Date: Tue, 20 Apr 2004 16:00:08 -0400
From: rondoray@webtv.net
Subject: THE OTHER ONES 2

The Little Man
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     Now Martin had both of his
arms tightly wrapped around my
butt, shoot, he didn't have to do
that rimming stuff with me, we
both had an easy mouthfull or an
easy buttfull, all you have to do
is stick it right in if you and your
partner are the same age and
size, if you're a little kid who is
eleven at least.

     That's the nice part about
being young and small and even
though you're very young you're
just as sexy as a hairy, horny
man once you're past puberty.

     He buried his face in between
my ample buttcheeks and I felt
just his nose in between there
as he put his tongue in my
butt, then he held it still as I held
my breath tensely.

     Then he moved it around in
all kinds of directions and I
moaned with pleasure, "Oooo".

     "Oh Marty, that feels so ever
lovin' good"

     "It's supposed  to, I'm glad it
thrills you Chris" he responded,
then he leaned back and moved
his heavily greased finger around
in there, "Lots more thrills to cum"
he crooned, "You want my cock
in there," he said it like a
statement, not a question and I
answered,

     "I need your cock in rear end,
ooooooooo, I can't wait" and I
looked back at him as he was
smearing liberal quantities of
Vaseline on his pecker, then he
had it lined up in my butthole all
set to push it deep into my guts,
well, three and a half inches
deep anyway.

     "Kiss" he said and our lips
once again locked together as
his hard cock slithered into my
fanny.

     Once it was in he moaned
in my ear "Oh Chrissy, love me
like I love you" and I began to
turn my butt round and around
his sexily sliding dick as it slid in
and out of my hot, fevered ass,
"Oh Bro" he gasped, "Ooooooh,
this is so fab"

     All I could say was "Aaaah"
and wiggle my hips a little bit
more, I was lost in a sexual
fantasy and quite forgot about
reality for the moment.

     It was like I was floating
far above the woods we were
in and I could look down like I
was a bird sitting in a tree
there and see us coupled in
love just as plain as day.

     Slowly, subtly we moved
into and out of each other and
after a while as he went in and
out of me he mumbled
something in my ear that I
didn't understand it but his
voice soothed and relaxed me.

     He rocked his hips into me
and I rocked mine just like
him but the other way so I
backed into him every time
he thrusted into me, then we
jammed lustily together before
he pulled back for the next
stroke.

     I could feel the strength
and power in his loins as his
probing cock got ever so much
more and more intense.

     Breathing harshly he
pushed way up into me, I was
getting hotter and so was he.

     He placed his hands flat
over my chest and I laid my
own hands over his, "I love you"
I said and he pulled himself into
me and said "Ummmmmmm".

     Now we were picking up
speed a little bit and he wrapped
his arms totally around me and
said, "Soon Chrissy, soon" and
my heart began to pound, oh
my, I was being flooded with
a total feeling of warmth and
love, ooooooooooh, it was so
overwhelming, bigger than life.

     On and on we went, over
and over in our dance of love,
then he put his legs under me
and locked his feet, "Oh Chrissy,
oh Chrissy, here it cums" and
he pressed into me thrusting
hard and solid and I could feel
his love juice spurting into me
and at the same time my own
jizm was shooting into the
blanket on which we layed, our
young bodies trembled, It was
sooooo glorious.

     Silently we rested saying
not a word, then Martin spoke,
"We can give each other every
thing we need" and then there
was silence in the air.

     "Yeah?" I said inviting him
to make his point.

     "Scalding passion, unending
lust, high peaks of yearning that
make our hearts pound like
hammers, we make perfect love
with each other."

     "So?" was my comment >>
it hung in the air like a hovering
bee, ready to sting.

     "We're just too damn small,
how much fun can a guy have
when all he has for the moment
is not even four inches worth"
and I said "We'll grow"

     "But now we're small" he
growled.

     "Daddy'll be back soon" I
offered.

     "Yeah, we could go and see
Joe the hired hand too, he's
about the same size as Paw" he
mused "Too bad we don't have
'The Little Man' here."

     "It's in my bag, do you want
me to get it?" and he said,

     "Oh yeah, get it now, okay?"

     Walking over to where I put
my bag I got out of there a
bundle about the same size as a
loaf of bread, wrapped in a cloth
and secured with a couple of
thick rubber bands stretched
around it.

     We opened the cloth up and
removed the contents, then we
rerolled the containing cloth
and put it back into the bag.

     I havn't said yet that Martin
was a highly gifted carpenter for a
kid, he had crafted furniture of all
kinds proudly serving around the
house and the barn and the cellar
and he could also make from just
a block of wood small toys,
statues, and so forth.

     There on the blanket was
what he considered his finest
and his most worthwhile
achievement.

     It was a perfect copy of our
Dad's penis done in white maple,
a tree which we could see from
where we were provided the
initial stock, our own personal
and very well made dildo that
we had code named 'The Little
Man'.

     In Martins skilled hands it
had taken shape, it was lovingly
sanded with emery cloth by us
both till it was just smooth
enough, then before he applied
the numerous coats of lacquer
to seal the job he colored it with
wood dyes that he had in his
shop, the two freckles, the
blue vein that stood out, every
little bump and crevice and
wrinkle that was in Pop's own
God given organ, visually it was
perfect.

     (Heh heh) and it had another
part to it too, a piece of wood
that looked just like Daddy's
lean stomach between his crotch
and his belly button, like my Dad
it was covered with crisp, curly
hair, lots and lots of it.

     "It sure was hard work
gluing those hairs on one by one
but I can see it was worth it" he
said.

     "Closest thing we can get to
a real man on short notice" he
said, "You're kind of broken in,
you can wear it first if you want"

     "Okay" I answered and I
plugged the nine inch wooden
dick into it's hairy backboard
and then, picking up the jar I
smeared some grease on the
eternally hard shaft.

     Slowly but surely I worked it
into my now size hungry butt,
I had myself so satisfied that I
was panting, I gave Martin a
limp smile, ooooo I felt good.

     Now I had the tip in, then I
slowfy, carerully pushed in the
shaft halfway.

Then just a little faster I had it
in all the way and I could
feel the hair pressing against
me just like it was Daddy in the
flesh, back from Mexico.

     Then Martin got in front of
me as I stood there and getting
to his knees he began to give
me a blow job, also, reaching in
behind me he took over the
manipulation of 'The Little Man'
leaving me free to thrust into
his yap and feel the glory in my
butt get hotter yet.

     Boy, somebody should have
yelled "DUCK!" cause I shot so
powerful.

     Even before I felt it it just
came out of nowhere and poor
Martin was caught totally by
suprise, he reacted by pulling
his mouth off of it and it got all
over his face and chest and his
shoulders, then he wrapped his
lips back around me again
hungrily swallowing the rest.

     As I totally collapsed he
pulled the dildo out of my butt
and then he began to work it into
his own horny hole.

     "Clean up the mess you
made" he said smiling and I
began to lick his tasty semen
off of him wherever I could find
it, he giggled a bit cause some
of the places where I had to
lick him off he was ticklish.

     Then I took over control of
'The Little Man' and returned the
favor he'd done me by sucking
him off, keeping in mind how
forcefull he might ejaculate with
his butt being tickled by 'The Little
Man'.

     He did too but being warned
ahead of time by our previous
encounter I was prepared to
handle him a bit better than he
had done with me.

    Then he rolled over face down
and said, "Your turn to pump my
rump" and I shouted ''OKAY!''
and we giggled again.

     To grease my cock this time
was just a needless formality,
not only was he all greased up
back there but he was reamed
out big by our home made sex
toy and I went into him sooooo
easily with no resistance at all,
(Heh, heh.)

     I could have entered him
easily if it was as dry as a bone
the way things were set up now.

     Kinda like it should be most
times.

     Mmmmmmmmmm, it was
sooooooooo smooth.