Date: Sun, 19 Mar 2006 04:58:25 +0000 From: george dealer <george1941298@hotmail.com> Subject: Clifton Springs Into Action part 2 Clifton Springs Into Action, part 2 Written Sometime n somewhere by Jack N. Nov I never biked anywhere unlike some kids my age, because I was a lazy ass besides being apeshit for cars like your typical limited imagination fourteen year-old boy. I just nagged my older brother to take me places in his Trans Am, so you can imagine the cock and bull story I had to give to get him to take me to the grocery store. You see, Jack had told me to buy a carrot to stick up my ass. "What the fuck you want to go to the grocery store for, asshole?" "None of your fucking business, asswipe. Here's five bucks gas money, just do it and quit asking me fucking questions, alright dill weed?" Five bucks meant more back then than it does now, so Paul didn't give a fuck after I handed him the fiver. I told him to wait in the car for me, but instead he came in and bought a six pack with the money. My family was pure trash, never saved a dime in their life, always spending as soon as they got anything. Paul was now happy thinking about his future drunk, so he didn't ask any questions when I just bought a carrot, and a loaf of bread and a jar of peanut butter just so's to keep him guessing. I was still embarrassed about the whole ordeal and wondering if the cashier was looking at me funny, a 14 year old boy buying a single carrot. Like what is the boy doing that for, except ass hunger. After we got done, I told him to drop me off at Jack's apartment. Paul was already into the beer, and had downed three by the time we reached Jack's, so honestly he didn't give a fuck at that point, he lit a doobie as I got out and I knew he wouldn't be thinking of much else other than la la land that evening. When Jack opened the door, he had a big nasty grin on his face like I was already naked and stretched across his lap taking a hiding. "Get your ass in here, boy!" As I walked through the door he stuck a hand down my pants and touched my asshole. It really startled me and I almost dropped the bag. He shut the door and forgot to lock it like usual. He was really careless but apparently had a guardian demon. "Let's see the carrot." I pulled it out and he appraised the length, width and diameter or whatnot. "I guess it passes muster, but we will see. Strip." I took my shirt off and, well, you know the drill. When I was in my undies, the tight pair he had told me to wear, he said, "That's enough." He sat down on the cheesy sofa I have described before, and directed me across his lap, positioning me so that I fit comfortably--for him that is. I could feel his cock erect against my waist. "Kiss the belt." He placed a huge buckle in front of my lips, expectantly. I hesitated too long and he smacked my ass with the flat of his palm. Then I kissed the buckle as he wanted, and satisfied he took it away. Jack didn't wait long to begin, unlike some of the halfass fuckers in some of these other stories who fiddle around, flapping their gums. WHAP! I felt a fire spread across my ass. The stroke was hard and fast and no bullshit. WHAP! The second stroke just the same. I started putting myself in the mode, the place where I go during punishment. I deserved this, I was an asshole to my schoolmates, always picking on other boys, just a fucked-up, bullying piece of... WHAP! Oh shit, this was bad, but still I deserved it, especially the way I treated Michelle out at school, not to mention... WHAP! "Aaah!" I was starting to cry out, it couldn't be helped. WHAP! There was also the way I mouthed off to teachers, and then... WHAP! Oh shit, oh shit he was picking up the pace, getting harder now WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! I started crying out now, can't help it, bawl like a little WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! Oh shit I can't take this WHAP! The tears started flowing now, I was struggling to get away, when he stopped and pulled my underwear down. I heard him chuckle and then he lifted me up and laid my knees on the floor, with my waist on the sofa, and I knew he was going to fuck me. He made the usual preparations, tearing open a condom, smearing on some lube and fingering my ass like always... I was no virgin after all. But he was rough entering me, just ramming it in, not caring. He went deep fast, and fucked hard, in and out the full six inches each thrust. Slapping my ass with his thighs, just going at it like a rabbit, which given his penchant for carrots wasn't a bad analogy. [to be continued....]