Date: Tue, 30 Dec 2003 04:22:15 +0800
From: tazmania  <tazmania@bolt.com>
Subject: Bus Stop

This is a long story but worth reading if you're looking for more than
meaningless sex.

THIRTEEN

It was early in the morning, the sun was yet to rise, but I had to take the
bus to school. This was my routine since I turned 13 and could take care of
myself, as my family put it. The bus stop was two blocks away from my house
and there was no danger for a boy to be there all by himself; at least
there wasn't at the time. There never was too many people at this early
hour to catch the bus, and I always ended up being the only one there,
feeling the cold air of the morning, hugging my tote bag, full of books and
notebooks, in an attempt to get warm.

This neighborhood was a nice one, big, beautiful two-store houses,
surrounded by trees and gardens. I remember thinking that I would like to
have a house of my own like these ones when I grew up. It wasn't envy, it
was just a wish to be successful and fulfill my role in the universe, which
was to grow up, go to school, find a job and have money. Too simple!
Everyone wanted that and I just wanted to be like everybody else. But there
was something that everybody else aspired that I lacked: the wish of having
a family. Besides being successful, what every human being wants is to have
a family, a wife, children, vacations, etc. Although I wished that too I
knew it would be very difficult to achieve it since I knew, deep inside me,
that I did not want to have a wife. I wanted to have children, but that
meant to have a wife too, but I already knew that women didn't attract me
the way it was supposed to be. I knew that I liked men!

How did I know that? I just did. It's just something that we know about
without even having to rationalize, without having to speak out loud. It
was the way I felt when certain kind of men passed by me on the street, the
way I would look at their bulges and try to imagine what was underneath;
the way I felt when I jacked off picturing cocks in my mind. As simple as
that! I even tried to imagine what a woman was like underneath her clothes,
but the feedback was never as hot as it was when I imagined a naked
man. Therefore, I knew I would never have a family in the right sense of
the word, because I knew I would like to be the wife and never the
husband. I wished I had a husband who would fuck me every night when he got
home.

I don't like to use the word 'gay', although that's what I am. I was not
effeminate either, and I tried to cope with the fact that I was
different. I always posed like a normal boy, even talked about girls at
school with my friends, pretended that nothing was out of order with
me. Why don't I use the words 'wrong with me' here? Because I didn't feel
there was something wrong with me; I was just different. Well, at 13 I had
never had sex with anybody. I used to jack off a lot, but sex, sex, I had
never had.

The bus station was located in front of this big, old house, half concealed
by trees and the many plants in front of it. The owners seemed to care more
about the plants and bushes than about the house properly. It wasn't
falling apart, but you could see that it was in need of a repair, because
it had that feeling of neglect some houses present when they are
inhabited. This house wasn't inhabited because there was a car in the
garage and other signs that indicated people around. It was just that it
seemed abandoned. But how could I tell if it was abandoned or not if I only
saw it early in the morning when everybody was still sleep? Maybe during
the day there were children running and playing, shouting ruefully; maybe
during the day it received the visit of many people, friends, sons and
daughters, the postman.

But then, one morning, the light came on inside the house. It was a
two-store house with a balcony in the front window, which was not a window
exactly, but a door that opened, giving access to the balcony. When the
light came alive, and I've gotta say that it wasn't a very bright light,
seemed more like the bedside light, I could see the shadow of a person
moving about, behind the curtains, there was no way to tell if it was a man
or a woman. And I became immediately interested in that scene. There was
nothing else to do besides wait for the bus and so I began to follow what
was going on inside the house, not that I could see much, although the
curtains were diaphanous, almost transparent, I still could make out only
the shape moving around. Since I am a very imaginative person I began to
make up a scenario, trying to guess the kind of people who lived there,
what they did during the day and what kind of problems they probably would
have. But then the bus arrived and I left.

I began to pay attention to this house everyday and realized that they
seemed to have a routine, too, just like me, having to wake up early every
morning to catch the bus to school. I always looked intently, expecting and
hoping to see something more, some detail that could tell me more about
that house and the people inside. Then, one day, maybe a week or so later,
the first thing I noticed when I got at the bus stop was that the curtains
were drawn and I could see clearly the person inside: it was a man. He was
naked from the waist up, which gave me the chance to see that he had a very
hairy chest. I locked my eyes on him, my heart beating faster for no
apparent reason as I stared at him. As if being told that somebody was
watching him, he stopped suddenly, looked outside and his eyes met mine
(sometimes we feel more than see when we are being stared at) and we eyed
each other for a brief moment before he closed the curtains on me.

I was excited because, finally, I was discovering something about the house
that had become an object of interest to me. I thought the man didn't like
to see me watching him and decided to shut me off. I had already accepted
the fact that what I had that morning was enough when the door to the
balcony opened and out came a man who leaned against the iron railing. He
was a very big man and seemed to be in his middle age, 40 or 45 years,
maybe; he was dressed in a blue robe but that only added to display the
strong man he was. White, brown hair, cut like Elvis Presley, which were
still disarranged as if he had combed them with his fingers. He looked
intently at me and I kept his stare, my curiosity had been awaken and I
didn't know if I would have the chance to see him again. His robe was tied
in the waist but the light morning wind would part it open slightly,
revealing his thick and strong legs, which were very hairy, too. He was
barefooted.

To engrave his image in my memory I began to watch him from toe to head
until my eyes met his again and we remained that way for a moment
(eternity), looking each other deep in the eyes. His face was
imperturbable, as if he wasn't thinking about anything. In that moment I
realized that I had been discovered, had been caught, and my most secret
secrets had been exposed to him. My mouth went completely dry and I began
to feel dizzy, but then the bus arrived and I had strength enough to put a
grip on myself and board it. Once sitting inside the bus I could see that
he kept watching the bus until we disappeared from his sight. That day I
spent as if in a haze, trying to image what his cock would be like, if it
was big and thick, if the balls were big, too, hairy and full of cum. How
it would be like to touch him all over and unveil his body slowly as I
stripped him of his clothes. I remember that when I got home later that
same day I jacked off with that man in my head. In my imagination he had
called me and invited me over. When I got there he allowed me in and took
me to his room. That was enough! When I reached this part in my imagination
I'd begin to cum uncontrollably while I fingered my hole.


FORTY-EIGHT

Well, it's always good to wake up early in the morning. I don't really
understand why people complain about having to get up when the sun is still
asleep. I don't mind, really. In fact, I feel that my day is longer and
that I have more time to start and finish what I intended to do. Of course
there's no need for me to get up so early in the morning, around 5:30, I
could sleep a little more if I wanted, but I always sleep well and the
habit of many years has given me a body clock that never allows me to sleep
more than what's really necessary. So, every morning I wake up, brew some
coffee, read my paper and then I leave to my small ranch I own in the
outskirts of town.

I am married, 48 years old, have two children, my girl is married and has a
3 years old little boy and my own boy is in his last year of college. Soon
he'll be graduating in Agronomy and will come to work with me, taking care
of the ranch and the family business. My wife is only 3 years younger than
me, but I have the feeling that I'm loosing her. She's not half of the
woman she used to be when our children were still in the house and she
helped me in the ranch. Not long after our daughter got married she began a
process of depression, her inner light fading away, and soon she became
distant and off. We talked a lot and I tried to show her that it was only a
situation she was going thru, she agreed with me but said that she had no
strength left in her to fight back every time she was swallowed by that
feeling that kept her from being a good mother and a wife as well. I never
blamed her for what was going on, although I didn't have a clue how one can
be so healthy and full of life one day and the next day is completely full
of sadness and bitterness, and I never demanded to be satisfied sexually,
understanding that sex is pleasure and must be enjoyed by both parties. But
I've gotta say that we were paying the price.

As these last three years rolled by, sex was something we did less and
less. She tried hard to be a good woman, but I could see that she had lost
interest in sex; and after a few more attempts we simply decided to leave
it that way. I never went for her anymore and our life became a life of
companionship. We always visited our children and that always helped to
bring about that old person I once met, but it never lasted long.
Therefore, from time to time I took her to spend a few days with our
daughter and grandson, I'd spend the night with them and then return home
all by myself until she felt like coming back. During that time I always
remained faithful to her. My life wasn't bad, on the contrary, I loved my
wife and enjoyed her company and I felt too old to simply go out looking
for an adventure with another woman. What I really missed, and that was
something that annoyed m much, was sex. I am a very active person in every
sense; I always enjoyed sex a lot and my wife and I used to make love at
least 3 to 4 times a week in the old days. It seemed that my hormones
worked faster than the average man and soon I was full of semen, which had
to be renewed in order to make me feel at ease. I never had to look for sex
outside my house because I always had it plenty in there. But in the last
15 months my sexual activity has been only my solitary sessions when I was
in the bathroom and my slippery hands happened to have a desire of their
own and I would end up ejaculating ropes of cum while I took my bath. I
never thought about finding sexual relief with another woman because I felt
I was cheating my wife and I would never hurt her deliberately. But then,
one morning, something happened that kind of turned a light on in my mind,
making me think of a weird idea that soon became the solution to my private
problem.

Every morning I get up and get ready for the day. Before dressing up in my
regular clothes I usually put on my robe and get downstairs to boil some
water for the coffee. I drink a lot of coffee since I smoke and one
stimulates the other. By the time I finish reading my paper and have
breakfast I am ready for the day and then I go to my room and put on my
working clothes and go to the ranch. Although I don't smoke much, sometimes
I light one cigarette before going downstairs, I don't know why I do this
since I don't really need it, but I do it, anyway. I also don't turn on the
bedroom light when my wife is home, but that morning she wasn't, I had
taken her to our daughter's four days ago where she, certainly, would stay
for at least two weeks. So, since it was only me, I turned the bedside
light on, as I did the previous days, and proceeded in doing my early
necessities.

After finishing in the bathroom I was about to grab my robe to go
downstairs when I realized that the curtains of the door to the veranda
were drawn and I looked outside instinctively, not liking the idea of being
observed by strangers. I wasn't naked! Although I didn't have a shirt on I
had my underwear on and that was OK. What happened was something that I
have only one explanation: it was meant to be! I didn't know the kid was
there, where he was, but it was as if his eyes had drawn mine directly to
him. When I looked outside the first thing my eyes fell on was him, a kid
of about 13, 14 years, maybe, and he was looking at me; actually, I had the
feeling that he had been watching me, spying on me, invading my privacy. Of
course it was my fault since I had drawn the curtains and forgot to close
them, but nobody likes to be pried, much less when you are in your own
house and almost naked.

Irritated I closed the curtains in one single movement and took my robe to
go downstairs. But, before I reached the door, I decided to take a look at
the kid. My neighborhood was a calm one, I never heard of any violence or
robberies and things like these, but I'd better check on him anyway. I'd
have nothing to loose, after all. When I opened the door to the veranda and
leaned against the iron railing that surrounded it, the kid was still
looking towards my bedroom. I looked down at him trying to intimidate him,
sending him the message that he was trespassing my boundaries with his eyes
and that he should keep his distance. I am a big man, have always worked
hard on my ranch and that have helped to keep me in shape. Although now I
displayed a small belly, I still had an imposing figure of austerity and
power, but he didn't seem to be intimidated, on the contrary, he held my
gaze and I noticed that he began to eye me up and down, as if evaluating
me, not a bit afraid.

I don't know exactly what happened that morning, but I'm pretty sure that
it was then that everything started. I relaxed a little when I realized
that he was only a student waiting for the school bus. I was used to that
since the bus stop was right in front of my house, but I'm sure that I
never saw him before. Well, at least I never paid attention on him
before. I saw that his eyes traveled from my feet, I didn't think about
putting my slippers on, my legs, chest, until he finally found my eyes
again and kept looking at me. Most kids usually drop their eyes when an
older person eyes them down, but not this kid. It wasn't something
aggressive; it was more curiosity than provocation. I was about to ask him
what he was staring at when the bus arrived and he got in and sat in one of
the last seats where he turned around to look at me again and remained in
that position until he disappeared from my sight.

THIRTEEN

The next day found me anxious to see him again. I don't know what came over
me, since nothing really special had happened; I had only seen him and that
was all. But fact is: I wanted to see him again. Since my jacking off
session the previous day imagining that he was taking me to his bedroom, he
had become my object of sexual desire. Crazy, isn't it? After all he was
just a stranger who happened to catch me staring at him. But, for people
like me who likes to play alone, all it takes to turn me on is the simple
vision of a bulge, a scent inhaled when a particular man passes by,
glimpses of men holding their cocks while pissing in public restrooms,
their hips shot forward while the yellow jet spurts towards the piss
collector beneath; all these things are enough to give me hot scenarios for
my solitary pleasure.

When I got at the bus stop I noticed that the curtains were shut and the
lights were off. I accepted the fact that I would not see him that day, but
I kept looking at the windows just the same. Well, maybe tomorrow, who
knows? Just then the door to the balcony opened and he came out. He lit a
cigarette and began to drag on it absentmindedly. So he was the kind of men
whose the first thing in the morning they did was smoking. I pretended that
I wasn't seeing him, but once in a while I'd throw him a glance. A few
times our eyes locked and we looked away. We remained like that until the
bus arrived and I always made a point to not drop my eyes before he did.

During that whole week this became my morning routine. I remember that once
I even saw the shadow of a smile on his face; I thought he was going to
shout something, but he only smiled at me. My heart was beating furiously,
my blood had surged to my head, making it pound at the compass of my heart
and my legs wanted to fail me. Was he teasing me? Did he know I was
interested in him? I remember that I saw his big, callous and hairy hand
holding the railing and the other taking the cigarette to his lips. I
recall that his legs resembled two strong beams and that he had two big
feet. What else was big in him? His figure haunted me the whole day and on
the weekends I missed him, missed those platonic meetings. I assumed that
he was married and that he was only waiting for his wife to finish her
morning toilette so they could have breakfast together.

On the first day of the second week of this "game" (I was certain that he
was playing his part too, because he could have ignored me after the second
day if he was not kind of "interested" in something), Monday, he surprised
me for already being in the balcony when I arrived at the bus stop. I was
not ready to see him so promptly because we had a routine. His cigarette
was almost finished and this time he smiled openly at me. I smiled back,
but I was nervous, I think he could see that. I broke our eye connection
and looked away. Next time I looked up at him (he got the best of my
curiosity) he was leaning with both arms against the railing, which made
his robe open, allowing me to see his underwear. Looking from side to side
he spread his legs apart and tugged at his robe, causing it to open a
little more in the front, and when I squinted my eyes, trying to discern in
that pale morning light, I almost fell backwards when I realized that his
cock was appearing and, wonder of wonders, it was hard!

I held my breathing, not really believing that this was happening. I was
sure now that he knew about my secret and was teasing me, baiting me,
whatever. I raised my eyes to his own and he began to caress his cock and
fondle his balls. He lowered his underwear and kept touching his private
parts, moving his hand up and down his shaft, shaking it a little. I was
hypnotized! I don't know for how long we remained that way: he showing
himself off, and I looking fixedly at him, not caring anymore what he would
think of me. My mouth was dry, I tried to swallow, but there was nothing to
swallow; I tried to divert my eyes, but it was too much erotic to simply
turn my head and pretend that I hadn't seen it. He was watching me
intently, trying to figure out what would be my reaction and then I snapped
out to reality and decided to act. My first thought was to run away from
there and never look back, and my rational being was doing just that, but
my body and my mouth didn't agree with my being. Instinctively my hand
began to caress my crotch, without removing my penis from the confines of
my pants, and I licked my lips, looking straight at him. Just then he took
the hand that was massaging his cock to his nose and smelled his own cock
scent. Again I licked my lips and groped my crotch, showing him that I was
excited. He looked sideways again and gestured me to wait a little, you
know those signs you do when you want to make a car stop on the street, and
got back inside.

And now? What should I do now? I never thought this could happen, I was
alone and the man was coming down to meet me. What do I do?


FORTY-EIGHT

That incident kind of bugged me the rest of that day. I was not worried
that the kid would break into the house or something like that because I
knew he was a student going to school, and that ruled him out as a
pickpocket, but, for some reason, I was a little disturbed, maybe
unconsciously I was having a presentiment of where all this was leading to,
but during that day his image kept returning to my mind from time to
time. But I tried to let it be and pushed him to the corner of my mind. The
next morning I woke up as usual and just before leaving my bedroom, I
remembered him once again. Without turning the light on I opened the door
to the veranda and lit one cigarette. He was already there, just like
yesterday. Our eyes met and we kept eyeing each other. I noticed that he
made an effort to pretend that he was not seeing me, but I could see that
he shot me sideway glances. He was a pleasant looking kid, thin, simple
clothes, but clean and he carried a bag, supposedly, full of books. One or
two times I caught him staring at me and I noticed that his eyes were
directed to my waist, and I looked at myself to see if something was coming
out that had caused him some curiosity about my jewels. Only then I had an
insight. What was he looking at? Was he trying to see if I was naked? Was
he interested in seeing me naked? And if he was, was it because he wanted
to make fun of me or was it something else? Well, never mind. I simply
shrugged and tossed my cigarette away as he boarded the bus, which had just
arrived.

The next day things happened the same way. We eyed each other as I smoked
my cigarette and I was sure that he was really interested in seeing what I
had underneath my robe. The thought that hit me the other day, hinting that
he might be interested in my private parts, was not just a thought anymore.
I was positive that he wished to see my cock. Was he a fag? That question
filled my mind and I was curious to find out. He was too young to be a
queer, that was what I thought, but then I realized that there's not a
specific age for somebody to start being a gay, like there isn't specific
age for a boy to start being a man; it isn't something like a profession
that you start to practice it, it had to do with sex and he was mature
enough to have sexual desire. Well, so if he was gay he certainly was
interested in me, cause I am a man and he had seen me everyday in my robe
and got interested. Poor kid! I never had any homosexual contact in my
life, even when I was a kid myself. To tell the truth, the homosexual world
was something that never made part of my life. I lived a different life and
I was only aware of them as most people are. But then I wondered how would
be his life if he really was gay. I didn't think he had a vast experience
in the subject since he was too young for that, but had him had any
homosexual experience in his life?  If he had, what kind of man would
possibly do that with him? With that in my mind I suddenly wondered what it
would be like to have sex with another man. Hey, what's going on with me? I
never had this kind of interest. But, what would it be like to have my cock
stuck up a man's ass? Better yet, what would it be like to have my cock
stuck this boy's ass? Because the thought of me hugging another grown man
was disgusting, that didn't interest me, but holding a kid (I always liked
to hug my boy, without sexual connotation, that is) wasn't the same as
hugging a man.

I thought I would feel a repulse, because that wasn't the kind of sex I
always liked. I always loved to fuck a pussy, to stick my cock, which I
have to tell is not a small one, inside a hot and wet pussy. I married my
wife when I was 21 and after that she was the only sexual partner of my
life, but I began my sexual life when I was around 14, and between 14 and
21 I have to tell that I fucked around a lot and I loved a pussy. And now
why am I thinking about how would it feel like to jam my cock up a kid's
ass? I heard that homosexuals like to suck a cock, and I was sucked once a
long time ago, before I got married. My wife loved sex, but she was not
fond of oral sex and I never asked her since she offered me her wet small
pussy, which I fucked a lot until she lost interest in sex.

Well, if the kid really likes it, would he go with anybody or does he have
one particular person? I didn't know why I was thinking about that. I was
in need of sex, jacking off wasn't that good anymore, it only relieved me,
but there was no pleasure in it anymore, I was in great need to have
someone I could grab, put my hands on and thrust my hips, feeling the other
end receive my thrusts and respond to me, and that was when I really
thought about going for the kid and maybe get a chance to play around. When
I thought it over a little later that same day after he boarded the bus I
didn't feel I was cheating my wife when the possibility of fucking him came
to my mind, because he was not a girl. It's something weird, but that's
what came to my mind. For some reason I felt aroused by the possibility of
having a piece of ass to screw my cock in, to jam it deep inside and cum. I
wasn't sure if the kid would accept me, maybe he didn't want an older man,
and even if he agreed, I wasn't sure he would take me after he saw the size
of my cock. Not all big men have bid cocks, but my family had a history of
big men with big cocks. My first night with my wife was a very difficult
one. When she saw my man tool she said she would never be able to take it
inside her small pussy. Of course she did, but it took us many, many days
until she finally could take it whole. Our first experiences wasn't that
fulfilling for me because a man likes to bury his cock until only the balls
are out, and my wife couldn't take it all until some time later. Would the
kid take it? And if he did, what if I hurt him? Well, I dismissed all those
thoughts because I would have to take one step at a time.

I decided to find out what the kid was up to! The next day I offered him a
tentatively smile and he smiled back and so we began a kind of relationship
and the rest of the week we played that game. But on Monday of the next
week, when he arrived at the bus stop, I was outside waiting for him in the
balcony. When he saw me there he felt a little uncomfortable, but he was
brave. I hadn't tied my robe properly and it hung loose, showing a lot more
than it had before. When the kid looked up I moved a little and he saw my
cock, which was hard, and he gasped, I'm positive of that. I think I heard
him gasp at the sight of my hard cock. I decided to press a little more.
Looking up and down the street and seeing nobody around I began to rub my
cock, by now it was completely exposed and I moved my hand up and down my
shaft, and then my balls, and without even thinking I brought my hand to my
nose and smelled my own cheese scent. God, I was crazy! I didn't see his
eyes, but if I had I'm sure they were wide open, but he did something that
encouraged me to do that. As soon as he saw me massaging my cock he took
his hand to his own crotch and began caressing his boner (he must have had
a boner) and licked his lips. I kept doing what I was doing and he licked
his lips once again. Well, it seemed I had to go a little further. The game
was on and the players were ready. Time to face the opponent! I held my
hand, palm out, to tell him to wait a little and hurried back inside to
change into my clothes. But, as I opened the front gate, the bus was
leaving and the boy was not there anymore. I had forgotten completely about
the bus!


THIRTEEN

I thought I would have a heart attack. I kept looking to the house
expecting to see the man at any moment and I didn't know what I'd do when
we were face to face. My mind told me that I should run, but I really
didn't want to run; I had encouraged the man, I had shown him that I was
interested, but now I felt an urge to run away and never come back. The
light downstairs went on and I panicked, but just then the bus appeared
suddenly beside me, I didn't hear it coming, and I jumped inside, breathing
hard, as it pulled away. Looking back I saw him standing in front of the
house, watching the bus disappear from his sight.

That day I spent in a haze, zombie like, my thoughts refusing to leave
him. I as ashamed and blushed every time I remembered what I had done,
provoking him, leading him to a confrontation. But, at the same time I felt
ashamed, my body cried out that I had been a fool, leaving him there alone,
when all that I wanted was to be with him, to let him escort me to his
bedroom and do God knows what. The next day I didn't go to that bus stop. I
used another one two blocks away from that one. But the next day, it was a
Wednesday, I decided (God, I was crazy) to be brave. Checking from a
distance I could see that there was nobody there. When I passed in front of
the house I saw his silhouette smoking a cigarette standing outside the
front door. I ignored it and pretended that he was not there, but he had
seen that I saw him. Immediately he came after me and we stood side by side
in that early morning. Being a shy person I remained quiet and waited to
see what he would do, but I think he could hear my heart pounding. I
clutched my bag and he spoke for the first time. "Good morning, kid". I
answered him a weak good morning, without looking at him. "Uhgn, I don't
really know how to start this conversation, but there's no use in
pretending that we are seeing each other for the first time now, when just
the other day you saw me... you know... I was up there..." he pointed
towards his balcony. "And I saw that you seemed kind of interested all this
time, that I thought, maybe, we could get to know each other better. What's
your name?" My face was burning because that was a subject I never thought
somebody would talk to me about. Being in the out like this with a man
practically telling me that he knew about my secret was too much for
me. But it was useless to pretend now, and besides, I could always stop
coming here. "Lucas". I still didn't look at him. "Hi, Lucas, my name is
Ferguson. Your bus will take a while yet, would you like to come inside and
have a cup of coffee?" "No, thanks! I'm OK!" Stupid, you should have said
'yes' and see what happens. "Look, nothing will happen, I promise you, you
don't need to be afraid. I just wanna show you something". For the first
time I looked at him again, and I liked what I saw, and maybe, because of
that, I accepted his offer. He was extremely attractive. The man I had seen
in the balcony was a shadow of the one in front of me, he was taller and
bigger, thru the opening in his shirt I saw tufts of hair and I could smell
a faint odor of cologne, which helped to make up my mind. "OK, but the bus
is about to arrive. What is it you want to show me?" He turned around and I
followed him, telling me that I was crazy, but going ahead anyway. I knew
that I was getting myself into problem, but there was nothing else I could
do about it, the same way there was nothing I could do about the way this
man made me feel.


FORTY-EIGHT

I was frustrated! Now that my mind had coped with the fact that I could
fuck an ass without hurting my wife, all I thought about was the kid's ass
wiggling at my cock. I knew the kid wanted it too, but I could see he was
afraid, nervous, and didn't know what to do. Being older and more
experienced I was the one who had to act. The next morning I waited for him
at the bus stop, but he never showed up. Maybe he had seen me there and
lost his courage to approach. The next day I decided to act differently. I
wouldn't be there in the open. I would wait for him in the confines of my
porch. And that was the right decision because the kid appeared as he
always did. When he passed in front of my door he startled seeing me there
smoking a cigarette, but he kept going as if he hadn't seen me, but his
movements became nervous, he looked like a gazelle about to sprint. Since
he was a gazelle, I was the hunter and had to act swiftly in order not to
disturb the prey. Now I was hungry! I was starving, in fact, and had no
intention of loosing my meal. I sent a thought to my cock "Wait! Soon
you'll be fed properly."

After introducing myself I decided to be frank and told him that he didn't
need to worry about me because I knew that he had been watching me all this
time and that we had something in common. I told him that I wanted to show
him something in the house but he was in a high state of alarm and could
run away anytime. Maybe my openness touched him someway because he agreed
to come inside after saying that the bus wouldn't take long to arrive. OK,
one step at a time and the first one had been taken. Once inside he began
to inspect the house, still uncomfortable. "You sure you don't want a cup
of coffee?" I asked and he said 'no, thanks' again. I decided to play the
decisive card. One of two things would happen: he'd go on playing, or he
would say 'no' and leave. Either one was fine with me. "Look, , I saw you
licking your lips when I showed you my cock the other day and I know that
you liked what you saw, although I think you didn't see it very well and
that's what I wanna show you now. Look..." He was not expecting that
boldness from my part. His eyes grew wide when I fished out my soft cock
from my pants and diverted them quickly. "Ugh, I need to go now...my bus
must be arriving any time now." He began to head for the door, but he had
to pass by me. I grabbed him gently by the arm and he stopped. "Listen,
Lucas, don't be afraid. I know that you want it, too. I know that you want
to touch my cock but you are afraid. Listen, nobody needs to know about
this, I won't tell anybody, I just want you to touch me and jerk me off,
what do you say, uhn? Here, touch it, I know you want it too, and maybe
this will be your only chance to do something like this." As I talked I
moved my body so that I could rub my exposed cock against his leg. His body
was tense, but he wanted it. I had to put him at ease. "Here, take my cock
in you hand, just feel it, you don't have to do nothing else if you don't
want, but just touch it a little, you know you want it." Slowly he moved
his hand for the first time and put it on my cock, his fingers wrapping
around my fat shaft. "That's it Lucas, you can stroke it a little, just
that, feel my cock." And he began to move his hand slowly up and down.


THIRTEEN

My God, I think I didn't die right away because at that time I didn't know
you could have a heart attack when your heart has some kind of arrhythmia,
because if I knew such thing, I think I would have run faster than the
bus. My heart was pounding in my chest, or was it in my mouth? When I heard
him saying that he knew that I liked his cock, that he saw my interest in
him, I began to shrink. Dear Lord, he knows about my secret, he knows about
my secret, he knows about my secret... that was all I could think of, but
then he opened his fly and I saw his cock. I panicked, my blood turned icy
in my veins and I'm sure all the color was drained from my face. I think I
said something and tried to reach the door. But then his hand touched my
arm and made me stop. He talked softly and told me that I didn't have to
worry about my secret, that it would be our secret, that all he wanted was
for me to touch his cock. Oh, God, was it true? My dream was coming true
but I was paralyzed. And then I felt his cock touch my leg. I wanted to
run, but his cologne, plus the smell of cigarette, filled my nostril and
his words spoken softly, and the assurance I felt in them, made me stay.

I could leave at any moment, but then I remembered that I spent days
imagining how his cock was like and here was my chance to find out. With my
left hand I touched his cock. "That's it, , you can stroke it a little,
just that, feel my cock." And I began to stroke that fat piece of meat that
burned in my hand. He moaned softly and thrust his hip forward a little. I
looked down. I couldn't see his whole cock because it was protruding from
his fly, but I saw that there was a drop of pre-cum leaking out. Oh my God,
it was delicious! There was a sense of touching something hard, but soft,
velvety, flexible. I wanted to stroke it the whole day, but then I
remembered that I was touching a man's cock and that made me jump back to
the whole situation and I retrieved my hand and said that I needed to go to
school. He moaned and said 'no, wait a minute, just a little more", but I
was shitless scared and said that I had to go. He then asked me if I would
return the next day to jerk him off, please, and I agreed, more to get out
of there, but I had no intention of coming back. Soon I was on the bus on
my way to school. During the whole day I had the sensation that my hand was
burning as if his cock was still there. I was in a frenzy, and I repeated
time and time again how stupid I had been for running away like mad. I
could have stayed, I could have enjoyed a little more. And it was thinking
this way that I caught myself changing in my decision of not returning
there anymore. It was that feeling that weakened my resolution of not
seeing him again and made me knock at his door the next morning.

Actually, I didn't have to knock because he was already there, waiting for
me. I spent the whole night tossing on the bed, dreaming/imagining about
what had happened that day and anticipating the next. I would suddenly jerk
awake in the night, thinking I had overslept and missed my time, only to
find out that thirty minutes only had elapsed after my last look at the
clock. As soon as we entered his house he took my hand and guided me to the
TV den. Nothing special there, he only felt more comfortable in there, I
guess. I could tell he had anticipated this moment, too. "Are you OK?" He
asked me and I answered with a weak 'yes'. "Look, as I told you before, you
don't need to worry about me, you can trust me. I won't do anything you
don't want me to, you understand me?" He was looking at me intently with
his brown eyes and I admired, once again, his handsome face. He was so
masculine that I could hardly believe he was willing to have sex, or
whatever, with me. He didn't seem to be gay, but, then, I didn't know
everything about life yet, but that was another thing in him that attracted
me even more. I said that I understood him and he came closer and stood in
front of me, his eyes still on me as if studying my reaction. He reached
out with his hairy arm and gently took my hand, which he placed on his
crotch and pressed it against the lump in there. My heartbeat accelerated
and my legs weakened again. With my hand open I let him rub it on his cock,
but when he stopped I kept groping him and he let go of my hand. I squeezed
his lump and felt it come alive, the fabric of his pants tenting up and
down and he moaned softly the same way he did the previous day.

I was surprised at my courage and felt my own cock getting hard. I had a
knot in my stomach, but that was beginning to loose. He asked me to wait a
little and opened his fly and brought out his hard cock. God it was
beautiful; and wow, it was big. I never thought there existed a cock that
big, uncut, probably 9 inches long and really thick. He lowered his pants
and his also big balls appeared, hanging under his ever-ready cock. "Touch
it, , don't be afraid, you can touch it the way you want." I took it
awkwardly in my hand and peeled back the skin on the head, revealing the
big mushroom head. "Yeah, , that's it! That feels good! Jerk me off!" And
he took my hand and worked it up and down his cock. Pre-cum began to leak
out of the piss slit and he was moaning loud now. I think I got scared and
retrieved my hand and he opened his eyes questioningly. I mumbled that I
had to go and his eyes grew bigger "No, please, it's early yet", he eyed
the time in his watch. "The bus will take a while yet, please, come here,
jerk me off a little more, I'm almost cumming". He won, because I wanted
him to win me over! I took his cock again in my hand and he placed his
bigger one over mine and started to jerk himself off. "Would you like to
suck it, Lucas?" He whispered. "No!" Was my promptly, scandalized reply as
my hand dropped. I was shocked, not because I thought it was repulsive, it
was because I thought he had read my thoughts. How could he possibly know
that it was exactly what I wanna do? I wanted very much to suck his cock,
but I was afraid of what he would think of me, because I thought he would
find it disgusting. Thinking that maybe he had scared me he said, "Ok, Ok,
you don't need to suck me, just jerk me off and it's OK." I was dying to
suck him, but now I had already said 'no' and didn't know how to tell him
that I had changed my mind because if he had insisted I would have taken
his mammoth cock in my mouth.

We resumed what we were doing and soon I heard his breath get faster, he
closed his eyes and he said "I'm going to cum, Lucas, here come beside me
and keep jerking". I was standing in front of him and he didn't want me to
get hit by his cum. I moved to his side and he put his right arm over my
shoulder, brought me closer to him so that I had to hold him on the waist
with my left arm as I kept stroking his now bigger cock, taking it to the
conclusion of our act with his cock spurting volleys of cum. The first jet
flew high and wide and landed close to the TV and he grunted aloud as the
second, third and fourth jet came right behind the first one. His body was
shaking and he held my hand firmly under his as he taught me how to jerk
it. I was mesmerized by that sight and by that feeling! All at the same
time I could feel the jet running thru his shaft, from the base to the tip
of his cock, fly out and land on the tile below as his moans and groans
reverberated in my ears. Still grunting he slowly stopped the movements and
let go of my hand, which had a layer of running cum on it. His cock was now
getting soft and I didn't know what to do. He tucked it in his pants and
told me he was going to get some paper towel to clean up the mess. When he
left I inspected my hand and then licked the cum on it. I liked it
immediately, but it had just a little. I saw the big puddles on the floor,
but he came back and cleaned the mess before I could have second
intentions.

"Ugh, are you OK?" He asked me after he finished. I simply shook my head
'yes'. "Did you like? I mean, you're not scared anymore?" Again I simply
denied with my head. "Would you like to do it again tomorrow?" Of course I
would, but the next day would be Saturday and I had no reason to wake up
early and come here. I told him that and he was visibly disappointed. I
hurried to tell him that we could do it again on Monday and his face
brightened up. I saw then that I had given myself in, in showing my
eagerness. In that moment I'm sure he knew that I was hooked.


FORTY-EIGHT

He took my cock in his hand and began to jerk me off, but I could see that
he didn't have much experience, but after so long time without sex, having
another person's hand touching my dick was heaven. He stroked me a little
more and then looked down and I think that the size of my cock must have
scared him because he dropped his hand and said that he needed to go. I
said 'no' quickly, but I knew that there was no use in pressing him
on. Before he left I made him promise that he'd be back the next day. After
he left I went to the bathroom and jerked my meat off until I ejaculated
splashing cum all over the floor. When I finished my legs were trembling
and weak.

The next day he appeared a little earlier than usual and I let him in
immediately after surveying around to see if nobody was observing us. I
took him to my TV den because the window faced the backyard and nobody,
prying thru the window, would see us there. I was horny already and took
his hand, placed it on my getting hard cock and started round movements
over it just to put him at ease. I didn't want to scare him by showing my
fat boner, maker of two children and fucker of countless pussies in the
past, although a little idle lately. He got my meaning and began to massage
my dick on his own, feeling it grow bigger and squeezing it softly. I
opened my fly and my cock jumped out, presenting itself proudly in its
glorious 9 inches. The veins running on the side were full of blood making
them bulge underneath the taut skin. I saw his eyes grow wide, not in fear,
but in wonder and respect. I told him to touch it the way he wanted and his
fingers wrapped around my throbbing cock and he began to pump, but he was
not doing it right, so I put my hand over his and moved it up and down,
sending shivers thru my body. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the feeling of
having somebody else's hand stroking my dick, and in this case, a soft
boy's hand. Ah, how I missed this and it didn't matter that the person
giving me such pleasure was a boy. I would never do that with another man,
a grownup man. Never! But a kid was the same as a woman, it was as if he
had no gender, because he was caught between a man and a woman, and it was
delicious. But then he stopped stroking me and I opened my eyes to see if
there was something wrong, but he simply said that he needed to go, that
the bus was coming. But I convinced him to at least finish jerking me, that
I was almost cumming. He complied and touched me again. I then asked him if
he wanted to suck me off and I realized, too late, that I had made a
mistake. He simply broke our connection and said 'no' too fast that I
thought he would start running again, but I told him that it was all right,
that he didn't have to suck me, only to jerk me until I came.

And soon I was moaning because I felt cum gathering up in my balls and I
knew that I would climax, and this time I wasn't alone in my bathroom. I
brought him to my side because I didn't want to splatter him with my
load. I put my arm over his shoulder as a hen does with her chicks, placed
my hand again over his and we pumped faster and vigorously my hard meat.
Soon I could take it no longer and, grunting and snorting, my body jerked
as my load began to fly from the tip of my cock, landing on the floor,
going as far as the TV set. I felt relieved, the pressure gone from my
body, but I intended to go further, much further. What I was doing with the
kid was getting him ready for the real treat, even though he didn't know
that yet. I saw that his hand had gotten smeared with my cum and left the
room to pick up a towel to get rid of the mess and asked him if he was
feeling OK, not feeling guilty nor scared and he said he was fine. Then I
asked him if he would come the next morning, but then I remembered that it
would be Saturday and, consequently, there would be no school, but we
agreed that on Monday he'd be back. I still didn't know how long it would
take for me to put my hands, my cock I mean, on that butt of his, but I'd
get there. It was just a matter of time because I knew the kid had been
hooked.


THIRTEEN

Every kid likes the weekends! Weekends mean no school, no homework, no
nothing. They also mean TV, fun with friends, sleeping late... I always
looked forward to my weekends. Every Monday, as soon as I got up, I wished
it were Friday already. But that particular weekend was long and boring to
me, it seemed it dragged along and never ended. I don't think my family
noticed anything different in me because everybody was so involved in their
own situation to pay attention in me, but I felt different. My body was
going through a metamorphosis like a caterpillar changing into a butterfly.
At the same time I wanted to spread my wings, flutter them in the air and
explore the whole immensity of that new world spread before me, I also
wanted to recoil in my cocoon and forbid my body to develop into a new
creature that would be attracted to the fire that would burn and consume my
body. I say consume my body because my spirit had been consumed already.
The whole weekend I spent as in a fever, my thoughts running over and over
the same images (his cock pulsing in my hand, alive, vibrating, and then
spitting his own life force) like an old LP player repeating the same
sentence, stuck on a ruined track. I think I masturbated at least six times
in those two days; by the end of the last time no cum exited my beaten and
red angry cock, only my body shivered and squirmed indicating that I had
had another orgasm.

I wanted to sleep and wake up only when Monday arrived, but life isn't this
way. In the middle of the night a thought suddenly occurred to me: "what it
would be like to suck his cock? Oh, how I wanted to suck his cock!" But
what if I told him that I wanted to suck him and he laughed at me? But he
had asked me if I wanted to suck him and I said no, so, that means that he
would like me to suck him off. Yeah, but what if he was just teasing me?
Ah, come on, he wants you to suck his cock, you just have to say so. I
wanted very much to take his cock into my mouth and suck him until he came,
but I was afraid of what would happen. What if he came too much, I gagged
and died? What if he stuck his cock into my throat and pumped his meat...
"Shut up!" That was my inner voice telling me that I was just
procrastinating something that I knew would happen sooner or later. It was
better if I just took my medicine in one single gulp and quitted worrying,
after all, that medicine was the best one I could ever find. Well, this was
how I spent the whole weekend, and by Sunday night I had made up my mind
already: I would tell Mr. Ferguson that if he still wanted, I would like to
suck his cock. When the alarm clock rang Monday morning I almost kissed it
and I never remember being so happy in hearing it. Soon I was knocking on
his door.


FORTY-EIGHT

The weekend was good, I was relieved, the sexual tension had been drained
out of me and, for the first time in a long time, I felt whole again. I
remember I even laughed when I thought about my situation. I was looking
like a boy with his first girlfriend. I was not recognizing myself. I, a
forty-eight man, married, father of two grownup kids having a sexual affair
with a boy, a kid that could be my own son. I was not feeling guilty or
ashamed for that matter, it was just that you never expect a man like me to
do what I was doing, but I have to agree that I was feeling just fine. My
body seemed light and invigorated, I was full of energy and worked harder
and longer at the ranch than I usually did. I wondered what would happen if
I was caught with the kid, but I swatted that thought away; but I did
question myself if I would go to the end, that meaning ultimately fucking
the kid if he gave me the green light to do so. The answer came easily: I
wasn't forcing him, he was starving for sex and he wanted me to fuck him,
he didn't know it yet, but he did. And here I was using my knowledge and
experience as a man. I knew when a woman wanted to be fucked, wanted to be
touched and when she didn't. When a woman doesn't want to go any further
she simply says 'NO'; when she wants it but is afraid for some reason, she
says 'no', but never 'NO', and I knew the kid was saying 'no'. So, now that
I had been introduced to a new world, my intention was to get to know it
the best I could. Of course I would take my own precautions, but the in
first opportunity I'd get I would show the kid, Lucas, that's his name,
what he really wanted without being aware of it.

That weekend I didn't jack off as I usually did. I wanted to save some
energy for Monday and I also intended to have a good amount of cum to
ejaculate, to impress the kid, I was positive that he wanted to have a real
man in his hand, a man that could show him the other side of life. All this
was too subjective, was something that I felt more than I really knew
indeed. I don't know why but I thought the kid felt the same way towards
me, I mean, I thought of him and treated him like he was a girl. It was
something crazy, I knew he was a boy, but our role was so defined that in
my mind I was dealing with a girl and not a boy, and so, I felt like
seducing him, I felt kind of protective like you do when you are with a
girl, I felt this necessity to show him that I was strong and my desire was
to fuck him like he was a girl. When I thought that sooner or later he
would agree and let me fuck him, let me penetrate him like he was my
girlfriend, I felt this surge of blood go into my cock and inflate it like
a balloon. But, deep in my mind, I still was much aware that he was a boy,
which always put me at ease when my wife kind of floated in my thoughts.
Therefore, in my mind it was as if I was dealing with a girl (fucking - I
would never fuck a man), but I was never cheating my wife (I wasn't with
another woman - just getting my rocks off). But being him a boy I was
determined to bring the girl out of him, I was determined to take him to
the point that he would beg me to fuck him like he was a girl.

I think now that I was out of my mind. Somehow, in a blink of an eye, I had
changed the focus of my life. I still remained that same responsible,
honest, good and respected citizen I have always been, but now I had this
other Ferguson lurking beneath the real one, a Ferguson that was sex
driven, trying to wet his stick into a boy pussy. Sunday night after I took
my shower I looked at my reflection in the mirror, trying to evaluate the
person there and I think I liked what I saw there: a mature man, slightly
overweight, but not fat, which gave me a healthy image. Lots of hair,
graying a little, but still plenty; I also had plenty of hair on my chest
that also ran downwards, coating my belly, creating a fur of entangled
hair. My legs were strong, also hairy, and they still resembled the stud I
once were. I took my flaccid cock in my hand and inspected it, lifting it
up to look at the balls. They were big oval balls and hung heavily under my
also big shaft. I peeled the skin off the head of my cock revealing an
oversized mushroom like head at the end of a long and large piece of meat.
I wondered if the kid would be able to accommodate that piece of meat when
it got larger due to the blood running thru its veins. One thing that I
think would help it get inside was that the tip of my cock, the tip of the
head when it flared was like an arrow, point-like; it wasn't blunt or
rounded. If I had the chance to put just the tip of the head inside the
kid's ass, then the rest would be just a matter of making him relax. Still
inspecting my cock I could see that the head was attached to a fat log that
got thicker as it approached the base. I think I measured it when I was
younger but I couldn't remember the number I got, but looking at it I could
say that I practically had a 9" baby maker. And thinking about babies
another thing that helped me to feel at ease was the fact that he would not
get pregnant, which is always a nuisance when you go out with a girl. S
 ince I didn't have to worry about making a baby in him, the thought of
buying condoms never occurred to me. What I really wanted was to feel my
boner digging its way in him, making a mess inside his rectum until it
exploded, freeing millions of spermatozoids in his bowel. I was getting a
hardon just thinking about that. Well, tomorrow was just a few hours away
and soon I would be jerked off until I came again in his hands. But what
really happened the next day was more than I could expect and my plans got
a lot closer to conclusion than I thought.


THIRTEEN

When he opened the door this time he wasn't dressed in his ordinary
clothes, but he had the same blue robe of the first time I saw him. It kind
of triggered something inside of me because in my jerking off sessions he
was always wearing that same robe. So, a wave of lust took me over the
moment I stepped into his house. He smiled at me and, taking me by the
hand, took me to that same den. That room became to me the symbol of sex;
when I entered it that morning the old Lucas, the shy one, stayed behind,
and the new one, the one that wanted to suck that older man's cock, came to
life.

Now that jerking him off was something agreed upon, there was no need for
us to pretend we were there for other reasons. So, after closing the door
behind us he came behind me and hugged me, wrapping his arms around my
body, pulling me against his strong chest. A wave of after-shave cologne, I
learned later that it was English Lavender, hit my nostrils and a shiver
coursed my body, making the hairs on my arms and on the back of my neck
stick up like spikes. At the same time his cock pressed against my butt and
he said: "I missed you a lot the whole weekend and I could hardly wait for
this moment. Can you feel how I missed you?" He asked and pulled me tighter
against him, thrusting his hips forward, allowing my butt to feel the bulge
of his cock. Ahhh, I thought I would faint! I had never in my whole life
felt such a thing. To actually feel a man's cock rubbing against my butt,
even though I still had my clothes on, was something I only felt in my
imagination. In that moment if he had taken my clothes off and tried to
fuck me I would have said 'yes'. I didn't answer him, but I leaned back
against his back so that he would know that I was enjoying what he was
doing. His hands around me went to my nipples and he pinched them lightly
and I moaned under my breath. "Are you enjoying this?" He asked and I
simply mumbled "Uhnhum!"  and he lowered his hands and tried to open the
zipper of my fly. Before he could finish it I opened my eyes and got away
from him, pushing my body away from that monument of flesh that seemed to
be on fire. He still tried to capture me in a feeble gesture, but I was out
of his reach already.

"What is it? You didn't like it?" He asked a little disconcerted. "No", I
said, "I liked it! It's just that I still have to catch my bus and I... I
thought that you'd want me to... you know... I..." I felt at a loss for
words and I was still trying to cope with that feeling that overtook me
just a second ago. "Yeah, sure, of course," he was quick in answer and that
look disappeared from his face. He opened his robe and I saw his
intumescing cock pointing up; it was beautiful and I felt attracted to it,
hypnotized by it, like we do when we see one of those beautiful snakes in
the zoo; although we know it can bite us, we want to touch it nevertheless.
Staring at his proud cock jutting upwards, I was drawn to it and I got
closer. He seemed to understand that his cock had a power over me, had
taken a hold on me; he seemed to realize that he didn't need to say or do
anything else because his cock had already put a spell on me. "You like it,
don't you? And you want to touch it! I know you do! Come here Lucas. Here,
it's all yours. Do what you want." He pulled me closer to him at the same
time he untied his robe and it spread completely. For the first time I saw
his whole body naked and that dizziness passed thru my head again. I
reached out and ran my hand over his chest, caressing his hairy chest and
his stomach. "Yeah, kid, that's good. Do whatever you want." I wish I had
more time to explore his body, but I knew it would have to be some other
time and my hand also wanted to feel that pulsing muscle again. I grabbed
it and pumped it a little, peeling the skin off, trying to get a better
hold of it. Maybe I'd better find a better grip. Now that I was getting
used to that situation I simply dropped on my knees in front of him and
held his large tool. "It's all yours, Lucas." He repeated again. I just
nodded my head in agreement and began to stroke his tool. It got harder in
my hands. "Can I do anything I want?" I asked without looking up and he
said "anything". I reached up with my other hand and massaged his nuts.
"That feels good, kid." I jerked him slowly. With every stroke, I leaned in
closer to his cock. The head was only inches from my mouth. I wanted to
suck on his cock until he exploded down my throat. "Go ahead, Lucas, I know
you want it!" he said, "Just don't use your teeth." The smell of his cock
was intoxicating. It wasn't cheese exactly because it was clean, but it was
the scent of a male, penis. I licked the head and felt a salty fluid on my
tongue. It tasted wonderful. I then put my lips up to his head and licked
the circumference of his rod. With my other hand, I gently massaged his
nuts. The head of his prick was engorged and I took it into my mouth. His
cock was so warm that I almost melted down.

At the touch of my lips his cock jumped and he moaned. To know that I was
causing such effect on his body made me feel powerful, in control of the
situation. In that moment he was mine and I was on the lead. As I began
working my tongue tentatively around his cock his moaning increased. I
didn't know exactly what to do, so I just followed my instincts; I had a
cock too and knew where I liked to be touched. As a cocksucker I still had
a lot to learn, but I think that he didn't care much since what counted was
that he had a warm place to stick his dick in. He placed his hands on both
sides of my head and began to slowly fuck my mouth; his cock could only
make it halfway in because he was too big. I worked up and down on his
shaft and I sucked and licked the stalk. His cock was hot and I really
enjoyed sucking it. It came naturally to me. So I closed my eyes and
reveled in the feeling of his cock filling my mouth. I felt the head poke
the back of my throat and I gagged a few times as he continued to fuck my
mouth, but I was determined to finish what I had started, and besides, I
was getting material to my jerk off sessions for a whole year after that.

Still sucking him I looked up once and the image I got still fill my memory
to this day. I had his cock in my mouth but I could see his burly body
towering over mine, his hairy belly was taut, the nipples were sticking up
thru the dense hair on his chest and above them his masculine face was
expressing ecstasy, eyes closed, clenched teeth, as he let out soft moans
and grunts. This scene still haunts me in my fantasies. I must have been
doing a good job because his breathing increased and sweat was forming on
his skin. "I'm about to cum, Lucas, what do you want me to do? You wanna
see me cumming or can I cum in your mouth, aahhg"? I didn't answer him
because I really didn't know what to say. I wanted to see the cum flying
from his cock, but I also wanted to have him cum in my mouth. I just kept
sucking him. "Well, if you keep sucking I'll understand you want me to cum
in your mouth..." He kept pumping a little faster now. "This is your last
chance to get off 'cause I'm gonna...ughhhhhhhh" He couldn't finish the
sentence because he began to cum. His hands gripped my head tighter as he
came. The first blast hit the back of my throat, the second and third were
quick and powerful and hit the roof of my mouth. The fourth splashed across
my tongue and the fifth and six slid down the back of my throat. He gasped
and I kept hearing him cry out softly as I sucked on his delicious piece of
meat. He looked down at me and smiled in a coy way. My mouth was coated
with his cum and I even had a little running down my chin. Slowly he
slipped his cock out of my mouth and I let it go, still concentrated in
gulping down his cum. He helped me up and asked me if I was all right. I
nodded my head yes and he handed me a paper towel he had left conveniently
at hand.

"Thanks Lucas, it was one of the best thing I have ever had. Did you like
it too?" I said yes and he saw the tent in my crotch. "You wanna take care
of that?" I looked down, felt a little ashamed and said 'no, it's OK.
There's no time now anyway." And that was true, the bus was supposed to
arrive anytime. "Will you come back?" He asked and I could see that he
wanted me to come back again and, of course, I would come back. "Yeah, I'll
be back tomorrow." I said as I picked my bag up. He had already tied his
robe and was walking me to the door. "Listen", he stopped me at the door.
"What time do you get out of school?" I told him and he asked me to change
the time of my visit. Instead of coming early in the morning I could come
after school was over, so we didn't need to hurry things up. "There's still
a lot of things I wanna show you, but it takes time and I don't wanna rush,
because the more it takes to finish, the best it is." I asked him what was
it he still had to show me. "I wanna fuck you!" Was his simple answer! I
stared at him "Do you want to fuck me?" I asked dumbly. "Yeah, I wanna
stick my cock up your ass real slowly. I bet you will like it too, but we
can't simply do it quickly because I don't wanna hurt you. Do you want me
to fuck you too?" I lowered my head and shook it 'yes'. He put his finger
under my chin and lifted my face up to him. "I can assure you that you'll
love it! It will hurt a little, but you'll love it after you have me inside
of you, I promise you."  He came closer to me, held me in his arms and
whispered in my ear "I want to bury my fat cock up your ass until you
cum. This same cock you have just sucked dry. Tell me that you'll come
tomorrow after school so I can make you my girl." I was dizzy again! His
cologne impregnating my nostrils, his hot breath on my neck and his words
still ringing in my ears plus the images I were seeing in my mind of him
fucking me were enough to make my fears go away. The prospect of becoming
his girl, taking his cock up my ass was something that scared me and would
certainly mark me for the rest of my life, but I was deadly certain that,
just like a moth does when it sees the glow of a light, I would fly
straight to that fire that would consume me forever.


FORTY-EIGHT

The first thing I realized when we entered the TV room was that he was
different, I mean, maybe it was that thing a dog has that can detect small
changes in their master's mood, like rage, happiness, excitement, things
like that. But he was definitely different in the way he walked, more
confident. I was ready for him already. I had drunk a cup of coffee, smoked
my cigarette (not in the balcony, this time) and I heard him knocking on
the door. For some reason he never used the door bell and I never told him
to do so. My cock wasn't hard, it was in a kind of swollen state and I
wanted to make the kid know what I had in store for him. I embraced him
from behind and pushed my hips forward, pressing my hungry cock against his
small butt. The fabric of his school uniform was thin and he would be able
to feel the length of my dick poking at him. As soon as I enlaced him he
leaned back, resting his body against mine and I pinched his nipples. I
wanted to give him a notion of what pleasure really meant and the many
forms of extracting it from our body. He moaned and wiggled his butt on my
cock, by now it was definitely hard and threatening to rape him. Only a few
days ago I thought I would never feel that way again, my cock raging with a
hard on, crazy to be unleashed, fighting its way out of its cage.

Taking his reaction as a 'go ahead sign' I decided to feel the heat of his
bun. I didn't think I would get to fuck him that same day, I just wanna put
my cock between his legs and let it taste a little of what it would get in
a near future. I lowered my hands and tried to open his fly, but he moved
away. 'You damn fool", I thought, "he's not ready yet and you'll scary him
away".  But I confess that I was a little frustrated for not having things
the way I wanted. Of course I had to remember myself that the kid was just
a kid and that I was dealing with a virgin here, and just like a virgin
girl I had to go slow, otherwise I wouldn't get what I wanted.

I was trying to find something to say when he apologized and said that he
still had to catch the bus. I didn't want to waste the chance of another
jerking off session, so I opened my robe and invited him to come closer.
When the kid saw my hard cock poking out of my robe his eyes grew wide and
in that moment I learned something that never occurred to me before. The
size of my cock always kept the women concerned and they always agreed to
let me put it in her pussies because I knew how to take them to the point
of not knowing how to say 'NO' and also because I knew how to convince them
with my manners. So I thought that the size of my cock would frighten the
boy and keep him away, but that was precisely the opposite. As soon as he
saw my cock his body changed, I think he was even salivating, staring at my
hard tool. Maybe he would never be able to take it up his ass, but at least
he was not afraid of it.

I pulled him closer and observed as he eyed my body. The kid was really
hungry for a man. Bravely he reached out and caressed my chest, his fingers
running thru the hairs, going down, until he took my cock in his hand. I
told him to do whatever he wanted, that my cock was his cock and he began
to stroke it, but I could see that he was looking for a better way to
manipulate it. I was already enjoying his hand touching my boner. I had
been without sex for so long that even a kid's clumsy hand was better than
nothing at all. To my surprise he knelt before me and his hand folded
around my boner again. He asked if he could do anything he wanted and I
told him 'yes'. He raised his other hand and I felt him massage my nuts and
that was great. The feeling of his hands caressing my most private parts,
something only my wife did in the last 30 years but that hadn't received
much attention lately, was decisively great. I opened my eyes and looked
down and I saw that he was too close to my cock. In my position I could see
that his mouth was half open and the engorged head of my cock was only
inches away from it. The image I got in that moment was that Lucas was in
India and he was one of those man who hypnotized the snake getting out of
the basket. My snake was trapped inside his fingers, which moved up and
down on it, trying to get closer and closer to his mouth. But that was not
the truth! The truth was that my snake was attracting him, inviting him to
come closer and he responded to it realizing, too late, that he had come
too close to the fence and got himself entrapped in its enlace. I only had
to say "Go ahead, kid, I know you want it" to put him in motion. And my
only concern was that he might scratch my cock.

As soon as I said that I saw his tongue stretch out and he licked the tip
of my cock. I moaned! His mouth opened a little more and he took my cock
in. I shivered all over because a wave of pleasure ran thru my body. His
mouth was warm and wet and the flared head of my cock was engulfed by two
soft lips, and his tongue swirled around it. He bobbed his head up and down
while his hands stroked the shaft and massaged my nuts. Ahhg, Lucas,
finally we were getting there! Sooner than I thought! I held his head with
both hands and began to thrust slowly, showing what a fuck might be like,
his hand prevented me from going all the way in, but he gagged a few times
anyway. With time he would learn how to take it whole without gagging. But
that morning I only made halfway his gullet. It's not really easy to cum
only by being sucked, much less when you don't go all the way down a
throat, and if I wanted to cum in his mouth I'd have to give him a little
help. I closed my eyes and imagined that his mouth was a tight, wet, hot
pussy and I felt my blood warms up in my vein. I grunted again and thrust a
little deeper. Still holding his head I imagined I was holding a pair of
cheeks and kept fucking him. "I'm about to cum Lucas. What do you want me
to do?" Of course I wanted to cum without having to bring it out, but I
still wanted to fuck him and would not spoil everything now that I was
almost getting there. "If you don't move now I'm gonna shoot in your mouth
in no time at all." He kept sucking, his lips suctioning around my now
oversensitive head, which was moving in and out of his mouth faster than
before. The kid seemed not to care and so I let go, but if he thought he
would back off if he realized he couldn't take it, he was mistaken. "I'm
gonna cum..." was all I managed to say and my cock exploded in his mouth.
"Urrrhhhhhhh" I heard this grunting erupt from my chest and my hands
clamped around his head and held it firm as I deposited my load of cum in
his mouth. He took it like a man, didn't try to pull away nor fought to get
my meat out of his mouth. Instead, he took all of my load and I saw him
swallow it. I let go of his head. I waited a little more as he licked my
cock clean and then I let it slip slowly from his cum smeared lips. I was
content and tension free.

After he cleaned himself with a paper towel I handed him, he said it was
time to go. We talked about him coming the next day again, but not in the
morning as he was used to, but rather after school let out. After having
him sucked my dick I knew I could try to fuck him, but we needed time
together and it shouldn't be done in a hurry. The kid would require
patience and expertise to lodge my fucking pole in his tight, virgin ass. I
remembered the effect my cock caused on him when he saw it and I decided to
use the same tactic here again to make him agree with my desire to turn him
into my fucking girl. I hugged him and whispered in his ear that I wanted
to make him my girl and that could be done only if I fucked him, only if
that same cock he had just sucked was deep inside his hot boy pussy. He
didn't take long to make up his mind. The next day would be the day he
would stop being a virgin and I would become a boy fucker. After my several
sexual encounters with Lucas I learned that a boy can be more fulfilling in
many ways than a woman, and I always fucked those young ones who were still
virgin and willing to let me fuck them. Fucking a young and virgin boy is
good because there's no need to worry about pregnancy or diseases. Although
I was Lucas's first man and the one who taught him the wonders of sex,
Lucas was my first boy fuck and with him I learned that a boy can endure
much more than we think. And our first fuck was the most memorable act of
our whole relationship. But I didn't see him the next day, and our first
fuck happened 36 days later.


THIRTEEN

I didn't go to school that day and it wasn't because I had missed the bus.
No, I simply didn't feel like going to school with all those mixed and
conflicting feelings boiling inside me. In just one morning I had received
so many inputs, I had been fed with so many and exquisite things that I had
to have some time just to myself in order to kind of put them into order
inside my head. I was in a haze, but then, this was becoming a very well
known state of mind lately, and my whole body was experiencing some sort of
short circuit. Only then I realized that part of this turmoil was coming
from my loins. I was overcharged and needed some relief, I had made him cum
but I still had my little pecker aching, screaming out to be strangled and
put to rest. Right there outside his door, without caring if anybody came
across, I retrieved my hard cock from its confinement and beat it furiously
and for a short time, five strokes to be precisely, and I began to convulse
and shake as my cum flowed out of my cock. It didn't fly like the man's cum
had flown. I still didn't ejaculate that way, but that made me feel much,
much better.


FORTY-EIGHT

As soon as Lucas left I went upstairs and took a shower. I felt invigorated
and ready to spend the whole day at the ranch. As I washed my cock I
wondered once again if soon it would find new depths to explore. It was red
and still swollen due to the kid's sucking. I was surprised at the kid's
behavior; I wanted to be sucked off, but I thought it would take a little
longer to convince him. As the scenes danced in my mind I was struck by the
realization of how my cock had a power over him. Still trying to understand
what had happened I understood that I could only grasp what went on in the
kid's head if I put myself in his shoes and before me stood a horny, naked
woman. I like the smell of pussy, the touch of a hard woman's nipple
between my lips as I nibble on them; the exquisiteness of the feeling as my
cock pressed against the folds of a pussy and pushed in, being enfolded by
layers and layers of wet, tight flesh swallowing me whole. Only this way I
could have a glimpse of what the kid felt at the sight of my hard
prong. Did he feel like a woman feels when she is excited? I could only
guess because he had taken my cock in his mouth so eagerly, that only those
who like that, can match. At the ranch I took care of my business and
waited until it was time to get back home. Tomorrow I would have a real
piece of ass, and thinking about that I remembered that I would have to get
some kind of lubricant. I went to the drugstore and bought Vaseline. The
easiest it was for me to penetrate him, the best would be the fuck for both
of us.


THIRTEEN

The next day was a disappointment. It rained the whole day and there was no
way to go to Mr. Ferguson's house. The neighbor took and picked his
children to school and took me along. Therefore I didn't see him that
day. Well, next day I would be there, no matter what. Next day it still
rained, but I didn't care. After school I told the neighbor that I had to
check a few things in the library and would go home by myself later, but
'thanks', anyway. One hour later I was in front of his house and knocked on
the door and then rang the bell, but nobody answered. I looked around the
house and his car was nowhere to be seen. Well, what now? I was so horny
and so resolved to give him my ass that I didn't know what to do. I really
didn't think much about what would happen when we were together, the two of
us, ready to go at it. I didn't think about the size of his cock and that
he was supposed to stick it in my ass. I only knew that to be fucked meant
having his cock sliding in and out of my chute and that made my body
shiver. And the rest...well, the rest would have to wait.


FORTY-EIGHT

The day of the great fuck started with a heavy rain that lasted the whole
day. When he didn't show up at the appointed time I knew it would not
happen that day. Well, there was nothing I could do about it. I remained
the whole day fussing around the house and even thought about going out for
a ride, but I decided against it. If I had the kid's phone number maybe I'd
call him, and this was something we would have to talk about next time we
meet. I'd give him my number and would get his. I would wait for him in the
balcony next morning. Before I went to bed that night the phone rang and it
was my wife; she said it was time to come back home and that I was to pick
her up the next day. I still tried to talk her out of coming home, but she
had made her mind up already and all I could do was to say 'yes'. Sighing
in agreement I told myself that I'd have to find another way to fuck the
kid and since I didn't know how to contact him, I'd have to wait for a
better chance to approach him. The next day, with the rain still pouring
down, I left early in the morning to pick up my wife.


THIRTEEN

That week I spent trying to figure out what had happened. I couldn't think
of anything that would make him disappear without telling why me because he
knew I was going to meet him. My body was always on fire and it seemed that
I had to masturbate all the time. Every time I came he was cumming in my
mouth and his scent was all around me. I could even feel the touch of his
hands on my hand as he thrust his hips forward, plunging his dick in my
throat; the sound of his groans filled my ears and made me even hotter. And
so I decided I would have to do something in order to not go crazy. I
needed his cock in my ass, but since there was no cock around I'd have to
find another thing. I went to the bathroom and began to finger-fuck me the
way I was used to, and soon I had my index finger inside my ass. But that
was not enough because I didn't have room to move my finger around. And
then I found what helped me discover a new level of pleasure and it had
been there all this time, I even used it for other purposes, but never
thought it would serve me the way I thought it would.

My mother had this hairbrush with a rounded handle, which was thicker than
my finger and the tip was also rounded, forming the perfect tool to
introduce into my boy cunt. I took it, spread some gel on it and, squatting
down, pushed it into my asshole. I had to open myself a little and push
like I was taking a crap and the tip slipped in. I froze and waited a
little, allowing my ass to adjust to this intrusion, and soon I was
thrusting the hairbrush handle in and out of my ass and cumming profusely.
That week I spent finding new tools to use in my pussy until I came to the
point of not finding suitable things in the house anymore. It seemed I had
spent all my resources indoors. By the end of the week I was using
cucumbers, carrots and bananas. Bananas were not adequate since they were
too soft and couldn't get inside, unless you use not yet ripe bananas, but
I didn't like it. But carrots and cucumber helped for a while. One day I
found this long cucumber my mother had forgotten in the back of the lower
drawer in the fridge and it was not suitable for use anymore, which left it
a little soft, not too hard. I squeezed it and thought that it could
perfectly be Mr. Ferguson's cock, in length, in width and also in
consistency. Since it was too cold due to its time in the fridge, I warmed
it up a little just to give it the right temperature and went to the
bathroom. By the way, I started spending too much time in the bathroom and
my family began to complain about it.

Once inside I stripped off and grabbed a small hand mirror and started my
solo sex session. I could be shy in front of other people, but when I was
alone I was myself and so I acted freely. First I eyed my little wrinkled
butthole and fingered it a little, my whole body beginning to get aroused
by the prospect of having that big cucumber inside me; I didn't know if I
would be able to take it, but I would try. After I had lubricated my rectum
with my finger I used the hairbrush to open me a little and it was just
fine because I could take the hairbrush by now without much effort; I had
grown used to it. Then I positioned the rounded end of the cucumber at the
entrance of my pucker and pressed down to allow it in. It hurt a lot! I
pushed out the way I was used to do and I felt when my ring let go a little
and the tip slipped in. An excruciating pain hit me and I dropped the
cucumber and waited a few minutes until I felt like starting over. Well, it
took me about fifteen minutes, but after that I got the large, soft
cucumber inside my ass as my body, all sweaty, trembled with the effort. It
really felt good and I felt overstretched and about to burst. I was
squatting over the commode and I brought the mirror close to have a better
look. All my wrinkles had gone; it seemed my asshole had no wrinkles at all
and I could see that the cucumber had disappeared inside a thin circle of
flesh, stretched to its limit. I had never seen my asshole so stretched
before. I waited a little and then began movements of up and down, pushing
in and out the cucumber that resembled a cock. I closed my eyes and
pretended that it was Mr. Ferguson's cock and I came immediately. I had
never cum that way in my like. Having something buried in your ass while
you cum is something out of this world. After that I lost my fear of using
objects as cocks in my boy pussy. Of course none of them compared to
Mr. Ferguson's cock in length and width, but I was getting ready for him,
if I ever saw him again, that is.

But miracles still do happen! Next Monday I got up to go to school and
headed for the bus stop not sure of what I would see. Maybe he had moved to
another house, or city, or whatever. Maybe he had gotten tired of me and
was not interested anymore; or maybe... well, what a pity! Now that I was
beginning to loose my fear of being fucked by him and was ready to go for
it with him. The doors in the balcony were closed and there was no sign of
lights through the cracks. Then I saw him, not up in the balcony, but at
the front gate, motioning for me to get closer. My heart was drumming in my
throat; I was waiting for this, although I didn't expect it. 'Dear God,
thank you for small favors' was what I thought as I approached him. Instead
of opening the gate for me to pass by he began to talk fast and told me
that his wife had come back home and that was why he hadn't communicated
with me. My heart sank down. Now he would not want me to suck him anymore
since his wife was back. But then my heart went to my throat again because
he said he wanted to see me the next day. God, I would have a heart attack
if my life-pumping machine kept dropping and rising that way. I was too
young to die. AND I DIDN'T WANT TO DIE A VIRGIN!

I asked him how we would do with his wife around and he asked me if I could
go to his ranch after school. I told him that I could skip school but not
the next day; Friday would be a better day since I usually had more freedom
on Fridays. And that was how my gloomy Monday morning turned into a bright,
happy day. Before he got in he asked me if I would let him fuck me in the
ass and added that he was too horny. I looked at his crotch and imagined
his cobra, fully alive and willing to spit at its victim; I felt his breath
on my face and a light scent of his cologne, and I almost dropped on my
knees right then and there to suck him off.


FORTY-EIGHT

My wife got home and everything got back to our normal life again, only
this time I was different and I think she noticed something out of normal
in me, although she didn't say a word about it. But she saw me going to the
balcony every morning, which was something I rarely did when she was home.
I can't really explain what she could find different in me, but I was sure
that she did. And since I didn't have an explanation for her about my
thoughts and behavior, I had to try to be normal. That week I didn't see
the kid and I was beginning to feel impatient again. I'd have to do
something to see Lucas again. Next Monday morning I went downstairs instead
of the balcony and waited for him, eyeing the bus stop every five minutes
or so. In my third attempt I saw him there looking in the direction of my
room. So he was eager to see me too. I opened the door and motioned him to
come near. We talked a little and I told him what had happened and that I
wanted to see him again the soonest possible, but it had to be somewhere
else because my wife was home. He told me that he didn't know what to do
since his house was always full of people. I thought a little and asked him
if it was possible for him to go to my ranch with me after school one of
these days. He thought a little and said that he could "arrange" for us to
go the next Friday, four days ahead, yet. I was thinking that maybe the
next day, but I said nothing and told him that it was excellent. He said he
would skip school, without telling anybody and I was to be waiting for him
here at this same time. Before I got back inside I asked him if he was
missing me and he uttered a weak 'yes' and lowered his head shyly. I got
closer to him and told him under my breath that I was hornier than ever to
fuck him. "Will you let me fuck you when we go to the ranch?" I asked him
tentatively. Still looking at his feet he said "yes", which made me feel
hornier and we agreed that next Friday would be the day.

The rest of the week was Ok, it was good to have company again and my wife
updated me on our grandchild and other trivial things going on at our
daughter's. We watched our TV programs together like always and my routine
got back to normal once again. Almost back to normal, that is. I confess
that I didn't pay attention to many things we were watching. I was looking
at the screen, but my mind was somewhere else. Many times I caught myself
pressing my hands on my crotch to disguise the throbbing mound there. What
I was really seeing was the kids mouth glued to my crotch, sucking my dick
and swallowing my cum. When I think about that now I get a little
disconcerted for having a child, and a boy to make matters worse, suck my
cock as I dropped my load in his throat. I loved it very much, but I was
having a hard time to accept that I had become a child molester, a perv.
But now it was too late, I realized. The road I had taken seemed to have
only one way and no return. I had crossed a bridge and burned it behind
me. Now I wanted to see what fucking a man's ass was like and since I
didn't have a pussy at home anymore, and being a very active man who needed
to be taken care of regularly, I was determined to finish what I had
started off. The kid would have to take my cock up his ass, willing or not
willing, and I would have to get my rocks off the way I wanted. There would
be no mercy on my side now. Of course I would have to go slowly and I was
even contemplating the idea that maybe I would not fuck the boy the next
Friday the way I wanted, that is, to have my cock deeply digging him in;
maybe I would be able only to start opening him and getting him prepared
for the next time when, surely, I would break him.



THIRTEEN

The rest of the week I intensified my very instructive and highly
educational and preparatory 'assexercises'. By now my private gym had an
assorted number of machines to help my delicate bum become a pro in the
Cockly World Competition. To give it lengthening before exercises I used
the Finger-chine, a machine made of fingers to wake up my hole and inform
it that it was time to work-up; to give the muscles some elasticity I used
the Cucumber-chine, an old device well known and well used by those in the
rural community who liked the real thing but had none around that could
make the muscles recede, leaving an opening suitable for the real machine
yet to come.

But on Thursday I didn't do any of these. I simply rested and waited for
the next day. I didn't want to have a sore ass that would stop me from
taking the real treat only because it was hurting. But I still doubted that
I could really take Mr. Ferguson's cock up my ass. One thing was to insert
objects up your ass and work it carefully until you got used to it; the
other was to have a real man, a strong and powerful body at the other end
of the cock driving it forcefully up your chute without allowing you to
stop it simply by stopping your hand's movement. And I knew that
Mr. Ferguson would fuck me like a horse fucks a mare, shoving his dick
deeply in my ass until he came profusely inside of me. Although I felt
scared that was exactly what I wanted him to do with me. I wanna be taken
in his strong arms and pulled tight against him as his cock was thrust
wildly and with no mercy in my willing ass. I could even cry and spend the
rest of the weekend walking funny, but I would beg him to fuck me like he
would fuck a girl, shoving his dick in my boy pussy with all his mighty. To
me it seemed that Christmas and the New Year would arrive but not Friday.


FORTY-EIGHT

But that Friday we never got to go to the ranch. On Thursday night I
received a phone call from my son and he was desperate. His mother answered
the phone and talked to him a while and then he asked to talk to me. He
hadn't told his mother and had, actually, tried to sound normal and held a
usual conversation with her in order not to alarm her, but when I took the
phone he let go of his composure and began to cry, leaving me immediately
worried. Thousands things went through my head and I waited until he was in
condition to at least try to explain what was going on. In the end I
learned that he had impregnated a girl and was not sure if he loved her
enough to marry her. My son had been brought up as a person who would take
responsibility for his actions and that was why he was so upset. He had
acted as a person with no responsibility at all, fucking around without
precaution, and now he knew that he had to be mature and take on the
consequences for being stupid.

To make a long story short we ended up going to the city where he went to
college and his mother reacted in a way that surprised us all. We thought
she would be upset and distressed, but she said that it was wonderful to
have another grandchild around and we tried to tell her that maybe the
child would not be around since our son wasn't sure if he would get married
or not, to which she replied "non sense" and kept behaving like she had
another baby around. To be sincere that really helped to put order in the
situation. Our son was calmer and even began to think more clearly and
decided he would not decide anything yet, following that saying, which
says: "under pressure don't do anything". But we had to stay with him for a
while. I really felt sorry for not going to the ranch with Lucas, but in
that moment my son's problems were more important than my needs. I only
wished we would have another chance to get together when things got back to
normal again. I got back home the next week, but my wife stayed behind to
take care of him and also to get the chance of meeting her daughter in law
to be. The rest of that week and the other there was no sign of Lucas. He
didn't come to take the bus in the morning anymore, and didn't knock on the
door either. I didn't know what to do since I didn't know where he lived
and I didn't have his phone number either.

That week I took my car and drove around the neighborhood hoping to bump at
him. He had to live nearby since he took the bus in front of my house, but
there was no sign of him. I was impatient and a little angry with him. What
the fuck, now that we could have our chance to have fun he decided to
disappear. But then how could he know? I didn't tell him what had happened,
how was he supposed to understand? During those three weeks I had
masturbated twice, but what I really wanted was to get my cock worked
properly by the kid's ass; I could settle for a good blowjob, if nothing
else. And then, when I was almost hopeless he simply appeared in front of
my house holding his tote bag as if going to school and asked me if he
could come in by throwing himself into my arms.


THIRTEEN

Again nothing happened that Friday. It seemed the gods were conspiring
against me! He was not home neither was his car, just like the other
day. "Fuck!" I said under my breath and took the bus. I was angry, I was
disappointed, but I was not mad at him. I knew he wanted to fuck me just
like I wanted to be with him. It was only that something was working
against us, call it fate, call it gods, call it anything, but we were being
kept apart by some sort of force that seemed to be jealous of what would
happen between us and that only turned me more resolute in my decision. No
matter how long it took for us to have our chance together I would not give
up.

The rest of the week passed without changes and every day I would check to
see if he had come back, but the house remained lifeless. One day I opened
the gate and walked around the house just to have the feeling that we were
together since I was in his territory. Although I could feel his presence
everywhere (there was sign of his vitality everywhere) I knew he was not
there. But I saw something that caught my attention: the clothing line had
some pieces of clothes left to dry and among them there was his underwear,
one big underwear, it had to be, to accommodate his large body. I took it
in my hand and memories of his cock filling my mouth with cum inundated my
mind and I smelled it, trying to capture the same scent of that day. Of
course there was the perfume of the laundry soap, and not his scent, but I
had something tangible that belonged to him in my hands. I put it in my bag
and took it with me. I spent the next week wearing his large underwear,
which was loose and didn't help a bit in the purpose it was made for, but I
didn't care, I was wearing a piece of clothe that had been in his body not
long ago and it was comfort enough for me.

On the second week of his absence I began to feel desperate and finally
accepted the fact that he was gone for good. I found his phone number with
the help of the operator and dialed it at least twenty times a day, but
nobody answered. From disappointment my feelings moved towards irritation
and soon to desperation. I told myself to forget him and leave it like
that. I even avoided to take the bus in front of his house and used the
other one on another street just to show him that I didn't care if he
didn't want me anymore, but on the third week my decision of 'leave it
alone and forget him' wore out and I decided to check on him again. When I
saw his car in the garage I almost fainted because it was like an illusion
to me. I didn't know if I should cry, or laugh, or both of them. And
because of my euphoria I forgot about being careful and never once the
thought of his wife answering the door crossed my mind, I simply walked
until I was in front of it and knocked. I didn't know what I would say, but
then, who cares? All I knew was that my lover was back home and I wanted
very much to see him. And then the door opened and there stood him before
me, big, strong, unshaved face, wearing a white T-shirt and shorts, and it
was too much for me. I threw myself into his arms and hugged him
tightly. Although surprised he simply took me in his arms as he kicked the
door shut and locked it. It seemed decisive enough, sealing my fate.



FORTY-EIGHT

I could not believe it! When I last expect the kid appears on my door and
throws himself at me, giving me the hint that he too had missed me in the
same intensity. In that moment we simply hugged each other, enjoying the
comfort of each other's body. Although he was a tall boy, I was taller than
him and my body was larger than his, so I enfolded him in my arms and our
bodies met. I held his head on my chest and he wrapped his arms around me,
pressing himself against my solid body, as if he wished to melt with
me. "Hey, what a nice surprise, where have you been all these days? I've
been looking and waiting for you like mad, but you disappeared!" I said
rubbing his back with my hands. With his face still buried in my chest he
said "I'm sorry" and, moving his head a little, kissed me on the chest,
near my right nipple. The hair all over my body stood up and one electric
charge ran thru my body, sending signals to all my neurological terminals,
including my cock, which stirred and began to wake up. "Hey, , that feels
good, here, suck on my nipple", I said bringing his mouth to my nipple,
which was also erect. He took it in his mouth and ran his tongue over it. I
moaned and tightened my embrace around his body, now shoving my crotch at
his stomach. I was completely aroused and my body was yearning to be
touched and manipulated and instinctively I knew that the moment had
arrived, that day the kid would not go to school and I would get what I had
been waiting for all those previous weeks.

The kid was hungry, hungry of a man, of a cock, of someone to touch him and
to give him love; he was hungry of me! And he had changed a lot all this
time we were away because he was acting on himself, without direction, and
that was good news too. He took my other nipple in his mouth and sucked on
it, he released his grip around my body and I felt his hand search for my
cock as he brought it to my belly and began to lower it towards my shorts,
which were tenting up now, and found what he wanted thru the leg opening.
Without much effort he made my cock slide out and he grabbed it. When his
hand encircled my cock I moaned louder and grunted because it was so
delicious and I was so overcharged and lacking attention that I felt like
cumming just then. My hands were still on his head, holding it as he sucked
on my nipples, but I decided to act too. I removed his tote bag from his
back and put it aside and took his T-shirt as well. Now he was naked from
the waist up and I was able to see his body for the first time. He was
hairyless, of course, but his nipples were erect too, just like mine. I
pinched one and he squirmed and groaned and leaned against me again. This
time he began to spread his tongue in circles all over my chest, wetting my
dense layer of graying hair and I got rid of my T-shirt as well, exposing
my mature body to him. He eyed me for a moment and I felt his mouth again
on me, going down to my navel and soon he was breathing over my crotch.
Still standing, I closed my eyes as he guided the engorged and throbbing
head of my cock to his mouth and took it in. I growled like an animal and
thrust a little, forcing my cock down his throat just enough to make him
gag. He retrieved it and licked on the underside, then around the spear
like head and then to the base of my cock where he found my balls and
licked them eagerly.

I realized then that we should go somewhere else. I told him so and took
him upstairs to my boy's former room. The bed was large and comfortable
just the same. I told him to strip all his clothes and went to my room to
get the Vaseline. On my way I looked at my cock and was surprised to see
that it was hard rock and never wavered as I walked. I caressed it as if
saying that the day had finally come and that it would be treated like a
king today. When I got back the boy was lying on the bed, his butt upwards,
the legs spread a little, inviting me to mount him. He looked over his
shoulder as I approached and I dropped my body on top of him, lodging my
long and hard, pulsating cock right between his crack, trapping him under
my weight as our bodies began to introduce themselves to each other. His
crack was hot and it was a pleasant surprise for me to have my cock in
there. I pushed my hips down on his butt, showing him my hardness at the
same time I bit his shoulder on the back. I moved aside and he turned to
me, making me lye down on my back. Soon he was using his tongue again all
over my body now. I spread my legs and gave him more room to explore me. He
found my balls and took them in his mouth, one at a time, and I let him
enjoy the feeling of discovering a man, of adoring his master and his
lover. But he always ended up returning to the throbbing head of my cock
and took it in again until it hit the back of his throat. "Do you want to
cum in my mouth?" He asked between strokes. "Well, that would be nice,
but... what if we tried something different?" I suggested tentatively, not
wanting to spoil what was so good. "What do you want to do?" He asked still
holding my cock in his hand, the lips touching the tip, not showing any
fear or signs that he would run away. "I want to show you something else
that you still haven't seen", I told him and asked him to lye on his tummy,
the way he was when I entered the room. He complied and I got ready to
perform my task. He had a small butt but it was firm and I could see that
no one else had put his hands there yet, I would be the first one, I would
be the one who would open him up and stuff him with my hard piece of meat
and would also cream him inside with my cum, so I would have to be very
careful although I was also resolved that once inside I would give him what
he was begging me for.

My cock was tilting in anticipation! The last time I remember being so
horny was long ago with my own wife and I didn't think I could feel this
way with a boy, but then, I never got this hungry before. The whole
situation was new to me. I began to caress his back and lowered my hands to
his buns. I squeezed them with my strong hands and ran my finger inside his
crack. Grabbing each cheek with both hands I spread them apart and his
butthole revealed itself to me. It was so small and was contracted, the
wrinkles tightly entwined, that for a fleeting moment I thought of drawing
back. I lowered my head and bit his left cheek lightly. He let out a weak
"ouch" but didn't complain. I got bolder and smelled his crack: it was
clean and smelled a faint nice smell of soap. I bit his other cheek and
then stuck my tongue out and licked his tight asshole. This time he really
moaned and that encouraged me to go on. Spreading his cheeks even wider to
the point his wrinkles opened a little I shoved my unshaven face into his
ass and rubbed my tongue up and down his rosebud and began to tonguefuck
him. It wasn't disgusting as I thought it could be, on the contrary, I was
taken by a wave of lust so intense that, in that moment, it didn't matter
anymore if he was a boy, a man or not, for me, what mattered was that he
had struck a cord in my being that had triggered a desire so intense that
what really counted was to fuck him with all my will. In that moment I
wasn't giving him what he wanted anymore. No way! From that moment on I
started giving me what I wanted, and I wanted very much to fuck his ass,
to, once again, perform the man's oldest role in this planet: to be a
reproducer; I wanted to be a man in the whole sense of the word, his man,
his master, his fucker, and he would be my girl, my pussy.


THIRTEEN

I felt like crying, but I would not spoil everything by worrying him with
my tears. As soon as my body touched his, all my senses got alert. With my
face buried in his chest I could smell his delicious English Lavender
cologne; I felt the heat emanating from his body, engulfing mine, weakening
my legs. I didn't want to let go of my arms around his body. He was so
delicious to hug! I have never put my arms around him and he had never
hugged me this way before, and that broadened my notion that I still hadn't
experienced everything there was in a man/woman relationship. I had only
sucked his cock, but that was not all. I realized that hugging was good,
cuddling was good and what else could be good like this? Kissing, maybe?
And what about fucking?

He told me that he had missed me but I was so moved that if I talked I
would begin to cry, so I just said 'I'm sorry!' and kissed him on the
chest. He must have liked it because he had been holding my head against
his chest and released it only enough to bring it closer to his nipple. He
said "hey, that feels good, here, suck on my nipple" and pulled me to
him. I opened my mouth and took his hard nipple in it, rubbing my tongue
around it. He moaned and I sucked on the other one. I was on fire by now
and there was no turning back anymore. With my right hand I searched for
his cock and found it hard already. He was wearing a loose shorts and I
inserted my hand thru the leg opening and grabbed his hard prong and
brought it out to, then, begin to massage it. He was grunting and moaning,
his body sending electric shockwaves to mine.

He told me to remove my uniform T-shirt and I obeyed him. He gave me a
light pinch on my nipple and I moaned a little too, but what I wanted most
was do dive myself in the pleasure of touching his masculine body. He took
his T-shirt off and I admired him for a moment. He was everything I wanted,
virile, father-like and full of desire for me. I've seen many of my friends
without clothes, but they didn't make me feel anything, but this older man,
semi naked in front of me was able to make my blood run faster in my veins
just looking at him. But I was going to do more than look at him. I began
to lick him all over again, going down, until I found his cock and took it
in my mouth, causing him to moan even louder. Once again I smelt his
peculiar scent, scent of a man, a mixture of piss, cheese and sweat, it was
intoxicating. I swallowed his cock until it touched my tonsils and I
gagged. He forced me down on his pole, pressing his hands on my head, but I
would never be able to take it whole in my mouth, maybe in my ass, but
never in my mouth. I licked the flared head, the underside and also his
balls as he kept moaning and grunting. I surely was doing a good job.

But he told me to wait a little and guided me to a room. I learned later
that it was his son's room and that only added to my excitement. He was
going to fuck me in his son's bed. Yes, I say fuck because I was determined
to go to the end and fucking would be the grand finale. He left the room
for a moment and instructed me to get rid of my clothes. I did and lied on
the bed, butt sticking up towards the door, legs half spread, waiting for
him. I didn't hear him coming, and when I looked over my shoulder he was
almost on top of me (I could see he was naked by now), and immediately his
body crushed mine as his hard cock was positioned exactly between my two
cheeks as if he had aimed it with his hand. Aahhhgg, the feeling was
wonderful, his hot and hard rod running the length of my crack, God, he was
too big. He bit me on the shoulder as he grinded his crotch on my ass and I
moaned in pleasure. After a while he moved over and I took hold of his body
again. This time we were more comfortable and I could reach under his balls
with my tongue and lick them all over, but I always liked to swallow the
big, flared head, which was leaking a little, giving me the chance to savor
his taste again.

I wanted him to fuck me very much, but I didn't know how to propose it to
him. Holding his cock I remember wondering if what I had in mind was
possible, I mean, to have that big cock of his inside my ass. But after all
the practice I had done I not only knew it was, but I knew the effect it
would have on me, and I reveled in the pleasure that I could give him
too. Then I asked him if he wanted to cum in my mouth and he told me that
he wanted to show me something else and I said OK. He made me return to the
previous position and came from behind and grabbed my cheeks in his hands
and squeezed them. It hurt a little because he was a strong man and maybe
didn't realize he was squeezing hard, but I learned one more thing, that
pain was pleasure's best friend and they always walked together. At the
same time he would squeeze my bums his finger would rub over my asshole and
the pain would go away immediately and was replaced by pleasure. I loved
it! I was going crazy and didn't know the path this would take when I felt
something softer and wet rub over my hole. I moaned out loud wondering what
he was doing when I realized it was his tongue he was using to pleasure
me. 'Oh, my God, I can't believe it!" I remember that I was also aware that
he had bitten me on the cheeks, but the most vivid memory, both physical
and mental, is that of him burying his unshaven face in my butt, his beard
pricking my soft buns, as he spread the cheeks rudely and stuck his tongue
up my ass and began to eat me, making me cry out as I spread my legs
completely, giving him access to my whole wild territory, just waiting for
him to grub up.


FORTY-EIGHT

I ate his ass for nearly ten minutes, shoving my tongue into his hole,
making sure my beard scraped his cheeks. For some reason an inner part of
me unconsciously knew that it was something sexy, to make him feel his man
rubbing his beard in his butt. I parted his hole with my fingers and kept
on chewing him; my face buried in his butt. Lucas cried out in pleasure and
also because it was ticklish. As my tongue wiggled around his butthole I
held onto his hips and pulled him harder into my face. My tongue was right
into his hole! Only then I replaced it with my finger. I did it carefully
for fear of hurting him, although I had told myself that now would be too
late for him to back out of it and ask me to stop, I had told myself that
now I would fuck him even if he didn't want it anymore. But he took my
finger quite easily, and I added a second one, still using my tongue to
give him more pleasure, and he took them valiantly. I didn't simply insert
them in his hole. No, I was looking for his G-point, his prostate. "Is it
hurting, Lucas?" I asked wanting to know how he was and he said a little
nervous 'No! Please, I'm OK. Do me'. I could have used another finger if I
wanted, but, although I wanted to loose him up a bit so that my penetration
wasn't too traumatic, I also didn't want to open him completely, I wanted
to have him still tight for when my cock penetrated him; I'd still want to
feel him tight around my cock. And I couldn't wait anymore. He was moaning,
wiggling his ass on my face and I was leaking profusely now, my cock was
beginning to hurt due to the hardness of it and due to my withheld desire
to fuck a wet, tight, warm hole. "Do me! Put your cock in my hole, I need
that, please!" His head was turned to one side, resting on the pillow and
his butt was sticking up, and I groaned with desire. I eyed his begging ass
for a brief moment and felt an urge to root it. I took the Vaseline and
lubbed my cock with a large glob (although I think I could have used only
my own cum so much it was pouring out) and got behind him. I grabbed him on
his hips and brought him backwards, gluing my upturned cock and balls in
his slimy crack, Uhnnn, that was delicious, "I've got to have a piece of
that ass!" I thought to myself. "Are you OK, Lucas", I asked, "can I stick
it up your ass now?"  It was the last chance I gave him to still put a stop
to that. He said 'yes' and I aimed the bloated head right at his back
entrance, his wrinkles knit together forming a barrier that I still doubted
I would be able to break, but it was time to find out. When the tip of my
engorged head touched his pucker he shuddered and relaxed instinctively and
I realized that he knew what to do, so I decided to forget about him and do
what I had to do. I pushed it forward and his hole resisted my invader,
although not so effectively because I felt his ass recede willingly and eat
a little of my cock. I pushed a little more and my head popped in and he
froze letting out a cry of pain and his ass clamped down behind my big
head. I stopped and waited, but didn't pull back. He moaned and said that
it was hurting, asking me to go slowly, to give him a minute.

I waited! Then I felt him squirm a little. I realized he was wiggling his
asshole tentatively on my dick and easing it into his little body. I could
feel and see his tight little sheath ever so slowly slid down over my
blood-engorged head. I could feel my head touch his hot intestines as they
opened up for me, sending an exquisite wave of pleasure up my shaft and the
rest of my body, making me shudder too. So he was ready again. I pulled my
dick out a little and without warning I pushed it deeper into his hot body
in one violent thrust. I was pleased when I was able to penetrate fully and
my crotch was against his smooth little white ass and my fucker throbbing,
almost completely imbedded inside his body. The feeling was intense; my
dick was throbbing in him, I had gotten what I wanted all these days, I
finally had my cock really fucking a hot, wet pussy and not my soaped hand,
I was whole again after many years, I was a man doing what a man does best:
to fuck! "You belong to me," I told him.  "Your body belongs to me now and
I will fuck it just like you want me to fuck you, like my girlfriend. Do
you want to be my girlfriend, Lucas?" I was very horny and playing that
game made me feel even hornier, to pretend he was my girl and that I was
his man, popping his virginity, breaking him in.

He was in agony I could see that because he squirmed in my hands, his body
would have collapsed on the bed if I hadn't held it, but he was also nailed
in my cock and I had no intention of letting him go. And besides, even if I
wanted, I could not pull my cock out anymore. The sensations coursing my
body were many and indescribable, there was nothing else I could do but to
keep enjoying them. For now and for the rest of our fuck I only cared about
me and fulfilling my desire. I leaned over him and rested on my hands to
give him a chance to get used to my cock piercing him, then, I began to
give him deliberate strokes in his ass, digging him deeper each time. I
decided to give him another strong thrust and I withdrew almost the entire
length of my cock and held it there with only the flared head still inside
his ass. And I slammed the entire length back into him. He cried out in
agony and whimped, but I paid no attention. "Sweet!" I hissed watching
enraptured by the vision of my large manhood pushing his buttocks apart to
enter his eager hole, enraptured by the vision of my thick tool banging in
and out of his overstuffed ass. "Fucking sweet ass kid!" I focused on the
feelings he was giving me, the head of my probing member finding deep
places inside of him that hadn't been touched by a man. I wanted this fuck
to go on forever. And soon I was pounding him mightily with my cock that
worked like a rammer.  "Is this what you wanted? Did you crave for this
fucker, Lucas? Was it for this that you came here for: to give your ass to
me and to let me fuck you with my hard prong? Was it?" I was stroking
furiously now, my hairy groin slapping steadily into his rubbery asscheeks,
and every plunge brought a satisfying moan from the boy. I never verbalized
when I was making love to my wife, but now that seemed the horniest thing
to do. And each time I asked him a question I thrust deeper, punctuating my
words with a shove of my hips. I had found a new pussy to give me pleasure!


THIRTEEN

He ate my ass, sticking his tongue deep inside me that it could easily pass
as a cock. I was being fucked by his tongue! Sometimes he would pull me
against him and his face would bury in my crack, his unshaven face
scratching my tender asscheeks, I was in ecstasy. I never thought sex could
be like this, tremendously arousing and fulfilling. He then stopped
tongue-fucking me and something else penetrated me, it was his finger and
it dug deeper. It wasn't hurting and I was already relaxed after this
cunnilingus session. Then I felt another finger join the first one and I
felt full in the ass. He had thick fingers like everything else in him and
they started moving around inside me until they hit something up in there.
I didn't know what it was but when he hit it a rush of pleasure went
through me and nearly caused me to pass out! I had no idea what he'd hit.
Mr. Ferguson, however, did. Seemed he was purposely looking for it. He
continued to play with my ass, running his fingers in and out of it as my
hole definitely enjoyed the ride. He moved them in and out, licked again
and kept moving his fingers and I found myself thrusting backwards to meet
his pushes. He asked me if it was hurting and I said 'no' and begged him to
fuck me. "Please, fuck me Mr. Ferguson, I need that. I want your cock in my
ass, fuck me".

He stopped altogether what he was doing and I glanced around my back and
saw him take the Vaseline and lube his cock. I wondered if it would fit in
me, if what we had in mind were possible. But at this point, I not only
knew it was; I knew the effect it would have on me, and I reveled in the
pleasure that I could give this lonely and horny man, my man now. Then I
felt when his cock nudged against my asshole, 'he wants this badly too', I
thought and got ready to receive him, now it would be the real test, the
truly real one for which I had been preparing myself with objects all this
time. His hands went to my hips and he mounted me. I could feel his
strength as he held me and pushed. I relaxed and he pushed again and the
mushroom head slipped past my wrinkles and I was suddenly gripped with the
most tremendous pain I had ever felt, and I cried out. My ass was so
slippery that I couldn't stop it; it was inside before I even knew it. I
sucked my breath in and out and tried to stop the pain, but it was too much
for me and I asked him to stop a little, to go slow. Mr. Ferguson stayed
right where he was while I wriggled and grunted, skewered in his cock.

He was so big and completely filled my back tunnel that I could feel his
heartbeat at the base of his cock now completely shoved inside me. I put a
grip on myself and made myself relax and stood my ground, never
complaining, even though it was burning and hurting badly as if he was
piercing me, and of course he was piercing me. But then I decided to make a
move and pulled out and pushed back at his crotch and his dick slipped in a
little more. He took that as a signal and, drawing back a little, pushed
forward again, at the same time he grabbed me by the hips, and pulled me
against his pelvis, plunging his throbber even deeper inside my ass. I
thought I would faint and for just a moment I got scared and wondered if I
wouldn't wind up badly hurt, after all. For a moment I thought he would
pull out and it would all be over, but instead Mr. Ferguson pushed his cock
even deeper inside me, his hands clamped hard on my hips. I could hardly
move, and it hurt. But he never let me go and kept pounding his manmeat
inside my ass. I never once told him to stop. Even if I had I didn't think
he would have stopped anyway. Mr. Ferguson was suddenly different. He
wasn't like he usually was, there was something going on inside him now
that made him act like that, savagely, animalistic, primal. But that only
made me feel more powerful because I knew I had triggered something inside
him that drove him wild to make him want to fuck me that way; at that
moment it was pure desire and lust and all that counted was my quivering,
hot hole waiting for his throbbing fat cock. Reason had given way to
purpose!

Mr. Ferguson groaned and leaned over me, resting on his hands. It was so
cool to feel him covering me with his body! I could feel the hair on his
chest and belly on my back and I loved it! He just stayed that way, letting
my hole get used to having his cock in it. Gradually, I relaxed and I guess
he could feel that my hole was used to his cock being in it. He started
pulling out and then pushed back in. I groaned from the wonderfully intense
feelings that I was feeling. He fucked his cock in and out of my hole
slowly, asking me if I was doing okay. I told him that I was, that it was
feeling really good! "Fuck me hard, please! Fuck me harder!" I think I said
and he did as I asked. He removed his cock almost the entire length and
held it there with only the oversized, angry head still inside my ring and
then he slammed the whole length back into me. Spots swam in my vision as
he began to hump his hips back and forth, driving his enormous cock in and
out of my tortured ass. "Sweet!" He said chuckling as he banged his thick
tool in and out of my overstuffed ass. "Fucking sweet ass, kid!" After a
few moments I felt the pain recede to a level I could bear. Before I knew
it, he was slamming his cock in and out of my boy-hole and I loved every
minute of it! "Ah, you like it?" he murmured, in my ear. "Do you like to be
my girlfriend, my boypussy? Like when I thrust my cock like this?" He kept
on asking me and punctuating his questions with sharp thrusts of his
cock. His breathing was becoming ragged. His hands gripped my shoulders and
his hips began to thrust more forcefully. My cock was harder than I ever
remember it being, but I wasn't touching it at all. Now that I had gotten
used to his enormous cock I began to enjoy our fucking, yeah, I intended to
enjoy the whole time we'd be together.


FORTY-EIGHT

I knew that if I kept ramming my rod up his ass that way, my balls slapping
at his cheeks, I would cum in no time at all and I still wanted it to last
a little longer. Now that the ride had become easier, the fear of hurting
him already overcome, I knew I could explore other options. I pulled out of
his hole and I saw when it shut again. The kid was young and he'd be tight
for a long time yet. I made him roll over onto his back and grabbed his
legs and lifted them, exposing his rosebud to me once again. I guided my
slippery cock to his hole and pushed again and because it was slippery it
went right in without much resistance. It was better now because I adjusted
myself and my big thing could dig even deeper into Lucas. I leaned forward
and put my hands on the bed, holding myself up over him while I pumped up
and down with my hips. He was enjoying the ride too because he reached up
and ran his hands through all my gray and black hair. That act of his was
very erotic, I looked down at him and saw that young kid completely given
to me as I stuffed him with my cock and I knew I wasn't hurting him, on the
contrary, I knew I was fulfilling an animal desire inside him too, and that
really got into me and my cock grew even bigger inside his ass.

I started to pump even faster now, plunging my cock into recesses in the
kid's body that I never thought I could reach. My whole cock was pistoning
in and out of his frail body and it wasn't simply getting in and out, I was
really fucking him with all my will, never caring to ask him anymore if he
was OK. I was getting to that point when you feel your balls tighten to
gather the whole amount of cum and put them in the rocket launchers inside
them to, finally, shoot them like a cannonball into the unknown. Nothing
could stop me now and things got worse when he touched my nipples and
pinched them lightly. I groaned louder and got ready to cum. Then I felt 's
body go taut, he let out a cry but I could see that he was not hurting and
his asshole clumped tight around my cock and he froze and his body
shuddered and whipped, he heaved and gasped for air as drops of cum flew
from the tip of his cock and fell on his chest. 'God', I thought, 'he is
cumming. I made him cum only by rooting his boypussy with my cock, how is
that possible?' That was the straw that broke the camel's back and I
intensified my pounding, pumping and grunting, my balls pressed up against
his cheeks and he squeezed my nipples harder again and I arched my back,
yelled, gasped frantically "Awww, honey I'm gonna cum!  Honey, I'm gonna
CUM, here comes my milk for you, baby!  AWWWWW!" I suddenly gave in to the
squeezing of his unbelievably tight ass and finished off, stretching my
body out and leaning down onto him for a series of deep, rapid, penetrating
thrusts that caused him to cry out in surprise and pleasure; stabbed him as
far as I could go and held him still as my cock ejaculated forcefully, his
bowels gurgling in the vigorous rush of squirting semen, the sound audible
even over his cries of orgasm and my own deep sighs and groans of release
of the thick, hot cum-lava inside his gut. Torrents and torrents of my
stored cum flew from my cock into his rectum, inundating him like a
 dam, as I shot over and over and collapsed on top of him.

After a long while of having my cock taking its time without haste inside
his hot and now full of cum ass, I pulled my cock slowly out and allowed my
body to fall over on the bed, my breathing scant, chest heaving. I was
utterly spent and empty, totally relaxed. "That was a helluva good job,
son," I said. "A damn good job. We're going to get along fine." And he
smiled. I could see that he was satisfied too and what was really amazing,
I thought again, was that he had cum just like a woman does, I had made him
cum simply by fucking him hard, touching his prostate. I never thought that
could happen and it only added to make me feel supermacho. Later that night
I relived the whole scene again and wished he were there with me.


THIRTEEN

He fucked me in that position for a while and I thought he would keep going
on until he finally came inside me, flooding me with his man milk. I was in
heaven now and his cock was making my body dance at his own will, awakening
in me feelings never know before. If I thought cumming was good when I
jacked off, then I didn't know what good was because now I was experiencing
the real good thing. But then he pulled out and I felt completely empty,
wondering what had happened when he made me roll over onto my back and took
my legs in his hands and put them on his shoulder. I was totally open to
him and without waiting he repositioned his fucking pole in my ass again
and shoved it back inside me with no problem at all.

Mr. Ferguson leaned forward and put his hands on the bed, holding himself
up over me and this was better because I could watch him while he fucked me
and I thought of all those times I had thought about this happening. I
could mostly only see his hairy, neck and chin, and I reached up and ran my
hands through the hair on his chest. He was very masculine and he made a
low noise that sounded like a growl when I touched him and I had the
sensation that his cock got bigger inside me. My legs were way up over my
head now, further than I even knew I could stretch them, and I could see my
own cock, with Mr. Ferguson's furry groin moving just behind it. It was
poking way up inside of me now. The strange thing was that even though it
hurt, I could feel a wonderful tingling in my butt hole and in my cock and
it got stronger and stronger the more he moved his cock in and out of me.

I was fascinated with his body. A rivulet of sweat had started to flow down
the center of his stomach and I could smell his scent now. I breathed in
deeply. Finally given access to every part of him, I felt confident and I
touched his pink nipples. This made him groan even louder, and I knew it
was the right thing to do. Mr. Ferguson started shoving his dick even
faster and something happened to me. Suddenly I felt a whoosh inside of
me. I realized I was way past the point where my good feelings peaked with
a jack off. He was taking me a lot further. I cried out again, only this
time it was because it felt good. Better than good! Suddenly it was the
best feeling I had ever had.  I could feel his huge balls slapping my ass
now with each thrust of his big hips. The whole scene came into focus for a
moment and I realized everything that was happening. I visualized his cock
all the way in me and my body tightened as the feelings grew and grew. I
could feel my hole squeezing and squeezing, and Mr. Ferguson was breathing
really hard, huffing and puffing, and it sounded like he was grunting and
saying little bits of words that made no sense to me. His cock was so far
inside me now that I could feel his big balls pressed up against my bum.
And then I exploded, my body jerking convulsively as my cock began to spew
cum on my chest and chin, almost dropping in my open mouth due to our
position and then it subsided as Mr. Ferguson still pumped. Dreamy from the
joy of what had just happened to me I reached up and put my fingers around
each of his nipples and tickled them. Suddenly he groaned and pumped even
faster.  I squeezed a little harder and he yelled even louder. Finally he
gasped frantically, "Awww, honey I'm gonna cum! Baby, I'm gonna CUM here
comes my milk for you, baby!  Awwwwghhh!" I felt him freeze, his cock as
deep inside of me as it would go, and as he held me still, I felt the
spasms starting at the base of his cock and I knew that he was cumming. His
cock grew thicker and pulsed as it pumped his hot, thick cum deep into my
ass. I felt a movement inside of me, a sudden push. I imagined him shooting
inside of me really hard, over and over, until nothing else was left in his
balls. Mr. Ferguson gasped and gasped, sweat dripped off his body as he
slowly fell down and collapsed over me, his cock still trapped inside my
gut. It felt like I should run to the bathroom really fast, but he was
still holding me tight.

He slowly pulled his cock out of my ass and I felt my ass close around the
tip of his cock as it withdrew. Mr. Ferguson fell over on the bed on his
back, breathing hard. I lay there feeling his cum dripping out of my
hole. "Good job, kid," He said when he had regained his breath. "Damn
good. We're going to get along fine." I smiled. My fantasy had come true.

If I am right, people usually don't like to read nowadays, which is a
shame. If this is true, then I think this will be an only story. But if I
am proved otherwise, there might have a continuation to this saga, which
lasts up to now.

Thanks a lot
Tazmania@bolt.com