Date: Sun, 26 Sep 2010 07:44:53 -0700 (PDT)
From: John Likeness <thelilghost06_nthesarge@yahoo.com>
Subject: Danny and Me part 3

Danny and Me Pt. 3
A Table Fuck, a Danger Fuck, and Fuck around the House


All the usual disclaimers apply--if you are too young, leave now and come
back when you're legal; if this kind of story is illegal where you live, I
feel sorry for you so, move to a more sensible place, come back to Nifty
and read there. I hope you enjoy the story. This is a continuation of
summertime sex with Scott, this really happened, except there were more
"danger fucks" than anything else--no wonder I love sex in high risk
places! Again, I hope you enjoy it. Be smart--play safe. Sorry for the long
delay--life happens!

As soon as I got to his house, Scott yanked me inside and pulled my clothes
off, almost before the door was shut. He hugged me to him, his hands
gripping my butt, and lifted me to kiss his face. As he lowered me, I
grabbed his shorts and pulled them down and off, giving me full access to
his stone hard bone. (Scott's 8" would be the biggest dick I would enjoy
until I was 16). I bent down and took his dick into my mouth and started
sucking--he leaned back against the wall, and cooed approval and
encouragement--when suddenly, realizing that the drapes on the front window
were open, he gathered me up and rushed us through the kitchen, and into
the garage Scott put me on the workbench table,

"Lie on your back and hang your head over the edge," he instructed. As I
complied he stepped up and slid his 8" of joy into my mouth, and, holding
my head in his hands, started fucking into my mouth and throat; I instantly
started gagging each time he jabbed into my throat--I pushed back against
his hips to stop him, and felt bile rush up--he didn't stop--I pulled my
head to the side and spewed onto the floor.

"Whoa!" Scott yelped, "Are you okay?"

I nodded, "Yeah, I'm sorry about that," I gestured toward the clear puke.

""Don't worry, I got it." Scott said as he dumped sawdust over it.

"I wanna try that some more," I stated.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, but lets try it this way," I responded as I rolled over onto my
belly.

"Okay<" he said, as he stepped up and resumed face fucking me. I kept at it
until I was about to lose my lunch and pushed Scott back, sat up, gulped
several times, and breathed to calm everything back down. Scott rubbed my
back and stroked my hair and face and told me how good it was. Once all was
well, I looked expectantly at Scott,

"I want to try that again, but not so soon after I eat," I said. Scott was
playing absently with my dick.

"Get on your knees," he said. I did as he said; he slid me nearer to the
edge of the table, forcefully but gently, pushed my head down to the table,
and dove into my upturned butt. He tongued my hole greedily for several
minutes, then I heard him spit and felt him insert fingers into me; Scott
fingered me momentarily, then used those to scoot me nearer to him and the
edge of the table. He pushed my butt down, so my torso was almost flat on
the table with my knees by my elbows and lower legs splayed. I heard him
spit again, felt the tip of his dick feel around for my anus and slide into
it. I sighed--this odd position put my prostate directly in the line of
thrust--and felt my dick start to drizzle. Scott pumped into my ass, his
dick our only point of contact; my focus narrowed down to my ass and his
dick, every stroke, every pump caused a spasm of ecstasy to course through
me like an electric shock. At last I raised my upper body; I arched my back
and pushed my butt out toward his impaling rod--I scootched back even
further so my outthrust ass hung lower--further skewering myself, and
further exposing my prostate to the ecstatic bludgeoning of Scott's
pistoning cock head--I felt sweat bead and run down my back and across my
forehead; I heard Scott's breath coming in labored pants; I felt him
increase his pace; I felt wave after wave of pleasure course from my
ass--almost of its own volition my hand started rapidly beating my iron
spike dick--faster and faster, he was now slamming into my ass--faster and
faster, I whacked my dick; my balls drew up and cum literally exploded from
my piss slit and squirted in every direction like hot vanilla cream from a
squeeze bottle; my asshole contracted and released rapidly in spasm, that
was enough to push Scott over the edge; he slammed into me hard and deep,
grasping my hips and pulling me hard down onto his cock; I felt his cock
throb and pulse deep inside me;

"O fuck! O gods! O shit!" he gasped over and over and over. Then he quieted
and gasped and puffed, his dick still buried deeply in my bowels. After a
little more recovery time, Scott withdrew his hypersensitive penis, softly
cursing and `ah ah-ing' like he was pulling a splinter from his arm. I
flopped over on the table, limp as a rag doll. Scott pulled me up and off
the table, he swiped my splattered cum with a rag that he tossed it into
the dirty laundry piled next to the wash machine, as we padded quietly back
into the house proper. Once inside, we both repaired to separate baths; I
saw to my immediate needs and emerged, still butt-naked, to find some of my
clothes. I heard Scott thudding around upstairs; I found my clothes strewn
all over the entryway, and ducked low to retrieve them--the drapes were
still open--and slipped out of the line of site and dressed. I then headed
upstairs; I met Scott on the stairs,

"Let's go skate or something; I want to get outside while the sun shines."

"Coo'," I said and followed him as he grabbed up his board and his back
pack, and gestured for me to grab one of the other boards in the front
closet.

It was a five minute ride to the skate park. I hadn't noticed before, but
it was really hot out. I sweat easily anyway, so, by the time we reached
the skate park, my t-shirt was already soaked through. Scott, I noticed,
had a sheen of moisture over his torso and an enticing rivulet of sweat
down his back. We arrived and found the place mostly deserted; the few guys
that were there were leaving--"too hot!" they exclaimed--and were
gone. When it came to skating, I didn't exactly suck--I could do the basic
tricks--but, I was nowhere near what Scott could do. He was a pro in all
but name (and money). I got tired, and was soon on the bench watching
Scott's show. After while, the heat finally started getting to Scott; he
slowed down and finally stopped to get a drink--I walked with him to the
water fountains and also got a drink. The restrooms were right next to the
fountains,

"I gotta piss," we announced in unison, and chuckling went into the men's
toilets. The restroom building had begun its life as a WPA project, so
quite a bit of it was old fashioned--instead of urinals, it had a piss
trough; instead of those flimsy partitions that end two or more feet above
the floor, each toilet had its own cubicle--its sole concession to
modernity was a handicapped stall. As we relieved ourselves, I looked over
at Scott's handful of meat. A wicked, nasty thought presented itself to me,
and a wicked little smile crossed my face as I reached over and took his
dick in my hand. Reflexively, Scott started to fend my hand away, when,
apparently, the same wicked thought entered his mind; he looked down at me
with an equally wicked grin as, his wiener firmed up to 8" of steel. I
dropped to my knees, as he turned towards me; I sucked his dick down as far
as I could; I gagged myself repeatedly before I backed off. Scott hissed
with pleasure, like snow on a campfire; I was in a daze of lust when he
pulled me to my feet and guided me into the handicap stall. He clicked the
door shut and slid the latch in place; I stood still as he reached into his
pocket and pulled out a little tube of Vaseline lip balm, squirted a blob
of it onto his meat stick and stroked it slick all over, his shorts dropped
to the floor where he stepped out of them. Then he reached out, turned me
around and pulled my shorts down and off, and then smeared the grease from
his hand into my crack and popped a slickened digit into my quivering
little fuck hole. I automatically leaned my face to the wall and thrust my
butt out as I spread my legs. Scott wasted no time in lining up behind me
and sliding his joystick up my chute. He let me settle on it for a second
and then began to fuck me; my dick was so hard, it almost hurt, it felt
like the skin on it would burst. Scott must have been as excited as I was
because he was fucking me like there was no tomorrow--one hand help onto my
hips and the other covered my mouth--this was gonna be a quick but
memorable ass ramming! I was playing with my little prong and felt my nut
starting to build,

"Scott? You in here man?" a voice called.

We froze like a tongue to a North Dakota flagpole in the middle of
February.

"Yeah?" Scott returned, "Who's that?"

"It's me, Kevin--I came over to skate and saw your board propped by the
fountain."

I had to fight to keep from giggling, Scott, still hard and inserted to his
pubes in my ass, silently shushed me. I was harder than I'd ever
been--"This so hot!" I murmured; To cover my slip Scott called,

"I'm takin' a dump man. I'll be out in a sec okay?" He made sure annoyance
dripped from every word.

"Yeah, sure," Kevin responded, and, as gravel crunched as he walked away,
Scott resumed fucking me. Probably because of the added anxiety, we both
nutted quickly and hugely; I came so much that a veritable stream of it ran
down the tiled wall; Scott busted into my ass so hard that I actually felt
the first few spurts, and so much that, after he pulled out and ducked out
the stall, it took me most of the toilet paper in the stall to clean my ass
and legs up. I took my time cleaning up, first because I needed to, and,
second because I didn't want to plant any kind of thought in Kevin's mean,
rotten, fuck-headed, jerk-faced brain. He was Scott and Todd's total
asshole 18 year old cousin. He was the type of obnoxious teenager that set
anyone within a 5-mile radius on edge; there was no one exaggerated trait
of assholishness, but rather, every assholish trait imaginable was present
in Kevin in equal measure. I knew Scott and Todd tolerated him only because
they were family; I felt sorry for them, especially Todd, since he was the
youngest he was usually the victim of Kevin's pranks and assholish
behavior. Kevin was cute though so, girls and women would tolerate lots of
his shit because of his looks. He was between 5' 11' and 6' and weighed
about 150 lbs. He had dark brown hair that he wore longish and purposely
mussed, dark brown eyes with long lashes and delicate, almost girlish bone
structure to his face; he had a proportionately graceful neck and wide,
rather than broad shoulders. With his shirt off, he showed no definition,
just smooth evenly tanned skin over a slim torso. His legs were long and
graceful as well and evenly tanned too. His ass was round and full, but not
a bubble; this was most definitely a boy's butt, and a very nice one at
that. He was definitely cute, but was so narcissistic, that most guys
wanted to beat him down on sight. Kevin did have enough charm and wit to be
pleasant when he wanted or needed to be, but wasn't really bright enough to
realize that he needed to be pleasant much more often than he was.

Once I was cleaned up and dressed and had stalled around all I could, I
cautiously slipped out of the restroom, skirted unseen around the park and
carefully, making sure Kevin didn't see me, but that Scott did, slid back
into the bleachers to recover my board. I watched them for a while; I have
to admit, Kevin was good, almost as good as Scott. While Kevin was
performing, Scott rolled over to the fence and motioned me over,

"Go back to my place," he whispered, "and wait for me up in my room. `K'?"

"'K'" I responded, and was gone.

As I skated away, I looked back on the day so far; Ma had booted my butt
out at around ten, I'd met up with Scott around 1030, it was now almost
six, and I'd been fucked three times and had gotten and given a blow job!
And I had at least another fifteen hours with Scott before my mom or anyone
else would think about where I was at all! I reflected that my butt and
jaws would probably be sore (I'd learned that already with Danny) but it
would be worth it for all the fun. I arrived at Scott's house and glancing
around the immediate vicinity to make sure no nosy neighbors were watching,
rolled up to the back gate on the street side of the yard (corner lot) and
quickly let myself through. Once in the side yard, I let myself through
another gate next to the cabana and into the backyard proper; despite the
hour, it was still hot, so the swimming pool looked inviting; I
unceremoniously stripped butt-naked and jumped in. I didn't think about it
then, but that backyard was spy proof; only one two story house nearby, and
it had no windows looking directly over; an eight foot high cinder block
wall all the way round that was topped with two foot high, 2x4 framed
opaque fiber glass panels. I swam to the bottom and did two laps around
before surfacing. I never skinny dipped before, so the silky cold of the
water rushing over my genitals and down my butt crack felt exhilarating--I
cataloged this as another game to play with Todd or Chris (or both at the
same time) when they each got back--I repeated my maneuvers until I was
breathlessly panting, clinging to the side of the pool. It wasn't until I
got out that I realized I was without a towel. I grabbed up my t-shirt and
used it to squeegee the water off most of my body and sat down to wait for
Scott.

I almost dozed off before I heard the unmistakable sound of skateboard
wheels on sidewalk rush past the fence; I wasn't sure whether I heard
another or not so I swiftly gathered up my clothes and ducked into the
cabana. Seconds later I heard Scott come through the patio door; I quickly
realized he was talking to someone else. I suddenly became very aware of
being totally bare-assed; my clothes were a hopeless jumble of wet and dry,
and, as it was very dark inside the cabana in contrast to the brilliance
outside, I doubted I could dress without fumbling and making noise. So,
with the wad of my clothes with me I dove into the open cabinet just under
the bar. As I did this I instantly saw bright sunlight pouring through a
hole in the front wall at the other end of the cabinet; intrigued I scooted
down to the hole--it was purposely cut for something like pipe or wiring to
pass through--it was about 1-1 1/2 inches in diameter, and gave me a
perfect view of Scott and . . . Kevin (yuck). However, I was soon to revise
my opinion of the situation, they were both stripping down to their skins
and rinsing off under the shower--Kevin's ass looked even better bare--he
turned around and stepped toward the pool, his package looked nice too and,
he had no bush at all! At that age I didn't realize men shaved their pubes,
so I was shocked when I saw an almost adult boy with no hair! I was also,
very, very hard from looking at him. Scott was also naked and, another
surprise, semi-hard as he dove into the pool.

They swam and splashed and played around in the pool for around twenty
minutes when Kevin hauled himself out to sit, splay legged on the edge of
the pool; he was almost directly across from me and bathed in afternoon
sunlight--he looked hot! As I watched, Scott sidled over in front of Kevin
and, although I couldn't see directly, started bobbing on his rod--there's
no mistaking those head movements--Kevin threw back his head and heaved a
great sigh. I couldn't really believe what I was seeing! (Odd considering
all the sex I'd been party too over the past few weeks.) I had popped an
extreme hard-on, and almost of its own volition, my hand began stroking. As
I watched, Scott pulled off Kevin's wood--a very nice looking 6-7 inch
piece--and pushed himself up onto the edge of the pool. He was very hard;
eight and a quarter inches of wood stood proudly from his dark pubic patch;
he leaned back as Kevin leaned over and took him to the base of his dick (I
was so amazed AND jealous). Scott moaned loudly; Kevin bobbed up and down
for another few minutes, at which point Scott stood up and pulled Kevin
from his knees and directed him to the patio table; there he bent Kevin
over, split those luscious cheeks and dove in; Kevin yowled like a cat in
heat,

"Oh fuck!" he exclaimed, "oh fuck, where'd you learn this!"

Scott didn't answer, and he must have hit the spot, because Kevin reached
back and pulled at Scott's head, as if he were trying to shove his face all
the way up his ass. Scott stopped and stood up--he spit in his hand and
slimed up his dick--and rubbed his meat up and down Kevin's crack. Once
Kevin figured out what was going to happen, he balked; he swarmed out of
Scott's embrace, turning to him he said,

"No way man you're too big--I couldn't take it--`n' that's like totally
gay. I'll suck your dick, but I can't let you fuck me man--no way . . . no
way."

Kevin dropped to his knees in front of his cousin to fulfill his word, and
went at it with some gusto too, to judge from the slurping sounds and
Scott's coos and ahs.

All this while I had been edging myself like Danny had showed me--I also
discovered that with all the butt sex I'd been having lately, I needed to
play with my hole as I stroked--I was stroking and holding back and
stopping briefly, when I saw Kevin slip his middle finger up Scott's
ass. Scott didn't flinch (every time I sucked him I fingered his hole,
which seemed to make him come faster and harder) he seemed to thrust deeper
into Kevin's throat. Then Kevin pulled his finger almost out, and adding
another, pushed back in; he then started to finger fuck Scott as he sucked
him. Much to my surprise, Kevin then spit Scott's cock out and slid around
behind him, and, without hesitation, started eating Scott's ass--like a
pro, I'm forced to concede--pausing every so often to continue his finger
fuck. Now it was Scott's turn to yowl like a cat in heat; he moaned and
babbled and cooed incoherently. Now, with three fingers fully up Scott's
love chute, Kevin stood up and spit into his hand and slicked his dick up;
swiftly he replaced his fingers with his dick--for several seconds Scott
didn't notice the difference--when Kevin bottomed out and held still deep
in his innards, understanding dawned on Scott;

"Oh shit," he murmured, just loudly enough for me to hear. "Damn . . . fuck
. . ."

"Are you okay?" Kevin asked in a throaty whisper.

"Fuck," Scott responded in an uncertain tone, "fuck . . . it's okay
. . . I'm okay . . ."

At this point Kevin pumped his hips: Scott hissed and ahh'd and murmured
again. Kevin began pumping again very tentatively at first and then
gradually faster and harder; Scott grunted and moaned and stroked himself
in a similar rhythm to Kevin's thrusts. I stroked myself in time to Kevin's
pumping. All at once, Kevin lost all sense of rhythm, and slammed
repeatedly into Scott's butt--he groaned almost like he was in pain--then
jammed himself in as deeply as he could, and pumped his life's juice into
his cousin's ass; I pumped mine out on the plywood I knelt on. As soon as
his orgasm had subsided he pulled his dick out and stepped away from Scott,
who was furiously beating his meat; Kevin turned away and found his short's
and shirt and quickly put them on; Scott realizing what was happening,
dropped his wilting stalk and stepped toward Kevin--I thought he was going
to hit him--turned him to himself and glared at him,

"You fuckin' Dick!" he growled, "You could at least get me off!"

"Sorry cousin, I gotta go," Kevin said in a rapid fire voice, "I was
supposed to be home an hour ago." (They'd been here for not quite half an
hour).

As Kevin turned to go, Scott grabbed his shirt by the shoulder and spun him
back around. He glared even harder at him and snarled as he grabbed Kevin's
lovely ass none too gently,

"Next time I see you, this," he squeezed Kevin's ass for emphasis, "your
ass is mine!"

He held his cousin for another beat, and then pushed him away like an empty
plate. Kevin lost no time in scrambling away. I heard his skateboard on the
sidewalk almost before the resonance of the front door slamming had died
away.

Scott stood there motionless; I crawled out of my hiding place and, still
butt naked and hard padded over to where Scott stood. He heard my approach
and turned,

"You saw?" he asked flatly.

I nodded. He started to tense up, like he was going to go off on me; I
dropped to my knees and took his magic wand into my mouth and started
sucking for all I was worth. Without a thought I slipped a finger into
Scott's chute--it was loose and cummy--I don't know why, but I withdrew my
finger and stuck into my mouth alongside Scott's now very hard dick. The
taste was pretty cool, cum and ass--two great tastes that taste great
together!--I swiped another finger full and quickly abandoned Scott's rock
hard meat for the new taste treat in his ass.

Scott didn't know what to think or how to react; thankfully, he gave up
trying to be mad and gave himself over to the pleasure I was trying
desperately heap on him. I cleaned his ass as thoroughly as I could and was
really getting into it when Scott stood up and turned around; I briefly
took his cock back in my mouth until he pulled me to my feet; he kissed me
and pulled me close, then he kissed me again, licking the lingering traces
of the ass smorgasbord I'd just completed.

"I'm so horny n' hot for you right now," Scott intoned, "I wanna fuck you
so bad."

He started to play around with my hole, I was as excited as he was, but two
caution flags flew up almost simultaneously; first, the neighbors directly
behind turned on all their outside lights and music started softly from
there, and second, the next-door neighbors were also going to party
alfresco in their backyard (and third, it was getting fully dark now and
cooling off rapidly, so mosquitoes, midges to our UK friends, made their
presence known and felt). We suspended operations, and, after swiftly
gathering our clothes, repaired to the house.

"Where were we?" Scott asked as he enveloped me in his arms.

"As I recall," I said seriously, "you said something about fucking
someone. I'm not sure who it was though . . ." I was fondling his meat
stick as I spoke. "This," I continued, stroking the handful, "would be most
useful and pleasant to use for that."

"You really think so?" Scott responded with equal mock seriousness. He sat
down on a dining room chair and pulled me onto his lap; we began to make
out, I continued to play with his endowment, and his hands manipulated both
my butt and my steel hard joystick.

"Will you fuck me Scott?" I asked breathlessly.

"You know I will." He rasped back.

He began to spit lube his dick; after an initial attempt, I needed proper
lube--we vacated the chair and dining room--Scott ducked into the bathroom
and grabbed the petroleum jelly as I waited at the foot of the stairs; I
stood up one stair tread so I could look him in the face and pounced on
him; I devoured his mouth and we each started necking; Scott slid down to
my chest and attacked my nipples; I gasped and cooed like a dove. Then
Scott stood up and laid me back on the steps as he stepped up them, when I
was eye level with his mighty manhood, he stopped, and, grabbing my head
started to skull fuck me. I was a little surprised by this turn of events,
but was amenable to the change. He got a bit rough, gagging me
repeatedly--nothing to make me puke--he then pulled away from me.

"Stay put," he said as he hopped around the newel post onto the next flight
of steps.

There he poked his rampant manhood between the banister spindles and said,
"Come get it."

I stood and resumed sucking, my head bobbing like a woodpecker. After a few
minutes he withdrew his dick and directed me up the stairs; as he stood on
the landing, he stood me two steps above him facing upstairs and hooked my
right leg on top of the banister; to keep my balance I had to lean forward,
which spread my cheeks farther and forced me to stick my ass further out,
which, provided Scott with an all to willing target of opportunity. Scott
stepped up and slid his meat all the way into my exposed entrance. He
started pounding away at my ass--taking his earlier frustration with Kevin
out on me--rough enough to make me take to all fours on the stairs. At the
rate he was going, Scott wouldn't last much longer; in short order, he lost
it.

As soon as his dick stopped spasming, he pulled out, stepped past me and
pulled me up the stairs with him into his bathroom. Once inside, he started
to swarm my body with his mouth; my ears my mouth my face my nipples my
armpits my neck, everywhere, he kissed and nipped and licked and sucked; my
body tingled everywhere, I quivered and moaned and hissed. Then Scott
paused long enough to lift me up onto the vanity top, with my face to the
mirror; then he grabbed my hips and pulled my ass to his face and started
eating my fuck hole, lapping his love juice from my insides as if it were
the nectar of the gods. I was in heaven. Finally, after what seemed like
entirely too short a time, Scott pulled back with a satisfied sigh,

"That was intense," he said. "Let's rest a while, but man, I wanna fuck you
in the shower; how's that sound to you?"

"I'd love it," I cooed in response.

"Then let's go lay down in my room," and we did.

We both actually fell into a deep exhausted sleep. I awoke spooned up to
Scott's back, and very aware that I had to piss, and that my breath would
knock a buzzard off carcass. I slipped out of bed and into Scott's
bathroom; once there I relieved my bladder and then looked at my self in
the mirror--I was a mess! –I had dried cum and spit stuck to my face and
in my hair and I saw scratches and bite marks on my hips and chest and
shoulders. I looked in Scott's medicine cabinet and found a brand new
toothbrush and toothpaste; I instantly put both to use. As soon as I finish
I became aware that my throat was parched--they had softened water which
has a salty odd aftertaste--so, I headed downstairs stark naked, to get a
drink. Once I got down there, after I'd gulped down three glasses of water,
I came to a realization: that while cum is a wonderful thing, it is not
substantial enough to keep an active and growing boy of 12 from hunger.

Just as I started to poke around for something to snack on, I heard Scott
thud across the floor upstairs and then heard the toilet flush.

"Where you at?" he called.

"Just getting a drink," I replied.

"Bring me a cup of OJ please."

"Here it comes," I said as I carried two glasses and a carafe of orange
juice up the stairs.

I entered the room and wordlessly poured two glasses full, handed one to
Scott and gulped half of my glass down. Scott drained his and quickly
refilled it and drained it again, as I sipped the rest of mine.

"That was good," Scott stated, then, "I believe that a shower fuck is now
in order."

"Sounds great," I said.

"Then get down here and suck my dick."

I hopped down and took his already hard cock as far down as I could--I
wanted so badly to take him all the way--I managed about 5" before I
gagged. With me remaining on my knees and attached to his man meat like a
leech, Scott got the shower going and us situated under it, the wonderfully
warm spray ran off my head and down my back,

"You really like my dick, don't you?" he queried.

"I like it," I responded, "and I like you, and I like what you do to me
with it."

"You wanna keep sucking me or are you ready to give me your ass?"

"I'm always ready to give you my ass; anytime, or I guess, any place."

"That was really wild at the skate park, huh? I still can't believe we did
that!"

"I can't either," I enthused, "but now that we have, I want to do it again
and in different places too! Like at the mall, or in a dressing room at a
clothing store. I want to suck your dick while you're driving your car
. . . and I want you to fuck me in your car . . . and I want you to fuck me
in the pool."

"I want to do all those things too," he went along, "but, I also wanna fuck
you right here, right now."

He turned me around as he pulled me to my feet and leaned me forward under
the spray; I heard the squelch of the soap as he used it to lube his
wiener, and then . . . ah. He slid into my well fucked hole and started
long dicking me with a gentle easy rhythm.

"I want you in me all the time," I said, as he banged away.

"That sounds like it would be fun to try . . . Here, lean back," he said,
as he reached forward and pulled out. He turned me around rinsed my ass
carefully, then soaped me up all over and rinsed me off again.

"What's going on?" I asked, thoroughly confused.

"You'll see," was all he said in response.

He swiftly washed himself and rinsed off. He shut the shower off and lifted
me out onto the bath mat; he stepped out after me and quickly commenced to
buff us both dry. Then he squirted some lotion into his hand, and handed me
the bottle saying,

"Here, hang on to that . . ." as he stepped behind me.

"Spread your legs as wide as you can and bend over and grab your ankles."

I complied, and, as soon as I was in position, I felt Scott's fingers swirl
around my well worked pucker and begin to lube it inside and out. I watched
between my knees, as, when he finished lubing me, he took what lotion was
left on his hand and smoothed it on his fuck stick. He aimed it at my
freshly soothed receptacle,

"All right, stand up and back yourself on."

I did, as Scott lightly guided me with a hand on my hip. As I bottomed out,
Scott said,

"Hang on," as he stood up, lifting my feet clear of the floor, pressing me
down on his impaling rod.

"We're going to my bed," he informed me as he started to carefully walk us
out of the bathroom. Once we were in his bedroom proper, I could feel
myself start to slide off; Scott let me slide to the floor.

"Here, get down on all fours," he instructed, he slip right back into me as
I complied. He hugged my back to his chest as he rolled us so he was on his
back and I was astride him.

"Okay, now spin around so you're facing me."

I moaned as I complied. He reached up and pulled me to him, and using his
other arm, brought us to sitting position; my legs instinctively wrapped
around Scott's hips. From this position, Scott worked his legs under him
and worked us to his knees; with every move he made, his dick seemed to rub
or bump or bang into every pleasure center my ass possessed. As he stood
up, I saw stars, and with every step he took, fireworks burst behind my
eyes, pre-cum ran down my dick and I moaned like a whore. He lay me down on
the edge of the bed, and in the classic position with my ankles on his
shoulders, proceeded to pound my guts and my prostate to a fine
pudding. After an eternal few minutes of being fucked in this position,
Scott pulled back and guided me over onto my knees, then plunged back in;
my head and shoulders flopped to the mattress: I felt Scott reach around
and begin to stroke my meat sickle in time with his assault to my ass. I
wasn't going to last but a few strokes, and my nuts pumped their nectar to
my chin and left a rope across the bedspread. Scott took a few more pumps
and he went off deep in my ass. He collapsed across my back, and still
plugged into my butt pulled us onto our sides.

After a few minutes gasping like fish in the bottom of a boat, Scott gently
withdrew from my ass, and slithering his tongue down my back, lapped
happily at his own spooge as it trickled from my freshly fucked ass.

"That was fun," I said, "but let's eat something besides cum."

"Food would be good," Scott agreed. "Let's get cleaned up go get
something."

"I'll wash your butt if you wash mine."

"Deal," he said and picked me up and carried me to the shower.

We managed to clean up with only a little sex play. The hardest part was
for me to assemble a full complement of clothing--we finally gave up on my
underwear and headed off into the night in search of victuals.

In the next chapter we both discover we're addicted to danger fucking and
public sex. And we nurture and aid dear cousin Kevin into accepting his
sexuality--with great gentleness and care--and I top for the fist time in
my life.

I'll be posting the next segment in about a month (give or take) and I'll
try to post every couple months `til I complete the three story arcs I have
running (A Very Good Day, in beginnings and interracial, and The Little
Ghost, in Military, Encounters and Interracial at this time posted Sep 1)
Thanks for reading.

As always, questions, comments and criticism are welcome send them to John
at thelilghost06_nthesarge@yahoo.com Hope I hear from you soon. John