Date: Fri, 1 Jun 2018 14:50:27 +0000 (UTC)
From: Las Vegas <lvnv2008@yahoo.com>
Subject: Eleven Fucks

Elevent Fucks, A Short Story

Gay -- Adult/Youth
Nifty/Prolific Author/Las Vegas
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I willingly took the dick. I opened my mouth anytime he asked, and I spread
my ass cheeks when he wanted me to, and never did I say no. I liked it.

It started on one of those hot muggy Texas days that you hope for rain, but
all you are getting is heat and humidity. I glanced over towards our
neighbor's place and he was rinsing himself off as he was covered in sweat
and grass clippings from having mowed his lawn. The only thing he was
wearing was a pair of light grey gym short, white socks and sneakers. As he
rinsed off I could see the head of his cock clearly because he was not
wearing underwear and I did so without realizing that I was just staring at
his crotch. It was when he moved the water hose from over his head to his
stomach to let the spout focus on his crotch that I realized he was getting
hard, and the outline of his cock was growing very visible. Then it hit me,
he knew I knew he was not wearing any underwear and that I was focused on
his crotch. I looked up and we made eye contact. He smiled, but it was not
a friendly smile. There was something different about the way he
smiled. His whole face seemed to be telling me I had done something wrong
and that we both knew it. I watched as he moved his hand up the hose and
let the end of the hose hang loose so that it swung like a long green cock.

He yelled over and asked if I wanted to make some money? I just froze. He
laughed, asked me to help him finish, and offered to pay me. Where I grew
up you don't say no to that kind of a request. Even if he had not offered
to pay you were practically obligated to help. So, I ambled over slowly. I
had this image in my head of approaching a large snake that had to be
killed, so you cannot walk away, but you best be mindful. When I got there,
he handed me the rake and suggested I take off my tee otherwise the
clipping would get on it. He asked how old I was getting to be, and I told
him 11. He told me to get started and rake up everything round his back
door where the garbage cans were, and that he would get us a couple of coca
colas. I only did about half the work and was covered in sweat. He smiled
at me, again the big grin that did not seem friendly at all and told me to
drink my coke he had brought out before it got any hotter, and even
suggested I rinse off.  I swallowed hard and looked at the outline of his
cock again and was thankful that although I too was wearing shorts, mine
were jean cut-offs and helped concealed my dick, which I felt getting hard
from watching his now obvious erection which seemed so big and fat in his
gym shorts.

Now you may be thinking an 11-year old probably has no kind of dick at all,
but I was big for my age and got hard all the time. I had been rubbing
myself (that is what we boys called jerking off) for some time now, even
before I could shoot sperm, and I did it a lot. He looked at me, gave me
that weird smile and said I was a big boy for my age. I got harder.  He put
his hand on my shoulder and squeezed. I was breathing real hard, and my
heart was beating harder still. He looked around, there was no one in
sight. He put his hand behind the back of my head and held my head in place
as he bent down to kiss me. The first kiss was soft, but he held it
awhile. I did not pull back. He stopped, looked me in the eye, and raised
his eyebrows. I nodded yes. Another look to make sure no one could see us,
and he bent down to kiss me again but his time he did not hold my head in
place since he knew I was not going to pull away. Instead he rubbed my back
with both hands; they were so firm, and as we kissed he used his tongue to
open my mouth. He leaned into me and I felt his cock against my elbow. It
was way bigger than mine, and it seem a lot harder too.

He smiled at me and asked if I jerked off. I lied and told him no. He said
he did and that right now he really needed to, then he asked me to help him
out. I was stunned. I did not know what he wanted from me, but I knew it
had to be sexual wherever it was. He led me into his storm shelter, and
just like that pulled off his short and out popped a big dick. It was like
nothing I had seen or even imagined. Long. Thick. A big, round, purple
headed tip for a nob on the end. It was wider than my hand, and almost as
long as my arm up to my elbow; maybe even longer. He leaned against a
counter and said come here. I moved slowly towards him and he started
working his dick. Slow. Deliberate. He stroked as if it was a big train and
it had to start slowly to get it moving. He rubbed my head and caressed my
neck and told me I was so soft. He said I should hold his cock and with
that he took my hand and wrapped it around his dick. It was warm, and soft,
but with a feeling of steel under the surface.

He was holding my hand as it held his dick, so he was able to set the pace
and the pressure I was holding him with. He said what a good job I was
doing, and he kissed my head. He had been kind of bent forward and when he
straightened out and leaned back I was left alone down by his cock. He
moved and when I briefly stopped jerking him off he said I should keep
going. To hold it a little tighter. He put his hand on the back of my head
and guided my head down to his groin and told me to kiss him right
there. He had pointed to the soft puffy part just above where his dick hair
was. I did. I was jerking him off slowly and kissing his groin and he was
rubbing my head and telling me I was warm and soft. He told me to suck on
it, meaning the groin, and to keep jerking him off. I did. I was enjoying
myself. He told me to wet my lips and kiss the head of his dick. I did,
then I went back to sucking his groin. He told me to keep jerking him off
and to lick the head. He was now rubbing my body wherever he could reach
with two hands. I liked the feeling of being rubbed. His hands were big and
firm. He said I should just keeping licking the head of his dick. He said
to jerk him off faster.

I was thinking I was doing a good job, but he said I needed to squeeze
harder, and jack him off faster and to lick his shaft so that it became
wet. He said he liked a wet sloppy cock, and not to hesitate to use a lot
of saliva if I wanted to. I looked him in the eye and spit on his dick. The
saliva ran down his rod and gathered in a pool down at his dick hair and I
used my other hand to spread it around his rod. He said perfect and asked
me if I was sure I did not jerk off because I seemed to know what to do and
I was doing it so well. I looked up at him under hooded eyes and he said he
thought so. That a boy with a dick as big as mine was sure to work it. He
knew I had a hardon. I had thought I was able to hide it but obviously that
was not the case.

He told me to suck on the head. He moaned and said nice.  He told me to
play with his balls but to be gentle. To keep jerking him off, but to also
suck on the head. I had the head and a hint of shaft in my mouth when I
felt him move his hips up at me and use his hand to push my head down. I
now had about a third of his dick in my mouth, and my mouth almost full of
cock. He said he liked the warmth of my mouth, the wetness, the pressure of
my mouth on his dick.  He said my mouth was so nice and warm and wet, and
with that he pushed my head down so that I was able to feel my mouth full
of cock; hard, rigid, pulsing cock. He held my head with two hands and
fucked up into my mouth while pushing my head down on his dick. I felt the
dick slip into my throat and I tried to come off it, but he held me in
place and told me I'd get used to it. He added that I better get used to it
otherwise it was going to be a long, long summer for me.

I was no longer sucking his dick. More to the point I was getting face
fucked. He held me on his cock as he slowly stood straight up, pumping into
my mouth the entire time. It was as if I had no body, just a head and that
head he was fucking as if it was a pussy. Pump, pump, pump. I felt his
groin pushing against my face, his balls slapping my chin, his dick hair
tickling my nose. All of this was happening at once and it was happening a
mile a minute. Just when I thought I was going to choke he unloaded his
wad. He gushed into my mouth and told me to swallow it. I could not swallow
fast enough as there was so much cum. After he came he told me to lick him
clean, and there was a lot to clean. His cock, groin, balls, the inside of
his leg, my hand. He did not want a single drop of cum left, he wanted me
to swallow it all.

As he had me clean him off he asked if I ever did stuff with other boys. I
said no. He told me to strip and face away from him. He said one word:
Amazing. He was talking about my ass. He said I had a bubble butt and that
it perfect for his needs. I knew I was getting butt fucked, and there was
no way to keep it from happening. Oh, I wanted it; and yet I knew that big
dick was going to hurt. He said all he had to use was spit, but that he
would get himself some ointment for next time. He asked me to reach behind
me and spread my cheeks. I did. He had one hand on my shoulder and the
other hand he used to guide his dick. I felt the head and was so tense
because I could only guess what I was about to feel. But he knew. As he
pushed into me, he held me in place and when I involuntarily jumped there
was no place to go. The burning sensation was so bad. I yelped. He pulled
back and pushed again. It took several attempts, but he finally got it all
in, and I felt his cock pulse its release of cum. I walked out of there
with my ass burning and my eyes watering.

I made a big mistake. As I was leaving I happened to look back to see that
big cock that had been in me. It was still hard and all shiny. He said to
come on back and we should try that again. Your ass is to tight not to have
another go he added. The second time was just as painful, and he lasted a
lot longer. But I really liked it. He sat and had me sit on his cock and we
made out as he butt fucked me. I was so much smaller than him that he could
easily pick me up and bring me down on that thick rod of his. After that
day the pain became something that I looked forward to, especially when he
initially went in. The penetration was such a great feeling. He'd fuck me
and sometimes I could come before he did.

That summer it seemed that if I was not sucking his cock I was getting butt
fucked. When his wife went to visit his mom who live in Seguin, she would
be gone all day, and sometimes overnight. We spend the day together with
him fucking me all over his house. I loved that he would fuck me and we had
the time so that I could suck him to hardness again, followed by another
butt drilling.

On the nights that his wife was away I'd tell my folks I was spending the
night over at my friend without telling them who the friend was, and he and
I would sleep together. He said he loved being able to reach over and fuck
that bubble butt of mine during the night. We would sleep in each other's
arms; my hand on his soft cock (it was still nice and large even soft), and
his on what he called my firm, soft ass. One thing I really liked was to
lay on the sofa with him as we watched TV. We'd be in our briefs, and I'd
press my ass back against his dick, and feel the hard thickness of his cock
growing against the crack of my ass, hoping either boredom or horniness
would hit him and I'd get butt fucked.