Date: Wed, 4 Mar 2015 03:03:29 -0500
From: J.A. Kidd
Subject: Dream Boy - Chapter 6; Another Hard Goodbye

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	There in the woods, Carl slid the front bench seat as far forward
as it would go and we scrambled over it into the back seat. I kicked off my
tennis shoes and pulled off the knee-length socks, but left my shorts on. I
wanted him to pull those off of me.

	As soon as we got settled, I crawled into his lap again, but this
time, while he was kissing me, I tore at the tank top, pulling it up to his
chin until he let me wrestle it off of him entirely. Bare chest to bare
chest, skin on skin, we went back to making out until our slobber was
dripping down our chins. His hands felt my body up and down, stopping
repeatedly on my butt cheeks. Each time he gave them a squeeze, I would
moan into his mouth.

	Then he got serious. His fingers slipped into the waistband of my
shorts and worked them down, exposing my ass. I wiggled my butt against his
fondling hands.

	He pulled his mouth from mine and started kissing my neck and
shoulder. I pulled his head to me and breathed heavily in his ear. Down to
my chest he went with his kisses. Twisting sideways, he laid me on the back
seat and his kisses continued down my chest to my belly and on down to my
waistline. It tickled, but felt far too good to make him stop. He was
pulling my shorts off. I did my best to accommodate him.

	Very soon, I was naked. Carl's kisses becoming more directed. He
found my stiff, twelve-year-old dick and took it in his mouth, sucking and
licking. I sighed in joy, humping against his mouth and running my hands
along his shoulders and the back of his head. He kissed and sucked my prick
and my smooth ball sack, sucking my boner and rubbing my chest and sides as
he did so. When he started tickling my nipples I gasped and moaned.

	God, it was awesome.

	I didn't think he was going to get me to come, but he started
sucking at me with vigor and working his tongue and lips just right. I felt
it coming and gripped his neck as I tensed up. It was a muscle-clenching,
toe-curling orgasm.

	And he swallowed every drop. Once more, he started kissing my belly
and chest. Part of me wanted him to rinse his mouth out before he kissed me
again, but the majority of me didn't care. I hungrily devoured his tongue
and locked my arms around his neck, letting him give me those loving,
magnificent kisses of his.

	He sat up.

	Oh, yeah. My turn.

	I almost vaulted myself at his shorts, working the snap and zipper
open, then tugging at them greedily. In seconds, I was sitting in the back
seat of a car, naked with a grown-up. His dick was hard as stone, pointing
up at the ceiling. It was about the same length as Vic's, but was thicker
and had a more tapered head. His tuft of pubic hair looked like he had
trimmed it back, or it may just have been that he wasn't as hairy as Vic
was.

	Either way, it was beautiful. I took it in hand and gave it a
squeeze and a stroke as I gathered a few more kisses. Following his lead, I
started kissing down his chest and abdomen. He moaned and leaned back.

	I let his member rub against my cheek as I made my way down to the
base of it. When I sat up, I started going down. I knew the
process. Saliva, tongue, suck, lick, open wide and go to it.

	I jerked him and sucked him and fondled his balls and licked at the
dribbling head and kept going. Long after I expected him to come, I was
sucking that wonderful pecker, my drool running down the shaft to moisten
the clump of curly hair. When I heard him grunt, I started sucking him with
a bit more seriousness, stroking with a twisting grip while I bobbed my
head up and down.

	"Oh, my God," he whispered.

	Harder and harder, faster and faster, I sucked on the head of his
dick each time. I stroked his hard member and worked at it with gusto.

	Then he exploded. As much as Vic had filled my mouth to the point
of overflow, Carl gave me even more. It was great. I swallowed quickly,
nearly gagging myself on the first massive glop, but I wasn't losing a drop
of it. It was thick and stringy and salty and I loved it. Working out every
last drop, I finally lifted my head from his lap and wiped my mouth.

	He pulled me into a hug, nuzzling my neck and kissing me just below
the ear.

	I was crazy about him. That fast. I was nuts about him.

	We sat in the back seat of his car, there in the woods, and made
out for a good, long time. Our hands roamed each other freely. I was
grinding against him until I was hard again, feeling his prick between my
legs. It took a few minutes, but he started getting stiff again, too. I
rubbed our peckers against one another until he was rock hard, sliding
between my leg and my balls. I ran my kisses down to his chest and, without
giving it much thought, sucked on his nipple until he groaned and started
rubbing my ass again.

	I leaned up and kissed him again, telling him, "Lemme get
something."

	I got up and leaned over the back of the front seat, letting my
legs spread a bit and giving him yet another good look at my young
ass. There on the seat, wrapped up in my tee shirt was the lube I had taken
from Johnny's room.

	Before I could get back down, I felt Carl's hands on my butt and,
for the second time, felt a tongue probe my butthole. It was awkward. It
was uncomfortable. It was just fine. I giggled at first, but I enjoyed
it. I held my weight on my hands and let him have his fun. I wriggled and
flexed my muscles, trying to open my asshole for him.

	He licked and kissed and probed until my belly hurt from the
position. As if he knew my discomfort, he stopped and pulled me back into
the rear with him. His cock was standing up at full attention, so I gave it
a few strokes as I kissed him again (Yeah, I knew where his tongue had just
been, but I didn't care. I had discovered that the handle of a cylindrical
hairbrush fit right up my butt and had used it to clean myself out that
morning).

	When I separated from his kisses, I showed him the tube and popped
it open with a devilish grin.

	He smiled weakly. "You sure?"

	"Oh, yeah. I'm sure."

	He gave me another sweet kiss and took the tube from me. I turned
around, leaning down on my elbows and presenting my ass to him. I watched
as he squirted out a little of the substance and got it on one finger. In
it went, nice and easy, clear to the knuckle. Soon another and then a
third, twisting and probing, getting the slick goop in there good.

	He got some more and greased up his rock-hard prick before closing
the tube and tossing it back into the front. Sliding down in the seat, he
pushed his knees against the front seat and looked at me. "You ready for
this?"

	What a stupid question. I hopped up into his lap, facing him and
watching his face as I reached back and guided the head of his beautiful
pecker up to my rear entrance. Much like with Vic, there was a jolt of pain
as I lowered myself onto him, pushing past that spot, and then there was
only full, delicious pleasure.

	Looking him in the eye, I started riding Carl's cock, working my
hips back and forth, up and down. He smiled sweetly and grasped my waist,
answering my movements with his own. Tenderly, gently, kissing me the whole
time, Carl eased in and out, fucking my little butt slowly and with as much
tender love as I could remember Eddie doing.

	It was heavenly. I was not only getting fucked by a grown-up again,
I was being kissed like he loved me.

	And once more, I realized that he was going to take his time with
it. When I thought he was getting close, he would slow down and relax.

	We switched positions. I got on the seat with my butt up and he
took me from behind, but there wasn't enough headroom. He laid on his back
and I got on top, but the seat back didn't allow a proper straddle.

	Then we found it. I lay on my back, with my head against the rear
of the seat and Carl got down on his knees on the floorboards. With one
ankle in each hand, he was able to stroke in and out easily, filling me up
with his length and heft. When he got a little tired, he could lean down
onto me, which allowed me to hug his neck and hold on as he worked my
ass. When he got a little hotter, he was able to arch his back and really
drive it home, the slap-slap-slap-slap of our flesh meeting increasing in
tempo and ferocity.

	It lasted more than an hour. He slowed down to keep from coming too
quickly, increasing speed and force again to make sure I really felt it,
and finally, he lifted my legs and began pounding at me in animalistic
frenzy. I ran my hands over his chest, tweaking his nipples now and then,
and watched his muscles tense and flex as he slammed his cock into my
waiting ass.

	Harder, harder, harder. Faster, faster, faster. Slamming into me
over and over, driving it into my guts and filling my colon with his size,
Carl fucked me with more and more beastly thrusts. He grunted and
groaned. I did, too. Somewhere in that ecstasy, I came on my belly.

	And then he locked up, driven as deep as he could drive. I felt the
spasms of his thick cock, the warmth of his rod and the heat created by his
pummeling, and the moisture of his semen as he shot load after load up into
me.

	He collapsed onto me, picking me up in his arms and hugging me
tight to his chest, which caused me to slide from the seat and drop his
still-hard prick all the way inside me.

	Kissing me with love and passion, he continued stroking himself
into my butt.

	I never wanted it to end. The entire universe had disappeared
except for his kisses and his arms and his beautiful dick inside me.

	I don't know how long we stayed like that. Time had lost all
meaning again. My head was abuzz with passion.

	I felt him getting soft, but I didn't move. I wanted him to stay
inside me until there was no choice. I clung to him, kissing him with all
the love I could muster, he answering in kind.

	But, he finally lifted his face and looked at me with a smile of
pure joy.

	"You're something else, Kid," he said.

	Smiling, I kissed him again and squeezed my butt once. "So are
you."

	When at last we got dressed, I told him that I only had one more
weekend on base. If we were going to have any more meetings, they would
have to be the next day and the next Saturday. He told me that he and his
wife were having trouble anyway, so his being gone wouldn't be any
surprise.

	He promised to meet me the following day.

	"But, not here," he said. "You deserve better than the back seat of
a car. Meet me at the PX. About ten tomorrow morning."

	I promised.

	He gave me a long kiss as we parted at the water tower. I rode
home, keeping my butt down on the seat so that I could feel the sensation
of him inside me, and smiling the entire way.



	Nine-thirty sharp, I was on my bike and headed across the base. I
had just finished locking my bike and bent over to pick up my rucksack when
I heard a tap of a car horn. Carl sat, with his car running, just beyond
the curb. I ran to the passenger side and jumped in.

	From the smile he gave me, I got the feeling that he wanted to grab
me and start making out right there and then, too. But, it was not the
place. He drove out of the parking lot and headed for the main gate.

	"One of the guys in my unit has a house trailer on the river," he
told me when I asked where we were going. "He gave me a key and told me I
could use it anytime I wanted."

	Within twenty minutes, we had arrived, gone inside and were in each
other's arms. The trailer was musty and a thin layer of dust covered almost
everything. The bed, however, was comfortable and inviting.

	Carl had me naked in nearly no time. He peeled his own clothes off
and hopped onto the bed with me. No preamble, no warm-up. We were both too
hungry for each other. All of that could wait.

	We sucked on each other, each achieving orgasm for the other, and
worked him back to rigidity.

	We had room and time. We tried every position either of us could
think of. Doggie style. Missionary (still my favorite, because I could
watch his face and kiss him). He lay me on my face and got on top of me,
which I really liked. The feel of his weight on top of me while his man
tube worked like a piston in my guts gave me a sense of security and
absolute adoration. Him on his back with me riding, both facing him and
facing away. He sat up with me on his lap, kissing me deeply while I rode
him. And at the end of that first session, we went back to the missionary
position, with my knees held back by his strong arms, doubling me over like
Vic had done. He still kissed me, but was in a more ferocious mood by
then. He fucked me in much the same way that Vic had, rising high and
pounding down into me.

	The passion of his kiss made me want to stay in his arms forever.

	His orgasm was as explosive as any I had felt. My own was even more
so.

	We cleaned each other off in the narrow shower and settled in on
the threadbare sofa, talking to each other. He was the first man that ever
spoke to me about what life was going to throw at me without candy-coating
it. He gave me advice on finding my place in the civilian world. He
explained things about how it was beyond the gates of a military base
(where I had only lived when I was too young to remember). He was more of a
friend than any adult had ever been before.

	Then he got into the warnings about trying to do this with just any
man, the dangers of it, and the violence that I might face.

	All the while, he held me to his side. All the while, he kissed me
between subjects or sentences.

	As the afternoon came on, we went at it again. Like newlyweds on
our honeymoon. Slow and tender. Hard and beastly. Easy and sweet. He loved
me like Eddie had, but with so much more affection. At one point, he came
inside me and just kept going and going and going until he worked himself
to a second orgasm.

	And, once again, like everything wonderful in life, it ended.

	We made a date to visit the trailer one more time the next
weekend. It would be my last on the base and our last together.

	I spent the week saying Goodbyes to my friends around the base,
some of whom didn't seem to give a shit. I got to kiss Eddie Goodbye again,
getting a tight hug from Wendy and a secret, deep kiss from Vic.

	When I met Carl at the PX, I was ready to rip my clothes off and
attack him right then.

	As it was, I didn't last long once we got to the trailer.

	We had more time this time. I hadn't ridden my bike. I had
walked. My mother was told that I would be gone until after dark and would
get a ride home when I had finished saying Goodbye to everyone.

	She told me to have fun. Oh, yeah, Ma, I will. I promise.

	Carl gave me more love and affection than any man in my life
(except for Dad, and that was a different kind of love).

	And, better yet, he gave me the best day-long fucking I had ever
even dreamed of. They didn't have Viagra back then, but something kept him
up and at it. He was tireless. He had stamina that I had only heard of on
the Wide World of Sports.

	As much as Eddie had made love to me, Carl surpassed his level. As
hard as Vic had fucked me, Carl did better. As much as I had dreamed about
while flailing at myself, he outperformed even my fantasies. He was even
bold enough to take me out on the flimsy back deck and drill me silly out
in the breeze and scents of nature.

	My ass was burning and raw by the time we got to our last coupling,
but I wanted more of him. I wanted all of him.

	After nearly an hour of slow, tender love-making, I told him to
take me as hard as he wanted. "Let it all out at once," I whispered.

	I had no idea what I was in for, but I wanted it.

	Wow, did he deliver.

	I have since heard the phrase "corn-holed". That was what he did to
me.

	Such fierce, raw, animal lust was released that we both grunted and
moaned and growled out loud. But, he never made me feel like a piece of
meat. I was always a lover. He was always willing to kiss me and make me
feel the love that was at the base of the ferocity.

	I was numb when he finally erupted with his last orgasm. He had
actually fucked me numb. And he didn't stop when he had finished coming, he
kept fucking me and fucking me and fucking me.

	Only when he was exhausted and utterly spent did he slow to a stop
and spend the next twenty minutes kissing me.

	We cleaned up, dressed, and he drove me to the end of my block. As
covertly as we could, we kissed each other Farewell and I was gone from
him.

	I was still numb when I got home, but I felt so completely
satisfied that it didn't matter in the least. I still felt his arms around
me. I still tasted the kisses he gave me. I still felt his cock inside
me. And I still saw the face he made when he sent his seed into me.

	I loved him, plain and simple.

	Though I have loved others, of each gender since, I've never felt
the way I did about that brief, interrupted love story.




	We packed up the last of our things on Sunday and moved on Monday.

	The civilian world was harsher, meaner. There were more fights,
less security, fewer friends that I could trust.

	I got to know the "rules" of the apartment complex we had moved to,
realizing quickly that I would have to stop holding back when confronted by
bullies, not expect there to be any reality behind the friendly smiles of
the other boys. No one had my back, but I had to have theirs.

	I became a loner. Oh, not to the point of being unsocial, just to
the point of not trusting anyone.

	When a girl named "Chrissie" started flirting with me, I took it
well, but didn't pursue her with much vigor. She was not a military
brat. They were much easier to con out of their clothes, she would take
work.

	And there wasn't a single boy or man that I trusted enough to
"befriend" the way I would have liked.

	I thought it was going to stay that way, too.

	Then, when my Dad tried to get me to join the Scouts again, I met
"Dwayne".



	To be continued...