Date: Mon, 13 Oct 2008 02:05:14 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jack deGropier <jackdegropier@yahoo.com>
Subject: Brian

"How does it feel?"

"OK, I guess."

I stroked his hair.

"Does it hurt?"

"A bit."

I held still, my hands on his hips.

"Just relax, dear boy."

"K."

He took a deep breath. He was still sense. I was barely an inch into him. I
was longing for the moment when my "helmet" would clear his tight little
sphincter, that moment when he closes and traps my cockhead inside him.

"Don't worry, I won't go in any further till you're ready."

I gazed down at his naked back, noted the soft down on his flesh, the way
his long hair curled over the nape of his neck. I looked at the twin globes
of his beautiful butt and the wonderful sight of my hard cock poised to
penetrate the crack between them. At that moment, he turned his head and
looked back at me.

"I want it, really I do," he said, his voice trembling. "It's just
that....."

"Shhh, it's all right. I understand."

He smiled at me then, that sweet smile that had first attracted me to
him. I gripped his hips more firmly.

"I won't push into you, Brian. You push back on me when you're ready."

"K..."

I dearly wanted to ram my cock hard into him, it took an immense effort of
willpower on my part not to do it. I had to remind myself that it was the
boy's first time, and even though I had relaxed his boipussy with tongue
and fingers, and even though I had lubed his hole and my cock liberally,
the disparity of size between his little boy hole and my grown-man cock was
considerable.

"It's so big, and I'm so little," he said plaintively.

"It will fit, I promise. Once you relax, you will open up easily. You will
see."

He nodded.

"You DO want me to fuck you, don't you, Brian?"

He nodded again, but didn't speak.

"Say it, Brian. Tell me."

"I want you to fuck me, Uncle Jack," he said in a voice little above a
whisper, as if he didn't want anyone else to know.

"And I want to fuck you, Brian. You will LOVE it when my cock is deep
inside you. It's the best feeling in the world."

He nodded for a third time.

I reached under him and was delighted to find that his sweet little penis
was already semi-stiff. I gently masturbated him in the way I had done so
many times before. In no time he was stiff.

"You like that? You like when I stroke you this way?"

"Mmmmmmm!" accompanied by a sigh of satisfaction.

I continued to masturbate him, but slowly, gently, lovingly. I leant
forward, taking care to keep the tip of my cockhead in place.

"Push back now, Brian. Please!"

And he did. And I returned both hands to his hips and pulled him on to
me. My cock was rock hard and slid easily into him until my cockhead had
passed the barrier of his resistant sphincter. And now it was as if his
sphincter had tightened again and was gripping the shaft of my cock just
behind the ridge of my cockhead.

"Aieeee!" I knew that sound. I had heard other boys make that little yelp
of pain. Many times. For me, it was, perversely, part of my pleasure.

"Hush now, sweetie, it's all right. Just relax. Let's just hold still. Take
deep breaths."

And my brave little boy held still and took deep breaths. Bless him, he was
determined to be a good boy for me.

"That's right, Brian. Just relax now. The pain will soon go away. OK?"

"Yes, Uncle Jack. Sorry. I didn't mean to wimp out."

His words made me wante to hug him, to kiss him on his sweet girlish
lips. No, his words made me want to fuck him really hard now.

"You didn't wimp out. You're doing fine! Tell me, what does it feel like,
my cock inside you?"

Silence. Then:

"It's like I was full, like I wanted to....." His words trailed away.

Yes, I knew what he meant. The natural instinct of the rectum is to PUSH
OUT, and it takes practice to train it to SUCK IN. I had explained it to
the boy beforehand, but clearly with two inches of mancock wedged in him,
he was reacting instinctively, trying to expel the invasive object.

I stroked his hair again.

"Remember what I told you, dear, about sucking in?"

He looked over his shoulder at me again.

"Yes, Uncle Jack. Sorry."

"No need to apologize. It's..........."

And then, I don't know what came over me. I lost it. I gripped the boy's
hips tightly and pushed hard into him. Just one thrust. Deep. Not all the
way, but deep. And I grunted hard as I felt the velvet warmth of his
boi-pussy caress the shaft of my cock. I was aching with desire
now. ACHING. It was my pain, just as the sensation of me penetrating and
filling him was Brian's pain.

"Aieeeeeee!!!"

This time, not a yelp but a scream of agony. I held still again, despite a
compelling urge to start fucking him hard. My cock twitched and juddered as
another surge of blood pumped into it. That scream was a wonderful sound
for me, part of what a boy has to go through to reach the stage where he
will have an insatiable need for a man's cock inside him. He was screaming
now, but one day, and soon, he would be begging me (and the friends I would
introduce him to) to fuck him hard and long and often.

"Hush, Brian, it's all right. Deep breaths remember? It will soon pass."

I stroked his hair again, lovingly, painfully aware of the throbbing in my
cock.

"And then it will feel WONDERFUL! Trust me."

Trust me. Trust the man who is going to make you a slave to mancock, make
you eat, sleep, think and dream nothing but mancock. I continued to stroke
his hair, speaking soothingly I know not what words to help him relax.

And, bit by tiny bit, slowly as slow can ever be, I began to move inside
him, tiny strokes barely an inch in an inch out and back, like a piston
engine warming up. A long slow fucking motion picking up speed until I was
fucking him for real. I tried not to grunt, but it's difficult to be silent
when your cock is working its magic inside a well-lubricated boi-hole. He
was tight, damn, he was small and tight, and my cock was at its max, thick
and long, and together they were in perfect harmony.

"Nice, yeah?" My voice was a croak, I was just too aroused now I had
difficulty speaking.

Brian nodded.

"Move on me, Brian."

And he did, bless the boy. It never ceases to amaze me how quickly some
boys overcome the discomfort of being fucked and get into the rhythm of it
in no time. He started to wriggle and shift to accommodate my cock in him,
pushing back till I was all the way in, feeling his beautiful butt banging
against my body.

"Masturbate if you want to, Brian."

He reached under and wrapped his little fingers round his
stiffy. Perfect. Perfect. There is no better love than the love between a
man and a boy. It's what men need and it's what young boys are for. Simple
as that.

I knew I was getting close now. Those telltale tingles in your belly and
along your thighs that say "Ready to cum!" I HAD TO slow down. I wanted
this to last. I wanted my boy's first fuck to be long and memorable. I
wanted to leave him so sore and stretched that he would feel the
after-effects our fuck for several days. And as he felt the tenderness of
his rectum, he would remember what it was for – a sheathe for the dagger
that is a man's hard cock.

"Good? Feel good?"

"Yes, Uncle Jack. Feels good. You gonna spunk up inside me?"

Damn! His words, the fact that he was thinking about my climax, pushed me
over the edge. My cock stiffened and juddered and the first surge of semen
hit his insides.

"Wow!!!!!!!!!!"

His first experience of being impregnated summed up in a syllable: WOW.

My little Brian knew all about my cum. He had jerked my cock and sucked my
cock many times. He was, you might say, an accomplished little
cum-slut. And now, the best accomplishment of all, offering his body as a
receptacle for my precious man-seed.

Thrust. And again. And again. And again until I was spent.

For some reason, I always close my eyes when I ejaculate - I guess most of
us do – and when I opened them again, I saw the rapid movement of the
boy's arm as he continued to masturbate himself to a dry climax.

"Go for it, Brian! Cum for me!"

My cock had detumesced slightly, but was still in the firm grip of his
tight sphincter. I wanted to stay inside him forever. For ever. Boys have
that effect on you, don't they? At least the ones who really know what our
kind of loving is about.

"Cumming, Uncle Jack!" he gasped.

Despite the tenderness that I always experience in my cock after shooting
my load. I resumed my fucking motion inside him, but this time very very
short strokes, just enough to make it pleasurable for both of us.

Then he slumped, and I slumped, and I lifted him up, still impaled on my
diminishing erection, and lay on the bed on my side, and wrapped my arms
round him. His body curled into mine like two spoons in a cutlery drawer,
we drifted into a dreamy half-sleep.

It's lust that drives us on, but it's love too. It's sex with boys that we
crave, but we love our boys too.

We lead them through the pain to the wonderful pleasure, no, the ecstasy,
that awaits them on the other side.

Plop. My cock finally slid out. Brian wriggled.

"Oh," his voice full of disappoinment.

"Don't worry, Brian," I whispered as I nuzzled his ear, "It will soon be
hard again. Would you like that?"

"You know I would, Uncle Jack."

And he turned his head and planted a wet kiss on my mouth.