Date: Thu, 25 Nov 2010 14:24:39 -0500 (EST)
From: Loch Ness Laddie <invershecky77@aol.com>
Subject: Breakdown in Georgia - Chapter 4

Breakdown in Georgia
By: Loch Ness Laddie
Chapter 4


This story is entirely fiction and it never happened in real life, however
in my fantasy world, it could have happened a long time ago, and NO animals
and/or minors were ever harmed in the creation or telling of this story;
and lastly as always, do NOT attempt these scenarios in the real world, AND
AS ALWAYS USE RELIABLE PROTECTION, as I have had too many dear friends (and
acquaintances) in my long life die of the "A" word!

Special Note: After receiving several suggestions on my writing style, I
have elected to try a new style, where the paragraphs are shorter and more
descriptive, I hope this will increase your reading pleasure, enjoy!


     Before he had left the other day, Willy had invited me to attend his
Church with his Mother and Aunt, so I found a pair of dress pants and a
long sleeve white shirt (along with a Tie) in my luggage that was clean,
and hung them in the Bathroom that night, then I took a hot shower with the
door and window closed, and this really steamed the Bathroom up, and
hopefully it would get any wrinkles out by morning.

	And here it was morning and I shaved once again, quickly showered,
dried off and got dressed, and I was supposed to meet Willy and his Mom at
the Restaurant and they would give me a ride with them to their Church
(because it was too far to anyone to walk).

     So I walked over to the Restaurant, where I found Willy's Aunt,
dressed in her Sunday finest (complete with a Hat) and she invited me to
sit with her, and being the Owner, she and the Cook opted to have Sunday's
off.

     And they could attend Church (being older and more conservative
ladies) while the younger girls working there on Sunday, didn't much go to
Church like the older Black people did.

	Willy and his Mom had not gotten there yet, so I just held off on
Breakfast and just had Coffee while talking to the Aunt, about this and
that, about my Parents, about School, about Atlanta, and just life in
general, and it seemed that she was genuinely interested in what I had to
say (or very bored).

     And pretty soon Willy and his Mom came in, and while his Mom looked
nice too, Willy was a knock-out, no longer was he a half naked kid in wet
cutoffs, glistening in the sunlight, now he was dressed to the hilt, in a
jacket and vest and he really looked very handsome.

	We all ordered a big Breakfast, because unlike my sterile Methodist
services I was used to, his Church services lasted for several hours, what
with the sermon, witnessing, speaking in tongues, and laying on of hands,
it's a wonder the service didn't last all afternoon, and quite often it
did.

     And then there would be "dinner on the grounds" where the ladies of
the church would bring in a covered dish and hold it in the refrigerator
(if it was cold) or in the warm oven (if it was warm), so after the
service, they would carry the food out to the covered shelter in the back
so people could get some food and sit at the stone tables and eat.

	I couldn't wait to see the place, not so much the service, but all
of that good food all laid out there in the shelter, and pretty soon we
were finished and it was time to leave for Church, and getting in the back
seat with Willy, we drove several miles off the main highway and further
into the rich Georgia countryside until we came to the Church.

     And it was even more than I imagined, out in the middle of clearing
amidst the trees, in a large clearing, was a large white, wooden clapboard
Church with a well maintained cemetery off to the side and the shelter and
stone tables in the back, and upon getting out, they were greeted by fellow
Church members, while I stood off to one side, feeling very self-conscious,
and looking very young looking in my White shirt and Tie.

	And they noticed me and I was introduced all around, and they were
very nice to me, and I was made to feel very welcome; so we trooped inside
and were seated by an Usher and we waited for the service to begin, as the
Organ played quietly in the background.

     And then the pastor filed out, along with about a half a dozen other
men, and I whispered to Willy who were they (being used to only the
Minister in my services) and he said one was the Bishop, then the Deacons
and then the Brothers.

     All of which would assist him in the Communion and Healing part of the
service, and by then, my head was spinning from all of the activity in the
church (something I wasn't used to, being a Methodist!)

	The service began with a hymn and a opening prayer which all seemed
familiar to me, then a fiery sermon from the pastor peppered with "Amen's"
from the congregation, and finally the Communion service.

     And we all filed up to the rail for Communion, but, then the bottom
fell out as people were invited to witness and express themselves, and boy
did they, one elderly women in back of me let out a shriek that scared the
hell out of me.

     And she started talking in gibberish (Willy whispered to me that it
was called "Speaking in Tongues"), then a young man fell into the aisle and
starting shaking like he was having a seizure, and I thought he was at
first, but nobody came to help him.

     Willy whispered again that the young man had the Spirit in him, then
Willy's Aunt stood up and started to witness about her good fortune, what
with having a loving family and owning the Restaurant.

	By now, my head was spinning with all that was going on around me,
and people kept looking at me, expecting me to jump up and perhaps do
something, but the only thing I was doing at the moment was sliding down in
the pew and trying to hide under the pew.

     And after a while, the activities started to die down, as the Pastor
gave a long closing prayer and by then I was hungry again, because it was
nearly mid-afternoon, so to be polite I stayed with Willy and his Family,
instead of bolting outside to where the food was being served.

     And wouldn't you know it, they had to talk to everyone they knew (and
they knew a lot of people) and finally we reached the door and said
good-bye to the pastor, and then filed around back to the food.

	By then I was starving (and so was Willy) so we stood in line and
waited to get our food, and wouldn't you know it, almost every lady there,
who had a plate entered in the Dinner, was serving it up, and I was
inundated by the large amount of food that was on my paper plate.

     So much that it was bending in two and groaning, so I added another
paper plate to stiffen it up, and speaking about stiffening it up, my dick
was erect to it's fullest and throbbing painfully in my pants, and sitting
next to Willy in Church and standing next to him in the food line didn't
help any at all!

	We finished getting our food and sat down at one of the stone
tables, and wouldn't you know it, Willy sat down next to me and our thighs
touched under the table, and then while we were eating, he started playing
"Footsie" with me, with his Mother and Aunt sitting with us, but they
didn't notice a thing.

     But both he and I had obvious hard-on's that nobody seemed to notice,
but both of us were eager to get back to the motel and possibly spend the
rest of the afternoon having hot sex between us, but in the meantime there
was still plenty of food left, and once the front of our trousers had gone
down, Willy and I went back through the line for seconds.

	Soon Willy's Mom and Aunt let us know that it was time to start
getting ready to leave, and any food that was not taken home by the cook
was up for grabs, so Willy and I each help carry a tray to the car, so both
his Mom and his Aunt could take some home.

     And boy, did the smell of that food liked to kill Willy and I on the
way back to the Restaurant, where his Aunt had a large walk in Freezer to
put them in, and by the time we got back, Willy and I were hungry again.

     But it seemed Willy had other ideas, so pulling me aside, he whispered
that he was going to go home and change clothes and get his bike and ride
back to the motel, and then we could go to his tree house one last time, as
I was going to be leaving on Monday.

	Willy's Mom dropped me off at the Motel and Willy went back home to
get changed and picked up his bike, so I too changed clothes and changed
into my swim suit for two reasons: one, I might decide to go swimming after
a while, and Two, they had no underwear and were easy to get out of (as it
almost a certainty that I would be getting out of them up in the tree
house!).

     Then I just zoned out on the bed, watched a little TV, and it was
while I was starting to doze off, when there was a loud knock on the door,
and looking out through the window, I saw that it was just Willy, dressed
in jean cutoffs, bleached almost white by the sun, and they contrasted
wonderfully with his deep chocolate brown skin.

	He had also worn an old pair of tennis shoes and was carrying a
towel and swimsuit in case we went swimming, and holding the door wide open
for him, he pushed his bike inside for safekeeping and plopped down on the
bed, breathing heavily with a light sheen of sweat covering his exposed
skin.

     "So, you ready to go exploring again" he asked, "I thought we might
hang out on the tree house platform again" and with that, I locked the
motel door and Willy and I slipped around back of the motel, and started
walking into the woods.

     And Willy was in front of me because he more or less knew the trail
and I just followed him, admiring his brown muscular butt encased in his
short cut offs, and pretty soon we had to slow to a crawl, because of the
heavy undergrowth in the woods around the tree platform, but soon we were
standing at the bottom of the tree that contained the platform.

	"It looks like any other tree in the woods" I said, "How did you
find it again in all of this forest?"

	"I'm just used to these trees, that's all, but heads up, watch out
for the ladder," and he pulled at something and the rope ladder fell to the
ground, "Come on, steady the ladder while I'm climbing up" he said, as he
sped up the rope ladder with me right behind him.

     And since it was a hot and humid day, we stripped off our white
T-Shirts and stretched out on the platform, and it was then that I noticed
another tub of Vaseline in the corner of the platform.

	"Care to put that to good use" I asked him grinning, and before you
knew it, his cut-offs came down his smooth and slender legs and he kicked
out of them, as his dick started to harden up in front of me.

	"Who went first last time?" He asked, looking me over as I stripped
also.

     "I don't remember now, but you better screw me first" I said, "You're
too "hair-trigger", one nudge of your prostate and you'll squirt all over
the place!"

	"OK then, what position do you want this time?" Willy asked as he
pumped his dick to harden it up even more (not that he needed to!) and I
answered him by laying flat on my stomach on the wooden platform and
spreading my legs.

	He understood perfectly as he kneeled in back of me between my
legs, and after slapping a wad of Vaseline in my crack and around my hole,
he slathered some on his still hard dick and guided as close to my hole as
he could.

	"You ready?" he asked, as he held his dick by the base, and when I
said OK, he laid the tip of his spongy head of his dick just outside the
opening of my pinkish hole, and then he slowly started to press it on in.

	Even though Willy was just a kid, he was big "down there" and the
position we were using to screw with, wasn't the most forgiving in the
world, and his dick felt bigger (might have been my imagination or a faulty
memory), but it felt like he had picked up a log and was using it as a
dildo!

	Slowly and slowly, inch by inch, he burrowed into me, like some
hungry animal, until he was fully buried inside of me, enough that I could
feel his rough pubic hairs inside of my crack, and then he rested on top of
me while I adjusted.

	Then he began to slowly pull in and out of my willing butt hole, as
his dick acted like a piston in a shaft, and while laying on top of me, I
could feel his chest against my back as it heaved.

	Willy was "hair trigger" all right, and even though he told me
later, that he had jerked off last night, it wasn't two minutes before he
lost his load inside of me, as he arched backwards and groaned, then
slumped over my back and tried to catch his breath.

	Then it was my turn to do him, as he rolled off of me and laid on
his stomach, his rounded "bubble butt" was pointing skyward, as the
sunlight filtering through the trees reflected off of his butt, now shiny
with sweat.

	I kneeled between his parted legs and stared at his beautiful
buttocks, not too fat or too thin, just right, with a pair of dimples on
his lower back, just above his crack, and a dimple on the side of each of
his butt cheeks, which were clenching and loosening in anticipation of
being cornholed.

	As I got him and I ready, he twisted his head around and looked at
me, with trust (and lust) in his brown eyes, and when I was ready, he
rested his face on his arms and readied himself for my entry into his
backside.

	Crouching over his body, I kept my weight off him for now as I
maneuvered my dick close to the hole in his crack, again telling him to
relax and push out, I slowly pushed inside of him, inch by inch, and
finally I was all of the way inside of him.

	I rested and let him get used to my size, but he had enough
experience in cornholing to almost be used to me, and he was almost as big
"down there" as I was, and even though I would never see him again, I would
love to see him when he gets to be my age.

	After I had rested on his back with his warm and tight rectum
wrapped around my dick, I began the usual "In and Out" motion as I slowly
built up to my impending orgasm as I began breathing more heavily.

	The ever familiar tingling in my groin started soon as I felt
myself reach the point of no return, as I thrust into his rich dark
chocolate buns, and I let out a low pitched groan as I felt my prostate
start throbbing, and my seed coursed out of my body, through my pee tubing
and out my pee slit, as I pumped deep into his rectum.

	As the feelings died down, I just laid on his back resting until he
rolled over, and I realized how much heavier I was to him, as opposed to
his usual sex partners.

	Willy wanted to go swimming to wash ourselves off, so we got
dressed and climbed down the rope ladder.

	And Willy stood for a minute looking for something, than grabbed
something out of thin air, and pulled on it as the rope ladder rose higher
and higher.

	He explained that it was clear fishing line, and he used it to
raise the ladder into the leaves and tie it off till next time.

	We walked back to the motel, each of us lost in our thoughts, and
Willy spoke first, with a catch in his voice, "I suppose after tomorrow,
I'll never see you again?" he asked me, with tears forming in his eyes.

	"I'd love to come through here again" I said, "Maybe for a short
time when I'm traveling between College and my folks, but you know, I only
stayed this long because of my car".

	"I know" Willy said, plopping down on a chaise lounge, "I wish it
could last all summer" And with that, I could see he was close to crying,
so I suggested to him that we should go swimming before it got dark.

	We swam and lazed around, talking about this and that, until it was
time for him to go, so with him promising to see me tomorrow at the Garage
before I left, he rode off on his bike into the darkening twilight and I
trudged heavily to my Motel room, and I never felt as lonely as I did then.

	I dressed for bed early and laid there reading a book, but couldn't
take my mind off Willy, and finally turned off the light and tried to go to
sleep, but sleep eluded me for awhile, until I finally fell into a restless
sleep, dreaming of Willy.