Date: Sat, 16 Feb 2013 23:58:31 +0000 (UTC) From: fiveholepunch@comcast.net Subject: Baa Baa Black Sheep Part Three Please support Nifty with a generous contribution. Baa Baa Black Sheep Part Three By the next day I was already thinking about when I could abuse myself again. Every day, when I came home from school, I hoped that my mother had gone out to run some errands. All the rest of that week there was never time for me to be alone. I desperately tried to think of some way for me to do my "wiener rubbing game," as I thought of it, but I knew there was no way if my parents were home that I could keep from being overheard groaning in ecstasy. Finally, at the end of the week, on Saturday morning, both my mom and dad went out together and I could do what I had been thinking about almost every waking hour. Once again I stripped naked and quickly rubbed myself to a noisy orgasm on top of my stacked pillows. Although, it can be said that, in my innocence, I had no idea that this overwhelming feeling had a name and was something that anyone else but I knew of. Since I knew I was going to have a couple of hours to myself on this Saturday morning, I decided to take my time and not rush before making my penis throb for a second time. I studied, if that were possible, the two pictures with even greater intensity. I looked closely at every blurry detail, so much so that I was seeing more Ben-Day dots than an actual image. I was drawn repeatedly to the picture of the ram, specifically his long, thin erection. I wondered what it must be like to have something that stiff and hard being thrust forcefully inside you. Now truthfully, I, like most boys, had fingered my bottom every so often, whether in the bath with soapy fingers or even while sitting on the toilet. These are momentary indulgences. But this Saturday afternoon, as I lay naked in my bed looking at the rampant embodiment of male penetrative prowess, I began to imagine myself as the recipient of such unrestrained lust. Semiconsciously, I reached back to finger my boyish opening. I could feel, between the smooth cheeks of my buttocks, the tight annular ring beneath sensitive, slightly puffy skin. Tentatively, I pushed against my virgin anus; it reflexively tightened. I tried again. It was too uncomfortably tight. I had an idea. After smelling my index finger to make sure it wasn't too dirty, it wasn't, I just had a bath the night before, I licked my finger to make it moist with my saliva. Reaching back, I rubbed my rosebud with the wet tip. It tickled. The slipperiness of my saliva caused my finger slide back and forth in between my cheeks. I writhed at the pleasurable sensations from my rear end. This, in turn, caused my still hard penis to squirm between my belly and the woolly material atop my pillows. "Ohhh!" I moaned from the doubled pleasures of the flesh. I brought my finger to my mouth again. It was even wetter this time. Back I went, smearing my cleft, making it even more slippery. I looked up at the picture of the animal, its penis stiff and pointing. I pointed my finger and put it to the center of my puckered orifice. I pushed slowly and, after a few twitches, the tip entered. "Ooh!" I stopped for a moment. I looked at the ram ready to mount in the photo. I imagined his penis ready to enter me. I pushed my finger steadily forward into my bottom. "Uhhhh," I exhaled forcefully, my eyes closing in pleasure. My hips elevated receptively, reflexively seeking penetration. As I gently slid my finger in, I could feel the bulge as I passed my second knuckle. Gripping the pillows with my free hand, I started to slowly slide my finger in and out. With my bottom in the air, just the very tip of my penis brushed exquisitely across the rough fabric below me. "Uhh ... Ohh ... Nnnhh ... Mmmm ..." A pressure built inside of me. I wanted - I couldn't think of what - only that I wanted more. I slid my index finger out of my rectum and brought my thumb to my lips and sucked it until it was dripping. I returned it to my bottom and, after finding my creamy opening, put the wide tip to the entrance. My thumb went in with distinctly more effort, its thickness making me grunt. "Unnggh!" Looking at the ram atop the ewe, I penetrated myself roughly, my head full of pastoral imaginings. "Uhnn ... Uhnn ... Ohhh ... Uhnn ..." I abused my bottom, but somehow I just couldn't get deep enough. I pushed my stiff member hard against the wool covered pillow and then tried to push myself back on to my thumb with even greater determination. I became frantic in my attempts to both take and give. "Uhh ... Uhhh ... Uhhhh ..." I could feel it coming. I held my breath. It was going to happen. From deep down I grunted loudly in visceral satisfaction. "Uhhnngggh! ... Uhhnnggh! ... Uhhhngh! ... Ohhh! ... Ohhh!" I groaned and cried out in the throes of orgasm. My anus squeezed repeatedly, forcing my thumb out of my rectum in a series of pulsing clenches. My penis throbbed sympathetically. I didn't know which pleasure was more intense. I was overwhelmed by sheer sensation. I collapsed on my pillows, trying to regain my breath. "Ohh ... Ohh," I blissfully moaned, over and over. All of a sudden I heard a key being inserted into the front door lock. My parents were home! I panicked. Jumping up stark naked, I grabbed my pillows, realizing too late my fingers were just up my butt, and threw them under my spread. My sock flew across the room and I scrambled to retrieve it. I could hear the front door open. "Tanner, we're home!" my mom called out. I grabbed the sock and tossed it under my bed. Standing up I saw my sheep picture on the bedspread! I grabbed it and crumpled it into a ball. Where can I get rid of it? I threw it into my trash can. I now began trying to put my clothes on, first grabbing my pants. No, wait, my underwear first, stupid! I still had a stiffy. I can't get caught like this! I almost fell over trying to put my undies on two legs at once. "Tanner, we're home honey." I got my undies on and one leg into my jeans. I grabbed my t-shirt and slid it on in less than a second. Then, I noticed my secret drawer was open. I tried to push it shut with my free foot while grabbing my sweatshirt. "Tanner?" "I'm upstairs in my room," I yelled, "I'll be down in a second, mom." I got my sweat shirt on and put my other leg in my pants. I pulled them up over my deflating, but still half hard, erection and belted and zipped with difficulty. I sat on my bed and tried to pull my socks on and push my secret drawer in the rest of the way at the same time. I could feel the wetness of my heinie soaking into my cotton briefs. "Tanner, come on down, sweetie, we got you some lunch." "I'm coming mother," I replied attempting to pull my socks up. I smoothed my bedspread and hid the sheep picture under some loose papers in my trashcan. I would have to get rid of it later. "Tanner, get down here. Your food is getting cold," my dad ordered. "Coming, Dad. Let me wash my hands first." "Make it snappy, young man." "Yes, sir." I washed my hands and straightened my appearance before going downstairs. It was really uncomfortable sitting in the kitchen eating lunch with my parents while I could feel the stickiness between the cheeks of my buttocks. I was very conscious of my butthole, still warm with pleasure, after having fingered myself. At one point my mom asked, "Are you okay, Tanner?" "Yes, Mom, I'm fine." End of Part Three. All Rights Reserved. Copyright 2013.