed me the car keys without a question. Mom automatically said, “Finish your milk first,” reminding me of one reason I couldn’t wait for college in the Fall.
When my ring wasn’t answered, I pushed Penny’s door open and stood listening in the big foyer until I caught the sound of faraway weeping. I followed the sobs down a long hall and into the big white-tiled kitchen, where I found Penny beached on the floor with the bottles and boxes washed up around her.
And that’s how I ended up here with her head pressing into my groin. She’d quieted down a bit, so I ventured, “Can you get up, Penny?”
“Hunh-unh.”
“Why not?”
She peered at me with tipsy concentration. “Three reas’ns. One, I chugged eight bollsabeer an’ I’m not a sperienced drinker. Two: I ate two dozn donuts an I don’ feelvery good.” She thought solemnly, then added, “I am very, very full.”
“What’s the third reason?” No answer. “Penny?”
“If I get up you’ll look at me in my jamas.”
“Why shouldn’t I?”
She muttered something like “fannully.”
“What?”
“CAUSE I’M FAT AN UGLY!” Penny’s eyes puddled up and tears spilled over her soft round cheeks.
“You’re not ugly.”
She nodded. “Such a pretty face, they all say. But y’know what the girls at school call me?. Jelly Belly.” She started to sob again. “P… p…preggers!” To distract her, I pushed her shirt tails up to her sternum and started rubbing the hard mass of her stomach beneath its pad of firm fat. “Ohhhhh,” she said, “feels good. My tummy hurts soooo bad.”
I continued kneading and caressing. “Because you stuffed it with donuts.”
“Ummmm. An’ beer.”
“No,” I said thoughtlessly, “the beer’s down here.” Shoving her waistband the rest of the way down, I pushed in the base of her belly smartly.
The effect was dramatic. A terrified look crossed Penny’s face and her voice dropped to a growl. “Don’t do that, oh, God, you shouldna… I gotta go, I mean I really gotta go. I, oh jeez, I don’t think I can hold it!”
“Then you have to get up!” Scrambling to my feet, I somehow heaved her 190 pounds sort of vertical. “Where’s a bathroom?”
“My room.” She staggered forward and almost fell. Without thinking, I draped her left arm over my shoulder, wrapped my right arm around her waist, and started walking with her. I could feel the weight of her big right breast bouncing on the back of my hand. Her pajama waistband was still riding just above her crotch and her big bare belly thrust out above it, wagging with every step. It really did look pregnant (or what I guessed pregnant must look like). I felt torn between guilt at spying on her and excitement at her abundant curves.
The trip up the grand staircase and down the hall seemed endless and Penny kept up a stream of terrified mumbling: “Ohgod, I can’t hold it, I’m gonna go, I’m gonna pee, jeez-o-jeez, I’m so embarrassed, I’m gonna let go, I’m gonna wet myself, I wanna die…” and so-forth.
She finally lurched toward an open doorway and I helped her across a frilly female bedroom to the bathroom on the opposite side. I walked Penny over to the toilet, turned her around, then unceremoniously yanked her pants down around her ankles. I pushed on her stuffed belly, right at the navel, and she abruptly plumped down on the toilet. I guessed I might as well finish the job: kneeling, I lifted one foot at a time and removed her pajama bottoms. It had been close: the pants were damp in the middle.
Penny looked down at me, her eyes widening as the situation penetrated the beer fog. “You pulled my jamas off.” She reached a hand to hide her crotch, realized that her big pot belly was on the job, then nervously rubbed the donuts in the extra bulge of stomach below her breastbone.
I faked an air of neutral efficiency: “You smell of beer and your shirt’s all wet.” Undoing the front buttons, I peeled her out of it while she protested feebly. I soaked a washcloth in warm water from the sink and started mopping her chest. Though remarkably large, her breasts weren’t flabby flesh bags, but gourd-shaped rockets that perched alertly on the shelf of her belly, pointing up and out as if ready for launch. As the rough cloth scraped a nipple, it rose erect, mirroring the action in my pants. I gathered the courage to cup her right breast and lift it, my hand trembling at its weight and taut warmth. Penny looked back and forth from my face to her nipple with a sort of stunned expression.
Breathing hard, I set the washcloth aside and said briskly, “Right: all clean.” Penny nodded automatically, her eyes still wide as blue poker chips. “Right, um, okay, Penny, weren’t you going to, um, you know, go?”
“Can’t.”
“But you almost couldn’t hold it.”
“Now I’m too embarrassed. You’ll… hear it and all. Go way.”
“Be sensible; if I let go, you’ll fall off the can. Here, straighten up!” At my tone of command, she did so, lifting her belly enough for me to slip a hand under it. I pressed upward on the tight flesh, massaging the hard balloon of her straining bladder. “Come on, baby, pee for me; that’s a good girl. Make a nice big pee.” I stroked and pushed on her warm, taut belly.
Penny looked at me with a sort of horror as I went on rubbing her gut, then a faraway look crossed her face, like a baby about to let go in its diaper, and she suddenly gushed and splashed into the toilet, on and on and on, while a red blush crawled up her plump cheeks all the way to her hairline. “Uhhhhhh,” she groaned, “good; oh, good.”
“Feel better?” Penny nodded. I wound toilet paper around my hand. “Up again!” She lifted her gut obediently and I reached between her thighs and patted her plump mossy mound. Without thinking, I pressed the paper between its vertical lips. After a couple of blind wipes, my fingers encountered some sort of inner bump. Penny sucked in a breath so deep and sudden that I stopped wiping her.
And there we froze, staring at each other, she propped up on the toilet, pink and naked, me kneeling with my hand between her legs and my finger pushing a button whose existence I hadn’t yet even heard of.
Whatever the situation may seem like today, it was inconceivable way back then, with Ike in the White House and Beaver Cleaver on the black and white tube. We crew-cutted, chino trousered, poodle-skirted high school graduates might brag about “getting to first base,” meaning touching a clothed breast, but anything racier wasn’t expected, and boasts about actual sex were dismissed as fiction. As for what was happening here in this very feminine bathroom, well, it was simply unthinkable. Penny looked down at my hand disappearing between her plump thighs with an amazed and frightened look as if she’d suddenly found herself flying a fighter plane.
As casually as I could, I pulled my fingers out and stood up. “Okay,” a pause to force the squeak out of my voice, then, “time to get you tucked in.” I held out my hands, “Grab hold.” She obeyed and I hauled her upright. Penny swayed and I was afraid her knees would buckle. “Can you walk?”
“Not without ‘ssistance,” she replied with droll dignity, and raised her right arm for support. Happy to oblige, I cupped her right breast to use as a handle and wrapped my other arm around her soft waist with my hand palming the convex lower slope of her bare, thrusting belly. I walked her this way into the bedroom, hoping she wouldn’t notice the painful boner prodding her bottom. At her bedside I flipped the covers back, turned her to face me, lowered her onto the bed, and lifted her feet up onto the sheet.
Penny lay back, grunted soft as a happy piglet, and then looked up at me like a little girl at bedtime. She said in a very small voice, “Don’t leave me alone,” and moved sideways to clear space on the bed. I smiled and sat beside her.
Not knowing quite what to do next, I started rubbing her big belly again. “Yeah, good, ohhhhhh, good!” she breathed. I massaged her slowly, moving my hand in widening circles until I was caressing the warm flesh from her sternum to below her navel. Like her breasts, her belly was too big and dense to collapse when she lay on her back. Starting at the hollow of her breastbone, it rose six inches in a shallow arc, continued south past the sexy well of her navel, then swooped down to meet the top of her pubic mound. My hand worked its way down to massage the tense flesh of this lower bulge and Penny buzzed like a purring cat, arching her back so her belly thrust even higher.
As my fingertips probed this swelling dome, I was amazed by its construction. Her belly had as many layers as an expensive mattress: taut skin on the surface, a pad of fat beneath it, then a tight, resilient sheath of muscle. That couldn’t account for the exuberant thrust of her paunch, which resembled a classic beer gut; so she must have had more fat in her body cavity, along with the usual organs. I pictured the mysterious tangle of small intestine in its three-sided frame of colon, all of it squirting and gurgling as it battled with two dozen donuts. Leaning down, I pressed my ear against her belly button. Sure enough, I heard a rumbling chuckle of liquids and gasses burbling away in the soft factory that distended her swollen belly. It was the most erotic sound I’d ever heard. My head rode up and down with her every breath, and the sweet smell and feel of her big round gut was intoxicating.
“Eric!” I sat up guiltily to find Penny watching me with a horrified expression. “This is the worst thing ever happened to me.”
“Hey, you just had a few too many beers; it’s not that awful.”
“No, no; I mean you saw everything. The whole fat ugly mess.” Penny waved a hand vaguely at her exposed body.
“I meant what I said: you’re beautiful.”
Her look said, don’t patronize me.
I went on, “Such a pretty face indeed, and your body’s indescribable.”
“I’ll say!”
“I mean it!” I placed a hand outside each breast and pushed them together. “Your, uh… these are amazing.”
“Grotesquely big, and my tummy’s disgustingly fat.” She sounded like she was sobering a little.
“Not disgusting, but yes, it’s fat.” When she looked hurt I continued firmly, “Let’s get this straight right now.” I fondled the warm abdominal dome. “This isn’t a tummy or a stomach or a middle.” I started caressing it with both hands. “It’s a belly: a BIG belly. A round, smooth, warm, soft/hard, elegant belly that’s so sexy I can’t stand it.”
“You think I’ll believe this awful GROWTH is sexy?”
I swallowed hard at what I was about to say. “Penny, do you believe a thermometer when it takes your temperature?” A puzzled nod. “Okay, read the thermometer!” Grasping her hand, I pressed it on my groin where she could feel the rod of my cock, as rigid by now as a galvanized pipe.
Her eyes shot wide open. “Is that your, um…?”
I nodded. “Know what makes it hard like that?”
“Of course! Well, I mean, I’ve read and all.”
“You make it hard, Penny, you and your red mouth and your big pink nipples and your navel that I want to lick. Most of all, your big, wonderful, sexy belly makes it hard, so hard it hurts!”
She was absently probing my groin with her fingers. “You really mean this, don’t you?”
“I can’t fake it, Penny; the thermometer can’t lie.”
“Could I…” she was whispering, “…see it?”
I never imagined, I mean, not like this… but then I thought to myself, I’m looking at her naked and she didn’t even have a choice. Fair is fair. Standing nervously, I lowered my pants and shorts and let my shaft arch out like a fat flagpole.
Penny’s eyes got even bigger, if possible. “Will that thing really fit… uh, you know?”
The boys’ shower in the gym had reassured me that I was quite a respectable size; but Penny’d probably never seen a pecker in working mode, if at all. “So they tell me.”
She wrapped her fingers around my penis and kneaded it as if stripping a cow of milk. It had almost the same effect on me. “Easy, Penny! Whoa!”
“Why is the top turning purple?” she breathed.
“It’s all your fault – you and your plump, sexy body.”
For the first time, Penny smiled. Keeping one hand on my cock, she pushed the other between her luscious thighs. The smile grew and grew until a delighted grin spread all over her face, as if she’d just discovered something amazing and wonderful. “My sexy body,” she murmured. “My sexy boobies, my sexy tummy.”
“Belly – your big, sexy belly, and proud of it!”
“Oh, yes!” She thought about this and then a shy expression replaced the grin. “If you want to…” she spread her legs on the bed, “…it would be okay; I mean I’d let you.” The adrenalin burst made my head sing and my eyes see little fireworks. I had to focus hard to keep from coming in her hand. This was unreachable heaven – a solitary guy’s wet dream.
And then reality cut in. “Let go, sweet Penny,” I said, and when she did, I pulled my pants up and sat down again.
She had the betrayed expression of someone who’d discovered a lie that she wanted desperately to believe. “Don’t you want to, after all?”
“I want to so much I’m about to ruin my underwear. I want to so much I’m shaking all over and sweat is running out of my armpits. But I can’t. Not tonight.”
“Why not?”
“Because you’re still more than a little drunk. Because you feel so bad you don’t care what anyone does to you. Because we don’t have any protection.”
“From what?”
“Jeez, Penny, like a rubber. You want to have a baby?”
She nodded slowly as the idea penetrated, then shook her head.
“Tomorrow I’ll come back and we’ll have a real date, and maybe make out, and if you like me and if I’m lucky, you’ll let me cop a feel.”
“What?”
“And if you eat a bit too much, I might rub your belly. Then we’ll see what happens. Date?”
Penny’s smile was very sweet. “Okay.”
“Now sleep, and I’ll take something to remember.” Very slowly, I kissed her mouth, then lifted her breasts and kissed and sucked each eager nipple, then kissed her belly button, snaking my tongue into it so she giggled. A last caress of her warm, full gut, then I pulled the covers over her. “As you sleep, remember how beautiful you are; remember what you did to my thermometer. Sleep, sexy Penny.”
I was at the bedroom door when her light voice floated after me, “Eric?”
“Mmm?”
“Eight o’clock tomorrow?”
“Fine. Sleep.”
“Eric?”
“Yeah?”
“About rubbing my tum… my belly?”
“Mm-hm?”
“I have a dress that buttons down the front.”
“My pants work that way too. Sweet dreams.”
I got home to discover that I’d been at Penny’s no more than an hour. When I gave my dad the car keys he looked up from grading essays. “Was your rehearsal successful?”
Rehearsal? I’d forgotten my invented excuse to go to Penny’s. Suddenly, the word struck me as both wonderful and funny. “It was a thorough rehearsal, Dad; we practiced almost everything.”
Absently, “Good, Son. You two have a performance coming up?”
“Dad, I devoutly hope so.”
He looked puzzled, then shrugged and went back to work.
* * *
Promptly at eight the next night I was again knocking on the big pompous door of Penny’s house and wondering how a now-sober young woman would feel about a guy who’d sucked the nipples on her oversized breasts and caressed her beer-swollen belly while she lay there groaning helplessly. We hadn’t Gone All the Way, as folks so coyly put it then, because gentlemen in those ancient ‘fifties didn’t take advantage of ladies who were drunk and emotionally distraught. As the door finally swung open, I could only hope Penny would remember this and at least readmit me to her house.
She greeted me with a mumbled “Hi, Eric” and a nervous smile, refusing to look directly at me. Tonight, her curly auburn hair was brushed and her lovely face looked more or less recovered from last night’s stuffing. She wore a house dress stretched tight around her thrusting breasts and belly. There was a sheen of oil on her lips and she rubbed her fingers absently on the fabric covering her hips, leaving a stain. “Um, well, c’mon in. I’m in the rec room.”
It was a converted basement with wet bar, pool table, huge couch, soft lights, and the usual 17-inch black and white TV soundlessly showing a western rerun. The coffee table was littered with end-crusts of what we then called pizza pie. Penny plumped onto the couch and gestured for me to join her. “Hungry?” I shook my head. “Well…” A wan smile. “Here I am, pigging as usual, though I’m so full by now, I’ve got a tummy ache.” Leaning back, she rubbed her swollen stomach, just below the overhang of her outsized breasts
“So,” she resumed a bit too casually, “last night you saw everything, didn’t you?” I nodded cautiously. “Now you know why the girls named me Preggers.”
I couldn’t think of an answer. We stared stupidly at the soundless TV.
An uncomfortable pause, then, “Millie van Daan calls me ‘Guts!’ She’s the worst.”
“Um, sounds like it.” Looking at her legs propped up on the coffee table, I noticed how shapely they were, like a pinup girl’s except a size bigger.
Finally, Penny couldn’t stand the silence. “Big fat slob, huh? Say something. Tell me what you think.”
Instead of answering, I moved closer and started gently massaging her stomach. Penny stared at me a moment, then relaxed and let me do it. Feeling the firm/soft layers of her gut was exciting, but a button got in the way. I undid it and slipped my hand onto smooth, warm flesh. When Penny didn’t react, I kneaded her packed stomach for a while, then undid buttons above and below so I could caress her all the way across her pizza bulge. Penny grunted softly and closed her eyes.
After a few minutes of this, she said, “I could probably stuff in those last slices, but I’m too comfortable to move.” Taking the hint, I picked up a pizza wedge and touched her lips with its point. Penny opened her eyes and mouth. As I slowly fed her the pizza, her eyes brightened oddly. By the end of the second slice, she was breathing heavily, and when she’d finished the final slice she was shifting her hips uneasily on the couch and arching her back so that her distended belly strained the other buttons on her dress. “Oooh, that’s good,” she cooed, and a tiny line of olive oil dribbled down her chin.
I leaned slowly forward and licked the oil off; then before she could react I covered her rich mouth. Her kiss was clumsy at first, but as I tongued her lips, they parted and let me enter. After a long, moist engagement, we separated.
“Does that answer your question?”
Penny could only blink because she was breathing as if she’d just entered a footrace and won. Watching her heaving belly, I couldn’t stand it anymore, so I undid the rest of her buttons and pulled the dress aside. There it was: a ripe, rising dome, veiled in white panties from the deep navel down, but arcing pink and shiny up to the base of a white bra as big and hard as a fortress. This erotic bag of fat and organs swelled with each breath like the throat pouch on a frog. When I resumed caressing her taut belly skin, Penny sighed and closed her eyes again.
As we lounged there in the low lighting, I rubbed her flesh in ever larger circles until my finger tips ventured inside the waistband of her panties. Penny stiffened momentarily, then relaxed; so I let the orbit of my exploration grow and grow until I could feel the bottom of her bra above and the first curls of pubic hair below. Continuing to massage Penny’s tense belly, I pushed her panty waistband down until it rode along the base of her gut. As I caressed her warm flesh, I leaned in for another kiss and this time her mouth instantly welcomed my tongue. After another long, wet communion, I settled beside her and went on stroking her swollen stomach, soft navel pit, and full lower gut. It was heaven.
Who knows how many minutes later she murmured, “Eric?”
“Mm?”
“‘Cha thinking?”
A long pause while I got my courage up and then, “If you really want to know, I’m disappointed.” Her belly stiffened suddenly. “I mean, here I am, actually touching your boobs, at least a little, but your bra’s so hard it’s like scraping concrete.”
The convex slope under my hand relaxed again, then shook with a silent chuckle. “I’ll have to stand up,” she said, and did. She reached her arms around her back inside her now-unbuttoned dress and struggled with her snaps. The move thrust her belly forward until she looked more pregnant than ever. When her bra cups loosened slightly, Penny grasped the tip of each one and slowly, hesitently upward so that her breasts finally tumbled out onto the upper slope of her gut.
Those breasts were indescribable imagine cantaloupe teased up in front into cones and faired in back into lush organic gourd shapes where they joined her chest. Imagine red/brown aureoles with nipples like swelling mushroom caps. Imagine shiny skin stuffed tight with flesh that swayed with every movement. Imagine sculpted bags so big that they should have flattened on her belly, but so ripe and gorged with substance that they pointed up and out as if straining to leap off her chest. I sat there and gaped like an idiot.
“Big and sloppy, huh? Elsie the cow, that’s me,” said Penny sadly. As if to prove it, she leaned over so that Elsie’s udders swung before me like a pair of great, lazy bells.
I stared at these vast elastic globes, hypnotized, swallowing repeatedly, then slowly captured one heavy breast in each palm. “My God, Penny. Your breasts are the most arousing sight I’ve ever….”
Penny dropped to squat in front of me, staring up into my face. She studied me intently for a long moment. “Tell me everything,” she whispered, tell me what you’re feeling.
I looked at the heavy breasts now overflowing my hands; I looked at the provocative thrust of the belly globe nesting between ripe thighs; I looked at shimmering hair and curving lips and wide blue eyes. And when I got my voice under control I said, “You are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen or want to see. Your breasts make my hands shake and my ears ring like I took ten aspirin. Your belly drives me crazy. I want to caress it, tickle it, knead it like warm dough. I want to pour honey in your navel and lick it out again. I want to rest my head on your swelling stomach and listen to your sexy guts bubble and purr. I want to push on what’s down below it until you open up and let me inside. I want you, Penny, so badly that I can’t express it.”
Penny grinned. “And you haven’t even mentioned my backside.” Then a strange thing happened: the grin dimmed to a smile and held there while tears welled up in her blue eyes, coursed down her plump cheeks, and splashed the bulging contours of her breasts.
“Penny, I didn’t mean…”
She shook her head, still smiling and flowing like a faucet. “‘S’all right, ‘s’all right.” I helped her up beside me on the deep couch; and held her for five solid minutes while she wept and smiled and wept some more.
I was helpless to deal with this, except to rock her gently and pat her shoulder like a dummy. “Was it something I said?”
“Was it ever!” Penny’s smiling and weeping ramped up to laughing and bawling until I was scared she’d choke or something. I was afraid she’d really come unglued. Eventually, however, she snuffled, wiped her eyes on a paper napkin, and honked loudly into several more. “Sorry,” she said in a small voice. “So.” She pressed her upper arms inward against her breasts, pushing them upward. “You don’t think they’re totally awful.”
By way of answer, I surrounded a nipple with my lips and sucked it upright. “That’s putting it mildly.”
“And you don’t think this giant gut’s disgusting.” Taking a deep breath and holding, she arched her back so that her belly rose to almost double height.
When she deflated for another breath, I swung around and lay with my head in her lap, ear and cheek pressed against her convex wall of soft/hard flesh. “My thermometer can’t lie,” I said, indicating the crotch of my pants.
Penny hesitated, then placed a palm lightly on my groin. “Feels close to freezing.”
“Wait.” As I lay there, my neck soaked up the warm softness of her thighs. My eyes caressed the looming bottoms of her great breasts floating above me like twin moons, my cheek marked the tension beneath her warm belly skin and moved with the rhythmic pressure of her breathing. My ear eavesdropped on an argument between guts and pizza, a struggle marked by gurgles, squirty hisses, and long insistent rumbles like distant summer thunder. The stuff surging through her snaking bowels was so intense that I could swear I felt small pushes on her taut belly surface, like a baby kicking. Those deep-gut quarrels were too erotic to resist.
“Hmmm. Up to 98.6.” She bent forward to look at me over her mighty breasts, shoving them down far enough to press my nose. “Whoa! Now you’ve really got a fever!” Struggling one-handed with unfamiliar buttons, (jeans had buttons then) she opened my fly and snaked her fingers down my own much flatter belly to my pulsing cock. “I want to see it,” she whispered and tried to push my jockey waistband down under my balls.
“Ow! Use the leg opening.”
“Sorry; what about this funny overlap in the middle?” She fingered it and giggled.
“Doesn’t work as well. Hoo-ee!”
“Okay okay.” Obediently, she pulled my briefs aside and guided my cock free. “Ooh!” she said. “You’re really sure it’ll fit?”
“It’s what I hear.”
“Is that a drop of pee?”
“No there’s valves inside that switch over.”
“Yeah, I read about that.”
“It’s well, guys call it jisum, and if you don’t let go pretty soon you’ll see an awful lot more of it.” An extra-loud colonic fanfare made my cock jerk dangerously.
“Mellie, she’s my only friend the other girl no one will talk to.” (Where did Mellie come from? I thought, fighting for control.) “Mellie said it tastes salty and I said how do you know? and she said it’s fun to suck on boys and lick it.” She rubbed my shaft gently with one fingertip. “It sounded dirty when she said it, but now….” Her voice trailed off into a speculative smile.
Now what? At 18, we were still virgins in those days, and even my big brothers’ stories of their conquests were long on brag but short on practicalities. Finally, I said in a half-strangled voice, “Penny, are you as uncomfortable as I am?”
“Tell you the truth, I’m kinda scared.”
“Me too, I guess, but I meant clothes. C’mon: let’s get up.” Untangling gracelessly, we clambered off the couch. “Are you scared of, you, know, doing it?”
Penny shook her head. “I’m not drunk and feeling bad, as you so gently put it last night.”
“Yeah, but you’re still fertile.”
Another head shake. “I just finished, um, you know, monthlies, yesterday.” Penny looked at me directly, as if resolved to tell an uncomfortable truth. “I’m really scared you’ll wake up and see how ugly… see me as I am.”
I returned her steady gaze. “Let’s test it out.” I helped her out of the open dress and lifted the mighty bra off her arms. “My turn.” I stripped my golf shirt, kicked off my loafers, and dropped my pants suavely enough, but ruined it by nearly falling as I tried to get the pants off my ankles. Penny suppressed a giggle. Looking her in the eye, I shoved my briefs down past my erection and stepped out of them.
“Oh God.”
“What’s wrong?”
“It’s still dripping.” Sinking quite gracefully to her knees, Penny whispered, “I want to see what Mellie meant.” And so she did.
And while she kissed my cock tip and licked around it, and pulled it, inch, by inch, between her curving lips, I looked down at the symphony of curves below me: the double arc of her big pink bottom, the twin torpedoes of her wagging breasts, the shallow parentheses of her sides above all, the swollen globe of her thrusting belly. Talk about the music of the spheres! As she moved her head back and forth to milk my shaft, her whole body followed and her stomach skin whitened as it pulled tight over her luscious paunch. Watching her gut strain rhythmically, I wondered if her navel would pop out; and as this erotic vision flashed by, her intestines erupted in a virtuoso solo a long, cascading arpeggio of burbling chuckles.
“Oh, God, Penny!” I pulled out of her mouth so suddenly that her lips popped audibly.
“Did that hurt?”
“No, but I almost couldn’t hold it.”
“Let’s go, then.” Rising, Penny lay down on the wide couch, spread her big shapely legs, and held out her plump arms.
It would be nice to report that our first lovemaking was a glorious communion, but we were virgins, as I said, and we frankly made a mediocre job of it. We fumbled and panted and giggled and slipped; but when we were finally through, Penny’s eyes shone.
“Did you, uh, make it?”
She grinned but shook her head. “Not quite; we’ll have to practice more.”
“Like our music.”
“VERY MUCH like our music,” she said emphatically.
We knelt facing each other on the couch, and I held her great hanging breasts in both hands. “God, you’re beautiful!” I was almost moaning.
Penny looked me in the eyes and started speaking softly. “I knew you must be out there someplace since I was twelve and realized I wasn’t just a temporary fat girl. I invented you when they sent me to the stout lady clothing section. I imagined you when they made me do push ups and play field hockey and the coach yelled at me and the skinny girls giggled in my face. I visualized you when the boys looked at each other and grinned and I sat by myself at dancing class in a dress like a friggin’ rain barrel. I didn’t know who you were or when you might show up, but I had faith someday you’d come.”
“Not much of a prince.”
“But close enough; I’ll take you!”
Rather than mumble some ‘aw shucks’ answer, I moved my arms up and held her silently.
* * *
On another night six decades later, Penny would sadly leave me behind; but between those life-changing evenings 60 years apart, I made her smile ten thousand times, I rolled with her in fragrant sheets, I swelled her belly triply great with babies, I played Bach and Schumann with her in soft summer twilights, and I paraded her through the world on my arm with public pride in my big round woman and grateful joy that I had found her.
I have written this short memoir for you in particular, because you belong to the happy few who know what shouldn’t be a secret: that the great-breasted, full-bellied women are the oldest tribe, that the fat ladies sing the lustiest songs, that the most abundant females are the sweetest in the hay, and that they have the biggest, truest hearts of all.

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Hypnosis Weight Control 4

Cynthia (Cin to me) has been using hypnosis to lose weight. Her brother David has implanted a secret phrase that puts Cynthia into a deep hypnotic trance, ready to receive his suggestions. He has successfully convinced her that she needs his help to have an orgasm while masturbating. His most recent accomplishment, with a little patience, was to have her fuck him. Now her girlfriend Yvette is coming into the picture.

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This summer it will be hot

This is just the beginning. When I started writing it, I never imagined that it would be this big. So, this is only the first part .The beginning is slow, but I like it this way. i don’t like to rush into things. Enjoy!
The bell rang, announcing the end of another long and boring school year. Students flowed into the hallways. A tumult stood through all the school. The students shouted, laughed and talked loudly while walking towards the exit. The most impatient ran towards it.
A fourteen year old boy with long blond hair, falling on his shoulders and sad deep blue, almost sapphire eyes walked through the enormous crowd towards the school’s main doors, but he wasn’t paying attention to all the noise around. Iphone ear-buds plugged his ears and let him hear only the “Dark Water” track from an album named “Sheisinbyouin”. Jake liked this album. Together with “Cellblock” it was the ideal album for listening in school. It expressed perfectly all the boy’s thoughts about school. And it was right. What is school in the end but a combination of a prison and mental asylum?
Jake reached the exit and went out. The shift of atmosphere and feeling was immense. Vast, open spaces filled with light were much more better than the narrow, crowded and somehow gloomy school’s hallways. Everything looked brighter than usual under the midday rays of the Sun, shining from a light blue cloudless sky. A smile appeared on Jake’s face. He even removed the ear-buds from the ears and turned off the the music in order to enjoy the first day of summer. He took a breath of the warm air and all his being was filled by only one thought: Summer is here!
No more school for three months, no more disturbing and lousy classmates, no more old teachers, standing on the brink of total mental collapse, no more tests and what is the most important, no more physical education lessons with that fat teacher. At least for three months Jake can forget about all these things. He wished that he was older and finishing the twelfth grade and graduating from this place. But this is very distant future. He is only fourteen and he still got plenty of years to study in this place of wickedness.
Jake walked trough the little garden in front of the school and then when he reached the sidewalk, he turned left and went towards the city centre. From it he will go to the beach and then go along the lake’s shore north, to his house.
Xxx
It was a beautiful afternoon. The rays of the Sun were shining, reflected from the calm surface of the lake’s waters on Jake’s left. Small waves crushed onto the fine yellow sand of the beach. On the left stood palms, casting big shadows on the beach. Lush dark green bushes and smaller trees covered the ground between the tall palms. Sometimes a house appeared between the vegetation. They were the summer houses, that stood on the northern border of the city. Jake’s house was the last in their row, showing the town’s border on the beach.
Now these houses were empty, but after several days, life will fill them. Women will be skin dipping on the beach, children will be playing in low waters and during the night there will be a disturbing tumult of music, people’s shouts and sometimes sirens, that will disturb Jake’s sleep. The summer was the best time, summer was the worst time.
Jake looked ahead and saw that the process of inhabiting these empty houses had already started. An Asian boy about Jake’s age stood on the piece of beach in front of a two storey white house with black tiled roof. Jake get closer to him. The boy noticed him, turned in his direction and smiled. And something happened to Jake. His mouth went dry, he felt anxiety rising inside his stomach. And for the first time in years a smile appeared on his face. The boy looked Thai. He was of the same height as Jake, maybe slightly taller. His skin was slightly tanned and of an olive colour, typical for the people of South East Asia. The boy had short raven black hair and shining dark brown eyes. His large smile showed two rows of perfect white teeth. He was wearing a plain white shirt and short light blue shorts, which ended at the half of his thighs.
“Hi! I am Jake”-said the blond boy. For some reason he started a conversation, which was another thing very unusual for him.
“I am Chandra”-responded the Thai boy-”I am new here. Will stay at this town all summer.”
“This is great! We can spend a lot of time together”-said Jake at the same time thinking what made him some talkative. Never before Jake has spoken so well with someone. Apart from Jean.
“Yes! You live here?”
Jake nodded and pointed to the one story house ahead with the glass wall shining from the Sun rays.
“So, we are neighbours. That’s great. How old are you?”-asked Chandra.
“Turned fourteen three moths ago.”
“No way! Believe me or not, but me too. Strange coincidence, right?”
Jake nodded. He looked at the smiling boy, at his shining teeth and eyes and a thought crossed his mind and struck him like lightning. For the first time in his life he has a friend. Not a parasitic vampire leech, but a real one.
“What are you doing right now?”-asked Jake. He wanted to walk around with Chandra, to show him the town, to laugh with him.
“Nothing special”-said Chandra.
“Maybe we…”-Jake started, but a female voice from the house interrupted him.
“Chandra! Your stuff won’t go itself to the room”-it shouted.
“That’s my mom. Must go now. See you later.”-said the Thai boy, turned around and walked into the house. Jake looked at his relaxed walking, at his straight posture, at how the bottom of the shirt, resting on his buttocks, shifted while he moved, and felt something stirring in his underwear.
“Please! Not now!”-thought Jake. But his efforts were futile. Now there was a hard as iron boner in his pants. Jake started walking again. The hot erected member between the legs stiffened his movement. And every time the hot and slightly wet glans came in contact with the skin of the pubic area, the penis went harder. The boners were one of the things that Jake hated about puberty. They started half a year ago, at the same time when Jake started waking up with strange wet spots in the front of the underwear. Jake hated how boners appeared at the wrong time at the wrong places, in other words, everyday and at least once in an hour. He didn’t understand them. The penis was only an excretory organ, so why he goes hard and long for no reason?
Jake arrived at Jean’s place. It was flat, one storey house with white walls and a black tiled roof. One interesting thing about the house was the glass wall of the living room, opening to the lake. And Jake loved to relax on the coach, listen to Jean’s music and look at the lake waters and how they crash onto the beach.
Jake entered the house through the main entrance, took the blue sneakers off the feet and looked around. On the left side of the hallway a door opened into a room that can be called library. On the right there was the kitchen. Ahead there was the living room. Jake went into the kitchen. He washed the hands in the kitchen’s sink and then opened the fridge.
“Hi Jake!”-said someone.
Jake turned and saw Jean. It was his uncle, with whom he has been living for the last five years. Since his mom became a success in show business and forgot all about him. Jean was twenty five years old. He had short black hair and dark brown eyes. There was always a smile on his face. Especially when Jake was nearby. Jake knew that Jean loved him like no one in the world. Actually, Jean was the only person in the world that cared about him. Even when his own mother and father forgot all about his existence.
“Hi!”-responded the boy.
“So, how is school?”-asked Jean.
Jake took his grade paper from the front right pocket of his denim shorts and handed it to Jean. While Jean was unfolding the paper and looking at it, Jake took out some pineapple juice and sandwiches from the fridge and placed them on the table.
“Like usual”-commented the man, wearing a blue tie-dye shirt and blue jeans-”Straight A-s, apart from physical education.”
“The teacher is just unbearable”-said Jake.
“That Russian old fat guy? Boris or something like that?”
Jake nodded with the head and bit one of the sandwiches.
“Don’t worry about him. He is just another brick in the wall. I guess it’s because of his fat and psychopathic wife.”
Jake smiled.
“And who need PE anyway? It’s only for the macho ones, stuck in the emotional-territorial circuit.”
“The teacher says that it’s good for our health.”
“But for some unknown reason, people dealing with sports die at a younger age than all the rest. How about that?”
“Yeah”-said Jake. He took a sip of the yellow pineapple juice from the glass.
“I have some news”-said Jean-”Tonight I must go to work. I am Dj-ing at a local party, so I will return Sunday around twelve am.”
Jake nodded. Jean had a strange working schedule, but Jake was used to it. After all, his uncle was a Dj and a very good one. And also a music producer.
“I will spend a whole Saturday all alone”-commented the blonde boy.
“Yes! But this isn’t all. At Monday, your cousin will arrive. He will spend the whole summer with us. His parents will be on tour all summer long. First gigs after all. Do you remember Leo Jake?”
Jake shook the head left and right.
“Ah! Stupid me! You have met once and it happened ten years ago. Don’t feel nervous Jake. He is like you, only more cheerful. You will like him.”
“How old is he?”
“Fourteen. Believe me, he is nice. You will get along well together. And the last thing for today is that our new neighbours invited us for dinner.”
“The Thai ones?”-asked Jake with a curious voice. Jean’s words stirred again memories about Jake and made something stir in Jake’s pants.
“Yes! I spoke with them. They are very friendly and they have a boy of your age.”
“Chandra”-said Jake.
“You had already met him?”
“Yes! I think we are friends now”
“Now that’s great news! You need a friend.”
“But I have you”-said Jake. There were no signs of sandwiches on the plates and the glass with juice was almost empty.
“But you need also someone of your age. Of course I can talk with you about everything, but there are certain things that someone of your age will understand better than an adult.”
“Okay. I am convinced”-said Jake. He got up from the table and placed the dish and glass in the sink.
“An idea just passed through my mind. Why not to invite Chandra for a sleep over?”
Sweat covered Jake’s spine, a tight knot formed in the stomach, the mouth became dry and the penis went hard, so hard that it threatened to tear apart the white fabric of Jake’s underwear.
“ Why not?”-responded Jake. A wide smile covered his face. He was on seventh heaven now. It would have been total ecstasy, if not for the boner.
“I will propose it to Chandra’s parents during dinner. I must go and prepare for work. Have a good time”-said Jean and went out of the kitchen.
Jake wanted to jump from the news. He and Chandra together for a night. And why not for a whole day. They can talk, play games, walk around the city, listen to some music. So many possibilities to have fun together…
The blond boy went to his room with a noticeable tent in the pants and it went down only an hour after the talk in the kitchen.
Xxx
The evening was the most wonderful time in the city. The suffocating heat of the day gave place for the relaxing and peaceful chilliness of the night. Usually, at this time, after sunset the city becomes crowded. Local people and tourists walk down the beach, spend the time in the bars or go dancing into the clubs. But there were also some groups of people, that gathered together in the loneliest places of the town and enjoyed the quiet night ambiance. Jean and Jake belonged to the latter. When Jean didn’t need to go working, he and Jake spent the evening watching films, playing video games, listening to music or playing on the synthesizers. But today, it was their first evening, spent with the neighbours. And it went fantastic. Especially for Jake.
At the neigbhbours’ place, miss Pradesh served them authentic Thai food. At first, it seemed too spicy for Jake, but with time and lot of water, he managed to overcome the tongue burning spices. He was impresses by Jean, who showed no signs of affection by the intense levels of pepper in the dishes. During dinner, Jake sat next to Chandra and this made him feel both aroused and anxious. He wanted to talk to the Thai boy, but the presence of Chandra’s parents scared him. He was afraid of saying something inappropriate or bringing too much attention to his persona.
After having eaten dessert, Chandra’s parents and Jean left the living room and went into the kitchen. Jake looked at Chandra and smiled. The boy smiled back. And Jake felt how something started to straighten up between the legs as he looked at the beautiful smile of the Thai boy with crow black hair. Jake turned and looked straight into the kitchen. He could hear the conversation between the adults very clearly.
“I had an idea today. What if Chandra will spend the night at my place together with Jake?”-asked Jean.
Chandra looked at Jake with an expression of awe on the face. The next moment, Jake noticed how his Thai friend tried to cover the front of his shorts with the white shirt.
“He has one too”-thought Jake. At this moment, his own hard penis jerked the last time and turned into a hard as stone tower, immovable and unbreakable. With the peripheral vision, he saw how Chandra’s eyes sometimes shifted down. Instead of feeling ashamed, Jake became more aroused than before. He had a feeling that his member will either explode right now or tear the fabric of his underwear apart.
“This sounds wonderful! I have no problems with this. How about you my beloved husband?”-asked miss Pradesh. Her voice was calm, sweet and melodic.
“No. No problems at all. Chandra needs a friend, otherwise he will be totally sucked into cyberspace. It’s good to see him not in front of a monitor. And we have plans for tonight, so it’s just great that you offered it”-answered mister Pradesh with a deep, low and bassy voice.
“We’re planning to trance dance at this “Entheoreality” party”-explained miss Pradesh.
Jean giggled.
“All I can say is…see you there.”
“What do you mean?”-asked mister Pradesh.
“You will see on the place. I will go and tell to the boys the good news”-said Jean ad went out of the kitchen.
But the boys already knew the good news. And their minds weren’t the only thing aroused by it. When Jean came into the room, Chandra moved the chair closer to the table, in order to hide the tent in his pants. It was noticeable even under the shirt covering the light blue short shorts. Jake wondered why Chandra’s boner was so visible and felt good about wearing jean shorts today.
“Chandra! I have an offer for you. Would you like to stay at our place tonight?”
The Thai boy smiled and nodded. It was a sincere smile, but Jake saw some anxiety in Chandra’s dark brown eyes. And he knew the reason of it.
“Fantastic! I must go now. Have a good time!”-said Jean and left the living room.
The conversation in the kitchen started again, but Jake didn’t pay attention to it. He was looking at Chandra and paying attention at the changes in his body.
“It will be fun! Come on! Let’s go!”-said Jake. His mouth was dry. His heart pumped so hard, that Jake could hear its thumps in the ears. Hot perspiration covered his spine. The erect penis didn’t show any signs of getting down.
Chandra’s eyes shifted down and then up.
“I must go to my room and take a few things. Wait here!”-he said, than turned away from Jake , stood up and went in a quick pace away from the living room with the round table in the middle, filled with empty dishes and glasses.
Jake looked at the lake, reflecting now the rays of the full moon, from the window and then down at his pants. His breath stuck in the throat. The heart started racing at incredible speed again. All this time his zipper was opened, revealing his white underwear. But the most shocking was that Jake could see the head of the aroused penis stretching the fabric of the underwear. And it meant…
“He saw my boner! How embarrassing!”- thought Jake. But the embarrassment didn’t make him feel bad or ashamed. In fact, this knowledge only made his boner stronger. The glans penis demanded attention and sent waves of pleasure down the shaft and into the groin every time Jake thought about Chandra. Jake felt a strong urge to intensify the pleasure. Something inside him told that if he will stroke this aroused member, he will feel something heavenly and unforgettable.
The blond boy concentrated all his will and closed the fly. Then he got up, went into the hallway and then upstairs. He wanted to check out Chandra. Chandra’s room was in the far end of the hallway on the right. Jake entered it. He saw Chandra sitting behind the computed desk and looking at the black screen of the monitor. The front of his shorts was flat, but there was a little wet spot near the waistband. Jake quickly looked shifted his eyes at something else, but the effect already came. The semi hard penis went again into full hard mode.
“This is how you are taking some things?”-Jake broke off the silence.
Chandra looked at him.
“I am thinking what to take. But it seems I don’t need anything”-he said.
“How about a pajama?”-asked Jake. He looked around. Chandra’s room felt good and friendly. Light green wallpapers. A bed covered by a warm orange blanket and a blue pillow. A computer. No television. A wardrobe and a bookcase. And of course a window, opening to the road in front of the house.
“Well… I don’t sleep in pajamas…I sleep…nude…”-said Chandra with long pauses between the words. Everything looked calm in his shorts. But there was a firework show in Jake’s. From Chandra’s words his dick jerked. Jake felt a tiny droplet of sticky liquid appearing from the urethral orifice and forming a little wet spot on his underwear. If it wasn’t for his steel will, Jake would have started stroking his penis right now.
“I also like to sleep that way. But lets decide this question when the time will come”-said Jake. He wanted to get rid of all the thoughts about naked Chandra, about them sleeping naked together. Jake felt a desire to explore the pleasures of a boner, but not now and not with Chandra.
“You’re right. Let’s go then”-said Chandra and got up -”Lead the way Jake.”
Jake turned, went out of the room and then went downstairs, Chandra walked next to him on the left. Sometimes, Jake threw glances at Chandra’s shorts, especially at that wet spot. And from every single look at it Jake’s penis jerked and excreted little droplets of some fluid onto the underwear. Now all the fabric around the tip of the boner felt wet and sticky. And near the door, while putting sneakers on the feet and watching at Chandra’s groin, Jake felt a desire to caress the hidden soft parts of his friend.
Xxx
The chilled air outside the house helped Jake a lot with the problem in the pants. Also, it took all the thoughts away from his mind and replaced them with an almost meditative stillness. During the walk down the beach to his house, Jake enjoyed the night with the bright white full moon in the clear, star filled sky. To his right the dark waters of the lake crushed softly into the gray sand of the beach. The trees on the border of the beach moved slightly and their leaves rustled from the weak and fresh evening breeze.
Chandra walked on Jake’s left side. Jake looked sometimes looked at him and felt how the first signs of anxiety formed in the stomach. He guessed that Chandra felt that way too. And every time he started to feel heaviness in the groin, Jake looked at the lake and at the moon shimmering in its waters.
It took for the boys ten minutes to get to the place in a slow, relaxed pace. Jake opened the front door and let Chandra enter first.
“This is my place”-said Jake after entering the house and closing the door. Chandra was taking off the sneakers at this time and Jake used the chance to look at Chandra from behind. The curves of Chandra’s buttocks brought another erection for Jake as well as a compulsive desire to put touch them and then slid one hand between the thighs and stroke Chandra’s sweet and soft boyhood. In order not to bring attention from Chandra, who had already finished taking off the sneakers and to cast away the lusty thoughts, Jake bent and quickly removed his own footwear.
“What we will do now?”-asked Chandra.
“Lets go into the living room and think there”-said Jake and stood straight.
“And where is it?”
“There”-said Jake and pointed with the right hand ahead.
When Chandra entered the entertaining room, he gasped. The far wall was made out of glass and he could see the calm waters of the lake reflecting the moon from it. In the right part of the room, near the wall stood a big flat screen TV with two hi-fi speakers on both sides. A Cd player rested on one of the shelves beneath the TV.
Several meters away from the TV stood a large dark blue sofa. Between the sofa and the TV there was low rectangular wooden table. The left side of the room was empty with a long Cd shelve near one of the walls and it was all filled with CD-s. And there was a hallway in the left wall, leading to Jean’s and Jake’s bedrooms.
“Wow! This room is huge”-said Chandra – “It’s ideal for a home party.”
“I guess so. But I like to sit here all alone and look at the lake while listening to some music”-said Jake.
“And what music do you have here?”-asked Chandra and walked to the Cd shelve.
“It’s not very popular and I think you had never heard it before”-said Jake. He followed Chandra and tried not to look down at his buttocks.
“Can we listen to something?”
“No problem. But you choose the music.”
“What about some recommendations?”
“No recommendations. It’s more interesting this way”-said Jake. Now he stood left to Chandra.
“Okay. Lets see”-said the Thai boy and started looking at the CD’s.
The shelve wasn’t very high. Its upper end was at level of Jake’s upper abdomen. And because of this Chandra squatted a lot, giving Jake a lot of arousing views of his curves. Jake tried not to look at it too much in fear of losing control. When Chandra squatted, the shorts contoured his thighs and his buttocks so well, that it looked as if they were more of a second skin than clothes and this drove Jake’s member insane.
“Jake, where is the cover of this CD?”-asked Chandra.
Jake shifted the gaze away from the lake back to Chandra. And his mouth went dry. Chandra was still squatting, but he had turned towards Jake, revealing to him the bulge between his legs, contoured by the light blue material of the shorts.
“I don’t know. Maybe some bootleg”-answered Jake. His mouth was extremely dry, like the mouth of a person taking puffs of marijuana. He tried not to look down there, but his eyes always betrayed him and went too low.
“Okay. Lets listen to it too. I am ready”-said the Thai boy. He stood up and smiled. Jake smiled back, but his smile was a little nervous. He hoped that Chandra didn’t notice his curious stares at his groin.
“Here is some stuff I would like to listen to”-said Chandra and handles the CD-s to Jake. He had chosen only three. Jake looked at them. One was just ab unknown CD in a plastic case, while two others were just full-on albums. Not the best stuff in the collection, but they work well when you have the desire to dance.
Jake went to the Cd – player. Chandra followed him to the sofa and then sat on it. Jake squatted and put all the three Cd-s into the player. When one will end, the player will shift the discs inside and the next one will start playing. Before turning around, the blond boy took a closer look at the two Cd-s. On one Cd cover he could read nine names of psychedelic substances inside circles of different colours, while the image on the cover of the other reminded him of folded paper. A knowing smile crossed his face. At least one album will totally blow Chandra’s head, even if it belongs to the full-on genre.
The boy with long blond hair pushed the play button on the CD reading device, stood up and turned around. He saw Chandra sitting on the sofa with the one leg on the floor while the other one rested on the sofa with the knee close to Chandra’s chest. Thanks to this pose, Jake could see inside the right sleeve of Chandra’s shorts. And the view made his semi hard penis stood straight again. It hardened back so fast, that even the jeans rippled a bit and brought Chandra’s attention to Jake’s crotch. But Jake didn’t care at that moment. His eyes were fixed on Chandra. The view revealed him that Chandra wore no underwear. Also Jake could see a little of Chandra’s huddled scrotum. If Jake could see more, than he would have noticed the aroused shaft of Chandra’s dick.
Jake sat right to Chandra and only now he noticed how hard and strong was his hard on. He also noticed Chandra’s glances at the little rippling in the jeans, but he decided not the hide it anymore. Knowing that Chandra could see his erection made him more hornier. When the ambient prelude of the first album, composed from sounds of an equatorial forest and a long sample about ayahuasca, came to an end, a goal achieved form in Jake’s mind. He told himself that tonight he will touch the genitalia of his new friend. Jake didn’t know that Chandra was thinking about the same thing,
When the beat entered in the first track, accompanied by a throbbing bassline, acid sounds and a tribal flute, thoughts about sexual matters left the head of the boys.
Chandra was stunned by the music and Jake was smiling at the reaction of his friend.
“Wow! This is so good!”-said Chandra while bobbing his head to the rhythm-”Why had I never heard such music before. So trancing and driving. I just want to stand up and dance.”
“If you want to do it, do it”-said Jake.
“Only if you will join me. I don’t want to look like an idiot.”
“I am not a good dancer.”
“Neither do I, but I really want to dance…”
“And you’re afraid of dancing alone because it will look too stupid in your opinion”-finished Jake.
Chandra nodded.
“Let’s dance then”-said Jake and stood up from the sofa. He went behind it, to the open space of the room. Chandra followed his actions and went into a frenetic dance. Jake also started moving, but his movements were unnatural and robotic. He just couldn’t get into the groove. And it continued for awhile, till the end of the first album.
During the pause, when the Cd-s were switched inside the player, Chandra said to Jake in a heavy and tired voice:
“That was fantastic! Never heard anything like it before. Never danced so wild either. Come on Jake! Loose up a little!”
“I’ll try”-said the blond boy and made a little smile.
The second CD started and when the beat began, Chandra again made an amazed face.
“This is even harder than the previous one”-he said with wide eyes and a large smile on the red face, covered with face. Jake didn’t say anything. He also was amazed by the kick. He only had listened to this Cd once and on a portable player with ear-buds, not on hi-fi stereo sound system. Both boys started danced. And they danced like nobody is watching. Jake looked at Chandra, who was totally in the sound and beat. He was dancing with eyes closed and hands and feet moving in synchrony with the effects in the tracks. During the dance, Jake started to feel better and more at ease. Soon, he lost all sense of time. Only when the Cd ended, he understood that he danced with Chandra for an hour. He was all covered in sweat. His breath was rapid and heavy. The cheeks burned. The legs felt weak. The mouth was desert dry.
“Do you want something to drink?”-asked Jake the Thai boy. He looked more attractive now with sweaty black hair, red cheeks and large wet spots on the back and front of the shirt.
“Water. Only water”-answered Chandra.
Jake went into the kitchen, took two glasses from a shelve above the sink and a bottle of water from the fridge. While pouring water into the glasses, Jake thought about Chandra. Again lust and arousal crept inside him and turned on every neural cell of his brain. Jake imagined Chandra pulling down the pants and showing to him the wrinkled skin of the scrotum, gleaming with beads of sweat. The next moment he thought about how it would feel to slip the hand into his friend’s shorts and touch his wet and sweaty package. Jake’s penis stood hard like a monolith and its tip pulsated with pleasure. A kinky idea crossed Jake’s mind. He decided to tease Chandra and opened the zipper on his pants, revealing the top his tent with a little wet spot on the top. The he went back into the room.
Chandra was sitting Indian style on the wooden floor. His hair glistened with sweat. The wet parts of the shirt stuck to his body. When Jake came, Chandra looked at him and in less than thirty seconds something emerged in his shorts.
“Why the music isn’t playing?”-asked Jake. He squatted in front of Chandra and handled him the glass of water.
“I don’t know. I think the disc is corrupted”-said Chandra and then drank the water in big gulps. Jake meanwhile looked at Chandra’s shorts. The boner was impressive. Jake felt an urge to pin down Chandra to the floor and stroke his member.
“I will go and turn off the player then”-said Jake and stood straight. Before turning towards the TV, he noticed how Chandra’s tent jerked. It was too much for him. He will turn off the player and then he will get dirty with Chandra. He wanted it too much. His gonads wanted it too much.
The horny boy with blue eyes drank the water, put the glass on the low table, then walked to the player, bent over and turned it off. He wanted to turn around and look at Chandra before proposing the next thing, but the Thai boy overtook him. He walked behind Jake and crossed his arms around his waist.
“How about some wrestling?”-he asked in a playful tone and then dragged Jake. Feeling Chandra’s warm skin against his, feeling his warm breath against his neck, sensing his heartbeat through the spine made Jake feel like in heaven. But the most arousing thing was feeling his hard and hot aroused member on the left hip. It felt big and it really wanted some attention, if Jake could even feel it trough the material of the jeans and underwear.
Chandra dragged Jake around the table and then the blond boy decided to act. He shifted all his weight on Chandra. The Thai boy staggered and then fell on the sofa. His hold weakened. Jake slid down from Chandra’s arms, sat on the floor, then turned around. Now he was sitting with the feet propped against the butt. He was between Chandra’s legs. His head was on the level of Chandra’s lower abdomen. Chandra was on the sofa and he was breathing heavily. Sweat covered his forehead.
“You’re heavy”-he said in a weak and panting voice.
Jake didn’t notice Chandra’s comments. All his attention was focused on Chandra’s shorts with a tent, pointing to the boy’s belly. Especially, Jake’s attention was focused on the smell. A dense, musky and sweet odour emanated from Chandra’s groin. Since the first sniff at it, Jake was addicted to it. This scent intoxicated him, filled his mind with nothing but a desire to remove the shorts from Chandra and suck his hard member. Jake’s penis also reacted to this genital smell. From every sniff, it twitched, releasing little drops of pre-cum onto the underwear’s white fabric.
Jake placed the hands on Chandra’s knees and started moving them around. Slowly he moved upwards, taking the palms away from Chandra’s warm skin. Jake caressed the skin of his friend’s thighs only with the end of the fingers. By the euphoric stare of the Thai friend, Jake understood that he likes it a lot.
Jake moved very slow, moving the fingertips in circular motion, from the outer side of the thighs to the inner and then back to the outer. His fingertips caressed Chandra with the same softness, as of the summer breeze. Even without feeling the muscles of the thighs, Jake could sense how tense they were, waiting for the moment, when the fingers will reach the long iron hard member.
But Chandra’s couldn’t wait too long. When Jake finally reached the sleeves of the shorts and was ready to place the hands on their fabric, Chandra slipped down the coach, sat on Jake thighs, put the left arm around Jake spine and brought Jake body closer, so that their chests touched. His hard as stone and hot as a coal penis poked into Jake’s belly. Than he sent the right hand between their bodies right into Jake’s groin. When Chandra’s hand touched trough the jeans his huddled from arousal scrotum, Jake gasped, rolled back the head and squeezed the thighs. The feelings was the same as when someone tickled him, but far more intense. A wave of tingling warmth and pleasure spread through the body from the groin, raising every single hair on the arms and torso.
A kinky smile appeared on Chandra’s face. He moved his right hand up and pushed some fingers into the open zipper. Jake jumped and again squeezed the thighs, Now the pleasure was even stronger than before. Chandra’s warm fingers stroked his balls, sometimes a finger caressed the base of the aroused shaft. Every single stroke brought a wave of intense, electric and tingling pleasure, which went up Jake’s spine and turned on every cell of his body.
Jake also decided not to be in a passive position. He placed the right hand on Chandra’ buttock and then moved it between his legs. When it reached the Thai boy’s sack, filled with two enlarged testicles, ready for a release of their liquid content, the effect came in a moment. Chandra’s moaned, his head arched back and his thighs squeezed involuntarily. It was the ideal moment for an escape from Chandra’s hold, but the lust was too strong. Jake removed the hand from between Chandra’s legs, placed it at the base of his left buttock and moved it under the band of the shorts. Excitement grew inside Jake’s stomach together with the pleasant tension in the lower body as his hand travelled from from the buttock to the groin. Chandra’s skin felt silky soft and warm, as the milk for breakfast during winter. Jake’s hand climbed the Thai friend’s thigh and then descended into the valley between the legs. Now Jake could feel the intense sensual heat coming from Chandra’s rod. Finally he placed the palm of the hand on the boy’s hot, moist, pulsating glans. The fingers touched the silky smooth skin of the shaft. Also they felt the steel firmness of Chandra’s tool beneath its soft skin. Jake was impressed by how wide it felt. For Chandra, Jake’s warm hand was the last stroke. His back arched, he thrust the hips and an enormous load of hot and sticky semen covered Jake’s hand. The blond boy immediately removed the hand from Chandra’s short with surprise written on the face. But his actions weren’t too fast and a second load covered the fingers. Jake removed the hand from his ejaculating friend’s shorts and looked at it..The palm of his hand was covered in some sticky white liquid. Long threads of it formed between the fingers. It’s smell reminded Jake of detergent. And it turned him on. But Chandra’s liquid wasn’t the only thing that drove him mad at the moment. Feeling Chandra’s twitching member, squirting out the last drops of hot semen with the skin of the belly drove Jake closer to the point of no return. His thighs were tense. The top of his penis throbbed with intense pleasure and desired some stimulation. His heart raced with the same speed as after a heavy gym session. The skin felt warm and flushed.
When Chandra stopped squirting sperm he saw that Jake was waiting for the pleasures of an orgasm. He moved the fingers on Jake’s shaft and started stroking it trough the underwear. Jake closed the eyes and enjoyed the waves of pleasure passing trough his body and the the rising tension in the groin. Several strokes were enough. Jake closed the eyes and it began. For a short moment time stopped for Jake. The breath stuck in the throat. The electric pleasure gathered between the legs and the next moment his first conscious ejaculation began. With the first big load, an intense wave of warm euphoric and electric bliss spread trough all his body from the genital area. A big yellow light exploded behind closed eyelids. Jake moved back the head and thrust the hips. Then the penis twitched again and another wave of intense and inexpressible pleasure passed through the body. Jake felt as he was in a sea of pure awareness and its waves covered him in ecstasy from the feet to the head. The twitching of the penis became faster, but with every twitch it released less and less sperm. Also at this point, the euphoria of the orgasm subsided. And when the release of sperm finally stopped, Jake was in a relaxed state, feeling pleasant warm in all the parts of the body. His skin, covered by perspiration, felt like if it was surrounded by static electricity. Everything in the trousers was wet. The penis still stood rock hard, but it demanded no attention. There was no sex in Jake’s mind. For the moment.
“How was it?”-asked Chandra. He slid down Jake’s knees and now sat in front of Jake with the spine propped against the sofa and with the knees against the chest. Jake looked at Chandra’s bulge and again lust crept over his neural tissue. He wanted more. He wanted to try more radical things. He wanted to see Chandra naked, to feel his cock and balls in the hands once more, to feel it in his mouth. But now, the only thing he could see was parts of the scrotum through the sleeves of the shorts.
Chandra felt the same way. Looking now at the big wet spot on Jake trouser, which clung to Jake’s shaft, revealing a little of its flushed skin with prominent blue veins, made him feel aroused again and drove him mad with the desire to put a hand between the legs and to stroke his own tired member, which was coming back again to life.
“I have never felt something like this before”-answered Jake wiping the hand from Chandra’s sperm against the black shirt.
“What do you mean? You never had experienced an orgasm before?”-asked Chandra with a a bewildered voice.
Jake shook the head left and right.
“I don’t believe you. Have you at least tried masturbating?”
“Mast…what?”-asked Jake.
“Masturbating”
“Never heard that word before”-said Jake and got up on the feet.
“Okay!”-said Chandra, feeling excitement arousing in his belly-”Do you know what is that liquid on your hand, shirt and in your pants?”
“It’s the same thing that you can find on the underwear in the morning sometimes”-answered Jake. He felt a little stupid, but it didn’t bother him too much. He was never interested in these things anyway. Until today.
“Okay, you know at least something. Do you know what an erection is?”
“It’s when the penis becomes hard.”
“We’re making progress. From this we will begin”-said Chandra. In his mind, he felt extremely excited. He will show him the basic things and then they will go further. It’s just matter of time now.
“Can we talk about it later. I want to take a shower right now”-said Jake.
Chandra smiled.
“Shower is a nice place for these kind of talks”-said the Thai boy.
Jake understood the meaning in these words. A kinky smile spread across the face.
“Lets go the bathroom”-said the blond boy.
The boy went across the living room towards the hallway, leading the the bedrooms, bathroom and the studio.

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Wish upon a star ch.1

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