Date: Thu, 22 Jan 2004 09:24:00 -0500
From: David Waugh
Subject: Looking-for-sex-6

Looking-for-Sex, Chapter 6
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Looking-for-Sex-6


     After my "affair" with Andy, I lost my taste for
amorous adventures for a while.  Men seemed unreliable and
unloving.  But I didn't switch to women:  it simply never
occurred to me.  I knew that for good or bad I preferred
men.
     The following summer I spent at our country house in a
small village outside the city.  When I arrived I learned
that our neighbors had sold their house and moved to
Florida.  I was uninterested:  what did I care if our
neighbors had sold their house?  But then I heard that the
new owner was a young man who walked on crutches.  He
aroused everyone's sympathy, and my curiosity was piqued.
But I guess he seldom ventured out, so I did not have a
chance to see him.
     Then one day I was playing ball in the yard and by a
mishap shot it over the fence into our new neighbor's
garden.  Shit, I said to myself, now I'll have to go in,
introduce myself, and ask permission to retrieve it.  It was
no big deal, but I was shy and did not like initiating new
contacts, especially with someone I did not know.  But shy
or nor, I had to retrieve my ball.  .
     I knocked at the wicket gate, and as there was no
answer, timidly went in.  I walked to the house along the
path paved with red brick.  Then, suddenly, I came across a
hammock suspended between two trees.  In the hammock, there
was a handsome young man and on a hook attached to one of
the trees, two crutches.  As I approached, the young man
watched me with his clear blue-gray eyes.  He seemed about
20, clean shaved, with brown hair and a very pleasant face.
     I said, "Hi," and stopped unsure whether I should
proceed or not.
     He smiled at me encouragingly and also said, "Hi."
     I waited for a second because I expected to hear a
question, but he remained silent.
     So I said, "I am sorry, I was playing ball and by
mischance shot it into your garden."
     "No problem," he said.  "Go ahead, look for it.  But I
am afraid I cannot help you."
     "I don't expect you to," I said, and right at that
moment I saw my ball in the tall grass maybe a dozen yards
away.  "Oh, there it is," I said and ran to pick up the
ball.
"I am much obliged," I said politely.
     "Come again," said the young man.  "I am alone and
often bored."  Well, that changed everything.
     "Sure, I will come again," I said.
     "What's your name?" he asked.
     "Anthony.  And yours?
     "Rick."
     I wanted to visit Rick the very next day, but I felt
that would be too much.  So I waited for the following day
and went to visit.  But this time the hammock was empty.  I
reached the house and knocked on the door, but there was no
answer.  He must be out, I thought.  I was about to go when
I decided to look behind the house, just in case, and there
I found an old wooden bathhouse which was evidently in use,
at least I could hear water coming down.
     "Rick?!" I called, then knocked on the door.   There
was a moment of silence.   Then I saw Rick's head in a small
window above the bathhouse door and then, when he saw me, he
said, "Tony!  Come in here, buddy, you are just the person I
need."
     "How so?" I asked.
     "I need someone to lather my back," he said.
     "Sure, I can do that."
     He unlocked the door and let me in.
     Naturally, the first thing I did, while I was peeling
off my clothes, was take a look at naked Rick.  Wow, what a
monster!  The man was huge!  I mean he had an enormous dick,
long and thick.  But his balls were a disappointment:  they
were average.  Next to his gigantic penis they looked small.
And his hair was abundant, especially on his chest, but it
was not gross.  Despite his being an invalid, he was very
well built.
     When he noticed that I was looking, he turned crimson
but did not make any attempt to cover himself.
     I put my clothes on a bench and followed him to the
shower.  While he was gone, the water had turned almost
cold, Rick had to readjust it.  I took advantage while he
was fumbling with the taps and took a much closer and more
detailed look at his treasures.  But he must have been
watching me because he turned abruptly and pinched my bare
bottom.
     "Ouch, that hurts," I said as he touched the other bun
with the same hand.  He pinched my ass again, but this time
he did it gently.
     "Is that better?" he asked, his face lit by a charming
smile.  I nodded.
     "Dad," I said hugging him tightly and feeling his pubic
hair and his prick rubbing against my chest, "may I touch
you there?"
     "Touch me where?" he asked with fake innocence.
     "Right there," I said grabbing his enormous penis in
one hand and combing his bush with the other.
     "As long as you don't tell anyone.  If you do, they
will nab me and put me in jail."
     "I know," I said giving his dick a light tweak and a
kiss.  Then I touched his balls.  Although on the small
side, those were testicles of an adult male.  The were
larger than they had  seemed.  I couldn't take both in one
hand, as I thought I would.  So, I rolled them one by one on
the palm of my right hand while holding on to the pecker
with the left one.
     Rick seemed to enjoy it.  He closed his eyes, and was
quietly moaning with pleasure, while his erection now
rivaled an Egyptian obelisk.  And then he caught me in a
bear hug, so that my face rubbed against his hairy chest,
and my tummy against his thigh.  I reached him to the
nipples, and now he reached for my balls from behind, across
my back.  He had long arms and could easily find his target.
While he was caressing my testicles, he kept hugging and
kissing me.
     "You are so beautiful," he whispered in my ear while
playing with my dicky.
     "You too, so handsome," I said.
     We tumbled into an old marble tub that looked out of
place in this rustic wooden bathhouse and continued to
explore each other's bodies.  I was kissing him all over.
Then, without a warning, Rick put his head between my legs
and started sucking me.  And since I was only ten and he
twenty, he could easily take my entire sex - pecker and
balls - in his mouth.
     It was my first experience of being sucked, and I was
in heaven.  It was incredible:  his hot avid mouth full of
saliva enclosing my family jewels and working on my scrotum
and the penis like a piston.  A total bliss!  When I came -
it was a dry come, of course, -- I had tremors all over my
body.  My limbs trembled, I thought I was going to die.  But
I didn't die. Instead, I attacked Rick.
     "It's my turn now," I said taking hold of his gigantic,
excited apparatus.
     "Have you done it before?" asked Rick caressing me and
stroking my behind.
     "No, but you'll teach me, won't you?"
     And he did.
     "Don't try to take the whole thing in your mouth," he
said withholding his phallus when I had opened my mouth to
take it in.
     But I was too excited to listen to him.  I sank on my
knees in front of him and worshipped his enormous piece of
manhood.  I had never seen anyone's sexual member so close,
right in front of my eyes.  From this short distance his
testicles looked enormous, as big as his head.  And his
prick towered like. like a tree, ancient, incredibly strong,
and sturdy.  I passed my fingers across the tawny ringlets
of his pubic hair releasing his male aroma.  Then I took
hold of his dick, right at the base, where it was thickest.
I could not believe my eyes or my fingers, it was so thick
and long.  I squeezed it tightly at the base, where it was
attached to the body, and then went down the shaft,
squeezing it intermittently.  What a magnificent organ!  As
I slowly went down, every vein on the shaft stood out,
screaming for my touch.
     Finally, I reached the head.  The foreskin was so long
that it did not recede from the head even when the pecker
was in full erection.  Instead, it covered about half the
head making the front, with the slit, peek out.
     I kissed the head of his magnificent penis and felt his
balls tighten in their sac.  With one hand, I took hold of
his testicles, with the other I grabbed the shaft of his
phallus and took the head inside my mouth.  Rick moaned with
pleasure.
     "You are so hot, and your mouth." he said.  He couldn't
finish because the intense pleasure choked him.
     His prick was so big that I could not take more than
the head inside my mouth, and even the head filled it out.
There was very little room left to move his magnificent
shaft about, so I went very slowly trying not to choke on
it.  For his part, Rick did not "insist" on ramming his
organ in, as probably most men would have done under the
circumstances, he left it entirely up to me.  But he was so
excited that he came right away.  Normally, I think, I would
have choked on torrents of come, I was so squeamish.  But
with Rick. Something clicked, we bonded.  I didn't swallow
the come but rather held it in my mouth.  And only when he
took me in his arms and whispered, "thank you, my little
one," did I spit it out.  But neither one of us paid any
attention, we were both in seventh heaven.
     After another shower we went to the house and tumbled
into his bed.  There we kept hugging and kissing while we
peeled off our clothes as we went ahead, then slowly touched
each other everywhere.  Then we slowly sixty-nined.  But the
difference in our height was too great to allow us to do it
simultaneously.  So, first he did me while I writhed my legs
around his head; and then I did him while he held me by the
you-know-what.  The last couple of minutes he turned on his
tummy and face-fucked me.
     "Do you want me to fuck you in the ass?" he asked ten
minutes later.
     "If you want to," I said.
     "Well, to be quite honest with you, I don't like ass
fucking," he said.  "The ass is not made for love."
     "No," I said, "and neither is the mouth."
     "You are right," he said.  "Let me show you something."
He got a bottle of mineral oil and applied it first to mine,
then to his genitals.  Then he put his penis - it was
engorged again - between my legs and said, "Squeeze me."
     I did.  His dick, glistening with oil, went in
following the groove between my leg and the scrotum, then
almost popped out.
     "It's called intercrural sex, `between he thighs', do
you like it?"
     "I do," I said, "it feels so. natural, so good!"  I
kissed his nipple, the closest part of his body that I could
reach.  And then we did it again, slowly this time, very
slowly, as Rick moved his penis in my groin, where my leg
met my body and both met his phallus.  This time we both
came together, drenched in our sweat and come.
     And that was the beginning of our love.  It never
ended, but is still going strong.  I am forty, he is fifty,
we have been 30 years together.  And those were very happy
years indeed.
                           THE END