Chapter 3 Butt Fucking
Albert could feel, and smell, Amos' fear. He obviously wanted to be with Albert, and definitely wanted to at least attempt accommodating his new pal's need. Amos wouldn't tell Amos until months later about the three big jocks who had dragged him off into the woods and raped him repeatedly. When they got done they beat, kicked and stomped Amos into insensibility.
But Albert felt the fear and backed off, taking care of his partner instead of his lust. He held the smaller boy close to him, loosely, so there was never a sense that Amos could escape at any time. That is, he could escape everything except Albert's lips. And tongue. Then there were his gently insistent fingers. Sensitive, agile, eager, amazed, amazing. Lips, tongue and long, narrow fingers explored every corner, crease, and bump encountered while exploring Amos' fair complected body. Black covering white in minute detail. White enticing, urging, inviting, welcoming every move made by his black lover. Albert slowing, backing off every time Amos had the slightest hint if fear or discomfort. He wasn't going anywhere. However much time Amos needed, Albert would give him. Freely and gayly [pun intended].
Man! I wanted him so bad! That big cock of his had tasted and felt so good. And he had been so gentle with me. Caring. Concerned. Taking care of me when I tried to take too much, too fast. Slowing me down, making our union more exciting, better played, more meaningful. I wanted him inside me! I knew it was going to hurt, maybe so bad I'd have to ask him to stop. But I need to at least try! And already he was protecting me, caring about me and for me. Getting me so horney, so in need of having him inside me that I would be willing... no, eager to try.. To have him as deep inside me as I could take him. As deep inside me as he could reach.
Damn! I NEVER got this horny with any girl I've been with. What is it about this uptown white-boy that got in such an uproar? Besides his being funny, and smart, outrageously beautiful.
Beautiful? What the fuck could be pretty about a white BOY? A fucking spoiled rich kid from the suburbs with no way of knowing about how to live in da hood. That's a white face. Nothing like anybody I know. He IS good looking. Just very, very white! Always smileing. That's it. He just sees me. And he's happy to be with me. Maybe he's just as lonley as I am.
"Amos... You OK with this. With what we're doing?"
"Mmmmm, yeah."
"You done this before?"
"I've sucked some guys. It started when a couple of BMOC's in Jr High took me out behind the gym and made me suck their dicks. They were trying to humiliate me. So they could call me bad names and put me down. But they had nice hard bodies and nice hard dicks, so I sucked their brains out. I didn't know shit about fellatio, but it was easy to learn, especially since neither of them boned up to more than six inches. I sucked them off three times each. Lunch period was half over when I left them laying in the grass, snoring. I went and joined the girls I usually ate lunch with and told them all about what had happened. One girl didn't believe me and went and looked for herself. She came back saying she'd seen them just where I said they were only their pants were still down around their knees, they were snoring... and hugging each other.
"The story was all over the campus before my bullies even woke up. That was the last time anyone got stupid because I sucked their balls dry. And I had a bunch of guys, jocks mostly, who would come to me needing to share a load or two with me. Everyone at school knew I was gay. I never came out of the closet. Mostly because I never went into the closet. A guy wanted his dick sucked all he had to do was ask politely or show me a hard dick in the showers after gym class. The guys drafted me as their waterboy for Football, Basketball, Softball, and the Gymnastics team. My rule was `Win the game and I'll be in the showers after the game, sucking off the whole team. Lose the game and you're cut off until you do win a game.' The coaches were amazed when their teams started being undefeated. They also knew better than to look into the shower room. Some of the coaches insisted that they were part of the team and took the opportunity to show their boys how an experienced adult fucked a faggots throat. They also talked with their boys about how a real man treated other people, female or male, who were willing to share sex with them.
"So, I was really popular, the guys got real protective of me and I did my best to deal with their nearly constant randy hornies. A couple of the guys tried to talk me into letting them mount my butt, but, somehow, I knew I had to save that for someone who I could love; could love me. My virginity would be my gift to the man I wanted to bond with for the rest of my life."
Both boys moved closer together, snuggling and whispering and giggling. Hands touching, exploring, discovering all of each others tickle paces, erotic places, how to turn tickle places into erotic places, and vicety-worster. Tongue-tag quickly turned play into an inflamed, highly erotic interaction. Both boys were intensely aware of, and interested in Amos' ass. Amos had his upper leg latched down over Albert's hip, his heel drumming on the small of his partner's back. Albert was intensely focused on the small pucker at the bottom of Amos' buttcrack. He had never encountered a pussy that grabbed his fingers the way Amos' tight pucker did!
I started just feeling up and down Amos' butt. He surprised me when he put his leg up over my waist, opening his crack to me, making that tight little hole of his an open invitation to my lust. I've never had a woman turn me on like this. Clinging to me as if he was afraid I might jump up and run away, just because we both knew that my being able to get inside him just wasn't possible.
What a passionate lover! That big cock of his was trapped between our bellies and feels wonderful! His trying to fuck my belly, while eagerly accepting my cock thrusting against his belly and thick, beautiful Amos reamer. I have to do everything possible to let him be a man... without hurting me. Oh, it's gonna hurt! That's for sure! But I'm still afraid that he'll go past a little unavoidable pain and actually hurt me. He's bigger and stronger than me. What am I doing exposing myself like this to a black man . A black inter-city tough. Everything I'd ever heard about black people should have made me run away. Albert isn't like that! Not at all. I can feel his need. Smell his lust. Taste the randiness from every pore of his body. Yet I needed to be the aggressor. I could feel him wanting, needing me, yet pulling back, afraid that I'm so fragile that he might really hurt me. Well, we'll see about that! Maybe I'll be hurting HIM!
Yeah! Hurt him so good that he'll think he's dying. I've done that to other kids with my mouth. No reason I can't whoop him with my ass! That was one hell of a surprise when he whispered in my ear to keep his secret safe, he's an eighteen year old virgin, just like me. A couple of virgins trying to teach each other how to fuck! Oy! Have mercy!
Shit! He's a virgin too! What the fuck do we do now? Amos sez to quit sweating the small stuff! That virgins had been learning about sex from each other since Adam and Eve. So, did I want to be Adam, or should he fuck my brains out? We laughed about that and then I rolled on top of him and fucked his belly, hard! Until he KNEW just exactly who was going to be on top. ALWAYS!
I'd never leaked cock-snot like this before. My boy wasn't doing a half bad himself, putting lube down on his end just as thickly as I was at my end. Which is a good thing considering how hard we were fucking at each-other. If we hadn't been lubing we would have been punching fuckholes in each others belly.
My man, Albert. Yeah! That felt really good. My Man Albert! My man, my lover, my black, loving, strong, careful lover-man. Does he feel the same? /.Has he fallen in love too? If he has, if he does fall for me like I've fallen for him, that's good. I have to be careful. If he's in love with me, that's wonderful. If this is just sex to him, I've GOT to give him freedom to fuck me and walk away.
Jeeze! I've been hornier than hell before. Any number of girls have given me blue-balls. I've never felt like this before. Yeah. I'm horny. Hornier than hell. But it's not like, horny to get a piece of ass. Horny to fuck. --GOD! He sucked my balls dry yesterday. He trusted me so much he went down on me until his face was rubbing my pubes. He didn't care if I throat-fucked him until he past out, trusted me to know and to not hurt him. And now he was opening his ass to me. I'm finger-fucking the hell out of him with two fingers and he's squatting down on them like he wants another finger working his ass over, opening him up, spreading and stretching his asshole until it could be my fuckhole. He wanted me to open him up so he could swallow my dick with his throat, AND WITH HIS ASS!!! Damn! He wants me to fuck him... he's eager to take my virginity. He's doing what no girl has ever tried to do. He's going to pop my cherry just like I'm gonna pop his.
Jeeze, there he goes! Pushing my ring finger in there with the other two. Jeeze! The harder I finger him the harder he humps my fingers, the deeper he wants my fingers, The harder he squeezes my fingers. Damn, my dicks throbbing like it's totally eager to do it's part, deflowering Amos. Opening him, fucking him hard just like I fucked his throat yesterday. Yesterday? Yesterday this boy, MY boy, took half my cherry and swallowed it whole; now he Was making me give him the other half so he could chew it up with his ass until all I had was the limp, useless piece of flesh just dangling there, totally uninterested in any more sex. And now he wanted to do the same thing to me only with his tight ass.
There! Four fingers! Really opening the man-pussy but good! Getting it ready for MY cock! Getting MY ASS ready for MY COCK!
My god! He was taking all four fingers, and swallowing my palm, gettig it as greasy-lubed as his ass! What the F U C K!? My pussy buster wants my hand out of there so it can really open the kid up, ALL the G-D way!
Oh, WOW! Man he was totally working my ass over. He was doing me so good that my four to five day opening process was way off base. Now it looked like, ready or not, I was going to get the dick I wanted, TONIGHT! And I wanted it! Bad! No matter how hard he fingered my ass it was biting back, working his hand just as hard as his hand was working me. Ooooooooh... I'm gonna get his dick in me tonight! No waiting. My new lover was going to fuck me tonight. What a way to die...
Jeeze. Four Finger Fanny Fuck! I could everything but get my thumb and knuckles into him, an he was trying to get me to do that! OK. I had to be in charge or my all too willing boy was gonna ruin hisself. There's only one thing to do!
Rolling over and scootching up to put his back against the smooth-bark elm, it was no great effort for Albert to pull Amos up across his lap. The big black kid held the younger boy down with one hand and used the flat of his other hand to remind his boy just who the hell was in charge. His boy got seriously pissed off, kicking his feet and going on and on about how this was one lousy way to run a rape! How he expected more from a city kid who really SHOULD know more about fucking a perfectly good ass! Albert just kept working Amos' ass over until the boy quit cussing, was crying pretty good as his ass was doing everything except actually glowing in the dark.
You going to be a good boy now?
Yes (hic), Sir.
You want me to spank you some more?
If you want too...
Albert realized that he was going to have to be careful because this boy was trying his best to make his lover happy, and love him back. He laid back down and snuggled Amos back into his arms.
You want me to see if you're open enough to take me into that hot ass of yours?
You want me to spank YOU if you don't!
Both boys laughed, hugging and kissing the whole time. When they finally quieted a bit, arms and legs entwined in a Gordian Knot of lust, caring, lust and lust. Both were truly, finally ready to try the next step... a huge, mind bending step...
Albert was so excited, so ready, swollen so large that the slited tip of his foreskins contents was peeking through a small circular opening in expectation. An opening that Albert had never seen before without manual manipulation of his foreskin. He'd never seen so much crystal clear lube flowing through the tiny lips of his bright pink cockhead either. All four fingers and the palm of his right hand now fit easily into his lovers hole. A hole that was about to get stretched even larger, larger than either boy could believe.
Albert rolled up over Amos as Amos rolled over onto his back, hooking his arms over his raised legs, giving the black stallion mounting him the maximum possible access. The Stallion rose over his intended with all the power and rampant manliness at his disposal.able
Help me stay in control, Amos! Don't let me get stupid. Guide me, Lover.
No! You're my man! You're in control! You do as you must; I'll love any thing you do. I know I will! Do me, Albert. Do me the very best that you can. Fuck me like the man you are, like the man none of your women were willing to admit they wanted. A man able to take your wanting lover wantonly, fully, completely; take them as a real man is supposed to take according to his needs. Take me Albert. I need to learn how to please you. My virginity is yours Albert. Just as yours is mine! Fuck me, Albert! Teach both of us how to make love happen...
Grabbing handfuls of silken soft blonde hair, Albert held his boys head in place so that the soft cushions of his lust swollen lips truly kiss his Amos as he awkwardly mounted his beloved. Amos, feeling his man carefully, guilelessly trying to get into a position that, face-to-face, he could actually copulate with his man. His very-very tall, dark and handsome man!. Smiling at his lovers tentative approach, as is if he was afraid that Amos was going to jump up and run away in fear, or start laughing at him for thinking he was actually going to let him mount; penetrate; and inseminate his gorgeous ass with the ugly, totally gross growth from between his hairy legs.
Amos, equally afraid that Albert was going to call enough, too much; firmly grasped the pendulous, swaying tube that was meant to join them, steadied and guided the dark organ, helping his Albert find the tiny, pulsing target between his spread legs.
Contact!
Both boys shuddered as the blunt, shrouded head met, and kissed the smoothly lubed rosebud, hot and pulsing in anticipation of accomplishing the heretofore impossible task confronting them.
You gonna try to just jam it in, or are you going to ingratiate your way into me so that we can both enjoy what we're about to experience?
You're the ingrate! You have no idea how hard this has been for me. Having sex with another male! Jeez; If anyone back home finds out about us doin' this stuff I'm a dead man. Fuck them if they can't take a joke! And my shank's about explode so shut the fuck up and concentrate on relaxing and opening up to me so we can pop our two cherries in one safe and not quite insane go while I'm still able to control myself!
Well, there was a very wise older man...
Shush!
Concentrating on each other. Feeling, touching, smelling, tasting. Kissing. Oh... lots of kissing. Both maintaining pressure. Fraction by fraction by lube slickened frictionalized inch. Amos felt himself bravely, carefully, opening to encompass more and more of Albert's blunt truncheon. Albert, sweating with nervous expectation, trying to not hurt Amos, needing Amos. Amazed at the emotions and sensations sweeping through his entire body and mind he very nearly lost control any number of time; yet kept himself from injuring his Amos. Not that both of them didn't experience pain. They did! Dick and Butt both! But, to both of them, the pain was easily worth bringing so much pleasure. Their liking each other melded, somehow, into love during those awkward, pain riddled minutes.
Neither could stand the frustration. Both wanted... NEEDED this. They both lost any semblance of control in the instant. Right here! Right now! Albert on his forearms and toes, his butt held up by the circus sized tentpole jutting from his fevered loins and, for the first time in his life, plugged into the opening into another person. His cum, every shot of it, every drop was going into Amos, inside him, HE... Albert Francis Brown was actually impregnating another warm, living, person. Amos.... What is his name? I'm fucking cumming into another person for the first time in my fucking life and I didn't take the time to ask him what the hell his name is. Shit! Shit, shit shit!
Albert was on his back, legs held securely by Alberts muscle padded shoulders. Totally out of his normal, analytical mind. Alberts massive cock, hard body, and passionate love had driven him around a bend that he had never known about nor expected. A bend that involved totally submitting to another. TOTALLY! There was no top nor bottom involved! They both gave of themselves until there was but one persona, one huge, caring, in love entity. Them!
Albert slept draped all over Amos. Amos just wiggled deep into Alberts warmth. Both boys slept better than then they ever had before! Holding each other.
There is more to this story. Going home. Parents. School. Jobs/work. Life! Maybe later we can go there.
And speaking of life, just did some hospital time. Sorry for the delay but I had to make a decision. Finish the chapter, or keep my leg. Guess my leg won.
Jon
PS. Refrain from getting old as long as possible. Fulfil your dreams NOW. YOU have but one life, don't squander it!!!
----- Permissiveness is the principle of treating children as if they were adults; and the tactic of making sure they never reach that stage.
---Thomas Szasz