Date: Thu, 13 May 2004 10:11:58 -0400
From: Captain Swing <CaptSwing@webtv.net>
Subject: Six Years 5

I thought of Richard often over the summer.  Even when I was blowing
Timmy, currently my favorite little sex buddy at home, I imagined it was
Richard's dick I was slurping on:  they were about the same size. I
couldn't wait to see him again.  Late in August when I asked my Mom
about plans for the Labor Day get-together, however, I got an unpleasant
surprise.

"I thought you weren't going, Brian.  You said you'd be too busy getting
ready to leave for college.  Don't you remember?"

Shit!  I did remember, once she reminded me, but I'd said that in June,
before I knew how much fun Richard and I would have.  I'd carefully laid
the groundwork for getting out of going to the Labor Day reunion, and
now I wanted desperately to go.  Served me right, but SHIT!

Happily, Mom quickly saved the day.  "If you've changed your mind, I'm
happy.  You know I like for us all to be together at these things  We
might not have that many more opportunities.  I'll see what we can do
about the sleeping arrangements."

The next day I asked her if she and her sisters had worked everything
out.  "Almost.  We can put all the little kids in the living room and
Cindy and Pam in that small bedroom in the back and you and Richard on
the upstairs porch.  That just leaves Karen, but we'll think of
something."

"What about Duane?"

She looked uncomfortable.  "Oh, Duane won't be there,  He's...away."
Away?  Duane never went anywhere.  But I didn't care--so much the
better.  An idea hit me.

"Mom, why don't you put Karen and Cindy and Pam on the porch and me and
Richard in the back bedroom?  That takes care of everybody."

She brightened.  "You've always slept on the porch before but that might
work.  I'll go call Jane right now."

A few minutes later she called to me from the kitchen.  "Brian, there's
just one thing.  The back bedroom only has a double bed.  You and
Richard would have to sleep together in that.  I don't know how you'd
feel about that."

You can imagine how I felt,  but I knew I shouldn't seem too eager.  I
frowned.  "I don't know.  I guess.  It'll only be a couple days; I guess
it won't kill me.  He doesn't wet the bed does he?"

She laughed.  "I'm sure he doesn't.  It's all set then."

I couldn't believe how well this was all working out.  My only concern,
a small one, was that Richard might have lost interest in fooling
around.  All the kids I'd known did so eventually, but he was still only
twelve so I wasn't too worried.  Any doubts I might have had vanished in
the first few minutes at the beach house.

We'd arrived just a few minutes before Richard's family.  I was upstairs
unpacking, and eyeing the bed we'd soon share, when I heard them come in
downstairs, followed by Richard's footsteps running up the stairs.  He
burst into the room  We stared at each other for a brief instant, not
speaking, before falling into each other's arms.  We hugged each other
as hard as we could.  I gazed at Richard's sweet face, cuter than ever,
and without thinking pressed my lips to his.  He responded without any
hesitation at all and instantly we were locked in a deep passionate
kiss, our tongues deep in each other's mouth.  Except for the brief peck
as we were leaving in July, I'd never kissed Richard before.  In fact,
I'd never kissed anyone I cared about.  I'd gone on a few dates with
girls, for appearance's sake, and done some kissing there, but I never
would have dreamed of trying to kiss any of the boys I had sex with.
They'd have killed me if I had.  But with Richard it just seemed
inevitable, like something we had to do.  Once we started we couldn't
stop.  We clung to each other, grinding our groins together and kissed
like kissing was the only thing we ever wanted to do.

I reached behind Richard to lock the door and then pulled him over to
the bed without breaking our embrace.  I fell backward on the bed and
pulled him down on top of me.  He pressed down, still grinding into me.
Finally I forced my hand between our bodies to fondle him.  I managed to
get his zipper down and reached my hand inside.  His jockeys were
wet--too wet.  I broke off our kiss.

"Richard, did you cum already?"

He smiled sheepishly.  "Yeah.  Just a minute ago.  I tried not to but I
couldn't help it.  I didn't jerk off all week to save it up for you but
it didn't work."  His smile grew.  "Never mind.  I can do it again in a
few minutes, remember?"

He hopped up and began to strip off his clothes.  He gave a disgusted
"Yuck" as he slipped down his soggy briefs.  His load must have been
enormous.  My heart leapt as I saw his cute little dick and dangling
balls for the first time in almost two months.  I can't honestly say
they'd grown, but the little patch of hair above them had definitely
filled in a little.

My own cock was screaming out for attention and I began to unfasten my
belt.  Richard stopped me.  "Let me do that."  He got on the bed and
undid the belt and the button and pulled the zipper down.  I raised up
my ass so he could pull my pants and shorts off as I stripped off my
teeshirt..  Richard went back to my groin, took hold of my cock and,
after grinning up at me, began to lick it .  After a few minutes of
driving me crazy with his smooth little tongue he gave me another grin
and then took the whole head of my dick into his mouth, licking all
around the rim and managing to slide down far enough to take in an inch
or two of the shaft.  I wondered if he'd been practicing, but I didn't
really care.  It felt too good.

I sat up so I could reach Richard's leg and pulled him toward me.  He
understood what I was trying to do and shimmied up so he was next to me,
facing the other way.  His dick, hard again by now, was only a few
inches from my face; I quickly sucked it in.  We laid there, sucking,
slurping, licking, slobbering on each other.  I laughed inwardly as I
became aware of the sloppy wet noises we were making as we devoured each
other's dick.  I didn't care.  I think if the whole family had burst
through the door I wouldn't have been able to stop sucking Richard.  Too
soon, the only thing stopped us that could:  we came.  I was first this
time; Richard's improved technique was just as effective as his
clumsiness had been and with a deep throb I sent four or five big spurts
into his mouth.  That must have set him off because he followed almost
immediately with a couple small jets of his own.  I swallowed them
hungrily.  I heard Richard cough a little but I think he swallowed most
of my load too.  I  didn't ask.

Richard moved up to lay beside me and we were quiet for a few minutes,
giving each other small closed-lip kisses.  Finally he spoke.

"That was so cool, doing it at the same time.  Why didn't we do that
before?"

I gave a short laugh.  "You kind of have to be laying down.  We've never
had sex in a bed before."

"Oh yeah."  I told him it was called 69ing, and why.  He thought that
was cool too.  It wasn't long before the inevitable:  "You want to do it
again?"

"Sure, Richard, if you want to.  If you can."

"Of course I can."  Of course he could, and he did.  So did I.  It was
as great as the first time.

Afterward we decided to go for a swim in the ocean and put on our
bathing suits.  I was surprised to see that Richard had brought a
Speedo-type, unlike the trunks he'd worn before.  I smiled at him.

"Damn, Richard, if you get a hardon in that thing the whole world will
see it.  I'm going to have to be sure to keep your balls drained all
weekend."

He laughed.  "Sounds good to me."

I did my best.  After a hour or two in the water we went back upstairs
and I blew him again.  That held him until bedtime, when he insisted on
two more 69s.  That made six times he'd cum that day: I was pretty proud
of myself that I managed four, considering I didn't start until after
noon.  We both had no trouble falling asleep.

When I woke up it was still early.  I looked over at Richard; he was
awake too.  He smiled at me.  "Morning, Brian."

"Good morning Richard."

"I made breakfast for you."

"You what?"

He couldn"t help but laugh at the joke he'd worked up.  "Yeah.  We're
having sausages."  He pushed down the sheet to show me his hard dick,
which he held between two fingers and wiggled at me.

I held my breath, figuratively, and decided now was the time to try out
the new plan I'd devised.
"I'm not hungry."

"Sure you are.  You're always hungry for this."

"Nope.  Not this time."  I made a concentrated effort not to smile.

"You're kidding.  You know you want to suck it."

"Nope.  I'm not kidding.  I don't want to suck it.  I'm not going to
suck it."

Richard stared at me, his smile fading.  "You're kidding."

"No.  I'm not."

I was afraid he might cry.  "But why?" he almost wailed.

Finally I allowed a smile to turn up the corners of my mouth.  "Because
I want you to fuck me."

Sheer astonishment caused Richard to act like a bad actor in an even
worse sitcom. His eyes widened and his mouth opened and closed as he
tried to find words..  He sputtered like I'd never seen anybody do in
real life.  Finally he managed to speak.

"Fuck you?  You mean, like...fuck you?  You mean like ...in
the...like...in your... behind?"

"You know a better place?"

He struggled again for words.  "Do you...I mean...do people really do
that?  I mean, I've heard people talk about that but I thought it was
just talk.  Just a joke."

"They really do that.  And now we're going to do it.  You'll love it."

"Doesn't it hurt?"

"Sometimes a little bit, but only at first.  Then it feels good.  Me I'm
talking about.  It won't hurt you at all.  It'll feel great."

"But isn't it, like... dirty?"

"Do you mean sex dirty or dirt dirty?  It's real sex dirty.  That's the
whole point."  I wiggled my eyebrows.

"No.  I mean won't I get...stuff on my dick?"

"Nothing that won't wash off.  No, really, I'll, like,  clean it.  You
don't have to worry about that."

He still looked doubtful.  "Why don't you just suck it?  And I'll suck
you."

"Richard, you'll love this.  I absolutely promise.  OK?"

He shrugged.  I took that for as close to a yes as I'd get.  I jumped up
and went into the bathroom.  I got ready--cleaned mysel and lubed up;
I'd come prepared.  When I got back in the bedroom Richard was lying
naked on the bed with his hard little prong sticking up.  It was ready
even if he wasn't.  I knew it would probably be easier if I just sat on
it but I didn't want to.  I wanted Richard on top. I lay down next to
him.

"Ready?"

"I guess.  But I don't know what to do."

"That's OK."  I took a deep breath and lifted my legs, pulling them back
and apart.  "It's all yours."

"But what do I do?"

"Take a look at it first so you know what you're aiming for."

Reluctantly he did.  "I've never seen an asshole before  It doesn't look
like I thought it would.  It's got some hairs around it.  I didn't know
they had hair."

"I guess some do.  I haven't seen that many myself to tell you the
truth."  The ones I'd seen were 12 or 13, 14 at most.  They didn't have
hair.  "Stick your finger in.  Slowly."

"Ewww."

"Richard, it's clean.  I promise."

Tentatively he touched it. "You said it was clean.  Why's it all
greasy?"

"That's lube.  I put that on so you could get in easier."

"Oh.  That's a good idea."  Slowly he stuck his skinny little index
finger in.  I felt it but it didn't hurt.  Without prompting he began to
go in and out, finger-fucking me.  It felt good.

"That's good Richard.  Now try two fingers."  He complied.  That felt
good too.  "Now three."  I got used to the feeling of that.

"OK, Richard.  W're ready for the main event."

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Sorry to stop here.  More soon