Date: Mon, 16 May 2016 07:13:44 +0100 (BST)
From: z.blake@tutanota.com
Subject: Florida Awakening

FLORIDA AWAKENING:
A 12-YEAR-OLD'S EXPERIENCE
By Bob, as told to Zachyboy
M/b, masturbation, oral, anal

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From time to time, I share a reader's real-life story in my "Tales from the
Male Bag" series. The memoir that follows began in that forum as a much
shorter piece, but grew these past few months into a much larger and more
detailed tapestry as Bob added to it and brought it to life. I'm pleased to
present his real-life story here, expanded and richly revisited...worthy of
its own special place in the gentle land of Nifty. --Love, Zach.

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It was 1952, and my younger brother Bryce and I had been taken by my mother
on our second yearly six-week vacation to Daytona Beach, Florida.

By that time, I was masturbating regularly. I'd learned the art at age 10,
and now at 12, I was doing it often and beginning to ejaculate small spurts
of watery cum. It hadn't turned white yet at this point in time.

I eventually met and befriended a man who took quite an interest in me,
buying me treats and taking me places. In fact, we became so inseparable
that he soon began introducing me to people as his nephew.

I liked that thought, and definitely enjoyed those precious times whenever
we were out of sight of the general public when he could take me in his
arms to hug and cuddle me, sometimes giving me a fleeting brushing kiss on
my forehead or ears...which eventually became real kisses.

I had fallen head over heels in love for the first time in my life, as had
he, himself. I didn't know it at the time, but I had become, by today's
terminology, an LB, and he had become my BL or my AF.

My beloved friend fished from the main pier every day. Every day, whenever
possible, I would join him. At that time the pier had extremely high-backed
benches as protection from the winds I guess, and they were high enough
that nobody could see anyone sitting there from behind.

Eventually as he fished, he would suggest that I lie stretched out on my
back with my head in his lap for a brief "rest," while we engaged in our
usual chit-chat, which had slowly become ever more personal over time,
desensitizing me enough that I was no longer embarrassed to discuss certain
secret boy things with a *gasp* MAN.

Then, one day while I was sitting beside him, he pointed to the way my
pants folded at the crotch and asked, "Is that you inside there, or is it
the way your pants fold?"

"No, it's my pants," I replied, embarrassed, but feeling my boyish cock
quickly becoming hard.

Instinctively, I quickly realized he was interested in me in a sexual way
and probably wanted to do things with me; things new to me that I knew I
wanted to experience, however nervous I might initially be, and that was
the reason he always suggested I lie on my back with my head in his lap.

While I would be lying there, he had probably been eyeing my boyish bulge,
which had started to become more publically noticeable, much to my
embarrassment at that age, and the way our "chats" had become more personal
as I grew to trust him further and further.

"Let's take a walk. I need to get some lures from my locker," he said.

There was a locker room on the pier where the regular fishermen could rent
a locker for their gear, along with a bar and lounge.

"okay," I said as I stood up while glancing down to see if my erect boyhood
was noticeable. It was. Very. Extremely so.

"Don't worry about that," he said with an understanding chuckle. "It
happens to all men as they grow up. Nobody'll notice."

Oh God. He'd noticed it. I could feel that my face was bright red, but I
was determined to go with him nevertheless, knowing that something new and
extremely exciting and involving sex was about to happen to me once inside
that locker room.

We walked down the center of the pier so that we'd be behind all the
fishermen at the guard rails or on the benches, my face surely lit up like
those red neon signs designed to catch attention, and my boyish flagpole
pointed the way ahead. Nobody took notice, thank heavens.

Once inside the locker room, he turned to me and said, "Would you put your
arms around me up here and give me a little kiss?"

More than eager, I did so. He stood so tall that I had to stretch myself
upwards on my tiptoes while one of his hands slipped up inside my shirt at
the back to caress my bare skin while the other did the same to my chest
and nipples in the front.

I moaned as I moved to give him a boyish peck on his cheeks. What
self-respecting boy would dare kiss a man on his lips, even if I knew how
to, which I didn't, although that was soon to be rectified in later
encounters. As I did so, the hand on my chest moved down to grasp my
boyhood.

Reflexively I gasped jerked my hips back, but leaving my arms around his
neck. No adult, not even my father or mother, had ever touched me like
that. It might have been accidental. Surely it must have been
accidental. No. It happened again. And again, I jerked my hip back. This
was no accident. It was real.

I knew I had become damp down there and expected him to quickly pull out
his hand in disgust. I knew nothing about pre-cum at that time and worried
that that there might be something wrong with me down there or that I was
leaking bits of urine when I became aroused.

But the hand on my back moved down to my buttocks, pulling me closer and
firm enough that I couldn't jerk back again.

"Relax. Enjoy it. I know you really enjoy it," he whispered in my
ear. "You're so big for you age."

He began stroking my erection through my clothing, and putting his tongue
into my ear. And I was big for my age. At least I knew I was bigger down
there than the rest of my friends. What do boyhood friends do other than
compare themselves to others of the same age at that stage in their lives?
Plus he already knew a lot about me through our previous and
ever-increasingly frank chats.

I could only moan my pleasure.

"I want to see it. Will you let me see it?"

Without waiting for my affirmative but somewhat delayed gasp, "yes," he
moved around to stand behind me, his hands pulling out the front of elastic
waistbands of my shorts and briefs while he looked over my shoulder and
down into my briefs.

After a few seconds, he reached down into my briefs and I could feel his
hand gently exploring my balls, my scrotum, my shaft and my shaft head. A
gentle stoking soon began and I began breathing harder, somewhat afraid of
what would happen if I started spurting my cum while he stroked.

He stopped, switched hands, and continued the slow stroking while he took
my right hand and guided it behind my back to place it on his manhood.

Never having seen or felt a man before, I was amazed at its size. I could
only think "cucumber" as I explored it and began to stroke.

He, too, was breathing harder and actually let out a small moan before
suddenly removing his hand from within my briefs.

"We'd better stop now. You liked that, didn't you?"

"It was great." I said. "It was the greatest thing that has ever happened
to me."

"You're not going to tell anyone about it are you? Not your brother or
mother?"

"No way!"

"Promise?"

"I promise. Really promise."

"Then maybe we can do more," he said. "A lot more if you want to."

And then he said simply, "I love you, Bob."

He called me "Bob" instead of the usual "Bobby" that adults tended to use,
and a name I hated being called. I was finally becoming a man in someone's
eyes. Furthermore, he hinted at things to come if I were willing.

"I love you too," I told him. "I'll do anything you want. I really, really
want to."

"I think we'll have some great times together," he said. "Just remember you
don't have to do anything you don't want to."

With that, we returned to our bench, although I don't know how I made it
with my legs suddenly feeling so rubbery and my pole sticking out farther
than ever before in front of me. It was such a relief to reach the privacy
of the bench and sit down again without anyone have taken any particular
note of our return.

Before sitting, he picked up his fishing rod from where he had left it,
cast far out in the ocean, then returned to sit close beside me, his left
arm over my shoulder and fingers of his left hand resting close to my
boyhood on my inner thigh. I sighed and snuggled in closer, completely
happy to be so close to him.

I knew he, like myself, was hard inside his pants. I had seen it as he
turned, and now could see it extending partway down his left pant leg by
simply glancing down. I so wanted to touch it again. To actually see it
outside his pants and be able to feel it in its nakedness.

His fingers began slowly moving against my inner thigh, imperceptible
enough that nobody would notice the movement there, if they walked by.

I sighed again and snuggled in even closer.

"You really like doing things like this and what we did together, don't
you?"

"Yeah! A lot!"

"So did I. I particularly liked feeling you while you were damp with
pre-cum."

My ears pricked up in renewed interest. I knew what "pre" meant, and I
certainly knew what "cum" meant. Maybe I wasn't leaking a bit of urine
after all, and wouldn't have tell my parents and have to go see a doctor
about it.

"Did you know I tasted it when I took my hand out?"

"Really? Did you?"

I'd tasted my own cum once, but would never have tried tasting what I had
thought to be small amounts of my own piss leaking out every time I became
hard.

"Yes. It was very good...nice and sweet. Do you think you'd let me taste it
directly some time? And your cum too?"

"Er, I-I dunno. N-Not quite sure yet. Maybe. P-Probably," I stammered as I
tried to answer his unexpectedly direct question.

"What time do you have to get back home?"

"In about a half hour."

"Okay. Let's talk about other things so that your monster down there gets
soft again," he said, indicating my throbbing hard-on. "But you're going to
have to take care of that in the bathroom after you get home."

I chuckled, knowing it would not only be taken care of several times in the
bathroom, but for a long time after I'd gone to bed as well.

The conversation shifted to other things, I eventually became soft again
and was finally able to leave without feeling that I had to walk
abnormally.

The bathroom was well used that night, and after I finally went to bed, my
right hand was busily occupied as my mind recalled everything that had
happened, and had been said and promised, as fantasy after fantasy flew
through my mind.

The next morning, I awoke about an hour and a half earlier than usual, my
boy cock hard and needing to piss in the worst way. I sighed in
resignation, knowing that it would be a struggle in that configuration,
painfully trying to manually bend it down enough while contorting my body
to achieve better aim, so my stream wouldn't hit the raised toilet seat and
lid, raising the ire of my mother in the process. Ah, the problems we young
boys face.

I was already hard and had learned long ago that the only way to
successfully piss in the mornings was to jerk off first so that I would be
soft enough to empty and relieve the pressure of a full bladder. I grabbed
a few tissues from my bedside stand, allowing thoughts of yesterday with
Mr. Farrell to seep into my mind again.

I jerked myself off, cumming quickly in four huge spurts, and headed to the
bathroom with a handful of soggy tissues to be flushed down along with my
piss as a testament to my success.

Returning, I quickly dressed and headed to the kitchen to pour a big bowl
of cereal and a glass of milk, taking them out onto the balcony to watch
the remainder of the sunrise while I ate, wistfully hoping to see
Mr. Farrell pass by below, but knowing he never began fishing at that early
hour.

Eventually I heard noises from inside the apartment, and my mother stepped
out to inform me she wanted me to take care of my brother Bryce for most of
the day.

"You and Bryce can go play along the beach while I clean the apartment this
morning. Just be back by 11:00 for lunch. I'll be having my friends in this
afternoon, so I'll give you some money so that you boys can play some games
in the arcade this afternoon and get something if you get hungry or
thirsty."

"Ok, Mom," I replied, trying not to show my disappointment, while my mind
actively began to search another for another way to meet Mr. Farrell again
today.

"Here's some money for you and Bryce. Try not to spend it all."

"okay, mom, I'll try not to. Promise."

Bryce and I played along the beach that morning, my mind deviously forming
a plan that would not only allow me to meet Mr. Farrell again, but to learn
where he lived as well. It was at lunch that my plan finally became fully
formed. All I needed now was to carry it out.

We played along the boardwalk and beach between the band shell and pier
that afternoon so I could see when Mr. Farrell was ready to
leave. Occasionally, I would give Bryce a nickel or dime so he could play
some games in the arcade while I patiently watched the pier, knowing
Mr. Farrell usually left around two unless he stopped in the lounge for a
beer.

I saw him reel in his line and turn to pack up his tackle box almost right
on time and knew I only had ten minutes before he'd be off the pier and
starting home.

"Hey, Bryce, wanna play detective?"

"Yeah. How do we do it?"

"Simple. Mr. Farrell is leaving the pier in a few minutes and we're going
to secretly tail him and find out where he lives."

"That'd be great. Do we have to duck into doorways if he turns round?"

He was getting caught up in the idea, just as I knew he would.

"Naw. If he notices us we'll just walk up to him and say `Hi' and then walk
with him a bit."

"okay, but I hope he doesn't notice us `cause that'd ruin all the fun."

"He probably won't if we stay far enough behind. Remember, this is our
secret so don't go telling mom about it."

"I won't ever. I promise."

One good thing about Bryce was, he always kept his promises to me. I was
his older brother, and I think it was because we really loved each other
and I always kept an eye out for him, protecting and playing with him as
often as I could.

We waited on the beach just in front of the boardwalk where we wouldn't be
noticed while we waited for Mr. Farrell to appear. He did, and we followed
along a short distance behind. It turned out to be a long walk before he
turned into a driveway.

"Quick, Bryce, let's run and catch up to him before he gets inside."

"Hey, Mr. Farrell! Mr. Farrell!" I called out to get his attention as we
ran.

He stopped, turned toward us, recognized us and welcomed us with a big
grin.

"You followed me all that long way?"

I couldn't help but notice he was staring at my crotch, which immediately
caused my young cock to stiffen again.

"Yeah, we was playing detectives!" chimed in my younger brother.

"Well come along and follow me upstairs to my apartment by all means," he
said enthusiastically, barely raising his eyes from my crotch. "You must be
pretty thirsty by now, and I have bottles of Coke set aside for just such
an occasion."

He turned and he led us up some outer stairs to his apartment on the upper
floor of someone's house. Both my brother and I followed, my boyhood boner
again pointing the way forward.

"Here, Bryce, c'mon into the kitchen with me. You sit here, on this side of
the table, and your brother can sit on the bench with me on this side."

We took our seats while he went to the fridge and returned with a beer and
two frosty bottles of Coke.

We sat there chatting and drinking our respective drinks and Mr. Farrell
managed to sneak a couple of quick squeezes of my cock without my brother
noticing. I wish I could have returned those squeezes but didn't dare try
with my brother sitting right across from me.

I noticed Bryce begin to squirm a bit so turned to Mr. Farrell, saying, "I
think Bryce needs to go to the bathroom, and we should be heading home
soon. Is it okay for him to use yours?"

"Certainly." Addressing Bryce, he said, "It's right down the hall, first
door on the right."

As soon as Bryce left the kitchen, Mr. Farrell's had was immediately upon
my erect cock, feeling, stroking and squeezing it through my
clothing. Tentatively, I did the same to him, much to his very evident
pleasure. I felt his pulse in my hand while my own did likewise in response
to his manipulations.

As soon as I heard the bathroom door click closed and knew that Bryce was
inside taking care of business, I managed to gasp out, "Mr. Farrell, can
I...oh, that feels so good...can I come back tomorrow? I mean, oh, oh! I I
think I...oh! I think I can!"

He stopped suddenly, still holding my throbbing cock. I was afraid to hear
his next words.

"Of course you can. How are you going to work it with your mother though?"

"She's taking the bus over to the mainland to shop. I'm going to tell her
that you were going to teach me how to fish from the pier tomorrow, so she
might let me stay with you, I mean if that's okay by you? I hate shopping."

"Certainly it is, and if it works I can at last have a long time with you,
Bob. I've wanted that for a long time now."

"Yeah, me too."

"What time does she leave?"

"Usually between 9:30 and 10."

"Then I'll come over to pick you up around 9:30'ish. That way she'll be
able to talk to me again and it'll look like the truth. If you have to go
with her, I'll simply go and fish a little longer than usual."

He paused, then added, "By the way, it's okay to come visit me sometimes,
especially if you let me know ahead of time, but don't ever come before
9:30 or after 5. My landlord is usually gone during those hours. It
wouldn't look right to her to see a young boy like you visiting an older
guy like me too often. Do you understand?"

"Yeah, I understand," I nodded. And I did.

Our hands busily got to work on each other again as we quietly gasped and
moaned in unison for about a minute or so.

The muffled sound of a flushing toilet interrupted us, followed shortly
afterward by the sound of a door opening and closing. Bryce returned and
Mr. Farrell walked with us to the door and down the steps. We were saying
our good byes when suddenly an idea occurred to me.

Turning to Mr. Farrell, I asked, "Is it okay for me to go back up and use
the bathroom myself?"

"Certainly it is. I'll come with you since I have to go back anyway."

I turned to my brother, saying, "You wait here, I'll be right back down as
soon as I finish my poop."

"Dummy," was his only reply.

As soon as we were back inside and the door closed, Mr. Farrell asked, "You
really need to poop?"

"No."

"Ah, I see. A quickie then?"

"Yeah, I really, really need one now. I can't wait any longer!"

Without speaking further he took my hand and led me to a chair, sat down
and positioned me in front of himself. In an instant he had my shorts down
to my ankles, and then my tighty whities.

Instinctively my hands moved in modesty, to cover myself down there. He
brushed them aside, took hold of my boy cock and milked it down from the
root to the tip. A crystal clear drop of liquid appeared at the tip...my
very own pre-cum, as I'd learned from him such a short time ago.

He leaned forward to taste it with his tongue.

"God, you taste marvelous," he sighed. "Hold onto your hat. You're really
going to like this and you'll remember it for the rest of your life."

With that he bent forward placing the tip of my cock head between his lips,
allowing it to sit there for a second while he began fondling my balls with
both hands, rolling each in hand while gently alternating by stretching my
scrotum.

As his warm, moist mouth slowly began to slip down the length of my shaft I
vaguely remembering moaning as I slowly entered nirvana. As his mouth began
to move in a slow rhythm my hips thrust forward, arching my body to assist
him.

Somehow and suddenly, it seemed that I was floating on a cloud, so far
removed from reality that I barely could hear my own seemingly distant
moans.

"Oh, God, that's good, so good! OH! I've never felt anything so good
before! I've never ever felt anything so good in my life!"

I was literally high up floating in some distant world, vaguely hearing
those words from some distant faraway place, not recognizing them as my
own.

"Oh! UGH! I'm gonna...I'm gonna, gonna c-c-cuuuummm!!" I moaned, as I began
to rapidly fire white hot jets of cum deep into his mouth, his nose pressed
deeply into my pubes while I heard gulp after gulp after gulp from down
there below me.

It was over. Finally over. I had gushed forth more spurts of my cum than
ever before and it had seemed like hours that I had been floating in that
other pleasure-steeped and faraway world.

My boy tool softened in his lingering mouth and, as I pulled back my hips
to straighten my arched body, it fell loosely from the warmth of his mouth
into the cooler air of the room. My legs almost gave out below me, but he
reached out to save me from the impending collapse.

"You liked that, didn't you?" he smiled.

"It was the greatest thing that has ever happened to me in my life!" I
replied, suddenly realizing those far off words I'd heard in that distant
netherland were my own. "How long did it take?"

"Not too long. Only a couple of minutes. You were pretty wired."

"Yeah, I was," I said. "But it seemed a lot longer! Is it always that
great?"

"It's always good, but never quite as great as the first time. There are
other things we can do to make it even greater," he replied as he reached
down to pull up my briefs and shorts.

"Teach me tomorrow?"

"We'll see. Now it's time to get you back down there to your brother. Think
you'll be able to walk?"

"Yeah, I think so. I'll be okay."

"Let's go then."

I followed him out the door on my rubbery legs and somehow made it down the
steps. Bryce was playing with someone's kitten and he hadn't noticed the
time, thankfully.

As we walked, my legs grew stronger once again so I began to hurry it up a
little and we arrived back just in time to see our mother heading to the
beach with her beach towel. Her meeting had evidently ended and I knew she
was about to sun herself without having to go find where we were.

Life was fine. In fact, life was great, and might be even greater tomorrow
if our plans came to pass. I was one happy boy.

That evening just after she put Bryce to bed, my mother began to explain
her shopping plans to me for the next day. I interrupted her.

"Aw, Mom. I was supposed to go fishing with Mr. Farrell tomorrow. Do I have
to go?"

"Yes, you certainly do. You're probably driving that poor man out of his
mind by being with him so much."

"But, Mom, he doesn't mind. He's even coming over to meet you again and
pick me up tomorrow morning. Please, please, Mom?"

"When did this happen? How come you never told me?"

"Sorry, Mom, I forgot. It was two days ago when he invited me and I was
supposed to get your permission, but I forgot until now."

"And he'll meet me tomorrow morning? Well, I'll meet him and talk with him
a bit, and then we'll see."

To make a long story short, we met the next morning and my story was
confirmed. Mr. Farrell told her he'd like to take me to Silver Springs
sometime late the following week (permission granted), and I was given
money to buy us lunch, and we saw them off on the bus to the mainland.

As soon as the bus was several blocks away, we headed to his house, my cock
harder than ever and pointing my way, knowing that we would have the next
five hours, at least, all to ourselves. I don't know when I'd ever been so
hard in my life, in eager anticipation of what was to follow.

"Looks like you're pretty wired again, aren't you?" he said, indicating the
straining tent that had formed at my crotch as we walked.

"Yeah," I blushed.

"It happens. Don't let it bother you. Look at mine, I'm hard too."

He was. And hugely-so.

I don't remember anything of our conversation on that walk to his place,
other than stealing various glances at his manhood so prominently
protruding forth through his pants, and occasionally catching his equally
stealthy glances at my own. We were both equally highly aroused –
"wired" as he called it – and we were eager for what was coming
next. Man and boy together in mutual attraction, eager teacher and desirous
student, experienced and inexperienced.

Once inside, he led me to the same chair that he had used with me not so
many hours ago and again positioned me in front of him, grasping my cock
through my clothing. It throbbed several times of its own volition and he
moaned.

"God, that feels nice. Here, let me undress you and then you can do the
same for me. No more clothes between us whenever we're alone together like
this, agreed?"

"Yes," I panted. "I agree."

At last I was going to get to see my admired man naked.

He unbuttoned my shirt, taking it off, then slipped my undershirt over my
head before tossing them onto the nearby couch. Quickly my shorts and
briefs followed, and there I was, standing before him completely naked.

Once again he milked my cock from root to head, and tasted again with his
tongue, that drop of pre-cum forced out by his fingers.

"God," he exclaimed, "Your cum tastes so good. I want as much of that as I
can get. Did you know that when I swallow it, it becomes a part of me and
you become a part of me forever, like the food I eat?"

"No, I didn't know that. Never really thought about it, I guess," I
replied. It was a new and fascinating thought to me, one that I'd never
have considered before this.

He took my penis deeply into his mouth again, then quickly withdrew.

"Ok, time for you to undress me now. You sit here, where I was
sitting. I'll get my shirt off and then you can finish undressing me."

I sat in my nakedness and waited until he positioned himself in front of me
before taking his cock in my hands through his clothing. It jumped three
times in my hands at my touch, and I was secretly pleased that a man's cock
did the same thing as my own boy-cock.

I fumbled at his belt in trying to loosen it, and soon was undoing his top
button and zipper. His pants fell to his ankles, revealing his own huge
bulge within his briefs. At the tip was a large wet spot revealing that he
too was pre-cumming, but much more copiously than my own boyish leakings.

Stretching out the waistband of his briefs so as not to snag his cock, I
pulled them down to his ankles before returning to gaze in astonishment at
the first man's cock I'd ever seen. It seemed huge in comparison to my own.

Reaching out, I tentatively took it in my hand. A large drop of crystal
clear pre-cum appeared at the tip.

He chuckled and spread that drop around the head of his cock, saying, You
ever do that with your own? It makes it slippery and feels much better
whenever you jack off."

"N-no. I never tried that."

Copying what he had done to me, I milked his cock from base to head,
resulting in such a huge amount of his essence that a drop or two dripped
down onto my bare leg.

Tentatively, I stuck out my tongue to taste what remained at the tip.  It
wasn't bad...maybe slightly salty.

Emboldened, I began to lick what he had just spread around the head.

He moaned loudly, gasping out, "Oh, Bob, that feels so good. So good. God,
I love that."

With that, he suddenly jerked his cock away from my tongue.

"God, I almost came all over your tongue, it was that good for me. C'mon
with me," he said, while pulling me to my feet and hugging me so close I
could feel his hard cock briefly pressing into my belly before leading me
into his bedroom, the two of us naked and leaving our clothes behind.

He pulled me onto his bed with him, the two of us lying face to face and
enjoying the feelings aroused in us as we touched and manipulated each
other's hardness.

"Bob, I don't want you cumming yet, so please tell me to stop when you
think you're about there and I'll tell you when I feel the same thing."

"Okay."

"Promise?"

I promise."

"Did you know that if you stop yourself a couple of times before cumming it
makes it feel even better and more powerful when you finally do cum?"

"No, I didn't know that." I was becoming a veritable sponge for new
knowledge.

"Bob, would you mind if I kissed you? I mean a real kiss?"

"Okay, I guess."

He took my upper lip gently between his, then my lower. A few seconds later
I felt his tongue brush across and between both of my lips and begin to
push against my teeth. Unconsciously, I opened my jaws a bit so that his
tongue slipped inside my mouth to probe the back of my teeth and my own
tongue before slipping even deeper and closer to my throat. I liked it, but
with his continued manipulation of my boyhood, I had to break away.

"Stop, or I'm gonna cum." I gasped.

He suddenly knocked my hand away from his cock too, saying, "Oh wow. I
almost came too. It was really good, wasn't it?"

"Yeah, really good!" I replied.

"Well, we'll take a quick break for a few minutes now, and then start
again. I promise you, it'll be really good if we keep doing that."

"Okay, but can I try kissing you this time?"

"I'd like that very much." was his reply.

I pushed him onto his back, placed my naked chest against his, and took his
lips into my own before extending my tongue into his mouth to repeat what
he had done to him. I twisted my head a bit so that the top of my tongue
could slide along the top of his, and was rewarded by a groan deep inside
my mouth before I withdrew to rest my head on his breast for a minute or
so.

We began manipulating each other's cocks again and soon I had to stop him
for a second time. It was hard to do, because I really needed to cum this
time.

Again we laid back cuddling. I was hornier than I had ever been, and I was
determined to move things along.

"Mr., Farrell, will you let me suck you off today?"

There was a long pause, so long that I was afraid I'd said something wrong.

Then came the answer, "Yes, I'd like that a lot. But only if you really
wanted to. I wouldn't want you to try doing something you really wouldn't
want to do just to please me."

"I really, really want to!" I promised, "And I want to try swallowing a
bit!"

"Well, I guess it'll be okay then. If you don't like the taste, then don't
swallow. You can wash-out your mouth with mouthwash afterward and then I'll
do something that feels so good to you, it'll blow your mind. Just be sure
you really want to do it."

"I really do, I promise!"

"Okay then, go ahead. I'm so hot right now, I think I'll cum pretty fast."

I moved onto my knees, leaned my head over him, and gently sucked his cock
into my mouth and was instantly rewarded by his moaning. Instinctively, I
began the age-old up and down movements which I knew would cause great
pleasure.

"Oh, Bob, that feels so good, so good. Go way down now. Oh, that's so
good. Keep doing that, it feels so good. Please don't stop. Go way down."

I went too far and gagged, forcing me to remove my mouth while tears began
to flow from my eyes.

"Oh, Bob, that's so good. You'll never know how good that feels to me. I'm
almost ready to cum. Look, swing one leg over and straddle me. Yes, like
that. Now when you suck you can take me even deeper. When I'm about to cum,
I'll tell you to go way down, and stop when you hear me say, `start
swallowing.'"

His very words were making me ever more willing, as was his finger touching
the now-exposed rosebud of my asshole as I resumed my eager sucking.

"Oh, Bob, that's so good! That's so much better..."

It didn't take long.

"Get ready! Oh, I'm so close!"

I could feel his cock thickening in my mouth, its head swelling and
becoming more bulbous, so much so I began to fear I might not be able to
continue.

"I'm close! Okay! Go way down!"

I did, stopping all motion just in time to hear, "Start swallowing! Ugh!
Oh!! Ugh...ugh...ugh!!!" as his cum shot forth in such a series of quick
and violent spurts, I couldn't keep up with the swallowing.

It is hard to swallow with something so large in your mouth, so he quickly
filled me to overflowing despite my attempts to swallow, and his cum came
oozing out each corner of my mouth, dribbling down my chin and into his
pubic hair below.

All too quickly his orgasm faded, but I kept him in my mouth as I felt him
begin to grow soft. I wanted to decide whether or not I liked this strange
new taste in my mouth first. It was stronger than I had expected, certainly
much stronger than my own cum, maybe even a bit salty and metallic. I
wasn't keen about it, but decided that it might be okay to try again
someday, particularly if he liked what I had done enough to continue our
rewarding relationship. Such a small price to pay.

I withdrew my mouth. He was soft, seemingly satiated.

"God, that was so great! You were so amazing, Bob! I never knew a young man
like you could ever be so good!"

Noticing the cum still wet on my cheeks and chin, he quickly added, "Oh,
we'd better get that cleaned up...and myself as well. Hand me that towel
over there."

I did, and he wiped his cum from my cheeks and chin before wiping away the
cum that had dribbled down onto his body, saying, "C'mon into the bathroom
with me. You can wash your face and use some mouthwash while I sponge off
down below. Then, I'm really going to take care of that," pointing to my
eternal hard-on. "I'm going to do it in a way that'll make you really,
really like it."

I followed him into the bathroom where we both cleaned up and was handed
some mouthwash.

"Better gargle with it too," he reminded me. "Don't want your mother
smelling cum on your breath."

I did, then followed him back in the bedroom.

Now lie down on you back and spread your legs like this," he said while
positioning my legs. "I'm going to suck you off again, but this time I'm
going to finger fuck you while I do it. Don't worry, it won't hurt at all
and I think you'll really like the new feelings and have a powerful cum."

He pulled out a jar of Vaseline from his bedside table, scooped a bit onto
his finger, and turned again to me. "Now roll over and spread your cheeks
for me."

I did so, and felt the Vaseline being rubbed around my boyish pucker. It
felt warmish and very slippery...quite nice, actually.

He took another smallish glob with his finger, saying, "Now, I'm going to
try to push a bit of it up inside you. Just relax, and it won't hurt."

I consciously relaxed my anal muscles and felt his finger entering me ever
so slightly while he pushed Vaseline up inside me.

"Now roll back into the starting position with your legs spread like
before. That's it."

I watched as he took more Vaseline and spread it over his index finger. As
he took my erection into his mouth, I felt his index finger gently probing
my asshole. It felt sort of good along with his mouth slowly moving up and
down along my cock.

I felt his finger slip knuckle deep inside me as it began the fucking
motion in coordination with his mouth action. It was good. Really good.

After a few minutes, I felt myself beginning to approach that same far
distant cloud that I had floated on yesterday. I was moaning and panting in
my desire to reach orgasm when suddenly he stopped.

"You like that, don't you?"

"Yeah, please don't stop now!"

"I'm just giving it a bit of a break so that it'll be better for you when
you do cum. I knew you were pretty close by the way your cock suddenly
started to swell up, and by the way your balls tightened up underneath your
iron spike." He gave my cock a gentle flick. "You ready to begin again?"

"Damn right I am!"

"Okay, but this time I'm going to do something different up inside you
there. It'll make you cum quickly, almost right away."

He spread some more Vaseline on his finger and inserted it as soon as his
mouth had engulfed my ever-ready boyhood again.

This time it was different. It felt almost like he was bending his finger
inside me.

Suddenly, it was almost like he had flicked a switch inside me and I felt
myself suddenly on that cloud again. He did it a second time And I felt my
body buck violently upward into his mouth and distantly heard my cries, "Oh
God!...oh God!...oh God!...oh God!!!..."

A third time caused my body to buck yet again, my cum suddenly erupting
into his mouth as I violently orgasmed shot after shot after copious shot
into his mouth, the pleasure so unexpected and intense that I actually
blacked out for an instant before slowly drifting down from my high.

I collapsed so completely that he had to lift up my head and arms as he
moved in to cuddle me as I drifted into slumber. When I awoke, it was to
find that he had removed his arm from under my head and had placed his hand
on my softened cock. It felt good there.

"How long was I asleep?"

"Not long. Maybe about seven or eight minutes. I love being able to touch
you while you're soft."

"Yeah. It kind of feels nice that way for me too."

"Mr. Farrell, does it always feel that good? I mean, like, does it feel
that good to be fucked?"

"Not always quite like you felt, but, yes, most of the time it feels pretty
good."

"Then, I wish you could fuck me. But it'd hurt way too much since you're
way too big for me," I said wistfully.

"Not really, if you've been stretched properly."

My ears pricked up. "What do you mean `stretched'?"

"Your bum-hole muscle down there, it's called a `sphincter muscle.' It's a
pretty amazing thing. It can be stretched a lot with a little careful
preparation. Have you ever had a hard and thick poop come out?"

"Yeah, it hurts a lot."

"That's because it wasn't stretched ahead of time. You got the poop finally
squeezed out, didn't you?"

"Yeah."

"There you go. Your muscle did stretch enough, finally. And it could be
stretched a whole lot more, which is why so many people like it."

"C-could you...er, I mean, would you like to stretch me that way? I-I mean
if you really want to?"

"Certainly I could, my boy. That is, if you'd like to try. For that matter,
I could begin the stretching part today, if you want. If it bothers you too
much, we can always stop trying and forget about it."

"Y-yeah, I think I'd like to try it. At least one time first and then make
up my mind."

"Okay, after lunch then. It's only 11 right now, so how about we go into
the kitchen and make up some hot dogs while I explain things a bit more?"

"Fine by me!"

"Great. But first roll over again while I wipe that Vaseline away for
now. We'll need it again after lunch."

When he finished cleaning me gently and carefully, we went to the kitchen
to prepare the hot dogs and make plans for our future.

I would meet him as often as possible throughout the next week to continue
the stretching, in hopes that I'd finally be ready enough to be fucked
during our upcoming trip to Silver Springs.

After lunch, he took the Vaseline, positioned me on the bed so that I was
kneeling with my shoulders down upon the bed while my ass was up in the
air. My own hands were holding my ass crack open to him while he generously
lubed both my anal sphincter muscle and two of his fingers.

Within minutes he had two fingers inside me, pausing patiently for my pain
to subside each time I said, "ouch, that hurts," and then resuming when I
told him I was ready again. I really wanted this, and to be able to please
him no matter how much I might hurt in the meantime was a small price to
pay.

A third finger was added, this time the index finger of his left hand.

"Ouch! Oh, that really hurts!" I gasped, trying to relax yet again for him.

He withdrew his fingers leaving me with an empty feeling.

"Am I ready now? Will you put it into me now?" I asked, not without some
trace of youthful desire in my voice.

"Not quite yet, but you will be soon if you'll let me loosen you up a few
more times before we go to Silver Springs."

"Okay," I agreed, in obvious disappointment, but noticing how hard he had
become once again while loosening me up.

"And now, on to the shower for both of us before we go fishing. Can't have
you returning home smelling like our cum," he said, and with that, he lead
me to the bathroom, turned on the water, tested it, and then entered while
pulling me in after him.

I remember him lathering me with plenty of soap, paying particular
attention to my buttocks to make certain there would remain no trace of
Vaseline...after which we both jerked each other off, coating each other
with cum while the warm water washed our combined juices down the drain.

We returned to his living room where he dressed me once again, stuffing a
white rag into my briefs.

"What's that for?" I remember asking.

"Just in case you leak a bit of the Vaseline," he replied. "Can't have that
staining your briefs, right? You're a bit loose right now but we can get
rid of it later in the locker room if there's some still there."

It suddenly made sense to me.

He dressed, handing me a packet of mints to suck on, "Just in case" my
breath still smelled of man-cum.

We fished together for an hour or so before my brother appeared to announce
they were finally home.

Leaving him to watch the remaining pole, we headed to the locker room to
remove the rag...what a relief to see almost no staining whatsoever. I did
manage to meet with Mr. Farrell twice to continue my stretching before our
trip to Silver Springs. The final time, we had enough time for a repeat
performance of what I described above.

I was ready and eager for the trip to Silver Springs.

The day finally arrived.

The night before, I'd thrown my bathing suit and a towel into a bag at
Mr. Farrell's request and set out my deep blue tighty briefs, shirt,
undershirt, socks and shoes so I wouldn't be hunting around for things at
the last minute in my eagerness to be ready.

True to form, my mother had gotten up earlier in order to prepare some ham
sandwiches for us to eat en route before she entered my bedroom to awaken
me an hour ahead of our planned departure time.

It was good that she had, for I surely would have overslept that morning
since I was so excited the night before that I had been unable to get to
sleep for the longest time. In fact, the only way I was finally able to get
to sleep was to jerk myself off several times while imagining what new
experiences I might have with my friend and mentor the next day...the
surest way I had discovered to fall asleep.

Barely able to eat in my excitement, I eventually got down a bowl of cold
cereal and a piece of toast, a far cry from what I'd normally consume at
breakfast.

At 7:30 and right on time, there was knock at the door and we let
Mr. Farrell in for a brief chat before leaving so he could explain his
plans for the day to my mother. He told her we'd eat a full meal somewhere
on the way back, and we probably wouldn't get back until the early
evening. My mother handed me some extra money to spend for the meal, and we
were shortly on our way.

I'd never seen Mr. Farrell's car before and was pleased to discover it was
a Pontiac Silver Streak, a car I`d never ridden in before. On the back seat
was a "House for Sale" sign which he was evidently going to put up
somewhere along the way. Exploring its features kept me occupied while he
drove through Daytona, but once clear of the city and on the open highway,
I scooted over close enough to him that he could drape his arm over my
shoulder with his hand resting on my hardening cock.

"I'm taking a back route to avoid a lot of the traffic," he
explained. "It'll take longer but I figured you'd like it better this way."

"Yeah, I'd like that."

He began to rub my burgeoning hardness through my clothing.

I sighed and snuggled in even closer, and was rewarded by feeling him unzip
my shorts with his free hand.

I eagerly assisted him by undoing the top button of my fly and soon he had
his hand down inside my briefs, gently manipulating me into a full blown
and iron hard erection.

We drove on in that manner, with him removing his hand only when we slowed
to pass through small towns. I was secretly pleased to see, whenever I
looked, he was similarly hard too.

I'd never had an erection before that had lasted so long before cumming,
and I realized he was somehow aware of when I was about to explode in
paroxysms of pure pleasure. He'd cease his ministrations until the
throbbing had died away before beginning again.

He removed his hand, saying, "There's a diner about 20 minutes up ahead, so
better button up and try to relax. I'll order us some fries and a soda but
I want you to go into the washroom and take a poop so you'll be ready for
our fun together. Just don't jerk yourself off because it'll be better than
ever for the two of us when we get to the house I'm trying to sell."

"Okay, but I don't think I can get soft by then."

"Nobody is going to notice, but if it worries you just follow along behind
me."

"Okay."

I was right. My hardness was still noticeable through my shorts after we
got out of his car at the diner, so I was happy to follow him and then join
him at a table after using the toilet, and especially relieved that my
erection had disappeared during the process.

As soon as we were on the road again, I scooted over to him, this time
opening my own fly so that he could reach down into my briefs to play with
my still-soft cock again, knowing how much he loved being able to do so.

Nor was I disappointed. Soon his manipulations had me throbbing hard again,
and I distinctly remember his own breathing becoming heavier and heavier.

After about an hour, we turned into a sandy laneway blocked by a gate and I
knew we were there, but couldn't yet see the house because of the high
trimmed hedges fronting the property. He stopped the car and got out to
open the gate while I zipped up my fly again in preparation of getting out.

Once we were through the gate I could see an older house set well back,
obviously well cared-for despite its age, and flanked by a similarly old
garage. After closing the gate behind us, we drove up to the end of the
long sandy laneway.

We got out, and he led me around the house, stopping now and then to hug me
and caress my boyhood before leading me in through the front doors.

"I turned the electricity back on yesterday so it'll be warm and we'll have
water, so no more clothes from now on, right?" he asked as he unzipped me
and let my shorts fall to the floor and removing my shirt and t-shirt.

"Right." I agreed, no longer feeling shy in front of him, and seeing him
stripping down to his boxers also.

Like me, he was hard...and hugely-so. And, just like my own briefs, there
was a large damp spot evident in the front of his boxers...much more
evident than my own because of the deep navy blue color of my briefs.

"We forgot to bring in the bags," he pointed out. "Let's go get them."

"Like this?"

"It'll be okay, there's nobody around and we can't be seen from the
road. The nearest neighbors are a quarter mile away. Trust me, my parents
and I lived here before we moved into Daytona to start our own real estate
business. We've been renting it out, but now that my father is in Korea we
decided to put it up for sale now that the last tenants moved out."

I followed him to the car, and within minutes we were back inside with our
bags and I was given a quick tour of the ground floor, stopping frequently
for hugs and mutual touching. It was if he just couldn't keep his hands off
me, and in turn, I was unbelievably hornier than I'd ever been in my life.

The downstairs rooms were empty except for the kitchen where there was a
heavy wooden table and a matching wooden bench, which I guessed the
previous tenants had left behind.

"We can leave our lunches on the table over there while we go upstairs to
have some fun before we eat lunch, if that's okay by you?"

"Yeah, that'd be great." All I wanted to do at that point was to get down
to business.

"Did you remember to bring your bathing suit?"

"Yeah, here it is," I said as I took it out of the bag, "and I brought a
towel too. Are we going swimming somewhere here?"

"No," he chuckled, "But you're going to need it soon...but not the towel."

"Oh?" I said, giving him a puzzled look.

"You'll see. Now bring it along and let's go upstairs. Our tenants were
going to burn one of their old mattresses before they left but I told them
to leave it and that I'd get rid of it later. I moved it into my old
bedroom for us to use," he said as we climbed the stairs together.

The upper floor was rather typical of on old house...three bedrooms and a
bathroom, all with sloping ceilings. The two larger bedrooms were at the
front of the house with windows looking out over the front lawn, while the
windows of the bathroom and his former, smaller bedroom looked out over the
rear lawn. The three-piece bathroom was large enough that I guessed at one
time it had served as a bedroom before being converted as the age of
outhouses passed away.

Sitting on the toilet seat, he motioned me to come and stand in front of
him while he reached out to gently grasp my ever-erect pole through the
tent it had formed in my briefs. It involuntarily jumped several times in
his fingers at the touch.

"You're really ready for it, aren't you?"

"Yes," I gasped.

"Good," he replied. "It's the reason I took so long getting you here. I
wanted you to be completely horny and ready for what happens next. I think
you're ready and you'll cum harder than ever before. I just hope we can
both cum at the same time. That'll be even more fantastic for both of us."

"I'm ready," I croaked again in my desire.

I was ready, and so completely needing some form of release that it was
beginning to hurt. I knew he could feel the heavy throbbing of my pulsing
cock and would recognize my intense craving for whatever came next.

"Gawd, Bob, you look so good in those blue briefs. They set off your blue
eyes and silvery-blonde hair perfectly. Promise me you'll wear them for me
in the future?"

"I promise," I said as I felt him lowering my briefs.

He briefly took my boycock into his mouth before withdrawing his lips to
ask, "You're sure you want to do this? You don't have to if you really
don't."

"I'm sure," I gasped.

The feeling of his mouth on my cock – warm, and by now, completely
familiar – almost pushed me over the edge.

At this point all I needed was relief from the pressures that had been
building within me for hours, especially knowing by this stage, I'd
probably erupt in a cum greater than ever before...and what more did a
sexually precocious boy of 12 need greater than as many glorious cums as
possible?

"Good boy. Now, remember. It'll hurt a bit a bit at first, despite all our
stretching, but the hurt will quickly go away, just like it did when I
first began helping you get ready for this."

I was suddenly remembering, with some trepidation, how huge the bulbous
head of his cock became when I played with it or sucked it. On the other
hand, I also know how thick his three fingers were as he had slowly and
patiently gotten me used to being penetrated as he stretched my anal
muscles.

"I'll remember, but please stop when I tell you it hurts. I think I'll be
able to take it if you do."

"I will. Now, if you're ready, follow me into the bedroom and just do
everything I tell you, I'll stretch you once again to make sure you're
completely ready. I'm pretty sure you'll have the greatest cum ever."

"Okay." All I knew at that point was that I needed some relief from the
forces then working within me.

I followed him into the bedroom where he quickly positioned me on the
mattress, kneeling with my knees spread far apart with my bum up in the air
and my head and shoulders pressed downward. I watched as he removed his
boxers to yet again reveal his huge tool to me...that same marvelous tool
that had been in my willing mouth so many times before.

Again, a momentary sense of trepidation flooded over me, but it was too
late. He had already knelt between my legs.

"Good boy. Now reach back and spread your cheeks for me while I use the
Vaseline."

I complied, and soon felt the sensation of two well-greased fingers
applying the Vaseline and entering me back there once again, followed
shortly by the insertion of the usual third finger to stretch me
further. Whenever I'd grunt in pain, he would stop to allow me to recover.

After a minute or so of that, I felt him withdraw his fingers and knew,
instinctively, that he was applying the Vaseline to his own huge appendage.

"You ready, Bob?"

I could hear his own obvious desire in his voice.

"Yeah, I'm ready. Put it in me," I begged.

I felt him place his cockhead against my anus and begin to apply pressure.

"You're about to became mine, boy," he croaked in his own desire. "You want
to be completely mine?"

"Yes!" With the new tone of his voice and his use of "boy" I instinctively
realized that something had changed in our relationship and that I had
suddenly become subordinate. I liked the thought.

He no sooner started slipping his hardened cockhead into me before I began
to feel the first pain. I hesitated a second to allow him to enter a bit
further before protesting as the pain suddenly became searing.

"Ow, that really hurts! Stop! Please stop!"

"Okay, just relax a bit and the pain will go away," he said patiently,
while slightly reducing his pressure back there. "Just let me know as soon
as you're ready again," he said, all the while maintaining a slight but
positive pressure.

The pain soon did subside as he promised, and after I recovered a bit, I
told him so. My own cock had wilted.

"Okay, I'm going to flex my cock a bit now. It might hurt again one last
time, so let me know when to stop. We're almost there and I know you'll
absolutely love it. Okay?"

I was not so certain, having lost my hard-on at the first instance of pain,
but I hadn't lost my innate desires.  I was finally learning that having a
`softy' did not always jibe exactly with my innermost needs.

"Okay," I told him.

I felt his pressure increase slightly and again felt the pain as he flexed
his cock twice, resulting in a little deeper penetration.

"Ow, it hurts! Stop! Stop!"

He stopped, reducing his pressure somewhat, and, again, the pain subsided.

"Almost there now. Let me know when you're ready again and I'll tell you
what to do next."

"Okay," I agreed somewhat uncertainly, but I was still determined to please
this man, to subjugate myself completely to this hero of mine who had been
giving and introducing me to such great pleasures.

He reached around me to grasp and hold my softened cock in his hand.

"No need to hold your cheeks apart any more since I'm there and almost in
now, so make yourself comfortable."

I was glad to be able to comply and moved my hands under my head,
pillowlike, and immediately felt more comfortable, while he continued to
hold my boyhood in his hands.

"I'm ready again," I told him. "What do you want me to do next?"

"Good boy, you're such a trooper! Now, I want you to begin flexing your own
muscles down there, just like you do when you're trying to make yourself
hard. Just take your time. It'll make you hard again so you can cum along
with me. It might hurt just a bit again, but this time you'll be able to
control it."

I waited 10-15 seconds, uncertain and hesitant, not wanting to feel any
more pain.

Finally, I tried a tentative flex. There was but a little pain, but it was
quite bearable, so I began a rhythmic flexing and was pleased to find my
erection returning again under the manipulation of his fingers.

With each relaxation after a flex, I felt him move imperceptibly deeper
inside me, but I was in control now. In turn, I could hear him moaning in
pleasure about how tight I was and how much he loved me...all pretty heady
things for a 12-year-old.

Suddenly, there was a quick sharp pain and then I felt him gliding deeply
inside me. The last instance of pain suddenly disappeared, almost as
quickly as it had appeared. I knew he was all the way in. I could feel his
groin and hips pressing firmly, at last, against my buttocks. I knew
instinctively that there would be no more pain...for this time at least.

"Okay, I'm in. Now, I want you to slowly stretch out your legs and lie down
completely. Keep it slow so I don't accidentally slip out of you."

I complied, while he pulled a pillow beneath my hips and adjusted my
throbbing cock again so it was tight against my body and pointing upward
toward my belly button, removing his hand only after my hips were on the
pillow.

At last we were comfortably in position, his weight against me down there
while he supported his upper body on his arms so as not to be too heavy on
me.

"You okay, Bob?" he breathed, almost into my ear.

"Yeah, I'm okay, but, but..."

"But what?" he gently asked.

"I'm okay, Mr. Farrell, but I think I gotta poop again."

He laughed, "That's not poop. That's me inside you, filling you. Here, let
me show you."

He partially withdrew his cock, creating another completely new sensation
within me...kind of like suction. I laid still, considering the new
feeling. I quite liked it.

"Feel the difference?"

"Yeah! That felt really good!"

He pushed back in again, pausing only long enough to say, "Ok, I'm going to
start fucking you now. I'll go slow in the beginning until you get used to
it, but I'm not going to last long because you're so tight. What you can do
is to begin flexing yourself down there in time with my fucking. You'll
soon get the hang of it."

I reveled in the new sensations filling my body, and soon began tightening
on his backstrokes and relaxing on the thrusts. It almost was like me
fucking the pillow beneath me in tune with his fucking of me.

My eager actions caused him to accidentally slip completely out of me
twice, but I noticed, with some satisfaction, he did not ever need to stop
to re-adjust himself again, but was simply able re-enter again with only
but the slightest pause and forward thrust with absolutely no pain
whatsoever. I knew that I had been truly opened for the first time in my
life.

Soon I began feeling the signs of my own impending orgasm.

"Mr. Farrell, I think I'm going to cum!"

"Try not to yet!" he said, and he increased the speed of his thrusts. "Try
to hold on a bit, I'm almost there myself!"

I became aware of an increasing speed and a slapping sound of bare flesh
meeting bare flesh back there, and his thrusts became more urgent.

"Mr. Farrell, I c-can't! I'm gonna k-k, I'm K-CUUUMMIIING!!!" I heard
myself screaming out in my passion, as I slipped over the edge into
Nirvana.

It was absolutely the most powerful orgasm ever of my life, so powerful
that I actually blacked out for a brief second after it happened, only to
wake to find myself on a cloud floating gently back down as my final few
spurts of cum died away.

I could feel the wet warmth of my issue against my own body and knew that
the pillow below me had been thoroughly soaked with my most copious cum
ever, but I could only lie there in a state of total collapse.

I became aware again of the ever more rapid slapping sounds but, this time,
they were accompanied by his now loud guttural utterances.

"UGH, UGH!  OH GAWD! SO TIGHT! UGH! OH GAWD! URRAAAGH!!!"

And with those animalistic utterings echoing through the house, I felt him
ram one final huge thrust into me and hold himself deep inside of me as his
own huge jets of sperm began spurting deep inside my guts.

The first three jets I definitely felt coursing out of him and into
me. There was a certain vibration to them, much like turning on a garden
hose and feeling the vibration of air and water jetting out its nozzle. I
knew that he, too, was having a particularly violent orgasm. I don't know
how many spurts he ultimately emptied into me...I was beyond counting at
that stage, other than my anal ring felt every one of them filling me with
his own love essence.

He collapsed upon me, his weight making me feel safe and loved and
protected. I don't think either of us said a thing for at least 10 minutes
while we basked in the afterglow.

Eventually he broke the silence, whispering, "God, Bob, that was so
great. I never knew that a boy could be so good. I really do love you and
hope we can make love like this again before you have to leave forever."

My heart almost burst in the love I felt for him, had always felt for him.

"Me too."

"You're really mine now, aren't you?"

"Yes, I'm yours."

"Promise?"

"I promise."

"And you'll do this again for me whenever I want?"

"Yeah, I promise."

"Now," he said quietly. "It's time to get cleaned up and have our
lunch. You stay here while I get some bathroom tissue. Some of my cum is
going to leak out, so you'll need it to get to the bathroom."

He carefully pulled out of me and as he went for the tissue, I could feel
an uncomfortable wetness beginning to trickle down from my opened crack and
onto the back of my balls. When he returned with the roll of toilet paper,
he tore off several huge wads and began cleaning me back there. I suddenly
felt like a baby.

"Good, no blood," he commented.

"Can there be blood?" I asked, worriedly.

"Sometimes, if you haven't been stretched enough. Even if there were some,
it would eventually go away after a while, but you were okay. You were
stretched enough. Now stand up and hold this wad against yourself while we
head to the bathroom."

He helped me to my feet and I held the wad in place while he supported me
in my rubbery-legged cowboy-style walk to the toilet.

"Now sit there on the toilet and let it dribble out. Don't be afraid to
force some out like you were taking a poop and don't be startled when you
fart. You're still wide open so the fart is going to feel and sound pretty
funny."

I sat there, feeling his cum dripping out and sometimes hearing it drip as
well.

He turned to the sink and began cleaning his cock and pubic
area. Eventually I tried to force some out and felt a sudden gush of his
cum. When the inevitable fart did come, it was more a wet and
sloppy-sounding "whoosh" which embarrassed me.

He kept busy by returning to the bedroom to ostensibly clean things up a
bit and re-pack his bag, although I suspected it was allow me the privacy I
needed until I was done.

When it came time to wipe myself with the toilet paper, I was literally
horrified. It seemed I had a gaping, wide open hole where my anus once was.

Hearing me finally washing myself off at the sink, he returned to say,
"Time for a bare naked lunch. I just love to see you naked and finally soft
for a change. Agreed?"

"Agreed."

Up until that moment I hadn't realized how hungry I was, so I followed him
down to the kitchen. He folded a towel for me to sit on, and while we ate
we discussed ways for us to get together as often as possible in the two
weeks remaining before my vacation was over.

After eating, I helped him clear away our leftovers to throw into a trash
can after first checking the towel I sat on for stains. There were very
few, thankfully.

"Bob, bend over the table and spread your bum cheeks again. I've got some
medicated salve which will take away the stinging for you."

I was all too pleased to do so since I was feeling distinctly tender back
there.

He took out a small bottle of some white cream and spread it there with a
finger. It felt cool and soothing.

"There, done. You're almost wholly closed back there. Now step into your
bathing suit and hold this pad in place. Hold it there while I pull up your
swim suit."

At last I knew the purpose of my bathing suit. It was much tighter than my
briefs and would better hold the pad in place.

"Now, get dressed again, and we'll be off to Silver Springs as soon as we
put up the `For Sale" sign. Now, when we get to Silver Springs do you think
you can handle all of this on your own in a bathroom stall, if you need it?
I can't follow a boy into a stall."

"Yeah, I can do that."

"And you can do it one last time at a restaurant on our way back to Daytona
later? After that you can change back into your briefs in the car just
before we get home."

"Sure, I can do all of that. Good plan."

"Let's go then," he exclaimed as he turned off the power and locked the
door behind us.

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Closing Remarks:

It was never my intention to go into the details of each and every time
Mr. Farrell and I enjoyed sex together during that time in Florida,
especially since this story was started back in a forum devoted to
first-time experiences.  At any rate, they were my first times experiencing
intergenerational sex with a man, giving and receiving oral, and receiving
anal.

I'm exceedingly thankful for the experience, and that it happened to me
with such a loving and caring man, and for the beneficial way it colored
the rest of my life. My memories of that vacation remain the fondest of my
77-year-old life.

It all happened in 1952 when I was 12-and-a-half years old.

We'd met Mr. Farrell on our first trip to Florida in 1951 and we liked him
enough that he'd become a family friend, and I quickly realized he was
particularly fond of me that first year, although we were so busy visiting
the sites he recommended, we had very little actual time together.

I regret that fact, because even at 11-and-a-half back in 1951, I was
pretty-well ready for certain experiences with such a kind and caring man.

I assumed we'd eventually get together again when we returned in 1953.
Unfortunately, time and circumstance change, and it was at least 43 years
before I saw Florida and Daytona Beach again.

It was three years before I met the next caring man in my life, and four
years before I met the one after. Both of those relationships were very
long-lasting.

I've long wanted to post at least a small part of my life's story on Nifty,
and must thank Zachyboy for encouraging me to tell my own story...and Nifty
for providing the site which has given me so much pleasure over the years.

Bob

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