Melting Pot

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Melting Pot, Chapter 2 By Rilobo1

Monday morning arrived bright and cheery. I checked the laundry basketretrieved from the dryer late last night. The beach towels had a few remainingstains of indeterminate origin. They wouldn't be usable again on the beach, butthey would be perfectly usable for any further couplings of neighbors beforethe participants were responsible enough to use sheets! I found an empty drawerin the guest room dresser, and placed the towels in there, and went out to do abit of grocery shopping at the Clarkston Thriftown, where I also picked up atub of wet wipes. By the way, if you have never been to Clarkston, you need tostop by the Thriftown -- from the outside it looks like your grandmother'sneighborhood grocery store, but just inside, you are transported to a miniBuford Highway Farmer's Market, where one can find anything and everything onecould want or need in there, from whole milk to whole goats.

On the way home, I stopped at the sex shop (Clarkston has one) and got alarge bottle of "Swiss Navy" lube. Once home, I put everything up,and placed the wet wipes and lube in the same drawer as the beach towels -- itwas to soon become Jason and Atul's toy box. I then turned to my work, as oneof my clients needed some new fields added to their sales database. Four hourslater and work completed, I made a mug of coffee and sat out on the veranda toenjoy the cool Fall afternoon. Just as I got seated, the school bus pulled up,and Jason and Alex got off. They were boisterous and horsing around with eachother as best buds often do. Just as they got to the front of the building,Carla (Alex's mom) came flying down the stairs, telling Alex "come mijo, Ineed your help shopping before papa gets home!" Alex quickly gave Jason a"later dude!", and rushed off to join his mom in the car. It was thenthat he noticed me when I said "hey buddy! got a minute to talk?" Helooked at me with a look of fright, and I quickly added "It's ok buddybear! You're not in trouble! It's a good thing." After a quick sigh ofrelief, he told me he would after he checks in with Halmoni, and that sheusually takes a nap after he gets home.

I went inside, and about 15 minutes later there was a light rapping at mydoor. On opening, I found Jason there with a slightly worried face. I had himcome in, sit down, and gave him a water. I asked if he was ok after last night,and he nodded affirmatively. I told him that the towels had survived, andhanded him his Superman briefs, telling him that they were now clean. He turneda deep shade of red, and mumbled an apology, and an explanation that the tubeof Vaseline got all squeezed out and smeared all over. Vaseline, hmm; thatwould explain more of the permanent staining. I wanted to get him past all ofthe embarrassment he would soon feel, so I made a big preamble about hownothing about last night could shock me, and that I'm ready to help make mybuddy bear's growing up as easy as possible. I further told him that I wasgoing to talk to him and show him some adult things that might be embarrassing,but I needed him to be a big boy, understand that it was all good, and thatthings with Atul would be better for it.

I needed to understand how he got to where he was at this time, and alsogauge his level of experience. He turned to this task in a surprisinglyacademic fashion, and I shortly had the whole story. He and Alex had played"Truth or Dare" before, and had shown each other their goods andplayed a little (no shock there). SinceJason's parents were so frequently unavailable for guidance, he had turned tohis iPad for instruction. Long story short, he discovered PornHub, which he andAlex had looked at a few times. Later and alone, with PornHub, Crisco, and rootvegetables: the experimentation on his anus began . A short time afterward,when he began horseplay with Atul in the pool, he noticed a hard protuberancein Atul's bathing suit. He didn't know at that time that Atul's erection wasdue to the complete lack of contact with Rana, but that wouldn't have mattered.Jason saw something he wanted, and began shamelessly flirting and makingphysical contact in the pool with Atul. Atul, at first apologized for hiserection, and said it was that way because he was lonely and sad because of his"vaikal something" - Atul told him it was a word in his nativelanguage, and didn't know how to translate it. Jason, being the sweet child hewas, immediately told Atul he wanted to make sure his friend Atul was neverlonely or sad. Well, the following Wednesday afternoon, Atul saw Jason crashinto a light pole on his skateboard and bump his head. He took Jason into hisapartment to make sure he was ok. Everyone in the building knew that Halmonihad gone to church - like she always did on Wednesday, and that no one was atJason's apartment to take care of him. Rana was asleep again, so he laid Jasonon the couch, with his head on Atul's lap, running his fingers through Jason'shair.

Due to the closeness, Atul's penis quickly woke up unbidden, and Jasonnoticed. He turned his little head and eyes up to Atul and asked "do youhave some Crisco?" Five minutes later, a very naked Jason was perched atthe tip of a very confused Atul's penis, straining to wrap his anus around theadult man's plum-sized glans just as he had tried mounting a large carrot thenight before. After much straining, he was successful, and began demonstratinghis newly learned skill, bouncing happily on the full length of Atul's meat. Healso said that it was really messy, but not just poop, and that they were luckybecause Rana woke up just after they had gotten cleaned up. He said that Ranaand Atul seemed to have an argument in their language for a while, and she keptsaying that "vaikal something" word, but Atul wouldn't let Jason leave until hewas sure that his parents were home so Atul could tell them about the headbump, and have them watch over him. Sothere it was, Jason's side of the history. They had only performed anal sex,and that successfully only 3 very risky times up to then - one involved thebathroom at the gas station up the street, and the other involved the sameill-fated laundry room from yesterday . I also began to form the theory thatboth of them had been virgins, as innocent and ignorant of things as they couldbe.

There were two immediate concerns in my mind. First, I asked Jason todescribe the discomfort he experienced being penetrated by Atul's cock, and hiscompletely honesty -- the kind only a child can produce -- was incrediblyenlightening. Jason told me that the first time he saw Atul's erect phallus,his "brain changed," and he couldn't think of anything else except that heneeded to have it as close to him as possible. In Jason's mind, "close to me"existed in stages of importance: if "on the same sofa" was good, and "in myhand" was better, then "inside me" was the best. However, the price he had topay got steeper and steeper as the quality of "close" improved. Jason thenstarted giving me a description of the price required to get Atul's plum sizedglans inside him. First, it was impossible to get that "ginormous apple" (hiswords) into his mouth: his jaw was simply too small. However, he knew he couldtake big carrots in his anus, because it would stretch to fit whatever wasthere. He said that until things finally went in, it felt like "a thousandcandles" burning him, and that it took a long time for the burning to go away enoughfor it to start feeling really good and tingly, and he really wished Atul couldbe inside him longer before it got really messy, and Atul stopped being hard. Iasked Jason if he had ever gotten really really good feelings -- better than "tingly"-- from being with Atul, and got only aquizzical look on my face. That nailed it: Jason hadn't had an orgasm yet. Iasked Jason if he had ever told Atul about the discomfort, and he rapidly shookhis head "no", telling me that he loved Atul, and wouldn't tell him it hurt, because it only hurt a little while,and he didn't want Atul to worry. I'd have to deal with that directly withAtul.

I took Jason's hand and asked him honestly if it had been messy with poopeach time, to which he answered "yeah, that part kinda sucked." Ithen asked him if he would like to learn how to do it without the poopyproblem, eliciting a rapid series of head nods and a two-dimple grin. I toldhim I was about to teach him some things that he needed to know to make hisrelationship with Atul much happier, but he might feel really embarrassed atfirst, and that he needed to trust that I was not going to hurt him: again, therapid head nods. I grabbed his hand, and took him to the bathroom in mybedroom, stopping by the bedside table for the mostly unused bottle ofsilicon-based lube I kept there. Once there I told him that we were going toteach him how to remove the messiness before starting "the nasty"with Atul, and that this lesson would be much, much easier if he didn't have anyclothes on. He began to resist, but I reminded him that he shouldn't worry, andthat I had seen so much more of him on top of that washing machine yesterday.He quickly giggled and thought it over, dismissing his inhibitions, and begantaking off his shirt. I stopped him, and asked for permission to unwrap himmyself -- he grinned and stood there like a little soldier.

I got down on my knees so I could look him straight in the eye the wholetime, and first pulled his polo shirt off, slowly, folding it and placing it onthe bathroom vanity, then came his socks, pants, and then finally, I pulled apair of Spiderman briefs off his hips, down his legs, and then off each foot.He stood there in all his adorable glory, with his uncut penis throbbing withhis heartbeat, and standing tall. Another theory proven: Jason liked to be theobject of attention. I then asked him to sit on the toilet, and pulled out theenema wand attachment to the shower. I explained that I was going to put thisup his butthole, and wash out the messiness. He looked like he wanted to boltout of there, but was quickly put to ease when reminded that the wand attachmentwas MUCH smaller than Atul's penis -- he agreed with head vigorously nodding inagreement. I then brought out the lube,and explaining to him that this was silicone based, much easier to use, mucheasier to clean, and much longer lasting for sex than Crisco or Vaseline; henodded his understanding. Then, I turned the shower water on low pressure, andadjusted its warmth to around body temperature. I smeared a liberal amount oflube on the nozzle itself, and asked Jason to scoot his butt to the edge oftoilet seat, and to lift his legs in a manner similar to how he had been on thewashing machine yesterday afternoon.

Now filled with curiosity, he complied eagerly. I brought the wandattachment to his pink little starfish - which surprised me with its tightnessand delicateness after the pounding it had taken yesterday afternoon; Ihonestly expected to see it battered and bruised. I told him to push out likehe was going to poop, and pressed the wand two inches inside when he did so.Checking to make sure he had not been hurt, (root vegetables and Atul's rootnotwithstanding) I began to rotate the wand in his rectum, actively seeking outhis prostate nub, confirmation of location was established when he brieflygasped and rolled his eyes back. His legs spread a bit further, and his toesalso splayed out when the nub was contacted. In addition, his penis once againbecame the angry, red nail from yesterday.

I told Jason I was going to start the water flow, and that it might feel abit odd, but he should let me know if it ever felt painful. He nodded, and Ipushed the valve on the wand. A series of odd expressions passed along his faceuntil a sufficient amount of water was on board. He looked up at me suddenly, Iknew we had found the limit, and I shut off the valve. I made him clench hisanus, pulled out the wand, and had him sit upright over the toilet bowl. I toldhim to stay that way until we both sang through the "Itsy bitsyspider" song - about 30 seconds, and then told him to release thewater. After evacuation, he looked intothe bowl, gave a look of disgust, did a bit of math, and came to the conclusionthat he was looking at what would have been on the beach towels - I nodded inproud affirmation, and flushed the bowl. I noted to him that he should do thisas many times as needed to look down and see clear water when he released; hefiled this information away.

Once the water was clear, I told him it was necessary to take a really goodshower. He didn't understand why, but I asked him to trust me that he'dunderstand why very soon. I told him that I would walk with him through thiskind of shower, so that he didn't miss anything. I pulled off my clothes, withthe exception of my boxer briefs, and got in the shower with him. He looked atme and my boxer briefs with confusion, but then told him this was about him,and not me -- he saw that I did not have an erection, and just shrugged his shoulders.In addition to the normal shower, I washed his penis carefully, pulling backthe foreskin to get beneath the corona with a soft washcloth, then I washed hisscrotum and his anus twice, making sure to get inside with a finger. Then Icarefully lifted up each foot, delicately cleaning between each precious littletoe. After all of this, I rinsed both of us off completely, turned off thewater, and dried and wrapped towels around both of us. Only then did I removemy wet boxer briefs.

I grabbed the bottle of lube, took my little buddy bear into the bedroom,removed his towel, and set him on the edge of the bed. I told him I was goingto explain and demonstrate how his boy bits worked - it was clear that no one(except PornHub, and that badly) had yet to do so. I also surmised that Atulwas also woefully knowledge deficient in that area. After what we had just donein the bathroom, Jason was much less resistant to the lessons. I told him thathe would enjoy the rest of the lessons very much. First, I got on my knees on thefloor beneath him, and told him I wanted to introduce him to his new bestfriend, the orgasm. I pushed his chest back so that he was leaning back on hiselbows, spread his knees wide apart, and asked him to watch and let me havecontrol for a few minutes. He nodded in agreement, and maintaining eye contactwith him, I reached up to his hard, angry nail, stripped down his foreskin, andengulfed him whole in my mouth. For the next three minutes, I did not allow a breakin eye contact with him, alternating attention between his purple little glans,his 3 ½ inch shaft, and the two marbles in his velvety ball sack. All too soon,with increasingly rapid and shallower breaths, he reached his crescendo,grasping fists full of sheet, his head, neck, and chest changing color tocrimson, and punctuated at the end with wavering, high pitched whines andpowerful contractions in his pelvis. All the time, he maintained eye contactwith me, only losing focus there during the contractions. After this, Ireleased his tackle, and waited for him to recover his breath and reestablisheye contact with me.

When he was mentally back with me, he looked at me with eyes that asked "thefuck was that?" I told him "You're welcome. That was an orgasm, and it shouldbe the goal for both you and Atul when you are together having sex". I did givehim a summary of what an orgasm was, and similarities and differences betweenorgasms for little boys and adult men. In short, boys can have lots of "dry" orgasmsduring sex, nothing comes out, but men can only have one or maybe two duringsex, and that wet stuff would come out. He thought about it, and nodded inagreement. He knew a lot of wet, messy stuff came out of Atul's cock at the endof their sex play. I then brought this lesson to a practical home for Jason;basically, he should always insist on getting at least two orgasms from Atulevery time they had sex: one at the very beginning, and one at the very end,and the last one he should have at the same time as Atul had his orgasm.

I told him the next lesson was coming now, asked him to lay back on the bedand raise his legs as wide and as far back as possible, which he didimmediately, and I silently sent up a prayer of thanksgiving for the obscenedisplay presented for my benefit. I told him not to worry, and then approachedhis anus with my tongue. On contact, his entire body convulsed, and he startedshallow and rapid breath cycles, he clenched the bedsheets with his fists, butdidn't otherwise resist. I began slowly tracing my tongue along his littlerosebud, applying more pressure with each lap until in short order my tonguehad pierced the aperture, and was gaining depth with each lap. Jason cooed likea little dove, and waved his legs and feet in the air. I pulled out just longenough to tell him to relax his muscles down there. About two minutes later, Ipulled back and looked straight into his smooth, relaxed, and gaping anus.

Sitting back, I explained to Jason that what I had done is called"rimming", and that it, with finger stretching and good lubrication,is the best way possible to relax the anus so that a penis could enter withoutso much pain. He paused and commented that the pain was the pain was the worstpart about being with Atul - except for maybe the messiness, and then asked ifI was going to put my penis in him. I told him that I planned to, but only fora few moments; he grinned, and relaxed a little bit more. I told him that I hadanother thing to show him, lubed up three fingers on my right hand,re-established eye contact, and introduced my fingers one by one into his anus,asking him to tell me if it ever got uncomfortable. Once three fingers had beenmoving and stretching inside him for a few minutes, I stood, and placed the tipof my 8 ½ cock to his well lubed anus, pressed forward gently, and entered meetingonly a bit of resistance. Jason's eyes went wide, and his mouth formed an "O";he told me he couldn't believe how easy that was. I gave him some lazy strokesfocused on the area around his little boy nub, I told him that my penis was just a littleshorter than Atul's, but that the head of it wasn't as big as his Atul's. Ithen switched to long, slow strokes for about 30 seconds, narrating to him thatif he could insist Atul always work like this to open him up, it would be somuch more fun for the both of them.

I then pulled out of Jason (who gave a brief whimper of protest),re-entered two fingers into his anus, hooked them upwards, and went looking forJason's prostate gland. Quickly found and stimulated by the two proddingfingers, the fireworks show began immediately. He began sweating, flailing, andmoaning in a high pitched voice. In addition, the angry red nail returned witha vengeance, half the glans peeking out of his tight foreskin. With the thumband forefinger of my left hand, I once again grasped his penis and stripped hisforeskin down to its root, exposing the full, red, now moist glans (does heleak pre-cum already?) That completed, I brought my lips down along his coronalridge, and attacked the full glans with my tongue. A few seconds later, Jason'sbody went stiff, and I quickly replaced the fingers with my still rock-harderection, and began deep-dicking him full-length, rapid strokes. Within secondshis genitals, anus, and prostate began the strong rhythmic contractionsindicating Jason's follow-up encounter with the world of orgasms. Ten or sobreathless but dry contractions later, he had also milked my cock dry. Jason'sbody collapsed back on the bed, and began twitching.

He was breathless for a couple of minutes, when he finally raised hislolling head and sought out my eyes. He said simply "That was amazing.What was that thing inside me, and how did you find it?" I answered ashonestly as possible, knowing that he'd probably look it up later tonight. Itold him that was his prostate gland, that it is located behind his scrotum,and that it was an important part of a man's anatomy. I also told him that itwas most easily reached by hooking your fingers upward inside the anus.Demonstrating the curl of the fingers for him, I asked if that reminded him ofanything. He scrunched up his eyes, quickly did the math, and said "thehook thing on Atul's penis. That's why it felt so good." Bingo! One for mybuddy bear! Jason was quiet for a couple of minutes and quietly asked if he andwe had just had sex; I quickly told him no, that this was just a lesson allabout him, and that sex should never be about just one person -- it has to beabout both people. He seemed to understand. I then asked if Atul had everkissed him, rimmed him, or sucked him. He then confirmed what I had expected:Atul had never done those things with him. I never thought about giving himkissing lessons, but because kissing is far too intimate, it needed to betaught by Atul.

I let Jason rest there for a minute or two, and told him that at last therewas one more lesson. I told him I had squirted a lot of my sperm inside him,and that he needed to know how to manage it, or there would be a non-poopy messto deal with. I told him that when I started pulling out, he should squeeze hismuscle just like he did to prevent pooping. I pulled out, and he successfullycontrolled the load. I told him he should go to the toilet, and let it looselike when he was doing the enema. He did so, let loose the sperm (and a bit ofgas too, which he thought hilarious). He looked down in the bowl, and saw onlya white foam on the water, which was far, far better that what had landed onthe beach towels.

I told him his Halmoni would be awake soon, and that he still needed to gethis homework done. I got some wet wipes, we cleaned up, and as we both gotdressed, told him I wanted to meet with Atul alone, and explain everythingJason had learned so that Atul could be ready. I also asked him when he andAtul had time to get together, he said mostly on Wednesday afternoons and Sundaymornings when Halmoni was at church. I told him I'd also talk with Atul to seeif we could make a schedule. I gave him his Superman undies, and made him hidethem in his pants -- I didn't want his mom to see them coming in, or miss themin the laundry. Jason, smiled with twobig dimples, and made his way across the hall to his apartment. Before he left,he hugged me, kissed me on the cheek, and told me he loved me. Such a sweetkid.

After Jason left, I retrieved my now cold coffee from the veranda,re-warmed it in the microwave, and went back to the veranda to enjoy theimpending Fall sundown. Just as I sat, Atul turned the corner, walking homefrom his office. He had a car, but since the office was so close, he almostalways walked -- weather permitting. His office was to the back of ourbuilding, so he approached using a walkway that Rana couldn't see unless shewere outside (and she never was.) He was rounding the corner in the breezewayto ascend the stairs, and I probably scared him when I stood and said "Hithere Atul!" His posture told me that he was still expecting some kind ofpunishment for what happened the day before. Because of his fear, I tried tohave as broad as smile and non-threatening tone of voice as possible.

Again, I tried to comfort him and assure him that all was well, and that Iwas sure that all he ever wanted was for Jason to be safe and happy. He relaxeda bit at that, and smiled back. Then, I asked if it were at all possible tomeet with him for a couple of hours tomorrow, telling him I want to help pavethe way for him and Jason to grow and be happier. He looked at me with curiosity,and then nodded yes. He said that he could ask for a two-hour lunch tomorrow,and come straight to my apartment. I agreed, and told him I'd have a lightlunch ready for us at noon, and once again reassured him that his and my onlygoal is for Jason to be happy. He smiled at that thought, and his dimple showedprominently. He shook my hand, sighed deeply, and began to slowly trudge up thestairs to Rana -- and as he climbed, all joy seemed to evaporate from him.