Date: Sat, 9 Oct 2010 11:41:40 -0700 (PDT)
From: John Likeness <thelilghost06_nthesarge@yahoo.com>
Subject: A Very Good Day Pt. 4

A Very Good Day Pt 4
A Weird Interlude

It's been a long delay in this one; sorry I hope you all will enjoy it just
the same--the story is a fictionalized and compressed version of real life
events--long ago events. To answer the question many of you have asked: no,
I don't know Dobbs's whereabouts, sadly. By a year after our break-up I
lost track of him and the mutual friend that kept me more or less up to
date. Thanks for reading. Remember to play, but play safe!


Dobbs was good to his word--he made love to me--gently and with exquisite
tenderness; I hate to admit it, but as much as I enjoyed it, I would have
preferred a slam in the shower or a rough and ready romp. That's not
intended as a slight, sex in general is almost always an absolute good
(pizza, surfing and sex--even when it's bad it's still pretty good); sex
with Dobbs approached the sublime. After the workout of the last two days,
we were both tired, so we spent the rest of the day quietly, watching
movies--occasionally snuggling and languidly making out.

About 10pm we took a shower. We washed each other gently--our bruises, rug
burns and bite marks were all very sensitive--I washed his hair and face,
gingerly messaging his jaw; Dobbs copied my actions, the hickies on my neck
made me flinch, as he gently kissed them. I washed his back noting three
well healed star-shaped scars in a tight cluster on his left shoulder blade
and a long jagged scar on his lower right rib cage--I knew what they were
from--as I gently traced the long scar with a finger he shivered but said
nothing. I washed the small of his back, then, reaching under his arms, I
washed his arm pits, the slabs of his pectorals, and his washboard abs; I
soaped up his pubic patch and washed his precious nut sac then soaped up
and stroked his very hard penis. I stopped short, and proceeded to wash
butt, thoroughly and carefully, then continued down each ropey
thigh--making sure that his perineum was clean by washing it three or four
times. Then I knelt and washed his calves one at a time, and carefully
washed each foot; on a whim, I licked the sole of each foot; then sucked
each toe, as if each was a small dick. From Dobbs reaction he was enjoying
what I was doing; as I set his foot down, he thrust his ass into my face,
and I dove in tongue first.

I was just getting into it when Dobbs stopped me, pulled me to my feet and
stepped behind me; he quickly washed me as I'd washed him, perfunctory
where I had been sensuous, he WASHED my genitals sans stroking, and washed
each leg and foot. Then he soaped up my crotch and ass; he turned me
sideways and rinsed me off, then soaped my ass up again--this time rather
roughly shoving two or three fingers into my hole. He rinsed me off again
and shut the shower off, and once again roughly, pulled me out of the
shower; grabbed the bottle of lotion, stroked some onto his rampant cock,
bent me over the vanity, and pushed all the way into me in one go--luckily
for me, my ass muscles were on automatic, as it were, from being fucked so
much--and wordlessly began to fuck me. After only a couple of dozen pumps,
he lost it and nutted deep inside me with a grunt; after a few seconds
recovery time, Dobbs pulled out, stepped to the shower, wiped his softening
dick with a rag and left the room without a word.

I whacked as quickly as could and took care of my post-sex needs, and went
down the hall to Dobbs room. He hopped up from his bed and handed me some
of my clothes and bed linen and blankets,

"You're gonna sleep in the other bedroom tonight," he stated flatly, "I
need space."

With that he pushed me out the door and closed it behind me.

"What the FUCK," I snarled to myself.

I went into the room made the bed and crashed, it was around midnight and I
was out like a light.

It seemed like I had just closed my eyes, when I awoke to feeling the
blankets thrown back and my shorts pulled off and hands on my back pinning
me to the mattress.

"Don't speak," Dobbs said, as he spread some lube around my hole
immediately followed by his big dick. He draped his body over my back, bit
my neck where it joins the shoulder, and began to fuck me with long languid
strokes. After probably twenty minutes or so, he came in me; he rolled off
and stood up.

"When you're finished cleaning up, I want you to come into my room; I want
you to sleep on the floor--I made you a pallet." He stated this in an
almost mechanical voice.

I did as he instructed (making sure to soothe my poor abused ass with
lotion). As I lay down on the floor I asked,

"Dude, what's this about?" and added, "Your kinda freakin' me out."

He looked at me seriously, started to say something, then shook his head
and turned out the light. I heard the bed creak as he laid back. I wanted
to stay awake, but weariness overtook me and I was out again.

Sunlight was streaming in around the drapes when I was awoken by Dobbs
kneeling next to me; before I knew what was happening, he had rolled me up
onto my shoulders and was fucking me for all he was worth (I thank whatever
gods may be that I lotioned my hole!). Somewhat to my surprise, my dick was
bone hard. He continued to pound me in that position for probably ten
minutes, and then he pushed all the way in and stopped; he gripped my
shoulder and pulled me even harder to himself and signaled me to roll over
onto my knees. I did as I was bidden and he fucked into me for a few
minutes as I began to stroke myself. Again he paused while in me as deep as
he could go, and pulled us over onto our left sides, and immediately
resumed fucking me. I felt him gradually increase his pace and I matched my
strokes with his pumps--soon I was on the edge, as was he--he was on the
verge of unloading into my ass, when I couldn't hold back any longer--I
came the hardest I had since the first time he fucked me! That was enough
to push Dobbs over the edge--he groaned and cursed as he emptied himself
into me for the fourth time seven hours.

Wordlessly he pulled out of me and went into the bathroom; I watched him
his glorious ass bunch and un-bunch as he strode across the room. I lay
there for a beat or two after he shut the door then I got up, gather up all
the rest of my clothes and belongings from there and the spare room and
adjourned to the hall bathroom. I cleaned up and dressed and then finding
Dobbs still in the bathroom, I gathered up all the dirty linen, and not
hearing the shower any longer, put them in the washing machine.

According to my watch it was 0645 as I exited the laundry room; Dobbs was
at the opposite end of the hall in a wife beater and gym shorts, we both
paused and regarded each other. I know I looked angry, but his expression
was an odd mixture: he looked stricken, resentful and helpless all at once.

I looked away and continued my journey up the hallway to the door--I heard
him move and felt him behind me I stopped when he put his arm up to bar the
way; I started to turn towards him; he pressed himself against my back to
stop me, and then he hugged me with affection and lust all at once--his
hands slid down to the front of my jeans and undid them--he pushed them
down exposing my ass to him. Gently, he arranged me into fucking position
and rid himself of his shorts, he pushed his hands up under my t-shirt and
tweaked my nipples; of their own volition, my hands guided his rampant (and
lubed) cock to my quivering hole. My jeans puddled around my ankles as I
moved to accommodate all eleven inches of prime black snake that entered my
well used ass. Once he bottomed out, and I could feel his course pubes
against my ass and his ball sac nestle against mine, he paused and one of
his hands slid down and found my newly rock hard cock. He started fucking
me and stroking my dick at the same time; I moaned. Time stood still as
Dobbs banged away at my ass; waves of pleasure coursed through me; I was
close to busting and I could tell he was too--then it hit--a spasm shook my
whole body in orgasm--I heard Dobbs gasp as well--I glanced down and noted
absently that I was oozing off-white slime from my piss slit rather than
proper cum. As suddenly as it started it was over, we held our positions
for a moment longer; then he withdrew and stepped away, I reached down and
pulled my pants up; I briefly debated using the bathroom, but decided I'd
better leave while I could.

I resumed my walk to the door.

"Hey," he said, "wait a sec."

I paused with the door knob in my hand and looked back at him
expectantly. He looked forlorn and miserable;

"Hey," he repeated.

I waited for perhaps a minute then I said,

"I gotta go," calmly and without rancor.

He hesitated; he started to say something, then stopped, then looked at me
beseechingly and shook his head.

"I gotta go," I repeated.

"I know," he replied, "I know."

I opened the door and left. When I got to my car in the parking lot, I
glanced back up at the apartment; despite the cold he was standing at the
railing barefooted in just his shorts and wife beater looking down at me I
unlocked and opened the door to my truck. I knew he was still watching me;
before I got in I looked directly at him, and with a sad smile I raised my
hand in a gesture of farewell. He didn't respond. I got in started the
truck, backed out and as I drove away, I glanced back in my rearview
mirror; he was still standing there.



I didn't know how to feel. Thankfully high school resumed a couple of days
later, and I was able to distract myself with all its petty and minor
details.

Once school was out and training was over for the day, I could put the
loneliness, boredom and every other feeling I had at bay by fucking around
with the three brothers next door. Ritchie was the oldest; he was three
months younger than me so was still 15; he was also cute as hell, about an
inch taller than me with a full mop of dark curly hair, rangy and raw boned
with clear skin and a pretty almost girly face. He had brown twinkling eyes
and full red lips. From the first time I'd seen him I'd wanted to kiss
those lips, but alas that would never be.

We'd met the day my family moved onto the farm on the edge of town; his
family's house was on a lot that abutted our farm, door-to-door it was
roughly a quarter mile distance. There was an abandon farmstead on our farm
about half a mile up the hill behind our farm yard, exactly five days after
we'd met, Ritchie and I went on an explore and found it. We started
checking out the abandon buildings; while we were back of the house Ritchie
announced he had to piss; he undid his pants and let them sag about ¾ of
the way down his bare butt--he never wore underwear--and in a smart assed
way asked,

"You wanna hold my dick for me? My aim is kinda off."

He was taken aback when I sidled over and grabbed his dick and began using
his stream to write in the dust. He said nothing when, after his flow
stopped, I shook it off and started gently milking it. He said nothing as I
continued to stroke it after it firmed up to a very impressive 7 n ¼ inches
of boydick. He said nothing as I knelt down in front of him and started to
suck his 7 ¼ inches of boydick. He said, "Holy fuck," as he unloaded a
copious amount of boy juice into my mouth. He said "damn" as I released his
dick back to him and he put it away.

I sucked his dick four more times that day, and six times the next, plus I
introduced him to analingus--he had a gloriously stark white ass with
smooth flawless skin and a tight hairless and very tasty butt hole--he was
an enthusiastic recipient. The next day after that, we went back up to the
abandon farm; I had a tube of Vaseline lip balm in my pocket. We went into
the old house where there was a built in table;

"You wanna lick my butt some more?" he asked cheerfully.

"Sure," I said, and, as he dropped his pants and leaned over the table. I
dove into his butt with gusto; soon he was yowling like a cat in heat. He
turned around to feed me his dick--I backed off and stood up--he looked at
me like I was crazy,

"I wanna do something different," I panted.

He gave me a warning look as I dropped my pants and underwear--I'd better
not expect any reciprocation--that turned expectant when I shook my head
and reached into my pocket and pulled out the lip balm.

"I want you to fuck me in the butt," I said bluntly.

I squirted some of the lip balm on my hand and stroked it onto his dick,
and quickly lubed myself up as well.

"Lay down on the table," I instructed, "You're big and I want to adjust to
your dick so you don't rip me apart."

He did as he was told. I pulled one leg out of my shorts, climbed up on the
table and slowly impaled myself on Ritchie's boydick. I rode gently for a
few minutes; then he got eager and started fucking up into me about a
minute later he gasped and pumped his nut into me. I'd just started
stroking myself and was a ways from my nut--

"Get off dude," Ritchie said, "I gotta piss."

I dismounted and jerked myself off while Ritchie disappeared outside to
piss. He fucked me twice more that day and I sucked him twice as well. The
next day we repeated the cycle; three fucks and three blow jobs. The next
day Ritchie got in trouble for something and was grounded for a week, I
figured I was outta luck for sex, and sort of just drifted that summer
morning. I wound up at the abandon farm house, I decided to go in and
whack, as I went in I was pleasantly surprised to find Ritchie's 13 y/o
brother Scotty--he was in the hallway of the house with his back to me and
his denim shorts puddled around his ankles! Scotty was super skinny, but
super cute too, he was about 5 foot even, had straw colored hair and deep
blue eyes, and, despite being skinny, with his pants down, he had a really
cute little butt.

He heard the floor creak as I walked up behind him; I stroked his right ass
cheek with my right hand, he cooed and turned around, and putting his hands
on my shoulders, guided me to my knees in front of him. I was presented
with a cute 5 ½ inch wiener with the barest hint of a pubic wreath at its
base and a round hairless nut sac drawn up snugly. I didn't hesitate, but
dove on it and started bobbing and slurping within two minutes I was
rewarded with silky sweet boy juice--yum!

"That was my first blow job," he announced once he'd caught his breath. "I
want to do everything you and Ritchie do."

"Okay," I responded, "what else you manna do now?" I realized I didn't care
how Scotty had found out what was going on; he was a boy with a dick that
worked that was all that mattered to me. It was a day of many firsts for
Scotty; aside from his first 2 blow jobs, he got rimmed several times and
enjoyed two fingers up his butt when he was getting blown; he proved to be
a more conscientious top than his brother, he would cum, and if I hadn't
cum yet, kept fucking me until I did. Scotty also liked making out
including tongue kissing and all. Scotty also gave his first blow job--he
was pretty inept--he kept at it though and he swallowed my nut
enthusiastically; he liked cum right off, so the next time he fucked me he
not only licked the cum off my belly, he also ate his own juice from my
butt hole! All of his own volition! It wasn't `til later the next day that
he asked me to fuck him--I hadn't done it since we'd moved here, so I was
more than willing. We spent as much of rest of the week as we could naked
and fucking each other. Ritchie was kinda on again off again with me--he
loved the sex, but wasn't comfortable with the "gayness"--he started going
out with girls in earnest and seemed determined to fuck every single one of
them. Scotty on the other hand became the best fuck buddy a 15 y/o could
ask for--we banged anytime, anywhere--at school, on the bus, I fucked him
at his house with his whole family in the next room, and he fucked me at a
high school football game, in the shadows behind the equipment shed about
20' away from the concession stand! Danger fucks inc. that was us.

After several weeks of us fucking around--with me occasionally servicing
Ritchie (who curiously, never found out about Scotty n me) I got a
surprise; apparently Scotty had been passing on everything we did with each
other to someone else. I went up to the old barn on the hill--it was cold
out and the barn offered better shelter than the house--and I heard Scotty
talking dirty to somebody. I quietly approached, and saw Scotty's bare ass
rising and fall with someone's legs over his shoulders; I glanced around
him and caught a glimpse of curly dark hair--it couldn't be Ritchie, I
thought with my jaws agape--and it wasn't, the shoes on Scott's shoulders
were way too small. I stepped closer and recognized Scotty's little brother
TJ! Scotty was pounding away at his little brother's ass--I think because
of the thrill of performing in front of me--and suddenly shot spooge way
before he of TJ wanted. As Scott pulled out, TJ began to furiously beat his
4 inch boy spike; I pushed his hand away and took him in my mouth; ah, that
clean taste of 12 y/o boy. He had been getting close when his brother had
lost it, so it didn't take but a few head bobs before TJ's silky sweet boy
juice squirted into my mouth.

"Wow," TJ enthused, "is it always this fun?"

"So far," I responded.

I was still sporting wood, so TJ reached out and pulled me toward him and
began to undo my pants--they and my underwear were soon about my ankles--TJ
attached to my dick like a remora to a manta ray, and soon had me moaning
like a two dollar whore. After he'd recovered sufficiently, Scott knelt
behind me and began mouth to ass resuscitation; between TJ's newly acquired
skills and his brother's activity in my ass, I lasted only moments before I
was pumping the contents of my balls into TJ's mouth and throat; he gobbled
it down like it was ambrosia.

Once I'd recovered, we put our clothes back in place and went out and rode
on the BMX track we'd built over the summer between fuck sessions. Later
that afternoon, TJ and I did a flip fuck and Scott did me after TJ had
nutted. From that day on, I had sex with at least one brother every day. TJ
liked to danger fuck as much as Scott did. We took every opportunity and
made a few as well.

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But the boys couldn't scratch the itch I had, no matter how many times they
fucked me. I was at a real loss for almost two weeks; then he called and
left a message to call him back. I wanted so desperately to call right
then, but I was at school , and not knowing how I'd react I didn't dare. At
lunch I went out to my car and called--no answer--I called back and left a
message that I wouldn't be available until after 4pm, and would call then.

It took twenty seven hours before 4pm finally rolled around, and at 4pm and
1 second I was redialing.

"Hello?" his voice demanded from the ear piece.

"Hi . . . it's . . . it's . . . uh, um . . . John," I stammered.

"Well . . . ,"

"Well what? You called me first," I snapped.

"I . . . wanna . . . uh . . . Look, can we meet someplace . . . I need to
talk to . . . to explain to you . . . ," he trailed off.

I heaved a heavy sigh before I responded, "Look, I'm at my folks `til
tomorrow; whatever you have to say kept for two weeks, it'll have to keep
until Saturday."

"Look, I'm . . . sorry . . . I'm sorry for . . . what . . . happened. I
mean for the way it . . . uh . . . happened."

"We'll talk Saturday," I grumbled, "I'll meet you at Z's coffee house on
North; around say . . . eleven?"

" . . . uh sure . . . I guess . . ."

"Cool, I'll see ya then," I said and hung up

I began to tremble uncontrollably as i sat behind the wheel of my
truck. After fifteen or so minutes, I was finally able to drive home; once
there I fended Ritchie and Scott off (my parents were out of town) with one
excuse or another, but when TJ came over, I needed someone to talk to, and
I need some "stress relief"; he was now 14--just 9 months and eleven days
younger than his brother--and hot as fuck! He'd avoided the gawky stage
that both Ritchie and Scotty had gone through, and if he kept on, he was
gonna be one big man. He'd already caught up with Ritchie both in height
and dick; he was 6' 2" and skinny and his member had rapidly grown to 7 ½"
of circumcised beauty; his skin was flawless and despite being slim, he had
an ass that should have been an object worship--and he LOOOOOOOOOOOVED gay
sex. TJ called home and told his mom he was staying with a friend from
school (who'd lie for him, because TJ was banging him) and settled in for
some stress relieving sex.

Even though TJ had just turned 14, he was instinctively wise, and he sensed
I was troubled; he began messaging me, and in short order he had messaged
us both out of our clothes. Soon he was draped across my back, his legs
inside mine, his dick sunken into my ass to its hilt. He lazily but firmly
started to pump into me. After a few minutes of this, he slowed to a stop--

"What's going on with you?" he said as he pumped out and in once.

I started to protest, but as soon as I did he started nibbling my
earlobes--my most sensitive spot--and I soon babbled the complete tale to
him; the whole while he was slowly pumping my ass. As I talked, I pushed
back against him `til eventually we were both on our knees and I was
ramming myself back on his dick like a pile driver. He grabbed my hips and
had me spin on his dick, and he rolled me up on my shoulders and FUCKED me!
The climax left us both gasping like fish in the bottom of a boat.

Once we recovered though, TJ said,

"Dude, he's either in love with you and hates it, or he's afraid you'll
turn him into the cops for messing with you, or he just wants to suck you
in and wants to use you as a fuck toy, but, you, for your own sake, need to
meet him and find out witch it is; because, like it or not, you are in love
with him."

I started kissing and making out with TJ; I knew he was right, and one
thing about TJ, when he was right it was stupid to argue with
him. Suddenly, all the tension and anger and everything else drained out of
me and I got very sleepy . . . the next I knew I woke up to pitch blackness
and TJ with a very hard dick, spooned up to my back.

In the next installment I learn the meaning of "epic make-up sex" and we go
to a party; TJ is in that one too.

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