Date: Tue, 23 Oct 2012 11:54:37 -0700 (PDT)
From: Vincent Salerno <v_salerno@yahoo.com>
Subject: TRACES: Interfemoral Fucking & Do You Really Want to Get In?

			   Interfemoral Fucking

As our sexual relationship progressed, Joe gradually introduced new
surprises, sometimes to my delight, but sometimes the innovations were met
with less enthusiasm.


Recently Joe had taken to lying on top of my buns and rubbing his dick up
and down the asscrack.  This started as we read dirty books and magazines
together.  At first Joe simply lay on top and looked over my shoulder,
pointing out features of the picture or article that we were looking at.
Very slowly he started to introduce movement, and before long his hard
prick was thrusting between my clenched thighs.


I rather liked the feeling of Joe's swollen cock between my legs and
cooperated in my friend's new pursuit of pleasure.  When my thighs were
coated with sweat, it was even easier for the thrusting dick to move easily
up and down between the asscheeks, in and out of the space between the
upper thighs.  Sometimes we did this long enough for Joe to shoot in that
position.  By and by, Joe invited me to try the same position with him.  I
did, and it became part of our regular sexual repertory.


After some time, Joe went for the real thing.  I was having none of this.
I resisted invasion of my asshole.  In words and in actions.  Clenching my
little virgin hole tightly shut, I would throw Joe off my back in a bucking
motion whenever he tried to force his cockhead into my untouched dark eye.
But this rejection did not discourage Joe, who would continue to try from
time to time.


One afternoon, Joe was lying on top of me, thrusting between my thighs.  It
was warm and we had been playing for quite a while.  My thighs and ass were
slick with perspiration.  I decided to give Joe a special ride.  Clenching
my ass cheeks tightly, crossing my ankles and hunching my ass up slightly
to allow for a longer stroke, I made a tight, but lubricated passage for
Joe's thrusting penis.  As Joe's cock came down, I applied a clenching
pressure in, and at the same time, raised my ass up, which added to the
length of the thrust, and increased the friction.  Within a very few
minutes of this type of action, Joe came in a torrent of teenjizz.  I felt
the bulbous head of Joe's cock expand, pulsate and burst forth it's wet
gifts, two, three, four times as Joe moaned, and sucked in his breath with
the exertion.  Finally, we lie quietly, and Joe rolled off.

"I got in that time, didn't I, Tony?"

"Uh, I'm not sure.  Maybe."

"Oh, yeah.  I think so.  I was up the ole bung hole that time for sure.  It
was great."


I smiled to myself and winked my virgin asshole, as I sat up and threw my
legs over the side of the bed.

                                                     Do You Really Want To
Get In?

When Joe and I fooled around up in Joe's bedroom, we often enjoyed looking
at dirty books, magazines and pictures.  It made both of us hot, and
sometimes was inspiration for a new activity.  Joe kept some dirty pics
cleverly wrapped in a package marked "photo developing paper" to discourage
Mom or Dad from snooping.


We used straight porn mostly for inspiration.  In the 50s, gay porn was not
readily available.  And in fact all porn was expensive and not that easy
for a teenager to acquire.  But we managed.


Joe would point at a lewd picture of a guy eating out a girl and say, "Man,
look at him slurp at that twat.  Sure gives me a boner.  Ain't it
somethin'?"


There was an unspoken assumption between us that we were both straight.  We
were doing this fun stuff with each other because it was available.  It was
fun kid stuff that guys sometimes do until they have a girl to do it with.
I really believed that this period was a "phase," that was normal and
natural to go through.  Sometimes I thought, "This is great.  Too bad this
is going to end.  Next year or the year after, I'll be out of this homo
phase and then this stuff won't interest me any more.  Too bad in a way."


But for now, Joe and I were definitely interested in each others' bods, and
we were getting off on this teenage, gay sex in a big way.


This afternoon, Joe was looking at a cartoon booklet of comic characters
fucking and sucking.  Blondie and Dagwood, Popeye, the Katzenjammer kids,
Beetle Bailey, all found their way into Joe's bedroom, at one time or
another.  The men always had excitingly big pricks, sometimes outrageously
so, and everyone involved in the simple story lines, had sex constantly on
the mind.  Just like we did.  It was rare to see any homosex in the cartoon
booklets, but the straight sex, and the horniness of everyone, and the
exaggerated body parts were enough to maintain our interest.


Joe and I are both completely naked.  Joe is lying on his bed, on his
belly, and I am lying on top of him.  I look over Joe's shoulder at the hot
pictures, as I rub my stiff dick along Joe's asscrack.  After a while, I
begin to insert my dick between Joe's thighs.  I move a little, find that
there's too much friction, back off, spit into my hand, and lubricate Joe's
thighs with my spit.  It works fine.


This continues for a long pleasureable period, when suddenly Joe says, "Do
you really want to get in?"


Somewhat shocked, but definitely interested, I say, "Umm, yeah, that would
be good."


Abruptly, Joe hunches up his ass high in the air, throwing my body back,
and says, "Try it now. Now, you'll be able to really get in."


Tentatively, I place the head of my dick against Joe's exposed asshole.
The hole is visible, puckered, small. Joe's asscheeks are pulled apart.  A
little bit of hair rings the hole.  I slowly, gently, try to penetrate.


"Push,"

Joe suggests.


I do.  And abruptly I sink in to the hilt.  It scares the shit out of me.
Joe cries out.  I immediately pull out, not sure exactly what happened.  I
certainly didn't expect it to happen like that.


"It's okay, it's okay," Joe assures.  "You can go in again, but just be
careful.  It takes a few minutes to get used to it."  Again, the expert.


But I'm having none of it.  "Uh-uh. I don't want to do it any more."


Joe doesn't insist.  We both get off a little later, in our more accustomed
ways.  As we dress, I ask Joe about what had happened.  Did it hurt?  Did
his ass feel okay?  Is it okay to do that stuff?

"Oh, yeah," assured Joe casually.  I know it's alright.  And I know it can
be done because I've had it done to me before."


"You have?" I say, amazed.  "When?  Where?  Who by?  Anybody I know?"


"Nah.  Back in Brooklyn.  A while ago.  Did it a few times.  With an older
guy I knew there. Once we did it on the roof of our apartment building."


I was duly impressed.  But it was a long time - a very long time- before I
ever tried fucking again.


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