Date: Thu, 29 Sep 2005 18:33:22 -0700
From: Jingjok <lizwrite@earthlink.net>
Subject: Cottontail Puppy

Cottontail Puppy

by Jingjok

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WARNING: The following material contains depictions of explicit sexual
activity. If the laws of your jurisdiction do not permit you to view such
material, please leave here at once and go to where you can learn how to
work to change the laws of your jurisdiction. If you are offended by such
material, please seek psychiatric counseling to discuss why you are here in
the first place.

On the other hand, if you simply don't care for the type of material
indicated by the story codes, well, have a nice day.

gay, adult-youth, interracial (Black M, white teen)

DISCLAIMER: The following is entirely a work of fiction. All of the parts
in this drama are portrayed by mature actors who are masters of makeup and
disguise.

HEALTH WARNING: This story is a fantasy. The characters may engage in
sexual acts that could be dangerous to their health. If you're going to get
your skin wet, always use a raincoat.

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As I drove past the park in the pouring rain of a summer storm, I saw him
standing at the edge of the street, waving his hand. I brought my black BMW
sedan to a stop and lowered the window by the curb.

A young, white face appeared in the window. With his big, brown eyes, he
looked like a wet puppy.

"Can you give me a ride?" he asked.

"OK," I said. "I'm going to pop the trunk. Get the towel out of there and
spread it on the seat before you get in."

"Wow!" he said. "Thanks a lot, Mister."

He was back in a few seconds with the towel. He laid it over the seat and
climbed into the car and closed the door.

"Ohhhh," he sighed. "This is a lot better."

"My name's Ben," I said. "What's yours?"

"David," he said. "Nice to meet you, Ben."

He didn't seem to have any problem jumping into a car with a black man. Any
port in a storm, I thought.

I looked him over. His wet, brown hair was plastered to the sides of his
face, covering his forehead and the tops of his ears. His plain, white
T-shirt and his faded jeans were soaked through, clinging to his body like
another layer of wrinkled skin. His sneakers, which he was kicking off of
his bare feet, appeared to be some discount-store house brand.

He wiggled his toes and smiled.

"Make your self comfortable," I said.

Evidently he took my sardonic remark seriously. He pulled up the hem of his
shirt and peeled it over his head.

"Can I throw this in the back seat?" he asked.

When I just gaped at him, he tossed his shirt behind him and began to
unbutton his jeans. David's skinny torso was lightly tanned, normal in July
for a city-based white boy. Slim didn't describe him. His ribs showed, his
collarbones were prominent, and if his belly ever had a six pack, someone
had crushed the cans.

"What do you think you're doing?" I asked.

"I gotta get out of these wet clothes," he said, matter of factly. He
raised his hips off the seat and slid his jeans and underpants down his
thighs, exposing a soft, pink dick that was unremarkable.

"You can't just get naked in my car like this," I protested.

"You don't want me to catch cold, do you?" he said.

The boy leaned forward and dragged his jeans off his ankles and tossed them
on top of his shirt in the back seat. Then he shoved his soaked cotton
briefs over his knees and kicked them to drape over his sneakers. His slim
legs had a little bit of meat on them.

"Wrap the towel around yourself," I demanded.

"Nah," he said, "I'm just gonna sit here and let you look at me."

"Where do you want to go, anyway?" I asked. We seemed to be pursuing
different agendas.

"With you, Ben," he said simply.

David lifted his right hand to his chest and ran it down his wet belly and
through his sparse patch of light-brown pubic hair. Then he began to rub
his open fingers across his cock and balls.

"Stop that," I ordered. "Where do you live?"

"Can't go there yet," he said, continuing to play with himself.

"What are you doing out here on a night like this?" I asked.

"Stepdad was getting drunk," he said. "Had to get out before he started on me."

"He hits you?" I asked.

"Did once," the boy said. "Blacked my eye before I could get out of the
house. Lucky he don't start while he can still move straight."

"What's his problem?" I asked.

"When he gets drunk, he calls me a stupid faggot kid," he said. "I think
he's the queer one. I think he gets drunk so he won't have to try to do it
with Mom."

"And are you gay?" I asked.

"Dunno," he said. "Never tried it. Sure don't want him to climb into my bed
one night and be my first."

"Well," I said, "we can't stay here. Some cop will come along and check me
out, and you'll be difficult to explain. Tell me where you live, and we'll
go there and sit and listen to the radio until your lights go out."

"How about we go to your place instead," he asked.

"You act like you think I'm gay," I observed.

"Well, you haven't kicked me out of the car yet," he responded.

"In case you hadn't noticed," I said, "I'm not going to be able to tell my
nosy doorman that I'm babysitting my nephew. That might work if a white guy
picked you up, but it won't work for me. That redneck would be on the phone
calling the cops to look at his security tapes as soon as we got into the
elevator."

"Well," he persisted, "how about a motel?"

"A motel!" I exclaimed. "What makes you think I'd want to take you to a motel?"

"You keep looking at my dick," he said. "And you've got a hard bulge in
your pants."

David reached over and groped me. I grabbed his hand and pushed it back to
his side of the car.

"Stop that," I shouted.

I hadn't been aware of my erection. It never occurred to me to think of the
kid as a sex object. Yes, I was gay, but I liked big boys. Not that I'd had
any since I got out of business school.

"You like me, Ben," he said. "You're a real stud. C'mon, let's go do it."

"You're a little kid," I protested. "They'd lock me up if I messed with you."

"I'm not gonna tell," he said. "Anyway, I'm sixteen."

"Great," I said. "I'm ten years older than you. Why don't you find a buddy
your own age to play with?"

"You're kidding," he sneered. "You want me to tell someone at school that
I'm queer?"

"Worse things can happen to you, if you start picking up old guys with
cars," I said.

"Well," he said, "I got lucky. What do you do, anyway?"

I guessed he was referring to my occupation rather than my sexual
practices. "I'm a manager," I said.

"What do you manage?" he asked.

"People," I said. "And products. I'm on the fast track to being a CEO
before I'm forty, and I don't need some horny kid to derail me."

"Wow," he said, sounding impressed. "Well, one night won't hurt you. How
about you just take off your clothes, and we go into the park here and do
it naked in the rain?"

What a crazy kid. I became aware that my cock was pressing against my
trousers, trying to spring up toward my belly. David was right, though.
Nobody would see us in the park. Maybe I could just fuck him, and then he'd
let me take him home.

"We can't park here," I said.

I put the car in gear and drove off. I had an idea.

"Where we going, Ben?" he asked.

"Not far, David," I said. "You'll see."

I shook my head. I couldn't believe I was really going to do this. David
might be sixteen, but I was long past the age of wild adventures in the night.

I turned into a driveway and stopped beside a trio of cars in the parking
lot. I turned off the lights and killed the engine. Nobody would pay
attention to just another car in a row.

"Whose cars are those?" he asked.

"Live in staff at the country club," I said. "They won't be coming out in
this storm."

"Are we gonna do it here?" he asked eagerly.

I released my seat belt. It wasn't going to be easy to get undressed in the
car. I tilted the steering wheel and pushed the seat as far back as it
would go. Then I leaned forward and squirmed out of my suit jacket. I
folded it neatly and turned to lay it carefully on the back seat.

"Hurry up," he said, stroking his tan fist along his hard, pink dick.

"Calm down," I said. "That's a six hundred dollar suit. I can't just toss
it around like a wet T-shirt. And don't you dare squirt cum all over my car."

I lifted my foot and untied my shoe and dropped it under the pedals. The
other one followed, and I pulled off my black nylon socks. Then I
unfastened my belt and slid my trousers down and off my ankles. I decided
to leave them on top of my shoes, in case I had to get into them again in a
rush.

David reached over and rubbed my boxers along my stiff cock.

"Ooooh," he said. "They're silk."

They were, and if he kept that up, I would be the one to make a mess in my
car. I took his hand away again.

"Be patient, David," I said.

I unbuttoned my shirt front and the cuffs and leaned forward and stretched
my arm over toward David. "Help me with this, please," I said.

He pulled the sleeve off my arm, and I got the other one off and tossed the
shirt into the back.

"Nice brown shoulders," he said. "White undershirts are sexy."

Sexy or not, I pulled it off and threw it behind me. Then I raised my hips
and slipped out of my boxers.

"Ooooh," said David. "What a big, black monster."

Flatterer. Maybe my cock was a inch or more longer than his, but it
exceeded the reported national average by half an inch. Funny, I thought,
but I'd never heard of anyone who admitted taking part in that survey.

"Think you can handle it?" I joked.

In answer, David reached over with both hands and rubbed my skin along the
shaft of my cock, squeezing the head.

I peeled him loose. "Not that way," I said.

"Are we really gonna do it in the rain?" he said.

"You're not chickening out, are you?" I said. "Change your mind? Ready to
go home now?"

"C'mon," he said, reaching for the door handle.

"Wait!" I shouted. I adjusted the switch so the light wouldn't come on when
the door opened. After a second's thought, I decided to leave the key
behind and the car unlocked.

"Let's go," I said.

We opened the doors and stepped out into the steady rain. I met him at the
front of the car.

"It's chilly," I said.

"You'll get used to it," he said.

He reached out and rubbed one hand across my back and the other over my
chest and belly. His hard dick pressed against my thigh. I couldn't
remember ever feeling anything as sensual as that skinny, wet white boy's
hands roaming over my slippery body.

I grabbed him and hugged him for a moment, and then I took his hand and led
him across the grass. It had been a while since I walked outside barefoot,
and it felt good.

We came onto a graded pathway, and David let go my hand and wrapped his arm
around my waist. I clasped him by his wet shoulders, and we walked along
bumping our slippery bodies together. Our stiff cocks bobbed before us. Now
and then, we would look at each other and grin.

We left the path and crossed the grass through scattered trees to a
clearing. Single file, he preceded me across a short, narrow bridge onto a
small island in a lake. My eyes were glued to the round globes of his butt,
pale between his tanned back and legs, like a cottontail rabbit.

"Where are we?" David asked.

"On the island green of the fifteenth hole of the country club golf
course," I said. "Nobody's likely to step on us out here."

"Cool," he said. He grabbed me and slithered his wet body against mine.

"Just imagine a couple of thousand fans lining the shore," I said,
"cheering and waiting for me to put it into the hole."

"Oh, yeah," he said. He was breathing heavily. "I want it in my hole."

"I thought you've never done it," I said.

"I can take it," he said. "I want it bad. I want to feel your big stick in
my ass."

I picked David up by his shoulders and his butt, and squatted and lay him
gently onto the grass. Then I fell on top of him and ground my wet body
against his. I could feel his dick pressing into my belly, while my own
hard rod rubbed against his slippery thigh.

"Oh, gosh, Ben," he said. "This feels so sexy."

The rain was falling hard now on my back. "It's too wet," I complained.

He giggled. "It's just like jacking off in the shower," he said.

"I guess so," I said.

I ran my tongue over his face, sucking in the rainwater. He did the same to
me, and we licked each other's face like puppies starved for affection.

I found his soft lips and pressed mine against them. David opened his mouth
and tickled my tongue with his. He tasted like toothpaste. I probably
tasted like old coffee.

"You taste nice, Ben," he said.

Maybe I could introduce a coffee flavored mouthwash at our next product
design meeting.

"You do too, Davy," I said.

"Oh, Ben," he said, "it makes me shiver when you call me 'Davy.'"

He may have been a beginner, but he soon figured out how to give me the
sexiest kiss of my life. I smeared my lips against his in a hard, long
smooch, while the unrelenting rain drummed on my back.

I squirmed my slick belly along his stiff dick, while my own hard cock
skated on the wetness of his thigh. Wanting him closer to me, I grasped his
bony shoulders. David's hands pressed against me, sliding over my slippery
skin. I could feel the boy's hips moving, digging his prick into my flesh.

David pulled his mouth away from mine. "Oh, Ben," he gasped, "this feels
better than I ever imagined."

If we kept this up much longer, we were both going to cum. And I realized
it didn't matter. We didn't need a game plan. We could do what we were
doing, and shoot our spunk onto each other, and then we'd do something else
and shoot it again.

"Oh, Davy," I moaned. "Pretty soon I'm gonna cum, and you're gonna cum with
me."

I smeared my mouth against his again, and we humped our dicks into each other.

"Mmmmm," David moaned into me. His eyes were scrunched shut. "Nnnnn!" he
groaned again.

I felt my cock start to throb, as I thrust it along his slippery thigh.
When his dick began to jerk, and a hot splash of his boyish sperm coated my
belly, I went over the edge. I blasted my seed onto his leg, spattering
spunk onto his tight ball sac. We humped each other's flesh for an
eternity, moaning and spurting and squeezing each other like a couple of
ecstatic squid.

When I had milked all of my cream onto his belly, I collapsed limply onto
my young partner. I kept my face above his, and my body protected his
skinny form from the pelting rain. I relaxed and tried to catch my breath,
feeling like I was under the shower massage at home.

We nibbled at each other's lips, while David's panting gulps of air pressed
us together, grinding my belly against his still hard dick.

"We're not done, are we?" he said anxiously, humping his little rod against me.

His eager desire sent a wave of blood surging into my cock. I was hard
again, and ready to shove my meat into his tight little butt.

"We're just getting started, Davy boy," I said.

I pressed my feet against his ankles, urging him to spread his legs. Then I
put my hands on the ground and raised myself and knelt between his light
tan thighs. I lifted his legs into the air, and scooted forward until his
hips rested on my legs near my balls.

"Oh, yeah," said David. "Put it in now."

"Be patient, boy," I said. "Gotta get it ready first."

I scraped my brown fingers along his slimy, white belly and scooped up some
of his creamy boy spunk. I rubbed some onto his puckered butthole, and then
pushed a slippery finger into his channel. I pulled it back and dug in once
more and found his prostate.

I saw David's hard, pink prick bounce against his tan belly. He pulled his
knees back and apart to stretch his hole wider for me.

"Ooooh," he sighed. "Do that again."

I looked at the young white boy's face. His stringy, brown hair fell over
his ears to the grass. The rain was pelting him, and his eyes were squeezed
shut; his pink tongue licked the rainwater from his lips. David was
breathing fast, panting with the desire I was kindling in his tight little ass.

I stuck a second finger into David's hole, stretching him further. He
hummed encouragement, while I slid my two fingers in and out of his butt.

"It's ready, Ben," he said. "I think it's ready now."

I dug around on his wet groin, looking for some of my own spunk that hadn't
been washed away. I found a little bit that had dribbled under his almost
hairless balls, and rubbed it over my cock.

"All right, little boy," I said. "Let's see if you can take it like a man."

I moved my cockhead to his little red bud, and teased his opening. It
seemed to nibble at my dick, and I pushed forward, using my hand to stir
his hole.

"Yeah, Ben," he said. "I'm ready, Ben. Shove it in."

"Just be patient, Davy," I said. "When you're ready, you'll open up and
it'll slide right in."

He wiggled his butt, and I swiveled my hips, and we tried together to drill
my rod into his opening. At last, it swallowed the head of my cock.

"Yowww!" Davy yelped in shock.

"Hang on, Davy," I said. "Your hole's been stretched. In a moment, you'll
get used to it and feel fine."

David grimaced in pain, but he gamely squirmed against my cock, trying to
take in more of it.

"If it's gonna hurt anyway," he whimpered, "it may as well get inside me
and hurt."

"Be patient, Davy," I consoled him. "It'll feel good, real soon now."

The rain was beating on David's face, and he kept his eyes clamped. I saw
his mouth relax into a kind of twisted smile. He hunched his hips against
me, and another inch of my shaft dug into his hungry hole.

"Oh, yeah," he sighed. "Push it in now, Ben."

I shoved forward, and watched half of my black shaft disappear into the
tight red ring in his white butt. His asshole was clenching around my hard
cock, like a puppy gnawing on a bone.

"Ooooh," crooned David.

He raised himself on one elbow and put his other hand above his eyes to
shield the falling rain. We both watched, as I drew back and then slowly
slid my cock all the way into the squeezing tissues of his hot little ass.

"Mmmmm," we hummed together, blissful that we'd gained our goal.

I hooked my elbows over the crook of his knees and grabbed his slippery
shoulders to pull myself forward, folding David into a tight "U." My face
covered his, sheltering him from the pelting rainwater, and our lips slid
together. We nibbled hungrily, until our tongues found their way onto each
other.

I swiveled my hips, stirring my cock in his tight channel. I slowly rocked
forward and back, not pulling my dick out of him, but just moving it
around, deep inside him.

I watched the head of his hard prick jabbing into his belly on each stroke.
David was moaning deliriously, and I figured he was about to cum again.
That was fine. He was young and horny. We could fuck all night, and he'd
still be squirting out his spunk in the morning.

I tried a couple of short strokes, moving my cock against the walls of the
boy's warm, slick ass, trying to rub his prostate. David locked his ankles
around my neck and tried to hump his butt against my dick. Then his face
squinched up, and his eyes clamped shut.

"Ahhhh," David moaned. I could tell he was about to shoot.

"Unnnh!" he grunted. I saw a string of cream fly out of his dick and land
on his chin. Another squirt from his wildly flailing cock landed on his
shoulder. The next shot splashed onto his navel, and a little more of his
spunk dribbled slowly down along his prick.

I held his wet shoulders and kept myself buried deep inside him, until his
ass was finished squeezing my cock. It felt good to have got the boy off
with just my hard shaft stirring his butthole.

David was taking deep breaths, like he'd just run a mile. He opened his
eyes and grinned at me.

"Wow," he said. "I ain't gonna wait another sixteen years to do that again.
Did you cum?"

"Not yet," I said. "Let me know when you're ready."

I pulled out a little way, and slid my cock back into him.

"Ooooh," he crooned. "That's nice. Do it some more."

I raised myself above the boy, straightening my arms so I could stroke my
cock in his butt. I pulled back, until just the head was in his hole, and
then pushed it in again, all the way.

"Oh, yeah, Ben," he said. "Shove it into me. Push your cock into me. Fuck
it into me, Ben."

"Oh, yes, Davy," I said. I shoved my black dick into his tight butt. I
pushed my hard cock up into David's slippery ass as far as it would go. I
fucked that white boy's sweet hole like it was made for it.

"Oh, yeah, Ben," he panted. "Do it, Ben."

I was pumping faster now, pulling almost out, and then digging deep inside.
I tried to rub David's prostate with each shove, and his grunts of pleasure
were turning me on more and more. I could feel little fingers of fire
starting to lick at my balls, stoked by the touch of David's rain slick
hands rubbing up and down my slippery arms.

The rain was falling harder now, splashing on David's closed eyelids,
pounding on my back, running in a stream off my nose onto David's chest. I
could barely hear David moaning and humming beneath me, as I stroked into
his hot little butt. He reached between us and grabbed his prick and tried
to yank it loose from his crotch.

I could feel my cock throbbing inside him. I shoved in hard and deep, and
heard him shout as his ass squeezed my dick. I took a short stroke and then
stayed put; his tight little wringer milked out spurt after spurt of my seed.

When we were done at last, I collapsed onto David's limp body. I could feel
his breath against my teeth as I lazily licked his lips. We both groaned
aloud, in exquisite pain, as my cock slid, inch by inch, out of his tight
tunnel.

I tangled my fingers in David's wet, stringy hair and held his head gently.
I nibbled at his eyelids, and he licked my face. After a while, I realized
that the rain had slackened to a soft pit pat on my butt.

"Oh, Davy," I sighed.

"Oh, Ben," he cried. His frantic arms pulled me tight against him. "Stay
with me like this, Ben. Please don't leave me."

"We've got to get out of here, Davy," I said. "When the rain stops, they'll
come out to check the course."

"Kiss me hard, Ben," he pleaded. "Like you mean it."

And I did. But then I pried myself free from his grasp. I stood up and
braced David's feet with mine and pulled him up in front of me.

He threw his arms around me and scrubbed his cum-slick belly against my
abdomen, while he licked rainwater from my shoulder. I ran my hands down
his skinny flanks, playing his ribs like piano keys. When I reached around
and ran a wet finger along his slippery butt crack, I felt his hard cock
press against my hip. David was ready for more.

"Oh, Davy," I sighed, hugging him close. "No more. It's time to go home."

He squeezed my back with his arms, and then pulled his head back and looked
up at me.

"Carry me," he demanded.

I heaved a deep breath of relief. I'd been afraid my will power wouldn't
keep us off the grass for another round.

I squatted, and he flung his arms around my neck and his legs around my
waist. I hooked my elbows under his knees and clasped my hands and stood
up. All right. I could carry his 120 pounds for a while.

"Gee up, horsey!" he urged.

I staggered off the grass and over the narrow bridge, resisting an impulse
to dump him into the pond. I hauled David through the trees, and felt his
hard prick humping against my spine. When we reached the path, I squatted
and let him down.

"Old man, you..." I wrapped my arms around him and cut him off with a kiss.

More than a minute later, I released him, and led him by the hand back
toward the car. Only an occasional droplet of rain plinked onto my skin. I
opened the trunk and found another towel and dried myself. David stood
watching; he slowly jacked his still hard dick.

He was still wet, and he looked so sexy that I immediately regretted
tossing him the towel when I was done with it. I pulled my clothes out of
the car and climbed into them, and then sat and put on my socks and shoes.

"Get in now," I told him, as I swung my legs into the car.

He went around and spread the towel across the seat and sat on it, with his
pink flagpole standing up above his hips. He stroked it slowly with his fist.

"Don't you jack off in my car," I warned him.

"I'm just keeping it warm till I get home in bed," he said.

I started the car, and drove out of the parking lot. Just as I reached the
street, I thought I saw in the mirror a figure moving across the lawn near
where we had parked. Too close, I thought.

"Cover your lap," I told David. "We're about to be in traffic, and the rain
has stopped."

As I drove along the nearly deserted street, I saw headlights come on and
follow me. I wished I'd put on my necktie. I was sure it was the cops, and
they would laugh their butts off while I tried to explain a naked white boy
in my car. They were right behind me, but when I pulled slowly and
carefully away from a stop sign, I saw the lights make a left turn.

I was breathing heavily with relief, when I heard David say, "That's my
street."

I turned the corner, and slowed the car to a stop where he indicated.

"Keep going to the next house," he said. "I don't want Mom to hear you when
you drive off."

I drove ahead about fifty feet, and left the engine running when I parked.

"Oh, gosh, Ben," he said. "I don't want to leave you."

"You have to go inside now, Davy," I said.

He snugged the towel around his waist. In the dim light, I could see a tent
pole in the front.

"My dick gets hard when you call me 'Davy,'" he said.

"Go inside and take care of it," I said.

He opened the car door and put a foot onto the curb.

"Wait," I said. "You need anything in your pockets, like a key?"

"Oh, gosh," he said. "Yeah."

I stretched into the back and grabbed his sopping wet jeans and pulled them
into the gap between the front seats. He dug into a pocket and displayed a
key ring and a couple of quarters. Then he tossed the pants back into the
rear, creating an excuse for us to meet again. I saw through his plan, but
I couldn't resist it.

He leaned over and pecked my lips, and then climbed out of the car. He
reached back in and grabbed his sneakers.

"Good night, Davy," I said.

"Night, Ben," he said, tugging at the front of his towel. "Next rain, same
place. Promise?"

"I promise, kid," I said.

"I love you, Ben," he said. David closed the car door before I could respond.

Promises were always easy to make. I put the BMW in gear and drove away.

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The end.