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There in the woods, Carl slid the front bench seat as far forward as it would go and we scrambled over it into the back seat. I kicked off my tennis shoes and pulled off the knee-length socks, but left my shorts on. I wanted him to pull those off of me.
As soon as we got settled, I crawled into his lap again, but this time, while he was kissing me, I tore at the tank top, pulling it up to his chin until he let me wrestle it off of him entirely. Bare chest to bare chest, skin on skin, we went back to making out until our slobber was dripping down our chins. His hands felt my body up and down, stopping repeatedly on my butt cheeks. Each time he gave them a squeeze, I would moan into his mouth.
Then he got serious. His fingers slipped into the waistband of my shorts and worked them down, exposing my ass. I wiggled my butt against his fondling hands.
He pulled his mouth from mine and started kissing my neck and shoulder. I pulled his head to me and breathed heavily in his ear. Down to my chest he went with his kisses. Twisting sideways, he laid me on the back seat and his kisses continued down my chest to my belly and on down to my waistline. It tickled, but felt far too good to make him stop. He was pulling my shorts off. I did my best to accommodate him.
Very soon, I was naked. Carl's kisses becoming more directed. He found my stiff, twelve-year-old dick and took it in his mouth, sucking and licking. I sighed in joy, humping against his mouth and running my hands along his shoulders and the back of his head. He kissed and sucked my prick and my smooth ball sack, sucking my boner and rubbing my chest and sides as he did so. When he started tickling my nipples I gasped and moaned.
God, it was awesome.
I didn't think he was going to get me to come, but he started sucking at me with vigor and working his tongue and lips just right. I felt it coming and gripped his neck as I tensed up. It was a muscle-clenching, toe-curling orgasm.
And he swallowed every drop. Once more, he started kissing my belly and chest. Part of me wanted him to rinse his mouth out before he kissed me again, but the majority of me didn't care. I hungrily devoured his tongue and locked my arms around his neck, letting him give me those loving, magnificent kisses of his.
He sat up.
Oh, yeah. My turn.
I almost vaulted myself at his shorts, working the snap and zipper open, then tugging at them greedily. In seconds, I was sitting in the back seat of a car, naked with a grown-up. His dick was hard as stone, pointing up at the ceiling. It was about the same length as Vic's, but was thicker and had a more tapered head. His tuft of pubic hair looked like he had trimmed it back, or it may just have been that he wasn't as hairy as Vic was.
Either way, it was beautiful. I took it in hand and gave it a squeeze and a stroke as I gathered a few more kisses. Following his lead, I started kissing down his chest and abdomen. He moaned and leaned back.
I let his member rub against my cheek as I made my way down to the base of it. When I sat up, I started going down. I knew the process. Saliva, tongue, suck, lick, open wide and go to it.
I jerked him and sucked him and fondled his balls and licked at the dribbling head and kept going. Long after I expected him to come, I was sucking that wonderful pecker, my drool running down the shaft to moisten the clump of curly hair. When I heard him grunt, I started sucking him with a bit more seriousness, stroking with a twisting grip while I bobbed my head up and down.
"Oh, my God," he whispered.
Harder and harder, faster and faster, I sucked on the head of his dick each time. I stroked his hard member and worked at it with gusto.
Then he exploded. As much as Vic had filled my mouth to the point of overflow, Carl gave me even more. It was great. I swallowed quickly, nearly gagging myself on the first massive glop, but I wasn't losing a drop of it. It was thick and stringy and salty and I loved it. Working out every last drop, I finally lifted my head from his lap and wiped my mouth.
He pulled me into a hug, nuzzling my neck and kissing me just below the ear.
I was crazy about him. That fast. I was nuts about him.
We sat in the back seat of his car, there in the woods, and made out for a good, long time. Our hands roamed each other freely. I was grinding against him until I was hard again, feeling his prick between my legs. It took a few minutes, but he started getting stiff again, too. I rubbed our peckers against one another until he was rock hard, sliding between my leg and my balls. I ran my kisses down to his chest and, without giving it much thought, sucked on his nipple until he groaned and started rubbing my ass again.
I leaned up and kissed him again, telling him, "Lemme get something."
I got up and leaned over the back of the front seat, letting my legs spread a bit and giving him yet another good look at my young ass. There on the seat, wrapped up in my tee shirt was the lube I had taken from Johnny's room.
Before I could get back down, I felt Carl's hands on my butt and, for the second time, felt a tongue probe my butthole. It was awkward. It was uncomfortable. It was just fine. I giggled at first, but I enjoyed it. I held my weight on my hands and let him have his fun. I wriggled and flexed my muscles, trying to open my asshole for him.
He licked and kissed and probed until my belly hurt from the position. As if he knew my discomfort, he stopped and pulled me back into the rear with him. His cock was standing up at full attention, so I gave it a few strokes as I kissed him again (Yeah, I knew where his tongue had just been, but I didn't care. I had discovered that the handle of a cylindrical hairbrush fit right up my butt and had used it to clean myself out that morning).
When I separated from his kisses, I showed him the tube and popped it open with a devilish grin.
He smiled weakly. "You sure?"
"Oh, yeah. I'm sure."
He gave me another sweet kiss and took the tube from me. I turned around, leaning down on my elbows and presenting my ass to him. I watched as he squirted out a little of the substance and got it on one finger. In it went, nice and easy, clear to the knuckle. Soon another and then a third, twisting and probing, getting the slick goop in there good.
He got some more and greased up his rock-hard prick before closing the tube and tossing it back into the front. Sliding down in the seat, he pushed his knees against the front seat and looked at me. "You ready for this?"
What a stupid question. I hopped up into his lap, facing him and watching his face as I reached back and guided the head of his beautiful pecker up to my rear entrance. Much like with Vic, there was a jolt of pain as I lowered myself onto him, pushing past that spot, and then there was only full, delicious pleasure.
Looking him in the eye, I started riding Carl's cock, working my hips back and forth, up and down. He smiled sweetly and grasped my waist, answering my movements with his own. Tenderly, gently, kissing me the whole time, Carl eased in and out, fucking my little butt slowly and with as much tender love as I could remember Eddie doing.
It was heavenly. I was not only getting fucked by a grown-up again, I was being kissed like he loved me.
And once more, I realized that he was going to take his time with it. When I thought he was getting close, he would slow down and relax.
We switched positions. I got on the seat with my butt up and he took me from behind, but there wasn't enough headroom. He laid on his back and I got on top, but the seat back didn't allow a proper straddle.
Then we found it. I lay on my back, with my head against the rear of the seat and Carl got down on his knees on the floorboards. With one ankle in each hand, he was able to stroke in and out easily, filling me up with his length and heft. When he got a little tired, he could lean down onto me, which allowed me to hug his neck and hold on as he worked my ass. When he got a little hotter, he was able to arch his back and really drive it home, the slap-slap-slap-slap of our flesh meeting increasing in tempo and ferocity.
It lasted more than an hour. He slowed down to keep from coming too quickly, increasing speed and force again to make sure I really felt it, and finally, he lifted my legs and began pounding at me in animalistic frenzy. I ran my hands over his chest, tweaking his nipples now and then, and watched his muscles tense and flex as he slammed his cock into my waiting ass.
Harder, harder, harder. Faster, faster, faster. Slamming into me over and over, driving it into my guts and filling my colon with his size, Carl fucked me with more and more beastly thrusts. He grunted and groaned. I did, too. Somewhere in that ecstasy, I came on my belly.
And then he locked up, driven as deep as he could drive. I felt the spasms of his thick cock, the warmth of his rod and the heat created by his pummeling, and the moisture of his semen as he shot load after load up into me.
He collapsed onto me, picking me up in his arms and hugging me tight to his chest, which caused me to slide from the seat and drop his still-hard prick all the way inside me.
Kissing me with love and passion, he continued stroking himself into my butt.
I never wanted it to end. The entire universe had disappeared except for his kisses and his arms and his beautiful dick inside me.
I don't know how long we stayed like that. Time had lost all meaning again. My head was abuzz with passion.
I felt him getting soft, but I didn't move. I wanted him to stay inside me until there was no choice. I clung to him, kissing him with all the love I could muster, he answering in kind.
But, he finally lifted his face and looked at me with a smile of pure joy.
"You're something else, Kid," he said.
Smiling, I kissed him again and squeezed my butt once. "So are you."
When at last we got dressed, I told him that I only had one more weekend on base. If we were going to have any more meetings, they would have to be the next day and the next Saturday. He told me that he and his wife were having trouble anyway, so his being gone wouldn't be any surprise.
He promised to meet me the following day.
"But, not here," he said. "You deserve better than the back seat of a car. Meet me at the PX. About ten tomorrow morning."
I promised.
He gave me a long kiss as we parted at the water tower. I rode home, keeping my butt down on the seat so that I could feel the sensation of him inside me, and smiling the entire way.
Nine-thirty sharp, I was on my bike and headed across the base. I had just finished locking my bike and bent over to pick up my rucksack when I heard a tap of a car horn. Carl sat, with his car running, just beyond the curb. I ran to the passenger side and jumped in.
From the smile he gave me, I got the feeling that he wanted to grab me and start making out right there and then, too. But, it was not the place. He drove out of the parking lot and headed for the main gate.
"One of the guys in my unit has a house trailer on the river," he told me when I asked where we were going. "He gave me a key and told me I could use it anytime I wanted."
Within twenty minutes, we had arrived, gone inside and were in each other's arms. The trailer was musty and a thin layer of dust covered almost everything. The bed, however, was comfortable and inviting.
Carl had me naked in nearly no time. He peeled his own clothes off and hopped onto the bed with me. No preamble, no warm-up. We were both too hungry for each other. All of that could wait.
We sucked on each other, each achieving orgasm for the other, and worked him back to rigidity.
We had room and time. We tried every position either of us could think of. Doggie style. Missionary (still my favorite, because I could watch his face and kiss him). He lay me on my face and got on top of me, which I really liked. The feel of his weight on top of me while his man tube worked like a piston in my guts gave me a sense of security and absolute adoration. Him on his back with me riding, both facing him and facing away. He sat up with me on his lap, kissing me deeply while I rode him. And at the end of that first session, we went back to the missionary position, with my knees held back by his strong arms, doubling me over like Vic had done. He still kissed me, but was in a more ferocious mood by then. He fucked me in much the same way that Vic had, rising high and pounding down into me.
The passion of his kiss made me want to stay in his arms forever.
His orgasm was as explosive as any I had felt. My own was even more so.
We cleaned each other off in the narrow shower and settled in on the threadbare sofa, talking to each other. He was the first man that ever spoke to me about what life was going to throw at me without candy-coating it. He gave me advice on finding my place in the civilian world. He explained things about how it was beyond the gates of a military base (where I had only lived when I was too young to remember). He was more of a friend than any adult had ever been before.
Then he got into the warnings about trying to do this with just any man, the dangers of it, and the violence that I might face.
All the while, he held me to his side. All the while, he kissed me between subjects or sentences.
As the afternoon came on, we went at it again. Like newlyweds on our honeymoon. Slow and tender. Hard and beastly. Easy and sweet. He loved me like Eddie had, but with so much more affection. At one point, he came inside me and just kept going and going and going until he worked himself to a second orgasm.
And, once again, like everything wonderful in life, it ended.
We made a date to visit the trailer one more time the next weekend. It would be my last on the base and our last together.
I spent the week saying Goodbyes to my friends around the base, some of whom didn't seem to give a shit. I got to kiss Eddie Goodbye again, getting a tight hug from Wendy and a secret, deep kiss from Vic.
When I met Carl at the PX, I was ready to rip my clothes off and attack him right then.
As it was, I didn't last long once we got to the trailer.
We had more time this time. I hadn't ridden my bike. I had walked. My mother was told that I would be gone until after dark and would get a ride home when I had finished saying Goodbye to everyone.
She told me to have fun. Oh, yeah, Ma, I will. I promise.
Carl gave me more love and affection than any man in my life (except for Dad, and that was a different kind of love).
And, better yet, he gave me the best day-long fucking I had ever even dreamed of. They didn't have Viagra back then, but something kept him up and at it. He was tireless. He had stamina that I had only heard of on the Wide World of Sports.
As much as Eddie had made love to me, Carl surpassed his level. As hard as Vic had fucked me, Carl did better. As much as I had dreamed about while flailing at myself, he outperformed even my fantasies. He was even bold enough to take me out on the flimsy back deck and drill me silly out in the breeze and scents of nature.
My ass was burning and raw by the time we got to our last coupling, but I wanted more of him. I wanted all of him.
After nearly an hour of slow, tender love-making, I told him to take me as hard as he wanted. "Let it all out at once," I whispered.
I had no idea what I was in for, but I wanted it.
Wow, did he deliver.
I have since heard the phrase "corn-holed". That was what he did to me.
Such fierce, raw, animal lust was released that we both grunted and moaned and growled out loud. But, he never made me feel like a piece of meat. I was always a lover. He was always willing to kiss me and make me feel the love that was at the base of the ferocity.
I was numb when he finally erupted with his last orgasm. He had actually fucked me numb. And he didn't stop when he had finished coming, he kept fucking me and fucking me and fucking me.
Only when he was exhausted and utterly spent did he slow to a stop and spend the next twenty minutes kissing me.
We cleaned up, dressed, and he drove me to the end of my block. As covertly as we could, we kissed each other Farewell and I was gone from him.
I was still numb when I got home, but I felt so completely satisfied that it didn't matter in the least. I still felt his arms around me. I still tasted the kisses he gave me. I still felt his cock inside me. And I still saw the face he made when he sent his seed into me.
I loved him, plain and simple.
Though I have loved others, of each gender since, I've never felt the way I did about that brief, interrupted love story.
We packed up the last of our things on Sunday and moved on Monday.
The civilian world was harsher, meaner. There were more fights, less security, fewer friends that I could trust.
I got to know the "rules" of the apartment complex we had moved to, realizing quickly that I would have to stop holding back when confronted by bullies, not expect there to be any reality behind the friendly smiles of the other boys. No one had my back, but I had to have theirs.
I became a loner. Oh, not to the point of being unsocial, just to the point of not trusting anyone.
When a girl named "Chrissie" started flirting with me, I took it well, but didn't pursue her with much vigor. She was not a military brat. They were much easier to con out of their clothes, she would take work.
And there wasn't a single boy or man that I trusted enough to "befriend" the way I would have liked.
I thought it was going to stay that way, too.
Then, when my Dad tried to get me to join the Scouts again, I met "Dwayne".
To be continued...