Date: Fri, 12 Sep 2014 17:59:03 -0700
From: odanny dannyo <odannyoh@hotmail.com>
Subject: Not a Dull Town After All

I'd been ready for another boring summer in my tiny hometown filled with
long days of the usual aimless routine. You know, sleep, jack off, watch
Judge Judy. In that order and repeated ad infinitum.

Luckily the commercials were on when Abe Saling knocked that day in June.
Otherwise I might have ignored him.

"Hey, Nate," he said. It took me a moment to process who he was. "Kevin
around?"

He smiled. He seemed even cuter than I remembered, from when he used to
hang out with my older brother. He seemed to be the only black guy in
town.  But maybe my hormones weren't raging as much back then. Seemed to
me this hard on stuff that had just started in my body, all I'd have to
is look at a body too hard, male or female, not so much the guys. I'd
looked him over real close, his body was hard as nails and yet they
seemed soft. His smile was pure killer, and he wore one of those squared
of mustache and goatee, I don't think a white man could look  good in
one.

"Sorry, he moved to Philly about a year ago."

"Oh, man, that's too bad," he said, brushing a braid out of his face. I
gave him the lowdown on what Kevin was up to, and then I asked him where
he'd been.

"California," he said, flashing that engaging smile again. He had a
California tan, and his tight body was draped in a thin T-shirt and jeans
that confidently showed off the goods. His bulge lolled from thigh to
thigh as he shifted his weight. "I was working - inspecting buildings
after the quake. Work ran out, so I'm back here."

"Sorry - that you're back here, I mean."

"I dunno - it's kinda nice to be here. Was hoping Kev would be around
though. There's hardly anyone left these days. Nobody to hang out with."

"Guess not," I said.

"You out of high school yet?" he asked.

"DUH  no, I just out of elementary school and start jr high I the fall",
Pleased with myself for looking older.

"Working anywhere?"

"No, just . . . hanging around, I guess. No one will hire a 12 year  old,
something about the law."

"Damn, you've sure grown since I last saw you."

"I guess."

"Turn around let me get a real good look at you."



To be honest, I was afraid to do that, Mom and Dad both told me I was
growing out of these jeans, especially my ass, it was just getting bigger
and bigger, so much so that the jeans kinda ripped across one of my
cheeks. But why was that a fear?? There did seem to be something in the
air, unknown to me but heavy.

I turned and he spotted the tear right away and I had spun around pretty
quick.

"Well, that was a might quick.. turn again and put your back to me."

I knew something was wrong,, or maybe right because I turned before he
finished the sentence.

That's when I felt a fingertip run across what was the part of my naked
ass.

I turned before his finger came out of the hole, I was scared, I was
feeling something strange.

His finger hadn't time to leave the opening ad the fabric tore even
more it was so worn.

"Damn boy sorry I didn't know that would happen, it's just that your butt
is so white and looks as soft as a tittie."

his whole hand was inside my jeans cupping that one cheek.

"You'd better never let yourself get into prison, someone would take that
for sure."

"Whadda mean?"

"Never mind,, "

and he removed his hand.  Something in me want to cry

He had a strange look on his face, rearranged his pants, and started to
leave.

"Well, if you ever want to hang out - y'know, drive around, get drunk,
whatever -gimme a yell."

"That's cool," I said.

It was kind of awkward - this was my brother's friend, after all, and I
barely knew him. But I wanted to take him up on the offer. Part of it was
the promise of booze and something to do in my bullshit town. Part of it
I think was that bulge in his jeans.

I ran into him a couple of days later. I'd been walking along Market
Street when he rolled up next to me in a big blue van.

"Whut up, Naaaate," he drawled, leaning out the driver's side. "Where you
headed?"

"Just home, I guess."

"Want to go for a cruise?" Holding up a bottle of Jack Daniels I stood
there for a minute, thinking about it. "C'mon, dude, just get in." My
stomach was jiggly and nervous, but of course I went.

As I got into the van he laughed and pointed out that I was still wearing
those jeans I had on the day he met me

'"Well, I did wash them ya know"

"But you didn't sew them up turn yourself around and let me see my hand
can still get in there
"Ah that wouldn't be cool dude."

"Why cuz it would turn you on again?  Wouldn't be like I hadn't done it
before."

I my mind I agreed and so I twisted around on the seat giving him access
to the rip in my jeans.

This time I expected it and so I didn't jump. It felt as good as it had
that day, and he was right I was boning up. One of his fingers touched
the crack of my ass, and I think my asshole. But he pulled right back
out.

"Yep, still fits but boy are you hot back  there."

"You mean my ass?"

"No, maybe I shouldn't say it I meant your asshole."

"Well then maybe you should put your fingers where they don't belong"
trying to sound offended. and angry.

"Sorry bro I thought it would be ok, it's kind of like a "black thing"
you know"

No I didn't know but blew it off.

We drove out of town on windy back roads, past farms and forests. We
ended up on Falling Run Road, which dips down into the trees and doesn't
pass a house for miles. Abe had a case of terrible beer that tasted great
to me right then. Which he wouldn't let me drink until I "tin roofed some
Daniels.' he called I a boiler maker.   I felt unlocked  loose and good,
after my third one.

"Here's the turnoff . . . yeah, it's still here," Abe said, veering off
the road onto an overgrown path. We crashed through tall weeds until we
reached an open field glowing in the fading summer day.

Abe put on Bob Marley, and we took some beers and the Daniels  with us up
the little ladder on the back of the van so we could sit and gulp as the
sun got lower. Abe went first, said he couldn't bare the sight of my
pretty ass.  Abe was a natural talker. He asked me about myself, what I
was into, stuff like that.

"Your brother and I used to come out here and take chicks out in to the
woods over there . . . you know." He gave me an eye that set my pulse up
a notch. "So you got a girlfriend?" he asked.

"Nope," I replied, taking a quick gulp of my beer. The bottle tip slipped
from my lips with a pop.

"What - you got a boyfriend then?" I must have sucked the head of the
bottle into my mouth

"No," I said, reflexively putting an edge of disgust in my voice.

"I don't care one way or the other," Abe said, tossing his empty into the
field. I screwed up my lip at him and turned my head. "Your brother used
to say - well, never mind." That scared me and made me sort of angry, but
of course I didn't press it.

"Relax, Nate," Abe said, lying back on the roof and arching his hips
upward. I realized he'd caught me looking and that it probably wasn't the
first time. "Man, I left my girl back in Cali. It's been too fuckin' long
for me." He cupped his bulge and rubbed it outright. "Seriously."



I chuckled. Abe kept clutching himself. He looked up at me. He ran his
hand up under his shirt, lifting it a little and exposing his smooth,
rippled stomach.

"You like looking at my body," he said. It wasn't a question but a
declaration. "It's OK," he said, massaging his obscenely packed crotch.
"I got a lot to look at. You know what I mean."

The fact that I couldn't stop staring probably said it all. Abe popped
the button on his jeans and slowly unzipped. He wasn't wearing any
underwear. I saw a thatch of golden brown pubes, then his cock sprang up
- thick and getting thicker as it laid against his stomach. He let it
grow, watching me watch him. Then he took it in his hand.

"Man, I'm so fucking horny," he said, slowly stroking. "I need to get
off." He waited a beat - then looked in my eyes. "If you want to help me
out, I won't tell anybody. I mean I'll bet I could make you feel as good
as you could make me feel."

The stock response was there: What makes you think I'd want to do that?
But I kept quiet.

"C'mon, Nate. It'll be between us." He took his hand off his dick, flexed
it so it pulsed and jerked into the air. "Our secret - promise." I took a
deep breath.

"Well maybe but if I did it would have to be in the van," I said.

I climbed down after him,  and he almost wolf-whistled and we crawled in
the back door. Abe had driven that van from California, and it was filled
with his stuff - clothes, pots and pans, CDs. He cleared a space and
spread out a blanket. Then he stripped off his jeans and motioned me to
get between his legs.

Yeah, he had a lot to look at, all right. His cock was big and beautiful,
hanging out from his small pelvis like a juicy bratwurst. I was only a
bit darker than he was. I took hold of his balls and wrapped my lips
around the head of his cock, tasting him. It was salty and sweaty and
totally sexy. Now that I think of it, he hadn't said a word about what
I should be doing, I just did it I  slid as much as I could down my
throat, then came up for air.

"Mmmm," Abe moaned as I smacked the tip between my lips.  This was good,
I thought. I wanted to do more, but I wasn't sure what more there was to
do. He watched me work, groaned as I went down again. It got easier each
time. I was careful to watch where my teeth were and used my tongue to
slather the underside, relaxing my throat so I could take more.

"You like sucking my dick. C'mon - I knew you wanted to. Fuck, that feels
fuckin' awesome." I rolled the head around in my mouth, slurping up his
pre-come.

"If I do something wrong will you tell me?"

"If you do something wrong I'll do better than that, I'll show you."

That almost made me want to do something wrong, but his dick seemed to
call to me. His cock leaked a lot of slimy gooie stuff, that I liked the
taste of.  His balls were now drawn up close to his body, and I probably
could have easily made him pop. But both of us were keeping it slow,
drawing it out, not wanting to rush a good thing.

The sun had nearly set, but some light still filtered into the back of
the van. I was crouched on my hands and knees, bobbing my head in Abe's
lap and savoring the smell of his clean and sweaty crotch. It was unreal:
my brother's best friend.

"Holy shit, man," he said as I ran my tongue under his balls, lapping
against his smooth 'tain't. "You're good at this." He put his hands on
the back of my head. "In and out," he said, guiding my lips up and down
his prick. I'm sure I sucked him for a long while. When I finally looked
around, the sky was totally dark.

"You gotta let me fuck you," Abe said, stripping off his shirt. He took
my hands and put them on his body. I felt up his stomach and pecs, all
smooth skin and tight muscles.

"I don't know," I said, though my ass had relaxed at the mere mention of
it. Abe stood up, well, as much as he could in the van. He hoisted me,
too, and went for my shorts, sliding them down and off of my feet. My
cock was rock hard. He took it in his hand and gave it a couple strokes.

"C'mon. I got some lotion in the glove box." He brushed past me to get
it, swiping his big, stiff dong against my asscheeks. He leaned over the
seat as he rooted in the glove box, his cute butt bouncing around.

"Got it," he said, turning to the back. "Hold out your hand." He squirted
some into my palm and brought my hand to his dick. "You ever been fucked
before?" he asked as I rubbed the lotion onto his dick, making it
impossibly harder.

"FUCK NO, I haven't," I admitted, assuming vegetables didn't count. Yeah
I didn't mention that, huh,, well I have been looking for stuff since
first time at my house. It's like my mind knew what this all was leading
to.

"It'll be good, man. Trust me, you're gonna love it." He'd put some
lotion on his hand and was now working his fist up and down my cock. I
was weak in the knees. He brought his face to my neck and started
nibbling and sucking. At the same time, he slid his lubricated fingers
underneath my balls, quickly finding my asshole and pressing them firmly
against it.

"Yeah, man, you're tight back there, but you're ready. That feel good?"

"Uh-huh," I said.

"How do you want to do it? You want to ride me first? It'll be easier for
you to adjust to it, I wanted to just jump on it, right then and there.

I would've taken it any way he chose, but I was grateful for the option.
Abe stretched out on the floor, holding his prick up in the air. I took
off my shirt, getting completely naked, and straddled his body. I lowered
my butt until the thick tip of his cock met my asshole. Just the
sensation of that, of his cock pressed up against me, was driving me
crazy. I held steady, putting more weight down until I felt my asshole
start to give. Then the head of Abe's cock pierced in with a sharp pain.

"Oh, man," Abe said, his hips bucking upward. I was glad I was on top,
because he could hardly control himself. "Holy shit."

I rested there until the discomfort began to pass, then gave myself over
to that thick and glorious prick, sliding more and more of him into me.
Next thing I knew I was sitting down in Abe's lap completely, more
stuffed than I' ever thought possible to feel.

"Tight fuckin' asshole, Nate. Your ass - you gotta ride me, man." I
pushed myself up and felt his whole self sliding out of me. Before it
could slip out I paused, letting the head rest just inside me. Then I
went back down slowly, feeling every hard inch of him stretch me out.

I was hitting my stride, bucking up and down in Abe's lap while he held
on to my hips, guiding me along as I bounced. I ran my hands along his
tight body. Lean forward just a  bit and thee is this spot I want to try
hitting.. I felt sharply alive, my senses tuned to the slightest
sensation. Then because of my position I felt something wild inside, I
moaned loudly,,

"Ah I found it. That's the button you always want to get a dick to hit."

Well DUH, if I wanted that feeling I was going to follow that piece of
news, if this ever happened again, with anyone.

Abe took my aching hard dick in his hand, stroking me as we fucked. I was
too close. I raised up and let his dick slip out of me. Abe sat up and
turned me over on my back. He propped my legs on his shoulders and slid
right back inside. It felt even better than it had before. Each thrust
hit that spot.

"Fuck yeah, Nate," he grinned, working into me with the unthinking
happiness of a guy with a piece of tail all his own. "You're a class-A
fuck." He got cocky, working his hips in smooth fluid arcs. "You like it?
You like my big dick?"

"Yeah - fuck me, I like what it's doing to me man!"

"Kevin's little brother," he said as he slammed against me. "All grown
up, you hot little slut."

"I love it, man. Fuckin' plow me hard with your big, hot dick." The dirty
talk was getting to both of us. He was working into me relentlessly. I
could tell he was having trouble holding back. He kept his fist working
steadily on my cock as his nuts bounded off of my ass with each thrust.
His muscles were taut.

"You're gonna make me come," I said breathlessly.

"Shoot it, Nate," Abe said, stroking me in earnest. The feeling of Abe's
cock stretching my asshole and hitting way up inside had put me on an
edge that I quickly tumbled over. The first hot shot of splooge came out
like a fountain, spraying a shower of jizz all over my body. Abe kept
thrusting, and more thick come kept splurting out, soaking me and the
blanket. Abe reached down and rubbed it into my skin, his hips working
into me like a machine. Licked his fingers and then rubbed some more onto
his hand and fed it to me.

"I'm gonna cream, too," he said, and held into me all the way, his nuts
pressed tight to my asshole. He called out as he lost it, shooting hot
white streams into my clutching ass. It felt like a gallon of jizz going
up in there. He'd obviously needed it pretty badly.

"Damn, Nate," he said as his orgasm settled.

"Fuck, man!"

He cracked up. He slid out of my ass and sort of fell down beside me on
the blanket, still laughing. I started laughing with him. It was like
he'd fucked a weight right off my shoulders. I couldn't remember when I'd
felt so light.

"Clear your schedule, man," he said as he reached for his cigarettes. "I
got plans for you the rest of the summer."

Suddenly my town didn't seem so dull anymore. I had one hand on tomorrow
and one on the present, and both felt full with possibility.