Date: Wed, 18 Jan 2006 14:53:57 -0500
From: Captain Swing <CaptSwing@webtv.net>
Subject: Last Minute

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My mom was always on my case about leaving things until the last minute,
and that day I had to admit to myself that she might have a point.  I
knew when I drove home from college in June that my car needed new
brakes, but I'd managed to put off doing anything about it all summer.
Now it was Friday afternoon, I was scheduled to leave the next day to
return to school for my senior year, and the car was still in the shop.
In my own defense, I had taken it in on Monday, but off course some
vital part was out of stock and had to be special-ordered.  The manager
had promised me yesterday that the car would absolutely be ready this
afternoon, but they closed at six and my mom wouldn't be home until 5:15
to give me a ride to go pick it up.  This should work out fine, but
midafternoon another problem had cropped up.  I was all packed, killing
time watching TV, when I suddenly felt the urgent need of a big stiff
cock up my ass.

I'm not strictly a bottom.  In fact I'm one of the most truly versatile
guys I know.  I fuck and get fucked, suck and get sucked, as the mood
strikes me and the situation arises.  Hell, I've even fucked a pussy or
two. But when a particular urge strikes me, it's my firm policy to
satisfy it .  No substitutes will do.  Once the idea enters my head, or
in this case my asshole, I become obsessed, totally single-minded in
finding what I want.  Usually that's not a problem.  Not to boast (well,
maybe a little) I never lack for willing sex partners.  I'm no male
model, but I'm 21, passably good looking, reasonably well-built.  I run
and I swim and I watch what I eat so my 5'10" frame doesn't carry any
extra pounds.  My good honest seven inches haven't ever drawn any
complaints, except once or twice the kind of complaint every guy likes
to hear ("Take it out! Its too big!")  I never have to look too hard to
find someone willing to scratch whatever particular itch I might have.

But here it was, 2:00 on a Friday afternoon, me with an asshole crying
out for attention, and no idea what to do about it.  My old friends from
high school days had already gone back to college.  A couple of older
guys I knew were at work.  The bars weren't open yet and anyway I had no
way to get to them, or to most of the cruising areas I knew.  That left
only the Dell.  The Dell was the cruising section of the local county
park.  I was pretty sure there would be somebody there more than happy
to fuck me, but the park was more than 2 miles away, and the Dell a
half-mile or so into it.  My car was in the shop, my mom and dad had
theirs at work, and I'd even left my bike at school.  Ordinarily, I
wouldn't hesitate to walk five miles for a good fuck, or even a mediocre
fuck (I've never had a bad fuck), but there just wasn't time to get to
the Dell, get fucked, and get home on foot.

Happily, I suddenly remembered my parents' bikes.  They'd gone through a
fitness phase a couple of years earlier and had bought matching
bicycles.  They'd ridden them faithfully that first summer, until cold
weather.  By the next spring they'd lost interest and the bikes stayed
in the garage for the next few years until they'd finally made their way
to the shed out back.  I hoped they were still there.  Sure enough,
there they were, under a tarp.  My dad's bike seemed to be in ridable
shape.  One tire was almost flat, but miraculously the tire pump was
still clamped to the frame and I soon was good to go.  I changed my
clothes and five minutes later was on my way.

The park wasn't crowded.  Even though it was still summer, Friday
afternoon wasn't prime time.  And the park was so big that even when it
was busy it didn't seem full.  Halfway to the Dell from the park
entrance I saw a car I recognized driving slowly toward me.  It was a
big white whale of a Chrysler Imperial from the sixties; I knew it
belonged to an older, heavyset guy I'd seen many times in the Dell, one
of the best cocksuckers I'd ever had.  I knew him only as Chrysler; he
called me Nike after the shirt I'd been wearing the first time he sucked
my cock.  We both stopped as we drew even with each other.

"Well hello, handsome, haven't seen you around lately .  Where have you
been keeping yourself?"  Chrysler gave me a friendly smile.  He wasn't
my type at all--I doubt he was anybody's type-- but he was a nice guy.

I was vague in my answer.  "Well, you know, I haven't been to the Dell
much lately.  I've been working and stuff"

He smiled again.  "We've missed you."  His smile became more in the
nature of a leer.  "Looking for a little entertainment this fine
afternoon?"

If I just wanted a quick blowjob I would have probably accepted his
offer, but I was after something else.  "Uh, no thanks."

"You're not headed to the Dell now, are you?"

"Yeah. Why?"

Chrysler shook his head.  "Not today, I'm afraid, my friend.  The boys
in blue must be up for a new pay raise.  They've chosen this fine
afternoon to protect society by incarcerating some of the more flagrant
patrons of the park. There are at least fifteen of the beasts at the
Dell at this very minute, rounding up members of the Brothers of the
Flesh.  I fear your journey was in vain.  And on a bicycle yet!"

"Shit!"  Chrysler could drive me crazy with the fruity way he talked but
I knew he wouldn't lie to me about something like this.

"Shit indeed.  But it's happened before and it will happen again.
However, considering the circumstances, may I repeat my offer of a brief
pleasant interlude?"

I thought about it.  "You just suck cock though, right."

He gave me a comical exaggerated pout.  "You make that sound like a bad
thing."

I laughed. "No.  But that's not what I'm looking for today."

One of Chrysler's best attributes was that, unlike many of the older
guys in the Dell, he was always willing to take no for an answer.  It
was a smart idea too:  he didn't piss guys off by being too pushy, so
next time they just might say yes.  He smiled at me again. "Too bad.
Next time perhaps.  Have a pleasant day."  He started to drive away then
stopped again and called after me.  "Nike!  Be careful, OK?  I wasn't
kidding about the cops."  He had dropped his arch way of talking.

"I know.  I will. Thanks."  Chrysler waved and drove off and I continued
on toward the Dell.  I believed him but I wanted to see for myself.  The
parking area nearest the Dell was full of activity, with half a dozen
police cars, red lights flashing, other cars that were probably unmarked
police vehicles, and the usual assortment of  cruisers' cars.  Cops
milled about and I could see several guys with their hands cuffed behind
their backs.  Most of them I didn't recognize, but one I think was a guy
I'd fucked a few months earlier.  He looked scared to death.  One of the
cops standing nearest to me looked up and saw me.  He took a few steps
toward me and sneered "Looking for something, sweetheart?"

I was shocked at his tone of voice.  How did he know I wasn't just an
innocent bicyclist passing by?  I kept my cool though.  "No, I just
wondered what was going on."

"Well move along, twinkletoes, or you'll find out what's going on down
at the station."  I stared at him, stunned.  He continued in the same
tone. "Move, I said.  And don't act all innocent-bystander.  I've seen
you here before."

This really floored me, and I quickly pedalled on.  It had to be true,
but I didn't recognize the cop.  Had he been there gathering evidence
before, or had he been cruising?  Had I come that close to being
arrested?  Thank God I'd come when I did and not an hour earlier today.
That would have been a perfect end to summer vacation, having to call my
parents to come bail me out of jail after being arrested for lewd
behavior or whatever bogus charge the cops could think of. Cunts.

I realized I was near the east gate of the park, the opposite side from
where I entered.  I didn't dare ride back past the Dell, so I'd have to
exit here and ride home the long way around.  I looked at my watch.  I
had enough time, but I realized I'd pretty much lost my chance of
finding the hard cock my asshole still itched for.  I stopped at the
gate, trying to  figure which direction to turn for the shortest route.

"Hey, Brian."  I looked over, startled.  A kid was sitting on a bench
next to the entrance, in such deep shadow from the trees overhead that I
hadn't noticed him. He stood up and walked toward me.  He was maybe
thirteen or fourteen, medium height, slim build, dark hair, wearing
white shorts and a navy blue tee shirt, and I had no idea who he was. I
had to answer him, though; he obviously knew me.  "Hey.  How ya doin'?"

He smiled slightly.  "You probably don't remember me."  I was at a loss.
I didn't know many kids that age.  He didn't live in my neighborhood,
wasn't the brother of one of my friends.  He could obviously tell I was
clueless so he went on. "I was a friend of Peter White's"  I recognized
the name, but it didn't help.  Peter White was a little kid who had
lived on my street for a few years; he'd moved away a while back and I'd
never thought of him again.  I'd known him, but I'd never had much to do
with him.  He was seven or eight years younger than me and we'd never
hung out or done anything together.  I certainly didn't know any of his
friends.  Then it hit me.

It had been almost exactly three years earlier, a late summer afternoon
like this one.  I had been hanging around the house, my summer job
finished, due to leave for college in a day or two.  I'd been outside in
the driveway, idly throwing a basketball through the hoop when Peter and
a friend of his had ridden by on their bikes.  Out of boredom and an
uncommon bout of generosity I'd let them join me.  We were just goofing
off, not playing basketball for real.  They were terrible at the game,
much too short to be any good, but we were all having harmless fun.  I
started to insult them, trashtalking really, not with any malice
involved.  They'd gotten into the spirit of it and started giving back
as good as they got, so I upped the ante and started using dirty words.
They loved it and tried to copy me.  The personal insults somehow got
to the subject of dick size and, to make a long story short (too late!),
we'd ended up in Peter's garage, showing our dicks to each other.  They
were only 10 or 11 and were suitably impressed with my big-boy cock.  In
fact, they were such a good audience that I'd showed them the trick that
big-boy cocks can do and had jerked off for them, shooting a big load
onto the garage floor.  That was all that happened, and I'd very nearly
forgotten all about the incident.  The boy in front of me now must have
been the second boy involved, Peter's friend, and I had the feeling he
hadn't forgotten it at all.

He looked at me expectantly so I smiled.  "Oh sure. I forget your name
though."  I don't know if I'd ever known it.

"It's Glenn."

"Oh yeah.  Glenn."  There was an awkward pause.  "So.  How's Peter
doing?"

Glenn shrugged.  "I don't know.  He moved away."  He looked
disappointed.  "You don't really remenmber me."

I smiled slyly.  "Oh I wouldn't say that.  I seem to recall something
about us playing basketball."  Glenn's face broke out in a grin so I
went on. "And wasn't there something about Peter's garage?"

Glenn laughed.  It struck me that he was really a cute kid and laughing
he was even cuter.  He had dark hair, cut short, dark eyes, and a clear
complexion.  His features were somhow manly, appropriate for his age,
but not little-boyish.  It was probably more apt to call him handsome
than cute.  Something else struck me.  I'd never fooled around with a
kid before, not from any philosophical objection but because there had
never been any need to and the situation had never presented itself. But
this kid indisputably had a cock, and it was no doubt bigger than than
the little-boy dinky I'd seen in the garage, and he just might be
willing to share it with me.  It was clear that our encounter three
years earlier had made a big impression on him and he might be
interested in an encore.  How to be sure though?  I didn't have time for
an elaborate seduction. I started out with a lame comment.

"So.  You've gotten a lot bigger."

Glenn shrugged, giving my comment the reaction it deserved.  "I guess."

I pointedly looked downward to his crotch.  "You've probably gotten
bigger all over."

He saw where I was looking and his eyes widened as he realized what I
meant. He hesitated and then looked at me boldly and smirked.  "Not as
big as you."

Bingo!  I pressed on. "Aw, come on.  You're probably packing a big
eight-incher in those shorts.  Admit it."

He laughed.  "I wish"

Me too, I thought, but I didn't dare say it.  I did take a chance
though.  " Too bad we're not in Peter's garage.  You could prove it."
It didn't make any sense but it served the purpose.  Glenn hesitated
then looked at me shyly.

"I've got a garage.  We could go there"

Double Bingo!  Then I looked at my watch.  "Jeeze, Glenn, I really don't
think I have time."  He looked hurt and I knew he thought I was just
brushing him off so I explained about my car.  He pointed out the park
gate.

"I just live right over there .  It wouldn't take long to get there."

Well shit.  There might be enough time, just barely.  There had to be.
My cock swelled in my shorts.  This kid was obviously as hot for it as I
was, whatever "it" turned out to be.  "Let's go."

As we started across the road a sudden jolt hit me, as sudden as my urge
earlier telling me I need to get fucked.  I suddenly wanted this kid,
needed him, had to have him.  He wasn't just a conveniently handy cock.
I wanted that cock still, but I wanted the boy it was connected to also.
I wanted Glenn.  I looked at him, walking beside me as I pedalled
slowly.  He looked back at me, smiled, and then blushed.  I knew he
wanted me too, though he probably had no idea what he wanted to do with
me.  Ain't love grand?

We were at his house in two or three minutes.  As we went up the
driveway he said "We don't have to go in the garage.  Nobody's home.  We
can go up to my room if you want."

"Sure.  Great"

His house was maybe a little smaller than those in my neighborhood, but
similar.  His room was a typical boy's room, I guess.  I was pretty much
only looking at him. He stood shyly once we got into his room, unsure
what to do, but I knew I had to move fast, so I hustled him along.

"So let's see it, Glenn.  Whip that monster out."  I grinned at him, but
he loked uneasy.

"You're gonna do it too, right?"

"Sure."  In one quick motion I pushed my shorts and jockstrap to the
floor.  My hard cock stood straight out, pointing at Glenn.  He stared
at it, his eyes gleaming.  "Is it as big as you remembered?"

He gave a short laugh.  "Actually, no."  Then he looked stricken as he
realized how that sounded.  "I mean, it's still big."  I wasn't
insulted; I knew what he meant.  Cocks are always bigger in our
memories..  He went on.  "I just couldn't believe it when you showed us
your dick at Peter's.  I had no idea they got that big.  I'd never seen
a grown-up"s dick.  And I'd never seen anybody else with a hard-on.  And
then when you jerked off and shot your stuff all over the floor!  That
was the coolest thing I'd ever seen in my life."  Much as i liked
hearing this I had to get the party moving.

"Uh, Glenn, you still haven't showed me yours."

He looked embarassed but he slowly unbuttoned his shorts and let them
fall, then pushed his briefs down and kicked them and the shorts off.
The hem of his teeshirt still covered him, but his hard dick pushed it
way out in front.  He looked down, and without me having to say anything
he pulled the shirt up so I could see.

"Wow, Glenn.  That's a nice one!"  I would have said that no matter what
his dick looked like, but it really was nice.  Not a world-record-holder,
size-wise, but probably above-average for his age, it must have been
between five and six inches, maybe an inch and a half in diameter.  But
more striking than the size was the shape:  it was perfectly
proportioned, with an absolutely smooth and straight shaft, ending in a
beautiful pink helmet-shaped head with a pronounced rim setting it off.
He had been circumcised by an expert, neatly with no obvious scar. A
small crisp patch of shiny dark curls lay above it and medium-sized
balls hung loosely in a hairless sac below.  It was the perfect thirteen
year old dick, and even if it never grew another centimeter it would be
serving satisfied customers without complaint for the rest of Glenn's
life. Even if I couldn't talk Glenn into fucking me, he wouldn't be able
to stop me from blowing him.  His cock was too beautiful to waste on a
mere handjob.  And the minutes were flying by.

"So Glenn, are we going to just look at them or do you want to have a
little fun?"

He gave me his shy smile again.  "Like what?"

"Oh I don't know.  What did you have in mind?"

He thought he was being real daring:  "You wanna jerk off?"

I acted like I was weighing the suggestion.  "Yeah, we could do that if
you want, but wouldn't you like to try something a little...better?"

He was genuinely confused.  "What do you mean?  Like what?"

It was now or never.  "How would you like to fuck me?"

His eyes widened. "Fuck you?  What do you mean?  Like... actually fuck
you?  In the...in the ...butt?"

"Yup.  Right up the old ass."

He was trying to get his mind around the idea.  "You really let guys do
that?"

I shrugged.  "Sometimes.  Some guys."

"Doesn't it hurt?"

"Not much.  Sometimes a little at first.  Then it just feels good.  And
for the guy doing it it feels great."

He wasn't yet convinced.  "Isn't it...you know...yucky?"

I laughed.  "I'm clean.  I cleaned off before I went to the park.  And
anyway, it wouldn't be anything that won't wash off.  Come on.  Trust
me--you'll love it."  I moved toward his bed, pulled back the covers,
and knelt in the middle.  I was relieved to see him come closer.

"I don't know what I'm supposed to do."  His objections were weakening.

"That's OK.  I'll tell you."

He got on the bed behind me and I leaned forward, sticking my ass up and
spreading my knees apart.  I figured doggie-style was best for his first
time.  "Just get up close behind me, put your dick up to my asshole and
push it in.  It's very simple."  I laughed.  "A child could do it ."

He followed directions and I felt the tip of his dick touch me, then
pull back.  "Eww.  I've never seen an asshole before."

"Everybody's got one."  Suddenly I remembered lube.  I'd lubed up before
I left home but that had been a while ago.  I figured spit would do.  I
turned around and took Glenn's cock in my mouth.  I didn't reall suck
him, just coated him with as much saliva as I could muster.  Much as I'd
like to have a mouthful of his cream, that would have to wait for
another occasion.

I got back into position and told him to go ahead.  I felt the pressure
of his dick on my hole.  "Go ahead.  Just push it in.."  Amazingly, he
did, and with no trouble at all his dickhead was inside me.  My dick
twitched.  It wasn't just the satisfaction of finally having the cock
I'd been craving, it was the fact that it was Glenn's cock, part of the
terrific kid I'd just fallen for.  Glenn was inside me.  I was all set
to give him his next instructions when with one steady thrust he entered
me completely.  He didn't need instruction.  He was a natural.  He
pulled back and thrust in again.  I groaned and of course he was
instantly afraid he'd hurt me.  "No, Glenn, I'm fine.  Go on.  You're
doing great."  He really was doing great.  He fucked like a pro.  He
shifted position slightly for a better angle and suddenly he was hitting
my prostate with almost every plunge, sending jolts of pure pleasure all
through me.  For some reason I thought of the Dell, and said a silent
prayer of thanks to the cops.  If they hadn't picked today for their
bust I'd be bent over a fallen tree, getting plugged by some middle-aged
creep, probably, instead of being pleasured by an adorable thirteen year
old virgin boy in his own bed.

I knew Glenn wouldn't last long, and neither would I.  His breathing was
growing ragged when I said "Glenn, if you don't mind, could you maybe
jerk me off a little while you're fucking me."  He instantly grabbed
hold of my dick and gave a few awkward strokes and that was all it took.
I flooded his bed with five or six thick streams and the same moment I
heard him whimper and felt him unload inside me, filling me with his
first ever non hand-induced ejaculation.  He collapsed on top of me for
all too short a moment before I jerked up.   "Jesus Christ!  The time!"

I looked at my watch. It was about two minutes before five.  "Glenn,
I've got to go!  Now!"  He slowly stood up, then saw the mess I'd made
on his bed.  "Shit!  My Mother's going to kill me"  He ran for his
bathroom as I grabbed a handful of Kleenex from the nightstand and
scrambled into my clothes.  I had to chuckle as he frantically tried to
mop up my cum. "Glenn, no mother of a thirteen year old boy is going to
be too shocked to find cum stains on her son's sheets."  He smiled a
little but kept wiping..  I pulled him up to face me and put my hands on
his shoulders.  He was still wearing his blue teeshirt and I could just
see his little pink dickhead peeking out below..  "Glenn, I hate to fuck
and run but I've got to go.  You're a terrific kid and I'm very glad I
ran into you today."  I pulled him toward me and gave him a brief kiss
on the lips.  He looked surprised but not displeased.

"Me too.  I've always dreamed I'd see you again, after that time at
Peter's.  This was absolutely the best day of my life.  I can't believe
I... did that.."  He looked into my eyes and I kissed him again, this
time our tongues searching ot the depths of each other's mouth.
"Thanks, Brian.  For everything."  I turned toi go, but he stopped me.
"Brian, please.  Tell me really.  Did I do it good?  Tell me the truth."
I smiled at him.  "Glenn, I swear to God.  You were terrific..
Absolutely terrific.  Goodbye."

My mom's car was in the driveway when I got home.  She was in the hall
looking through the mail as I went in.; she hadn't been home more than a
minute or two.  "There you are, Brian.  We've got to go if you're going
to pick up your car."  She saw the bike as we went outside.  "Is that
your father's bike?  You must have been desperate.  Where'd you go?"

I shrugged.  "The park"  I didn't add "You have no idea how desperate"

She glanced at me.  "Whatever. I'm glad somebody's getting some good out
of those bikes.  I'd almost forgotten all about them."

My car was parked outside the garage when we got there and the office
was stlll open, but barely.  As I got out of the car Mom said, not
unkindly, more with resignation, "You know, Brian, I really hope someday
you'll learn not to leave things till the last minute."

My asshole was still tingling and I was relieved to see that the wad of
Kleenex had kept Glenn's cum from leaking onto Mom's seatcover.  "I
don't know, Mom.  It seems to me that a lot of times when I leave things
until the last minute they have a way of working out just fine."


                           The End

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