Date: Tue, 12 Dec 2000 18:42:11 -0800 (PST)
From: Bobbie <Redbagman@excite.com>
Subject: Warren and the Woodie  part 2

It is hard to say how the word got out. I suspect that somewhere along the
line Warren let it slip, much in the same way that he mentioned Ronnie to
me. At any rate, the word got out that he had "done" my butt.

I never heard the rumor around school, and never really suspected that the
word was out.  After Warren and I had stopped (after close to two years of
activity), however, I found out in a very direct way.

It was at the rock and roll beginnings then and Little Richard was one of
the big acts. We had a Richard in school that everyone called "Little
Richard" only because he was a big rock and roll fan.  He was a full three
years older than I and was at the age where he had his own pick up truck
and that was in and of itself an impressive thing. Most of the guys who
drove did it with the family car but to have one's own set of wheels was
something else.

Back to the story.

Richard stopped by the hardware store where I worked late one Friday and
asked me if I wanted to go fishing Saturday night. Saturday night fishing
expeditions were a big thing. Guys would take along a sleeping bag, some
food and then fish all night on the creek or one of the farm ponds. It was
an all night bleary eyed kind of thing with little sleep, but part of the
rite of passage.  On occasion, people actually caught a few decent fish,
but mostly it was a get out and away and be rowdy kind of thing.

I jumped at the chance.  We made arrangements for him to pick me up when I
got off work Saturday and we would go from there.

I had expected a crowd, but it turned out to be just the two of us.  We
really made this a big event I guess because instead of going down on the
creek or to a pond, Richard said we would go over to the river.  There were
some caves over on the river and that meant we wouldn't have to bother
putting up a tent in case of rain, just flop down our sleeping bags and
fish.

I was pretty excited about the whole thing.

We had taken along some hamburger and a skillet, a couple of potatoes and
some bacon and eggs for breakfast plus more soda than two individuals
should consume in a week, probably just about enough to last.

When we got to the river, Richard set up some "trot" lines while I drug
some firewood into the cave entrance and then we rolled out the sleeping
bags.  Some more of the teen age mentality that I don't understand. It was
probably 85 degrees outside and the cave was around 60 degrees or maybe 70
and yet we were going to need a fire in the middle of summer.  This
particular cave was pretty well back from the road so there was a lot of
dead wood available.

By the time Richard had the "trot" lines set up I had a small fire going
and we were waiting for the fire to burn down to coals to cook supper.

We wrapped a couple of potatoes in foil and put them in the fire and fried
a couple of hamburgers.

Summer evenings last a long time and we finished supper and fished quite a
while before dark.  Every once in a while one of us would go back to the
cave and put a little fresh wood of the fire to keep it going.

By about 9 in the evening, it was starting to get dark and the mosquitos
were starting to gather in swarms along the river bank.  There was
absolutely no breeze, a bad thing when mosquitoes are around. A brisk
breeze keeps them away while, a still night lets them gather and
feast. Finally, we gave up on the fishing and went back to the cave and the
fire where the smoke would somewhat mitigate the bugs.

We were sitting by the fire and Richard commented that it "sure would be
good if we had a little pussy to keep us company."  I, not knowing about
that yet, never the less agreed.

"But, since we don't, guess we might as well go for the next best thing.,"
he continued. I didn't respond, not knowing what was happening next.

"The bugs haven't found us yet, he said, so I'm gonna skinny down," he
announced and very shortly was completely naked and reclining on his
oversize sleeping bag. "He reached into his duffel bag and produced a can
of crisco."  "Ever use this stuff?" he asked, "really makes things slick."

I was following suit getting undressed and looked up. He was greasing what
had to be the biggest erection I had ever seen.  He may still have been a
teen, but in the groin, he was full grown.  "No", I replied to his
question.  This whole thing was a bit embarrassing to me. For starters, he
had about twice as much equipment as I did and in addition, I just wasn't
able to produce an erection on demand that way. I just had a limp young
teenage cock.

Richard was having no problem producing a large erection. He smeared some
crisco on his penis and was soon shooting a considerable load against a log
on the fire.

He looked over at my pitiful excuse, still not erect and smiled. "I bet I
know what you need," he said, half in jest.

I think I turned several shades of pink on my way to a full body blush.

"Too bad," he continued, "I just wasted one on the fire, but I couldn't
wait."

"Couldn't wait for what," I asked, already half knowing what his answer
was.

"Warren told me about the fun the two of you had," he said as he smiled and
started bringing back to life that oversized tool of his.

It is one of the wonderful things of youth. It may go soft but it doesn't
take long to be ready again for most people.  Richard was having no problem
being ready again and I was still in that half limp, half hard stage.

"What do you mean?" I tried to bluff my way on that one and at least find
out what Warren had said.

"He said that you really like a stiff dick up your butt."

The truth was out.

I was faced with a decision. I could admit it was true. I could deny it and
do my best to avoid it.  On one hand, I really didn't want it all over the
countryside that I liked it. It was a small town, and a rather judgmental
community. On the other hand?  For one thing, Richard made Warren look like
a little boy. Richard was just plain what we called hung.  I was excited on
one hand about taking on that monster and curious and at the same time a
bit afraid. I froze.

I decided another question would be the best tactic. "What is Warren
spreading about me?"

"Just the truth, I have a hunch" was his reply.

"What do you mean?" I was starting to become a little defensive although I
didn't know why.

"Well for one thing, he said you liked it up your ass.  That I don't know
about for sure -- yet."

I interrupted. I grabbed my limp cock and pulled it out to demonstrate.
"Does this look like I'm turned on by your hard dick?"

"No", he replied, but Warren said that would be your reaction -- that you
went limp the minute his dick touched your ass."  "Maybe you are just a bit
ahead at the moment."

I didn't know what to do.

I didn't have to decide either.

"Either way, if you like it or maybe you don't really like it, we are going
to find out. The way I figure it is about 20 miles back to town, and I'm
the one with the pickup truck."

That was about as plain as he could put it. He invited me to go fishing and
we came out here because he wanted to ream out my ass. And, there didn't
seem to be any way around that.

Richard got up and put a couple more pieces of wood on the fire and pretty
soon the flames were bright and jumping from the logs.

"We've got the whole evening ahead of us," he said, "and I figure we can
probably get more than one turn at it if we try."

"You kinda make it like I have no choice."

"Well, I suppose you could say no, but I'm guessing you really don't want
to."

"According to Warren, you were doing it quite a bit and you always seemed
ready. Of course, that was a boy size dick you were messing with."

"So I guess you pretty well have something in mind."  I wasn't quite ready
to come right out and admit I liked it or ask for it.

"You might say that." He handed me the crisco can. "Shove some of that up
your ass."

When I hesitated, he took several fingers full of crisco and grabbed my
butt and shoved three fingers of crisco right in.

To be honest, I have never before and never since really felt lubricant
like that, but I could feel that lump of crisco up there.

"This can be some good fun if you don't fight it."

Come on back here.  I obeyed and followed him into the cave just a bit to
where a large rock was on the floor. It was just high enough to brace
myself against.  "Just bend over there and let's do it.  Comon, loosen up a
bit you'll like it. I'll take it easy for a while."

I obeyed and as I bent over I could see our shadow on the wall of the
cave. There I was bent over and Richard behind me with his cock in his hand
moving forward toward my butt. I felt an erotic tingle as I watched the
shadow picture,

Shortly I felt a bit of pressure on my butt and then I felt the tearing
sensation as he leaned forward and the head slid in my butt. True to his
word, he took it easy and just rested there with the head just inside.

There are some cocks that the head is just an extension of the shaft, but
Richard had a real prominent gap behind the glans and it was like it was
designed to be inserted like an arrowhead and then not pulled back out.

True to form I went limp with a drop of cum flowing from my dick.

"Are you ready?" he asked.

"Go ahead easy please," I replied.

He continued to push forward and the crisco let him slip deep inside. There
must have been eight inches plus of cock there and by the time he let up, I
had it all.

He had apparently been down this route before as he started slowly and
firmly, his hands grasping my hips and his thrusts smooth and
firm. Gradually as I loosened he increased the pace and the force . It was
a very full feeling as he rammed forward and as I watched the shadow I
could see him withdraw and then repeat the thrust.  That first quick wank
of his had the effect of producing some staying power on his part. This
wasn't a quick one-two now I'm through. I was getting the fucking of my
life. I soon fell into a push pull pattern that mirrored his strokes and my
butthole was clenching against his shaft, grabbing it as if trying to hold
it back.

And I was loving it.  Although I remained semi limp or semi hard depending
on how you want to define it, there was a steady stream of fluid from my
penis. I was creaming my pants. The back stroke in particular was bumping
the glans against my prostate and it was pumping juice out of me like there
was no end.  Then, I felt him stiffen and stand a bit more upright. Then in
three or four short strokes I felt his wad shot up my ass.  Shortly I felt
his glans straining at my asshole as he plopped out.

"Damn kid, you do know how to fuck."

"I thought it was pretty good too."

We went over closer to the fire to warm ourselves on his sleeping
bag. Richard handed me an old towel and told me to wipe my ass before I sat
down on his bag and then he dragged out an old blanket to cover it anyway.
I saw him take the towel and wipe the crisco and the bits of brown from his
still half hard penis.

"So you do like it, don't you?"

"I guess you know the answer to that."

"Yeah, give me about ten or fifteen minutes and you can enjoy some more."

I wasn't quite ready to argue with him and I wasn't sure that I wanted to
wait even ten minutes.

"Jeesh," I replied, "how often can you get that thing up."

"Every time I get a chance, I'm ready."

"I don't feel like standing up this time, " he said. "Did you ever sit on
one?"

"No, never."

"Then you've got a new experience ahead of you."

He handed me the can of crisco and said, "grease up."

I had no problem in pushing in a large hand ful of crisco into my now well
opened ass.

Richard motioned me over to where he was sitting with his legs out straight
and an erection beginning to stand tall.

"You just squat over me and I'll guide it in for you and then you work up
and down got it."

"Ok, I guess."

I positioned myself over that gigantic organ and slowly let myself down
over it. This was a new angle of attack, but one that was not disagreeable.
I eased myself all the way down and Richard groaned as I put my full weight
down and took all he had to offer. I could feel it thread its way all the
way past the first turn of my colon. I was stabbed full. At that point I
decided to try something that I had really never tried before. I worked at
gripping his cock all along the shaft.  Mostly I clamped down with my
asshole but I also was putting pressure on it deep inside.  Then I started
pulling away and soon had a reasonably good rhythm working for me
considering that I was a clumsy teenager. It took a lot of strokes this
second time around to get Richard off, but after a considerable amount of
pleasure I felt the warm flow of his cum filling in alongside his massive
cock and it going limp. As he started to go limp, He grabbed me and we laid
over on our sides with him resting inside while he went limp. He still had
enough cock that he remained inserted even after he went limp.

We fell asleep in that position and sometime during the night he slipped
out.

More later.