Date: Thu, 19 Aug 2004 04:59:29 -0700 (PDT)
From: rimpigfl <rimpigfl@yahoo.com>
Subject: THE BOY BY THE POOL 5

Dear Readers: The story is true. Names and places have been changed to
protect the guilty - namely me! This story contains what today we would
consider 'unsafe' sex. Before some of the 'Sex Police' out there write me -
I would point out that it took place at a time when AIDS was unheard of.

I'm dedicating this, to paraphrase the Willie Nelson song, "To All The Boys
I've Loved Before!"

THE BOY BY THE POOL
Part Five
by RimPig   2004

We made it back to the motel in record time. I guess I was as eager as he
was! I wanted to bury my bone up that beautiful tail of his - as badly as
he wanted it done, if not more! I was a little apprehensive, however. I'd
never fucked a virgin before - male or female. In fact, I never did
again. While active with a fisting group, I had a number of 'virgins' who'd
never been fisted before - bottoms who had been turned over to me by other
tops who didn't want to do the deed. I was known in those circles for being
patient and gentle - just what a virgin or novice bottom needs. Oh, I could
be rough, too, which is what the more experienced bottoms wanted but I was
highly regarded as an 'ass-buster' (someone who breaks in virgins).

I can now see a direct correlation between those fisting virgins and
Wade. They wanted it but were not really aware of what it is that they were
wanting, not really aware of what they were going to go through. However,
there is an old saying that 'A Good Bottom Makes A Good Top'.  I had been
through having my virginity taken. I knew how to relax my sphincter muscle
and the muscles of my colon to allow someone to fuck me without pain. I
knew how to 'clean out' or 'douche' to make things more comfortable and
more...well...shall we say 'esthetically pleasing'.  And I knew how to open
up an ass with my fingers and tongue. Looking at all these things, I
realized that I was the best person Wade could hope for to take his anal
virginity!

We got back to the motel and Wade not more set foot in the room than he was
out of his clothes and laying on the bed, legs held back, ass open and, in
his mind, ready to fuck. I looked at him in his eagerness and chuckled.

"What?" he asked, looking somewhat confused at my chuckling.

"Don't bother to 'assume the position' just yet. We have a lot of things to
do before we get to that point. First of all, I want you to come into the
bathroom." I said.

He got up off the bed, obviously confused at this but he trusted me to know
what the fuck I was doing. Luckily, just on the off chance that sex might
present itself on this trip, I had brought my portable enema bag with
me. It was made of a lighter, more expansive rubber than the one I had at
home at that time. (I've since installed a 'douche hose' as part of the
shower nozzle.) I filled it with warm water and told Wade to get down on
the bathroom floor on his hands and knees. I lubed up his hole and the
nozzle of the enema bag. I then explained to him what was going to happen.

I was lucky. Wade had been given enema's before by his mother when he was
young so he was somewhat familiar with the procedure. I told him, however,
that the massive amounts of water and the cramps and the pain that he
associated with enemas from childhood had nothing to do with what we were
going to do. I wasn't going to fist him up to my elbow so all that had to
be cleaned out was his colon. My six inch cock wasn't going to go any
further than that. I had filled the enema bag but explained that I was only
going to use a very small amount f the water each time. It was doubtful
that he was even going to need one bag full. I hung the bag from the shower
curtain rod.

I had him get down on his hands and knees in the bathtub and I greased his
hole with lube as well as lubing the enema nozzle. Now, I didn't use one of
those long, wand type nozzles which were actually for a woman. Instead, I
used a short nozzle which was for actual enema's. I slowly inserted the
short nozzle into his hole, making sure that it didn't hurt him. Then,
before releasing the clip on the hose and allowing the water to flow into
him, I told him to let me know as soon as he felt any fullness from the
water.

I sprung the clip and the water began to flow into him. It was only a
minute or less and he told me he felt the fullness. I clipped off the hose
and gently removed the nozzle from him, allowing him to get up and to sit
on the toilet.

"Do you want me to leave while you let the water out?" I asked.

"No. It's okay." he said, but I could see the embarrassment on his face.

I walked out of the bathroom, making sure he could see me but with my back
to him so that he could have some privacy. I heard the toilet flush after a
few minutes and turned back to find him standing, waiting for me. I put him
back in the tub and again inserted the nozzle. Again, I opened the clip and
this time it was a minute or so before he told me he felt fullness. Again,
I removed the nozzle and allowed him to sit on the toilet while I left the
bathroom again. Again, I heard the toilet flush and this time, he was
already getting into the tub.

We did this four or five times until the water ran clear from him. I had
him sit on the toilet a few minutes to make sure that all the water had
drained from him and then took him into the tub and turned on the shower,
washing him with soap to make sure he was clean. We then went back into the
room and got on the bed.

"Are you feeling okay?" I asked, knowing that sometimes douching could
cause cramps or an upset stomach.

"Yeah! I'm great! Why?" he asked.

"Well, it just the sometimes, when you not used to cleaning out like that,
it can cause an upset stomach or cramps." I said.

"No. Nothing like that. So, you gonna fuck me now?" he grinned.

"Well, I'm going to try and open you up, make your muscles relax and see."
I said.

"Okay." he said. "What do I do?"

"Get on your hands and knees on the bed. Let's see how much I can relax
you." I told him.

He did as I said and then I got the bottle of lube and started, the way I
always love to start, by eating his butt. Of course his butt was totally
clean, inside and out and, because of the stretching effect of the water,
his sphincter was looser than usual. I was rapidly able to get my tongue
all the way in him which was a good sign. He pushed back against my tongue
and sucking mouth, moaning as his ass flared open more and more. Finally,
he was a loose as I could get him orally and I pulled my face out of his
butt-crack and began lubing up his hole, letting my wet fingers slide into
him.

I started slowly with one, well-lubed finger. I slowly inserted it in as
far as it would go, moving it around to feel how tight he was. Frankly, I
was surprised because he was much looser than I expected at this
point. Having never fucked a virgin before or since, I cannot be sure if it
was the fact that he was a 'natural' fucking bottom and had more control
than is normal over his ass muscles than is normal or he was so trusting of
me that he was able to relax more completely. It could have been a
combination of both or neither. I don't know. Whatever it was, I was easily
able to keep adding fingers to his ass until I had three of them moving in
and out, spreading his hole and generally engaging in ass-play while he
moaned and pushed back at my fingers obviously loving the feelings that he
was getting.

"God! That feels so GOOD!" he exclaimed. "Fuck me! Please! Shove your cock
up my butt!"

This display of wantonness was not unexpected. Many males evidently have
this reaction when someone finally relaxes them and plays with their hole,
letting them know how erotic and erogenous an area the ass is. There are
vastly more nerve endings around the anus than around the head of the penis
so this is not an unusual thing. In fact, it is one of the reasons that I
believe nature intended the anus to be used as an alternative 'fuck hole'
to prevent over breeding. I think nature especially meant it for males to
be fucked by each other because the placement of the prostate allows for it
to be so easily stimulated, causing orgasm, by a cock fucking in and out of
the anal cavity. If you want to discuss "unnatural", first try sticking
your right elbow in your right ear. That's "unnatural" because it cannot be
done. Butt-fucking is not in anyway "unnatural"!

"Okay. If you want to get fucked, move over and let me lay down." I told
Wade.

He turned his head and looked back at me over his shoulder. I could see
this confused the hell out of him but he did as I asked. I laid down on my
back and looked up at him. He was kneeling next to me on the bed, anxiously
awaiting what was coming next.

"This is the easiest position for getting fucked. You're going to literally
sit on my cock. What this does is allow you to take my cock up your ass at
your own speed. You control the depth and the speed at which my cock goes
in you completely. You've got nothing to be afraid of because you're in
total control. I'm just going to lie here and you're going to do all the
work." I smiled at him.

"Okay..." he said tentatively, still not 'getting it' completely.

"Just kneel over me with one knee on each side of my hips, facing me." I
said.

He moved over and straddled my body. As I suspected, my cock was still a
few inches from his tight hole because of the length of his thighs. I
reached around his one thigh and held my cock up as straight as it would
go. I should point out here that my cock has a curve in it. It curves
toward my abdomen and also off to the right.

"Okay, now reach back and grab my cock from my hand. Move it around and
squat down further until the head of my cock is against your hole." I
instructed.

He reached back, taking my cock from me and moving his hips and legs so
that his ass lowered, it was centered on his hole.

"Push down on your ass muscles like you were taking a dump. That will open
you up. Take a deep breath and let it out as you push down on the muscles
and then push down on my cock with your ass." I explained to him.

He did what I told him and then next thing I knew, my cock was surrounded
by the delicious wet heat of his teen hole! Oh, God! How good it felt! He
was tight, but not overly so, and so hot inside! He glided down the entire
length of my cock until his butthole was resting on my pubic hairs. I
pushed up with my groin, burying my cock even further in his steamy
depths. He groaned at the feeling but I could tell that it was a groan of
intense pleasure - not pain.

"Fuck! That feels so good!" he groaned.

He looked down into my eyes and grinned at his accomplishment. I grinned
back.

"Fuck, yeah! You're fucking ass is so hot and wet inside!" I groaned.

He really grinned at that and then began to move up and down on my cock, at
first tentatively, feeling it moving inside his chute. He began to groan
louder and louder as he began to move more forcefully up and down, his own
cock harder than hell and slapping against his abs. It was obvious that he
was not experiencing any pain from the fuck. I grabbed his hips and held
him down, stopping his up and down movement. He looked down at me
questioningly, wondering why I was stopping all his fun.

"Let's change positions now. I want to fuck you." I said.

He quickly pulled off my cock and I got up off the bed.

"Where are you going?" he asked, almost plaintively.

"Nowhere. I want to fuck you in my favorite position." I said. "Move over
to the edge of the bed and lay back with your legs up and your ass hanging
over the edge."

He complied and I grabbed his legs behind the knees, spreading them wide so
that his hole was open and visible as I pressed my cock against his wet
hole. I slid all the way inside of him as I pushed his legs back, spreading
them and his butt-crack more so that my entire cock could enter his hot
hole. He groaned at the feeling of being entered again but I had no fear by
this point of hurting him. He was loving every butt-fucking minute of this!

I began banging his ass, shoving my cock in and out of his tight hole,
faster and harder with each circuit. He was groaning and throwing his head
from one side to the other. He reached down to grab his cock and jack off
while I fucked him but I pushed his hand away and, instead, grabbed hold of
his cock myself and began stroking up and down it in time with my
fuck-rhythm. He spread his arms out on the bed and began moaning.

"Fuck! Fuck, yeah! Fuck me! Fuck my ass! Pound my fuckin' ass! Fuck me
HARD! HARDER!!"  he shouted and I did my best to accommodate him.

I intensified my slamming of his hole while I also increased the speed that
my hand was moving up and down his hard cock. I could feel that it wouldn't
be long until he came and it certainly wasn't going to be long for me. In
fact, it was everything I could do to hold out and not cum before he did.
Since I wasn't used to fucking, I didn't usually have a lot of 'control'
when I was 'in the saddle'. I knew totally how to control my orgasm while I
was being fucked, but I didn't fuck often enough to obtain that kind of
control over my body when fucking.

Luckily, I didn't have to worry. Within about a minute, I could feel his
ass-tunnel clutching around my cock as his cock swelled in my hand and
began pumping spurt after spurt of hot boy- cum from his cock. The first
spurt went past his head and onto the bed. The rest of them, about eight,
covered his face, his neck, his chest and finally his abs. He was 'striped'
with the white, milky essence of boy/man. That's all it took for me and I
proceeded to dump my own cum-load into his bowels as my hips uncontrollably
slammed over and over into his butt-cheeks as I fucked him.

"FUCK ME! FUCK ME! FUCK ME! FUCK ME!" he screamed over and over as he shot
his load.

"AH! FUCK! CUMMIN' IN YOUR ASS!" I shouted as I unloaded my cum deep inside
him.

But I wasn't done. I had a favorite activity...feltching. Not only do I
love licking and sucking ass, I love to lick and suck ass when it's just
been fucked and it's dripping cum and assjuices. Usually, it wasn't my cum
that I'd be eating out of a butt. Usually, it was in the orgy room of the
baths and I would watch as one guy fucked another one's butt and when he
pulled out, I'd put my face in the bottom's butt-crack and start licking
and sucking at his still puffy, wet hole. I even had guys who loved my
sucking cum from their butts so much that they would get fucked and then
come find me, either in my room or in the orgy room so that I could feltch
them. There was this one young guy - probably early to mid 20's, who loved
to get fucked. In fact, loved to 'pull trains' - getting sometimes ten or
more guys to fuck him in a row. He'd come to my room, climb up onto the bed
and squat over my face and just let me suck all that cum from his well used
ass. It would take sometimes twenty minutes or more for it all to come out!
But that's a story for another time!

I was still buried to the balls in Wade's butt and he was looking up and
grinning at me with such a sense of accomplishment on his face. He was not
longer a virgin. Not in his mouth or his ass.  He'd gotten his ass fucked
and loved it! I pulled my cock slowly from his butt and quickly got down on
my knees, shoving my face into his butt-crack and began licking and sucking
at his puffy, red hole. I could taste my cum and began shoving my cock up
his loosened ass, digging and sucking for as much of my load as I could
get. Wade was probably shocked by this but not for long! He was moaning in
ecstasy at the feelings and he reached down and spread his butt-cheeks to
give me greater access to his hole.

"Ahh! Yeah! Fuck that feels good! Eat my fuckin' butt!" he moaned.

Like I was going to do anything else? But, all good things come to an end
and I was exhausted from fucking him. I'd forgotten how much work 'topping'
is! I finally stood up and flopped onto the bed beside him, sweating and
gasping for breath. He rolled over and snuggled up next to me, kissing me
and tasting my cum and his ass in my mouth.

"That was GREAT!" he enthused.

"Yeah! It was! You have a great ass!" I said.

I could only imagine how much Tommy was going to love it - if he had sense
enough to shove his cock in it! Speaking of Tommy...

"Hey! Don't you need to make a phone call?" I asked.

"Oh, fuck! I forgot!" he exclaimed.

"Yeah. Typical guy. Can't think with both 'heads' at once!" I laughed at
him.

He smiled sheepishly.

"Well, you better go call him before he thinks you don't want to be with
him!" I said.

Wade jumped up and ran over to the phone. He made the call as I curled up
on the bed and drifted off into semi-consciousness, just kind of floating
in the haze of sexual satisfaction. When Wade finished the call a while
later, he got into bed next to me and curled up next to me.

"So what did he say?" I asked.

"He asked his mom and dad and they said it was okay if I wanted to come
stay with them. Tommy sure wants me to. I told him that I would try, but I
don't see how my parents can afford to send me back." he said.

"Well, lets see what it's gonna cost." I said, sitting up in the bed.

I grabbed a phone book from the bottom self of the night stand and looked
up the local Greyhound station. I called them and they told me that the bus
fare from where we were to Greenville, Tennessee was twenty-four
dollars. Of course, that's nothing today but it was a good bit of money
then. But it didn't matter. I had plenty with me to cover it. Now it was
time to present this to Wade's parents. I wasn't exactly sure how it was
going to go over with them.

I'd found out that there were two buses that left for Greenville, one in
the morning and one in the afternoon. I figured that if I could get to talk
to the parents that evening and get their permission, I could put Wade on
either bus for them before heading for home. I'd hoped that they would
understand about Wade not needing to be sitting in a motel all day alone or
in a hospital either.  Wade however had another concern.

"They ain't never gonna let me go. Not for no twenty-four dollars!" Wade
said as if he were talking about the price of a new Cadillac, not a bus
ticket.

"Well, first of all, they put out more than that on your room and second,
they aren't going to have to pay it. I'll be more than happy to buy you the
bus ticket." I said.

"You really want to see Tommy and me together, don't you? Why?" he asked.

"Because you're in love with him and I'm betting that he's in love with
your and the two of you are just afraid to admit it to each other. I
believe in love and I believe that people who are in love deserve to be
together. They deserve the chance to have a relationship. It's that
simple." I said.

"You really think he loves me?" Wade asked.

"Answer your own question. How do you think he feels? How does he act
around you - especially when you're alone together? How does it feel to be
around him?" I asked.

"Oh, shit! It feels so good! When we're alone, he sometimes gets real quiet
and I catch him just kinda starin' at me. Is sends chills up my spines and
makes me break out in goose-bumps!" he said.

"Yeah. I'll just bet it does." I said knowingly.

He smiled shyly at this.

"I guess maybe you're right. Maybe I do know that there's more between us
than just friendship.  At least I hope there is. That's what I want to find
out." he said quietly.

"You mean, now that you know what life is kind of all about?" I laughed.

"Yeah...I want to share some of that with him." he said.

"Lucky boy!" I said.

We spent the rest of the day doing all kinds of sexual things to each
other. He fucked me twice and even feltched me, now that he knew what it
was. We had great fun in the shower having a piss fight with each other -
drenching each other down while laughing like a couple of little kids. I
took him out to lunch and was determined to take him and his parents out to
dinner. I figured they could use a little "R&R" from all the doctors and
stuff.

Wade and I waited out by the pool for them to get back from the
hospital. We went in swimming for a while and then just lay on the chaise
lounges talking. When they finally got home, it was close to
eight-thirty. Wade introduced us and they seemed like decent, hardworking,
'salt of the earth' people. I told them Wade had told me about his sister
and I asked them how she was doing.

"The doctors are somewhat encouraging. Not much though." his Dad said.

"Don't be bothered by that. If they're encouraging at all, that is very
good news indeed!" I assured him.

He looked at me funny.

"What do you mean?" he asked.

"Doctors are VERY cautious about what they ever tell patients and
especially patient's families.  They never want to appear certain about
anything for fear that something can always go wrong and then they can be
sued. So if they are at all encouraging, take that and multiply it by ten
and that's probably closer to what they're really thinking." I explained.

At this, Wades mother got a beautiful smile on her face.

"Oh, that's wonderful!" she enthused. "See, Joe! I told you she was doing
better! I told you she was going to be all right."

Her husband put his arm around her shoulders and hugged her.

"I just pray you're right, honey." he said.

I could see that this was ordeal was really taking a toll on him. It so
often does on males because they are raised with the idea that to be a
'man', they have to be strong. They cannot show emotion and, therefore,
hold it all inside. No wonder we have shorter life-spans than women!

"If you would permit me, I'd like to take the three of you out to dinner
tonight. I know you don't know me but over the last couple of days, I've
gotten to know Wade quite well. There's something that I'd really like to
talk to you about." I said.

"Wade's told us about talking to you and you letting him talk to his
friend, Tommy. He says you're some kind of social worker?" his Dad asked.

"I'm a family counselor. I work with boys Wade's age and younger and with
their families." I explained.

"I don't know about dinner." Wade's father started to say, and I could see
that same 'pride' thing that Wade had coming out. I didn't know how I was
going to counter it, but then I didn't need to.

"We'd love to, thank you." his Mom suddenly said, cutting off her husband.

I got the feeling that his Mom was truly exhausted as well, and really
needed a respite from having to worry about both a daughter, a son and a
husband all at once.

"Well, then, it's settled. My car is in the parking lot, why don't we just
all go in one car?" I said.

I think that Wade's Dad might have put up more of a fight but he was
exhausted as well and since he had both his wife and son against him on
this one, I guess he decided to just give in.

I took them to the steak house and we had a very nice dinner. I think his
parents would have ordered the cheapest steaks on the menu but when Wade
piped up to the waiter that he would have the Porterhouse, I saw his Mom
and Dad look at each other.

"The Porterhouse is a rather large steak. It's for a man-sized or should I
also say 'teen-sized' appetite?" I joked with them.

They both laughed.

"I'll have the filet steak, medium rare." I told the waiter. "I can't eat
that much steak."

His Dad ended up ordering the Porterhouse and his Mom, the filet like me.

As we waited for the food, his Dad turned to me.

"You said you had something you wanted to talk to us about." he said.

"Yes. I understand from Wade that had there been the possibilities of other
arrangements, you all would have allowed Wade to stay with his friend Tommy
and his family but that, since they were out of town at the time, this was
impossible." I said.

"Yeah. That's basically how it was. The hospital called us and told us they
had room for our daughter for this experimental 'protocol' thing and we had
to be there the next day. We couldn't leave Wade all alone. I know this
isn't much of a vacation for him, being alone all the time. The first time
he even seemed happy at all was last night because he'd met you." Wade's
Dad said.

"Well, Wade has talked to Tommy twice now. Tommy asked his parents if Wade
could stay with them and they're fine with it. It's just a matter of
getting Tommy back to Greenville now. I talked to Greyhound today and there
are two buses that go through Greenville daily. The fare from here is
twenty-four dollars." I said.

Wade's parents looked at each other when I mentioned the cost and I could
tell what they were thinking - that there was no way they could afford
it. Before they could say this, however, I continued.

"I told Wade that if he had your permission to go home and stay with Tommy
and his family, I would pay the bus fare." I said.

His parent looked at me with surprise.

"Why would you do that?" his Mom asked.

"Because I hate seeing anybody but especially a teenager in emotional
distress. In teens, especially teenage males, the hormonal levels are very
high and it makes for a very unstable situation, emotionally, even in the
best of circumstances. Add stress as well as enforced inactivity and you
can easily end up with clinical depression. That can lead to dangerous,
sometimes delinquent behavior. That's what happens that sends a lot of my
clients to me." I said, noting the worried glances his parents were making
in Wade's direction.

"Now I'm not saying that Wade isn't a good person or anything like that but
this just isn't a really healthy situation for anyone his age to be in. I
have to think that you're both worried about him as well - when you're not
worrying about your daughter. And there's no reason for you to be in that
situation of having to worry about both of them. Allowing Wade to go home
and spend his time with his best friend until you all come home is a much
better alternative. You know he's safe and supervised and you then can just
concentrate on the situation with your daughter." I said.

Wade's parents looked at each other and I could see that what I'd said made
sense to them.  Under normal circumstances, my age might have precluded
them listening to me but my 'credentials' as a 'professional' made what I
said have more impact with them than it normally might have.

"You're right about us being concerned about Wade being here all alone all
the time. We really didn't have much of a choice in the matter." his Mom
said.

"I fully understand that, given the situation. However, those circumstances
have changed. Tommy and his family are back home in Greenville now and are
more than willing to have Wade stay with them until you get back." I said.

"Son, is that what you want?" his Dad asked Wade.

"Yes, sir! More than anything!" Wade said.

Again, his parents looked at each other and I could almost read the silent
communication that was going on between them. Finally, Wade's Dad looked at
me.

"I guess it would be all right for Wade to go home but we'll pay his bus
fare. After all, we'll be saving money on not having to rent a second room
at the motel for him." his Dad said.

"In that case, let me offer this. The first bus tomorrow leaves at ten in
the morning from Naples.  As I'll be heading home out Alligator Alley from
there, I can see Wade off at the bus station for you while you go on to the
hospital to be with your daughter." I said.

"That would be fine. It certainly would make things easier on us." his Dad
admitted.


"So you mean it? I get to go home?!" Wade asked excitedly.

"Yes, son. You get to go home." his Dad said.

"How long is the bus trip?" his mom asked.

"Just a little over twenty-four hours." I said.

"Oh, dear! That's a long time for him to be traveling alone!" she said.

"The boy's 17, Clara. He's almost a man! He can handle it." his Dad said
and I could see Wade's chest puff out with pride at his Dad's words.

"Do you really think so, Joe?" she asked, hesitantly.

"I don't have a doubt in my mind." he Dad said firmly.

And that settled it.

We went back to the motel and I said good-night to Wade and his parents and
went to my room to relax. I didn't need to pack. There would be plenty of
time to do that in the morning. After all, I hadn't really unpacked all
that much. I left the lights on but lay down and took a nap, figuring that
there was every possibility that I would have a late-night visitor and
might be up until all hours of the night.

Sure enough, it was about eleven-thirty when I was woken up by a knocking
at my door. And, as I suspected, there stood Wade. I quickly ushered him
inside and he casually stripped naked and jumped into the bed. I only had
on a pair of old gym shorts which I skinned down my legs and I was equally
naked. I got onto the bed and he pulled me on top of him. I loved the feel
of his young, strong, hard body beneath me. I had a feeling I knew what he
wanted.

"Fuck me!" he voice merely confirmed what I already suspected.

"How's your butt? Is it sore?" I asked, concerned that the boy was 'biting
off more than he could chew'.

"It's fine. A little sore, but I want it real bad!" he insisted.

"No problem!" I assured him. "Turn over."

I raised myself up over him and he flipped over. I began licking across his
shoulders and then down his back as he moaned and writhed beneath me. I was
harder than I could ever remember being! This kid turned me on all to hell
and back! And his butt was on the way!

I moved down his body and was soon between his spread legs, my face over
his beautiful butt. I took my hands and gently stroked his smooth, hard
butt-cheeks and he cooed deep in his throat. I parted his buns and his
smooth, hairless trunk was visible. I could see his rosebud hole, puffy and
still a little red but winking at me, nonetheless, begging for my mouth and
cock to soothe it.

I ran my nose up and down his cleft, drinking in the delicious scents of
young, horny male ass - a scent that I couldn't resist! I began licking
from the bottom of his butt to the top and he was moaning and pushing his
butt back, trying to get more contact with my tongue. The taste of him was
intoxicating and I was getting 'drunk' on it! I was sinking deeply into
full male rut. I wanted this butt! I wanted to fuck this hole forever!

I shoved my tongue into his ass and his sphincter fought me for a moment
and then surrendered and allowed my tongue to enter his hot cavity. I
proceeded to lick out his hole and get it ready to be fucked again. It took
almost no time at all for his butt to allow me free passage as I fucked in
and out of him with my tongue. He was moaning and writhing on the bed at
the feelings going through his ass. He was getting there - getting to the
point that I could fuck him.

I grabbed the lube and again began working his hole open with my
fingers. Because I had only fucked him a few hours ago, his ass had again
tightened up but quickly became loose enough to fuck again. He was tight
still, but not as tight as he had been. I figured that I had better get to
fucking him, however, before I was so turned on that I could cum on entry
and spoil everything!

I lubed up his hole and told him to spread his legs wide and push his ass
up. This was my favorite position for fucking. I put my cock to his hole
and slowly pushed inside. Wade pushed back and buried my bone deep in his
ass faster than I was going to but I figured he knew what he wanted.  He
groaned as my balls came into contact with his perineum. I groaned as well
at the feelings of heat and wetness that surrounded my cock.

I began to slowly fuck him. I knew I would have to go slowly at first, not
just for him, but to keep from cumming way too soon! His ass was so tight
and felt so good that I knew it would be nothing for me to cum quickly. I
could feel his butt-nut growing under my cock as I slid in and out of his
butt.

"Yeah! Fuck my butt! Shove your cock in me! Fuck me HARD!" Wade groaned as
I began to pick up speed and ram my cock harder and harder into his hole.

His butt-nut was growing and I knew that there was every chance that we
would cum together. I was determined to hold out and get him off before
me. I fucked him harder and faster, rushing closer and closer to cumming
myself when I felt his chute begin to spasm around my cock and his groans
turn to screams.

"FUCK! YEAH! FUCK ME! FUCK ME!" he screamed and his ass tightened around my
ass as he shot his load under him.

"YEAH! TAKE MY LOAD! FUCK YOUR ASS!" I screamed as I dumped my load in his
ass.

I shot and shot, feeling like my fucking nuts were going to shoot out my
cock! Finally, I collapsed on his back, allowing my cock to soften and get
my breath back. I gently licked and sucked at his neck and shoulders as he
groaned beneath me. Finally, my cock softened and his ass pushed me out. I
then slid down his body and again buried my face in his butt, licking and
sucking my load from his puffy, reddened ass. We both groaned as I ate out
his butt, each of us loving it in a different way.

Finally, I moved up beside him and we embraced, kissing passionately. I was
not surprised to feel his cock quickly hardening against me as we
kissed. Oh, to be 17 again! I knew that my ass was about to get a workout
as well, which made me very happy. We both knew that this was our last
night together and Wade, especially seemed eager to take as much advantage
of it as he could.

"I have to piss..." he murmured in my ear as he pulled his mouth from mine
and began licking up from my neck.

"Mmm...I think I do, too." I murmured back.

"Let's not waste it!" Wade said, grinning.

"No, let's not!" I agreed.

We hopped out of bed and went into the bathroom, climbing into the tub. I
got down on my knees immediately and smiled up at Wade. I didn't think he'd
need the water running this time to help get his flow started and I was
right. He began pissing on me almost immediately, aiming first for my
hardening cock and then slowly raising his flow until it was right under my
chin. I opened my mouth and as he pissed in it, moved forward and engulfed
the head of his cock and I rapidly began to gulp down his salty piss.

"Oh, fuck! Yeah! Drink my piss! Drink all my fuckin' piss!" Wade groaned.

We held eye contact with each other the entire time, so much emotion and
passion passing between us that it was almost overwhelming to me - as I
think it was to him as well. He did something then that he had not done
before. He reached out and began to gently stroke my hair as I drank from
him. This very tender act solidified the feelings of intimacy and love that
I felt at that moment.

His flow finally ended and his cock was rock hard by the time that it
did. I didn't think he wanted a blow job at that point. I figured he'd want
to shove that hard dick up my butt. I was right because he only let me suck
on it for a few moments before pulling out and getting down on his knees,
indicating that it was my turn to drench him in my piss.

I rose up and did just as he had done. I began by pissing on his cock and
balls. He was slowly stroking his cock, using my piss as lube. I slowly
moved my stream up his body until it was below his chin. Rather than
immediately opening his mouth, he instead bent his head down so that my
piss was drenching his head and going down his back, getting all of him wet
with my golden flow.  He then raised his head and latched his mouth around
my cockhead and began drinking. I didn't slow the flow down for him this
time and he was still able to swallow every bit. Again, he held eye contact
with me and I reached down and gently stroked his cheek and then ran my
fingers through his piss-drenched hair. After my flow stopped, he pulled
his mouth off my hard cock and grinned up at me.

"Ready to get fucked?" he laughed.

The End of Part Five of THE BOY BY THE POOL

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